[99 - 2] Having Girl Problems (WiP - 8/9/13 0000)

[99 - 2]

Having Girl Problems

 

Continued from 'I Feel Bad for ya Son'

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>"Nonny, come on!"

"No."

>"Pleeeeaaase?"

"I said no, Pinkie."

>"But you've been cooped up for three days!  You've gotta-"

"Pinkie," you interjected.

"I don't want to go out right now.  I'm not me."

>"Come on Nonny," she pleaded, hopping on your back.

>You buried your face in your pillow, groaning into it as the pink mare bounced upon you.

"You are insufferable," you mumbled.

>"I knew you'd come around!" she said, landing on her side of the bed.

>While she'd been light as a feather when she was jumping on your back, her landing on the other side of the bed sent you upwards a good couple of inches.

>You sighed before finally pushing yourself up.

>As your hair fell to block your view, you shot Pinkie a glare.

>The glare didn't last long though, as she had dove under you.

>If you dropped back down now, you'd squish her.

>And she was using those god damned puppy dog eyes.

"Don't look at me like that."

>She only smiled wider.

"Pinkie," you warned.

>"Yeeesss, Nonny?" she said, her grin impossibly big.

>You stared at her for a minute or so.  There was a thought you had, but it'd since disappeared into her treacherous gaze.

"Alright, fine, I'm getting up," you grumbled.

>As you slid to a sitting position, Pinkie bounded down to the floor.

>You hissed as you stood up fully, a dull pain now throbbing in your back.

>"What's a matter, Nonny?" Pinkie inquired as she rolled around on the floor.

"My back is killing me," you said, rubbing said area with your hand.

>"Why?"

>You knew the answer, but you didn't want to think about it.

 

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"I bet it's just the bed."

>"Nooony," she teased.  "You're a terrible liar."

>Of course she was a lie detector.

>She could pull a cannon out of nowhere; you'd seen her do it, so why not?

>Matter of fact, that Pink abomination of nature could probably do a few things that would confuse Twilight.

>Then again, Twilight did manage to somehow botch a teleportation spell and turn it into a gender swap spell.

>Regardless, Pinkie was still right.

>You really did need to work on your lying.

"It's my tits, Pinkie," you stated flatly.

>"Whaddya mean?"

"I mean I've got who knows how much weight stapled to my chest now, and it's throwing me off."

>"But I thought girls were supposed to have boo bees where you're from?"

"More often than not, yeah.  Hell, even some guys have 'em."

>"Really?"

"Yeah."

>"Did they have back problems too?"

"Come to think of it, yeah..." you said, your brain churning out ideas.

>Rather, one idea in particular.

"No."

>"No?"

"No, no, no!  I am NOT getting a bra!"

>"A bra?  What's a bra?"

>Right.  No tits.  Ponies probably wouldn't know what a bra was.

"A bra.  It holds a girl's tits for 'em."

>"Really? Like this?"

>Before the word 'no' left your mouth, Pinkie was holding one of your breasts in each hoof.

"Yes," you said, jumping away from her.

"Just like that."

>"I'll be your bra, Nonny!" she declared, bouncing towards you.

"No Pinkie, it doesn't work like that."

>"Then how does it work?"

>Confound this pony.

"It's like an extra piece of underwear, but only for girls."

>"Oh!  Like your small pants?!" she said, jumping up excitedly.

 

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>Some way or another she'd acquired a pair of your boxers, wearing them herself.

"Pinkie!  Stop playing in my underwear!" you said, giving chase to the troublesome mare.

>"Wee!" she giggled, bouncing from wall to wall, around the room, off the bed-

>Fuck it.  You can't catch this... thing.  At least, not like this.

>Then, an idea struck.  You calmly walked over to the bed as she bounced around you.

>Sitting down, you waited for her to land, then pounced, pinning her to the bed.

"Gotcha!"

>She only giggled, sticking her tongue out at you as you wormed your boxers off of her.

>After you'd secured your precious garment back in its rightful drawer, you sat back down on the bed.

>"So why don't you wanna get a bra?" Pinkie said, slithering along the bed, stopping when her head was next to your leg.

"Cause it's weird."

>"Why?"

"Cause guys don't wear bras.  At least, most of them don't."

>"But it'll make your back feel better, right?"

>You remained silent.  She knew the answer to that; just as you did.

>"So why don't you get one if it'll make you feel better?"

"Cause I'm not a girl!" you said defiantly.

>Pinkie wormed her way up to your chest, resting her head in between your breasts.

>"Really?" she said, snickering.

"Pinkie, don't you dare."

>"Don't what?" she said, her innocence slipping.

"Pinkie-"

>Too late.  She was shaking her head wildly from side to side.

>Huh.

>So that's what it feels like to get motor boated.

>Falling backwards, you pushed the party pony out of your cleavage and onto the bed beside you.

 

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>"Sooo, you're not a girl?" Pinkie giggled.

"Yeah yeah, point taken.  But this is just temporary; I don't need to waste any time or effort on a bra if it'll only be used for a little while."

