Happy Birthday Wallflower

"Oh, hey there Anon! Welcome back to Sugarcube Corner! It's always super-great to see you here! So, what can I get you?"
>Pinkie Pie is as exuberant as ever
>you smile and put down your menu
"Oh, I don't know. Everything here is good. Why don't you surprise me?"
>Pinkie's eyes light up
"Oh, a surprise eh? How about a super-hot-fudge-extra-rainbow sundae with caramel and cookie sprinkles with sugar-coated-suzy-cream-cheese-deluxe-cake-batter surprise sauce...."
>she drones on, yammering autistically about some insane pastry
>it sounds like diabetes-fuel but you like her enthusiasm
>you smile and cut her off gently
"Yes, Pinkie, that sounds delicious. But since you told me everything about it it's not technically a surprise."
>her eyes widen in astonishment
"You're right!! I'm going to have to change the cake-sprinkles to neon-pink sugar-caramelized hot fudge!"
>she looks from side to side to make sure nopony is listening, then leans in and whispers confidentially:
"...but don't tell anypony. It's a surprise!"
>you smile indulgently at her and she darts off into the kitchen
"Oh, and I'll have..."
>you glance over to the other seat at the table
>the green pony raises her hoof slightly to place her order, but Pinkie has already left
>she trails off and stares dejectedly down at the menu
>you smile at her
"I'm sorry Wallflower, did you want to order something?"
>her neck is still angled down at the table, but she lifts her eyes slightly to meet your gaze
"Oh, um, well, yes, I was kind of hoping to get this..."
>she points at an item on the menu with her hoof
>you glance casually down at the menu
>it's some kind of special birthday cupcake that comes with your name written in frosting
>you raise an inquisitive eyebrow, and she reddens slightly
"Yeah, it's...uh....it's my birthday today."
>you reach over and give her a playful scratch behind the ears
"Don't worry, we'll tell her when she comes back."
>you hear furtive whispers and glance around
>you turn to look and see a table full of mares looking in your direction
>you smile and wave, and they all immediately blush and look away
>you can hear them whispering and giggling to each other
>the only part of their conversation you can make out is "I can't believe Anon eats here!"
>you smile to yourself
>everyone is so nice here
>and as the only human in town you've become kind of a local celebrity
"ah....AAH!"
>you glance back at Wallflower
>she notices you looking and reddens, shifting uncomfortably in her chair
"Something the matter, Wallflower?" you ask politely
>she shifts again
>you can hear a slight buzzing coming from underneath her seat
"It's just...uh..."
>her blush deepens
"Any chance I could...uh...you know..."
>you pretend not to know what she's talking about and continue to stare politely at her
"...any chance I could..."
>she glances up and meets your gaze
"...take them out...?"
>you frown, and she looks quickly back down at the table
"Wallflower, you know the rules."
>she slumps down into her chair, appearing to almost physically shrink
"...yes."
"And what are the rules?"
>she slumps further into her chair
>she's blushing so hard her green coat almost turns red
>a few strands of her shaggy mane droops down, covering her eyes
>you reach forward and brush them aside
>her eyes look up dejectedly at you
"What are the rules?" you repeat
"...if I take them out you won't bring me here anymore."
>you smile and scratch her behind the ears again
"That's right."
>you decide she needs a little reminder, so you reach into your pocket
>the little remote control has two dials, one for each device
>the speeds can be synced with each other
>right now, you've got it on a pulse setting, with the one in her anus and the one in her vagina pulsing at alternating intervals
>Twilight makes some pretty weird stuff on her free time
>you twist both dials and increase the speed
"AAAH!"
>Wallflower cries out, and instantly covers her mouth with both hooves
>she glances around the dining room, absolutely mortified
>but of course nopony notices her
>you smile, and turn the dials again
>the buzzing under her seat increases, and she shifts uncomfortably again
>she tries to stifle it, but eventually she lets out a soft groan
>you smile and ruffle her mane
"You like that, don't you, Wallflower?"
>she stares at the table
"...yes." she says meekly
"Oh hey Anon, your surprise is ready!  Sorry, we're all out of industrial-carmelized-pudding-sauce, so I took butter-cream-soaked-cookie-batter and fused it with powered-pancake-donut-sprinkles.  Hope that's okay!"
