Equine Sexual History: Pinkie Pie

Gale Wind was punctual as always. Pinkie was not. As always. Waiting at the door of her apartment, he checked his pocket watch, adjusted his bow tie, and decided to pony watch to pass the time. When he saw a girl hopping and skipping

"Sorry! My friend Twilight was a weeeeee bit stressed and so I was helping her out! She's such a worry wart sometimes." She giggled as she approached. Her pink dress skirt and purple graphic T spoke to the exuberant personality she was already displaying. Gale extended a hand for a friendly shake, but was in stead enveloped with a hug. It wasn't a long one, but even he couldn't deny a smile to his face... in spite of his stoic nature. "Come on in!"

She unlocked the door and they immediately went up a set of stairs. She did not do much to hide what was under her skirt. Gale politely looked away; there was usually more than enough reason to be stimulated during these interviews. But he did consider the behavior. It struck him that she wasn't attempting to gain attention, but also seemed to not care.

"So how do we do this interviewy thingy?" She skipped into the room and then turned around. The furniture collection was eclectic at best. It seemed almost like she just bought any bit of furniture that was pink. And none of them were the same tint of pink. A pink table with bits of silver laminated into it; chairs clearly from different decades around it. There was a pink bean bag, a pink love seat, a pink ottoman.

"How do you usually sit when you have friends over? Whatever is comfortable is best." He honestly worried about the fact that not only were there no two chairs alike... he wasn't sure there were two that had the same height. He did not want to 'sit above' her... but below her would likely not be so great either.

"Me? I like the floor. Reminds me of my childhood." She laughed a bit as she plopped down. "No really, it's a nice carpet, and it lets my friends have whatever seats they like!" Considering the remaining options, the bean bag was the best choice. He pulled it a comfortable distance from Pinkie and sat. It was not easy... he hadn't sat in a bean bag chair in over a decade. He had to use his wings to have any hope at all in righting himself.

"Would you like a drink? I am sooo parched. And I love to share!"

He thought on it, a moment thinking it could cause a conflict of interest... but she seemed the sort more at ease when helping others. And that was what was important.

"Cider, if you have it. Thank you very much." She came back with two glasses of amber liquid and once again plopped back to the floor. Impressively, she didn't lose a drop.

"I know that you agreed to this interview through the request of Princess Celestia, but I am unaware of how much you are aware of what this interview is. Why don't you start by having you tell me what you know, and I will tell you the rest."

"Weeeeeell... she told me it was something to do with sexual this or that... and that it it was science and we'd all learn stuff. She also said you did this with colts about ah... ten years ago? I was just a little filly back then! And she said 'It's your choice, but if you do this you must be honest.'" Her imitation of Celestia was rather amusing. "And that's it. What do you know about it?" Her smile made it impossible to tell if she was joking or seriously wondered.

"I know just about everything about it. I came up with the idea. You are right in what you know. I'm from the Gale Wind Institute for Researching Sex, Gender and Reproduction. They were kind enough to name it after me." Gale's tone showed that he wasn't thrilled in the least about it, but Pinkie seemed impressed. "I am collecting information about ponies and what their sexual lives are like. Most ponies want to keep these things secret for one reason or another. And I will make sure that happens. I use a secret code to make sure that no pony learns who is connected to the data I gather." Pinkie gave an 'ooooo' in response to the idea of a secret code. "When I return to Buffaloa in two weeks, I won't know your history from anypony else's."

"So, keeping everyone's secret is super important?"

"Very important. Losing my interviewee's trust the fastest way lose my ability to research forever."

She nodded in surprising seriousness, her chin resting on her hand. "That's so true. Alright, let's begin!"

"It starts simple enough, when were you born?"

"Well....