Seven Shades of Rainbow

Seven Shades of Rainbow

By Damocles23

Chapter Three: Cleaning Up the Mess

I just had sex with Pinkie Pie and everything is good in the world.

Even though I feel every muscle of my body tense and sore, my haunches are so exhausted that I fear they’re going to explode and I’m covered in things of which sweat is the least of my worries, the sight of the adorable pink cuddly thing at my side makes everything ‘Oh so worth it’!

She’s clutching me so tightly that you’ll almost think she’s afraid I could escape into the night. Not that I’m joking either, since I’ve her wrapped up in my wing and she’s nuzzling into it with the dopiest smile ever. The clock in her bedroom tells me that we slept only a couple of hours. I hear the sound of the rain that is still tapping on the windows, so this means I still have to stay at Pinkie's.

And the night is still young…

I gently poke Pinkie’s snout with my own, to see if she’s still sleeping. Gently, though, I don’t want to bother her.

"Psshh…Pinkie, are you asleep?”

“Nope-dopey!” she sing-songs, completely in ecstasy. “I was just enjoying your big, fluffy wings!” She reaches for my mouth and kisses me once again. A gentle good morning kiss. Not that it is morning, but who cares.

“I just had the most wonderful dream. There was the coolest pegasus I’ve ever met, my best friend and perhaps something more.” She winks at me sweetly. “That was doing me over and over and over like she promised and it was suuuuuuuuper!” She slumps down on the bed, while waving all her four legs.

I respond with the best indignant expression I could muster. “Oh, yeah? Who are you talking about? I thought we had something! I feel so used!” I put my hoof on my forehead, even sniffling a bit.

This flies over Pinkie’s head and she clutches me even harder than before, sounding extremely mortified. “Nonononono! I was talking about you, silly Dashie! I like you so much!” She once again rubs her snout against my coat, as if to savor everything of me. Even my scent.

“I guess we were both wrong,” Pinkie says, after a gentle sigh. “You messed up both me and the bed!”

“Oh, yeah, sure! Blame the poor victim of your charms…Miss Waterworks!” I have to snicker on that one. She did try to warn me about that, but it was too little and too late. In fact, she starts pouting.

“Mmhp…You’re the one that started playing dirty. And with my chocolate sauce, too! Now I’ll have to make some more.” Even while looking angry, she’s still resting upon my chest. I love when they play hard to get…

“Alright, alright I’m sorry. I’ll help you out with that. And I’ll do the laundry too, OK?” I’m kind of an expert in that. Cleaning my own mess that is. I hope she has at least a basin.

“Aaaaww, thank you Dashie Washie!” She snuggles my chest once more. “You’re really the best!”

“We passed from Dashie to Dashie Washie, now?”

“Yup! The more I like you, the cuter the nickname will be!”

I ruffle her mane immediately, not wanting to lose a single moment without showing how much I care. This elicits another happy giggle from Pinkie. Unfortunately, the magic moment is quickly lost. I notice an awful scent rising up from the sheets...and my coat...

“I think it’s time to take a bath…”

We find ourselves sharing her little bath tub, in probably the most frugal room of the entire place. A nice change of pace for my brain; all of that pink flesh quivering and moaning beneath me gets kind of loud after a while. I’m completely relaxed in her tub between all of those bubbles, my forelegs extended to the maximum while every aching part of me is rejuvenated by the tepid water. I could almost see some steam rising from the water that is refreshing my inflamed loins.

Sadly I couldn’t find the strength for a round five last night, but thankfully she fell asleep before me just when I was going to give up. My image is safe, at least for today!

Pinkie is behind me, washing my mane and gently stroking every lock to get rid of the…stuff.

Let’s call it stuff.

And not even that gently.

“Ouch! Watch out, Pinkie!”

“Sorry, Dashie Washie! But I have to stroke it really really good, if I don’t do that your mane will be all messy and smelly and I like it too much for allowing it.” She continues with all the grace and subtlety of a train wreck.

“Yeah, you know the dangers of your dark sexual power powers,” I gesture with my hooves to invoke a spooky atmosphere “better than anypony else!”

She answers by violently splashing my back with water, right on my still sensitive wing. “Youch!”

“Whoops! Sorry Dashie Washie!”

You little pink peril…

“But anyhoo,” she continues “you’re right! And, I still remember the first time that I…Uhm, well…” she hesitates, for a second.

I turn my head to see with the corner of the eye that she is ferociously blushing. I try to guess the word she's trying to say, for help her out.