>"I dunno Nonny," she said, finally calming down.

>"It's only been three days and your back is already hurting.  What if Twi-"

"I don't want to talk about that unicorn."

>Pinkie had a sorrowed expression, but pressed on.

>"If it makes you not hurt, then you gotta get one Nonny!"

"No.  A thousand times no.  I'll throw out my back before I wear a bra."

>"Nonny!" Pinkie exclaimed, looking stern.

"Besides, it's not like ponies wear bras.  I doubt I could make one even if I wanted to- which I don't, by the way."

>"You've gotta get one, Nonny!  And I know just the pony to make on for you!"

>Oh dear god.

>She was bad enough when you asked her to make pants for you.

>But now?  If she found out you were a girl, she might...

"No."

>"But I haven't even-"

"No, no, no.  I'm not talking to her.  If she finds out-"

>"She already knows!" Pinkie said, bouncing around you, smiling.

"But-"

>"Most of the girls already know, Nonny," she giggled.

>You're doomed.

>If you wind up in the care of that white unicorn again, you'll never escape.

>She tried to doll you up when you first met her, but now she had a reason to put dresses on you.

>You can either go peacefully, or try and fight the pink menace.

>This is not going to go well for you.

"...I'll get ready," you muttered, wandering towards the shower.

>You'll need to make sure and hide your pants and boxers.

>A bra is one thing, but there'll be hell to pay before you put on a pair of panties.

>Best to just not bring that up around... well, any of the ponies.

 

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>...

>Carousel Boutique.

>Somehow it felt... cold.

>Whether it was or not didn't really matter, it came off that way to you after being cooped up in Sugarcube Corner's bright and vibrant innards.

>It wasn't foreboding or anything, but it really felt... cold.

>The feeling was enough to make your nipples hard.

>Of course, you knew this, which was why your arms were over your chest right now.

>Pinkie had dragged you here, almost without clothing.

>She'd deposited you in the main lobby area, bounding off to harass Rarity.

>Now, you didn't really have anything against Rarity, but she wasn't exactly your type.

>She was a very classy lady, and you weren't.  Simple as that.

>As you stood there, rocking back and forth on the heels of your feet, you wondered what exactly to say to the unicorn.

>She was sophisticated, almost with a delicate demeanor about her, and you weren't.

>Apparently the gossipy mouth of Pinkie had spilled the beans to nearly half the town about what'd happened to you, but that didn't make anything any easier.

>How do you explain what a bra is to a fashion designer?

>Let alone a designer for another species?

>She'd gotten your clothing down fairly well, sure, but this was something completely different.

>Something she'd never seen before, something you had little experience with.

>Well, little experience in wearing them at least.

>As far as you knew, there was something about sizing that involved letters, and they all clasped in the back.

>That's about all you'd needed to know before recent events with purple smart.

 

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>Funny, you'd always thought bigger is better, and it boggled your mind when women with larger breasts would complain or talk about getting breast reductions.

>Yet here you are, wishing you didn't have to deal with these meat bags.

>At least you didn't have to deal with stallions making passes at you or something.

>For now.  It was only a matter of time if you didn't get switched back or get the hell out of this place.

>You were certain of it.

>"Nonny!" was the last thing you heard before the sudden impact of something pink and bubble gum flavored on your chest.

>You knew it was bubble gum flavored because her hair had gotten all up in your face.

"Hm Pnk," you muttered into Pinkie's mane.

>It hadn't been five minutes, but she had some kind of obsession with your breasts that incurred the attention of flying Pinkie.

>Though you couldn't really blame her, they were nice breasts to say the least, it was still irritating.

>You bit your lip though.  She was providing you with a place to stay, so for now you could deal with it.

>"Pinkie, I can't help Anonymous if you're smothering him."

"Hm Rary," you said into Pinkie's mane.

>"Right!" she agreed, launching off of your chest and back to the ground.

"And I'm a 'her' for now," you said, correcting Rarity as you tried to get the fuzzy bubblegum flavor out of your mouth.

>"I'm sure it's only a matter of time before Twili—"

"Yeah, yeah.  For now though, might as well be correct about it.  No need confusing ponies or whatever."

>Rarity pursed her lips, looking you over.

>She had a good poker face too.

 

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"What's the matter?"

>"Nothing's 'the matter,' Anonymous.  I've only heard about your," she paused for a moment, thinking of what to say.

"Event?"

>"Yes, that.  Your event.  I've only heard of it, I didn't realize you'd changed so much," she said.

>"Shall we continue to the measuring room then, for a bit of privacy?"

>You nodded, following Rarity and Pinkie up the stairs.

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>As the door shut behind you, Rarity directed you to the center of the room.

>She was incredibly quiet as she circled you, taking note of your new physique.

>Pinkie was not deterred though, bouncing around the room, examining this and that.

>"Alright Anonymous, the shirt needs to come off."

"What?"

>"You heard right.  I can't get an accurate measurement with another garment interfering."

>You could feel blood rushing to your face as you shifted in place.

>"Is something the matter, darling?"

