A Little Too Much Pie: Finale

>You wake up.

>Find that you're on your rump sitting down.

>As you open your eyes, you are welcomed to the sight of complete darkness.

>Smart ponies. Taking away your eyesight knowing how it would affect Blinkie's weakness.

>A clever battle tactic on the Pie Sister's part.

>You're sure it isn't a train due to the lack of movement on your part.

>That means you are either still in Ponyville, or they have already gotten you to their little rock farm where you shall live out the rest of your days as a personal pleasure ape to two rapist mares.

>And on top of that, your sight has been robbed from you.

>It's kinda funny.

>To think that you, a 5'9" human, were susceptible to being kidnapped by two pony rapists who come only waist high to your person.

>But it's not like you stood a chance against these particular ponies.

>Their mastery over reality is not fair.

>This must be some kind of divine punishment for everything you have done in your past life.

>The Pie Sisters may be the monument to your sins.

>But you still have hope that you'll be saved.

>Pinkie will travel to the ends of the earth to help a friend.

>She promised you...no.

>She Pinkie Promised, but even so, this will not be easy for her to pull off.

>While you sat there feigning unconsciousness, you hear the sounds of hooves pacing in front of you while two voices mutter frantically among themselves.

>Pretty sure they were discussing how to deal with their troublesome sister from taking you away.

 

>While they come up with battle plans, you try to find any sense of movement in your limbs; however, you find yourself rendered immobile.

>Your arms are tightly secured behind your back while your legs were forced apart with what feels like some metal bar.

>Around your neck was some type of choking collar with a leash that is attached to something heavy.

>Trying to lean forward only made the choke collar dig into your neck.

>You definitely feel like some sex slave right about now, and maybe it was their plan to condition you for your bleak future.

>At least they had the decency to keep your clothes on.

>These mares must really want to keep you with all the precautions they have set.

>They know Pinkie will come for you.

>And keeping your sight hindered is to that cursed Blinkie's advantage.

>Not to mention Inkie and her freaky controlling powers will make things difficult for the Pink Pony of Smiles.

>Sadly, the only thing you can do is sit quietly against the wall and bide your time.

>Also pray to whatever entity is out there that you'll get out of this mess.

>"Damn it. Come on..."

>Maybe it's working?

>"Why won't it work!"

>Inkie clearly sounds distressed.

>The frantic sounds of graphite scratching against paper, coupled with the groans of a desperate mare, were certainly unsettling.

>You are startled by her shriek of frustration.

>"Damn it... Damn it. Damn it. DAMN IT!"

>"Inkie...please calm down. You're not thinking clearly. We can just-"

>"I'M PERFECTLY CALM! UUUUHHGGH!!!"

>A slam echoes through the room.

>"Damn it all. They have made some kind of connection. I can't...I can't get them to forget about each other."

 

>You tried hard to keep up this front, but the mare's shouts of frustration is too much to bear.

>Try to stifle your laughter, but it was of no use.

>A quick chortle alerts the two rapist turned kidnappers.

"Hehe! Thought you had it all figured out, hu-OOOF!"

>A hoof to the gut cuts off your little quip.

>Somep0ny sure is mad.

>"And what's so funny, monkey boy?"

>Okay, thems fighting words.

>Too bad you can't strike her back for that snark comment.

>So you do the one thing you're good at.

"What's wrong Inkie? Are you...flank-flustered?"

>"Shut it. I'm not in the mood."

>You can hear her the grey mare huff in annoyance at your wisecracks.

>Oh, if you could see her face right now.

"What? Afraid the best sister will win? She's probably on her way right now to put an end-"

>The sharp pain of a hoof striking across your cheek leaves you shaken up.

>You're now the proud owner of a busted lip, courtesy of Ms. Ghost Writer.

>Now you're usually a calm man.

>But this sudden turn of events raises your blood to a boil.

>No point of trying to hold your tongue. You have to tell this cunt off.

 

"Bitch...I hope Pinkie tears that grey hide of yours a new o...unf...AAAARRGH!!!!"

