Fun with Wallflower


                                            "Oh, hey there Anon! Welcome back to Sugarcube Corner! It's always super-great to see you here! So, what can I get you?"

                                            >Pinkie Pie is as exuberant as ever

                                            >you smile and put down your menu

                                            "Oh, I don't know. Everything here is good. Why don't you surprise me?"

                                            >Pinkie's eyes light up

                                            "Oh, a surprise eh? How about a super-hot-fudge-extra-rainbow sundae with caramel and cookie sprinkles with sugar-coated-suzy-cream-cheese-deluxe-cake-batter surprise sauce...."

                                            >she drones on, yammering autistically about some insane pastry

                                            >it sounds like diabetes-fuel but you like her enthusiasm

                                            >you smile and cut her off gently

                                            "Yes, Pinkie, that sounds delicious. But since you told me everything about it it's not technically a surprise."

                                            >her eyes widen in astonishment

                                            "You're right!! I'm going to have to change the cake-sprinkles to neon-pink sugar-caramelized hot fudge!"

                                            >she looks from side to side to make sure nopony is listening, then leans in and whispers confidentially:

                                            "...but don't tell anypony. It's a surprise!"

                                            >you smile indulgently at her and she darts off into the kitchen

                                            "Oh, and I'll have..."

                                            >you glance over to the other seat at the table

                                            >the green pony raises her hoof slightly to place her order, but Pinkie has already left

                                            >she trails off and stares dejectedly down at the menu

                                            >you smile at her

                                            "I'm sorry Wallflower, did you want to order something?"

                                            >her neck is still angled down at the table, but she lifts her eyes slightly to meet your gaze

                                            "Oh, um, well, yes, I was kind of hoping to get this..."

                                            >she points at an item on the menu with her hoof

                                            >you glance casually down at the menu

                                            >it's some kind of special birthday cupcake that comes with your name written in frosting

                                            >you raise an inquisitive eyebrow, and she reddens slightly

                                            "Yeah, it's...uh....it's my birthday today."

                                            >you reach over and give her a playful scratch behind the ears

                                            "Don't worry, we'll tell her when she comes back."

                                            >you hear furtive whispers and glance around

                                            >you turn to look and see a table full of mares looking in your direction

                                            >you smile and wave, and they all immediately blush and look away

                                            >you can hear them whispering and giggling to each other

                                            >the only part of their conversation you can make out is "I can't believe Anon eats here!"

                                            >you smile to yourself

                                            >everyone is so nice here

                                            >and as the only human in town you've become kind of a local celebrity

                                            "ah....AAH!"

                                            >you glance back at Wallflower

                                            >she notices you looking and reddens, shifting uncomfortably in her chair

                                            "Something the matter, Wallflower?" you ask politely

                                            >she shifts again

                                            >you can hear a slight buzzing coming from underneath her seat

                                            "It's just...uh..."

                                            >her blush deepens

                                            "Any chance I could...uh...you know..."

                                            >you pretend not to know what she's talking about and continue to stare politely at her

                                            "...any chance I could..."

                                            >she glances up and meets your gaze

                                            "...take them out...?"


                                            >you frown, and she looks quickly back down at the table

                                            "Wallflower, you know the rules."

                                            >she slumps down into her chair, appearing to almost physically shrink

                                            "...yes."

                                            "And what are the rules?"

                                            >she slumps further into her chair

                                            >she's blushing so hard her green coat almost turns red

                                            >a few strands of her shaggy mane droops down, covering her eyes

                                            >you reach forward and brush them aside

                                            >her eyes look up dejectedly at you

                                            "What are the rules?" you repeat

                                            "...if I take them out you won't bring me here anymore."

                                            >you smile and scratch her behind the ears again

                                            "That's right."

                                            >you decide she needs a little reminder, so you reach into your pocket

                                            >the little remote control has two dials, one for each device

                                            >the speeds can be synced with each other

                                            >right now, you've got it on a pulse setting, with the one in her anus and the one in her vagina pulsing at alternating intervals

                                            >Twilight makes some pretty weird stuff on her free time

                                            >you twist both dials and increase the speed

                                            "AAAH!"

                                            >Wallflower cries out, and instantly covers her mouth with both hooves

                                            >she glances around the dining room, absolutely mortified

                                            >but of course nopony notices her

                                            >you smile, and turn the dials again

                                            >the buzzing under her seat increases, and she shifts uncomfortably again

                                            >she tries to stifle it, but eventually she lets out a soft groan

                                            >you smile and ruffle her mane

                                            "You like that, don't you, Wallflower?"

                                            >she stares at the table

                                            "...yes." she says meekly

                                            "Oh hey Anon, your surprise is ready! Sorry, we're all out of industrial-carmelized-pudding-sauce, so I took butter-cream-soaked-cookie-batter and fused it with powered-pancake-donut-sprinkles. Hope that's okay!"

