Pinkie Pie was in the middle of the kitchen. Sugarcube Corner was a good chunk of her life, as was the wonderful family—the Cakes—who she worked for. And now she was going to be part of Mrs. Cake's life a little more.

Mrs. Cake was half covered in flour, but the smell coming from her was as unique as it was distinct; she was in estrus. "P-Pinkie Pie! Please screw me!"

Unsure when she had started being able to sniff out when the mares around her were fertile, Pinkie had steadily been driven crazy by it. Not that the mares usually showed any difference in behavior, but Pinkie did.

Pinkie climbed up on Mrs. Cake's back, lined up her throbbing, rock-hard penis, and—

"Pinkie Pie!" Mrs. Cake had shouted to get Pinkie's attention several times, but she could finally see the mare snap out of her daze. "Pinkie-dear, are you alright?" She plucked up a recently baked cupcake and offered it to Pinkie.

Her heart racing, Pinkie Pie had a moment when reality wasn't back in the right place, and she thought only of mounting Cup Cake and breeding her. There was no hint of any "estrus smell," nor was Mrs. Cake begging to be mounted. One moment led to the next, and Pinkie's Pinkieness reasserted itself and she laughed. "Sorry about that, I guess I need more sleep!" Plucking up the offered cupcake, Pinkie devoured it in one bite.

Cup Cake paused as something caught her eye. She knew full well that Pinkie Pie wasn't quite like other mares, but what she had hanging between her back legs was usually noponies' business, unless it was as prominent as it was right now. "P-Pinkie? Why don't you have a b-break? I think you might need—need some time to work out some f-feelings."

Blinking in surprise, Pinkie took a step toward the stove, and felt something brush her leg. Pinkie Pie didn't often blush, but knowing the mare she had just been fantasizing about had caught her with an erection was a very un-Pinkie thing to have happen. "SorryMrs.Cake. I'llberightback!"

Rushing for the stairs to her room, Pinkie left behind a pink, cloud outline of herself in the kitchen—complete with her dong hanging under it, not that she saw that. In her room she slammed the door closed and put her back to it. "Now, what did I tell you about saying, 'Hello' during the day, Mr. Humpy?" She waggled a hoof at her penis, but even leaning so much on her Pinkieness was wearing thin. She wanted to get off. She needed to get off. Pinkie Pie, however, was not the sort of pony that got off.

With a further glare at her penis, Pinkie Pie dropped to all fours and stalked into the bathroom. "I didn't want it to come to this, Mr. Humpy, but you asked for it." In her cramped en suite, Pinkie Pie turned only one bath tap on, dropped the plug in, and climbed into the tub. "One last chance. Do you surrender?"

Alone, Pinkie had another flash of imagination, and her penis jumped at the thought of shoving deep into Mrs. Cake's soft depths. Pinkie Pie shook her head. "No! Bad Mr. Humpy!" With great determination, she dropped her body into the water. The chill of moving, cold water embraced Mr. Humpy, and it did him no favors. "Why won't you just behave?"

Laying in the tub, Pinkie let the cold water flow higher and higher, until most of her was submerged. Mr. Humpy returned to being his normal, deflated self, and Pinkie reached out of the tub to stop the water pouring in. Smiling widely, Pinkie Pie shook her head and pronked out of the bath, landing on the floor with her mane and tail extra fluffy and wild. "I better get back to work!"

Drying as quickly as she could, which for Pinkie Pie meant shaking a lot, she pronked from the bathroom. Down the stairs and into the kitchen, Pinkie Pie smiled brightly now that everything was right with the world again.

"Thank Celestia you're back, Pinkie! We just got an order from Cheerilee for a dozen school lunches!" Working on a big batch of cookie dough, Mrs. Cake almost melted with relief at seeing Pinkie Pie back in the kitchen. "Could you start on…"

The basement was exceedingly well lit, although it was all electric lighting. Pinkie Pie looked around, acutely aware of how many flammable and possibly explosive things were part of her party-planing gear.

She turned to the Big Board. From nowhere, she pulled a wheelchair and began rolling herself along while sitting in it—it just seemed right to her. "You see, if we all retreat into mineshafts, we can—" Pinkie shook her head and jumped out of the squeaky wheelchair. "Mein Gummy! I can walk!"

