- >You are anon
- >To be rather honest, you were having trouble with a lot of things
- >Not that you were a dumbass or anything, but classes are tough as hell
- >Ironically, you felt like they were melting your brain
- >It was sixth hour at this point
- >You walked to class somewhat sluggishly in the bustle of the hallway
- >It was hell week, the week before exams, so everyone was sharing your pain
- >Well, everyone aside from a handful of people with some reason
- >That Rarity just studied with various guys to prepare
- >Though, from what you had heard, not much learning was done per se
- >Several kids yawned as you entered class forcing your animal brain to do it as well
- >Can’t fall asleep now, dammit
- >You take a seat down in class and remove all the materials you needed
- >All of a sudden, you freeze over the bag’s opening
- >What class was this again?
- >It’s AP stats, take out the math book and notebook
- >You shake your head and let out a long sigh as you self deprecate in silence
- >Class didn’t start for another 5 minutes so you relaxed back in your chair
- >The cold metal and cool plastic rose the skin beneath the fabric it touched
- >Fucking winter and it’s stupid ‘making everything uncomfortable’
- >You begin moving up and down to try and warm the seat up
- >As you do this little dance, trying to summon up some warmth, you hear a small giggle
- >You turn your head to find it’s source and find no one giggling
- >However, only one person in the whole school had such a girly giggle
- >The pink deceiver sat uncharacteristically straight in her seat
- >Clear and full proof of her offence to you
- >Your eyes narrow as you began to think of something to say
- >Just had to wait for one to pop into your head
- >A little more...
- >God damn, you needed sleep more than you thought
- >You shake your head once more in attempt to rattle out the sleepiness
- >All it really did was try to re affirm Cartilogenophobia
- >Oh good, you can remember the name for that, but not the standard form of a slope equation
- >The giggle pipes up again and you lift your head to see the offender
- >You let your eyes fall on the only person it could be...
- >Wait, who was that one again? A lot of girls have a girlish giggle the more you think about it
- >Then you remember who you had accused before
- >Admittedly, this was a sign that you could have used more sleep last night
- >15 minutes was fine and all, but a good 30 is needed
- >Returning your attention to the girl in front of you, you shake the weariness from your mind
- >It was that pink haired girl with the cotton candy for hair who was always smiling
- >And wearing pink
- >What was her name again?
- >Oh yeah, Pinkie Pie
- >Whatever her name was, she had insulted your honor with her giggling
- >You decide it was high time to teach the pink menace a lesson
- >Building up the words in your head, you let them fly with fury
- >...as a slight mumbling that doesn’t actually say anything at all
- > “Hmm? Are you talking to me?”
- >You slowly blink at the oblivious girl’s statement
- “Yes.”
- >A few seconds of silence follow your response as you gaze into the girl’s eyes
- >They were a soft blue that felt somewhat ecstatic
- > “Well? Was that it?”
- >You had become lost in thought and forgotten why you called her attention
- “As far as you know”
- >Satisfied with, what you thought was, your witty response you turn back around
- >You lost the smile on your face as the bell signifying class starting
- >Rather like a nice bucket of ice water to your face you realized that you were not ready
- >Not that you were particularly bad at math, to the contrary, you were rather good at it
- >Today, however, was gearing up to be a rather stressful day
- >You run your right around up your face and through your hair as you let out a sigh
- >Class begins and so does your mind, albeit a bit more sluggishly
- >The equations were repeated over and over as you write the notes and plug in numbers
- >You adjust your eyes and focus on trying to remember each of the formulas
- >It was a friday so today was to be focused solely on notes and review
- >Not only was there to be a test in two weeks, but the following week was exams
- >Everyone seemed to be on edge as the clock ticked away the time
- >The sound of frantic writing filled the room and matched the dull voice of the teacher
- >Class ended after an unmercifully long session of intense silence
- >Towards the end of the class the teacher, who had taught the class since long before you were born, sat down
- >You had always believed he slept in that chair, but he never missed a cheating eye
- >As you thought about the likelihood of him being a mutant, you tripped
- >It was over a small red pen that had been left there by a careless student
- >Much to your tired surprise, the world became filled with shadowy pink flesh as you crash to the ground
- >At least where you landed was soft and warm...
- >...and laughing as you crashed your face onto it’s large pink chest
- >At any other moment, motorboating Pinkie’s chest would have been a nice time
- >Even a downright preferable one to most things you did
- >But in the middle of a classroom and in public was not that ideal of a location
- “Ah! Sorry, wasn’t looking where I was going”
- >She tapered off her laugh and gave you a large toothy grin
- > “No worries, I trip over things all the time! Like this one time...”
- >She continued to babble on and on as you both stood up and you dusted yourself off
- >Even then, she kept talking and talking as you picked up your stuff and left
- >Pinkie kept telling you about damn near every little fact she knew as she followed you
- >You walked to your car with your eyelids repeatedly dropping along to your sluggish waltz
- >Eventually, you got to your car and took the key from your pocket to put it in
- >As you unlocked the door you decided enough was enough and swiveled on the girl
- “Pinkie?”
- > “...and so I was really impressed by all those moves! She just....”
- “Pinkie?”
- > “And all those cartwheels and high kicks and-”
- “PINKIE!”
- >She fluttered her eyes and shook a bit as though she left some gossiping trance
- > “Yes, Anon?”
- “I’m going to get in my car now and drive away”
- > “Oh!, Okay! Here, take this like we talked about!”
- “Yes. Fine. Whatever. Thank you”
- >You take the small flyer she handed you and tossed it into the passenger seat
- >Turning on the car, you look to see if she was still there
- >Instead you got to watch her happily bounce away with an odd spring to her jumps
- >You admired an ass such as her bouncing like that for a moment
- >It was soft, at least to the eyes, and had a good round shape to it
- >And, with her wearing a skirt, you got brief peaks up her skirt with each bounce
- >Eventually, the distance become too great for your weary eyes to stay transfixed and you turn away
- >You look to the bright pink flyer on the adjacent seat
- >Large lettering spelled over the top of the page ‘RELAXATION SESSIONS WITH PINKIE!’
- >Beneath that was a picture of Pinkie Pie wearing an odd gypsy costume with a crystal ball
- >Beneath that was smaller lettering, ‘Sessions are free for the first time and future deals are coming!’
- >For someone as air headed as she looked, this was a rather professional poster
- >Putting your hands on the wheel you pull out of the school and head home
- >Now that you were alone, you let out a sigh of relief as you crack your neck
- >The stress of all these tests looming over you was starting to get to you
- >About half way home you decide to call up Pinkie and accept the trial offer
- >If anything, you’d get a look at Pinkie’s cleavage through that revealing gypsy costume
- >Pulling into your driveway you park on the right most free space
- >You shut off the car and leave, making sure to take the flyer with you
- >Entering the house you search the flyer for some sort of contact information
- >Dropping your backpack you begin to climb the stairs to your room
- >Entering it, you find a phone number written on the back of the flyer in pen
- >Considering the quality of the rest of the poster, it was odd seeing this evidently amatuer move
- >As if you were an expert in flyers or anything
- >You pick up the phone and dial the number listed on the back
- >A few dial tones and you were in
- >The phone clicks too the sound of it rustling about as someone struggled with it
- >It wasn’t a very impressing entrance to say the least
- > “Ah!...Hello, Madame Pinkie speaking!”
- “Yeah, hi Pinkie-”
- > “What? No Pinkie here, just Madame Pinkie!”
- “...That still has Pinkie in it though”
- > “Did I say Madame Pinkie? I, uh, meant Madame Pie?”
- “Madame Pie?”
- > “Alright alright you found me out, I’m actually Pinkie Pie! From school!”
- >Was she dense or was she as tired as you were?
- “Yeah, so, I wanted to sign up for that hypnotism thing you offered. It’s free, right?”
- > “Yes indeedy! ‘With Madame Pinkie, were never greedy!’”
- >Despite the utter corniness of that slogan, you pressed onward
- >If this wasn’t a free chance to scope some cleavage you wondered if you would still be doing it
- “Right, so, when can I come in?”
- > “There’s a free appointment for tuesday at 6:00 P.M. Can I pencil you in?”
- “Go ahead, what’s the address?”
- > “The office room above Sugarcube Corner”
- >You blink a couple of times as you thought back what that room was
- >Memories of a party hosted by a certain hyper pink girl came back to your dulled senses
- “Pinkie...Isn’t that just where you live?”
- > “Yes, but I converted it into a hypnotism office ever since I found this old book at the library and-”
- “Yeah, that’s great. So tuesday at six right?”
- > “Yep! See you then!”
- “But we have class togeth-”
- >You were cut off by her abrupt hanging up of the phone, bringing a loud beep to your ears
- >Hanging up the phone, you recline in your seat and let out a sigh
- >This was a lot of trouble to go through just to see some cleavage when you had an internet connection
- >You could actually use the relaxation, you thought to yourself
- >Plus, her tits were pretty hot looking in that fancy costume she had
- >Over the weekend you go to bed early and wake up late, until today
- >Monday
- >That night, you fell asleep on your book late into the evening once again
- >One night more, you thought optimistically, one night till you meet with Pinkie
- >Aside from sixth hour, as even your tired and dazed mind could remember
- >Something about Pinkie just made her stand out in your mind
- >And not just the pink skin or the great tits or even her ass and not to mention-
- >You thought it best to stop there before your second head tries to make an unwelcome appearance
- >After the seeming marathon of classes, you sluggishly arrive at sixth hour
- >Pinkie is already there and sitting up straight in her seat
- >It was almost sickening, how utterly peppy and full of vigor she was
- >The idea she may be some sort of robot dances about in your sleep deprived head
- >A rattling of your head both shakes it out and keeps your heavy eyelids up
- >You take your seat next to her and remove your book and other paper work
- >The class goes about with a quiet beat and you get more notes to study
- >All and all it was an expected amount of dreadfulness that you took in stride
- >Until you got home and actually had to do the work given to you
- >The work was new and picked at your already strained mind
- >Once again, you used and hard pages of a book as a pillow to sleep on
- >Bed hair was becoming a sort of new hair style for you, much to your distress
- >Bags were beginning to form under your eyes and you started to hope Pinkie was right
- >At the very least it would grant you some fap material for pre-sleep fapping
- >As if that had been helping you fall asleep when you wanted to so far
- >The day clicked along in the same familiar tune as before
- >It was a bit disorienting at first, giving you a sense of deja vu in each class
- >After much stumbling and head shaking you find yourself once more in sixth hour
- >There sat the seemingly joyous Pinkie whose very being radiated happiness
- >Even seeing her brought a large smile to your face to match her own
- >Well, maybe that was caused more by her low cut shirt, rather than her smile
- >It was a pretty smile and was on a rather fetching face that seemed full and cute
- >But it was really those fun bags that made the whole thing come together
- >Her posture made them stand out even more than their natural perkiness
- >Wait a minute, you thought to yourself as you sat in your seat staring into space
- >There was something that you had to do...
- >The loud and sudden ringing of the bell reminded you to get out your book and work
- >No time to think about tits Anon, it was math time
- >In truth, it was always a good time to think about tits, in your opinion
- >But that could wait until tonight when you would be alone with Pinkie and her two wonders
- >The teacher’s announcement of no homework was a further good omen for the session
- >After class, you unloaded all of your school stuff at home before leaving
- >A minute or two early, you arrive at Sugarcube Corner and park
- >Being a tuesday, it was particularly empty with only one patron inside
- >He was an older gentleman enjoying a large chocolate milkshake alone
- >Paying no mind to the man, you confidently stride up the stairs in the back
- >You reach a door with a sign covered in glitter and a rainbow of colored text
- >It read ‘Madame Pinkie: open’ with a presumed back reading ‘closed’
- >Taking a deep breath you knock on the door twice
- >You hear the sound of some scrambling and some hissing as something moves to the door
- >Eventually, the door flings open and you are presented with an odd sight
- >Pinkie, true to the flyer, was wearing her fortune teller costume which looked well done in person
- >Cradled in her arms was a small alligator with somewhat vacant eyes that suggested drug use
- >It stared into space in an almost trance like way as it’s head stuck out from under Pinkie’s chest
- >You’d never really considered being a mentally deficient reptile until now
- > “Oh, anon it’s you! Come in, come in!”
- >You wondered to yourself if Pinkie was ever calm in her responses
- >Looking about the rather large room, you question what she was doing that had made so much noise
- >The large and carpeted room had a very gothic vibe to it, with hanging silk and candles abound
- >The scent of soft vanilla came to your nostrils denoting the purchase of some actually good scented candles
- >As if you were an expert in scented candles, but the the effort was appreciated
- >There was a large table with nice pillows surrounding it for seats
- >Near that, on the far wall, was a therapist bed that had some nice blankets folded next to it
- >The set up was one of surprising professionalism and good decor
- >For somewhere which had an oddly amateur flyer, it was very neatly set up
- >This might actually help you relax
- >Pinkie gestures for you to sit down on one of the plush looking pillows
- >It was firm yet soft, obviously filled with a genuine stuffing and plumply too
- >It’s how you imagined those big pink breasts felt in your hands
- >The way they just jiggled slightly with each bouncy movement of her body was wild
- >Pinkie sat down across from you in a cross-legged position on another pillow
- >The dress, or costume rather, had clear lifting abilities as her great cleavage showed
- >You cough and turn your head in what you thought was a hidden maneuver
- > “Okay, are you ready to begin?”
- >Turning your head back, you see her still sitting there with a big smile
- “What do I have to do?”
- >She pulled out a small treasure chest from god knows where and sat it on the table
- >It fell upon the lighter wood with a loud clunk and jingling of it’s brass lock
- >She retrieves a small brass key from between her breasts and puts it in the lock
- >She gives you a wink as you try hard to not to want to be a key as well as a gator today
- >From the small chest, Pinkie extracts a small locket covered in inscriptions
- >She places it in the palm of her hand and begins to rub her thumb over its front face
- >She closes her eyes and begins to rub in a clockwise pattern
- >Suddenly she opens her eyes and snaps the fingers on her free hand, giving you a small jump
- > “Right, now I remember how to hypnotise you!”
- >And with that sentence went your faith for this procedure and it’s success
- >Nevertheless, Pinkie and that apparent corset were still here, so you might as well stay
- >She puts the inscribed locket back in the chest and pulls out a small journal from inside
- >Pinkie clears her throat as she opens to a certain page and begins to read aloud in a slow tone
- > “Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn”
- >You both blink as you wait for some magic to take hold of you
- >All that grabs you is a sense of eating calamari and staying the hell away from the Australian coast
- >Whatever that could mean, anyhow
- >Pinkie squints at the page before blushing and skipping ahead a few pages
- > “Ah! Sorry about that, wrong phrase”
- >She continues flipping until slamming her index finger down on one page
- > “Here it is! How to hypnotise someone with one phrase!”
- >You blink in a slow and sleepy state of disbelief at her eyes this time
- “Just one phrase?”
- > “Yes-a-rooni!”
- “And I’ll be totally relaxed and sleeping?”
