The King Of Nothing

WARNING!

This chapter can get a bit steamy, read at your own risk. I have mark the start and end of the steam part in case you wish to avoid it

The sound of running water continued to fill the bathroom, accompanied by the sound of heavy pants. The water continued for an extended period of time until it finally stopped once Amon turned off the sink's water and kept his hands submerged in a pool of the same.

The fog from the hot water still permeated the place, allowing him some semblance of security as he felt like he was hiding from something. After what felt like an eternity, Amon retrieved his hands and cleared the fog on the mirror before him to stare at his reflection and then at his right hand in a combination of confusion and shame.

What in heaven sake did I do?

Amon questions himself as he stares at his hand and remembers the events that led him to this very moment.

Half an hour earlier,

With an exhausted sigh and looking at the ceiling, Pinkie didn't waste time telling Amon her story.

"Just as Fluttershy told you, dating wasn't easy for me. My cheerful and upbeat style of life was great for making friends, but it was a burden to keep some ponies. Don't get me wrong, I was part of a relationship here and there, mares, stallions, both. I even had a fling with a golem once." Pinkie started to list off, going into a tangent.

"A… golem?"

"You don't have those in your world?"

"Only in stories, and they are more like walking tanks without life per se…kind of. It's complicated."

"Well, here we have them, too, male and female. Let me tell you, they are more delicate than you imagine." Pinkie laughs at the memory before shaking her head. "But I'm getting off track. The point is… I dated a lot, but I never reached the bed, mind you. That… that was part of the problem."

"Because they never took it seriously?" Amon asked, feeling what the issue might have been.

"That or I didn't take the relationship seriously enough because I often take things too lightly or don't read the room all that well. My partners always end up breaking up with me, saying I'm too childish and immature, which I was, granted, but still, it always hurt a little."

Pinkie admits in shame before closing her eyes, "And then things took a turn for the worse with the hunters."

"They… they didn't force themselves on you or anything, right?"

"Oh heavens no! Nothing THAT bad; it went the other way, actually," Pinkie admitted with a sob and a smile as she looked at Amon. "But the idea that you think they wanted to do that to me in some twisted way makes me happy; thank you, Amon."

"Pinkie, that is a horrible thing to say! Never say that again. You need to love yourself more and…" Pinkie silenced him with a firm hug, as she didn't want to let go.

"You don't know why, but what you just said makes me even happier now! And I need to explain the reason properly."

"Ah… okay?" Amon could only reply, still confused by her sudden mood swings and slightly horrified at how Pinkie was happy by what Amon was fearing was a bad thing.

Ending the hug, Pinkie resumed, "As I was saying, and I know this doesn't make much sense, but when they saw my friends, the hunters saw mares to courtship as a ticket to fame and fortune. When they saw me, they saw a clown."

Pinkie clears a tear before she can continue. "My child, like nature and immaturity, must have reached the ears of those creeps and got the idea that I had the mindset of a six-year filly and most likely asexual. Ponies stop viewing me as a mare and start seeing me like this innocent child that should not be touched."

"Wow, Pinkie, I… I honestly am not sure how to reply to that." Amon was at a loss for words and how to partially console her since, from what he was gathering, Pinkie, in a way, escapes the gaze of perverts and the worst type of creeps.

"Then maybe this could help. Do you think it's bad that mares view you as a sex object? Well, the other extreme is equally bad, Amon," Pinkie exclaimed in frustration. She clenched her fist before lowering her hands and head and looking ahead.

"Yeah, I love parties, making ponies smile and laugh, and lots and lots of other things, like frosting. Oh, so much frosting." Pinkie started to drool before realizing what she was doing and pretending to cough. "But I'm also a mare, and like anyone else, I like the idea of being wanted and loved in that special way, to feel sexy to feel…desired" Pinkie finally confess as she hugged herself

"And because of your exes and those weirdos, anyone that may like you loses interest or thinks that it will go nowhere then, so they stop trying and you were viewed as something you didn’t want or liked, didn’t you?" Amon speculates as Pinkie nods.

