Chapter 145

KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!

I reluctantly turned my attention from the TV to the front door of Pinkie Pie’s apartment, running my tongue along the inside of my cheek. “It’s open.”

The door opened with a click, and a head of long, ravishing indigo hair poked in, led by a pair of curious sapphire eyes. “Good afternoon, darling,” she said, after spotting me sitting on the couch.

“Hey, Rare.” I waved my arm to motion her inside, and she opened the door to come in, revealing the tall, but timid shy girl directly behind her. “Hey, Flutters.”

Fluttershy gave a friendly smile, despite looking somewhat apprehensive as she stepped in and slipped out of her boots, probably wondering how the night had gone. They approached the couch, hand-in-hand like the pair of cuties that they were.

I looked up at them and smiled, smelling their combined fragrances. They smiled back somewhat expectantly, no doubt eager to hear some good news about their friend—so I decided to mess with them.

I pulled my phone out of my pocket to look down at it.

“How was work? You guys get out early?” I asked, looking up at them.

“It was, er... fine,” Rarity replied, looking predictably impatient. “And yes, I left the boutique in Coco’s capable hands so that Fluttershy and I could stop by and… find out what happened.”

“Oh, cool.” I nodded, watching the TV for a moment before looking up at them again. “How was last night?”

Rarity and Fluttershy glanced at one another, their expressions briefly switching to amorousness. “It was… We had a lovely time, as a matter of fact.”

Fluttershy smiled in agreement.

“You get lots to eat?” I asked tersely.

Rarity’s eyes widened at the question, and she and the shy girl glanced at each other once again before Fluttershy looked away.

“Er… well, after the game last night, Fluttershy and I, we… had both worked up quite an appetite.”

I stared at her for a moment. “For... pussy?”

The fashionista rolled her eyes and sighed. “Yes. Yes, darling. For pussy,” she admitted before squeezing her eyes shut and shaking her head in frustration. “But enough about that! What happened with you and Pinkie Pie last night? That’s the whole reason we’re here; we’re simply dying to know!”

“But you can’t die.”

Rarity stamped her foot, fists clenched. “I KNOW THAT!”

Just then, a muffled squeal come from Pinkie’s bedroom, making the girls turn to look behind them. Seconds later, the door opened and out popped the party-girl herself, dressed in a blue shirt that hung loose from her pink frame, nipples painfully visible through the thin material. Her hair was frazzled and curly, surrounding her face with a massive pink poof like the Pinkie Pie of old.

“RARE-BEAR! FLUTTERSHY!” she screeched, her baby blue eyes peeled open with excitement.

“Ah,” Rarity smiled cordially. “Good afternoon, Pinkie P—GAH! … Where are your pants?”

Pinkie stopped smiling to look down at the exposed slit pinched between her thighs, topped by that darker triangle of pink pubic hair. “Oh… sorry!” she replied, looking up her friends with a giggle. “I was just changing!”

Rarity waved her fingertips at the party-girl. “Ah. Why don’t go ahead and finish up, darling? We’ll wait.”

Pinkie stared for a moment. Then she shrugged and reached into her hair to pull out a pair of green and yellow striped panties, which she held open while lifting one leg to thread it through. When she lifted her other leg, though, she stumbled sideways and drove her head against the wall with a thump. “Oof! HAHAHA! Whoopsie-doodle!” she giggled to herself, leaning on the wall with her shoulder to steady herself while she pulled the underwear up.

Fluttershy cleared her throat softly. “Um… Pinkie? Does this, um, mean you’re… one of us?”

Pinkie gave the shy girl a wide, toothy grin. “It sure does!”

Rarity and Fluttershy looked at each other and giggled excitedly. Then Rarity faced Pinkie again, clapping her hands softly.

“Congratulations, Pinkie Pie.” The fashionista brought a finger to her lips next, raising a brow. “I take it the transition was… enjoyable?”

Pinkie’s eyes went wide and she put her hands out. “OH! Holy shit!” she bellowed. “Fluttershy, you are so lucky to live with that guy; I can’t believe you get to hop on that boner whenever you want!”