Gummy stared up at his owner, as he sat on a nearby barrel of confetti gunpowder. Slowly, he licked his tongue out and up over his left eye, then back down and into his mouth.

"Three whole days, Gummy. What am I going to do?" Pinkie Pie stared up at the Big Board. Dates flowed from the start of the year, past today's date, and all the way to the end. Every day had at least one name on it. Every date, except for the three next days. "No party for three days. This is the worst time of year ever!"

Pinkie Pie looked up at the Big Board, hoping it would change. Nearly an hour later, she finally gave up. "Well, Gummy, we will just have to work out other kinds of parties to throw." Turning the lights off, Pinkie left the room illuminated only in the menacing glow of the Big Board, and retired upstairs to her room.

"Goodnight Gummy." Putting Gummy into his terrarium, she climbed into bed, and held her forehooves up only to clop them loudly together. Darkness fell quickly, and Pinkie Pie closed her eyes and snuggled into bed.

Sleep was not far, and soon after that Luna's realm wrapped and plucked Pinkie Pie up into a dream. It started off as one of her favorites. They were fighting against Nightmare Moon, and had just activated the Elements of Harmony (and snacks), when cupcakes and sweets started raining down around everypony.

Nightmare Moon, terrified of what the six ponies would do to her, blinked as a cupcake bounced off her nose. "What is this?!" Her fire and anger refueled, Nightmare Moon spread her dread wings and prepared to unleash every evil magic she had at the five ponies before her.

As a weight settled onto Nightmare Moon's back, she realized she hadn't miscounted.

Pinkie Pie shoved herself into the Dark Queen of the Night. She plowed into pillowy, soft depths, and shoved down again and again. Power surged through her, rather than Twilight, and as Nightmare Moon moaned in submissive bliss, Pinkie Pie hit her peak. "The Element of Naughty!"

Pinkie jerked awake in the dim of early morning. She blinked away sleep from her eyes and couldn't stop the happy moan from sneaking past her lips. As soon as the needy sound was free, Pinkie Pie slammed her hooves over her mouth. She was on the edge of orgasm, woken from her dream, and she sat as still as she could.

Mr. Humpy, however, felt the touch of the soft sheets under him, and completely against Pinkie's wishes had her hips hump forward.

Melting into bliss, Pinkie bit down sharply on her pillow to stop moaning, and couldn't stop herself from obeying Mr. Humpy's commands. Her hips bucked, and she could feel a spreading, hot mess under her belly.

Minutes passed as Pinkie tried to recover her wits from the dream-fueled orgasm. She would have cried, but self-pity was even further from Pinkieness than Mr. Humpy was. Lifting up from her bed, Pinkie stared at the mess she had made. A soft whine threatened to bring tears anyway, but Pinkie Pie held them back.

The mess wasn't as large as she feared—most of it was stuck to her belly fur—but it was still disheartening to see. Jumping from her bed, Pinkie walked to her bathroom with purpose in every step. She turned the bath on and climbed in. Warm water started to rise in the tub, and Pinkie Pie worked as fast as she could to get herself clean.

Climbing out, she dried off again, and walked back into her bedroom. There was no such thing as "estrus smell," Pinkie Pie well knew, but the smell in her bedroom was of a wild, horny stallion's musk. Pinkie recoiled a little from the odor, and set about bundling up her bedclothes to be washed.

Bundling all her bedding up—mostly to hide the smell of "stallion" as she carried them through the house—Pinkie Pie headed downstairs and set about getting them washed. She loaded up the machine, dumped a double helping of stain remover in, and turned it on.

Feeling much more Pinkie Pie, she headed into the kitchen and fired up the oven. The big professional oven was magic, literally. She dialed it up and it began heating. Not everypony could afford a magic-fueled oven, but being a business Sugarcube Corner was one place that needed one.

Preparing ingredients, mixing the items just so, Pinkie Pie poured the batter into a tray of cupcake pans. Muffins would be baked later, in great quantity, but Pinkie really wanted a fresh cupcake. Putting the batch into the oven to bake, Pinkie Pie prepared another tray and soon had that in as well.

Walking to the back door of Sugarcube Corner, Pinkie Pie watched the sun rise by Princess Celestia's grace. She was so focused on the wonder that was a new day in Equestria, that she didn't hear the timer going off on her cupcakes.

