Title:           Pinkie "Quest" #8 (NSFW): Nightmare Night Shenanigans
Author:          AspirantQuests
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First Edit:      Friday 20th of June 2014 03:16:46 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Friday 20th of June 2014 03:16:46 PM CDT

        The summer passes quickly after Pinkie's birthday. The summer is rife with parties that need hosting and catering, so Pinkie is busy for weeks on end. Even so, she takes the time to smile and wave, now and then making small talk with you when she sees you on the street on her way to an event. Sometimes when she's looking a little ragged, you help her with a party's preparations or performances.   On these occasions you invite her back to your place, where the two of you relax with cold drinks and a warm couch, talking about how things are going, what her friends are up to, filling in the blanks of time where you don't see each other.
        Once in a while she'll fall asleep on the couch, sometimes even in your arms, and you'll carry her to bed where she spends the night. She's always up first, doing her best to cook you a thank you breakfast before she has to run back to Sugarcube Corner, always giving you a kiss on the cheek before she leaves.
        You think about the relationship between the two of you sometimes. You try not to too often, afraid you'll commit your mind to something prematurely. But when you do, you imagine Pinkie always being by your side, her radiant smile and signature bounce in her step, the way her mane curls and bounces when she talks. On occasion you've found yourself daydreaming for more than an hour when you finally do snap out of it. And each time you wonder if she thinks of you when you're apart.
 
        Despite your daydreams of warm summer days, summer eventually wanes into fall. The leaves of the trees of Ponyville changing colors and beginning their slow descent to the ground while the air becomes a little cooler. Soon everyone, including yourself, is wandering the town with scarves or warm caps.
        And with the onset of fall, the preparations for Nightmare Night commence.
 
 
        It's the night before Nightmare Night and Ponyville is bustling with activity. All the ponies in charge of setting up the stage and game booths, as well as those in charge of the food and candy, are hurrying about while the other denizens of the town talk in groups about their costume plans and how excited they are. The air is charged with a frantic, but optimistic, energy.
        Pinkie and the Cakes are working happily but quickly, baking pies, cakes, candy, caramel dip for apples; you name it and they're doing it or already finished. You offered to help them, since you're close with Pinkie and wanted to lend a hand anyway. So while the Cakes focus on candy making, you and Pinkie are working on cupcakes and other bakery goods, giving them a mix of fall colors and the colors of Nightmare Night, dark hues of purple and blue with little bat design sprinkles.
        Your work is nearing it's end, and not a moment too soon. The day is fleeting and night approaches along with your deadline. Luckily everyone knows what they're doing and you finish the orders without problem as night truly falls.
 
        With the goods packed away for tomorrow's big event everyone takes a breather, you and Pinkie taking the time to wipe the sweat from your brows as the Cakes congratulate everyone on a job well done. Pinkie gives you a hug of appreciation, “I'm really glad you offered to help, otherwise we'd have been here all night!”
        “Pinkie is right,” chimes in Mr. Cake, “those extra orders that came in would've had us pulling an all nighter for sure if you hadn't given us a hand. Or two. What I mean is: Thanks, we couldn't have done it without you.”
        “Please, make sure to take some of today's leftover sweets as a token of our appreciation,” Mrs. Cake says while handing you a box wrapped in cloth, “It has half a dozen donuts and a few slices of cake, plus a block of fudge. It's the least we can do.”
        You thank them for their kindness as you take the package, Pinkie licking her lips as she looks on, probably imagining how the sugary treats taste. You give her a wink, you'll share. Maybe she'd even be willing to come over tonight now that her work is over....
“I don't mean to pry or anything,” Mr. Cake says a little nervously, “But, will you be attending the Nightmare Night events tomorrow?”
 
 
You give a look to Pinkie who nods emphatically, so you in turn nod to Mr. Cake.
“Good, the more the merrier. Just ah, be careful alright? It'll be the first time we've had someone like you attend. Now if you'll excuse me, the wife and I are rather tired so we're going to head up to our room.” The two of them begin to ascend the stairs when Mrs. Cake stops, “Oh, Pinkie, are you heading out tonight?”
Pinkie looks to you, her eyebrows raised in a questioning gesture.
 
Night has just fallen so it's not too late or anything yet. Plenty of time to hang with Pinkie if you so choose. Maybe at your place, since the town is rather busy? Then again, you should work on a costume...
 
