>Pinkie Pie asks all kinds of questions as you help her bake her goods
>Where you’re from, what you are, how you got here
>Not unlike Fluttershy
>Except, Pinkie steered clear from the personal questions
>She probably knows better than to ask about your private business
>Or just didn’t want to
>…then why did Fluttershy?
>…well, not really important
>You put the thought out of your head
>It’s gotten late into the afternoon as you mix batter, planning your party with the pink p0ny
>”And we should have music! And games! And STREAMERS! What party is complete without streamers!?”
>You giggle to yourself
Yeah, we’ll definitely need all of those!
>You continue mixing your batter
What about sweets? We have to have sweets at a party!
>”OF COURSE!!”
>You smile widely
>No one has ever made you feel more at home than Pinkie
>She’s a lot like you, actually
>A little more eccentric and hyper
>But definitely a lot like you
>Smiley, optimistic, spreading cheer
>She’ll definitely be your go-to p0ny
>You and Pinkie pour the cake batter into a pan and throw it in the oven
>You’ve already made dozens of cupcakes and cookies, so there’s not much else to do while you wait
>Pinkie takes off her apron and hops up on the island table, making herself comfortable
>You lean against it and cross your arms
>”So you stayed over at Fluttershy’s last night, huh?” she asks
>You glance over to her
Yup. Letting me crash there was real kind of her.
>She giggles
>”Of course! Fluttershy is the kindest!”
Yeah,
>You agree with a smile
And a little…
>You stop yourself
>…that may be a little rude of you…
>Pinkie throws on a puzzled expression and tilts her head
>”A little what, Emmy?”
>…Gosh, you don’t want to offend her or anyone…
>…but you’ve felt a sort of bond with Pinkie
>You should be able to tell her your feelings
I dunno, Pinkie Pie. Just a little… awkward.
>She tilts her head the other way
She seems all tense around me. And it kind of rubs off. I don’t know, maybe she’s just nervous around me?
>Pinkie giggles
>”Oh Emmy, Fluttershy’s… well, shy! She’s nervous around a lot of p0nies!”
>You figured as much…
>…honestly, Femanon, you’re overthinking things
Yeah, you’re right, Pinkie.
>You say smiling
>You glance out the window
>The sun sure is setting fast…
…maybe I ought to go find her. It’s getting late.
>Pinkie gasps
>”Oh, but we still have so much to plan for tomorrow!”
>She gasps again
>”OH I KNOW!” she cheers, “How about we have a sleepover!?”
A sleepover?
>”Yeah!”
>She dashes over to the cupboard with lightning speed
>”I’ve got—“
>She whips out a tray of—
>”Cookies!”
>She drops them to the table and speeds off somewhere else
>”And chocolate milk!”
>She throws it back into the fridge
>”And we can talk and snack and plan more and just hang out!”
>You’re speechless
>How did she move so…
>You shake your head
>Actually, a sleepover sounds… pretty appealing
>You can’t remember the last time any of your girlfriends had one
>It should be… fun
I’d love to, Pinkie.
>You say with a smile
>She beams
>”GREAT!”
But…
>You  lower your head and think for a bit
Maybe I should… I don’t know, tell Fluttershy?
>Pinkie hops over
>”Sure! She should know, right?”
>Yeah…
>Wait, should she?
>She’s not your caretaker or anything…
>Still…
>She found you, and she housed you for the night
>…and you don’t want her to feel left out…
>…yeah, just go tell her, Femanon
>Maybe you and Fluttershy can go do something tomorrow
…yeah. I’ll head over to tell her, and be right back, okay?
>Pinkie’s smile is all the answer you need
 
>The sun has completely set now, and you’re winding the path to Fluttershy’s cottage
>The lights are all on, and the babbling brook sends wonderful watery tunes into the air
>Living here must be a dream…
>You knock on the door a few times
>You can hear some rustling behind it
>Then, it opens up
>The little yellow winged mare gazes up to you
>”Oh THERE you are, Femanon! I was wondering when you’d come back…”
>You smile at her, a little awkwardly
You know, just thought I’d come by and… let you know about my day.
>”Oh, of course, I’d love to hear about it! I’ll get some tea started!”
That sounds lovely.
>You and Fluttershy get settled in on her couch
>She makes a kettle of tea for the two of you, and you sip and converse about the day
--And we’re aiming for tomorrow night. It should be a fun time. You’re coming, right?
>She nods happily
>”Oh, I wouldn’t miss it for the world!”
>You sip your tea
That’s great.
>You place it down on the coffee table
Actually, Fluttershy… about the planning…
>Here we go…
>…why is this such a big deal?
>She isn’t your mom!
>She’s not going to take it hard… right…?
We’re not actually done yet… Pinkie asked me to spend the night at her place, so we can finish up. Is that…
>You glance down to your feet
…you know, okay…?
>You twiddle your thumbs
>It’s silent…
>…what’s she thinking?
>You glance up to her, getting a look on her face
>Is that… shock?
>She locks eyes with you
>And her entire expression changes
>”Why sure, Femanon! I don’t think you really need my ‘permission’ for something like that!”
>A weight is lifted from your chest
>Wow, did she really say that?
>Maybe your perception of Fluttershy was way off
>You smile
Thanks, Flutters.
>She’s smiling too
Hey, I don’t want you to feel left out or anything, though. You’re my friend too. Why don’t we do something tomorrow before the party? Hang out?
>She absolutely beams
>”Oh I’d love to!”
>You sigh a sigh of relief
>There we go…
>No one’s feeling left out or offended
>”Just…”
>Hmm?
>You take another look over to her face
>She looks like what you probably did when you thought she’d take your news poorly
>Nervous, anticipating a response… hmm…
>”Well… you don’t have to… *mumble *”
>She mumbles and glances away
…what was that, Fluttershy?
>She looks back to you
>”Well… you don’t need to… share a bed in a sleepover… right…?”
>You look to her with a puzzled look
>…where did that come from?
No…?
>…wait, do you?
I don’t think so… I mean, I don’t plan to share a bed with her…
>A look of relief washes over her face
Wait… why?
>Aaaand it’s gone again
>”Oh! Um—“
>She laughs nervously
>”I’m just… curious…?”
>She smiles a nervous, teeth-showing smile
>You think you hear some kind of squeaking noise as she does it
>…it’s better not to question this, you suppose
Alright…
>She exhales
Anyway, Pinkie Pie’s probably waiting. I’ll stop by tomorrow so we can hang out, okay?
>She smiles
>”Okay, Femanon, have fun!”
 