- > “Well, it says here that you will be put into REM sleep”
- >You had to take a grain of salt to the costumed gypsy’s words
- >As if a phrase like that could come up much in any one person’s life
- >Well, as they say in dusty, nerd-filled rooms, carpe diem
- “Alright, shoot”
- >She bounces up and down in her seat, giving you quite the show
- > “Yes! Now sit still and focus on my eyes”
- >How disappointing that she didn’t suggest a target a few inches lower
- >Still, you did as she asked and focused your sleepy eyes on hers
- >They looked like a slight, twin shaped islands of black sand in soft blue waters
- >How poetic and all, but the tits were really a great deal nicer
- >Pinkie began to take deep and slow breaths in a methodical rhythm
- >The urge to move your eyes a few inches lower once again flooded into your head
- > “Okay, are you comfortable?”
- “Yes”
- > “Okay, now close your eyes”
- >Dammit, no more quick glances at those perky wonders before you
- >You close your eyes as she said and wait again for more orders
- > “And now, place your hands on the table”
- >You do so and let them rest on the slightly cool, wooden surface
- >A few seconds later, you felt the soft hands of Pinkie’s rest on yours
- >Her skin was unbelievably soft and her hands were warm and gentle
- > “Okay, now focus all of your attention on your hands”
- >She didn’t have to say that part twice, given how nice they felt right then
- > “Good now, listen closely to this phrase”
- >She waited a bit and the only noise was the soft breathing of both of you and the candles
- > “Are you listening?”
- “Yes”
- > “Focus on your hands silly, not the words!”
- >Well that was a bit of an unfair question to ask, but you let it slide
- > “Okay, are you listening?”
- >Silence from the both of your lips for a few seconds
- > “Okay, here we go!”
- >She pressed her hands on yours a little harder, showing her leaning forward
- >God, those breasts must be jumping out of that dress right now
- >Crap, focus on the hands not the tits you can’t even see right now
- >You take a deep breath and let your mind flow into your hands for a moment
- > “You are sleepy, you should really get some rest”
- >Now this was just cartoony, there was no way it was going to work
- > “No need to be weepy, sleep takes even the best”
- >Was that a rhyme? Whatever it’s not like you were sleepy
- > “Dream something creepy, your body is taken by wrest”
- >No more lying, these lyrics were weird as hell but you were tired
- >Wait, did she say she was going to take my body just now?
- > “Let things get freaky, now pass the final test!”
- >And with that last utterance, you were out stone cold on the pillow
- >A field lays around, covered in the seas of fire wrought by him
- >He stands in front of you as his full form is shown in it’s true horror
- >A titan of fire with laces of metal giving it some vague sense of shape
- >The beast lets loose a powerful roar that showers you with heated winds
- >You steel yourself against the gust and glare the monster down
- >Silence fills the landscape, aside from the roaring of flames all around you
- > “Fool, no mortal can defeat me! I am a god!”
- >No words come from you as you look the demon in the eyes
- >http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G2AxpaH56WY
- >Today was the motherfucking day to beat all others
- >You unsheath a sword that was resting on your back and loosely hold it
- >The breasts roars once more and moves a gargantuan hand to crush you
- >You thrust forward with a quick leap and steel your grip on the sword
- >Dodging the hand, you fly to the massive metal of the creatures chest
- >A large gem burns brightly at it’s center with a frightening glow
- >You grasp the gem’s edge and pull with all your might
- >The monster flails back and screams at your attempts to remove the gem
- >One roar of strength and the gem is ripped free from the demon’s chest
- >Throwing it aside, a gout of flame erupts from it’s now vacant chest cavity
- >You jump away as the beast swipes it’s massive hands in a futile move
- >The flames are flung off and the beast is revealed to be made of a massive metal work
- >It shudders and steps away from the hill on which you stand, reeling from your blow
- >You toss aside your sword and charge back your fist with a fury
- >A scream bleeds from you as the beast realizes it’s imminent doom
- >Large pillars of rock pierce it’s arms and lift the monster into the air off it’s feet
- >You speed forward with deadly intent and rear your fist
- >Speed building in your steps as you reach the ledge, streams of air flow from behind your wake
- >The scorched earth cracks and lifts up and each of your footfalls
- >One last powerful leap and you were in the air and rapidly approaching the monster
- >The fist you had readied before now fell into the giant’s side with great strength
- >So much so, that when your blow had landed, it tore a piece of it clean off
- >The shattered machinery blasts away from you as you barrel through it’s thick being
- >Soon, you had blasted clean through the entirety of it’s body
- >With one clean blow, you had taken out a majority of it’s torso alone
- >You land on your feet, letting your fist crack the earth where it lands
- >Fury bleeds from your body into an almost visible aura around you of red
- >You stand up once again and feel the vibrations as the titan behind you collapses
- >Soon after, a cloud of dust and bits of rock pummel your back and swirls past you
- >After it clears you take a deep breath and look towards the sky as it clears
- >Clouds of red fade into a sky blue scene of pure beauty as the heavens cheer you on in silence
- > “Anon?”
- >You drink in the sights of the scorched landscape and realize that they shall regrow
- >This land would live once again, given time and protection
- > “Anon? Can you hear me?”
- >You close you eyes and take in a deep breath of your victory and sigh
- >The smell of winning soothes your mind and fills your lungs along with the air
- >It smelled a bit like...
- >Like...
- >Vanilla and sweat?
- > “ANON!”
- >You awake with a shock from your pink alarm clock above you
- >Jerking your head up, you thrust your head into soft pink pillows before you
- >For a small moment anyway, as your head ricochets off of the perky wonder onto the pillow
- >You were lying on the bed you had seen coming into the room earlier
- >It was rather clear evidence that the phrase had indeed put you into a deep sleep
- >That dream was remarkably vivid and lengthy as each detail was extensive
- >Granted you had just woken up, but this dream was a strong one for sure
- “Pinkie, why in the hell-”
- > “Wait, wait, wait! Let me guess, you had a vivid dream and want to know why?”
- >You were going to ask why she was straddling your unconscious body first
- >That idea might be better if left to be the plaything of your perverted mind’s imagination
- >To be honest, that question was a more relevant question than your first one so you let that be what you meant
- “Yeah, how does that work?”
- >She giggles a bit and sits back on the bed as she answers your question
- > “I’m afraid that’s a company secret”
- “Company-?”
- >You were going to ask more but stopped
- >No possible scenario could have prepared you for this level of happening
- >Sweat immediately forms on your forehead and you snap your eyes up to avoid suspicion
- > “Why yes, the journal is my own personal journal after all!”
- “Where’d you find it?”
- >Just stay focused on her words and wait for her to look somewhere else
- >She turns her head to the right as you gesture to the table with the journal on it
- >Quickly, your eye move back to the spot of beauty and terror
- >Why, in the name of merciful zod, was she not wearing underwear?
- >Don’t look, she’s turning back you fucking idiot! Abort! ABORT!
- >As she turns her head, you lift your eyes up in time to avoid detection
- >Your little accomplice downstairs caught wind, however, and made his move
- >In utter defiance to every screaming portion of your waking mind, it stiffens
- >Placing your hands over it to hid it, you listen to Pinkie continue
- > “Well, my mother was a descendant of a gypsy covenant! I got the words from her!”
- >You nod along, trying desperately to wipe the image from your mind before she notices
- >She swivels her legs around and hops off the bed to allow you to get up
- > “Your shirt’s over here!”
- “Oh thanks-”
- >Wait, she took your shirt off?
- >Touching your bare chest you realized that this was indeed true
- >You lean over to get a look at the now suspect gypsy girl in front of you
- >She pointed a thumb over to your shirt, folded on a small table next to her as she moved away
- >You stand up, holding the blanket to cover up your nude chest as you approach it
- >All the while, she stands there with a big toothy grin spread across her cute face
- >Wait, cute?
- >She might have fucked with your mind or something while you were sleeping, Anon
- >Insert stupid joke about being cool with her fucking you
- >You snatch up the shirt and put in on in one swift and fluid motion
- >Afterwards, you find Pinkie moving towards the door leading downstairs
- >What kind of game was she playing here exactly?
- “Why’d you take my shirt off?”
- > “You were sweating in your sleep, so I washed it for you!”
- >She beamed an innocent smile as you eyed her up and down
- >Shit right, the whole no panties thing only makes you blush as you rush to hid that knowledge
- “Right, so how long was I asleep?”
- > “About 20 minutes”
- “20 minutes? That dream was incredibly long though”
- >She nods her head and raises her right pointer finger to add officialness to her answer
- > “That’s because it was 100% REM sleep! It’s also why the dream was that vivid!”
- >That rolls around in your head as something strikes you as odd about it
- “Well...when can I come back?”
- > “We’re-”
- “We?”
- > “-I’m open every tuesday and thursday! I can also make special appointments!”
- >Special appointments seemed like an odd thing for a gypsy hypnotist to do
- >But, if they made you feel this good, that could be tolerated easily
- “Alright, can I see you this thursday then?”
- > “Absolutely!”
- >You suddenly realize something and turn around to ask her this new thought
- “Will it cost me anything?”
- > “Ten bucks!”
- “Really? Alright then, see you tomorrow in class”
- >She waves at you enthusiastically as you walk down the stairs
- >As you do this, you walk past a certain blue haired girl wearing a pair of odd pink shades
- >She nods her head to you and lowers her glasses for a wink as you two pass
- >You nod back and try to remember the girl’s name
- >Oh yeah, Vinyl Scratch, the girl who DJ’d everything in town
- >You had always wondered how she managed to do so many late night parties
- >Quick sleep shots fit her and her lifestyle perfectly the more you thought about it
- >You get into your car and drive home, feeling relaxed and yet revitalized
- >Driving home, you couldn’t wait to get home and dive into your work, odd as that sounded
- >And then the image of Pinkie’s tight pussy resting between your legs came back
- >Free to imagine all you wanted now, you let your mind recall every detail of it
- >Thursday was fixing to be a great time if she did as well as this time
- >Wait, was it just now that you realized how fast that conversation was?
- >Maybe it was just your head being woken up from sleep ten seconds prior to it
- >But it sure seemed like she knew exactly the questions you were going to ask
- \>You shrug off these issues and move back to your desk, covered in papers
- >Homework from several days was piled up from the rush of hell week
- >Sitting down, you let out a groan towards the amount of work you had
- >Of course it all had to be the same difficult stuff you were doing in class
- >Diving into the work, you notice something oddly relieving about the paperwork
- >It wasn’t nearly as hard as you had thought it to be
- >The effects of your sleep deprivation had truly gotten to you more than you noticed
- >You fly through the now easy work and relax back into your chair
- >If the effect of just one session was this amazing, you had to keep getting it
- >The memories of the thoughts of doubt towards Pinkie’s odd behavior come back once more
- >Why had she done all of those things unless there was an ulterior motive to them?
- >Maybe she had done something creepy to your unconscious body for those 20 minutes
- >...
- >Whelp, now was as good a time as any to go take a quick fap
- >The next day in class was an equally terrible and great day
- >On the one hand, you were capable of fully understanding the material given to you
- >On the other hand, you were completely awake for the entirety of those classes
- >Each class was a slow and painful stretch as the minutes ticked by at a mocking pace
- >After a seemingly longer than usual day, you reach sixth hour
- >As soon as you arrive you see Pinkie, once again, sitting in her chair with a smile
- >Taking your seat next to her, you unpack your class related materials
- “Hey Pinkie, I’ve been meaning to talk about the session yesterday”
- >Her eyebrows shoot up as her turned face looks at yours
- > “What about it?”
- >You had to think for a bit on how to word this without sounding weird or perverted
- “Did you fondle me while I slept?”
- >Well, that sure as hell wasn’t the right thing to say, as you can tell from her laugh
- > “Of course I did silly!”
- “Oh good I was just-”
- >Wait a second, did you really just pull a move that cliche in real life?
- “What?”
- > “Well, I would have had too to remove your shirt, right?”
- >Both disappointment and relief went through your head at the same time
- “Right, right”
- >She turns her body to face you and you shoot a glance at her shirt
- >It was a pink t-shirt, as if she wore anything other than shit that gaudy
- >With it’s rather low cut, you got a nice view of her bare chest
- >Nice as the picture was, it was nothing compared to the extravaganza that was her costume
- >A further look downward before returning upwards showed off her pink mini skirt
- >Odd how she always seemed to wear a skirt that looked so much like this one
- >She presumably had multiple pairs of that one skirt in her closet
- >You wondered if she was going commando now, like she was yesterday
- >The idea was quickly dismissed as you thought about it
- >It’s more likely she was commando for the dress alone, not in general
- >Her peppy stance really showed off her curves, however, in a sort of ignorant way
- >Not to call her stupid, but she always seemed to not know how sexy she was looking
- > “What makes you ask that, anyway?”
- “Just my shirt being off and all, was a little...”
- >She just stared at you maintaining that energetic stare as if she was hiding something
- “...intrusive”
- > “Oh no! I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable! How about I make it up to you?”
- >Please be sex, please be sex, please be-
- > “Here’s another free session coupon! And I promise not to disturb you too much this time!”
- >Damn
- >Well, another free session scheduled for tomorrow sound just as good
- >Watching her boobs shake as she moved back made you retract that statement
- >Still, you were eager to receive another session of Pinkie in that tight fitting dress
- >And the fact it made you feel like a million dollars as well with vivid dreams?
- >These sessions were starting to sound like a deal made in heaven
- >Which, admittedly, lent to the idea that something nefarious was going on during the vulnerable parts
- >Still, whatever it was seemed to be unimportant if you couldn’t find it
- >It wasn’t theft so there wasn’t much else you could do to an unconscious person without waking them
- >Unless you were in too deep of a sleep to wake up
- >Then, an idea comes into your mind and you plot out the details during class
- >The only way to set your mind at ease would be to watch her as she performed a session
- >At tomorrow’s session you would have to look around for somewhere to hide a camera
- >The next day came with the same painful pace as it had with yesterday
- >One brighter up side was the fact that you had finished most of your work in class that day
- >Not only that, but you now felt as though your free time was much longer because of it being slower
- >No more micro naps at your desk snatching away precious minutes of your time
- >All in all the relaxation was more than enough of a return for the slower classes
- >Still, it was hard to think about by the time you had reached sixth hour and were twitchy from boredom
- >Pinkie sat, once again, in the same spot with an odd amount of pep to her body
- >As you thought about how she sat, you realized that she had no reason for this amount of pep
- >Twilight Sparkle, sure, but she was a damn egghead and liked taking tests
- >Pinkie wasn’t particularly dumb, but she seemed like tests would be the bane of her existence
- >Having to sit in these chairs for almost three hours, not talking for two of them, the list goes on
- >Yet, there she sat in the same outfit as ever with that same happy go lucky face
- >Not even her posture, a thing you had long forgotten how to hold, wasn’t broken
- >She sat with a sort of arched back that showed off her ample breasts, though that’s probably not why she had it
- >But how is that she was able to maintain her demeanor as well as help others?