>Feel your family jewels come under pressure.

>"If I were you, I'd keep that pretty mouth shut, unless it's being used to lick my cunt."

>Fucking Blinkie Pie and her sadistic personality.

>"I could crush them in an instant, and you won't have any children IF you return to your world."

>Her threat hits home.

>You always wanted to have kids.

>Right now, it's highly unlikely that you'll return home and pursue family life.

>But if she goes follows through on it, that low chance turns to zero.

>You really don't want that to happen.

>"So, will you be a good boy and sit still?"

>Your choice was clear.

>So with a heavy sigh, you lower your head.

>"Good...now sit still and accept your fa-."

>Three knocks cut off the crazed mare.

>"Shit! We don't have time for this. Watch him, I'll deal with this. And if he screams, turn him into a gelding."

>You listen to the light clip-clop of Blinkie's hooves striking against the hardwood floor as she makes her way towards the door on your left.

>The only thought running through your mind is when Pinkie is going to save you.

>She should hurry.

 

>Be the ever bubbly, lovely Ditzy Doo.

>Or what the townsfolk call you, Derpy Hooves.

>Well, you are a bit of a klutz, but it's all because of your imperfect eyesight.

>Not even glasses can correct it.

>You are a smart cookie. And that's all that matters.

>Anyway, you're on your way from the hotel to finish your your rounds for the day.

>You have a few more deliveries before you can clock out.

>You felt proud that you didn't mess up this delivery.

>Pinkie Pie is such a silly pony, stuffing herself inside the box like that.

>But she said it was of utmost urgency that you do this.

>The rest of the deliveries went well, and now you're onto your last one.

>As you trot towards your destination without a care in the world, you end up bumping into something.

>This causes you to fall on your buns of steel.

>That something was somep0ny.

>A strange pony that is wearing a cloak over her face.

>Sort of reminds you of Zecora.

>She turns towards you, which causes an eerie feeling to wash over your being.

>Is she mad or is she just worried about your well-being.

>You aren't hurt...you think.

So you hop up onto your hooves and rub the back of your head.

"Oh, sorry ma'am. I wasn't looking where I was goin'."

>From under her hood, you can see her smile.

>It wasn't malicious. It was of a kind nature.

>"It's fine, deary. Don' you fret."

>She sounds like she's is from a far away town, almost Amish.

>"Anyways, I was hopin' you could tell me if you have seen a pink pony today."

 

>She holds her hoof about her height and shakes it a bit.

>She be 'bout yae high, with a pink curly mane 'n tail that looks almost like cott'n candy. T'was told to meet her here...but this confecshunary seems like it is closed."

>Look up to take in your surroundings to find that you're outside of Sugarcube Corner.

>She must be talking about Pinkie.

"Oh yeah! I shipped her over to the hotel on the other side of town. Something about a surprise for her sisters."

>The pony chuckles to herself, raising her hoof to her head.

>"That girl n' her silly ways. Thanks, deary."

>She turns into the direction of the hotel and slowly walks off.

>Only to stop momentarily and turn towards you.

>"Oh, and here's a little thing for helpin' a poor ol' mare out."

>She places her hooves over your eyes.

"Uh...ma'am?"

>"Shhh... just accept it."

>She removes her hooves from your eyes.

>Blink a couple of times.

>Everything is...clearer now.

>You can see.

"I...I can see!"

>"Take care. EEP!"

>Not being able to withhold your enthusiasm, you spread your wings and take to the skies.

"YAHOO!!!"

>You don't notice the mare walking off with a smile on her face.

>Do a flip in the air with the greatest of ease, as if you were on the flying trapeze.

>And for not watching where you're going, you slam face first into the building.

>Wake up some time later with a sore head and your vision back to the way it was.

"I don't know what went wrong..."

>It was nice while it lasted.

 

>You are no longer Nonny...nor Derpy.

>But who are yo- OH! You're Pinkie Pie.

>Element of Laughter.

>And right now, you're on a secret mission to save Nonny from your evil sisters.

>Okay, they're not that evil, but they are bad.