                                            >you look at the gigantic sugar-coated monstrosity the pink pony sets down in front of you

                                            >back home this would give you a heart attack in seconds, but somehow in this world you can eat stuff like this daily and not even gain weight

                                            >you smile indulgently and give the pink pony an affectionate pat on the head

                                            "This looks wonderful, thank you."

                                            >she beams with pride

                                            "Well, enjoy your treat, Anon!"

                                            >she turns to go, and Wallflower clears her throat

                                            >you glance in her direction, and then turn back to Pinkie

                                            "Wait, Pinkie."

                                            >the pink pony returns to the table, an inquisitive look on her face

                                            >you gesture towards the green pony seated across from you

                                            "My friend would like to order something, too."

                                            >Pinkie blinks in confusion

                                            "Oh, I'm sorry! I didn't notice you there. Did you just come in?"

                                            "I've been here the whole time," mutters Wallflower, shifting uncomfortably

                                            >Pinkie's ears prick up as she seems to notice a slight buzzing sound

                                            "I think there's a fly in here..." she says distractedly, glancing around

                                            >she turns to go

                                            "Uh, Pinkie?"

                                            >she stops and looks back at you, a puzzled expression on her face

                                            >you gesture towards Wallflower again

                                            >Pinkie blinks, and then suddenly remembers

                                            "Oh, that's right! I'm sorry. Did you want to order something?"

                                            "Yes, please."


                                            >Wallflower points to the birthday cupcake

                                            >Pinkie's eyes light up when she sees what she's pointing at

                                            "Ooooh! Is it somepony's birthday today?"

                                            >Wallflower smiles prettily and reddens a little

                                            >she nods

                                            >there is an uncomfortable silence as Pinkie continues to stare at her with a giant smile on her face

                                            "Whose is it?" she finally asks

                                            >Wallflower's smile fades

                                            >she stares back down at the table

                                            "mine," she says quietly.

                                            >Pinkie blinks, looking around

                                            "There's that fly again..." she mutters, her eyes darting about, trying to find the source of the buzzing

                                            >you stifle a laugh, and turn the dials in your pocket a little

                                            >Wallflower groans softly

                                            >Pinkie shrugs

                                            "Well, be sure to tell them Happy Birthday for me!" she says cheerfully, and turns to go

                                            >you clear your throat, and Pinkie turns

                                            >for a second she looks confused, and then she notices Wallflower again

                                            "Oh, that's right. What did you want to order again?"

                                            >Wallflower points at the birthday cupcake on the menu

                                            >Pinkie glances at where she's pointing

                                            "Oh! Well, that's our super-special birthday surprise cupcake! It comes with the birthday pony's name written in frosting! What's the name of the lucky birthday pony?"

                                            >Wallflower shifts uncomfortably again

                                            >Pinkie's eyes dart suspiciously about, searching for the fly

                                            "Wallflower Blush."

                                            >Pinkie blinks and looks back

                                            "I'm sorry, what?"

                                            "Wallflower Blush. The cupcake is for me. My name is Wallflower Blush."

                                            >Pinkie blinks, and then a second later she comprehends

                                            "Oooh, okay! Sorry, I'm just distracted trying to find this fly...."

                                            >she returns her attention to the task at hand

                                            "I don't think I've seen you around before. Are you new in town? Welcome to Ponyville!"

                                            >Wallflower stares at the table

                                            "I've lived here my whole life," she mutters

                                            "Really?"

                                            >Pinkie's face scrunches up as she searches her memories

                                            "Do you live in East Ponyville? I'm not sure I've seen you around before..."

                                            "We went to school together."

                                            >Pinkie stares blankly

                                            "We sat next to each other."

                                            >Pinkie stares blankly

                                            "I was your lab partner in botany."

                                            >Pinkie stares blankly

                                            >a minute later, she shrugs

                                            "Sorry, I guess I'm drawing a blanky-blank. Anyway, I'll be right back with your cupcake. What was the name again?"

                                            "Wallflower Blush."

                                            "Oh, that's right! Be back in a jiffy!"

                                            >she trots away, singing happily to herself

                                            "Who says 'back in a jiffy' in this day and age?" you muse aloud

                                            >you hear a sharp, hissing intake of breath

                                            >you turn to see Wallflower grinding her pelvis uncomfortably against the seat

                                            >you smile pleasantly at her

                                            "Are you having a fun birthday, my dear?"

                                            >her eyes dart up angrily at that

                                            "You didn't even know it was my birthday..." she mutters

                                            >you frown

                                            "You've got kind of an attitude today. If you keep that up I'm going to start thinking we're not friends anymore."

                                            >her eyes widen as an expression of unfathomable terror comes over her face

                                            "No..." she mutters, reaching a hoof out toward you. "I'm sorry, I'm just...AAAH!"


                                            >as she leans forward, the thing inside her shifts and touches a sweet spot

                                            >her entire body convulses

                                            >her eyes squeeze shut and she throws her head back

                                            "AAAAAH!"