>"Well, I do need a costume still...."
>Pinkie's eyes light up and she practically shoves you out the door as she calls back to Mrs. Cake, "You bet! Have a nice night!"
>You decide to drop off your snack pack at home first, wouldn't make much sense to drag it with you everywhere
>Pinkie follows you, chatting excitedly.
>She doesn't stop until you lock your own home's door on your way out
>"So, what do you want to go as? Do you have a costume made already? Did you want a storebought one? Wanna make one ourselves for you?"
>You shift nervously as you ask if Pinkie would like to be part of a couples costume with you. Only if she wants to, that is.
>Her response is a high pitched "EEEEEE!" before she grabs you in a hug, "Of course I would love to! What'd you have in mind?"
 
>The two of you decide that recruiting Rarity's help would be a good idea. Since you aren't pony shaped and all
>The two of you begin your walk to Rarity's boutique to meet the master seamstress, discussing ideas of costumes
>The obvious 2 person in one costume that works for both your physical characteristics would be the Centaur costume
>"While I don't mind being in the same cut of cloth as you," Pinkie winks, "Maybe we should just do two costumes with similar themes?"
>You really like your idea, but perhaps she has a point. You could be frankenstein monsters together, fake police officers, all those classics you remember from your childhood
>Or a big dragon costume
>Or you could be a....bear. Like that Ursa Major.
>Pinkie gasps, "And I could be Twilight! Oh the look on her face would be priceless!"
 
>Before you know it you're at Rarity's shop. The lights are on and the hours listing on the door says she's still open for a bit, though she'd probably make an exception for her friend anyway
>The two of you enter and Rarity calls a welcome over her shoulder as she works on a pony mannequin
>"Welcome to my boutique! I'm Rarity. I do all the sewing and designing here, as you can see. Now, how can I help yo-" She stops as she sees you towering over her and Pinkie, her eye twitching for a moment before she regains her composure
>"Ahem. W-well, look a-at you! Such a....large, but dashing looking.......uh"
>Pinkie cuts in and gives a brief introduction, you chime in with an "I'm human."
>Rarity settles down as Pinkie explains that you're her good friend and the two of you need help on a costume
>"Well you've come to the right place darlings! What can I assist you with?"
 
>You and Pinkie convene, whispering ideas to each other before you conclude on a couples costume: Thief and Police pony
>Rarity listens to your decision. "Hmmm, yes, that would work certainly. So, Pinkie as the police mare and you as the thief?"
>You nod.
>"Now, do you mean classic police officer? With the cap and badge? Or do you mean something more.....risque of sorts? Perhaps a catsuit, maybe a few fake gadgets? Or a sexy cop, with....garish fuzzy handcuffs?" You notice she puts a mild emphasis on sexy. It's probably nothing.
>"Oh, and of course, you. Are you going to be a thief of old, with black and white stripes? Simply dreadful, if accurate." She gives you a once over, "hm, yes, uh huh. Yes, I believe you're much better cut out for a suit. It looks sharp and you can say you're a 'spy' if you'd like, instead of 'thief'."
 
>"Ooh, ooh, I want to be a spy!" Pinkie hops in place, nearly knocking a mannequin over before giving Rarity a sheepish look as she calms down
>You like the idea of Pinkie in a skin tight suit. Not that you haven't seen it before, but you'd like to see more of it you decide.
>"Well, Pinkie already has a catsuit. But I think we should measure her up for a more fitting one. The one she has is "practical", but this one is for show." Rarity looks upward, a hoof on her chin as she thinks, "Yes yes, I can see it! Tight fitting, but elegant in design, showing off her curves......Yes. Perfect. Now come here Pinkie, I need to measure you."
>Pinkie bounds over as Rarity uses her magic to pull a cloth measuring tape from a drawer and begins to wrap it around various points on Pinkie's body
>You take a seat on a cushion as you await your turn, observing the seamstress at work
>Pinkie giggles as the cloth tape runs over and around her as it slides and squeezes around her head, neck, middle, hooves, and even over the bushy mess that is her tail
>Pinkie has to lift a leg for Rarity that shows you a little more than you were prepared for, so you busy yourself with a magazine
>Rarity also laughs every now and then at Pinkie's antics, the two talking a little to help keep the room from being dead silent
>Soon Pinkie's measurements are completed and she bounces to you, "Your turn!"
 
>You approach Rarity who is eying you over more closely this time, mentally envisioning you in various colors and cloths perhaps
>"Now stand here, yes like that, now with your arms out a little bit so I can put this around your waist. Very good."
>Rarity starts measuring you, starting with your waist. The cloth measuring tape sort of tickles, an otherworldly quality to having a cloth run rampant across your body with no hands guiding it
>"My my, you are a rather large person aren't you..." Rarity comments, measuring the breadth of your chest and the circumference of your arms, "What long limbs you have. Where does the cloth normally end on long armed clothing for you? At the wrists you say? Fascinating."
>Rarity is sweating lightly from her magic use and resolves to measure your lower body with her hooves to give herself a bit of a break
>She measures your feet as you briefly discuss shoes, then moves on to your legs. She measures the circumference at various points, then moves to measure your in-seam of the leg
>Having Rarity's head at crotch level is making you flustered as you struggle to contain yourself, her soft hooves running over your inner thigh and calves as she measures. "You're so very....large," she says. It isn't helping.
>Finally rarity is finished and begins to pull back, when her uppermost hoof gently hits your nether regions. She struck your quickly stiffening shaft and not your balls, thank god
>Still, Rarity steps back with a look of terror on her face
>"Oh my, I didn't hurt you did I? Are you alright?" She looks at her hoof as though in confusion, "I struck something.....hard?"
 
