Author's Notes:

Recently, in light of waning interest/views and growing negativity from readers, I’ve come to the decision that I no longer have the drive to spend time on this story. Therefore, I will be publishing the rest of it unedited. This means that most of what you will be reading (after the next few chapters) will be first draft, so expect errors in syntax and continuity, etc. I tend to revise a lot of the nuances when I revisit chapters for proofreading, so certain scenes or ideas might seem a little off from here on out.

Thanks and enjoy.

Chapter 143

“It’s OK, guys... I…” Pinkie Pie trailed off to deliver a deep, wide-mouthed yawn. “Humm… sorry.”

Rarity reached out to pat the party-pooped girl’s shoulder. “Still, darling, I feel obligated to apologise for things not working out. I know Golds tried his very best.”

Pinkie shrugged. “But that was the whole point, Rare-Bear. That’s obviously how it was meant to be.” She raised a finger. “The universe has spoken!”

“Hmph!” Fluttershy scowled. “Well I disagree. The universe is a big meanie.”

Pinkie giggled. “It’s OK, Fluttershy! It’s nobody’s fault, not even yours—since you’re technically the one who ended it.”

Fluttershy hung her head and sighed, making Pinkie cringe at herself.

I was leaning on the door with my boots on, ready to leave. “No, you’re right. It was nobody’s fault. There was no way I was getting through that —not with you four. Plus the order was completely random; anyone could have ended it.”

Rarity sighed, reaching around Fluttershy for a one-armed hug. “That’s right. It happened the way it was meant to. And whichever unorthodox method Pinkie Pie wants to use to decide her future is her choice, and I respect that.” She faced the party-girl, smirking. “And with you, darling, I should have expected nothing less. If nothing else, we at least had an exciting time.”

“Thanks, Rare-Bear,” Pinkie replied, stifling another yawn. “And yeah… it was pretty… aaauugh!... Pretty crazy.”

Rarity stuck her bottom lip out when she saw her friend yawning again. “Oh dear, you poor thing! We’d better be on our way so you can get some rest.”

“Oh…” Pinkie looked somewhat vulnerable, like she wasn’t fond of the idea of being alone. “OK, uh… well, thanks for coming over. It was super fun!”

“And thank you for having us. It’s a shame that Sunset couldn’t stay longer, but as we know, she had prior engagements.”

Pinkie shrugged and waved it off. “Nah. It was still super-cool of her to stop by. It was fun having her play with us.”

The four of us stood in silence for a moment, unsure of how to end the visit without discomfort or awkwardness.

Finally, Pinkie drew a breath and shrugged. “Well… I guess I’d better change the sheets if I’m going to bed.” She spun around and disappeared into her room, leaving me and my girlfriends to look around at once another, concerned.

“Er…darling?” Rarity said to me. “Would you mind… staying with her?”

I furrowed my brows. “Me? Why?”

The fashionista glanced over her shoulder at Pinkie’s room before leaning in to whisper. “I’m worried about her. Someone should stay behind to keep an eye on her—in case she does something to harm herself.”

I raised a brow. “You think she’d do that?”

“I don’t know, darling. I know that she was more cheery than usual tonight, but something is still not right. It didn’t feel genuine. After everything that’s happened, I simply cannot believe that she’s gotten better just like that; and there’s no telling how she’s really feeling after her little game ended in failure.”

I drew a breath, looking up at the ceiling. Rarity had a point. “So… why don’t we all stay then?”

Rarity and Fluttershy glanced at each other.

“We… have some things to discuss, my love. Girl things; you wouldn’t understand.”

I nodded dubiously. “Right. And it has nothing to do with you two being a couple of horn-dogs after Pinks’ game?”

“Tsh!” Rarity tapped my shoulder, tittering at the remark. “Oh, darling! We’re just going back to my place for a bit to… express some things… to each other.”

I rolled my eyes, looking to the side. “Yeah.” I faced the girls again, swirling my fingers next to my temple like a psychic. “For some reason I’m envisioning the number sixty-nine. Now why would that be?”

Rarity shrugged and shook her head. “I’m at a complete loss, darling. I don’t know.” She turned around to step into her boots, prompting Fluttershy to do the same.

I sighed, stepping aside to give them space. “Fine.”

“Don’t worry, Goldie.” Fluttershy patted my shoulder. “I know you’ll take good care of her. And it’ll make me and Rare feel a whole lot better knowing you’re here with her.”

“Sounds like you two’ll be feeling pretty good regardless,” I replied.

Fluttershy smiled and leaned closer. “If it makes you feel better, I’ll be thinking of you while I’m eating her out for the next four hours.”

I drew a breath and nodded. “Fair enough.”

The shy girl plopped a kiss on my lips, and then put her cheek to mine to whisper into my ear. “Now you be a good boy and look after Pinkie Pie; and if you get the chance, make sure you inseminate the shit out of her.”

My head fell back when the shy girl withdrew, reaching out to open the door. “Aaaand the truth comes out.”

Rarity approached me, giggling. “Motives, darling. Everything has a purpose. Besides, you don’t need us here for that.” She leaned in to plant those soft, white lips on mine. “Mwah! Good luck!” Fluttershy was already in the hall when Rarity stepped through the door, pausing halfway to look back. “Good night, Pinkie Pie! Rest well!”

Pinkie emerged from her bedroom just then, carrying an armful of bedding. “Bye, guys!” she said, dropping the pile onto the floor by the front closet. “Thanks for coming!”

Rarity pointed at me. “Er… actually, Golds is going to stay behind to keep you company, if you don’t mind. Fluttershy and I have some business to attend to.”

The party-girl’s face went blank. “Really?” she asked, looking at me.

“Uh…” I had to think fast. “I kinda wanted to… finish watching ‘Phantasm,’ if that’s cool.”

Pinkie’s mouth dropped open. “Oh… OK. Sure!” she said, forcing a smile.

“Alright then, ta-ta!” Rarity sang, abruptly closing the door behind her.

Pinkie Pie and I stood motionless in the dark, staring at one another.

After an awkward moment, I cleared my throat. “So? Uh…”

“Uh, right.” Pinkie spun on one heel, pointing to the living room. “’Phantasm.’”

Stepping out of my boots, I watched that curvy figure head for the couch, her shapely legs and backside squeezed into those tight jean shorts, the profile of her impressive bust protruding past her arm, bouncing in step as she crossed the room. Her hair was still up, an array of pretty, pink loops swaying from the back of her head.