- >After a while of thought, the question becomes to much and you get her attention
- “Pinkie, how do you stay so...peppy? It’s hell week.”
- >She giggled and turned a bit in a mock form of coolness that raised your right eyebrow
- > “Because...I’m cool like that”
- >Well, that answered absolutely nothing, but you wondered if she even knew the answer herself
- >You petition for another response by maintaining your gaze on her eyes
- > “Well, I guess I just get happy from helping other relax!”
- >Bullshit, the woman’s fed by her damn works of charity?
- >Wow, that was a bit of a harsh leap to judgement for someone you only knew of by her ability to make you sleep
- >Still, she seemed to only know that much so you accepted the answer with a shrug and smile
- >Maybe she was just that nice
- >Or maybe she was using that hypnotism thing to do something
- >Still, you kept your plan and returned to sugarcube corner at the same time as the last appointment
- >That man with the aged hair was also still there, evidently making sure no wrong doings went on
- >This time however, the man stood up and moved over to another table
- >He swiftly kicked beneath the table and a boy with blue hair fell face first from underneath it
- > “What did I say last time?”
- >The man’s gruff voice stirred the teenager up into running for the door behind you
- >Before he made his exit, he grabbed the door and turned around to make a statement
- > “Someday, janitor, I’ll find out how you predicted I’d fail with Twilight!”
- >He ran from the door and hopped into an old and beat up car with a red stripe
- > “Mark my words!”
- >He sped away, leaving black marks where he burned off some rubber as the old man sat down
- “What was that about?”
- >The man returns to his seat and relaxes into it next to a bag of chips with a slow sigh
- > “Nothin’ much”
- >A slight pause seemed to mark that this was all he planned to share on the matter
- >Shaking the moment from your mind, you head upstairs to Pinkie’s room
- >You knock on the door as you did last time, only to have it thrown open quickly
- >Pinkie stood in the doorway panting slightly, a sign that she had dashed to the door for some reason
- >Looking over her right shoulder, you spot that toothless alligator waddling towards you both
- >She steps back and gestures for you to enter, which you do, being careful to avoid stepping on her pet
- >The room was filled with the same scent that only comes from genuine scented candles
- >Searching the room, you find a place to put coats that had a small shelf on which you could hide a camera
- >Granted it would have to be small, but you didn’t think she was doing anything to wrong anyway
- >Lining up the angle in your head, you move over to the table>You take your seat on the velvet pillow and place your hands on the table
- >The lack of Pinkie sitting opposite of you denotes something off, so you turn your head to the door
- >Pinkie stands there in front of the closed doorway tapping her fingers together
- > “Um, well, Anon...I got some good news and bad news”
- >You hear a small commotion downstairs as well as a female voice yelling at someone
- > “Well, you see, tonight was already booked-”
- >That girl that’s yelling downstairs is a voice that you've heard somewhere before
- >If only you could remember where
- > “-But I was able to squeeze you in by double booking!...Is that okay?”
- “Huh? Oh, yeah sure. Who’s that yelling”
- >The yelling stops abruptly and you hear the creaking of footsteps coming up the wooden stairs
- > “That’s, um, that’s the other client”
- >She grows a big smile and shifts her eyes back and forth in silence as you look at her
- >The footsteps stop and you hear a firm knocking on the door as Pinkie swivels around
- >She opens the door and stands up straight to block her vision
- >Unfortunately, the girl was an inch or so taller and so she could see you sitting there easily
- >Sunset Shimmer herself began pointing at you as if you had done something to wrong her
- > “Who is this in MY seat?!”
- >Pinkie is pushed aside as Sunset strides up to you and puts her hands on her hips
- >You shift your eyes around somewhat nervously as the silence in the room becomes painful
- > “Well, you see, I had to double book tonight! So you’ll be sharing a session today”
- >She clasp her hands together with a diplomatic smile as you both look to her disappointingly
- >She sighs and drops her hands down as she moves over to the seat on the other side
- >She flops down at the same time as sunset does on the extra pillow to the side of you
- >Pinkie shifts her eyes between the both of you, sweat starting to form on her forehead
- >It was a little uncomfortable just how uncomfortable she was with the situation
- >You turn your head and are met with sunset shimmer giving you a rather fiery glare
- > “I need this session more than you do”
- >You just sat there and blinked into her large orange eyes, thinking about what she needed it for
- >Late night ‘being a bitch 101’ classes was the most likely choice
- “We both need it. Besides, we’re going to be asleep for the whole thing”
- >She maintains her glare before moving her eyes back to Pinkie’s as you do the same
- > “I get the bed. YOU can sleep on the floor”
- >You roll your eyes and sigh as you concede just to get her to shut up
- >Pinkie seems to have calmed down now that the heat was temporarily off of her
- >She once again extracted the small and foreboding chest with it’s archaic lock
- >Taking the key from between her breasts she places it in the lock
- >You silently wondered to yourself if she always kept that key there or if she placed it there before each session
- >She opens the chest and removes the same journal as before and begins to flip through it’s contents
- >She settles on one page and opens her mouth but then hesitates and flips to another page
- >This time she lifts her head, but turns it down and flips back to the last page she stopped at
- >She does this a few more times as Sunset begins tapping her fingers on the table
- >You turn to look at her as you wait for Pinkie to make up her mind on the page, but Sunset speaks up
- > “What’s taking so long?”
- >Rather impatient for someone about to take what could best be described as a power nap
- > “Well...there’s good news and bad news...”
- >You look back to Sunset as she groans and folds her arms underneath her breasts
- >Even as bitchy as she was, she did have quite the amazing wrack on her
- >They were a bit smaller than Pinkie’s, at least in that dress, but they had their own special perk to them
- >Silently, as you would never tell her in real life, you admitted they were pretty great tits
- >Looking up to her eyes glaring at you again, you catch the feeling she knew your thoughts on the matter
- “Get something on your shirt”
- >You turn back as she rubbed at her shirt, quietly amazed at the fact that worked
- > “Well, you see, there’s another phrase for two people, but-”
- >She paused and read the page quickly as Sunset returned her focus to Pinkie
- > “But what?”
- >She lifts her head up and sighs as she seems to know that the news will make her angry
- > “-But it makes you both share the dream”
- “No”
- > “No”
- >She blinks as both of you respond faster than she expected
- > “Well, the other one’s the regular one, but it will most likely kill one of you”
- >You turn to share your shock at this with Sunset, only to find her hand on her chin
- >After a few seconds of silence and occasionally glancing at you, she lets out a huff and folds her arms again
- > “...fine. shared dream it is”
- >Pinkie shakes her hands with glee, giving quite the interesting jiggle to her round chest
- >Sunset elbows your shoulder and you grab it while turning to look at her
- >She gave you a disappointing look before scoffing as she mumbled under her breath”
- > “...pervert”
- >You roll your eyes to her odd stance on where your eyes rested and look back to Pinkie
- >She had finished her personnel celebration and had picked up the small book once more
- >Pinkie clears her throat as she begins to read the instructions listed
- > “First, both people must clasp hands”
- >Both you and Sunset scoff and reluctantly grab her right hand with your left
- >Pinkie watches in quiet before coughing a little and leaning forward in anticipation
- “What is it?”
- > “You’re supposed to be holding both of your hands”
- >Another scoff as you both shift on your pillows and clasp both of each other’s hands
- >Pinkie clears her throat, already at an odd number of times, and continues with the instructions
- > “Now lock eyes with the other person and repeat after me”
- >You look deeply into the angry eyes of Sunset Shimmer as you await the words
- >The sky blue eyes seemed so soft and kind, contrary to every other part of her
- >Aside from those perky tits and presumably soft ass, she just looked bitchy
- >Still, her eyes even seemed to hide something behind them
- >As if she had some dark secret beside the fact she was a massive bitch
- >Oh wait, that wasn’t that much of a secret
- > “Together with our hands united, we share ourselves undaunted”
- >Both of you repeat the phrase after her, feeling it’s power working around the room
- > “Let our eyes share some rest, let earthly pains become a pest”
- >The methodic drum of Sunset’s voice mixing with yours seemed to be the root of the sleepiness
- > “Let the dreams bleed from hand to hand, give into to any given command”
- >That seemed like an odd line, yet you repeated it anyhow, already in a trance
- > “Now let your conscious mind drift, and give into the shift!”
- >Shift?
- >And then your brain was ripped from the inside of your body and tossed into Sunset’s
- >Oh, shift
- >Blinking your eyes, you look up into a lovely blues sky filled with clouds
- >This song comes clearly into focus and fills your ears with it’s beauty: "Hymn To Zeus" (Composition in the Ancient Greek Dorian Mode)
- >Sitting up, you become aware that you sit alone on a large grass hill aside from a lone tree
- >It was an apple tree, you could tell from the bright red fruit that hung from it’s branches
- >Suddenly, you hear the crunch of someone eating one of the apples on the other side and move over there
- >As you move to the other side of the large trunk, you find the sound of lyre music become clearer
- >As you round the trunk you find that the musician is Sunset Shimmer herself
- >She was wearing a quite lovely white sundress that had tinges of blue and gold at the trims
- >She sat on the ground, unaware of your presence, strumming away till the song finished
- >Done with yet another rendition of the piece, she takes a bite from the apple beside her
- >Taking another step, she spots you and narrows her eyes at you
- >You waited for her to start chiding you for spying on her but instead she started to laugh
- >She had a sweet, almost melodic laugh that made you start to chuckle as well
- “You know, you’re quite good at that”
- >She tapered off her laugh and let her head rest against the bark of the tree as she closed her eyes
- > “Thanks, I always loved playing the lyre back home”
- >You take a seat next to her after you pluck an apple for yourself and take a bite
- >It was sweet, yet not overpowering with it’s flavor, almost as though it was designed
- > “I would go out into the field and just play when I was a kid”
- >She looks longingly at the lyre and you look down towards your lap as silence comes over the hill
- “Where is home for you?”
- >She snaps out of the trance towards her instrument and looks at you with a smile
- > “I’m from...somewhere far away”
- >That was a pretty vague answer, but you let it slide as she was being nice for once
- “You ever think about visiting it sometime?”
- >She pauses as she rubs the smooth handles of the lyre in quiet thought
- >You thought you saw a tear in her eye but she lets out a sigh as she looks out to the field
- > “Somedays. I don’t think I can go back just yet though”
- >She seemed to be hurt by something, but you let her keep it to herself
- “Well, I hope you do. I mean, so long as you still want to”
- >She doesn’t respond, instead, she justs lets out a little sweet chuckle and takes a bite of the apple
- >You take a bite of yours and both of you sit for a while as you quietly eat your fruits
- > “So, why are you taking the sessions?”
- “Exams. You?”
- >She waits until she finishes another bite of the juicy apple with a swallow before responding
- > “Stress. Got a whole lot of it”
- >You nod your head in return before just letting the hills fill your ears
- > “Anon, can I ask you something?”
- >You turn and see her face tinged with slight sadness
- “Sure, what is it?”
- > “Do you think...do you think that I’m mean?”
- >Your first thought would have been a straight yes
- >But seeing her here, all cute in that dress and filled with sad memories...
- >It somewhat complicated things
- “No, you’re just...a bit crass”
- >She looks into her lap before lifting her head and giving you another little chuckle
- > “I’ve heard worse”
- >She moves the lyre to her side as she seemed to be done with playing it
- > “It’s actually sort of the reason I came here”
- >She went quiet for a bit, but you decided to let her take her own pace
- > “I’ve made a lot of enemies and not many friends-”
- >She seemed to catch herself in her throat before going on
- > “-Oh, who am I kidding? I’ve got no friends”
- >A few tears came to her eyes and it hurt you a little to see her like this
- >You place a hand on her shoulder and she lifts her watery eyes to meet yours
- “Hey, you know, if it really hurts that bad you could always hang out with me”
- >She places a hand on the one you placed on her shoulder
- > “Oh please, I don’t want to be a pity friend. I’m not THAT lame...”
- >This time, it was you who chuckled as you pulled you squeezed your hand slightly on her shoulder
- “If you can play the lyre like that, it won’t be out of pity, trust me”
- >She looked into your eyes almost pleadingly for a few seconds before turning down
- > “So you’ll only like me so long as I can do something entertaining?”
- >You roll your eyes as she wasn’t looking at you and pressed on
- “Listen, if you play the instrument, I can do stuff to entertain you. It’s not a one way street.”
- >She looks at you with eyes that were starting to water up again until she hugged you
- >You started to say something else but she shushed you and paused before speaking again
- > “I’m sorry, it’s just...just...”
- >So seemed to start choking up again and you placed a hand on her back
- > “...I’ve just never had a friend before. It’s all my fault too!”
- >Another choke so you let her find the words, choosing to let her do only so much as she wanted
- > “I’ve always been trying to beat everybody else by just pushing them all away...”
- >She drifted off into some muffled sobs that bled through the shoulder she forced her head into
- “Well, if I don’t try to be better than you at anything, and you don’t to me, we’ll be equal right?”
- >She was quiet for a bit as her head lifted up again, sniffling all the way as it moved
- > “I guess so...”
- >She removed herself from the hug and moved back to her own seat on the grass
- >She chuckled a bit once more, this one a bit sadder, and you followed suit
- > “Heh, look at me, bleeding my heart out to some nobody”
- >She puts a hand to her mouth sat up straight looking back to you
- >You put her to rest with a dismissive wave, showing your lack of care to the insult
- “Old habits die hard, it’s fine”
- >She sits back and leans against your side as you hear a distant voice calling out
- > “Hey Anon?”
- “Yeah, Sunset?”
- > “Thanks, I think I needed this”
- >And with that last sentiment, you both awoke on in the large room
- >Both you and Sunset shimmer were laying next to one another on with your hands still clasped
- >Sunset blinks her eyes lazily before snapping them open with fury
- >She yanks away her hands from yours in a small fit as she struggles to hide the blushes on her cheek
- >You roll onto your back as you hear Pinkie scramble away from both of you
- >Sitting up, you begin to rub your head in the spot of your new bed head
- >You stand alongside Sunset and both of you begin to wipe off your hands
- >Sunset stands up a few seconds after you do and both of you look to Pinkie Pie in the corner
- >She sat there, much calmer now, with a large smile splitting her face in two
- > “So, you guys enjoyed the dream?”
- >Something about the way she said that led you to think she was implying something
- > “It was-”
- >Sunset paused and tossed a small and nonchalant glance your way before going on
- > “-better than what I feared”
- >Considering she had obviously gone back to bitch mode, that was a damn fine compliment
- “Aw thanks Sun-”
- > “Yeah, whatever, pervert”
- >Despite the coldness in her tone, you couldn’t help but think of the girl in the dream
- >Underneath that leather jacket was that lovely sundress with tinges of blue and gold
- >Right now though, it was damn hard to see it past all of this cold shoulder
- “Well, see you later Pinkie. Tuesday next week right?”
