Pinkamena + Friends

Pinkie and Rarity lay on the fashionista's bed, Rarity naked but Pinkie still wearing her dress. The pink-haired woman looked over at her friend. "Told you."

Rarity sighed. "Alright, you win. Happy?"

"Very." She then sat up. "Roll over."

Rarity eyed her but did as asked and rolled over onto her stomach. "Why am I doing this?" She asked, resting her head so she could see her friend.

Pinkie carefully pulled off the dress and set it aside before she faced Rarity, completely naked now. "Just one more thing before I leave."

"Whaaaat are you doing?"

"Just this," Pinkie cooed as she crawled atop Rarity, letting her breasts press against her friend's back as she started to gently kiss her right shoulder.

She then slid lower and brushed Rarity's long curly purple hair out of the way before she started to kiss all over the back. Rarity let out soft moans and closed her eyes as she felt the pair of lips on her skin. She gently gripped the pillow her head rested on and let her friend do whatever she wanted.

When Pinkie felt her feet hit the edge of the bed she turned around, so her crotch was above Rarity's head as she began to kiss the fashionista's butt. After dealing with the cheeks, she spread them with her hands and began to eat out her friend's ass again. Rarity let out a deeper moan and Pinkie could see her pussy moisten.

She chuckled and finished tonguing the tight hole before she pulled back. "Roll over again so I can finish."

"Yes, please," Rarity said as she rolled onto her back.

When she saw her friend's crotch directly above her, she blushed hard. However, once Pinkie began to work her magic and lust began to fill her up even more, Rarity reached up to grab Pinkie's ass and pull her pussy up against her mouth. Both women moaned into each other's vagina as their tongues explored each other's wet womanhood.

After both had orgasmed, Pinkie rolled off her friend and sat up. "Oh! Before I forget. Do you have hair dye?"

"Huh?" Rarity asked, out of breath as she, too, sat up. She had to use her arms as support to make sure she didn't fall backwards. "What? Hair dye? Of course. Why?"

Pinkie smiled. "I was thinking of adding black streaks to my hair."

Rarity smiled lightly. "Let me catch my breath. Then, I'm sure I can make it work."

Pinkie left Rarity's room with her new outfit and look, blowing her friend a kiss before she closed the door.
As she walked the halls, she got all sorts of looks ranging from confusion to attraction. She knew she was causing boners and wet thighs as she made her way out of the dorm building. As she left, she passed by Cloudchaser, who stopped suddenly and nodded.

"Lookin' hot," she commented.

Pinkie shot her a smile. "I'll fuck you with it on next time," she cooed, before she left and headed for her car. She pulled out her phone to call the hospital when it started to ring on its own. It was Detective Sharp again. She sighed and answered it. "Hello, Sharp. What's up?"

"Were you at a fire last night?" He asked. "One with an attempted murder?"

"Oh, yeah. That. Didn't the fire chief give you the rundown?"

"He gave us your story, alright. But you can't just leave a crime scene like that."

"Hey, I was only out jogging and came upon a friend in need. I got her out and to the hospital. In fact, I'm about to call the hospital to see if they're discharging her so I can pick her up."

"Pick her up?"

"She has no one else and no place to live, so she's staying with me in my dorm until she finds a place."

Sharp let out a long, drawn-out sigh. "I need you both interviewed so I can find out what happened."

"She doesn't know what happened. She got jumped from behind and then almost burned alive. Can we let her rest?"

"Does she have any enemies that may want her dead?"

Pinkie burst out laughing. "Everyone hates her, here. She's a bully. Throw a stone, and you'll hit someone with a grudge against her."

"What about you?"

"Me?" Pinkie asked. "I understand how she was raised. Her family hates her and pretty much disowned her when she moved out. Right now, I'm all she has. Which isn't much, all things considered."

"What do you mean by that?"

"She's been bullying me, too. But I'm good at forgiveness. And I hope my gesture of good will by letting her stay with me will help her calm down."

Sharp sighed again, this time only briefly. "Alright. Just bring her to the station tomorrow so I can follow protocol and ask you and her myself. Okay?"