>you look at the gigantic sugar-coated monstrosity the pink pony sets down in front of you
>back home this would give you a heart attack in seconds, but somehow in this world you can eat stuff like this daily and not even gain weight
>you smile indulgently and give the pink pony an affectionate pat on the head
"This looks wonderful, thank you."
>she beams with pride
"Well, enjoy your treat, Anon!"
>she turns to go, and Wallflower clears her throat
>you glance in her direction, and then turn back to Pinkie
"Wait, Pinkie."
>the pink pony returns to the table, an inquisitive look on her face
>you gesture towards the green pony seated across from you
"My friend would like to order something, too."
>Pinkie blinks in confusion
"Oh, I'm sorry!  I didn't notice you there.  Did you just come in?"
"I've been here the whole time," mutters Wallflower, shifting uncomfortably
>Pinkie's ears prick up as she seems to notice a slight buzzing sound
"I think there's a fly in here..." she says distractedly, glancing around
>she turns to go
"Uh, Pinkie?"
>she stops and looks back at you, a puzzled expression on her face
>you gesture towards Wallflower again
>Pinkie blinks, and then suddenly remembers
"Oh, that's right!  I'm sorry.  Did you want to order something?"
"Yes, please."
>Wallflower points to the birthday cupcake
>Pinkie's eyes light up when she sees what she's pointing at
"Ooooh! Is it somepony's birthday today?"
>Wallflower smiles prettily and reddens a little
>she nods
>there is an uncomfortable silence as Pinkie continues to stare at her with a giant smile on her face
"Whose is it?" she finally asks
>Wallflower's smile fades
>she stares back down at the table
"mine," she says quietly.
>Pinkie blinks, looking around
"There's that fly again..." she mutters, her eyes darting about, trying to find the source of the buzzing
>you stifle a laugh, and turn the dials in your pocket a little
>Wallflower groans softly
>Pinkie shrugs
"Well, be sure to tell them Happy Birthday for me!" she says cheerfully, and turns to go
>you clear your throat, and Pinkie turns
>for a second she looks confused, and then she notices Wallflower again
"Oh, that's right. What did you want to order again?"
>Wallflower points at the birthday cupcake on the menu
>Pinkie glances at where she's pointing
"Oh! Well, that's our super-special birthday surprise cupcake! It comes with the birthday pony's name written in frosting! What's the name of the lucky birthday pony?"
>Wallflower shifts uncomfortably again
>Pinkie's eyes dart suspiciously about, searching for the fly
"Wallflower Blush."
>Pinkie blinks and looks back
"I'm sorry, what?"
"Wallflower Blush. The cupcake is for me. My name is Wallflower Blush."
>Pinkie blinks, and then a second later she comprehends
"Oooh, okay! Sorry, I'm just distracted trying to find this fly...."
>she returns her attention to the task at hand
"I don't think I've seen you around before. Are you new in town? Welcome to Ponyville!"
>Wallflower stares at the table
"I've lived here my whole life," she mutters
"Really?"
>Pinkie's face scrunches up as she searches her memories
"Do you live in East Ponyville? I'm not sure I've seen you around before..."
"We went to school together."
>Pinkie stares blankly
"We sat next to each other."
>Pinkie stares blankly
"I was your lab partner in botany."
>Pinkie stares blankly
>a minute later, she shrugs
"Sorry, I guess I'm drawing a blanky-blank.  Anyway, I'll be right back with your cupcake.  What was the name again?"
"Wallflower Blush."
"Oh, that's right!  Be back in a jiffy!"
>she trots away, singing happily to herself
"Who says 'back in a jiffy' in this day and age?" you muse aloud
>you hear a sharp, hissing intake of breath
>you turn to see Wallflower grinding her pelvis uncomfortably against the seat
>you smile pleasantly at her
"Are you having a fun birthday, my dear?"
>her eyes dart up angrily at that
"You didn't even know it was my birthday..." she mutters
>you frown
"You've got kind of an attitude today.  If you keep that up I'm going to start thinking we're not friends anymore."
>her eyes widen as an expression of unfathomable terror comes over her face
"No..." she mutters, reaching a hoof out toward you.  "I'm sorry, I'm just...AAAH!"