>Forcing your good good friend to do things with them he didn't want to.

>Then doing those things to you while kidnapping Nonny.

>That isn't very nice.

>But either way, you have a Pinkie Promise to keep.

>And right now, you are resting within the box that you are sure Blinkie has brought inside.

>It's a bit cramped, but your surprise for them will be well worth laying in an uncomfortable position.

>Remember to give Derpy a thank you muffin for doing this.

>"What in the hay is that, Blinkie?"

>You feel a hoof tapping at the side of the wrapped present.

>Sweet Celestia it's hot.

>Maybe you shouldn't have worn all black...

'No, focus Pinkie. Remember why you're doing this.'

>"It seems our parents sent us a present for finding us a nice stallion to marry."

>Like heck you'll let them have Nonny.

>Not after what they did.

>They don't deserve him.

 

>"Oh goody! Let's open it. What do you think is in the box?"

>Hear the sounds of tearing paper from within the dark confines of the box.

>Time for things to get interesting.

>Using our night vision, guide our hoof towards the shiny button on your little present and press it.

>Snicker and wait for the fun to ensue.

'Happy birthday, my dear sisters.'

>The mechanical whirling of machinery and cogs clanking together indicates that your greatest work is working properly.

>"I don't know, Inkie, but I'm sure ma and pa did something great. I just hope it isn't a..."

>The lid of the box flies off and hits the ceiling before crashing to the floor.

>Hear a nervous gulp on the outside.

>"Rock..."

>The box explode in confetti.

>Hear the rock farm girls shriek in terror.

>"WHAT THE HAY!?!"

>Once the confetti settles, they are both staring down the opening of your Party Cannon™.

>'1NN1T1AT1NG P4RTY PR0T0C0L 1N 3...'

"And here..."

>'2...'

"We..."

>'1...'

"Go."

 

>You can feel the reverb of it firing off party favors at your sisters in crime.

>Giggle as you hear them scream.

>You are pretty sure that the ruckus you're making will alert the ponies in the rooms next to you.

>But that isn't your concern.

>'R3D1R3CTING...CAL1BRAT1NG...'

>Guess one of them made it to safety.

>Probably Blinkie.

>'TARG3T L0CAT3D! R3SUM3 N0RMAL PR0T0COL'.

>"Oh...FUCK!"

>Oh yeah, Inkie's in for it now.

>The sound of your automated cannon firing sent chills down your spine.

>The sound waves rattling your bones.

>You are sure that Inkie's having an oopsie from being scared.

>Doesn't matter, she deserves it.

>'3N3MI3S 0UT 0F RANG3...L0W AMM0...SHUTT1NG D000OOooown."

>The turret retracts back into the large box you are residing inside.

>Time to make your grand entrance.

>Hop out of your hiding place, wearing your sleek cat suit and spy gear.

>Pastries in hoof, ready to release the sugary fury.

"SURPRISE!"

 

>Take a look at your surroundings.

>the entire hotel room looks like a party.

>There are party games in one corner.

>Streamers of all shapes and colors line the walls.

>Confetti spread all over the floor and beds in a display of shiny colors.

>There's even cake and party favors on the table across the room.

>There's even a Disco Ball spinning on the ceiling in the middle of the room.

"Best party decorator...EVER! No..must focus!"

>"Pinkie? Pinkie is that you?!"

>You hear Nonny's voice calling for you.

>He sounds...scared.

>Maybe you should sing him a super special song.

>Turn around to find your special somepo- er...bestest friend in the corner.

>A pang of guilt fills your being when your eyes lock onto his's bound form struggling beside the large safe.

>He's tied up more than one of your special presents.

>How could you let this happen to him.

>But now you'll make things better.

>Time to go into hero mode.

"I'm here Nonny."

>Quickly move over towards Nonny and wrap your hooves around his neck.

>Fight to hold back your tears that threaten to stain your cheeks while you embraced him.

>It feels nice.

>You really needed that.

>But all good things must come to an end, so you pull yourself away to give him the once over to check for...

>You gasp.

"Nonny...your face. I-It's blood."

