Calendar Girls

October - Pinkie’s Sweets

The sound of the door opening brought little to no attention. Barely a soul looked up from their various conversations to pay attention to a former Wondercolt walking into what could have been considered enemy territory at one time. Of course the set of giggles caused a few heads to look up, and those that did were gifted with the sight of Pinkie Pie wearing little more than a witch’s hat, a wrap around style witch’s dress, and a pair of fishnet stockings that did a fantastic job of showing off her legs.

Pinkie had never been a slim girl, nor had she ever been exceptionally fit, but she was certainly what one would call curvy. Behind her was Rarity, who was certainly dressed far more conservatively, and seemed to be fussing over the costume her pink friend was wearing.

“Pinkie, darling, I completely understand that you want to do this photo shoot, and in truth I support your decision to do so. But you must simply understand that you’re wearing a Rarity original into it, and it calls for a little dramatic flare.”

Pinkie’s smile widened, if that was even possible, and she giggled, “Oh, I know, but it’s gonna be so much fun!”

Rarity sighed, “I’m sure it will be,” she leaned against the wall, “It’s a worthy enough cause darling, but you could have simply donated to the cause yourself.”

Pinkie, not noticing that everyone was watching her, nor noticing, or caring that the front of her dress opened enough that those paying attention could see that she wore nothing but the stockings under it, turned to face her friend in her lavender pant suit.

“Silly, I couldn’t because then I couldn’t have a ‘hey look at naked me’ party!”

Then she scrunched up her nose, “And besides, I want to show him what he’s missing out on.”

Rarity shook her head, “Pinkie, darling, seriously, he’s a wonderful man, and he’s a decent sort. He’s a little backward, but considering his background I dare say he’s more normal than not,” she looked at her friend, “But I support you in this. Maybe this will be the very thing to get him off of the fence and finally ask you out.”

Almost as if she couldn’t stand it Sour spoke up, “You don’t need a man to complete your life!”

Pinkie turned toward her, and for a moment Sour felt a little intimidated. Not because the former Wondercolt was some kind of uber badass, but rather because Pinkie had curves for days. With the dress somewhat untied she could see the curves that hid under it, and it caused a very real, which she would never admit to, feeling of being vulnerable. She pulled Second closer, not because she didn’t trust him, but rather because she wanted to ensure that Pinkie Pie understood that he was her husband.

Pinkie giggle snorted, which was both annoying and cute at the same time.

“Oh I know, but I kinda had my eye on him for a while, especially since the guy writing this is doing a reference to a story he wrote a while back.”

Sour shook her head, “Ummm, what?”

“Huh?” Pinkie asked.

“What did… Did everyone else hear that?”

Rarity sighed, “Darling, when it comes to Pinkie Pie I find it best to simply not question.”

She looked at her pink friend again, “Very well, I’m sure that Tall Tale will see the calendar, and I only hope for your happiness darling.”

“Ms Pie,” Iconic called as he leaned out of the doorway.

Pinkie practically skipped to where he was, and re-tied her dress. Iconic looked at her, and then at the two sets. The bedroom would be good, but the beach was completely out. What he needed was something else. He looked around and smiled. Walking over he pulled what looked like a door frame on some sliding pads over. He glanced at it, nodded, and set it in front of the bed. The first couple of shots would be from near the bed, with the back of the stand behind Pinkie.

Since it was dark under it the lighting would be perfect to make it resemble someone standing outside and knocking on the door. He had her follow his direction, and soon she knocked on the door. He opened it, and she stood there, smiling.”

“Hmmm, we’re missing something, oh a plastic pumpkin would be great in this!”

He watched as she reached behind her head, pulled out a classic orange plastic pumpkin, which is stuffed full of Halloween candy, and stood there. He started to ask, decided that it’d be best to not question it, and instead began taking the pictures. To her credit Pinkie didn’t need amble amounts of direction. She followed what he said, moving into the door, toward the bed, leaning against it seductively, and finally untying the front of her dress. It fell open, and she shrugged it off. Her well endowed breasts seemed almost gravity defying, something he was sure had to be impossible, and she giggled as he continued to take picture after picture of her.

She lay back on the bed, and he followed her every movement, snapping picture after picture, getting various poses that went from sweet and adorable, to seductive and sexy as hell. Finally after he’d finished the roll she got up, smiled, and gathered her dress. She put it on with the kind of tender care that one would a precious gift, and then walked past him. She noticed Indigo standing there, her eyes wide, and she grinned at her.

“So, you think that if a sweet, but little introverted, man saw that he’d wish that he’d asked me out before now?”

Indigo nodded, “Ummm, sure?”

Pinkie grinned, “Good,” she walked outside of the door to the waiting area, “Rarity, I nailed it!”