More to Love

Chapters

Chapter 1 - Sweet Dreams
Chapter 2 - A Direct Approach
Chapter 3 - Quite an Evening

Chapter 1 - Sweet Dreams

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Fluttershy sat neatly by the window, looking out over the blurred scenery as the train car gently rocked from side to side. She couldn’t remember the last time she had been home. It felt like months, at the very least, but she had been so busy acting as the veterinarian of the royal menagerie that time had quite literally flown by. Now, she was riding home on an evening train, grinning eagerly as it brought her closer to Ponyville by the moment. Her heart swelled with joy as she spotted her friends waiting for her on the platform. The train slowed to a stop, and in the blink of an eye, she was engulfed in the squeezing warmth of her friends, hugging back to the best of her ability. As the embrace ended, a thought occurred.

“Where is Pinkie Pie?” she gently inquired.

Rarity cleared her throat, while Applejack and Rainbow Dash began to snicker. Twilight Sparkle smiled and shook her head. Fluttershy arched her brows as she glanced between them.

“Is… something wrong?”

“Oh no, not at all.” Twilight turned to Rarity, her smile becoming something forced. “Pinkie just… well—”

“She’s got a big surprise for you when you get home,” Dash interrupted, bursting into laughter immediately afterward.

Fluttershy felt a twinge of anxiety.

Applejack calmed herself, suppressing her chuckle for the most part. “Don’tcha worry yerself, Pinkies doin’ jus’ fine.”

“I don’t know how you can call that just fine, Applejack.” Rarity looked at the bottom of her forehoof, turning it over to look at the side. “I find it appalling, personally.”

“Appalling? Pinkie Pie?” Fluttershy asked anxiously.

Rarity nodded, returning her attention to Fluttershy. “You see, somehow she got the grand idea that you—”

Applejack snorted. “Now hold on a minute here! Ya may not agree with what she did, but that don’t give ya the right ta ruin her surprise! She’s been workin’ hard on this!” Applejack smiled and motioned for Fluttershy to follow as she made her way across the platform.

“Working hard, or hardly working?!” Rainbow Dash laughed at her own joke, wiping away a few tears. Rarity rolled her eyes.

“Actually,” Twilight commented, “considering how active she is normally, you really could consider this hard work on her part.”

The horizon glowed a soft orange-pink as the sun dipped behind the mountains. Birds bid their goodnights as the five of them made their way down the path to Fluttershy’s cottage, attempting to keep her from asking any further questions about Pinkie by asking her about the work she had done in Canterlot. Though she humored them, the curiosity regarding her absent friend friend remained at the forefront of her mind. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary as she approached her home, but then, that was the point of a surprise party. Even Rarity and Twilight began to quietly giggle to themselves as Fluttershy opened her front door, glancing back at them before stepping into the darkened interior of her home.

“Have fun!” they all shouted in unison.

All at once, the lights flickered on, illuminating the balloons, streamers, and confetti spread across her living room. A banner stretched across the back wall, over the doorway to the kitchen. While it clearly read “Welcome home Fluttershy!” she could see from the door that there were a number of odd smudges all over the paper. There were also little bits of something scattered all over the room, some of them the same color as the smudges. Fluttershy glanced down at the floor around her hooves, spying what appeared to be a mostly eaten hunk of cake. She immediately realized that the smudges on the banner were frosting.

Blinking with confusion, her mouth agape, she turned around, only to find herself face to face with her front door. She whipped around again as a soft, feminine grunt sounded from the kitchen.

“Shoot! I missed my cue, didn’t I?” The voice was very familiar, but it sounded almost like their words had been spoken with a full mouth. “Go back outside and come in again! I wasn’t ready!”

“Pinkie?”

The floor shook slightly under a series of quick stomps, each one sounding closer. Fluttershy felt her heart pound in her chest as she carefully stepped over another discarded lump of cake. Just as the paintings began to rattle against the wall, they went still again. The very tip of a curly, pink lock of hair edged past the door frame.

“Pinkie, what are you doing? They said you were… that you were going to surprise me, or… I, um… I got a little worried because Rarity said she didn’t approve, but—”

All at once, a gigantic pink figure hopped into view, the floor trembling on impact. It was undeniably Pinkie Pie, but she was, in a word, enormous; quite possibly the fattest pony Fluttershy had ever laid eyes on.

“Oh my goodness! Puh—Pinkie! You’re—”

The massive mare huffed softly as she filled the doorway. A few beads of sweat rolled down her forehead, bright-blue eyes wide and centered on Fluttershy, though squinted slightly by her full cheeks. Fluttershy couldn’t tell how much of the squinting was because Pinkie was grinning from ear to ear as opposed to how puffy her fat face had become.

“I’m huge! I know!” Pinkie took a deep breath, swallowing. Her face, and especially her mouth, carried traces of the cake that littered Fluttershy’s living room. “Do you like it?!”

Fluttershy knitted her brow, blushing. “I… Oh gosh…” Her feathers ruffled impulsively. “I wasn’t expecting…”

Her grin faded. “You don’t like it?”

Pinkie took a few steps forward, causing the floor shake again. Her second chin and thick neck wobbled with the motion, her chest rolling from side to side and sagging against her bloated upper forelegs. When she reached the doorframe, her sides bunched up against it, causing the wood to creak. With a small grunt of effort, Pinkie squeezed through, her blubber quivering as it flopped back into place.

“No! It’s just—” Fluttershy could hardly take her eyes off of the immense parody her friend had become, her heart hammering away all the while. “This is just so sudden! I had no idea that—”

“Well,” she puffed, “I just thought this would be a nice surprise for you, is all!” Pinkie’s grin returned, the cheerful butterball slowly waddling in a circle, never once looking away from Fluttershy. Every inch of her seemed to ripple, her belly swaying so dangerously close to the floor. “I wasn’t wrong, was I?”

Fluttershy felt her mouth dry out, shortness of breath following. Her tail flicked impulsively, a shiver running down her spine, cresting between her haunches.

“No.” Fluttershy whispered, swallowing. “No, you weren’t wrong… I just… How did you—”

“Oh, you know.” Pinkie paused, huffing softly as she completed her turn, giving Fluttershy a clear view of her enormous backside. “You’re always watching the animals get ready for winter, and you told me how much you liked helping them get enough food, and how soft they are before they hibernate, and how much you loooove rubbing and hugging and squeezing them when they’re all rolly-poly and ready for a long winter nap! Well, this is kinda like that, except that I’ve got a head start! And you get to… you know.” Pinkie giggle-snorted. “Well? Don’tcha wanna feel how sooooft I am?”

Fluttershy felt her cheeks burning. She nodded and took a few cautious steps forward. Pinkie lidded her eyes, her grin becoming something more sensual as she gave her rump a single shake. The motion carrying for several seconds, the cheeks of her rump softly slapping together. Fluttershy gasped silently, eyes wide as she came closer to those shuddering pink haunches. Fluttershy lifted a forehoof, hovering just above of Pinkie’s marbled flesh.

“Go on,” Pinkie purred, letting her eyelids descend even further. “This is all for you, Fluttershy. Show me how much you like it.”

“I—” Fluttershy swallowed heavily, feeling as though she might hyperventilate. “Oh goodness, Pinkie… I… I just—”

Pinkie’s lusty gaze lost some of its passion, her smile subsiding. “I’m not going too fast for you, am I?”

“Oh, no! Not at all! I’m just—” She smiled sheepishly, glancing down at the floor. “I want to kiss a little, first… If um… if you’re okay with that.”

A shiver ran though Pinkie’s massive form as she slowly lidded her eyes again. “Of course I am, silly.”

Pinkie Pie closed her eyes as Fluttershy slowly trotted around her. Fluttershy spread her wings, feathers brushing gently over Pinkie’s flank as she drank in every soft curve. As her feathers brushed over the side of the Pinkie’s enormous belly, she felt Pinkie’s shuddering.

“That tickles!” Pinkie giggled, her body quaking.

Blushing, Fluttershy folded her wings. She turned to face Pinkie. “Sorry.”

Pinkie opened her eyes slowly, slightly, smiling. “It’s okay; I like tickling.”

“Oh.” Fluttershy smiled timidly. “Okay.”

A soft silence settled over the room as Fluttershy stood across from the wonderful mare she knew so well, listening to the quiet panting that puffed between her lips, punctuated by the occasional creak of the floorboards under and around her hooves. She had already taken in so much of Pinkie’s new figure that all she had left to gaze into were her eyes, still as brilliantly blue and full of energy as ever. She leaned a little closer, basking in the warmth that radiated from Pinkie’s thick, heavy frame, feeling the swirling of Pinkie’s sugary breath against her.

Fluttershy closed her eyes, meeting Pinkie in the darkness. All at once, her senses were overwhelmed with the softness of Pinkie’s lips against her own and the taste of cake and frosting on Pinkie’s tongue as they rubbed together. A soft moan reached her ears, replying with one of her own, slowly, gently sliding and pursing. She lifted a foreleg to Pinkie’s chest, feeling the weight against her fetlock as she lifted gingerly, trembles running through Pinkie’s supple flesh as she panted excitedly through the kiss. Her foreleg drifted higher, feeling the rolling contours of Pinkie’s neck, slipping around to the back of her head and brushing her hoof through Pinkie’s lush, curly mane.

After what felt like an eternity, the embrace ended. Fluttershy peered out from under her eyelids, giving a bashful smile as she met Pinkie’s gaze again. A low growling interrupted the moment, causing Fluttershy to shrink back slightly. She felt silly as, moments later, she realized what the noise had been. Pinkie’s already puffy cheeks swelled as she tried to stifle a burp.

