A Little Cream for a Lotta Coco

Chapter 13: An Opportunity Seized

For the minute it took for the waiter to come back with the water, Photo Finish was straining every sense in her body to discern what Coco was doing in the next booth. She listened to every creak and groan of the seat and table, her indecisive hums as she flipped through the menu, and the constant grumbling of her stomach. She pushed herself against the backrest to feel Coco’s body pushing against it, and checked below the backrest for a gap to feel her rump (with no success). She smelled for any sort of guilty arousal from the fat mare, but only got a whiff of sweat instead.

But she dared not look over to see her, for the risk of being caught was too great. She instead looked around for the paparazzo. Her trained eyes darted from table to table, looking for anypony that was giving her too much attention or anything out of place. So far, nopony had given up any clue that they were observing her; in fact, nopony seemed to be alone at that time, everypony at least being with a spouse, a date, a foal or a business colleague. The waiters seemed to be too busy with the packed night to pay her any attention, but she still wouldn’t let her guard down—

“Here we are!”

Except for that brief moment. Finish jolted up, stirring a few ponies around her. The waiter just continued grinning as he set it down. “Thank you—I mean thanks, doll!” Finish said in a southern tone so as not to rouse Coco’s suspicions.

“Of course!” The waiter replied with an all-too-big smile. That went away as his voice lowered. “Now you wait here, I need to get this—“ he leaned in. “—Much larger pony’s order. I mean, you should see her!” His face contorted into mocking shock.

It was all Finish could do not to bash his face in or high-hoof him for his obviously keen eyes. “Alright, hun, you go ahead and take her order. I’ll be here nursing this.”

The waiter slid just a short distance away while Finish leaned back, drinking her water more measuredly while listening to the conversation next to her.

“So have you decided on what you want to order?”

“Um… actually, no.”

What’s taking her so long? She’s had to have looked at the menu long enough! Get on with it!

“I mean, everything here just looks so good.”

Finish’s eyes gleamed. Everything? Everything? Do you even have enough to afford that? She fiddled with her hooves, realizing that she had enough bits on her to aid her employee.

“Yeah, everything here is delicious.”

“I bet! It’s really hard to choose between them.”

Just pick something, will you?

“What was that?”

Finish slapped a hoof over her muzzle. I just said that out loud.

“Erm, may I have a little bit more time?”

“Of course!” The waiter said in what Finish picked up on was an annoyed tone. He trotted away, leaving Coco to hum over the menu.

Finish tapped her hoof lightly on the table, controlling her impatience as each hum from Coco lengthened the night by that much. Come on, Coco, just pick something! It’s not like it’s going to matter anyway, you’re going to force it down your throat soon enough. Either that, or I’ll do it for you.

The waiter returned to her table. “Ma’am, are you ready to order?”

Finish balked. “Excuse me?”

“Have you decided on the pie you want?”

“Umuhuh…” Finish stared off into the distance. Truth be told, she wasn’t used to being stymied by indecision. She was also not a connoisseur of pie, choosing instead to watch her figure. “Would you please give me a few minutes to decide?”

“Of course!” He seemed confused, yet genuinely cheerful to be helping her. He trotted away and helped a few tables on the other side. No signs of the paparazzo in the crowd yet.

“This is really hard. Which one should I get?”

A crazy idea came to mind. Desperation overcame her secrecy, and she looked over. “Excuse me, Miss?”

Coco jumped a bit and turned her head. “Um, yes?”

Finish was temporarily distracted by Coco’s jiggling belly and squished rump, but then returned to looking at her with as big a smile as she could muster.

“I’m ever so sorry for bothering you,” Finish said, doing her best to keep her accent up. “But I really want to get something here, and I have no idea what I want. I just came in from Fillydelphia, and I wanted to try this place for a while, and—”

“Oh!” Coco’s face scrunched up. “I’m actually having trouble deciding myself. Everything looks so good.”

“I know, right?” Without waiting for further invitation, she sidled her way into Coco’s seat and got comfortable. “It’s all so enticing, I just want to order everything!”

Coco scooted a bit, slightly nervous about the newcomer. “I thought about that as well.”

Finish gave her a coy smile. “So where’re you from, darling?”

“Oh, I’m from Manehattan,” Coco said, sliding the menu forwards. “I’ve been working in Canterlot for a while, underneath Photo Finish. Have you heard of her?”

“Heard of her?” Finish hummed, wondering if she should reveal any information that may compromise her. On the one hand, she was Photo Finish! Anypony from Fillydelphia would know about her. On the other, denying it would allow her to find out what Coco really thought about her. “No, can’t say that I have.”