>Caress his busted lip with a tender touch of your hoof.

>"It's fine, Pinkie. It's just a tiny scratch."

>He smiles at you.

>Even though he tries to cheer you up with something as simple as a smile, you couldn't help but cry.

 

"I'm sorry. I sho-should have stopped this."

>Your heart throbs from the pain of seeing him like this.

>They actually harmed him.

>"We can discuss this when we get out of here.

>You broke your Pinkie Promise.

>"Just help me out of these bindings."

>They harmed your friend.

>"Pinkie? Hurry up."

>They hurt your Nonny...

>The door to the closet swings open.

>You turn your gaze towards the two sisters who is to blame for all the things that has transpired.

>"Sister Pinkie. We've been waiting for you. Right Inkie?"

>"Yeah. And now, you're going to pay for that little gift of yours."

>Blinkie holds what appears to be a bar of soap while Inkie holds her journal and pencil in her hooves.

>It's a good ol' fashion standoff.

>Despite the severity of this situation, you couldn't help but laugh.

>Blinkie snarls under her breath from your display of tomfoolery.

>"What's so funny?"

"You two are. So serious about someone you just met. You need to lighten up a little, or you'll miss out on the fun that is life."

>Seems your little speech set off a nerv.

>"Fun? FUN!? I'll show you some fun...dear sister of mine!"

>She winds up the pitch and lets it rip.

 

>Everything moves in bullet time.

>You watch as Blinkie throws the soap at your face.

>She is determined to hurt you.

>And yet, you're ready for it.

>With dexterity and switfness of a bunny, you quickly lower your center of gravity by ducking.

>Watch in awe as the bar of cleanliness flies over you.

>And crashes through the window.

>Somepony is going to have to pay for that.

>Hope the workers didn't hear that.

"Hah! You..."

>Look back to find only Inkie standing there with a book in her hands with a smug grin on her face.

"Missed?"

>As you stand there, you try to figure out the reason for taking your eyes off of your sister.

"Oh...fudge."

>Before your Pinkie Sense can go off, you feel a sharp pain in your side.

>You are sent flying into the far wall and crash helplessly into the hard surface with a loud thud.

>"Mess her up good, Blinkie."

>You slowly stand up on wobbly legs, only to get them sweeped out from under you at breakneck speeds.

"OW! This isn't fun!"

>Your sister picks you up in her hooves and slams you against the floor.

>"Aaaah!"

>"Pinkie? Are you alright?!"

>Anon struggles in his binds, trying desperately to escape.

>It's no use.

"Don't worry. It's only a scratch."

>You're hurt, but this is nothing compared to what Nonny went through.

>You will do anything in your power to see that he is set free.

>You look over at Inkie.

>She isn't writing one thing down.

>That smug grin on her face shows she is confident in Blinkie to finish you off.

>But they wouldn't kill you.

>They aren't like that.

 

>A periwinkle hoof lands right in front of your face.

>"Having fun sister?"

>You smile.

>"Why are you smiling?"

>You let a little giggle slip past your lips.

>"You think this is a motherbucking game?"

"Like I said before..."

>Look up at her.

"You need to lighten up."

>Grab the both of her front hooves and pull forward.

>Blinkie didn't see it coming.

>Putting herself in front of you like that, knowing her limits on her powers.

>She falls onto her face with a pomf.

>Equip custard pie and use it on Tango Blinkie's face.

>She can't blink if she has no sight.

>GENIUS!!!

>Out of the corner of your eye, you can see Inkie getting ready to jot something in her book of horrors.

>So you do the only logical thing.

>Equip the rubber chicken in your mouth.

>It functions as your primary and a good throwing weapon.

>With a flick of your neck, you send the rubbery fowl towards the writer of the family.

>It knocks the book from her grip.

>Though you do wonder how ponies are able to hold onto things.

>Eh...not your problem.

>Feel a screw hit your head.

>Look up.

>See the disco ball barely hanging onto the ceiling.

>Kick your sister out of the way and tumble between the twin set of beds.