"I didn't notice it at first, but even those weirdos asking me on dates kept treating me like a filly and didn't put any idea of romance or effort in, they didn’t try to courtship me and that was stringed the most! All dates were the same, with them just taking me where you take fillies so they play around, like arcades, amusement parks, etc. Granted, I still loved going there and had a blast and a half, but COME ON, it's still a date! You can be romantic there too!" Pinkie exclaims in frustration, complaining at no one in particular

"But no! No romance for Pinkie; instead, they just thought of that as a chore like babysitting, and when I tried to put a bit of the mood, they viewed my efforts like a kid that got a straight A+ on an exam card or made a drawing for the fridge. It was humiliating and, in a way, eye-opening."

Pinkie took a deep breath. "It was at that moment that I understood how and why my other partners gave up on me, and that hurt so much. So when Marcus came into the picture and finally treated me like a mare. Well… it was like taking a sip of water after being trapped in the desert for so long."

Pinkie smiles and looks at Amon. "Granted, it was bad water, instead of the good water, like crystal-like water that is even sweeter and hydrates you! No, I'm talking about ambient water that has been on the corner and tastes bad, like metal or even wood or…"

"...really bad?" Amon replies, smiling lightly when he sees some color returning to Pinkie's fur as she nods.

"Exactly, he came and told me: Hey baby, is that cream with that Jell-O? Or are those just your flanks?" Pinkie imitates Marcus before laughing. "By Celestia, that was probably the worst flirt I ever heard!"

Amon can't help but chuckle, too. "Yeah, I have zero experience or ever tried to flirt before, and even I have to say that is just bad, offensive, cringe, and just…no."

"RIGHT?!" Pinkie points at him, "It was so pathetic, but…it was still something, so I played along, and even though he was a meany, even though he did those things. He treated me differently; he made me feel like a real mare. It might have been toxic, but thanks to him playing with my special little place…"

Pinkie's hand wandered south in memory as Amon realized what she was implying: "...even after all of that, he and Rarity made me feel like a mare again. Well, mostly Rarity, I could barely feel Marcus when we reached the bed, and after he was done with Rarity, he was pretty much spent, so Rarity had to step up with a dildo once our pussies were sore with how much we ground them against each…"

"Okay! Okay, stop!" Amon stops Pinkie as he feels the blood going south and his face turning red from the tangent Pinkie is getting at.

"I got the picture, Pinkie. Dear god, I… I have a picture burned into my mind now. God, I don't think I will be able to see you or Rarity in the eyes for a while now," Amon complains, turning away at the steam detail.

Pinkie looks at him in surprise before giggling and feeling proud of herself.

"Sorry I… I tend to get sidetracked, but the point is. I felt love and happiness with them. I felt like I was getting away from being Pinkie, the child element of Laughter. I was Pinkie, the MARE of Laughter, and was treated properly."

She sighs content and looks ahead of her. Amon manages to calm down and see her once more. "And that is when the nicknames, Eskimo kisses, hugs, and all that started. I finally understood better what it was like to be in a relationship, and by Celestia, I was determined to make it work no matter what, for pony sake!"

"And I just ruin it by revealing the secret."

"No, you didn't ruin a thing, Amon; just show me the problems I chose to ignore. Fluttershy was right, Marcus was hollow, he was no different than other creeps, he was subtle, and I was desperate for a compliment; I wanted to feel like someone viewed me more than just a funny clown. And now I’m kind of scare on what that means, if words get out that I can be so easily manipulate. If ponies start thinking I would open my legs with so little effort I…I dread to imagine"

"Come on, Pinkie. Of course, you can say no. And not everyone views you as that. What about Rarity? And your other friends after…what you two have made it impossible for her to go back to see you the same way," Amon tries to console her.

