Title: Pinkie and Other Wonderful Tales from the Crypt Author: AnonHatter Pastebin link: http://pastebin.com/88KqKGam First Edit: Saturday 11th of July 2015 02:59:51 PM CDT Last Edit: Last edit on: Monday 20th of July 2015 05:04:59 PM CDT Prompted picture: http://puu.sh/iVuYE/8e3fad9b11.png       >You're sitting down, drinking a coffee and ready the daily newspaper. >Pinkie walks into the room. "Hey." >"Hey Anon, wanna get married?" Pinkie says, dropping a ring on the table. >You nearly do a spit take. "That's a little sudden..." >"Do you?" "I mean... uh- yeah, I guess so." >"Awesome! I already have it all planned, I have your suit and my dress, we can do it next week!" "Next week? Bu-" >"All the invitations are already set out cause I knew you'd say yes, *GASP*! I gotta bake the cake." "Pinkie-" >"See ya later Nonny!" >She walks out. >You sit in silence, staring at ring she left. >Guess that ring you bought is sorta useless now. I imagine it being spontaneous.   -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------   Prompted picture: http://puu.sh/iVvpo/6b42942747.png       >"Hey Anon, wanna box?" "How are those fitting?" >"That doesn't sound like an answer." "I... guess? But I don't have any glov-" >You get cut off as Pinkie lands a swift cross to your cheek. "FUCK!" >... >Pinkie looks shocked at your reaction. "WHY?!" >You cough. "DAMMIT!" >You flop over, coughing more aggressively. >"A-Anon?" "Vision... fading... breathing... harder..." >"Anon!" >Pinkie runs over and turn you on your back. >She lifts your head up and looks down at you. >You cough some more, and tears begin welling up in Pinkie's eyes. >"Speak to me Anon, speak to me!" She shakes you slightly. "Pinkie, *Cough, gasp* I don't have much time left." >"No, no it wasn't supposed to end this way!" >Tears roll down her cheek as you continue. "Pinkie, tell them my story. Tell them of my adventures." >"I will Anon *sniffle* I will." "We've been through a lot, huh?" >"Yeah Anon, yeah." She wipes her eyes. "Tell me... Is there a heaven?" >"...Yes, there is Anon." "Guess I'll find out soon enough, *cough cough wheeze* Pinkie, let me tell you one last thing." >"What Anon, what?!" "Come closer." "Closer" "Little bit more." "Tell them..."   [spoiler]That I ripped my pants[/spoiler] That you punch like a filly >You boop her on the nose and roll away. >"ANON!" She yells. >You get up and start jogging away. "Can't hear you, I'm too far away!" >"YOU'RE GOING TO REALLY FIND OUT IF THERE'S A HEAVEN IN A MINUTE!" >You break out into a full out sprint as Pinkie begins chase. >Such is life in Ponyville.   -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------   Prompted picture: http://puu.sh/iVvRO/5847c93992.jpg       >Year 2314 >Ponking has become completely illegal, ponking at any time anywhere will result at a lifetime sentence, if not public execution. >You were captured. You were a believer of Pony, but you were captured. >Execution was your sentence, obviously fit for someone like you. >As they place your head in the guillotine, you speak. "My ancestors as SMILING at me, can you say the same?" >"Yeah, keep talking ponk scum." The executioner says. >This is your only chance, you have to summon her. >You whisper. "Smile." >Thunder booms in the distance. "Smile." >The smell of sweets fill the air. "Smile!" >The lever is pulled. >You close your eyes, and await. >Nothing? >A jolly tune comes from seemingly nowhere. >"Looks like you all aren't having enough FUN!" >Pinkie stands tall, party cannons at ready. >In just a few short moments, everyone in the vicinity is ponking, partying, dancing, until the end of time. >You can do nothing but cry, cry in joy that your savior has arrived. >"Don't think I forgot about you." >You yell in joy as she inserts her 12 inch horse strap-on dildo into you. >The smile song only gets louder as she has her way with you, and your smile only gets bigger. >As she finishes, she leans over and whispers into your ear. >"Glad I could turn that sad frown upside down."   -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------   Prompted picture: http://puu.sh/iVwep/17b09fdcd0.png       I'm on a roll, already did 3 other short stories. 321 go >Pinkie shakes her bodacious butt at you. >And she is bammin' slammin' bootyliscious. >Luckily, you aren't fooled by her tricks. >You take out a needle and stick it in her ass. >She pops, and she deflates. "Nice try Pinkie, but your ass isn't that shiny!" >"Dammit!" You hear from nearby bushes. "Try it with fluff next time." >"Okay, thanks for the advice." The bush says, before running away. >Alright. 