Split Personalities

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The Hyper Mare
Errand Boy
Promises

The Hyper Mare

The morning sun pours into your room while you sleep peacefully, wrapping yourself in your blanket and nuzzling into your fluffy pillow. You smile pleasantly, as your room remains quiet and tranquil while you slowly begin to awaken. It’s rare for you to stay asleep this long most days, or rather the first few months of living with an extremely hyperactive and bubbly mare that makes it her duty to ensure you are up bright and early. Not to mention you have to work alongside her in your new job which makes you want to sleep in day after day to get as much energy as it’s possible.

You shift and turn around to face away from the window to avoid the sun’s rays. As you start to get comfortable again, you hear the door to your room burst open. “It’s time to get up, silly! You’ve overslept and that’s not okay for me to do, so you can’t do it either!” You groggily open one eye just in time to see a flash of pink tackle you out of bed and onto the floor.

You hear hysterical giggling above you, as the heavy mass bounces up and down on your waist. “Come on, come on, come on! We have to get going!”

“Good morning to you too, Pinkie,” you open both of your eyes and see Pinkie with her trademark smile planted firmly on her face, a bright pink T-shirt with differently colored party hats and confetti decorating it. You feel her jean shorts press against your lower stomach as her messy hair goes every which way.

She starts giggling hysterically again. “It’s not morning anymore silly, it hit noon one minute ago!”

“It’s noon already?!” you shout, sitting up abruptly and nearly knocking Pinkie into your lap as she lets out a yelp in surprise.

She regains her balance. “Yep! We gotta get going, like I said! So try to hurry!”

You sigh aloud, rubbing your eyes. “Sorry for oversleeping, Pinkie…”

She smiles at you. “It’s alright; I decided to let you sleep in today because you looked so tired yesterday!”

You give her a smile in return. “You’re a mare after my own heart,” you say with a laugh.

She simply giggles. “Hm? But I don’t eat meat…” she says, cocking her head to the side.

You laugh louder when she says this. “No, it’s a saying.”

“Oh, like one of those phrases that has a hidden meaning?” she inquires curiously, shuffling closer to you.

You ponder her choice of words. “Well, sort of. I guess you could say that.”

“Ooooh, so what’s it mean?!” she asks, enthusiastically.

You stop to think if you should answer her or not when it suddenly dawns on you. “Uh, Pinkie, if we keep chatting we’ll never fill todays orders.”

“Oh no! I nearly forgot!” She jumps off of you and runs towards the door before sliding to a stop, quickly turning her head in your direction once more. “I’ll wait for you downstairs!” she states before bouncing off down the hall.

You simply sigh aloud. “I hope we don’t have to do much today” You get to your feet and stretch before quickly getting ready for the day.

You meet Pinkie downstairs a few minutes later. She then almost immediately shoves a cupcake in your mouth. “You should eat before going so you can have energy for the day!”

Taking out a piece of the cupcake in order to refrain from choking, you swallow part of it before speaking. “I don’t think cupcakes are something you should be eating for lunch.” You laugh when she makes a shocked face.

You notice Mrs. Cake walking up to the both of you. “Here you are, dearie, eat up so you both can run your routes,” Mrs. Cake hands over a sandwich, letting you take it before going back to baking.

“Now you two better hurry if you want to get these orders out quickly,” Mrs. Cake waves as Pinkie grabs you by the hand and drags you towards the door.

“Don’t worry about us; we’ll get those orders super-duper fast!” Pinkie gives a big wave to Mrs. Cake while she continues dragging you out the door.

“Thanks for the sandwich!” you say with your mouth full before exiting the shop.

“Soooo, where are we going first?” you ask the cheerful mare walking next to you.

“Well, first we have to go by Twilight’s place, then we have to go to the store to pick up supplies for the bakery, then after we bake up everyone’s orders, we’ll deliver them. Of course, that means I’ll get to eat extra cupcakes!” Pinkie jumps up and down at the thought of more sweets, licking her lips to whatever she’s thinking up.

“So, the usual?” You simply ask while taking the last bite of your sandwich.

“Nope, not even close to the usual!” She gives a big toothy grin before explaining.

“We’re visiting Twilight today to discuss when the next get together we’ll be having!” She explains enthusiastically.

“Uh, Pinkie, didn’t you girls talk about that stuff two days ago?” you ask in a confused tone.

“Yeah we did; why do you ask?” She cocks her head sideways.

“Then why are we going over there again?” You wonder about her thought process sometimes.

“Because, I forgot to ask what type of cupcakes we should be having!” She makes a face that you would think someone who’s seen the end of the world would make.

You simply laugh at her over-exaggerated expression. “Pinkie, I don’t think she’ll care about what cupcakes you’ll bring since they’ll taste great regardless.”

“Cupcakes are serious business!” She says it with another shocked expression on her face before going back into another fit of giggles, “Besides, Twilight will want all the details since she’ll lose her mind if everything isn’t accounted for.” she explains more thoroughly.

“Oh right, I forgot.” Glancing over at her, you start to reminisce about how your stay with the bubbly, hyperactive mare came to be.

~*~*~

You’d lived in Manehatten for years. The city life was sometimes fun and exciting, and there were always things to do there. But eventually, it started to become too much; the overcrowded streets, the snobby residents, you decided that it was time to get away from it all. A nice, quiet town with just enough going on that it’s interesting without it becoming overwhelming. Before you realized it, you’d finally raised enough money to move away from the city and found your way to a cozy little town called Ponyville. It was pretty much what you were hoping for, everything you needed in the small town, except one thing: A house for rent.

The one drawback you didn’t really think about was the fact that, because of it being so small, there weren’t a lot of readily-available houses for sale. You collapsed on a park bench after wandering around town looking for someplace to rent. Running your fingers through your hair from frustration as you silently cursed your luck made you not notice the hoofsteps coming closer to you.

“Hello!” A loud, feminine voice busted out next to you.

You’d nearly jumped up off the bench from surprise. “Huh!?”

“You’re new here, right?” she’d asked in an excited tone.

“Uh, y-yeah I am,” you looked up at the mare in confusion.

“I knew it; I saw you over here and thought to myself: “He looks new, I should say hi and welcome him to Ponyville!” she exclaimed happily.

“I-I see. Well, thank you, but I don’t think I’ll be staying long.” You went back to your depression.

“Huh, why’s that?” She looked at you confusedly.

“This place doesn’t have homes for rent, and with no house of my own or money, I see little point in trying to make a living here since I can’t afford to buy a house,” you explained.

The mare gasped. “What!? But if you can’t afford to buy a house, how will you be able to live here?!”

You shrugged and sighed aloud. “That’s sort of why I can’t live he-” She cut you off by shoving her hand over your mouth looking like she’s lost in thought.

“Oh, Oh, I know!” She suddenly grabbed your arm and started dragging you off somewhere.

You start to protest what felt less like enthusiasm and more like kidnapping. “Hey, what are you-?” She interrupted you before you could finish your sentence.

“We can go to my place! There are extra rooms there that you can stay at!” she cheerily stated.

“B-but I don’t even know you well enough for that!” You manage to get her to stop dragging you.

“Oh, of course, how could I forget!?” She tapped her forehead as if she forgot something obvious.

You sighed aloud. “You see what I mean? I appreciate the kind gesture but I-”

“I’m Pinkie Pie, nice to meet you! There, now that we’re friends, you can come live with me and the Cakes!” she declared as she resumed what felt like an attempt at dislocating your shoulder.

“Wait, what?” is all you managed to say before being pulled along again. Trying to keep pace with the energetic mare, you continued to question her logic. “Um, miss-er Pinkie Pie, are you really okay letting a complete stranger--who you just met off the street--into your house?” you asked.

“But we already know enough about each other! Besides, I can tell you’re a good person!” she exclaimed cheerfully.

“But how can you tell?” You looked at her in wonder.

“I got an itchy back just before I met you, so you must be nice!” she nonchalantly explained.

“How does that mean anything?” you asked, wondering more and more about the mare’s sanity.

“An itchy back means something good will happen to me! You see, I have what I call my Pinkie sense; It tells me all sorts of things, and it’s never wrong!” she jovially declared.

“I-I see, well I guess I can’t really argue with your… sense, and it’s not like I’m ungrateful for the help, It’s just that I’m not used to anyone being so helpful since I came from a big city.” You scratched the back of your head sheepishly.

“Oh, oh! Where did you come from!?” she asked, turning towards you abruptly.

“Manehatten,” you stated.

“Ooooooh, I bet it’s super-duper fun there!” Her eyes sparkled with delight.

You chuckled a little. “Yeah, it was nice for a while, but it was a bit much... I was hoping to find a nice, quiet town like this one.”

“Well, Ponyville’s a great place to live; it’s really fun here and there’s always something to do!”

“Alright, I’ll go along with your idea, at least until I can afford an actual house for myself,” you stated as you both approached a large building.

“We’re here! Now we can ask if you can stay with us!” She then proceeded to head through the door, dragging you along.

“Wait, who do we have to-” You got cut off by Pinkie again.

She called out to the empty room. “Mrs. Cake, are you in the kitchen?”

“Yes Dearie, what do you- Is this a new friend of yours?” she asked as she walked out of the back room.

“Yep! That’s what I wanted to ask you about; you see, he recently came here hoping to live here, but he doesn’t have the money to actually buy a house, so he wanted to live with us since we have the extra room!” Pinkie energetically bounced in place, making both you and Mrs. Cake look at her in confusion.

“Wait, I never personally asked to live-” Mrs. Cake interrupted you this time.

“Um, Dearie, we’re not in the habit of letting anyone live here, you were a special case. Plus I doubt my husband would be okay letting in a complete stranger into our home with the kids,” Mrs. Cake explained while examining you.

“But he isn’t a complete stranger. Besides, my Pinkie sense tells me he’s a good person!” Pinkie pointed to her back as if indicating something; you weren’t quite sure what.

“That may be the case, but I’m still unsure if it’s-” Pinkie leaned over towards Mrs. Cake and whispered something in her ear before she pulled away.

“Oh, I see; well if that’s the case… I suppose we could use an extra pair of hands around here considering the time of year again,” She pondered the possibilities as she spoke aloud.

As she thought to herself, you began to think it’d be a bad idea to impose yourself like this. “You know, maybe I should look elsewhere…” However, the moment you said so, Pinkie looked at you with puppy dog eyes, and whimpered at you. You tried looking away, but found that no matter where you looked or moved, she’d already be there, with that same begging look in her eyes. She leaned in closer, until you sighed before quickly scrambled to put something together to help stop the mare from looking like she was about to burst into tears. “But... if it helps... I suppose I can work for you... just until I work up the money to get my own place…” You could only hope it would be enough to make Mrs. Cake agree to letting you stay.

“Alright, let me talk to my husband about it and we’ll see if it’s okay,” She gave you a gentle smile.

Pinkie looked at you excitedly, her expression practically instantaneous. “See? I told you everything would work out!”

“Yeah, I guess so…” You wondered how she could change her emotions so easily, as well as her location, before your attention shifted back to Mrs. Cake.

“Now, wait a moment, I still need to discuss it with my husband, though I’m sure he’ll understand,” She reassured you.

“I’ll do anything you need me to,” You said, trying not to sound desperate.

“Don’t worry about it Dearie; oh but excuse me, what is your name?”

You perked up. “Oh, right! Sorry, my name is…”

~*~*~

You’re so lost in thought about how everything began, you don’t even hear Pinkie calling your name. The pink mare leans in until she’s pressing her nose right into your own, which causes you to snap back to reality. “Huh, what’s up?” you ask, backing up to give yourself some space.

“I was talking to you and noticed you weren’t paying attention,” she says while looking at you with a hint of concern.

“Oh sorry, I was just thinking about how I met you for the first time when I came here.” You reposition yourself, turning your full attention to Pinkie. “I’m still incredibly grateful to you and the Cakes for helping me out. I really owe you big time, but I have to ask: What did you tell Mrs. Cake to get her to let me stay so quickly?” you ask out of curiosity.

Pinkie begins giggling. “Um, I don’t remember, something about you willing to work for them for free, I think?” Pinkie exclaims happily.

“So, I was going to be free labor?” You look at her with an unamused expression.

She just waves it off. “It all worked out, didn’t it?” she states reassuringly. Before you can argue with her, you notice her rocking back and forth anxiously. “Speaking of back then, how many friends did you have in Manehatten?” she asks while looking in your direction.

“I didn’t really have many, if any at all; remember there were a few reasons I left that place, not just from it being too lively,” you explain.

Pinkie scratches her head for a moment before replying. “Oh yeah, I remember now.”

Noticing a look of concern growing on her face, you give her a friendly grin before casually throwing an arm around her shoulder. “And I couldn’t have made a better choice because I ended up making a friend like you, Pinkie,”

Pinkie, shocked at first, recovers quickly and giggles some more. “I can help you make more friends if you want me too!”

