Dear Diary

Today... Ink dripped down on the parchment. How the hell would I explain what had happened, even in terms I understood? The change had been so all-encompassing that I couldn’t even write with a pen anymore. I had a quill in my hand. A quill! But at least I could still use my own tshirt, jeans and hoodie with zipper. I scratched out what I had just written down and started over.

Dear diary,

Recently I went somewhere I had never thought I’d see… No, that didn’t work either. How the hell would I be able to explain, in words, that I had ended up where I was now?

“Ugh,” I let out a frustrated sigh. I had to be dreaming, or maybe in some sort of hypnosis? No, it had gone on for what I thought to be two days. Seemed unlikely that I wouldn’t have woken up or been taken out of the trance.

“What’s wrong?” a friendly, and slightly concerned, voice said from behind. I turned around and saw a girl with blue-black hair with a pink and a purple stripe in it. Her skin had a tone of very light purple as well, and she had a dark purple color to her iris. And she had a horn in her forehead. And wings. Something I didn’t think myself able to overlook anytime soon.

Other than that, there was nothing otherworldly about her. She had glasses, and currently wore a lab coat over her fit jeans and slightly loose shirt. She had been wearing that since I arrived and small dark rings under her eyes suggested that she hadn’t slept between then and now.

“Oh, nothing, I am just…” I had no idea what to say. Seemed so easy to just ask her what the hell was going on, but at the same time I didn’t like the thought of sharing my thoughts with this stranger.

Twilight Sparkle, she had called herself. Strange name, to say the least, but oddly fitting for some reason. I couldn’t really think of something else I would have called this… whatever she was.

“I am just still in a little shock that I am here, I guess,” I said, after staling for a while, with her eyes expectantly fixed on me.

“Yes, that is… hang on, that reminded me of something,” without further explanation she turned around and walked out of the room the way she came. I took the opportunity to throw a quick glance to her backside, but with the lab coat it didn’t show much.

Without anything better to do, I turned back to the parchment in front of me, only for my heart to sink in my chest. Somehow I had managed to knock over the inkpot all over what could have been my first ever diary entry. Giving up on that project, I put down the pen and walked after Twilight.

**

Down a flight of stairs in the tree she had made her home, I found a dozen or so books in the air with a purple glow around them. A quick look around and I saw Twilight bent over what appeared to be an advanced chemistry setup. Her horn glowed with the same color as the books.

“Ahhhh!” I heard someone gasp behind me, before I found myself on my back, on the floor with some strange pink creature sitting on my stomach. Well, creature wasn’t really the way to describe her. She appeared more human than Twilight did, since she had no horn or, from my limited view, wings. She did, however, have a strange undertone to her skin; light pink. And I could only describe her darker pink hair as having a lot of volume. But that didn’t distract me for long; her face was now inches away from mine.

“Hey! I’m Pinkie Pie! Are you new!? You have to be new, because I know everyone in town! That is awesome! You can be my new friend! Do you want to be my new friend!?”

She spoke, if one could call her loud exclamations ‘speaking’, really fast, while at the same time she moved her head to see me from a new angle with every third word. I had no idea how to react to this, but then I saw to my great relief that the purple glow came around her, and lifted her away.

“Don’t mind her, she gets easily excited around new people,” Twilight said from where she stood, still with her back to me.

“Oh! Sorry,” this ‘Pinkie Pie’ looked a little ashamed for a moment, before she reached out her hand to me and helped me get to my feet. “I’m just so excited to meet new people, because then I get to make new friends and I love to make friends!”

“That’s…” I wasn’t sure what to say. She seemed nice enough, if a bit- how would someone more eloquent than myself put it?- hyper? Was that the word? It was in the vicinity of being accurate, but not quite right. “That’s fine. I’m just glad you didn’t break something.”

“Oh, I would never do that… on purpose,” she added the last couple of words in a low tone, so I could barely hear them. “Hey! Wanna go see if we can find something fun to do around town? Unless you are here, having fun with Twilight instead, of course.”

“No,” Twilight beat to the response. I felt that I instinctively tensed up for a moment. Please, don’t leave me alone with this crazy one. This crazy- and actually pretty cute, now that I gave her a second look- hyperactive girl who liked to talk way to loud and tackle people to the ground. “I am in the middle of some research, so he can come with you. Have fun, you two.”