“I’m actually kinda glad you’re sticking around, Goldie-Woldie,” she said as she glanced back toward me, making me wonder if she’d noticed me ogling her figure. “I was hoping I wouldn’t have to finish the movie by myself!”

I scratched my temple, taking a step to follow her. “Yeah. I, uh—“ I stopped suddenly, reaching down to adjust my pants, reminded of how the game ended by the damp feeling under my clothes. “Actually… Pinks?”

She stopped to look back at me.

“Do you mind if I use your shower real quick first? My junk is kinda crusty... er, slimy, I guess… from the game.”

She stared for a moment. “Oh… yeah, go ahead. I guess those girls messed you up pretty good didn’t they?”

I nodded. “Yeah. Thanks, Pinks. I’ll be quick.”

“Eh…” She sighed and moped her way back from the couch. “I’m kinda tired, actually. I don’t know if I wanna stay up that long.”

This surprised me. “You sure? I won’t be long.”

She shook her head. “Nah, take your time. It’ll be too late to finish the movie if you’re gonna have a shower first.”

I paused, my eyes darting around until they found the clock on her microwave. It was 12:05. This was strange behaviour coming from Pinkie; she was never one to call it a night so early. “Alright, if that’s… I mean, if you’re tired, then… yeah. I guess I’ll see you in the morning.”

Pinkie smiled and nodded. “OK. Night-night, Goldie-Woldie.”

And with that, she disappeared into her room and turned the light on to find a fresh bedspread.

I watched her through the open door for a moment and then shook my head, stepping into the bathroom. Rather than take a quick shower, I made use of the building’s unlimited supply of hot water to soak for nearly twenty minutes. This wasn’t very responsible of me and I knew it; for all I knew, she could have left or jumped to her death off the balcony —despite not having the impression that she would do any of these things— but still, I found my mind too preoccupied by the events of the night to push myself to get out and check on her. It was hard not to replay certain parts of that game in my mind over and over again—it’s not every day a guy has four gorgeous women take turns trying to get him off using different parts of their bodies.

It was hard to believe that even Pinkie herself had pleasured me. That in itself was exciting, but I was still disappointed that she remained fully clothed the entire time.

Eventually, I shut the water off and stepped out. I found a pink towel to dry off with, and as I did, I took a look around her bathroom. It wasn’t the most organized space I’d ever seen, but it wasn’t a mess, either.

Hm. She gets naked in here, I thought, wishing the walls could talk or somehow show me pictures of what they’d seen. I gave my head a shake, trying to remember the fact that the poor girl had been through some extremely challenging times, and that I should be concerned for her well-being rather than wanting to see her tits.

After re-dressing in clothes that smelled like sex, I quietly exited the bathroom and took a quick look around. Her apartment was quiet and dark. Pinkie was nowhere to be seen, and her bedroom lights were off, leaving it bathed in pitch blackness.

Not wanting to disturb her by shining a light in there, I turned to look at the front entrance. My boots were still sitting right in front of the door, which meant she couldn’t have gone anywhere; it would have been impossible to open the door without moving them first.

I glanced at the balcony next. It looked undisturbed, but I still felt the urge to go check. On my way past the couch, however, I spied a set of headphones. Figuring I could listen to some music, I grabbed them and headed for the balcony, sliding the door open to step outside into the brisk wind.

After putting the headphones on, I took my phone out and plugged them in. With a classic rock playlist underway, I placed my hands on the railing and leaned over to look down at the parking lot below.

As expected, all was quiet.

I turned around and leaned with my back on the rail, facing into the apartment. Despite being satisfied that my prediction was correct, I still felt a slight pang of guilt for staying in the shower for so long. My girlfriends had charged me with looking after their friend, and even though the risk was small, I took it nonetheless, and I probably shouldn’t have.

Everything was well, though, so I figured there wasn’t much use in dwelling on it. I spent some time listening to music as I kept an eye out for activity inside the apartment—sounds, movement, lights coming on, et cetera.

The cold breeze latched onto the moisture that remained after the shower, chilling my skin. I smacked my lips, noticing my mouth felt pasty and dry. This made me stop and think: when was the last time I drank water?

This would happen to me front time to time; the need to drink water to survive didn’t exist for me, and sometimes I would go for long periods without realising it until I noticed myself becoming dehydrated. A night like this certainly didn’t help, either; Pinkie’s oddly-named game did a good job of relieving me of a fair bit of moisture.

Even though I rather enjoyed standing outside listening to music, the wind was quite effective at sweeping away whatever dampness was left in me. Annoyed by my dry lips and a pasty mouth, I decided to go inside for a glass of water.

After sliding the balcony door shut, I set my phone down with the headset and headed for the sink. I opened the cupboard in search of a glass, but found plates instead. After closing that one, I moved to the next one and opened it.

Jackpot.

I took a tall glass from the shelf, and when I did, I noticed a pair of baby blue eyes peeking out at me from the darkness beyond, one above the other.

“Hiya, Goldie! Whatcha doin?”

“Why’re you in the cupboard, Pinks?” I asked sternly.

“I dunno,” she replied. “Are ya thirsty?”

I sighed and closed the cupboard door. After filling the glass from the tap, I began to chug the water down, watching over the glass as the cupboard door opened slowly, pushed by a pink index finger from the inside. I’m sure this would have been frightening to most people.

“Sooooo…?” she said, as if I somehow knew the answer.

I set the empty glass on the counter. “So… what?”

“You wanna do it?”

Flummoxed, I gave my head a quick shake. “What!? I thought we lost?”

Pinkie giggled. “That was just a game, silly! It’s over now; we can do whatever we want!”

“Ugh!” I huffed, rubbing my face in frustration. “Lemme get this straight: we went through that whole thing, lost, and now you just wanna go ahead and do it anyway?”

“Yeah, basically.”

I smacked my lips, deciding I needed a second glass of water. After a refill, I lifted the glass to drink.

While I did, I ruminated on this revelation, and the shock and frustration I initially felt began to melt away. This was a good thing. I could finally see Pinkie naked! After almost a full year of waiting patiently, biding my time, this was finally my chance to see those massive, pink tits.

After emptying the glass a second time, I set it down with a clunk, resolving to not look pathetically eager. “OK. Let’s go.”

As I turned to walk away, however, Pinkie called out to me.

“Uh, Goldie?”

I turned back to look into the cupboard at her.

