I Spy, One little Pie

“Can I interest you in a… no? Okay, bye. Have a nice,” Wallflower petered out while the boy she’d started talking to kept walking right past her. “... day.”

A nice day. If only.

Maybe the day itself was nice. Summertime brought sunny days with it. It hadn’t been a particularly successful day, however, for getting new members for Canterlot High’s Gardening Club. People were busy. People were already in other clubs. People completely failed to notice she was even talking to them. It seemed to get worse with summer, as if she somehow became more invisible with additional sunlight. With a sigh, the girl set aside her little stack of flyers, close to a window. Perhaps a sudden gust of wind would pick up some of them and smack them right in the face of a student who miraculously did want to join up. Stranger things had happened. For now, she was done. This was as far as she could handle it.

After a fruitless day of trying to drum up more support for her little club, Wallflower Blush ended up slinking away. Shoulders slumped. Head lowered.

As per usual.

Even after Sunset befriended her, even after more people came to admire and help with the Garden Club, it was… hard, sometimes. People often overlooked her. People often failed to remember her. There were still moments where she almost felt like she wasn’t actually part of her own life. Like she was only peeping in. Just some peeping jane, standing outside a window looking in. Things had gotten better, but not… great.

A sudden sound caught her attention. Like… giggles? Wallflower’s head perked up. Just a bit, not too much. Just enough to take a look around. If anyone nearby was having fun, maybe—maybe she could catch a quick glimpse. She bit her lip. Was it pathetic? Maybe. But at this point, she was willing to go for a little vicarious happiness. Old habits died hard, after all, and with everything that had happened to her, she’d at least learned to take a little more joy and a little less bitterness from seeing someone else happy.

Besides, she was curious. She’d hear no other voices to go along with it. What kind of person laughed all by themselves in school anyway?

She followed the little sounds of mirth. It might have been more difficult for someone not used to listening as well as Wallflower was, but to her, it was fairly easy. It helped that nobody else seemed around this part of school at this hour. The giggles led her deeper down a hallway near the music rooms. As she got closer, she noticed the door to the practice room stood open just a tiny bit. Enough to let the happy tinkling laughter filter through. Intrigued, she crept up to the door to take a look inside. To her surprise, there was only a single person in there. She did know this one, though. Everyone in school knew Pinkie Pie. The girl made a point to have everyone know her… or rather, to know everyone, and it was very hard to forget the pink whirlwind after her usual introduction.

Said pink whirlwind currently sat on the floor, of all places, leaning against the far wall with her legs spread and nearly facing the door through which Wallflower could see her. A little pink bag sat next to her. Pinkie looked flushed, more so than usual. The reason became clear once Wallflower’s gaze dropped a little lower.

Pinkie Pie’s short skirt was pulled up. One hand was stuffed down inside her baby blue panties. Judging from the rhythmic movements of her cloth-covered fingers, Pinkie Pie was currently busy masturbating quite vigorously. Wallflower’s jaw dropped open in shock, but despite how utterly wrong it felt to her, she couldn’t tear her eyes away from the sight. She could only watch as Pinkie worked her fingers on herself, alternately letting out little moans and squeaks and the occasional subdued giggle. Wallflower grew hot around her head, shifting down on her knees to get in a better position.

Just in time, it turned out. Inside the room, Pinkie had hooked her thumb into the hem of her panties and was currently in the process of wiggling out of them. With her legs so wide apart, Wallflower had a perfect view of the pale pink girl’s darker pink pussy. With some curiosity, she noticed the area around it was smooth like marbles. Apparently, CHS’s premier party girl preferred to shave down there. She was also glistening, as Wallflower’s sharp eyes could make out. Apparently, Pinkie had been going at this for a little while already… or she just got hot very quickly.