“Okay!” before I knew what went on, I was locked in a tight hug-ish thing, that somehow felt like any struggling would lead to it being a stranglehold, from behind and dragged in the direction of the door, to find myself in the town I had only witnessed from the window of Twilights home over the last couple of days.

“So, where should we go first!? To Sweet Apple Acres!? Or maybe to Sugarcube Corner!? Ooooh, Sugarcube Corner sounds great right about now, don’t you think!?”

“Yes,” I meekly replied and hoped to whatever these people prayed to that she would loosen her grip around me. “But I think I can go myself, without you dragging me around…”

“Oh, sorry!” she let me go and forcefully turned be around. She had a white tank top with no apparent bra and a knee long skirt in a slightly darker pink color than her skin, and running shoes. The later probably came out of necessity, all things considered. I couldn’t help but throw a glance to her cleavage, which was quite pronounced.

“Come on, what are we waiting around for!?” She grabbed my hand and started to run in what I hoped was the right direction. Being dragged around town with her, down dead ends, seemed unappealing.

**

“Here we are!” with me still in tow Pinkie busted down the door- I was sure that any more pressure would have broken the hinges- and in essence threw me to the ground. More accurately, she came to a full stop without warning, let go of my hand and accidently tripped me. Regardless of the details, I ended up on my stomach right inside the doorway, with a Pinkie that now tried to apologize through the laughter. Sigh.

“I’m- hahaha- sorry, I- hehehe- should have warned you!”

“No shit,” I mumbled to myself. Any more crazy antics from her and I would go back to Twilights house. Tree. Whatever.

“Here, let me help you up,” for the second time in what felt like less than half an hour, she reached out her hand to help me to my feet. “And let me present you to Mrs. Cake, one of the owners of Sugarcube Corner!”

I looked up as I took Pinkie’s hand and was met with the sight of what appeared to be a woman in her middle thirties. She had a blue tone to her skin and a bit more curves than Pinkie and Twilight. And a hair in the form of cupcake frosting, in a similar color to that of Pinkie. Wiat, what? I had to look a second time before I believed what I saw. Hair, in the form of cupcake frosting?

Hang on, I thought to myself. I just came from a house- tree, I corrected myself- where a girl with wings and a frikkin magical horn lives and I am surprised by this?

“Hello dear,” Mrs. Cake said with a friendly smile. She wore a tight, very light pink short-sleeved sweater, dark pants and an apron. Some flour on her wrists betrayed that she had just come from the kitchen. “And Pinkie Pie. I see you have a new friend? You can just call me Mrs. Cake, everyone does.”

She held out her hand, to which I thankfully responded by properly introducing myself. Anything to take my mind of Pinkie for another- and there she was on my mind again. Damn it, the last thing I wanted was to be haunted in my mind as well as outside it by this crazy pink… something. Not that I could ever see myself telling her that. No, my negative opinions would remain in my mind. As always.

“Such a gentleman. Now,” Mrs. Cake said after I introduced myself and went behind the counter. With another friendly smile she continued. “Could I help you with something, dear?”

“Yes!” Pinkie manifested herself in my senses with her exclamation. With a look to me, and undoubtedly nervous expression, Mrs. Cake smile turned slightly nervous as well. “Cupcakes! We want some fo your amazing cupcakes!”

“One batch of cupcakes coming right up!” from a door behind the counter I heard a man, more than a little stressed, yell. “Can you take the money, honey-bun?”

“Yes dear,” Mrs. Cake yelled back. “That’ll be 5 bits, Pinkie.”

“Oki doki Loki,” 5 coins, that looked like they might have been made of gold to my untrained eye, landed in front of the blue mil- I meant woman. I begged my brain to try to keep the head out of the gutter. This was really not the time, with the Pinkie problem. And had she just said Loki? As in the old Norse god of mischief? Couldn’t be. Probably me just drawing a connection between dots that weren’t really there.

Moments later a skinny man with a thin beard stump at the tip of his chin and dark rings under his eyes ran out from the door with a medium sized box, almost tripped himself and managed to get them to the others. He had a yellow tone to his skin and wore what I would guess to be a male version of Mrs. Cake attire.