>"She's just nervous!" Pinkie interjected, hopping over.

>"Anonymous, I won't judge you for what you are," Rarity said, returning her attention to you.

>"Nonny was like that the first time, wasn't she Rarity?" Pinkie chimed in, giggling.

>Reluctantly, you started to remove your shirt.  You knew this was going to happen, but that didn't make you any more comfortable with it.

>Pulling the shirt off your head, you could feel the chilled air on your skin, sending a shiver up your spine.

>As the shirt fell to the floor, you crossed your arms over your breasts again.

>You could feel the heat from your face on your arms already and there wasn't much you could do about it.

>"She's so cute when she's shy!" Pinkie said, hopping around you.

>Much to your surprise, Rarity did not chime in and agree with her.

 

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>Instead, she summoned a tape measure from the dark and mysterious bowels her design station, along with a couple of stools.

>Positioning one beside you, she motioned for you to sit down as she hopped up on the other.

>You did so, still covering your assets as best you could.

>"Anonymous, dear, I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to lower your arms," she said, a look of sincere empathy on her features.

>Whatever magic she infused that look with, it made you feel secure enough to lower your arms.

>Rarity nodded, gently measuring your newest developments.

>She would wrap the measure around one, then the other, then completely around your chest.

>Then came measurements you weren't sure how to describe or why she was taking them, but you knew she wouldn't waste time on something like this.

>All throughout though, the only noise in the room came from Pinkie who would giggle occasionally from the corner as Rarity examined you.

>"Nonny!  Don't sting Rarity!"

>Your blush immediately returned in full, causing you to cover your breast once more, nearly knocking Rarity from her stool in the process.

>After Rarity balanced herself, she took a deep breath and hopped down.

"Are we done?" you asked quietly.

>To which, her response was, "No.  Stay here."

>Before you could question her further, she gripped Pinkie's tail in her magic and pulled her away as well.

>"I'll be just a moment," she said before ducking out of the room and shutting the door.

>Curious, you thought to yourself.

>Being the inquisitive being you are, you rose from your seat to wander the room.

>Had there been any other sounds in the room, you would've missed the incredibly hushed whispers.

 

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>Standing still, you waited to see if the hushed voices would continue.

>A few moments of unbearable silence later, and they did just that.

>You walked over to the door, pressing your ear up against it to listen.

>Seeing as Rarity and Pinkie were the only others you knew of in the building, it made sense that they would be the ones whispering.

>Concentrating, you were able to pick up bits and pieces of the conversation occurring on the other side of the door.

>"...Pinkie, you've got to understand.  We have no idea what Anonymous is going through."

>"But—"

>"No buts Pinkie.  I understand you're trying to cheer her up, but you're going about it the wrong way.  You can't pretend there isn't a problem."

>"But there isn't!"

>"Maybe not to you or I, but it's obviously affecting her.  Now, I'm going to continue helping Anonymous, you should consider another way to help her as well."

>"Like what?  I've tried everything!  He just doesn't want to smile!  He's worse than Cranky Doodle!  He said he wants to hate me..."

>"I'm sure, that given the circumstances, she isn't exactly in the right mind right now.  Try not to take things like that to heart, Pinkie, but don't ignore what she's going through."

>"What do I do Rarity?  He won't even talk about Twilight, he just mopes around and won't—"

>The rest of the conversation was quite suddenly cut short, as another voice caught your attention.

>A voice in the room with you.

>"Heeello?"

>Every fiber in your being told you to freeze, but you slowly turned your head to meet the source of the voice.

 

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>Upon meeting the filly's eyes, you followed your body's first primal reaction.

>To cover your exposed lady bits.

>Then squeak in terror.

>You'd been caught red-handed, listening in on someone else's conversation.

"Sweetie Belle!" you hissed, "What are you doing here?!"

>"I live here?" she responded, tilting her head.

"I know that, but in this room!"

>"Uuuhhh... I was looking fooor," she said, eyes scanning the room.

>"Sooome tape measure!" she finally answered, putting on a fake smile.

"Well you can't have that one, Rarity's using it."

>"Oh.  Ummm..." she said, shuffling in place.

"I think—"

>"I'm just gonna go," she said, bee lining for the door.

>"Bye Anon, bye Pinkie, bye Rarity!" she said as she nearly broke the door sprinting.

>You stood there, still covering your lady bits, examining the scene before you.

>Sweetie Belle had darted off; Rarity had a stern, if a little sorrowed expression on her face.

>And Pinkie was doing something you'd never seen her do before.

>She was drying her eyes.

>"Well," Rarity said, finally choosing to speak up.

>"Pinkie, I think you should go take care of those things we were discussing."

>"Y-yeah!" Pinkie said, a weak smile on her face.

>"I'll see you later Nonny!" she continued, seemingly back to her old self.

>You desperately wanted to know how the rest of their conversation went, but kept your mouth shut all the same.

>As you nodded acknowledgement to Pinkie, Rarity walked back into the room.

>"Shall we continue?" she inquired, quietly shutting the door behind herself.

 

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