Rarely had Pinkie Pie been happier to hear the lunch bell, though that day she’d impulsively decided to abduct her alligator from biology class instead of dissecting it did come close. This time Mrs. Peachbottom’s enthused lecture on archway design patterns in the early Williamsic period wasn’t exactly lighting her fire, and besides, she had delicious plans for later on.

Lunch that day was vegetable surprise, which was sort of Pinkie’s favorite. The vegetables themselves weren’t too amazispectacuneato, but she liked the idea of being surprised by her food, even without her thoughts wandering to Twilight’s version of surprising her with food the night before. There was a girl who could lick! She was already looking forward to next time, assuming there was going to be a next time. She guessed Twilight hadn’t actually confirmed such a thing. Maybe that portion of her research was over, and she’d just do stuff all day that involved keeping all her clothes on, or maybe she’d go have sex with Flash Sentry instead. That would be sort of sad, but also happy, because hey, Twilight would have a boyfriend then, and that would be an excuse for a party! Surely parties were more important than sex!

Oh, gosh, but what if they weren’t? Pinkie tried to imagine a situation in which she’d need to choose between the two. Okay, so suppose Sunset Shimmer had just been crowned Princess of the Spring Fling again, and she’d chosen Pinkie to organize the Spring Fling itself, but then she offered to have sex with Pinkie instead as a manipulative either/or sort of deal. Well, then she’d choose the party, since it had already been announced and all and she wouldn’t want to let everybody down. But what if the choice were between a spontaneous party or spontaneous sex? Maybe it depended on how many people were involved. Like she might choose sex with Sunset over a very small party with just the two of them, since that’d be kind of silly, all those streamers and hats and things for nothing. Bigger parties were another thing altogether.

Although, Pinkie realized, sex wasn’t limited to two people either, was it? Was there really any difference between parties and orgies beyond how much sex was involved? She supposed streamers probably weren’t typical parts of orgies, but then again she saw no reason they couldn’t be, if you’d made sure to invite the right guests and all that. Maybe in the future she should add a little note to all her party invitations, either ‘please come prepared to have lots of sex’ or ‘please come prepared not to have any sex at all,’ depending on the kind of party it was. That sounded kind of practical, which was admittedly something of an argument against it. Was this what Ms. Cheerilee called a personal conflict? Was she destined to spend the rest of her days trying to resolve these two concepts in her life? Also, would it be cute and clever or totally obvious and tacky to spell it as ‘cum prepared’ in the sex case?

“Pinkie Pie, are you all right? You look a little lost.”

Pinkie blinked to find Rarity standing before her. She was roughly at eye-level with Rarity’s full, smiling lips, but there was a bit of concern in her eyes and sharp nose, and that was no good, she didn’t like making people feel concerned. “Hi Rarity!” she said. “I’m fine, I was just pondering a deep existential dilemma!”

Rarity laughed like a crisp mountain spring in late autumn, its stray water droplets bouncing down the mountainside to splash against a windchime by the house below and disturb the idle meanderings of a hummingbird. Or something. Also, her masses of purple hair bounced admirably. “Well, give that a rest, darling; it doesn’t become you. Come on, the others are already sitting down!”

This was true, as it turned out when Pinkie followed Rarity to the table. Applejack, who hadn’t bothered to take off her hat for lunch, was chomping happily at the vegetables, while Rainbow Dash appeared utterly bored with hers, choosing to preen her long blue wings instead. Pinkie couldn’t really fault her there, being both disinterested in the food and interested in how weird wings felt. Sunset and Twilight and Fluttershy were chattering away, at least to the extent Fluttershy ever chattered, and Rarity joined them with practiced ease as she slid into an empty seat.

“So, Twilight,” said Rarity, and placed her napkin carefully in her lap. “You’ve decided to stay at Canterlot High, I hear?”

