Pinkie Pie adored days like these.

Without a single cloud in the sky she felt the warmth of the sun’s rays wash over her pastel skin as she wandered away from the last stall on her shopping list.

The market had been busy, far busier than she was used to, but it hadn’t bothered her much. There was little she loved more than the chance to take a dip in a sea of new and unfamiliar faces and waiting in the long lines made for a perfect opportunity to get to know a whole bunch of new people.

By the time she was ready to leave, the chubby ball of energy was balancing a tower of boxes and bags in either hand, bobbing in and out of the crowds as if they hardly existed. The delicate equilibrium of the tiny towers remained completely undisturbed as she bounced and bounded her way back towards the bakery, only stopping when her attention shifted suddenly off to the side.

“Pinkie Pie! Yoohoo!!” Came a voice, singling her out from the rushing current of people around her. Pinkie’s head turned in the direction of the call and soon spotted the source: a woman a little older and thinner than herself with striking blue and green hair and a slight tan. She was carving a path through the mob, only stopping when she arrived directly in front of the pink-haired party planner, a wide smile across her face.

“You probably don’t remember me but-.”

“Of course, I remember you silly!” Pinkie cheered, taking the woman into a crushing embrace while still managing to keep the twin stacks balanced in each hand.

“Aurora Avens from Whitehorse, BUT your friends call you Aura, right?”

Pinkie released her captive, taking notice of a slightly bewildered look on Aura’s face as they separated.

“I remember every time I make a new friend.” She quickly clarified. “Especially ones from so far up north!”

The look of apprehension morphed into one of delight before Pinkie’s eyes, an event that never failed to send her over the moon. She was ecstatic to see Aura was adapting well, she seemed to have traded the heavy winter clothes she wore when they first met for a pair of short shorts and a tank top. Pinkie’s own outfit was similarly minimalist, the bakery was absolutely sweltering on summer days, so she rarely wore more than a skirt and t-shirt, exposing a slight tummy that was normally concealed behind her apron.

“When my husband and I arrived, you were the first person to welcome us to town, and we were so…impressed after meeting you we decided that we needed to do something.”

Pinkie’s heart leapt at the compliment. Lately she was meeting new people practically every day but barely ever getting to see them again. They seemed to practically vanish into town, and the extra time she’d been spending at work wasn’t helping either, it seemed as if little moments like these were quickly becoming almost nonexistent.

“So, I asked around and I learned that somebody has a bit of a sweet tooth, and my husband managed to get me….”

With a dramatic flourish she produced it, a tiny pouch with a stars and colourful streaks spread across it, reflecting the namesake of the woman who held it.

“Oh my gosh! I was just thinking I needed a new tiny bag! I have loads of tiny things! It doesn’t look all that sweet though… but I guess I could give it a try.”

“N-no its what’s inside the bag.” Aura loosed the knot at the top and spilled some of its contents into her waiting palm. “It’s chocolate!”

Pinkie gasped. “Even better!! I love love love chocolate!”

“But this isn’t just any chocolate.” Pinkie looked on as Aura held the tiny brown sphere up closer to her face. The pink haired woman felt her eyes lock onto it as it approached her, it seemed like any one of the millions of chocolate balls she had seen before, but for whatever reason she felt her eyes being drawn towards it.

“This chocolate is very special, and very expensive. We managed to get the only bag around, and we decided to do you a favour by sharing it. Do you want to try it?”

Pinkie was only barely aware of what was being said. The modest little sweet was rapidly becoming the centre of her universe. Everything about it, from the shimmer of the light on its coating to its faint aroma were becoming more and more enchanting with each passing second.

“Pinkie?” A distant echo rang out but failed to draw the now passive party planner’s focus away from the captivating confection. “PINKIE!?”

“Huh? W-what?”

“Do you want to try it?”

“Oh OH, that’s really nice of you…” It took a great deal of effort on Pinkie’s part to finish her thought. She felt like her mind was at war with her body, her sense of courtesy dueling with an almost irresistible urge to sample sweets, the former only just barely winning out. “But if they were really that expensive and that special I really shouldn’t –.”

“Nonsense, I insist!” Before she could finish Pinkie felt the tiny treat thrust itself into her mouth.

