Pinkie took a long drag out of her cigarette as Rainbow lay still on the table, still processing all this information in her brain.

"How was it?" Pinkie asked.

"...Different."

"I knew you'd like it."

"Well...you knew what you were doing, I'll give you that."

There was a long and very awkward silence.

"Listen, Dashie, I'm sorry if you didn't like it. Sometimes, I let my mind get the best of me, and-"

"No, no, it's fine. Um...just being totally honest here, I kind of liked it."

"You did?!"

"Yeah. Let out a lot of emotions back there, I tell you. And, uh, that was my first time."

"Get outta here!"

"No, being totally honest."

"Well...what now?"

"I'm not really sure. Maybe we should be marefriends, or something?"

"Yeah! We could have some sort of secret, forbidden love, or something! I tell you, they'll write books about it!"

"Maybe we can pick up a copy later."

They both chuckled, which led to another bit of silence.

"Uh...can you untie me now? No telling what's on this table."

"Actually, you're pretty tasty, Dashie. I think I might keep you."

"Aw, Pinkie!"

"Naw, I'm just kidding."

She freed Rainbow Dash and watched her trot out the door of the basement.

"And, uh, Pinkie...you remember that part when I was crying?"

"Yeah."

"No, you don't."

She spread her wings and took flight back to her gigantic cloud mansion.