Blank Flank, the pony without a cutie mark, was running through the streets of Ponyville, scared silly by something that was chasing him. Again and again, he would look up over his shoulder. Finally, a menacing shadow descended upon him, and as he screamed with a high-pinched voice, he was lifted up into the air.
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Blank Flank was flung into a nearby building, shattering a window.
When he got up and looked around, he saw that he had landed in somepony’s bedroom.
And judging by the color choices...
“Hi!!”
Of course. It was Pinkie Pie’s bedroom, on top of Sugar Cube Corner.
She was in her bed, only her head and her front legs sticking out from under the blanket, but she wasn’t alone. In fact, most of the space in her bed was taken by a large, brown stallion with a yellow mane. He was slowly chewing on a candy cane, and overall, he looked quite relaxed and pleased with himself.
“How nice of you to visit, Flankie! How are you doing?”
“I... well...”
“Uh! Blank Flank. This fine gentlecolt is Mr. Banana Cake, the nephew of Mr. or Ms. Cake!”
“Nice to meet you...”
The two colts were shaking hooves. Blank Flank’s sudden appearance in the bedroom didn’t seem to startle the muscular and stoic colt in the slightest.
“You know, Flankie, his parents called him ‘Banana Cake’ long before he hit puberty, well, DUH, but I tell you, that was one lucky guess if there ever was one!”
Blank Flank's face turned red, fully realizing for the first time what he had stumbled into. “Uh, that’s... nice.”
“Sooo, Flankie, what brings you to this questionable corner of town? Is it normal for you to enter through the windows?”
“I... ahem... It was sortof an accident... I better get going.”
“An accident that sends you flying through the air? I wanna have an accident like that!”
Before Blank Flank could come up with a reply, three big pegasus stallions appeared in the broken window.
“There you are, dork-ball. We’re not done playing yet. Get out here!”
The leader of the colts reached through the window to grab Blank Flank by his hind hooves.
“Uh!”, Pinkie said, “Are you playing a game?! I love games! Can I play?”
The pegasus had entered the room. He had squished Blank Flank into a fleshy sphere and started dribbling him as if he were a basket ball.
“It’s called DORK-BALL. And it’s all about PAIN!”
“Awww... I don’t think my friend Flankie is all that fond of pain. Maybe you should just leave him alone?”
“Stay out of this, Missy.”
“Oh yeah? As soon as you stay out of my bedroom, you jerk!”
Mr. Banana Cake was about to leave the bed, his expression suggesting that he planned on beating the pegasus to a pulp for offending the lady, but Pinkie was just shaking her head, holding him back. She would deal with this Pinkie Pie-style.
The pink earth pony climbed out of the bed, stomping towards the intruder.
“Well, what are you waiting for, PUNK? Out, I said!”
She grabbed Blank Flank’s tail and pulled him away from the pegasus.
The big colt grinned and pulled his victim back to his side.
“Well, well, well... What do you know. So it would seem the sickly loser here needs a little filly to protect him... Who are you to give me orders, you little pink fluffball?”
He turned around to invite his two friends.
“Hey, holeasses! Get in here. I came up with a new game: FLUFFBALL.”
He was licking his lips.
“Though I’m sure you are already quite familiar with THAT game, you filthy pink whorse... Well this is what you get for letting every dork into your bedroom...”
Pinkie was counting to three in her head.
“WHAT did you just call her?”
The angry grunt from beneath his hooves made the pegasus jump. Blank Flank’s eyes were red with anger.
“WHAT did you just call her?!”
"You see, it was kind of a play with words, combining the word "horse" and..."
In one swift move, Blank Flank darted up and flung the bully out of the window- and himself with him.
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A few hours later, Pinkie Pie found the mangled remains of Blank Flank somewhere in a ditch.
“Hi! How are you doing?”
“...It feels exactly the way it looks like...”
“Were did the jerks go?”
“...Back home, I guess. They got tired and bored when I was hurt too much to scream...”
“So... why did you decide to finally stand up to them?”
Blank Flank’s twisted face managed to produce a smile.