2 hours later. http://puu.sh/iVwjb/f2660f419d.png "You're still missing fur!" >"Actually, I just shaved." "Wait, really?" >"Yeah." >... "So can I sma-" >"You can smash." "Imma wrek dat pussy." You mumble to yourself. >And then seks happened.   -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------   Prompted picture: http://puu.sh/iVwxK/52bb644b8d.jpg       >While watching the show, Pinkie jumps through the screen, presenting her pantied pussy to you. >"Eat up Non-" "AAAAAAAAH!" >You fall back on your chair, and begin crawling back. "AAAAAAAAAAAAH!" >Pinkie looks confused as you quickly stand up and begin running away. "AAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaah..." Your screams fade into the distance. >"That... didn't work as planned."   -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------   Prompted picture: http://puu.sh/iVwJP/680640535b.png       "Pinkie? What are you covered in?" >Did she finally discover bukkake? >"Frosting." "Oh..." >"From guys." "What?!" >"I borrowed it from them." "O-oh?" That could go either way... >"Yeah, I had to jerk around their tubes to get their icing out, and eventually it was my mouth that finally got it out." "...Wait, so..." You raise a finger, but don't know how to ask. >"It was an EXTRA special birthday!" "So it was a blowj-" >"Because all of them helped me make it!" >Wait, did all of the stallions have the same birthday? >"They all ate it up too. They said it was delicious!" "Their cum?" >"They're what?" "Th-Their cum." >"Of course they came, how else could they be at the party?" >You begin to start multiple different sentences, but stop yourself each time. >You're incredibly annoyed, but you can't help but crack a slight smile. >"Of course all the wives didn't like the party, but the daughters loved it-" "Pinkie were you at an orgy?" >Silence for a couple seconds. >"What?" "Did you suck and jerk multiple cocks?" >"There weren't any cocks there." "Did any come out at the party?" >"No, they were all at Fluttershy's place." "You had the party at Fluttershy's?" >"No, the cocks were there, the party was here." >You take a deep breath. "Are you talking about chickens?" You say while breathing out. >"Yeah, what are you talking about?" "Penis! Did you suck any penis?!" You raise your voice. "I don't know what that is!" Pinkie raises her voice back. "ARE YOU COVERED IN SEMEN?" >"I SAID I WAS COVERED IN MALE ICING!" "DID THE MALE ICING COME FROM THEIR PENIS OR DID IT COME FROM A PACKAGE?" >"IT CAME FROM THEIR PACKAGE!" "HOW ARE YOU MAKING EVERYTHING SOUND SEXUAL.?" >Pinkie shoves her "icing" covered hoof in your mouth. >Tastes sweet. "So you're covered in icing that came from a guy." You say, calmed down. >"Okay that was just dirty." Pinkie says, shaking her head disappointed.   -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------   Prompted picture: http://puu.sh/iVx7D/48e9bf2091.jpg       >Pinkie sits in a coal black room that is barren from any furniture and decorations apart from a small painting of rain. >She sits in this room wherever she's sad to reassure herself that she's sad. >Really, it a bad use of floor space. >Actually, I hear she uses it for yoga on weekends. >Oh, that's all right then. >*Ahem* >Anyway, Pinkie mops in the room, hooves crossed in an overly exaggerated pouty face. >Her frown is almost making a complete C. >While grumbling and mumbling, a light fills the room. >She slowly turns to the source, not changing expression. >It's fluttershy, seemingly glowing with butterfly's flying around her. >Wait a minute... >Fluttershy... >Butterfly... >Pinkie's mind internally explodes for a second, before she turns away. >"Go away Fluttershy." >"Pinkie, you need to stop being a whiny bitch." >"I SAID FUCK OFF." >Fluttershy leans in close. >"Help please, I fell in radioactive waste and I'm glowing." She whispers. >The butterflys pick Fluttershy up and start carrying her up into nothingness. >"Remember Pinkie, nobody careeeeesssss..." Her voice fades away. >Pinkie sniffs. >If only Anon were here, he'd know what to do. >... >... >"I think I'm just gonna go, I got parties to plan." >And Fluttershy was never seen again.   -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------   Prompted picture: http://puu.sh/iVxcu/8ea10df3c1.jpg       I like this picture, so I'll make a short thing out of it. But the only thing I'm keeping from it is that Pinkie see's a butterfly. >Pinkamena Diana Pie. >The filly works every day, all day, on a rock farm. >Pinkie's pink fur dulled to match the greyish, depressive colours of your surroundings. >Everything was simple around here, to a fault. >She wished for something more. >And something caught her eye. >While rolling a rock, delivering it to it's next locations, something different grabbed her attention. >A little insect, fluttering around hopelessly. >Pinkie curiously and cautiously approached what she thought was a flying worm. >It flew in circles, seemingly lost or looking for something it dropped. >Still, it flew with a kind of grace, a gentle kindness. >Pinkie sat on her flank and cocked her head at it. >As it suddenly flew towards her, she reeled back. >But the little insect landed gently on her nose. >She peered at it in wonder as it shook it's wings. >Pinkie thought the little bug looked amazing, it was vivid and cheerful, completely standing out from everything around. >It had blue and yellow wings, slightly transparent. >The sun shining into them gave them the appearance of glowing, shining a bright light onto the bland surroundings. >She opened her mouth in awe, but the little insect flew off. >Pinkie, a rare smile adorning her face, chased after the little flying bug too see where it went. >She jumped at it, though careful not to hit it. >This continued for a while, merely being in the presence of this foreign creature creating a spark in her heart. >Eventually, the little bug flew away, too high for the pony to follow. >Pinkie wasted the day away, but she could hardly care less, she raced home to tell her family what she saw.   >"It was beautiful! Its wings were bright and colourful, I'd never seen it before!" >Her parents told her it was probably a butterfly. >They seem confused as to why one would be there, no flowers were anywhere. >"A butterfly?" The name had a unique charm to it. >She wondered if there were more things like that out there. >The next day, she raced back to the same spot. >But nothing was there. >It was only the same old rocks as before. >The same as the next day. >And the next day. >And even the next day. >Pinkie's spirits slowly dulled over the day back to her 'usual' self, but there was a new match in her heart, and she just needed something to light it. >Then one day, seemingly out of the blue. >A giant rainbow blew across the sky. >And her heart was fully aflame with a new passion, a new feeling, a new life.   I don't know why, It just felt good.   -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------   "Can a writefag make a story about pony bellies?"       >u walk up 2 ponk on hte couhc >u poek eher tumy "bellyboop" >"heh" >____________________________ >________________ >________________________________________________ >________________ >______________ >___________________________ "heh" >"heh"   -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------   Prompted picture: http://puu.sh/iVxD3/1ff6818daa.png         >Twilight's an alicorn? >What a contrived plot point! >But still, she's probably all alone now. >An Alicorn, there aren't many of those left. >Wonder if she needs company. >Wonder if she needs some enjoyment. >Wonder if she needs... >A PARTY! 10 minutes later >"SURPRISE!" 5 voices yell >"GAH!" Twilight stumbles back at the unexpected noise. >As Pinkie trots over to Twilight with a big ol' grin plastered on her face, she thinks. >This is one of my fastest set-ups yet. Balloons, check, streamers, check, cake, check, punch, check, friends, check... >The mental checklist continues after she gets to Twilight, giving the alicorn enough chance to catch her breath. >"I'll never get used to that." She comments are she stands. >"Heya Twilight," Pinkie starts, "I know you just changed into an Alicorn so I thought you might be lonely so I madethispartyandsetitallupjustforyouandIwasn'tsureifyouwantedlotsapeoplesoIinvitedourgoodfriendsI'msuretheyneednointroductionordotheyahwhoamIkiddingyouknowthemrightFluttershy,Apple-"   >"Pinkie." Twilight says as she shoves a hoof in her mouth. >"Yeeees?" Comes from a muffled Pinkie. >"I'm a little too busy for this." >"Too BUSY for a PARTY?" Pinkie shudders at the thought. >"Yes, I don't really have the time." Twilight struggles to break the news to her. >"Then we'll make time! What do you have to do?" Pinkie pumps her hoof into the air, "We'll show that work what for!" >Twilight sighs, "Pinkie, I don't want a party right now." >"W-What?" >"I..." Twilight is caught off guard by Pinkie's puppy dog eyes. >She looks away, then quickly finished her statement, "I have to go, maybe next week." Before teleporting away. >Pinkie sits, sorrowful, looking at the floor. >"Does she not like my parties?" Pinkie asks as her friends walk up to her. >"Aw shucks, ya look like a bull without his fur." Applejack comments. >"Darling, she's just really busy, it's nothing against you." Rarity tries to reassure Pinkie. >"Yeah, she probably has a lot of work only an alicorn could do." >"Work only an alicorn can do?" Pinkie whispers. >"Huh?" >"THAT'S IT!"   