The taste was unlike anything she had tasted before, the sweetness crashing into her like a wave with such force that her knees gave out underneath her. The sound of her supplies tumbling to the ground did little to distract her from the euphoria that cascaded throughout her body from her head to her toes. She savoured every second, her tongue dancing with its tiny partner, allowing it to slowly melt away rather than chewing or swallowing so as to keep it with her as long as possible, a shiver running up her spine with each passing second as she struggled to keep herself from collapsing entirely.

When it disappeared entirely there was a feeling of equal parts elation and disappointment. Finally regaining some stability and balance Pinkie’s vision slowly returned to focus and began to roam over the toppled contents of her shopping trip.

As she began to grope for her scattered belongings, she once again started to take notice of her surroundings. The throng of people that had faded into obscurity as her attention shifted to Aura and her wonderful candy now returned to the forefront of her mind. Pinkie felt a pang of embarrassment as they stepped awkwardly around her, some whispering as they strode through the minefield she had laid in their path.

“Here, let me help you with those.”

Pinkie soon noticed that Aura had already begun collecting some of the things sown across the walkway, soon following her lead as the pair moved off towards a nearby bench, out of the way of the indifferent public.

“That was quite the fall.” Aura intoned as she sat down, a sly smile now taking shape on her lips. “When you said you loved candy you weren’t kidding, how do you feel?”

“Usually with my hands, but toes can be fun too.” Pinkie responded, still feeling a little dazed.

Aura one again looked confused. “I meant about the candy.”

“Oh right - Oh. My. Gosh. It was AH-MAY-ZING! I have got to know where you got it!”

“Well the place was pretty out of the way you probably haven’t been-.”

“Was it Choc It Out? The UnCandy Valley? The Sweets Suite? Mousse Hysteria? Confection Connection? Cocoa Cove?” Pinkie moved closer with each guess until she was practically nose to nose with her beautiful benefactor, the tingle of the delicious chocolate still buzzing in her mouth.

Aura seemed to be making some effort to pull away but was soon up against the arm of the bench. “It wasn’t a local store.” She eventually interjected. “I got it out of town from someone just closing up shop, it was the last batch.”

Pinkie felt her heart drop out of her chest at the news, pulling back and planting herself on the hardwood underneath her.

“BUT I do have a few more in this little pouch here.” Pinkie perked up again immediately. She watched with laser like focus as Aura once again revealed the starry satchel which began to seem like the most important thing in the world to her. She felt her tongue pass over her lips, trying in vain to find any reminder of the wonderful taste that was now like a distant memory to her.

Her previous reservations, the duel between desire and politeness was now entirely settled, she didn’t just want more of this candy, she needed it.

“Of course, I could be persuaded to share with a good friend.”

Pinkie felt warmth spread across her chest at the mere suggestion. “I’m a good friend! I’m a great friend!! I’m the best-est bestie in the whole world!!!”

“I’m sure you are, but we’ve only just met, I’d need to get to know you better before I could go around sharing something as special as this.” Pinkie watched her gesture with the pouch again, her eyes following it carefully as it swayed invitingly before her.

“That’s fine! We could hang out! We should totally hang out!! I could show you around town, we could-.”

“How about now?”

“N-now? Well right now I have work- Oh my gosh I have work! I’m supposed to be helping out at Sugar Cube Corners! I was supposed to bring all this stuff back with me!” Pinkie was back on her feet, stacking the boxes and already turning in the direction the bakery. “I’m so sorry, but we can totally do something later, I promise, but I need to go right now!”

“Oh of course, you go right ahead, maybe if we’re lucky we’ll run into each other again before I go back home, all the way up north and we can talk then.”

Pinkie Pie froze mid step.

“You seem pretty busy, I don’t want to take up too much of your time, I’m sure I can find someone else to show me around town.”

There was a feeling welling up within her, like water filling a sinking ship. She felt almost sick to her stomach, the sensational sweetness that had filled her just moments ago now turning bitter.

“Waitrighthereforasecond.”

In a blur of pink light Pinkie ran off, disappearing from the spot with supernatural speed and reappearing a second later absent the packages. Aside from her slight loss of breath it was impossible to distinguish the massive distance she must have covered in the span of only a few moments.

