>You are a student at Canterlot High
>But not just any student, oh no!
>You're the bravest there is
>You're the coolest there is
>You're the most handsome and confident there is!
>...
>Just kidding
>You are Butterscotch
>And you are living the normal life
>Well...
>Normal?
>Your house has more animals than the average zoo
>And all your female friends tease you like they're getting paid for it
>But aside from that, pretty average
>The last class of the day has just ended, and you're making your way out of the building, trying not to stand out
>"Oh, Scotchy!"
>How fun
>Your vision is blocked by two pink hands as you feel the distinct sensation of boobs pressing up against you
>"Guess who?"
"Pinkie..?"
>Pinkie gasps
>"How'd you know it was me?"
>Again, how fun
>Out of all your friends, Pinkie's definitely the worst offender
>Alright, Sunset's the only one that outright tells you to get on your knees with a straight face, but Pinkie wins by a landslide in the quantity division
>"... so I was thinking if you'd- Scotchy? Hello?"
"Huh? Oh, yes, sorry, I was, er..."
>Pinkie giggles as she hooks a finger into her top, showing off some cleavage
>"Distracted? It's okay, I haven't said the first half of what I was gonna say anyway."
>Huh
"So..."
>"So anyway," Pinkie says, giggling, "I was planning on going clothes shopping, but a girl should never ever ever do that by herself, and Maud is really really busy this afternoon, so I was wondering if maybe you could come with me?"
"No offense, but... Why not Rarity?"
>"Oh, uh, Rarity's 'busy'," Pinkie explains, shooting you a wink, "getting a higher 'grade'," wink, "In Mr. Fancypants' 'class'," wink. "Plus," she adds, "a guy's point of view always comes in handy!"
>Oh God
>You can see it coming already
>Clothes shopping is so gonna be an underwear parade
>Nip slips included, of course
>Well, fuck that
>She can choke on it
"Just... clothes right? I mean, uh... Only shirts and dresses and... You know..."
>Pinkie nods enthusiastically
>"Nothing I wouldn't show in public, Pinkie promise!"
>You're unsure if that changes anything
"Okay then..."
>"Wooo!" Pinkie jumps up and down, cheering loudly, "Thanks a bunch! I'll pick you up in the parking lot!"
>Which just means 'we'll walk to my car together'
 
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>You're currently sitting on a chair in the city's largest clothing store
>Waiting for Pinkie to come out wearing yet another dress
>Very surprisingly, she hasn't made one attempt at getting in your pants so far
>Alright, she zipped up your zipper for you instead of just telling you it was down, but that's it
>Her boobs were rubbing all over your crotch and thighs, but that was probably on accident
>She can't help their size, can she?
>Anyway, so, right now you're waiting
>There's a bag of approved dresses, skirts and tops sitting right next to you
>Every few outfits, Pinkie decides it 'likes her back' and bags it
>That doesn't mean you didn't have a say in it
>You're surprised at how badly some people can look in pink
>Finally, the curtain moves aside again
>"And? Whaddaya think?"
>Whoa
>This is something else
>That top is seriously cropped, she'd show underboob if she bent over
>And you don't know the naming rules, but you'd call that skirt mini
>You thought she was getting shorter skirts each time, but this just about confirms it
>Seriously, you can see her panties from here
>"Well? Like it?"
>You shake your head to snap out of it
"Uh, It's... Um..."
>"At a loss for words?"
>Pinkie giggles, twirling as if her outfit's totally 100% normal
>"I'm glad you like it, but it's a little tight around the waist... Chest, too."
>She tugs on the top a little, only making her tits stand out more
>Panic nearly takes control of you as you feel your blood fleeing to your groin
>Pinkie suddenly claps her hands together once. "How about this: One more set, and we'll go, okay?"
>You can only nod as you desperately hold your hands over your crotch
>And, as suddenly as she came out, she dives back in that changing room
>Your dick barely has time to recover before that curtain is moved aside again, revealing Pinkie wearing, well, next to nothing
>Only a pink polka dot bikini
>"Watcha think, Scotchie?"
"It's... Nice..."
>You don't dare to look any longer than you already have
>"I love the pattern, but it's a lil' tight..."
>Tight?
>More like, well...
>Yeah, tight is pretty accurate
>Tight enough to make her boobs spill out of that top just a little bit, accentuating their size and making them look incredibly soft
>Tight enough to make her hips and thighs spill out of those bottoms just a little bit, accentuating her hips and ass and making them look incredibly soft
>Any blood not helping to maintain your erection is now hurrying on its way there
>"Come on Scotchie, tell me what you really think!"
"Well, um..."
>You shift uncomfortably as you try to speak, doing your best to hide your raging boner in the folds of your jeans
"It... It looks very, um, nice, Pinkie."
>"Does it make my boobs look big?"
>She fiddles with one of the straps and looks down at her chest as she speaks up
"W-what?!"
>You blink in surprise, unsure of whether or not to believe what you just heard
>"You know," Pinkie answers, grabbing herself, "My tater tots? My melons? Tatas? No? My titt-"
"I-I know what b-boobs are, Pinkie."
>You feel yourself turning beet red as you answer, doing everything possible to not stare at Pinkie's chest
"It's, um... just... Is that appropriate for me to answer?"