>Rarity takes a look at you again, "Are you alright?"
>"Y-yes. I'm fine."
>Pinkie is looking from across the room, a mischievous look on her face. She knows.
>"Are you sure dear? Should I remove your pants and make sure you're alright for you?"
>Pinkie is desperately trying to contain laughter at this point, practically rocking in place on a cushion, her cheeks bulging and eyes watering
>You're too busy watching Pinkie to stop Rarity from starting to fiddle with your zipper, "I'm so sorry darling! I-it was an accident I swear!"
 
>You're panicked. You want to stop her, but for some reason you find it difficult to move.
>Rarity is on the verge of undoing your pants when a giggling Pinkie Pie wanders up next to her and gently pulls her away from you.
>"But, what is it Pinkie? I need to make sure your friend isn't hurt!"
>"Oh, he's hurting alright. But not how you're thinking!" She can't hold it and starts laughing, her body shaking as she squeals and her eyes water up again
>Eventually she calms down and wipes her eyes with a hoof
>"Would somebody PLEASE tell me what's so funny!" Rarity is confused and a little distraught
>Pinkie pulls Rarity over, a little away from you as they huddle together and Pinkie whispers something to Rarity
>Rarity takes a look at you, specifically your crotch, before her face turns a scarlet red as Pinkie resumes her laughter
>Rarity wanders back over, trying to remain composed, "Well. I'm....I'm sorry about that. I have all the measurements I....need. I shall have your costumes ready for you tomorrow afternoon. So, if you'll excuse me, I need to get to work."
 
>Pinkie waves you over to the door and the two of you start heading back to your place
>"Aaaahahaha! Did you see her face? Oh man. Oooooh maaaaan! And you, I can't believe you!" Pinkie seems unable to stop talking about your little moment
>You remark, "Why are you finding this so funny? Shouldn't you be....I dunno, upset or something?"
>Pinkie gives you a look before stifling more laughter, "Why is it funny? You just nearly flashed one of my friends, who had noooo idea what was under your pants!"
>"And why would I be angry? It was an accident, right?"
>For a moment Pinkie isn't laughing anymore, instead looking at the ground as she walks, "B-besides, who am I to tell you who you're attracted to....Rarity is a very...pretty pony..."
 
>You stop walking, and a slightly startled Pinkie nearly runs into your legs as you turn around
>"Thats not it. Not at all. Rarity.....isn't my type. And it wasn't her, it was you."
>"Huh?" Pinkie is confused.
>You never were very good at wording under pressure. "What I mean is, when Rarity was measuring you, and you lifted your leg...."
>Pinkie blinks, thinking, then a sly smile comes over her face
>"Ooooh, I think I get it now. Just couldn't help it huh. Was it the idea of me in a skin tight suit? Or were you imagining me with my leg up like that, while you-"
>She stops, her eyes widening. "I...I...I'm sorry, that was....what I mean was..."
>She takes a deep breath to regain herself, "So, you mean it was me? Y-you like me like...that?"
 
>For a moment you aren't sure what to say
>Then you think about the time you've shared with Pinkie up until this point; The first time you asked her to a movie, the dance party, your spa trip, your short lived cooking rivalry, how she invited you to a beach trip for her birthday, and all the small daily interactions in between.
>"Yes. And no. Pinkie, I've enjoyed everything we've done together. Every time I'm near you I can't help but smile, the way you're always so energetic and fun to be around always warms my heart. Yes, I do think about you like that sometimes," Your throat feels tight and your heartbeat can be felt all over, and you find yourself shaking a little, "I....don't know how I'm supposed to feel. But when I'm with you, everything is just....great."
 
>Pinkie listens intently. When you're finished a silence hangs between you. Not even the sounds of Nightmare Night's approach can permeate it.
>After torturous moments that feel like hours, she speaks
>"W-we've had some fun times together, haven't we? I've enjoyed them all too. Every one," she turns from you, looking at the stars in the clear night sky, "And...we're...closer than friends. Right? Especially after that cooking contest, and the beach trip, right?"
>She turns back to face you, "I like you too. A lot."
 