She’d just made a mental note of all this, when her attention was drawn back to Pinkie’s upper body. She had one end of her panties hooked on the ‘V’ of her index and middle finger on her left, while her right hand drew back and stretched the blue fabric like a bowstring; Pinkie’s tongue stuck out between her lips as she aimed for the wall closest to her—she let go. In a move that Wallflower could only call impossible, the pair of panties struck it, bounced off of it, sailed all the way back to Pinkie herself, who was already waiting with her bag held open to catch it. The whole thing should have left Wallflower baffled, but then she remembered she was dealing with Pinkie Pie here.

Pinkie herself laughed again, fairly bouncing in place with happiness at her apparent victory. She stretched out one arm, the fingers at the end forming another ‘V’ in celebration. Or so Wallflower thought, since those same fingers were moved downwards towards Pinkie’s waiting puss. The shape they made, she realized, fit well over Pinkie’s labia. A fact their owner used just then. Pinkie moved her fingers over those soft folds, stroking them. As Wallflower watched, she alternated which side to caress, going for one, then the other, even gently rolling them between her fingers, giving them soft pinches, drawing along those fleshy lines and leaving a trail of girly arousal in her wake.

Soon, Pinkie moved on to another trick. One hand crept under her shirt, where her rather generous bust was hidden from sight. The other picked up a bit more of her juices, and with a grin and the shaking of silent laughter, Pinkie flicked her clit.

Wallflower twitched where she was. Seeing it happen right before her… hearing Pinkie’s moan right after while she groped at her own chest and gave attention to one of her most intimately sensitive areas, it was nearly impossible for her not to feel some kind of empathetic connection. Wallflower bit her lip to keep quiet, but it was hard for her. Her own sex pulsed as she watched. Her jeans were always tight on her, but they felt almost uncomfortably squeezing in the wrong spots… or the right spots, she presumed. A little shifting brought Wallflower some stimulation of her own. She kept one hand to lean on the wall, steady herself; the other made to rub across her pants, over her crotch. Just—just a bit. She could enjoy this just a bit, right?

Pinkie continued with her ministrations. Every flick, every touch sent her twitching and jerking in place; and with her other hand busily tweaking her nipples, now hard enough to poke through her shirt with ease, she visibly struggled to keep the sounds to a minimum. She stopped, just for a moment, only to give herself a harder flick on her pink clit. The force of it sent the girl into her biggest twitch yet. Throwing her head back in bliss, she actually smacked it against the wall behind her. Wallflower flinched in sympathy. She looked on as Pinkie’s hands flew up to rub her now aching head. Disappointment was clear on her face at the ruined moment—but disappointment, and bad mood in general, were her sworn enemies. She obviously already had a new plan of attack, Wallflower thought, the frown giving way to another grin.

With practiced ease, Pinkie pulled two items from her bag, twirled them like drumsticks, before presenting them to her unseen audience. Wallflower recognized them from her own, ahem, ‘research’ on the internet. A dildo, pink of course, and what was commonly called a magic wand. Triumphantly held aloft like a couple of magic swords, ready to call upon ancient power. They weren’t, but Wallflower Blush’s own part-time nerd-brain refused to not make the connection, perhaps out of sheer weirdness.

The two instruments of pleasure were soon set to their new task. Pinkie brought the dildo in front of her face, opened her mouth and pushed the thing inside. She rotated it inside of there, her tongue going out now and again, licking the surface, leaving a nice wet sheen. With a ‘pop’ it was pulled free again; Wallflower glimpsed a line of saliva linking it and Pinkie’s smiling lips, and she had to swallow. Her own mouth was dry.

The now spit-shined dildo traveled low, towards Pinkie waiting pussy. Pinkie put the tip against her opening, slowly pushing it further in, breathing deeply and shuddering as it went inside. The girl watching had never actually tried penetration herself, even though she had a number of toys hidden in her closet and under her bed for precisely that purpose. For some reason, she had never quite found the courage to actually try, so her collection sat at home, gathering dust. I wonder how it feels, was her thought as Pinkie Pie inserted the dildo all the way. However it felt, she seemed content with the results; her legs quivered, her little butt bounced on the floor and she ‘mmm-d’ in the lewdest voice Wallflower had ever heard out of the pink girl.