"Fine by me. Anything else, detective?"

"No, that about does it. Have a nice day, Miss Pie."

"Sharp." Pinkie then hung up and dialed the hospital.

Pinkamena entered the hospital wearing her goth dress and approached the front desk. "I'm here to pick up a patient."

The woman behind her counter eyed her as she scanned her outfit. "Patient's name?"

"Gilda. Just Gilda."

The woman slowly peeled her eyes away and checked her computer. "Okay..."

Gilda sat on the edge of her bed, gently rubbing her stomach. She was back in her own clothes now which was a white crop top and jeans. Her brown leather jacket hung on a hook on the back of the door. As her fingers ran over the bandages, she heard someone approaching her room. Looking up, she saw Pinkie enter the doorway.

"There's my big girl," Pinkie cooed deeply, leaning against the doorway with half-lidded eyes. "Ready to go?"

Gilda's eyes went wide. "Fuck?" She asked.

"If you want. But not here."

Gilda stood up. "What... Pinkie? What are you wearing?"

"Figured I'd try something new. You like? Rarity made it."

Gilda slowly approached her and grabbed her jacket off the hook. "It's different."

Pinkie smiled and started walking away. "Come on."

Gilda stared at her as she left. "H-Hey, wait!"

Gilda sat in the passenger as she kept staring at her rescuer. "You still haven't told me why. Why are you being nice to me? I treated you like shit."

"Yes, you slapped me and punched me, I know... You're a bitch and no one likes you. Someone even tried to kill you. So why oh why am I being so nice to you?" Gilda kept her mouth shut and looked ahead. Pinkie eyed her before looking at the road again. "I found out about you. Your family."

"Why the fuck..." Gilda started to snap.

"I wanted to know why you were bullying me. And it all made sense. No one's ever been nice to you, have they?" Once again, Gilda remained silent. "Yes, you're the I-don't-cry-in-front-of-others type... but I can tell you're ready to burst."

"What's your fucking game? Are you getting back at me? Are you planning something?!"

"You just can't accept the fact that maybe I just wanna help you, can you?"

Gilda crossed her arms and said nothing. Pinkie sighed and rested her head on her left fist, her elbow resting on the door. The rest of the drive was finished in silence. When they arrived back at the dorm, Pinkie parked her car as close to the door as possible and turned the engine off.

"Coast looks clear."

Gilda scoffed. "I don't need you escorting me to your room. I know where it is."

"I know you do. But I'm not escorting you. I'm just walking with my new buddy," Pinkie said as she got out of the car.

Gilda sighed and opened her door, letting out a groan as she got out. "Shit."

"You good?"

"I'm fine," Gilda snapped, closing the door a little too hard.

Pinkamena waited for her to start moving before the two made their way into the building. Once inside, they attracted all the attention. Some students just watched while others asked what happened. One even walked up and started to talk shit at Gilda, saying she got what she deserved. Pinkie grabbed him by the shirt and flung him into the wall. When he was about to say something, Pinkie just pointed at him. He closed his mouth and went on with his day.

"I didn't need that," Gilda said when they made it to the stripper's room. "I can handle myself."

"I know. I just absolutely hate bullying."

Gilda stopped as Pinkie opened the door. "But... What about..."

"Do you wanna bully me now?" Pinks asked, turning to face her. "We're all alone in here," she cooed as she backed into the room. Gilda followed her in and closed the door. To her surprise, Pinkie stepped right up to her to feel her left arm muscles. "And you could probably do some serious damage to me." She then ran her hands down to hold her former bully's clenched fist. "This feels familiar."

Gilda pulled away and pushed past the goth. "I... You... You're doing me a solid right now, ya know? I'd be out on the streets if you hadn't..."

Pinkie smiled and turned around to walk up behind the injured student. "If you'd like... I can give you a real show." This made Gilda turn to face her. "As I recall, you reeaally wanted one the other day." Gilda said nothing, and Pinkie held her hand out to the bed. "Sit. And I'll strip for you. Maybe help you relax after the horrible shit you just went through?"