"Um…" Fluttershy's voice was quieter than the timer, but it was different enough that Pinkie turned to look at her friend. "I think that means you have to take something out of the oven." Fluttershy smiled helpfully, her timid nature present even in the company of just one other pony, and a close friend at that.

"My cupcakes!" Pinkie Pie rushed inside and rescued the baking trays from the fierce, fiery maw that had been about to consume them. The oven was as relentless as it was efficient; if Pinkie left things in it, there would be barely any hint of the disaster within until the door was opened. Fortunately, Fluttershy had saved Pinkie from a fate worse than death: hunger.

Taking a few tentative steps in, Fluttershy peeked into the big kitchen. "Did—Did you save them in time?" She watched as Pinkie Pie carefully set the second tray on the cooling racks beside the first, and then her whole world turned pink.

"Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" Pinkie Pie clung to Fluttershy, hugging the softly spoken mare who had grown into being one of her closest friends. She knew Fluttershy would get overwhelmed by the hugging, but she couldn't stop.

The hugging never got too tight for Fluttershy, although it was getting a little awkward. She tried to look at Pinkie Pie's face—peeking around her own curtain of a mane—but her friend had sunk her snout into Fluttershy's neck and didn't seem inclined to move.

Empathy was quite literally part of Fluttershy's main talent, and although it was usually focused completely on animals, she could feel Pinkie Pie's need for a hug. Some few minutes passed, and when Pinkie Pie still hadn't come up for air, Fluttershy tilted her head so that her mouth was at Pinkie's ear. "What's the matter?"

Pinkie Pie shuddered at the soft words. In her head she tried to rationalize some possible way she could tell Fluttershy her problems, but each time she came back to two truths: Fluttershy was too perfect and pure for the truth, and Pinkie didn't want anypony to ever know.

Fluttershy could tell that Pinkie's problem was a big one. She just held her friend, offering the shoulder that was needed, and hugged Pinkie Pie back just as tight as she was hugging. The day started around them, and Fluttershy watched as Mrs. Cake found the cupcakes, and started frosting them with pink, sparkly icing.

At last, Fluttershy felt Pinkie start to pull back, and she could see her friend had been crying. Seeing any creature in physical pain was almost more than Fluttershy could stand, but this was emotional pain, and she wasn't as well versed with that. "Pinkie Pie?"

"S-Sorry Fluttershy. I guess I just needed a super-duper Fluttershy snuggle." Pinkie Pie didn't feel the excitement she normally had, not when she looked at her innocent friend, and felt that Mr. Humpy would soon get interested in her if she kept looking. "I had better frost those—"

"Mrs. Cake already did them, Pinkie." Fluttershy ruffled her wings, and folded her ears down in preparation for what she knew she had to do. Clearing her throat, she remembered what Iron Will had always told her. Under her breath, however, Fluttershy spoke the words she had adjusted Iron Will's to. "When somepony tries to block, show them that they rock."

Fluttershy tilted her head up, and looked in Pinkie's eyes. "Pinkie Pie, would you like to come out and have morning tea with me?"

Pinkie blinked at the invite. She turned to look back at the kitchen, and her desires split in half. Pinkie Pie would do all her work in Sugarcube Corner, and still work out how to smile. Pinkie Pie wouldn't let her friends down by being a sad sack. Pinkie Pie wasn't the pony feeling cut in half. "Mrs.—Mrs. Cake?"

"What's the matter, Pinkie?" Cup Cake finally felt like she could take notice of Pinkie, now her moment seemed to have ended. She considered that Pinkie had been having more and more moments lately, and vowed to give the mare some time off.

Pinkie's voice wobbled a little. "C-Can I go to Fluttershy's house for morning tea?"

"Well of course, dear. Don't you worry about the bakery, we'll keep things under control." Confused at the way Pinkie Pie had asked for the morning off, Mrs. Cake had no qualms about giving it. She looked at Fluttershy, and could see she had picked up the strangeness in Pinkie's behavior. "In fact, why don't you take the whole day and spend it with your friend. I'll pack up these cupcakes for you to take with you!"

Fluttershy reached out first, beating Pinkie Pie to collecting the cupcakes. "Thank you, Mrs. Cake." She took the brightly colored bag, turned, and left Sugarcube Corner. "Come on, Pinkie." Strain built within Fluttershy. Normally she would avoid such confrontation, but there was two things that would make her deal with any fear: when an animal, or a friend, was hurt.

