For several long minutes I simply held Pinkie as she cried. When her sobs started losing some of their strength, I brought a hand to her chin, slowly moving her head up, and away from my chest. For a long moment she held my gaze, her tears slowly falling down her cheeks. “Icarus...”

“Please don’t cry, Pinkie.” My words were incredibly soft, and seemed to have a quick response from the pink haired girl. Her tears slowed, and, within a few minutes stopped. “What’s wrong?”

“I... I got you hurt! You had to go to the hospital because of me!” Her eyes began to water once again. “I cost us dinner, Dashie her shirt, and I cost you your evening! I ruined everything today!”

Before she could start crying again I brought up my other hand, gently placing a finger on her lips. “You didn’t ruin anything, Pinkie.” She tried to say something past my finger, but I kept it there as I shook my head. “Dinner is something that we can do again anytime. I can go to the butcher again sometime to get us something to eat for dinner tomorrow. So, you can see, you didn’t cost us anything that we couldn’t replace. And as for Dashie’s shirt, I doubt she minded. Besides, I didn’t hear anyone ask for it, she volunteered it.”

I lowered my finger from her mouth, and my other hand from her chin. As I did so she looked down at my hand for a moment before she frowned. “I still ruined your night. As well as getting you a cut on your hand.”

I couldn’t help but chuckle just a bit at that observation. “Pinkie, you aren’t usually around for it, but when I work on the prototypes for my inventions I often wind up hurting myself pretty bad. Hell, I’ve probably done more to myself than everyone else has combined. And that’s discounting my wings.” Pinkie looked up at me, but she still didn’t smile. “C’mon, Pinkie. I’m not going to hold this against you. Accidents happen, and this was nothing more than that.”

“I still feel bad about it.”

I smiled at her, prompting just the smallest smile from her, but it disappeared soon after. “And that’s a totally normal way to feel. But you need to cheer up some, because I can’t stand to see you so sad. You need to be the Pinkie that we all know and love. The Pinkie that brings a smile to everyone’s face.”

Her smile came back again, this time lasting a bit longer. “Can we just spend some time together, Icarus?”

I glanced at the clock on my bedside table before I looked back at Pinkie and nodded. “I suppose that we can spend some more time together. Do you want to talk about something, or--”

“Let’s talk about what you and Rarity talked about on the beach.” I let out an explosive sigh at her words, and she just laughed for a moment. “Not really, silly, you’re spending way too much time dwelling on the things you’re trying to get away from.”

“Thank you. Still doesn’t answer my question, though.”

“I don’t know, Icarus. I didn’t really have much of a plan when I came here.” She chuckled. “And, for once, I don’t want to do anything that you or the others would describe as Pinkie being Pinkie.” She looked at me for several long minutes before she shifted her position. “Well... Maybe there’s one thing I could do.”

I raise an eyebrow at her cryptic words. “And what, might I ask, is--” She throws herself at me, knocking me on my back while she sits on my chest, a wicked gleam in her eyes. It was a look I’d seen her have once before. “Don’t you dare.” She raised her hands, a wicked smile coming to her face. “Pinkamena Diane Pie, don’t you dare.”

She affected a small pout. “Aw, really?” I looked up at her for a moment longer before she shrugged. “Oh well, I suppose that, just this once, I’ll have to live with you being upset for all of three seconds.” Her hands quickly sought out my most sensitive ticklish spots, her fingers worming their way through what little defense I could muster.

She’d discovered my ticklish spots once when we had gone for a day trip to the lake nearby Ponyville. It’d been an accident. Mostly. Pinkie had gone to extreme lengths to ‘accidently’ try and tickle me several times, and each time I rewarded her with failure until she happened upon the one spot she had most doubted. A spot that she found endlessly amusing. A spot that happened to be the underside of my chin.