“Do you think you could help me get out of here?” she asked, her body shifting around behind the other doors. Obviously, she was lying on her side, and the cupboards didn’t have dividers inside them, allowing her to stretch out from one end to the other. She grunted softly, looking down at herself. “It took me like, half an hour to get in here.”

I sighed, rolling my eyes. “Why… like… how did you even know I was gonna want a glass of water?” I asked as I returned to the counter to remove more dishes, setting them on the counter.

“I didn’t!” She replied, sticking her head out to see what I was doing. “I was gonna throw the door open to surprise you, but then you went outside…” She paused for a moment before her eyes lit up again. “But then you came in and went right to me! Haha! It was perfect!”

I shook my head as I removed a stack of bowls and set them down on the counter. “Pinks, d’you wanna know how Flutters propositioned me the first time? I’ll give you a hint: it was nothing like this.”

Pinkie gasped. “She ignored my advice!?”

“Yes, thankfully! No, she came out in her bathrobe and pretended to get lightheaded so I would come and grab her. Then she put the moves on me, and it kind of went from there.”

“Oh, wow! That’s a way better idea! Fluttershy is SO unbelievebaly sexy. Who knew!?” Pinkie exclaimed.

“Yes, she is.”

“Now I’m kinda glad she didn’t listen to me!”

“Yeah… I woulda thought she had brain damage or something.”

Pinkie scowled. “So do you think I have brain damage!?”

“No, you’re just Pinkie.” I reached my hands up to the opening. “Here. Give me your hands.”

Pinkie reached out and put her hands on my shoulders while I looped my arms under hers, placing my hands on her back to drag her out. She grunted as I extracted her from the cupboard, her feet clattering against the dishes as they slid by. When her feet were the only thing left to come out, I shifted my grip on her to hook one hand behind her knees, catching her in my arms when she finally slipped free.

“Wooh!” She threw her head back and giggled, her hair intoxicating me with the scent of strawberries and cream. “Good catch, Goldie! You’re so strong!”

I was unnaturally strong, but Pinkie Pie was also much lighter than she looked; her shapely frame was fluffy and soft—and invitingly warm.

“Ooh!” She tensed up suddenly. “You’re cold!” Pinkie lifted a bare foot to point to her bedroom door with her big toe. “Let’s get you warmed up!”

I carried her across the apartment and entered her room, pausing at the door so she could flip the light switch on with her foot. I set her down next to the bed —which was bare, except for a comforter that’d been draped across it— and she scampered off toward her dresser.

As she rummaged through her belongings, I let my eyes wander the now familiar room and was quick notice a stack of dishes along the left side, next to some white boards leaning against the wall.

“Hey, what’s all that?” I asked, pointing to the stash.

“Hm?” She turned around to see what I was asking about, and then waved it off as she turned back to the dresser. “Oh, I had to take some shelves out so I could fit in the cupboard.”

I paused for a moment, then I looked down at the stuff again. “Wow. That’s dedication.”

Giggling, Pinkie scanned the dresser top once more. “Here it is!” She grabbed a small black box and held it up, spinning around to face me. “You wanna get the lights, Goldie-Woldie?”

I looked over my shoulder at the switch and reached back to flip it off, plunging the room in darkness. After a soft click, the string of Christmas lights, as well as the flood lights, came to life, bathing the room in an intense red glow.

“Huh,” I said, scanning the new surroundings. “These are some quality slut-lights you got goin on here.” I turned to look over my left shoulder, feeling the heat from the flood light that was mounted in the corner, just above the door.

When I returned my eyes to Pinkie, I found her standing with her weight on one leg, letting her hips sway to one side—somewhat awkwardly. “You like?” she asked alluringly, biting her lip. After looking me up and down once more with lidded eyes, she turned around to lean on the dresser, showing off the dimples of her elbows as she let her backside stick out, her jean shorts looking deceptively dark under the red lights.

“Now witness the firepower of this fully armed and operational BOOTY,” she growled, wiggling her hips to shake her derrière for me.

I reached up to rub my forehead. “Oh my god, Pinks,” I chuckled. When I looked up at her again, she was facing me, staring off into space with furrowed brows.

“I’m not sure if that came out right,” she confessed. “Did I make it sound like I was gonna shit myself?”

“Uh…” I scratched the back of my head. “It… could’ve been interpreted that way, I guess, but I knew what you meant. It was good line.”

“Oh… OK.” She nodded.

For a moment, we stood in that deep, red glow, staring at one another in silence. My eyes darted around at nothing in particular, my lips scrunched tight. Pinkie was chewing her thumbnail, staring at my feet.

Finally, I drew a breath, hoping to kill the anxiousness that was building between us. “Is, uh… everything OK?”

Pinkie snapped out of her trance to look up at me. “Huh? Oh… no, I… I think I’m just a bit nervous.”

“Since when do you get nervous?”

She shrugged, looking rather timid. “I dunno. It’s just… I mean…” She looked down at herself. “You get to sleep with really hot women all the time, like Rare-Bear and Fluttershy; but me?” She gave her head a shake. “Look at me.”

I shook my head, scowling. “I am. What’s the problem?”

“I don’t look like them.”

“So?”

“So… it’s been a long time since I… you know.”

“Got laid?”

She nodded.

I gestured to her. “And you think that’s because of how you look?”

She put her hands behind her back and shrugged.

After glaring at her for a moment, I closed my eyes and shook my head. “That’s not why. You look amazing—especially tonight.”

“It’s probably some of it, though…”

“No!”

She sighed and looked off to the side. “Why is it then?”

“I dunno, Pinks.”

“It’s probably that I come on too strong. I scare people off; they think I’m a weirdo, or some kind of serial killer because I’m so wacky and happy all the time.”

“Well…” I rubbed my chin thoughtfully, sighing. “I have seen you hit on married men, and men who live really far away; so you probably shouldn’t do that, but as for everyone else?” I gave my right shoulder a shrug. “Fuck ‘em. If they don’t like you, or if they’re scared of you because you’re a happy, cheerful, lovely, fun and caring person, then I’d say they’re the ones with the problem, not you.”

She took a moment to consider this while she spun her big toe in the carpet. Then she looked up at me. “You think so?”

“Yeah, of course. You deserve better than that, and you could get any guy you want… if you look in the right place.”

She sighed and looked down at the floor. This was surprising; either she didn’t believe me, or something else was bothering her.

“Pinks?”

She looked up at me, forlorn.

“This has nothing to do with being nervous, or self conscious about your looks, does it?”

