A Touch of Pink P6

>You take a seat next to the white mare, your nerves just a tad rattled.
>What the hell was she going to do?
>Would she hurt you or…no that’s not her style.
>Oh god, she could get you kicked out of town.
>She’s one of those element thingamaroos.
>They’re like the superheroes of this place or something.
>She can probably feel you shaking.
>Your fingers play nervously against your knees.
>”Anonymous. What happened last night?” She says in a very plain voice, dry as old leather.
>That is not a pleasant sounding voice.
“Uh…well a lot. I mean…where do you want me to begin? Oh hey did you-“
>She cuts you off, though you kind of didn’t want to talk anyway.
>”Anonymous. Shall I list your crimes?” She sighs, finally making eye contact.
>Though you still find her eyes beautiful, this time the shimmering orbs of blue hold some manner of hostility to them.
>As if you weren’t already uneasy as fuck because of Pinkie…
>You scratch your stubble nervously.
“Yeah? I mean yeah I guess-“
>”I have never been vomited on. A date has never stood me up on the bill, or left without saying a word to me. I have never been kicked out of a restaurant. Nor have I ever been BANNED from a restaurant. And to top it off, Anonymous? You didn’t even have the GALL to apologize to me.”
>Her words hit you like darts.
>A perfect bullseye.
>You raise a hand in protest, trying to form a sentence in some modicum of a feeble defense.
>’I was drunk!’
>Shit, you were, but you basically just gave the classiest mare in Ponyville the worst date of all time and threw mud on her name.
>…and that’s actually the only defense you can summon.
>Your hand flops down and you hang your head.
“Look…Rarity I…I can’t even begin to apologize for last night. Can I just…give it to you straight?”
>”I expect nothing less, Anonymous.” She mutters, stern as ever.
>You regale to her the tale of you and Pinkie Pie’s quest for a date, including the expensive necklace, the money for the date, and of course the flowers.
>All of them Pinkie’s ideas, and all of them the only reason you figured you had a chance with her.
>She nods wordlessly as you finish your tale.
>Even with that out of your system, you don’t feel any better about all of this.
>You lower your head, fiddling with your hands idly.
>Rarity is quiet for a moment; the chirps from a bird outside provide the only ambient noise.
>”So…the two of you were working together, then.” She asks, her plain tone slightly wavering.
>You nod slightly, swallowing hard.
>To  be honest, you had no idea what was going through her head about all of this.
>And it kind of terrified you.
>She takes a deep breath, letting loose a sigh.
>”Anonymous…you are such a silly creature.” She says suddenly with a slight giggle.
>Wait, a giggle?
>You perk an eyebrow in confusion, looking to her and seeing…a smile?
“Uh…I don’t get it.”
>”Anonymous, how long have you known Pinkie Pie?” She asks, nestling into the couch slightly as to get more comfortable.
“For just about as long as I’ve been here, why?”
>She shakes her head, tittering with a widening smile.
“Rarity, what’s so funny?”
>”I’m honestly surprised you’re this dense, darling. It should have been apparent from the start.”
“Okay so I screwed up, I’m confused and I still don’t get your point, Rarity.” You mutter with a bit of annoyance in your voice.
>”Anonymous, Pinkie Pie obviously likes you a lot. Why else do you think she went through so much to see you happy?”
“Well yeah, she’s my best friend, of course she likes me a lot. And isn’t that her ‘thing’, you now, seeing people happy.”
>” Pinkie isn’t rich, and I’ve known her long enough to tell you she doesn’t have a hidden cache of bits lying about.”
>You scratch your head as the Tetris blocks in your head still fail to line up.
>She seems to notice your confusion, and sighs, holding a hoof up to her forehead.
>”Anonymous, you surely can’t be this thick, can you? I’ll spell it out for you. She wants to be your special somepony.”
>Your eyes go wide and your jaw goes slack.
“Wait, what?”
>Rarity titters to herself, clearly amused at your confusion.
>”Think about it darling. Why else would she want to help you out so much? The bits, the advice…even so much as to show up at our date. Why, she’s fallen for you harder than I’ve seen her do so before. It’s quite adorable, really.”
>She smiles warmly, sliding closer to you, clasping her hoofs together excitedly.
>”Oh this will be so much fun, Anonymous. It has been quite a while since I’ve set someone up. Oh…tch…I almost forgot.”
>The smile fades slightly.
>You’re still kind of at a loss, simply taking in her words.
>”Anonymous…you do like her right?” she says, pausing for your answer.