“It’s okay, at least for now,” You laugh when she gives you a confused look.

“But you can never have too many friends! That’s how you keep every day exciting!” she says in a dramatic tone.

You scratch the back of your head. “I get enough excitement just hanging out with you, Pinkie. I doubt I could handle any more than that.”

“Oh, I’m sorry. I guess you can stay at the store when I’m off making deliveries if you want,” You watch as her hair seems to start visibly deflating.

“Hey, I didn’t mean it like that! I love being around you all the time!” you say cheerfully.

She starts laughing nervously for a moment before replying. “I knew that, I was just joking!”

“Sheesh, you had me worried for a second, there. You act so cheery all the time, I wouldn’t know how to handle you being sad,” you say jokingly.

“Me, sad? I can’t be sad, I mean, if I’m sad then my friends are sad, and that would make me feel so much worse, because I’d never want to make my friends sad about anything!” she explains in an oddly serious tone.

“I guess I can understand why you’d want to do that. Though if you ever have anything to get off your chest, just come find me, and I’ll always try to help!” you say to reassure her.

“Thanks, if I ever need to, I’ll let you know,” She hugs you tightly and gives a big toothy grin.

You hug her back before pulling away, and you can’t help but smile back, seeing her in such high spirits. However, before you can say anything else she interrupts by pointing ahead of her. “It’s Twilight’s house!” she says before bouncing off towards the librarian’s home.

You plug your ears, expecting the mare to make quite a ruckus as she nears the door before stopping in front of it.

Pinkie starts knocking on the door rapidly. “TWILIIIIIIGHT!”

“Pinkie, I’m sure she’d hear the knocking just fine,” you say as you unplug your ears.

“You never know, she could be so absorbed into a book that she doesn’t hear or she could be doing her annual ‘Cleaning Up The Library’ Day!” she exclaims.

“Well, I guess that could happen,” You still thought it was a bit excessive, but Pinkie is Pinkie after all, and it was one of her charming sides she has that made you want to befriend her in the first place.

The door suddenly opens as Twilight pokes her head out before opening it up completely. “Hey you two, what’s going on?”

“Heya Twilight, I was wondering what cupcakes we should have at our get-together party!” Pinkie states, giving Twilight her undivided attention.

“I assumed you’d bring the usual like you always do, correct?” Twilight looks at her friend in confusion.

“Oh right, I guess it slipped my mind,” Pinkie sighs aloud, causing you to turn and look at her as Twilight takes a step out of the doorway.

Twilight pauses for a moment before speaking. “Pinkie, are you okay? You seem to be out of it lately,” she asks worriedly.

Pinkie immediately perks up and smiles. “Oh don’t worry about a thing, Twilight! I’m just fine, just didn’t get enough sleep last night is all.”

“If you say so,” Twilight looks at Pinkie with an unsure gaze.

“I am! Oh, I almost forgot, I need to run back to the bakery and write down what cupcakes I want to bring! Be back in a jiffy!” Pinkie then sprints off in a flash, leaving little more than a dust cloud in her place.

“She seems to have a lot of energy to me,” you say, silently wondering how she can do that as you shoo away the cloud of dust she left behind.

“That’s just Pinkie’s usual personality. But lately she seems more drained than normal; has she been pushing herself a lot lately?” Twilight gives you a thoughtful look.

“Well to tell you the truth, she seems to be acting normal to me. I haven’t noticed anything out of the ordinary. Though she seems to rush through everything a lot quicker, this makes her more forgetful. Plus she’s been taking a lot more hosting jobs and has been partying almost every other day for whatever reason, but she says that’s normal. I try to go with her but I end up getting so exhausted I hardly have the energy to get out of bed,” You start to think back to see if anything happened.

“I see; that would explain why she seems out of it,” She sighs heavily, as if she’s at a loss of what to do.

“Sorry I’m not very helpful,” You begin to wonder if something really is wrong with Pinkie, which makes you worry.

Twilight gives you a reassuring smile. “Oh no, it’s not that, I just thought from the way Pinkie always talks about you that you’d be able to help cheer her up or make her take it easy,”

“I honestly doubt I’d be able to calm her down,” You smile nervously at Twilight.

“I just assumed you’d be able to have more influence, since you two live together,” she explains.

You’re about to say something until Pinkie skids to a halt right next to you both. “We have to get going, see you later, Twilight!” She happily hugs her friend, the grabs your arm and begins dragging you along before Twilight can say anything. You look back at Twilight who sighs heavily and shakes her head before mouthing something you couldn’t hear.

You slowly turn back to Pinkie and notice she’s breathing a little heavily with sweat running down her cheek. “Uh, Pinkie?”

“Yeah?” She looks up at you.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” you ask in a worrying tone.

“Yeah, of course I am! Why do you ask?” She plays it off as just a normal question.

You scan her expression before continuing. “Uh, well, Twilight was worried about you, and now I’m starting to wonder if maybe you’ve been overworking yourself or if there’s something wrong,”

Pinkie gives you a big grin and shrugs it off. “Oh, you don’t have to worry, remember? I’m just fine, this is normal!”

“Just, if you ever want to talk or need help just let me know, I can at least do that much,” You give her a thumbs-up and chuckle a little which makes her giggle alongside you.

“I’m happy to have another great friend like you,” She suddenly sneezes out of nowhere and sniffles before reaching into her pocket and blowing her nose with a tissue.

You look at Pinkie for a moment. “You catching a cold?”

“Oh no, I just randomly sneezed is all. Someone must be talking about me!” she exclaims.

You eye her suspiciously before shrugging it off. “Alright, I believe you.”

“You worry too much, you’ll get grey hairs if you worry a lot!” She gives you a hug out of nowhere.

“Pinkie… can’t breathe,” Pinkie lets go and laughs.

“You should work on holding your breath longer,” She ends in a fit of giggles.

“I think you just give enthusiastic hugs,” you say as you catch your breath.

“But hugs make everything better!” she shouts.

“That’s true; is that why you hug everyone so much?” you ask in curiosity.

“Well sure! Everyone likes hugs!” She bounces up and down in her usual energetic manner.

“I guess you have a point there,” You momentarily look up at the sky, looking at the clouds roll by. “I think we should get a move on if we want to give Mrs. Cake those orders, huh?” You say with a casual smile.

“Oh my gosh; I almost forgot! We should hurry!” She rushes ahead of you a little ways before skidding to a halt and speeding back. “Hurry up, slowpoke!” She grabs your hand before dragging you alongside her again.

It took a while to go to every house and grab the orders that were needed. Pinkie somehow memorized all of the customers on the list in the bakery, so everything went smoothly. After getting back to the house and giving Mrs. Cake the orders, Pinkie wanted to go to her room for a bit which left you to hang out alone.

“Hey, Mrs. Cake?” you call out from over the counter.

“Yes, Dearie?” She pauses from what she’s doing and looks up at you.

“Have you noticed anything strange with Pinkie Pie lately?” you ask, hoping she could help shed some light onto the situation.

“I’m sorry, Dearie. I haven’t really noticed anything strange, she’s so good at hiding anything that’s bothering her I hardly ever notice, is something the matter?” She looks at you with worry.

“I’m not sure, she seemed happy enough until Twilight explained how well she’s able to hide her emotions, which made me remember there were a few times when she seemed to be dozing off or daydreaming in the middle of doing something,” you explain as best you can.

“Hm, well I’ll try asking her when she comes down later,” She gives you a reassuring smile.

“Okay, thanks Mrs. Cake,” She nods and goes back to what she was doing while you decide to head up to your room to rest a bit.

You let out a long yawn and stretch while lying on your bed; you were feeling oddly sleepy after relaxing for only a few minutes waiting for the orders to get done. Even stranger was the fact that Pinkie didn’t try to pop in and try to get you to do stuff with her like usual. After the talk you had with her friend, you were increasingly confused by Pinkie’s odd behavior but knew you couldn’t really do anything. Still, you were a little worried. You decide that you’d go visit her this time. You hop off the bed and casually walk to her room. You knock once on the door, but hear Pinkie from behind you.

“Hi! What’s up?” Pinkie asks while smiling her usual toothy grin.

You turn around and notice an exhausted Pinkie behind you. “Just wanted to pop over here and ask what you were up to, why do you look so tired?” you ask in a casual tone.

“Oh nothing really, I was just about to ask if Mr. and Mrs. Cake were ready for the deliveries after coming back from a birthday party!” she states enthusiastically.

“Don’t you think you're overworking yourself a bit?” As soon as you finished your sentence, you hear Mrs. Cake call out both your names, causing Pinkie’s smile to widen.

“See? I knew it was time to go!” She turns and walks away, pretending she didn’t hear the question.

“Hey, I can take over the first deliveries to give you a breather, I don’t mind I promise,” you add as you follow close behind.

She giggles as she heads down the stairs. “Don’t be silly, silly. I love doing deliveries!”

You cock your head to the side and look her over for a moment before responding. “Alright, if you’re okay with it, then fine.”

You both head towards the counter where the Cakes are stacking parcels up side by side. “Ah, I need you both to take these to the customers on this list. While you’re out delivering those, we’ll be busy with the other orders for you to take when you get back, so try not to take too long,” Mrs. Cake explains while Mr. Cake sets the last couple of packages on the counter.

“Don’t worry Mrs. Cake; we’ll be back in a jiffy!” Pinkie picks up a few of the delicate boxes as you follow behind, picking up the others before you start heading out the door. You could smell the pleasant aroma emanating from every one of the boxes. You look over at Pinkie, who’s drooling over the smell, as expected. “Pinkie, try not to eat any of them this time,” you say teasingly.

“But they smell so good!” She whimpers at you, which makes her look adorable.

“You’ll be fine. Besides, you’ll get the leftovers when we get done with this,” you add, making her seemingly struggle between the two options.

“Okaaaay, I’ll wait,” You can’t help but smile at her childlike expression, before seeing her reaction shift from disgruntled to panicked. “But we have to hurry and get everything done!” She rushes forward in an attempt to pick up the pace.

“Hey, wait for me!” You try to match her pace the best you can.

You quickly move from house to house and aside from Pinkie saying “Hi!” to everyone the two of you pass on the way, you both finish the first deliveries in record time. “Pinkie, I’ll be dead on my feet if we keep up this speed.”

“Aww, but we have to hurry! I have stuff to do and we haven’t done anything super fun today! Well, we did visit Twilight and I went to a super-fun birthday party. Then there was when we were delivering yummy cakes!” Pinkie bounces up and down excitedly.

“Uh, Pinkie? Aren’t we still delivering stuff?” you ask the excited mare.

“Oh yeah that’s true!” She laughs aloud when you remind her.

You facepalm at her response. “I already feel mentally drained trying to follow her train of thought…”

“Oh, oh! I have a great idea! While you rest, I can run back and grab the rest of the orders so we can go have even more fun!” she exclaims as she runs off.

“H-hey, wait a sec!” You sigh heavily at the mare’s spontaneous burst of energy.

You manage to make your way back to the bakery just as Pinkie finishes another delivery by herself. “Hey, you can’t expect me to let you carry all of these by yourself do you?” you ask, as Pinkie piles box after box in her arms.

“Oh, don’t worry. It’s really no problem at all!” She looks over at the clock on the wall. “Oh no! I’m going to be late!” She bolts out the door. You sigh aloud as you follow behind her while she rushes off to complete her own deliveries.

You just manage to finish your last delivery when you see Pinkie walking back to the bakery. As you get closer, you notice she doesn’t look very well. “Pinkie, you okay?”

“I’m fine, but if I don’t hurry, I’ll be late for my ‘Welcome back from your long trip’ party that I want to throw for the Mayor. Then I told Daisy I’d help her carry flowerpots to her store, which were going to be for her new flowers, so it’s really important that I help her, and-” Pinkie suddenly starts to get really wobbly and trips out of nowhere. Luckily, you manage to catch her before she falls.

You notice sweat dripping down Pinkie’s face. “Pinkie, what happened?” You ask in a worried tone.

“No, it’s okay. I feel fine, I can walk…” You can easily see how flushed her face is just at a glance, ignoring her reassurance.

You place a hand on her forehead. “Pinkie, you’re burning up!”

“No, I…” She pauses a moment before taking a deep breath. “I don’t feel so good,” She finally says as her legs start to wobble a little when she tries to stand.

“Here, use me to keep yourself steady,” You let her lean on you as you walk side by side. “Why didn’t you just tell me you were feeling sick? I would’ve handled everything fine,” you couldn’t help but wonder why she’d try hiding it from you.

“B-but, if I did that, then you would’ve had to do everything by yourself,” she explains.