She immediately began to avoid eye contact when I said this.

I rubbed my temple for a moment, drawing a deep breath as I looked over at the bed. With a long exhale, I went over to sit on the edge of the mattress and then patted the spot beside me—which also happened to be where I was during the game. “Sit down.”

Hands folded, Pinkie reluctantly came over and sat beside me.

I drew a breath and looked down at the floor. “You, uh… seemed cheery tonight. Kinda like your old self.”

She nodded, but said nothing.

“You were smiling, which was nice to see,” I continued. “But… not all of you was happy. Your eyes weren’t smiling. We could all see it, and even though it was nice to see you having fun again, we knew it wasn’t real.”

Pinkie sighed, looking over at my hands, which were resting on my lap. “I did have fun,” she said, very softly. “But you’re right, I wasn’t really happy.”

“Because of your family?”

She closed her eyes, sighed, and nodded.

After watching her for a moment, I reached around the party-girl and pulled her close, hugging her shoulder against my side. “You’ve been through a lot, Pinks. I know it hurts. I’ve lost a lot of people, and I know it’s hard to let go, and you just want to get over it so the pain goes away. But you can’t rush it. It just makes things worse in the long run.”

“I... it’s not just that they’re gone,” she whispered. “It’s how things were left between me and them.”

I nodded. “You weren’t getting along.”

“Yeah. I wanted to fix it, but I didn’t get the chance.”

“But you meant to?”

Pinkie nodded. “Yeah. I just never got around to it; I put it off… I think because I knew it was gonna be hard.”

“So… what, you think that makes you a bad person?”

She paused. “I dunno.”

“If you were thinking about it, that means you cared. You knew things weren’t right, and you wanted to make it better because you loved them. They were your family.”

“I shouldn’t have put it off though.”

“Hey…” I lowered my head so I could look her in the face. “Just because someone else came along and took them away doesn’t make you a bad person. That was on her, not you; you didn’t know that was gonna happen.”

“But… now they’ll never know how I felt.”

“Maybe they felt the same way. I doubt very much that they died not loving you, don’t you?”

Pinkie sighed. “I dunno.”

“Listen…” I straightened up, shifting in my seat to get comfortable. “This might sound a bit harsh, but… they’re gone. They don’t dislike you, and they aren’t mad at you, but they also don’t love you either—because they can’t. Literally. You have nothing to prove to them. It doesn’t matter anymore. What does matter is that you know how you felt, and that the people around you, who are still alive, know how you felt. Your friends, Sonata, me, your sister: we know you loved your family, and that you wanted to make things better.

“You are a positive, wonderful, loving person, Pinks; and the last thing anyone wants is to see you let your own guilt destroy you—and it will, if you let it.” I sat up straight, holding my hands up to frame my next point. “Not dealing with these things properly can mess you up for a long time, if not for good.” I faced her again. “It’s like a broken bone. You can’t leave it the way it is. It needs to be set in place, even though it hurts like hell, because if you don’t, it’s never gonna heal right.”

She paused for a moment, and then looked down and nodded. “I know. You’re right, Goldie.”

I bumped her thigh with mine. “Don’t beat yourself up over how things went—or never went. It makes no difference now, and I’m willing to bet they way they felt about you wasn’t as bad as you think.”

Pinkie looked over at me, swallowing the lump that’d formed in her throat. “Thanks, Goldie,” she said, forcing a shaky smile. “That… some of that was kinda harsh, but… in a weird way, I think I kinda needed to hear it.”

I reached over to give her hand a squeeze, letting my temple rest against hers. “Hang in there, Pinks. I know it sucks, and sometimes there is no easy answer. But you need to remember that the rest of us love you, and that you are and will always be the best sister we’ve ever had.”

Pinkie squeezed my hand in return. She lifted her head to look up at me, her eyes glistening, but heavy-looking. Then she nodded and sniffled. “OK,” was all she could muster before she turned to look past me toward the head of the bed, spying a tempting pair pillows. “I kinda wanna lay down, if that’s OK.”

I glanced in the same direction before releasing her hand so she could move. “Sure,” I said as she crawled across the bed on her hands and knees to the far side, where she rolled onto her back, keeping her head off the pillow just long enough to remove the clip from her hair.

Long, wavy ribbons of pink silk sprawled across the pillow when Pinkie laid her head on the pillow, folding her arms across her chest as she stared wearily at the ceiling.

After watching her for a moment, I sighed, stood and faced the door, looking back at her. “Here, why don’t you get some rest if you’re tired? It’s getting pretty late, and… you look like you could use a good night’s sleep.”

Pinkie’s eyes shifted onto me as I spoke.

I pointed to the door. “I’ll be right out here if you need me, OK? I’ll just hang out on the couch or whatever; and I’ll keep the headphones off so if you need any…“

I trailed off when the party-girl reached over to pat the mattress beside her.

“Could you stay here… with me?” she asked softly. “I would make me feel better if you did.”

The question set off a pang of nervousness in my gut, a solid knot tied tight by her words—and her unusual vulnerability.

After grinding my teeth for a moment, I decided I’d better not make her wait for what would be the inevitable answer. “Sure thing,” I said as I reached down to crawl onto the bed and lie down next to her.

For the next few moments we laid in silence, staring at the ceiling. After a soft sigh from my right, I could see her turn to face me from the corner of my eye. Not knowing what else to do, I turned to face her; even with her face ablaze under those bright red lights, she looked cold and empty.

“I’m sorry, Goldie.”

I furrowed my brows. “For what?”

“For not being much fun tonight. And for… pretending to be OK when I really wasn’t. I was jus trying to…” —her eyes fell to the mattress— “I dunno.”

I shook my head and waved her off. “Don’t be sorry, Pinks. I don’t blame you one bit,” I said, facing the ceiling again. “Sometimes life likes to walk up, hand you a shit sandwich and say: ‘here, eat this.’” I gave a little shrug with my hands. “And sometimes you gotta eat it.”

Pinkie drew a deep breath and released it. “Yeeeaah…”

Not knowing what else to say, I let my eyes wander around the ceiling, studying the cluster of red lights that adorned its border until I felt movement beside me. I glanced over to find Pinkie rolling onto her side, facing away from me as she reached for the nightstand. The sound of a drawer sliding open came next, followed by the sound of crinkling plastic.

She rolled back a moment later with a large red lollipop in her hand. “Do you mind if I…?”

