>You are at the top of the ferris wheel now. From here, the entire fairground can be taken in with a few turns of your head.
>It’s quite the sight. All of Ponyville’s citizens look like tiny colored specs on the ground below you.
>Today is Ponyville’s annual harvest carnival. Everyone in town is here enjoying the rides and games.
>Especially Pinkie.
>”Gosh, Anon! We sure are high, aren’t we? Like WOW! So high!”
>She stirs next to you in the carriage as she hangs over the edge and stares straight down.
PINKIE! Get back in here!
>You quickly grab her and she falls on top of you, smashing your cotton candy against your face.
>She stares deeply into your eyes through the fibrous sugar.
Y-you okay…?
>She’s in awe. Maybe she didn’t know what she was doing.
>Pinkie Pie quickly snaps back to reality with a snortty laugh and a bite of your cotton candy.
>”Of course, Anonymous! Thanks for saving me!”
>She rises off you and looks at the horizon; a little more careful this time.
No problem.
>The ferris wheel completes its revolution as you and Pinkie depart.
>”That’s was a ton and a half of fun, Anon!”
>You kneel down to tie your shoes. You need new laces; these always seem to come undone.
>After tying them, you make you way onward.
>Pinkie merrily skips next to you as you both go towards the next attraction.
It sure was, Pinkie.
>She’s really sweet on you today. It’s nice.
>Even though you’ve told her you don’t like her in that way.
>You walk behind Pinkie’s happy steps as she trots through the various carnival games.
>Her head zips to either side looking at the prizes, finding one she wants to claim as her own.
>”AH! Anon! Lookie!”
>Pinkie thrusts her hoof to point to a giant plush cupcake.
>It’s bigger than her head.
You like that?
>Pinkie squees with delight.
>”Win it for me?”
>Her eyes are almost as big as the cherry topping the plushie.
Well…
>You feel around in your pocket. You have about 7 bits.
Sure; I’ll try my best.
>Pinkie overflows with excitement.
>”YAY!”
>You walk up to the table where a chubby earth pony manages a dart throwing game.
>”2 bits for 3 darts; pop a balloon and win a prize.”
>Seems easy enough. Ponys don’t have hands so this will be almost too easy for you.
>You slap the money onto the table and grasp the shaft of a dart.
>With your left eye closed, you line up the shot and release the object.
>It glides through the air and strikes the balloon with a pop.
>Pinkie squeals with delight.
>”YAY! MY TURN MY TURN MY TURN!”
But Pinkie, I already-
>She wastes no time. She fidgets in your pocket for your bits.
HEY! I need those!
>She tosses them to the carnie.
>He hands over a bundle of darts that Pinkie makes quick work of.
>She throws one after the other in a barrage of pink blurs and snapping balloon deaths.
>The carnie looks over to you in amazement.
>You just roll your eyes, more upset about your empty pockets than Pinkie’s dart skills.
>After the popping has subsided, Pinkie collects her winnings and turns to you.
>”Sorry about the money, Anonny...I’ll pay you back!”
>You feel around in your pocket. It’s now as empty as your stomach.
It’s okay, don’t worry about it.
>You and Pinkie walk closely together through the carnival.
>She made you carry the stuffed cupcake.
>It’s unwieldy and reminds you of food. Not good.
>Just then, the smell of funnel cakes waft through the air.
>You take it in and savor the smell of fried batter and powdered sugar.
>Wait a second…
>Pinkie is right in your face.
>That’s just the way she smells.
>”ANON! Wanna try some of this yummy delicious super-terrific cake? Course ya do!”
MMF! PNNKEE!
>She shovels a hooffull of carnival cake into your mouth.
>It’s hot and bulges your cheeks out.
>Pinkie takes another hooffull and prepares to shovel into your mouth.
>You swallow hard.
PINKIE WAIT!
>”Problem?”
>That’s an understatement.
Yeah. Why don’t we get some real food?
>After locating a hot dog stand, you and Pinkie Pie sit on a bench watching the filly’s running around and the couples smooching near the tunnel of love.