Pinkie giggled again, sounding just a little nervous, glancing down at the floor. “’scuse me!”

“Oh, I don’t mind.” She chewed her lower lip, then quietly asked, “Are you still hungry?”

“I sure am! I’m never not hungry these days, really! Even more never not hungry than I used to be!”

Fluttershy shivered, nuzzling the side of Pinkie’s portly neck. “I can certainly imagine… It must be so tiring to carry all that weight around.”

“Totally!” She nodded energetically, her chins and jowls wobbling. “I have loads of fun visiting my friends and planning parties and all, but it’s just soooo much work! And that just makes me even hungrier!”

“Well, I haven’t been home in a while, but if you want to sit down and relax, I could fly into town and get you something. Anything, really.”

Pinkie tilted her head to the side, as though looking past her. “You don’t have to do that, silly! You think I’d throw you a welcome home party without bringing food? I brought lots and lots and lots of stuff over! Took me way longer than I planned ‘cause I kept eating half of the stuff on the way here!” She giggled and took a heavy step forward, Fluttershy standing aside to watch.

The strangest thing happened, as Pinkie Pie waddled toward the door. The floor began to creak a bit louder, Pinkie’s every step seeming somehow slower, heavier. She began to audibly grunt and pant with effort. Fluttershy had to blink several times to truly register what she was witnessing. Pinkie was fattening up before her very eyes, visibly wider by the second, her curves sagging heavier and fuller, her flab shaking and slapping against itself. By the time she reached the door, she was easily wider than the frame. And yet, she continued to slowly plow ahead as though she didn’t even notice the change, despite all the strain she had to put into walking.

“Is this really happening?” Fluttershy murmured, awestruck.

She felt her breath catch in her chest as –all at once– Pinkie’s belly smooshed against the floor, her bloated sides bunching up against the walls on either side of her. Several girly grunts and groans reached her ears as Pinkie wobbled against the frame, elephantine hind legs scraping their hooves against the floor, causing the massive haunches above them to shudder and slap together. Pinkie seemed to have stopped growing, but she was clearly stuck in the doorway. Fluttershy took a cautious step closer.

“Heh… Fluttershy, I’m… I’m kinda—” The smell of arousal hit her as Pinkie flicked her tail. Even her heat carried a sugary accent. “Don’t s’pose you could give me a little push?”

Pinkie glanced back at her, over the small hill of her backside, her normally pink face now beet red. Something about her embarrassment sent a jolt through Fluttershy, exploding between her haunches and forcing her wings to their full span. She bit her lip and swallowed a groan, then forced a nod.

“N-no problem at all, Pinkie. I, um… I mean… I don’t mind you getting stuck in my doorway!” She laughed, quick and anxious, then swallowed. Her ears splayed, her tail flicked, and her feathers frizzed. “Has, um… is this the first time you’ve gotten… stuck?”

Wiggling, Pinkie gave a nervous giggle of her own. “Weeeeell… not really. It’s kinda been happening more and more lately. Ponies haven’t exactly been renovating their homes just ‘cause I’m a big fatty-flanks! Nopony really said anything about me porking out until I started having a hard time with doors, but now… I got stuck in the Boutique the other day, and Rarity said all kinds of kinda mean things about it while I was getting pulled out.” Pinkie’s pursed her full lips into a pout, brow furrowing. “She told me you wouldn’t like my surprise.”

“Oh, no… I’m very flattered that you would do this for me. I just, um—” Fluttershy glanced away, chewing her lower lip. “I think you… you’re—”

“A little too fat?” Pinkie arched her brows, still blushing, wiggling her rump. Fluttershy fought to keep herself from swooning. “Do you think so? Maybe I should cut back a little?”

“I—” Fluttershy quickly shook her head. “I was going to say beautiful, actually! Stunning!”

Pinkie brightened up. “Oh! Well, okay then! I still need a little push, though!”

Fluttershy nodded, inching closer. “Just a little push… right.”

At first, Fluttershy just lifted her hoof and let gravity take over, sliding along the warm, not-quite smooth curve of Pinkie’s left haunch. Her coat was just a bit damp with perspiration, but otherwise fresh and well conditioned. Pinkie moaned softly at her touch, giving another slow, heavy shake. Immediately, Fluttershy knew that more than “just a little push” was on the menu. She brought her foreleg back up with a bit more pressure, feeling her fetlock sink into the yielding weight, gently lifting and releasing Pinkie’s heavy cheek. Pinkie’s rump flopped back against her hock, bouncing, quietly slapping its neighbor. Fluttershy bit her lower lip, watching the ripples. With one last trace of hesitation, she glanced up again, meeting Pinkie’s longing stare. Pinkie’s lips pursed with another moan.

“Please,” she groaned, peering back at Fluttershy with one eye barely open. “Don’t stop. That feels sooo good!”

Fluttershy barely even nodded, gently leaning against Pinkie’s wide hips as she reared up on her hinds. A shiver ran through her as Pinkie flagged her tail, silky pink curls tickling her underside before draping to the left. The smell of Pinkie’s arousal was nearly intoxicating. The source of the lustful aroma was entirely concealed by the weight of Pinkie’s haunches, however. Even the base of her tail had been swallowed in the deep, buttery-soft canyon of her rump.

With both forehooves on Pinkie’s backside, Fluttershy began to knead in opposing circles, slowly and carefully. She spread Pinkie’s cheeks with the motion, wide enough to get a glimpse of the pucker under her tail, and the thick, glistening lips of her sex just below that. Even farther down the soft curve, between Pinkie’s hind legs, she spotted a pair of ripe looking udders. Without touching them, Fluttershy could tell that they were full and heavy, engorged not with milk but with an excess of supple flesh. She began to salivate, imagining how soft Pinkie’s nipples would feel against her lips and tongue.

While Fluttershy had intended to squish Pinkie’s haunches together again and continue kneading, Pinkie slowly dipped forward as much as her size and the doorframe would allow, arching her back, the floor creaking under her as she presented herself. Fluttershy inhaled sharply, her feathers ruffling again. Her rump quivered as she kept it hiked as high as Fluttershy imagined she could. She let Pinkie’s heavy cheeks drop, tingling as she watched them collide with an audible slap, completely concealing Pinkie’s nethers.

Pinkie grunted again, trying and failing to turn her thick neck far enough to glance back and up at Fluttershy. “Don’tcha… mmf… don’tcha want a taste? I’m not gonna give you eye candy and then say you can’t—” Pinkie’s sentence fell apart as Fluttershy spread her rump again, leaning in slowly. “Ooooooh!”

The heat of Fluttershy’s breath rolled out in gasps against the fat mound of Pinkie’s pussy. She extended her tongue in one long, slow pass along the glistening ravine of her sex. Pinkie was beyond words at that point, uttering nothing more than a long, breathy moan. Fluttershy shivered as she realized Pinkie’s nethers tasted as sugary as they smelled. Her tongue flicked down for a second pass, just a bit deeper, the decadence of Pinkie’s pussy starting to slather on her lips. She felt her hooves finally meeting resistance in Pinkie’s yielding backside as she put more of her weight into it, desperate and eager to make out with Pinkie’s cunt.

The doorframe had other plans. A dry crack suddenly split the air. Before she even realized what was happening, Pinkie rolled forward with a squawk of surprise, tumbling with floor-shaking weight. Fluttershy spilled onto the floor as well, but quickly scrambled to her hooves, rushing to Pinkie’s quivering, slowly heaving side. It occurred to her, as she stood next to her lard-laden friend, that Pinkie could have easily crushed her had she fallen differently. Pinkie was -at the very least- three times the size of her.

“Are you alright?!”

Pinkie giggled up at her, panting and looking a bit dazed. “This… guh… isn’t the first time I’ve had that happen, either.” The shock seemed to leave her after she said that, glancing past the Fluttershy, her face starting to flush. “Oh jeeze! Fluttershy, I’m really sorry! I hope you’re not mad! I’ve been trying not to do that, but I’m just so big and the butter I bring with me melts if I don’t use it to grease up fast enough and then I end up drinking it out of the wrapper so it doesn’t get all over me and—”

Once more, Fluttershy interrupted Pinkie Pie, this time with her mouth instead of her hooves. Pinkie’s words melted into a soft moan that reverberated through Fluttershy’s tongue, slowly locking and pressing their lips together, short, excited gasps escaping through their noses. Fluttershy felt just a bit disappointed when Pinkie pulled away moments later, heaving a deep breath. She settled for nuzzling into the side of Pinkie’s neck, playing with Pinkie’s flab between her lips. Pinkie began to stir not long after that.

Fluttershy sat back, watching Pinkie’s whole body quake as she tried to get her hooves under her. She gave up after several attempts, collapsing into a jiggling pink heap. She had retained her blush for the entire affair, looking up at Fluttershy from under her eyelids.

“I, uh—” Pinkie pursed her lips, blowing a few beads of sweat off the tip of her nose mid wheeze. “I think I’m guh... gonna take it easy for a little while... If you want some of the cake and stuff,” she grunted, half-heartedly waving a foreleg, “it’s right over there.”

“Oh, that’s okay, Pinkie Pie. I don’t mind at all. Don’t, um—“” She grinned as she suddenly felt a bold streak come over her. “Don’t you want any of the cake you brought, though?”

Pinkie giggled, sending more tremors through her immense form. “Well I’m nah... not gonna say no, if that’s what you’re asking!”

Fluttershy smiled. For the first time since entering the kitchen, she looked away from Pinkie. Immediately, her smile vanished and her eyes widened. What was once a humble kitchen now resembled the interior of a bakery. Her mind boggled as she tried to rationalize how she had failed to notice such an enormous addition to her house from the outside. She glanced back at Pinkie, and Pinkie perked up curiously.