>You're trying to figure out where that puts you exactly when Pinkie wanders over and puts her arms around you, pulling you down so your heads are level. Without any further words she gives you a kiss, her mouth meeting yours firmly as she pulls you to her
>When the kiss is broken she looks into your eyes, you tell her in plain words:
>"I love you, Pinkie Pie."
>Pinkie's eyes water at the words, her squeeze on you tightening
>You don't know if this will work out, you and Pinkie. But you'll be damned if you don't try.
 
 
You feel light as a feather when Pinkie tells you she loves you too and gives you another kiss, the tears in her eyes finally rolling out in two thin lines from the corners of her eyes. When she pulls away she gives you a heartfelt smile, her front hooves still wrapped loosely around your neck. You can't help yourself as you pick her up, Pinkie giving a surprised yelp before laughing again as you carry her to your home.
It takes some work to get the door open while carrying Pinkie, but you manage it just like at the hotel. You kick off your shoes and carry Pinkie to your room, a feeling in your gut telling you it's what you should do, what you need to do.
There are no words as you lay Pinkie on her back on your bed, her blue eyes glittering in the dim lighting of your room. Pinkie doesn't let go of you, forcing you to crawl onto the bed, your body hovering over hers as she pulls you in for another kiss, this one deeper, more passionate. Her soft pink lips meeting yours energetically, over and over again. She finally stops to catch her breath as you move downward and start kissing her neck, working your way lower as Pinkie giggles and moans before releasing her hold on you to grip the sheets of your bed.
You reach her stomach and give her a small raspberry, delighting in the laugh she gives you before you continue. Her teats are in front of you now, two lighter points of pink that poke out significantly. You run a finger around the edges of one, Pinkie squirming a little and breathing heavily. You continue to tease her until the nipple is erect, then repeat the process with the other. Pinkie lets out a small moan, “Don't tease me like that, I can't take it,” her voice rising in pitch as she struggles to keep herself quiet. After another circling with your finger for good measure you tweak it between thumb and forefinger, giving it a little twist. Pinkie cries out as a shudder runs through her body, “Aaah! I-I'm too sensitive there, d-don't!” You take one into your mouth and flick your tongue over it's tip gently while running a finger in circles around the other again. Pinkie moans and wraps her legs around your head as you continue to flick and prod her teats alternately with your tongue, giving the occasional tweak with your fingers and making Pinkie cry out.
When you first run your tongue over her exposed clit she gives another squeal of pleasure as she grips your head tighter to her, her front hooves gripping your sheets tightly as she bites her lip. You continue, lavishly licking and prodding with your tongue even as you move a hand back to her teats and give another firm tweak. All at once she cries out, pushing your head into her even as you feel a warm liquid spray out onto your mouth, Pinkie panting and loosening her grip on you and the sheets, sweat beading her brow and matting the ends of her mane.
You remove your shirt and wipe your face with it as Pinkie rolls over onto her front and raises herself to her feet, putting her front hooves on the head of your bed for support. You look up to see Pinkie shaking her flank in your face, “You said when I did this,” she says as she raises her back left leg into the air, “It really....turned you on, right? Well,” She looks over her shoulder at you, “I'm ready for you.”
You fumble with your pants before nearly ripping them off as you get on your knees behind her, readying yourself right at her entrance, running the tip of your member along her wet slit in a vertical motion. She gives out another moan, “N-no, stop teasing me! I...I want it, inside!” You put a hand on her flank as you enter her slowly, her insides tight and hot enough you feel like you want to melt when she gives a lengthy moan. You're up to your base in her and slowly pull back out before starting a gentle pumping motion, grabbing both cheeks of her flank as you push into her rhythmically. The head of your bed creaks as Pinkie holds onto it while you pump into her, slowly at first but gradually picking up speed. She gives moans in time to your thrusts, pushing you on faster and faster until you're thrusting into her as fast as you can while she cries out in pleasure, her head back, tongue hanging out the corner of her open mouth, sweat dripping from her and making her fur slick. Her insides feel amazing, hot, wet and tight, she squeezes you with every thrust as your balls slap against her with a loud whapping noise that echoes in the small room, only drowned out by her moans.
You feel like you're going to blow soon, so you tell her to wait and get her to roll back over onto her back, in a missionary position. She whines until you enter her again. You start slowly, looking into her eyes as she looks into yours before she pulls you into a kiss. Her back legs bounce with every push, and she moans into your mouth as the two of you wrap tongues, constantly moving and twisting. You start to build speed again, Pinkie's legs bouncing faster and faster until you know you're going to lose it. You break the kiss and look at Pinkie. She sees the look in your eye in wraps her back legs around you in response.
You're on your final legs now, building faster until your release, Pinkie moaning and telling you she wants it. With a final burst of speed and an open mouthed kiss with Pinkie you explode inside her, pushing in as far as you can while Pinkie's legs tighten their hold on you as she cries out, orgasming at the same time as you. You fire load after thick load into her as she squeezes around you, as though trying suck you dry. Finally you stop as you sink into Pinkie's embrace, putting your arms around her as she kisses your neck before finding your mouth again. She gives one long, passionate kiss before smiling at you, still not letting you pull out of her until, with a small popping noise, your dick becomes limp enough to be withdrawn without really moving. The two of you breathe heavily into each other's faces as you lie in each other's arms, cuddling in the afterglow as you run fingers through her bubblegum mane, your sweat mixing together.
 
