>Watch as Fluttershy wakes up slowly, starting a bit at feeling hooves lazily wrapped around her.
>Get woken up by her "eep" and wriggling.
"Good morning, Fluttershy... did you enjoy your rest after last night~?"
>Notice her struggles lessen after what happened starts to sink in... after which she starts shuddering.
"I'm... sorry if you feel I manipulated you; I-I only led it that way because I felt it was... what you wanted, even if you wouldn't admit it to yourself... and--"
>Get cut off by Fluttershy's cute little giggle.
>"You're right, Ticka-Tock... I needed... something like that a teeeeeeny bit more than I let myself admit. I'm sorry you felt guilty..."
"...It's quite alright, Fluttershy... and I'm in town for a week yet... you think I could meet your friends, too?"
>"O-oh, of course! I'm sure they'd love you, since you seem nice enough... though I'm not sure how they'll respond to, um... that..."
"I... tend to not bring that up until we're in private and I sense some tension, and only guide it in directions I see working. It's not how I got my Cutie Mark, and more of a hobby than anything."
>"That's understandable... so i-if you figured out one of my friends... l-liked hypnosis the way I do..."
"I'd help them see how good it feels; spreading kindness to them as I have for you... and would for you again in a heartbeat. But Fluttershy, know this..."
>You pause to turn her over, letting her stare into your eyes as you say this to her.
"Even though we've only just met... you will always have a special place in my heart."
>Dear Faust, her smile is adorable in every form... especially this flustered, flattered form.
>"I-I-I... thank... you..."
>Stay like that for awhile, enjoying the simple pleasure of each other's intimate company.
 
>"I-I should probably tend to the animals... then we can go into town and meet everypony else... i-if you don't mind..."
"Not at all. I wouldn't mind helping again... it was hard work..."
>"...but seeing the animals so happy makes it worthwhile? My sentiments exactly."
>You chuckle a tad, helping her out with the animals again before setting off for Ponyville.
>"S-so... have you given any thought who you most want to meet next?"
"Hmmm... I actually haven't... we'll just see what hand fate deals me. All your friends intrigue me, not unlike you yourself."
>It seems fate has guided you to a certain pink ball of fun and energy famous for more than just her part in the Elements of Harmony.
"...Interesting, but okay."
>Fluttershy smiles and nods, getting Pinkie's attention.
>They prattle on a bit, then Pinkie takes notice of you.
"Allow me to introduce myself, Pinkie Pie. My name is Ticka-Tock, I'm in town on vacation from clock-making, just looking for a departure from the norm. I bumped into Fluttershy yesterday, and she's been very gracious in helping me find just that."
>Fluttershy blushes a tad at the flattery, which you find both Pinkie and yourself d'awwing at.
>Pinkie starts to prattle on about how "super-duper-luper" pleased she is to meet you, talking a mile a minute about some form of "Welcome to Ponyville" party.
"Good to see the rumors weren't exaggerated...," you murmur to Fluttershy.
>She murmurs back. "She means well... she's only like this around ponies she likes. Then again, she likes most everypony formally introduced to her, so..."
>Have a chuckle as she finishes her prattling.
 
>"So Ticka-Tock, are you and Fluttershy planning on doing something?"
>Both of you blush and headshake 'no'.
>"Good. Then ya mind if I borrow him a bit, so I can learn how to make his party special and just for him like it deserves?"
>"Not at all. I need to take care of a few things, anyway. We'll meet up again later, I'm sure of it."
>You watch Fluttershy wave her wing at you in parting, conjuring up a hand to wave back.
>You then start to follow Pinkie Pie around, prattling on about things as you trot together; you voice your desire to hear her take on her adventures, which she gladly gives you.
>Soon enough, she invites you into Sugarcube Corner to chat in private, asking you a few questions about the party.
>You answer honestly, but then you ask a lighthearted question.
"Do you ever slow down? Or are the rumors true?"
>Pinkie giggles. "Slowing down is usually boring... you probably remember hearing about the Gala, being from Canterlot and all... right?"
>You wince a tad with her as you recall what you heard.
"Yeah... the Gala isn't all that. I go when I'm obligated to, and don't overstay my welcome. Too businessy and snooty for my tastes, really."
>"...I like you, Ticki-Tocki."
"Heh, I'd be lying if I said I didn't return that sentiment. So Pinkie... do you think I could help you... wind down a bit?"
>You pull out your watch while she responds.
>"W-wind down? Silly Ticki-Tocki, I just said I oooooooh, whatcha got there?"
 