Pinkie, for a moment, seemed to simply enjoy the sensation of being so full. But she was driven to add more very quickly, in the form of her vibrating magic wand. She fiddled with the thing, until hitting the right switch to send it into a low purr and its head vibrating. Pinkie’s near-constant grin swelled in size with the new sound—even Wallflower could hear the thing. It was fairly quiet, she could tell. Her own toys, the ones she was brave enough to actually try, tended to be louder. Loud enough that she probably would be caught if she did what Pinkie did.

If she… did what Pinkie did…

Wallflower’s mind conjured up an image of a girl sitting in a public place, legs spread obscenely, and shamelessly playing with herself, knowing she could be spotted any moment. Her sweater raised above her heaving tits, nipples like diamonds, begging to be touched. Using her hand, both hands, to send pulses of pure pleasure up her spine, while anyone close enough would see everything of her. Absolutely everything. Only, the girl in her fantasy wasn’t pink… she was green.

Wallflower clenched her thighs together; that was… that was entirely too real. She didn’t like how hot that idea made her. She was feverish, or felt like it. Hot, so hot. Exposed, on display. The fake Wallflower in her mind’s eye groaned and spread her legs farther as she worked two fingers into her sex, three fingers, propped herself up to present more of herself. Look at me, Fauxflower Blush seemed to say. Look at me! Notice me! Acknowledge me! Look at me!

Wallflower pinched her leg through her pants. Hard enough to send tears shooting to her eyes. Through her watery vision, she saw Pinkie apply the magic wand to herself. It squelched in a perverted way and Pinkie moaned, relatively loudly now. With the door shut, nobody would probably hear, but like this? Wallflower heard. Wallflower heard everything.

Pinkie’s head lolled about, her eyes rolled back; she began humping the air almost, her hips straining up against the intense stimulation pressing down. And in an impressive showing of just how flexible she was, one leg casually lifted up and hooked into place behind her neck. Now the girl used one hand to spread herself and the other kept up the assault, and Wallflower could only imagine the level of stimulation her poor, abused pussy was subjected to, stuffed with rubber cock and vibed so harshly from the outside. Wallflower caught herself not blinking for far too long. She did not want to miss any of this.

The twitches, the moans, Pinkie bouncing in place, it became more, more frantic, more heated, more out of control. She was sweaty and deeply flushed, panting, murmuring things even Wallflower’s fine hearing couldn’t make out, and laughing to herself in an almost delirious way. Things went more intense by the second…

With an unheard cry, Pinkie Pie came. It was easy to tell. A full-body shudder went through her. For a few seconds, Pinkie’s form strained in place, muscles struggling and fighting against one another. Then it was over. A tired Pinkie Pie switched off the magic wand, let her hand drop to the ground, let her leg drop back down, and let herself flop over next. She stayed there, lying in a heap, still without underwear but the dildo buried inside her vagina. Her shoulders heaved with labored breaths… and then shook with the twinkling of more laughter.

Some thing never changed.

Wallflower decided the show was over. She slowly scooted back from the door, got back to her feet, and snuck away again. She had… something to do, someplace else.

It was some time later that Wallflower Blush found herself sitting on a bench outside the schoolhouse. She’d chosen a spot to be by herself, which was not hard for her, to get all her thoughts in order. She leaned her elbow on the table next to her, held her forehead, and thought.

She’d just watched a fellow student masturbate. In school. Instead of going away, or confronting her, she’d just… stayed there. Watching. Getting hot in her own skin, but not hot enough, leaving her frustrated and confused. Should she have looked for Pinkie later? Like, under some pretense, take her aside, tell her everything? Drop hints? How was she supposed to look Pinkie Pie in the eye next time and not remember her gorgeous face all red and panting and lost in bliss..?

“Did you have fun watching me?”