Fluttershy waved a foreleg at the room in front of her. “When did this happen?”

“Wha’ddya mean?” She wobbled, as if trying to sit up.

“My kitchen. Was this part of my the surprise?”

“No, silly! Me being all rolly-poly was the surprise! And I guess the cake too, which, yeah, I could definitely go for right about now!” Pinkie giggled as Fluttershy turned away again.

She stared in amazement for a few moments more before slowly exploring. Several multi-tier cakes sat on the counter, but she opened a drawer instead. Her brow arched as she noticed it was full of cookies. She glanced out the window, finding herself with a view of Ponyville under the afternoon sun instead of the picturesque countryside in twilight. In the distance, she could hear songbirds. She chewed the corner of her lip nervously.

“Pinkie Pie,” she almost mumbled, “I think something strange is going on.”

Pinkie was not where Fluttershy had left her, however. Instead, she was sprawled out on the counter behind her, grunting and snorting as she rocked and rolled her massive body. The beautiful cakes that had been placed there were reduced to little more than a sugary mess, mushed into Pinkie’s coat and mane as she just about wallowed in them. She paused briefly as Fluttershy met her gaze, Fluttershy’s jaw hanging slack. Evidently, not all of the cake had ended up on Pinkie’s coat. Her cheeks bulged, bits of cake tumbling from the corners of her mouth. She snorted and swallowed, then dragged her tongue across her lips.

“So, are you gonna take all this pork to market now?” Pinkie whispered, wearing a wide, lewd, frosting-smeared grin between her puffy cheeks. She slid her forehooves down the sticky, shuddering contour of her underside, unable to even reach past her belly. “Or do you want me to get even fatter, first?”

“Oh goodness… Pinkie, you’re already the fattest pony I’ve ever seen! How—” Fluttershy fought to keep her eyes open as her imagination went wild, clenching her haunches and the soft, wet lips between them. “How much bigger could you possibly get?” she whispered, slowly lifting a foreleg to the side of the counter.

Pinkie rubbed her hooves in slow circles, still grinning. “Don’t ’cha wanna find out? Or is this big enough?” She punctuated her question with a slap, sending ripples that rolled across her blubbery form. “I’m all yours, Fluttershy, just say the word!”

With a few flaps of her wings, Fluttershy was on the counter, straddling the slowly panting hill of a mare that now only bore a few resemblances to the Pinkie Pie she used to know. She could feel the cake and frosting getting on her coat, along with the heat and humidity slowly rising off of Pinkie. The entire situation made her feel incredibly dirty, especially considering the answer she was about to give, but somehow, it just made her that much more eager.

“Why not both?” Fluttershy mused as she carefully leaned forward, her weight dimpling Pinkie’s softness. Pinkie arched her brows and bit her lower lip, nodding. “Sex burns calories, after all, and um… If you want to cover your losses, you should probably stuff your face while I’m busy between your hinds.”

Pinkie Pie got right to work, scooping a mound of cake right off of her pillowy chest and noisily cramming it into her mouth. Fluttershy watched for several moments, spellbound, as Pinkie consumed nearly everything she could reach.

Remembering the drawer, Fluttershy leaned to the side. Pinkie’s gut gurgled and churned under her weight, and managed to tug one of them open. Inside, she found more cookies. Fluttershy scooped up as many as she could and dumped them onto Pinkie’s doughy, repeating the motion several times. The drawer never seemed any emptier, and each time, it looked like there were more cakes and pies around Pinkie’s head that hadn’t been there the moment before. Fluttershy was beyond caring at that point, giving herself fully to the lust that begged for release.

Fluttershy shifted her weight again, the pressure forcing a long, wet belch out of Pinkie. They both actually froze for a moment, Fluttershy meeting Pinkie’s fleeting gaze.

“’scuse me… again,” Pinkie mumbled sheepishly, looking away.

“Really, it’s okay,” Fluttershy murmured with a delicate smile. “You... I think you’re really beautiful when you, um... when you blush.”

Pinkie grinned bashfully, slowly regaining confidence as she began to lick dallops of frosting off her hooves. With that, Fluttershy fluttered her wings, back and away from Pinkie’s face as she began to stuff herself again, the sound of her gluttony echoing slightly in the gigantic kitchen. A great deal of pastry had gotten smeared in the deep valleys where Pinkie’s thighs met her belly, gobs of frosting clinging to the overlap of her heavy haunches, but her belly was an absolute mess. The thought of cleaning Pinkie off when all was said and done sent another chill of excitement down her spine. That would have to wait, however. She knew they were both going to get a lot dirtier before it was time to get clean.

Fluttershy knelt down, the coldness of the counter-top softened by the layer of pulverized baked goods on top of it. With gravity pulling Pinkie’s flesh in the other direction, and her thick hind legs spread to either side, Fluttershy had a clear view of her flabby tits. She craned her neck forward, getting a whiff of strong, sweet musk; distinctly Pinkie Pie. Pinkie let out a shuddering gasp as Fluttershy slowly licked around the base of a puffy teat. She could feel it expanding slightly against her lips, but never quite getting firm. Pinkie was far beyond firmness of any sort. The taste of sweat was slight as she suckled gently, curiously. Pinkie shivered again, the motion sending small waves across her middle.

The counter gave a low, dry creak under her. Fluttershy glanced up, watching the peak of Pinkie’s belly slowly climb higher, her left side sagging right over the side of the counter, her right forcing baked goods and their empty containers away from her. Pinkie was blowing up like a balloon, and she didn’t appear to be stopping. Fluttershy tore herself away from the spectacle, focusing on the thick, juicy lips that were steadily becoming even more so, Pinkie’s hind legs almost seeming to recede into her haunches as her already elephantine rump bloated up under them with pounds and pounds of equine lard. Her breasts continued to fill up and out as well, flopping from between Pinkie’s thighs and framing her quivering sex.

Just as it seemed that Pinkie was literally on the verge of filling the kitchen, Fluttershy closed her eyes and took a deep breath, while the counter gave a long, ominous creak under them.

And that was when Pinkie began to trill like a bird.

Her eyelids felt heavy as she tried to open them, an overwhelming amout of light flooding her vision. Where there should have been the fattest pony in all of Equestria -or the world, for that matter- there was only a slightly damp pillow. Fluttershy blinked again, trying to focus her vision. The airy sound of feathers reached her ears, followed by a gentle breeze and the rustling of leaves. Several songbirds perched on her headboard, staring curiously down at her.

Fluttershy managed a smile, slowly rolling onto her back. Immediately, she felt the wetness in her sheets under her haunches. Her tender lips were sticky with more than sweat, a few beads of arousal rolling down her backside as she squeezed her nethers experimentally. She sighed quietly, her smile fading, like the memory of her dream.

One of the birds began to chirp, leaning toward her from its perch.

“I had another one of those dreams, that’s all.” She paused, listening to another round of chirps. “Yes, it was about Pinkie Pie again… Yes, she was really fat in this one, too.” She glanced out the window, watching the sun slowly rise over the horizon.

“I don’t know what to think… I mean, the very first time I ever had a dream like that, I was shocked more than anything, but I just couldn’t stop thinking about it. And now... the more I’ve been having them, the more I—” Fluttershy paused, biting her lip and shivering. She glanced up at her birds again. “Maybe there’s something wrong with me?”

Her ears splayed as she listened to their songlike reply. “It’s not just that. I’ve felt this way about Pinkie Pie for the longest time, but I’ve just never told her because, well… because of how big she is when I have dreams about her. You’re right, though. Maybe… maybe I should talk to her about it.”

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Chapter 2 - A Direct Approach

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“And I’ve just been going out of my mind worrying about this ever since it started. I mean, like I said earlier, these dreams used to bother me, and now I wake up from them all wet and ready to… you know... But the stranger, weight-gain related things aside, the more I think about the way I am with her in those dreams… the way I touch her, and kiss her and—”

A shudder ran through Fluttershy as she reflected, impulsively biting her lip. Not unexpected, but she still found it rather embarrassing in the presence of another. Fluttershy cast her gaze to the floor, the weight of her shame in no way relieved by explaining herself. She looked up again, her lower lip slipping out from between her teeth.

“The thing is, I’ve definitely had thoughts like that before, but they were just thoughts. I never gave them much consideration… they were always there, though, and now that I’ve been having these dreams, I can’t stopthinking about her like that. So um… that’s about it, really. I didn’t know who else to talk to about this because it’s… well, it’s kind of embarrassing, but I know you won’t tell anypony.”

Her hoof clicked softly as she tapped it against the floor. “What do you think, though? This isn’t normal, is it?”

“Oh yes, dear, of course,” murmured Rarity.

Fluttershy lifted her head a little higher. “You really think so?”

Rarity’s sewing machine continued to rattle at full speed. “Mmhmm, absolutely.”

“Oh, thank goodness! I had no idea!” She heaved a sigh of relief, adopting a timid smile. “I thought maybe there was something wrong with me.”

“Most definitely,” Rarity replied, still staring down at the dancing needle. Without looking up, she levitated a muffin to her mouth and took several bites. Her mouth full, she added, “I completely agree.”

Fluttershy cocked an ear. “Rarity, did um… not to say that you aren’t a good listener, but… were you paying attention to anything I said?”

“Yes, yes, you’re very right.” Rarity polished off the rest of the muffin, daubing her lips with a napkin. Discouraged, Fluttershy turned and headed for the door. “Oh, you’re leaving? Yes, well, do come back soon! Hopefully I’ll have made some progress into these orders when you do.”

A jingle and a click punctuated Fluttershy’s departure from the Carousel Boutique. She slowly began to meander through town.