“Oh,” Coco said. “She’s a photographer, one of the best in Equestria. You look somewhat like her, actually. Though I assume she has a camera for a cutie mark, and not a… a star. And not having her mane in a bun like yours.”

Finish smiled uncontrollably with pride, both at her words and her disguise. “Do go on.”

Coco shook her head. “Actually, I’d rather not think about work at the moment.”

Finish blanched, but continued smiling. “Whyever not? You do work with one of the best, you are either very lucky or very talented.”

“Well, thank you, but I’ve been having some… problems at work.”

“Like what?”

“I’d, um, rather not say, if it’s okay with you.”

“Oh, no—I mean, oh yes, I understand.” Inside, however, Finish was roiling. Problems at work? Why hasn’t she told me about it? Why haven’t I picked up on any of it? Have I been neglecting her? “Though I’m sure your boss would understand if you were to bring up your concerns to her.”

“I’m not so sure.” Coco tapped the table uncomfortably. “It would be nearly impossible to tell her. It’s so weird.”

“Darling, I’ve seen weird before—”

“Hello again!” The waiter was emphatically ecstatic. “You decided to buddy up?”

“Yes, we have.” Coco motioned for her. “She’s from out of town, and I’m trying to help her out. Have you decided on anything?”

“Yes, I’ll have the apple pie to start off with.” In truth, she hadn’t decided on anything, and just went with the very first item on the menu.

“A popular one tonight.” The waiter wrote it down on his notepad. “And for you?”

Coco was about to order, but stopped immediately. “Oh, um… excuse me, Miss?”

Finish looked at her curiously. “Yes?”

“I was going to try a few different flavors. I hope you don’t mind.”

Finish chuckled. “It’s all good. A big girl’s gotta eat, after all!”

And then everything froze. Oh my stars, did I really just say that out loud? And in front of her? Is she going to tell me to leave?

Coco’s eyes shot open. “I… I suppose so. I’ll, uh, have the apple pie, the blueberry, the boysenberry… and the peach, please.”

The waiter blinked. “That’s quite a lot for a single pony.”

“I’m… trying to diversify.”

“I see.” The waiter wrote it all down, shaking his head all the while. “I’ll be right back, ladies.” He trotted away, giving a few odd glances at them.

Once he was out of earshot, Finish turned to Coco. “Verzeihung.”

Coco’s head swiveled around. “Excuse me?”

Damnit, Finish, get it together! “Please forgive me, I did not mean to come off as so blunt.”

“Oh, it’s alright.” Coco looked down at herself. “It’s true, I have been putting on a lot of weight recently.”

“It happens,” Finish said nonchalantly, taking another swig of water. “You’re not as big as my brother. Whoo! He’s a huge’un.”

Coco blushed. “Sorry. It’s just not common in Canterlot to be overweight.”

Finish looked her up and down. There was no denying in her mind that Coco was a beauty, her thick body shifting about in hunger and doubt. Finish wanted to encourage her, but she had to be subtle about it. She looked about to see if anyone was watching, and then turned back to her and simply said,

“Well, I’d rut you.”

A hoof quickly found its way to her muzzle.

Coco shot up. “Wh-what?”

“I said I bet you that it isn’t that big of a deal! Hehe, just focus on yourself, and you’ll be fine!”

Nice one, Finish. Smooooooooth.

“Oh.” Coco adjusted her collar. “I’m sorry, I misheard you there.”

Before she could screw anything up further, the waiter came back with a huge tray, filled with slices of pies. “Alright, ladies, here we are!” He let it slide off of his back and onto the table, where it deftly settled in the center. “Enjoy!”

“Thank you,” Finish said, sweat dripping from her forehead.

“Thank you!” Coco chirped, and Finish grinned. Coco looked so happy looking at all of the slices of pie in front of her, and perhaps the pie across from her, in front of Finish herself. “Everything looks so good.”

“You look starving!” Finish chirped. “Let’s not delay any longer, and eat!”

Coco grabbed the fork and began pulling her slices of pie to her. Finish watched as she considered which one to dig into first, and then her eyes lifted up to hers. “Um, you don’t need to wait for me.”

“Oh, yes!” Finish cried out. “I do apologize, I was just wanting to see what you thought first.” She picked up her fork and looked at the pie. Her stomach lurched; she would never eat something like that, so sweet and fattening. Fattening… Finish gulped.

“Is something wrong?”

