Twilight responded to the knock at the door with a hop up from her desk, merrily making her way through the castle's corridors as she wondered who her visitor might be. She was really glad for the castle's acoustics, as they made it somehow possible for her to pick up a knock at the front door from absolutely anywhere.
Maybe it was her hoofmade quills, finally due in the post! She'd been waiting for them for so long now, having made the order an entire two hours ago, and everypony knew that 'next day delivery' was a worst estimate at best, right?
...okay, maybe Twilight was a little overly excited about her quills, but who wouldn't be? Writing instruments are second only to reading material and visual aids.
Teleporting the last few steps and flinging the door open, she found the preppy form of Pinkie on the other side, not a delivery pony with an entire crate full of quills. Yes, she ordered that many, and yes, she was disappointed, but she tried to keep it off of her face.
Still, something about this whole scenario struck her as off. Pinkie Pie, knocking at a door? Not coming in through a window, or a teapot? "Hiya, Twilight! Think you could help me with something real quick?"
Okay, she didn't sound depressed. That was a good sign. "Uhh, sure! What's up, Pinkie Pie?"
Pinkie bit down on her lip, walking past Twilight and stepping inside. Again, stepping, not bouncing or cartwheeling or anything like that. "Welllll, it's kinda personal... I've never really done anything like what I'm doing before, and I'm really, really nervous about it," a pause, "and a little embarrassed..." another pause. "Nervousbarrased?"
Twilight turned to look at her friend, partially relieved that she wasn't in some terrible danger, or anything. Honestly, that seemed to happen too often around here. Still, curiosity bit at her. "Well, what is it? Do you think you could tell me what's—"
"Wait!" Pinkie looked around her, checking to see if any ponies were about, then leaned into Twilight, narrowing her eyes. "Nervbarrased?" She waited a couple of seconds for Twilight to stare in confusion. "No, it's still not right! Gee, Twilight, I'm so cut up about this, I can't even make a good joiny thingy!"
"You mean a portmanteau?" Twilight giggled, shaking her head at her silly friend.
"I don't even know who Portman one is!" Pinkie wailed, burying her face in the curls of her mane as she dropped to her haunches.
"No no, Pinkie, it's—you know what? Nevermind. What's the problem, anyways? Sounds like it's got you pretty cut up, over there."
All of a sudden, Pinkie was back in full hyper hysterics mode, precisely two inches from Twilight's face with the intense eyes a pony had when they'd just taken too much of a class A substance. "Oh, Twilight, it's terrible! I thought I knew what I was doing, and that I could really make something of it if I tried, and that the swimsuit would be the right size, and all of it went wrong!" A couple of moments, and Pinkie drew back, stroking her chin with a hoof. "Or maybe it went really right... That's the thing! I just don't know!"
"Pinkie, slow down. You're throwing a lot of non-specific terms at me, I don't even have any clue what you're talking about!" Twilight could deal with Pinkie's Pinkieness just fine, but trying to work out what the hell she was trying to say was still testing at the best of times. "Start from the beginning, talk me through it, and I'll see what we can do, okay?"
Pinkie nodded, then sliiid over to Twilight with a whisper, her breath tickling Twilight's ear. "Is anypony else in the castle?"
Twilight gave it a moment's thought. "Spike! Starlight!"
There was silence, with the exception of Pinkie clutching her ears. "Twilight! Warn me before you go off like a foghorn!"
Twilight's cheeks reddened a touch, but her test had still worked. "Well, at least we know nopony else is here right now. Why does it matter, anyways?"
Pinkie visibly relaxed a little, her chest deflating as she began to walk towards Twilight's west study. "Well, like I said, this is super duper personal, and I need to make sure that everypony doesn't see what I'm about to show you, just in case I was right and it is totally, terribly, terrifyingly bad!"
Twilight paused in her stride. "Did you just underline speech?"
"Don't question it."
A shrug, and they continued on together. It was still so strange to see Pinkie walking, something really must have been eating for her for things to be this bad. Twilight eyed the saddlebag over her flank with curiosity, wondering if whaatever was inside was the reason for her behaviour. Was it a cake recipe gone wrong? An arts and crafts project? A thawing body part from the freezer? You never knew with Pinkie.
But Twilight really hoped it wasn't the body part. She'd just had the place disinfected.
They rounded a corner and entered Twilight's study, Pinkie taking the time to close the door behind her, briefly expecting its dimensions as f she was looking for a peephole. "Okay, I think we're good. Can we find somewhere to sit real quick?"
Twilight pointed to the comfy chairs in the corner of the room. Pinkie didn't budge. "Pinkie?"