Rarity is just busy, she reassured herself. She didn’t mean anything by it. And I suppose this isn’t the end of the world. Having bizarre dreams isn’t going to hurt anypony. I just wish I could make sense of all of this.

Fluttershy continued to reflect, doing her best to stay out of everyone’s way as she moved down a crowded street. Well, I mean, if I break it down, it isn’t really all that complicated. I really enjoy helping my animal friends get ready for hibernation, because they get so soft and cuddly, but it was never sexual. Not until Pinkie Pie became a part of the equation. And I never seriously thought of Pinkie like that until I started having those dreams, for that matter.

Is it safe to ignore this? She chewed her lower lip as she weighed her options. Can I just pretend that I’m a normal pony?

The smell of frosting and freshly baked pastries filled her nose. Wait…

Fluttershy came to an abrupt stop when she realized that she had idly wandered right to Sugarcube Corner’s doorstep. She turned around, only to find herself face to face with Pinkie Pie herself. The jaws of anxiety snatched her up in an instant.

“Hiya Shy!” Pinkie flashed a bright smile, her mane bobbing as she came to a relative standstill. “Haven’t seen you around too much lately! You feeling okay?”

“I um… yes. I’m feeling just fine, thank you.” She forced a smile, but her ears splayed to the sides. “There’s just been a lot on my mind lately. I didn’t mean to avoid you. Wait, I didn’t mean it like—”

Pinkie’s eyes widened. “Avoid me?” All at once, her cheerful demeanor evaporated. She looked down at the ground, then back up at Fluttershy. “Aw, jeeze, did I do something wrong? I don’t remember doing anything wrong but I’m really, really sorry, for doing whatever it was that I did!”

“No, Pinkie, you—”

“Because you know I would never do something to hurt your feelings!” Pinkie lifted a rear hoof to scratch the back of her head. “You’re one of my absolute bestest friends and if I ever do anything that upsets you, please tell me right away so I can make sure I never ever do it again.”

Fluttershy shook her head, smiling in spite of her worry. “Pinkie, you didn’t do anything wrong.”

Pinkie’s mouth puckered into a perplexed pout. “Is it something I didn’t do, then?”

“Please, Pinkie. I’m not upset with you. There’s just been—” Fluttershy cleared her throat, a nervous chill running through her. “Well, there’s something I’ve been thinking about a lot lately… about us.”

“Us?”

Looking Pinkie in the eyes was getting increasingly difficult. Fluttershy lowered her head, glancing off to the side. “You and I— Well, more how I think I feel about you, really.”

With a tilt of her head, Pinkie asked, “Like, in a good way or a bad way?”

“I think it’s in a good way, but… well, I’m not completely sure if you’d be okay with it. You see, I—” Fluttershy bit her lower lip, feeling the heat of an intense blush spreading across her muzzle. “I kind of… well… every time I think about you lately, my heart just— I feel like I—”

“Ooooooh.” A few moments of awkward silence passed, and then Pinkie gasped. “Oh! Oh wow! Jeeze, Fluttershy, how long have you been keeping that from me?”

“Well, I, um… it’s not… I didn’t—” Fluttershy pawed at the ground, unsure of how to put her situation into words. More than anything, she wanted to bury her head in the dirt. “That is, until recently, I wasn’t aware of it myself, but… I didn’t know how to tell you.”

Pinkie took a few steps closer, and in a fleeting glimpse, Fluttershy saw that Pinkie was grinning from ear to ear. “If you’ve got a crush on me, you didn’t have to keep it a secret and you definitely didn’t have to avoid me, silly.”

Slowly, Fluttershy met Pinkie’s eager gaze. “Really?”

“I’ve actually thought about asking you out a few times, but I wasn’t sure if your barn door swung that way! But, I guess now I know the answer, huh?” Pinkie waggled her brows a bit, then widened her eyes. “So… now that all this is out in the open,” she batted her eyelashes, “you wanna, go out on a date with me maybe?”

Fluttershy’s heart leapt in her chest. “Well… I suppose that I—” She took a deep breath and swallowed. “Actually, yes. I would like to go out with you. Are um… are you’re free tonight? I can wait if—”

“I’m totally free tonight!” Pinkie pranced in place, kicking up a small cloud of dust. “Ooooh this is gonna be so much fun! Hey, do you want me to dress up fancy? Are you gonna dress up fancy?”

Fluttershy shook her head, a hint of a smile on her lips. “I don’t think we need to do that. Unless um… well, if that’s something you’d like.”

“Nah! Just askin’! We’ll save that stuff for later.” In the distance, the clock tower began to chime. Pinkie slowed down, quickly glancing over her withers. “Ah! Gotta get back to work! Come get me after sunset!”

“O-okay.” Fluttershy smiled a little wider, watching Pinkie dip back into the bakery, her excitement overwhelming her nervousness. “See you tonight!”

Still smiling, she let out a gentle sigh as she turned and started on her way home.

“Ooooooh my goodness.” She took one last look back at Sugarcube Corner, feeling another chill run down her spine. “What did I just get myself into?”

o*O*o

Fluttershy spent the next several hours pacing around her bedroom, her neurotic motions broken up by fits of preparation for the date to come. Her rabbit sat back and watched, his brow knitted with concern.

“It just happened so fast! And when she told me that she had wanted to ask me out… what could I say? I mean… I’m not trying to use her, right, Angel?” Angel nodded, and Fluttershy returned her gaze to her reflection in the mirror, guiding a brush through her mane. “I’m just going out for the evening with her. That’s something friends do, right? They have dinner together.”

The brush handle slipped out from between her hooves, suspended in her hair by the teeth. She looked to his reflection again. “I mean… yes, she’s very pretty, and I really like her an awful lot. I know that I definitely feel something toward her, but… well, I’ve never dated another mare before.”

Angel shrugged. Fluttershy took the handle between her hooves and resumed her grooming. “And will there ever really be an appropriate time to explain those dreams to her? That I get hot and bothered when I have dreams about her getting really fat? That’s not really something somepony can just say! She’ll think I’m crazy!

“I’ll just have to keep that to myself. It isn’t normal, and I don’t want to ruin my relationship with Pinkie Pie.” She nodded to her reflection and set the brush down. “Well, this is it, I guess.” She took a deep breath, strengthening her resolve. “Wish me luck, Angel.”

A lovely orange glow flooded the horizon as Fluttershy stepped out into the sunset, the first few stars twinkling in the coming twilight. By the time she reached Ponyville, the sun had become little more than a fading aura. A swirl of starlight glimmered overhead, scattered across the deep violet sky. Fluttershy tried her hardest to swallow her anxiety as the silhouette of Sugarcube Corner came into view. Pinkie Pie was waiting as patiently as she could at the front door, but the very instant she met Fluttershy’s gaze, she abandoned her post and rushed to greet her.

“Soooooo, what’s the plan?” Pinkie cheerfully inquired.

“Well, I figured we would get dinner and see a movie.” Fluttershy smiled meekly. “So… nothing special, really. Does that sound okay to you?”

Pinkie gave a quick series of nods. “It’s more than okay! ‘Course, I’m a dumb-dumb and I already ate dinner, but I don’t mind eating dinner again.”

Fluttershy felt an unfamiliar surge of glee welling up in her chest at the thought of Pinkie eating two dinners, but she kept a straight face and managed a nod. “As long as you’re sure,” she murmured. “Where would you like to eat, then?”

“Oh, you know me! I’m not picky!”

Very infrequently did Fluttershy eat meals she hadn’t prepared herself. For this reason, she felt rather clueless as she led Pinkie through the streets of Ponyville, trying to find a restaurant that Rarity had once recommended.

Less than five minutes after bashfully asking Pinkie for help, they had not only located the place, but were seated and browsing the menu. Fluttershy felt helpless as she looked through the list of entrées, sides and desserts. All around her were ponies that seemed to know exactly what they wanted, calmly chatting with their friends and loved ones. She cast a glance to Pinkie, who had her nose buried in the menu, her eyes darting excitedly. Pinkie’s gaze centered on Fluttershy before Fluttershy could hide behind her menu again.

“Do you know what you wanna get?”

“Probably just a salad,” Fluttershy said with a little shrug.

“You can eat a salad any time, Shy!” Pinkie let her menu flop onto the table, propping her head up with her hooves. “We’re in a fancy-pants restaurant here! Don’t you wanna try something new? Something different?” She donned a goofy grin. “Maybe even something a little weird?”

“What if I don’t like it?” Fluttershy lowered her head, peering over the top of her menu. “I wouldn’t want somepony to go through all that trouble for me if I don’t like what I ordered.”

Pinkie cocked a brow, still grinning. “I’m sure they won’t mind. And hey, you’ll never know if you never try in the first place!”

Fluttershy felt a sudden rush of confidence. She folded her menu and nodded. “Okay, you’re right. What are you getting then?”

“Me?” Pinkie leaned back in her chair until the chair tipped up on its hind legs. “When I eat out, I like to get a little of everything! I like a whoooole lot of different stuff, but I also like trying new things, too!”

“So you order a sample plate, then?”

A snorting giggle was Pinkie’s initial response. “No, silly! I order like, seven or eight different things!”

“Oh my…” Fluttershy swallowed quietly, her eyes widening. “Y-you really eat all of that?”

“Most of it! I mean, I still end up with some leftovers, but like you said, I don’t want any food going unappreciated!” Pinkie’s grin became a sweet smile as she leaned forward. “You wanna share with me?”

“J-just a little bit.” Fluttershy stifled a shiver, but her tail flicked involuntarily. “I wouldn’t want to deprive you of anything.”

