//------------------------------// // A taste // Story: Pantie and stocking // by CeresBane //------------------------------// Sugarcube corner was not a safe place to be, boasting the best confectioneries in all of Equestria no one was safe when Twilight was having one of her urges. "I-It just doesn't end!" Pinkie, once a connoisseur of such sinfully gluttonous proportions, was horrified by the being that ate while she wasn't allowed. The monstrsity seemed to take such pleasure in her pain, moaning with pleasure, screaming blasphemies to the goddesses as this eating machine engorged in ever delicacy the pink mare was not allowed to enjoy. She watched as their best customer wolfed down the soon-to-be legendary marzipan mascarpone meringue madness. That is, it would've had the opportunity if not for a purple unicorn that took her every opportunity to hide it's splendour from the world inside her belly. Days of work, months of planning, gone in a few greedy gulps. "That was good. Well I gotta go, put whatever I'm owed on my tab" Twilight for all her faults was at least thorough. Nothing in the shop was spared. Not even the other customers. Not even a tiny bit of compassion either. 3 apple pies, 6 apple fritters, 5 caramel sugar, 12 muffins, 13 cupcakes, 1 birthday cakes, 2 wedding cakes, a tray of brownies and even a sack full of artificial sweetener came as a mere starter to the MMMM. This all totalled to at least a hundreds bits and then some given the proper damages, but for fear for their lives they would never dare take her up on that mare's astronomical tab. Pinkie's desire to cry was long past the breaking point, so past in fact that it by-passed that and just went to full on dead inside. Any joy and laughter that resided in this pony was long gone. All that was left was a highly concentrated desire to kill. Soon my sweet. Soon I will taste the sweet sweet goodness of revenge. Twilight Sparkle could sense the desire to kill from Pinkamena Diane Pie. Anypony who is at least half in the know could tell that. Long straight hair, that insane twitchy grin, those permanent dark circles in her eyes and her habitual rubbing of her hooves. The purple unicorn paid her no mind, paid no one in particular and just left. Pinkie watched with anticipation, as if expecting the unicorn to just randomly drop down and die. But to her disappointment nothing happened. Another failure. Her desire to kill the sweets fanatic Twilight "stocking" Sparkle with diabetes was becoming more and more apparent, as to be a fruitless endeavour. But no other death will do, this hated pony had to die in the most poetic ironic way. A beautiful sweet sublime death, that would be far more delicious than the god's best nectar. The pink mare was sure she was close, she had to be. Next time. Her latest and greatest creation would finally slay Twilight Sparkle. For sure this time! Twilight took in the dark morning air. For a full year now she had been in Ponyville. A full year of eternal night, a full year with no Celestia, a full year defending all of Equestria (with benefits). Life was... good. After Pinkie gave her the pleasures of sweets in that surprise party, she had been given over to a world of taste she never knew she had been abstinent to. From that last day forward, she was lost to the pleasure of confectionery. And Pinkie was left to serve to the voracious need that allowed no one else to partake. For fear of death. Twilight pulled her striped stockings tighter around her legs as the air felt so cold with such a blistering wind blowing. And by those dark foreboding clouds, flashes of lightning and this ill feeling in the air, you just knew today was going to be one of those days. "Now where's that slut gone off to. We were meant to kill that windigo thing an hour ago." Twilight look to those distant clouds, speaking to no one in particular. All she wanted to do right now was have a nice long nap. Distant screams echoed at the outskirts of Ponyville just on the edge of the Everfree forest. The royal guards were giving their all keeping the monster at bay and doing little to do so despite themselves. Foals and mares and very girly sounding stallions screamed like little bitches as their bodies became in cased in ice. "The warmth in our hearts will drive it away they said..." Twilight said with a mimicry of their whiny little voices. "... dumb fucks." If hearth warming eve carols could save Equestria, there wouldn't be a need for the likes of her around. They just gotta accept that I'm the only help they deserve. =_==_==_==_==_==_==_==_==_==_==_==_==_==_==_==_= Sweet sweet Apple Acres was busy place. Big mac was out there plowing the fields and soiling his oats like no pony's business. Applebloom was thankfully spared from it all, still believing the obvious lie that Applejack was "drumming up business" for the farm and that the barn was off-limits because her "business partners" liked their privacy. Today was an especially busy day, with stallions from all over "sheltering from the cold" like there was no tomorrow. Applejack conquest had reached new heights. Nearly 8 feet of sweating, exhausted stallions in fact, with Applejack on top bathing in the afterglow and with just a good measure of disappointment. There was just never enough of them to really last the amount of time she wanted them to, with one exception of course. But ever since that one time, he'd been so stubborn about doing a repeat performance. Without the sun, growing apple trees was not an easy task. But Big mac was set in his ways, spreading his seed, using what magic earth ponies had to grow crops, and do nothing but buck trees. "I gotta get something besides bucking going on." A full year ago, that was what she had said to herself when she spent almost everyday harvesting those trees with bucky-migulligutty and kicks-miggi. And now she's found to be doing the same thing again. No regrets were had. Except perhaps in the past year she's been admittedly a bit... mono-dimensional. Sex with this, sex with that... I really should have slept with more boys... different kinds of boys and maybe a few girls just for the heck of it. AJ shrugged, all gloomy thoughts aside. That crap is for that goth mare. "You get what you're given. Y'all ready for round two?" A chorus of moans were her reply, enthused in anticipation intermingled exhausted moans. One thing was certain they weren't ready, even if they wanted to. Nothing bucks like an the Apple family pony. AJ liked to think she made the family motto proud. "Time to get to work, you mare of the night." A flash of lightning blinded AJ's eyes for a moment, but the silhouette by the white light created was unmistakable. The exhausted stallion had found their second wind and out of fear for their lives they stampeded out of the barn. With Twilight standing by the only entrance they felt no qualms with bashing each other into the walls until it gave, leaving a splintering hole in the opposite direction of Twilight. "You screwed me outta some easy money. I hope you gonna pay the damages and losses fat ass." "Nothing's changed then, you've been fucked the moment I met you." Leaping, the two mares trained their weapons on each other. A gun's muzzled was touching straight up into Twilight's chin and aimed to her brains, while four floating swords were ready to sever every vital point in Applejack's body in a bloody instant. "Girls!" The instant they made their attack, a small purple dragon pushed them apart just in time to save them from their self (?) inflicted deaths. But the little dragon was far too slow to save himself from such things.