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“Hey Pinkie, time to baby-sit!” Mr. Cake called out to the 2nd floor of sugar cube
corner. It was Tuesday. The day Pinkie had agreed to take care of the 2 infant foals, and
let the Cakes go out on a date.
“Be right there!” she shouted back trying to catch Poundcake, who was flying
away from her.” Its bottle time! Oh, what’s the point.” she said in defeat as she sat on her
rump and looked down at the floor. Its been a week since her first babysitting job with the
twins and she hasn’t fully tamed them yet. But they have been cooperating a lot better
since then, except obviously, not now.
“uhhh, Pinkie… is everything alright up there?” Shouted back Mr. Cake with a hint
of nervousness in his voice.
Pinkie came walking down the stairs with her head low, and her hopes even lower.
Mr. Cake gave her a surprised look before asking what was wrong. She sighed and
handed him the baby bottle which was for Poundcake. She walked over to the couch and
laid down with her hooves over her eyes. “ Pinkie?” he siad with distress.
“I’m fine Mr. Cake. I just need a nappy wappy, *yawn*.” she smacked her lips
before closing her eyes and drifting to sleep.
Mr. Cake was confused for Pinkie was never tired! He walked over to Pinkies lain
body to see if she was actually sleeping, or just playing one of her usual jokes. When he
got there he knew she was sound asleep, she would be smiling if she were playing around.
How strange.. He tapped her shoulder with his hoof lightly, as to wake her up soundly.
“ Huh. Oh, sorry. I guess I stayed up too late last night with Twi. We read book,
after book, after book, after book…”
“uh, uh, Yeah, I get it. Well, are you sure you can baby sit our little ginger snaps?”
he said with a face that showed complete nervousness. He quickly remembered how the
last time he left Pinkie there with them, she had been very responsible. The worried look
soon transformed into a confident one.
“No Problemo!” she said with an instant smile on her face. “ But first I need to
tickle my pickle…” she squeaked, realizing what she had just said. Mr. Cake just gave her
a an odd look. Everypony knew not to question Pinkies randomness.
If only he knew what books I was reading last night!She quickly dashed off for the bathroom.
She anxiously turned around to look at her guardians face as to make sure he didn’t know what she was
talking about, then quickly slammed the door shut.
“ Ummm, well, me and Mrs. Cake will be out for a while, we’ll probably be here
tomorrow morning. But since we know how responsible you are, we trust you can do
“oki doki loki!” She said really fast through the closed door.
“Well, she’s waiting outside for me, so I have to go now. Have fun and take care
of our little Cakie Wakies!” he said, finishing with a baby voice to his children who were
now down stairs doing what they do best. Chewing, and pounding. He kissed them each
on the forehead, gave his goodbyes along with Mrs. Cake who just walked in, and then
Once the door closed the tiny siblings turned from sweet, innocent, angels, to
crying, screaming, hormonal little demons! The little magical hormones that were in
Pumpkin Cake were starting to show as she was levitating objects around the room in
circles. Pound Cakes was smashing the popsicle stick house he and Pinkie had made a few
days ago. Both were still not used to their parents being gone, and Pinkie was also not
used to being completely responsible.
In the bathroom, Pinkie was looking at herself in the mirror, making goofy faces,
when she should be outside trying to calm the babies. But these weren’t the usual faces
she makes. These ones were more of a seductive type than a funny type. She was changing
facial expressions every second, and each one would be as equally sexy as the last one.
She stopped randomly to peek out the keyhole to see the babies. They were still throwing
their monstrous temper tantrum out there. Anyways, she went back to the mirror to
continue. She usually loved making faces to the babies, in fact, that’s what could’ve
calmed them down right now, but she could not show them this profile. But she wanted to
do it so badly, and being home alone with only a few babies was the perfect time to do it.
She started rubbing her coat. she used her left hoof to rub the sides of her neck up
and down, and used her right to stroke her top chest. She closed her eyes and leaned her
head back to face the ceiling, breathing a little harder than before. She continued what she
was doing but opened one eye to lean towards the keyhole again. The 2 babies were
calming down now, still crying, but not being destructive at least. Satisfied with their
status, she resumed feeling herself with an intensity in her hooves. She brought her left
hoof down to her chest now to start rubbing in circles on the left half, while her right hoof
was rubbing circles on the right half. She was doing exactly what the ponies in Twilights
book did.Humph! I want to read more!She scarcely remembered what happened next
since she wasn’t much of a reader, and got to the good parts of the story.