“Okay, honey-bun, gotta get back to the baking!” the man, presumably Mr. Cake, ran back through the door.

“What do you wanna do now!?” Pinkie jumped on me from behind and put her head next to mine. I closed my eyes in sheer  panic and would have lost my balance, if I didn’t accidently use Mrs. Cake as support. When I opened my eyes, I saw I had placed my hands in a very inappropriate area of her body.

“I’m so sorry!” I tried to apologize and took my hands of her as fast as I could. “Pinkie jumped on me and I didn’t see what I did! Please, don’t be mad, it was an accident.”

“No harm done,” Mrs. Cake meekly replied. I could see she blushed- probably not as bad as I did- but mostly seemed confused about what had just happened. She threw a hopeless glance at Pinkie. “Now, move along, dears, I have a lot of baking to do.”

**

Out of the store and on the street Pinkie had given me the box to carry, as she herself jumped around for no apparent reason. Did she have no limit to her energy? And more importantly, why hadn’t people started to stand around this crazy girl in a crowd, followed by a whisper of what could be wrong with her!? My head hurt at the implication this gave. Either she was not weird after the standards here, or they were used to her.

Like so many times before, I caught myself in a position I hated to be in. I, the guy who had always been the outsider back home, now judged others for apparently being weird. Better if I just calmed down and tried to get to know her before I wrote her off as… whatever I would call her.

“Sooo?” Pinkie stopped right in front of me and leaned in my direction, with an expectant expression. I couldn’t help but to let my eyes move down to her cleavage more than once, before I forced them up to her eyes again. Her light blue, and strangely innocent, eyes. “Where do you wanna go to eat the cupcakes?”

She leaned a little back again, exposing her cleavage to me more. Not sure if this was intentional, but if it was, she must have caught on to me looking. Shit, that could be bad. I tried my best to not look away from her eyes, though I found them of her breasts a couple of times.

“I…” I had no idea what to say. The only other place in town I really knew about was Twilight’s tree, but she had already said she was busy with… I didn’t know. Something that looked to be chemistry. “I don’t know, I am new around here, remember?”

The moment the words crossed my lips, I knew I had probably said something I would immediately regret. And I was right.

“That’s right! You’re new! So you don’t know about all the awesome places in Ponyville! Like Sugarcube Corner! No, wait, we are at Sugarcube Corner! So of course you know about that! But you don’t know about other places! I could show you around town! Then we could have a picnic! Ooohh! A picnic! We should have a picnic and eat the cupcakes the place we have our picnic!”

I could have sworn that she jumped in and out of existence within each phrase, since she seemed to move so fast around me that it resembled some cartoons I had seen.

In what I could only describe as an act without any preceding thought, she grabbed my arm again and started to drag me in a direction. Why was this something no one who thought about it would do? Because I had used both hands to hold the box with the cupcakes, which at the current time had been flung up in the air by my desperate attempt to keep a hold of it. I couldn’t help but to be impressed with Pinkie’s reaction time though, since moments later she had swung herself around and dive bombed in the box’s direction.

When she landed, she had caught it and prevented the cupcakes from being spoiled on the ground. And in the process her skirt had been uplifted and I currently looked at a Pinkie Pie on her elbows and knees, wearing only a thong. Even with the sight before me, I couldn’t help but notice a tattoo of three balloons on her thigh. Until she let out a laugh, I kept my eyes fixed at her panties, but with the extra sound introduced to the situation I came back to myself. Or rather, I managed to get a semblance of self-control back.

“Yay, I saved the cupcakes! That was fun! Did you have fun?” she wiggled her ass a little in my direction, still on the ground, with a big grin on her face, which was now turned to me as much as her position would allow.

“Well, I…” I blushed badly and tried to think of something to say that wouldn’t paint me as a complete creep, but never got the chance when Pinkie jumped back to her feet. From her knees and elbows. With a box of cupcakes in her hands. Was she even subject to normal laws of physics? I couldn’t help but wonder.

“Yay, you had fun!”

I had no idea what to say, or even if I should say something. That I had stared at her like that didn’t seem to bother her at all, quite the opposite. She beamed, in fact, and I couldn’t resist a smile that spread on my face, which was met with a full smile from her. Full teeth flash and closed eyes. When it ended, she gave me the box again and gestured me to follow her. And then she started to skip along the road at a high pace, in the direction of what I thought to be an apple orchard.