- > “Of course! Both of you are always welcome here! Unless I’m baking or-”
- >Sunset rolled her eyes as she gave her goodbye, moving for the door
- > “Right, later”
- >You followed Sunset outside, not bothering to look further around the room anymore
- >With Sunset having left already, it would have been more suspicious to stay
- >Besides, you wanted to talk to Sunset before she left again
- “Hey Sunset?”
- >She didn’t respond verbally, but she did stop herself from entering her now open door
- >A bit of silence follows your calling as you try to find the right words
- “You did mean what you said in the dream...right?”
- >She gripped the frame of her car tighter but still didn’t respond, letting the noise of the city fill in
- >You take a few steps forward to her and she stands up straight, making you stop in your tracks
- “I mean, only if you still want to”
- >She turns around with fire in her sky blue eyes that all but leaps out at you
- >The fire bleeds away and she looks down to the ground, defeat coming over her face
- > “Just...don’t mention, okay?”
- >She started to back to her car, but you stopped her with a grab of her arm after a few quick strides
- “Listen Sunset-”
- >She looks back at you with that same fire, now somewhat cooled by the small build up of tears
- > “What?! Huh? Wanna make fun of me? I could kick your ass, ruin you!”
- >Anger rose on her face and she wiped away the rising tears with her free hand
- “I know you could”
- > “So what? You like being stupid or something? Are you patronising me?!”
- >She yanked away her arm but still didn’t get in her car, choosing instead to wipe her sniffling nose
- “I wouldn’t patronise you, why would I?”
- >Tears that once clung to her eyes began to roll down her cheeks, the night air cooling them as they moved
- > “Because you’re just like her! Like Sparkle! Like-like Celestia! All of you don’t think I can do all of it on my own!”
- >She pushes you away and moves towards you, luckily, the street was empty at this point in the afternoon
- > “You don’t think I can defend myself?! You think I’m weak?! Well? SAY SOMETHING”
- >She fumed with rage as the tears continued to pour from her soft blue eyes
- >You stay silent for a few seconds as the cool winds blow some leaves and other debris between you two
- “Sunset, I know that you could take on the world all by yourself”
- >She pants with rage and wipes her face quickly before returning her sight to you again
- “I just think it would be nicer if you had someone along for the ride”
- >The rage bleeds from her in a flash and her face is left a stunned pale mask
- >Soon after she fell to her knees and collapsed into shaking sobs as she tried to speak
- > “I-I d-don’t...n-need...”
- >You get down on one knee and place a hand onto her right shoulder with a small rub
- >She looked up to you with those big blue eyes, completely devoid of the fire that was once there
- “I know you don’t need anything”
- >She sniffled as you paused to let the words sink in with all the sincerity you gave them
- “But don’t you ever have wants?”
- >She threw her arms around you, pulling you into a warm embrace
- >And all of a sudden, you were back under that apple tree in the field
- >The cool wind around you turned into a warmer and gentler kind as it tried to pierce this little heaven
- >You smile and hug her back, letting the tears be absorbed by the fabric of your shirt
- >Eventually, she stopped crying and pulled back so both of you could stand up
- “Look, I know we just met and all, but do you want to hang out sometime”
- >She looked at you and for one second gave you a sweet smile
- >With that smile, you saw her back in that field, but then you took her back to now
- >She didn’t need to be in a dream to be happy, and you didn’t need her in one
- >She moved back to her car and turned to face you before she got in
- > “You know...I’d like that”
- >You moved to your car and gave her a quick smile before you got into your car as well
- “Me too. See you at lunch then?”
- >She nods and finally enters the car and starts it, queueing you to do the same
- >You watch her car drive off before doing it yourself and begin the short drive home
- >Once you got home, you moved to your desk once again and relaxed in the chair
- >You had finished all of your work in class, and thus had nothing to do till you slept
- >Sitting there you started to piece together the whirlwind of thoughts in your head
- >You thought back to the dream you shared with Sunset and the plans you both made
- >It seemed a bit odd, something was off about her that night
- >Normally, she was a cold bitch that shined that fake smile to anyone who planned on voting for the dance
- >All of a sudden it hit you that she was acting extremely unlike her usual self
- >Well, if you shared a dream with someone you might be more apt to share with them
- >But wouldn’t someone as reserved as her just reject you outright?
- >She tried to, at least she hesitated at first
- >All of those tears though...
- >Maybe something changed in her from having you in her head
- >It was the most likely scenario, yet something seemed off about it
- >You lean forward in your chair, in the direction of your bed as your mind drifted elsewhere
- >It came to rest upon what your plan for recording one session was
- >Slowly you get an idea of how to place the camera near the hat rack without her noticing
- >Wearing a hat seems to be the easiest way
- >Honestly, this whole planning session to about a minute to come up with as it was pretty simple
- >Still, you wanted to make sure you had something before you just barrel into her room
- >You decide that it would be better to do a special session rather than a regular
- >The risk of her double booking again was too great, it would be better to do it alone
- >The next day comes with a shocking dullness to it, at least until lunch
- >It turns out that you were right in assuming you and Sunset had the same lunch
- >Another odd quirk, how did you know that? Was it a lucky guess?
- >Still, it leaves your mind and both of you meet up around a lonely table and talk
- >Turns out she was rather focused on her academics and books
- >She was sort of arrogant and pushy with her abilities and classes but still pretty cool
- >You found that you didn’t have to interject much into the conversation as she could talk for minutes at a time
- >Not that they were boring or convoluted, they were pretty interesting tales that held your attention
- >After a few stories, she switched to a rather in depth conversation about movies
- >She explained that she didn’t have films where she came from, or at least not the ones you knew
- >All in all she was just as interesting as you remembered her from last night
- >Before that session, you had only seen her at pep rallies where she always wore that same outfit
- >A rather well shared joke was that she had become the school’s mascot since she got here
- >No one dared say it to her face however, as she always would guilt trip and then destroy them
- >Thinking about her former cruelty almost seemed alien to this girl that sat across from you
- >This girl who ate cheese fries whilst calling the new Indiana Jones ‘more flamming than my hair’
- >You laughed with her at the joke and heard the booming ring of the class bell
- >Lunch, much to your displeasure, had ended in the middle of your discussion
- “See you next week same table?”
- > “Of course”
- >She waved goodbye as she slid on her backpack and both of you left to your respective classes
- >You made a mental note to yourself to thank Pinkie for getting both of you together
- >Next hour slid by with you in a relative daze from the memories of Sunset’s interesting ideas on film
- >When you got to sixth hour you were met with quite a shocking sight that made you feel out of place for a second
- >Sitting in the seat in which the bubbly yet clever pink girl sat was someone else
- >Instead, there sat a terrifyingly seductive pink woman in a tight fortune teller dress
- >Now this one, above all else that had happened to you these past few days needed an explanation
- >Gypsy magic was probably just some sort of hypnosis or suggestion
- >Tight bras allowed such big tits to squeeze inside a tight dress like that one before you
- >Sunset was actually just a cool person with some bad shit in her past
- >Brad getting his ass kicked by some old janitor of a soda place just made common sense
- >But most of them together at once in school of all places?
- >That one would have to take a bit of explanation to explain it away
- >You take your seat next to this pink imposter, never breaking eye contact
- >All she did was maintain eye contact with a large smile and waited for you to start
- >A moment of enrapt silence in which she looked like she might just burst out of that dress
- >Sadly, you made the mistake to speak up before that happened
- “Why are you-”
- >You interrupted as she shoots her hands up with excitement and bursts with joy
- > “I’m dressing up today!”
- >A brief pause as you flipped through your mental calendar for any holidays
- “Dressing up for what?”
- >she relaxes a bit and giggles back into her seat as she responds
- > “Just because”
- >She smiled at your confused and dazed expression, searching mentally for any reasoning
- >Finding none, you continued your blank stare in the hope she might offer one
- > “It’s not THAT weird”
- >You gesture to the entirety of her odd get up as evidence to the contrary of that
- “This isn’t THAT weird for you?”
- >She leans back in her chair again in another mock attempt at ‘coolness’
- > “It’s only weird if you make it weird”
- >Well that sure as hell was one unexpected statement for her to make
- >Not to mention the veritable horde of implications that came with the way she said it
- >That may have been more helped by your inner pervert noticing the way her breasts pushed against the chair
- >What was with Pinkie and making you want to be animals and inanimate objects?
- >Regardless, you move forward in your seat and try to shake away those thoughts
- >It was sad to watch those fantasies about Pinkie and her dress leave, but it was a damn fine view
- >No view when watching those ones leave, sadly
- >Class passes by with the same amount of methodic clicks as the last classes
- >Once class had ended you made sure to grab Pinkie’s attention as you left the classroom
- “Hey Pinkie, can I schedule a session for tonight?”
- > “Hold on, let me check my calendar”
- >You wait in silence as she lifts her head to the sky and mumbles even quicker than her usual speech
- >After reaching past the point of it being a joke she snaps her head down with an answer
- > “Yes! I’m free at 6:30”
- “It took you that long to remember that?”
- >She looked at you with a blissfully unaware smile on her face
- > “Yep!”
- >Another pause
- >Guess that was your queue to leave, and so you did
- >It was later at night and the cloudy sky had started to drain onto the ground
- >Which was oddly cinematic for the spying you were going to do
- >You justified it to yourself by insisting that it was only yourself that you were spying on
- >Maybe you were just being paranoid, but the feeling was strong
- >Which, admittedly was a good sign of paranoia
- >Still, you saw no real harm in a little espionage into a shady situation
- >You pull up and get out your black umbrella before leaving your car
- >The water was pouring all around you filling the air with the scent of wettened air
- >Droplets made a chaotic mix of noise that followed you into sugarcube corner
- >In the corner you once again saw that same old janitor flipping through a magazine
- >He barely take notice of your presence and continues reading his magazine, undaunted by your dripping water on the floor
- >You head upstairs, making several squeaking noises as you do so
- >Knocking on the door, you can hear Pinkie moving things around in her room
- >With no response, you knock again, this time a bit harder
- >The noise stops for a second then you hear rapid steps toward the door
- >Pinkie throws open the door and tries to greet you but lacks the breath to do so
- >Then you notice something quite amazing that widens your eyes
- >The dress, as you could plainly see, was malfunctioning somewhat in quite the attractive way
- >Her right breast was hanging out of the dress completely free and open to the air
- > “Welcome!”
- >She had finally managed to find the air need to greet you
- >Suddenly, she becomes aware of the malfunction as she straightens up
- >The door slams in your face for a flash as she lets an ‘eep’ slip out
- >A second later the door was once again thrown open, this time lacking the same view
- > “Okay, welcome!”
- >Her cheeks were a slightly deeper tinge of pink than the other skin, which you took to be a blush
- >Brushing off the nip slip, you move to the hat tree to place your camera and hat
- >You manage to do so as Pinkie moved to the table, so she didn’t see you
- >Sitting back down, you prepare to go through the same procedure as last time
- >Pinkie once again extracts the key, being extra careful now, from between her breasts
- >Pulling out the chest, she unlocks it, same as the last few times and flips through the journal
- >She finds the same old page and looks down with a smile as you have your hands place on the table
- >Placing them over yours, warming them after being in the cool air so long, she begins to speak
- >“You are sleepy, you should really get some rest”
- >Ah, there was that already welcome sensation as the creeping stillness flooded your body
- > “No need to be weepy, sleep takes even the best”
- >The odd words and their meaning held little importance to you this time as sleep tried to get closer
- > “Dream something creepy, your body is taken by wrest”
- >You thought for one small moment if the camera was in the right position, but quickly dismissed it as mindless worry
- >Besides, you were already in too deep to get out anyhow, might as well enjoy it while you can
- > “Let things get freaky, now pass the final test!”
- >Closing your eyes, you begin to see the vivid colors of your dream as the drain the reality away from you
- >You feel yourself falling sideways to the floor, but never hit it as all of a sudden the ground comes to you
- >All of a sudden you feel your head resting on something soft and slightly warm
- >Lifting it up you see yourself in a rather large room with several pieces of antique furniture
- >Picture frames of gold lined portraits of exquisite quality made from evidently high quality paints
- >The crackle of the wood fireplace draws your attention as you began to feel it’s heat
- >Looking down at to an expensive rug, you push yourself up to get a better look around
- >As you stand, you become aware of the fact that you were dressed in a very comfortable robe
- >You spot a chair in front of you that lies open an feel a powerful urge to sit on it’s seemingly comfy cushion
- >A cough from behind makes you spin around to face the person you share it with
- >The man before you wore a strangely colored attire that seemed like it was patchwork
- >The only evidence against this was the fact that it seemed to be one solid piece of cloth
- >His goatee and hair were of a silvery gray color and seemed well oiled and gave contrast to his clothes
- >He gestured for you to sit down on the offered seat and you complied
- >Lifting his hand, he drank from an ornate tea cup a steaming brew of what smelled like tea
- >A small smile showed across his face and gestured to a similar cup with the same beverage in it near you
- >It sat on a small oaken table that gave off an air of age and refinement
- >As a matter of fact, you got that feeling from every object in, and even the room itself
- >Except for the man that sat opposite you in that chair
- >From him, all you felt was something uneasy, as if the world was somewhat different with him there
- >Picking up your tea cup, you gaze into it’s contents when you see something odd
- >The liquid in the cup was flowing oddly, as if it wasn’t tea at all
- >Bringing it closer to your face you inhale deeply to smell it
- >Was this...
- >It was an ornate teacup filled with steaming chocolate syrup
- >Cocking an eyebrow, you turn to face the bearded man for an explanation
- >Looking to the seat shows nothing as he appears to have disappeared from the room entirely
- >You stand up only to find that there were no doors in the room at all
- >Finding no exit, but also a lack of urgency, you return to your seat in silence
- > “Why’d you get up?”
- >You jump a little at the sudden voice in the seat next to yours
- “Where did you go just now?”
- > “I stepped out to refill”
- >He lifts his cup and begins to sip at the hot chocolate syrup with an exaggerated grip
- >You couldn’t explain how he had done that, but decided to let it go
- >Something about this room seemed to just make you accept that things were off
- > “Not gonna ask why this room has no doors?”
- >The question strikes you as odd sounding and you turn to see the man so that he could repeat it
- “No, why would I?”
- > “How do you plan on getting out?”
- >You think on this question for a few seconds before you decide on an answer
- “I’ll wake up eventually”
- > “Oh, so you know this is a dream then”
- >Agreeing with a nod, you lift up the tea cup to take another sniff only to find it’s changed
- >Earl grey tea, heated as if just poured from the pot and well mixed to your liking
- >It was a dream after all, the fact you could change a drink was not hard to believe
- >Yet something began to itch at the back of your mind until you just had to ask it
- “If this is a dream-”
- > “It is”
- “-Then who are you?”
- >Silence takes the room aside from the few rare crackles of the ever burning logs in the fireplace
- > “What do you think I am?”
- >You think for a moment of the plethora of things that the mysterious figure could be
- “Do you not know?”
- > “Oh, I know what I am. But it’s you that wants to find out.”