Her fingers mercilessly ran along the underside of my chin, eliciting a series of strained laughs and grunts from me as I attempted, in vain, to maneuver myself away from her. Sadly, with her atop me there was no chance of getting away. “Creator--” Her hands darted in quickly, cutting me off with another bout of tickling. “Creator take you, Pinkie!” I twisted a bit as she pulled back for a moment. “This is cheating, and you know it!” She lunged for another assault, but I somehow managed to hold her at bay. “I don’t know where you’re ticklish!”

For a moment she looked down at me, the smile on her face growing just a bit. “Find the spots, then.” She reached her hands down once again, this time grabbing my hands instead of going for the spot beneath my chin. When she started moving my hands I made my move, quickly rolling the two of us over. With my new vantage point I could look down at the still smiling form of Pinkie Pie. Her cheeks grew flushed under my gaze. “Well, I suppose that now you’ll have free reign to find where I’m... ticklish.”

With just a bit of trepidation I reached a hand down towards her body, hesitation keeping me from actually touching her. A faint giggle escaped her as her own hands came up to mine once again. “If you don’t do something soon, I will. And since I know where you’re ticklish...” Her voice trailed off softly, and I knew that I had to act, or else she’d turn the tables on me. With her words acting as motivation, I trailed one hand up along her side, gently probing in search of a spot that would provoke a reaction. When I reached her arm, I frowned down at her. “C’mon, Icarus, try a bit harder.”

“I... What... What are the boundaries?” She just laughed again, her hands roaming down to the hem of her shirt. With agonizing slowness she pulled it up, her body twisting just enough to allow the cloth to move upwards. Just as she was about to pull it all the way off, she winked at me, and then it came off, revealing her body to me in all its splendor. Once she had the shirt all the way off, she simply tossed it aside, and then she returned her gaze to mine. My eyes widened, and I had to take a breath before I could speak again. “Oh. I... I see.”

“Do you need some hints?” I only shook my head, not really knowing just where to start. My hands soon started exploring her body, going everywhere I could reach except for the part that most demanded my attention. Pinkie didn’t seem to mind, though, as she was contented to lie there and allow me to take my time. Her skin was irresistibly smooth beneath my touch, and the remarkably gentle feel of her drawing breath seemed to send tiny shivers running along my spine. Finally, though, after having exhausted all other options, I moved my hands to her breasts.

The supple flesh yielded beneath my tender ministrations, neither too firm, nor too soft. A tiny sigh escaped the girl beneath me as I gently massaged her flesh. As I worked her breasts I let my fingertips trace circles along her body, the contact finally vanishing as my fingers grazed her nipples. A tiny, almost imperceptible tremor ran through her body at my latest ministration, and so I repeated the process, enjoying the sight of yet another tremor running through her.

As I moved to adjust my position atop Pinkie I felt one of her hands grab the top of both my jeans, and my boxers. I froze at the touch, hoping, but not knowing, just where Pinkie intended to take this. She tugged at the button on my jeans, smiling up at me when it yielded to her efforts. “Find where I’m ticklish soon, or this is going to end sooner than you’d like.” I frowned down at her, and she just laughed at me. “Once you find it, you’ll know.”

Encouraged by not only her words, but her actions, I began trying to puzzle out where she was ticklish. I’d never seen anyone try to tickle her, but that didn’t necessarily mean that she wasn’t ticklish. As her hands undid my zipper, I was hit by the tiniest spark of an idea. My initial attempts had all been in the usual form of gently probing spots trying to elicit a reaction. I needed to prod, rather than tickle. My hands went to her sides once again, and I poked her just below her ribs. She squirmed a bit under the tickle based assault, and I grinned at her. “What’s my prize, Miss Pie?”

“Your prize?” She giggles up at me as she smiles. “Climb off of me, and you’ll get your prize.” I did as she asked, and then I sat back down a couple feet away from her. She sood up on my bed, and she looked down at me, a huge smile on her face. There’s a blush on her cheeks, and it only made her seem more beautiful to me. “Move to the head of the bed.” Again, I did as I was told. With my new position I leaned up against the pillows at the head of my bed, the headboard offering a solid backing. “Good. Now, just relax, and enjoy.”

