- >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
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The Story Man - Tuesdays with Madame Pinkie (unfinished)
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