“You clopped?” I never was into subtlety. Is it my fault if it’s called like this?

“I was going to say playing with myself, but that works too…I made such a mess! I’ll spare you the details, but nothing was safe that night! Nothing! And I had to throw away those sheets because they were so wet and I didn’t know what to do! The Cakes almost caught me…”

“Did you had…anypony else before me? Not that I’m jealous or anything.”

I totally am, by the way. She couldn’t be this good and still be a virgin. That wasn’t first time sex. First time sex is amazingly awkward and unpleasant. Well it was for me, at least… If you had already perfect sex on your first time, I bucking salute you and I hope you choke on your food, you lucky b…

“Yes! He was a stallion…” She looks down, seeming a little…nostalgic.

“Do I know him?”

I immediately feel extremely protective of my…marefriend? Yes, I should call her like this, now. It kind of makes me all giddy inside.

“Mmmm…kind of! He’s not somepony you see every day, but kind of.”

“Is it Thunderlane?”

“No. He’s not a pegasus.“

Well, that narrows it down a little, but I’ve still have too much suspects.

“Are you sure he’s not Thunderlane? Because I would totally beat up Thunderlane!” I pretend to give the old one-two to an imaginary pegasus. “He never cleans all the rainclouds before sunny days! He’s a lousy worker!”

Stop looking at me like that. It was totally him.

“I Pinkie Promise you it wasn’t Thunderlane, or any other pegasus…and I don’t want you to beat him up. Even if it didn’t go so well.” She starts cleaning my mane again, much more gently now. Almost absentmindedly, kind of like a reflex.

“Did he…hurt you?!”

“Nah, at first he was so nice and gentle but...it’s kind of complicated. He would say it was my fault, and I would say it was mine, as well.” She sports that vacant look again. If something is too complicated even for Pinkie, making her this uneasy…It shouldn’t be like that. It's better to change subject for now, to something less hurtful. Now that I think of it, she never said anything of this stallion to me or to the other girls. She must have had her reasons for it and I’m nopony to argue with that...

“Well, don’t worry about him anymore! You have the Dash now! I’m not the kind of pony who’s going to leave you for…whatever reason he had. Which I’m sure is dumb!”

For once my brashness is used for good. I know that she likes it. Even if I’m still being cheesy, I’m completely honest, once again. Even if I’m not letting this fact influence my whole life, I’m still the Element of Loyalty. After all we have shared together, I won’t let her go. Ever.

“Oh, Dashie!” She hugs me tightly for behind, wrapping securely her forelegs around my chest. “I knew you were the right one! You want to know how it started? I mean when I started liking you…that way?”

“It’d be cute if you did, yes!”

“Remember the day we all knew we got our Cutie Marks thanks to your super-awesome Sonic Rainboom?”

“Yeah, that was a great day.” I blush a little. “I’ve never felt closer with you girls before.”I turn around meeting her tender gaze. “I’ve never felt closer…with you…”

“And so have I, Dashie Washie…That’s when I knew you were the right one. You make me so happy, you always make me so happy... When I was a sad little filly in a rock farm or when you made love to me as a young mare…” She kisses me once again, and I taste again her pink sweetness. It’s like I can’t live anymore without it. “Do you know what I said to my sisters the night after my first party?”

“Let’s have another one tomorrow?!”

I’ll have to admit that I can be a real smartass. And she loves it so much that yet another giggle escapes from her mouth. Her rich laughter is best soundtrack I could hope for a day like this.

“No, before that, silly! I said I want to marry that rainbow…”

What follows it’s an infinite moment of awkward silence, while Pinkie still hold me dearly, cooing sweetly.

A tornado of emotions roars inside my head. Content, happiness, confusion and a little fear of commitment I feel kind of weird and completely came out of nowhere. I still don’t know how to take Pinkie...I don't think anypony knows how. But if there's one thing I know is this: hurting this beautiful pink pony that loves me so dearly is the last thing I’ll do. She is expecting me to say something. Something meaningful, something sweet, something that you expect your marefriend would say. And I know it...

“That’s the sappiest thing I’ve ever heard in my entire life!” I scream at the top of my lungs, laughing. I can still feel my words echoing in the bathroom, as if to remind of how stupid that was.
…

It made more sense in my head…

“Funny,” she answers, still with her snout buried in my mane, without missing a beat. “That’s exactly what my sisters said! And you’re the one to talk with cheesy stuff…it’s going to be so hot in here? Really?” She uses a rough voice that looks like the combination of my own and a horny stallion from a porn movie. Did I really sounded like that?