I lifted my hand to wave at the treat. “Not at all.”

Pinkie brought her attention back to the candy to grasp the wrapper, letting the thin, white stick spin loosely between her fingers as the packaging was torn away. After setting the garbage on the nightstand, she stared at the lollipop, spinning by rolling her fingers back and forth.

Then she looked over at me. “Sugar makes me feel better.”

I gave her a smirk. “Go for it, then.”

After one last look and a smack of her lips, Pinkie put the candy in her mouth, leaving only the stick protruding from between her lips. A series of muffled clunks rang from her head as she shifted the sucker around, banging it against her teeth until it ended up stuffed in her cheek, the stick poking out from the left corner of her mouth.

She faced me, her cheek bugled out. “Sho yummy.”

“What kind is it?”

“Scherry watermelon.”

“Nice.”

She pulled the sucker from her mouth and held it toward me. “You wanna try it?”

After staring at the glistening ball of sugar for a moment, I shook my head and gave her a smile. “I’m good.”

Pinkie shrugged one shoulder and popped it into her mouth again.

“Thanks, though,” I added, returning my attention to the lights while she continued to enjoy the rush of flavour. The sensation of formidable warmth drew my attention to the corner above the door, where one of the floodlights was mounted. “Those things kick out some serious heat, eh?”

Holding onto the stick as she sucked, Pinkie let her eyes wander the edges of the ceiling with dozens of glowing, red pinpoints reflecting in her eyes. “Yeah… ish prolly kind of a fire hashard, acshually.”

“You should switch to LEDs.”

“Mm,” she agreed, lips puckered around the stick.

After a short, but content silence, I faced the party-girl to watch her suck noisily on the lollipop. “Good on you, Pinks.”

She turned to me, brow arched. “Hm?”

I pointed at her mouth. “For seeking out ways to feel better; it shows me that you haven’t given up.”

She pulled the sucker from her mouth to look at it. “Well… like I said: I love sweets.” Then she lifted her head to look down at herself. “Of course, that’s also probably why I look like this.”

“Oh, stop.” I rolled my eyes.

She looked at me. “What?”

“You look fine, Pinks.”

She paused for a moment and then sighed, putting the treat back in her mouth. “Goldie?”

“Yeah?”

“What did you mean when you shaid I could have any guy I wanted?”

I looked over at Pinkie, noting again how striking the black eyeliner made her look. “Exactly what it sounds like.”

She scowled in disagreement. “But… I told you, I shcare guysh off. Sho I can’t get any guy I want.”

“I don’t think you really want them, then.”

She watched me for a moment. Then her eyes began to wander the room as she rolled the sucker around in her mouth.

I lifted one hand and continued. “I think you know how to handle yourself. You’ve got the confidence, and you’re certainly not shy; I bet if you came across someone you really wanted to be with, you would have him, hook, line and sinker.”

“You shink sho?”

“Pinks…” —I raised my index finger to being counting my points— “you’re funny, you go out of your way to do nice things for people, you never forget a special occasion, you’re a hell of a baker, AND… you are fuckin sexy as hell.”

Any change of colour in her cheeks would have been impossible to see, but the expression on her face made it obvious she was blushing.

“It’s true,” I insisted. “That first night I met you guys, I remember seeing you at the far end of the table, and I was like: wow! Who’s that?”

She furrowed her brows and smiled dubiously. “No, you didn’t! You were looking at Fluttershy.”

“Well…” I scratched my ear. “I was looking at all of you, to be honest; you guys are all pretty hot. But, yeah…” I drew a breath, tapping my lip as I gazed at the red lights, thinking back to that night. “I was looking at you too, Pinks, make no mistake. You sitting there, bouncing in that chair, and I remember thinking how great it would have been if I saw more of you.”

Pinkie paused at that. Then she looked down at her bust for a few seconds before looking at me with one of those mischievous ‘I know exactly what you’re saying’ kind of grins.

My face began to heat up when I saw this.

She knew. Pinkie Pie was fully aware that I’d been obsessing over her tits for almost a year now.

“I can’t say I’m surprised,” she confessed after pulling the sucker from her lips with a pop. “I have noticed you taking little peeks at them from time to time.” Once again, she held the sucker out to me.

“Sorry,” I said, shaking my head, to which she popped the treat back into her mouth. “I’m a dude; sometimes I can’t help myself. Plus, they’re amazing.”

“Why didn’t you jusht shay shomething?” she asked. “I probably woulda showed then to you if you’d jusht ashked.”

I looked over at her, surprised. “What, that night!?”

“Well…” She glanced up at the ceiling. “Maybe not that night. Rare-Bear would’ve had a hisshy fit.”

“So… what, you just go around showing your boobs to whoever asks?”

“No, not anymore.”

I snorted and rubbed my forehead. “Wow.” Then I brought a hand up and shook it. “Wait, wait… hang on. So… are you saying there a bunch of dudes out there who I am officially jealous of now?”

She let out a soft giggle. “Oh, Goldie! What you even do if you shaw them?”

“What would I do?” I paused and glanced at her. “I dunno. I wouldn’t even know where to begin. I’d probably wanna see the rest of you, to be honest.”

“Really?”

I nodded. “Yeah.”

“And then what would you do? Do you think you would like it?”

“Uh… yeah.”

She giggled again, louder and more girlishly this time. “Sho then what would you do?”

I drew a breath and turned to look Pinkie in the eyes, wondering if I was about to go too far. “I would drink you up like a strawberry milkshake.”

Her eyes widened when I said it, and she was still for a moment before rolling the sucker around her mouth again. “I don’t really know what that meansh… but it shoundsh nice.”

“I’m not actually sure either,” I confessed. “But I would make sure it was nice. For you.”

“Hm.” Pinkie stared thoughtfully at the ceiling for a moment. Then she looked over at me. “I can’t remember the lasht time shomeone did shomething nice like that for me.” She snorted suddenly. “I mean, it’sh been, like, forever shinsh I’ve had hot guy in bed with me.”

This time, it was my turn to feel my cheeks heat up. “Me?”

“I… well…” Pinkie actually stammered a bit. “I mean… yeah. You.”

“Hm.” I looked down at myself. “Well… thanks. I do OK, I guess.”

Pinkie rolled her eyes. “Come on, Goldie; now you’re the one who’sh being modest!”

“No, I’m not.”