“But still, it’s not worth risking your health just to please everyone!” You raise your voice to make a point.

Pinkie looks away from you. “I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you…” Pinkie’s shoulders start drooping as her eyes start hazing over a little. She whimpers a little as her hair starts to lose its usual puffy shape, as it seemingly proceeds to slowly deflate.

Your expression softens. “Ah… no, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have raised my voice at you; I was just so worried because you’ve been working yourself ragged all day, and I feel bad for not noticing that you weren’t feeling well.”

Her ears fold down as her head sinks. “It wasn’t your fault; I was hiding it, you shouldn’t blame yourself.”

“I guess, either way we need to get you back. Can you walk?” you ask, holding her steady.

“Y-yeah, I’m fine,” You help her as you both slowly make your way back to the bakery.

As you enter, Mrs. Cake walks out of the kitchen and looks over at the two of you, quickly noticing that there’s something wrong. “What happened? You look awful!” She makes her away around the counter to examine Pinkie.

“She suddenly collapsed when we were done with the deliveries,” you explain.

Mrs. Cake looks at Pinkie, who looks like she’s going to be sick, before she carefully places a hand on Pinkie’s forehead. “Oh my goodness, you’re burning up, Dearie!”

She looks at you. “Can you carry her to her bed? I’ll grab some medicine; be up in a moment.”

“Sure,” You quickly walk her over to the stairs, letting her use the guardrail and your shoulder as support as you make your way up. When you reach the top Pinkie stops abruptly and looks towards the bathroom. “I-I’ll be back in a second!” She bolts towards it, stumbling briefly as she loses the support she had been using to walk. You guess she was about to get sick right before you hear her throw up.

Once she finally leaves the bathroom, you manage to get Pinkie to her room and help her lay down in her bed, making sure she’s comfortable when Mrs. Cake walks in with a glass of water and medicine. “Here, take these dearie; it’ll help lower your fever a little.”

“T-thank you, Mrs. Cake,” Pinkie says raspily.

“Not at all, Dearie.” She turns to look at you, “Can you look after her for a moment; I have to finish some order forms, and then I’ll be right back, I promise.”

“Of course,” you state swiftly.

She quickly leaves, and you focus your attention back on Pinkie. “Are you feeling any better?” you ask.

“N-not really; I feel dizzy and my stomach is doing flips…” she says as she places a hand on her stomach and gently rubs it.

“How long were you feeling this way?” you ask out of concern.

She pauses for a moment before responding. “All day…”

“All day!? Why didn’t you tell me or the Cakes?” you say in a shocked tone.

“I-I didn’t want to worry them or you…” She looks away from you.

You sigh internally, trying not to let her see your frustration. “Well, I’m sure once the medicine kicks in, you’ll feel better,” you say, trying to reassure her.

“I hope it works soon. I think I can still make it, even if I’m a little late…” she says, seemingly to herself rather than to you.

“Huh? What do you mean?” you ask in confusion.

“I mean the party, silly! It’d be rude if I abandoned them,” she explains.

“What? Sorry Pinkie, but I’m not going to let you leave, you’re sick enough as it is,” you say, watching as she leans up in her bed quickly before getting dizzy again and falling back down.

“I can’t be a no-show! I promised them I’d be there!” Pinkie starts panicking a little, struggling in her attempts at trying to roll out of the bed.

“Pinkie calm down, you’re sick. I’m sure they’ll understand. You need to rest and take it easy,” You place a hand on her shoulder and smile at her.

“B-But, but it’s my job, I can’t just stop doing my job. If I did that then it would be bad for everyone else and then they wouldn’t have a great time because they’ll be partyless! Plus, I really slacked off for a while because I had to keep helping you get adjusted here, so I wanted to work twice as hard to make everyone else happy!” she exclaims.

You’re a little taken aback by her words. You never knew she wasn’t working like she usually did because of your inability to help yourself. What’s worse, you never really thought of it. You just assumed that she usually did it for anyone. You mentally hit yourself over the fact that you kept her from doing what she loves. Your emotions must’ve been apparent on your face because Pinkie started to look like she was about to cry.

“I-I didn’t mean it like that!” she says frantically.

“It’s okay, Pinkie. It’s not like you're wrong…” You give a weak smile.

“No, no, I didn’t mean it; I was just trying to explain myself! I really like being with you all day, it’s super fun and I always have a good day! I-it’s just that…” She lowers her head as she mumbles something you can’t quite make out.

You sigh aloud. “I understand, it’s okay, I promise.”

“B-but I-” You place a hand on her shoulder, interrupting what she was going to say.

“It’s fine, Pinkie. But can I make it up to you for not being more considerate of you?” You ask, hoping she’ll just let you.

“You don’t have to, it wasn’t your fault!” Pinkie sits up in her bed.

“But I want too; after all, I owe you, and friends help friends, right?” you ask.

“Yeah, but…” She starts hesitating.

“Pinkie, you’re my best friend. And I feel awful for not paying more attention to your situation. Please let me help you,” You continue to beg.

“I’m happy to be your best friend, but I don’t like it if you're sad because of me…” she explains.

“I’ll be happy when I get you to let me take over your job while you’re sick,” You give her a big smile to try to lighten the mood.

“It’ll make you happy?” she asks hesitantly.

“Yes, I want to be there for you like you were for me,” you explain.

She takes a deep breath. “Okay, if you’re really okay with it… Thank you,” she says, finally giving in to your request.

“No sweat, it’s my turn to help you after you did so much for me!” you add cheerfully.

“But I didn’t do that much,” she says, trying to shrug it off.

“To me you have, it’s thanks to you I have a place to stay, and having you around makes it that much more enjoyable,” You pat her on the head. You notice Pinkie fiddling with her blanket as she stares up at you. “Something wrong, Pinkie?”

She looks down quickly before responding nervously. “N-no, just feeling weird…” she says before trailing off.

You look at her quizzically for a moment before shrugging it off. “Here, lie down and when Mrs. Cake gets back, I’ll take care of everything else you had to do today,” You help Pinkie lie back down to let her rest some more.

Pinkie falls asleep soon after laying back down on her bed. You watch as she tosses and turns in her sleep, a small trail of saliva running down the side of her mouth. You can’t help but think it’s cute how she murmurs in her sleep. You’re almost positive your name’s mentioned a couple of times, though that’s about all that you can understand. It doesn't take very long for Mrs. Cake to come back, she notices Pinkie out cold and decides it’s fine to leave her be for now.

“I think I’m going to do some of the things Pinkie wanted to finish today, so I’ll be out for a while, is that okay?” you ask as you follow Mrs. Cake out of Pinkie’s room.

“That’s so sweet of you, Dearie. Of course it’s okay,” She gives you a gentle smile.

“Yeah well, it was kind of my fault she got sick anyway…” You can feel the guilt beginning to build up again.

“Oh don’t feel bad, Dearie. She would’ve done the same thing regardless, it’s just how she is,” she says, trying to reassure you.

“I guess, but I still want to make it up to her,” you simply state.

“I’ll tell you what, since tomorrow will be a slow day anyway, why don’t you take the day off to care for her and help her out by doing some of the things she normally does?” She smiles at you with her usual motherly aura.

“Are you sure it’s okay?” you ask, unsure if it would really be okay to take the whole day off.

She chuckles a little. “Yes, it’s no trouble at all; you just take care of Pinkie for us tomorrow, okay?”

“Alright, thank you Mrs. Cake,” You let out a small sigh of relief.

“Think nothing of it,” She nods in affirmation, before heading back to the bakery lobby.

The rest of the day drags on for you. Between making deliveries and doing Pinkie’s ‘to-do’ list, you hardly have time to rest at all. By the time you manage to do the last thing on the list, it’s already evening and past the shop’s closing time. “Seriously, how does she manage to run around and do all of these things day in and day out?” you ask yourself aloud.

You walk into the shop completely exhausted. Your feet and legs hurt from all the running around you did all day and you’re hungry to boot. You decide you’ll go to bed early today after you eat and check on Pinkie. After throwing a quick meal together and conversing with the Cakes a little, you say your goodnights and drag yourself upstairs. Upon opening Pinkie’s door to check on her, you notice she was awake and playing with Gummy.

“Oh hey! You’re here late, what took you so long?” she asks as she sits Gummy on her bed.

“Hey, it’s not easy being you, you know? I don’t see how you manage to run around so much every day,” you let out a yawn as Pinkie looks at you with concern.

“You shouldn’t try doing everything! Besides, by tomorrow I’ll be ready to go back to doing it myself. But thank you for the help, I appreciate it,” She gives you a large smile, seemingly as refreshed and well as she was at the start of the day, before letting out a loud sneeze, causing her hair to deflate again and her eyes to glaze over. She makes a sniffing sound, grabbing a tissue and blowing her nose into it before throwing it away.

“Not a chance, Pinkie. You’re still sick and you need rest,” You scowl at her in your attempt to further get your point across.

“B-but I’m better, I promise!” she pleads, sniffling a little.

You raise an eyebrow at her. “Can you Pinkie-promise me that you’re better?”

“N-no, I can’t. But if I’m better tomorrow, can I?” Pinkie tries to give you puppy eyes, but starts coughing instead.

You roll your eyes when she blows her nose. “Yeah, we’ll see, Pinkie. Either way, you’ll have me taking care of you tomorrow, so don’t think you can sneak off.”

“O-okay…” Dejected, she gives up and plops back down onto her bed before jumping back up again. “Ooh, ooh, wanna play a game?!” she asks as she bounces up and down excitedly before stopping her bouncing and quickly grabbing her head from dizziness, groaning in the process.

“No thanks, Pinkie. I’m really tired from running around all day so I wanted to go to bed early,” You let out another yawn and rub the back of your neck as you stretch.

“O-oh, okay… good night,” Pinkie says, her posture sinking even further.

“We’ll play games tomorrow when I’m with you, I promise. Good night, Pinkie.”

“…Okie Doki Loki!” She tries saying it cheerily but you can tell it’s forced. You’d stay and try talking it out, but you’re too tired to try to deal with it right now. You know she’ll perk up tomorrow, or at least, you hope so. Seeing her reach over and cuddle Gummy for comfort, you wave goodbye to her and close the door behind you before heading towards your room and collapsing on your bed, not even bothering to take off your clothes before you fall asleep from exhaustion.

Errand Boy

Sunlight just starts to illuminate your room when you decide to get up. The pillow cover sticks to your face thanks to the dried drool down your face. You groggily look around, realizing that you never even bothered to take a shower or remove your clothes from yesterday. Pain lightly emanates from your muscles as you slowly sit up.

You let out a groan of annoyance, “I’m so not looking forward to today…” you say aloud while slowly standing and walking towards the bathroom.

You let out an exaggerated yawn as the bathroom door shuts behind you. After turning on the bathwater to your preferred temperature and waiting for it to fill up, you remove your clothes from yesterday and toss them into the laundry basket next to the tub. After hopping in and letting the warm water drain away the aches and pains from yesterday, you begin planning your day.

“I think I’ll handle Pinkie’s chores first, then after that I can hang out with her for an hour before getting to some of the surprise parties she planned to throw some of the residents here. I hope I’ll be able to grab some lunch in-between party hosting. Oh, I can’t forget about helping Rarity move her dress sets, then I have to make my way over to Fluttershy’s to help tend to her animal pens… That’ll be awkward since she’s so shy, I should expect to come back late…” You end your ramblings with a sigh and a silent prayer, hoping everything goes smoothly.

You soak in the tub for a while longer, making sure you’re nice and clean before draining it and getting out. After drying off, you quickly get dressed and fix your hair before leaving the bathroom. “I should probably just go straight to work; she’s most likely still sleeping, anyway.”

After making your way down the stairs, Mrs. Cake calls out to you. “Good morning, Dearie. You’re up early today.” she states.

You realize that you didn’t even bother looking at the time when you got up earlier. Glancing at the time, you notice it’s just past eight. “Yeah, I have a lot of stuff to do today…”

“Oh, I see. Just don’t try to match Pinkie’s pace, otherwise you’re liable to end up like her.” Mrs. Cake warns as she sets up for the day.

“I’m sure I’ll be fine, after all, it’s only for a day or so…” you say with a small smile on your lips.

She looks at you for a moment before speaking. “Alright, if you say so, but even I have to admit Pinkie does a lot for us and herself, sometimes too much and she ends up running herself ragged or getting sick like yesterday.”

“Yeah… I only just now noticed, like I said yesterday, I plan to help her more.” you explain further, which receives a small chuckle from Mrs. Cake.

“I mean don’t try to do everything she does, but it’s nice to see someone take such burdens on themselves just for her for a change.” she concludes.

“It’s not that big of a deal, I owe her after all.” you say while getting ready to start doing chores alongside Mrs. Cake.