Twilight nodded briefly around a mouthful of stewed carrot. “Mmhmm! I can’t stay away from Equestria forever, of course… princesses have royal duties, and besides, I’ll miss my friends. But I’m definitely going to stay here for a few weeks, at least, and I’m sure I’ll come back and visit sometimes after that. There’s just so much to see and learn.”

“Twi…” Applejack looked up from her meal. “You do realize that Canterlot High ain’t the whole world, right? I know this is a place of learnin’ and all, but you’re still only gettin’ a tiny piece of the whole puzzle if you stay here, and there’s plenty more to see…”

“Yeah, like the Olympics!” Rainbow Dash stopped as Applejack glared at her. “What? Oh, come on, I don’t know any famous apple orchards, okay? I’m sure they’re totally awesome and stuff too.”

Applejack rolled her eyes. “Point is, it’s a big world. And the lot of us are only here for this last year anyhow… assuming Sunset doesn’t get held back again like her freshman go-around.”

“That happened only once,” said Sunset Shimmer, icily. “I’d like to see you pass high school examinations when you’d lived your whole life as a pony until a few months before that. Make no mistake, my graduation is as certain as it will be spectacular.”

“No, but thank you, Applejack,” said Twilight. “It’s an excellent point, but I think there’s still plenty for me to do here, at least for the time being. Do you know this is a school, yet I don’t think I even went to a single class last time I was here? Besides, Sunset Shimmer has been letting me stay with her, and it would be a lot harder to live in this world without that.”

Sunset gave off the smuggest air of humility Pinkie had ever seen. “All part of my labors of atonement,” she said. “I tried to kill you, you know!”

Twilight smiled and patted her hand on the table. “And now look at you! Sunset, I’m so happy to see how well the magic of friendship has been treating you.”

Pinkie Pie suddenly noticed she still wasn’t sitting down, so she dropped her tray onto the table with an audible crash and jumped into her seat. Her newgrown boobies bounced in delight, but unfortunately nobody at the table was paying attention to them to notice.

“So, Twilight,” she said, “I bet you’re also staying here so you can get another chance to chat up Flash Sentry, huh?!”

Everyone stared at her. Rarity in particular looked a little scandalized, and Pinkie didn’t blame her. Where the Aztec had that come from!? It wasn’t like Twilight wasn’t a bountiful source of almost-constant party ideas already, so what was the point of asking, besides to see if she’d get to fuck Twilight again? Was she jealous? Was that really the matter with her? She and Twilight had sex one time—well, okay, call it twice—agreeing it was just a thing friends could do with each other, and suddenly she was jealous that Twilight might still like Flash too? Eww, no no no, this sucked, this was so awful! She’d need to give up Twilight right away, whatever she said, quit her cold turkey, and maybe just chase after Fluttershy exclusively in the meantime. That was it, that was the right thing to do.

“Pinkie, dear,” Rarity was saying. “Don’t you think that’s a little tactless? Flash is Sunset Shimmer’s ex-boyfriend, after all, and she’s sitting right there.”

“Oh, don’t worry about me!” said Sunset. “Friendship and its magic necessarily transcend such petty matters as social niceties.”

“Um, right then.” Twilight looked at Pinkie and blushed, though there could be multiple reasons for that. Still, Pinkie found herself blushing a little too. “I’d like to, Pinkie. I didn’t get to talk to him as much as I’d like, but he did seem very nice.”

Rainbow Dash leaned forward over the table, laughing. “More like his butt seemed very nice, am I right?” Nobody said anything, and she shook her head. “Seriously? Am I the only one here who’s noticed it?”

“Um, well.” Fluttershy’s voice was quiet, but there was a little sly smile on her face. “Some of us look more at, um, other body parts.” Pinkie looked at her, and Fluttershy looked back, hiding a bit behind her eyelashes but still definitely smiling. A fire lit inside of Pinkie’s head, and she wouldn’t have been at all surprised if there was steam pouring out of her ears for all to see.

