>This…
>This is sooooo fun!
“Like, I knew that this would be fun, right?”
>Your head spins a moment longer, yourself having to steady yourself on the woman sitting beside you.
“But I never would’a thought that it’d be this gooood!”
>As you lay your head on her shoulder, there comes a certain bliss.
>You can’t really pinpoint the exact cause to why…
>Maybe it’s the gentle burn that’s accompanied by the bittersweet wine.
>Maybe it’s the warmth from all around, both from the drink and the elder woman’s all too cozy shoulder.
>Or maybe it’s because you’re finally able to forget about Nonny.
>Oh, wait, you just remembered him.
>Grumbling something that mom would give you a good walloping for, you raise the bottle to your lips again and drink with gusto.
>As the stuff trickles down your chin, in amounts you’re not really proud of, you hear a small giggle as the shoulder your leaning on bounces up and down.
>”Oh, Pinkie…”
“Heminuh wha?”
>Slowly opening your eyes and glancing up at the pink woman, you offer her a lopsided smile as your eyes desperately try to focus on her.
“What happ—”
>”Pinkie!”
>She grabs the bottle from your hand.
>...Oh.
>You were still pouring it.
>Darn!
>Looking down, you slowly blink down at the wasted drink below you.
>Tiddies.
>Not just tiddies, though.
>Pink tiddies.
>Wet AND pink tiddies…
>You can’t help but giggle at the sight as Cadance begins to reach around for something to dry herself with.
>You’re not laughing at her attempt, but rather the jiggle that you can see from your sight overseeing the two glorious mounds.
>It’s a bit hard to see, what with the only light being that from the dimly lit television, but you make do.
“Jiggle jiggle jiggle~”
>You giggle at the sight, and can’t help but raise a hand to poke at those glorious torpedos.
>Your little pink finger inches forward, slowly but surely, like a lion stalking its prey…
>Closer…
>Closer…
>...
>...Oh, hell with it.
>Grinning like a maniac, you free both of your hands and grab two handfuls.
>”P-Pinkie!”
>You can’t help but giggle and snort at her panicked cry, though you’re more than a bit surprised at her complete lack of physical response.
>Raising a brow, you look up to meet her eyes, your drunken smile spanning from ear to ear.
>Stifling another giggle, you give a brief squeeze.
“Honk.”
 >There’s a raspy breath before she speaks, her voice slightly husky.
>”Pinkie, please—”
“Honk!”
>”Pinkie!”
>You put extra love into the next couple of squeezes, the big ol’ bahama mamas seeping through the space between your fingers.
“Waho, and I thought mine were big!”
>She begins to shift in place, seemingly trying to remove you.
>...No, wait, she’s just shaking her head.
>There’s a sigh before she begins to take a long drink.
>When she finishes, you can’t help but give another burst of loving squeezes, to which you can’t help but giggle.
>Cadance offers back a look at you, but her eyes speak of both mild sadness and amusement.
>Can’t have that, now can we?
“Whassa’ matter, Candy?”
>There’s a sigh, to which you give another honk.
>This actually gets a giggle out of her.
>”Mmmm, don’t worry about it.”
>Oh, playing hard to get, Candy?
>Nuzzling her shoulder a little more, you settle with a hug across her midsection.
“Aw, c’mon, tell Ponkey…”
>You are given a few headpats, but this only encourages you to hug harder.
>Now that you think about it, she’s been rather unsettled tonight.
>Always glancing at the door and the time, as if she’s expecting something bad to happen.
“Tell Ponk! Ponk needsch ta’ know!”
>Much to your surprise, Candy slowly slumps back and onto the floor, a small sigh escaping her.
>”You really wanna’ know?”
>You nod and nuzzle her further.
>She gives out a laugh before slowly lowering herself back onto the carpet.
>You don’t dare let go.
>In fact, you squeeze a bit harder and press yourself against her, which elicits another set of giggles.
>And so you two remain there for some time, both of you basking in the warmth of the other and the placating nature of your hug.
>After a profuse amount of squeezing and snuggling, the inebriated woman pulls you close.
>Her voice is raspy, obviously holding back more emotion than she’s currently showing, but you’re only able to just hear it.
>”I think Shiny met someone…”
>Your eyes widen at that, and you naturally give an affectionate squeeze at that.
>”Think her name’s Gilda… hard to remember.”
>Looking up to her with wide eyes, you can’t help but slightly gasp at the thought.
“No!”
>She only nods at this, gently writing an eight on your back all the while.
>”I mean, the memories are hazy and all that, but I’m pretty sure… what with the way he’s been acting and all.”
>You’re not sure why, but at this point you’re muttering, “No, no, no…” to nobody in particular.
>There’s a bit of moisture at the ends of your eyes as well, but Candy can’t quite see that, what with the room being this dark.
>”No, it’s fine, I’m probably just paranoid…”
>That doesn’t do much to halt the growing amount of tears that begin to drizzle down onto Candy’s shoulder.
>Just as you’re about to begin sniffling, however, there comes a sensation on your forehead.
>Her kiss, surprisingly enough, is able to stop your emotions from running rampant.
>Just to be sure, however, Candy decides to lean over once again and place one right on your lips.
>Your eyes widen again, but not after a fit of drunken giggles escapes you both.
>You’re not sure why she did it, but you can’t say that it didn’t work.
>Come to think of it, you’re also not sure why you’ve also got a certain… itch now.
>Your eyes widen yet again as she squeezes you close and places her lips on your yet again, her tongue quickly prodding for entry.
>You don’t dare deny it.
>She overpowers you easily in the mouth, her hands quickly finding their way down to your backside.
>You give off an odd mix of a moan and a giggle into Candy’s mouth, yourself wriggling in her grasp.
>She holds the back of your head and presses you into the kiss, her off hand now toying with your plump cheeks all the while.
>Her tongue searches every nook and cranny of your mouth, leaving no inch untouched…
>When Candy decides to take a breather and pull away from the kiss, however, she quickly moves on top of you in a straddling position.
>And, for a while, you two stay there.
>Panting, somewhat sweaty, and drunk out of your minds.
>As you look up at her lust-stricken eyes, you can only hear one thought from your mind.
>Yes.
>Soon enough, though, you would be vocalizing that thought at the top of your lungs.