“Oh? That’s the only reason? I thought maybe you were trying to win her heart or something…” she says with a wink and a small laugh.

You can’t help but become a little flustered by her words. “Aww come on, Mrs. Cake, don’t tease me like that. Like I told Mr. Cake, I wouldn’t try anything like that with Pinkie even if I wanted too!”

She simply laughs again. “Oh I don’t think you have to worry about that…” She looks like she wants to say more, but decides against it.

“What do you mean by that?” you ask, genuinely curious.

She lets out a small sigh before going on. “Oh, it’s nothing, Dearie, now you better hurry and get started if you want to finish sometime today.”

“Oh, right!” You immediately get to work washing pans and other baking equipment that piled up from the daily rush yesterday.

It seems to take forever to finish doing dishes despite it only being fifteen minutes or so. However, you can’t relax just yet since now you have to carry flour and sugar bags in from a new shipment. Luckily, you don’t have to do it alone, Mr. Cake is happy to help since he isn’t needed in the kitchen yet. It’s just past ten when you finish all the morning chores.

“I was hoping to have time to relax before having to head out…” An exasperated sigh escapes your lips as you think about heading over to Rarity’s place to help her with whatever she needs. “I hope she wasn’t going to get Pinkie to model for her.” You turn to the Cakes who were still baking away in the kitchen. “I’m heading out now, be back after a few hours.” They wave as you head out the door.

It doesn’t take very long to make your way to Rarity’s home. You knock a few times and wait patiently for someone to answer. After a minute, you hear quick hoofsteps approaching the door before opening. A pure white unicorn with stylish, purple hair stares blankly at you for a moment before smiling and stepping to the side. “Oh do come in, Darling!”

“Thanks.” You quickly walk inside as she shuts the door behind you.

“I take it Pinkie’s still sick?” Rarity asks, concerned.

“Yeah, she wasn’t even awake before I left otherwise I’d assume she’d try to come.” you say as you scan Rarity’s home.

“Oh, the poor dear, I hope she gets well soon.” she adds, clearly worried for her friend.

“I wouldn’t worry about it too much; I’ll make sure she gets plenty of rest as I continue to do everything she wanted to do today.” You give her a reassuring smile.

“Well isn’t that gentlemanly of you to do for her!” She motions for you to follow her.

“Not really, anyone would do the same.” You shrug the complement off.

She chuckles at your modesty. “Don’t sell yourself short, Darling! I know how much she does on a regular basis, so I commend you for trying to do all you can for her. Besides, a mare can’t help but appreciate such determination towards her.”

“I just want to help her out after everything she’s done for me, that’s all.” Rubbing the back of your head, you glance over at Rarity who meets your gaze with a gentle smile.

She gives a nod of approval. “And I’m sure she appreciates it immensely.”

“With Pinkie, that’s a good thing… or possibly a bad thing.” you say, chuckling alongside Rarity who seems to know precisely what you mean.

She directs you to a room full of boxes and mannequins, before asking you to bring the boxes to her workroom while she gets to work on one of her larger orders she’d received shortly before you arrived. The boxes are stuffed full of sewing supplies and other necessities that she needs. It takes a while to get them out of the room and into her workroom, and afterwards she asks you to model a suit for one of her customers. You dislike it, but agree to help her since you didn’t have to be anywhere important right now anyway.

“Oh my, I must admit you’re quite handsome in this suit,” Rarity says nonchalantly as she continues examining you from all angles.

A light blush surfaces on your cheeks. “Uh, thanks, I guess.”

She giggles cutely for a moment. “Darling, you simply must learn to take compliments.”

You smile sheepishly. “Sorry, never had much experience in that department.”

“I see, that would explain a few things…” She looks at you thoughtfully.

You cock your head to the side in confusion. “What do you mean?”

“Oh! It’s nothing Darling, don’t mind my ramblings.” She simply waves off the notion.

You stare at her suspiciously for a moment longer before shrugging it off. “Whatever you say, Rarity.”

“Quite, alright well, I’m finished with everything I needed. Thank you so much for all your help, I really appreciate it.” Rarity helps in removing the suit after you unbutton it.

“It isn’t that big of a deal, I’m happy to be able to help,” you say as you let Rarity take the suit. “Well I think I need to get going, unless you need anything else?” you ask one more time.

“Nothing now, you were very helpful, it’s no wonder Pinkie… er, never mind.” She looks away quickly and places the suit down on a table.

“You’re acting kind of strange, you okay?” You step around her, in order to get a better look at her, with concern.

“I’m fine, Darling. More importantly, shouldn’t you get going?” She asks in a hurried manner.

“Oh, right! I’ll see you later, Rarity!” You say as you hurry out of the Boutique, making sure to pay attention to what Rarity says, expecting to hear a new idea come to mind. Hearing what sounds like a loud sigh followed by “That was close,” you close the door behind you.

Luckily it doesn’t take very long to get back to the bakery. As you return, you see a couple of customers getting their orders, before leaving. As you walk past them, they nod and smile and you do the same. As you approach the counter, Mr. Cake speaks up.

“Did you get everything you needed done?” he asks as he takes some empty cake pans to the sink.

“Some of it, but I still have a lot to do. I’ve got some time to kill so I wanted to come back here for a bit. Is Pinkie up yet?” you explain, wondering if Pinkie was awake, so you could two could talk.

He looks over his shoulder at you. “I’m not sure, but don’t disturb her if she isn’t; she needs her rest after all.”

“Ah, right, I understand.” He’d always come off as a little harsh sometimes when it came to Pinkie, but you were sure he was just being protective.

Suddenly, Mrs. Cake comes into the room. “Dear, you shouldn’t be so hard on him, I’m sure he’s just as worried about her as you are.” she states in a calm, soft voice.

He looks at her for a moment before sighing. “I guess you’re right.”

“Go on, Dearie; if she’s awake, see if she’s up for eating anything. But no sweets for her otherwise she’ll just get sick again.” Mrs. Cake shoo’s you away while she helps her husband clean pans.

You simply nod and head upstairs, hearing what sounds like Mrs. Cake scolding her husband over something, though you couldn’t make out what. As you reach the second floor and walk towards Pinkie’s room, you can hear what sounds like her moving around. “I guess she’s awake after all."

You knock on the door, hearing a dazed sound that you vaguely register as a reply from Pinkie. As you open the door to her room, the sight in front of you makes you freeze in place. Pinkie’s sprawled out and lying in bed, having managed to push her shirt up, exposing the entire underside of her breasts, which look like they could pop out at any moment. A small blush spreads across your cheeks as you stare at her form, still unable to move. She murmurs something, yawning and rubbing her eyes. You watch as she opens them slowly and focuses on you for a moment before smiling happily and sitting up, her unsecure mounds bouncing from the motion as her shirt conveniently falls back down to cover up her slender form.

She cocks her head to the side a little before speaking. “What happened? Your face is all red.” she says in a matter-of-fact and nasally tone.

You rub your face with your hand at a futile attempt to wipe the blush away. “Uh, no reason in particular. So, how’re you feeling?”

“Oh, I’m fine. Just really congested, and the Cakes said I had a really bad cough.” As if on cue, she begins coughing up a storm, making you become a little concerned, but it clears up when she stops and looks up at you again with her trademark grin. As she blows her nose, which also shoots out an unusual amount of confetti, she tosses the tissue into a trash bin, and takes a deep breath. “Hey, can I go outside for a bit? I really want some fresh air and to walk around a bit ‘cause it’s sooooo boring sitting in here all day.”

“Uh, I don’t know if that’s a good idea, Pinkie. You are still sick after all.” you say while walking over to the side of the bed.

“Pleeeeease! Only for a little bit and then I promise I’ll be good and stay in bed!” She gives you her skillful puppy dog eyes.

“Oh come on, Pinkie. That isn’t fair at all!” You say in your head while trying to ignore it, but then she starts whining, causing you break quickly. “A-alright, you win! We’ll go out and walk around a bit. But only for a little while, okay? No games, just a walk.”

Her sad expression immediately reverts to one of extreme joy as she bounces up and down on the bed before jumping out, nearly crashing into you as she races to her drawers to grab clothes. She quickly begins to strip off her jammies without thinking.

You start panicking a little as she starts lifting her shirt. “Pi-Pinkie, wait till I leave before you just start undressing!” you yell while looking away from her.

“Oops, I got excited and forgot, sorry!” She laughs sheepishly.

“Ye-yeah well, I’ll be just outside whenever you’re ready.” You hurry out the door and shut it, not wanting Pinkie to see the blush that reappeared on your face.

As you wait outside the door, you can hear her rummaging around in her dresser grabbing clothes. After a few minutes, she runs towards the door and nearly flings it open. You were happy to see her smiling like her usual self, even if you knew she wasn’t at one hundred percent yet.

“I’m ready! Time for some fun and excitement!” She giggles excitedly while the both of you head down stairs.

“We’re going for a short walk, not playing.” You give her a look that read, ‘Don’t do anything reckless’, which she responds to with an angelic smile you’ve long since learned not to trust.

“I know, but I wanna have as much fun as possible every chance I get, don’t you like having fun?” She asks as you both get to the bottom steps.

“Well yeah, but you recovering is more important.” You give her a stern look. Mostly due to the fact that she can get you to do whatever she suggests if you aren’t careful; she’s had that ability for as long as you can remember.

“But I wanna go and do fun things!” she continues to plead.

You laugh at her whining as you walk past the kitchen. “Hey, Mr. and Mrs. Cake, I’m going out for a short walk with Pinkie.”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea, she needs rest.” Mr. Cake adds as he stops what he was doing.

“But it’s so booooring lying in bed all day, I want to at least get some fresh air, pleeeeeeease!?” Pinkie begs.

“Oh come now, Dear. It’s just for some fresh air, and I know he’ll watch over her.” Mrs. Cake steps in to calm her overprotective husband down. “Just don’t let her do anything that might hinder her recovery.” she says with a gentle, motherly smile.

“I promise to keep an eye on her.” You smile to help reassure her.

“Well alright you two, have fun.” She adds as she pulls her husband back to their duties.

“And keep an arm’s length from her!” Mr. Cake yells, giving a stern look towards your direction.

Mrs. Cake gives him a firm look of annoyance while pushing him back towards the kitchen, whispering something that you couldn’t hear, but you could see a pouty expression on Mr. Cake’s face. Pinkie stares at you in confusion, before you simply shrug and head out of the store.

As you both walk down the street, you start to ponder where to go, it suddenly dawns on you that you didn’t eat yet, and you can bet that Pinkie didn’t either.

“Hey, Pinkie I’m kind of hungry, what about you?” you ask, watching as her eyes light up.

“No, I’m really hungry as well. But I don’t wanna get sick again and have to go home!” She starts to panic.

“Calm down, we just find something that’s easy on your stomach.” You pat her head to settle her down. You chuckle at her cute behavior as she rubs against your hand.

After a few minutes, you both find a small restaurant with a few tables outside to eat at. The waiter quickly heads over towards your table to take your orders. You order vegetable soup for both Pinkie and yourself. As the waiter walks off, Pinkie looks at you strangely.

“Why did you order the same thing as me? There’re lots of yummy things on the menu!” she says in confusion.

“I didn’t want you to feel left out if I got something you wanted to eat.” You grin in her direction as you take a drink of the complimentary water the waiter brought before taking your orders.

“Oh, you silly goof, you don’t have to worry about that!” She starts giggling again.

“That’s funny coming from a mare that will, and has, eaten off other people’s plates because something they have looks tasty.” You rest your head on your palm while you wait for the food to come.

“But it WAS tasty!” She starts drooling at the thought, causing you to turn your face into your palm.

“It was my chocolate cream-filled donut!” You give her an exaggerated pouty-face before cracking up, with Pinkie following suit. “Don’t worry about it, Pinkie; I’m just being me. But I promise to buy you some more sweets when you get better.” you say, watching Pinkie’s eyes light up in delight.

“You will!?” She jumps up and down in her chair.

“I promise.” You notice the waiter from earlier coming back with your orders, and signal for Pinkie to settle down.

Pinkie sucks down her soup as if she hasn’t eaten in days. You can’t help but be amazed at how vigorously she can eat and not gain weight or get sick from eating too much. You try quickly eating your soup as well. It doesn’t take long for you to shovel down your meal and pay for yours and Pinkie’s meals, despite her distaste that you did.

“I’ll pay you back when we get home.” She slightly pouts.

You pat her head again with a small smile. “Don’t worry about it, I’m happy to help.”

“But, but, but, but, you pai-” You place a hand in front of her face, interrupting her.

“No buts! It’s no problem at all, I Pinkie promise.” You do the movements she uses when she makes her promises.

She stands silently for a moment before nearly tackling you in an embrace. “I’m so happy you’re my friend!” she says, the force of her hug nearly knocking you over.