“So!” she said, leaping to her feet and knocking her chair backwards. She needed to change the topic, and quick, before she ended up lustily pinning Fluttershy to the floor in front of the whole cafeteria. Although even that didn’t sound like such a bad idea, if she got to thinking about it. Mmm, Fluttershy… Fortunately she still had her delicious plan to carry out. “Don’t you girls notice anything different about me today?”

Rainbow Dash didn’t so much as look up from her cabbage. “You haven’t started singing about anything yet.”

Rarity looked at her intently. “Your hair is hanging approximately one and a quarter inches lower on the right side of your face than its average last week. I like it!”

Sunset raised a carefully-trimmed eyebrow. “You’ve decided to forego basic tact?”

“No, no!” Pinkie rolled her eyes and jiggled her chest, reveling in the wide-eyed attention she was suddenly receiving. “Check it out, my boobies got bigger!”

“Oh, darling, congratulations!” said Rarity from among the chorus of sounds of astonishment and praise. “Although I must say, I wouldn’t have thought you’d have the money for that, living slash working at a diner.”

“Huh?” Pinkie tilted her head at her. “Ohhhh! You mean… oh! No, no, these babies are all natural!” She put her hands to her chest and rolled her boobs around blissfully through her shirt. “Well, they’re not machine-made, at least. You see, me and Twilight—“

“…Twilight,” said Twilight, and blushed hotly as everyone looked at her, “is an alicorn princess! That’s me! And just like how I made you two gain wings, and you two horns”—she pointed at their friends in turn as she spoke—“my presence apparently increased Pinkie Pie’s bust size! You know, by inexplicable undirected magic!”

“Ah, is that all.” Applejack nodded in satisfaction. “I should ask, Twi, you ain’t plannin’ on doin’ the same thing to me, are you?”

“Not that I’m aware of.”

“Good.” Applejack hoisted her own apple rack up a little through her thick farming shirt to demonstrate, and Pinkie whistled quietly. “Booby McGillicutty and Tits McGee here suit me just fine like they are, thank you very much.”

Sunset Shimmer clapped her hands, and the rest of the table fell silent, save for Rainbow Dash, who was still munching away. Pinkie had noticed Sunset silently comparing their busts after the announcement, and she looked to be satisfied with the results, understandably enough. Even magically enhanced, Pinkie’s new boobies fell short of Sunset’s sun set by quite a ways. “Well,” she said, “that’s definitely a rare bit of magic! When should we expect the party, Pinkie?”

“No party!” Pinkie said, and giggled at the astonishment this caused. “Don’t worry, I brought something special instead. We’ll all have a toast!”

“Pinkie—“ Twilight’s eyes turned unnaturally huge as Pinkie pulled a tall, unlabeled bottle of pink liquid from her fuzzy pink backpack. “Is that…?”

Pinkie giggled some more. “Oh, you know you want some! And check it, I’ve got cups for everyone, too, in case of cup-related emergencies! Although—” she winked impishly “—my cup size seems to have gotten a bit bigger since I put them here!”

Pinkie began to pour the bottle into the seven cups. She’d gotten very little homework done over the weekend, for a variety of reasons, starting with the mental summons to greet Twilight at the magic portal but continuing on past their hmm, encounters, at Sugarcube Corner. Fortunately all of her teachers thus far had been understanding that the magical reappearance of her friend from another dimension had taken a lot of her attention, but then she hadn’t exactly told them that the last part of the weekend had been her own fault entirely.

Cleaning up afterwards had gone pretty much exactly as usual. She’d strapped a pair of mops to her feet, put on her fuzzy headphones, and skated across the room with naked boobies bouncing joyously, until everything was all clean and she hadn’t slipped and fallen more than half a dozen times at most. But in the aftermath, when she was picking herself up from the floor for the last time, she’d gotten to wondering about her newfound breast milk, like how good it was, not just why it tasted like strawberries and existed in the first place. So she’d squeezed out a little more, and tasted it, and then a little more, and then a little more, and soon she’d decided that she really had to share it with all her closest friends.

