There was a rape victim in the news. She had an abortion. That's standard in Equestria, they don't need more of his sort. They needn't have bothered though, the fetus was a Pegasus.
Anyway, I went through his stuff and saw that there wasn't actually any description of him in all of his works. Anyway, Princess Stella... Well, I guess it doesn't matter what name we use now that he's gone, so I'll call him Tell. He liked that one best I think and it's still part of his name.
Tell was a normal sized Pony with a black coat and a dull brown mane. He had beautiful Black wings, which, when spread, gave the image of a protector. His horn was slightly spiraled and slightly blunt. He didn't file it at all, because that could lead to more magic unintentionally leaking out, but it was better slightly blunt, giving it a natural, ripped but still gentle feel. His mane was slack. It was really much hair, he didn't cut it either, but it had next to no volume. He had a toned physique, which you only really noticed when you touched him. He wasn't as strong as an Earth Pony, I mean even I could push him around if I used my Magic like he taught me, but he had muscles. He trained them to use them without magic. Also he had warm brown eyes and a deep dreamy voice.
This chapter is the account of his first day in Ponyville, where that Monster first got it's claws into him.
Ponyville Day one, Part one:
My week in Ponyville was... Eventful? Not really. but... Humiliating? But No. Even so the ponies of Ponyville have shown me nothing but kindness and... Compassion! Yes compassion, that's the nice word, eh kind of pity. I will not edit these lines, because that would be dishonest. I should start with a bit more Magical Theory.
I'm a bit sensitive to Magic. Having next to none of my own, foreign Magic easily penetrates my skin, even if it isn't meant to. My own Magic is mostly centered around my brain. The Magic of normal ponies displaces any foreign Magic unless it's directed at them by a more powerful caster than them. For me it mostly means I'm uncomfortable with most physical contact. The Magic finds magically dead pony flesh and tries to animate it, taking it away from me. It's not mine, it's intrusive, it's practically Rape. BUT! I do my best NOT to resent Ponies who hug me. AND I always assume the best of intentions. Also I need to BAN that word from my vocabulary.
Anyway entering Ponyville was like stepping into a waterfall of hugs. That is not like you would feel a hug but how a hug feels to me. There was so much Magic floating around Ponyville. I have no idea how that village hasn't turned into some kind of Magioactive Wasteland. And I would have to stay there! As soon as the misery of that statement hit me it caused some kind of... ripple and a second later all this Magic started to focus upon me. "Oh Shit!" I thought. "That all belonged to ONE PONY!" And it was coming for me!
"Hi! I'm Pinkie Pie!" She suddenly teleported right in front of me, coalescing from under the train. "What's your name?" Honesty. "Princess Stella, but I'm a stallion and you can call me Prince or Tel." "Ohhh, you're a Princess?" She asked, eying my wings, my horn and my hooves, looking confused. "No, that's just my name..." I started but she cut me off by breaking into song:
"You're a Princess and a guy that's strange
and you're a grumpy stranger!
I'd rather you were a friend that's fun,
so come and eat a pie with me!"
She asked me out?
Suddenly the oppressive wash that feels so inappropriate seemed to me... intimate?
It was the same, but now it came from a Mare whose complete attention was focused upon me. Who just asked me out. Who was practically made out of Magic.
I sat down. Do opposites really attract?
And what do I say to this in hindsight really hot mare, who also radiated health and fertility?
"That didn't rhyme."
But she only seemed to become even Happier when I said that. "Sorry, but I only had eight seconds to come up with it. I sing a Song for ALL my friends when I first meet them!" It was like she was touching me EVERYWHERE. "Well not everyone, but lately everyone, ever since that really cool Party last year it's so much easier to sing random songs out of nowhere, especially with other Ponies!" Here her Magic ebbed away a bit. "But when I sang one for my newest friend who isn't a Pony it was a bit harder. He was Cranky and so grumpy and didn't smile and that made me so sad, but in the end I made him smile and everything went back to normal." Her Magic surged around me and I somehow thought of pink fireworks exploding. "And I sang a real Song for him, with real rhymes, but he wanted to be left alone, well nearly alone, but he was happy and smiled and that's important, because everypony is my friend and I love to see my friends SMILE!" With these words her Magic settled back into an endless torrent pouring out of her, bending the laws of physics and GEOMETRY to her will. "But when I first saw you you were so grumpy and you were kind of not like a pony but a pony at the same time. But now you are happy again! Why though?" Also my brain caught up with my crotch. "I came for you!" Nearly. "That is, the Elements. I came here to meet and study the Elements of Harmony." And finally it caught up with what she said. "Wait, EVERYPONY? And your special talent is making ponies smile? And you have the Element of Laughter? No wonder you are Magic Incarnate! You have enough Mana for a thousand Celestias! It's pouring out of you, raping everything from Physics to me just now!" Only then she noticed the wet spot under me.
OH SHIT.
The Magic became unstable, fluttered. It's Source remained strong but it's Will began rejecting it. Pinkies hair began to inflate like a balloon as her Magic's outlet had been blocked. POP! And then the Magic took my analogy and ran with it, as her hair literally deflated as if one had poked a hole into it. It took on the same shape as mine, a sign of severe Magic withdrawal.