“Aww, don’t you worry about me.” Pinkie let the chair rattle back to the floor, putting her hooves at the base of her neck. “I wouldn’t have offered if I wanted it all to myself.” She jabbed one hoof toward Fluttershy. “I get first dibs on the fried green tomatoes and mozzarella, though!”

The waitress stopped by moments later, spending far more time taking Pinkie Pie’s order than Fluttershy’s. As the waitress stepped away, seeming just a little bewildered, Pinkie leaned closer to Fluttershy’s side of the table.

“So, when did you figure out that you had a thing for me?”

Fluttershy froze for a moment, explicit thoughts and vivid memories of her dreams flashing at the forefront of her mind. She took a deep breath, quelling another shiver.

“A little more than a month ago, I think. I just thought about how I felt about you one day and it just kind of—” She glanced down at the table, blushing and struggling to subdue the feeling of embarrassment. “You know… it clicked. I mean, I’ve known you for so long, and I really like spending time with you… well, I like spending time with all my friends, but I’ve always felt something a little… different toward you. I just never put two and two together until recently, I guess.”

Fluttershy lifted her gaze, smiling sheepishly across the table. “Does that make sense?”

“Mmhmm. I know exactly what you mean. I always felt it too, which is why I thought about asking you out, but I’ve only ever heard about you dating boys, so I said, Pinkie Pie, don’t push your luck, Fluttershy is a very good friend and you should be happy enough with that!”

Pinkie rested her head on her forehooves again, lidding her eyes as she smiled. “But I’m really, really super happy that you feel the same way about me. I’ve always admired you. You have this really gentle, natural kind of pretty, like a wildflower or something, and when the wind catches your mane just right, I—” This time, it was Pinkie Pie who went from cheerful to flushed in seconds. She forced a nervous laugh, squirming in her seat. “Sorry! Sorry. I’m just running my mouth. I’m sure you don’t want to hear me fawning over you all night like a little filly!”

“I… really love looking into your eyes.” As Fluttershy said this, Pinkie went very still. “They’re always so bright, and full of energy, just like you.” Fluttershy hid her muzzle behind a forehoof, glancing to the side. “And I like it when your curls kind of hang over your eyes, not enough to hide them, but just enough to really make them stand out.”

When Fluttershy looked back across the table, Pinkie was positively glowing. Apparently and amazingly at a loss for words, Pinkie reached toward her, letting her foreleg rest against the tablecloth. Fluttershy joined her, their fetlocks entwining. She gazed deep into Pinkie’s eyes until the waitress brought her back to reality by setting a bowl full of salad on her side of the table.

“Alright,” Pinkie exclaimed with a grin, slowly breaking her grasp and retracting her hoof. “Thank you so-so-so much!”

Three heaping plates and one bowl crowded Pinkie’s side of the table. They all exuded rolling clouds of steam that, from where Fluttershy sat, smelled absolutely amazing. The way the aromas mingled, it was difficult to pick any one particular ingredient out of the lot. There were hints of deep fried, sautéed, sweet and spicy all in one place. She glanced to the waitress again as three more plates were balanced across a foldout stand that the waitress had brought with her, placed well within reach of Pinkie. Pinkie thanked their waitress again, and then began to ravenously destroy the mouth watering landscape spread before her.

Fluttershy just watched, spellbound, as Pinkie cleared one plate in less than a minute, licking her lips clean before shoving her muzzle into the next one. Several other customers looked their way as Pinkie made all sorts of noises while devouring her food. While Fluttershy found the display to be endearing, it was clear that they did not share her enthusiasm. Ordinarily, all the attention Pinkie was drawing their way might leave Fluttershy feeling mortified. Instead, she felt a stirring of arousal intense enough that she was able to completely ignore any sense of embarrassment. Cautiously, she picked up a fork in the crook of her fetlock and reached toward the culinary massacre, retrieving a few slices of carrot coated in a dark amber glaze, and some of the white rice beneath it. She immediately recognized the smell of curry as she brought it to her lips, uttering a soft murmur of approval as the taste spread over her tongue.

Shortly after getting a taste, the curry vanished into Pinkie’s maw, and she briefly paused after swallowing. Her cheeks puffed out as she attempted to muffle a low, rolling belch, flashing a quick glance to Fluttershy. Fluttershy giggled quietly and arched a brow.

Pinkie rubbed the corner of her mouth with her fetlock. “Sorry!”

“Sorry for what?” Fluttershy asked, casually spearing several leaves of lettuce and a cucumber.

“Oh! Nevermind, I guess!”

Pinkie Pie resumed her assault, rooting through what Fluttershy assumed to be some sort of stir-fry. In the time it had taken Fluttershy to eat half of her salad, Pinkie was nearing the end of the spread on the table. She made short work of the contents of the bowl, slurping it all down and stifling another burp. As she turned her attention to the foldout stand, however, her expression went blank, and she hesitated. Fluttershy couldn’t see clearly from her side of the table, but Pinkie seemed to be resting her forehooves on her stomach. Another low belch worked its way out of her, followed by a soft grunt.

“Pinkie?” Fluttershy began, “Are you alright?”

“Mmh?” She turned her attention toward Fluttershy, adopting a gentle smile. “Oh, yeah, I’m alright. Just letting my tummy settle a little.” Her smile became a grin, and she moved her hoof as though giving her belly a pat. Fluttershy squirmed in her seat. “I usually don’t eat quite this much. I mean, I still eat a lot, but never one meal right after another!”

“I used to think that you just ate all day, really.” Fluttershy briefly dwelled in that thought, then quickly added, “Not to say that all you do is eat. No offense.”

“Well I do, and I love eating, so none taken!” Pinkie leaned back in her chair, her grin a lazy, contented one. “But it’s just a snack here and there, and I’m never in one place for very long so I burn it all off.” She covered her muzzle with a forehoof as she burped again. “That’s one of the reasons why I try to stay so active.”

A spark of mischief flickered in Fluttershy’s mind as she swallowed another mouthful of greens. “Really? I just assumed you had a very good metabolism.”

Pinkie broke into a giggle fit. “Oh, I wish! I exercise whenever I can! It’s kinda a habit at this point; balances out the snacking. Sometimes I go for jogs with Rarity if I see her passing by.” She gave her food another glance, then exhaled a long sigh. The moment she began speaking, Fluttershy realized she was doing a Rarity impression. “I suppose I’ll have to spend aaaall of tomorrow morning doing my cardiovascular exercises to make up for tonight’s indulgence. How positively dreadful!”

Fluttershy giggled as Pinkie did a little nod of a bow. “I stopped by to see her today, actually.” Fluttershy thought back to her one sided conversation, deciding to keep her description short. “She was so busy that I don’t think she really noticed I was there.”

“Yeah, I guess she has a huge list of orders to go through?” Pinkie smiled as Fluttershy nodded in agreement. “That’s probably why I haven’t seen her jogging lately; she just doesn’t have the time. I don’t think she’s even leaving to get food. If it weren’t for Spike bringing her things from Sugarcube Corner, she’d probaby starve!” Pinkie briefly paused to chuckle. “Poor little guy, he’s totally head over heels for her.”

Fluttershy nodded, munching on and swallowing a small radish. “I’m really glad that this happened, by the way. I feel a lot better now that you know, and, well… knowing that you feel the same way.” She smiled. “It’s nice.”

With a cock of an ear and smirk, Pinkie Pie murmured, “Just nice, huh?”

Fluttershy furrowed her brow. “I mean, it’s more than just nice! It’s—”

“It’s okay! I was only teasing you.” She sat forward, smiling. “It’s very nice, and I’m very glad that you bumped into me today. I don’t think I’m going to be able to finish this right now, though. My eyes were waaaaaay bigger than my stomach. Blehhh.” She let her tongue loll, getting another giggle from Fluttershy. “I don’t think I can do dessert either. Do you want any dessert? I can pretend to eat it with you or something.”

“Oh, no, that’s fine.” Fluttershy gestured to her nearly empty bowl. “This was more than enough for me.”

“Alright.” Pinkie shifted in her chair, presumably to get more comfortable. “So what movie are we gonna see?”

The last mouthful of salad gave a satisfying crunch between Fluttershy’s teeth. She gulped it down, then put a hoof to her chin in thought. “Well, um… nothing scary, if that’s okay with you. I like comedies, usually. Do you like comedies?” Pinkie opened her mouth to say something, but Fluttershy snickered and shook her head. “Yes, I know, silly question.”

“Actually, I was going to say that I pegged you for more of the mushy-smoochy-romancey sort!” Grinning, Pinkie quickly added, “Also, yes, I was going to tell you that you’re a silly pegasus for asking me if I like comedies.”

Fluttershy smirked. “Oh, well, I like those too. Don’t you?”

“Yeaaaah,” Pinkie said with a happy sigh, “guilty as charged. I used to think up all kinds of ways to tell you how I felt about you. Most ponies don’t know it, but I can get pretty darn sappy if I’m not careful.”

“I don’t mind,” said Fluttershy, giving Pinkie a lidded gaze. “That makes two of us.”

“Oh yuck!” Pinkie wrinkled her nose and stuck out her tongue. “We’ll be a terror to everypony around us!”

Fluttershy snorted out a laugh, and Pinkie joined in, giggling madly until Fluttershy felt tears come to her eyes. She sighed happily and reached across the table again, holding Pinkie’s hoof against hers.

At the sight of their waitress, however, Pinkie yanked her hoof away and proceeded to wave her forelegs excitedly. Fluttershy’s ears folded back in shock.

