One Fateful Evening (Part I)
The unicorn felt a little sproing in between his legs as the moon burst out of the horizon. It had happened like clockwork at Sugarcube Corner ever since Mr.Cake-- in his "infinite wisdom" that Mr.Cake always praised-- decided to keep those gigantic windows open. That night, the unicorn quickly turned around and moved his body over to the kitchen counter. He glanced about nervously. Oh, thank goodness! Nopony in sight! His colthood was nice and hidden, anyways. He took a sigh of relief.
"Oh, vanilla! Yoo-hoo, where are you vanilla?" called out a familar squeaky voice. The unicorn jolted forward. A loud pitter-patter sounded out from the room next door. Pinkie Pie's smacked against the high shelves as she bounced along to reach up. The unicorn tensed up. He curled his head over. Even though she looked totally engrossed in this last set of orders, he didn't want to take any chances.
"Come on, seriously," he muttered. The throbbing wouldn't go down. If anything, trying to fight it pulsed it up even harder. The unicorn tried to think about something, anything, except that dark, sexy alicorn flying somewhere above Ponyville. He stared down at the pile of scones below him, but the sparkles of Princess Luna's glorious night shone out along the side of his head.
He instinctively scraped. That first flash of moonlight shone against his skin, and he felt Luna's magical imprint sparkling across his body from the tips of his frizzy pink mane and down into those deep bite marks on his neck. Those were complements of Nightmare Moon during their first time. It would have been his last time as well if she hadn't turned back into Luna a few hours later.
The unciron moved over twoards the skin. The turned on the water and then tried to splash it down towards his crotch. He panted. It didn't matter that Rarity's sash covered the bites up. He felt Princess Luna practically right beside him. And, of course, he was totally naked from the midriff down. Why! WHY did I wait yet ANOTHER flipping day to pick up my 'casual day wear' order from her!
The unicorn almost slammed his head into the sink for a second. He stopped. Idea! He pictured himself trotting behind Big Mac. He pictured himself sucking in Mac's horrible apple and wood spiked musk, burying his hooves in the dust soaked hay, and then pressing up hard against Mac's huge, sweaty tailhole.
Success! The erection died. The unicorn took another sigh of relief, and he leaned back away from the counter. Well then, I just need to get that last order...
A pink blur suddenly appeared in between his legs. "Whatcha doing Strawberry!" Pinkie yelled. The unicorn tumbled onto the side table, panting. Pinkie then reached backwards and traced her hooves along the edge of the counter where his colthood had rubbed up alongside. Her wide eyes locked against Strawberry's face.
"Nothing..." he muttered. The cheerful mare stepped off of the counter, twirled around, and then kicked the plate of scones onto her back. She made a huge smile.
"Well that sounds boring!" Pinkie called out. She rubbed her hooves against the tile to build some speed. She then flew out the side door. Strawberry's eyes trailed her as she went off to Pokey Pierce's place. He scratched the side of his head. Well, if you're getting that... does that mean we're all done?
"Yes, we are," Pinkie said. She then rolled out from underneath the table.
"Good," he blankly replied. Pinkie seemed her normal, random self. Yet something looked very, very wrong. He shifted back besides the skin.
Pinkie hopped around the whole kitchen-- sliding drawers shut and closing the windows and putting every last utensil away-- but she kept her eyes right on Strawberry's face. That's just... weird. He glanced back over to the corridors. Where the heck is Pitter Patter? Where's Tommy? Where's Mrs.Cake? Where's everypony else? Did they all leave home early or something?
Strawberry could barely make eye contact with Pinkie. She had locked her face in this goon-like expression. Her eyes stretched into horrible huge ovals with pulsing big pupils as if she had eaten two security cameras. Strawberry shook his head nervously. He then picked up a spray bottle and a rag.
A pink blur suddenly appeared on top of his shoulders. "Oh, no silly. I'll clean. You need to preserve your stamina," Pinkie said. She made a little giggle.
Stamina? Stamina! He wanted to ask her so many questions, but he couldn't even think where to begin. The whole place should be hustling and bustling right now as we close up. It's just... dead silence. He pictured his stuff in his locker and how close his apartment was.
Pinkie jumped over to Strawberry's side. She held her hooves just inches away from him-- barely avoiding touching him. Her eyes opened up even wider. "Oh, don't worry, they all left early for a wide variety of separate errands. All of which are totally unrelated to each other," she said.
Pinkie then hurled herself towards the closet. She turned around to put back the spray and rag. Strawberry trotted out of the kitchen. He shuts the door behind him. He skated over to the employee office. He flung open the door and then traced his hoof along the pile of locker after locker. Buck it... which one is it? He could never remember things well under pressure.
The side exit door seemed to gleam at him. "No, I'll just go," he muttered. He stepped off to the right. One of the locker doors below him suddenly swung open.
Strawberry crashed down against the floor. He immediately spun from his back over to his front. A familar pink tuft poked out of the now open locker.
"What? Strawberry, you leaving so soon?" Pinkie said. She curled herself out of the locker. She then plopped onto the middle of the floor.
"Yeah, I... uh..." he eked out. Pinkie's goon-face melted into something else-- something like a piece in Rarity's abstract art collection. "I was going to meet... Fluttershy for the preparation of the... bunny auction..." Neither quick thinking nor excuses were his strong suit.
"But Fluttershy is spending tonight with her visiting cousin," Pinkie said. She then wiggled her hooves behind herself, and she pushed a little closer to him.