Fluttershy’s cheeks became flushed and she stroked her hair hand-over-hand, looking down to the floor. “Oh… um, yeah. It kind of is… I-I guess.”

Pinkie then bounced past her friends to stand in front of the couch to see what was on TV. All three of us kept our attention on her panties, however, noticing how loose they fit, causing them to slip partway down and expose the top half of her butt-crack.

“Is ‘Max and Ruby’ still on?” she asked, reaching back to hitch the underwear up again.

“It’s almost over,” I replied, looking at her calves.

“Is there another one coming on?”

“I hope not.”

Pinkie turned suddenly, glaring at me past a shoulderful of curly hair. “Why? You don’t like this show?”

“Not really,” I replied. “It kinda drives me nuts. Max is a fuckin jerk and Ruby is a moron.”

“Huh.” Pinkie turned back slowly, facing the TV again. “Well… you can change the channel, I guess. If you want.”

I drew a breath and looked over at my girlfriends. Fluttershy was covering her mouth with one hand, looking past Pinkie, likely to get a look at the cartoon rabbits. Rarity, on the other hand, had her eyes narrowed and locked squarely on Pinkie’s backside, rubbing her chin suspiciously.

“Wait a minute,” she said flatly, holding her thumbs and index fingers up to form the lower half of a box to look through as she gauged her friend’s posterior. “Something’s not right…” Quickly, she slipped her handbag from her shoulder and reached inside, rooting around for a moment until she retrieved a roll of yellow measuring tape.

She set the bag on the floor and approached Pinkie from behind, dropping to her knees to place herself before that pink booty. “What is going on here?” she asked softly as she reached past her friend’s hips to wrap the measuring tape around them, prompting Pinkie look down briefly to see what was happening before returning her attention to the TV.

Rarity’s jaw dropped when she crossed the tape over itself and read the number. “Oh my… Pinkie Pie, you’ve dropped three inches!”

“I did!?” Pinkie squealed, looking down at herself while Rarity and Fluttershy looked at me in shock.

“But… how did this happen?” Rarity asked, placing her fingertips over her mouth as she looked back at the loose underwear before her. “Did you notice this, Golds?”

I shrugged and scratched the back of my head. “It thought I did, but I couldn’t tell if my eyes were just playing tricks on me.”

“It doesn’t make any sense!” Rarity placed her fingertips to her temple, staring off across the room.

“It kinda does, actually,” I said, prompting her and Fluttershy to look inquisitively at me. “You think about the rest of you when you turned; what happened? Injuries: gone. Health issues: gone. Twi’s vision: perfect.” I turned to Fluttershy. “You remember when Dashie turned? Remember how emaciated she was? And then when she turned: boom! Back to normal proportions… within seconds.”

Rarity stood and approached the couch to sit next to me, hands sitting limp on her lap, palms up with the tape rolled up in one of them. “You’re right, darling,” she muttered, staring vacuously at the party-girl, who turned around to look down at herself. “It has been a consistent fact, that when we become immortal, our bodies achieve peak physical condition.”

Rarity’s brows furrowed suddenly when Pinkie lifted her shirt to appraise her new figure, noting the remaining presence of a subtle paunch, to say nothing of the pair of shapely thighs that protruded from those loose panties. “I don’t understand though; the change isn’t a hundred percent.” The fashionista aimed a finger at her friend’s more modest, but still present curves. “She is still a bit —if you’ll pardon the expression, Pinkie Pie— a bit… thicker than the rest of us. Why is that?”

I drew a breath, rubbing my chin. “Well… technically, a little bit of body fat isn’t necessarily a bad thing, but… I guess the immortality saw fit to drop whatever it deemed to be on ‘excessive’ side; so now she’s still basically the way she was before, except nature decided to ‘take a bit off the top,’ I guess.”

“Um… I think you look nice,” Fluttershy said to Pinkie, who returned with a smile.

“Absolutely,” Rarity agreed, “there’s no disputing that, it’s just…” She let out an exasperated sigh. “You understand this means I’ll have to alter her suit because of this; I had tailored it to her old size, but now it won’t fit properly at all. UGH!” She covered her face with her hands. “Do any of you realise how difficult that material is to work with?”