>Watch in horror as the shiny ball lands with a thud.

>At least it didn't shatter into a bajillion pieces.

>That's a nasty cut waiting to happen.

 

>This is taking too long, you need to deal with one before the other.

>Put plan Q into action.

>Toss out a decoy Pinkie Pie with realistic smiling action.

>Blinkie smirks at at your likeness

>"You'll pay for that!"

>She bucks away, but finds herself in a "Sticky Situation".

>Hear a rim shot go off in your head.

>Yeah, you still got it.

>No pony can get free from your Jelly Gelatin Trap, unless they eat out of it.

>"I...I'm stuck! Sis...HELP!"

>Inkie sees her sister is in trouble and springs into action.

>A barrage of custard pies and cupcakes buries her in a mountain of goop and cream.

"That should hold her off."

>Using this opportunity, you jump out from your hiding spot and pull out 5 pony-length mirrors.

>Oh yeah, you just love doing that.

>Start placing them around the trapped pony.

>"No..."

>Move them closer.

>"Pinkie, this isn't funny."

>You move them closer.

>And closer.

>Blinkie is starting to have a panic attack.

>Everywhere she looked, her own reflection looks back.

>"STOP IT!"

"Sorry, but just "stick around" for a bit."

>Another rimshot sets off in your head and gives you a fit of the giggles.

"One down."

>"Pinkie... Pie!"

"One to go."

 

>Your Pinkie Sense goes off.

>Your whole body spasms out as if in a seizure.

>This hasn't happened since Twilight accepted your Pinkie Sense as being a thing.

>Something big is going to happen.

"A doozy."

>Hear a low growl from Custard Mountain.

>Turn your attention to the custard covered mare.

>Laugh at her silly appearance.

"You definitely need a bath sis."

>She looks over at Blinkie.

>She's out of commission.

>Her tiny body shivering from the closed space of the mirrors and her reflections staring at her.

>"I'll make you wish you hadn't done that."

>She charges at you.

>You hold your ground.

>She tackles you.

>Well, not you, but a cardboard cut out of you.

>She tumbles into the wall with style and grace.

>Although the landing could use a bit of work.

>She's all tangled up in the mass of cardboard.

>The sight of her like this puts a smile on your cheery face.

"Sister...it's over. You can't win. Just give up and leave Nonny and me alone."

>The dead silence afterwards created so much tension you could cut it with a knife.

>Waiting for a response from her is making you anxious.

"Answer me Inkie. This isn't funny!"

>There was only silence, until you hear a faint sound coming from Inkie Pie-turnover.

>...Laughter.

>And it grows louder with each passing moment.

>"Sorry, my dear Pinkie!"

>Her voice carried a sting of venom when she called your name.

>"You are so naive thinking that you could best me with such silly tricks. You may be the Element of Laughter..."

>She holds out a sheet of paper with writing on it.

>"But I still have the superior mind."

 

>Your legs suddenly grow weak and you mind turn hazy.

>You have this urge to fuck Anon silly.

>But your body seems like it's paralyzed from pent-up sexual frustration and lust.

>Lust that you have never once felt before over Nonny.

>Your lower lips quake for somep0ny's touch as it leaks your sweet nectar all over the floor.

>Not to mention your tail slowly lifts, presenting your dripping sex to no p0ny in particular.

>Inkie frees herself from her cardboard wreckage and lets out a low chuckle at your expense.

>"Such a horny slut."

"W-What have you done? Why can't I move? And why...why am I so hot?"

>Inkie grabs a hoof full of your mane and pulls your head up towards hers.

>"Just some insurance. Because I do want Anon. He's nothing like any stallion I've had. And I know how much you like him."

>"Pinkie? Pinkie, what's going on?"

>Nonny's voice trembles with fear.

>You wouldn't blame him with his current situation.

>She yanks your mane while dragging you along the ground.

>She positions you so that you are facing Nonny.

>"So we're going to have ourselves some fun."

>Watch as she slowly makes her way towards the human in bondage.

>A tender hoof stroke his crotch.