She brought her right hoof down to her haunches. She was planning on slowly
spreading them apart and rubbing them, but she wanted to go to the part where Twilight
blushed when reading aloud to her. Pinkie shoved her hoof right into her unprepared, dry
pussy of hers. She skipped the whole clit rubbing and lip massaging and went straight for
penetration. She was so tight at the moment that she wasn’t even ready to slide her hoof in
and out, all she could do was dig deeper and deeper into her dark passage.
She was giving slight whimpers, as she inched deeper, vaginal lining squeezing her
foreleg. Once she felt deep enough she started pulling out. This time faster. She pushed it
back in, not as fast as pulling it out, but much faster than when she first invaded herself.
She started getting a rhythm down after a few slides and began moaning quietly.
“When I was a naughty filly and the Cakes were going out…
I used that time alone to do something I read about…
I ran into the bathroom, to do what I saw…
But Twi said that wasn’t the way, well who listens to her at all…
I’m gonna buck me, until I start to cry…
I’ll see that I can have fun just like the mares who love their rear!”
She was singing this in a low voice so that the babies couldn’t repeat it. She didn’t
want them to know these dirty things. But she had no problem exposing herself to them,
even though Twilight said nopony, no matter how old, should read, say, do, or even think
about the things in those types of books. But that didn’t matter anymore. She was singing
faster and faster, while her sliding had been going faster and faster! She was penetrating
herself vigorously to the point where she was squirming everywhere. She even started
kicking her legs, and arching her back against the toilet she was now sitting on. She kept
going, harder, faster, stronger! She kept going and going, her biceps in her foreleg were
getting very tense, her vulva becoming very red and raw. Her face was scrunched up with
a bubble in her cheeks, trying to hold in her breath until the best part came. She knew it
would be soon, the book said so. Harder, Faster, Stronger. HARDER, FASTER,
STRONGER.HARDER! FASTER! STRONGER!!
“ ahhhhhhhhhh!” she wailed at the top of her lungs as fluid started gushing out of
her blazing red pussy. She yanked her hoof out of the now loose passage to let it cool
down. Feeling is a lot better than reading…
5:38 P.M. Pinkie was filling the bottles with milk for their dinner. She felt
complete for the day, all she had to do was pleasure herself to get rid of the stress. New
and rejuvenated she went to the dining room to find the little foals playing normal. She
handed each one of them a bottle and let them drink away.
Maybe once isn't enough? She shook her head after she realized what she was
thinking. Once is enough. I need to be responsible. After thinking that she heard Pumpkin
Cake coughing. “oh, no!” she forgot to burp the baby. Not only did she forget to burp
her, but she forgot how to burp her! She picked up Pumpkin and was walking in circles.
“what do I do, what do I do?!” She laid the baby down on her back and started repeatingly
beating her tummy. This only made matters worse for she started crying louder, until she
couldn’t scream any longer. All that came up next was green, chunky puke which sprayed
out all over Pinkies face. “ EWW!” This only made Pinkie punch harder on the foals belly,
which only made the puke spurt out further, which in turn made her punch harder.
This process continued until she started hearing Poundcake crying. She stopped to
look at him. But he wasn’t just crying over needing to burp. She found him doing
something she would never expect. He was pounding on his ball sack full force. Every
thrust would make more blood squirt out the holes that formed during the self beating.
Pinkie quickly grabbed his arm to make him stop, but all this led to was him pounding her
face, with his free hoof. Then he went back to obliterating his scrotum.
All through this, Pumpkin started crawling with what energy she had left to
Poundcake. She, of course, started chewing. Its what she chewed that’s the problem. One
of the holes in his sack was big enough for her to stick her hoof in, and grab the testicle
itself. She kept yanking it until the cord snapped. Poundcake, not feeling the bit of
pleasure he thought he would get, started pounding even harder on himself determined to
feel as good as he saw Pinkie earlier that day. Pumpkin, getting over the earlier beating,
was enjoying the small, ovalish, salty testicle. She even bit down harder at times so that it
could squirt undeveloped semen in her mouth.
Pinkie sat up, and got her senses back. She looked at the 2 hurting each other. She
quickly took out the testicle out Pumpkins mouth and put it to the side, and to stop
Poundcake, she grabbed both of his front hooves to pin him down. “STOP! Okay? Just
calm down.” she slowly let go. To her surprise he did stop. “ Now stay here.”