                                            >several ponies turn around and glance at your table

                                            >a thick, musky smell fills the air as Wallflower's juices erupt all over her seat

                                            "AAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!"

                                            >she cries out, even louder

                                            >the entire restaurant is looking at her now

                                            >her body shakes and quivers

                                            >her orgasm causes her to lose control of her body, and you hear a loud patter as her piss squirts out and pools on the floor

                                            >several of the mares who were whispering before wrinkle their noses in disgust

                                            >they begin whispering again

                                            "...who is she..."

                                            "...never seen her before..."

                                            "...she's really gross..."

                                            "aahahaahahahahahaaaaa...."

                                            >Wallflower is still groaning

                                            >she looks like she's about to fall out of the chair, so you grab her still-outstretched hoof to steady her

                                            >her entire body is quaking

                                            "aah!"

                                            >she gives one last, final groan, and seems to regain consciousness

                                            >she looks around

                                            >literally every single eye in Sugarcube Corner is turned toward her

                                            >the room is dead silent, except for a conspicuous buzzing sound that could probably be heard from Canterlot

                                            >Wallflower turns a deep crimson

                                            >Bon-Bon, who was in the process of giving Pinkie her order before the commotion started, clears her throat

                                            "I'll have what she's hav--wait a minute. Who is she, anyway?"

                                            >she turns to Lyra, who shrugs

                                            "Never seen her before."

                                            >murmurs begin to circulate through the room, most of them concerning the identity of the mystery mare sitting with Anon

                                            >Wallflower shrinks down into her seat

                                            "...can we go please?"

                                            >she stares up at you

                                            >her tear-filled eyes are pleading with you

                                            >you smile indulgently and stroke her hoof

                                            "Don't you want to wait for your birthday cupcake?"

                                            >she shakes her head

                                            >sparkling tears fly from her eyes and splash into the love-puddle she made on the floor

                                            "...n-no. Please, Anon. I just want to go home."

                                            >you give her mane a reassuring tussle

                                            "Of course, Wallflower. Let's go home."

                                            >you stand up, but she remains seated

                                            >you glance downward, frowning

                                            >she glances at you, then looks down again

                                            "...um...can you...um..."

                                            >she trails off, but you pretend you don't know what she's talking about

                                            >you stare pleasantly at her, forcing her to finish the sentence

                                            "...can you shut it off please?" she mumbles finally

                                            >you tussle her mane again

                                            "No, dear, you know the rules."

                                            "o-okay."

                                            >she stands to leave

                                            >the eyes of everypony in Sugarcube Corner are on her as the two of you leave the restaurant

                                            >Wallflower walks with an uncomfortable gait

                                            >a conspicuous buzzing sound follows her out the door

                                            >you both can hear faint murmurs of disgust fading away as the two of you exit

                                            >the little bell tingles as the door swings shut


                                            >several hours later

                                            >the sun is dipping below the horizon

                                            >Pinkie grabs the "open" sign in her mouth and flips it around to "closed"

                                            >she nudges the lock with her nose, and begins to clean up for the day

                                            >at one table, she notices a sour smell wafting up

                                            >she frowns, leaning in closer

                                            "Hey, this chair is all wet..."

                                            >she sniffs, and her nose immediately wrinkles

                                            >she knows what it is, she's just confused as to how it got there

                                            >wasn't this the table that Anon was sitting at?

                                            "...but I'm positive there wasn't anypony sitting in this chair..."

                                            >she sniffs again

                                            >yep, definitely smells like pee-pee

                                            >pee-pee and you-know-what

                                            >naughty juices

                                            >from a mare

                                            "Was Anon doing the hanky-pony-panky with somepony while I wasn't looking?" she muses

                                            "No, Anon wouldn't do that. Not at Sugarcube Corner. He's waaaaaay too nice to do something like that!"

                                            >she shrugs, and trots off to get something to clean it up with

                                            >on the way through the kitchen, she pauses

                                            >there's a cupcake sitting on the counter

                                            >the frosting has gotten all hard, it looks like it's been sitting there for hours

                                            >she frowns, leaning in to look at it

                                            >it's a birthday cupcake

                                            >she doesn't remember making any of these today

                                            >then again, she was pretty busy, she might have just forgotten

                                            >her brow wrinkles as she reads the writing on the icing

                                            >it's definitely her writing

                                            "Hmm, maybe I just made it and forgot! Maybe they didn't want it because I got the name wrong. There sure isn't anypony in town with a name like that!"

                                            >she shrugs, and trots merrily away, singing to herself

                                            >a short while later, she closes the shop up for good

                                            >in the kitchen, a last ray of fading sunlight falls upon a forgotten cupcake on the counter

                                            >the hardened icing has begun to crumble, but the letters can still be read

                                            "Happy Birthday Wallflower"


                                            ~ FIN ~