“Oh! Oh! Check please! We would like the check! Ready to pay the bill over here! Also I’ll need some take-home containers! Don’t forget the check, though! Thank yoooou!” Pinkie let her leg rest on the table again once the startled waitress ducked back into the kitchen. She smiled and reached for Fluttershy’s retracted forehoof. “Sorry. Also there’s no way I’m letting you pay for all this. I asked you out, so I’m taking care of the bill!”

As Fluttershy made a rough guess of just how much Pinkie’s half of the meal must have cost, she found that to be relieving. Fluttershy held Pinkie’s hoof again, nodding. “Well, if you say so,” she quietly agreed. “Thank you very much.”

Pinkie cocked her head to one side. “Hey, you don’t gotta thank me! This is a date!”

“Okay, but I insist on paying the tip.” Fluttershy squeezed the back of Pinkie’s hoof, smiling. “And I’m not backing down from that.”

“Fiiiiine,” Pinkie sighed, rolling her eyes and grinning.

A bill and a few styrofoam containers were deposited at the table moments later. Pinkie made short work of the transfer, tipping her plates up and just scraping them into the styrofoam.

“Just gotta pay this and then we’re all set!”

Fluttershy nodded, her hooves clicking softly against the floor as she slid out of her seat. The shift back to all fours was much slower for Pinkie Pie, however. The curls of her mane bobbed as she wiggled out of her seat, uttering a soft grunt as her posture returned to that of a quadruped. She belched once she was on her hooves, maybe a bit louder than she had intended, judging by the blush on her cheeks. Fluttershy flashed a reassuring smile and stepped around to Pinkie’s side of the table, then promptly froze.

Were Fluttershy unaware of the rather obscene amount of food Pinkie had just recently consumed, Fluttershy realized she might easily mistake her date for a pregnant mare. Certainly not a mare at full term, but Pinkie’s belly had become swollen and rounded. An audible gurgle reached Fluttershy’s ears as Pinkie idly lifted a hoof to her stomach, rubbing in a slow circle. Fluttershy felt an overwhelming urge to coax Pinkie to lie down, just so that she might knead and kiss Pinkie’s tummy as it turned calories to cushion. She caught herself gawking around the same time Pinkie did.

The bloated mare cocked a brow and tilted her head. “You okay, Shy?”

Fluttershy managed a tiny nod and quickly said, “Oh, yes, I was just thinking.”

“Whatcha’ thinkin’ about?”

“Um…” Panic briefly seized Fluttershy. Telling Pinkie that she had been admiring her food baby was out of the question. “I was… thinking about what movies are playing right now.”

“Oh!” Pinkie nodded eagerly. “Yeah, I heard there are some really funny ones!”

Pinkie Pie stepped away from the table, and Fluttershy bit her lip to swallow a tiny whimper. Pinkie’s sides had filled out around the sheer volume of food packed within. If her belly were any bigger, Fluttershy was positive that it would be swaying with her movements. Fluttershy followed just far enough behind to watch Pinkie’s haunches as she slowly made her way to the front desk, mesmerized by the shifting of her hips and the swish of her tail. Fluttershy managed to rein in her lingering gaze as Pinkie paid the bill, flashing a smile as Pinkie glanced back at her.

“Ooookie-dokie! Ready when you are!”

o*O*o

Chapter 3 - Quite an Evening

o*O*o

“Well,” Pinkie Pie softly began, “I guess this is goodnight. I had a really, really great time. Sorry again about the movie.”

“Oh, Pinkie… it’s okay, really.” Fluttershy paused as Pinkie’s whole body jolted with a hiccup. They both giggled quietly, drifting a little closer to one another. “I’m glad that you had a good time. I’d like to do this again soon, if that’s okay with you.”

“Do you even need to ask, silly?” Pinkie let her eyelids descend, lifting her muzzle just slightly. Her tail flicked as she pursed her lips.

For a moment, Fluttershy reflected on how this situation had come to pass. After dinner, everything leading up to this moment had seemed like a blur, and only now was the fog clearing from her memory.

She recalled walking with Pinkie Pie from the restaurant to the movie theater, leftovers in tow, and she remembered settling in to watch the film. Pinkie had bought an enormous tub of a soda, and evidently that had been far more interesting to Fluttershy than the movie itself. She could barely remember what it had been about. What she did remember was the way Pinkie eagerly gulped the syrupy stuff down while she finished off her leftovers, emptying the massive cup before the movie was even halfway over.

Somewhere amid a series barely muffled belches, Pinkie had asked Fluttershy to get her a refill, to which Fluttershy happily obliged. Fluttershy remembered that it was during the second round of soda that Pinkie developed a severe case of hiccups, her belly outright sloshing each time she jerked in her seat. Fluttershy also recalled it being her suggestion that they step out early, on the oft chance that fresh air and movement would help Pinkie remedy the situation.

It had been an excuse, of course; anything to see Pinkie in motion after her binge. It was a small miracle that she had been able to contain her glee when they stepped out of the theater. She saw that Pinkie Pie had gorged herself so obscenely her middle had acquired a notable amount of sway. Fluttershy said nothing, silently admiring Pinkie in all her gluttonous splendor.

Pinkie seemed in no way uncomfortable with her engorged middle, even if she was bloated to the point that it had begun to affect her gait. Similarly, it was Pinkie’s suggestion that she walk Fluttershy home. The Cakes, Pinkie explained, had requested that Pinkie not bring any guests home this particular evening. No convincing was necessary, and they set out for the cottage. Somewhere between Ponyville and Fluttershy’s home, their conversation had gone from casual to intimate.

And now, they were standing at her front door, with Pinkie Pie offering her a kiss.

The anxiety she felt was brief. Any fears of going too far, or somehow spoiling the moment—the doubts about her intentions—all gone as she took a deep, slow breath through her nose, and leaned in to return the gesture.

Their lips met, and her heart fluttered in her breast, her mind positively buzzing. It’s really happening, she told herself, squirming pleasantly. Impulsively, Fluttershy’s wings began to unfold, her feathers ruffling. Pinkie started to pull away as she hiccupped again, but Fluttershy threw a foreleg around the back of her neck and pulled her closer, wordlessly insisting that she stay. A happy purr of a groan rolled up from Pinkie’s throat in response, putting a foreleg on Fluttershy’s withers and squeezing. With their chests pressed so close, she could feel Pinkie’s heart racing.

The warmth and wetness of Pinkie’s tongue against Fluttershy’s lips coaxed a shiver from her. She opened up and accepted Pinkie’s invitation. Eagerness pulled her in just a little too swiftly, however, and their teeth gently collided. Embarassed, Fluttershy began to pull away. It was Pinkie who held her in place this time, tickling the underside of Fluttershy’s tongue with the tip of her own. It was impossible for Fluttershy to relax, given the circumstances, but the tension left her, and she fully surrendered to the embrace.

With chests still heaving and cheeks still burning, the kiss slowly devolved from the rolling of tongues to the pressing of lips, petering out into gentle pecks on the nose, chin, and neck. A short span of not-quite-awkward silence came over them as Fluttershy gazed deep into Pinkie’s eyes, sharing her smile.

“Hey, my hiccups are gone!” Pinkie’s exclamation was punctuated with a hiccup, and she briefly adopted a scowl. “Nuts, I jinxed it.” Her smile returned as she shrugged. “Oh well! Goodnight, Shy!”

Fluttershy bit her lip as Pinkie turned away, her belly swaying with every step. “Oh, um, Pinkie, you don’t have to—” Pinkie paused, glancing back at her. “I mean, would you like to come inside?”

Pinkie stood in profile for a moment, her middle settling as she briefly looked to the soft glow of Ponyville. “Are you sure?” She furrowed her brow when she returned Fluttershy’s gaze, wearing a nervous smile. “I mean, it’s late, and I’m really full –hic– and if I sit down I might not want to get up again, and then I’ll want to spend the night and I don’t want you to feel pressured or anything because –hic– this is just the first date and it’s not that I don’t like you because I really, really like you a whole lot—”

Pinkie made a soft, muffled sound as Fluttershy brought her into another kiss. She was blushing when Fluttershy opened her eyes.

“I just invited you in, that’s all. Whatever happens after that, well…” Fluttershy glanced away, a bashful smile on her lips. “Let’s not worry about anything else until it comes up, okay?”

A little nod was Pinkie’s response, smiling as she slowly followed Fluttershy into her cottage.

Angel had left a candle flickering in the window, but the other animals were already fast asleep. He peered up from his spot on the couch, blinking blearily at the pair of them. After a few moments, he looked to Fluttershy, then to Pinkie Pie, and then back again, his brow cocked. Fluttershy offered a sheepish smile and a shrug, then started toward the stairs.

At a whisper, Fluttershy suggested, “I don’t want to wake anyone. We should probably head up to my room.”

“Sure,” Pinkie softly replied.

The stairs creaked dryly under their hooves. On the way up, Fluttershy asked herself, was she trying to politely turn me down before this got too intense? A fluttering feeling welled up in Fluttershy’s chest the higher they climbed, swallowing as she caught sight of her bedroom. I mean, she did ask… she said she didn’t want me to feel pressured into anything. Fluttershy glanced back at Pinkie, a smile on Pinkie’s lips as Fluttershy met her gaze, followed by a muffled hiccup. Fluttershy found herself drawn to Pinkie’s distended belly as it bounced and swayed between her legs.

She waited near the doorway, lighting a lantern, and then watching as Pinkie slowly made her way around the room. A very comfortable chair occupied the corner next to the wardrobe, but Pinkie walked right past it, her gaze idly sweeping over her surroundings.

