Split Personalities

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.