As she finished speaking, she turned to face away from me, her entire body relaxing as she stood there. With the smallest of motions she began moving her body to some unheard rhythm. Her entire body seemed to flow along with the silent song. Her every move drew my eyes along her curves, and she made sure to emphasize each and every one. Her hands slowly moved down her legs as she continued to sway to the beat, and soon she was bent over; her gloriously toned backside sticking out and emphasizing its perfect shape.

As she brought herself back to an upright position, she cast a glance over her shoulder, her eyes in a half lidded expression of unconcealed love. She brought her arms up to cover her breasts as she turned to face me, the poor attempt at covering herself only adding to the mesmerizing nature of the dance she was performing. After concealing herself for just a moment, she dropped her hands, running them along her body in slow caresses. When her hands reached the waistband they stopped. Her thumbs slid below the elastic, and she started pulling them down.

Beneath the short shorts were a pair of black lace panties. Even as she took off her shorts she kept up her ministrations, her entire body continuing to sway and gyrate. After several more minutes of her dancing she dropped to her knees, her eyes locked on mine. As she slowly leaned forward, she eventually put her hands on the bed as well. With a smile she started crawling towards me, her cheeks flushed a deep scarlet.

Once she was over me, her hands quickly moved to the clothing still on my waist. She started to take off my already undone jeans, slowly working them down my legs. I lifted my hips to allow her to do so with greater ease, and she mouthed a silent thanks. Once my pants were fully off of my legs she tossed them from the bed, her eyes never leaving mine. With yet another barrier removed, she sat herself on my legs, her weight gently pushing me down into the mattress. She put a hand on my chest, and her other hand soon joined it, the pair running in slow teasing motions along my chest.

As she explored my chest she began moving her hips on me once again, the gentle motion serving only to arouse me further. As her hips moved, so did her hands. As she put a bit of pressure on my chest she leaned in and planted a quick kiss on my lips, quickly pulling back before it could develop into something more. Her blush only grew in intensity following the kiss, her smile growing wider. “If you’re ready...” I nodded, and she let out a faint hum as she closed her eyes, leaning back for a moment.

When she opened her eyes once again, she lowered her hands along my body, her fingers quickly grasping my boxers. We repeated the same motions for my underwear as we undid my pants, and before long they were sailing through the air to join the rest of my clothing on the floor. With my boxers removed, she slowly took off her panties, her eyes cast downward as her cheeks somehow managed to grow an even more noticeable shade of red. Once her lace panties joined my boxers, I allowed my gaze to roam along the length of her body.

For her part, Pinkie didn’t give me long to observe before she gently grasped my already erect member. “You ready, Icarus?” I only nodded before Pinkie began moving up along my legs, gently stroking my manhood all the while. “Good. Because I want this to be amazing for both of us.” Once she was positioned above me, she guided my shaft to her entrance, lowering herself just enough to get the head within herself. A tiny gasp escaped her as I entered her, and she closed her eyes as she slowly moved down my length.

My hands moved to her hips, gently easing her downwards, but not forcing her faster than she was comfortable with. Her internal muscles seemed to ripple along my length as she sank, and I let out a groan as the sensations ran along me. As she bottomed out, a small exultation escaped her lips as she leaned onto my chest, tiny tremors shaking her body. I brought a hand from her hips to her cheek, gently caressing her as she moaned into my chest. After just a moment she started lifting herself off me, the efforts of her body unrelenting in their attempts to maximize my pleasure.

Just as I was about to be released from her silken confines she began lowering herself once again, another low moan escaping her. When she reached the bottom, this time, she started slowly grinding her hips against me, adding yet another element of pleasure to the plethora of sensations. I gently pushed her back from my chest, and she opened her eyes to look at me. I matched her gaze for just a moment before I darted in for a kiss, my arms wrapping around her to hold her as close as could be.