Is this an unspoken kind of thing? I mean, if she didn’t want to be here, she certainly wouldn’t have followed me up to my bedroom. Oh, but what if I’m wrong? What if she has no clue? She can’t be that naive! She kissed me just a little while ago! Fluttershy idly pawed at the floor as she debated with herself, following Pinkie with her eyes. I… I should ask. Just to make sure. But how do I ask a question like that? I don’t want to seem blunt! What if she thinks I only asked her out to have sex with her? Well, actually, she asked me out, so… still, I don’t want her to think that—

Fluttershy’s train of thought was derailed as, without warning, Pinkie grunted and pulled herself right up onto the bed. Her eyes were half closed as she donned a mischevious grin, the lewdness in her stare becoming unmistakable. Still leering, she reared up and sprawled onto her back, bouncing several times before coming to a rest with her head against a pillow. The rolling slosh of her belly made Fluttershy shudder.

“Your bed is soooooo comfy.”

Pinkie Pie brought her hooves to her neck, right under her chin, and then slowly moved them down, over her chest, over the gurgling swell of her stomach, and right between her hind legs. Pinkie let her hooves settle on the perky bumps of her teats and opened her mouth to speak. Instead of words, her whole body jolted as she simultaneously burped and hiccupped. The pink of her face flushed bright red almost instantly.

“Guhhh.” Pinkie adopted a scowl and puffed out her cheeks. “I’m not very good at this sultry thing, am I?”

The splayed mare relaxed as Fluttershy giggled softly, trotting up to the bed and meeting her gaze. “It’s okay,” Fluttershy whispered. “I actually might know of a way to help you get rid of those, even if I do think they’re cute.”

Pinkie folded her forelegs over her chest and wrinkled her nose, her scowl becoming playful. “You think everything I do is –hic– cute.”

Fluttershy slowly crawled onto the bed, her wings fully extended as she prowled around until Pinkie’s hind legs rested on either side of her. There was a brief pause as she looked into Pinkie’s eyes again, hoping for some sort of confirmation.

Shivers ran down her spine as Pinkie nodded slowly, smiling. Her reservations vanquished, Fluttershy eagerly nuzzled into Pinkie’s udders, exhaling a slow, hot breath across her nipples. Pinkie to let out a shrill, shuddering gasp in response. Just below the swells of her breasts, Fluttershy glimpsed the glistening lips of Pinkie’s cunt. A wonderfully musky, feminine smell greeted her as she inhaled slowly through her nose, exhaling across her tongue as she brought it to one of Pinkie’s teats. Pinkie hiccupped mid moan, squirming, lifting her hooves and pushing Fluttershy’s head down just a little further.

Pinkie’s udder yielded to Fluttershy’s lips, her flesh soft and supple, but her nipple was rigid with anticipation. Fluttershy slowly sealed her lips around it, biting down just hard enough to give a little pull, and Pinkie moaned a little louder, arching her back and pushing her tits up against Fluttershy’s muzzle. When she switched teats, her tongue glided across the valley of Pinkie’s cleavage during the transition. The tip of her hoof filled the absence left by her mouth, rubbing in against Pinkie’s slick breast and kneading in a slow, gentle circle, occasionally breaking orbit to push Pinkie’s exposed nipple one way or the other.

Under Fluttershy’s delicate touch, Pinkie Pie became a whimpering, gasping heap. She could practically feel the heat radiating from Pinkie’s nethers, and Pinkie squirmed with need, whispering pleas for more. Fluttershy took a long, slow breath through her nose, brushed back her mane, and decided she had kept Pinkie waiting long enough.

Pinkie closed her hind legs around the back of Fluttershy’s head the very instant Fluttershy’s tongue made contact with her slick folds, rubbing her forehooves through Fluttershy’s mane and over her ears. The sounds Pinkie made, as Fluttershy’s tongue delved in for a second and third pass, were intense enough to make Fluttershy groan.

The smell of a mare in heat was familiar enough to Fluttershy, but the taste was entirely new to her; bitter, but not oppressively so, with a sweet undertone. Not as sugary as she had fantasized, but that hardly mattered to her now.

What did matter was that Fluttershy could feel Pinkie tensing under the delicate pressure of her tongue, trembling hooves cradling her head and grinding into her mane as she bathed Pinkie’s tender pearl in saliva. And, of course, she could see Pinkie’s swollen middle quivering like a water balloon, gurgling and groaning as Pinkie went through such intense spasms of pleasure in the midst of digestion. More often than not, Pinkie cries of bliss were interrupted by hiccups. Pinkie hardly seemed to care anymore, lost in the moment; a fact which brought Fluttershy a great deal of satisfaction.

Her tongue slipped a little lower, and her muzzle followed, spreading Pinkie wider as she began to lap deeper into Pinkie’s sex. The taste of Pinkie’s nectar became nearly overwhelming, but Fluttershy found herself wanting more. She made broader strokes with the full width of her tongue until her jaw began to ache, panting out in hot bursts through her nose.

Pinkie twitched, then began to full-on tremble, her murmurings becoming unintelligible. She convulsed again, her forehooves falling away as Fluttershy heard her head hit the pillow. Her hind legs, on the other hoof, squeezed her even tighter.

“Fluh-Fluttershy,” she breathlessly moaned after several attempts.

Fluttershy already knew what Pinkie was going to say. She dragged her tongue back from the depths, slathering a thick mixture of cum and saliva over Pinkie’s clit.

“Sooo close!” Just before losing her coherency again, Pinkie squealed something along the lines of, “Don’t stop!”

Fluttershy ignored the ache in her jaw, pouring all her effort into making her tongue dance circles around that tender bulb. Milky juices trickled out over her lower lip as Pinkie Pie arched her back, just about thrusting herself against Fluttershy’s face as she reached her apex. Several short, shrill whines reverberated through the tiny bedroom as she positively gushed, punctuating with one long, happy whimper as her whole body flopped back against the mattress.

A chill ran through Fluttershy. She exhaled a happy sigh, spending a moment drinking in the fruits of her labor and basking in the aroma of the spent mare before her. Something about the whole affair made her feel naughty, but that feeling only made her even more aroused. Her nethers pulsed, yearning for a hoof, or a tongue, or a cock; anything to satisfy the blazing passion between her haunches.

Slowly, Fluttershy lifted herself away from the sticky mess between Pinkie’s hind legs, peering at her over the swell of her middle. Pinkie smiled as Fluttershy met her gaze, lifting her forelegs toward Fluttershy. She pulled herself around to Pinkie’s side, nuzzling into Pinkie’s breast as she was embraced. Pinkie was already calming down, but Fluttershy could still feel the excited beat of Pinkie’s heart. A little lower than that, the gurgling of Pinkie’s overstuffed middle.

She glanced away, biting her lower lip as she wondered, But is it too much of me to ask her to return the favor?

“Was that your first time?” Pinkie asked, her tone gentle, but hardly tired.

Fluttershy tilted her head. “My first… oh, no, not really.” She splayed her ears, somehow embarrassed by the question. “I mean, I don’t exactly sleep around, but—”

“I mean with another girl, silly.” Pinkie shook her head, giggling.

“Oh. Yes. Yes it was.” She nuzzled in a little closer, glancing up at Pinkie. “Did I do alright?”

Pinkie cocked a brow. “Did I gush like a fire hydrant?” There was a blink of a pause, and Pinkie added, “By the way, I’m kind of a squirter. Probably should have mentioned that.”

Fluttershy smiled and said, “You’re um… very loud, too. But I don’t mind that either.”

“Yeaaaah, well,” Pinkie grinned and shrugged, “you know.”

They shared a gentle laugh, then went back to quietly cuddling.

At the risk of seeming a little too obvious, Fluttershy rested a hoof on Pinkie’s belly. It was definitely firm, packed to what Fluttershy could only assume was Pinkie’s limit, but there was a degree of give. An occasional rumble sent vibrations through the pink dome, causing Fluttershy to squirm. She dared not knead, or even rub, for fear of drawing attention to her bizarre obsession. However, Pinkie inadvertently made things even more awkward for her.

“You know, I don’t say this often, but I think I overdid it a little on the food.” A low growl rumbled out of Pinkie’s belly, and she laughed, stroking over the other side of her swollen stomach. “Just a teensy weensy bit.”

“Do you have a tummy ache?” Fluttershy asked, without moving her hoof.

“I don’t really get tummy aches from eating too much.” Pinkie pushed her hoof a little deeper into her side, another gurgle rising from her flesh. “My tummy gets really sensitive when I do eat this much, though. It’s kinda weird.”

Fluttershy struggled to maintain her composure. “Sensitive how?”

Pinkie let her hoof recede, sliding it over the curve of her side and toward the center of her belly. At the same time, she brought up her hind legs, lifting her gurgling, sloshing tummy with them, and somehow making her middle seem even rounder in the process.

“Like, tingly and warm.” Pinkie gave herself a little pat, a few ripples flowing away from her hoof and fading into her flesh. She laughed, but it was soft and gentle; almost teasingly so. “I kinda like playing with my tummy when it’s like this. It’s like a big, sloshy balloon.”

Fluttershy clenched her teeth as she felt her face burning beet red. “Y-yeah.” She attempted to distract herself by focusing on Pinkie’s eyes, where the flickering light reflected beautifully.

“But I bet all this makes me sound pretty weird, huh?” Pinkie asked with a cocked brow and a smirk.

“Oh, not at all!” Fluttershy smiled nervously after her outburst. With measured calmness, she added, “Things like this are what make you Pinkie Pie.” She gingerly slid her hoof across Pinkie’s belly, smiling as she felt Pinkie’s hoof against hers. “I wouldn’t have you any other way.”

“Think you could give me a tummy rub, then?” Pinkie closed her eyes, easing her hind legs and forehoof away from her belly to give Fluttershy full access. “That would feel totally terrific right about now.”