"I meant somewhere for you to sit, Twilight. I think you'll need to be sitting down for these."
Raising an eyebrow, opening her mouth to question it, and just as quickly deciding against it, Twilight made her way over to one of the larger chairs and propped herself up in it, covering the space between her legs with her tail as Pinkie made her way over. She finally took off the saddlebag, and it made a light clunking sound as it hit the floor. Whatever she had in there was heavy, no doubt about that.
Then, Pinkie stalled, hesitated. Twilight watched her with confusion, eyes wide and mouth agape as she waited for her to do something, anything. She fidgeted with her wings, she tried to think of something to say, until finally Pinkie decided the time was right and reached into her bag.
She pulled out a small folder and a camera, placing both of them on the table in front of Twilight. "Alright... here we go... ohgoshI'mnervous."
Twilight took her eyes off the strange items, facing Pinkie. "What are these for?"
"I... guess you could kinda-sorta say I've taken up photography?" Pinkie said with an unsure grin, pushing the folder a little closer to Twilight, snatching it back, then relenting and pushing it into her reach again. "Okay, so there's something I've been sooo enthusiastic to try for like, months now, and the other day I finally worked up the courage to give it a shot!" Lowering her volume a few decibels, she finally looked up at Twilight. "You see, there's this magazine, and they take pictures of pretty mares and publish them, and everypony sees you looking really good and they think you're super cute, and I wanted to try that because hey, I think I'm cute, but I took a load of photos and I just don't know if they're any good... I need you to look at them!"
Twilight almost burst out laughing. "Pinkie, this is what you're so worried about? You're trying out modelling?" Twilight shook her head, holding a hand out and brushing Pinkie's mane, calming her. "You've got absolutely nothing to worry about, you're a beautiful mare and I'm sure any magazine or agency will see that! Honestly, I'm surprised you didn't go to Fluttershy, she's got real experience with this stuff."
"Ehh... I was a teensy bit worried that Fluttershy would just try to make me feel better, even if I did look like yak doodoo in all of them." Pinkie bowed her head, mumbling out the next words. "I know I shouldn't think of my friends like that, Twilight. You're right, I probably should have gone to her instead."
"No no, I understand your concerns," Twilight nodded, hoping to console her, knowing how Pinkie got if she even got the slightest impression that she hadn't been a good friend. "Certain ponies are good at certain things, and Fluttershy isn't the best at being objective when her friends' feelings are at stake. Why not Applejack, instead? Or Rarity?"
"Twilight, I wanted it to be you, stop asking!" Pinkie snapped, her face flushed. She went to sit on the chair next to Twilight's, obscuring herself from view. "Go ahead, take a look. Be honest, but not too honest, okay?"
Twilight figured what the hell and picked up the folder, opening it up to take a look. She was greeted by an extremely peculiar sight. There were certainly a lot of photos of Pinkie posing in here, but...
"Or, y'know, you could just lie to me and spare my feelings. I wouldn't really mind that too much!"
Twilight turned to look at Pinkie and she shrunk into the cushions, then back to the images, then back to Pinkie once more. Slowly, her eyes trailed back to the polaroids as she attempted to ascertain whether or not this was the same mare she knew. The pictures were of Pinkie Pie, sure, and they looked like the type of photos a model would take, but the not the kind of model she'd been thinking of...
These looked like the portfolio of a glamour model. There were photos of Pinkie in a soft blue dress, winking at the camera and allowing a small peek up her skirt, others where she paraded around in chokers and tight fitting garments, a couple of underwear shots, and the one that drew her eye most? A picture of her wearing nothing but a sock on each leg, standing on her hind legs and pouting smugly for the camera.
There was no question that she looked brilliant in each of them, not to mention enticing and incredibly sexy. It was a side to Pinkie that Twilight had never seen before, that she never would have imagined had even existed, yet here it was, spread out for her like Pinkie's legs in that one image—Twilight, focus.
Pinkie was still sat in the other chair, sinking lower and lower as she tried to make the thing swallow her away. Knowing Pinkie, if Twilight didn't react soon, she'd disappear. "S-so... I've got a question." Twilight didn't count on how awkward it was to talk about this, especially with no prior warning. She hoped she wouldn't scare Pinkie off somehow.
Luckily, she shot straight up in her seat, ears perked and wide eyed. "Yesss? You wanna know how many I took? Two hundred and eighty six! You want to know what brand those socks were?" She dropped to a whisper. "Don't tell Rarity, but they're from the new Suri See Me! line, they go great with the crotchless—"
"Pinkie!" Twilight fanned her flustered face, trying to push pleasant thoughts of Pinkie wearing crotchless anything from her mind. "What I don't get is why these pictures all look so—"
"So what? Bad?! Oh, Celestia, I look like a crushed lizard in that one! And I look constipated there, and in that one I'm giving the camera the real mean eyes, and I don't have the Rainbow Dash in me to pull that off!"