"O-Okay." Pinkie Pie felt her mane flop limply to one side. She waved to Cup Cake and turned to walk with Fluttershy.

"I came into town because I heard that they have my favorite tea in stock, but I can see about that tomorrow." Fluttershy aimed directly for her home, and led the way. She tried to run over what Pinkie Pie's problem was, but no matter what she could think of, it didn't fit. The only time she had ever seen her friend like this was when they had thrown a surprise party for her, and Pinkie had thought all her friends had abandoned her.

Fluttershy kept worrying all the way home, and all the way she was acutely aware that Pinkie Pie simply walked along as if she weren't herself. "Please Pinkie, come inside and we can talk about what has you so—so distracted."

It was a trap, and Pinkie knew it. She argued with herself, trying to come up with a way she could keep her friend happy and get away from the situation. She hadn't Pinkie Promised, but then she didn't like anypony breaking any promise. Putting one hoof forward, she suddenly became aware of Fluttershy's rear end swaying as her friend preceded her into the little house.

Humming a wordless tune, Fluttershy set about preparing some tea, and while it steeped she turned to see Pinkie Pie sitting in Fluttershy's living room, staring at her. Pinkie Pie's cheeks were flush, and Fluttershy could see something else that told her exactly what her friend had been thinking about.

Fluttershy stared for a moment, unused to seeing a pony erection. In a strange way, it was a compliment, and it made her flick her tail and ruffle her wings a little. "W-Would you like milk and sugar?"

Pinkie Pie was completely frozen. She had been watching her friend making tea, studying every swish of Fluttershy's tail as it moved side to side. Each time it swung, Pinkie had been gifted with a closer view to what Mr. Humpy wanted. Just as she was sure Fluttershy was going to have an indiscretion, her friend had turned and stolen the mesmerizing sight from her.

She wanted to run. She wanted to escape. But all Pinkie Pie could do was nod her head and hope her friend wouldn't notice the throbbing, hard erection that was clearly visible under Pinkie Pie.

Thinking about the situation for a moment, Fluttershy turned back around and tilted her eyes to the mirror across the room. She could see Pinkie's face in the silvered glass, and was almost shocked at the hunger tinged with shock that was evident. "Pinkie Pie, do you need a moment?"

Pinkie was barely aware she had even heard her friend speak, and then she struggled to work out what Fluttershy was asking her. She was still looking at her friend's rear, and Pinkie Pie struggled against every physical urge to look away, eventually managing to.

Staring at the floor, Pinkie tried to make the whole world go away, but when silky-soft yellow feathers drifted into her vision, she jerked her head up. Fluttershy was standing right in front of Pinkie.

"I am really quite, um, honored." Fluttershy tried to keep a blush away, but it was a losing battle. "But you look like you need to go and deal with that. You can use my bathroom if you need to?"

Understanding dawned, and Pinkie Pie felt like sunshine poured from Fluttershy and onto her. "Thank you!" Running, scampering, Pinkie made a run for the upstairs bathroom in Fluttershy's house. She turned on the cold water in the bath and dove in after it.

Silence reined in the little house. Pinkie Pie sighed as her erection was quenched in the chill water. Her belly was soaking wet, but the memories of Fluttershy's body, and the fantasies that it had generated, were pushed away.

Pinkie Pie relaxed in the tub, and she couldn't help but smile that her friend had known exactly what she needed.

Having sent Pinkie Pie off to masturbate—or so she thought—Fluttershy put the teapot on the edge of her stove to stay warm. Sitting alone in her house was never a sure thing, and before long she had a pair of bunnies and a mouse keeping her company. At the sound of hoofsteps coming down the stairs from her bathroom, Fluttershy looked up to see the old Pinkie Pie in her friend's face. "Feeling better?"

Looking at Fluttershy, and even just hearing her voice caused Pinkie Pie to twitch. Mr. Humpy didn't even need to be consulted for Pinkie to know she wasn't completely over her problem. "Ugh!"

"Pinkie?" Fluttershy's wings lifted a little, and she rushed over to her friend. "Are you alright? I mean, I know roughly how it should work, but you shouldn't be in pain." Before she thought about it, Fluttershy was in "wildlife nurse" mode, and lifted up Pinkie Pie's left, back leg. Pinkie's penis was at already halfway erect again, and she spotted her friend's swollen balls.