Wallflower froze. She felt as if her heart would give out; a cold shiver went down her back. With more effort than anything she could ever remember doing in her life, she slowly turned her head around. To where Pinkie Pie sat on the wooden table, legs crossed and shifting her upper body like she was bobbing to a melody only she could hear. Her little pink bag sat beside her, and Wallflower had a very good idea of just what she kept in there. In turn, Pinkie didn’t look at her, she had her eyes sat on something off in the distance. Wallflower hadn’t heard her arrive. At all. The ability of someone who was normally so loud to move completely silent was eerie, even to someone who drew as little attention herself as Wallflower did. She noticed the remnants of red still dotting the other girl’s face.

Pinkie giggled to herself, still staring straight ahead. "I'll take that silence as a ‘yep-er-oonie’! That makes me very happy.” Pinkie paused, the ghost of a frown flashing over her face. “Though it’s not nice to peep on people, Wallflower Blush.”

Wallflower worked her jaw to say something, anything. Words refused to coalesce. She took a breath, but the first thing that eventually tumbled out made her flinch. “Are you kidding?!” she sputtered. “You were diddling yourself in a public building! Anyone could’ve seen you!”

“I suppose,” Pinkie granted her. A wide smile parted her lips then. “But it wasn’t just anyone who saw! It was you! And you had fun, so everything went well!” At this, Pinkie turned to finally look at Wallflower. Perhaps she was imagining things, but it almost seemed like that flush around her nose turned even redder, even though her tone was as nonchalantly bubbly as always.

For a moment, Wallflower stared at her. Took in her features while her mind grappled with a new idea. She wondered if, perhaps… “... you wanted to be seen,” muttered the green girl. Pinkie reacted with another giggle, a sound warm like sunshine. She shook her head.

“Weeell, not quite wanted, it’s more… the chance of it happening makes it more exciting. The room was scheduled for me, not that many folks go there if they’re not out to practice anyways. So it should be safe, right?” Pinkie Pie shrugged and leaned back a bit as she talked. “But now and again, someone goes by. They could see! And that’s part of the fun. Can I hear them or see them before they see me? Can I hide quickly enough? It’s such a fun, fun game! You’d love it if you tried! I’m really, really sure you would! Maybe you want to join me, wouldn’t that be fun too?”

The mental image popped back into her head; of Wallflower herself, hiding in a bush, peeking out at the people walking by while rubbing her own pussy raw. It… it wasn’t like people usually saw her. They—they almost never noticed she was there at all. She—she could—

Wallflower tried to shake the thought loose again, but it just stuck inside her brain. She gritted her teeth. She tensed up—

There was a hand on her shoulder. A gentle touch. Calming. The pressure went right out of her with a deep exhale. Pinkie met her eyes then, and Wallflower had to admit to herself, those clear, blue pools were deeper than she would’ve sworn just this morning. Pinkie Pie’s fingers squeezed her reassuringly, and the pink girl nodded as she saw Wallflower relax.

“You don’t need to decide right away. Take your time, Wallflower. I understand if this is too much all at once. I may be an airhead,” she added with a slight, rueful snort and a roll of her eyes, “but I’m not that stupid. Besides, that just makes me fun! Like a balloon! I’m a balloon head! Floating up in the clouds, whee!” And she was off to another round of laughter.

Almost against her own will, Wallflower found herself giggling too. The warmth from her shoulder spread through the rest of her. She put her own hand on top of Pinkie’s, and was rewarded with the pinkette’s smile turning even more brilliant.

“You’re not an airhead,” Wallflower Blush told her. Under the sparkling gaze of the other girl, some sweet sensation bubbled up in her stomach. “And you are definitely not stupid, Pinkie. I… think I will come back to you about that offer. Thank you for inviting me.”

“Happy to hear that,” Pinkie Pie answered. Then her look turned mischievous. “I bet you have some very, very nice toys to try out, hmm? Maybe share with me? Maaaybe try them together..?”

Wallflower Blush’s blush threatened to ignite her face like a bonfire. Oh dear, this is going to be something alright..!