>as she leans forward, the thing inside her shifts and touches a sweet spot
>her entire body convulses
>her eyes squeeze shut and she throws her head back
"AAAAAH!"
>several ponies turn around and glance at your table
>a thick, musky smell fills the air as Wallflower's juices erupt all over her seat
"AAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!"
>she cries out, even louder
>the entire restaurant is looking at her now
>her body shakes and quivers
>her orgasm causes her to lose control of her body, and you hear a loud patter as her piss squirts out and pools on the floor
>several of the mares who were whispering before wrinkle their noses in disgust
>they begin whispering again
"...who is she..."
"...never seen her before..."
"...she's really gross..."
"aahahaahahahahahaaaaa...."
>Wallflower is still groaning
>she looks like she's about to fall out of the chair, so you grab her still-outstretched hoof to steady her
>her entire body is quaking
"aah!"
>she gives one last, final groan, and seems to regain consciousness
>she looks around
>literally every single eye in Sugarcube Corner is turned toward her
>the room is dead silent, except for a conspicuous buzzing sound that could probably be heard from Canterlot
>Wallflower turns a deep crimson
>Bon-Bon, who was in the process of giving Pinkie her order before the commotion started, clears her throat
"I'll have what she's hav--wait a minute. Who is she, anyway?"
>she turns to Lyra, who shrugs
"Never seen her before."
>murmurs begin to circulate through the room, most of them concerning the identity of the mystery mare sitting with Anon
>Wallflower shrinks down into her seat
"...can we go please?"
>she stares up at you
>her tear-filled eyes are pleading with you
>you smile indulgently and stroke her hoof
"Don't you want to wait for your birthday cupcake?"
>she shakes her head
>sparkling tears fly from her eyes and splash into the love-puddle she made on the floor
"...n-no. Please, Anon. I just want to go home."
>you give her mane a reassuring tussle
"Of course, Wallflower. Let's go home."
>you stand up, but she remains seated
>you glance downward, frowning
>she glances at you, then looks down again
"...um...can you...um..."
>she trails off, but you pretend you don't know what she's talking about
>you stare pleasantly at her, forcing her to finish the sentence
"...can you shut it off please?" she mumbles finally
>you tussle her mane again
"No, dear, you know the rules."
"o-okay."
>she stands to leave
>the eyes of everypony in Sugarcube Corner are on her as the two of you leave the restaurant
>Wallflower walks with an uncomfortable gait
>a conspicuous buzzing sound follows her out the door
>you both can hear faint murmurs of disgust fading away as the two of you exit
>the little bell tingles as the door swings shut

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>several hours later
>the sun is dipping below the horizon
>Pinkie grabs the "open" sign in her mouth and flips it around to "closed"
>she nudges the lock with her nose, and begins to clean up for the day
>at one table, she notices a sour smell wafting up
>she frowns, leaning in closer
"Hey, this chair is all wet..."
>she sniffs, and her nose immediately wrinkles
>she knows what it is, she's just confused as to how it got there
>wasn't this the table that Anon was sitting at?
"...but I'm positive there wasn't anypony sitting in this chair..."
>she sniffs again
>yep, definitely smells like pee-pee
>pee-pee and you-know-what
>naughty juices
>from a mare
"Was Anon doing the hanky-pony-panky with somepony while I wasn't looking?" she muses
"No, Anon wouldn't do that.  Not at Sugarcube Corner.  He's waaaaaay too nice to do something like that!"
>she shrugs, and trots off to get something to clean it up with
>on the way through the kitchen, she pauses
>there's a cupcake sitting on the counter
>the frosting has gotten all hard, it looks like it's been sitting there for hours
>she frowns, leaning in to look at it
>it's a birthday cupcake
>she doesn't remember making any of these today
>then again, she was pretty busy, she might have just forgotten
>her brow wrinkles as she reads the writing on the icing
>it's definitely her writing
"Hmm, maybe I just made it and forgot!  Maybe they didn't want it because I got the name wrong.  There sure isn't anypony in town with a name like that!"
>she shrugs, and trots merrily away, singing to herself
>a short while later, she closes the shop up for good
>in the kitchen, a last ray of fading sunlight falls upon a forgotten cupcake on the counter
>the hardened icing has begun to crumble, but the letters can still be read
"Happy Birthday Wallflower"

~ FIN ~