Pinkie made a pouty lip. “Sorry, Rare-Bear. I didn’t know this would happen.”

Rarity waved her off. “No-no, it’s quite alright, darling. It’s not your fault. Besides, Fluttershy is right: you do look quite smashing—if I do say so myself… that is, as long as YOU think so as well. What is most important is how you feel, darling.”

“Me?” Pinkie looked down at herself again. “Yeah, it’s fine, I guess. It’s not like I have much of a choice anyway.”

“A fair point,” Rarity nodded. “So you’re OK with this form, then?—you do realise you’ll be stuck with it forever, you know.”

“Nah, it’s all good,” Pinkie giggled, spinning around to spank herself on the butt. “As long as I still got my badonkadonk and my big titties, that’s all that matters! See!?” She spun back around and hoisted her shirt up, bearing her breasts to the three of us.

Rarity turned to the side and brought a hand up to block her peripheries. “Oh my… yes. Lovely. Thank you for that, darling.”

Fluttershy pursed her lips and looked awkwardly down at the floor.

I stared right at them until she pulled her shirt down again, trying to hide the slight disappointment I was feeling. Her bust had diminished noticeably, and despite still reigning as the largest rack in the group while being excellently proportioned with her slightly trimmer figure, their raw size had lost impact, now only marginally bigger than Fluttershy’s.

They did look amazing, nonetheless, and I had to remind myself that if I hadn’t seen them before their downsize, I would have thought they were the best thing ever.

After dropping her shirt, Pinkie pointed at me, eyes wide. “Goldie-Woldie!” She lunged forward and dropped to her knees in front of me, placing her hands on my thighs. “You wanna mushroom-slap my tonsils again!?”

Fluttershy and Rarity locked eyes with each other, jaws lowered.

“Uh…” I shook my head and put my hands on hers before she could move them to my crotch. “No… that’s OK, Pinks. The last one was good, thanks.”

“OK!” she shrugged. “You just let ‘Miss Pinkie the Dinkie-Dyson’ know if you’re in the mood and she’ll get you looked after! DINKIE-DYSON! Get it!? You know what that means, right?”

“Never loses suction; yeah, I get it. It’s good,” I said, nodding.

Rarity drew a breath, sighing through pursed lips. “My goodness, darling, you’ve certainly gotten your spunk back, haven’t you?”

“HAHA! I know, right!?” Pinkie’s voice came from behind us, making Rarity and I turn to look over our shoulders at her, now leaning on the back of the couch. “Interesting choice of words, by the way; it’s actually kinda funny because last night I got a TON of spunk pumped in—“

“UH, YES! I understand, darling, I…” Rarity paused after cutting in to shake her head. “That’s not exactly what I meant by that.”

I snorted softly as I turned to face forward again, where I found Fluttershy biting her lip while staring at my crotch. Clearly, Pinkie’s comment had sparked an image or two in the shy girl’s mind, and by the look in her eyes when they came up to meet mine, I knew I would eventually end up having to give a detailed account of my experience with Pinkie.

Rarity continued. “It’s lovely to see you back to your old bubbly self again, darling, but… I am curious —and you’ll forgive me for asking, but— er… does this mean you’re no longer… upset about your family?”

Pinkie’s smile faded quite suddenly, prompting Rarity to place her hand on her friend’s arm. “Oh, I-I’m sorry, darling; I knew I shouldn’t have opened my big mouth.”

Pinkie was quick to take Rarity’s hand in hers, shaking her head. “No… no, it’s OK. You didn’t upset me. The truth is… yeah. I’m still sad about my family, and I still miss them. I’ll always miss them. But last night, Goldie-Woldie taught me something that… was kinda hard to hear—but it was true.”

She drew a breath and released it. “My family is gone. And they’re never coming back. It’s super sad, and I’m gonna miss them forever, but… I still have Maud, and I still have you guys, and I have Goldie-Woldie, too. I realise now that I can miss them, but I don’t need to be sad all the time. I don’t want that, you don’t want that, and if my family was here, they wouldn’t want that either. If I spend the rest of my life all sad and poopy, then the terrorists have truly won.”