The rest of the evening had been set aside exclusively for lactation, which never seemed to get old, no matter how long it took to fill the entire bottle. Every time her milk supply started running low, a good old-fashioned masturbation session seemed to fill her right back up again, a fact she didn’t see much reason to question. By the time she finally went to bed, she’d been alternatingly fingering herself and massaging her titties for hours, and was exhausted in what had to be the best way possible. But she had her bottle full, and all it took was a lost evening and a massive breakfast the next day.

Rarity was eying her cup with some concern, eyelashes lifted delicately. “Pinkie, this isn’t alcoholic, is it? I understand the urge to drink a toast, but we are on school grounds.”

“What? Oh, no, no, no!” Pinkie laughed gaily and held her cup up in front of her. “It’s just strawberry milk, Rarity. Nothing to worry about!” She smiled around at them and downed her cup in one massive gulp.

It was a bit warm from sitting in her backpack, but otherwise delicious. Even if it couldn’t have been very energy efficient to drink her very own milk, the taste more than made up for it, free and airy but not quite as airy as boring old water, the taste of strawberries just strong enough to bring her dreams of springtime and gay romping, but not so strong as to overwhelm the milky flavor altogether. The milk splashed about her inner cheeks, lighter than the regular cow milk which always threatened to weigh down her throat, and it cleaned out any gunky-tasting spots in her mouth and replaced them all with warmth and happiness and of course strawberries. It even made her feel like she was drinking something really healthy, full of vitamins and other such words she wasn’t really familiar with, only without all the added baggage of something icky like Brussels sprouts. No wonder babies drank this stuff… milk was truly the water of life.

“That’s quite good,” said Sunset, and Pinkie tittered as she brushed a little of the milk off her face with one hand. “Today you have earned my friendship.”

“Dashed if I can tell what it is, though,” said Applejack. She was running her tongue around her lips to catch additional droplets, much like Fluttershy, but with a curious expression. “Doesn’t taste like any cow’s milk I’ve ever had, nor goat neither. A bit creamy, I guess, and more protein than I’d have thought, and the strawberries are awful well-blended. You didn’t go and get us some yak’s milk, did you, Pinkie? I’ve heard curious things about yaks.”

Pinkie glanced at Twilight, who was still drinking and clearly avoiding looking at anyone, and then leaned toward Applejack, eyes half-lidded, boobies squashed against the surface of the table. “Nope! I made it myself!”

“Yourself?” Rarity looked back and forth between Pinkie and her cup, lips pursed attractively. “But surely you don’t own any farm animals, unless… wa ha ha!” She screamed in that unfortunate way that only Rarity could scream, the way that made every student in the whole cafeteria start looking at her, and fell backwards out of her chair. She stared up at Pinkie Pie with her hair and skirt billowed out around her, providing a tantalizing glimpse of gem-studded purple panties just long enough to stir up a little fire in Pinkie’s nipples. “Pinkie,” she said, with everybody listening, “are we drinking your breast milk?!” There was a thudding sound as someone somewhere fainted.

Pinkie grinned helplessly. “Yep! Natural strawberry flavoring and all. Pretty good, huh?”

“It is very good, actually,” said Fluttershy quietly. “Um, thank you.”

Rarity stared. “Good?” She rose to her feet, accepting an offered hand from Sunset to help her up, and quickly gathered up her things. “Pinkie Pie, it doesn’t matter it’s good or not, though I will admit I have tasted far worse so I suppose you are to be congratulated. But there is nothing fashionable about drinking breast milk. It is a beverage for babies, and Rarity”—she strode off, head held high—“is not a baby!”

Applejack pushed her own chair back from the table and stood, hoisting her messenger bar around her shoulder. “I’m with Rare,” she said. “I don’t know what your game is, Pinkie, but I don’t appreciate your goin’ around sexualizin’ everything. Come on, Rainbow, let’s get. You promised to take my sis’s friend flyin’, remember?”