- >A long stare is shared by the both of you as the bearded man smiles
- “...You’re a dick”
- > “Bingo!”
- >Both of you once again sat there with nothing to say to each other
- >Silently enjoying the tea, you gave it a couple sips before noticing it never ran out
- > “That’s because you’re in a dream”
- “I know that”
- >You paused and looked at the bearded man, attempting to look inconspicuous and failing
- >He started to whistle as well, in an almost comical way
- “So, you can read my mind too?”
- > “Well we are in your head already. But, yes, I can”
- >Staring at him, keeping your mind blank, you wait in silence for him to speak again
- > “Oh come on now, I’ve done it your whole life, why worry now?”
- “My whole life? Who are you?”
- > “I am many things. Any you want to hear in particular?”
- >He smiled a corny smile that showed him to be toying with you and nothing more
- “Just give me a few. And nothing stupid or philosophical nonsense either”
- >He frowned and rolled his eyes about in thought as he evidently searched for an acceptable term
- > “I’m your creative side. Your muse, if your into that”
- “My creative side? How am I talking to a part of my brain?”
- >He shrugged and finally put the tea cup back onto the table next to him
- > “You got me, I was going to ask you. Done anything odd recently?”
- >You thought for a moment about what was happening before you fell asleep
- “I...went to Pinkie’s for a session”
- > “Ah yes, the confusion rhymes that knock out your right half”
- >He gestured all around himself before flopping the arm down on the chair with a huff
- > “He has to be all melodramatic and turn into a perfect box. Lucky for you I spruced the place up”
- >This was becoming a little too much for you to handle and you lean forward in your chair
- >You cradle your head in your hands and rub your face for a few seconds before lifting up your head
- “So...I’m inside of my own head? How?”
- >The man finished a drink of his cup and set it down again before her responded
- > “Well, your having a very deep sleep right now”
- >You roll your eyes and fall against the tall back of your old chair making it squeak from the movement
- “But at the other sessions I just had a dream”
- > “Yes, that was because there was spacing between them”
- >Thinking back you did remember Pinkie taking a long time thinking about this sessions date
- >Could it have been that she was wondering if your mind could handle the strain?
- “Right well, how long till we wake up?”
- >The man pulls away the sleeve of his technicolor jacket to reveal a large wristwatch
- >It was cartoonishly large with several dials and a mix of several metallic colors
- > “In about a minute our time. Got anything to say before you wake up?”
- >Leaning back, you think on if there are any questions you could ask part of your own head
- “If you really are my left hemisphere, why are we paranoid of Pinkie? Is it really unfounded?”
- >He chuckles slightly in an oddly deep tone before he spoke again
- > “You’re paranoid because it’s a suspicious situation And no, it’s not unfounded”
- >Well, while rather straight forward, you felt somewhat at ease by the question”
- >Something hits you about this dream, like all the others
- “If my right brain’s asleep, then who are you talking too? Yourself?”
- >His eyes widen and he checks his watch with a large gulp
- >You go to start again but he lifts his finger for you to wait for something
- >Finally he lets his finger down and smiles at you with a large toothy grin
- > “See you later, me”
- >With that, you woke up with a start on the bed
- >Though slightly shaken from your experience in the dream, you shift to a sitting position
- >You rub your hair as a small headache fades quickly from your temples
- >Soon you blink your eyes into focus and look around for Pinkie Pie
- >She didn’t appear to be in the room at all despite you double checking everywhere
- >You stand, now fully awakened from your sleeping state of mind, and look around
- >Remembering the camera, you head over there to check on it
- >It had recorded the whole session, as you had hoped it would, from what you could see on the timer
- >It had saved up around 20 minutes of video for you to look at at home
- >You hear footsteps up the wooden stairs and quickly hide the camera once again in your coat
- >Slipping the coat on, you hear the door open up and see Pinkie bounce in
- >Sometimes, you just have to take in the raw glory of chance granting you something wonderful
- >There, for your eyes alone, was Pinkie Pie
- >Wearing nothing but her neon pink bra and panty combo
- >She stopped when she saw that you were out of the bed and looked to her left and right for you
- >Frozen for fear of her retaliation, you made no effort to show yourself
- >Instead, you opted to enjoy the view while it lasted
- >A few seconds was all this lasted as she turns around to see you standing by the hat rack
- >Speak up! Say something to cover your ass!
- “...Hey”
- >Preemptively flinching you wonder how fast you could bolt out of this room before she got you
- >She wasn’t a fighter or anything, but an embarrassed girl was not something you wanted to stick around for
- >Rather than a scream or roar, you were treated with a sweet little chuckle
- > “Oh! There you are, I was wondering where you snuck off too”
- >You stare at her and then eye her body up and down once again to check she was still nude
- >Finding she was, you opened your mouth to ask another question but were cut off
- > “Sorry, was doing some laundry. So, do you have the money?”
- >Blinking from shock, you mindlessly search your pockets until you extract the wallet
- >Never breaking eye contact, you remove the twenty you put in there for this session
- >She holds that same innocent smile, as if unaware that being her naked body was visible
- > “I didn’t melt your brain or anything did I?”
- >You widen your eyes as a response to her comment as you move to give her the $20 note
- “MY brain? You do know that you’re naked right?”
- >She rolls her eyes and takes the money from you and shoves it between her tits like the key
- >You wondered how many things could fit in such a crevice
- >Or more specifically, you wanted to know if one thing could fit into that crevice
- >In terrible silence both of you stood still waiting on the other’s next action
- >Well, the silence was a great deal more tense on your side
- >Pinkie seemed veritably thrilled to see you right now, scantily clad or not
- >Eventually you start to leave, straining to not let your eyes drift downward
- >inching along in a circle around her, you were only a few more steps to leaving when it happened
- >Your eyes, unable to restrain themselves any longer and shot downwards
- >There, along with your eyes, you stood transfixed by this gypsy’s accursed curves
- >Hellfire begins playing in your minds as you connect with Frolow for one small moment
- >These gypsy girls were incredibly hot, as he stated
- >Still, genocide of a majority of their population seems a bit cruel
- >Back in reality, your brow furrows as beads of sweat roll across it from strain
- >The internal battle going on in your head was worthy of being shelved along The Oddessy
- >Eventually Pinkie began bouncing on the heels of her feet out of boredom
- >She seemed to be unfazed or unaware of your leering stare at her fully displayed chest
- >After staring for what seemed like far too long any person should be allowed to view such wonders, you looked up
- >Her smile was still on in full blast as she stood waiting for you to leave or say something
- >Caught between which of these to do, you fell back against the door and mumbled otu something
- “Thanks for the tits”
- > “What was that?”
- >Shit, panic mode
- “I said thanks for the breasession-I mean session”
- >Holy fuck, was it possible to get drunk on looking at her chest?
- >She laughed and helped you back into a standing position as you waited for her to snap
- > “And I thought I was great at puns!”
- >You just had to blink at that one as no one could possibly be this chill
- >Finding that you were totally awake after a few blinks, you searched for how one girl was like this
- >With Pinkie Pie, from what you had heard, a certain degree of sitcomishness was to be expected
- >But this was starting to seem a bit like some far fetched tale you overhear between jocks
- >She coughed a little to hint that you had once again become frozen in place
- “Um...sorry, gotta go!”
- >You dash down the stairs in a lightning fast pace as Pinkie yells to your back
- > “Okay! See you Monday!”
- >This was mixed with the sound of your pounding footsteps as you dash to the ground floor
- >Stopping to look for the exit, you see the janitor sitting in the same booth
- “Did you see Pinkie in her underpants?”
- > “Yep”
- >He flipped another page of the magazine he browsed, some sort of janitorial illustrated
- “And you’re not freaking out?”
- > “Nope, I seen it b’fore”
- >You stare at him for a few seconds as you catch your breath from the slight but quick descent
- >Not like you were unfit or anything, it was just a very stressful escape
- >Moving to the door, at a more reasonable pace, you go outside
- >It was somewhat darker than you had entered, but only a marginal amount
- >Getting in your car, you extract the camera from your coat and place it on the seat next to you
- >Soon, you would have the answer to a question that had been nagging you
- >But first you would have to wipe your mind off of those tits with a quick drive home
- >It was dangerous to drive, even if the only intoxicant was seductive curves
- >Once you got home you began to unwind as you had done in past sessions
- >You shook your head and stared at the camera for an unknown amount of time
- >It seemed rather ominous, as if something was hiding within it
- >A strange feeling comes over you as you become more and more concerned with it
- >Whether or not to view the recording or not became a raging battle in your mind
- >Making up your mind despite a decent amount of resistance by some frightened portion
- >Connecting it to your computer you find the file and begin to play it
- >The video starts to load as you worry over what the contents could be
- >Pinkie had seemed normal at the beginning, and you lacked any evidence of trickery
- >Nothing had been taken from you nor had anything been altered on you
- >Yet still, something about Pinkie’s totally candid attitude towards you seeing her in her underwear was weird
- >It wasn’t an unwelcome sight, you weren’t out of your mind or anything
- >The video clicks into play automatically and shows you walking back the the pillow and flopping down
- >You walked with an absolutely terrible posture and made a mental note to change that
- >Watching yourself gave you an almost voyeuristic vibe, replaced by arrogance at the realization it was you
- >Soon Pinkie comes in and everything happens as you remember it to the letter
- >Your memory had really improved ever since you started going to these sessions
- >Though the audio was a bit fuzzy, it was clear enough that you could hear it
- >Suddenly, you are gripped by the fear that the phrase might work even when recorded
- >You cover your ears quickly, but can still hear it through the muffling of your palms
- >No silence or dizziness comes and you remember Pinkie’s use of her hands
- >The phrase must only work if you put your hands over the person you say it too
- >Letting loose a sigh of relaxation you return your focus to the video before you
- >Blinking a couple of times as the brightness of the monitor shrinks your pupils in the dim room
- >You fall asleep in the video with a slight thud as you tumble to the adjacent pillow
- >Pinkie shifts her gaze about the room before moving over to you and shaking you
- > “Anon...Anon?”
- >Hearing no response from your unconscious body, Pinkie stands up again and moves off screen
- >There is silence, aside from your occasionally loud breath, until Pinkie returns
- >She now moves over to your body and lays you flat onto the ground
- >Watching her move your motionless body, you sit up straight in your seat
- >What was she doing to you?
- >After laying you into an X-shape with your arms and legs spread apart, she began to speak
- > “Anon? You are totally asleep, nothing remains conscious or aware in reality”
- >Obviously, your sleeping form fails to respond to this odd statement
- >Was this some sort of therapy that occurred while the patient slept?
- >And then something odd happened as your body seemed to shift into a rigid pose
- > “Anon, sit up”
- >Leaning into the seat, you watch your body in the video slowly rise
- >It sat in a slumped position before straightening up with a slight jerk as the order was fulfilled
- >You sat in your chair, enraptured by what was happening in the video and what you foresaw
- >Pinkie put her hands on her cloth covered hips and lets out an small and evil giggle
- >Moving her hands to the dresse’s belt, she begins to unbutton it rather frantically
- >Finally loosening it’s grip she let’s out a sigh and lets the skirt fall to the ground in a heap
- >Stepping out of this small heap, she pulled the top half of her dress over her head, evidently having unbuttoned it some
- >Removing the bandana from her hair and taking off her shoes, she was now naked as when you left
- >All that clung to her body was that tight pink bra and panty set
- >So, your theory on how she got those melons into such a revealing dress was correct
- >Deciding to celebrate your detective skills later, you return your attention to the film
- >Pinkie moved a little to where you sat on the carpeted floor and stopped a few inches from your face
- >Her naked body was so close, yet you have no memory of it being there at all
- >She laughs a small bit after a very tense pause in her movements and walks away
- >Turning back, she strikes a damsel pose and puts on southern belle accent
- > “Oh mistah, anon, you’ve come upon me whilst I’m in my bed wear!”
- >You stick out your tongue at her utterly crude acting abilities, which she seemed to revel in
- >She then strikes another which looks to be just another in the same position
- > “Oh mistah anon, please...join me in the boudoir...”
- >She falls to the ground and seems to pretend that it’s some luxurious bed
- >Rolling on her back, she lets out a sigh of frustration before snapping her fingers and sitting up
- >Standing up, she strikes an embarrassed pose where she attempts to cover her more intimate areas
- > “Anon! What’re you doing in here?!”
- >She tosses her head back in exasperated shock a few times before stopping with a laugh
- >She laughs at her own antics for a good minute solid before starting to talk again
- > “Okay, for real this time. Anon, stand up”
- >Your in animate body sluggishly comes to life and does as pinkie requested at once
- >She moves over to you and puts her finger on the top of your chest and slides it down
- >She then backs up so that you can perform another command for her
- > “Anon, take off your shirt”
- >Having to pull a bit at your lulling head, you otherwise do so with haste at her request
- >Walking back over to the you in the video, she does the same action of touching your chest
- >Putting her head down to your chest, she appears to listen to your heartbeat before pulling away
- >As she moves away she starts to undo her own clothing, beginning with that tight pink bra
- > “Damn this thing is tight. Anon, take off your pants.”
- >You do so in the video, at least you assume so, as your attention now rests on the nude Pinkie Pie
- >Her chest, free from it’s captivity in the bra, jiggles from the slight drop from it’s held position
- >Those perfect tits, done an injustice surely by the quality of the film, hung free at least
- >She rubbed them a bit before she apparently had a very good idea come to her
- > “Anon, come over here”
- >Your body does so and you widen your eyes with anticipation
- > “Anon, rub my breasts”
- >Looking down at your own hands as various sighs of relief come from Pinkie you feel in awe
- >The one time she let you touch them you just had to be an unconscious slave
- >Your unconscious self busied away with the veritable fondling of Pinkie’s chest as she moved her hands downward
- >Careful not to obstruct your massaging, she slid the panties down her thighs
- >Watching the brighter pink cloth slip it’s way down the duller pink legs was hypnotising in it’s own way
- >Kicking them away, she was finally and completely naked before you
- >Your sleeping form had no reaction obviously, but your currently awake one did
- >Ignoring the intruding bulge below, you strain to see what happens next
- >As your hands continue to work on her chest, her hands move over to your southern region
- >Excited for his upcoming cameo, your lower friend becomes completely hard
- >Feeling a bit voyeuristic for jerking it to a video of yourself, as well as vain, you decide to do nothing
- >Pinkie undoes your button and fly and pulls down your pants as far as she can
- > “Anon, step away and remove your pants”
- >You do so and await further instructions from her, at least the sleeping version does
- > “Now, Anon, take off those underpants”
- >Pulling down your underwear you felt slightly embarrassed for your oblivious form
- >Moving over to you Pinkie puts her hand on your junk and rubs up and down
- > “What, not hot enough for you?”
- >She continues to rub but nothing happens, your body presumably under the same spell as your mind
- > “Then I’ll go change the thermostat!”