Rarity arched a brow at the last part, but after a glance at Fluttershy, she came back to Pinkie with a smile. “Good on you, Pinkie Pie. It is good to hear that you’ve found the strength, and the drive, to come out of this funk.” The fashionista faced me next, and reached out to rub my leg. “And we’re glad that someone was able to help you through it.”

“Yeeaahh…” Pinkie let her cheek rest on her forearm, shifting her dreamy blue eyes onto me. Then she looked at Rarity again. “But getting boned for almost two hours helped a lot too!”

Rarity nodded slowly. “Yes. I suppose that does help as well… from time to time.”

A short silence followed, one that lasted only a few seconds before Pinkie perked up. “Welp!” She sprang to her feet, breasts bouncing inside her shirt when she reached full height. “I’m gonna get some fresh air!” And she spun around and headed for the balcony.

My girlfriends and I watched as she slid the door open and stepped outside. As the party-girl stood facing out across the lot at the neighbouring building, she ran her fingers through that poofy, curly hair and held it up in a massive bunch on the back of her head.

Slowly, Rarity turned back to face me and Fluttershy. “Goodness…” she said, still absorbing the situation. “It certainly is wonderful to see that her spirits have lifted; I haven’t seen her this spritely in a good, long while—months; years, even.”

“Mm-hm.” Fluttershy nodded in agreement. “It, um, kind of reminds me of how she was in high school.”

Rarity snapped her fingers and pointed at Fluttershy. “That’s right! She’s got that same… er, mindless… random… err…” She swirled her fingers in a circle, looking up to the ceiling as she searched for the right word.

“Mindfuckery?” I suggested, to which she stopped and considered it.

“I suppose. Yes.”

I shook my head. “You don’t think she was wacky before? Like… it takes a ‘special’ mind to come up with a game like the one from last night and then decide to call it fucking ‘Starship Troopers,’ AND…” I pointed over my shoulder with my thumb, bringing the girls’ attention to the array of glasses and plates on the counter. “D’you know why all those dishes are out? Because she propositioned me from inside the cupboard.”

Rarity sneered at this. “She did?”

“Yup.” I nodded. “I opened the door to get a glass out, and THERE’S her fucking face. Like, right there.”

Rarity snorted and rolled her eyes. “Well, I don’t recall saying she was ever normal, darling. If it were anyone else, I would say they need to see a professional, but for Pinkie Pie?” She finished the statement by shaking her head, eyes closed.

“It’s actually the opposite with Pinkie,” Fluttershy added. “We were starting to think she needed to see a therapist because she was acting too normal.”

I chuckled and turned to face Rarity, who was rubbing her chin.

“It does worry me slightly, however,” the fashionista said, “that she’s suddenly stopped mourning her family; is that… a good thing, or…?”

I shrugged the thought off. “I wouldn’t worry too much about it. I mean, you two know more than anyone that the immortality seems to… lessen the impact of death. It doesn’t mean she doesn’t care about them anymore; it just means she’s not gonna let it destroy her. She’s not the only one to go through changes since turning, either. I mean, think about Flutters: do you really think she would have gone through with convincing you and me to fuck in front of her in the hot tub that night?”

Rarity raised a brow. “Certainly not. It was obvious from the start that something had changed in her—we just didn’t know what.”

“And you, Rare: do you really think you would have butchered a roomful of people without freaking out over getting their blood in your hair?”

She placed a painted fingernail to her bottom lip. “Hmm… I suppose that I—“

”GERRRRONIMOOOOO!”

The holler quickly prompted the three of us to face the balcony just in time to see Pinkie Pie leap from the railing and disappear from sight, arms outstretched. It also important to note that she was still in her underwear.

Rarity and Fluttershy both leapt to their feet, mouths covered.

“What the fuck, darling!?” Rarity screeched, spinning back to face me. “Did she just do a swan dive from the balcony!?”

“Looks that way.” I cleared my throat as I grabbed the remote and stretched my feet out to cross them. “Heh! That’s like the third time she’s done that,” I said, reaching out to change the channel.

Rarity scowled at me, confused, while Fluttershy scampered outside to look down to the yard. “But… b-but how can you be so blasé about this? What if someone were to see her?”