“Huh? Oh, right!” Rainbow rose up into the air and followed Applejack in a slow hover, having apparently abandoned walking entirely. “Bye, Pinkie, everyone! Thanks for the milk!”

Pinkie gulped. This wasn’t going as she’d planned it at all, though admittedly her plan had been little more than giving everyone milk and then everyone would praise her and tell her she was sexy and beautiful. At least Fluttershy didn’t seem upset at all, and Twilight was only looking uncomfortable, shoulders hunched while she stared at her drink, but not actually angry. “Sunny?” she asked. “What do you think?”

Sunset Shimmer played with her masses of golden hair for a few seconds before she too stood up. There was a ghost of a smile flickering about her lips. “I’m afraid I can’t stay either,” she said. “I just remembered, uh, I have to polish my, uh… schadenfreude.” She marched away in a pyre of flowing hair and jacket, and Pinkie stared sadly at the table and her empty milk cup.

Twilight awkwardly cleared her throat. Her wings were curled behind her, drooping limply, and she ran a hand through the slightly greasy hair to the right side of her horn. “I’m sorry about all that, Pinkie,” she said eventually. “Pony you has troubles with social norms too, but I’m not very familiar with the taboo structure here just yet, so I didn’t know if I should say anything.”

Fluttershy gently patted the top of Pinkie’s head through her massive curls, which grew slowly back into place afterwards. “It’s not your fault,” she said softly. “Um, some people just hold very outmoded ideas about public sexuality. You can’t let that stop you from doing what you feel is right. Um, I don’t think Rainbow Dash was even mad at all, and the others will come around…”

Pinkie pulled her face up from the table and looked at Twilight and Fluttershy. There was a lot she wanted to say to both of them, and for that matter do to both of them, but none of that seemed very appropriate with the other one present. Anyway, she didn’t feel very hungry anymore, not after Applejack had acted so betrayed by her, and she didn’t feel much like talking, either, which was a really weird sensation. But she had a whole lot of time until her next class to get her feelings sorted out and get back in tip-top Pinkie shape, so she said goodbye to Fluttershy and Twilight and wandered off to think about stuff until she felt all better. People who were upset seemed to spend a lot of time thinking about how upset they were, so that had to be a good solution, or else they wouldn’t keep doing it, right?

The halls of Canterlot High were still pretty empty, with most of the students still at lunch, but some people did pass her, and she found she had become the center of attention. Some just stared at her breasts, though she felt too mopey to enjoy that or even show off for their appreciation, while others whispered not-too-quietly about milk. Pinkie wasn’t at all sure what she was supposed to do. Was a party going to solve this? What kind of party? Taboos were pretty serious business. Beating Sunset Shimmer last year had honestly been pretty straightforward, just rally her friends together and get the rest of the school to follow suit, but if Rarity and Applejack were among the people she’d just made all uptight, then what? Maybe Sunset too, unless that was just how she acted all the time, which was also possible. Pinkie could never quite tell if Sunset was still evil or not.

“Pinkie Pie!” A short, light-beige-skinned girl with long, flowing, pointy dark green hair ran up to her. She wore a white necklace over her tan shirt and skirt, with a single white diamond which sparkled as she ran, plus a wide brown straw hat, and her cheeks looked really big and round.

“That’s me,” said Pinkie. “How are you?” She marveled at how dead her voice sounded all of a sudden.

“Oh, I’m fine,” said the girl. She had soft green eyes under eyelashes that looked like they had been roughly plucked and maintained, and her voice was just a little nasally. “I’m Sweet Leaf, by the way, one of Fluttershy’s friends. She said that you weren’t doing so great.”