The next thing he saw was a pink blur, and then Pinkie appeared with a stapler. How she
did it that fast, only Celestia knows. Back to the story, she grabbed his decapitated testicle
from the floor and squeezed it back in the ripped scrotum. Every time she pushed more
blood would trickle out the other small holes that speckled the sack. She was finally able
to get in there, except at a price. His teste was placed sideways and only made it more
painful for him.
She started sweating,” So this is how it feels to be a surgeon.” Once it was in she
picked up the stapler with slow, and precisely. She closed one of her eyes as to judge the
perfect angle and distance to perform her next move. She raised the bottomless stapler to
swing down and attach both sides of his ripped sack together. It was for keeping his free
teste inside, and that’s exactly what it did, but it also stapled his small lump of skin to the
floor beneath him.
“WAHHHH! WAAAAHHH!WAH, WAH, WAHHHHH!” the crying would not
stop. Pinkie didn’t know what to do, and unknowingly of the physics of how a staple
works, she picked up Poundcake only to lift him up a few inches.
“Are you glued to the ground or what silly?” She said before using all of her force
to rip him off the floor. “ That’s more like it… what’s that?” she looked down to the
ground where he was just laying at, and saw a huge flap of skin stapled to the ground,
along with a small white object that Pumpkin eventually came to start chewing again.
“uh, oh.” she picked up Poundcake above her head to check something.” Just as I
thought…” He had no scrotum now. All he had was a red and black void right under his
tiny ding-a-ling, along with one teste still being held by its cord that went up the void.
“Okay, just fly there. Don’t sit down!” she was now extremely worried and tried
her best to pull out the scrotum from the ground. All she did though was create more tiny
rips through it. Tears started forming in her eyes, because she was clueless on what to do,
she needed help with these two. She stood up and walked to the door only to get smacked
in the back of the head.
Half unconscious, she was able to see Poundcake on top of her belly staring down
at her with a devilish grin. She blacked out.
The light was creeping in through her eyes, but it was still blurry. She could make
out Pumpkin laying on her chest… chewing on a sphere of some kind… an eyeball! It was
connected to the nerve still, she followed its direction. It led up her chest and further. She
reached a tired, limp hoof up to feel a hole with a string pulled out where her left eye used
to be. “ eye cant see…hehe.” she said with a weak, hoarse voice,” get it.” she started
coughing hard. Her lungs burned with every push, and blood that puddled in her throat
came out with the mucus. In fact she coughed so hard that Pumpkin fell off with the
eyeball still in mouth. Pinkie’s brain felt like it was just tugged, well, it was. This was
worse than any headache she ever felt.
At least this woke her brain up so she can feel what else they did to her
unconscious body. Actually, that did more bad than good, but she couldn’t help that. If
she could just forget this ever happened and die, she would. But she cant.
She looked at the clock on the ceiling to see how long this pain would last.
8:03 P.M., it was still so early! She was going to have to go through the whole night like
this. “ Poundcake… your in big…*coughing*… trouble.” she tried to pick herself up only
to feel a numbing pain in between her legs. “ow!” she bent her back to look down at her
pleasure spot. It didn’t look pleasurable at all.
Her labia was painted black and blue with bruises. Poundcake must have done this.
But that was it thankfully. She got up again. She winced once she picked up her hind legs,
but once she stood completely up she was able to block out the pain. “Pumpkin. Huh…
Where did Poundcake go?” Pumpkincake bit down on the eyeball. “ Oki dok…” she
didn’t have the energy to finish. She just walked. She didn’t go over to the door like she
knew she should, no, she went upstairs to find Poundcake.
“Hello?” she went up the stairs to find the little rascal, at least that’s what she
thought of him.He deserves a spanking. Only spanking? Well, Pinkie thought they didn’t
know any better. Well, she found him.
He hung upside down from his room. He got up there by flying, but how is he still
up there without flapping his wings. Oh, that’s how. His body was dangling from his 2
inch, soft, yet stretched penis. His head was nailed to the ceiling and there was a hammer
on the floor. “oh my! Poundcake, why would you do that?” she walked over to him and
pulled him down. His head stopped at the nub on the nail, but that didn’t stop her from
pulling. She was able to pull hard enough to pull out the nail along with the foal with a
disguise of cuteness. She held him in her forelegs and rocked his sleeping body back and
forth. “ your so cute… and red, oh wait, that’s just me.” Her right eye was starting to tear
up with blood. The irises themselves were black with dried, internal blood.