Well…it was the heat of the moment…?” And I very clearly see myself from the outside, making me want to facehoof and say: “Not helping your case, Dash…”

“Ooohhh…still being a smartass, Dashie Washie? I’ll have to punish you for that…again.” And that voice made of pure sex returns with a vengeance. I wonder what would happen if I use a good joke…

She dives in the tub and gently grabs my tail with her teeth, much gentler than AJ. She then reemerges from the tub holding my multicolored appendage in her mouth with the sultriest look she ever had. That world shattering smile once again makes me completely impotent to her charms…Her mane, even if completely wet, still maintains that curly look and falls longer than before, freeing her of the lock on her forehead, giving me full view of those eyes that just makes me quiver. Drunken butterflies go to war in my stomach. My heart beats so fast that it looks like it’s going to run away from my ribcage.

I’m hers…

She starts yanking my tail, giving it a gentle pull to make me get used to the feeling. She starts with a slow pacing, making me feel once again those beautiful jolts of electricity in my spine that tingle pleasantly in muscles of my torso, all the way to my neck. When she goes faster, but still without hurting me…much, I can feel the warmth of her lips and her breath getting closer and closer to the muscle of my tail, advancing dangerously toward my butt, using less and less space to pull.

Now it starts hurting a significant degree, but I’m so excited right now that I don’t care. Finally, her malicious snout reaches her way, as she intended from the start and I feel her long tongue giving a tentative lick to my slit, teasing it lightly.

But instead, she once again yanks my tail to the side, giving her full view of my anus and she sticks her tongue inside it. The sudden intrusion of that still sensitive spot makes me jump on my hind legs while my forelegs dangle weakly from outside the tub. As she starts wiggling her tongue, flailing it furiously inside me, my rational mind just gives up and I lose myself in that uncanny realm of pleasure she showed me time and time again.

The tension between my haunches, now a familiar companion whenever I’m with Pinkie, builds up faster and faster. So much that I’m starting to buck my hips forward at each thrust of her tongue, while I feel a delicious tickling in my walls.

Luckily, she helps me out down there rubbing my clitoris with her hoof, while she uses the other one to pull my tail, sparing no part of me from her attentions. The tail pulling gets so intense that I feel like a lash inside of me, making me lose control of my nerves so much that the muscles in my anus relax, allowing further entrance to Pinkie’s tongue, making a little liquid sound and provoking yet another mewling from the luckiest pegasus in Equestria.

I’m almost out of breath from the moaning and wave after wave of arousal wrecks me up from the… I lost count!

My head spins and once again and the fire in my loins rise, causing me to come. This time in the water so I don’t have to clean it…I come vigorously and messily releasing yet another stream of hot liquid, with such intensity and length that I fear Pinkie may have rubbed off on me. The last series of fast spurts does nothing but confirm it, and I worry a little that it won't stop. My hind legs wriggle weakly and I slump down on my haunches, still clutching the side of my tub, losing myself in that delightful afterglow.

Then I feel Pinkie crawling on my back, her soft body pressed against mine so tightly that I feel my pussy spasm once again. She leaves a trail of gentle kisses along my whole coat, while muttering her usual sweet, after sex banter.

“You taste good even without the cream! Even that nice little rump of yours!”

Once she arrives at my neck, she starts nuzzling and nibbling it delicately, with so much tender and care that my heart leaps once again. I wrap Pinkie up in my wing protectively, pulling her closer. This only elicits a soft smile before she once again assaults me with a hungry kiss, locking my lips with hers with so much passion and hunger that my neck is strained a bit.I don’t care. If a little pain is the price of this awesome sex I pay it gladly.

Also, I’m perfectly aware where her tongue was before, thank you very much. I’ll be Eewwing later.

Still lost in that kiss, our tongues dancing softly in each other’s mouth, I feel her hoof gently brushing my belly, going lower and lower. I stand on my hind legs spreading them further to allow everything that goes on in that perverted pink psyche. Finally, her hoof reaches the thing that she was after, my already wet slit. At first she gives one or two little strokes to my clit, just riling me for the job. Then, she slowly dips into it, parting my lips and spreading them further to make room for the corner of her hoof. The intrusion, this so very welcome intrusion lets my wings shoot up beside me again. Pinkie is still behind and the sudden stiffening lifts her up a bit, grabbing her from the pit of the foreleg. The busy one. Not that this stops her, in fact she’s still pressing against my lower lips.