Pinkie blinked. Oh, of course, the eco kids! Fluttershy had hung out with them all the time back when Sunset Shimmer had made the school all divided, and it made sense that they’d still be friendly even after Fluttershy had reunited with her and Dashie and the rest. She kind of liked the eco kids… if nothing else, they had very fun-looking ideas about fashion, lots of ribbons and funny hats and things.

“Anyway,” said Sweet Leaf, “I just wanted to give you this.” She stepped forward and wrapped Pinkie in a big hug in the middle of the hallway, and Pinkie, pleasantly startled, hugged back. She could feel her boobs squeezing against Sweet Leaf’s own smaller ones, maybe nectarine-sized… it was a new feeling, but definitely one she could get used to. Sweet Leaf’s hair smelled like grass and morning dew and Pinkie reveled in it.

After about a minute, Sweet Leaf pulled back and looked serious, her thick rough hands resting on Pinkie’s upper arms. “Believe in the Mother, and She will provide,” she said solemnly, and then brightened up again. “Oh, and if you’re really feeling down, there’s a girls’ bathroom on the third floor behind Mr. Blueblood’s classroom that no one ever goes in. You might want to check it out. Good luck!”

Pinkie nodded, a little bewildered. She wasn’t used to strange girls running up and hugging her, although come to think of it, that was a definite problem in her life. Why shouldn’t she be used to that? If nothing else, maybe she could play the role of the strange girl and could run up and hug other people, though she might need to get rid of this little social oopsy she had going on first. “Thanks, Sweet Leaf!” she said. “You’re pretty neat.”

Sweet Leaf ran off, laughing, her long green hair swirling behind her. “Thank you!” she called behind her, and Pinkie smiled. She liked people who didn’t just go in for boring old walking. Dashie flew, and Pinkie bounced, and Twilight had said that sometimes she teleported, and apparently Sweet Leaf just ran everywhere. That was all good! She headed off to check out this mysterious third-floor bathroom, this time making sure to remember to put a proper bounce in her steps as she went, and maybe giggle a little too while she was at it.

Her jaw dropped to the floor as she entered the bathroom; Sweet Leaf was clearly right that hardly anyone went in this place, or at least, hardly any school officials. Instead the eco kids had transformed it into their palace. The walls had been painted tan and dark green, much like Sweet Leaf herself, and crawling vines grew in through the open window and down to the Astroturf-covered floor. Sweet-smelling eucalyptus leaves were pasted along the outsides of the toilet stalls, and their doors had been replaced with free-hanging bamboo curtains. Even the air smelled fresher than in the rest of Canterlot High. Pinkie Pie wondered how many other parts of the school there were hidden away like this, and if there were any she could claim for herself to create a secret party emporium.

It was definitely relaxing. Pinkie crossed over to one of the sinks and giggled to discover that it had been filled with shining pebbles, as if someone had tried to create the illusion of a tiny stream. She poked at the grass beneath her boots, noticing it felt quite soft and welcoming despite being fake. Trying to grow real grass inside of a school was probably a little beyond even the eco kids’ devotion levels. Still, she was seriously considering taking off her massive boots and relaxing her toes when she suddenly heard a sound from one of the stalls, and froze. There was someone else in the room. It was, of course, a school bathroom, but she still felt like she was disturbing somebody’s privacy.

Pinkie breathed as quietly as she knew how, straining to hear better. If this was such a private space, there was a chance that this other person had come in here to cry, and if so, surely it was Pinkie’s job to find a way to cheer them up. She did have some unused balloons in her backpack, and also a novelty pump to blow them up with. So she listened closely, but the sounds were not tears. Instead, she heard panting, gasping, and occasional quiet moaning. Someone was masturbating in there! Probably a girl, since it was after all a girls’ bathroom… either way, how exciting!