>Pinkie blushes and snorts at the sight.
>You look at her.
Is something wrong?
>She turns her head to you, but darts her eyes away in embarrassment.
>”Would you wanna go on that silly kiddy ride with me, Anonny?”
>Her eyes have welled with eagerness.
>Even though you don’t like her like that, you can see her making it fun in some way.
Sure, I think I could do that.
>After a long wait in the line of couples, you two board the tiny boat and slowly drift into the heart-laden wall of the tunnel.
>Pinkie releases a fake yawn and snuggles up to you.
>Her hair smells sticky like maple syrup.
>You don’t really know what to do.
>You place your weary hand on her back and pat it.
>”I’m having a really good time, Anon.”
>This is a little awkward.
Me too, Pinkie…
>She snuggles closer and rubs her nose in your shirt at the sound of your words.
>Not a good sign.
S-so…this is a pretty long ride, huh?
>She looks up at you with seductive eyes.
>”I want it to last forever.”
>Before you know what to do, Pinkie’s already moved in for a kiss.
>She tugs on your shirt and brings you in close but you pull away.
Pinkie stop!
>With all your effort you free yourself from Pinkie Pie’s grasp, only to fall out of the small boat and into the trough of water.
>Pinkie leans over the boat to see you sitting in the water.
>”Anonny! Are you okay down there? You look a little wet…”
>You stand up and wring the water out of your dripping shirt.
Yeah…I’m fine.
>”S-sorry…”
>You climb back into the boat and sit hunched over while Pinkie awkwardly fidgets next to you.
>Once the ride ends the two of you depart.
>Everyone in the line comments to your moistened attire that the two of you seemed to have a “little too much fun”.
>You shrug it off and bend down to tie your shoes again.
>It’s later now and the carnival is carrying on into the evening.
>The sun is starting to go down now.
>Pinkie is still embarrassed and upset about the stunt she pulled in the tunnel of love
>She hasn’t said much since then.
>You pass a mare selling balloons. They always cheer kids up, so Pinkie’s childish mind wouldn’t be any different.
>You kneel down to the heartbroken pony.
Hey…I’ll be right back.
>Pinkie sits on her rear and hangs her head.
>You grab a free balloon from the mare. Good thing, you don’t have any money.
>You silently return to the sad pink pony.
Hey…I got you this.
>Pinkie slowly turns her head.
>Her face explodes in excitement when she sees the floating green rubber orb.
>”AH! ANON! I LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE IT!”
>Pinkie springs up and wraps her arm around you.
>You pat her back again.
No problem, Pinkie.
>After the hug, you stand and look off into the horizon.
Well…I should be getting home.
>Pinkie’s ears flatten with disappointment.
>”Oh…that’s okay…”
>You’re upset now too.
I’m sorry…
>Pinkie tries to put on a fake smile.
>”I-it’s okay, Anonny…I understand.”
>You rise up.
We always have tomorrow, Pinkie.
>Your words seem to cheer her up a little bit.
>”Yeah…”
>You walk away from the carnival with Pinkie behind you.
>Maybe you’ll spend more time with her. There’s a possibility the two of you could become closer.
>Maybe.
>The fairgrounds make way to a flatter plateau that leads to a long stone staircase. Next to that is a stone tunnel that leads to town.
>There’s quite the view from the top. You can overlook a lot of Ponyville.
>You take your first step down towards home.
>But all of the sudden you are shocked by a loud noise near you.
>You fall forward on your long, untied laces.
>The staircase moves closer as you smash your face on the corner on a step.
>The pain is excruciating. You feel blood freely run out of your nose.
>It’s not over though. You tumble down the next 30 steps.
>You groan in pain from your fall.
>You stare at the sky in motionless agony.
>Stupid shoes.
>Your left wrist is throbbing in pain.
>You turn your head to inspect it.
>It’s affixed in a 45 degree angle that it’s not supposed to be.
>The vision around it blurs as you slowly slip into shock.
>You don’t know what to do.
>You cry out.
HELP! Somebody! Please! Anyone!