You hug her back. “Same here.” Suddenly you get an idea, “Hey, want to head to the park while we let lunch settle in our stomachs?”

“Okay!” She cheers, energetically walking beside you. Walking to the park area, you see an empty bench next to a big tree and head towards it. As you sit, Pinkie plops down next to you and looks around at the others that were walking about or enjoying themselves. While she relaxes, more friends of hers notice her and walk over, asking how she’s doing and hoping she gets better soon.

“Wow, it must be crazy having so many friends.” you inquire as she waves to other ponies walking about who also wave back.

“Yeah, but I like it that way! I always have fun when I get to have parties and make ponies happy; that’s why I work so hard to make everyones day. If they’re having a great day, I’m having a great day!” she starts to explain.

“You really are amazing, Pinkie. You know that?” You turn to look at her.

“I’m not that special, I just like seeing happy faces on all my friends.” Pinkie states modestly.

One of the ponies that were walking past suddenly stops and walks over to both of you. “Oh, hey you two, how’re you doing?”

Pinkie speaks up first. “Hey Roseluck, just out to get some fresh air and wanted someone to keep me company since I’m still not feeling well.”

She smiles at both of you. “That’s nice, though I hope you get better soon, Pinkie Pie. I’m sure your new stallion-er boyfriend would agree with that.”

Your heart skips a beat for a second at her words. “Uh no, no we’re not dating at all. I’m just friends with her!” you state, trying to sound as calm as possible. “Right, Pinkie?”

“What’s a boyfriend?” She looks over at you, tilting her head as if she’s never heard of that term in her life.

You silently laugh at her innocence. “She thought we were together as a couple.”

“Oooooooh! Nope, he is just one of my super, awesome friends!” She says excitedly.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I just assumed with how close you two were. Well anyway, I have to go, get well soon! Come by my stall when you’re better, I’ll have a flower for you!” she says as she starts running off.

You glance over towards Pinkie, suddenly more aware of how close you both are to one another. “Anyway, we better head back, I’m sure the Cakes are worried.” you say, standing up off the bench and stretching.

She jumps up off the bench. “You’re right, but at least I…” She suddenly begins to wobble slightly, before you notice her starting to fall over.

You notice and immediately catch her; her face buries itself in your chest. “Pinkie, are you okay?” you ask, a little worried at her sudden collapse.

She slowly looks up at you, her eyes starting to focus and as she meets your concerned stare, her face slightly reddens. She looks back down, mumbling something you can’t hear before speaking up.

“S-sorry, I guess I got a little dizzy…” she says softly.

“Maybe I should carry you back to the bakery?” you ask, still holding her.

She pulls away quickly. “No, I-I’m okay…” Pinkie places a hand over her chest while avoiding your gaze.

“What’s wrong?” you ask, looking confused as to why she’s acting this way.

“Nothing, it’s just, my heart’s all poundy and I’m not sure why,” she states, a look of uncertainty and worry in her eyes.

“Well, let’s just get back to the bakery and get you back in bed.” you say, walking next to her. “If you’re still feeling dizzy, you can lean on me.”

“I’m okay, re-really.” she says as you both start heading back to the bakery.

Pinkie starts looking a little better by the time you get back. After a momentary hello to the Cakes, you take Pinkie upstairs and back to her room.

As you help her into bed as soon as she opens the door to her room. “Thank you for coming with me, I had a lot of fun and it was nice to get some fresh air after being stuck in bed all day.” she meekly says as you tuck her in. She starts going into giggling fits as you accidentally tickle her sides when trying to get her settled into her bed.

“Ah, sorry about that; I probably shouldn’t be so attentive towards you, huh?” you say sheepishly.

She continues giggling off and on in her usual way. “It’s okay, it’s fun to laugh no matter what! Plus, having you look after me so much is really nice.”

“Ah, I guess I do seem like a nanny at this point, huh?” You laugh at your own joke.

“Don’t be silly! You’re my friend, so of course you’d want to make sure I was okay.” Pinkie gives her trademark grin.

“That’s true. Though I can’t really say since you’re the first real friend I’ve had.” you say, your train of thought getting a little depressing.

“Wrong!” she shouts, interrupting your train of thought as she goes from being settled in her bed to sitting up again.

“Huh?” You look over towards her.

“I’m your bestest friend! I can tell when my friends are feeling blue, you know!” Pinkie scolds you, which surprises you for a moment before prompting you to smile back at her.

You scratch the back of your head embarrassingly. “Of course, sorry, I didn’t mean to say that.” She pats the bed, signalling for you to sit down.

“You know, I used to be sad all the time when I was little.” she admits as you plop down.

“That seems very unlikely.” You laugh.

“It’s true! When I was little, I lived on a rock farm with my mom, dad and my sisters. All I did all day was farm rocks nonstop and everyone was unhappy.” she continues to explain.

“That sounds… very dull. Uh, no offense!” You try correcting yourself but Pinkie waves it off while giggling.

“It was dull and boring. And it wasn’t till I saw this huuuuuge rainbow explosion that I was inspired to do everything I can to help everyone smile every day. Therefore, I made my first party that same day and made my family smile and dance! That’s when I discovered my purpose and what I wanted to do for the rest of my life.” She takes a deep breath, exhaling sharply and smiling as a sign that she’s finished, looking at you expectantly.

“Wow, that’s an amazing story. But why’d you want to tell me?” you ask intuitively.

“I just felt like it. We’re so close now and thought it wouldn’t be right to not tell you about me. Plus now you know that if you’re ever feeling down you can come to me for help!” She smiles widely.

“Thank you, Pinkie. You’ll always be important to me.” You lean in and hug her tightly. She slowly hugs back as if she wasn’t expecting it. As you hug her, you look at her clock and see the time.

“Gah!” you abruptly pull away and stand, “Sorry Pinkie, I still have other stuff I need to finish so you’re not behind when you get better. Stay in bed and I’ll be back after a while! I’ll see you later!” you say as you hurry out the door.

Pinkie stares off into space for a moment before snapping out of it. “R-right, have fun!” She waves energetically before you shut the door behind you, quickly moving down the stairs and out the bakery doors.

You run towards Fluttershy’s cottage without stopping, in the hopes you can make up for lost time so you aren’t too late. By the time you get to her house, she’s already outside tending to her animals. As you stand there breathless, she shyly walks up to greet you. As usual, she speaks so quietly that you can hardly understand her. After a moment, you catch your breath, return her greeting, and explain as to why you were replacing Pinkie to help her with yard work. Although she hesitates for a bit, she accepts your help with a soft, ‘Thank you’ that came out as a squeak but loud enough to understand.

She leads you to the storage shed where she keeps her supplies, handing you a hammer and some nails while you pick up the sizable pile of boards lying on the floor by one of the walls.

She has you follow her around the house to the section of her fence that’s broken, before telling you that she’ll be making her rounds to make sure all the animals are well and healthy and if you need her that’s where she’ll be. She thanks you again before leaving you to work.

You get to work immediately, not wanting to lose track of time again. Unfortunately, since you lived in Manehatten, you never learned how to properly hammer in nails and end up smashing your thumbs a couple times, getting a few splinters as well. However, you continue despite the throbbing pain in your thumbs and after figuring out a good rhythm, working becomes somewhat easier.

Since Fluttershy’s with her animals most of the time and only checks on you every so often to see how you’re doing, working goes at a steady pace, not that you mind since you still have other stuff you need to do afterwards.

Shockingly enough, it only takes about an hour or so to fix the fence itself. You decide to stay and help feed the rest of her animals with her since you have time. Fluttershy quietly thanks you for all the hard work you did and offers you something to drink and bandages for your fingers. You aren’t that thirsty, though you do appreciate the bandages and after she helps wrap them around the fingers that you hurt, you say your goodbyes to the shy mare, who in turn does the same and asks you to tell Pinkie to get well soon for her.

The rest of the day goes on like you expect it too. Every party you host seems to become dull in the end because you run out of ideas, not to mention that by the end of the day, you’ve eaten far more cake than you’d ever hoped to eat in your life, but at least the ponies are still grateful that you tried your best and pay for your efforts. Helping Daisy move flowerpots went well at least, though she too becomes worried when you explain Pinkie getting sick.

“It must be nice to have so many ponies worrying about you like this, she’ll be happy to hear it I bet.” You think to yourself as you place the last of the pots on a table.

By the time you finish everything on the list, Luna’s moon is already out and casting its dull glow over Ponyville. By the time you get back to the bakery, the closed sign is hanging on the door and the lights to the bakery are off. Luckily, they remembered to keep the door unlocked for you, and after locking it yourself after heading inside, you make your way up the stairs and notice Pinkie’s light still on in her room. You decide to walk over and check to see if she’s asleep or not. As you knock on the door, you hear a drowsy, “Come in,” accompanied by a loud yawn.

“Sorry if I woke you.” you say as you enter the room, noticing Pinkie in her pajamas.

“No, it’s okay. I can’t sleep anyway.” she drearily states, greeting you with her trademark grin; you note it looking a little funny with her eyes half-closed from her being tired.

“I just wanted to check on you to make sure you’re doing okay and didn’t need anything is all.” You walk over to her; she offers you a seat. You happily collapse onto her bed, making sure not to squish her legs.

“You look really worn out.” she states as you slowly look over at her.

“I’m not gonna lie, it was a long day.” you say as you recall everything you did. “Oh, and you had a lot of ponies wishing you well though.” you add before you forget.

“That makes me really happy, but I’m sorry I couldn’t help.” She droops her head a little and notices the bandages on your fingers. “What happened to your fingers?” she asks in a worried tone.

“Ah, that… Don’t worry about it, I just accidentally hit them with a hammer when I helped Fluttershy repair a fence.” you say as nonchalantly as possible in an attempt at trying to make her worry less.

“It looks like it hurts.” She scans over your hand again.

You go to dismiss her statement but before you can say anything she reaches out with both hands, gently lifts your hand up and kisses your injured fingers softly. The action makes you speechless as your brain slowly starts to process what just happened.

“Wh-What did you do that for!?” you blurt out.

“Well, I remember when I got hurt, my Mom would always kiss my wounds and it’d always make them feel better so I thought I’d do the same for you!” She grins widely and looks at you curiously. “So, did it work?”

You pause for a moment, mentally slapping yourself for thinking something stupid and chuckle a little at her innocent actions. “Yeah it did, thanks a bunch, Pinkie.”

“Yay!” She bounces up and down a little, still holding your hand.

“Uh, Pinkie…” you say, noticing how soft her hands are.

“Hm?” She looks at you with a small smile.

“My hand…” You move your fingers in her hand to make a point.

“O-oh! Uh… Sorry.” She lets go quickly, laughing forcefully.

“No worries. But I’m tired, and I’m sure you are as well, so I think I’ll call it a night.” You let out a yawn and slowly get up off the bed.

“Okay then. Um…” She pauses and looks down at her sheets.

“Yeah?” You try to provoke her to finish.

“Thanks for doing all this for me. You’re the only one to ever try to help me out so much.” She looks up, notices you looking at her, and smiles tenderly.

“Of course, I’d do it again if I have to.” you state plainly.

Pinkie goes to say something but stops for a moment. “Good night!” She snuggles into her blanket and nuzzles into her pillow before closing her eyes.

“Good night, Pinkie.” you reply before turning her lights out and gently shutting her door.

You make your way to your room and kick your shoes off next to the door. You momentarily think about taking a shower, but realize how sleepy you are and decide to do it in the morning. As you crawl into bed, you stare up at the ceiling and slowly start dozing off.

Your door opening and closing wakes you up abruptly. Your eyes slowly scan towards the door as a familiar figure appears in your vision. “Pinkie?”

You hear a low chuckle come from Pinkie as she walks closer. As she nears, the first thing you notice is how straight and flat her hair is as it covers part of her face from view. The second thing you notice is the way she’s carrying herself: she isn’t bouncing around, nor does she seem like her usual energetic self.

You sit up groggily thinking she needs something. “Pinkie, what do you need?”

“I’m not Pinkie…” she says as she stops right next to you while flicking her tail before it falls, almost touching the ground.

Her remark confuses you, but her voice did sound off to you despite her being sick. After rubbing your eyes and looking into hers, you see that hers are darker and more serious than normal.

She plops on the bed and leans in close, almost touching her nose with yours. The motion happens so fast that your half-asleep mind doesn’t quite process what she does, as you find yourself able to do little more than stare in shock.

She laughs snarkily with a coy grin on her face. “What’s with that stupid expression?”

The rude comment and tone snaps you out of your daze. “Huh?”

“Hey, I’m here for a reason now shut up and listen.” she tells you as she shoves you back onto the bed and immediately crawls on top of you, her eyes locked onto yours, a confident smile plastered on her face.