"I know, and Rarity already told me as much, and I'm thankful for that, but… still, I need something to help my resolve, which is why I thought of you. Amon, have you ever wondered?"

"Wonder what?" Amon question.

"Come on, don't tell me you weren't curious. You were in Equestria for years; thanks to Marcus, I know human and pony anatomy is not THAT different. Or do you have a weird plant thing in your bellies, scales, rocks, or…?"

"...let me stop you there, Pinkie!" Amon stops her from going on, "And I see what you mean. Yeah, we are not that different when it comes to anatomy. The horns, tail, hooves, and wings are the main difference."

That interests Pinkie as she leans back. "That is what I wanted to hear. Amon, this will start sounding like a broken record, but when you kissed me when we met, it felt nice, not only because it felt nice, but also because it felt nice."

"...you felt that it was real? Even if it were wrong, I would treat you like a mare, not a silly filly. Like I found you attractive?" Amon starts to list surprising Pinkie.

"Wow, can you read minds? Oh! Is that like an alicorn thing? Can the princesses and Twilight do it?" She gasped in realization. "Maybe only male alicorns can do it!"

"Pinkie, focus, focus," Amon asks her for her attention. "I was just guessing, and… it's kind of sad. If a loser likes me…"

"NO!" Pinkie suddenly went into his personal space. "Just like you told me earlier, don't say those things about you, Amony. You are NOT, nor were you ever, a loser." She stood back as Amon was once again taken aback.

"Not to us, not to me. You help us a lot. In ways you don't fully understand yet. I need your help again; I asked if you saw me as attractive. Amon, please help me confirm that I'm sexy; help me have confirmation that I'm not viewed as a silly filly but a mare that can be as desirable as anyone else."

"Pinkie, I think you are confusing things here," Amon says, grabbing her hand. "I'm sorry all of this happened to you, but considering everything. Don't you think anything I say would be shallow? Of course, you are sexy. I consider you sexy, but you don't need me to do anything else to confirm it; heck, you don't need to do this; doing anything else would be for the wrong reasons; you would be substituting one vice for another. You don't need anyone's approval."

Pinkie remains quiet for a moment before sitting back on the edge of the bed.

"That is not how I see things," Pinkie shakes her head and then comes up with an idea: "What if this is more just going with the emotions? And I know how to set the mood. What if I told you that there is a way to fix your issue?" Pinkie mentions out of the blue.

"What?" Amon asks, perplexed.

"Of course, it will not be the same, but what if I tell you of a way for you to return to being human? Furthermore, being on something closely resembling your world is a start-over. With a guarantee that things will go better than your old life."

"There is a way? I can go back to a semblance of normality. No more magic or crazy cults or…? Wait, how did you know my previous life was…?"

"...does it matter right now? See Amon, you are happy, and I'm happy. Don't you want to do something about it? Two friends want to do something about that, so why not use that as an opportunity? You that have never been with a mare, and now have a golden opportunity to learn and I, to have the opportunity to experience something I'm curious to learn… and teach, don't you find it even a least intriguing?" The way Pinkie lingered on the last word and how she said something so innocent was strangely working on Amon.
"Don't you want to learn about mares and our happy place?"

Amon was short on words as he could only gulp and start to sweat. "Y-your happy place?"

Pinkie smiles and gets closer. "There would not be any string attached, I…I want to pause the idea of dating together, but before doing that, I want to feel like a mare one last time, not only because of the kiss but because I need it for my mental sake. Amon, I need this. I know it doesn't make sense, but you doing this will help me see charlatans and not summit to the next weirdo that compliments my jelly or puff cakes."

Even if the names were childish, Amon still blushed, knowing what she was referring to as his eyes subconsciously wandered south to her chest as the robe was slightly open, revealing some cleavage as

Amon got more aware of how big her boobs could potentially be.