“Yesh, you are!” Pinkie insisted with a giggle. “The way you hide all your shecretsh like that, behind a normal-looking guy? Ooh! I think that’sh shuper myshterioush and shexy—and don’t even get me shtarted on that five o’clock shadow.” She reached over to stroke my jaw line with the back of her index finger. “Sho-o-o-o-o rugged…”

The sensation made the corner of my mouth curl up involuntarily, and I quickly turned away when my heart began to flutter. “You’re just… uh…” I cleared my throat and looked at her again. “Anyway… going back to the other, uh… I mean, it’s not like being in bed together is any crazier than some of the things we’ve done already.”

“What do you mean?” Pinkie asked, rolling onto her side to face me. The new position gave an excellent profile of her figure; the slope from her shoulder down to her waist and then up again, over her hip, continuing down her mostly bare thigh.

That curvy landscape caused me to hesitate momentarily, and I had to give my head a little shake to remember exactly what I was saying. “Um… like…” I licked my lip and brought my eyes up to meet hers. “Oh! You masturbated in front of me once.”

Her brows furrowed. “I did!?”

I leaned away slightly and glared at her, surprised. “Yeah, at Flutters’ house. Remember? Right after you heard me and her fuck.”

Her mouth opened suddenly, letting the sucker stick hang loose. “Oh yeah! I forgot about that.”

I smirked and shook my head. “Well, there’s that, and there’s the stuff that happened tonight.”

Pinkie paused for a moment, pursing her lips around that white stick as her cheeks indented, sucking firmly on the candy. “Mm, yeah. Ha! You almosht came in my mouth. Remember that?”

“As a matter of fact, I do.”

“That was crazy.”

“Yeah.”

A soft silence followed. The only sounds were of Pinkie slurping on the lollipop, punctuated by the sound of it clattering against her teeth.

“Sho… what elsh would you do?”

I glanced over at her. “Hm?”

She pulled the sucker out and smacked her lips. “Like… aside from drinking me up like a milkshake.”

Another shot of excitement rang through my midsection; the fact that she had steered the conversation back to this was a welcome one. “Well…”

I hesitated for a moment to watch her, still lying on her side: she’d since brought one knee forward to accentuate her figure, her massive breasts falling to one side and resting on the mattress while she spun the sucker between her lips—which was not symbolic of anything whatsoever. Even so, watching her suck on that shiny red bulb as she gazed at me with those baby blue eyes, bordered by that black lining and those spiky lashes caused a stir down in my pants.

“Um…” I cleared my throat, trying to decide where to begin. “So… you’re totally naked in this scenario?”

She nodded. “Yup.”

“OK… well, I guess I’d start with my hands; and, knowing me, I’d probably go straight for your tits.”

Her brows went up slightly, and she appeared to bear down on the lollipop a little harder. “Would you shqueesh them?”

I nodded. “Oh yeah. I’d squ—wait, no. I’d kiss them all over first, actually. Then I’d squeeze them, and massage them, push them together, pinch them; I would, like, lift them… to feel their weight, to see how heavy they are.”

“Pretty heavy,” she said. “Jusht ashk my back after I’ve been up for twelve hoursh.”

“I don’t doubt it.”

She pulled the sucker out to inspect it. Then she popped it back in her mouth. “Then what?”

“Um….” I rubbed my forehead, thinking. “I’d probably move down from there. I’d let my hands slide down your waist and over your hips; I’d wanna memorise every inch of those curves so that every time I close my eyes I can picture them exactly like they really are.”

“Wow,” she breathed. “That’sh kinda hot. You good at thish, Goldie.”

I gave her a little smile and used the encouragement to continue. “So, from there, I would run my hands down your thighs, past your knees and over your calves to feel their shape. I might even tickle your toes a little—if you’re into that kind of thing.”

“Maybe,” Pinkie giggled. She lifted her leg and pointed it straight into the air, pointing her toes at the ceiling. “Do you like shapely legsh?”

I took a moment take in the sight of that leg, appreciating its smooth skin, the swell of her calf and how it transitioned into that narrow ankle, the girth of her juicy thigh, squeezed tightly by the hem of those short, tattered cut-offs. “I like these ones,” I said, looking at her again.

She giggled softly and brought her leg down. “Then what?”

I smacked my lips. “I think… I would go behind you and kneel down so I could check out your butt.”

Pinkie’s brows shot up. “Check it for what? To shee if it’sh too big?”

I rolled my eyes. “No. I mean, it’s bigger, yeah, but that doesn’t mean it’s not nice. It still has a nice shape, and it’s proportioned well with the rest of your figure.”

“What would you do to it?”

“I’d squeeze it first. Then I’d give a spank, just to see it shake. I might even bite it a little.”

“Ooh, naughty! Hehe! Then what?”

“I might kiss it. Maybe even lick it, too.” I drew a breath through my nose and faced her. “Then I would grab your cheeks and spread them apart so I can have a peek at your small thermal exhaust port, only two meters wide.”

“Hahahaha!” Pinkie placed her hand on my shoulder and buried her face against my arm, her body bouncing with laughter. “Right below the main port! Good one, Goldie-Woldie! Hehehe!”

After a quiet chuckle of my own, I looked down at her and was hit by a wave of strawberry cream scent, delivered to me by her new proximity. “All Death Star jokes aside, where would you want me to take it from there?”

Pinkie moved her head from my arm to let it rest on the pillow —the same one I was using— while her hand stayed on my shoulder. “Um… I dunno. What’re you thinking?”

“Hmm…” I pursed my lips thoughtfully. “I think… maybe I would put my tongue in your butt-crack and lick my way up your spine?”

Her eyes widened, the sucker stick protruding from the corner of her mouth. “Mmm…” Her eyes darted around for a moment before focusing on me again. “What about the front?”

“The front?”

“You know… ‘the front.’ I bet that main port would probably need shom attention by then.”

This suggestion caused my blood-flow to redirect itself, and the stirring down below quickly graduated to a rapid stiffening—one that would soon be discovered by the party-girl when she brought her knee forward to slide her thigh across me, letting it come to rest on the front of my pants. I swallowed, but stayed silent for a moment, wondering if she would say anything about the persistent prodding against her inner thigh.

It was then that I noticed her hand had left my shoulder to drag her fingertips across my chest, stopping directly above my heart.

“Sho?” she said, urging me to continue as she played with the wrinkles in my shirt. “What would you do?”

I drew a deep breath and held it, blinking at the ceiling. “I, uh…” I cleared my throat. “I would probably stay put for a minute; maybe while I run my tongue up your back, I would slide one hand up between your legs.”