Frozen by the firm handling by Fluttershy, Pinkie couldn't even think, let alone stop her mouth. "I can't understand it. I kept it in cold water. Why is it doing this?"

"I thought you were going to go and rub—" Fluttershy bit down on her words. The topic was too much, but she kept telling herself she had to push on. "You had a cold bath?"

Pinkie Pie could hear puzzlement in her friend's voice. She nodded, folding her ears back.

"How often do you just have a cold bath instead of getting relief?" Letting Pinkie Pie's leg go (already seeing that her friend was fully hard), Fluttershy pointed back up the stairs.

"I don't understand?" Pinkie Pie couldn't follow Fluttershy's words, but she understood the gesture. More cold water, she decided, would definitely help. Striding back up the stairs, she heard Fluttershy's soft steps behind her.

"Pinkie Pie, how often do you masturbate?" Each time Fluttershy needed to be forward, it cost her in another ring of mental tension. She could tell it would take the better part of a week, given how tense she felt, to be relaxed again.

"What?!" Stopping in he tracks, Pinkie felt a shove from behind, and stumbled forward. "I couldn't… I mean I never… I couldn't do that!" Pinkie struggled for the words, unable to believe the conversation she was having.

A month was now Fluttershy's estimate on her recovery time, although she knew she could reduce it if she asked Tree Hugger to visit. Pushing Pinkie Pie towards the bathroom, Fluttershy was determined to do what her friend needed. "You can't or you won't?"

Pushed all the way to the tub, Pinkie climbed in. While she reached for the tap, a wing shot out and slapped her hoof. "Fluttershy, what are—" A tight grip around Mr. Humpy stole Pinkie's words and thought. She blanked as Fluttershy's soft feathers began to stroke up and down her penis.

Just like that silly timber wolf, Fluttershy thought, remembering when she had an agitated timber wolf male at the height of their breeding season. She stroked the hard length under her friend, being careful not to squeeze too hard. Trying to think about trees growing, or clouds in the sky, Fluttershy masturbated Pinkie Pie in her own bathtub.

Mr. Humpy was in full accordance with Pinkie's pleasure shocked mind, that this was a good thing. In no time Pinkie's hips began to rock, and she let out a loud groan before the world exploded. A feeling, almost like Fluttershy's wing was crackling in electricity, jolted through Pinkie. This was nothing like the warm release her wet dreams gave, this was a very real orgasm delivered by somepony else.

Fluttershy watched Pinkie unload into the tub. Spray after spray erupted from her friend's body, and if not for the polished porcelain, would have left quite the mess. Fluttershy slowed her stroking, bringing Pinkie Pie down into the calm that males almost invariably sank into after climax.

Pinkie could see her expression in the bathroom mirror. She looked, out of ten, about a seven and a half in terms of silliness. Lolling her head, she saw the mess in Fluttershy's bathtub, and her brain finally made her aware of what had just happened. It had been the single best, and worst, thing ever.

"There. Now can you think straight?" Fluttershy carefully let go of Pinkie Pie, and reached over her to turn the taps on. Warm water flowed from the spout, washing Pinkie's issue away.

The question seemed odd at first, but Pinkie Pie realized that despite what had just happened, she felt better than she had in days. She nodded, finding herself a little dumb as the implications of what Fluttershy did sank in. Stepping sideways, she exited the tub.

"Why don't you do that yourself?" Fluttershy led with her biggest question. Masturbation, or so Fluttershy thought, was a good way to relieve such pressure.

"I couldn't do that!" Pinkie Pie shook her head. "It just feels wrong."

"That felt wrong?" When Fluttershy saw her friend nod, she blinked in surprise. "I'm sorry, Pinkie Pie." She leaned backwards from her friend, but was enveloped in a running-dive Pinkie Pie hug.

"It's not like that. I mean it felt wrong for me. I shouldn't do those kinds of things. I'm Pinkie Pie!" Letting go of her hug, Pinkie checked if Fluttershy was still upset.

"What about when you see a pretty mare?" Fluttershy was relieved she hadn't done something that hurt her friend, but the situation was like a sore on the roof of her mouth: she had to keep poking it.