"I wish to repay you for helping me realize I was in a bad place and how easy I felt for the tricks of a hunter. Amon, why don't we help each other? Please help me be more aware and capable of resisting, and in exchange, allow me to teach you and be happy in your skin. Wouldn't you like that?"

She suddenly smirks. "Besides, I bet part of you also has wonder, don't you? If you have never been with a mare or any woman before, haven't you ever been curious about learning more about us? Even if only once?"

"I…"

Dear god! I'm considering it!?! She permits me, and I don't want her to feel sad or rejected. Plus, if it helps her scare away creeps and protect her from something really bad… B-but I… they, this place is so friendly, and after everything, I say to Fluttershy, I… I…

"It all has very good points, and you say it will be just learning and helping one another. Plus, a smoking hot mare is just offering me. B-BUT!" Amon shakes his head to recover some semblance of control. "...but Pinkie, what you are saying. This is crazy!"

"And what is wrong with being a little bit crazy?" Pinkie asks, placing her hand on Amon's shoulder. "Look, Amony; you spend much time being scared, hiding, and resentful; bad ponies did terrible things to you. You deserve a break, a moment for you to stop being cautious and just go with the flow. Nothing is wrong with being a bit naughty, especially when I'm giving you the ok. Don't you want to be naughty? At least just a tiny bit? It will just be us buddies."

Amon remains quiet and looks at the ceiling, finding her invitation increasingly enticing: "...and you would be teaching me how to play with…ah, your happy place?"

Amon finally relents, finding his curiosity winning over and starting to forget his reasons for declining her offer, yet he is still pretty much scared of the idea.

The comments excite Pinkie even more as she nods rapidly. Her mane somehow starts to inflate and becomes more messy as a result.

"Everything you want to know and maybe one trick or two if you like. And if it becomes uncomfortable for one, we stop immediately. How does that sound? OH! And I know exactly what to teach you. Want to learn the mare meter brainmelt?"

"We should stick to the basics and see where to go."

"Eh, fair enough, but I should tell you, it's easy, it's awesome, and we both would love it!" Pinkie says in excitement as she jumps in bed as if she is about to play some kind of game.

"I will take your word for it then," Amon can't help but chuckle before getting more serious. "Also, I have two conditions: I'm new to this, and I don't want to make things awkward later, so clothes stay on, and we focus on you."

Pinkie can only blink a few times. "Don't you want to feel good too?"

"Yeah, but trust me, it's better that way. I'm not mentally ready to go that far yet."

"Ah, got it. Yeah, it's better to take things easy, then. I can respect that," Pinkie nods, maintaining her excitement. "Sure, I can agree to those conditions. It's a shame because I wouldn't mind showing me my puffy cakes, but maybe we could save it for another time."

Amon tensed up and ignored that last part before resuming their situation. "So… as the expert, I would need your help, Pinkie. How exactly do we start… this?" Amon asked, pointing at himself and Pinkie.

Pinkie, in response, could only giggle and lean forward; Amon could swear a saxophone was starting to play as she spoke with sultry eyes. "As I say, let's just go with the flow, Amony. We can start simply enough; lend me your hand."

Amon does so, and Pinkie guides it until Amon places his palm on Pinkie's right cheek as she smiles calmly and looks him in the eyes. "Now, just don't question anything and follow your instincts. There is a mare, a beautiful mare, in front of you. What do you do? Don't say, just act"

Her words help him relax as he keeps staring into her eyes, ever vigilant so as not to make her uncomfortable. His actions start simply enough: a simple brush with his thumb, followed by the movements of his remaining fingers. His other hand reaches up to Pinkie's hip, and he slowly pushes Pinkie into bed and then slowly gets his face.

Pinkie giggles softly, not seeming discontent with his action. She grabs his other hand, helping him move with more resolve.

It takes a second before Amon realizes how Pinkie was helping him reach her ass while the hand on his face was now on her neck and slowly going down.

"Pinkie I…"

"It's okay; it's even flattering". Pinkie stops and keeps his hands in place, thinking he is starting to get embarrassed. "You can be as naughty as you want. Do you still want me to keep my clothes on?"

