Loving Pinkamena: Part 6

>You were so tired of it..
>Why couldn’t you just..
>You feel the sadness, distrust, and anger inside of you.
>They just wouldn’t stop.. even when you pleaded, begged and cried..
>They were going to toss you away like a rag when they got what they wanted..
>You felt a prick your happy, old self when you first met him. Then again, that’s how it always was whenever you met someone knew.
>Every single one of them just crushed that spark within minutes. You had expected the same for him, to hurt you, to torment you..
>You didn’t believe yourself when it started to grow, knowing for sure that it would only hurt more when he stomped on you.
>You wanted to stomp his flame out before he could do the same to you.
>But you didn’t.. You couldn’t..
>It kept growing, and you kept getting more and more frightened the larger it got. But at the same time, you were warm, happy..
>You felt loved again.
>The flame in you kept getting bigger and bigger. Even while you even tried to put it out, he stopped you.
>He really cared about you..
>And then it got snuffed again, as soon as you felt warm and happy and safe in his arms, it was torn away from you.
>It was the worst feeling. Much worse than the first time, for at least that was a gradual pain. They took him all at once and with him, your warmth.
>They didn’t even leave you a spark.
>You snapped again. You could feel it in your mind when it happened.
>You wanted him back. Anything to get him back..
>It was blurry after that, you don’t remember much.
>You do remember seeing him again though, and you feel that spark ignite once more.
>You could feel it growing and growing ever since you were spending time with him.
>Whenever he touched you, it was as if feeling that same spark over and over again. You thought you could never trust one of them to touch you, and you were never touched like how he touched you before. Mixtures of confusion and fright always crept up when he first did, especially the closer he got..
>Now you wish he would never let go.
>You knew you could trust him and you did, even with your life now.
>You had a huge fire inside of you now.
>But you still felt cold..
>He promised you it would change. He kept his promises.
>And he was right. You could feel it slowly overtaking you again in its warm shine.


