A Taste for Pink

Pinkie burst out of the bathroom happily skipping back to her post behind the counter as if nothing had happened. Twilght walked out still red in the face, and quickly hurried out of the diner. Pinkie waved at her as she exited, but Twilight just ducked her head and quickened her pace.

Twilight didn't talk or make eye contact with anyone as she practically ran back to her library, temporarily forgetting she could fly. She shoved the door open and slammed it behind her, sinking to the floor with her back against it. Too many times she had done this out of stress, but this time was entirely different.

"Hey Twilight I was....", he stopped as he saw her at the door. She looked up at him with tears on her face.

"Take a walk!", she commanded him. He shut his mouth and obeyed, as he had done many times before. Twilight wasn't known for emotional stability, especially this time of the month.

He walked past her outside and she slammed the door again once he was out.

"That didn't happen. You didn't like that. That's not you. You don't want that. You're not like that", she said all of this between crying as she tried to force herself to believe a lie. She couldn't possibly give in to what her body was telling her. She had been in plenty of relationships before, with men. Each time she had found some oddity, some imperfection that made her pack up shop and leave. She hadn't been as....lucrative...as Pinkie had been, but she had gotten her own share of crazy nights.

She had enjoyed the sex she'd had, the physical feeling of it, but she had never found herself truly and completely attracted to any of the men she'd been with, the intimacy was always just for fun. The sensation she'd felt today was different though, somehow more intoxicating then that of her average relationships. At the same time it felt incredibly wrong. Pinkie had always been a wonderful friend to her, she always brightened her day in her quirky, eccentric way.

Twilight pulled her head between her legs and rocked back and forth. Pinkie was a friend, nothing more. Twilight had been having hints of romantic and lustful attraction to Pinkie for a long time, but she'd always had some way of quelling them. Twilight sat up and leaned against the door as her tears slowed. She looked through half lidded eyes at a spot on the rug in the middle of her room, concentrating on it as she thought about her situation.

Pinkie hummed happily as she worked serving tables in the diner. Her outer appearance was normal, giddy, silly, and eccentric. Inside there was a horrible turmoil that kept her from ever fully focusing. She had plenty of experience concealing her true emotions, so nothing was ever suspected of her. Pinkie wasn't certain what Twilight was thinking, but she had noticed how red Twilight had become and how she had  avoided eye contact as she left. She wasn't sure if Twilight was just embarrassed or if there was a deeper meaning to this, as there was for her. Pinkie's mind had went wild the moment she slipped off the sink, taking her to places she never thought she'd go. Even Pinkie had limits, and this was one of them. She had never even considered another girl before, and she really didn't want to start now.

But still, her mind ran rampant with thoughts of Twilight.

Twilight grabbed the keys to her BMW and hurried outside. She got in her car and peeled away from her tree towards her favorite bar, pushing the eight cylinder engine to its limits.

A man had been hitting on Pinkie nearly all of her shift but she was too distracted to pay him much attention. By the end of her shift, she was having trouble keeping her cool. The man threw her a grin as he flirted with her again.

Pinkie grabbed the man and drug him out to her Alfa Romeo and shoved him in the passenger seat. She punched the gas on the 4c and drove aggressively to the club on the edge of town.