The golden sun appeared white hot, shining from the light-bluish, washed out sky. The unicorn stallion was walking down the street, between the dusty trees and walls covered in lime to reflect the heat; walking and dreaming about cold cider-
"Hey, mister!"
'Or perhaps some cold beer-...' "Huh?" The stallion looked around. On the street, deserted in this time of day, he spotted an ice cream stand. An earth pony mare stood near it, waving her hand at him.
"Mister! Buy some ice cream!"
Pink curls, white summer dress, large blue eyes, wide cheerful smile...
He smiled back, turned and walked up to her. "Ice cream? Sure, why not."
"Alrightie!" She nodded enthusiastically and made a sharp pivot on the spot, making the skirt of her dress rise up a bit in a twirl. The unicorn involuntarily glanced at her legs, noting her powerful and toned calves.
She got behind the stand. "Which flavor do you want? Vanilla? Chocolate? Strawberry? Raspberry?"
She talked a mile per minute, constantly moving even while standing on a spot. Her ears, her lips, her eyes, the way her mane moved around -- her whole face was incredibly expressive. He never really met a mare like her here before. 'Maybe she is from another town?' He thought.
"Ehm... Raspberry." He answered, thinking of her her pink coat.
"So raspberry it is! A good choice. Would you like a waffle cone? A cake cone? A waffle bowl?"
She set her arms apart, patting the large cone holders on the sides of the stand and leaned forward a bit. The unicorn blinked, then blinked again when he lowered his eyes and noticed how her dress tightened around her chest.
When he saw her first, he just assumed she is just wide set, like most earth ponies, but now he realized how truly formidable her chest was. The two alluring mounds of fun obscured by the white fabric, resting heavily against the counter. Sunlight glittered off a golden pendant, the three air balloons, partially lost in her cleavage.
He coughed. "A waffle cone, if you please."
"Of course! That will be three fifty!"
She fetched a cone and began scooping ice cream. ”Smile, smile, smile...", she was singing quietly. Her arms and hands were moving fast and precise, with experience. He admired how her muscles were flexing under a thin layer of fat, giving away vibes of both gentleness and strength.
"Here you go!" She exclaimed and handed him the ice cream cone. "Uh, thanks!" He nodded, put the coins on the counter and then carefully bit into the ice cold treat. The pink mare once again leaned onto the counter. She propped up her chin with one hand, the other one she rested on the counter, under her chest, making it stand out even more prominently.
The unicorn couldn't help but stare into her cleavage.
"What is it, mister?" She asked suddenly.
He coughed, "Oh, that's- erm..."
"Oh, you do like my pendant? Yeah, it's quite nice! It made to look just like my cutie mark!" She slapped herself on the thigh, twisting her pelvis a bit. Despite the dress, her palm impacted her flank with a ringing "clap".
"That's a... lovely cutie mark, for sure." He answered and bit the waffle of the cone with a crunch. "What is your special talent, miss?"
"I make ponies smile!"
The stallion nodded. "I can easily believe that." He was going slowly, not wanting to go away from the pretty salesmare. "By the way, miss, not sure I've seen you around. Ours is a small town."
"No, I'm not from around here. My acquaintance asked me to help with the shop, while she's busy."
"Oh. Where are you from then?"
"Ponyville. Three stations down the Canterlot line."
He's been darting his eyes up and down, from cone to the mare and back, his ears expressing indecisiveness. "What's your name?"
"Pinkie Pie! Oh, mister, would you mind helping me get this bucket of ice?" She pointed at the aforementioned bucket, which stood to the right from the other side of the stand.
He shrugged, "Sure." Continuing to eat he lit up his horn and the bucket slowly began rising into the air. "Where should I put it?"
"Here, near the- Oh, sweet Celestia, careful! The beam!" She suddenly warned him.
"Wha-?!" He started. The bucket grazed against the wooden beam. He could have sworn he didn't raise it that high! And yet, it dipped and the torrent of cold water mixed with ice cubes sloshed down. Pinkie Pie took a step back, but it still drenched her lower half.
"Damn!" The stallion swore at himself, "I'm so sorry, miss!"
Pinkie stood motionless. The thin white fabric of her dress clung to her figure. Through the drenched skirt he saw outline of her powerful thighs and wide, voluptuous hips. Looking slightly upper, around the waist -- and he could discern her soft, roundish belly.
The pregnant pause followed. Then the pink mare laughed. "Celestia above! What a mess."