She laid the still impaled baby into his crib and headed back downstairs to get
Pumpkin. This night will probably change every one of her friends profiles of her. But she
figured when its all said and done, they would all be laughing at it. She liked laughing.
“Hahahaha. This is funny, really funny! Hahahhahahaha!” she started laughing maniacally
as her usually cute, puffy air went down to straight, intimidating locks of insanity.
She walked back down to get Pumpkin and have some fun with her. She picked up
some scissors on her way down.
12:52 A.M. Pinkie had spent hours staring at the 2 fillies in their cribs. Earlier she
had took Pumpkin to her room without doing anything harmful. She had to think about
her next actions, not determining if what she is about to do is right or wrong. But to figure
out how she could get the most fun out of them. She replayed the same images in her head
over and over again. Each time no different than the last. When was she going to start.
Not even Celestia could tell, let alone help this demented pony. Pumpkin started to cry a
bit, something all young foals do at night. It was time…
Pumpkin kept making little whimpers and opened her eyes to see a pink pony with
a snake tooth grin worse than Discord, who literally had a snake tooth. Seeing this made
what it would make any pony do…cry. Pinkie slammed her hoof on her body so that she
couldn’t move. Pinkie knew she was good with magic so to make sure she didn’t do
anything funny, she spread the scissors open and detached the still fragile horn. She threw
it to the side for later. For now, she wanted to use the scissors a lot more.
Pumpkin’s crying at night always waked up the neighbors, but this wasn’t your
average crying. But the way Pumpkin was screaming, you would’ve swore she was being
tortured… well she was. Pinkie already knowing what to do grabbed the sleeping
Poundcake and used the nail that was still pierced through his head to stab it through both
her lips. His head was running up her left nostril. Pumpkin now could only breathe
through one nostril. It didn’t help that she was a baby and had tons of mucus stored inside.
Pinkie, satisfied with how things are working so far goes to the next step in her
premeditated homicide. She opened the scissors so that she can fit only one blade up
Pumpkins extremely tight vagina. She shoved the 4 inch blade really fast so that the lining
would get cut and bleed. But she didn’t need a blade to make her bleed. She obviously
was a virgin and still had a cherry to pop, or for Pinkie, to stab repeatedly. Pinkie slid it in
and out faster and faster with each second. The baby couldn’t help but squirm in place
while Pinkie got off at doing this. In fact, Pinkie wished she didn’t nail her mouth shut so
she can hear the babies screaming.
“Now for step 2!” She said in a voice that was from a demon itself. She used the
2nd blade of the scissors to anally penetrate her, and now instead of sliding she was going
to cut through the prostate. This would be very easy since her bones were still made of
cartilage. It took all but a few snips to connect her rectum and uterus. Pinkie shoved her
hoof in to pull out one of her ovaries. The thing was so tiny, but it will have to do. “Chew
on this you little buck face!”
She slid her lips through the nail so that they can slightly part, and shoved her
ovary in her mouth. She closed it and forced chewed her. The moving of the jaw caused
the sleeping Poundcake to arise. “Right on cue.”
Knock. Knock. Knock. What the buck!! This was not in her plan. Who could’ve
been knocking at this time. Pinkie’s evil face turned grew a nervous profile. She galloped
down to answer. She had to act normal. My eye! Pinkie went to her chest full of nightmare
night costumes to put on an eye patch from a past pirate costume. It was Pinkie. No one
would be suspicious.
Knock. Knock. Knock. “ I’m coming!” she shouted washing the blood off of her
hooves. She had made sure she stapled Poundcakes lips and wings together before she left
so that they couldn’t give her away. She breathed in her hoof to smell her breath. Smells
like crap… literally. She took a peppermint. She looked at the door. She shook her head
to get her head in the game and stay cool. She opened the door.
“Noponys here!” she slammed the door shut.
“Pinkie. Its me twilight! Can you open the door?”
“umm.” Pinkie sat there for about 2 minutes thinking of a plan.
“Uhh, hello?” Twilight had a hint of nervousness in her voice.Pinkie likey.
“Come on in Twi.” she said opening the door and lifted her foreleg and motioned
inside. Twilight, completely oblivious to Pinkies insanity walked in worry free.
“I’m sorry I came so late, but I had a lot to study today, and I know you think
you’re responsible, but I just came to make sure.”
Pinkie twitched at the word ‘responsible’.” You still don’t think I’m responsible?”