“Oh no! I’m simply… parched.” She took a gulp of water, and then tried scooping up the pie. She got a lot of filling, but no crust, and it fell off. “Oh, uh… I must admit, I’m not too used to pies. I’ve never actually sat down and ate one.”

Coco gasped. “Never? Not even as a foal?”

“Nope.” Finish crossed her arms. “Never.”

“Oh my stars! No wonder you’re wanting a second opinion.” Coco stabbed her fork into the apple pie, right through the crust, and picked up a perfect wedge from the slice. “See? Like this.” It was a large portion, almost half of the entire slice, Finish noticed, rapt with attention.

And then Coco took a bite. Finish hadn’t paid attention before, but now in front of her, in disguise, she could see Coco’s appetite at work, or what it had become from the weeks in Canterlot. Coco’s bite was huge, and she savored the flavor with closed eyes and shuddering lips. A little bit of filling spilled out of her mouth and trickled down her chin. Her body jiggled as she chewed, lost to everything around her.

Finish stared with heavy breathing, her tail swaying from side to side nearly out of control. Her heart beat rapidly, her muscles tensed just waiting for Coco to finish and swallow. The noises around her dimmed as she focused on the chewing, Coco’s small exhalations from her nostrils and on her moans. Her soft, sensual moans.

And then she swallowed. A huge lump that went down her throat and settled into her big, fat, growing stomach. “Ah,” she said. And when her eyes opened, her face contorted into confusion. “Um, i-is something wrong?”

Finish blinked, and then came to. “No, not at all! I was just interested in how invested you were in the pie. Was it good?”

“Ooh, it’s marvelous,” Coco moaned, shuddering. “Flaky, crumbly, with a lot of cinnamon.” She took another bite, and this time kept her eyes open. She watched Finish intently.

Finish looked down at her own pie. She used her fork to mimic Coco’s movements, and actually got a good portion of the pie. She gulped, and then took her own bite.

She thought that she would be revolted by the pie, by the chunkiness and the crumbly bread, but it was the opposite. It was gooey, flaky, and with a good amount of cinnamon. She thought that cinnamon was only good sparse, but there was a lot in this pie, and it worked. She swallowed, and couldn’t help but giggle.

The giggle made her stop. I let myself slip through. She must’ve heard Photo Finish in that laugh! She looked at Coco, who merely smiled. I need to control myself.

“That was delicious!” Finish cried in her fake accent.

“I know! It’s amazing!”

“Yes!”

“I can’t wait to—oh, oh my.”

Finish blinked, seeing Coco’s eyes bug, and then looked over. Everypony in the restaurant was staring at them, some with admiration, but most with shock, and a few with disgust. Finish narrowed her eyes, and that was enough to make everyone look away. When she looked back, she realized that Coco was shrinking.

“Goodness, maybe I shouldn’t have been so enthusiastic about this food. I should probably get a box or something. This may’ve been a mistake—”

Oh hell no you don’t! “Coco!”

Coco squeaked. “Yes?”

“You must not—” she realized she was slipping into her normal tone. “You shouldn’t let other ponies worry you. You obviously enjoy your food, so just enjoy it.”

“But other ponies are watching. I don’t want to disgust them—”

No, I’m losing her! Before Coco could doubt herself further, Finish took the rest of the apple pie and, with desperation, shoved it into her mouth.

There was a flash and a click.

Everything froze. Finish’s heart stopped, her gaze locked, Coco’s mouth went rigid, their eyes wouldn’t blink. They didn’t move except for the slight jiggling Coco’s body made with the impact. The other patrons fazed out of their existence, and everything went silent.

And then Coco moaned lowly, and began chewing. Her eyes closed and she leaned into Finish’s hoof. Finish realized what she was doing, and quickly pulled her hoof back. Coco was absorbed into the moment; Finish was repulsed by it.

“Mmmm….”

“I am so sorry—”

Before Finish could finish her apology, Coco picked up the blueberry pie with her hoof and, without using her fork, began biting into it like a pizza. Another moan, and blue lips. The same thing happened to the blackberry, and then the peach.

And all the while, Finish couldn’t stop staring, couldn’t stop processing her. Her mind was telling her to run, to hide, that something was up, but she couldn’t. She didn’t. Her tail was rigid, her hooves were shaking, She had started Coco on this train, and by Celestia, she was going to see it through.

“Where’s that waiter?” Finish asked. “You look like you need some more.”

Coco burped lightly. “Excuse me. I’m sorry but I am very hungry right now. Starving.”