“Yeah?”

“And, um…” I paused for a second when she began to draw little circles on my chest with her fingertip. ”At the top, I would… run my fingers between your pussy lips, to see if you’re wet enough.”

“For what?”

“To slide them inside.” I closed my eyes and drew a breath, intoxicated by her scent as she let her cheek rest on my shoulder. “To see what it’s like in there: how warm it is, how tight, how wet…”

Next to my ear, I heard a breath rush in through Pinkie’s nose, followed by a firm pressure on my hip—which I quickly realised was her mound grinding against me.

“Then what?” she whispered, her breathing noticeably elevated. “Would you put your fingersh in your mouth to shee what I tashte like?”

“Heh…” I snickered softly. “I already know, technically.”

I felt her face shift to look up at me. “How?”

“At Flutters’ house; after you… you know. You handed me the remote.”

She held her breath for a moment to think about it. “Oh yeeaah… You liked it, didn’t you?”

I nodded. “Yeah.”

“Sho you’d be down with having another tashte?” she asked, propping herself up on one elbow. “Shpeaking of which…” She pulled the lollipop from her mouth and offered it to me again.

I chuckled softly and shook my head. “Alright, fine. If I taste it will you leave me alone?”

She nodded. “Mm-hm.”

“Fine.” I opened my mouth for a sample, only to have it nearly shoved down my throat. “Gaagh!” I gagged, reaching up to grab the stick before I accidently swallowed it. “Jeesh, Pinksh! I almost choked to death.”

She giggled. “No you didn’t, silly!”

“It’sh a figure of shpeech.”

Holding onto the stick, I drew the sucker forward until it was just behind my teeth, resting on my tongue so I could observe its flavour. Granted, I was more interested in the fact that Pinkie’s saliva was all over it, but still, it did have an interesting hue to it: tart from the cherry, but refreshing from the watermelon—and it was damn sweet.

I faced her, letting the stick protrude from my lips like a cigarette. “Pretty good.”

“See? I told ya!” Pinkie giggled as she laid herself down again—not on the bed beside me, though. She rolled even closer, letting her body drape over my right side, the soft, warm weight of her bust pinning my arm and part of my chest.

I smiled at her.”Do you feel better now, Pinksh?”

“Uh-huh.” She nodded, letting the soft, fragrant ribbons of her hair tickle my face while she brushed her fingers back and forth on my chest.

“Are you having fun?”

After a short, but thoughtful pause, Pinkie smiled, showing off those sweet dimples. “Yeah. Thanks, Goldie… for staying with me tonight.”

“It was the leasht I could do,” I replied, watching those wholesome, but lustful baby blue eyes gaze down at me.

“So… what happens next? You get a taste of me from your fingers; then what?”

I shifted the sucker into my left cheek so I could speak clearly, letting the stick extend from the corner of my mouth. “I think I’d go for more... straight from the source.”

“Yeah?” She bit her lip softly, her mound involuntarily pressing down against my hip. “You’d wanna eat me out?”

“Absolutely.”

A long exhale escaped her lips, brushing my face. “Mm… for how long?” she asked, bringing her face closer to mine.

“As long as it takes.”

Another deep breath caused Pinkie’s breasts to press against me; the tip of her nose was almost close enough to touch mine, and a suggestive smirk tugged gently on one side of her lips. “For what?”

I shifted the candy around inside my cheek. “To get you off.”

Pinkie’s eyes closed slowly, her tongue poking out to lick her bottom lip as a breath wafted from her nostrils against my face.

I watched her for a moment to see what she’d say, but she didn’t say anything. Instead, she let her eyes drift open partway; they remained lidded as she descended slowly, tilting her head so our noses would miss. Her lips planted themselves against mine, spreading their warmth and sweetness, along with a bit of stickiness from the sugar.

The lollipop stick poked that round, pink cheek, but did nothing to stop her from deepening the kiss. Her lips parted slightly, her eyes closing once again as she prodded with her tongue, demanding entrance into my mouth. I was glad to grant it, and as soon as I did, that moist, sweet-tasting tongue shot in to meet mine, wiggling, slithering, licking; air rushed into her nose as she probed even deeper, her soft, warm body grinding against mine as I closed my eyes and lost myself in the moment.

Pinkie Pie was the ultimate trifecta: she looked sweet, she smelled sweet, and she tasted sweet. She was warm and cuddly, like a plush toy; but at the same time, she was deliciously sexy, and having her curvy body railing against mine with her tongue buried deep in my mouth was unbelievably arousing.

Her fingertips slipped daftly below the hem of my shirt to slide it up, exposing my stomach. She broke the kiss and let her forehead rest against mine as she panted into my mouth, her nails digging into my chest.

“I am SO fucking horny right now,” she whimpered, biting her lip.

I licked my lips, unable to articulate a response before she continued to work my shirt upwards. Pinkie rolled away for a moment while I lifted my arms to help her peel the shirt over my head, being careful not to snag the stick that protruded from my mouth.

Once removed, the shirt was discarded to the floor and Pinkie swung a leg over me to straddle my hips, letting her weight press her womanhood down against the bulge in the front of my pants as she placed her hands on the pillow, just above my shoulders, to lean over me.

“I want you to make it so I can be with my friends forever.”

I swallowed a mouthful of fruity, sugary saliva. “You do?”

“Hnngh…” She bit her lip, closing her eyes as she thrust herself against me, teasing us both with enticing sensation. “After everything that happened tonight; after thinking about this for the past two weeks, I am on fire. I am so fucking wet right now, Goldie—you have no idea.”

My brows went up. “It was a pretty crazy night.”

“Ohh… I’ll be honest: I didn’t think they’d actually go through with it, but they did.”

“Yeah, we’re uh… pretty loose about this kind of thing.”

“You… It was SO hot seeing my friends do those things,” she panted, eyes closing. “Especially Rare-Bear.”

“Really? I would have thought Flutters…”

“Her too, but… I’ve known Rarity for so long —I mean, I’ve known them all for years— but I’ve known her since, like, the third grade. She’s always been so prim and proper; it was so amazing watching her suck your cock like a high-priced whore and then ride it until she got off…” Pinkie clenched her fists and let them slide upward to the headboard, lowering herself until her breasts just touched my chest. “The way she moaned... I’ve never heard her make noises like that before; it made me so fucking hot to hear it.”