After changing the channel, I laid my arm across the back of the couch. “Listen, Rare; lemme tell you something: last night, I had my dick in three different mouths, between three sets of tits, and inside four different pussies—two of which I shot my load in.” I faced the TV again, raising my hand from the backrest to emphasize my point. “I am so fucking chill right now, I don’t even… like, she can jump off that balcony all day long for all I care. I don’t even give a shit if anyone sees her.”

Rarity huffed and shook her head. “How irresponsible! That’s not like you at all, Mr. Arrow.”

I shrugged one shoulder. “Eh. Pussy overload’ll do that to a guy. Once he’s had his fill, he stops trying to impress anyone until he’s ready for more. One nice thing, though, I think we can skip her ‘anti-flinch training. I literally just had to tell her that she couldn’t get hurt anymore and she was like: ‘OK!’” I glanced over my shoulder to see Fluttershy sliding the balcony door shut. “You see where she landed?”

The shy girl shook her head. “She was already gone,” she said as she circled the couch to sit on my left knee, looking down at me.

“Maybe she flew away.” I turned to look at Rarity, brow cocked. “Can she fly?”

The fashionista shook her head. “No. That ability belongs to Fluttershy, remember? And Rainbow Dash and Twilight, I suppose—IF they ever pony-up, that is.”

After a short pause, Fluttershy slid her derrière up my thigh to sit higher on my lap, wrapping her arm around my shoulder, her breast brushing my temple. “Um… Goldie? How, um… did it happen?”

I glanced up at her. “The sex?”

“No. I meant… how did she turn? Could you tell when it happened?”

“Oh, uh…” I wrapped my arm around her waist while Rarity sat on the cushion on my right. “Well, she fell asleep after the… you know… and she ended up sleeping ‘til mid-morning, and… she still hadn’t turned yet. She said she was hungry, so she had a quick shower and we went to McDonald’s for breakfast and, uh… that’s where it happened.”

Rarity and Fluttershy glanced at one another.

“Darling… you mean to tell me she began her eternal journey in… a McDonalds restaurant?”

“Oh my…” Fluttershy placed her fingertips over her mouth. “That’s so ironic.”

“I know, right?” I chuckled. “How often do you see someone come out of a McDonald’s thinner than when they went in?”

“Touché,” Rarity agreed.

“So… what happened?” the shy girl pried. “Did you actually see her turn?”

I drew a breath and nodded. “Yeah… actually. We were pretty much done eating, and we were just sitting and talking, and, like, all the sudden her hair just went POOF! It went all poofy and crazy-looking, and she started talking louder and faster, and was giggling a lot… and then, uh… she… tried to suck my dick.”

Both girls’ eyebrows leapt up in surprise.

“Goodness!” Fluttershy exclaimed softly. “Did she try to take you the washroom or something?”

“No!” I jabbed my finger into the cushion beside me. “Right there in the restaurant—right next to the fucking PlayPlace.”

Rarity covered her mouth. “Oh my! Were there any kids there?”

I paused and then shook my head. “I don’t… really wanna talk…” I let out a sigh. “I kinda wanna forget about that part, actually.”

The fashionista responded with a grimace. “Yikes… sorry, darling.” She licked her lips and pursed them. “So… what did you do?”

“Well… I got her outta there, of course, and uh… I just brought her back here before someone called the fucking cops on us or something.”

“Then what?” Rarity asked.

I shrugged. “I let her suck my dick! What else was I supposed to do? Be like: ‘No, Pinks…” —I continued in a monotone voice— “Please. Don’t give me a blowjob. It’s wrong.’” Then I scowled sardonically and shook my head.

A shrill, but familiar voice echoed down the long hallway outside Pinkie’s front door, followed by the rapid thumping of feet that grew louder as they approached. The door handle rattled violently next, shaking in the frame before bursting open. The party-girl stumbled inside and swung the door shut, then she leaned against it with her back, eyes wide, pupils like pinpoints, arms spread like she was trying to keep someone out.

“Whoa,” she announced incredulously. “That… was crazy, y’all.”

Both of my girlfriends and I stared at her from the couch, wondering but simultaneously not wanting to know what she was referring to.