The two of you lie like this for some time, and after a while you think Pinkie is sleeping. As a result, you jump when Pinkie checks to see if you're awake. You ask her how she's feeling.
“I feel all warm everywhere, like I'm full of sunshine,” she gives a smile at you, “it's the best feeling.” You give her a kiss on the forehead and she gives a small giggle, “So, ready for round two?”
 
 
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You wake to the sound of Pinkie yawning a bit loudly and turn over to see her rubbing her eyes and smacking her lips. She sees you turn and smiles, reaching out to give you a hug after your night of intimacy. Despite the tender moment you shared that led up to it, it wasn't a one and done deal, Pinkie proving that she has quite the energy reserves, even in the wee hours of the morning.
“Good morning sleepyhead. Or should I say afternoon?” Pinkie gives a giggle as she motions at the bedside clock. Yep, it's 1pm. How late were the two of you up last night?
When you look at Pinkie, the way she just.....glows, you decide it doesn't matter anyway.
Pinkie hops out of bed after your quick hug and heads for your restroom, her fur and mane ruffled with a few clumped patches where fluids didn't run off properly.
You roll out of bed and follow her. Pinkie turns the knob and waits for the water to heat up before entering the shower, giving you a wink and a motion as you enter in behind her. She moves around in the shower, rubbing a bar of soap across her fur and under her arms. She has issues reaching her flank and back legs so you give her a hand, rubbing thoroughly at the clumps of fur until they go smooth. You brush a hand across her marehood once or twice by mistake and Pinkie gives little shudders when you do, “H-hey, we did plenty of that last night. Aren't you satisfied?” She says in a teasing manner, giving you a wink.
Truth be told you'd like nothing more than to take her again right there in the shower, but she's right. Your muscles still ache and you have appointments to keep today, so you focus on cleaning yourself and Pinkie, helping scrub her mane with shampoo before rinsing and drying off. You grab some clean clothes, the two of you share a quick lunch and you head to Rarity's to pick up your costumes for tonight.
 
>You pass through the town and observe all the booths that were raised over the past few days. The large stage that sits at the far edge of the clearing Nightmare Night is hosted in stands above all the snack and game booths that are slowly being occupied by vendors and attendants.
>Pinkie remarks at how great it's going to be, especially with the two of you dressed as spies. "I can't wait to see what Rarity made for us!"
>Neither can you, so the two of you put some hustle in your step and make it to Rarity's in good time
>Pinkie raps a hoof on the door to announce your presence before entering
>The boutique is a bit more of a mess than it was last night, and Rarity's hair is tussled as she dashes about her workspace. She takes a moment to stop and see who entered, giving you and Pinkie a smile, "Ah, yes, you're here. Excellent. I'm just putting the finishing touches on your outfits, just a moment!"
>You and Pinkie take seats on some cushions again as you wait for Rarity to give you the big reveal
>It's about half an hour before she's ready, but after getting the two of you before her small stage she pulls back the curtain to reveal your outfits
>On a pony mannequin resides a scarlet red cocktail dress, with a mock gun holster around the hoof that drapes out of the open section of leg
>On a human shaped mannequin, how did she even build one so fast, resides a black tuxedo with wristwatch and flower in chest pocket
>The designs are simple but stunning, the obvious craftsmanship really lending itself to the quality of the clothing
 
>”Well, what do you think?” Rarity asks
>”I love it!” Pinkie cries, throwing her front hooves in the air for emphasis. You think they're pretty great too, though you're curious as to how well they'll fit
>”Of course, let's get these on you now shall we? Ladies first, so Pinkie come over here.”
>Rarity helps Pinkie get the unfamiliar clothing on behind a thin screen, their shadows moving around in a strangely enchanting manner
>A magic aura can be seen toying with Pinkie's hair after the dress is situated, Rarity apparently not fit to let Pinkie's hair sit how it normally does with such clothing
>The screen is pulled aside revealing femme fatale Pinkie
>Her curly hair is styled so that one long curl comes down and covers her right eye, while the rest wraps under her opposite ear and plays across her neck. The scarlet dress is close fitting at the top, but loosens as it runs down her body, a slit in the legs allowing her flank and cutie mark to poke through, a mock gun and holster firmly strapped to the exposed leg. Her tail is hidden beneath the caboose of the dress.
>You decide this is far sexier than a simple catsuit could've been
>Pinkie gives a little twirl and giggles when she sees you staring at her
>”Alright, enough gawking at the lady. It's your turn mister.”
 
