Pinkie was breathing heavy as she sat with her hooves in the river next to Rainbow Dash, gently holding hands with the harpy and admiring her naked body. GAWD she was so HOT, and Pinkie wanted nothing more than to pin her to the ground and make out with her, but Rainbow was a bit bashful and Pinkie could respect that.

But damn, oof. She could just stare at Rainbow’s thin, muscular body for hours, and she couldn’t get over how tantalizing that cage was. There was a lot to appreciate.

“You okay?” Rainbow asked innocently, and Pinkie smiled at her. “Looked like you were zoning out.”

“Yeah, I’m great,” Pinkie giggled and snorted.

“Okay,” Rainbow snickered, “you’re so weird.”

“I like to think of myself as ‘mysterious’!” Pinkie beamed, and Rainbow laughed and gave her a playful shove.

“Geez, I should probably get back to the others,” Rainbow rubbed the back of her neck and groaned, and Pinkie caught her frustrated grumble before it left her lips. “I’ve been keepin’ ‘em waiting for a while.”

“I guess I should go back too then,” Pinkie said, not even bothering to hide how much she didn’t want to.

“Well, I mean,” Rainbow hummed, “you can stay here for another minute or two if you want. I’ll go check on the others, we’ll pack up camp, and I’ll come grab you when we’re actually ready to leave.”

“Oh?” Pinkie grinned cheekily. “You’re fine letting me out of your sight?”

“Yeah,” Rainbow shrugged, “I trust you.”

“Oh,” Pinkie blinked. She didn’t expect to hear Rainbow, or anyone for that matter, say that to her. “Uh, okay then. I’ll wait here for you.”

“Cool!” Rainbow beamed and squeezed Pinkie’s hand before standing up. “I’ll be back in a sec!”

“’kay,” Pinkie said casually, the reality of Rainbow’s gesture still sinking in even as the harpy disappeared into the trees, leaving the poppet alone with her thoughts.

That was… nice, of Rainbow. Pinkie couldn’t remember the last time someone had said they trusted her, or left her alone to her own devices. Whether it was Lightning Dust or Spitfire or even Limestone, someone was always watching over her shoulder and making sure she didn’t cause trouble.

Pinkie was sick of it.

And she felt bad to some degree, that she was mostly just using Rainbow Dash toward her own ends, but she did genuinely like and care about her, and it wasn’t like her goals and Rainbow’s conflicted. Maybe Pinkie was worried to much.

Or, perhaps, if Rainbow was going to extend her trust to Pinkie Pie, maybe it wouldn’t be so bad if Pinkie returned the favor.

Perhaps.

“Hey! Pinkie Pie!”

Wow it sure didn’t take long for Gilda’s irritated yelling to ruin Pinkie’s mood and drag her out of her thoughts, Gilda stomping up to Pinkie and dragging her to her hooves by roughly tugging on her mane.

“Rainbow Dash might be stupid enough to leave you unattended, but I’m not!” Gilda snarled, Pinkie looking at her with stone-faced bemusement before turning on the charm with a giggle.

“Just can’t keep your eyes off me, huh?” Pinkie laughed. “If you’re that thirsty, you can just—”

“Don’t play dumb with me,” Gilda growled, yanking painfully on Pinkie’s mane.

“Why’re you so angry, Gilda?” Pinkie asked innocently. “It doesn’t have anything to do with Rainbow Dash, does it? You’re not-” Pinkie gasped mockingly “-jealous of her are you? For getting her claws on the soul instead of you? For beating Tempest Shadow when you couldn’t? For having the nuts to ask me out, unlike you?”

“Don’t test me,” Gilda fumed and put her beak right up to Pinkie’s nose, but Pinkie had no choice but to laugh at the quetzal’s impotent display of force.

“If you really wanna blow off some steam,” Pinkie slipped out of Gilda’s grasp, chuckling under her breath at the quetzal’s visible confusion before wiggling her butt in front of Gilda, “I’m wide open for ya.”

“Don’t— you—” Gilda stumbled back a step and her face turned all red before she let out a frustrated roar. “Don’t mess with me!”

“I’m not messing with you, Gilda,” Pinkie turned to face Gilda and crossed her arms, “I can just see through you, is all. You’re pissed off so you’re looking for someone to vent your anger at, and you chose me cuz you thought you could take me, cuz you know you can’t take Rainbow anymore, and you don’t know enough about Limestone to feel confident.

“You thought I was the weakest person here, but now that you realize you’re wrong, and that you deserve that sterling title, you’re flustered. You’re too much of a wimp to actually throw a punch at me, so when your empty threats didn’t get a reaction, you panicked.

“Honestly? It’s so funny!”

Gilda screamed and grabbed Pinkie’s shoulders, throwing her against a tree and pinning her against it, the quetzal’s claws digging into Pinkie’s soft flesh as Gilda snarled and fumed over Pinkie, Gilda’s eyes screaming with rage and bloodlust.

Pinkie just giggled.

“Come on, Gilda,” she chirped, “what’re you waiting for? Take me or hit me if you think you’re so tough.”

Pinkie felt pretty confident that Gilda wouldn’t be able to do anything other than idly threaten her, but there was a part of her wondering if Gilda would prove her wrong. Honestly even if Gilda did, it wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world; she couldn’t hurt Pinkie worse than Lightning Dust, and if Gilda wanted to have steamy hate sex right here in the middle of the woods? Pinkie was kinda down for that.

Instead, Gilda shoved Pinkie up against the tree before walking off in a huff.

“Not worth the effort,” she grumbled under her breath, and Pinkie did her a kindness and didn’t laugh at that.

pinkie pie be like
>:3c