Pinkamena Diane Pie, called just Pinkie by most of her friends and family, was in that moment heading to the Disc World outlet store traveling via public transport. Even thought the company was less than 3 months old, Disc World was already a big part of Canterlot society providing dozens of jobs and selling a diverse variety of unorthodox clothing styles, ranging from the same affordable clothes one could find everywhere to the highly exclusive lines that only they sold. While experimenting roaring success and popularity since its creation, it was not the kind of company in the tastes of everyone, her friend Rarity for one, a talented designer herself, had very low opinion for their exclusive line of clothing, which she called risque at best and downright vulgar at worst. In spite of that, or perhaps because of that, their (admittedly very few) creations that Pinkie had seen didn't seemed half bad to her, they had some wacky charm to them, and she always enjoyed the wacky things in life.

Standing up in the subway wagon for the whole travel, she was aware of the many eyes that were fixated on her. Wearing her casual business suit she still couldn't hide a very voluptuous body, since destiny and her own efforts had provided her with a very curvaceous figure. Tall, almost 5″7′, her body was voluptuous thanks in no small part to her voracious appetite (she just couldn't help it!) and yet all her curves were very well toned because of her fast metabolism and constant morning exercises, the workout transforming half of the food she devoured into soft muscle tissue that made her legs look almost (but not quite) on the fat side, yet perfectly balanced with the rest of her body thanks to the other half of her intake seemingly transforming into baby fat that gave her skin a universal smooth and soft appearance. This of course was almost not noticeable when compared to an even meatier part of her body, her perfect, round, bubble butt. Her plot (a silly joke name, nowadays only used in the privacy of her mind) always jiggled and danced every which way when she walked, as if it was screaming to everyone at hand: “HEY! look at me bounce for your delight!"

No matter how much sweat she left behind after hours and hours of running, stretching, jumping and whatever else she could think of, her assets didn't reduce it’s meatiness one inch, just toned to an even more perfect shape, that had every male since college glancing at her dancing buttocks as she walked on her amazing beautifully toned legs. The only other part that refused to acknowledge her working out efforts (as much as her meaty plot), were her breasts, a 36D pair, their perfect balloon shape defied gravity, bouncing around every time she walked. And if you didn't know Pinkie from before, you would place any kind of money on betting that she had purchased some meaty implants. All in all, her sexy body seemed more fit for an experienced and sexy actress in her early 30s than a 20 year old girl.

The only thing that gave her away was her face. Pure, innocent and sweet. The true look of a girl that had just reached the second decade of her life and even for those standards looks younger. Lovely almost child like features adorned her face, creating an extreme contrast with her sexual goddess body. Her clear blue eyes full of the innocence that she still possessed, yet still held the spicy, almost mischievous glint that gave away her very random way of thinking and acting. Those beautiful eyes, would flash now and again, from under her flowing mane of thick voluminous pink hair (very far from the straight smooth silk hair most of her family had) just as she was about to flash one of her dazzling smiles to any lucky onlooker.

All her body blessings and curses would be perfectly acceptable - if it were not for those stares -

Back when she was younger everything was fine. She and her friends, six 20 year old girls that had been close since they were students back in Canterlot High, had many memories of the innocent days of their youth. They never had time for boys, always immersed in their innocent passions: studying, farming, fashion, sports, animals and partying. But nowadays those halcyon days were just memories of a distant past. As they matured and their bodies changed, one by one began to awake to their own sexual qualities and desires in some way or another, all of them save Pinkie Pie that is.

Having never paid any attention at all during sex-ed, being too much interested in planning silly inoffensive parties and raised in a very conservative religious focused home, Pinkie was completely ignorant to almost everything related with practical sex. Because she saw this advent of sexuality as one of the reasons the six friends started to part ways, she started to resent sex and everything related to it, making all the more difficult for her to talk or learn about it. She missed the innocent days of her youth, when she and her friends could go around town with happy and bubbly attitudes without fear of some men wanting to do something to them. Unfortunately it seemed she was alone in that line of though, all her friends maturing fast enough to leave their innocence behind without looking back.

Amazingly untouched, Pinkie was still completely unaware of what pleasures her body could provide to herself and to others. She had no actual idea what all the men on the street, from teenagers to dirty old men wanted with her when she noticed they were ogling her features and sometimes drooling. Problem was that while she wouldn't admit it to anybody, not even herself, there were moments when the stares reached a such a critical increase, under those hunger filled eyes looking her up and down over and over, undressing her mentally, that they made her girly parts…oh sooooo very wet!