Then her underwear quietly slipped down to her knees.

“Ugh…” Rarity rubbed her face with both hands. “My goodness,” she groaned. “Darling… do you have anything to wear that still fits you?”

Pinkie had reached down to pull her panties back up in the meantime, and she looked up at Rarity when she heard the query. “Um… no. Probably not, I guess.”

Rarity stood from the couch suddenly, shaking a finger in the air. “Ah, no-no-no-no-no! Pinkie Pie, new rule: before anything else happens, I insist that we get your fashion situation in order, post haste!”

Just then, an intermittent buzz came from my pocket. I slid a hand under Fluttershy’s backside to hoist her from my lap, drawing a soft yelp from her as I shifted myself sideways to fish my phone from my pocket. I cocked a brow when I saw the number and then quickly stood from the couch, pausing to set Fluttershy down before heading for the balcony.

On my way there, I noticed my girlfriends watching me inquisitively at me, so I raised a finger at them. “Sorry, I gotta take this.” I slid the door open and stepped out into the gentle, but chilly breeze, tapping the screen on my phone to answer it. “Hey.”

”Hey, tough guy; it’s Gord from the shop.”

I nodded. “Yep.”

”How you been doing?” he asked.

I drew a quick breath. “Uh… good. I’m good. You?”

”Ohh, you know, same old. Just tryin to keep my head above water.”

I turned to look out across the way, keeping the phone to my ear. “Yeah, I hear ya. What’s up?”

There was a pause, followed by a long inhale before his answer. ”Eh... I uh, need to ask you a favor—if you’re willing.”

I furrowed my brows. “Uh… sure. What is it?”

”I wanted to ask if you could come back to work for me... starting tomorrow.”

I drew my head back, surprised. “Tomorrow?”

“Yeah.” His reply was followed by a long, noisy exhale.

I glanced into the apartment at the girls, chewing my lip. “I… guess I could. I don’t think I had much planned for tomorrow.”

”Well, thanks, tough guy. That’ll help me out a lot.”

“What’s going on? You really busy or…?”

”Well... no, uh...” He paused for a moment. “My apprentice—the young fella that replaced you; remember him?”

I sighed. How could I forget the shithead who took my job? “Yeah.”

”He hasn’t shown up to work in over a week.”

“Oh?” I replied, intrigued.

“Yeah. He just... stopped showing up. No phone call, no nothin.”

“Hm.” I reached up to rub the back of my head. “He ever do that before?”

”No, not at all. He was pretty good about booking days off ahead if he needed them, and he made sure to call in the one time he was sick.” Gord replied. “But this week? I dunno. He just... disappeared, I guess. Jim’s been doin OK keeping up on his own, but the problem is he’d booked tomorrow off in advance because his wife is having some procedure done that she can’t drive home from, so he has to drive her.”

“Oh… so you’re on your own tomorrow?” I asked, glancing into the apartment when I heard Rarity’s voice come out at me.

“Oh! She’s coming your way, darling!”

Sure enough, when I glanced inside I was met with the image of Pinkie Pie charging full speed for the balcony, her eyes lit with excitement and her braless breasts bouncing wildly inside her shirt. I rolled my eyes and switched the phone to my other hand.

When she passed through the door, Pinkie dove over the railing, but I quickly reached out and caught her by the ankle, causing her to jerk to a sudden stop and swing down to slam against the railing with a loud wham!

”Yeah. And you know me; I can’t exactly get much done on my own these days,” Gord continued as I lifted Pinkie over the rail and dropped her by the balcony door, head first.

Rarity was at the door, ready. She bent down and reached out to hook her hands under Pinkie’s arms, dragging the giggling girl inside as the fashionista looked up at me, mouthing the word ‘sorry.’

I nodded and turned to face the neighbouring building, reaching back to slide the door shut behind me. “No, I hear ya. But yeah, that’s not a problem. I can be there tomorrow—as long as all my tools are still there.”

”They’re right where you left ‘em. I kept a close eye on them; if anyone borrowed anything, I made sure they put it back.”

I let out a short chuckle. “Perfect. So I’ll see you tomorrow then?”

