There! Everything is ready! Pinkie Pie thought to herself, standing in the empty Sugarcube Corner. Mr. and Mrs. Cake had left her in charge once again, as she had proven herself more than capable of running the place, and she was good at baking when she didn't have sleep deprived ponies or rambunctious fillies helping her. The place was quiet for now, because she wanted to ensure that the party she was throwing for Minty remained a surprise. Minty was a fillyhood friend of Pinkie's and to hear that she was coming to Ponyville for a visit all the way from Fillydelphia. After Pinkie was sent off to Granny Pie's for adoption after her family couldn't support her anymore due to the Parasprites leaving them nothing but rocks to harvest, she met Minty in town and they became fast friends. The most peculiar thing about her, was her affection for socks.

Pinkie Pie darted around, making last minuet checks on everything and ensuring all was right for the little 'party game' she had planed for her best friend. As she took the last batch of cookies out of the oven, a knock on the door sent her dashing to open it. Standing before her, a lot bigger than she remembered, was Minty. Her peppermint green coat seemed to glow in the setting sunlight, her bright pink mane and tail bounced with the rest of her as she bounded in excitement. “Pinkie Pie! It's been forever!” she exclaimed.

“Yes it has.” Pinkie sighed. “I made all sorts of new friends here too! We should go meet them sometime!”

“Why not now?”

Pinkie shook her head. “No, I got plans for us tonight.”

“What kind of plans?” Minty asked, confused.

“You'll see.” Pinkie gave a knowing wink and led her friend into the kitchen. “Until then, enjoy the party!”

“Wow, Pinkie Pie! This is your best one yet!” Minty looked around in amazement at the balloons and streamers, as well as the big welcome banner with her name on it in bright, colorful letters. The pile of cookies on the table smelled delicious, and Minty couldn't wait to dig in. Pinkie walked up behind her and eyed the filly.

“New socks?” Pinkie asked, nodding towards Minty's rear hooves.

“Yep! Pink just like you! Like 'em?” Minty raised her left rear hoof to show off the sock, which was somewhat dirty on the bottom from the ground outside.

“You should wash those.” Pinkie nodded at her sage advice. Minty hesitated at first, as removing her socks would be like removing a unicorn's horn. She nodded, then nervously slid them off her hooves, handing them over to the pink pony.

“What's wrong?” Pinkie asked, tilting her head.

“I just, feel naked without my socks....” Minty mumbled, rubbing her forelegs together nervously.

“Silly filly, we're naked anyway!” Pinkie bounded out of the kitchen to depost the socks into the laundry hamper, Gummy sitting on a shelf staring at her absentmindedly. She smiled at the little gator, then gently clasped her teeth on the patch of thick scales on the back of his neck, lifting him off his perch and carrying him to show Minty.

When Pinkie emerged in the kitchen, Minty was halfway through the plate of cookies and showed no sign of stopping. “You really like those, huh?”

Minty nodded, a bit embarrassed at making such a pig of herself.

“This is Gummy!” Pinkie broke the silence, pointing her hoof to the gator now resting on the cool tile floor. Minty trotted up to get a closer look.

“Aww! He's so cute” Minty gushed as she looked over the tiny reptile. His eyes staring off at nothing while blinking out of synch. “Why doesn't he have any teeth?”

Pinkie shrugged. “I don't know, I just found him that way. I figured he wouldn't survive on his own, but instead of taking him to Fluttershy's, I decided to keep him since he reminded me of my own problems.”

“That's so sad.” Minty pouted. “I'm sure Pinkie is taking good care of you.” she rubbed a hoof gently on Gummy's head.

Pinkie's eyes glanced over to the bag she got from Rarity's, trying to resist the urge to spring the surprise now.

“So what do we do now?” Minty asked, finally giving Gummy some relief.

Pinkie thought for a moment. “How about we watch a movie?” she asked. Yeah! That'll kill plenty of time!

Minty smiled. “Okay, that sounds good.” She followed the pink party pony into the lobby and up the stairs to her room.

“You sure this is safe?” Apple Bloom asked, glancing at the wooden platform she was sitting on, then turning to look at the opposite end elevated in the air, waiting for an occupant.

“Yeah! I've seen Rainbow Dash use this trick for some of her flying moves! It'll get you high enough to see what's going on.” Scootaloo called down from the plank she was standing on. “Ready?”

“Ah guess so....” Apple Bloom began having second thoughts.

Scootaloo took a running leap and dropped like a stone, landing hard on the opposite end of the catapult, sending Apple Bloom careening up into the air. She could feel her lips pulling back in the wind as she continued her accession, then when gravity finally got a hold back on her, she plummeted and landed hard on the roof of Sugar Cube corner. Contrary to popular legend, the building was NOT made out of real gingerbread and candy, but hard wood and stone.

“Ow....”

“You okay?” Sweetie Belle called up.

“Ah guess so...” Apple Bloom wiggled all four legs to make sure they wern't broken, then rubbed her head to check for any bleeding. She cracked a few bones as she stood, and shook the spinning from her vision. Stumbling over to the skylight she peered down to see Pinkie Pie and Minty absorbed in whatever movie they were watching, both sitting on the impossibly plush bed.

“All they're doin' is watchin' a movie!” Apple Bloom called down, leaning over the edge of the room.

“Well that's no fun! Keep lookin!” Scootaloo commanded.

“Why don't you come up here?” Apple Bloom snapped.

“Fine! I will!” Scootaloo sat on the end of the catapult and pointed at Sweetie Belle then to the platform.

“I'm not going up there!” the unicorn filly recoiled.

“Yes you are!” Scootaloo snapped. “Dodo!”

