>pinkie lied battered on the glass covered floor at sugar cube corner.
>her nostrils now done bleeding profusely, her lip busted and eye blackened, she just sobbed
>this happens almost weekly
>Anon reenters the room
>"Well Pinkie, do you have something to say?"
>"i'm sorry" she whimpers
>"Good girl" anon says as he approaches he and pulls her head up to his groin
>"now show me you mean this apology"







>she breathed heavily as she snuggled against anon