>You start out slow in your explanation, but quickly accelerate to a talking speed that rivals Pinkie's, swinging the watch in a wider arc than you did for Fluttershy. You were confident she'd need the extra distraction.
"Just a pocket watch I've held onto. Got it from my father, who got it from his father, who got it from his father, so on so forth yadda yadda yadda. I use it every now and again to help ponies experience hypnosis, which is totally different from mind control because mind control uses magic to override your will, while hypnosis is just a natural state of relaxation and heightened suggestibility, and that's all I wanna help you with..."
>Taking the tiniest of pauses in your speech, you notice Pinkie is having trouble keeping up with you AND focusing on the watch, as hard as she tries.
>But that's the plan, isn't it?
"I can't help but feel like a super-duper party pony like you just keeps on go-go-going, never really letting her body take a breather until it really really needs to and when your body is just super-duper-luper-poopered from throwing so many awesome parties, why not take a teeny tiny moment, just the quickest bit of time and--" *click*
"SLEEP."
>As you yank the watch upwards and poof it back into your pocket out of sight, you notice it takes the smallest of instances for your command to register... but Pinkie deflates quickly enough, letting a pleasant sigh escape her lips. You take a cleansing breath before slowing your talking speed back down.
"See Pinkie...? Doesn't that feel better...?"
>"Mmmmm... hmmmm..."
"Goooooooood... now don't worry... like I said, this won't take long..."
>"Mmmmmmmm... take... your... time..."
>You let out a chuckle, installing the sleep trigger into her and gently counting her awake.
 
>Chuckle lightly to try to lighten the mood as she slowly returns to the land of wakefulness.
>"Whoooooooaaaaaa... THAT'S what you meant? ...Yeah, I really really needed that... thank you..."
>Watch as she holds a hoof to her head.
>"Whoo... still a little light-headed from that... is that what I sound like to everyone else...?"
"...You mean well... just like I did."
>"...Anyway, I think I can call in a few favors and get your party up and running without me..."
>After she makes a call or two, she turns back to you.
>"I think I need another one of those... brrrr-ayyyyy-ksssss..."
>You chuckle at the way she says it, almost as if she's learning the word for the first time.
"Well, certainly... if you say--" *click "--sleep."
>Another mare, reduced to jelly before your feet. Time to see how much fun she really wants to have...
 
"Pinkie?"
>"Mmmm...?"
"How do you feel?"
>"Goooooooooood..."
"Goood~... what kind of good?"
>Blink as you hear a whine.
>"Bad kinda good..."
"...'Bad kind of good'? I don't think there is such a thing..."
>"Mama 'n' Papa said th'r is... s'posed t'ignr tinglis in m'nono prts..."
>You facehoof. Dear Faust, her parents were... ''that'' kind. ''And'' she's in heat, no less... you can't turn a mare like this down.
"Pinkie, dear... your parents said a lot of things when you were a little filly... am I right?"
>"Uh huh..."
"And how many of those things did you find out were untrue?"
>"...a lot..."
"You see, Pinkie? Maybe your parents were wrong... or maybe you just... weren't old enough to know yet... you're not a filly anymore... are you~?"
>"Uh-uh..."
"And that means you might find out... things your parents said were wrong... feel so very... '''right'''. Right?"
 
>"...Mebbee... iunno..."
"Don't worry, Pinkie. You can tell me to stop at any time. You know that... right?"
>"Uh huh..."
"Then tell me... does this feel... wrong?"
>You punctuate your sentence with a magical grope of Pinkie's plot.
>She shudders, but shakes her head no.
"You want me to keep going?"
>"Yessssssssss..."
"Very good... now... why don't you just..."
>You use your magic to help ease her onto her back.
"...relax like that? Let me guide you..."
>"...Guide... me..."
"Thaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat's a good girl..."
>Gingerly take your tongue and taste the nectar already beginning to collect betwixt her hindlegs.
>Hm. Sweet as you'd expect from someone who lives in a bakery.
>Pinkie shudders more at the feeling of your tongue, panting.
"Oh, you like that, do you~?"
>"Yeeeeeeessssssss..."
>Trot carefully so your hind legs are on either side of her head
"And I bet you see something... else you like."
>You can't see it, but you just know she's looking at your cock poking through its sheath, staring at it with all the wonder she probably did her first lollipop...
>"Ooooooooooooh..."
>There it is.
 