”I’ll see you then. Thanks.”

“Alright. Bye.”

”Bye.”

With the call ended, I pocketed my phone and opened the door to go inside, where I found Fluttershy handing Pinkie an armful of clothes.

“Um, who was that?” the shy girl asked me after approaching to stand at my side.

“Uh, well, it looks like I’m going to work tomorrow.”

All three girls looked at me, wide-eyed.

“Really?” Rarity asked, surprised.

“Yeah. I guess that goof that replaced me bailed, and he needs helps tomorrow or he’s pretty much screwed.”

“Well, that’s good,” Fluttershy smiled.

“Yes,” Rarity agreed. “Good on you, my love—though I will miss your services at the boutique; it was lovely having you around during those long days.”

I cleared my throat. “Rare? I know you’ve been breaking shit on purpose as an excuse to get me to there.”

Rarity’s jaw dropped at the insinuation. “Oh pshh! That’s… heh! Such nonsense, darling! You and your imagination, I swear!” She quickly turned her attention to Pinkie. “Get dressed!” she ordered, shifting her weight onto one leg as she watched the party-girl slip her arms out of her sleeves to peel her shirt up, bearing those pink jugs once again so she could put an ill-fitting bra on. “And then it’s off to the mall with us! This evening, we shall hit every fashion stop like never before! We will not stop until your wardrobe is replenished with top-notch style and exceptional comfort and fit; and I, Rarity, will ensure perfection every step of the way!”

“Ooh, sounds serious!” Pinkie giggled, adjusting her breasts in the oversized cups before slipping her arms back into her shirt sleeves and pulling it down. “But… I gotta watch my spending though; all I really need is about a week’s worth of clothes for now, then I’ll get more later when I have more m—“

“Nonsense, darling!” Rarity cut in, hand raised, nose upturned. “I will gladly spot you whatever you need to meet your fashion needs, no expense must be spared!”

Pinkie, with one leg slipped into some previously tight but now relaxed-fitting jeans, stopped to give the fashionista a dubious look. “Hm… are you sure you aren’t just using this as an excuse to do an excessive amount of shopping?”

Gasping, Rarity placed her fingertips to her chest. “Sacré bleu, darling! How could you make such a suggestion? I would never use one of my dear friends to wallow in such pursuits! It’s because I care, darling.” She clapped her hands rapidly to egg Pinkie along. “Now come on, get yourself dressed so we can go!”

Rarity turned to face me and Fluttershy next. “Are you two ready?”

Fluttershy faced me as I let my head fall back, sighing. “You know, Rare, in my life I’ve witness a lot; seen some horrific shit. Villages burned, families —men, women and children— killed; hung, burned, hacked to pieces. I’ve seen it all, lived it all, but... going clothes shopping for an entire evening with a bunch of women? Everyone has their limits.”

Rarity looked stunned and confused. “You… don’t want to come?”

I shook my head. “Nah. I’ll just hang out here, if that’s cool with Pinks.”

Pinkie zipped her jeans and looked up at me. “Sure! Stay as long as you want!”

Shrugging, Rarity turned her attention to Fluttershy, who was shifting her sights back and forth from me to her girlfriend. “What about you, Fluttershy?”

“Um, I… actually, I think I’ll stay here and keep Goldie company,” she replied anxiously. “I would just slow you guys down, anyway.”

“Oh,” Rarity looked slightly disappointed, but understanding. “Very well; fair enough. I suppose it wouldn’t be a very nice way to thank Golds for his… *ahem*… services if we left him here by his lonesome.”

I put my hands in my pockets and smiled. “Thanks, Rare.”

She smiled back. “Anytime, my dear. OK then, are you ready?” she asked Pinkie after turning to face her.

“Abso-tively!” Pinkie giggled as she scampered to the door to get her shoes on.

“Perfect. We’ll have to take your car, Pinkie Pie; Fluttershy drove me here, and we should probably leave it here in case they want to go out.” Rarity said, following her friend as she looked back to blow Fluttershy and me a kiss. “Ta-ta, darlings! ”

“See ya, guys. Have fun,” I said as I felt a soft hand take mine, prompting me to look over at the shy girl, who was gazing a me from behind that curtain of pink hair. The sight made my chest flutter, and it struck me that even after all these months, she still had that kind of power over me.