Fluttershy felt her breath catch in her throat, eyes wide as saucers. “Oh! Um… I—” Does she know, she frantically asked herself. Was I too obvious? Did Angel tell her? In spite of her panic, Fluttershy managed to whisper, “Okay.”

Rubbing a slow and delicate circle around Pinkie’s bloated stomach was enough to satisfy her yearning. Her hoof moved with the speed of cooling lava, cautious of how much enthusiasm she put into the action.

After a few moments, she murmured, “L-like this?”

Pinkie snickered quietly. “You can rub a little harder than that, Shy.” She shifted her weight, making her tummy roll and quiver under Fluttershy’s hoof. “And I don’t wanna sound pushy but could you use both hooves, too?”

Fluttershy nodded slightly, too stunned and thrilled to form words. She pushed herself up and sat back on her haunches, leaning over Pinkie’s distended middle. All at once, her mouth felt very dry. She swallowed, gave Pinkie a quick, sideways glance, and then gently set her forehooves on Pinkie’s belly. More than anything, she wanted to kiss and nuzzle right into the fuzzy pink swell under her hooves, but she exercised restraint. Her hooves moved in tandem, tenderly sliding around, pressing just hard enough to enjoy the feeling of Pinkie’s bloated, gurgling stomach pushing back.

“Juuuust like that,” Pinkie whispered.

As the rubbing continued, she couldn’t help but imagine how soft Pinkie would feel if the roundness of her tummy were flesh and not merely food. Impulsively, she began to knead, one hoof after the other. Not long after that, Pinkie groaned quietly and arched her back.

Fluttershy sighed happily, her thoughts wandering. She imagined what it would be like if Pinkie were so full on a regular basis, always in need of somepony to caress her swollen stomach, her body softening day by day as all the calories added up. She was jolted back to reality as she felt Pinkie’s hooves rest on top of her own, squishing them down into her belly.

“That felt terrific. Thank you so much.” Grinning mischievously, Pinkie added, “Now, normally, I would have been on top of you all sixty-nine like, but I’m not feeling as nimble as I usually do ‘cause I made a little piggy of myself tonight. I mean, you could have just lie on your back like I did, but I didn’t want to smother you or anything just to do a little mutual bit-licking.”

Fluttershy bit her lip and nodded silently.

“And I didn’t want to stop you while you were so into it to tell you to get on top of me so that I could eat you out while you eat me out, so, I’m sorry for leaving you hanging like that.” Pinkie’s grin faded to a cheerful smile as she closed her eyes. “Anyway, if you could just kinda straddle my face, that would be pretty great.”

Several moments passed, during which she very nearly declined the offer. When she finally took a breath to speak, she realized how stupid she would be to do so. Finally, Fluttershy nodded, smiling bashfully, but eagerly.

“Oh I— I don’t think you’re big enough to smother me, Pinkie. You’d have to be huge before—” She cleared her throat as Pinkie smirked and raised a brow. “I mean… you can still get on top of me, if that’s easier for you.”

Pinkie Pie snickered and shook her head. “Not like this it’s not. I’m one stuffed pony.”

“That’s okay.” Fluttershy nodded and smiled, mildly disappointed, but understanding of Pinkie’s reluctance. “Do you want me facing you or facing away from you?”

Pinkie giggled and cocked her head. “You’re the one getting your coochie licked, Shy.”

Fluttershy could feel her cheeks burning as she quickly looked away. “Right. Well… um… you’re still pretty full, I’d say, so I don’t want to lean back against your stomach and make you uncomfortable.”

Nodding to herself, Fluttershy slipped her legs back under her body and pushing herself onto her hooves. The mattress squeaked as she carefully turned around, then slipped a fore and hind leg over Pinkie. Pinkie was grinning from ear to ear when Fluttershy glanced back at her, lifting her forelegs and resting her hooves on Fluttershy’s rump. A breathy pant rolled past Fluttershy’s lips as she leaned back into those hooves, putting her weight on her hind legs. She lifted her tail up and out of the way, and as she did so, she could feel the hair sliding along Pinkie’s left foreleg.

The sound of Pinkie’s laughter made her ears twitch. “Ooh, that tickles!”

Fluttershy flashed an anxious smile. “Sorry.”

“That’s okay.” Feeling Pinkie’s lips against her rump made her shiver. “Are you ready?”

“Yes,” she breathed.

Sitting back, she had a perfect view of Pinkie’s belly. No sooner had she realized this did she feel a warm breath against her dripping slit, followed by the gentle motion of a tongue. Even knowing that Pinkie was going to be back there, the suddenness of it caught her off guard. She realized Pinkie must have felt her tense up as well, because Pinkie paused.

“I’m okay!” Fluttershy blurted out, glad that Pinkie couldn’t see her embarrassment. “Sorry, didn’t mean to worry you.”

Pinkie said nothing, whispering a soft, breathy giggle that made Fluttershy dig her hind hooves into the mattress. She was ready for the next pass, or at least as ready as she was going to be. The wet petal of Pinkie’s tongue slipped between her folds with care and precision, drawing out Fluttershy’s clit with a curl of her tongue. She felt Pinkie pursing her lips, kissing her blushing folds, rubbing her bottom lip against her exposed pearl.

Fluttershy groaned, squeezing her eyes shut, trying and failing to resist the urge to push herself back against the hooves rubbing and spreading her rump. Pinkie supported the weight with no complaint, nuzzling in deeper, sending rolling waves of pleasure through Fluttershy with every gentle kiss and exhale. Her wings already at their full spread, every shudder made Fluttershy’s feathers ruffle.

Just as suddenly as it had begun, she felt Pinkie’s lips and tongue retreat. For a moment, Fluttershy worried that she had done something wrong, but then she heard another sultry laugh, followed by a sticky kiss on her rump.

“Mmm…” In a voice that dripped with passion, Pinkie moaned, “You taste goooood, Fluttershy.”

There were so many things Fluttershy wanted to say, but she feared the consequences of every word. Without any outlet, her mind became cluttered with blatantly fetishistic sweet-nothings. She turned her gaze downward, focusing on Pinkie’s distended middle just as Pinkie started to lap again.

How good do I taste, Pinkie? Pinkie sealed her lips around Fluttershy’s clit, loudly slurping as she suckled. Fluttershy rolled her head forward, moaning quietly, her ears pinning back. Show me how much you like it! I’m all yours! She closed her eyes, brow furrowing as another surge of bliss rolled through her, gasping as Pinkie invaded her passage.

Everything had acquired an almost dreamlike haze as she leaned back, exhaling with another whispered moan. Strands of her mane slipped over her withers, but a light sweat had built up on her coat, causing some of her hair to stick. Her heart hammered away in her breast, and her lungs burned with every pant, but she was too close, too frenzied to slow down.

Pinkie didn’t seem interested in slowing down, either. As Pinkie’s tongue explored her depths, she could feel Pinkie’s teeth against her clit, tugging just hard enough. Fluttershy squirmed and jerked forward, her lungs just about collapsing, and her cry of passion little more than a choked syllable. Her breaths broke up into tiny gasps, her dam on the verge of breaking when Pinkie brought her tongue back to her clit, swirling and flicking the tip of her tongue.

Just when Fluttershy felt that she couldn’t take anymore, she felt Pinkie’s lips seal around her clit again, sucking it up between her teeth to tug and squeeze. Fluttershy’s mind went completely blank as her walls caved in, her whole body shaking and locking down with uncontrollable elation. She fell forward, burying her nose in the middle of Pinkie’s gut, writhing as her nerves sparked and sizzled.

Gradually, after what felt to Fluttershy like hours, the tide of her climax began to roll back. Her attempt to dismount was clumsy at best. With all four legs trembling, she did little more than fall off of Pinkie and curl up at her side. A sense of guilt lingered with her afterglow. Pinkie slowly rolled over, smiling as Fluttershy met her gaze.

“Was I too fast?” Fluttershy whispered.

Pinkie wrinkled her nose and raised a brow. “What, cumming? I think I hit climax faster than you did, actually, but I really wouldn’t worry about that as long as you enjoyed it, silly.”

“No I—“ Fluttershy glanced away. “I mean, I did enjoy it… a lot… Um… I’m talking about this, though.” She gestured with a hoof. “I wasn’t sure about this because it was just so… sudden.” Pinkie tilted her head, but Fluttershy continued. “What I mean is, I don’t want you to think that I just want sex. I wanted to tell you how I felt because I think you’re a beautiful mare and I want to spend time with you and—”

“Oh, Fluttershy… Listen, if I didn’t want this, I could have said no. You didn’t force me to come up here.” She giggled softly, stroking a hoof through Fluttershy’s mane. “Did we have to have sex on the first date? Probably not. I would have been cool just hanging out with you, but the way I see it, we’ve been friends for years. It’s not like this is just a random booty call. We know and care about each other. The relationship and emotions are already there, we’re just making them more intimate, you know?”

Fluttershy nodded slowly, smiling. The guilt melted away as she wrapped a foreleg around Pinkie and held her close.

“Thank you,” Fluttershy whispered.

Pinkie Pie grinned, waggling her brow. “Thank you. I’d love to do this again”

Fluttershy giggled, closing her eyes.”Me too.”

Their lips met, kissing gently until Fluttershy felt too tired to lift her head any longer. With no further fanfare, she nuzzled into her lover’s breast.

It’s been quite an eventful day, she remarked. She peered out of one eye, smiling as she saw that Pinkie was already fast asleep. I’m so glad this happened. I don’t ever want it to end.

She closed her eyes again, sighing happily. The steady beat of Pinkie’s heart swiftly lulled her to sleep.

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Author's Note

There will be more. Please be patient~