She smiled at the stunned looking Aura. “C’mon let’s go!”

“I can’t believe they just let you leave like that.” Pinkie strolled slightly ahead of Aura, watching the blues and greens of her hair gently mingle as the svelte beauty followed closely behind into the town square.

“Well the Cakes are super duper nice, plus I almost never take a day off. I told them it was important, and they just let me go.”

“You took the day off just for me?”

Pinkie nodded.

“That definitely deserves a reward.” She said, tossing a chocolate into the air. Pinkie angled herself directly under the delicious delicacy, catching in her mouth with a pleasant shiver without losing a single step.

“You really are the ‘best-est’ friend.”

“I never asked.” Pinkie said in between loving licks of the scrumptious sweet. “What made you guys want to come visit anyway?”

“It was my husband’s idea actually.” Aura responded as they rounded a corner, the fountain at the centre of town now coming into view. “He works all the time, and we live way up north, so we don’t have many neighbours. I used to have my dog Domino to keep me company but he ran away a little bit ago so I’ve been a tad out of sorts.”

“Oh my goodness I’m so sorry to hear that.”

“Its fine, He decided a vacation would be a great way for us to spend some time together and get my mind off of things, so here we are.” Aura seemed to brighten up after a moment. “And after running into you I think its starting to work.”

“That’s so good to hear, I know if my Gummy ever went away, I’d be pretty upset too, I’m just lucky alligators live almost as long as people.”

“You…you have a pet alligator?”

“mhmm! Wanna’ see? I’ve got lots of pictures.”

“Maybe later, I’d rather hear more about you.”

“Well…IwasbornonarockfarmandIhavethreesistersbutImovedtoPonyvillewhenIwasprettyyoungandgrewupherewithsomeofmybestestfriendsintheworldexceptforTwilightwhoImetwhenshecameherefromcanterlotandsavedusfromNightmareMoonandIbecametheElementofLaughterandnowIthrowpartiesandmakepeoplelaughandbakecakesandmakepeoplesmileanditsgreat!”

Aura once again took on a look of surprise.

“Um…what?”

“Heh sorry, sometimes I get a bit over excited when I tell that story.”

“That’s alright, I appreciate your…enthusiasm.” As she spoke Aura took a seat on the edge of the now nearby fountain, holding up another edible enticement. “Come, sit.”

Pinkie Pie practically planted herself right next to Aura, swiping the little sphere and taking into her mouth without a second thought. As it began rolling around in her mouth she did her best to savour every second, feeling a creeping sense of anxiety as it slowly shrank.

“I think I heard you say that you like making your friends laugh?”

“I do indeed!” She chirped, forcing the candy to one side of her mouth.

“To make people happy?”

“Pos-olutely.”

“I was wondering if I could ask you a little favour.”

As Aura spoke Pinkie felt her edge closer, her thoughts briefly fixing on the hand now resting on her leg before again turning to the chocolate still rollicking in her mouth. As Aura got closer Pinkie felt a warm breath om her ear as she whispered something, and then without thinking.

“ARF!”

Pinkie’s hands shot up to cover her mouth, she heard Aura snicker, but it wasn’t just her. Pinkie’s eyes darted over to a few people nearby and met their gaze just as they looked away, an amused expression on their faces.

“That was just perfect Pinkie!” She enthused, still half chuckling.

Pinkie Pie felt her cheeks burning, a crimson streak forming along them.

“I – I didn’t mean to – I just –.“ Before she could protest Aura had shoved another candy into her mouth. The shock tamping down on her worries but not suppressing them entirely.

“Relax.” She whispered. “I thought you loved making people laugh.”

“But they’re not – I don’t know these people – And they’re laughing at me – this isn’t-.”

Pinkie felt another orb force itself between her lips and whatever fears remained all but vanished. She almost melted from the overwhelming sweetness, forgetting momentarily that she was at the waters edge, she fell backward but felt a hand hold her steady.

Her eyelids flickered out of sync with one another, a dreamy look painted on her face as Aura looked back at her.

“You love making people laugh, don’t you?” She repeated.

“Mmmmm.”