"Uh, bath?"

"And if you get pent-up after work, and just want to relax?"

"Bath."

"And what about—"

"Bath!" Pinkie Pie realized she had shouted over Fluttershy, but she couldn't help herself. "I just shouldn't do those kinds of things, Fluttershy."

Fluttershy hugged her friend. "Pinkie, let's go and have that tea, and talk." Being yelled at, and spoken over, caused more anxiety to build, but Fluttershy was determined to push past it, and if there was one thing she had learned to do, it was to ignore that terrified voice that kept screaming inside her.

"I'm sorry, Fluttershy." Pinkie Pie's mane was fully wilted now, hanging in mournful curls around her head. She let herself be led, not wanting to yell at Fluttershy again. In silence, she watched Fluttershy bring a cup of hot tea for each of them, and then her friend sat beside her. "What are we going to talk about?"

"You, Pinkie Pie." Leading the way with her drink, Fluttershy took a long sip of the rich, dark tea. "Why don't you work off your stress?" She had to work at not shaking, the combination of calmness and the topic was yet more stress.

"It…" Pinkie trailed off. She didn't want to disappoint Fluttershy, and had to carefully pick her words. "I don't think it is a very Pinkie Pie thing." As her words brought to mind a particular aspect of her physiology, Pinkie Pie crossed one leg before her, making sure her belly was well hidden.

"What are all the Pinkie Pie things, Pinkie?" Fluttershy felt more relaxed again. If sexuality was not a "Pinkie Pie thing," then the list Fluttershy had asked for was likely to be quite mundane.

"Well, helping everypony feel happy. So parties, and jokes, and even songs. I really like the songs." Pinkie Pie closed her eyes, remembering the last party she had thrown: Filthy Rich's birthday. Her mane fuzzed right back up, and she felt the bubbly, happy side of herself return in full force.

"What about baking? That seems like a Pinkie Pie thing." A twinge of stress came back again, as Fluttershy started leading her friend. "And taking care of Pumpkin and Pound."

"Well of course. It helps Carrot and Cup, and that is a very Pinkie Pie thing!" Pinkie poked her tongue into the cup, suddenly possessed with the urge to touch it to the bottom.

"And yourself. When you get all pent-up, doesn't that feel awkward?"

Pinkie Pie wanted to stay quiet, and wanted to leave, but that would have hurt Fluttershy. With her Pinkieness so recently defined, she couldn't bring herself to leave. "I made a promise. I wished on a rainboom." Pinkie Pie's voice was soft, hard to hear even as close as Fluttershy was. "I didn't want anypony to be sad anymore, so I told myself, 'Pinkamena, you will make everypony happy wherever you go.' "

"Pinkamena?" For a moment Fluttershy was confused, then she remembered hearing the name. "Oh. The name you were called as a filly?"

"Yup!" Pinkie Pie smiled at the memory of the promise. "And from that day, ever since, I have been Pinkie. And Pinkie—"

"Doesn't take care of her own needs above others'." Fluttershy barely managed to cut in on Pinkie, her voice softer, but Pinkie had stopped talking the moment she realized Fluttershy was. "And Pinkie Pie can't take time for herself? Even if it doesn't hurt anypony?" When she looked at Pinkie, she saw a pony who had shut herself down.

Pinkie Pie's mane was wilted again, and her tail too. She stared down into her cup of tea and just shook her head. "Not that. It's not what I promised."

Fluttershy sipped more of her tea, and thought around her friend's problem. Lifting out a cupcake, she passed it to Pinkie Pie, and then sat still. The idea came to her when she was nibbling a bit of her own cupcake. "Would you like to spend a little time without needing to be Pinkie Pie?"

The question caught Pinkie Pie off balance. "What? I don't know what you mean."

"You know about my stare, Pinkie." Fluttershy waited for Pinkie to nod. "I have practiced other things, too. Sometimes I have to take care of an animal that wouldn't get on with the others. I would ease them and let them be something else for a little while."

Sitting in silence, Pinkie thought about what that would mean. "Would I still like cake?"

A good deal of stress within Fluttershy shattered at the question, and the laughter it caused her. Shaking her head, Fluttershy couldn't get words out for a moment. At last, she got herself under control. "Well, did Pinkamena like cake?"