**

“Where are we going?” I asked after a while, doing my best to keep up with the pink girl. We had passed by a farm recently, but now we seemed to head towards a forest that gave me an uneasy chill. It was quite dark and overgrown. Probably just that I didn’t know the place. After all, I found ‘Ponyville’- or that is what I had thought Pinkie said earlier- uncanny.

“To a place where we can have a picnic, silly!” she shot back, playfully. “I know of a perfect place to have it, by a small lake. Me and Dashie had a picnic there not long ago! Well, not a picnic, but a day with bathing and sunbathing! It was really fun!” she said in her usual enthusiasm, but continued in a more reflective tone. “Except the whole thing about me going to the Mirror Pool and making so many of me that I overran the city, and made people sad. And that my friends had to make me prove I was me by doing something really boring. That was not fun!”

“What?” Before I could think my action through, I asked, with full knowledge that this was probably something I would not be able to understand and that it would give Pinkie more motivation to ‘speak’ again. “And who is ‘Dashie’?”

I cursed myself for making the same mistake I had outside of Sugarcube Corner. And as I expected, the exclamations she seemed to think was normal speech started to flow.

“I mean, I was like ‘having more than one Pinkie would allow Pinkie to have more fun that just one Pinkie’, but then there became too many Pinkies and we had to send them back to the Mirror Pool! And to do that my friends had to round up all the Pinkies, even me Pinkie, and make us stare at pain that dried and every Pinkie who couldn’t was sent back!”

I probably had to ask Twilight for a more, erh, accurate representation of whatever the hell she went on about, and I made a mental note of it. However, I soon found myself listening to Pinkie Pie once again.

“And Dashie is Rainbow Dash! Don’t you know Rainbow Dash!? Wait, you’re new! So you don’t have many friends! That means I should make a party for you, with all of Ponyville! So you can get lots and lots of friends! And then we can go on picnics together! Or an adventure, like the time my best friends and I went up the mountain to stop a Dragon from spreading smoke all over Equestria!”

Somehow, I believed that it was very possible for people who hung around with her ended up in all sorts of situations. To add a dragon? Well, he had seen people with weird tones to their skin, horns and wings and magic- and the strange ability to actually have behavior that resembled a cartoon character, in the case of Pinkie Pie- already. To think dragons might exist in this place was no starch of what might just be possible.

“And Dashie is the most amazing flyer in all of Equestria! She has even trained with the Wonderbolts! And when she was away I was so worried! I thought that since she was with her idols, she might have forgotten her friends! But I was wrong, since we got there in time to stop that from happening! Yay, I am still friends with Dashie! We’re here!”

Distracted by Pinkie, I hadn’t been able to notice that we had arrived at the lake she bad mentioned. It seemed very nice and relaxed, actually, and it was pretty well secluded. I probably had to memorize the way here, so I could use it when I needed some peace and quiet.

“Ohh,” she said disappointed. “We don’t have anything to sit on or to put the cupcakes on… Wait, I know!”

I was stunned when I saw that Pinkie pulled of her tank top and laid it on the ground, leaving her breasts exposed. I concluded by looking at her that she could stand to lose a few pounds, but this didn’t take away from her looks. In fact, it make her seem cuter somehow. Her nipples erected as I couldn’t help but stare at them, placed perfectly on the c-cups in front of me. I had been right about no bra.

“What? Aren’t you having fun?” Pinkie sounded a little afraid when she asked, while in the middle of taking of her skirt.

“Well, I…” as expected my face started to burn. Why did I have to blush so easily? “It is just that… We could have used my hoodie as well…”

I didn’t really know what I should say. Having a picnic here, with an almost entirely naked Pinkie, seemed like a good dream come true, but it still made me a bit uncomfortable.

“Silly, if we did that you wouldn’t be able to have fun looking at my boobs and panties!”

Wait, what? There had to be something in my ears. She couldn’t seriously have said what I just heard, could she? Before I could reflect further on this strange statement, I was forced to sit down on the skirt she just finished taking off, quickly followed by a hand on the bulge that had built in my jeans, gently rubbing back and forth through the fabric.

