Title:           A Little Too Much Pie: Finale
Author:          minion_of_Lulu
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First Edit:      Saturday 11th of May 2013 07:20:57 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Saturday 11th of May 2013 07:20:57 PM CDT

>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.
 
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