“You don’t need to worry about what other people think, as long as you make your friend happy.”

She felt a finger drift up the gentle arc of her stomach, another hand still rubbing up against her thigh, her breath still coming up against Pinkie’s ear.

“You’d do anything for a friend who shared candies like these with you, wouldn’t you?”

“Mhmmm.”

“I’m glad to hear it, because I have a few ideas that I think would be pretty funny.”

Applejack was finally beginning to see what Rarity had been complaining about.

Finding something to lift Rarity’s spirits would’ve been an ordeal even on a good day, but this particular trip had proven absolutely excruciating. She had come to town determined to find something Rarity would love, something that wouldn’t end up gathering dust in a closet or taking up space in a basement due to their divergent tastes.

Instead She had wound up buying a little jeweled bracelet.

It was fine.

It was the kind of jewelry Rarity had far in excess, unlikely to disappear into the ether but also unlikely to help get her out of her funk.

AJ had already expected to spend all day looking, but today ‘all day’ meant only three shops. Three shops where she stood in line for hours and competed for the attention of clerks whose expertise she needed desperately, and who instead lavished their attention on strangers with fatter wallets.

So she settled on the unassuming trinket, not because it leapt out at her but because the stalls were closing and she had lost an entire day to lines and crowds, and she was now just anxious to get home.

“It’s getting a bit late now people, so let’s hear a few final ideas before we wrap up!”

Applejack’s farm-ward momentum suddenly came to a halt in the town square, the sound of a single voice drawing her attention towards an enormous crowd gathered around the fountain at its centre.

Finding an appropriate vantage point quickly proved impossible, but curiosity having gotten the better of her, Applejack began to force her way through the unyielding mob, their murmur quickly becoming a dull roar as she progressed, no doubt in response to the voice’s invitation.

Three suggestions however managed to rise above the others.

“Beg!”

“Roll over!”

“Spin!”

“All excellent ideas!” Came the singular response.

Upon finally managing to make her way to the front of the crowd Applejack froze as she looked on at the strange sight in front of her. Pinkie Pie was sat on her haunches, her waist wiggling back and forth, her blue eyes wide and her tongue lolling in and out her mouth, a thin strand a drool slowly making its way towards the ground.

Applejack’s mind ground to a halt as she tried to grasp the situation before her. Pinkie’s skirt looked to be hiked up around her well rounded hips to accommodate the odd posture she had assumed, leaving most of her rear end and her candy-striped panties exposed. Her white t-shirt was practically transparent, Applejack guessed she had been here a while, that the mist from the fountain had left the white fabric all but invisible, the curvaceous proportions of her upper body now on display, and her mid-sized matching bra preserving the final shreds of her modesty.

“Spin!” Commanded a woman perched atop the fountain’s edge, pointing a finger at a chubby pink-haired girl who immediately began to chase a non-existent tail in frenzied circles. The air filled with the crowd’s laughter, the woman above appearing to only just barely maintain her composure as she issued her second edict.

“Rollover!” She called, tracing a tiny circle through the air with her index finger, an impish smile curving along her lips. Applejack stared, frozen in place as one of her oldest friends sprawled herself along the cobblestones, the damp fabric of her white shirt soon darkened by dirt, her thick pink curls strewn with debris, and her face still wearing the same ridiculous look of joyful obliviousness.

The crowd’s laughter continued to boom around Applejack as she remained fixed firmly in place.

“Beg” She finally ordered, completing the trio of suggestions she had received.

Pinkie stopped her rotations and sat up once again. Her hands hung in front of her like little paws and her tongue was once again dangling before her, the rise and fall of her chest occurring in time with her uneven panting, rendered inaudible by the continued amusement of the onlookers that surrounded her.

The woman finally came down from her perch, tousling the hair of the expectant young lady crouching in front of her. Applejack watched as the stranger turned her attention to the assembled crowd, her eyes passing over the entire front row, including Applejack herself before speaking again.

“I used to do this with my old husky, lets see if my new pet is as smart as my old one!”

Applejack’s mind was still trying to process what was happening in front of her as the woman withdrew a tiny brown ball from a pouch in her opposite hand, balancing it on the tip of Pinkie’s upturned nose, her crystal blue eyes crossing to look upward at it.