“You don't even know what that means!” Sweetie Belle protested, trotting to the platform. She scrabbled up the ladder and took a running leap, if only to shut the Pegasus up.

She landed hard on the other end, but her weight wasn't enough, so Scootaloo didn't go as high up, ramming her head into a tree branch and falling to the ground like a rotten apple.

“You did that on purpose!” the Pegasus snapped, rubbing the lump on her head.

Apple Bloom could only snicker at the scene.

“Did you hear something?” Minty shot up, unaware Pinkie had her hoof draped around her neck.

“No.” Pinkie shrugged. “This movie is boring anyway. Why don't we try that game now?” she asked, locking eyes with the green pony.

“Okay.” Minty agreed, smiling.

“It's downstairs, come on!” Pinkie led her back down to the lobby. Neither of them seen Apple Bloom banging her head against the glass as now her effort was for nothing. One more hit released the latch, and she fell into the soft carpet of Pinkie's room. She was in! Now she had to hide.

Pinkie had led Minty to the kitchen and grabbed the bag, then winked and went to the fridge, retrieving a long carrot.

“What's that for?” Minty asked, pointing at the vegetable.

“You ate all those cookies, you need something healthy!” Pinkie explained. She placed it in the bag, then cantered back upstairs.

Apple Bloom had taken shelter under the bed, and saw eight hooves approach then disappear, the bed sagging onto her head slightly.

Pinkie Pie produced the box from the bag and Minty looked at the image on it. It was strange to be sure.

“What's this?” she asked.

“A ball gag! My friend Rarity said it would be tons of fun!” Pinkie explained, ripping the package open and producing the brightly colored red ball held by a leather strap. She picked up the box lid and squinted at it. “Now, I'll have to put it on you.”

“I don't know about this...” Minty shrank slightly, rubbing her hooves together. “It sounds weird.”

Pinkie slid up next to her friend and ran a hoof along her cheek. “Minty, you can trust me. I won't do anything to hurt you. Okay?”

Minty nodded and bowed her head to allow Pinkie to fasten the strap. With the gag in her mouth, the pepermint pony stared with wide eyed confusion as Pinkie produced the carrot.

“I've done this before! It feels really good.” the party pony explained as she began licking the carrot to get it nice and wet. Minty could only watch in a daze and partial fear. When she was done, Pinkie pulled the carrot from her mouth with a soggy 'pop'. She looked into Minty's wide eyes, and smiled a comforting smile. “You can trust me.” she whispered.

Minty nodded weakly, and allowed her hind legs to be spread apart. Pinkie brought the carrot down to between her flanks and began to slide it in. Her body squirmed in pain as something sharp tore through her body. Tears formed in her eyes, but her cries were muffled by the gag. Pinkie was too focused on her work, tongue sticking out in a comical manner, to notice Minty's pain.

Apple Bloom could hear the bed squeaking above her, as well as muffled whimpers. Was Minty crying? That didn't sound like fun at all. She shook her head when she realized Pinkie would never do such a thing, and sighed, straining to try and hear more.

Pinkie continued her rhythm, taking the muffled cries as signals she was doing it right. After a few more thrusts, Pinkie felt left out, and straddled Minty, her gaze still focused on the carrot as she guided the other end into her own need. Her head wrenched back in pure pleasure as instinct took over, completely drowning out any cries of terror from the subdued pony.

Minty tried to kick and fail to the best of her ability, but found her body and mind at a conflict. Her brain said no, but her body wanted more. Between whimpers and gagged sobs came the occasional moan of pleasure as the pain subsided. The sharpness she felt when they started was all but gone, but this whole ordeal was a foreign concept to her, and the sudden straddling and violation made Minty rethink her best friend's intentions. Pinkie, however, was lost in bliss. It felt even better with another mare on the other side. The heat, the friction, it sent unknown waves of pleasure though her very being, shaking her to her bones with lust.

Apple Bloom was confused, and somewhat horrified at what she was hearing. Pinkie WAS hurting that poor pony, and probably knew it too! She wanted to scream, but slapped a hoof over her mouth to keep from getting caught. The bed began to shake violently as Pinkie started to slam herself up and down on the carrot, grunting as the breath was knocked out of her with each thrust. Her body tingled with excitement as her need spilled all over her thighs, and Minty's, making the violated pony whimper even more. Her eyes were filled with tears, but Pinkie's remained screwed shut in pure bliss, oblivious to the psychological torment she was putting her friend through. With a final thrust down, the party pony froze, her body shuddering with pleasure as more of that strange heat flared through her, up her spine and to her spinning head.

She collapsed on top of Minty, panting from the effort and covered in sweat. She felt wetness on Minty's face and thought it was sweat as well.

“Did you enjoy it?” she asked, opening her eyes. She immediately shot upright and shoved herself away when she saw hollow, tear filled eyes staring at her. Pinkie's mind reeled at the prospect of hurting her best friend, and even more that she didn't notice it. How could I be so selfish? She was in pain this whole time, and I didn't even bother to look!. “Minty....” she whispered hoarsely, “I'm...I'm sorry....” She reached forward to remove the gag, but Minty only recoiled in fright as if she was going to be struck. “Minty....please....”

Minty calmed down enough for Pinkie to remove the gag. Before she could apologize any further, Minty shot upright, shoving her way past her, and bolted out of the room crying. Pinkie began crying herself and Apple Bloom saw her take off down the stairs as well. She was unnerved by the sudden weight in the air, and felt that she was somehow responisible for this mess as well, as she should've done something.

Once she was sure the coast was clear, Apple Bloom slid out from under the bed, and crept down the stairs to leave, her mind trying to process what just happened and if she should say anything.