“I’ve been reeeeaally stressed lately and haven’t been able to do anything about it, but thanks to her getting sick, I’ve been able to come out to play. And I thought, what better way to relieve stress then having a little 'fun' with the guy next door?”

You blush at her explanation. “I-I don’t understand!”

“What’s not to understand? I. Want. To. Have. Sex. With. You.” She demeaningly spells out to you. “Really, you should be happy you have such a good-looking mare want to mount you.” She finishes her statement by lightly flicking your nose.

You gulp aloud, not sure what to do. “I-I don’t think that’s a go-good idea, Pinkie.”

“I’ll say this only once: don’t call me Pinkie! My name’s Pinkamena.” She explains as she straddles your hips before lying down on your chest as you feel her soft tail against your bare legs. She begins lightly grinding against your crotch, making you blush even more from the new sensation. “Like I said, you should be happy that I’m choosing you anyway.” She traces a finger from the crook of your neck to your jawline.

“This has got to be a dream!” You think as your arousal intensifies from her movements.

Your member pulsates from her constant stimulation. You squirm around unable to do anything as she chuckles from your frustration. You look into her eyes, watching as she stops her movements, leans forward and presses her lips roughly against yours. The sudden feeling of her soft, semi-moist lips makes you gasp. She uses this moment to force her tongue into your mouth and begins exploring, her eyes never losing their focus on yours. You accidentally let out a moan, making her smile a little, as your mind slowly gives in to the moment. You move your hands to her sides, letting them slip under her shirt as they meet her soft fur. As you let your hands wander, you remember always curiously thinking how she could eat so many sweets and still keep herself so skinny. Pinkamena lets out a small chuckle before leaning close to your ear.

“I didn’t think you’d be so weak to teasing,” She ends her statement by lightly licking then biting your ear as she presses her crotch against your fully erect member causing you to flinch a little. “Maybe I should help you out a little.” she says as she trails a hand down your chest, moving slowly over your stomach before sliding under your underwear and grasping your member tightly. A sharp grunt escapes your lips as she does so.

“I-It feels great…” you say weakly as she slowly strokes the length of your manhood.

She smiles confidently at you without stopping her motions. “Of course it does, just because the other “me” doesn’t know anything about pleasing their partner sexually doesn’t mean I don’t.”

You look at her in confusion. “Wh-what do you mean?”

“What do you think I mea-hurk!” Her expression suddenly changes from confident to sickly as she quickly gets off you and clasps her mouth.

“Ugh! I didn’t think she’d start waking up out of nowhere! And just when things were getting good,” she says to herself as she looks back at you. “Sorry, I’m out of time so I can’t play with you anymore. But I’ll be seeing you again; she won’t be able to hold me back anymore.” With that, she quickly leaves the room, almost slamming the door shut.

You stare blankly in the direction of where the mare that was just forcing herself on you went. As you drearily let your head fall back onto your pillow, you let the comfort envelop your already foggy and pleasure-ridden mind, causing you to drift back and forth into sleep.

“What a dream.” Was the last thought that goes through your head before you fall into a deep sleep.

Promises

You wake with a start. Your gaze moves from one side of the room to the other. The morning sun is shining brightly and illuminating your room completely. You let your head fall back onto your pillow as you remember your strange, almost realistic dream while rubbing your face to wake up. You remember Pinkie calling herself someone else, which didn’t make sense. Then there was her extremely forward personality and direct way of speaking as well. She was the exact opposite of the Pinkie you knew. “I wonder why I had a dream like that.” you think to yourself.

“It’s not like I had dreams about her before, it doesn’t make sense,” you tell yourself while trying to think of a reason.

“Maybe it’s just the stress of running around so much these past couple of days.” you think as you get out of bed and get dressed.

As you head out of your room wondering about what you’ll have to do today, you make your way down to the bottom of the stairs. As you do, a pleasant sight meets your gaze; Pinkie happily running about as her usual energetic self. She stops when she notices you and smiles happily. A vision of your dream pops up for a moment before you shake your head and smile back at her.

In the timespan of you shaking your head, Pinkie seemingly teleports and pulls you into what feels like a tighter hug than usual, which you simply shrug off as her being happy. “Feeling better I presume?” you ask as she lets go.

“Yep! I’m feeling super-duper great today! I still have a stuffy nose though,” she says as she releases you.

“Well I’m glad you’re almost better anyway.” you say while watching her blow her nose into a tissue.

“It’s all thanks to you for being such a great friend!” she exclaims, making you chuckle while shaking your head.

“I didn’t help you get better; I just did a few chores for you, so there’s no need for you to compliment me.” you say, being modest.

She’s about to respond, when Mrs. Cake yells from behind the register. “Pinkie, your breakfast will burn if you don’t check it!”

“Oh! I forgot!” Pinkie quickly walks back into the kitchen with a skip. You can only smile as you follow her to find something to eat, yourself.

When you enter, you can smell eggs cooking. You also see Pinkie making toast and watching the oven intensely at the same time. You first walk over to the counter with the intention of seeing if Mrs. Cake’s needs help with anything, though when she shakes her head at you, silently belaying your concern in the process, you walk over to Pinkie, who just finishes making two plates of food while at the same time, pulling what looks to be a chocolate cake out of the oven.

“You hungry?” she says, offering you a plate.

“Um, yeah, thanks, but why’d you make me breakfast?” you ask as she hands you your plate.

“Well, duh! It’s my way of thanking you for helping me out so much!” she cheerfully explains with a toothy grin.

“Pinkie, you didn’t have to. Besides, you thanked me about six times already.” you state as you walk over to a nearby table. Pinkie unexpectedly hands a glass of milk to you as well.

“I wanted to, so I did. Are you saying you don’t like my cooking?” Her expression quickly changes into her sad, puppy-dog eyes as she whimpers cutely.

You can feel yourself cringe at the sight as you immediately feel the need to elaborate, despite knowing she’s faking it. “Ugh, Pinkie, that’s not necessary; of course I love your cooking, you’re an amazing cook.”

You hear Mrs. Cake giggling in the background as Pinkie cheers up instantly and takes a seat while you plop down opposite her. You take a bite out of the eggs; they taste amazing, just like you’ve come to expect when it comes to Pinkie’s cooking. As you spread a little butter on a piece of toast before biting into it, you watch Pinkie scarf down her breakfast like usual. You can hardly blame her, since she most likely hasn’t eaten much of anything for two days straight, and although you don’t find the amount of cake she consumes in front of you along with everything else strange, you do wonder if she ever gets stomachaches from eating so many sweets at once.

“Pinkie, should you be eating so many sweets after just being sick?” you concernedly ask while watching her shove another slice into her mouth.

“Why would it be bad?” she asks, her voice unusually clear, even with a mouth full of cake.

“Well, you might get sick if you eat too much,” you explain to her while taking another bite out of the piece of toast.

She giggles at your concern, before swallowing the massive amount of cake in one loud, audible gulp. “Nah, I never get sick while eating sweets! I also never get sick of eating sweets! That’s what I call a win-win!” She finishes her cake and moves back to the rest of her breakfast.

You can only chuckle at her attitude as you hurriedly finish the breakfast Pinkie made you. You take the last few gulps of your milk before setting the glass down and speaking. “Pinkie, your cooking is as awesome as it’s ever been.” you simply state aloud.

“Thanks, I learned from watching Mr. and Mrs. Cake, but I’m not quite as skilled as them yet.” she beams.

Mrs. Cake walks over to the table. “Well that’s very gentlemanly of you to compliment a mare on her cooking so adamantly.” she says with a playful smile.

You can’t help feeling a little flustered when you think how weird that must’ve sounded. “Ah, well you should always let someone know you appreciate them when they do something for you, you know?” you timidly explain, laughing nervously.

“Oh! I can make all sorts of things from breakfast to dessert! Especially dessert!” Pinkie places emphasis on her statement by licking her lips merrily. You can’t help but feel relief at her innocence when she doesn’t seem to notice what Mrs. Cake was implying.

“Well it seems suspicious to me.” A familiar voice breaks through the silence.

“Dear, you shouldn’t be so strict with him all the time.” Mrs. Cake says to Mr. Cake as he approaches from the back room.

“I still don’t fully trust him just yet, and besides, I don’t like how much time he spends alone with Pinkie. It makes me worry about his intentions towards her and if he really does just like her as a friend.” he states bluntly, making you flinch on the inside as your frustration builds towards the misguided opinion he’s had of you ever since you first arrived.

Keeping a level head, you explain yourself. “I know you still don't fully trust me, but I really don’t see Pinkie the way that I think you think I do.” You try your best to subdue his worries, not wanting to strain anyone’s trust in you.

As you watch Mrs. Cake place a comforting hand on her husband’s shoulder, she shakes her head at her husband and smiles gently. “Even if he did see her the way I think he thinks you think he does, who are we to put ourselves in the middle of what they have between them?”

Mr. Cake looks at his wife and sighs aloud. “I guess you might be rig-” Pinkie interrupts him before he can finish.

“Hold on a second!” Pinkie pauses for a moment and begins mumbling to herself, making strange hand gestures in the process, before smiling to herself and nodding as if she’s confirmed something. “About what I think she thinks he thinks he’s thinking he’d do…”

You and the Cakes look over at Pinkie simultaneously, staring at her in silence, unsure what she has to say. Despite the roundabout way she worded her previous statement, from what you gather by the confused looks on the faces of the Cakes, you’re the only one that seems to understand what Pinkie just said, though you’re unsure whether that should concern you or not at this point. “Yeah, what about it?”

“What’re you guys talking about?” She looks at each of the three of you with an innocent smile and an oblivious expression on her face, which Mr. Cake aptly ignores as he turns his focus back to you.

“Never mind, it’s nothing.” he says to Pinkie before turning to face Mrs. Cake again. “It’s just, since he’s always around Pinkie, it makes it seem like he has… other plans.” Mr. Cake punctuates his last words with a stern look in your direction.

“Sir, all I can say is that I’ll never intentionally hurt Pinkie. I give you my word.” you claim without hesitation, keeping your eyes fixed on his own judgmental stare.

Mr. Cake looks at you for a little longer before speaking. “Alright, I guess that’ll have to do for now, but I’m keeping my eyes on you.” he finally says before heading upstairs.

Mrs. Cake sighs before laughing softly. “Don’t worry too much; he’s just going through that ‘father of a teenager’ phase.”

“I understand. Honestly, I don’t blame him at all, but seriously; I only see Pinkie as a close friend to me.” you say with a sigh at the troublesome situation.

“I’m sure you do, Dearie.” She gives you a strange look for a moment, before smiling to herself as she follows her husband.

“What was that about? You never answered my question.” Pinkie states, looking clueless.

“It’s nothing, Pinkie. Don’t worry about it.” You stand up, curious about what you want to do today since the bakery closes on the weekends. You look back down at Pinkie, who’s staring right back up at you.

“…What?” You give her a quizzical look.

“Whatcha thinkin’ about?” she asks curiously.

“Stuff to do today, I might just have a lazy day today and do nothing.” You shrug, but then you see Pinkie tapping her chin as she shifts her focus to the ceiling.

After a few moments, Pinkie suddenly jumps out of her seat. “Oh, I know! You can come help me with some stuff I have to do today.”

“You were sick just yesterday and now you already wanna start running around again?” You look at her in worry.

“But like I said, I feel a lot better now! Besides, you’ll come with me, won’t you?” She half-begs while you give her an unamused look.

“Well, yeah, of course I will. I’m just worried you’ll overexert yourself again.” you explain, propping your head up with your arm.

“I won’t do anything drastic, I Pinkie-promise.” She crosses her heart as she says so, finishing with her hand over her eye after the all-too-familiar gestures of a Pinkie-promise.

You eye her suspiciously for a moment before relenting. “Alright, you win. What do you have to do today?”

“Well, first Twilight asked me to help her clean up the library for the big party coming up… Oh! Then AJ needs help with apple-picking since her brother hurt himself apple-bucking.” she explains before stretching exaggeratedly.

“Alright, sounds good. I’m ready when you are.” You stand up as Pinkie impatiently jumps up and down in place.

“Yay! Let’s go now!” She drags you out into the bakery lobby before you can even say anything. All you have time to do is quickly wave at the Cakes on the way out as she pulls you out of the bakery entirely.

“Twilight’s house should be easy since she and Spike probably already started.” she says as she walks quickly down the road with you in tow.

It doesn’t take you long to reach Twilight’s house with Pinkie’s speed, though your shoulder has begun to ache by this point. Pinkie knocks energetically for a couple seconds and before long, you hear hoofsteps coming towards the door as it opens. “Oh, hey you two, come to help clean up the place?” Twilight stands in the doorway, wearing older looking clothes with dust clinging to parts of her shirt.