>Your cries reverberate in the shaft of the tunnel.
>You’re in so much pain that you can’t move.
>How did this happen?
>Slowly you remember the noise.
>it seemed familiar…
>Like a popping balloon.
>You hear a clopping noise, like hooves on stone.
>You look inside the tunnel.
>There’s a shadowy pony walking toward you.
>Salvation.
Oh god, thank you! Please help me…I need a doctor right away.
>They stop.
Please…please help me.
>The pain is making it hard to complete sentences.
>You stare at the top of the staircase from where you fell.
>It seems like a path up a mountain…an unobtainable height.
>Just then, your view is obstructed by a familiar face.
>”Anon! Did ya take a little tumble?”
>Pinkie snorts and laughs as she points to your snapped wrist.
>What is she doing? Making a joke?
P-Pinkie…please help me…I-I fell and…it all hurts so much…
>She taps her hoof on her mouth.
>”Hmm…nah.”
>She smiles at you.
Heh…okay, enough joking around…get help.
>”No.”
>Her voice is blank and grave.
>She still stands over you upside down.
>You hand surges in pain
Pinkie this isn’t a fucking joke! Help me!
>Pinkie’s eyes roll around while she thinks.
>”Hmm…okay!”
Oh, thank-
>In your peripheral, you see Pinkie take your wrist in her mouth and clamp down onto it like a bear trap.
FUCK!
>You literally cry in pain, so close to blacking out.
>Pinkie releases you and giggles.
>She returns to your view with a smear of blood on her mouth.
>”Oh, Anonny…you’re so clumsy! Now…are you ready to have some fun?”
>Your tears flow freely from your eyes. You hyperventilate to prevent going unconscious.
Pinkie…what are y-you doing…?
>Pinkie looks at you in confusion.
>”Well…I’m just having some fun that we didn’t get to have in the tunnel of looove!”
>She kisses the air around your head, but you just want to get to medical attention.
>”Ready, Anonny?”
>She walks out of your vision.
F-for what?
>You hear some flops below you.
>”Can ya feel that, Mr. Clumsy?”
Feel what?
>”Good!”
>You’re confused.
Pinkie what is going on?
>You hear your jeans rustle.
>You try to pick your head up to see that Pinkie has removed your pants.
>She slowly trails her tongue around your member, which doesn’t seem to realize the pain the rest of your body feels.
>You hear Pinkie’s sloppy slurps as you watch her poofy mane bob up and down with her head.
W-what is going on…?
>Pinkie thrusts her head down onto your waist.
>She gags loudly, almost like a retch.
>She holds you in her throat for a few moments.
>You feel her hot drool trail down your leg and waist.
Oh! Pinkie…
>Why are you enjoying this? You’re almost incapacitated and this shouldn’t be what you’re enjoyng.
>She gags more and she furiously throats your dick.
Pinkie!
>In one quick motion, she removes you from herself and moves toward your mouth to kiss you.
>Her slobber is all over her mouth, and now yours too.
>In an instant, she sinks to plump plot onto your waist.
PINKIE STOP!
>Pinkie starts bouncing on you ferociously.
>The walls of her vagina massage you enough to make you slightly forget your broken wrist.
>”Oh, Anonny! I’m having so much fun! Aren’t you?”
>She smiles manically.
I…
>She pumps more and more. You feel your testicles pump with her successive thrusts.
>For a chubby pony, Pinkie’s marehood is pretty tight around you.
>Pinkie’s moans echo in the stone tunnel.
>”ANON! Im gonna-“
>Pinkie Pie releases a hot spurt of cum all over your bulbous shaft.
>She keeps bouncing even after her loud orgasm.
>You just lay there with Pinkie juice all over you.
>She gets off of you, her genitals making a few liquid noises as you extricate yourself.
>”Thanks for that! Gotta go…see ya tomorrow!”
>She kneels down and kisses your cheek and walks away.
>You call after her.
Pinkie! Wait! Save me!
>She just looks back to you.
>”Oh silly, I said I’ll see ya tomorrow!”
>She snorts and walks off, leaving you in pain.