"I'm very, very sorry-" The unicorn began to apologize again. "Nah, that's alright!" She raised her arms up and took the bucket, which still floated above in his telekinesis. The motion made the fabric cling to her tighter and he thought he could guess the faint outline of her curvy upper pubic area... He blinked. There wasn't any evidence of the panties under that dress.
"Really, it is blazing hot today. I should've took a shower like this myself if not for your help." Pinkie sounded as cheerful as ever and completely sincere. He relaxed a bit, as she wasn't upset.
Pinkie Pie turned around to put the bucket onto the ground behind the counter. The back of her dress was damp as well, offering the half obscured view of her beautifully plump buttocks. The stud squinted.
Yep, there were no panties. 'Well, it is hot this summer, I guess.' He thought.
She bent over, taking something from the ground and relocating it to make some space for the bucket. The fabric hugged her backside even more. The stallion gulped and fell into a fit of coughing. Pinkie turned back to him. She looked at his perplexed face and raised her eyebrows questioningly. Suddenly her ears dropped to the sides of her head and she let out an embarrassed giggle.
"Oh, wow. Now it's me who should say sorry. I've given you an eyeful, haven't I?"
The stallion wanted to say something, but didn't know what to.
"Hey, wanna another one?" Pinkie asked abruptly.
"Another w-what?" He stammered.
"An ice cream, silly!" She giggled. She leaned on her elbow, arching her back a bit.
He nodded. "I would love to."
"Same?" She picked up another cone.
"Yes."
Pinkie Pie scooped some more ice cream, still humming a song. "Sunshine, sunshine..." She muttered, loading the cone. "Here!" She raised her hand to give it to him. At the moment he wanted to take it, the cone suddenly broke at the base.
The whole load of ice cream flopped right onto the mare's chest. It splashed against her coat. "Wowie!" She instinctively tried to scoop it with her hand, but stopped once her fingers just went through. "Oops, I might have overloaded it."
The ice cream was thawing. White and pink streamlets were running down, circumflexing the curvature of the visible surface of her chest and getting lower, right into her dress' decollete. The most of the ruined ice cream congregated between her breasts, into a creamy puddle.
"Owowow, it's cold!" Pinkie complained, bending her raised arms and clutching them to her sides. She wiggled her whole body, shivering from the contrast of the temperature.
One of the dress' thin shoulder straps became displaced from the motion and was slowly going down her shoulder. The unicorn's jaw unhinged a bit. He was about to say something, but again didn't know what. So he stood speechless, staring at the wardrobe disaster unfolding. The two heavy pink globes were coming into view more and more, like a binary star rising over the white horizon.
"Oh! Silly me." Pinkie Pie collected herself somewhat and lashed for the spatula. The slithering strap went down completely. The mare froze.
One of her breasts was still covered by the dress for about one third. The other one came completely into the view. Evidently heavy, deliciously full, supple. Her nipples were hard and erect like two miniature mountain peaks, the exposed one and the other one, showing through the fabric. An ice cream streamlet was flowing through her wide, dark red areola and further down her nipple. On its peak the large drop of thawed cream hung enticingly, eliciting thoughts of breastfeeding.
"Oh my! Oh goodness!" The mare lamented, dropping the spatula and rushing to catch her falling dress. She pulled it up and fixed the strap. "Sorry, mister. I'm so clumsy. Must be the heat."
"Oh-h, errr... no, that's OK." The unicorn coughed. He turned sightly, away from the stand, to somewhat hide a bulge in his shorts.
She grabbed the spatula and finally scooped up the ice cream clean off her chest, a number of tacky lines and spots on her fur notwithstanding. She slowly licked it, both off the utensil and her hand. "I'll make you another one! Here." This time the ice cream making went flawlessly. The third serving made his way into his hand.
"So, uh... are you working a full day?" The stallion said conversationally, to break an awkward pause.
"No," Pinkie waved her hand dismissively, "Until about four o'clock past noon."
"Oh, is that so?"
"Yep." The mare put both arms behind her head and stretched herself up. Her breasts bounced, the still erect nipples evident through the fabric.
The unicorn bit the ice cream extra hard. "Say, miss Pie..."
"Pinkie."
"Pinkie." He agreed, "What would you say if somepony offered to show you how nice our town can be in the evening?"
Pinkie's ears jumped up. She looked at him with a smile a tad sly.
"I'd say yes! Especially if that certain somepony would've shown me a good spot of a river beach, so I can get that sugary stuff off my coat."
"Ah, certainly!" The unicorn smiled back, his smile a bit goofy.
"It's settled then!" She fluttered her eyelashes, "Meanwhile, would you like some more ice cream? I'll make that a three bits..."