"She—" Pinkie stopped, remembering her pledge to be honest and think about her words. "I didn't know what it was, but I think I would like cake no matter what."

"Would you like to test?"

It was so easy to think about, Pinkie realized, but it was also scary. To be free from her promise, for who she loved being, was not as small a step as she first thought. "How would it work?"

"I would use the stare on you, and talk to you. You would end up relaxed, calm, and open to suggestion." Since the Flutterbat incident, Fluttershy was very careful with her stare. The amount of times she had really used it on a pony (and not just a well-built glare) could be counted on her hooves. "I would explain to you that for an hour, you can put your promise in a box, and when the hour is up, or when you want it to be, the box opens."

"And my promise wouldn't be broken?" Pinkie Pie was now intrigued, as well as worried. "It would have to be a really good box, with packing peanuts and everything."

"It would be the most important box you have ever wrapped, and you would hold the ribbon to open it." Fluttershy struggled against her nerves, bracing internally so her friend could have even an hour without the oppressive promise hanging on to her.

"Okily dokily." Pinkie Pie said the words without realizing, but decided that now they were out, they had better stay out. "I really trust you, Fluttershy, and as long as you say it is safe, I will do it."

Fluttershy hadn't lied, she had been using her stare sparingly, but the reason was not something she had shared. Fluttershy's stare had become much more powerful since she had spread leathery wings. There were side effects, for her and not her subject. "Finish your tea, Pinkie Pie, and just relax."

In typical Pinkie Pie fashion, she just upended the cup and gulped down the contents. Getting comfortable was a different problem. Pinkie climbed off the couch, and found a comfortable spot on the floor.

Working herself up to a stare, Fluttershy could feel the pointed fangs—a constant feature of her mouth since becoming Flutterbat—grow longer. Her hearing sharpened to the point where she could hear Pinkie Pie's heart. "Just relax and close your eyes." She slipped off the couch, not fighting the feeling of being a predator. It always worked better if she let herself really get into it.

Pinkie closed her eyes and tried to ignore the sounds of her friend moving around. She heard Fluttershy's hooves bring her to stand right in front of Pinkie, as she completely failed to ignore them.

"Relax, Pinkie. You should feel yourself calmly laying down, and I want you to focus on relaxing your muscles. Start with your tongue. Just let it loll in your mouth, resting, not needing to move." Fluttershy let her voice slow and deepen a little. She could see Pinkie Pie's ears perked forward, and took it as a good sign. "Now I want you to imagine your jaw muscles, and neck muscles. They slowly relax too, and you feel tension pouring out."

Letting out a soft sigh, Pinkie smiled as she was guided. The words spoke directly to her body, and she had never been so happy to do what somepony says.

"More muscles now. Your withers and shoulders, relaxed and calm. Your back and haunches, still and peaceful. Your gaskin and forearm, relaxed and calm. Cannons and pasterns, still and peaceful." Fluttershy guided each major muscle group towards relaxation, and as she spoke she could see Pinkie seem to slump a little more, but the one sign of complete relaxation still eluded her; Pinkie Pie's ears were still perked forward. "Your eyes aren't completely relaxed yet, they are closed."

Pinkie Pie wanted to shake her head, but her neck was still. She wanted to tell Fluttershy that her eyes were closed because she had been told to close them, but her tongue wouldn't work.

"Open your eyes, let them relax." Fluttershy watched as Pinkie Pie opened her eyes, and their gazes were locked into The Stare. She pinned Pinkie Pie, capturing her eyes as perfectly as her voice had captured Pinkie's body. "There. Look deep, and don't look away."

The sight of her friend's eyes seemingly took up all of Pinkie Pie's vision. The orbs were huge, and beautiful. Moments passed, and she felt her mind tense, as if poked. There was so much weight behind Fluttershy's eyes, that Pinkie Pie knew she would be crushed by it. She could fight, struggle from the ocular trap, but it was Fluttershy, and she trusted her.

As the moment came when Pinkie Pie relaxed and let The Stare in deeper, an overwhelming sensation of relaxation flooded her whole being.

Fluttershy finally saw what she wanted in her friend: Pinkie Pie's ears turned to the sides. "You are a good girl." Even her words didn't spark a reaction in Pinkie's ears, but her face lit up into as much of a smile as she could.