>You and Pinkie Pie have a great time
>You talk more about the party, about guests, food, etc, all over a plate of the best cookies you’ve ever eaten
>She talks about her other best friends that you HAVE to meet
>They all sound like great p0nies to know
>Maybe even more friends to have here
>You exchange a few jokes and share a few laughs
>Pinkie Pie, in her onesie pajamas, rolls onto her back and laughs, kicking her feet into the air
>”Emmy, you’re so silly!” she cries as she giggles
>You’re in a giggling fit too
>Gosh, you haven’t had this much fun in God knows how long
>Wiping the tears from your eyes, you take a glance at Pinkie’s clock
>Almost 12am
>Pinkie notices your gaze
>”Thinking about heading to bed, Emmy?”
>You look to her
Heh, yeah, maybe.
>You yawn
I have some things I want to do with Fluttershy before the party. Want to make sure I’m up in time for them.
>”No prob! We can head to bed now!”
>She hops up and trots past you
>”We already planned the whole party, anyway!”
>You smile
Yeah!
>She starts digging through a closet
>”Hey, Emmy, you don’t mind sleeping on the ground or anything do you?”
>She pulls out several sheets, a comforter, and a pillow
>”It’s just that I don’t have a spare bed. It’ll be reeeeeally comfy!”
>You smile
That sounds great, Pinkie Pie.
>And here you were a tad worried she’d ask you to bed with her
>…huh, another thing she hasn’t done that Fluttershy has…
>…maybe sharing a bed isn’t common here…?
>Then why did Fluttershy want to?
>…or maybe it is common, and Pinkie’s the odd one
>Looking at Pinkie Pie, that may be the case
>Why are you thinking about these things?
>You shake them from your head
>Pinkie Pie has already set up a beautiful looking sleeping area not too far from her own bed
>”TA-DAAA!” she announces gleefully as she reveals it
>You laugh and clap your hands softly
It looks great!
>She beams a hearty smile at you
>”Okay then!”
>She launches herself into her bed
>”Night Emmy!”
>She crashes down onto the bed, the covers bouncing up high and falling neatly down onto her
>She’s already snoring
>…wow, this mare
>You laugh softly to yourself
>You head over to your sleeping area and take off your pants
>You place them to the side and get nice and settled in
>…Hmm…
>…well… you’re not sharing a bed with anyone…
>…yeah, you probably should
>You reach around your back and unhook your bra
>You place it down next to your pants
Ohhh… much better.
>Finally…
>You settle down into your area once more
>And drift off…
 
[spoiler]>”… I just don’t know…”[/spoiler]
[spoiler]>”I mean, I don’t THINK…”[/spoiler]
[spoiler]>”She’s just so…”[/spoiler]
>You’re having a dream about you and Pinkie Pie
>You’re hanging out at the party together
>It’s… fun
[spoiler]>”Maybe just…”[/spoiler]
>In your sleep, you feel a little tingly
>The dream kind of stops itself
 [spoiler]>”Oh… oh my…~”[/spoiler]
>Very tingly…
[spoiler]>”…rub… not a… oh, I can’t, I…”[/spoiler]
[spoiler]>”But… was saying that…”[/spoiler]
[spoiler]>”…just a peek…”[/spoiler]
>…you’re not very comfortable…
Ughh…
[spoiler]>”…! Oh … shouldn’t have…”[/spoiler]
[spoiler]>”…hope she… awake…”[/spoiler]
>You move a little in your sleep
[spoiler]>”Eep!”[/spoiler]
 
>Your eyes flutter open silently
>You gaze up to the ceiling
>Weird how your body works…
>Having a simple dream, then awake just like that…
>You turn your head
>Huh…
>A slight draft comes into the room
>Was the window always open…?
>You re-adjust yourself
>Wait…
>You glance down to your body
>Your shirt has been pulled up to around your neck
>Your breasts are completely exposed
>You quickly pull it back down
>You glance over to Pinkie
>…still asleep
>…okay, good
>No one saw anything
>You turn over and try to get back to sleep
>…holy… wait…
>You sit up
>You dart your hand downward and start patting your crotch
>You’re…
>…you’re damp
>…like, REALLY damp. Wet, even
>You can feel your face blush
>How did that…?
>That’s not possible, it’s…
>…unless…
>…oh my…
>…no way… could it…?
>You glance over to the snoozing Pinkie Pie
>Happily sawing logs
>Your mouth gapes
>…you mean, she’s a great friend…
>And you don’t even… you mean, she’s a girl… and a p0ny…
>But…
>Could a simple dream…?
>You pat yourself again
>…could a dream really do that…?
 
End of Part 2