“No, its not that. I just came to see how good you were at responsibility! If that
makes sense to you.”
“Now you’re saying I’m dumb!”
Twilight face hoofed,” no Pinkie, just… can I see the babies.”
Pinkie grew a mischievous smile, “ Well who wouldn’t love to see those little
angels. Lets go upstairs. Wait…I need to get something from the freezer.”
“umm, okay, I’ll be waiting upstairs. Oh yeah…about those books last night…”
“Say no more. Say no more. You’re Auntie Pinkie Pie’s got it covered.”
Twilight started blushing and slowly walked up the steps, bouncing her rump left
to right, imitating what she had read in those stories. Once Twilight got up the stairs
where Pinkie wouldn’t see her, she stopped her strutting. Its actually very uncomfortable.
She made her way past Pinkies room, where she hopes some fun will happen. But she
needed to see the babies and how they were doing. She slowly slipped the door open
preparing to find 2 little sleeping angels. All she could see though, was a blanket with a
large, shaking lump. Twilights became afraid, and her heart started beating faster than any
metal band could play the drums. She lifted the cover with her magic to find the most
horrid thing she’s ever seen in her life. In any ponies life.
Twilights eyes could not stop staring at the twins mutilated, attached bodies. Her
jaw dropped as she slowly crept backwards still looking at them struggling to survive.
Pumpkin being in the worst condition since her only free nostril had mucus coming out in
bubbles. Twilight started to shed small tears and her breathing became faster. She walked
back faster, faster, faster, FASTER, FASTER, FASTER, FASTER , STOP!
She couldn’t scoot backwards any farther for she felt a stopping motion within her
anal cavity. The force was cold… sharp… dry… big. Twilight looked back to see Pinkie
holding something in her anus with one hoof, using the other one to shove a knife in her
spinal cord. Twilight became paralyzed, but still feeling everything that happened to her.
“How nice to have company over. Right, Alaskan Bull Worm!”
She pulled out the makeshift dildo out of Twilights anus and showed it to her face.
"Why yes! I love anal penetration!" said Pinkie using a manly voice, pupils
getting small and running towards the back of her head. “ Hey Twilight. Wanna know how
I made him?” no reply, “Well, since you want to know so much I’ll let you in on my
secret.” She went right to Twilights ear and whispered seductively in her ear. “ First I got
balloons. Something that makes everything fun, then I took a dump in it! HAHA! That
was fun too. Then I put in the freezer so it can harden, trust me, it doesn’t work if its not
frozen. Unless you want to eat it. Than its awesome! Twilight, can I eat your feces? Why
thank you, how kind.”
She pulled the knife out and flipped Twilight over. She took the knife and slit her
lower belly. The fresh, hot, tasty intestines were there just waiting to be played with.
Pinkie grabbed a random part of her small intestine and yanked it out with some tugging.
She used the knife to cut it and then pulled it out like it was some very long noodle. After
about 6 feet was pulled, she wrapped it around Twilights neck so that she could be choked
and penetrated at the same time.
How can this happen, you might ask? Well, Pinkie flipped her on her belly again,
other organs spilled out during the process. With the intestine that came out of the
opening, around the neck, and held by Pinkies hoof, she lifted it up, raising Twilights head
and closing her windpipe. Pinkie let some slack so that she could breath again. She wanted
her alive as long as possible. While maneuvering the intestine with one hoof, her other was
used to slowly dig Alaskan Bull Worm through her anus. The frozen piece of crap had a
lot of sharp edges on the side witch caused internal bleeding in her rectum. The sliding
became more vigorous after a few strokes, because her inner lining gave away more and
more until it was just a massive, blood gushing, abyss.
The dildo was able to go in and out easily, the blood as a natural lubricant, and
while that was happening Twilight was still getting periodically choked. Pinkie didn’t even
know if she was alive, but that didn’t matter. Dead, alive… as long as they had fun, its
worth it in the end.
3:28 A.M. Pinkie started to get bored after 15 minutes of raping Twilight and left
her on the floor bleeding out of her anus. She walked over to the twins which had cried
themselves to sleep. Well, Poundcake did, Pumpkincake laid dead under her brother,
having been suffocated from his tip and the nail that ran through it. Pinkie grabbed some
filled balloons that she had made earlier from her room and placed anal beads on the
“you’re going to like this one Poundcake, just remember… clinch hard!” she
shoved the string in 4 beads deep. There was enough helium in the balloons to float his
body. That’s exactly what she wanted to do. She slid his head off the nail which she
removed from Pumpkins lips. Pinkie grabbed the hammer from the ground and smashed
his bottom ribs. He started wailing at the blunt contact, Pinkie didn’t bother closing his
mouth. The whole town will eventually find out, might as well make it funny.