>Your lack of response garners a poke of her hoof to your temple.
“Buh? Oh uh, yeah she’s alright but…”
>You scratch your head idly.
>”But? How in the world can there be a ‘but’? You spend all day with her, darling. This should be easy.”
“Sh-she’s a horse. Sorry. P-pony.”
>The words come out like a stuttering mess.
>As if the fact that you had a crush on the one next to you wasn’t embarrassing enough.
>This was the only thing you could think of as an excuse.
>Rarity’s eyes speak volumes, nearly mocking you with her blinks.
>“I beg your pardon, Anonymous?” she whispers, her voice a mixture of hurt and confusion; more of the latter than the former.
“Uh…she’s not a human.”
>This is about as good a defense as an egg shell is to a hammer.
>Good job Anon.

Meanwhile…
>You are now Pinkamena Diane Pie.
>Element of Laughter.
>Everyone’s friend.
>Happiest pony in all of Ponyville.
>Except you’re not feeling any of those things right now.
>Mr. and Mrs. Cake both attempted to say something to you as you stomped your hooves upstairs to your room.
>You’d apologize to them later.
>…apologize…
“UGH! How could he!” You shout to the ceiling, throwing your door open with disdain.
>The room itself seems to be trying to smile at you in an attempt to cheer you up.
>You throw yourself at your bed and ignore it.
“How could he just…treat this like it’s nothing. She made him cry!”
>You’re so angry you could…you could…YOU COULD POP A BALLOON ANIMAL.
>On a scale of one to angry, you decide that you are entirely too angry.
>Burying your muzzle into your pillow seems to help a bit.
“He’s so stupid…” you grumble to no one in particular.
>Maybe you could go talk to someone about this.
>But…no one else knows Anon like you do. They’d just call you silly…
>Suddenly something wiggles your tail.
>You pull your head up and turn to see a familiar face.
>It almost makes you smile a little bit.
“Gummy! I was wondering where you got off to!” you call to the toothless reptile, fidgeting slightly as to pull him closer to you.
>The green crocodile has attached himself to your tail, but that’s okay.
>You leave him where he is.
>But this is good!
>Gummy is the best listener in the whole wide world!
>He always knows exactly what to say, too.
”Gummy…I think I’m in a bit of a pickle…it’s about Anon.”
>Your voice hints at sadness but the purple eyed gator’s mere presence brightens your mood just a little.
”He…he wants to apologize to Rarity. Like it’s all his fault! But it’s totally not! She was a big meanie to him on their date and…”
>You huff quietly, the reptile’s steely gaze fixated on you.
>He blinks one eyelid.
>Slowly.
>And then the other.
>…
>Of course!
”You really think so Gummy?” you say with sudden excitement, your question answered masterfully.
>His little head nods slightly.
> At least, you think it did.
“And…what about Rarity? Won’t she be mad at me?”
>The little lizard lets go of your tail and begins to scale Mt. Pinkie Pie, ever so slowly.
>Never breaking eye contact.
>…
“…sometimes it’s scary how wise you are, Gummy.”
>Gummy -always- knows exactly what to say.
>Nop0ny ever listened to him but you though!
>You always wondered why.
>Maybe they don’t speak alligator.
>…wait doesn’t Fluttershy talk to animals?
>This was starting to hurt your head already.
>More sugar will help.
>You bounce up from the bed with a spring in your step, the cushiony mattress launching Gummy into the air and onto a nearby beanbag chair.
>First, you’re going to make a banana pineapple upside down cake milkshake with toasted coconut and whipped cream.
>Then, you’re going to completely forget what you were doing because of a sugar coma.
>But these things happened so often that it’s like a surprise nap!
>Lastly, you’re going to head over to Anon’s and tell him the good news.
>He’s going to be so thrilled!

Back at Anon’s…
>You feel a few beads of sweat on your brow as the white seamstress stares you down.
>There hadn’t been a need to explain yourself really.
>None of the other ponies seemed all that interested in the topic except for Pinkie.
“Uh…I mean…you’re not...” you stammer, knuckles gripping at your pants.
>”Darling, are you alright?”
>And here you are.
>In front of the one mare you have lusty dreams about.
>You’re not a horsefucker, but your dream-self seemed to be fully ready to plow him some horse.
>A slight shiver runs up your spine.
>And another tingle flashes in your groin.
>Oh no.
“I-I’m fine. I…it’s just. I don’t know okay. It’s weird. You’re not human like me. You don’t have the same uh…parts.”