>Considering your previous embarrassment you decide to clothe yourself behind a screen in similar fashion
>Everything fits perfectly and is comfortable to boot, a real achievement since the last suit you worse was itchy as hell. Even the watch fits wonderfully. Rarity did an exemplary job
>You wander out from behind the screen and Pinkie applauds, "Wowie, lookin' good!"
>Rarity smiles before a small noise is heard and you feel your hair bend and crease into a more suitable form. "There, perfect!"
>You and Pinkie thank Rarity and wonder about compensation, to which Rarity tells you she'll come up with something later. "Don't really worry about it, Pinkie is my friend. Any friend of hers is welcome any time, and I always treat my friends fairly."
>With that settled the two of you head out into the late afternoon. Festivities are just starting, mostly games since the candy giving and spooky stuff is for night time.
 
>It's your first Nightmare Night so you aren't exactly sure what there is to do around here, so you decide to ask Pinkie to take the lead
>She puts a hoof to her mouth as she giggles again, "I thought we were supposed to be "enemies" while wearing these."
>So that's how it's going to be
>"Alright, then go do whatever you want. I certainly won't be spy-like and follow you to make sure you aren't up to anything insidious."
>"That's the spirit!" Pinkie proclaims before wandering off, now and then stopping to look behind her. The first time she does it you just stand there. "Gotcha!" Pinkie proclaims, pulling her fake gun and mockingly shooting you
>Oh come on.....
>She starts off again, nearing the section that you think has the games when she stops to look behind her again
 
>You dart to your right behind a vendor's stand as Pinkie turns, poking your head out only slightly so you can see which way she goes
>She doesn't appear to see you, blinking a few times before smiling and mumbling something you can't hear before she turns and keeps walking
>You follow her stealthily and see her tossing fake spiders at a web that's marked with point values, her back turned to you
>She rears back and tosses one, landing it on the second ring out from the bulls eye. The vendor shakes his head and you can hear, "Need more points than that for a prize miss." Pinkie makes a "tsk" noise and winds up again, launching the spider even further away from the bulls eye this time. She stamps a hoof in frustration, "Well darn."
>When she winds up for another toss you sneak up behind her and grab the spider from her hooves, "Excuse me miss, perhaps I can help?"
>Pinkie's eyes widen as surprise before she recognizes you, then struggles to fight a grin, trying to stay in character.
>"Well, if you think you can do any better, be my guest."
 
>You're feeling real in character so you go for the showoff agent route, turning your back to the target and flinging it over your shoulder as nonchalantly as you can manage
>You hear the spider hit the webbing and try to look relaxed when the vendor cries, "WINNER!"
>Pinkie's mouth is agape as you turn around and mask real surprise with feigned surprise. "Oh wow, how did I hit that? Pretty lucky huh?"
>You pat her on the shoulder, "Well, as a gentleman I must offer my prize to the lady. Please, pick whatever you desire."
>Pinkie gives you a brief smile before resuming character and picks......
>One of those inflatable squeaky hammers with POW! imprinted on it
>Before you can say anything she gives you a gentle bop on the head, the squeak noise accompanying the feeling of your hair getting a little mussed
>What a scamp
>The area is filling with more people in costumes as night sets in, and the two of you get compliments from knights, zombies, draculas and all other assortments of costumed ponies on the quality of your costumes
>Without much room to be spies in, Pinkie resumes her normal attitude and takes your hand in a hoof as she asks if there's any games you want to play right away
 
>You're nostalgic for a corn maze, so you decide you'd like to wander that for a bit with Pinkie
>The two of you walk to the corn maze and Pinkie gets one of her looks again.
>"Hey, how about we go in separate and see who can find their way out first?"
>Sounds rigged for whoever goes in first, but you agree. Corn mazes are sort of boring if you don't do something to make them fun.
>Pinkie heads in first with her squeaky hammer, telling you to count to twenty before you head in
>You do so then head in after her, determined to beat her to the exit
 
>You forgot that mazes are not your strong suit
>You aren't exactly sure how long it's been, but it's felt like forever since you've entered the maze. Every turn you've taken seems like it just leads to the same dead end, again and again. It's getting rather frustrating when you hear a light squeak over the wind rustling the corn maze
>Sounds like Pinkie's squeaky hammer
 
>You follow the noise, ensuring you turn left as you remember an old trick on solving mazes. Though it conflicts with a different piece of advice and soon you're conflicted and just resolve to follow the noise and go from there
>Soon the noise is coming from an offshoot on the right, so you follow it, making sure to peek your head around the corner to see what Pinkie is doing
>Sure enough it's Pinkie and she's looking a little distressed, looking at the far "wall" of corn stalks and smacking her inflatable hammer against the ground. Seems she lost her way as well.
 