She was able to bend him forward enough with the broken ribs, so that she could
place his own dick in his mouth. That’s when she brought back the nail and closed his lips
around his shaft. She walked over to the nearest window and let him fly. The moon was at
its brightest, and if anypony were walking outside, they would’ve saw the most bizarre
silhouette ever. But Pinkie will just have to wait till morning before all her friends find out
and they can laugh at how silly this all was.
She walked towards Twilight and checked her pulse,” Still alive! I am so proud of
you Twi! If you weren’t paralyzed for the rest of your life, we could laugh all night, every
night, about this. Hahaha! Oh this is soooo funny!” she was speaking as if this was all a
game. She had no dark, sinister voice. Just her normal, happy go lucky, squeaky, Pinkie
voice. “ Remember what these are called?” said Pinkie rubbing her labia. “ Pussy lips!
What if you combined normal lips and pussy lips! They would be called normussy lips!”
“ Well, I hope you like it, because if you don’t, tell me now.”
She squeaked with a huge smile across her face. She grabbed the knife off the floor
and started skinning her pussy lips. “AHHHHHH!” she couldn’t help but scream, but she
loved it. The whole idea of what she’s doing just turns her on, and the pain makes it more
kinky. “OH MY GOOOOOOSH!” she starts skinning the other lip. “AHHHH, AHHHH,
AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHAAAAAAHHHHHAAAA!” The last scream, was the most
horrid, uncomfortable, most demonic, bloodcurdling screams Equestria has ever
Every house in Ponyville’s lights shined. The neighbors started walking toward
their house. Pinkie saw that out the window and decided to act fast. She grabbed her
pussy lips and placed them horribly, and impatiently on her real lips. She stapled the
bottom and top ones. “ See, this is normussy lips! HAHa…ha…haha…” her laughter
became less and less audible as she started to get sleepy.
“ Here twilight, remember me with this.” She handed over Alaskan Bull Worm to
Twilights paralyzed body. “I’m going to fly away. It will make more of a laugh if they try
to catch me. Just like those old cowpony movies. Huh.. I’ll miss you Twilight.” She went
over and kissed Twilight on the lips. Even though she was more than halfway dead, and in
no control of her bodily functions, you could still see her cheeks blushing through her
blood soaked, lavender coat. Pinkie grabbed a few balloons and decided to fly away just
She stepped out the window, threw her eye patch to the ground, cracked her neck,
and limbered up. With a step of her bottom hoof she was off. The balloons together wee
able to pick her up and float her away from her friends in Ponyville. She looked into the
horizon and saw the sun rising up. 5:12 A.M. Pinkie looked down to wave at Applejack
who was just starting to get up and buck apples.
This only led to her to get tied up in the strings. She started kicking and shaking
violently to get out, but it only made it worse. She would struggle. Struggle just like
Pumpkin, just like Poundcake, just like Twilight tried to. She was on the brink of death
now. She had given her victims unimaginable torture and now she was about to feel only a
fraction of what they went through. Her lungs were internally bleeding, her face was
turning purple, She tried to breathe in, but every time she tensed her neck muscles, it
would just make the string wrap tighter around her throat. The best part is, that the reason
she died so quickly, was because she was laughing. Her continuous laughter while being
choked in mid-air was what killed her, laughter. Her element of harmony. Balloons, her
Did everypony die the way they lived? Has anypony ever truly lived? Has anypony
ever truly died? Where do we go? What did we do before we lived here? Were our cutie
marks determined before birth?
These were the questions Twilight asked herself. It had been years since the
incident. But not being able to talk and move really limits what you can experience in life.
Her friends don’t even come over anymore. They still love her, but how can they love a
rag doll? How can they truly understand how it felt to be like this? They couldn’t know.
They shouldn’t know. Twilight should though, Pinkie was her lover. Even though they fell
for each other in one night after reading a book, and having an insane sex experience the
next, it was all worth it to Twilight. As long as its funny in the end, everything is alright.
Maybe she was the only pony, but on the inside, she is still laughing about that night, with
the Alaskan Bull Worm sitting on her lap…