“After four slices of pie?” Finish wheezed a chuckle. “You must have a big appetite.”

And then it was gone. Coco’s chewing and rubbing stopped, and her eyes widened in shock. “Oh. I-I guess so.”

Finish realized how badly that must’ve gotten to her. “And there’s nothing wrong with that—”

But the comment had hit its mark. Coco sighed, using a napkin to wipe filling from her face. Finish cursed herself inwardly. Why did I say that? It was to draw her into the fat world. And she is fat! But why is she hiding it?

The waiter returned promptly. “Done already?”

Coco nodded, but Finish waved her off. “Nonsense! She just got started.”

Coco looked at her. “Um, are you sure?”

Are you really asking for my permission? “I’d like to see you continue.

“I would like that.”

Something awakened within Finish. She saw Coco now as under her control. Coco would do her bidding, now that she trusted her. And Finish was hungry to see how far Coco could be pushed. “Then let’s get one of every other flavor of pie.”

The waiter blinked. “Really? Are you sure she can eat all of that?”

Finish patted Coco’s belly. “I know she can do it.”

The waiter breathed a sigh. “Coming right up.” He walked away, obviously not enthused about bringing so many pieces of pie to their table.

Finish clapped her hooves. “We’re about to put on a show!”

Coco blushed and shook her head. “Oh my. I’ve never done something like this before.”

“You’ve never binged a bunch of food?” Finish gave her a cheeky grin, pushing a hoof into her belly. “This would say otherwise.”

“No, I mean I’ve never eaten a whole lot in public.”

Finish nodded. “I see. Don’t worry, I’ll be here to help you out—”

“Did I hear somepony saying they’re about to binge?”

Finish turned her head, and she gasped. Walking up to them was a stallion, one with grey fur, dark hair and a massive gut swinging freely below him. His wings ruffled as he approached them, and Finish’s heart pounded wildly within her chest.

“Hey, ladies.” The stallion nodded to the pair of them. “I’m Silver Streak.”

Coco gave a slight bow. “I’m Coco Pommel. Um…”

“Nice to meet you!” Finish shouted, putting a hoof out. “I’m Pho… Forest Hatter.”

“Charmed.” Silver whipped his head around not taking Finish’s hoof. “You’re quite a plump little thing, aren’t you? You here for the shoot?”

Coco’s eyes widened. “Oh, you’re in Canterlot for Fanny Pancake’s shoot?”

“Yeah, and I’m here to get some grub!” He slammed his rump into the seat, forcing Coco to scoot over. “I’m just gonna slide on in here.”

Finish chuckled nervously and scoot herself over, trying to subtly touch Coco’s flanks against hers, with no success. It was nice meeting another Blubber Lover, but something about him rubbed her the wrong way. He was loud and proud about his gut, she remembered that from the Blubber Lovers magazine. But something about this situation made her nervous.

“Go on ahead.” Coco fiddled with her hooves. “There will be enough to go around.”

“I’m sure there will be.” He cracked his neck. “What a day! I just got off the Canterlot Express and just got to my hotel room. Fanny met up with me, and she told me that we got a few new workers on the shoot.”

Coco nodded. “My boss is giving you guys some equipment and helping out with it.”

“Oh?” Silver leaned in. “So you’re Photo Finish’s protégé?”

“Protégé?” Coco blushed. “I’m nowhere near as good as that.”

“Fanny disagrees, though she’s probably just defending you from her.”

Finish bristled.

“Defending me?”

“From your boss? You’re one of us, a Blubber Lover—”

“A what?”

“Don’t try and hide it! You’re about to binge eat a bunch of pies like a pig, you’re one of us.”

Finish felt her nethers warming up. So that’s what it’s like to dirty talk a blubber lover. Keep on going. Goad her on and make her feel special. Tap into her carnal instincts and—

But when she looked back at Coco, she saw her frowning. About to cry, in fact. It confused her.

“Erm, I don’t think I’m hungry anymore—”

“Relax, my little piggy! I’m a fatass sow, and you’re nowhere my level, so you don’t need to be bashful.”

“But, I just feel uncomfortable.”

“Come on! Don’t be a downer, be a pig!”

Finish decided to step in. “I don’t think she likes being called that.”

“She just needs a little food, then she’ll be better.”

“But—”

“Trust me, I’ve talked to ponies before. There’s a pony named Pineapple Prize, and she loves being talked to like that. You just need to be coached.”

Coco didn’t respond. It seemed as if she had shut down. Finish felt her nethers cooling down at the sight of Coco breaking down. She pushed herself up.