“Yeah, she’s… pretty hot,” I said, watching Pinkie’s face hover just above mine, blasting me with her warm breath. “Flutters loves watching her too.”

“It wasn’t just her, it was you too.” Pinkie licked her lips. “When I had you in my mouth, and I could tell you were really close, you have no idea how bad I wanted to keep going after the timer went off; I just wanted to keep on sucking your big, hard cock until you came inside my mouth. I wanted to feel you shoot your hot cum right down my throat.”

My erection throbbed inside my pants when I heard this, feeling her weight pinning it against me as I sucked on that hard ball of sugar inside my cheek.

“It would have felt so good for you,” she continued, followed by a bite to her bottom lip. “But I’m also glad I didn’t do it… because what happened after was super amazing. I swear, I’m never gonna delete that video of you filling Fluttershy up with your cum. I could watch it over and over and over again.”

“Heh… remember when I thought it was weird that you took a picture of us sleeping on the couch?”

Pinkie answered the question by slamming her lips against mine, her tongue sweeping in to taste the sweet flavour in my mouth. I kissed her back, and after a few laps around my tongue, she withdrew and sat upright rather suddenly.

I looked up at her bust, heart racing, captivated by her curves, saturated by the red glow of the lights. I reached my tongue into my cheek to move the sucker to the other side of my mouth, but was surprised to find it missing. After poking around the other side of my mouth, I reached up with my fingers to search for the stick.

It was gone as well.

I looked up at Pinkie just in time to see her pull the lollipop from between her lips with a sharp smack, cocking her head with a playful grin.

“Huh,” I said, resting my hands on her thighs. “Neat trick.”

“You like it?” she asked, popping the sucker in her mouth once more before reaching down to cup her breasts, lifting their wonderful mass. “You wanna see some more?”

My heart leapt with excitement. “Yes. Definitely.”

“Hm,” she smirked, reaching behind her back to unclip her bra through her shirt. “I thought you might. And you deserve it; let’s be honest. You’ve been very patient this past year, so I think you’ve earned this.”

“I totally agree,” I replied, watching her bust drop ever so slightly when the bra was unfastened.

Pinkie reached down, crossing her arms as she hooked her fingers under the hem of her shirt. “Are you ready, Goldie?” she asked, lifting her shirt slightly.

My eyes were quickly drawn to her waistline: in this position, seated on top of me, those tight jean shorts dug into her abdomen, making the curve of her belly protrude past them. It wasn’t off-putting or unattractive, though; it was cute, and her skin looked smooth, soft, and kissable.

Despite my forgetting to answer, Pinkie Pie lifted her shirt very slowly until she reached the underside of her breasts. She paused to adjust her grip so she could peel her shirt and bra away together, and slowly, she slipped the clothing upward, exposing the plump undersides of her breasts.

Up her shirt went, hiding her face, but revealing more of her impressive bust until the lower border of her areolas became visible. The garment seemed to snag her nipples on the way up, making her pull just a little more firmly, lifting those smooth, round bulbs from her chest until finally, one of them fell free and bounced into position on her chest, followed a few seconds later by the other.

What a sight to behold, bathed in that vivid, red light. Pinkie Pie certainly did not disappoint: her breasts were round, smooth and utterly spectacular. Each one was the size of her head; they sat higher on her chest than one would expect and, despite my awareness of their heft, appeared much lighter and fluffier than they looked under her clothes.

Even at their size, they were not saggy or droopy. In fact, they maintained a slightly pointed shape that ended at each nipple, which were quite lovely themselves. Her areolas were only a bit darker than the rest of her and were quite large in diameter, and the buds themselves were nearly the size of a mini marshmallow, yet they were perfectly suited and well-proportioned for the size of her bust.

Below those spectacular pink orbs was a lovely, smooth hourglass figure that was padded by a modest layer of chubb; her skin was smooth and soft-looking, and the little paunch that poked out above her shorts was just begging to be pinched—very cute, and an important contributor to a total package that was extremely sexy indeed.

“Jesus fuck…” I whispered, staring open-mouthed at those jiggling, pink mammoths for what felt like ages. It’d only been seconds, however; her head was still inside her shirt, her arms rising above her head to peel it off. “Wait!”

I reached up, not for her breasts, but for her shirt, to pull it back down over her bust, revealing a confused face, donning a furrowed brow.

“Do that again, Pinks; that was fucking amazing.”

Pinkie arched a brow and gave me a playful smirk before adjusting her grip on her shirt, pulling it up over her breasts a second time. She rushed the reveal a bit this time, sliding that tight, white shirt over those soft mounds, squishing them out until they slipped free and jiggled playfully—simultaneously this time. The effect was somewhat lost on the second reveal, probably because of her bra not being hooked under her breasts like it was the first time, but I enjoyed the show nonetheless.

This time, Pinkie managed to slip the shirt over her head and pull it to the side, threading her long, silky hair through the neck hole before tossing it aside. She then reached up and cupped her breasts, her hands unable to cover much as she squeezed them, letting her fingertips sink into that soft flesh.

I shook my head. “Beautiful.”

Giggling, she placed her hands on her hips. “You know what’s fun?” she asked.

“What?”

“Being worshipped by a super-sexy ancient warlord guy… thing.”

I raised a brow. “You deserve to be worshipped.”

After licking her lip and then biting it, Pinkie came down suddenly to plant her lips on mine, poking my cheek with the lollipop stem. The soft, heavy warmth of her bare breasts pressed against my skin, squashing between our chests as her tongue slipped into my mouth once more. Long, delicious-smelling ringlets of pink draped around our faces, brushing my cheeks with their softness as she snaked her arms around my head to lean on the pillow with her elbows.

She broke the kiss with a sticky, wet slurp and then licked her lips, glaring directly into my eyes. “I think you need some worshipping too. Like before, when I was sucking you off; it was so big and hard… and hot.” She closed her eyes and pressed down with her hips, grinding her mound against my erection through our pants. “Ohhh… if it felt that good in my mouth, I can’t wait see how it feels inside me.”

I stared up into those hungry, blue eyes, my heart pounding against the weight of those warm breasts. “You’re sure that’s what you want?”

She smirked, lowered her head for a kiss, and then turned to look up at the flood light, shining down from the corner. “These lights sure are kicking out a lot of heat; I think it’d be a good idea to get out of the rest of these clothes, don’t you?”

I licked my lips. “If you say so.”

“Alright then.” Pinkie narrowed her eyes and came down to touch our noses together. “Let’s do this.”