- >She stops the rubbing to grab her stomach with laughter as you cradle your head in your palms
- >At a time like that, she still managed to tell some shitty pun
- > “Okay, Anon, get an erection”
- >What an odd phrase to say, yet your past self seemed to find no reason to deny this request
- >Moving back to your now firm member, she resumed her rubbing motions along your length
- >Stroking you a few times with methodic and relaxed pace to them, she eyes your chest
- >Running her free hand across it’s bare surface, you see shudder slightly
- >After one quick glide across your breast, she began to rub her pussy
- >At least, that was what you could make out from the sounds and moaning coming from her
- >Eventually she pushes away from you and starts to rub the hand that was stroking you on her right breast
- >She turns back to you and gets down onto her knees in front of you
- >Carefully as well as painfully, she lowers her mouth over your erection, giving it a small taste
- >She pulls away and pushes your member against your waist, then drags her tongue up it’s length
- >Starting at the base of the shaft all the way to the tip of it’s head, her delicate tongue moved swiftly
- >It struck you as odd, that she would seemingly tease you when she knew you wouldn’t care
- >Not then, anyway, you cared a great deal about how that would feel right now
- >Giving you a few small strokes over your now wettened penis, she smiled and moved away
- >She layed down on her back and spread her legs enticingly towards your inanimate body
- > “Anon, start masturbating”
- >Now things were getting rather interesting as your sleeping self fulfilled the demand
- >Being asleep, in the video, your strokes were rather limp and lacked a more realistic enthusiasm
- >Judging the cock stroking of your own unconscious body aside, you noted an odd change in Pinkie
- >She seemed to apparently revel in the way you did as she wanted under a spell
- >Girls like her, the bouncy and joyous kind, don’t normally have such unique fetishes
- >It was odd to see her enacting one so domineering and out of the norm
- >Still, something inside you did find the situation as exciting on some primal level
- >She began to join you and both of you started masturbating in unison until Pinkie spoke up again
- > “Anon, on your knees and don’t stop masturbating”
- >Completing the two fold instruction, Pinkie stands and moves over to you
- > “Now, Anon, start liking my pussy”
- >You’d do that if she asked at any time, you thought to yourself as she started moaning
- >Evidently, your sleeping tongue was quite the master of mouth based pleasing
- >Pinkie’s hand also began rubbing her clit where it poked out near your nose
- >Damn the resolution is high on this thing, you thought to yourself, admiring the technology briefly
- >Eventually, Pinkie’s shoulders began to rise and fall quickly along with her breaths
- > “I’m gonna-!”
- >She came onto your face with a shake and a loud sigh before starting to giggle a little to herself
- > “Anon, stop”
- >Your sleeping form does so and Pinkie slips away to the other side of the room before stopping
- > “Wait, I should return the favor...”
- >You were unconscious, but an encore round sounded good to you on this end
- >She got onto her knees and faced her ass towards you enticingly
- > “Ready for a ride?”
- >No response, dead audience you guess, but you admire the silent sight before you
- >Pinkie’s pussy was shown in all it’s glory that you remember from glancing at after the first session
- >To get rather detailed so that you could compare what you saw then and what you saw now, new things arose
- >Her pussy was a slight pink tinge that now had a slight reflective glimmer to it from your saliva and her cum
- >Back arched to the ground so that her ass rose with it’s curve, she displayed herself fully to your unconscious self
- >Even though she was not aware of it, and much to your delight, she also did so to the camera
- >She wiggled her ass back and forth somewhat tauntingly before uttering the command she knew she had to
- > “Anon, come her and fuck me already”
- >Your body lurches upright and moves towards her body, blocking your view of her pussy
- >Soft moans escape from Pinkie as you slowly build up to a quick pace as you did before
- >This time however, Pinkie seemed much more into the act itself
- > “An-Anon! Harder! Fuck me harder!”
- >Muscles flex across your form in their sleeping state as you increase the strength of the pounding
- >Panting breaths mix with moans as Pinkie becomes lost in her own bliss
- >From the various rises and falls in her pitches you make out at least two or three climaxes on her end
- >Finally, remembering that you were the whole reason she was doing this, she issues another command
- > “Anon! Stop for a second!”
- >You do so and Pinkie slides off of your dick and rolls between your legs as she scooches downward
- > “Now, Anon, you may cum”
- >She pushed her breasts together and stuck out her tongue as you let loose several volleys of cum onto her
- >Finding that was all you had available to unleash on you, your body stops and a snort escapes your sleeping body
- >She licked her lips and pushed some cum into her mouth and apparently savored the flavour
- > “Mmm...Anon, get up and get dressed”
- >You stand up and move away from her to do as she just asked of you
- >She lies there on the floor for a small while, enjoying the loads you had shot across her face
- >Touching some sticky wads that had clumped in her tangled mess of hair, she giggles
- > “Oh anon, you messy messy boy...now I’ll have to take a shower before you wake up”
- >You finish getting dressed and, as before, remain standing with no commands to perform
- > “Anon, lay down on the bed until you wake up”
- >You move off to the bed and lay down, covering yourself with the blanket resting on it
- >Pinkie stands and stretches for a few seconds before leaving with all of her clothes
- >After that, nothing of note occurs until you stand up, waking up from your sleep
- >You move over and shut off the camera as you remembered doing once you woke up
- >The video finished and you leaned back in your chair in silent amazement
- >After a few seconds of being in the dim quietness, you let out a sigh as the truth hit you
- >Pinkie was using your naked body as a sex servant
- >There had to be something wrong with what you just said, but what was it?
- >Oh yeah
- >You were asleep when these “mature sessions” occurred
- >Well, Pinkie was going to get one hell of a customer complaint tomorrow
- >Deciding not to return after having left so little ago, you chose to go tomorrow
- >Until then, you found something that could eat up some time until bed
- >The fact that activity may have included a sex tape you had made by accident was irrelevant
- >The next day, saturday even though last night felt like it lasted somewhat longer, you went back
- >Finding that the building was empty, you noted that it should be full
- >Sugarcube corner was a popular hangout spot and it was a Saturday after all
- >Finding the janitor alone on the same bench, you go ask him what was the matter
- “Hey, why is no one here? Something happen?”
- >He flips a page and looks at in silence for a few dull seconds till he looks up at you
- > “It’s 7:00 A.M.”
- >You remember that, given your sessions with Pinkie, your sleep time was a great deal shorter
- >Still, seven O’ clock was a startlingly early time to be not only awake, but seeking revenge
- >On the bright side, the lack of possible eavesdroppers did make things less likely to get out of hand
- “Well, I’m just going to go up to Pinkie’s room”
- >Silence, other than a small grunt, came from the aged janitor
- “Nice talking to you”
- > “Yep”
- >You ascend the stairs to where the wooden door rested and stood in front of it
- >Would she even be awake at this hour, you thought to yourself
- >As if it mattered, you could wake her up from a pleasant dream for all you cared
- >You pound on the door rather forcefully a good two or three times
- >Hearing something stir on the other end of the door frame, you step a bit back and wait for her
- >More shuffling and even some light crashing as she comes to the door
- >She throws it open and manages to catch you off guard, as she seemed to do with ease
- >There she stood, in a pair of sweatpants and a wife beater, her hair even more of a mess than usual
- >She gasped upon seeing you and threw the door closed again and could be heard running away
- >The sound of tossed cloth falling and Pinkie’s loud faux curses could be discerned from the door
- >After a brief period of these noises she could be heard rushing back to the door and then silence
- > “...knock again”
- >Letting out a sigh, you knock once more upon the door and are greeted once again by Pinkie Pie
- >She wore her usual pink ensemble of skirt and shirt, though something seemed slightly off about it
- >Flashing your eyes southward for a flash, you spotted the change immediately
- >Being so early in the morning as well as not on a school day and before any known sessions, you understood it
- >Underneath the shirt and skirt, Pinkie was going commando
- >This shocking realization stunned you somewhat, leaving you staring at her chest
- > “Jeez anon, you sure do like my shirts, don’t you?”
- >Snapping your eyes back up, you almost forget why you were here in the first place
- >The thought to just bolt it comes to your head, but is quickly washed away by renewed purpose
- “Pinkie-I know”
- >She blinks at you a couple of times before moving to let you in
- >You walk into the room, surprisingly cleaner than Pinkie Pie herself when she answered
- >Turning around you face Pinkie’s back as she finished closing the door
- >She began to speak in a slow manner that made her normally bubbly voice clear
- > “So...how long have you known?”
- “I found out yesterday, after I left”
- >Turning around you can see her face is oddly cool, in a sort of mock noir style
- > “Think you have it all figured out do ya? Eh, punk?”
- >You blink a couple of times as you let her play out this small drama to herself
- > “Well I’ll tell you something-I’ve worked hard for what I got!”
- “Pinkie-”
- >Wait, where the hell did she get that cigarette pipe from?
- > “You gotta understand! I’m just doin what I gotta do tah live, see?”
- >Sighing a defeated sigh, you lower your head and flop down to a seating position on the bed
- “Pinkie, I’m serious here”
- >She walks over to you, losing her dame-like persona as she moved closer to you
- > “Oh, sorry. I thought you were playing a game or something! You know what’s a really fun-”
- >You cut her off with a wave of your right hand and begin to rub your hands together
- >Internally, you searched for the right words to deal with this delicate situation
- “Pinkie...I-”
- >Licking your lips, you lift your head to see her reaction to the next statement
- >She seemed anxious, even a little frightened by what she thought you might say
- “-I recorded yesterday’s session”
- >No response
- >She just stood there looking at you in utter silence for a few, tense seconds
- >And then it happened
- >Pinkie Pie burst out laughing, so hard she even had to clutch her stomach
- > “Oh man, I guess I’m found out then, huh?”
- >This was certainly a reaction straight out of the left field
- “What?”
- > “Oh come on, your talking about the sleep walking stuff, right?”
- “Well, yes but-”
- >She leans against a wall to the right of the bed and gives you a comical look
- > “So...you not like it or something?”
- >What the fuck was happening here, weren’t you supposed to be kicking ass?
- “Do I like it? I’m asleep while it happens!”
- >She shrugs in a manner far too cool for the situation she was in at the moment
- > “Well, some guys like that kind of thing”
- >You fall back against the wall behind the bed and run your right hand through your hair
- “I can’t believe what I’m hearing right now”
- >She moves over to you and kneels down a bit so she was at eye level with you
- > “Hey, chin up okay? I hate to see a customer upset”
- >Had you recently gone through a portal or something to the damn twilight zone?
- “Are you crazy?”
- > “No. Wacky, yes, but crazy? No.”
- >Well, that was the first thing that rang somewhat true since you walked in here
- >You close your eyes and take a deep breath as the conversation replays in your head
- > “Hey...is there anything I can do to make it up to you?”
- >You stare Pinkie in the eyes, locked into the two pools of sky blue
- >Suddenly, the words come to you so fast you’re not sure if they’re your own
- “Anything?”
- >She smiles at you a big smile as she stands up again and nods enthusiastically
- > “Of course!”
- “Then I want to lead a session”
- >Her smile fades as she looks at you with wide eyes, occasionally broken with blinks
- > “Lead one?”
- “Yes”
- > “With who?”
- >Those big blue eyes of hers start moving up and down your sitting body waiting for you to answer
- “You”
- > “Me?”
- “Yes”
- > “...Are you sure?”
- >You just stare at her in silence with a determined look on your face
- >Eventually she gives in with a sigh and motions for you to follow her to the table
- > “Fine, fine. If that’s what it takes, that’s what it takes”
- >She sits down where you usually sat and put her hands in her lap as you sat down
- >Picking up the chest on your right, you set it down on the table with a small thunk
- >You lift up the lock and hold out your hand to receive the key from Pinkie Pie
- > “It’s underneath the candle. What, did you think I kept it in my chest all the time?”
- >Rolling your eyes, you find the key and unlock the chest before lifting the lid
- >Extracting the journal, you flip through the pages until you find an odd page marked by a ribbon
- “The Passion Spell? What’s this one do?”
- >She dismisses it with a wave of her hand as she tells you
- > “It gives the receiver a profound sense of enthusiasm. I never need it, so I never used it”
- >It was always nice to be reminded that she was just always peppy and hot, even on a lazy day
- >Finding the page you wanted, you looked up to see her hands already in position for the incantation
- “A little enthusiastic, aren’t we?”
- > “Are you kidding? This is fun! It’s like taking a napping and making someone happy at the same time!”
- “That’s literally what it is”
- > “That’s even better!”
- >What a weird philosophy, but it was an expected one
- >An odd notion of premature guilt comes to you for a reason you fail to see
- “Pinkie...you sure you’re cool with this?”
- > “Of course I-”
- “Great, now zip it and listen”
- >The guilty side of you satisfied, you had no qualms with enacting your vengeance on Pinkie
- >Granted she hadn’t wronged you too much, what with you sleeping anyway
- >Still, it was wrong of her to do all the stuff she did without asking you first
- >Placing your hands over hers, you begin to read the incantation from in front of you
- “You are sleepy, you should really get some rest”
- >Pinkie’s eyes flutter a bit more slowly than usual as the effects show on her face already
- “No need to be weepy, sleep takes even the best”
- >Her eyes stopped being in sync as they struggled to keep open, even if it was only one
- “Dream something creepy, your body is taken by wrest”
- >She was unfazed by the oddness of these words, as you had been when you first heard them
- >Knowing now what they meant, you still felt as though they were weird
- “Let things get freaky, now pass the final test!”
- >And with those final words, Pinkie slumped over and fell down on some adjacent pillows
- >Her hands pulled away from beneath yours, making a small clapping sound as yours hit the table
- >Pulling them back to your knees, you lean over the table to check if she was okay
- >Finding her body free of injury as well as deep in sleep, you stand up to double check
- >Moving over to her side, you roll her onto her back and shake her shoulders a bit
- “Pinkie? You awake?”