“Honey, you want me to get you some water?”

“Yes please.”

Finish walked away and grabbed some cups from the counter without asking for anypony’s permission. After filling it up, she brought it back and slammed it down on the table, rousing Silver’s attention. Coco took it with the smallest of smiles while Silver shook his head, losing interest.

They sat there in silence for a while. Then Silver asked her, “Are you her girlfriend?”

“Y—what?”

“Are you her girlfriend?”

Finish shook her head. “No.”

“Oh.” Silver drunk some beer that had been brought to the table. “You should try a fat pony in bed. We’re all good, stallion or mare.”

“I imagine.” She warmed up to him.

“In fact, we could organize a three-way after our food, if you’d like.”

Finish’s mind was split. For one thing, she was completely open to the idea of having sex with him, and of having sex with Coco, and she could only imagine the dizzying heights of euphoria that she could reach when she would be with both. On the other hand, Coco was looking nervous. She understood that Coco was shy on matters such as sex and general contact with other ponies, but this was another matter entirely. There was fear present in her.

So she nodded to him. “I wouldn’t mind going to bed with you.”

Silver grinned. “That’s more like it—"

“But let her go. She’s not ready.”

Silver snorted and regarded Coco up and down. Coco merely sipped her drink silently. After a while, Silver nodded. “I guess you’re right. Hey, I’m sorry about all of that. I’m used to getting tail pretty easily. I’m not used to meeting shy ponies, you know?”

Coco didn’t look up. “I’m sorry.”

“No need to apologize, darling.” Finish placed a hoof on her shoulder. “You’ll get there when you’re ready.” She looked at Silver, who nodded in agreement. He earned some respect from her.

Finally, the pies came by. “About time!” Silver yelled. The waiter regarded them all, and then rolled his eyes and set the plates down one by one. Chocolate, coconut cream, banana cream, key lime and many others were set out all along the table. Finish moved her plate out of the way, which gave him enough room to put the last of the pies, one covered with candy of all kinds. That made Finish’s heart pound at the thought of the calories stuffed in there, and her stomach churn at it being in front of her.

“What’re we waiting for—”

Before Silver could dive in, the waiter put the bill in front of them. “There you go.”

Coco opened the check, and her eyes shot open like dinner plates. “Oh… dear. I just barely have enough to cover that.”

“No worries,” Silver said, pulling out a bag of bits. “I got you covered.”

“Thank you,” both of them said together.

“But I’ll pay on one condition.”

Coco shrunk a bit. “Yes?”

“Oink for me.”

Finish slammed her hooves on the table. “What?”

“Relax, girl.” Silver leaned in. “If you want me to pay for your entire meal, then just oink for me.”

Finish was a little bit turned on by the request, having wanted to do this very thing with Coco before, but now seeing how much it was hurting her made her feel bad. “You don’t have to—”

“Oink oink.”

Finish’s tail nearly hiked.

“There we go.” He took the bits and threw them to the waiter. “Now let’s eat!”

Before anypony could react, Silver picked up one of the pieces of pie, the key lime, and shoved it into Coco’s mouth. Finish was about to ask him to stop, but Coco moaned at the flavor and chewed slowly. Silver nodded, taking a bite of the chocolate pie before placing it in front of her lips. Coco took a moment to swallow before opening her mouth again. Silver placed the rest of it in her mouth, and she resumed chewing.

Finish felt the burning jealousy within her, and nearly leapt on him to take over. But she simply watched. I can’t act right now. I can’t let the paparazzi see me out here in the open force-feeding her. They may’ve already gotten a picture of me from that one moment, I can’t make it worse. But there was a pleading look from Coco, and it was looking at her. Why is she looking at me like that? Does she… does she want me to join in?

More and more pies were put into her mouth, and Coco dutifully chewed and chewed and swallowed. Her belly was pushing outwards now, and for a moment Finish was turned on as all hell. Coco was in a groove, and she wasn’t stopping.

Or, rather, she couldn’t stop. She looked over at Finish again, filling spilling from her mouth. Finish thought that she was helping by leaning over and pushing it back in, but Coco’s eyes strained in response. She took a seat again, now more confused.

Coco’s belly bubbled from the fast intake of sugar and filling, and it was rounding out from its flabby state. Coco rubbed it constantly, and Finish leaned over to help her out. “That’s good,” Silver said. “You girls work together, and lemme get these in faster.”