>Of course they have the same parts, Anon.
>They’re not human, but they’re still animals with reproductive organs.
>Rarity cocks her head, blinking in a tinge of further confusion.
>”Parts? No…no we don’t have those claws that you have…” she wriggles a hoof in front of you with a gentle smile.
>She stops to think for a bit.
>”Anonymous…surely you’re not speaking of…well…” she whispers, nodding downwards towards your lower half.
>Shit.
>DOUBLE SHIT.
“Um…well I…I mean, I don’t know , I don’t look at you guys like that, but I mean, I don’t think you do, but…oh god can we just stop.”
>You bury your face in your hands, but you know the damage is done.
>”Now now Anonymous, you needn’t be so shy around me. I’ve seen you without your clothes you know. Well, almost without them. But you’re wearing something to cover yourself up, so I can only assume…”
>The blushing intensifies.
>This is getting out of hand.
>You pull your face out of your hands and are met with a white muzzle barely an inch away from you.
>If you could move any further backward into the couch, you would.
“W-what the hell Rarity!” you gasp in surprise.
>She giggles, crossing her hooves on your knees.
>Her face is right next to your crotch.
>WHY IS HER FACE RIGHT NEXT TO YOUR CROTCH
>WHY IS SHE LOOKING UP AT YOU AND SMILING
>AND BEING SO BEAUTIFUL AND
>…goddamnit Anonymous.
>You had one job: don’t lose your shit.
>Shit is lost, son.
>Her purple squiggly tail swishes side to side.
>”Anonymous, you do know I originally came over here for an apology, right?”
“R-right.”
>”And do you know why I am still here?”
“Because you want to set me up with Pinkie?”
>”Aaaaand?”
>And?
>And what?
>What could she possibly want else?
>…oh shit no.
>She wants the money!
>Of course!
“Look Rarity I…I don’t have your money. It’s-“
>She cuts you off.
>”Darling, why would I need your money? Are you really that dense?”
>You are really that dense, apparently.
>But if she doesn’t want the money…
“I…I don’t know what you want then Rarity.”
>She shakes her head, sighing lightly.
>”Darling, you don’t like ponies?”
“Y-yeah.”
>”Not even a little bit?”
“Um…no?”
>What is she getting at.
>Her sapphire orbs roll in a circle.
>”Anonymous, I have reason to believe that you do indeed like us.”
>You blink in silence at her.
>…could she know?
>No.
>No she couldn’t possibly…
>”You like me, don’t you Anonymous?” she whispers with a sudden air of confidence.
>NO
”Y-yes?”
>NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
>”And I’m a pony, aren’t I?”
>Shit she is.
>She’s totally a pony.
>She’s about as pony as it gets.
>All you can do is nod dumbly.
>You’ve already lost.
>You like ponies.
>You like Rarity.
>Probably more than you would like to admit.
>”…and…well I know one part of you that won’t lie to me.”
>Now it’s your turn to look confused.
>The hell does that mean?
>A blue sparkle emanates from her horn and all of the sudden you feel a strange sensation coming from…
>…your crotch?
>Rarity’s magic is assaulting your dick with tiny sparks of sensation, through your pants.
”R-Rarity what the hell.” You gasp, your voice a mixture of confusion, pleasure, surprise, and confusion.
>You push her off your lap with haste and slide away from her.
>Now on your back, Rarity hops up on the couch, turning to face you.
>She wears some sort of grin, but you wouldn’t call it ‘evil’.
>It’s…something else.
>Either way, you can feel your body trembling.
>What the hell is going on?
“Rarity, w-what are you doing?” You exclaim as your mind is turned to jibberish.
>The tingling sensation never ceased, even as you attempted to escape.
>Blood pulses into your dick as it hardens, clearly not afraid to show its happiness.
>”What does it look like, darling?” she giggles, advancing on you, white horn blanketed in azure.
“Y-you’re molesting me and I’m really really confused. W-why?”
>Her soft hooves walk around your body, your muscles frozen in puzzlement.
>She looks to you, wearing the same grin as before.
>Small waves of pleasure run through you as she continues to tease your member.
>Why aren’t you pushing her off of you, self?
>You attempt to scoot backward, but fail, as it would mean falling off of the couch.
>”My my Anonymous, you sure seem to complain a lot. Why can’t you just enjoy it like your little friend?”
>The ministrations on your member intensify, her magic wrapping around your dock like an onahole.
>The tightness is nearly unbearable as you let out a surprised moan.