And even though she didn't understand what was going on, she really liked the soft, warm and wet feeling between her legs and she would constantly rub her legs together when sitting at home, in a class room, on park benches, on the bus, in the Mall, almost anywhere where such situation occurred. And yet, being the naive girl she still was, she never dared to touch the wetness with her hand, and as a result she never reached the so needed release, calming herself before being completely satisfied, which ironically only made her more susceptible to perpetuating the cycle of never ending random moments of intense wetness and confusion.

Actually, athletics was the best way to get her mind off the strange sensations she felt on her body and release most of her innate sexual energy. That was another reason for the long hours of exercise. As another measure that she took for that particular problem, most of her clothes were specifically chosen to avoid giving too much of a show to any onlooker, being plain looking, covering a lot of skin or just being loose on her figure. Unfortunately, even with those tactics, her voluptuous form still surfaced and most persons could still ogle her for as long as she remained in their visual field, oblivious to the deep effects that their hungry eyes had on her mind.

Because of her naivety, her common state of wetness was still a reason for confusion, something she could not even put into words and thus avoided speaking about it to her family or even her closest friends. She feared that telling them about the sensations between her legs would ostracize her, and make them label her as weirdo or something worse. In order to avoid talking about the subject, she tried to ramp up her random silly antics with them, to give the impression that nothing perturbed her at all.

Her traditional family upbringing had left her with a very archaic attitude towards sex, which is why as far as her public love life went, she had no more history than a single, unique boyfriend in all her two decades of life. Her mother always admonished her to never allow anyone to touch or even see her in a sexual way until she was a married woman. Because of that background no one could knew, not even herself, that under her innocent funny loving attitude laid dormant a wild fire to go with the body, actually, perhaps even the fire was much more than the body could handle.

For better and for worse, her mix of subconscious and voluntary sexual repression never bothered her boyfriend. She had met him back in High School, initially seeing him as a rival as far as party planning went, but quickly starting a friendship with him. A very kind and joyful man, Cheese Sandwich aside from being a virgin like his girlfriend, was really a boy with a pure heart that coincidentally was deeply crazy in love with his beloved Pinkie. He would never go against her wishes or do anything that might made her feel uncomfortable.

He was so pure tough, that Pinkie also opted to never tell him anything about the strange sensations of wetness she felt every now and then. The last thing she wanted was to give him an impression of being a dirty girlfriend. As old fashioned as it was, both were completely decided to step into the matrimony chapter of their lives without any sexual experience, believing that would make the long awaited event it all the more magical, since that was what her mother and boyfriend told her. The sad final result of this insecurities was that Pinkie was alone and very, very frustrated in her sexual ignorance.

Because of the relationship with her boyfriend, and the importance of having it blooming into much more, she had made her decision, on regards to finding a job of any kind, in order to support him. He was right now going through very rough times trying to make his joke and prank shop successful. The store that he had opened with so much hope little more than four months ago was now in the very verge on bankruptcy after a streak of badly implemented decisions and underhanded practices from the bank credit services. In a way, she was trying to improve their relationship with this, since they had pinkie-promised each other from the day they went steady that they would marry the very moment his business finally picked up. She believed matrimony was exactly the magic that she needed to bring her life up and out of her sexual limits. She had to tell him tough, that as soon as they reached financial stability, she would go back to baking, which was her passion, and something she was actually quite good at, though the high society from Canterlot was yet to agree.

That’s why she found herself now, ready to apply for the position of head of the Human Relations Department for the Disc World store, a position she could fill with her degree in Personnel Management. Very early that day after her morning exercises, she waved good bye to Gummy and Angel (the pets belonging to herself and her friend Fluttershy, who lived with her), and she left her apartment with an iron will resolve. Finding a job in this times was not easy anywhere in Canterlot, knowing this all too well because since leaving college this was the first opportunity she had with her studies. Completely decided to make a good impression, she opted to go with a very professional look, a black jacket, silk white blouse and a matching black skirt that reached to her knees. While she loved the bright pastel colors, laughing at everything and pulling silly nonsensical jokes all the time, with so much as the business of her boyfriend at stake, she decided to hide all her more personal traits and aim for a formal (if dull, in her mind) look and attitude that day in order to secure the job.

Leaving behind the subway and the street (not to mention the gaze of many disappointed citizens), Pinkie entered the big building that served both as a store and administrative offices. Crossing many aisles of clothes, most of the garments being either exotic, silly or a mix of both, she lamented that for multiple internal (her own insecurities) and external (her money problems) reasons, her wardrobe in home had nothing quite like them. Deciding to ignore the clothing, she searched for the main reception, finally finding it in a separate isolated area of the store. She approached the receptionist, a very attractive blonde, though a little silly looking with an absent and somewhat ditzy look on her eyes and a half-eaten muffin on her desk, sporting a gray uniform with a low neckline that was showing a generous amount of cleavage. “Yes?" she asked in a girlish high pitched voice, that sounded like she was about to burst into girlish giggles.