“No problem, honey,” Finish replied. She locked eyes on Coco, who was looking around at the both of them with… was that worry? Coco motioned for some water, and Finish pressed it up to her lips. There was slight relief, though Coco didn’t smile at them. “You doin’ alright?”

Coco didn’t reply. She just tried getting more pie into her mouth, courtesy of Silver.

“Yeah! Now we’re talking!” He sped up, trying to pack her full. Finish shifted in arousal and discomfort. Something was wrong here. They were fulfilling their fantasies, weren’t they? Coco should’ve been happy at that moment! But Coco’s worried look increased to panic.

The feeding continued. Coco’s belly pushed further into the table, beginning to ever-so-slightly tip it. Finish could feel her blood boiling at the quiet creaks the single leg was making. Coco tried to shift to a more comfortable position, but it was to no avail.

Hang in there, Coco, we’re more than halfway through this! Keep it up!

After what may’ve been the 12th slice of pie, Coco coughed some pie up.

“Whoa, what’re you doing?” Silver asked drunkenly.

“You’re going too fast.”

“Nonsense!” Silver shoved two whole slices into her mouth. “You just need some training.”

Coco’s eyes bugged, and she whined. Finish’s heart dropped at seeing her like that, partially because she thought it was hot, and partially because of how much pain Coco was in. She was torn.

“There we go,” Silver said, chuckling. “You got some fat cheeks there.”

Coco sputtered, sending crumbs everywhere. She swallowed, and groaned. Her face went slightly green. “No more, please…”

“Aw, come on!” Silver continued, putting another slice into her face. “You still have about ten left.”

Coco threw a hoof to her mouth. “No, please! Let me take these home, we can continue later!”

“This is a part of feeding, baby.” Silver shoved it into her mouth. “You’re getting stuffed. Trust me, you can hold it. I’ve seen it before, I’ve done it before, and now I’m gonna show you how to do it. Fanny will be so proud.”

Coco began crying, and that did it for Finish. She shot her hoof out and grabbed Silver’s before more pie could be shoved into her mouth. “That’s enough.”

“Hey, let go—”

With strength that only she knew she possessed, she picked up Silver and held him in front of her. “So help me, if you continue this, I will make you regret the day you’ve ever met me.”

Unfortunately, the fear tactic came too late. They looked over just in time to see Coco vomit all over the table. The restaurant all had eyes on them now.

Coco began crying, and Finish knew she had to act fast. She grabbed Coco, shoved her out of the booth, and guided her out of the restaurant lightning fast. It was just enough time to allow Coco to relieve herself on the sidewalk. A few ponies watched her, and Finish glared at them to shoo them along. Silver followed behind.

“That was some binge!” He laughed. “You’re such a lightweight. Any of us would have easily cleared that table right up—”

*Crack* Finish’s hoof flew towards him, knocking him straight out. Coco watched aghast before puking one last time.

“Are you okay?”

After her episode, Coco was in full tears. “Oh my stars, I really just did that!”

“It’s okay, he shouldn’t have pushed you like that.” Finish leaned up against her. “Come on, let’s get you home.”

“Thank you, Forest.” Coco leaned away from her. “Thank you. I’m sorry you had to see that. Are you okay?”

“I’m fine. I’m just more worried about you right now.” Finish began making her way home, but stopped. “Actually, which way do you live?” This was obviously something she knew, but she couldn’t make it too obvious for her.

Coco guided them to her place, leaning against Finish the whole way. They didn’t talk the whole way, Finish because she was too concerned with her identity being revealed, Coco because she was still feeling queasy. Nopony bothered them; they saw Coco’s green face, and moved out of the way.

After a while, they made their way home. Coco heaved herself off and took her keys out of her purse. “Thank you. For everything.”

“My pleasure.” Forest nuzzled her. “Now you get some rest, and I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Coco blinked. “I will?”

Finish slapped her hoof on her forehead. You idiot! You’re not Photo Finish right now, you’re Forest… whatever! “I’m gonna check up on you tomorrow, just to make sure you’re feeling well.”

Coco blushed. “Thank you—” before she said anything else, Coco dashed off to the bathroom, letting the door slowly close behind her.

Finish let her head bang against the door, standing there for Celestia-knows-how-long, before the stench of vomit on her coat made her realize that she needed to go home and get cleaned off.

Author's Note

This chapter was a touch hard to write. It was my first time writing a character like that; I don't write party animals or smug characters all that often, so writing Silver Streak like that didn't come easily. I can understand if you don't like him or this chapter, but I felt the story had to progress this way.