“Wait.” The woman ordered as Pinkie wobbled back and forth, seeming to do her best to balance the tiny orb in place. As Pinkie struggled to remain stable, her apparent handler circled lazily around her. She stopped intermittently, amusing herself by playing with long curly locks of pink hair, or by tracing invisible lines along the kneeling woman’s torso, at one point even pausing to pull back on the elastic in Pinkie’s bra, watching in indifference as the loud snap sent her lurching forward, desperate to keep the little round bauble from falling over.

“Wait.” She repeated again, a condescending edge distinct in her voice as she stretched out each and every syllable.

“Ok" She eventually relented. "Go ahead.”

Pinkie flicked her head backward and the ball went flying upward, traveling in a gentle curve as it returned to earth. As she staggered backward to catch it, it soon became clear that she had misjudged the angle, the tiny ball instead bouncing off her forehead and landing on the ground below. Pinkie however was not deterred, rushing over to the site of her error and bending forward, pressing her mouth to the ground and retrieving her escaped quarry, her backside thrust out towards the audience as she lapped at the point of impact, desperate not to miss a single piece.

Applejack watched the entire display, her shock finally giving way.

She wanted answers.

“Pinkie Pie what the heck’re you doin’‽”

The crowd went silent as Applejack pressed her way into its aperture, Pinkie Pie’s head jerked in her direction, a mortified look suddenly overtaking her.

“A-Applejack I was just-.”

“And who may I ask are you?” Before she could reach her target the imperious woman swept in between Applejack and Pinkie Pie, the blues and greens of her hair dancing as she took root and halted the freckled farmer’s charge.

Pinkie spoke up from behind her, a nervous lilt to her voice. “She’s my friend Applejack, but you can call her AJ, or Jackie or – well it doesn’t matter right now, I bet you two would really get along if-“

“Quiet” the woman snapped.

“My friend and I were just providing some entertainment for these good people before we were so rudely interrupted, isn’t that right Pinkie?”

Pinkie’s head jerked up and down in absolute silence.

Applejack’s eyes shifted between the two, confusion, and anger burning within her, fighting over which was to be expressed first.

“I wasn't askin' you." She responded with barely restrained fury. "Pinkie get up, I’m takin’ you home.”

“A thoughtful gesture but unnecessary, we were just wrapping up and I was just going to take her home with me.”

Applejack immediately forced the woman aside and took Pinkie by the wrist. “I’m done talkin’ to you, I don’t know what you were doin’ with my friend and I don’t care, its over.”

“We were just putting on a show! I don’t know if you realize this but my Pinkie Pie loves making people laugh.”

Applejack glared at her.

“I know her better than anybody, and I’m not gonna’ stand here while she’s bein’ humiliated.”

“She seemed to be enjoying herself just fine, maybe I know what she likes a little better than you do.”

“We’re done talkin’.”

AJ pulled Pinkie along, her scowl causing the crowd to part in front of her as she approached.

“Pinkie Pie, stay!”

Suddenly the woman trailing behind Applejack became a lead weight, pulling the blonde off balance with her sudden loss of momentum.

Applejack turned and saw her friend looking back at the lean figure now approaching them, taking another candy from the bag. She felt Pinkie quiver as the ball was exposed to daylight but refused to release her grip.

“I think we should let her decide who she wants to spend her time with.” As she spoke, Applejack saw her take the candy into her own mouth, still drawing closer and apparently unintimidated.

“She’s comin’ with me.” She snarled back.

“We’ll see.” Came an almost indifferent response. “Pinkie, Kiss.”

Without warning Pinkie wrenched her arm free of Applejacks grasp and lunged at the woman, bowling her over in the process. Applejack watched as Pinkie planted a long, passionate kiss on the woman now partially pinned underneath her.

The crowd oohed like a collection of school children, but Applejack felt sick to her stomach. She wanted to tear them apart, to grab Pinkie Pie and scream, ‘why her?’ ‘why like this?’ ‘How could you kiss someone who treats you this way‽’

“I didn’t – I thought-.” She managed to stammer out.