>You decide to surprise her, but in character if possible
>You creep around behind her, avoiding making noise with the corn as you tip toe ever closer to her before clearing your throat rather loudly right behind her
>Pinkie jumps like she's taking flight and gives a shriek of terror as she turns to smack you with her toy hammer
>You duck in time to avoid getting hit in the face with air filled plastic and knock it out of her hooves as she realizes it's you
>She gives a sigh of relief, "Boy am I glad to see you!"
>You're staying in character you decide, to get her back for making you sneak around the gaming area back in the town square
>"And why would you be happy to see me, rival spy? I am here to capture you and put an end to your days of ruining my plans!"
>Pinkie smiles a devilish grin, "But you seem to have forgotten I'm the one with the gun!" She reaches for her mock gun in it's holster when you raise your watch arm and put a finger on it, shouting "Watch laser!"
>Pinkie freezes before raising her front hooves in the air in surrender, "I guess you got me this time. What're you going to do with a sweet, harmless little pony like me?" she says while batting her eyelashes and flipping her curl of hair.
 
>"Oh, I think we can work something out, Miss Pie. But first, hand over your weapon."
>Pinkie shakes her head, "You'll have to come get it yourself, I don't do requests."
>"Suits me," you say, which gets a chuckle from Pinkie as she recognizes the play on words you didn't mean to make
>She's still standing on two legs with her front hooves raised as you walk around behind her, your watch pointed at her the whole time
>When you get behind her you put your arms around her middle, "No funny business now Miss Pie, I'd hate to have to end our little get together prematurely."
>"You sure didn't have that problem last night," she says with a wink, making your face burn red even as you smile
>You run your hands gently down the front of her dress as you crouch down, your hands running over her bare leg and exposed flank as you work your way to her holster, eliciting a soft moan from Pinkie
>You remove the mock harness easily and toss it next to the squeaky hammer on the ground across from the two of you as you run your hands back up Pinkie's leg as you rise back to a standing position, still behind her
>You can't help yourself and begin to kiss the nape of her neck, making her raised hooves falter
>"Now now Miss Pie, keep em up."
>Despite this order you cup Pinkie's chin in a hand and turn her face towards yours, that lock of hair blocking her eye and making her face almost foreign, causing your heart to beat a little faster as you lock lips over her shoulder
 
>When the kiss breaks she gives you a wink, "Could've just asked, don't need to take my kisses by force you know."
>You're rapidly caring less about staying in character now, so you turn her around and wrap your arms around her as you bring her in for a deeper, more passionate kiss
>Pinkie puts her hooves around your neck and the two of you spend some quality time together in a dead end of the corn maze
>You're about to take it a step further when Pinkie takes a step back, wiggling out of your grasp and leaving you stunned
>She has your watch in a hoof and is aiming it at you with a wink and her tongue sticking out mockingly
>"Well, now the watch is on the other hoof," she retorts. When did she even do that? "If you don't want to be zapped, then I suggest you help me find a way out of here."
>You break back into character, "Fine Miss Pie. But this means nobody wins our little contest, understand?"
>She nods, "I'll get you back in something else, don't worry."
>With that she retrieves her mock gun and squeaky hammer and gives you back your watch, and the two of you walk side by side searching for the exit
>It still takes some time since neither of you are good at mazes, but through trial and error you find your way out in under another hour
 
>You tell Pinkie you'd like to try that pumpkin catapult thing you've heard about
>She directs you over to an open section of field with the catapults and stacks of pumpkins on one side, the well lit field heading out into the darkness beyond the lights
>"So, how does this work?" you ask Pinkie.
>"Dunno, I've never paid attention to this one. Usually I'm too busy scrounging candy or pretending to be terrified on Nightmare Night."
>You talk to a stallion standing next to one of the catapults, turns out it's just a contest of who can launch one the farthest over the course of the night
>If you beat the people you're lined up with you can get a prize of some variety
>You decide to try it out
>The vendor gives you a helmet that's a tiny bit too small for you and tells you how to wind the launching device. Also to be careful and not smack yourself with the rope
>Pinkie wisely decides to watch from a safe distance
>You grab one of the wooden cylinders of the cog and pull, starting to wind the catapult
 
