It had been nearly a full day since Pinkie Pie’s hijinks had caused a veritable explosion in clones of herself. It had never been intentional, of course, but the results of that little venture meant there were far more Pinkie Pies in the world than it was meant to hold. Naturally, the excess Pinkies had to be removed, one way or another.

	This was a mission that snowy-white owl Amethyst gleefully seized upon. While the bulk of the Pinkie Pies had been dealt with by now, there were still an unknown number roaming free that had yet to be dealt with. They as of yet hadn’t been particularly good at concealing themselves, and Amethyst had found himself hot on the trail of one.

	“Fun! Fun! Fun! Fun!” the words echoed through the crowded streets of Ponyville, a rather obvious beacon to follow for any would-be hunter. Mainly because she never stopped saying it… Amethyst mused to himself. The attention he gained as he pushed through the bustling crowds didn’t bother him much; the hunt was all too fun, and there was no threat of repercussion with the request coming straight from the top itself.

	Through the multi-hued crowd of ponies, Amethyst caught a glimpse of his prey. A bubbly, energetic Pinkie Pie was prancing down the street, eternally regurgitating the word “fun” as she bounded down the street without a care in the world. Realizing she was heading towards a less inhabited part of town, Amethyst deftly cut through the masses to head her off. Running down another street so as not to tip her off, he looked for anywhere he could steal her away in secret. While it wasn’t illegal by any means to just pluck her out of the streets in broad daylight, he certainly didn’t want to cause an uproar from anypony who hadn’t heard of the executive order and thought him to be some sort of psychopath. Not that he could say that he wasn’t, per se, but always better to err on the side of caution.

	“Perfect,” Amethyst mused to himself, catching sight of an alleyway just around the corner from where Pinkie Pie was headed. He easily slid in and ducked into the shadows, taking out a liquid-filled bottle and rag from his pockets, dousing it with the putrid chemical while he waited. His patience was soon rewarded as the goofy girl could be heard approaching, just as he had planned.

	Amethyst opted not to go by the sound of her overly-loud voice, the volume of which could easily mislead distance in such an uninhabited part of town with so many nooks and crannies to echo from. Instead, he listened for the tell-tale skip in her step, the clip-clop that only a prancing pony would have. After all, Amethyst wouldn’t want to kidnap the wrong pony, now would he? “Hmm, actually,, I wouldn’t mind picking up a hapless, innocent bystander to use and dispose of…” he thought to himself.

	When he came back to reality from his sinister musings, he realized that Pinkie Pie had strolled right past him and was well on her way down the alley. He scrambled to his feet and gave chase, practically leaping for her to stop her from prancing too far into the public eye. Despite his best efforts, several pairs of onlooker eyes fixed themselves upon him and the pink pony as he dangled there, arms crossing her neck.

	“Who- oh! Hugs! I love hugs! Hugs are so FUN!” Pinkie Pie exclaimed, bouncing up and down in her excitement which sent Amethyst shaking like a ragdoll.

	“Haha, yeah, fun...” Amethyst grumbled, trying to regain his footing. “Hey, how about we have fun over here...” Amethyst growled, practically jerking the pony bodily back towards his little alley.

	“Oh! Is this a game? I love games! Games are FUN!” the pony shouted to no one in particular as the crowd dispersed on its own, trying to avoid being further assailed by the rather annoying girl.

	“Yeah, they sure are, they sure are...” Amethyst said with a throaty chuckle, finally getting the pony into his little hidey-hole. Without further delay, he covered her mouth with the foul-smelling rag.

	“Ohm mhy, what a stink! It ahlmost smehlls like-” Pinkie spoke in a muffled voice to the rag in her face before dropping like a stone. Finally! Amethyst thought to himself before tucking the body into some shadows and leaving to fetch a cart and bag.

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	Pinkie Pie awoke with a start, her body coming back online slowly and non-uniformly. Her eyes struggled to adjust with the bright, beaming studio lights glaring in her face. Her side tingled painfully from the nap she had taken on a hard, cold cement floor. She attempted to move her hooves only to find them bound painfully tight together in a humiliating fashion; she realized she was hog-tied, and as her brain began to comprehend her predicament her mind jumped to justifications.

	“Ha ha, ok guys, funny… You got me! Prank’s over now, right…?” she said uneasily in the eerily quiet room. She attempted to look more closely at her surroundings, but aside from the handful of studio lights fixed on her position she couldn’t see much in the otherwise dark room save for one thing: between the bright whites a small, red dot blinked coldly back at her. If the room had windows, it was night by now judging by the pitch darkness the room was otherwise engulfed in.

	“A-are you recording this? So this is a s-surprise party for me, right?” she asked.

	“Oh, it’s a party alright, but not for you...” a vicious, almost murderous voice answered her, causing her to jerk in alarm. The form of the snowy owl entered the light, wearing nothing at all, clutching a bag and duct tape with one hand and stroking his erect dick with the other. “Hey, what do you say we play a game? You like games, right? Here’s the rules: you suck my cock, make me cum, and I won’t kill you.” he said with a lusty, anticipatory smile.