Fast forward to next day. >Twilight is in her study, struggling to stay away from a night without sleep. >She'd swear Celestia is purposely dumping tons of work on her. >She gets interrupted from dozing off by a loud knock on her comically oversized doors. >"I don't want to be interrupted!" She calls out. >The knocks continue in a faster pace after a few seconds. >"DO NOT DISTURB!" >... >KNOCKKNOCKKNOCKKNOCKKNOCKKNOCKKNOCK >Twilight sighs and bonks her head against the table. >Tired and grumpy, not the best combination to deal with this. >She starts to trot over to the door when it swings open on her own. >And on the other side... >Is Pinkie. >Twilight slaps herself away so Pinkie won't see her tired. >"I told you, I can't have a party right now." >Pinkie shakes her head and smiles. >"No party here with me." >"No party...?" Those are words you didn't think you'd hear Pinkie say. >Is Pinkie finally broken? >That's a scary thought. >It's at that moment when Pinkie walks in that Twilight notices what she's wearing. >"I know you have important alicorn work, so I became an alicorn too so I could help you!" >Pinkie wears a party hat on her forehead so it somewhat resembles a horn, but it's not even the same colour as her fur. >It's green. >She also has cardboard wings glued onto some sort of harness. >The wings are doodled on with crayons, and a woosh is scribbled onto the harness. >The cake twins probably helped, twilight thinks. >Pinkie juts her chest forehead and tries to stand as tall as possible. >Though there's no noticeable difference in size. >"Pinkamena Alicorn Pie, are your service!" She salutes.   >"What are you...?" Twilight says as Pinkie trots past her and sits at her study. >Pinkie pokes her head with her hoof, "With this new alicorn brain of mine," She slams her hoof down on the table, "I can have your work done in no time at all!" >Many "ooh's", "aahs," and "oh yes, hmm," come from Pinkie as she looks over all the notes and books strewn about the table. >"I see your problem, you got tons of junk on here!" Pinkie states. >"Junk?" >"This can go." Pinkie pulls a paper shredder from nowhere and holds a paper over it. >"No!" Twilight magics the paper away from her, "This is a treaty request, shredding this would basically be declaring war!" >Pinkie grabs the paper back and examines it, pulling a magnifying glass close. >"I don't know, I think this is a fake!" She holds it up in the air. >"A fake? A fake treaty paper?" >"Yeah, I can tell by the pixels, and seeing quite a few fakes in my day-" >"Pinkie, enough." She rips the paper from her grasp. >She coughs as she pockets it away for later examination. >Just in case... >"What this book?" She leans over to get it when Twilight grabs her by the shoulder and stops her. >"Pinkie, why are you here?" >Pinkie suddenly loses all her enthusiasm and hunches over in her chair, looking dejected. >"I- I just wanted to help." She sniffles. >"I'm fine, you don't need to help." >Twilight yawns directly after saying that. >"Don't look at me like that." Twilight says. >She sighs, shaking her head to avoid passing out. >"Why do you even want to help that badly?" >"Because I'm your friend." She responds.   >Twilight's heart skips a beat. >She... is her friend. >A friend that's done a lot for her already. >"S-sorry, I guess I'll go." >Her fake wings are dropping and her horn is tilted to the side and she shuffles away. >"Pinkie." >"Y-yes?" >Twilight turns her around and pulls her into a hug. >"Thank you so much." Twilight buries her face into her shoulder and neck. >Pinkie rests her head on her friends, returning the hug. >Her neck feels wet. >It's clear to Pinkie what she really needed. >After a full minute of hugging, Twilight's iron grip starts to fade, until she's mostly limp. >Pushing her off confirms Pinkie's suspicions. >She's dead asleep. >Pinkie carries Twilight to her bed, getting the help from a guard. >She leaves the castle to get help.   >The next morning, Twilight yawns as she shuffles in bed, pulling the covers around her tighter as she mumbles slightly. >Then her eyes shoot open as she remember her work. >She fixes her hair, brushes her teeth and showers in a flash before running to the study. >When she gets there, she finds it's already occupied. >Her five friends are fixing up the normally dark, dirty, unorganized study into something more comfortable. >With... varying levels of enthusiasm. >The pegasi are carrying folders and books into the high shelves, Rarity's dusting the area off, Applejack is fixing broken furniture, and Pinkie... >"Twilight!" >She didn't jump this time. >At least there's that. >"I thought, 'I almost caused a war,' so I got some extra help to do your work." >"Pinkie, you shouldn't... but, this is important, you couldn't..." >"Psssh, we got extra help." >"Yes, we helped as well." >"L-LUNA?" >The princess of the night is standing in her study, in casual wear. >She isn't even wearing her crown. >"I was told you needed help, so I hurried over." >Twilight's flabbergasted, unable to get any words out as the rest of her friends trot over. >"I-I thought I was supposed to do this alone." >"Why would you think that?" Luna asks, cocking her head. >Twilight's mouth hangs open.   >"You know we're dependable Twilight!" Pinkie cheers. >"It's like we haven't gone through 5 seasons of learning constant friendship lessons." Rainbow comments. >"It's no good to overwork yerself, ya can always use an extra set of hooves." Applejack says. >"And it's never smart to work in such a drab environment." Rarity adds. >"W-were we doing a thing? Cause I need more time to thi-" Fluttershy starts. >"We're all here for you Twilight, even if you are an alicorn!" >Twilight starts to tear up. >"Girls..." She says as she wipes away a tear. >She opens up her arms, and everyone, including Luna, goes in for a group hug.   >Dear Princess Celesta...     >The next day, Twilight remembers the paper she slipped away. >She pulls it out, then closely looks at it. >Very closely. >After a thorough examination, she looks up and sighs. >She begins another letter. >Dear Princess Celestia >We have a problem.     This was more heartwarming then I initially intended. Which is weird, cause now I gotta think up an idea for the second one cause I lost my original idea, and then I gotta make a petplay Pinkie one. I don't have a lot of experience writing stories like this, so criticism would be appreciated. One last thing, I had a line in that went somewhere along the lines of, >Twilight was tired, and truthfully did need help and needed a break, but she didn't want her friends to worry. And I felt like that one line completely ruined any set-up I had by just flat out stating what I was thinking with the scene.   -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------   >hello nonny! There she is again... that annoying pink horse that has infected your mind >what are we gonna do today? Well I was thinking about.. Before you could even answer she interrupts you >you should kill yourself Why? You answer back >because I love you That doesn't make any sense Pinkie... >it does to me She answers back, you shrug it off and decide to carry on with your day, you get dressed, drink a glass of milk and go for your morning cigarette. As you take your first inhale the annoying pink horse decides to chime in >guess what nonny? You're trash! Hehe.. You say nothing back to her, you just finish your cigarette and think to yourself, why? Having nothing left to do for the day you decide to go for a drive even though you just awoke. As you're driving you decide to listen to the radio, you turn it on and to your surprise uptown funk is playing, you always hated that song, as you go to change the station the annoying pink horse chimes in again >I like this song, don't change it You do anyway >what the fuck nonny? You have terrible taste in music Deciding to not question the pink horse you don't change the station instead deciding to listen to a song you hate >don't you know, I know best nonny and because I know you best I think you should kill yourself Why? You ask her again in your mind >because I love you, and that's the only way we can be together... forever. Her logic never made sense to you but neither did yours, continuing your drive you think to yourself, what if the pink horse is right? What if she really does love me? >I do She chimes in This comment distracts you from your thought and gives you a shutter down your spine. She's always listening, you think to yourself >that's right, I'm always judging you, you disgusting piece of shit This hit home right here, hearing your waifu, the pink one say this to you >you should kill yourself Again you ask her why? But only get silence.   