The doorbell too Sugar Cube Corner rang. Pinkie Pie picked her head up too see non other than Spike standing at the door. The mare grew a large smile as he came closer to the restorer.
“Hey Spike!” She called a little louder than necessary. So loud that a few pony's turned there heads too see what the big dill was.
Spike blushed under there stares and quickly made his way to the party mare.
“Hi Pinkie Pie” He smiled. “How has work been today?”.
Her smile faded. “Boring” She huffed, crossing her arms, barely covering her large breast. “All day its been work, work, work, work, work.... and no play” Her smile returned. “But now your here so its all better!”.
Pinkie Pie reached over the counter and pulled Spike into a bone crushing hug. But Spike was less focused on breathing and more focused on drowning in boobs. Pinkies small shirt barely covered her breast and Spike was right dab in the middle of them. But to be truthful... he couldn’t complain.