“Where do you wanna go first?” Pinkie asked excitedly as she opened the front door.

“We shall sweep the stores alphabetically, darling. No stone must be left unturned; and when we are finished —or when the mall closes— we must go to the boutique and make some much-needed alterations to your suit so it will properly fit your new figure.”

“Wow! Won’t it be kinda late by then?” Pinkie asked as they stepped out.

“Nonsense, Pinkie Pie! Remember, sleeping is for weaklings.”

Pinkie gasped, her eyes lit with elation. “Oh yeah! We can pull all-nighters every night now! OOH! THIS IS GONNA BE SO MUCH FUN! FUCK REGULAR PEOPLE!”

CLICK!

Pinkie’s voice became muffled when the door closed behind them, leaving the shy girl and me alone in the party-girl’s apartment.

“Hm. Kind of off to a bad start there,” Flutterhy said softly.

“Yeah,” I replied with a chuckle.

A moment later found us sitting together on the couch, flipping through the channels in search of something to watch while I prayed that ‘Homeward Bound’ didn’t happen to be on.

“There’s not much to choose from,” Fluttershy said softly.

“Nah. Her TV package is pretty basic.”

Fluttershy sighed.

Unable to find anything, I eventually gave up and turned the TV off, then I set the remote on the cushion beside me. After sitting in silence for a moment, I looked over at my girlfriend.

She looked back at me and smiled.

“Well?” I chuckled.

“Well… we did it.”

I raised a brow. “Did it?”

“We got everyone turned,” Fluttershy replied before leaning in to whisper. “Thank you, Goldie. You’ve been a very good boy.”

I smiled and shrugged. “It was the least I could do, banging all your friends—I mean, except for Dashie.”

With a soft giggle she leaned in for a kiss, and then placed her head on my shoulder. We sat together for another moment, listening to one another’s breathing. Her body heat soaked through her clothes and into my side, her fragrance filling my senses.

“So, um… did you have fun playing that game last night?” I asked.

She nodded. “Mm-hm. I kinda wish I got to have more turns—but I did get to finish you, so that was nice.”

“You weren’t nervous about it?”

“Mm… maybe a little, but I was so turned on it didn’t really matter. Once I started doing it, it was actually kind of fun; and having you cum inside me with a bunch of my friends watching was kind of exciting, especially with what Sunset was doing.”

“Yeah.” I nodded, replaying the craziness that followed in my mind.

“What about after?” Fluttershy asked, tilting her head up to look at me with those big, teal eyes. “Did you enjoy the, um… Pie?”

I smirked at the wording. “I did enjoy the Pie, in fact. It was good Pie.”

After an innocent smile, Fluttershy turned, swung a knee across my lap and sat facing me, straddling my legs. She let her arms rest on my shoulders, pressing her mound against my abdomen, which did a quick job of waking my manhood. “Did you have enough?” she asked.

“I got lots,” I replied. “And so did she.”

“Mmm…” she cupped my cheeks with those slender hands and dipped her head for a kiss, slipping her tongue into my mouth to re-familiarize me with her flavour. When she took her soft lips from mine, she swept a swath of hair from her face and then glanced at the back of her hand, noting her yellow skin tone before gazing at me again with a seductive smile. “What about custard? Do you like custard too?”

I drew a breath, placing my hands on her hips and then running them up her waist, reminding myself of how slender she was compared to the girl I spent the previous night with. “I do like custard—a lot, actually,” I replied, bringing my hands inward to squeeze her sizable breasts, feeling the tent I’d pitched poking her between her legs.

She looked down between us when she felt the pressure against her. “Oh… I guess you do,” she giggled, biting her lip. “You know Rare and Pinkie are gonna be busy all night, right?”

“I would expect nothing less.”

“Hm…” she planted a smooch on the tip of my nose. “D’you wanna go home? I’ll cook you a nice dinner for being such a good boy, and after that I’ll feed you all the custard you can eat—All. Night. Long.”

I shook my head incredulously. “Now that… sounds amazing. Let’s go.”