- >She grumbles slightly and resumes her deep breathing but otherwise doesn’t answer
- >You sit next to her unconscious form and admire your success in actually hypnotising someone
- >She was out cold in front of you and you just watched her chest rise and fall for a bit
- >Until a sudden and perverse thought came to your mind
- >At first, you shunned it out of common courtesy, but it came back when the truth of the matter struck you
- >She had done something similar, therefore, this would just be payback
- >Never before had you been so happy to get revenge on someone in a poetic way
- >Moving up a bit, you hover a hand over Pinkie’s rhythmically pulsing chest
- >Carefully and slowly, as if you were defusing a round and soft bomb, you lower your hand
- >A small reflexive jerk up pulls at your hand as Pinkie snorts in her sleep, giving you a jump
- >Sighing, you resume your movement with focused intent and renewed vigor
- >Eventually, you rest your hand upon the supple flesh that had lingered beneath it for a few taunting seconds now
- >It was warm from her body heat, added to by the fact that she did indeed lack a bra
- >She continues to breathe at the same slow pace as you start to rub her right breast
- >It was a firm and malleable thing, and only made you hunger for more interaction with it
- >Checking to see her face was still unfazed by reality, you bring your hand downward near the brim of her shirt
- >But, as you do this, you remember something very interesting about the film from last night
- >While someone was hypnotized, they appeared to take direct commands very well
- >At least, you did anyway
- >So, you decided to see if the willing young Miss Pie was subject to the same power
- >You decided to experiment with the ability to see just how much you could get away with
- >Suddenly, you remember the journal and go back to it to see if there were any rules listed
- >Luckily for you, there was a short list opposite the page with the chant which described the limits of your power
- >she cannot be woken up and will follow any command as well as remain asleep through any command actions
- >she can repeat simple phrases (eg. "yes master") when told to, for as long as you wish
- >That certainly gave you some leeway and filled your mind with perverse theories
- >Moving back to where Pinkie laid on the ground, a smile split your face
- >Pinkie did say she just wanted to make you happy, and that it would make her happy too
- >From the sheer volume of your plans, she most certainly would fulfill that self imposed duty
- >Getting down on one knee, you put a hand to your chin as you think of a plan
- “Hmm...Pinkie, sit up”
- >She did so in a slow and sluggish manner, almost as if she were just waking up
- >So, she behaves as you did in the video of the last session, you think to yourself
- >You find yourself staring at her hypnotic chest once again when an idea comes to you
- “Pinkie, take off your shirt”
- >She did so by lifting from the bottom up, letting it pull at the bottom of her full chest
- >After she pulled it past the apex, her breasts fell with small bounces as they returned to a relaxed state
- >Reaching a hand forward, you couldn’t resist the urge to feel the soft pink flesh before you
- >It was warm, though slightly rough as the skin rose to your hands cool touch
- >In awe, you felt and inspected the right breast as Pinkie slouched in front of you
- >Rubbing a thumb over the nipple and beginning to tease it, you thought of your next move
- “Pinkie, lie back down”
- >She did so, causing her full chest to jiggle from the force of her lazy blow to the Earth
- >Tossing one leg over her stomach, you straddle her body and rest lightly on her stomach
- >Her stomach was remarkably soft and cushiony, most likely the result of living in a candy store
- >Her head rested to the side, almost making it look like she was in the throes of some intense sexual experience
- >Using your knees for support, you lean forward and rub her chest in a massaging pattern
- >Every soft and welcoming inch of those breasts was felt by your nimble fingers
- >Almost like a sculptor working a pot of clay, you lose yourself in the work of rubbing her chest
- >It was almost melodic in it’s form, but alas, was still just a fondling
- >A damn good one at that, however, no matter how intense
- >The warmth of her body bled into your hands, warming them from action and her body’s natural heat
- >After a while, your hands felt almost numb with a static feeling from the kneading
- >Finding that this would be a good place to stop, you remove your hands from her chest
- >Then you placed them on your hips and stood straighter on your knees thinking of the next move
- >Feeling your hardened member, forgotten in the daze of the fondling, press against her body tells you it
- >You begin to undo the pants yourself, until you remember the power you now hold over Pinkie Pie
- “Pinkie, undo my pants”
- >A bit sluggishly, she lifts her hands and fumbles with your button and zipper
- >After a few seconds of surprising dexterity on her part, she manages to get your pants open
- >Pressing against her fingers as she did this, you member bursts forth almost from the opening
- >It would have managed it, had it not been for your underwear containing it’s desire to do as your hands did
- >Standing up, you finish taking off your pants and underpants, as another thought comes to you
- >Thinking back to the rules, you remember that you can tell her to repeat small phrases for you
- “Pinkie, after every command say ‘yes master’”
- > “...yes master”
- >It was a bit mumbled, but it would more than suffice to stroke your ego
- >Besides, even if it was not as you expected, another kind of stroking was sure to make up for it
- >You felt positively giddy from the raw rush of power you had in the situation
- >It had seemed odd, almost alienating at first, but you had quickly grown to enjoy the moment
- >Moving back to Pinkie, your lower half now uncovered, you returned to the straddling position
- >Letting your rock hard member rest upon her exposed skin, you felt it throb slightly in eagerness
- >Many ideas came to you as you semi stood in silence, thinking of which to first perform on the body before you
- “Pinkie, push your breasts together”
- >You watch as she lifts her hands and does as you told her too in a surprisingly accurate manner
- > “...Yes master”
- >Like the strumming of an angel’s harp, the sound rang in your ears in a sweet tone
- >Coupled with the sight of her large chest being forced together for you sent a variety of sensations through you
- >Lining up your patient manhood, you thrust in between her breasts with a careful yet excited force
- >Reaching your hip, you could see the tip of it poke out from between the heated masses of flesh
- >Pulling back, you feel every inch of her skin that grew slick from the small amount of sweat building up
- >You start to pant heated breath as you let yourself unleash the your pent up tension upon Pinkie’s body
- >The knowledge of her willingness only drove you on as you rammed in and out of her with intent
- >You felt a rising in your chest and the animal inside wanted to finish all over her face
- >But you knew better than that
- >After all, you had Pinkie under your control for a significant amount of time, why waste your load already
- >With much internal conflict, you pull out from between those heavenly orbs and sit next to her
- >Pinkie did not move or relax from where you had left her, staying there until you decided to release her
- >You smile at her body, still poised and totally compliant to any order you could give her
- >Standing up and finished cooling off, you decided to once again put her to good use
- “Pinkie, put your hands by your sides”
- >Finally, she releases her breasts from their confinements and let’s them jiggle their way back to rest
- >Her hands fall down to her sides and seem to relax their flexed grip and slowly open again
- >Looking up and down her body, you noted the odd contrast between the skirt and bare skin
- >Deciding that the contrast would soon become aggravating you almost began to tell her to take it off
- >However, the idea that you should save that for later comes to mind and rings true as well as enticing
- >Moving over to her, you once more assume the straddling position atop her nude upper half
- >Rubbing your hard member toyingly between her free hanging breasts, you wondered what to do
- >Settling on a more forward approach, you brush the hair away from Pinkie’s face and move up her torso
- >Smiling as you do so, you walk two fingers over her chest and into her mouth, opening it slightly
- >Pulling down her chin, you inspect her mouth before letting it fall shut once again
- “Pinkie, lift your head up”
- >She did so in a tired manner as if you had just woken her up from a weekend nap
- >You push your penis forward towards her head, now waiting patiently for further commands
- “Pinkie, give me a blowjob”
- >Silently questioning to yourself how she understood such a command so well, you felt her lips get to work
- >Bobbing her head slowly at first and then building up speed, Pinkie gave quite good head for someone sleeping
- >She stuck her tongue out from under your girth and used it to feel and massage you as she worked
- >The tongue work was amazing, among the greatest you had felt, Pinkie seemingly having lost all inhibitions
- >She continued her rapid sucking with great skill and speed for a minute or so solid
- >The saliva had begun to build around your lower region as she cared not for it once finished with as lube
- >Eventually, much to your displeasure at it’s seemingly early arrival, you felt the pressure in your gut
- >Reluctantly, you pulled her away and spoke again with slight irritation
- “Pinkie, put your head down”
- >With a small thunk, her head fell to the ground much quicker than it rose
- >Were it not for the small height of the fall, you would have been concerned
- >Slowly, you stroked your member in an almost mock contemplative manner
- "Pinkie, stick out your tongue"
- >Rather quickly, she did so and revealed her wet pink muscle
- >The sight of something wet and pink made you stop, lest the passion overcome you
- >The tongue itself was not necessarily sexy, but it did make you think of another body part
- >Content to simply watch as Pinkie put on a show unconsciously, you issued another order
- "Pinkie, put your tongue back”
- >She complies and you look away in thought of your next move when you see Pinkie swallow
- >Then, as if by divine intervention, an idea strikes you that seems too perfect to be a momentary thought
- “Pinkie, open your mouth”
- >She did so as you began to straddle her once more, a little further up this time
- >You manhood rested across her face and open mouth as you prepared for your next move
- >Slowly, you pulled back at your hips and placed your head in her mouth and angled it slightly
- >Then, you started to force the head through the soft and wet opening of her mouth
- >Soon after, you felt the head brush across the roof of her mouth and keep on it’s determined path
- >After that you felt yourself reach the back of her throat and the hilt of your shaft brushed against her lips
- >The plush, almost velvet like skin of her lips felt electric on your balls and upper shaft
- >A few scant hairs from your lower region fell across her face and caused you to shudder a little at the sensation
- >Breathing deeply, you pull out from her mouth till her front teeth connect with the head of your member
- >From then on, you begin to cycle between these two spots with a slow grind that seemed taunting to you
- >Feeling the pressure build inside of you, you choose to try one more thing before taking a break
- >You spin on Pinkie’s body, the majority of your manhood still in her
- “Pinkie, take your skirt off”
- >Lifting her legs slightly so as to slide the cloth off, you find quite the interesting sight
- >Pinkie was, as you rightfully guessed earlier, going completely commando
- >You feel her tongue readjust itself somewhat lazily around your shaft, sending a shudder through you
- “Pinkie, spread your legs”
- >She does so at your call and you observe the vertex of the newly formed angle of her legs
- >The pink slit was somewhat hidden, but it’s folds of excess skin and rather obvious clitoris gave it away
- >You felt yourself twitch inside of Pinkie’s mouth, gently pushing against her lower jaw’s teeth
- >Leaning closer, you further examine Pinkie’s vagina, assuming that this session may be your last time to see it
- >It was, as far as the vagina’s you’ve seen, a rather closed one with most of it obscured by the outer skin
- >Placing the thumb of your right hand on it and stretching it open, you noted the subtle difference in pink colors
- >The vagina itself was a deeper hue of red than her skin, despite Pinkie’s skin being an already fleshy color
- >Despite the numerous sexual acts you’d already had with Pinkie, her vagina seemed barely active at all
- >It made sense, given that she was unconscious it was unlikely that she get aroused unless ordered too
- >Well, time to try that out then
- >After all, Pinkie had done it in the video by ordering you to get hard with one simple command
- “Pinkie-”
- >How do you word this?
- >If she were to orgasm, it would definitely lubricate but might wake her up if she hits something
- >Then, a way to make her wet come to mind that works out well for you in more than one way
- >Letting your head move down a bit, you meet the scent of pussy in a gentle movement
- >The smell only urges you to continue towards your goal
- >To return the favor that the unconscious Pinkie was giving to you at that very same moment
- >Sticking out your tongue, you close your eyes and wait for the sensation to come to you
- >The tip of your tongue brushes against her clit before continuing it’s decent momentarily
- >You stop your head just as it reaches her main entrances and you let your stiff tongue press against it
- >Downward your body and upwards hers, you erection twitches deep inside of Pinkie’s mouth
- >A deep and powerful urge grows inside of your animalistic brain to begin to hump
- >Fearing that you might hurt yourself on Pinkie’s teeth, or worse her throat, you fight that urge
- >Still, you shudder as the suppressed compulsion spreads out within you and makes you pause
- >After it passes, you return to the task before and run a long lap along her vagina from the clit down
- >The rough texture of your tongue’s many taste buds rub and feel every millimeter of her exposed pussy
- >flicking off from the end of the important parts, you raise your tongue and repeat the gesture
- >The thumb still spreading the pussy is touched slightly by the lapping and becomes slightly wet
- >Moving your free hand, the left one, off the ground you relocate it on the opposite of your other hand
- >Taking the pointer finger of that hand, you slowly slide it into Pinkie’s vagina with slight ease from your saliva
- >You slide, with careful speed, your finger in to test how lubricated she was at this point
- >Much to your surprise, you found that she had become aroused even in her sleep
- >You could only speculate, of course, but there was little chance that it was just more of your saliva
- >A hot breathed smile spreads across your face without having your lips touch, so as not the retract your tongue
- >Invigorated by this unsure discovery, you press onward with your diligent attempt at sixty nining Pinkie
- >A few more licks and your pace was now visibly increased with both your finger and tongue work
- >Your breath came out in hurried and hot gasps as you ruched to return to the now well wettened hole
- >Eventually, with a fast rush of heat and bliss, you cum deep inside of Pinkie’s throat
- >A good three volleys of semen rush their way into Pinkie’s body with great speed and force
- >You thrust your face into her vagina as you let them loose, the pleasure making you twitch
- >Pinkie’s body reacted to the loads with no break in stride as they seamlessly swallow each of them
- >Inside of her mouth, your erection slowly unstiffened in small jerks as the blood fled out of it
- >Lifting your face, now damp from the saliva and small amount of her juices, you catch your breathed
- >Taking your hands away from her hips, you push yourself up and crack your neck
- >Standing up, you pull your now flaccid member out of Pinkie’s mouth to find it thoroughly wet from her saliva
- >Moving off of her, you relax in an inversion of her pose and try to recuperate from the amazing experience
- >Sitting up, you let out a slow sigh and look to where Pinkie’s mouth was surrounded by excess saliva
- “Pinkie, wipe that saliva off”
- >Her hand moved to her mouth at first, while another hand moved to where you had removed your face
- “Pinkie, not down there”
- >The hand stops and you let out a small chuckle to yourself at the misunderstanding
- >She finishes her wiping and lets the hands return to their relaxed state at her sides
- >You look up and down her exposed body, every inch of pink flesh open for you to see or feel
- >An odd sense of power comes over you, as if you were some benevolent ruler of Pinkie’s sleeping body
- >Slapping your own face, you give your head a damn good shake
- >This was no time to get all weird and Nero-ish
- >This was a time for ogling and fondling, which you had so far done well in
- >Still, something seemed to be lacking in your time here
- >Standing up, you circle Pinkie for a few times before stopping again and waiting
- >You look down over the nude body before you and contemplate what to do
- >It would be a good few minutes before you were able to cum again, might as well use the time you have
- >Getting down on your knees, you get a closer look at Pinkie’s legs, and more importantly, what was between them
- “Pinkie, spread your legs”
- >Bending her knees to ninety degree angles, she then separates them as you told her to
- >Her pussy still held some dampness from the licks you gave it earlier
- >You move in closer and place a thumb over her clit to get a sense of of wet she still was
- >A slight stick to your thumb showed that it was drying, but still wet enough to fuck when you were ready
- “Pinkie, close your legs and sit up”
- She does so as you sit down behind her right about where her chest had been a second ago
- >The ground was warm from her body heat and made you think back to the moment so far off from now
- >How, just a scant few minutes ago, you had walked in here seeking vengeance for a misdeed