"I thought you only did that for friends?"

"Exactly," Pinkie cooed, before she spun Gilda around to face her. "So... Wanna be friends?" She asked with a wide smile.

Gilda leaned back a little but sighed and shrugged. "Why not?"

"Great! Now sit your ass down."

Gilda slowly went to the bed and sat down with a light grunt. "Alright. Let's see what you can really do."

"My first time dancing in this dress," Pinkie muttered as she looked herself over.

Her eyes then went to her audience and placed her hands on her chest, feeling her boobs through her dress. She then ran her left hand up to her neck as her right hand slid down to her crotch. She then turned around and moved her hands up to undo the back of her neck loop. Moving her hands lower, she ran them over her hips and butt before she started to lift her dress. She looked over her shoulder and raised her dress high enough to expose her butt. As she shook her ass, she pulled the dress off the rest of the way and tossed it onto the empty bed.

Using her left arm to cover her tits, she backed up and sat in Gilda's lap. "I'll make you the same offer I made the others."

"Which is?"

"Feel free to touch," Pinks cooed before she raised her arms above her head.

Gilda smirked and reached around to grab the bare breasts. Pinkie moaned as Gilda squeezed them and kneaded them. The long-haired woman moaned as she reached her right hand back to gently rub Gilda's thigh. Gilda looked down and then back up to see the pink-haired student smirking at her. Pinkamena then stood up and went around behind Gilda, crawling up on the bed and placing her hands on the short-haired student's shoulders.

Gilda looked over her shoulder as her roommate reached around to pull her jacket off. Gilda let her as Pinkie lightly tossed it aside. She then kissed Gilda's neck and reached her hands around to rub the clothed E-cups. As her fingers ran lower, Gilda quickly pulled her crop top off before Pinkie grabbed her tits and pressed her own to her back.

"Take your pants off and I'll show you how talented I am with my tongue."

Gilda looked over her shoulder as she undid her jeans. Pinkie smiled and slipped out of her fishnet stockings and tossed them with her dress. As Gilda wiggled out of her pants, Pinkamena went around to kneel in front of her. Once the pants had been removed, Pinkie spread her roomie's legs and leaned in, using her expert skills to lap at the wet pussy.

Gilda moaned and pulled Pinkie's mouth closer. "That's it... Deeper." Pinkamena smiled and pushed her tongue inside as she closed her eyes and sucked audibly. Gilda closed her eyes as well as she tilted her head back. "Fuck," she sighed, gripping her large tit with her free hand.

After a few rounds of scissoring, licking, biting, and fingering, Gilda finally passed out from exhaustion. As she lay on her back on Pinkie's bed, the still-awake woman smiled as she looked over the sleeping student. Doing her best to not wake her, she freed the covers out from under her sleeping body and pulled them over her. Once Gilda was under the covers, Pinkie stood beside the bed and leaned in, placing a kiss on Gilda's forehead. She then got dressed in her stockings and dress before she left the room.

When she got into the hallway, she was greeted by Fluttershy. "So, that was your idea?" Shy asked. "Make her your roommate?"

Pinkie nodded. "Mmm-hmm. I actually made her pass out."

Fluttershy smiled lightly with a blush. "I like this new look."

"Oh, yeah?" Pinkie asked. "Is it the lace? The black?"

"All of it." Fluttershy's smile slowly faded.

"What's wrong?"

"It's just... you're always there for me. Yet, when you need me, I'm not there for you."

"What are you talking about?"

Fluttershy blushed more and twirled her hair with a finger. "Well... Our shower this morning?"

"Oh... Fluttershy, you don't owe me anything."

"I know. But that mentality you have... about sex with friends... I'd like to do that for you. When you need it... You know?"

Pinkamena sighed and stepped up to her, taking her by the waist. "As long as I'm not forcing you. And this choice is yours."

"It is."

"Okay..."

Fluttershy leaned in and hugged her friend. Pinkie hugged back and nuzzled the woman's cheek.