>You find it easy at first as the rope slack is slowly eaten up by your turning
>Soon enough however it takes some real effort to wind the darn thing. It may be made for ponies but it's made for some tough ass ponies apparently
>With a grunt you push it one last time and fix the firing mechanism in place, locking the cog as you catch your breath
>Soon the vendor calls for readiness and you stand with your hand on the lever that releases the block
>"3! 2! 1! FIRE!"
>You give your lever a tug and the catapult lurches off the ground as it fires, making you duck away from it on instinct
>The pumpkin goes out past the midfield mark before splatting with a resounding thud that makes up the beat of the pumpkin artillery landing
>A pegasus assistant flies out and measures before telling the vendor the results
>He calls you over and tells you you got third place, so you get a keychain prize
>It's a keychain in shape of a pumpkin with swoosh marks behind it, signifying it's launch and your participation
>It's not much but it's better than nothing. And Pinkie seems impressed as she trots over, "Wow that was really something! Third place huh? That's pretty good! Those stallions you were up against looked like they've been doing this for a few years. N-not that I was checking them out or anything, don't worry!"
>You give her a pat on the head and thank her for her support as the two of you choose your next destination
 
>You tell Pinkie you'd like to do the dunk tank, to which she reminds you that neither of you can wear your nice clothes before going into it.
>"Rarity put a lot of effort into these and I'd feel really bad if we messed them up. She'd also probably get real angry, and I don't like seeing my friends angry, ok?"
>You, of course, agree and the two of you ask around if there's a temporary storage area for you to store your clothes in. There's a set of free lockers open, so the two of you strip down and gently fold your clothes in there, storing the mock gun and watch with them as well before locking up and taking the key with you
>So Pinkie wanders without a costume and you wander in just your boxers as the two of you head for the dunk tank
>Pinkie insists she gets to throw the first ball since you already scored a perfect on the spider throw thing
>You reluctantly agree and climb into the dunk booth, sitting nervously on the collapsible bench
>Pinkie gets 3 tries before it's your turn, if she scores once then it's your turn
 
>Pinkie winds up, closing an eye as she aims at the bulls eye target and throws!
>It goes wide and hits the booth itself
>You give her a mild jeer, telling her she couldn't hit the broad side of a barn
>"Yeah but I can paint one!" she jokes back as she winds up for shot number two
>She throws!
>And you're plunged into the cold waters of the tank as she hits the target hard enough to trigger the bench
>Pinkie is laughing when you climb out of the tank drenched, your nice hair soaked through and goofed up but a smile on your face
>"It's my turn now" you say ominously as Pinkie hands you the locker key and takes a seat in the dunk tank after the bench is reset
 
[Total 8]
 
>Your first ball goes wide, hitting the dunk tank much like Pinkie's first shot
>She giggles, "What was that about barns?"
 
>Your second shot goes wide in the other direction, nearly smacking the vendor's cap off his head
>Pinkie laughs and motions towards the target, "Over here silly!"
 
Special Move!
 
>Something clicks as you launch your third ball and it hits the target, Pinkie plunging into the cold waters of the dunk tank with an eep of surprise
 
>She climbs out and shakes herself off, giving you a smile and a "Good job! I did it faster though."
The two of you dry off with some towels as best you can before retrieving your clothes. You have to help Pinkie back into hers, a feeling you enjoy perhaps a bit too much. The way that dress just clings to her still slightly damp fur and shows off her flank.....
>You'd much rather be taking it off her, but now isn't the time for that
>You don your suit and do your best to fix your hair before the two of you head out to grab candy for the Nightmare Moon "sacrifice"
 
>The two of you grab small buckets of candy, making sure to sneak a few pieces into your chest pocket for later, despite having sweets at home from yesterday
>You come to the Nightmare Moon statue, already a pile of candy dumped in front of it's terrible visage. Or it would be terrible, if you weren't nearly as tall as it.
>The two of you set your buckets of candy on the statue block before high tailing it away, pretending to be terrified at Pinkie's cue, hollering about Nightmare Moon chasing you all the way back to your home
>Pinkie followed you out of habit, but you decide that's not a problem as you bow and motion Pinkie inside like a gentleman, acting refined in your nice suit
>You shut the door after entering and heat up some hot chocolate for the two of you as you both snack on doughnuts from yesterday's productivity, recounting your favorite parts of tonight's adventure
>The two of you finish and brush your teeth before heading to your room, Pinkie tugging on your arm as she drags you to bed
>You get your wish of pulling that dress of of Pinkie ever so slowly, accompanied by sighs of relief and moans of pleasure as the night goes on, the two of you enjoying your little role play as you start in on another long night.