>you're awakened by a knock at the door
>you peel your eyes open and look at the clock
>7:30 AM
>right on time
>you rush to get your Saturday clothes on and head to the door
>the creaks and opens to reveal a blushing Pinkie
>she looked embarrassed and ashamed to be there
>the only thing protecting her from public indecency is a small skirt, barely long enough to hide all that junk in her trunk
"Get inside. You're not here to waste time."
>she cringes slightly at your voice and takes a hesitant step forward
>you reach behind her and shut the door, trapping her inside your house
>Pinkie looks uneasy
>her beet red face shows that she isn't enjoying this in any way
>you place a hand on her lower back and push her to the cleaning supplies
"Get to work."
>she grabs some palm and sponges
>she goes to the table first
>taking your late night dinner off the table, she seems less tense
>you take your chair from the corner, open it and sit down
>she looks nervous again, knowing you're watching her
>the skirt she's wearing is failing at its job
>you take notice to this and smirk a little
>Pinkie is uneasy
>she keeps reminding herself that this is only a one time deal and that she needs the money, but it doesn't help
>after cleaning your mess, Pinkie goes to the stove and begins cleaning it
>leaning over the stove, her skirt and the panties underneath are riding up further than ever
>since she's used to helping Fluttershy clean her cottage, she's used to concentrating on hard work and doesn't notice
>but you do
>your rising erection is begging for release at the sight of Pinkie's bubble butt bouncing up and down
>you arise from your chair and begin waltzing over to Pinkie
>she still doesn't notice
>she's too involved in her work to care
>after only a few steps, your only inches away from Pinkie
>your dick is gently tucked under your waistband so it doesn't become uncomfortable
>your hand reaches out and grabs a hand full of Pinkie ass
"Eep!"
>she tenses up and starts shivering
>her deliciously plump butt suddenly feels warmer
>she turns her head back hesitantly
"M-mister...? What are you--"
>you cut off her dialogue with a sudden kiss
>she's taken aback and horribly shocked
>your dick is practically jumping from its cage
>your free hand slips around her waist to prevent her from fleeing
>with your right hand groping her ass and your left holding her tightly, you only have one choice
>your groping hand reaches up and rips down her skirt, making her writh
>you struggle to pull your own pants off immediately after
"P-please don't! I won't tell anyone, just let me go!"
>it's too late for that
>you spit in your hand and slather it all over her puckered pink hole
>you grab your dick at the base and line it up perfectly
"P-please..."
>it's the last thing you hear before your dick gets buried inside of Pinkie's asshole
>with your entire length buried enside, you push her over onto the stove and press your forearm on the back of her neck
>you pull back and slam forward, making Pinkie squeal in pain at the invasion of her own ass
>you can tell she's never played with her own ass or had anything done to it other than nature's calling
>she's weeping
>your dick feels amazing rubbing up against her anal walls
>she's clenching around your cock, attempting to eject your member but it only makes you harder
>your orgasm is rising and you can feel like you're about to blow, but you don't want it like this
>a "plop" noise can be heard as you withdraw your dick from the pink haired teen
>you grab a chunk of her hair and quickly turn her around
>her mouth is wide at the sudden redirection of pain from her ass to her hair
>you take this opportunity to shove your throbbing cock into her open orifice
>her throat spasming to try and stop you from cumming
>she's trying to push you away with her hands; flailing them about
>with one more strong thrust down her throat, you release a torrent of warm, viscous fluid
>her eyes widen as she starts to cough, cum splashing back onto your softening cock
>you finally loosen your grasp on her hair and release her
>falling back into your chair, you look at your handiwork
>a broken, raped Pinkie coughing up your baby nectar
>it pleases you
>you reach over to the table, grab a wet towellete and toss it to Pinkie
"Clean yourself up and get back to work."
"Y-yes sir.."