Amon nods slowly before smiling. "I don't know why, but it makes things hotter somehow."

"I know. I feel the same. I think my heart is accelerating."

"Mine too," Amon admits, and the two share a laugh as Amon seems to reach his first goal. He grabs a handful of Pinkie's flank with his entire hand over the fabric while his other hand gets inside Pinkie's robe. Then he finds another piece of fabric, this one more elastic and feeling like some rubber shirt.

Keep eye contact with Pinkie. Amon doesn't think and gives Pinkie a soft yet long kiss. She accepts with closed eyes as Amon's fingers slip underneath Pinkie's bra, the alicorn in pure bliss as he gets to experience the soft, voluminous texture of a boob for the first time in his life, intrigued and pleased with the fluffiness her fur was providing increasing, even more, the experience.

One of Pinkie's hands was intertwined with the hand Amon was using to massage her ass, guiding it in circular motions, while the other was grabbing Amon's face while they continued to kiss.

Their make-up session is suddenly interrupted when Pinkie gasps in time for Amon to feel a rugged mount at the top of the hill. He retreats his fingers slightly to see Pinkie in concern.

"I'm sorry, Pinkie; I didn't mean to scare you. I didn't know your nipples were sensitive." Amon apologizes, but before he retreats the hand on Pinkie's chest, she stops him, grabbing said hand.

"It's okay, Amon. Don't worry, that one was a good gasp," Pinkie explained, panting a little.

"A… good gasp?" Amon repeats, slightly taken aback, as she nods. "Oh yeah, we mares had tons of it, and there is a way. It means we like what you are doing and want you to do it a little more. Do you want to learn?" she asks in excitement and a bit of trembling. "Please say yes."

"Well, I would like to know more about you."

"Yay! B… but that means we should stop kissing lessons. I need to explain after all, and it will be all mumble and hard with my tongue and your dancing tango." Pinkie continues, "It's not impossible, but why risk it, right?"

"Right," Amon nods, getting used to Pinkie's antics.

"Okay, in that case, let's continue, and you better massage Puff too, or she might get jealous," Pinkie warns him.

"Who?" Amon asks.

"My booby, silly," Pinkie says before pointing at her left nipple. "That is Puff, and you are playing with Trouffle, or Truff for short."

"You named your boobs?" Amon asks, blinking a couple of times.

"Well yeah, all mares do; you better remember it, Amony; it good matters to address them correctly if you are gonna play with them."

"O…k." Amon nods, slightly confused, but decides to continue. Accepting the fact and enjoying the sensation and triumph of finally being able to be granted access to touch a real-life boob.

"Okay, lesson one, circle," Pinkie starts. "This one works on boobies and tails, just lend me your other hand."

Pinkie grabs the wrist of the hand on Her flank and, with the help of her tail, which seems to be gaining some control, moves the side of her robe so she can place Amon's hand on the end of Pinkie's back where he feels the base of her tail.

The slight touch sends a shiver down Pinkie's back before she continues, "There we go, now circle the edge of my tail clockwise while you pinch my nipple. If you want, you can give it a slight twist, too. The nipple! The nipple! Let go of the tail!"

Pinkie yells/clarifies as Amon seems confused and pinchs the base of the tail.

"Sorry," Amon stops and would have retreated his hands if not for Pinkie keeping them in place.

"It… it's okay, rookie mistake. The pinching there it for the end," Pinkie clarified between paintings as she recovered from the sensation. "Okay, let's try again; I will tell you when you can twist real hard."

Amon nods and complies, loving every second of the experience as he gets to play around with the woman's body; what was more, he was learning how to play correctly with it, with various actions and movements in what he could only describe as the most erotic and bizarre massage he has ever done.

At some point, Pinkie could only gasp and moan in between paintings, so she had to resort to letting go of her right hand and charade the next movement she wanted Amon to do while twitching uncontrollably.