“Good afternoon miss. My name is Pinkamena Diane Pie, and I’m here to offer my services for the position of Head of H.R. May I please see the person in charge of hiring new personnel?” As funny looking as the blonde girl looked, she had serious doubts the woman attitude and dressing were entirely appropriate for her post.

“Why certainly! the woman replied, and to Pinkie’s surprise, she said it while openly staring directly at her bosom. After calling someone through the phone, the woman told Pinkie to take a seat, and as she turned way, she was mortified to notice the woman’s gaze traveled up her smooth legs, to the inverted heart shape of her plot, which no matter how much she tried to avoid it, always swayed when she walked. That fact had so many times brought on wolfish whistles from strangers that she was almost accustomed by then, but now made her cheeks burn a reddish tone due to the fact that it was a woman who now enjoyed her very obvious body features. She sat down, avoiding eye contact with this strange woman, and focused on her plan to make a good impression with her interviewer.

After a few minutes, a door (which read “Authorized Personnel only”) on the other side of the reception area opened, letting out a very tall man, dressed in a purple suit, walking with a very sure stride, and what could be described to be a predatory look in his yellow eyes. With an over sized protruding fang and his mismatched clothes, his whole appearance was quite silly, and she had to force herself to avoid starting to laugh out loudly then and there.

She though the man was somewhat familiar, but she couldn't put her finger when or where she had seen him before –some TV news I suppose- she said to herself. As Pinkie got up to greet him, for he was going directly her way, she noticed the way he quickly checked her out with an wolfish smile on his face, something which happened so often, it really didn't even called her attention.

“Hello Miss…?” he extended a lanky yet strong hand

“Pinkamena Diane Pie” She said as she shook his hand with a solid business grip.

“Oh yes…I see no ring in your hand, are you single by any chance?” he asked pointing to her other hand grinning when she nodded her head.

Surprised by the forwardness of the question, she needed a couple of seconds to reply “Actually I...have a boyfriend”

“I see. Well, it doesn't matter anyway, there are people here who prefer…hiring single women, but someone with a boyfriend will work just fine too”

“Oh?” she was dumbstruck with this turn in conversation “and why is that?”

“My girl, let’s just say that they tend to offer much more...responsibility and loyalty in their services”

She still didn't understand what he meant, but decided to leave the topic for later. Pinkie still had more questions though.

“Why is it that the position has to be filled by a person of female gender? If I may ask”

“Well” he grinned that wolfish grin again (she felt more uncomfortable the more she saw it) “that will be made clear to you once you have heard our induction material”

“Induction? I thought you would give me an interview or something sir. Does this mean I’m already hired? We haven’t even talked hours or money yet, Mr..? ”

“I apologize Miss Pie, you may call me Discord, I’m the chief owner and operator of this store. And yes, I think you are hired on the spot, I can tell by just looking at a candidate, if they will be good for the job or not.”

He gave her a small pack of papers, the first page declaring front and center her potential salary. The sum she read was a lot more than what she had expected, actually, at least twice as much. She gasped a little, an expression that failed to tarnish her amazing beauty, if anything; it made her look even more attractive.

“That much?” she asked incredulously.

“We take very seriously who we assign to take care of our needs in Human Relations. And I think, with what I have seen, that you will fill in this position so nicely, that it is actually a bargain price for us”.

“Thank you sir” She flushed slightly at the compliment.

-Apparently someone gave the owner of this place psychic powers- she thought chuckling to herself. A nagging thought was in her head still, that something was very off about the whole place…but she had come for the job, and if it was going to be this easy, she was not going to let this chance escape. The best part was of course that the money involved was so much that in as little as a single year she would not only have enough funds to save the shop of her boyfriend, but also have savings to open her own bakery, buy a car, organize weekly parties with all of her friends, and of course, pay for the biggest and silliest wedding in all Canterlot. With those dreams of riches, she decided to ignore her well justified worries and go with it accepting formally the proposal this man was doing without reading anything more than her fat salary in the papers she received.

“Now, your formal interview can start in the recruiting room” he said, flashing again the wolfish smile (this time Pinkie didn't thought it was so bad, the fang was somewhat cute even, in a silly sort of way) “please, cum with me this way”.

She followed who was now virtually her boss as he walked back to the door he had come out from. Her voluptuous curvy form always moving like it had a mind of it’s own, something that was about to get her into more than she could possibly imagine.

Author's Note

Nothing too descriptive here, the actual heavy content starts in chapter 3.