>"I'm going to fuck him senseless while you helplessly watch."

>This...this can't be happening.

 

"Inkie, please. Don't do this."

>You have another full body spasm while your sister preps Nonny for the rutting of his life.

>He struggles in his bindings as Inkie tries to pull his pants down.

>"Damn it, quit struggling. You'll like it anyway."

"Inkie listen. Something big...nnnf, is about to happen. I don't know what. But I had this Doozy of a sense."

>"You're just stalling. You may have this 'Pinkie Sense' of yours, but I've never seen such a sense before."

"But I'm not making it up."

>"Just stay there and be a good little filly while I take your human in front of you."

>She grunts while pulling his pants to his knees.

>He's already at full mast, and it's twitching.

>"Already have a boner for Inkie? Oh how sweet."

>She did this with her voodoo writing, she must have.

>But you are surprised since this is the first time you saw his thingy.

>Well, it's the first time you've saw anyp0ny's thingy.

>All that doesn't matter though.

>You are about to see him taken from you by your own sister.

>You couldn't save him.

>You don't deserve him.

>You broke your Pinkie Promise.

>Tears well up in your eyes.

>It's all your fault, if only you didn't introduce your sisters to Nonny.

>"I can't wait to feel him inside me again."

>She lowers her rear onto his thing.

"I'm sorry Nonny. I'm not a good friend."

 

>The front door swings opens.

>Inkie stops her advance onto your Nonny's privates.

>All eyes, sans Blinkie and Nonny, turn towards the lone figure walking inside.

>The cloak covering her entire body gives her an air of mystery.

>From what you can tell, it's an elderly mare.

>But something about her feels...familiar.

>She looks at the scene in front of her and shakes her head.

>"What 'n the worl' is going on in here?"

>That voice...it couldn't be.

"Mamma Pie?"

>Inkie hops off of Nonny, and her face turns beat red.

>"MOTHER!?"

>The pony pulls the hood off her head to reveal an elderly pony, about the age of Granny Smith.

>Her wrinkles were few and far between, but the gray in her mane shows her entering her mature years.

>A pair of old fashion glasses sit on her muzzle with a chain wrapping around her neck.

>Her deep blue mane with a few gray streaks sits up in a bun atop her head.

>And from the way her nose is scrunched up, you can tell that she is not pleased with the messy sight.

>Face, meet hoof. Hoof, meet face.

"I totally forgot mother was coming for a visit."

>"Pinkie...Inkie...front and center."

>Her commanding voice seems to overwrite your current state and you quickly hop onto your hooves and sit in front of her at attention.

>Your sister quickly follows suit, as to not get on her mother's bad side.

>Your mother sits on her rear and lifts her hooves.

>"Now to clean this mess.

>With a clap of her hooves, everything seems to go all...squiggly.

>In an instant, the mess and party favors all disappear leaving behind an immaculate hotel room.

>Blinkie snaps out of her traumatic state of mind to see her mother staring at her as well.

>She files in along with the rest of you.

>"Now girls. Can you please tell me what 'n the world is going on?"

>Lets just say that you and your sisters don't believe in "waiting till someone else finish speaking."

>Sue Pie shakes her head.

>That was until she notices the ape-like creature sitting in the corner all by his lonesome.

 

>"Silence!"

>You three hold your tongue as your mother walks past you.

>And towards Nonny.

>With a clop of her hooves, all the bindings holding him still loosen.

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>You are Anonymous.

>You have exactly no idea what the hell is going on.

>First you're almost raped, and now you're free.

>With a old pony staring at you.

>"You must be Anon the Human."

>Rub your wrists where the leather binds held you.

"You know me?"

>"Why of course. Name is Sue Pie. Pinkie told me a lot about you in her letters. She's pretty fond of you."

>She must be the Pie Sisters' mother.

"Nice to meet you Mrs. Pie."

>Wait, didn't Pinkie say something about her?

>Her eyes drift downwards towards your waist and catch a glimpse of your proud soldier at attention.

>Her cheeks take on a rosy tint before raising her hoof to her mouth in utter surprise.

