- >Pinkie bounces to the door and looks back at you, whilst shaking her plot.
- >"Nonny, would you like any thing today?"
- I'm f-fine... Just some water, please...
- >"Why, is it getting hot in here?" she says innocently.
- N-no I'm just really thirsty...
- >Before it, Pink ADHD had jumped onto your lap, pinning you to the ground.
- >"Any hotter, Nonny?"
- >Pinkie was on top of you, grinding her plot against your hips.
- >"Is somepony happy to see Pinkie?
- >You've been knocked to the floor by a rather heavy little pony who seems perfectly content to harass you in public.
- >This is the last straw.
- Pinkie! That's enough!
- >She shrinks away at your voice.
- >Her face is apologetic and a little anxious as she stares up at you from behind the curly locks of her mane.
- >She swallows, and drops her head slowly to your chest.
- >"I'm sorry."
- >She clutches at your shirt with her little hooves.
- >You can feel her warm, pudgy belly gently pressing against you as she breathes, and her heavy backside still lies upon your lap.
- >You sigh, and you lift your hand to her back.
- Don't worry about it, Pinkie.
- >You feel her tug at your shirt as she turns her cheek upon your chest and presses her little muzzle into the crook of your arm.
- >"It's just ... I really like you, is all."
- I know, Pinkie, but I --
- >"But you don't like me that way."
- Well --
- >"-- because I'm fat."
- Because ... wait, what?
- >A pained look is in her eyes as she lifts her head.
- >"You don't like me because of my big, fatty butt."
- >It crushes you to see her like this.
- Now, that just isn't true.
- >She responds defiantly.
- >"Prove it."
- W-what? What do you mean? How would I ... how would I do something like that?
- >She looks away, and once more lays her head upon you. Her sugary scent is almost nauseating, and yet ...
- >"Just touch it a little. Unless you think I'm too gross."
- Pinkie Pie, that's ...
- >You glance about the shop, and then sigh in tired resignation.
- Alright, Pinkie. If this is what it takes.
- >Your hand drifts down her back, and you hover over the top of her tail. Just a tiny touch would be enough.
- >But before you can move, you feel Pinkie's hoof on your hand.
- >She presses it down, holding you tight against the warm, soft flesh of her cheek.
- >"Sorry."
- >She kisses you. Her little pony lips are so warm.
- >And your fingers are still pressing deep valleys into the rolling, fat cheek of her little pony ass.
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