"Pinkie, you're not even looking at the folder."
"I'm visualising them! Oh, they're terrible, aren't they?"
She turned her head to look at Twilight, and it seemed that even from that movement, her mane had lost a little of its characteristic flounce. Twilight couldn't understand why Pinkie would even entertain a thought like that, she looked beautiful in these photos, sexy as hell, playful and captivating, yet here she was all vulnerable and insecure about it. Why? She had an amazing body, curves in all the right places and no fat to speak of, yet she didn't seem to think she could even take a photo!
And somehow, the weirdness of seeing Pinkie not being body confident outdid the awkwardness of looking at her in various states of undress and admitting that she enjoyed it. "You look great in these, Pinkie. Smoking, honestly, and I've got no clue how you ever could have thought otherwise." It felt strange being so honest about something you'd never say to your friend. These were the kind of pictures that if Twilight was to find them under any other circumstance, she'd never mention them again, even if they were so good she spent her whole day thinking about them.
Pinkie poked her head out from behind the chair's arm, where she had again taken shelter. "Y-you really think so?"
Come on, Twilight. If you can be confident about this, she can be confident about this. She pushed a big grin onto her face. "Yeah! I really like the one where you're sticking your tongue out at the camera, rolling around on your bed. That one's sexy as hell. I just didn't expect these pictures to be so racy, I guess."
"Well, duh! These are for Cosmoponitan Sexy in Spring issue! What was I gonna do, give 'em a passport photo?" Pinkie looked at Twilight as if she was mad for a moment. "Why do you think I was so embarrassed? I didn't want everypony seeing these!"
"Because you don't want your friends looking at your body?"
"What?! Pfft, no, it's because I didn't know if they looked good or not! Hell, if I already knew they looked good, I would've given Dashie one to hang in her bedroom by now!"
Twilight felt stung. "Hey, what about me?"
"Heheh, just testing you." Pinkie winked, the energy soon coming back to her. "So you really think these look good?"
It wasn't even a question, Twilight felt that these looked good. And hey, honesty had been working out for her so far... "Pinkie, I think this is honestly the first time I've ever felt attracted to one of my friends."
Pinkie practically launched herself from her seat, careening over to Twilight and stopping just beneath her. "Really?! Because I remember the first friend I was attracted to, and the second, and the third and—this isn't about me! You truly, honestly think that I'm attractive?"
Pinkie was directly beneath her now, looking straight up as Twilight fumbled for words. Against the images and the fact that their star was standing right in front of her, her tail was working overtime trying to keep her privates concealed, but she could already feel the hint of arousal growing inside her from the situation alone. "I-I mean, I've always thought you were really pretty, but—"
"Come on, Twilight, you can do better than that. Use your vocabulary, I know you have one!"
"Well... You've got these really slender curves..."
Pinkie began to crawl up the chair, inching closer to Twilight. "Go on..."
"And those crystalline blue eyes, and such a luscious, impossibly fluffy mane..."
Pinkie carried on advancing on her, but Twilight was lost in the moment, truly considering for the first time just how much of a stunner her friend was. Pinkie didn't need to prompt her to continue this time, her thoughts carried on of their own volition. "And to top it all off, the raw energy you have about you is so enticing... you're an enigma, Pinkie, I've never been able to understand you, and to someone who spends their whole life trying to figure out how things work? Well, I never realised quite how alluring that is until now."
Pinkie was right in front of her now, blinking innocently as only a couple of centimetres of space seperated their muzzles. "Well, I think you've got a great butt."
"Wait, wha—mff!" Twilight was cut off by Pinkie's lips meeting hers in a soft kiss, and as much as Twilight's instinct was to protest, her body had a mind of its own.
Her eyelids fluttered shut as she began to push back, softly twisting her muzzle and exploring the sweet, smooth surface of Pinkie's lips, pulling the bottom one down and softly pushing her tongue through. Pinkie responded in earnest, the two of them slowly, awkwardly finding the stage halfway between smooching and making out as Twilight's body was shocked with a rolling rivulet of sensation that travelled from the base of her lips to the base of her belly.
Just as Twilight began to fear she might lose herself, do something drastic, Pinkie pulled away, and the reality of the situation began to sink in. Twilight panted, forelegs fidgeting as she tried to find somewhere to place them that wasn't on Pinkie, who was still hovering over her. "...did we just?"
