A Candy a Day, a Bimbo this Way

Pinkie gently moaned, her tongue in the firm embrace of one she was quite familiar with. She ticked off a mental checklist as Button Mash continued with his practiced ease. A flick here, a curl there, a small tickle when she tapped him for one, it was just about as perfect as he ever got it. After almost a year of ‘seeing’ each other though, this would be usually expected.

What she hadn’t expected was the same problem that always came nowadays. Button’s hands slowly drifted down her back, gently brushing against her softer sides, before reaching for her bubble butt as he moaned back. Pinkie moved her own hands in response and began getting her tongue free of his in preparation. She slipped him off of her just before her pink skirt was touched.

She looked down into Button’s orange eyes and at his small smile, complete with a small bit of blush. Few believed he was a senior, or eighteen for that matter, but Pinkie did, and she hated being reminded like this. Not when this wasn’t what she was supposed to be.

Starting her freshman year, Pinkie had become a consort of sorts. If you needed to be able to say you had a girlfriend or have a girl to practice kissing with, she was your girl. Many guys, of course, had reached out for her, but as the years passed, and more of her crazier side got to be widespread knowledge, they all drifted away. Button was one of the two that still used her service. He was the closest guy to her, which only made it worse when she had to say no.

“I’m sorry. I know I’m not supposed to get overly attached, even during our longer kisses.”

Pinkie shook her head, his words bringing her out of her thoughts. She bit into her lips, wanting to tell him to grope her. He didn’t do it every time they kissed, but when he did go for her ass or tits, it was always met with a stern no, even if her heart wanted to let him have her. She wasn’t ever going to sit down with one person, so why should she be so terrified? And yet, she still was, and now looked down. “Just, promise me you’ll try harder next time?”

Button held up a hand, and said, “I promise.”

It almost got Pinkie to laugh, and she hugged him one more time. “You have fun with your friends now.”

He rolled his eyes before giving her a devilish grin. “Yes, mom!”

Pinkie pointed back at him. “Think of that the next time you start reaching. It’ll help a ton!”

He paled, before slowly nodding and turning away. Pinkie giggled to herself as she watched him go, just before hearing a piece of paper fall onto what sounded like her backpack. She spun around on a dime, and only saw the trail end of a long cloak. She rushed forward, charging down the hall her and Button had been in, but looking around the whole wing of the school yielded nothing. She did not let that ruin her excitement though as she bounced back to the letter, and ripped it open.

Dear Miss Pie,

I must admit that a girl like you, even I would turn to. Few turn me on, but someone so crazy could trick even a con. But there is one thing you can’t commit, and it puts you in a fit. Five candies in this week, and your thoughts will become sleak. Button’s girlfriend may finally fulfil his demand, and your other pledge may finally taste more than sand. So, my crazy nut, are you ready to become a slut?
Sincerely,
Did

Pinkie bit into her cheek, staring at the letter for another few moments, before noticing the box that had been hiding beneath it. She slowly picked it up, her mind going over the words over and over again. For so long, she had feared that what she did made her a slut, but, as proven by earlier, she by no means was that comfortable where she was now. Button obviously wanted more, and if she didn’t do something soon, she could lose Moondancer’s interest, and she would end up all alone in the library again, something Pinkie would not allow to happen.

She opened the box and saw three small balls of milk chocolate within, as well as the warning of one a day written on the top. She took a deep breath, shutting her eyes as she thought. She still didn’t want to risk becoming a sex fiend of any sort, not with how much harder it would then become to actually be a person’s friend. You needed to care for more than just the body for that.

A shine came to her eyes as she could almost hear the ding sound in her brain go off. It seemed so simple, but those were by far the best plans, and the funnest sometimes. She stood up, giggling to herself as she dragged a finger over her left breast. “Cross my heart and hope too cry, stick a cupcake in my eye, I Pinkie Promise not to become a shameless slut, but a friend with benefits if that is what they desire!” She smiled, finally having said words she had wanted to for so long. One problem.

Her mouth had almost never been dryer.

She looked down to the candy box in front of her, and gingerly picked it up, before popping one into her mouth, her eyelids drooping as she munched. As nice as the pure, concentrated chocolate tasted, it just wasn’t enough to make her happy that she needed help becoming a friend who could do anything for another.

She could at least take solace in the fact that by the end of the week, she would be that friend.