“R-Rarity! S-stop!” you shout at the white horse standing over you.
>But your arms seems locked to your side.
>And your legs seem to be opening up on themselves.
>Your back is also arching a little as the magic enveloping your member strokes you at a steady pace.
>The front of your pants begins to feel wet as your rod spits out more precum.
>Though stifled, you feel unconscious moans escaping your lips, much to your attacker’s joy.
>This is wrong.
>This shouldn’t be happening.
>Why aren’t you stopping her?
>True enough, she stands over you, saying nothing.
>But the grin on her face says far too much.
>She’s winning.
>Is this some kind of perverse punishment for last night?
>Your fingers grip into the plush of the couch as she continues.
>WHY IS SHE CONTINUING
>You’re not going to be able to handle much more of this.
>This is not a very good situation to be in.
>Actually, judging by the fact that this is the only action you’ve got since you arrived, this is a wonderful situation.
>It’s just that..well…
>It’s a goddamn hors-
>Pony.
>IT’S A GODDAMN PONY THAT’S DOING IT
>THIS IS WRONG
>But…it feels so right…
>You feel yourself nearing climax, the azure sparks doing their magic with precise intensity.
>No.
>You can’t let this happen.
>Glancing one more time into those sapphire eyes of hers.
>The perfectly styled purple mane adorning an alabaster, pristine coat.
>Her sly grin, knowing full well she’s in total control of you right now.
>This is wrong.
>But you’re going to let it happen.
>You arch your back and open your mouth, breathing a loud moan.
>Just as you feel the familiar muscle spasms, you’re interrupted.
*KNOCK KNOCK*
>Your door.
>The magical ministrations of your molester cease with haste, a slight scowl appearing on her face.
>”Hmph. Just as I was getting to the good part. Do be a dear and check that, won’t you?”
>She hops off of the couch and stands to the side.
>You glance down at your achingly hard boner, pants nearly soaked in precum.
>”A-are you serious?”
>She looks at you as if you’re the dumbest creature on the planet.
>Point taken.
>Lazily, you crawl off of the couch, your pants painfully tight.
>Stupid goddamn pony.
>Goddamnit.
>You’re going to gollywhomp her something fierce after this.
*KNOCK KNOCK*
“I’ll be right there, hold on.”
>Impatient fuck.
>You trudge yourself over to the door and open it up.
>Something hits your boner.
>Shit.
>You look down and…you’re poking Pinkie Pie in the face with it.
>What a wonderful day this is so far.
>”Oh um…hi Anon.” She speaks, seemingly just as surprised as you are.
>She steps back a little.
“Uh, hi Pinkie. What’s up?” You say, shifting around a little to try and make your member less noticeable.
>It doesn’t work.
>”…is…is that your…?” She quizzes you, slowly attempting to prod it with a hoof.
>No.
>Not today.
>You push her a little away, covering it.
>“Darling, who is it?” Rarity calls from behind you.
>Pinkie’s ears droop nearly instantly.
>So does her…hair?
>”O…oh. I see. Um…I’ll just go.” She whispers, her voice almost unaudible.
“Wait Pinkie it’s not what it-“
>She’s already turned and galloped off before you’re even able to finish your sentence.
“…I don’t think that line has ever worked. It’s always exactly what it looks like…” you sigh, shutting the door.
>You lazily turn, looking at a rather smug Rarity.
>”It was Pinkie Pie, wasn’t it?”
>Nodding wordlessly, you go back to the couch.
>Confusion burns in your heart and your loins.
>All you can do is bury your face in your hands
>How the hell did it come to this?
>”I wouldn’t worry too much, Anonymous. I know of a way to guarantee you two will be together.”
>The white pony trots back to the couch and takes a seat next to you.
>You flinch a bit at her presence.
>”Oh don’t be so testy Anonymous. You enjoyed it and I -know- your little stallion is begging for release.”
“Yeah, it is, and you just ruined my chances with Pinkie in the same run. So congratu-fucking-lations.”
>Hope she can taste the acid in that one.
>Instead, she leans into you, sighing lightly.
>”Anonymous, would you mind…putting your arm around me?”
>…
>Fine. Why not.
>Wordlessly you abide, wrapping your arm around the soft white pony’s midsection and pulling her close to you.
>Even though she just molested you.
>And possibly ruined the chance you had with a girl you like quite a bit.
>Don’t forget the raging erection.
>Fuck this.
>You’re getting a cuddle out of this at the very least.