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- The Price of Pie by SkyeHigh (fimfiction.net/user/SkyeHigh)
- someone made an edit with Mrs. Cake instead (http://pastebin.com/VLMYyTsD)
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- >Be Anon in Equestria
- >You’re living in the land of talking equines now for about four months
- >You never really understood how you ended up here in the first place but it doesn’t matter, you’ve gotten used to this life by now
- >At first ponies were very curious about you and offered their help to get around in this foreign world but now you can make a living by yourself
- >It helps that you were a baker back in your world
- >Mr. and Mrs. Cake gladly accepted your help at Sugarcube Corner
- >They told you they could need another hoof to make up for all the messes their surrogate daughter Pinkie Pie causes
- >But you can’t complain, you got a good job out of it and a first row seat whenever Pinkie gets punished for her antics
- >Oh yes, Mrs. Cake never hesitates to drag Pinkie Pie over her lap and spank her like a little filly when she deserves it
- >Hairbrush, wooden spoon, cutting board, spatula... pretty much everything in this house has already made acquaintance with the party pony’s hindquarters
- >It's always nice watching, especially when she kicks up a storm because then you can see her pussy and little butthole between her legs
- >You also love how she walks around tentatively for the rest of the day with her sore bottom; it’s really cute
- >Being a spanko is great
- >So today Sugarcube Corner is closed and you have a day off
- >You thought it’d be great to have a freshly made pie for yourself instead of just making them for the ponies
- >Said pie is cooling off a bit next to you while you relax in your favorite chair and read about the crazy stuff that’s happening in this world in a newspaper
- >“Pony Rock Band”
- >“Cake shortage in Canterlot”
- >”Treehouse almost burnt down by three fillies”
- “What a silly world this is,” you mumble to yourself
- >In the corner of your eye you see the pie next to you moving as you turn a page
- >You sigh
- “Not again...”
- >The pie leaves the table but you don’t do anything yet and just play along
- >As you hear almost inaudible hoof-falls behind you, you dart your left hand back without looking and grab the tail of a pony
- “Having plans with my pie, Soarin?”
- >You still don’t look back but you can imagine him with the sweat running down his face and the tin of the pie between his teeth
- >Eventually you give his tail a good tug and bring the offending pony in front of you, taking his prize from him to get him to speak
- >”H-hi Anon!”
- >Ever since he has settled down near Ponyville after quitting his Wonderbolts job he made a habit of visiting you every so often on your free days for only one purpose... pie
- >Word of your skills got around
- “Hello Soarin”
- You rub your head with your free hand, the other one still clutching his tail tightly
- “Stealing other peoples’ pies again, are we?”
- >He lowers his head in shame
- >It’s not the first time you catch him doing this and even though you feel somehow flattered he likes your cooking so much you’re getting somewhat annoyed
- >“Sorry...” he mutters
- “Do you remember what I told you last time I caught you stealing, young stallion?”
- >Yes, that last part was absolutely necessary because it gave you the most delightful twitch
- >He flinches briefly before looking up to you with an expression of pure disbelief
- >”Y-y-you can’t be serious!”
- “Oh so you do remember, that saves me the trouble of explaining again.”
- >Now the panic sets in and he desperately tries to get away from your grip
- >”Anon, no! You can’t s— punish me! I’mma grown stallion!”
- “Would you rather like it if I told your wife instead?”
- >His expression grows even more horrified
- >He knows exactly what she’d do and he’s not willing to risk her wrath
- >"NO! She'll put me on diet again! ...and s-spank me too... with a strap..."
- >With a look of defeat on his face he comes a step closer and lets out a big sigh
- >"You d-do it...”
- >You’ve waited so long for a chance to spank a pony and now you finally get it
- >Excitement would be the understatement of the year
- >You gotta be careful though, you don’t wanna be known as a perv
- >”Ow ow ow!” the stallion complains as you grab one of his ears
- >Why not go all the way if you’re already at it, who knows when you’ll ever get the chance again?
- >Plus, he wanted you to do it to escape Rainbow’s wrath so now he gotta live with his decision
- “I’m quite disappointed with you, young stallion!”
- >You keep up a stern face as he looks back at you
- “I thought last time was warning enough, but it seems like I really have to spank you like a little colt.”
- >You pick him up effortlessly by his sides and place him across your lap
- >This is gonna get awesome
- >”P-please, Anon, not too h-hard. I’m sorry...”
- >He uselessly moves his hooves around in the air out of nervousness
- >You say nothing though and merely lift his long blue tail out of the way and pin it tightly to his back
- >A nice view of to pale blue cheeks greets you, ready to spank
- >It got awesome
- “I hope you’ll learn this time, Soarin”
- >With that you lay the first stinging slap on his exposed right cheek
- >”Ah!” he exclaims in a mix of surprise and pain
- >You repeat the motion on his left cheek and watch it deflate under your palm
- >”Ouch!”
- >And right again, and left
- >You fall into a rhythm, covering his whole naughty rump with hard slaps
- >”Please!”
- >”OUCH!”
- >”I learned my AHH lesson!”
- >His slightly pink cheeks beg to differ as you continue without missing a beat
- >He’s already squirming and struggling against your grip on his back
- “Take your spanking like a big boy, Soarin. Or I’ll have to tell your wife after all.”
- >You’re lucky he can’t see you grin like an idiot right now
- >All he does is clenching his eyes and nodding his head feverishly
- “Good,” you say after a particularly hard smack across his crack, hitting both cheeks
- >He jolts in your lap starts whimpering
- >His whole bottom is pink, dock to thighs and surely burning
- >You decide to put a fast finish, you don’t wanna overdo it after all
- >Putting even more effort into your spanks you start
- “I hope SMACK you learn SMACK this time SMACK and stop SMACK SMACK stealing from other people SMACK like a bad SMACK little SMACK colt!”
- >At the end of your lecture you unleash one last hard salvo across his sit spot, making him kick his hoofsies wildly in the air
- >His eyes are wet but he isn’t fully crying, only sniffling
- “Shhh... It’s okay, Soarin. It’s over.”
- >You speak reassuringly to him and rub his back
- >”I-I’m not c-crying!”
- >You have to suppress a chuckle
- >It’s just adorable
- >You release his tail and watch it fall down over his sore cheeks
- >As you set him down on his hooves he starts stepping in place and fanning air to his red rear with his wings
- >”Ooooh... that really hurt, Anon!” he says accusingly and looks at you with his big teary eyes.
- >You chuckle again
- “Well, that was the purpose of it”
- >He wants to say something but can’t come up with any comeback
- “Now then, off you go and remember your lesson. From now on you can expect a spanking every time you steal from me!”
- >Soarin shows a little pout at that remark but then only looks at you with a sad expression, flashing his gaze over to the pie on the table for a moment
- >A deep sigh
- >You know exactly what he wants
- “Fine... You can have some pie... Good boys who take their spankings without making a fuss deserve a treat”
- >Pulling up another chair to the table you invite him
- “Here, have a seat and dig in”
- >”Thanks, Anon!”
- >He jumps up on the chair overjoyed but forgets about a minor detail
- >”OW! OW! OW!” you hear from him as he plants his sore rump on the wooden chair
- >You turn to your newspaper again and shake your head
- >This guy...
- >The spanking gave you quite an appetite yourself though and so you blindly reach over to the table without stopping to read
- >Only to reach an empty tin with your fingers...
- >Soarin is quick to jump up and make his way to the door, sensing the imminent danger
- >”Thanks again for the pie, Anon. Next time I’ll ask!”
- >And then he’s gone already before you can say anything
- >Somehow you doubt he’ll be a good colt in the future~
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