Pinkie's response was frantic and surefire. "Yeah! Did you like it?"
Twilight's was more of a reluctant admittance. "I think so, yeah. Never kissed a friend before..." Eh, fuck it, we're trying new things today. "Wanna do it again?"
"You bet I wanna do it again." And there was no more speaking because Pinkie was back on her, wiggling her hips and twirling her tail as she took the lead, pushing her tongue deeper and rubbing it over Twilight's, exploring her mouth as her eyes squeezed shut in something between explosive excitement and placid contentment. She occasionally came up for breath, a string of saliva still connecting their mouths, but it wasn't long before she dove back in, her hooves running over Twilight's chest and up to her neck, stroking her wings on occasion and forcing her to gasp.
The feeling in Twilight's body was only growing in intensity as Pinkie continued to play with her, slowing down the kiss and drawing out the passion of the moment. This was new to them, it was strange and wonderful and Twilight almost had no clue how they'd gotten there, but she was more than glad that they had.
When Pinkie pulled back again, Twilight almost dove after her, desperate for the kisses to continue, but she found that Pinkie had something else in mind. She planted a single peck against Twilight's collarbone, nibbling along until she found her neck and gently licking at it. Twilight rolled her withers back, her head falling into the back of the cushion as her eyes fell shut. Her body was tensing, her tail drooping as it became harder to keep it in place, the hair already wet.
And Pinkie dipped lower, as if she was reading Twilight's physical cues before they'd even been made apparent, as if she'd realised the opportunity to glance at her exposed, glistening wet hole the moment that her tail fell. But she didn't look straight away, instead opting to kiss and lick her way down Twilight's body, playing her like an instrument as she made all the right sounds.
Twilight could feel waves crashing against her mind's shore, disorienting her even as she was built up by every push of Pinkie's tongue, every lavishing spark that travelled through her mind and numbed her senses with tingling perfection.
It was rapture, if Twilight had to describe it in a word, and Pinkie hadn't even got to the main event. Not to say that she was teasing her too much, by any means. While Pinkie might have loved to sit around and make Twilight want it, she knew as well as Pinkie probably did just how impatient she was. It was no surprise that instead of pausing, she continued to traverse Twilight's body, shimmying down lower and lower until her muzzle hovered just over her lower belly.
Twilight felt like she was on fire, but she'd die before she was doused.
"So, Twilight, are you absolutely sure you're okay with—"
"Pinkie, I know you've never listened to me when I've said this before, but please, for the love of Celestia, stop talking."
"...sooo, that's a yes, right? You're not nervbarrassed?"
Twilight's cheeks were burning. "Fucking hell, yes, just eat me already!"
"Okie dokie lokie!"
Well, that was a turn offfuck, spoke too soon. Pinkie's tongue grazed just above Twilight's entrance, long and wet and gliding over the thighs of her hind legs in simple, yet effective motions that repeated in loops, sending chills up Twilight's spine and forcing heavier pants from her lips. Pinkie snuck her way up her thighs with alternating kisses on each of them, leaving Twilight guessing even as she tried to comprehend the thousand alternating feelings from each of Pinkie's touches, one dying out as another ignited, her mind screaming as she grew increasingly desperate to feel Pinkie's muzzle against her aching pussy.
And Pinkie listened to her groaning pleas, shifting forwards and placing a long overdue lick at the base of her vulva, softly pushing up but reversing the direction before she could reach her desperate clit. Twilight gasped at the contact, her hooves running through Pinkie's bodacious mane, her hind legs shaking from sheer satisfaction as the tingle previously contained to her stomach spread over her whole damn body.
Another touch, and she felt her walls contract from the shock of it, the stimulation beyond anything Twilight had ever managed to accomplish with her hooves or even a toy, the feeling of Pinkie's tongue against her better than she ever could have imagined it might have been. Pinkie upped her pace, pulling Twilight forwards and wrapping her front legs around Twilight's hind legs, keeping them—and her—in place as she began to push her tongue deeper.
Twilight was unbelievably tight, and as such, she could feel the pleasant thrust of Pinkie's tongue piercing her so strongly it made her tremble in place, and that was before Pinkie began to manoeuvre her tongue on the inside. Fuck, that felt good. Twilight moaned out in ecstasy, each of Pinkie's laps bringing with it another crash of her nerves against heaven, every moment building towards a climax so strong that she was sure when she had it she'd finally ascend to whatever laid beyond being an alicorn.