And not such a bad idea, either. Pinkie Pie idly scratched her head, and noticed her nipples beginning to poke through her stretched shirt as she thought about it. Masturbation was all about release… well, pleasure first, but also release. And she did have a lot of stress suddenly piled up that it would be nice to release, especially if she was going to visit the school doctor’s office later to figure out what was going on with her boobs. Doctors liked their patients relaxed, as she understood it, and she would be a pretty bad patient if she kept on fretting about Applejack and Rarity and optionally Sunset. Masturbation was the only possible solution.

Pinkie carefully sidled into the stall next to the one she’d heard the noises from. It wasn’t exactly subtle, but then Pinkie wasn’t exactly subtle, and she reasoned that maybe they could masturbate together and it would be hotter that way. She peeked under the open space under the wall to the next stall, but couldn’t see any details of her new partner. Whoever it was had to be sitting on the toilet and pressing their legs against the walls, or else she would be able to see some boots at the very least. Well, let them be a big mystery pants if they wanted to be; she could get off on mystery.

Making sure the toilet seat cover was down—she was unsurprised to find it decorated with more Astroturf—Pinkie climbed gingerly on top of the toilet, sat down, and spread her legs out in front of her. It was a little awkward, mostly because of the cramped space, but she could definitely see how the mystery masturbator could find it arousing with her legs all spread and everything. Pinkie pulled her much-stretched white shirt up around her neck and hefted one milky pink tit in her hand. It sloshed the tiniest bit as she squeezed it, a sign that her delicious milk was in there, waiting to spurt out at her say-so or even without.

Next she pushed her skirt down to her knees, offering full view of her blossoming sex shack to the world, at least if there hadn’t been a bamboo curtain in the way and the bathroom hadn’t been nearly empty to begin with anyway. The toilet seat Astroturf tickled her bare butt cheeks deliciously, threatening to poke into her pussy, and she giggled. There was a sudden silence from the adjacent stall, followed finally by brief, feminine, nervous laughter. The other person was definitely a girl, Pinkie decided, though she wasn’t quite skilled enough to recognize anyone in school by the sound of them laughing quickly and quietly.

Pinkie began to stroke at her pussy, thumbing at her bliss button and breathing out long sighs, partly from pleasure and partly to assure the girl next door that there was nothing to worry about. It must have worked, for soon the panting and whimpering resumed, still quiet, but gradually increasing in intensity. Pinkie smiled, kneading and caressing her tits one after the other, loving the feel of her flesh being big and heavy enough to rest against her hands and even flop out of them, and wondered who could possibly be over there next to her.

She didn’t know the eco kids too well, really. Besides Sweet Leaf, there was that one tallish girl with the big blue hair who wore pants all the time, named something like Flower Child, and maybe some guy with a beard, and who else? Oh, well, Fluttershy of course. Teehee, wouldn’t it be funny if it turned out to be Fluttershy diddling herself next to her? A sudden thrill ran through Pinkie’s body, suggesting it would be a little more than just funny! She spurted on both ends, pussy juices trickling out through her fingers and a few droplets of milk firing from the nipple she was squeezing.

Pinkie lay back, happily rubbing away, and imagined Fluttershy coming out of that other stall, excited, naked as the day she was born, and coming into Pinkie’s stall to see what was up. There she stood, wings furled, gargantuan golden globes heaving, staring at Pinkie’s wide-open pussy with lust in her delicate teal eyes. “Pinkie Pie!” said imaginary Fluttershy. “I, um, I want to have lots of, um, hot naked lesbian sex with you, um, yay.”

Pinkie Pie moaned in ecstasy. A similar moan followed from the other stall.

“Please, Fluttershy,” she whimpered in her imagination. “I need you. I need you so much.” Imaginary Fluttershy walked toward her, and leaned forward, and Pinkie buried her face in those elephantine exoplanets, nuzzling and sucking and licking greedily at anything she could find but mostly reveling in the feeling of Fluttershy’s bosom everywhere around her, breasts on all sides everywhere she could see, soft and yielding as heaven. Pinkie and the girl in the next stall panted in unison, and a small torrent of milk erupted from Pinkie’s breasts, some of which she caught in one hand and pressed hungrily to her lips. She licked her fingers clean and pressed her hand back to her boobs, massaging the spit from her tongue into them. The other girl gasped, and Pinkie joined her a moment later, driving her other hand deep into her hotly dripping pussy.