“Oh, is that how is it, Dashie Washie?”

“Hey! I didn’t mean to! You did everything by yourself!”

“Nuh-huh! I’m just doing you! By myself!”

I gulp loudly. What have I unleashed upon me?

Pinkie makes good use of her challenge as she starts rubbing me harder, thrusting her hoof deeper and deeper inside my slit. She increases her tempo, penetrating my already moistened opening even further. I decide to help her out, starting to buck my hip forward to make her penetration easier. As my pussy begins to make squelching, wet noises at every combined trust of her hoof and my flanks I can hear that Pinkie is really enjoying it. But I think something is missing…It makes wonderful pressure inside, but by crotch muscles don’t cling as much as they should. True, the part where I can feel clamps around her hoof perfectly, and my folds and inner walls have become so sensitive after coming before that every brush, even the tiniest drives me crazy, but it almost seems like…half empty…Maybe we’re doing it at awrong angle?

A crazy thought flashes in my brain, while the rational part of my brain screams at the top of its lungs that maybe it could be a bad idea…Granted, it said the same thing about having sex with Pinkie Pie, so I don’t listen to it.

“Pinkie…wait a minute…”

“Hhhmm? Why, Dashie? Isn’t it good?”

“Something is missing…can you stop for a second? I want to try something…”

She complies removing her half inserted hoof from me, with a last wet sound leaving a trail of liquid from my pussy still attached to her hoof. I can see her licking my product giggling lightheartedly. This makes me even more eager to try this.

I turn around slowly, facing Pinkie and I put my forelegs on the tub to support myself. I use them to give me a little push so I can sit on the side. The cold feeling of stoneware against my rump makes me shiver a little since that part of me was still very sensitive to sudden contact and the tongue of an over excitable pink pony. I lose my balance, starting to wobble because of this little stunt only for Pinkie to instantly grab my shoulders to not let me fall. We exchange a soft smile and our gazes lock…Whenever I see those eyes, everything feels glorious and beautiful...

I start to slowly spread my legs, showing her full view of my slit. It is wet enough and her hoof job opened enough, allowing me to show my pink inner walls. I nod, hoping that she’ll get what I have in mind.

Thankfully she gets it, and starts licking her lips and rubbing her hooves together. Then, she leans her hoof against my entrance before starting to delicately thrust. Finally she starts to enter me…Finally! This time I can feel all of my folds clamping around that hoof and I revel in the stretching sensation. She keeps thrusting, working her way in deeper and deeper and looking very concentrated while doing it, with her tongue sticking it out at the side while her blue eyes inspect every inch, trying to find a way to do this as good as she can.

I want to tell her she’s doing great but, since I’m gasping at each stroke I can’t say a word. Maybe my satisfied look will be enough, since before I notice I’m already a gasping, moaning mess. At each thrust of her hoof she goes deeper and I can feel that sore aching between my legs. It’s the kind of pain that is good for you, like stretching a muscle. As her leg start entering me I can feel her head leaning forward on my belly and she starts giving me her trademark flurry of little kisses.

The kind of kisses that both comforts and excites me.

Then I’m noticing I’m not doing anything for her…

As thrusting and kissing becomes more frantic and desperate and my mind is completely allured and dependent by this sheer goodness, I start planning another crazy thing. I lift my hind legs, trying not to fall for real this time and concentrating all of my balance on the one remaining, trying to find with my hoof her pleasure hoof. I wander aimlessly in the nothing until I find something wet, swollen that makes Pinkie yelp when I touch it.

“Whoah, Dashie! Not there!”

“And why?” I manage to say between a gasp and another. “This time I know...uhn…and you can’t do…”Another series of thrusts. Her tempo increases and, Celestia this is awesome, I don’t want it to stop.”Too…much damage!”

I brush my hoof against a little fleshy button that I assume it’s her clitoris. Her satisfied face on my belly does nothing but confirm it, so I can finally start to repay her.

My brushing and her pumping combines in a dance of pure lust and affection we have for each other. My leg is completely moistened by Pinkie’s lubricant and I feel distinctively every drop, while my crotch is completely on fire and my hips jerk violently on my own.She pumps harder and harder, causing my pussy to make so much noise that it looks like it’s going to break but wave after wave of pleasure assaults my body. I can feel the last sudden twitches of my sex as I finally come, this time much more abundantly than with Pinkie’s rimjob.