Her tongue gently probed at my lips as we kissed, and I opened them to allow her in. Her sinuous appendage quickly began exploring the limits of my mouth, leaving little undiscovered. After a moment, she broke the kiss, a small gasp escaping her as she rapidly drew in a breath, a sigh of pleasure following just after. I just continued to lie there, doing everything in my power to keep at bay my impending climax. Abruptly, Pinkie leaned back a bit, her eyes closing as a longer moan escaped her.

Taking advantage of the opportunity presented, I moved my head towards her breasts, taking one of them in one hand, and the other in my mouth. My teeth gently began playing at the erect nipple, gently teasing it with the lightest of nibbles. She gasped as my teeth came down upon the sensitive flesh, and I cast a quick glance up to her face to see only a smile on her face. Satisfied with my progress so far, I quickly ran my tongue in a circle around her sensitive nub. As I pulled back from my first conquest, I moved my head to her other breast, allowing my hand to fall away from it as my other hand rose to the recently vacated breast.

I repeated my actions on the second mound of flesh, drawing it out a bit longer to prolong Pinkie’s gasps of pleasure. As I drew back Pinkie opened her eyes to look at me, and within her twin cerulean pools was nothing but love. “Icarus...” She began moving herself along my length once again, her body quivering with excitement. Her pace slowly increased, and I fought to keep my impending release at bay as long as I could. “I’m... I’m gonna...”

My hands moved down to her hips as she started growing more frantic in her movements. With a grunt of effort I pulled her down one last time, the two of us climaxing at the same moment. Her entire body grew rigid as her eyes closed once again, and her sex began rippling in a less coordinated fashion. My own orgasm flashed through me with blinding waves of pleasure, the sensations assaulting me leaving me unable to speak. As I came down from my orgasmic high I noticed that Pinkie was slumped against my chest, her breathing coming in rapid and shallow pants.

I wrapped my arms around her as her breathing slowed down, and she began to stir. When she finally opened her eyes, she just looked up at me for a moment before she gave me yet another kiss. Her arms quickly wrapped around my body, pulling herself as close to me as she could. “Icarus that was... Amazing.”

I moved one hand to her head, gently pulling her in for another kiss. As we broke the kiss she resisted for just a moment, wanting to continue. She slowly eased me out of her viselike depths, shuddering just a bit at the sudden emptiness. Just a moment later and she was curled up by my side, one of her hands running idle circles on my chest as we both enjoyed the gentle sounds of the rain outside.

After a few minutes of silence Pinkie changed her position just a bit, prompting me to look at her. She opened her mouth for a moment, but then closed it. A flicker of uncertainty ran across her face, but, at a gentle kiss from me, it vanished. “Icarus?”

“Yeah, Pinkie?”

Her hand that was running circles on my chest slowed down a bit until she was just resting a finger point on my chest. “I don’t...” She bit her lip for a moment, her eyes locked to my own.

“Pinkie, I think I know what you want to say, so go ahead and say it.”

Her smile widened for just a moment as she moved in and gave me a kiss. “I love you.”

I looked back at her for just a moment, my thoughts racing as they swarmed towards the singularity at the center of my mind. No line of thought took me away from the beautiful woman beside me, and so I smiled back at her, kissing her in return. “And I love you.” Her eyes brightened at my words, and she pulled me closer still. As I contemplated what I had just said, I realized that she wasn’t the only one I felt so strongly about. The thought was liberating, and, at the same time, terrifying.

“Don’t worry, Icarus.” Pinkie’s finger resumed its intricate traceries. “It’ll work out. Besides, now you’ve got me along for the ride.” I nodded, and Pinkie leaned her head on my shoulder. “I’ve wanted to say those words for so long...”

“What stopped you?”

“I don’t know... It’s such a small thing, but...” She paused for a moment as we adjusted our positions. Soon enough we were under the covers, her eyes staring longingly into mine. “Sometimes the smallest things take up the most room in our hearts.” She let out an adorable yawn as she slowly closed her eyes. “G’night, Icarus.”

Author's Notes:

Look at that sex. Man, it feels good to write some quality clop like that.