“Yep! Now that I’m all better I can help with whatever! But he’s here to help as well.” She points over towards you. You give a small smile in response.

“Oh that’s great, the more the merrier as they say.” Twilight leads you both to a few stacks of books before explaining what to do. “All I need you two to do is dust off these books, then shelve them alphabetically. Can you do that for me, please?”

You both nod in response and get to work cleaning books. You dust down pile after pile of books before you’re ready to start placing them back in the shelves. You start to notice just how many different books this small library has compared to some of the libraries back in Manehatten. You assume it’s mostly from Twilight gathering books herself, though you also remember hearing that she worked as a librarian in Canterlot, so perhaps some were given to her by Princess Celestia.

All of you continue working on straightening up everything in the library and making sure all the books are well-kept and organized. It takes a while to get all the books cleaned and reshelved, but you manage to keep your focus and, with the help of the mares, finish reshelving the remaining, dusted books. Spike comes from the kitchen with some glasses of water for all of you. You sit and chat for a little bit before Pinkie speaks up.

“I hate to be a party pooper, but we have to go and help Applejack with picking apples. she says while looking back at you.

“Is it time already?” You look at the nearby clock to confirm what time it is.

“That’s fine; everything else shouldn’t be that difficult to clean up anyway. Tell Applejack “Hi” for me when you get there, okay?” Twilight asks as you and Pinkie stand up.

“Will do, Twilight! Take it easy!” Pinkie shouts as you both head for the door.

“You too.” Twilight says as Pinkie opens the door and walks out with you following close behind.

~*~*~

When you arrive at Applejack’s home, you notice that it seems as if she’s already been working by herself in the orchard. Pinkie runs over to her, leaving you behind a little ways. By the time you catch up, Pinkie’s already explained the situation.

“Pinkie here tells me you took mighty fine care of her when she was sick, I’m sure glad a guy like you was around for her.” She nods her head and pats you hard on the back, causing you to lurch forward a bit.

“Uh, well honestly, I didn’t do much.” You give a sheepish smile in return.

“Well sure ya’ did! Pinkie here’ll work herself till she passes out if you let her.” She gives Pinkie a look, making her laugh a little.

“I guess you have a point there.” you admit.

“Well a’course I do, now y’all ready to get workin’?” she asks, heading towards the barn.

“Ready when you are!” Pinkie says excitedly as she walks with Applejack, as you follow close behind.

Applejack walks into the barn and grabs a couple ladders and a few buckets for you and Pinkie since neither you nor Pinkie are strong enough to get apples the usual way. Taking the ladders from the barn and heading down to the trees themselves, Applejack instructs you and Pinkie on which rows need picking and how far down you both need to go. Without wasting time, you get to your first row of trees and place the ladder in a stable position, making sure Pinkie’s doing fine as well before you begin gathering apples. You pick a couple buckets full of them with every apple tree and after hauling multiple loads of apples, you start getting tired. Looking over at Pinkie, she’s energetically running around even though she’s a few apple trees ahead of you. You can only guess how she’s able to keep up those energy levels, though since it’s Pinkie, it doesn’t faze you much.

She notices you looking at her and waves happily before almost falling out of the tree. She catches herself and laughs it off causing you to sigh and shake your head at her antics. “Leave it to Pinkie to be so carefree about almost falling out of a tree.” You think to yourself as you continue picking apples, making sure to grab only the good ones.

As you climb down the tree, Pinkie does the same, picking up her own buckets and starting to skip past you. “Come on! Let’s see who makes it to the barn first!” she says loudly before speeding up.

“Pinkie, you probably shouldn’t run with-” Your warning reaches her too little too late however, as you watch her stumble and fall forward.

Ignoring your buckets for the moment, you simply sigh, walk up next to her, and help her up. She dusts herself off and faces you, sweeping some dirt off her front.

You’re about to ask if she’s alright when you notice the front of her shirt is ripped from her chest down to the start of her torso. You freeze, your eyes glued to her now-exposed bust, only covered by a bra that’s still showing off plenty of cleavage. You notice how her pink fur glistens with sweat from working all day and how full her breasts really are.

Pinkie, curious about what you’re staring at, looks down as well, before gasping. “Aw! This was one of my favorite shirts, too!” she states as she tugs at it, showing off more of her decent-sized breasts.

You finally realize just how long you were staring at her chest and avert your eyes quickly, turning around while silently scolding yourself. “Pi-Pinkie, you should go ask Applejack to help you with that, I-I’ll take these for you.” Without waiting for her reply, you grab the extra buckets, ignoring the extra weight as you take off in a hurry.

You get a sudden flashback of the dream you had last night, or at least, you think it was a dream. “They’re just as big as they were in my dream...” You start shaking your head to get rid of the thoughts.

You make it to the barn and back quickly. As you get back, you notice that Pinkie and Applejack aren’t there. Your guess is that they just went up to Applejack’s house to fix Pinkie’s shirt, so you place Pinkie’s buckets next to the tree she started on and get back to work by yourself.

You just climb back down the ladder with a fresh bucket of apples when out of nowhere, Pinkie comes up from behind you without you noticing and gives you a tight hug. “I forgot to say thanks for taking my apples up to the barn!”

Taking a moment to recover from having your heart nearly explode from your chest, you take a deep breath before turning around and speaking. “Don’t worry about it. It wasn’t a big deal.”

As the day rolls on, you become quite tired and sweaty from the heat of the day and hauling load after load of apples to the barn and back. It’s been rough, but at least you’re on your last apple tree. After about twenty minutes, you manage to collect all of the fresh apples and take your last two loads up to the barn just as Pinkie finishes as well.

“Phew, what a day it’s been so far!” Pinkie says as she walks up next to you.

“Yeah, you can say that again…” Your eyes drift downward as you notice the patchwork that was done to her torn shirt. “I see you got your shirt fixed up.” you say as nonchalantly as possible.

“Oh yeah! Granny Smith is great at sewing, so she fixed it pretty well.” she boasts, looking happy about the work.

“Ah, that’s good. So what are we going to do after we’re done here?” you ask, just as you both reach the Apple house.

“Uhm, I’m tired so I may just hang around the bakery for a while, what about you?” She gives you a look of curiosity.

“Well for one, I’m taking a bath because I’m covered in sweat.” You point out while wiping your forehead of sweat.

“Well you know, they say sweat is a sign of hard work, so that’s a good thing!” Pinkie gives you a goofy smile.

“I suppose so…” Just then, you see Applejack exiting her house.

“Well hey there! Did ya’ll finish?” she asks as she closes the door behind her.

“Yep, all finished!” Pinkie shouts excitedly.

“Well I really appreciate all the work you two did for me.” Applejack hugs Pinkie and gives you a nod and smile.

She then faces you fully “Ya' know, I was a bit unsure about you at first, but I can see you aren’t a bad guy, though you’re a bit of a pervert.” she says flatly.

You’re taken aback by her statement. “W-what?”

“I saw you staring at Pinkie’s chest for a solid minute.” she openly explains, giving you a teasing look.

You blush slightly. “I-I was just shocked and wasn’t able to react!” you nearly shout.

“Uh-huh, you keep tellin’ yourself that, bud.” She smirks coyly at your reaction.

You sigh heavily and hang your head while Pinkie looks on with a naive expression on her face.

Applejack chuckles to herself. “Relax partner, I’m just teasin’ ya. Besides, like I said earlier, I can tell yer a good guy.” Applejack gives you another hard pat on the back before looking back at Pinkie. “Well as much as I’d like to stay and hang out with you two, I’ve gotta head back inside and help Granny Smith with dinner. Catch ya’ll later!” She heads back inside after Pinkie says her goodbyes.

“Alright, I say we head back to the bakery for some R&R.” You suggest aloud.

“Okie dokie loki!” She immediately takes off, walking along next to you as you both leave the farm.

While heading back to the bakery, you’re both stopped on the way by numerous ponies wanting to talk to Pinkie and to see how she is doing. After saying your goodbyes, both of you finally make it back to the bakery just as the sun drops over the horizon.

You look up at a wall clock and notice it’s just past seven. “Alright, I’m gonna take a bath before we eat dinner.” you say aloud as you start heading upstairs.

“Okay, have fun!” Pinkie shouts happily.

You momentarily consider asking her how you can possibly have fun while bathing, but decide against it since with Pinkie, anything’s possible. You quickly head upstairs and to your room where you grab some fresh, clean clothes before heading back out and into the bathroom. You shut the door behind you, head over to the large tub, and turn on the water to your preferred temperature before plugging the drain and adding soap. You then start removing your dirty clothes while waiting for the tub to fill, placing a towel next to the tub.

After a few minutes, you turn off the water and hop in, resting your head on the edge as you completely relax your muscles. “This feels great.” You think to yourself while enjoying the silence.

While lying there, your mind starts to wonder. As you relax, you start to think of the various events that happened today and how strange it all seems; between Pinkie making breakfast, helping out at the apple farm, Pinkie’s accident and just being around her in general has you thinking about her a lot. “She really has been constantly on my mind these past couple of days…”

You’re suddenly reminded of the erotic dream you had of her as well. You still don’t understand why she acted so strangely in your dream; the Pinkie in your dream was very harsh in tone, and very forward about her sexual desires, while the real Pinkie was so innocent and silly. You have to admit though; there isn’t something you dislike about either of them. As you close your eyes and your mind continues remembering the dream, you suddenly hear something that sounds like splashing.

Looking up and around, you don’t see anything through the suds in the bathtub, so you lay your head back down and continue where you left off. However, you can’t help but feel slightly embarrassed when you feel your member reacting to a mare that you only think of as just a friend. Sighing heavily, you try to think of other things to take your mind off the dream you had. However, while thinking of things to calm yourself down, you feel something clamp down onto your member all of a sudden. The instant it happens, you let out a sharp yelp and jump up and out of the water, clumsily tumbling out of the tub as you scramble to get out. Whatever grabbed you falls back into the water and as you search the water, you notice a green shape in the water.

You let out an exasperated and irritated sigh. “You’ve got to be kidding me!” You bend over, grab the green, scaled mass with both hands, and pick it up, pulling it out of the water.

“Gummy, what did I tell you about getting in the tub with me!? How’d you even sneak in here without me noticing?” The alligator had grown a couple of feet longer now since you first met him so not being able to see him sneak in confounds you.

The alligator just gives you a blank stare as it blinks at you thoughtlessly a few times.

“I’m just glad you don’t have any teeth, I hope you know you nearly gave me a heart attack.” Just as you’re about to put Gummy down on the floor, Pinkie bursts through door.

“Hey, my shoulders all achy so you should watch out for… Gum…my…” Pinkie pauses as she stares at the scene in front of her, looking very dumbfounded. “Uhm.”

You stare back at her and swallow hard. “Uh, I…” The only thing that comes to mind upon quickly dropping Gummy in the water, is grabbing the nearby towel to cover yourself up as a deep blush spreads across your face.

The stare-off feels like it lasts several minutes before Mrs. Cake comes walking up behind Pinkie. “What’s all the commotion about?” she asks as she looks past Pinkie. The sound of her voice snaps you both out of your respective trances. “Oh my.” She stares for a few seconds in shock before turning to look at Pinkie, who’s shaking her head back and forth, likely trying to getting the mental image out of her head.

“I was just making sure Gummy didn’t cause trouble again, sorry to just burst in like that.” she says, laughing sheepishly.

“It’s not a big deal…” you timidly reply.

When Pinkie leaves, Mrs. Cake walks up to you. “He snuck into the bathtub with you again?”

You nod, thanking Celestia that she’s so understanding. “You'd think I'd learn to look for him before getting into the tub...” You trail off.

“I understand, dear.” She gives you a sympathetic look. Turning your head and blushing in embarrassment, you look up, seeing her remaining in her standing position, looking silently at the tub for a moment before speaking. “He sure seems to like you a lot for some reason. I’ll take him for you while you finish up in here.” She walks over to you, reaching down and grabbing Gummy out of the water.

“Listen, about Pinkie walking in…” you start to say, but Mrs. Cake stops you.

“Don’t worry about it; I’m sure she’ll go on like nothing happened, knowing her.” She turns around and leaves, scolding Gummy as she closes the door behind her.

Removing the nearby hand-towels from the towel rack and placing your towel on it in the hopes of it drying up, you go back to the tub and climb in, before slumping over. “Why does this have to happen to me!?” You scream inside your head, frustrated at the situation as you momentarily let yourself sink under the bathwater.

You take your time washing yourself, not really wanting to confront Pinkie at all for a while. Luckily, however, when you do finish, Pinkie had already eaten and headed to her room just before you finished your bath. You don’t complain after what happened in the bathroom, though you stand outside her door for a moment, debating whether or not to check on her.