- >Reaching around Pinkie’s torso, you begin to lightly and mindlessly fondle her breasts
- >You sigh and rest your chin onto her right shoulder as you wonder if you would still have come, knowing this would happen
- >Actually, it was fairly obvious that you would have
- >Unaware of you returning ferocity, your fondling became steadily more agressive
- >One hand, seemingly bored with the breast given to it, ventured south for a more comfortable home
- >Spreading and closing her lower lips with your middle and pointer finger, you start to breathe heavily on her neck
- >She never seemed to stir or otherwise make any attmept to stop the groping or fingering
- >Suddenly, feeling like a fire was now burning in your heart, you stood up
- >letting your semi-erect member drag along her back as you do so
- “Pinkie, get on all fours”
- >She did so, showing off that amazingly supple and round ass she has as well
- >You admired her apparently submissive form and thought something seemed off when it came to you
- “Pinkie, arch your ass up a little”
- >She did so and, like some artists finest creation given it’s last stroke, her position
- >Reaching down a hand, you run it from the top of her back down the curve of her ass
- >You give the soft and warm flesh a few good rubs before something inside you rises up
- >Lifting the hand back up, you bring it back down quickly and watch her ass jiggle slightly from the blow
- >Rubbing the spot where you hit, you smile from the rush of not knowing if she would wake up from the spank
- >Checking to see that her face still had closed eyes with no signs of waking up soon, you continued rubbing
- >Still, you took a precaution in case that was just a fluke
- “Pinkie, stay asleep no matter how hard you are hit”
- >Nothing changed in her, aside from a momentary lull in her posture and flexing some muscles for a second
- >Seeking to test her acceptance of your command, you raise your hand from her ass once again
- >This time, you hit right onto the sweet spot of her ass, the area which was most cushioned
- >The blow made a loud smack noise which snapped throughout the room quickly and your hand was filled with static
- >You rub the area of the blow as you did before, watching the pink flesh turn redder with each pass of your palm
- >A smile comes over your face as you lean forward and give the same treatment to her other ass cheek
- >Another lifted blow, this time with more momentum as you had to lean some to reach this side
- >With each strike, you felt some primal exhilaration come over you as you watched her ass shake with the hits
- >You stop once you realize that if you kept this up, it might affect Pinkie after this payback session
- >Then give her two more quick strikes for each ass
- >She had deceived you after all and this WAS supposed to be punishment for her
- >Having given her ass enough punishment for now, you moved closer to where you had been hitting
- >On your knees behind her, you were treated to a very welcome sight
- >Pinkie’s body, though a little filled out from living above a candy store, had a long and attractive curve to her
- >You ran your hand along it’s length and felt each inch of her body with deliberate sensation
- >Suddenly, you began to notice that familiar bulge pressing against Pinkie’s ass and began to grind slightly
- >The growing erection poked and rubbed against the sore spots of skin, making you wonder if she felt it
- >Giving the side of her right cheek and good hard slap, you reaffirmed that she could not feel it
- >Slowing down the rhythm a bit, you lean forward and begin to once again fondle and grope Pinkie
- >The heat of the moment seeming to work through your finger, the groping was rough and callous
- >Her body automatically adjusted to the same position despite the abuse from both ends of her body
- >Eventually you pulled yourself back up and place your right hand on the top of her back
- “Pinkie, put your head to the ground”
- >She did so and you moved backwards to properly enjoy the upcoming view you were to receive
- “Now...Pinkie, spread your ass with both hands”
- >Tossing her hands back, she grasps the tinted areas where you hit and pulled they apart from each other
- >The round perfectness of her ass mimicked a flower in full bloom with the revealing of her spread ass
- >Her pussy as well as the tight asshole were shown in full view for you to gaze at your pleasure
- >Reaching a hand forward, you begin to rub the pussy with the entirety of your palm to test her wetness
- “Still wet? Well, that works for me”
- >You move forward again and place your incredibly eager erection just at the entrance to her vagina
- >Teasing the tender area with the head of your erection, you think of what you can do now
- >Just regular sex seems too mundane for a situation as rare and giving as this one
- >Still, the prospect of sex was far too alluring to keep at bay while your head debated the idea
- >Lining up your member, you place both hands on her hips to help gain leverage and stability
- >With with swift thrust, you drive in your erection with speed and force as you feel her ass shake from the blow
- >Pulling out slowly, you prepare to ram her once again and do so, feeling a slight pain in your hips from it
- >You continue the rhythm as your mind attempts to hold itself together and think of ways to enjoy Pinkie
- >Another blowjob may be fun, but you had to admit that it lacked a certain flair you wanted
- >As you lost your mind in thought and body to the motions, you lazily rest a hand onto the top of her ass
- >Gripping here, you slam her pussy over your member over and over again with invigorated force
- >As your thumb mindlessly moved southward, it settles over her asshole and presses against it
- >Suddenly, your next move becomes clear to you as you continue to assault Pinkie’s rear side
- >A wicked smile follows the idea as your head slowly clicks down to her nude body before you
- >You stop while still fully inside of Pinkie and press the thumb into her asshole to test the hole
- >It was tight, yet yielded somewhat to your intrusion and showed a very interesting stretchability
- >Pulling out from her vagina, you begin to stroke your now thoroughly lubed member and searched around the room
- >Another idea, this one a bit more far fetched, yet the prospect of it’s success was enough to chance it
- “Pinkie, go get your favorite vibrator or dildo”
- >For a moment, she was still, and you dropped your smile fearing that the command was too complex
- >But then, she arose and moved off to another room, wherein you heard her open a drawer and return
- >The toy was pink, of course, and a good couple inches long with a darker pink dial at the end of it’s length
- “Pinkie, give me the toy and return to your earlier position”
- >Walking over to you, she sleepily tosses you the device before once again assuming her previous stance
- >You stand with the vibrator in hand and test the dial’s various settings with the other one
- >Turning the vibrator a click gave you a slight buzz, but the full setting was a rattling shake that numbed your hand
- “Damn, you were quite the nymph, huh?”
- >No response, obviously, and you silently sighed to yourself for trying anyway
- >Your spirits were lifted once again from the sight of Pinkie’s ever submissive form before you
- >Running your hand from the top of her back downward, you find it once again resting on her asshole
- >Taking the vibrator in hand, you press it against her pussy, still wet from the fucking a few seconds ago
- >Clicking to the first setting, you tease the outer lips with a few up and down movements as you watch
- >After a few movements, you push the vibrator in a good amount into her pussy
- >Pinkie, a girl horny enough to fuck unconscious guys, might have experience using the toy to it’s limits, so should you
- >You click the vibrator to full blast and watch as her pussy shakes from the now violent device inside it
- >A sort of mesmerizing look comes over you as you watch it rattle around in it’s attempts to please her
- >Figuring that watching was no longer enough, you get on your knees again and press against her asshole with your tip
- >Taking your time and not wanting to cause yourself any undue pain, you slowly advance into her asshole
- >Eventually, you could feel through the bottom of your shaft the rattling of the vibrator below it
- >Taking your member out, you repeat the action with a slightly faster speed this time and found a rhythm
- >After a while, you were riding her ass at a healthy clip as the vibrator kept on shaking at the same time
- >You could lose yourself in this repeating pattern, and almost did so, but were held by something else
- >It was subtle at first, but it became clearer the more it lingered in the room
- >The subtle sensation which teased your mind was, it turns out, was an increase in Pinkie’s breath
- >You stopped, or tried to, out of fear that she was waking up and might ask for an explanation
- >To your surprise, and then delight, you found that Pinkie was merely panting in her sleep
- >Somehow, in her sleepy state, Pinkie was experiencing something akin to a wet dream and seemed to be getting hot
- >Her panting breath was just one sign, her moist skin and dripping pussy being the others
- >You give her ass a good smack and regain some well needed vigor to continue your pounding inside her
- >Soon, you felt the pressure from earlier build up once more inside of you and sweat beads formed on your skin
- >You felt every inch of your throbbing erection strain against the constricting muscles of her asshole
- >The tactile sensations overwhelmed you as the scent of Pinkie’s cum filled your nostrils
- >Each motion filled you with lust that desperately fought to be fulfilled within Pinkie’s bountiful frame
- >The sound of your hips bashing against her ass combines with her panting breath and bouncing breasts
- >You squeeze your teeth together and grind them with determination as hot breaths shoot from your nostrils
- >The vibrator was rattling inside of her through all of this and, surprisingly, never shook itself free from it’s spot
- >Just then, you felt the pressure build to it’s limits within your gut and every part of you screamed to release it
- >After two more strikes you slam Pinkie’s ass over your member and hold her there with a powerful intent
- >As you do this, you let the passion bleed from you as hot volleys of cum fire off into Pinkie’s tight ass
- >You pull out after two or three volleys and let two more topes of cum fling themselves over her back
- >In awe, you look down at her Pink flesh and how it contrasted to the semi clear white liquid
- >As you catch your breath, you wipe what cum clung to your shaft on to her ass and removed the vibrator
- >It’s handle shook till you clicked it off, numbing it slightly even for that short amount of time
- >Standing up, you let out a sigh and laugh at the sheer joy that flowed through you from the release
- >You could only imagine what wonderful dream Pinkie could be having that explained her orgasms
- “Pinkie, stand up”
- >She does so and you walk up to her, pinching a nipple as you look at her closed eyes with a grin
- >Your grin drops as you realize that this experience had been a rather selfish one on your part
- >Just then, you thought of one last thing you could give to her as a good parting gift
- “Pinkie, pout your lips and tilt your head to the right”
- > “...yes master”
- >You were going to miss that phrase, even if you had taken it for granted and ignored it so quickly
- >You place your right hand on her chin, the under side warmed from being close to her chest for so long
- >Grabbing your phone and returning, you pull her into a deep kiss as you snap a picture of it
- >Taking a step back, you admire her nude form, pristine yet glistening from the sweat, for a moment
- >Stepping back, with your perverted mind still intact, you snap a series of photos of the nude girl
- >A couple shot with you pinching her nipples, one or two with you slapping her ass
- >You even got her on all fours again and got a quick few photos of her with her holes spread open to you
- >That’s enough for a good and long while, you think to yourself with a smile
- >You ordered Pinkie to get dressed again as you did the same in somewhat of a rush
- >What this rush was caused by, you didn’t quite know, but the fear she might wake up naked was a good cause
- >Moving quickly around, you put everything back into positions that you felt were less suspicious ones
- >Pausing as you wondered what was left, you felt some of Pinkie’s cum drip onto your hand from the vibrator
- >Sighing, you hand the vibrator to Pinkie, who didn’t pick it up as she was still unconscious
- “Pinkie, take the vibrator back to your room”
- >She plucks the vibrator from your hand and takes it back into a room you hadn’t noticed as the door was obscured
- >Curiosity taking hold of you, you follow Pinkie into the room and are greeted with a world of pink
- >It was obviously her bedroom, not only the bed gave this away, but the choice in decor was a dead giveaway
- >Pinkie moved over to one drawer to your right and opened up the top most drawer
- >She was either rather brazen with her sexuality or a complete idiot for having that as a hiding place
- >The toy went in and Pinkie slinked back towards you where she stood and wobbled back and forth
- “Pinkie, go sit back down on the pillow”
- >She followed your instructions, leaving you alone inside of her own bedroom
- >You smile and move quickly to the drawer and open it without a care for Pinkie’s privacy at this point
- >You’d already cum inside her twice and seen her naked, what else could she possibly hide from you?
- >Apparently a great love for assorted colored dildos, you thought to yourself, looking at the contents before you
- >The drawer was filled with atleast a good fifteen didldos and vibrators of varrying size and shape
- >Picking up one, you found the bright purple surface was ripped with large ridges that seemed unsafe somehow
- >Closing the drawer, you now feared you had truly found out too much about the bubbly party girl
- >You sighed exiting the room, making sure to close the door behind you as you left
- >As you closed the door, you turned around to see a very sleepy Pinkie Pie waking up
- > “Anon...were...were you in my room just now?”
- “Um, no. I was just...pacing. How do you feel?”
- >She shifts slightly in her seat as if her back side was resting on pins and needles
- >You resist exposing a small smile as you were aware of the rather lewd source of her displeasure
- > “Well, my rump’s a little sore and my back sort of hurts...but no, I’m fine”
- >A sigh escapes your lips and you advance towards Pinkie as she stands up somewhat shakily
- “You sure? Do you want something?”
- >She eyes you up and down with an almost comic expression of suspicion and doubt on her face
- > “Anon...?”
- “Yes?”
- > “Did you...do something to me in my vulnerable state?”
- >You smile and start to walk towards the door as she follows you closely before cutting you off
- > “Hold it, mister! Answer me!”
- “Okay, okay! Do you really want to know?”
- > “Well, duh! spill it already!”
- >You take out your phone and open up the gallery with your recently taken pictures folder
- >Finding the picture of the kiss, you open it up and turn the phone to show it to Pinkie Pie
- “There, happy?”
- >She seems a little shocked at first, then her eyes shot open and a blush filled across her face
- >She looks up to you with a small and ominous giggle coming from her now grinning face
- > “Couldn’t resist taking pictures, could you Anon?”
- >The horror of the moment comes to you as you turn the phone around to see Pinkie’s ass spread by her own hands
- “Pinkie I-”
- >She cuts you off by raising a finger to your lips and shushing you in a low and seductive tone
- > “It’s okay Anon”
- >She pulls the finger away and walks past you, giving your ass a nice hard slap as she did so
- > “I couldn’t either”
- >Stunned, you wanted to respond to her with a question but were cut off by Pinkie as she moved to the couch
- > “If you ask to see mine, I’ll ask to see yours”
- >You look at her, sitting as she was in that skirt with no panties on and unafraid to show it
- >She sat with her legs uncrossed and she leaned back, to remind you of what you had done perhaps
- > “Like something you see?”
- >She threw her head back in that cute laugh of hers, and you joined in despite how unnatural it sounded
- “Well, see you monday?”
- > “See you then. Are you still taking sessions?”
- >You look down to see the picture you had snapped earlier of the hypnotism page instructions
- “Maybe, I want to try something out myself first”
- >With that you walk down the stairs and towards the door but stop and bring out your phone a final time
- >The cold winter wind blows against your exposed skin, a shocking difference to inside the store
- >You scroll through your contacts until you reach the possibly fake number that Sunset had given you
- >She gave it to you quickly before you both left for lunch, as she wanted to meet up sometime next week
- >You call the number and wait as you lean against the side of your car, the frost already chilling your nose
- >With nothing but the scent of frost, you truly missed the ambrosia scent of vanilla and Pinkie’s feminine scent
- > “Hello?”
- “Sunset? It’s me, Anon”
- > “Oh, hey. Why are you calling me on sunday so early?”
- >You check your phone’s clock by pulling it away from your ear for a second
- “Sunset, it’s noon”
- > “That’s early for a sunday!”
- “Whatever, are you doing anything later today?”
- > “No, why?”
- “Cool, come by my place at around six o’clock if you’re awake then”
- > “Why?”
- “I got something we can do and want to try it out before Monday”
- > “Alright, not like I was going to do anything besides chill here anyway”
- “Cool. I’ll text you my address”
- >You get into your car after doing as you said and finally turn on the heat, letting it warm your body up
- >Pulling out, you start the long drive home as your brain comes up with what you need to do to prepare
- >Firstly, you were going to need some vanilla scented candles and some velvet pillows
- >This was the only way to be sure that Pinkie was still not pulling some elaborate prank on you
- >Whether you could have some fun while doing it was just an added bonus
- >One thought comes to mind as you pull into your driveway and move into your bedroom to prepare
- >Thank you Pinkie Pie, and thank that Tuesday
- END...OF CHAPTER ONE
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