"Goooood... why don't you just... give it a taste, hm~?"
>Pinkie tastes it with her tongue... curiously, and almost... timidly.
"Mmmmmm... that's it... be gentle... n-no teeth..."
"H-how's it taste?"
>"Mmmmm... s'lty... bt gooooood..."
"Goooooood girl~... do you want more?"
>She eagerly brings her head up a bit to fit it in her mouth better.
"Mmmmmmmhmmmmmmmmmmmm~..."
>Dear sweet Faust, you were expecting this sort of sexual energy, but that barrier threw you for a loop.
>No matter, she's doing great. Time to return the favor.
>You hear her muffled moans as you gently use your lips and tongue to stimulate her mound, just as you've practiced with a few other ponies.
>You realize you're slowly approaching the brink, and can only guess Pinkie is similarly close.
"I bet you feel like you're... ready to burst... aren't you, Pinkie?"
>"Yeeeeeeeeeeeessssssssssss..."
"But you know it... makes people happier... to be happy together... right?"
>"Mhmmmmmm..."
"Gooood... I'm about to burst too... when I do... I want you to swallow as much as you can... and then let yourself burst as you do... okay?"
>"M... hm..."
>The mare seems dedicated to making you bust your nut, and after long enough...
>She seems all too eager to swallow your load, spraying out juices which you happily lap up.
 
>Look under yourself as your shaft starts to shrink.
>She wasn't perfect, but who'd expect a mare with literally zero experience to be as good as she was?
>Blink as you realize both her mane and tail have suddenly straightened out, watching as she starts shuddering and whimpering a tad.
"Wh-what's wrong, Pinkie?"
>"Tik-Tok... A-am I a... naughty pony...?"
>You realize she's starting to wake up a tiny bit. Time to turn on the TLC while she's still at least half-tranced.
>You turn around and look her in her slightly glassy eyes.
"Pinkie... yes... technically, you are a naughty pony... but everyone is... sometimes..."
>"R-rly?"
"Yes, really... those naughty pony urges... they're completely normal... and it feels so good to finally do something about them... isn't it?"
>"Oooh... Fowsh yesh..."
"And as long as you find willing partners you trust... and are willing to... deal with consequences..."
>You take a moment to verify your anti-fertility spell was still active, which it indeed was.
"...you can make everyone happy... make everyone smile..."
>"...Shmile...," she coos out, grinning dopily.
"Thaaaaat's the Pinkie everyone knows."
"Now... wanna wake up all the way?"
>"Uh-huh..."
"Then awaken you shall... good girl~."
 
"On 5 now, Pinkie..."
"1... blinking..."
"2... stretching..."
"3... yawning..."
>You hear her yawn and blink and stretch almost as if on cue.
"4... feeling your eyes open and..."
*click* "5... awake, aware, refreshed."
>You sigh in relief as her hair poofs up again as she snaps awake, right when she hears your click.
>"Whooooooo... that was a crazy kinda party..."
"You're telling me..."
>You help her up with your magicks like the gentlepone you are.
>You blush when she's staring you right in the eyes, big and watery, but smile undeniable as her normally perky and melodic voice drops to a whisper.
>"Thank you... for everything."
"It was my pleasure, Pinkie. Now... how close do you think that party is to being done?"
>"Hmm... we should have more than enough time to clean up, freshen up, and look our best for that spectacular welcoming party for the newest addition to the 'Pinkie Pie's Super Bestest Friends' club... you're the first stallion~," she chirps, more or less her normal self again; even adding a bit of jest at the end.
>You nod, returning her joking demeanor.
"I'm honored~, heheh."
"Now Pinkie, I want you to make sure you get that taste out of your mouth."
>"Awwwww... but I like this taste!"
"...Heh, somehow that doesn't surprise me..."
"...Be that as it may, it's one of those tastes that ''other'' ponies don't like ''smelling''... especially in public; just so you know."
>"...Ohhhhhhh. Okie dokie lokie!"
"Mares first."
>"...Before I do... what's a 'girl'?"
>You blink, then shrug.
"I've heard other species use it to refer to females, and I like how it sounds. 'Good girl'... sounds a lot better than good mare... doesn't it~?"
>You chuckle as Pinkie shudders at your words. "Y-yeah... I guess that makes sense. Anyway... all yours in a jiffy~!"
>You watch her shake her flank a bit and skip off into the bathroom, smiling warmly as you hear the water turn on and her voice cheerily humming over it.