>You wake up to Aanon’s yawning. He didn’t wake up, but it was loud enough for you.
>He was a heavy sleeper.
>You feel his length poking you again, and you open your eyes with a long sigh. His hands were always on your hips when you woke up, which drove your body absolutely wild.
>You take just a little bit of time to slowly and uncontrollably grind against him again, pricks of warmth and intense bursts of joy run through your veins immediately. You don’t cover your mouth as you silently moan and coo, even hoping he wakes up to it.
>As soon as you started grinding, he slides his hands up to your ass, slowly tightening his grip the more you moved.
>You told him that your cutie marks were a sensitive area, and you weren’t exaggerating at all. Your sighs became gasps that rose in pitch the more you dragged on.
>You stop yourself when you realize that you were reaching for his member.
>You remembered when you did that as he was carrying you, and your face turns red.
>It made you happy when he carried you in his arms. You felt safe and secure, knowing that he wasn’t ever going to drop you.
>You slide off of Aanon, and relish it when his length violently rubs across your hips. You hug his side, just staring at it, waiting for him to wake up.
>You see no reason why you can’t put your leg across his lap, and brush up against it.
>He grunts, which kicks in a primal instinct inside of you.
>Without even thinking, you gasp loudly, and squeeze your legs around his side, feeling your lower muscles clench up.
>He wakes up almost instantly. You feel his eyes drift downward to where your leg was rubbing against, and then to your face. You feel your face grow hot in embarrassment. Even still, a sigh escapes your lips when Aanon shifts towards you.
Aanon: Pinkie.. you’re squeezing me kind of tight..
>You realize that your leg was still around him, and loosen up your grip.
>He suddenly puts his hand on your leg, the warm skin of his hand pressed against the cool skin of your leg, and you let out another sigh, absentmindedly rubbing against him again.
>His other arm was underneath your body, and you feel him slide under your shirt and grab your breast, massaging it.
>This was too much for you, and you violently start to rub your leg on his length, trying to get back on top of him. His arms were stopping you however, teasing you. It felt like torture when he simply refused to with his arms, and you start to pout again.
>You feel his hand leave your shirt and your leg, boosting himself into a sitting position.
>All of the snow around you had melted pretty quickly, with not even a drop of water on the two of you.
>Warm snow was strange.
>He leaves you to pout while he takes a pill, and goes to the bathroom.
>You start staring at him with lust the moment he comes back, unsatisfied.
Aanon: C’mon Pinkie, we should start moving.
Ugh…
He helps you to your feet, and you are dragging your feet to the stream once more.
>There was a thin layer of ice on it, but was easily broken with your fist.
>The stream was so clean and clear, you could clearly see the bottom, a shocking 30 or so feet away now.
>The stream was getting wider and deeper the further you went. You hope it’s a good thing..
Aanon: You okay Pinkie? You seem a little tired..
>You were almost leaning into the river, but you snap back to attention.
Huh? Oh, yeah I guess I am..
Aanon: Do you have any leaves left?
>You reach in your pockets, still stuffed with the Alcane leaves, but put them back in.
>Not today..
I’ll be fine Aanon.
>He looks a little worried, but takes your word for it.
>You are helped up by him, and you start walking with the river again.
>The endless fields of white snow was tantalizing, but you were able to trudge along as long as he was with you.
>It wasn’t just a straight stretch either. There were plenty of hills and valleys to go up and down against, trees seeming to dart out of nowhere, and unseen rocks trying to trip your dragging feet.
>After around the fourth time you fell down, you need to take a break.
Aanon: This is ridiculous Pinkie, just eat some leaves-
No!
Aanon: But why not? I’ll be with you the entire way, nothing’s going to happen Pinkie..
>That’s why you don’t want to..
>You just lay there in the snow face down until he brings you up and into his arms. You get a much needed kiss from Aanon, and he helps you dig up some grass.
Aanon: Hey Pinkie?
Hmm?
Aanon: You know what’s a fun thing to do in the snow?
.. Make snow angels?
>You get a snowball to the chest as a response, startling you. Aanon grins while you stand up flustered.
Aanon: Oh come on Pinkie, haven’t you ev-
>He gets hit in the back of the head, and he turns around to see you grinning and holding a snowball.
Aanon: How did..
>You spend the next half hour or so hurling snowballs at each other, and laughing at the same time.
>It was fair to say that you totally creamed him, but you also got your fair share of hits.
>Soon, your exhausted, tired, wet body collapses.
>Aanon is alerted by this, and rushes to your side, getting on his knees and pulling you in.
>You were both soaking wet due to the weird nature of the snow, and any gentle breeze would give you goosebumps.
>He didn’t force you to take any Alcane leaves, but you knew he would soon if this kept up. You smile as you feel the warmth spread when he puts his arm around you, waiting for you to finish your measly meal. You sigh when he pulls you in closer to his chest, feeling the heat radiate off of him.
Aanon?
Aanon: Yeah?
>You just had to ask now, you couldn’t help it.
..Could you carry me? Just for a little bit?
Aanon: Of course Pinkie.
>You smile, and Aanon puts one arm under your knees, and one supporting your back, letting your arms wrap around his neck as you bury your face in his shoulder.
>His shirt smelled of sweat and blood, invading your nose and making your mouth water. It was a good smell that made you want to press your body against him, trying to gain the aroma.
>You look up at Aanon, who had a determined look set on his face, making you feel safe.
>You start eyeing him with lust again until he finally looks over.
>Without a word, he stops, and gives you a deep kiss.
>You instinctively drive your tongue into his mouth, and you don’t stop until you need to breathe.
>Aanon looks surprised at first, but quickly overcomes it and starts to give in to your demands.
>He positions you to where you have your legs wrapped around his waist, and your arms around his neck. You feel your ass being squeezed a little, making you gasp inside his mouth. The corners of your sight are blurry as you feel Aanon rub your cutie marks. You can feel him growing and pushing against your hips, and you start to uncontrollably hop up and down on it. Aanon keeps walking, and you suddenly find yourself pushed against a tree, Aanon’s member pushing hard against you now.
>You let out a giant sigh of pleasure, at the same time feeling him twitch against you. He starts to rub against your sides again, which drive you crazy on the inside.
>You don’t remember taking your shirt off, but it was off, and so was Aanon’s.
>Your vision gets even blurrier when he carefully unhooks your bra while deeply kissing you..
>Maybe it would be easier if you closed your eyes..
>You feel your brain start to slow down when he softly rubs your breasts with long, even strokes, making you yelp quietly.
>You break the kiss as you tilt your head towards his shoulder hoping that..





