>she presses the knife a bit harder
Dont worry you can talk now.
>You try to calm down as you realize she wants some kind of answer
>"How about the game where you let me out of your freaky fantasy?"
>Your reply is met with a smirk from Pinkies face
Um, no.
>She loses her sarcastic look and leans over you her long straight pink hair almost creating a room bewteen just her face and yours
I suppose I should have gave you some choices instead of asking you outright.
We can either play with some hot stuff or you can 'hang' around for a bit
>("Hot stuff? She wants to burn me? I think I'll fucking pass.")
>("Hopefully hang doesnt imply a noose..")
>"I suppose hanging out sounds better.."
>She becomes ecstatic even bouncing on you a bit in her excitement
I knew youd pick that-
>She turns a bit confused
We were interupted before.. Whats your name?
>"Anon.." you reply hesitantly
>Her positive mood quickly returns
>She excitedly gives a giggle and slips with her knife making a very small cut under the collar
Opps!~ Lets try to keep that from heppening next time, hmm?
>You can do nothing but lie there not wanting to make that happen again
 
>Pinkie takes a moment to lick at your fresh wound.
>With the knife pressed to your left side of your neck you think it best not to try and stop her
>But oddly enough you cant help but feel slightly aroused by the beautiful mare
All better now?
C'mon Nonny, lets go play!
>("Did she just fucking call me Nonny?")
>Pinkie jumps off of you
>That cut under the collar fucking stings
And dont think to try to ruin any of our fun...
>she slowly speaks into a darker tone
That collar can do a little more than give you a good jolt.
>She giggles and you shiver at the sound of it
Now, get over here!
 
>Shes now in the middle of the room where the small source of light is coming from
>You get off the ground and walk towards the light
>Noticing a low lying metallic table
>As you walk closer you notice more details of the table
>It has a an assortment of mechanical parts underneath it, what look like a control box stands next to it, and..
>Fuck, there's an assortment of leather straps attached on the surface of the table
Looks like fun right, Nonny?!
>"Yes, Pinkie. Tons..."
Oh! Aren't you a smart one you caught my name at some point!
>("That probably wasn't good for my health")
Now, lets get to hangin!
>You'd love to never hear Pinkie saying that again.
Hop up here, lay on your back, and spread your wings.
>You at the thought of your wings decide you'd rather make a quick flap onto the table
Aren't those just gorgeous, Nonny.
>Its funny, you've always been slightly paranoid of your wingspan but here this psycho is giving you a damn compliment
>You follow what she says and back on the table and spread your wings out and wait for what comes next
>The table is really fucking cold even with your fur between your skin and the table
 
Youre such a good lil' Nonny.
Now just hold tight.
>Pinkie starts to bind your rear legs to the table.
Tight.. Hehe. Im so funny sometimes.
>"Hilarious..."
>You feel a sharp pain jolt from the collar to your neck. It resonates through your throat.
>"AGH!"
>("FUCK. I dont think this collar was meant for any kind of dog.")
>She starts walk around to your head side
Im sorry if you dont appreciate good humor.
>She starts securing your front legs down
Or choose to listen to my rules fully.
>she finishes those straps and moves onto your right wing
>You feel her run hoof along the bottom span of your wing as she strolls around to your other wing
>She tugs on your left wing a bit pulling it further out
>Takes a second to look at it and promptly pulls a nonessential feather out
>It stings but nothing to cry about
>She walks out of view towards, presumably, the control box
You ready Nonny to go for-
>you hear her stifle a giggle
to go for a ride first.
>You hear her slam a lever down
>the table gives a whirr..
>A half a second later the table starts shooting up towards the ceiling
>You panic and think this is how its all gonna end for you flattened like a fucking pancake to the ceiling
>Taking the 'ride' you scream as the ceiling nears
>Suddenly it takes a jarring stop, an inch or so from the ceiling
Silly Nonny, It wont go any further. see?
>you hear her fiddling with it and the table the mechanically moans
>Cringing as you hope to god shes right
Now just hold up right there for one sec.
 