Not knowing what you’d even say, you instead decide to eat dinner. As you make your way to the kitchen, you settle on a plan of taking the rest of the night after dinner to relax; kicking back in your room for a bit before going to bed for the night. Dinner goes by uneventfully, though you were already hoping it would since bumping into Pinkie would’ve likely been awkward. You head to your room not long after you finish and plop down onto your bed. You contemplate on what to do, but nothing in particular comes to mind so you choose to just lay in bed till you fall asleep. You just hope no weird dreams happen this time.

A couple of hours end up passing by while you’re trying to fall asleep, but your mind is too awake to let you. You notice that you’re thirsty so you get up and leave your room, closing the door quietly behind you before you head downstairs to get a glass of water. Finishing off your glass, you head back upstairs quietly, hoping not to disturb anyone in the house. As you get back to your room, you see that the door is slightly ajar. Confused, you slowly open it, proceed inside, and shut the door behind you. Looking around, you see nothing out of the ordinary so you just shrug it off and plop back down on the bed. You let yourself lie back while letting your arms rest above your head as you relax, basking in the dim moonlight. As you close your eyes, you could almost swear you hear a very soft creaking noise. However, as quickly as you hear it, the room falls silent, so you decide that it’s nothing.

Suddenly, the light coming from the window is blocked off, which makes you open your eyes and look over to the direction of the window just in time to see a figure standing there.

The figure leans forward and whispers in your ear. “Boo.”

“Ahh!” You jump when see this, nearly slipping off the bed.

The figure starts to laugh at your reaction. Then it hits you: the figure is female, and her voice sounds very similar to Pinkie’s, but off a little.

Before you can say anything, the figure hovers over you with a wide smile. “Did you miss me?” she says as you stare up at her.

It hits you like a ton of bricks. “Wait, you’re…”

“Wow, you remember. I was expecting someone as dense as you to forget.” she says matter-of-factly.

“So it wasn’t a dream…” you say to yourself.

You notice she’s only in a shirt and panties. She doesn’t waste any time and climbs on top of you. As her hair falls to the side, part of it touches your face and you immediately notice that it feels damp and cool to the touch. Same goes for her tail when it falls on your legs. You have to admit, it feels really nice against your skin.

“You know, I was about to pounce on you when you were in that bathtub but Mrs. Cake just had to ruin it…” she tells you as she lets herself relax on your body, sounding frustrated.

“Wh-what do you mean?” you ask.

“Seeing you naked made Pinkie lose herself long enough for me to slip through, and what a sight, might I add.” She smiles coyly at you.

You blush when you figure out what she means. “It’s not like I wanted that to happen.”

She laughs at your defensive tone. “You can’t tell me that there wasn’t a side of you that didn’t mind her looking at your semi-hard-on. And yes, I noticed. What were you thinking about while sitting in the tub I wonder…?”

Your blush deepens as she looks directly into your eyes when she says this. You can feel your heart pounding in your chest. Despite your silence, you’re sure she can tell all the same, considering the look of confidence she gives you.

“So, it’s Pinkamena, right?” You ask to make sure you get it right.

“Yeah, so?” She cocks her head to the side.

“Er… nothing, really. I just remembered that was your name is all.” She moves herself back a bit, looking a little surprised by your words.

“You’re weird.” she says flatly.

You figure the small talk isn’t going to go anywhere with her, so you decide to skip to the point. “So uh, what do you want?”

“Well, seeing you like that and all got me a little excited so I thought I’d live up to my promise I made to you.” She emphasizes her point by shaking her hips from side to side, her tail sweeping left and right.

Your eyes widen when you realize what she means. “I-I can’t do that!” you shout.

She chuckles at your reaction and traces your neckline with her index finger all the way up to your chin. “So I’m not good enough for you, then?” she teasingly asks.

“I never said that, it’s just…” You trail off as you try to figure out the right words.

“You never once thought about what I looked like without anything on? You seemed pretty entranced by my breasts earlier.” She continues teasing you, lowering her chest closer to yours.

“Th-that was different. I didn’t expect that to happen!” you say honestly.

She sighs momentarily at your attitude. Suddenly, the look on her face changes, her eyes flashing open for a moment and her smirk widening. “So you wouldn’t react at all to seeing me naked?”

“Of course I wouldn’t!” You eye her suspiciously.

She leans in close to your ear, causing you to gulp aloud, not sure what to expect.

“We’ll see about that.” She whispers in a playful tone.

She slowly sits up, straddling you for a moment before clasping the bottom of her shirt. You stare in disbelief for a moment as she begins to carelessly lift it up in front of you, before you turn your head away quickly. She messes with you even more by tossing both her shirt and bra in front of your gaze before pouncing back onto you once again. Now you can feel her naked breasts against your chest. Their warmth and softness feels almost unbearable.

She lightly blows air against your neck, making a shiver travel down your spine. “So how long will you last I wonder…” She teases as she lightly licks your earlobe.

Your heart feels like it’s ready to burst out of your chest at this rate. To make matters worse, it’s getting more difficult to resist her as time goes by. “I don’t think we should do this, Pinkie would hate me if she knew it even went this far.” You mutter, trying to ignore the pounding in your chest and the feeling of the mare’s breasts above it.

“What are you talking about, now? So just because Pinkie doesn’t want to take advantage of a good situation means I can’t either? I’m different than her and it doesn’t matter that I just happen to share the same body as her.” She seems to start getting a little angry.

You have to admit, it’s hard to argue against her. To make matters worse, she’s successfully breaking down your resistance towards her as well. As you turn to look at her, her sharp gaze stares back at you, almost demanding you to give into her lust. The thought of sex with Pinkie never really crossed your mind, but with Pinkamena, the other Pinkie, it’s too hard to ignore. She leans up a little placing her arms on either side of your head, making sure you don’t turn your head away as she hovers her lips over yours. You don’t fight it when she kisses you, in fact you find the sensation very pleasant, especially when she forces her way into your mouth with her tongue, which immediately starts exploring forcefully.

You both stare into each other’s eyes while kissing, fighting against her tongue in a war of dominance. Your hands almost unconsciously move towards her sides; her soft, damp fur feels great against your palms and fingers as you caress her sides and hips. She moans into your mouth from your touch, entangling her fingers into your hair.

She breaks away, panting. “You can’t be satisfied with just this, are you?”

You look at her for a couple of seconds before replying honestly. “No, I-I want to explore more of you.”

“Good boy. Now let’s put that skillful tongue to use.” She gives you look of pure want and desire.

You can’t help but become a little confused by her words.

“I want to cum by your tongue.” Her forward request makes your heart skip a beat as well as blush deeply, but you still nod your head as she lays next to you and starts removing her panties while you reposition yourself. The scent of her moist crevasse permeates your nostrils; it’s a pleasant smell though and makes it all the more tempting to try as well. You wrap your arms around her legs as you begin your treatment, your hands sinking into her hips as you hungrily pull her closer. She moans as your tongue traces over her wet folds. You’re happy she seems to be enjoying the treatment so far at least. You continue teasing her for a bit before you hear her say something.

“What?” you ask.

“Stop teasing me!” she says sternly.

You silently obey and start getting a little faster and rougher. You immediately notice her joy when she pushes herself against your tongue and moans aloud as her tail twitches to the side. She tastes a little on the sweet side, which, oddly enough, isn’t too surprising to you when you consider how many sweets she eats on a daily basis. Seeking more, you decide to amp up your efforts by locating her clit, licking and sucking on it upon finding it. This gets a very nice reaction from her as she squeals in pleasure.

You alternate between tending to her folds and returning to her clit, watching her pleasure build up continuously to your delight. Without telling her, you grasp her flanks and squeeze hard while pulling her closer to you and gliding your tongue over her entrance gingerly, before sliding it deep inside, eliciting a loud gasp from her. However, it quickly turns to squeals of excitement and pleasure as you begin exploring her inner sanctum. You look up at her and notice that she’s looking down at you with hazy eyes; she has a deep blush on her face as she bites down on her lower lip.

You can’t help but smile at her expression and how much she’s enjoying herself; it makes you feel quite good about yourself that’s for sure, especially when she’s too pleased to sling insults at you. Cum is constantly flowing from her marehood at this point, but you don’t want to let up on her. Releasing her flank, you reach down with your right hand and slide your middle finger into her opening while you lightly bite her clit. She reacts the way you’re hoping she would; Pinkamena squeals out in pleasure as you lightly pump your middle finger in between her soaking wet folds and continue licking and sucking her clit roughly.

“D-don’t you dare stop!” she shouts while grasping at the sheets on your bed.

You happily oblige as you continue your onslaught to her lower regions. She starts to twitch and squirm as her breaths and moans become irregular. You pick up the pace and start to pump into her faster since you know she’s getting close. You’re rewarded by her moans getting louder and louder.

“I’m cu-cummming!” she shouts just as a rush of liquid pours out and over your hand, drenching it. Curious, you lick it up and find it tastes slightly sweet. You enjoy the taste and continue to lap up the extra that leaks out of her quivering marehood.

After a few breaths however, she reaches down and grabs you by the hair and starts dragging you up her body. You quickly follow and when you meet her gaze, you can’t help but feel confident when you see her hazy, lust-filled eyes followed by her heavy panting.

“Pants. Off. NOW!” She demands, want and desire filling her voice as she gives you a sultry look, prompting you to follow her commands quickly.

No sooner than you manage to slide off your pants and underwear does she tackle you, making you fall onto your back. She doesn’t even ask if you’re ready before mounting you and spearing herself onto your rock-hard shaft. You let out a gasp of surprise but it’s quickly replaced by a moan of pleasure as her hot, wet walls squeeze your member tightly. She places her hands on your chest for leverage and begins lifting herself up and down onto your shaft.

“Oh sweet Celestia, this is great!” she shouts, looking down at you.

You place your hands on her hips to help guide her. “This is amazing!”

“Didn’t resist as long as I thought you would.” she boasts in between breaths.

“Fine, you win. Happy now?” you say, just as breathless.

She doesn’t answer, but instead lays down on top of you and locks lips with yours. Her arms wrap around your neck as she bites your lower lip while she continues pumping herself onto your member. You can’t take it anymore and start thrusting upwards, meeting her in the middle. Pinkamena tries stifling a moan but fails. You continue to thrust upwards while your tongues entangle one another. After a minute or so, she breaks away and sits up again.

She wastes no time as she grabs your hands and places them on her full breasts before starting to ride you even harder. Her breasts feel just as soft and full as you thought they would. You start lightly massaging them but Pinkamena gives you an impatient look.

“No, harder!” she orders as she slams down onto your shaft, sending a rush of pleasure through you.

You give her breasts a hard squeeze and after getting as satisfactory grunt from her, you continue at that pace, lightly pinching her nipples at random. She lets you know she’s enjoying herself by clenching her walls tightly around your head and shaft, causing a loud grunt to escape your mouth.

“If you keep up this pace, I’ll cum in no time!” you say while she continues bouncing up and down on your member energetically.

“Don’t worry, you can cum inside me all you want, I’m nowhere near my cycle so don’t hold back and give me lots of your seed.” she tells you in a sultry, playful tone.

This only increases your pleasure. However, you’re determined to make her cum at least once more. You continue tormenting her amazing breasts and listening to her squeal in pleasure while thrusting against her hips, meeting her on the way down making loud smacking sounds. She leans against your hands slightly while her moans become louder and louder. Looking into her eyes, you can tell she’s starting to get close again, but then so are you.

“Yes, just a little longer. Hold out a little longer!” she begs as she starts to pick up the pace.

You can feel a strong pressure build in your loins as well. “I-I’m close!”

You grit your teeth as you try to hold back. Suddenly, Pinkamena lets out a series of loud moans and squeals as she reaches her climax. You feel a large amount of cum run down your shaft as her marehood clenches around your throbbing member. You stop holding back as well and reach your climax almost immediately after and shooting your load deep into her marehood, filling her up. She collapses on top of you, the sweat from your bodies mixes together while you both lay in each other’s arms, breathless. She rests her head on your chest while she comes down from her climax. After a minute or so, she slowly lifts her head.

“So, was it fun?” she asks, knowing your answer anyway.

“Yeah, you were amazing.” You never expected things to turn out like this, but you’re happy either way.

“You’re not too bad yourself. I might be able to have some more fun with you in the future after all.” she utters in her usual arrogant tone.

You don’t answer. You just relax and enjoy the feeling. But soon after she gets off of you.

“Well, I’m heading back to my room, thanks for the fun night; I look forward to next time.” she says before grabbing her clothes and heading off to bed, shutting the bedroom door behind her.

After putting your clothes back on and laying your head down on your pillow, you can’t help but feel a little awkward as you hope nothing bad happens from all this. Regardless, you have to admit you had fun, and feeling drained, have no trouble falling asleep as your consciousness leaves you.