In the heat of passion, Amon kept exploring Pinkie's body inside and on top of her clothes as he kept his promise and did what he could to keep his eyes fixed on Pinkie, who, by this point, was starting to get crossed.

After one short kiss, Amon and Pinkie stop when his fingers slip on a clean line, causing both of them to pause and slowly lower their heads.

He wasn't sure when or how, but while his left hand was now supporting Pinkie's back of the head, his right hand had disappeared underneath her robe and between her legs.

One finger was still pressed on the base of the line Amon was feeling as he looked back at Pinkie.

"Pinkie, do you want me to…"

"If you say stop, I'm going to get angry," Pinkie warns him with a stern look.

"Just wanted to confirm if you were okay," Amon admits with blush and looks away, only now realizing how his lessons have worked a sweat on the poor stallion as Pinkie relaxes and giggles.

"You need to work on your confidence, Amon. Okay, now to the last lessons!" She exclaims in excitement, dissolving the tension as she obtains Amon's full attention. Just like with the boobs and ass, Amon was more than happy to learn more about woman's anatomy like this.

In reality, he was more than a little excited to learn more. He wanted to explore every itch on Pinkie's body, and his primal side wanted more. He didn't understand why, but he wanted to make her happy. He wanted to make her scream, to make her him somewhat.

"Okay, what you did just there with your finger, keep doing it, slide it up and down on the edges, and slowly work yourself inside as if you were making a hole in the soft ground."

Amon complied, enjoying the sensation in his finger and feeling how there was some strange sticky goo emanating from Pinkie's entrance as she kept panting and twitching; he made a mental note to ask later as he continued his administration, and ever so slowly, his fingers went inside her pussy.

"Increase the number of fingers if you want and s-start, rotating YES, j-just like-oh sweet Celestia like that! Y-you are a quick learner-e-er, faster!" Pinkie's voice seems to get more erratic as her tongue starts to hang out to the side.

Amon slowly started to get the idea and became more daring and curious about this strange yet pleasant sensation.

Her walls were wet and warm, her tail couldn't stop twitching, and a strange fragrance of strawberry cake was starting to fill the room, even though Amon couldn't understand why.

"....N-N-Niauw…p-put your index and middle fingers like this and rotate them inside as I…if you were scratching, no nails! Inside my… little pinky oven and… YIA!!"

Amon complied as he kept exploring her softly inside before increasing his speed; he was more than a little entertained and wanted to learn; he could feel her pubic hair and found it funny how it felt as if it was as puffy and voluminous as her mane, her walls felt so nice and just like with her boobs Amon felt a strange mount inside of it. Thinking the same could happen, Amon took a tentative poke at the mountain, making Pinkie's whole body stiff, and she arched her back.

"Hey, what is this? I didn't know mares had something here?" Amon asks nobody as he starts playing with it. Seeing Pinkie gasping and moaning even louder makes him think he is doing something right.

"Oh, right, let's see. You told me to write letters, right, Pinkie?" Amon remembers what Pinkie suggested, and he starts writing slow words inside her. The result seems to be that Pinkie has transformed into some kind of musical instrument, and Amon is playing with her.

After a rocky start, he was fascinating. He was controlling Pinkie's moans in gasps, no matter how long or loud they were, and he managed to grasp somehow the entire birthday song ending on a high pitch as he pressed hard and rubbed Pinkie's mound as fast as he could.

Pinkie's eyes rolled back, and her hands moved erratically, yet Amon was too absorbed to notice. He knew something was coming and wanted to know what for some reason.

Once she recovered her voice, Pinkie finally warned him, "A-.-A-akj0fk MON! I… I'm about… to…TRANSFORM!" Pinkie suddenly yells at the top of her lungs.