>Pinkie rolls her eyes, giggling
>"Well, of course, silly! There's nobody else around to say it isn't, and I asked you in the first place!"
"O-oh, well, um..."
>"It's okay to look!"
>Pinkie winks very obviously at you
>"You can't tell me how it looks on me if you aren't looking, Scotchie!"
>As quickly as you dare - that is to say, very, very slowly - you try looking up
>You flinch a little as you find Pinkie standing much, much closer to you than before
>She's checking for something left, right and left again
>Next thing you know, she's grabbing your wrist, pulling you into the changing room
>Destroying all your efforts to hide your 'opinion' in the process
>She draws the curtain shut and pins your back against a wall
>"Scotchie, look at me!"
>No way you're doing that
>"If it doesn't look good," Pinkie's hands shift to the back of her top, untying it before dropping it to the floor completely, "just tell me~"
>You really don't want to, but your eyes are looking on their own
>You swear
>They just look so...
>So...
>So soft
>You bet your fingers'd just sink right in and-
>No!
>Not now!
>Too fucking late, Pinkie's already noticed
>She quickly grabs your wrist and moves your hand to one of her tits
>Instinctively, your fingers close around it
>Heaven
>Before you even notice what you're doing, you're giving a firm squeeze
>"Ooh~ So, you do like it?"
>You try to answer, but your voice fails you
>Pinkie keeps her hand on yours, preventing you from pulling away from her chest
>With the other, she somehow manages to single-handedly open your fly and pull your pants down enough for your boner to enjoy the fresh air
>You feel her hot breath against your neck as she moves in close
>"Liking it a bit much? Let me help," she says, as her hand closes around your cock, starting a slow handjob
>As she maintains her pace, she frees your breast-groping hand
>With her now-freed limb, she grabs hold of your other wrist
>You don't even know why, but even though your first hand's now free, you don't let go of her tit
>You don't even stop squeezing
>Nor do you struggle even a little bit as Pinkie directs your other hand to her own nethers, pushing your fingers into her bottoms
>You freeze up as you feel her slit
>Is it...
>Wet?
>It is
>Fuck
>Slowly but steadily, while still jerking you off with her other hand, Pinkie guides your fingers, making you trace circle motions across her clit
>She breathes heavily in your ear, moaning ever so softly
>"Wow, you're a natural~"
>Both her hands speed up
>The sound of her moaning, the feeling of her chest in your hand and her slit on the other, combined with a handjob that well exceeds your own best work
>It's just too much
"P-Pinkie..."
>"Not yet," She says, giggling as her hand slows down
>What
>Fuck no
>Not after going this far
>You feel a beastly rage wash over you
>That bitch WILL listen to you!
"P-please..."
>Pinkie giggles again
>"You want it that bad, huh?"
>Her hand speeds up a little again, but not enough to finish you off anytime soon
>"I'll try if you try~"
>By this moment, you're too caught up in lust, want and need to listen
>But you get the message
>You speed up, your thumb running rings over her nipple as your fingers continue their work down below
>Pinkie returns the favour, speeding her own efforts up as she starts guiding your hand deeper into her bottoms
>As your thumb grazes her clit, you feel your middle finger slip into something even deeper and wetter
>Pinkie groans in response, breathing in sharply at your touch
"Ooh~ Just like that, Scotchie!"
>Now desperate for anything that'll get Pinkie to go faster, you oblige
>Your thumb moves like lightning across and around her bean as your finger clumsily curls and swirls inside of her
>All the while, your other hand remains welded to her breast, massaging and teasing it in time
>Pinkie responds favorably, her pace ramping up to somewhere between 'spirited' and 'furious'
>As the pressure within you intensifies, you barely even register that your own hips are starting to move in time with her hand
>Do you even care anymore?
>All you know is that you're just about at your limit
>After a few more seconds, you let out a soft whimper as sweet release finally finds you
>You feel your hands go slack as your dick pumps and twitches, your orgasm seemingly lasting forever
>Even after you calm down, it takes you a minute to get your breathing and hartbeat down to a respectable level
>Finally, you look down to find Pinkie's thighs and bottoms stained with thick strands of your seed
>Pinkie giggles as she notices it too
>"Guess I'm gonna buy that one!"
"Oh, um, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to-"
>Pinkie puts a single finger in your lips to silence you
>"It's okay, Scotchie! This one is my favourite anyway!"
"It... Really?"
>"Well," she answers, smirking, "it is now!"
>You open your mouth to say something, but you're silenced by that finger again
>"Sssh! Someone's coming!"
>Within the span of just a few seconds, Pinkie changes out of the cum-stained swimwear and into her regular clothes, not even trying to hide anything from your view in the process
>After she's done dressing, she pokes her head out of the dressing room for a quick peek
>"Coast is clear!"
>You're pushed out with surprising force, landing face-first in the chair you were sitting in earlier
>Good, the bag's still there
>As you stand up and try to regain your balance, Pinkie steps out of the dressing room
>"Well, that settles it! To the register!"
>You grab the bag and follow the pink-haired girl to your new destination
>But one question pops into your mind as you do so
>How the fuck is she gonna explain those stains?