“He says you are having fun, so it can’t be that you don’t,” Pinkie sat on her knees right by me, with her cups right at the height of my face, inches away.

“Oh, I know!” it sounded like something had dawned on her and I felt the hand go away. I dared to peek up at her face and she beamed back down at me, quickly followed by her hands on the back of my head and my face planted firmly in her bosom. “You are having fun, but you want to have more fun! And Pinkie wants to have lots of fun!”

When this happened, I decided that I should try to let my inhibitions go. My hands found her hips and slowly moved up to her ass, where I started to massage her. I heard her let out a please ‘yay!’, before she let my face go.

Pinkie planted her hands on my shoulders and pushed me to my back, so fast that because my hands were still massaging her, she fell on top of me with a laugh. Her face landed right under mine, on my chest, and I could feel that my erection now pressed against her nether regions, with only the fabric of her thong and my own clothes between them.

With a dirty look, she slides back across my body, until her upper body aligned with my lower one. I could feel her boobs press against crotch, a feeling quickly accompanied by hands searching for the way to open my jeans.

“Looks like I found the party favor,” she said and leaned backwards. In her hands I could see my ‘party favor’ standing in salute while being inspected. I let out a suppressed moan, which seemed to encourage her even more.

“Do you mind if I take a lollipop, while we let the ingredients prepare and the oven preheat?”

I couldn’t believe she just said that, but the weird comment was quickly forgotten as she leaned in and licked the underside of my erection. When she reached the top her tongue rested for a split second, before she took it into her mouth.

Her tongue went in circles, then back and forth from one side to the other, the in circles again. All the while she stroked the shaft and looked me right in the eyes. I could feel the pressure start to build to a critical level.

Pinkie started to bob her head up and down and let her tongue do its work on the shaft. Deeper and deeper for each bob, I had to fight the urge to cum right then and there.

Soon my entire length was gone and the pink skinned girl stopped bobbing, but simply kept it like that. A small tear escaped her eye, but she refused to retract before she was about to feint.

“Aww,” she said with a playful voice and ran her hands up and down it when she finally had to get some air. “Seems like someone isn’t fond of sharing. Sharing is caring, you know.”

With that she went to work again, taking the full length with each bob, letting herself just far enough out to take another breath. The pressure I had barely been able to contain finally became too much. Unthinkingly I took a hold of Pinkie’s and forced my member as far down her throat as I could, letting it all pump into her, pulse after pulse of semen. After what felt like an eternity to me, it stopped and I could make my hands let go.

“That was really fun!” Pinkie Pie smiled and laughed. “And really tasty. We should do this more often!”

To myself I had to admit that that did sound appealing. If there was a higher power, it might just have blessed me and- what the hell was the pink creature up to now?

In my moment of distraction, she had started to stroke and lick me again with a lust in her eyes. I didn’t even get the chance to go flaccid before she forced it back on duty.

“I think we should be all set for baking now!” Pinkie had gotten to her knees and simply ripped of the thong, and threw it in my face. I could feel the liquid that had stained it. I stretched out my tongue, but I couldn’t place the taste. And I got more important things on my mind rather quickly.

Pinkie had taken a hold of my erection again and, while I had been busy with the wet thing, she had positioned herself right above it. She had a small portion of pink pubic hair, shaped like one of the balloons on her thigh. Without any further ceremony, she let herself down on it.

“Heh, I knew we would be better of my letting the ingredients and oven prepare,” she said and started to rock back and forth. The whole thing had gone in with a single motion and now I could feel the muscles massage my member. My hips started to move by themselves and my hands found themselves massaging her ass once more.

After a little work, the rhythm started to match and I could feel the pressure start to build again. For the both of us it became harder to suppress our moans of pleasure.

My hands continued to play with her ass when a thought came to me. Would she enjoy it? It was hard to say, but I wouldn’t be able to hold on for much longer and I had to do something to get her over the edge.

My fingers made their way into the area between her cheeks and after a quick search they found what they were looking for. With one finger from each hand, I penetrated her butt.

The reaction was instant: Pinkie let out a loud squeal and fell forward onto my chest. I could feel her juices run down. Unable to keep back when I felt this, I felt my seed leave my body for the second time. Panting, I just looked at Pinkie Pie.

“That was… awesome…” she said and smiled. “We should… just lie like this… for now…”