Pinkie removes her hoof at the beginning of my stream and opens her mouth, pressing it around my folds, licking and swallowing every single drop, following with a slurping noise.
I lay back down in the water and Pinkie moves out of the way, only to rest once again upon my chest, nuzzling it gently. I’m a bit disappointed by the fact I didn’t make her come…How to waste my efforts, indeed…

“Whew…You did all the work for me…”

“It was wonderful, Dashie Washie…Don’t worry.”

“Just let me rest a bit…and…”

I’m panting even faster.

“I’m good, Dashie. Let’s get some sleep. You can try again tomorrow…”

“Ah, okay…But tomorrow night I’m going to do you so hard that…” She shuts me up with a sweet kiss on my lips. Then, she leans forward to my ear, whispering softly.

“I know you will.”

My spirit is strong, but my flesh is weak. I really need some rest. We finish our bath, well the second one. The first one was for cleaning us up the first time we did it.

We make your way back upstairs and she doesn’t want me to help her with the bed. As I watch her frantically replace the sheets covered with…everything, I can’t help to feel a little useless.

“You sure you don’t want a hoof, Pinks?”

“Oh, don’t worry. I can handle this!” She lays out the fresh new sheets over the mattress, the old ones crumbled up in the linen basket. “I was joking about the mess and everything and you so need to rest!”

The aching in my flanks just confirms it.”Ok, Pinkie. But tomorrow I’ll at least help you out opening the bakery. How about that?”

“Oh, that would be wonderful! Thanks Dashie!”

“No problem. I want to make up at least for the chocolate.”

She launches a sultry look from over her shoulder. I can’t help but wonder if she was always with good with that or learned it for the occasion. “Was it any goooood?”

"Sure, but now we know who tastes better!" I waggle my eyebrows at her, seductively. Well, at least I try to. For some reason my jokes are so cheesy when I'm with her. Or maybe they are and I make them so because she likes them. Or maybe she just likes me... That genuine rich, laughter that follows every time can't be faked. She never faked anything...

"Ahahaha! You're so funny, I didn't know you were so funny! You just can't stay without making me smile every two seconds, right?"

"Nope!" I say proudly. She then hops onto her bed, waggling those flanks as she burrows herself under the blanket. I can feel my mouth watering a little, but for once I listen to that part of my brain that tells me that I'm just too tired to do it again. So I glide under the blanket, joining Pinkie, who quickly welcomes me with a kiss.

"I love you Dashie Washie," she whispers it to me, before nuzzling my chest and slowly falling asleep. Before this happens, I want to tell her. Before it's too late.

"I love you too, Pinkie." I say to her while gently wrapping her up in my wing. She shows her appreciation by tugging it under with a smile, before slipping in the land of dreams.

I know I should be asleep right now, but I'm just too excited. My heart pumps inside me and reminds me that I'm alive and the body heat of the mare beside me reminds me that I'm loved.

Because I have somepony, now.

My very special somepony.

And I know I’ll never be alone again.

Not with her.

Her enthusiasm, her affection and yes, even her randomness, fills me with trembling glee. I’m kind of jealous of her…She liked me for so long and she found the courage to make the first move with me so quickly. And a second, a third move, too. She reminded me of something I’ve always known.
I’m a mare of action. Just like her.

With some chagrin I have to admit that she can live faster than me. I can’t forget of how dull and addled by my weakness and obsession for AJ I was there. Selfish even. Pinkie remembered me that I’ve brought us together. I shouldn’t be jealous. Not of the wonderful friends that I have.

Well, maybe seeing those two smooch repeatedly at the sleepover because of causality gone mad was a little too much for anypony!

I live fast because you may never know when good things will come to an end. And I felt like I was wasting time, time I could’ve spent trying to be happy.

But now that’s over. I’ll never do this to Pinkie. Not even a second.

The next day, I wake up thanks to the first rays of Celestia’s sun that comes from the window of Pinkie’s bedroom. I’m a bit surprised of knowing that the storm is already over, but then again, I never looked at schedules that much.

I thought that maybe they could’ve needed me for the cleanup, but frankly, I'm afraid Flitter would kick me out once again. And this time, she would bring some other ponies to gang up on me.

Especially Snowflake. I could take on Thunderlane, but…Snowflake?

I rub my eyes to get rid of the last remnants of sleep and I don’t see Pinkie at my side. I’m almost at the point to call her until I see the pink pony coming from the door, bringing with her a tray on her nose and humming a happy song.