>"Oh my..."

>She shifts her gaze towards the window.

>"I can see why. Ahem."

>You know why she's so flustered, and take it upon yourself to rectify the situation.

"Sorry about that."

>"No problem. But I do want to know your side of the story. Sometimes my daughters like to stretch the truth a wee bit."

>Finally. Somep0ny else who will listen to you.

>And she can definitely do something about them.

"Okay then. It all started three days ago..."

 

>You told her everything.

>Blinkie using her powers to cause you harm, then raping you at the speed of light.

>Inkie using her powers to force yourself upon her in the woods, which eventually led you to your stay in Celestia's dungeon and the pain that caused on your rear.

>Then telling Pinkie about her sisters doing these acts.

>And throughout your whole tale of truth, the demeanor of the three other mares ranged from guilt to anger and fear.

"Then I ended up in this room, Pinkie tried to rescue me, and that is when all this happened."

>A subtle sage nod from her gives you hope that she took your words to heart.

>"I see. Inkie! Blinkie!"

>The two rapists cast their gaze towards the floor before replying in tandem:

>"Yes mother?"

>The elderly mare gives the two a disapproving frown.

>"Is this true?"

>The two ponies stay silent, but their eyes were enough to incriminate themselves.

>"Girls...I told you never to abuse your powers for harming others."

>Blinkie and Inkie try to protest by giving their "reasoning" in doing what they did.

>But to your ears, those were nothing but excuses.

>"I am disappointed in the two of you. And Pinkie, you are in the same boat. You shouldn't fight your sisters, despite them doing such a thing to your friend."

>You look over at Pinkie.

>Her tears pool beneath her eyes, and her gaze shift to the floor.

>You don't know if you should even move and try to make her feel better since this is a family dispute.

>Sue raises her hoof to her mouth and clears her throat.

>"But I do understand why you did it. You do like him after all."

 

>The elderly pony spins around and extends her hoof to help you up.

>"You are free to go. And don't worry, I'll deal with these two...Personally."

>Inkie and Blinkie wince.

>They fear of what is in store for them in the near future.

>"Take Pinkie and go enjoy some alone time. I know you two deserve that at least."

>Decide you've had enough of this crazy ride and depart the premises with Pinkie in tow.

>The last words you hear from Sue as the door closed were:

>"Now lets discuss your punishment..."

>You and Pinkie walk out of the hotel and start your journey back to the sugar confectionery.

>No words were exchanged between the two of you.

>You did catch the pink pony glance up towards you, but she quickly looks away.

>The silence is driving you crazy.

>You have to say something.

"Look Pinkie. I..."

>"Anon...I'm sorry about my sisters. And I'm sorry I broke my Pinkie Promise. I would understand if you don't want to be friends an- HEY!"

>Pick up the pink bundle of fluff and hold her so that her face is right in front of yours.

>With no hesitation on your end, you lean in and press your lips against hers.

>Pinkie flails her arms in a panic from your sudden offensive strike.

>Eventually, she calms down and revel in the moment.

>The minutes tick away as you and Pinkie embrace one another in the middle of town.

>Pinkie was the first to pull away.

>You were a bit disappointed.

>"Wow, that kiss was something else. Like a super cake with lots of frosting."

"So you loved it."

>"Well...DUH!"

>You goth break into a fit of laughter.

>Pinkie rests her head on your shoulder as she clings onto you.

>"Even if we don't become an item...I will still be your bestest friend."

>Give her a tight squeeze.

"And I'll be yours."

 

>"BOOOOO!!! KISS SOME MORE!"

>"Berry, that's rude."

>Look around.

>Find a large group of ponies circling around you.

>Berry Punch takes a swig of some red liquid in a bottle.

>You assume it's wine.

>"Don't stop the show on our account!"

>Your face has never been so flustered in your entire life.

"So...your place or mine?"

>Pinkie hops off of you and makes a beeline towards the shop.

>"Let's just get out of here."

>Run after her inside.

>Close and lock the door behind you.

>Seems you're laying low with Pinkie tonight.

 

END