>You hear the table start up again after a moment.
>it starts moving down and leaning back and you notice pinkie come back into view.
Hello there!
>it a strange sight to be upside down for you but it doesn't matter much after you see she brought something back from the corner
You obviously don't appreciate how fun these are.
>she ties the blindfold back onto you face
All better. Now I'm gonna need you to do something for me just like I'm doing for you now.
We're both gonna get to share the love!
>All you can do is try to look fruitlessly through the cloth of the blind
> you think you hear and smell pinkie rubbing her marehood.
>This may not sound all so bad for you!
The better you make me feel the same I'll reciprocate to you.
Simple right?
> you feel something hot in front of your muzzle
 
>You hear something roll across the ground closer to you. maybe a tray on wheels?
>somewhat excited about the situation, you lean in closer with no vision And bump into Pinkies nethers.
>Pinkie giggles at you
Hi there Nonny.
> the front of your mouth and nose is dampened by her wet marehood.
>you cautiously stick out your tongue and are met somewhere to the inside her leg. By the smell you can tell you're not far off.
>something metallic is picked off the table. You're a lil nerved by it but continue to move your tongue towards the center, searching for the lips of her marehood.
>finding them you reach your tongue in and pinkie gives a moan
>there's something cold and metallic placed on your leg
> you wonder what's going on up there so you pause for a sec and your face is met with a hoof slapped across it
Did I tell you to stop?!
>quickly find your place and continue to lick the inside walls of her
>some pressure starts to be placed on the sides of you leg as pinkies moans get louder
 
>you continue to lap up the juices from her occasionally giving the length of her one long stroke of your tongue and a pain starts to form from the increasing pressure of whatever she put on your leg
>you wanna stop and feel exactly what the pain is but you try to focus on the task at hand.
>not only is that easier, you don't want to know how angry she might become at you.
>she starts to become more rhythmic to the motion as your tongue as she becomes louder
>but the pain your leg is starting to almost become too much to ignore
Please Nonny!
>She sounded so different just then. Almost like when you first met her
>It's motivating enough to keep going
>she starts to move extremely violently and suddenly stops as you take one stroke down her again.
> you can tell she came and suddenly the pressure on your leg is released
>you hear something rattle to the ground. Presumably whatever was on your leg.
>You feel pinkie shuffle back a bit
>you take a moment to finally really breath and realize the pain that has been growing on your leg,which still mostly persists.
>anymore pressure and the bone would have surely snapped.
 
>You hear soemthing hit the table control panel
>Sounds like also pinke might have fell over
>Some clacking comes from the table and you clench your teeth cause you have no idea what this thing is capable of
>You feel the straps release from the table on your front legs, your wings, and..
>"oh fuck" as the last set drop you on your on head on the hard floor
 
>The drop had made the blind fold slide off of your head
>You start to stand up but as you put standing pressure on your rear right leg you quickly feel the pain from whatever was squeezing the fuck out of it
>You kick off the leather straps from your legs and shake off the ones left on your wings
>glancing around the room you see a large pair of vice pliers on the ground
>most likely what was on your leg
>Pinkie is also lying on the ground
>she isnt moving but you dont see any sign of blood either
>With your hurt leg you hobble closer to take a look
>Pinkie is definitely breathing. You realize to find this comforting to know.
>even if she's a crazy ass bitch she's awful cute doing it.
>You spot something wrapped around her rear leg. It resembles a remote.
>carefully and quietly you remove the remote and have a look at it.
 
>one button definitely resembles a lightning bolt
>another looks to be skull and crossbones
>and the last looks to be an unlocked padlock
>this most likely being the remote for the collar placed on your neck, you press unlocked padlock
Click!
>the collar slides off your neck and to the ground
>oh shit, freedom!
>picking up the collar you look back at the sleeping pink pony
>nobody has ever even given you as much attention as this pony
>You take a deep breath and exhale
>you dont know where the key for the door or the door itself is...
>But honestly you dont care
>You shake Pinkie awake
Wh- what? oh.. My head.
Oh hi Non-
>Shes interupted as you toss the remote and collar into the darkness.
Well I suppo-
>shes once again interupted scoop her up and lean into her face
>"I love you Pinkie."
>You scoop lock your mouth on top of hers into a passionate kiss
>Which is actually met with positive results from Pinkie
>You finish that kiss and sit down in front of Pinkie
I dont even-
>"What game would you like to play miss Pinkie?"
>She has a gleam in her eye now her confusion seems to have quickly dissipated
>Her menancing look, you understand that she truly loves you.
Well where were we then nonny?
>Pinkie plays with her kitchen knife as she walks towards you.
 
You will never be this loved