She couldn't open her eyes, but she could see Pinkie clearly in her mind. That same mare from the photos was down there flicking at the inside of her pussy, moving her muzzle from side to side as she pushed as deep as she could go. She pictured Pinkie with the dress, with the socks, with the other racy outfits and the underwear, her own little private model to please her when the mood felt right, and it only heightened the already immeasurable sensation of Pinkie's actions.
She could feel her orgasm building with each second that ticked by, and Pinkie must have known it from the volume of her moans and the tremulous nature of her body. Rather than relent, she sped up, if such a thing was possible, drinking from between her legs as if she was dying of thirst, lapping up all of her juices and sucking on the lips of her pussy before pushing back in, spreading her tongue around and exploring every crevice she could as Twilight's chest heaved.
Twilight couldn't take it anymore. She was so close, she was approaching the limit of what she even knew was possible, let alone what she could take, and as the feeling began to grip her harder, she knew she had to say something. "Pinkie..." she moaned, her brain barely functioning, all lost for the grip of this one perfect mare and the feel of her adventurous tongue. "Pinkie Pie, I-I'm going to..."
"Nope!" Pinkie pulled away, and it was as if Twilight was robbed of her shot at heaven, until suddenly, Pinkie very briefly suckled on Twilight's clit, pressing her tongue against it hard, and the fireworks of her dissipating climax erupted tenfold as they were brought rushing back tot he surface.
Twilight came hard, a steady dribble leaking from her pussy as she clenched it over and over, her eyes scrunched and her body rigid. It was a moment that could have lasted forever, and she rode it out even as Pinkie started work on cleaning her up, sending repetitive shocks through her system as her orgasm was bolstered and prevented from dying out. She pushed against it, wanting to feel it for as long as she could, until it was nothing more than a distant whisper in the face of her approaching afterglow...
...and she forced it to stay just that bit longer, rubbing a few circles around her sensitive, desperate clit and reawakening the urge to cum, flooding Pinkie's muzzle with her juices and laying back with a forceful exhale. She could feel her entire body flushing of the gargantuan pleasure it had experienced, yet an aura of satisfaction still clung to her even when everything else had left.
And she had Pinkie Pie to thank for it.
She came up to kiss her on the lips, and Twilight couldn't help but admire her taste as their lips separated and they fell into a mutually panting embrace. For a short measure of time, they were both quiet, Twilight not knowing what to say, or even what to do in this situation. To simply lay together felt right, right now, if nothing else.
Just when Twilight felt as if she could have drifted off with Pinkie wrapped around her, she hopped up with a grin. "I had a lot of fun just now, did you?"
Heh, Pinkie was so blunt about everything. Twilight wondered if she'd ever get the hang of dirty talk. "That was incredible, Pinkie. I don't think I've ever felt that good before." A beat, and Twilight meekly raised her hoof. "Did you... did you want me to do you?"
"Next time! I've gotta be back at the bakery before my lunch hour finishes, but this was fun! I've always wanted to do something like that with you, Twilight, and now I got to! Ooh, can we go on a date next?!"
A date? Twilight was sure she would have been flailing around worrying and protesting on any other occasion, but right now? "Sure, Pinkie, we could try a date one day, if you wanted."
"Great! That makes me so happy you wouldn't believe it! If cookies were happiness, I'd be a triple chocolate caramel fudge icing topped doughnut cookie with waffle bits inside!"
If you took the meaning from Pinkie's silliness, it was actually rather sweet, just like that treat she'd mentioned. It warmed Twilight more than arousal ever could. She wanted Pinkie to stay a little longer, but she was already hopping away.
Hopping... wait a minute! "Pinkie! You forgot your folder!"
"Oh, that thing? I took all of those for you, there's no modelling magazine, silly! Silly Twilight."
And suddenly, the entire scenario played back in Twilight's mind, only for it to dawn on her all too late. "...you planned this all out, didn't you?"
"Hmm... maybe!" Pinkie nodded, then shook her head, the visual representation of 'yes no'.
"Okay, so howcomes you're leaving the camera here too?"
"So you can take some photos for me, of course! I mean, you do owe me two hundred and eighty-six pictures and a video."
"And a video?" Twilight echoed, turning to look at the device with sudden intrigue.
"Thank me later."
Twilight turned around to question her further, but she was already gone. Shaking off post-orgasm fatigue, she grabbed the camera off the table, where it had been facing her, and found that it had been set to record the entire time.
Pinkie was either a genius, or she made it all up as she went along. Twilight was too satisfied to guess which, but she was already busy thinking up ways to outplay her at her own game.
But first of all, she had two hundred and eighty-seven pictures to take and a video to shoot. It was without a doubt the best assignment she'd ever been given.
