Author's Note

And we’re back to Pinkie

Pinkie's Odd Time

Pinkie Pie was starting to feel more than a little sore, she had been providing several ponies, and dragons, drinks right from her bosom. The most awkward had been when a pair of elderly stallions who each took up one of her juggs and drank for over a dozen minutes, the most satisfying had been when a mare with seven young foals entered and enlisted Pinkie’s services, Pinkie had only charged the mare half price instead of making it free because the mare had insisted on compensating the pink mare in some way. Now that there were no more customers, mostly because Pinkie was just closing up shop for the day, she had time to massage her aching tatas. She had a greater appreciation for mares that breastfed, especially Mrs. Cake. Although, those ponies hadn’t had to deal with fully grown adults suckling them, an experience Pinkie wasn’t entirely keen on repeating. Yes, her new employee had drunk from Pinkie’s breasts but Pinkie hadn’t felt so...numb afterward, mostly because of how brief that initial interaction had been.

Pinkie was just turning the sign to closed when Gilda, of all creatures, showed up in an onyx black sling bikini that was more revealing than she would have anticipated. Gilda had a black collar with blue flames running across with her name on it. It looked like Griffinstone was also under dragon rule, “I hope the reason you’re here is short,” said Pinkie, “I recall griffins having a bit of a poor reputation. Gilda had a surprising pair of CC-Cup breasts, the Gilda Pinkie and Twilight knew had BBB-Cup breasts and would prefer to not be caught dead in such attire.

“Oh, trust me,” said Gilda in an annoyed tone, her breasts bouncing a bit when she huffed indignantly, “I would love nothing more than to leave you all alone, but my current master finds it amusing to make me run errands for her. The Blue Flame clan is so annoying at times. Anyway, Lady,” Gilda showed some obvious disdain for the word, almost doing a fake gag, “Razel of the Blue Flame clan wishes to see Dragonlord Spike, here’s the note with the details,” she handed Pinkie a flame blue envelope with an emerald green wax seal that had blue ink etched over the insignia to show a blue flame burning through a sword. “And with that, I’m out.”

“Care to stay long enough for me to give you a tip,” inquired Pinkie.

“Thanks for the offer, pony,” said Gilda with a little annoyance, “but I have to be getting back to her territory now, I’ll pass along your offer though.”

“Now, Now,” came a melodic voice as a white dragoness about a head shorter than Spike descended in a dark crimson formal dress, Pinkie could see the dragoness decided to forgo anything under the dress to protect her modesty, “I advise you to take her up on the offer. The whole reason I sent you here was more of a test; I didn’t actually think you would encounter the Dragonlord, seeing as I was aware of the high probability of being outside his ruling city at the moment.”

On closer inspection, Pinkie could see the spines of the dragoness were sky blue and she had a pair of ivory horns that came out of the side of her head and slicked back hugging the head and stopping a few inches from the back of the dragoness’s skull while still remaining straight.

“Lady Razel, I presume,” said Pinkie, “Sorry but I’m just closing up shop here; otherwise I would be more than willing to invite you in to wait for Spike, he’s out doing a produce inspection, probably going to be out for a few hours, possibly days.”

“That’s fine,” said Razel, “just let him know I dropped in, he should know the reasoning. Come, pet.” With that, she and Gilda were off.

“Maybe you should send a griffin better suited to messages; I hear there’s a griffin named Gabriella, likes to go by Gabby, that’s probably better suited for social calls and messages. From what I heard, she should be in your territory.”

“Oh yes, the gray one with a cheery demeanor,” said Razel after stopping to hover a few feet up with Gilda next to her, “I think that’s an excellent idea, I can see why Spike lets you all go about as he does, you can have such wonderful suggestions.” With that, they were off.

Pinkie blinked a bit before heading back inside and locking the door behind her, she would need some extra cuddle time with Gummy and the other baby alligators. Sweetie Drops had already cleaned up the kitchen and headed to her new room, “We really need to have this whole fiasco fixed soon,” Pinkie muttered to herself as she headed to where the other Pinkie had for her collection of baby alligators. “I hope our friends, and the princesses, are able to find a way to fix things because we sure aren’t.

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Three hours of fun with the alligators later and Pinkie was entering her room, inside it was just as she had left it. She crashed on the bed after turning out the lights, face first, and groaned about her odd day, when she wondered how the other Pinkie could handle all this so effectively.