Pinkie got up first, followed soon after by the other woman, her lips still smeared with the signs of Pinkie’s sudden bout of passion. Pinkie’s expression looked both dazed and euphoric, the other woman’s hand was sinking into her side now, pulling them closer together as Pinkie’s lips moved back and forth, still saying nothing.

“I think I know what she likes a little better than you do.” She said, smugness dripping from every word.

She turned to the crowd. “Sorry everybody but I think I’m going to have to call it here, me and my friend are heading home.”

Applejack watched stunned as the pair turned, she felt the footfalls of the crowd as they slowly dispersed around her, she felt terrible.

Pinkie Pie adored this night.

Warmth surrounded her from all sides, Aura’s legs were wrapped around her naked body, holding her rigidly in place. Not that she’d ever want to leave, the taste was incredible. No matter how much her tongue probed and lapped and explored she couldn’t get the sensation out of her mouth. She couldn’t shake the feeling either, it wasn’t quite hunger, it was something else, an emptiness that seemed to swallow up every other thought and emotion until it was filled, and only one thing seemed to do the trick.

She had walked home with her new friend in a bit of a haze, she remembered going to the market and running into Aura, but after that things got fuzzier. One of the few clear memories she had was of the moment the pouch ran empty on their way back to the hotel. She remembered a feeling of absolute terror when she saw it happen, but Aura assured her it was no problem. She remembered stopping off at a store on the way to the hotel, watching Aura buy a box of chocolate balls identical to the kind Pinkie ate practically every day. When the waiting finally became too much, she watched Aura pour the box into the pouch and then offer her a ball from inside of it, and then all her fear suddenly melted away. The same indescribable taste that made everything else feel irrelevant returned, and calm once again overtook her.

She heard the door to the room open, and a few footfalls approach but she didn’t let it distract her. Her mouth maintained the same steady tempo, rising and falling with the rhythm of Aura’s breathing, still staring up at the naked beauty above her, looking deep into her eyes and scanning for any hint of a shift or a change.

A deeper voice sounded above her just as a man entered Pinkie’s line of sight. “How are you liking your little present?” He asked as he gave Aura a peck on the cheek.

“She-.” Her breath hitched; Pinkie felt the thighs tighten around her for a moment, Aura’s opening spasmed and with almost robotic precision Pinkie moved her attention upward. She gently pressed her teeth to Aura’s clit, her tongue drawing soft circles around the tip, with another rough spasm telling her she had read the signals perfectly. She had become intimately familiar with every little twitch and every minor tic that Aura gave off in the brief time they had been alone together. She knew what awaited her if her performance was perfect, and had committed to memory everything that could help her get it.

“She’s great.” Aura finally gasped as Pinkie once again shifted downward.

“I heard you had some fun with her back in town too.”

She chuckled for a moment before taking another sharp breath inward. Pinkie could feel Aura’s hands dig into her hair, forcing her face further forward, burying it deeper still as she rocked back in forth in time with the steady rhythm of Aura’s own hips.

“I might have taken some time to show off my new pet.”

“Yeah some of the guys at the club mentioned as much, apparently she’s quite popular down there as well.”

“I hope -.” She began before taking another sharp breath. “I hope it didn’t cause any trouble.”

“They said they’d prefer that people be more discreet in public. But apparently this one is already a bit strange, so it wont cost us too much.”

Pinkie felt the legs on either side of her flex, their grip tightening around her, forcing her closer. She knew instantly what it all meant, and the pace of her tongue accelerated. Her captor fell backward but Pinkie would not abate, she pressed forward as Aura’s hips began to buck, Pinkie’s hands still gripping the woman’s thighs, holding her in place until a final violent lurch and a squeal of ecstasy told her she was finished.

The legs that had formed her prison relaxed soon after and Pinkie made immediate use of her newfound freedom, joining the couple on the bed while still on all fours. She hoisted herself on top of the woman lying prone on its surface, looking down at her sweaty, naked form. She felt the man’s hand run its way from the top of her head down to the small of her back, soon falling on her rear, gently kneading her backside as she wiggled it back and forth in an attempt to simulate the presence of a tail.

He chuckled. “I think she wants something.”

Aura’s clear green eyes opened and met Pinkie’s own briefly before she leaned down and ran her tongue along Aura’s cheek, doing her best to put on a pleading look when she rose up again.