The next thing Amon knew, a giant pink puff blinded him momentarily. Standing up and coughing, Amon moved around the pink cloud around him. He could smell the strong smell of a bakery and hear and see confetti, kazoos, and other party sounds coming from the explosion's epicenter, as well as the first half of the star, and he strives to play until everything dies down.

"I live again!" Pinkie exclaimed excitedly as she jumped out of the cloud, shocking Amon. She was now wearing a one-piece navy blue pajama with balloons and confetti images on it. Her color ultimately returned, and her mane returned to its usual puffy form, with streamers and confetti attached.

"What the…" Amon can only exclaim as Pinkie rushes to him and gives him a firm hug. "Thank you so much, Amony! That felt so good! I knew it would, but you were so nice and good, and I like it and feel so much better now. I feel like I just woke from a dream and…"

"Pinkie… Pinkie," Amon grabbed her shoulders so she could look him in the eyes. The cold sensation on his right hand made Amon realize his entire arm was now covered in a strange pink goo with glitter on it. He made a mental note to look it up later, as right now, there was a present matter.

"You are at 10; I need you at 7. What just happened? What was that explosion, and why? And how did you change clothes?"

"Oh, that is easy; that is what happens after my super duper yay," Pinkie explains calmly. "I was right, Amony. You really are a natural AND a quick learner! Good job!" Pinkie complimented and winked at him with an elbow-soft shove.

"Your super duper… what?"

"Basically, you pull out all my party materials that have been collecting webs since Celestia knows how long since I was with Marcus! I feel so liberated by it! I want to throw a party about it! But they prohibit me from throwing those in public! But seriously, I'm so happy right now! Don't worry, I didn't forget; I will help you later too! My mind is so clear now. This must be what Rarity feels each time she visits the spa, but more naughty. But it is getting late. I should be going. There are lots of things I need to do, bye."

Pinkie starts bouncing around and plants a surprise quick peck on Amon's lips before she leaps out of the room, leaving a very confused Amon alone in his room.

Looking back, Amon was surprised that once the smoke cleared, his bedroom looked as if a party bomb had just gone off. Confetti, streams, glitter, birthday cakes, and a big banner that only said "Thank you" were attached to his bedpost, and the same glitter glue was spread on the side of his bed.
He then looks back at the door, still startled.

Did I finger her so hard that I made her blow up and then reset? Is that what happens to mares when they reach orgasm? Oh god, those that mean this is….?!"

In alarm, Amon looked at his arm once more before rushing to the bathroom. At first, he only wanted to clean up, but once the surprise died down and Amon remembered what and how it happened, a sensation of pride filled the alicorn, and an urgent, more natural need demanded his attention in his pants.
Once he had taken a hot shower and cleaned himself off, Amon returned to his room only to find it clean once more and a note on his pillow.

Picking the note, Amon found out it was from Pinkie and addressed to him.

Hi Amon! I just remembered that I left a mess behind and decided to clean it up. It was the least I could do after you did decent work with a meter brain melt. It still needs work and is harsh and rocky, but not bad for the first time. Anyway, I want to thank you again, and I will tell you all about the portal tomorrow before leaving.
XOXO Pinkie Pie

P.S: Don’t worry about the bed and your arm, I call it my liquid cake, we all mare have those.

Also, you should be careful in the future; if you are not careful, that move will create a stalker by accident. In case you are wondering, your score is level 3.

Level 3? Amon repeated to himself and turned the page, finding more to the letter.

If you are reading this, it means you are questioning what level 3 is. Think of the move as a test of strength; here are the levels:

1-Is there something there?
2-Decent
3-Wet panties
4-Back door granted
5-Ultra Instinct
6-Marry Me!
7-Pull my mane and call me your whore

And to clarify, it is almost level 4, so good work! Now, for real, ciao!

Amon stares at the note for a moment in disbelief before sighing.

It is too early in the morning to keep asking questions. I need to get some sleep.

Deciding to put things on hold, Amon ignores the letter and just goes to sleep, wanting nothing more than to put an end to the night.