I trashed the Element of Laughter.
She offered me only friendship, made me c... and I sentenced her to death.
"NO! NO, IT'S OKAY! I thought you were hitting on me and then I kinda liked it! Also there isn't any risk of unloved children and I'm a Pegacorn anyway, so what's the worst that could happen?" Me digging myself deeper, that's what. "I... I..." Pinkie looked at me in complete horror. "I raped a Pegacorn? I raped a rape victim's..." she cut herself off. Now that I know more about her I realize HOW bad that was. I did the only thing I could think of and hugged her and babbled on. "It's Okay really, I..." And I jerked back. She still had all her Magic. That is, enough Magic for a healthy Earth Pony. She wasn't going to die. Seeing my apparent revulsion made her flinch, too and in my haste to reassure her I practically jumped back onto her. "No, I'm just sensitive to Magic and you have so much of it I felt like I was feeling all the Joy you bring to other ponies!" Kindness was beating Honesty by a solid margin. "Also my parents married for money long before they had me. I am not a rape baby." Finally my brain was working again. Maybe because that oppressive torrent of Magic was gone. "And even so, I came to Ponyville on my own and you had no way to know that and no other ponies would feel like this. So it was in a way entirely consensual and even so, I would consent to anything you want to do to me." She hugged me back. FLOOF! "Thank..." She looked down. She saw my floppy... Well I hadn't cleaned up and kinda soiled her haunches. "Okie Dokie Lokie."
I was dead.
Tell was always too nice and forgiving. I mean that thing raped him, then he has to comfort her and in the end HE seems like the rapist. There was no indication that something like that pink floozy could exist. And anyway, Twilight Sparkle seems to be a Scientist and claimed to have tried to understand Pinkie Pie, so why didn't she publish her results? I tell you why, because she didn't understand it and didn't want anyone else getting the glory of figuring something out that stumped her.
Ponyville Day one, Part two:
After a really awkward walk to my hotel, Pinkie used my shower, because she didn't want to risk running into her landlords at home. If her stated favorite pastime was making ponies smile I could understand that. Afterwards she sat inside my room, making faces…
I think she wanted to be weirded out. But there was a constant stream of pure joy flowing into her.
It was kinda like she was… tasting the sensations. Silently. I just stared at her, trying to get used to the sensation of her Magic flooding me.
OK, I just didn't have the nerve to speak. Actually I think my body began using the Magic, so success! She suddenly looked me straight into the eyes and asked in incredible bluntness: “Are you getting off again?” She sensed my happiness. “No! I just feel, I mean my body is using your Magic instead of mine, so once I get used to it it might cure me!”
“Wow, So I can make you happy the regular way too!”
OK
“Did you… did you just say that to make the conversation more awkward on purpose?” She at least had the courtesy to look a little guilty at that. No, it was as if she was tasting the guilt. “You did!” She felt sheepish at being found out… Wait, since when could I read ponies like that? I concentrated and managed to push her back out of my brain. My wings, legs and horn returned to their achy, violated state, my hair fell straight back down, I didn't even notice it standing up. “Okay.” Don't upset the Eldritch Abomination with mind control powers.
Think positive. “If I want to I can use your Magic to heal myself. And hey, if my Magic gives out you could move in! Be a real Alicorn!” What was her Mark again? “You could throw two parties at once and keep partying forever and ever.” Why didn't I just keep my mouth shut. Her eyes widened. “Could we talk about this later? You're right. I quite enjoy the awkwardness. It's interesting!” I thought about that for a moment. “Because it displaces the endless stream of artificial Joy the Element forces upon you.” “What? No, that's silly, the Element doesn't force me to be happy! I have the Element because I like to make everyone happy and I am happy because I'm successful! And with all the Energy I get from it I can make even more people happy! I call it a delicious cycle!”
Thinking back I call it “High on Magic.”
”But sometimes it's really fun to be weirded out! Or scared! Or awkward! It doesn't really make it better, but… different? New?” I remembered the experience, how she seemed to taste the sensations. “Flavor.” “Huh?” “It gives it flavor. If your state of Magic induced euphoria is sugar, then fear is like chocolate, bitter but makes it better than the sugar alone. Awkwardness is like Raspberry and so on, you are tasting these things.” Pinkie returned to her base state of boundless joy. “Exactly! Thats a really good analogy! Mh… Sugar, chocolate… Raspberry? Maybe I can somehow make emotional cupcakes? You know, hold that thought. You want to study the Elements, right? Why when it comes to studying there's no better Pony than Twilight!” Finally we can get somewhere. Maybe somewhere less disturbing.
Because "less disturbing" describes Twilight Sparkle oh so perfectly. At least now it comes out that Pinkie is a Monster. "Eldritch Abomination with mind control powers" he called her and that's true. Pinkie is a freak! And I think somehow she was the one who killed him in the end to steal his body. She puppeteers his corpse for Cele Luna's sake. It can't be accidental, or she would puppeteer other dead ponies too.