Imaginary Fluttershy took imaginary Pinkie Pie’s hand and guided it down to her pussy. Imaginary Fluttershy’s pubic hair was much the same as her head hair, so straight and long and plentiful that it covered her love hole completely, but imaginary Pinkie pushed the hair aside and stuck her fingers far inside, trying to drink in imaginary Fluttershy’s juices through her skin. “Oh, yes,” imaginary Fluttershy said, her voice an anguished growl. “Touch me, um, touch me.” She pressed her tits to imaginary Pinkie’s chest, leaned in, and licked imaginary Pinkie’s ear. “I, um, want to be dirty,” she said, and real Pinkie squealed pitifully.

As imaginary Pinkie caressed and explored imaginary Fluttershy’s pussy, real Pinkie did the same to her own. Her own pubic hair, curly instead of straight, was thoroughly matted down with her juices and milk as she spread them around her body, and her boobs ached for release. She stretched and pinched at her nipples, tasting over and over again the strawberry milk that came dripping teasingly forth, and oohed and ahhed, knowing it was almost over, knowing she couldn’t take it much longer…

“Ahh… oh… oh, oh, oh, Pinkie Pie!”

Pinkie froze, milk-laden fingers halfway down to her pussy lips. She had not said that. Even imaginary Fluttershy hadn’t said that. Who had said that?”

“Ahhhhh, Pinkie, yes! Fuck me!”

The other girl had said that! Pinkie thrilled with unadulterated delight at the idea that mere feet away, in the next stall, that girl was getting off to the idea of having sex with her, Pinkie Pie, school party planner with the magic boobies. Either she’d happened along at just exactly the right time, or this was a much more common occurrence than she’d have thought, and either option struck her as perfectly all right!

Pinkie redoubled her efforts, kneading her boobs in a frenzy, not sure if they hadn’t grown a bit more while she’d been fingering herself or if that was just the lust talking. She smeared her juices all over them, gasping, pretending it was imaginary Fluttershy who did it, and abandoned all efforts to keep quiet. She was shouting now, not so much sentences as sounds of pure carnal desire, and the other girl was matching her shout for shout, scream for scream.

“Ah! Oh, yes! Pet me, pet me!”

“Yes, Pinkie! Please, don’t stop, don’t stop!”

“Ooh, ahh, yes, almost there, please…”

“Ahh…”

“Oh!”

“Pinkie Pie!!!” The stall rocked around Pinkie Pie, and she heard the other girl collapsing to the floor, but she couldn’t take the time to try to see who it was. She was so close, so close, stroked herself just a little more, and then it all paid off and milk gushed from her bulging, grateful tits, spraying the walls, the floor, her hands and clothes, anything within range. She screamed. “Ahhhhhhh! Fluttershy!!!”

“Eep!”

Pinkie heard the other bamboo curtain pushed aside, quickly followed by the sound of running footsteps leaving the bathroom and passing quickly out of earshot. She shakily pulled herself out of her own stall, skirt still down around her ankles and shirt pulled up as far as it would go, all her goods fully on display. The other girl had indeed vanished. She knelt down to examine the artificial grass below, and found a trail of cum splashes leading out the door, showing just how much of a hurry the other girl had been to escape in.

Curiously, Pinkie turned around and looked into the other stall. Her pussy gushed at the sight and more milk leapt from her nipples, falling unattended to the grass below, as she stared at the three yellow wing feathers lying before her.

Well, that was going to make for one very interesting next meeting.

But first, she thought, posing for herself in front of one of the bathroom mirrors and deciding that her coral cushions had definitely gotten bigger again, she really needed to pay that visit to the doctor’s office.