Praise. Simple, honest, praise. Pinkie Pie gazed up into Fluttershy's eyes, feeling none of the discomfort she had seen in other creatures who had met her friend's stare. She felt like her friend was an open book. Pinkie Pie could see concern, love, and so much empathy as to leave her dwarfed by it. She realized The Stare had opened a window into Fluttershy, as it had opened a door into herself.

Pinkie Pie stared upwards, happily lost in Fluttershy's eyes. She heard words only barely, but despite them fluttering through her conscious, they sank deep into her.

"You are completely relaxed now. Nothing could be more relaxing than sitting here and staring into my eyes." Fluttershy had kept her voice a soft drone, alternating between praising Pinkie, and telling her she was getting more relaxed. At last, she deemed it time to continue.

"In a few moments I will blink, and then you will blink. When that happens, you will be awake again. First, you are going to do something." Everything hinged on whether Fluttershy had Pinkie far enough under that she would accept the next part. Pressing her concerns down, Fluttershy continued. "You made a promise to yourself when you were little. You promised yourself that you would be happy if you made everypony happy."

Something within Pinkie trembled as new words flowed into her. She wasn't sure exactly what, but the words were tickling things deep inside, and if it weren't for the love and concern Pinkie saw in Fluttershy, through her eyes, she would have fought. A new level of relaxation came over her, and she smiled a little more.

"You will make a box in your head. And you are going to make it the strongest box ever. Nothing will be able to break the box." Fluttershy waited, and felt the moment when Pinkie was receptive again. "I want you to put that promise in the box. Put it inside, and close the lid."

Pinkie Pie visualized doing just that. The promise wasn't lost, she realized, it was safer than ever. A lightness settled around her, a stress she hadn't known she was still holding on to eased. She trembled a little at the promises' loss, at the hole it left in her life.

"The box is special. It won't let anything out, but if you need to open it, it will open." Fluttershy was shocked at how much stress flowed from her friend—pink-coated and as wispy as cotton candy, but strong as steel belts. "When it is sealed, a little clock will appear on it. The clock counts all the way up to an hour, and then starts counting down. The box will open when the clock ticks to zero."

Fluttershy waited for Pinkie to relax again, and for the slight shaking in her friend's limbs to fade. At long last, Pinkie Pie looked to be at peace. Deciding it was time, Fluttershy blinked.

The world rushed in around Pinkie Pie. The roar of sounds in her ears was deafening, and the colors of the room bright and almost overwhelming. She blinked, and could feel that gap where her promise should be. "F-F-Fluttershy?"

"It's alright! It is only gone for an hour." Fluttershy pulled Pinkie into a hug, squeezing her friend tightly. She knew the first time might be really strange, particularly if this was something core to Pinkie's sense of self.

Pressed against Fluttershy, Pinkie felt heat flush into her, and Mr. Humpy started pressing against her friend too. She didn't realize she was rocking her hips until Fluttershy gave a little gasp. "Oh gosh! I'm sorry, Fluttershy!"

"Don't be sorry, you are only just learning about it. Is there something you would like to do? Just tell me." Fluttershy smiled, not sure what to expect after a lifetime of repression.

"Mr. Humpy wants to—" Pinkie Pie stopped, and shook her head a little. "I want to mount you, and pump into you again and again. I want you to scream my name, and I will scream yours." Pinkie's eyes widened at what she had said.

"W-Why don't you go and use the bathroom, Pinkie." Fluttershy wasn't ready to contemplate what her friend had said, beyond it being a proposition she ached to agree to. "And no cold water, okay?"

Backing away from Fluttershy, Pinkie looked down at her hardening penis. She couldn't keep back the bubble of laughter. "What do I do with it?" She giggled again.

Fluttershy rolled her eyes. "I'll show you again, but you need to watch what I am doing." The strangest thing for Fluttershy was, she didn't feel a pinch of anxiety when she agreed to help Pinkie.

Author's Note

So I do this "Ask x" thing, x can be any pony within the story. You can ask them anything and ~~I~~ they will definitely hopefully reply. Keep the questions appropriate to the age-rating of the stories and of course, ~~I~~ they will answer the best question(s) in the author notes of the next chapter. The more votes a comment has the more likely I will get it to the right pony to answer, try and keep it to one answer per post! ~~I~~ They will pick one question per chapter.

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