She didn’t speak.

She couldn’t speak.

She hadn’t said anything in hours, it was probably the longest she’d gone without speaking in…ever. She remembered being told to be quiet but never being told she could talk again. She couldn’t bring herself to take any action that would risk her reward.

Aura produced another chocolate ball from the pouch sitting at her side. “I think you’ve earned this.” She said as she took it in her hand.

Pinkie was on it instantly. She wrapped her mouth around the treat while it was still in Aura’s hand, unable to wait a moment longer, but she didn’t stop there. With the ball stowed in her mouth, she began to run her tongue along the woman’s fingers, sucking every last spec from their tips, taking practically the entire hand into her mouth before finally releasing it and rolling aside.

Once again, she was in heaven. Every second the little ball remained in her mouth was utter bliss with every one of her senses singing in perfect, angelic harmony. It had only been a few minutes since she had last been rewarded, maybe thirty at the most, but compared to this feeling, time spent going without may as well have been an eternity.

In her rapture she hardly noticed that Aura was now upright again, not realizing it until she planted herself on top of Pinkie’s torso, the sudden influx of weight temporarily winding her, but not coming even remotely close to dampening her enjoyment of the this wonderful feeling.

Aura straddled Pinkie’s tummy, bending over and gripping her cheeks, her fingers still damp with Pinkie’s own fluids.

“Who’s my good girl?” She cooed. “Who’s my favourite little pet?”

Pinkie felt Aura continue to grind along her soft abdomen, one hand still pinching her cheek, the other kneading her breast almost absent mindedly.

“We are going to have so much fun together.”

The man made his way into view, emerging just behind Aura, still rocking back and forth as Pinkie continued to shiver and shake under the candy’s influence.

“I’ll get you a pretty little collar, and some lovely toys and-.”

“Sorry to interrupt your fun, but she is due back soon.”

Aura’s expression turned from totally joyous to melancholic in almost an instant. Pinkie felt the weight that had just seconds ago been baring down on her disappear as Aura stood herself up at the end of the bed. She barely noticed, her mind still flooded with feelings of abject elation as the tiny chocolate ball worked its way back and forth inside her mouth.

Pinkie felt herself lazily drift upward, her hand in Aura’s, pulling her upright. Aura soon leaned over, the look of disappointment still etched into onto her visage, before whispering into her ear.

“Party’s over.”

“Party’s over.” Pinkie repeated slowly.

All the emotion drained out of her, the affection that had just moments ago guided her every thought and action now a yawning void. She felt something slip out of her mouth as she said it, felt a slick object roll down her chest, leaving a warm trail down the length of her body before disappearing entirely from her reality.

Her thoughts were now singularly focused on collecting the clothes strewn across the floor.

As she pulled on her underwear, she could hear a pair of strangers behind her talking, but only just barely, as if they were a million kilometres away.

“Did you ask them while you were down there?”

“I made them an offer, they said they’d let us know before we leave.”

Pinkie finished hiking up her skirt and made her way to the door but felt something holding her back.

She saw a hand on her shoulder and felt a kiss on her cheek.

She heard a voice whisper something in her ear. “I’ll see you soon pet.”

The words didn’t mean anything to her.

The moment the hand was off she reached back for the doorknob, pulled it open, and walked out into the hallway.

Author's Note

Author Notes : sorry in advance for the long ass post-script

1) Thanks for the positive reception and all the encouragement, means a lot, hopefully this doesn’t piss away all the good will the first chapter seemed to generate

2) Democracy! (or: do my job for me) vote on whos gonna lead the next chapter, I wont garuntee that i'll abide by the result because I don’t have a full on plan and will default to whats easiest/fastest in a pinch, but hearing what people want will definitely help
https://strawpoll.com/ap951516

*Edit: Poll is over, Rainbow Dash wins with 65% of the vote*

3) Im learning I really hate naming things and people. alot

4) I know shadbase recently started a comic that overlaps with this a decent bit, but such is the issue with taking a month to put these out so I guess just trust that im not intentionally ripping him off

5) the usual thing: suggestions, comments, concerns, ideas etc. always welcome/encouraged