	Terror shot through Pinkie Pie as she felt tears welling up in her eyes, making feeble attempts to push herself away from the owl as he approached her. She opened her mouth to plead as he knelt down but was immediately silenced by the throbbing member that intruded upon her throat. “Don’t bite now~” he cooed, petting Pinkie’s head gently with one hand while biting into the duct tape roll and peeling it a bit with the other, the distinct stretching noise an unspoken threat.

	Despite her fear, or perhaps because of it, Pinkie did her best to pleasure the slimy owl cock that filled her mouth. She lapped at the tip with her tongue and twisted her head this way and that as she bobbed up and down on the member, lewd slurping noises accompanying her lusty work. Without knowing why, the fear of death seemed to spark something inside of her. The wetness she felt between her legs didn’t lie; she was getting turned on by being used and abused.

	“Oh, come on cutie, you’re gonna have to do better than that!” Amethyst exclaimed, grabbing the pink pony by the mane and forcefully ramming her head into his cock, eliciting beautiful gags and swallows as her mouth filled up with saliva and pre. She did her best to keep up with his rhythm, though it was quickly becoming apparent that he wasn’t concerned for her well-being. 

	“You don’t want to die, do you? Suck harder!” Amethyst barked, now beginning to force his cock down her throat and keeping it there for several seconds at a time. On each repeat of her being forced to deepthroat him his cock was left in her throat for longer and longer, her oxygen being cut off for more dangerous lengths of time. The tingle between her legs grew as her oxygen was cut off, and despite the threat of passing out she found that she couldn’t stop wanting to receive that big pulsing dick with her body.

	Just as Pinkie Pie thought she would lose consciousness Amethyst shivered, pushing her snout hard into his abdomen as he filled her with his cum. He pulled his cock out with a pop mid-orgasm and pumped it furiously, painting her face with his sticky seed. Pinkie simply lay there panting, trying to clear the stars from her vision as the owl lazily reached for the clear plastic bag and pulled it over her head. She didn’t have the strength to react as heard the snap of duct tape and felt it wrap around her sore throat.

	“Game over~” the owl said dreamily. With the deed done, Amethyst stepped back and started beating off again, watching as his helpless victim temporarily regained her senses. Unfortunately for her, she had used up the trace amount of oxygen contained in the air-tight bag.

	Her eyes shot wide open, the semen left on her face stinging them and causing her eyes to water. As the gravity of what was happening set in she began to plead, weakly at first, before becoming more frantic and desperate. Her body started to buck as she screamed, using up her oxygen supply faster. She desperately tried to maneuver into any angle where her limited range of movement would allow her to catch the bag with her teeth, but even with her near-successes she couldn’t find leverage with which to pull the bag after catching it. She wailed in exasperated defeat as she came to realize that her situation was helpless.

	Amethyst felt himself getting close as the pony girl’s bag became foggy with her own breath, her tears and slobber cutting glimpses into the simple death trap on her head as they found their way to the bag’s surface. He relished her fruitless attempts at escape, each failed kick and bounce a reminder of the giddy, energetic pony she once was. Seeing that so easily taken away from her, watching her body slowly give into asphyxiation, was a drug to Amethyst.

	Pinkie Pie’s head pounded as she felt her body become heavier and heavier. Tears streamed down her face as her pitiful attempts at kicks became mere twitches, her very being shutting down little by little. She felt her head slowly lower to the ground, no longer having the strength to keep it upright. She could vividly feel her blood pumping through her body as it arched in bizarre, unnatural ways in the throes of death. Her chest heaved violently as it struggled in vain for fresh air, deep and pitiful gasps the only noises she made now.

	Amethyst noticed the dying girl tense up, suddenly soaking the concrete floor. However to his surprise he didn’t smell piss but the flowery scent of sex. Pinkie Pie, on death’s door, came and came hard. This was enough to push Amethyst over the edge again, and he came on the twitching body of the pink pony before him, coating her flank, sides and even the bag itself with copious amounts of owl cum.

	As Pinkie Pie was being plastered with seed, a final send-off for her final moments in this world, her world grew cloudy. Her breath became short and erratic, each sharp inhale stopped suddenly with a twitch and pause between breaths. The pattern repeated more and more quickly as the seconds ticked by; a sharp inhale, a full-bodied spasm, and pause where she looked as though dead. The pattern broke as her body began pulling in tiny, useless breaths rapid-fire, her spasms becoming uniform and unending, until suddenly she stopped breathing altogether, her unseeing wide eyes clearly displayed rolling into her head.

	Though her breath stopped, the twitching continued. No longer the full-bodied dance she had performed while concious, her body reacted to the foreign sensation of death with randomness; a twitch here or there, once in awhile strong enough to cause her body to flop slightly upwards before settling back down. After a long, delicious moment of her jerking about in her own fluids and the owl’s cum, Pinkie Pie’s body became very still and moved no more, her face and wide, tear-soaked eyes painted with a permanent expression of terror.

	Amethyst sighed in complete, utter contentedness, an uncharacteristic giggle escaping his mouth. He found himself giddily bouncing over to his camera to check the footage, unable to contain his excitement. Quickly fast-forwarding through his recording, the raw video was beyond even his expectations, and he felt very proud of himself for a job well done. He skipped over to the body lying pitifully in the middle of the room, giving it an ironic congratulatory slap to discharge some of his excitement. “Oh, what fun that was!”