"Good morning, Dashie!" She puts the tray in front of me. There are some chocolate chips cookies, a bowl of milk on the side and even a cup of hot coffee. There's even a chocolate covered cupcake in there.

"Is this...for me?"

"Well, Duh! I woke up a teeny bit earlier than you and I thought that my Dashie Washie would wake up a bit hungry after that night of awesome sex and I would be a pretty terri-bad marefriend if I didn't make you breakfast at least once."

Marefriend...That word still makes me all tingly inside. My marefriend...who is so nice and funny and cute and who's also missing a few screws. And I love that about her.

I love...Her.

"So...you're telling me that I get sex and cookies? Best.Marefriend.Ever!"

Now I said it. It's official...

Thankfully she reacts even better than I thought. She starts jumping into place like an overexcited filly and squealing.

"Eeeeeehhhhh! Thank you! Thank you!" She thumps loudly on the wooden boards. I hope nopony is downstairs. They'll probably think unkind things of the two crazy mares upstairs, thinking they're doing the most immoral things.

Come back yesterday, guys. Show's over.

"Now Dashie," she continues. "You have to eat, so you can get your mojo back and you can do all of the things that you want. Like flying around, being awesome, napping on clouds, having awesome sex with me and..."

"Wait, repeat the last one..."

"Napping on clouds! You like napping on clouds. Maybe I should come with you next time. A little Cloud Walking Spell from Twilight and we can nap together. Or maybe we can have sex up there if you don't to sleep."She wears a sheepish smile leaning closer to me. I don't why I always worry whenever she uses that smile and there's food in the same room.

“Whatever you want…Weirdo!” We both chuckle at that one before I start eating. I take a sip of coffee first. It is very good, very warm and not too much sugar. I already had my share of sugar last night. I don’t know when she baked those cookies. They can’t be fresh, unless she started baking them tonight, but they’re still good, especially dipped in milk. As I’m munching one of them, Pinkie’s expression goes from being relaxed from being puzzled.

“What’s up, Pinks?” I ask her.

“There’s something on your neck. Let me check…” She leans closer, inspecting the spot with care.

“Ooohhh!”She looks extremely surprised. So surprised that I can see the hint of a blush.

“What’s that Ooooh?” Why are you making an Ooohhh?”

“Oh, this is so worth a Ooohhh!” She lets out another embarrassed giggle. She grabs a tiny mirror from the drawer. “Look!”

And then I look. Nothing could prepare for that sight. The most horrible, embarrassing thing that could happen to a pony. Something so horrifying and unnatural that makes my wings tingle with fear. Something that I would’ve never thought I’d had to face, but now it’s right there and I’m completely unprepared. It is so horrible that I fear that if I let my guard down it could devour me and everypony I care about. It was…

A hickey!

A huge, swelled, pink lovebite that winks at me, ready to scream at the whole world every single one of my illicit activities! Obviously Pinkie finds this hilarious…

“Ahahahahaha!Ahahahaha!” She falls on the floor with laughter while I’m right there panicking. I jump out of the bed, trying not to let the tray fall and I start flying around in circles. Normally I wouldn’t be panicking so much for something this stupid, but like I said, I’m not much prepared for those things. Also, that hickey was icky.

And yes, it was my first one. Don’t laugh.

“OHMYGOSHOHMYGOSHOHMYGOSH! Kill it with fire! Does it show much?” I ask, hoping for a sensible answer.

“Mmmm…Maybe if you turn around…but don’t worry Dashie!” She then goes for the wardrobe and starts to rummage in it. “I have something for you”. She pulls out a blue scarf. I immediately put it around my neck, trying to cover the evidence. It’s difficult because it’s just so big!

”Wow! It’s looks much better on you!”

I’ll have to admit that she’s right. It’s of a paler shade of blue compared to the one of my coat, which only makes it stand out more.

“Thanks, Pinkie. You really saved me…”

“No problem! Now, shall we go downstairs?”

At the start of this new day, I remember something that I shouldn’t be jealous, yes, but now I think that’s my turn of shoving my relationship down everypony’s throat. Especially Applejack’s and Rarity’s throat…

An evil plan forms into my mind...

Today is going to be a very fun day...

Author's Notes: This time tried a combination of Amanda Palmer and the Sucker Punch Soundtrack. You can say what you want about the movie but Search and Destroy is a wicked track.