"And also Twilight was--"
"But Twilight is at the Canterlot Atlas Foundation's 'Third Annual Conference on Adapted Expectations Forecasting'..." She pushed closer.
"And Apple Bloom and I--"
"But Apple Bloom is currently stuck plot up, face down in those maple trees over there from trying for her hot air ballooning cutie mark..." She pushed even closer.
"And... and..." Strawberry stammered, "Rarity wanted--"
"She's picking up her calamine lotion and penicillin..."
Strawberry winced.
"Well, they're called 'condoms'... And anyways..." Pinkie had moved herself just inches from his body. "I think you're just being silly, silly." She clapped her hooves together and smiled.
"Well, if you excuse me," Strawberry began. He popped up, and then he spotted a tiny greenish-brown cupcake inside of his emptied out locker. Hey, where's my stuff! You straggly pink dipstick!
"I made it for you!" Pinkie squealed. She kicked the back of his shoulders as she sat atop his head. "Now! It's time!" Strawberry span around and wiggled his top hooves together as he tried to get her off of him.
"Stop it!" Strawberry yelled.
"In comes the Choo-Choo," she cooed. She rubbed the back of his temple in some weird way. His mouth reflexively opened. "INTO THE TUNNEL." She forced the cupcake down his throat, wrapper and all.
Strawberry wanted to spit it out. He wanted to scream. Yet he immediately felt this tingling all down his throat and then down into his stomach. The tingling went down across his whole body. He blinked. A flurry of dark spots flashed across the sides of his eyes, and he could barely see. All of his senses just felt so... fuzzy.
"Timbeeeeeerrrrrr!" Pinkie called out. Strawberry sensed that he had collapsed onto the ground. The last thing he remembered was that pink mare leaning over him, grinning ear with ear with those horribly huge eyes.
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*Tap*
He shivered at the noise.
*Tap, tap*
He shifted over. He suddenly breathed in. He heard his own heartbeat, his own beating, and that awful tapping sound. He searched inside his mind for the feeling of his hooves. He couldn't sense a thing. He tried to blink. He couldn't see anything. He couldn't even feel his eyes.
"No..." he moaned. Well, at least I'm... alive? I guess? What the heck is this? A prank?
The tapping went on. Strawberry jerked himself over to the right. He then shifted over to the left. He noticed something moving, but he still didn't feel his body... not anymore. Whatever was left of his mind just focused on the awful tapping.
"Oh, goodness," Pinkie's voice said from somewhere. The sound appeared to come in all directions. "I used way too much. Let me give you a stimulant."
He winced at a sudden pain from the edge of his neck. He wiggled his head. He blinked, and he suddenly saw out. He couldn't see anything except darkness, but he could see. A shock went on from the tip of his bottom hoof. He jiggled. He felt a slight pain as well as a loud clang. The tapping noise went on. He concentrated, and then he held himself still. The tapping finished.
"What, still? Oh, and sorry about the restraint." He heard some kind of greasy metal pole rubbing against something. The tapping that he had made suddenly stopped. "Hmm... Oh, how silly of me! I gave you the wrong dose! Let me triple that right now!" Another pain erupted from his neck.
"AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Strawberry screamed. He jumped up, and he shook every last inch of his body around.
"Glad to have you up and running again, Strawberry," Pinkie said somewhere behind him. Strawberry panted hard. He threw his head around in all directions.
His eyes ran across the dusty wooden ceiling with ancient looking boards dripping some ugly black fluid down the walls. Piles of old wooden and metal devices littered across the walls. He couldn't make out anything specifically, but he felt a chill at how dank and rusty it all looked.
His eyes ran along the paw-sized and hoof-sized chips in the dark grey wall-paint. Somepony had scraped against those walls in vain for a really, really long time. His eyes moved down to the dried red splatters every few feet along the bottom of the walls and on the floor.
Blood? He stared against the floor in front of him. His eyes bulged at every last pony-sized indentations in the hard concrete. Goodness knows what kind of force it took to... He tried to look around his body. His bottom hooves were locked tightly in metal cuffs. His front hooves felt some kind of weird cloth and rubber rubbing across them. He closed his eyes tightly.
"This is a dream. A dream. A dream. I'm at home. A dream. Please," he chanted. He tried not to cry. He then opened his eyes again.
Pinkie jumped right onto the floor besides him. She leaned over, and then she swooshed her mane over her face. Strawberry stared straight at her. The mare's goon-face had dissapeared. Her eyes had narrowed, and her smile had curled back deviously. She just oozed pure confidence from every inch of her face.
"Are you... you gonna..." Strawberry moaned. His eyes traced down her shoulder onto the ground underneath her. He stared at white tray. He focused his eyes and saw one horrible jagged instrument dripping with blood after another... all mixed in with some cup measures, whisks, spoons, beaters, and forks. "Make.. me... into..." He started to cry.
"Oh, that!" Pinkie squealed, glancing beneath her for a second. She then kicked the tray far along the ground behind her. "Oh, no, you silly!" She picked herself up onto the board of restrains that held Strawberry. "We're not making cupcakes today."
"We're... We're..."
Pinkie rubbed her mane and tail off of her body, and she raised her bottom left hoof onto Strawberry. Her face contorted into the craziest expression that Strawberry had ever seen. The unicorn's jittering head-- nervousness pouring out from every inch of it-- leaned down. His eyes grew wide. Pinkie panted. The globs of sticky wetness dripped from out beneath the pink mare's legs.
"We're not making cupcakes."
Strawberry gulped.
"We're making babies."