You decide that enough is enough, you'll take the advice of the pink horse that torments you, you'll kill yourself As you made this conscience decision you here her chime in again >you'll do it! Really? For me? Without saying anything back you cruise down the road until you find a suitable dirt road to do the deed on, you don't have a knife or a gun or a rope or even pills, only your car. As you turn down the grid road you stop your car and think to yourself, is this right? >of course it is The pink horse chimes in Fuck it, that's good enough for me You think to yourself You red line your car and pop the clutch into first gear, rocks and dust fly past your window as you begin accelerating, first, second, third, fourth, fifth, before you know it you're going 195 on a dirt road, the car is swerving side to side as you struggle to maintain control in this moment you hear the pink horse chime in again >do it faggot So you do, you pull the wheel left and right in quick succession causing the car to roll upside down and sideways at the same time, in this moment time seems to slow, you feel calm and at peace something you wanted to feel your whole life, you look up and see the ground, you look to the side and see a tree passing you by very quickly. This is it You think to yourself *boom* Everything goes black and you feel nothing, just silence After what seems like a century the familiar pink horse chimes in again >wake up sleepy head You open your eyes and there she is, your tormentor standing right in front of you, you aren't angry though, you feel nothing. She trots up to you and gives you a hug >welcome home nonny, now we can really be together forever You don't know how to feel about this, but you hug her back in disbelief, you are home now...   -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------   Prompted picture: http://puu.sh/j4wmw/fca5bb9ac7.jpg       >You fall back in shock, landing hard on your ass. >Fear fills you, you're unable to move. >Pinkie, holding a can of redbull in front of you. >She took the motto of the caffeine teeming energy drink to heart, spouting fully functional wings. >But that's not what shocks you. >Pinkie is already energetic enough to tire anyone out, and she's never drunk coffee or anything like that. >You didn't want to think about what it would be like... but you don't have to. >She stands a couple metres away, and she's twitching violently. >Her pupils are different sizes, her eyes also twitching. >Her mouth changes different expression, from wide smiles, mild smiles to neutral. >She giggles madly, her head moving unnaturally, reminding you of the silent hill nurses. >You breathe deep, heavy breaths as she takes a step towards you. "Just how many." >You pause for a couple seconds to breath. "Just how many did you drink?" You say, referring to the can she holds. >She takes a quick sip, her whole body vibrating. >"Why Sir Anon the sixth, this is my 52nd can." >Pinkie begins laughing madly, shaking your very core. >And... something else.   >She begins vibrating more wildly, sparks and electricity shooting out in the air. >Unable for your eye to fully see, she runs hundreds of laps around you, before returning to the same spot. >Outside, birds fly away and animals scatter. >And your primal instincts deep down tell you 'you need to run.' >But your human curiosity keeps you there. >"So---Much---Fun---" Her voice vibrates in the air, echoing. >Her laugh also echos, shaking the very fabric of reality. >And that's not hyperbole. >Something was torn, and a rip in space time appears above her. >She downs the rest of the can and throws it into the hole. >It gets bigger, threatening to destroy the entire world. >"So." >A force emits from the rip in time, blowing you back against a wall. >"Much." >A beautiful light shoots out, illuminating the surroundings. >"FUN!" >She gets sucked into the hole, which violently spasms. >And closes.   >You're left to catch your breathe. >Is it over? >"It's never over." A voice seems to come from the heavens itself. >Is that...? >"Pinkie time never ends!" >And then... >Fun.   -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------   Prompted picture: http://puu.sh/j4wvD/2e3a6c55ee.png       "Are you sure this is how I'm supposed to massage ponies?" >She's spaced out, enjoying the feeling. >"Huh? Oh, yeah. Tummies get rumblies after all." "It just seems a little..." >"Oh yeah, turn me into dough you slut." >A tear drips down your eye.   -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------   Prompted picture: http://puu.sh/j4wBo/c2329c8cbb.png       "That looks ridiculous." >"This is proper pony swim-wear Nonny." >She wears a yellow-striped blue bra that would seem more fitting on a c-cupped woman than a no-breasted horse. >And baby blue shorts, as if she has something to hide. >It's not like it helps with buoyancy. >Right? "Yeah but... None of the other guys are wearing it!" >You say, referring to the other ones of the mane 5 that invited you to a beach day. >"First, we're girls, and second, that's irrelevant." >She huffs defiantly, walking away from you on two legs, her big dumb purple flippers slapping against the sand. "How is that irrelevant? Hey, I'm not letting this go!" >You easily catch up to her, she's wearing flippers after all, and turn her around. >You pull down her bra "Look, there's not even anything-" >"ANON!" >She pulls away from you, covering her chest with her hooves, blushing profusely. >"Anonymous!" >"What the hay Anon!" >Rarity and Rainbow saw what took place, and immediately rushed over. >"Isn't that, like, sexual harassment or something?" Rainbow hovers around you, peering at you with judgmental eyes. >"Apologize to her right this instant, you pervert!" Rarity demands. "I-I..." You fail to create words. >You look back at Pinkie, fixing her bra. >"She doesn't have breasts to perv on!" >"I'm sure you would object to someone pulling your pants down and ogling your goods." Rarity says. >My "goods"? "You're avoiding my point." You argue. >"Nonny..." >You turn to look at Pinkie, twiddling her hooves. >She's flushed, and can't keep eye contact. >"I-if you wanted to look, you c-could have just a-asked..." She says meekly. >You stare at her in disbelief. "There's nothing to look at!" >"You pulled down her bra, now take responsibility." Rarity says. "This vacation is ruined." You say to yourself. >"Show her your genitals, and the debt will be repaid." >... "Was this all just a ruse?" >"Bojangles." Pinkie says. "I think I'm just going to go." >And he did. The End   -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------   Prompted picture: http://puu.sh/j4wG2/b4beafd1c9.jpg       >"Nonny, what kind of girl do you like?" "Hmm..." >She patiently waits. "Active." >Pinkie's smile gets bigger. "Fun to be around." >Her smile gets even bigger. "Can cook." >Her smile to ear to ear "And has long hair." >Her expression turns to normal. >"Huh, okay. See ya tomorrow Nonny!" The next day... "Mrs. Cake, where's Pinkie?" >"I believe she's in her room, dear." >You thank her, and head upstairs. "Pinkie, I got the extra-sized ballo-" >You get cut off, as opening the door unleashes a pink hell. >A wave of curly, pink fluffy hair flows out into the hallway, burying you in the sea of pink. >"Well Nonny? You said you liked long hair!" "BLARARBAGHBA." Hair fills your mouth. >"What was that?" "I'M SO HARD RIGHT NOW!" >"YAAAAAAAY!"   -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------   Prompted picture: http://puu.sh/j4wOQ/64806266b5.png       >The perfect cupcake. >Fluffy and moist, but not too much. A golden brown, cooked to perfection. >Even the bottom hasn't the slightest hint of the coal blackness of death that is synonymous with burnt pastries. >A red icing drips down the sides of it, onto the paper and down the cupcake, showing it's still warm but not tongue burning hot, so you'd still get the full taste of the cupcake. >Vanilla whip cream, carefully sprayed on it with precision to ensure maximum enticement and temptation. >And on the top, a single perfect strawberry, picked from only the finest of fertile fields. >This cupcake, a cupcake that impresses even you, Pinkie Pie, baker extraordinaire, is being denied to you. >Denied to you by this... human female. >She's so cocky and proud, smiling and huffing from so much hard work. She's trained like this for years, cupcakes like this being her crowning achievement. >But she still wishes to forbid you from enjoying this delicacy? >She places it in front of you, teasing you, but raises her nimble finger in front of you to say "no". >You attempt to convince her with puppy dog eyes, but she remains unmoved, uncaring, unconvinced that you deserve it. >Does she not know who you are? What you can do? Who you know and what they could do to her? >Does she not realize the inner mechanisms of your mind move at a pace far above hers, being able to plan even the most diabolical of plans and being able to keep up with the rapid motions your body is capable of? >For this cupcake... >You would do anything. >Even if it means... >Doing something drastic. >"Okay, you can eat!" >You dig into the cupcake, eating it rapidly, the sweet vanilla and strawberry tastes filling your mouth, a dopamine rush flowing through your head. >You could have orgasmed right there and then. "Eh, it was alright." >"W-what? But I-" >You grab the collar of her apron and pull her close. "Give. Me. More." You whisper. >"O-okay..." >She lives another day.       -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------   Prompted picture: http://puu.sh/j4x7G/af9f99f74d.png       >"It's okay Nonny, I can still cheer you up!" >You gave her a hug. >"Unicorns have made a lot of advances! They say I'll be fine... but, I'll never be able to use my back legs again." >Why did it have to happen to her? >Of all ponies, why her? >"Shh, don't cry Nonny. Now I'm a little bit like you." >You wish you could say something. >You tried to tell her you're sorry. >You weren't sure what you were sorry for, but you wanted to say something. >The only thing that left your mouth was silence. >It was always silence. >Pinkie actually had the patience to put up with your muteness. >And now she'll never bounce again. >You motion for a piece of paper. >The doctor hands you one. >You give her a smile and write down a quick note for Pinkie. >"I still love you, let's just go home, okay?" >You see a film of tears start to form in her eyes. >"Yeah, I've had a long day." >You pick her up and carry her home. >This was life now. >You'd take care of each other.   -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------   Prompted picture: http://puu.sh/j4xae/ddfd4dd2ee.png       "We're here, I remembered your favorite spot." >"Thanks Maudie, it's a lot chillier than I remember though." >When you heard the news you had to go pick your little sister up. >She was worse than you thought. >You were never a very emotional pony, but it was getting hard to keep it all in. >You had to smile for her though. >You couldn't let her see you cry. >It would destroy what was left of her. >"Hey Maudie? Have I done a good job?" "What do you mean?" >"I mean, have I made a difference in the world?" >Your little sister was never this serious. "... You've made a lot of ponies happy, and I don't think anypony will ever forget you." >She smiles, "Thanks, I needed to hear that..." "Pinkie?" >"I love you Maud, you've been the best sister I could've asked for." "Don't do this to me Pinkie." >You feel the tears starting to fall. >She places a hoof around your neck. >"It'll be okay Maud, I'm not scared anymore. I'm ready to go." >She closes her eyes and smiles. "P-Pinkie... PINKIEEEE!" >You clutched your sister's body in your hooves. "W-why, why do I have to be the last to go? What kind of big sister outlives her little sisters?" >You carried her off the mountain. >She was going to get a proper burial.   -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------   Prompted picture: http://puu.sh/j4xgf/0c4d258196.png       >"Nonny, stop laughing! It's not funny!" >She'd gotten herself caught in a bedsheet. >If you didn't sleep with her this would've been a lot more tragic. >"... Okay, it's a little funny I guess." >You undo the sheet and wrap her up in your arms. >"Can we have a pancake breakfast?" "I'll fix you anything you want." >She gives you that adorable little smile, something she never lost. >"I'd like some pancakes." "You can have pancakes." >"Thanks Nonny, I love you." "I love you too Pinkie, and no amount of crutches will ever change that." >You boop her nose. "You are who you are, legs or no legs." >She cuddled you some more. >You'd be her legs if you had to. >You didn't mind, you'd walk to the ends of Equestria for her.   -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------   Prompted picture: http://puu.sh/j4xq7/0493411d6b.png       >Anon and Pinkie made a bet >Pinkie lost >so now she has to wear a buttplug all day >Anon even tied a little ribbon around her tail to make it stand out even more >if other ponies ask about it she's not allowed to give an explanation for why it's there, only "It's Christmas!" >other ponies just chalk it up to Pinkie being Pinkie >despite her cheery exterior, it's actually deeply embarrassing for her >and yet, she slowly starts enjoying herself more and more as the day goes on   -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------   Additional pastebins: http://pastebin.com/RgnPecgG https://pastebin.com/Qd5QJr1f http://pastebin.com/u/WoodLore