Pinkie? ..Pinkie?
>You nudge her shoulder, but she offers no response. You start to get a little worried until you hear her sigh.
>You suddenly feel her legs go limp in your hands, and you sigh.
>Dammit Pinkie..
>You readjust Pinkie’s position so that you could carry her again while walking, Pinkie burying her face in your exposed chest.
>You make sure to grab yours and Pinkie’s clothes while you continue walking.
>You couldn’t help but stare at Pinkie’s naked chest while you kept walking through the shallow snow. Her breasts were huge for her frame, and your stiff length would not let you look away from her.
The bottom of her ass was repeatedly bouncing up and down on you member with each step you took, making it twitch crazily the more you dragged on.
>You looked at Pinkamena again, and brush the hair out of her face, a few snowflakes stuck in her eyelashes.
>She was getting worse the more she didn’t have sugar, but there was really nothing you could do.
>You only had so many leaves..
>Pinkie looked so cute when she was in your arms, her hair just flowed right down to her lower back. Her curl bounced up and down with each step you took, and you feel her calm breathing as you strut through the snow.
>You are able to make you way though plenty of hills and valleys by yourself, but you feel your energy start to leave you.

>Soon, you need to rest, and sit with your back against a tree, cradling Pinkie in your arms.
>You turn her so that she was lying on top of you again, and you feel her grip your torso.
>Playing with her curl was very entertaining for some reason, and you waste plenty of time bouncing it up and down with your fingers.
>You couldn’t believe that you used to do such things to innocent people like her.
>It’s not that you wanted to; it was your job, and you had no other choice or you would be terminated.
>Seeing someone who lost so much sleeping in your arms..
>People that you worked for did this to her.. She was probably really happy there..
>Pinkie said that she wasn’t always like this. Quite the opposite actually..
>You really hope you can see her old self.
>No. You will see her old self. And you will get her home.
>Pinkie keeps sliding down your body due to you being slouched against a tree.
>Her entire body pushes your tip down, and slowly drags on it. You grimace through the insane amounts of pleasure you were feeling until Pinkie’s breasts stop her. Your length was now resting directly in between them, and you let out a grunt uncontrollably.
>Pinkie cutely lets out a giant gasp right after you, making you twitch between her.
>This was going to be hard to explain to her, but you honestly don’t think she was going to mind.
>You can feel her heartbeat gently pulsing around it, her soft pink hair flowing all around the lower half of your body, sending cool, soft sensations on your stomach.
>Your member wasn’t going to settle until Pinkie woke up.
>She looked so beautiful, her hips slowly swaying between your legs. You start combing through Pinkie’s hair with your hands again, silently wishing that this moment would last forever.





>It was strange really.
>You hated humans. HATED them.
>There wasn’t one time that they did anything nice for you.
>It only got worse the more time you spent there, going from simple reflex experiments to full body torture devices.
>You never thought that you could get so sick of the color white so quickly, but it was everywhere you looked.
>You wanted to see any other color.
>Just any color..
>Even red.

>You would have never thought any one of them was capable of kindness.
>It surprised you feeling that warmness of a kind action.
>Never would you have suspected it came from one of them.



>Exhausted.
>Even though you slept for what felt like forever, you were still exhausted.
>You feel a pressure being exerted between your breasts, lightly pushing against you.
>Memories flood back to you on the experiments immediately and you automatically snap your eyes open.
>You see that he was still sleeping, slouched against a tree. You look down.
>As soon as you realized what was between your breasts, you gasp.
>You feel your skin become a whole lot more sensitive, and let out a slow moan.
>The ground was completely wet, leaving you soaked to the bone. He was warming you though, his lower body pressed against your upper body. You take the time to push tightly against him a couple of times before thirst makes you get to your feet and walk to the stream.
>You didn’t feel like eating snow, and punching through the ice was fun.
>It was getting thicker now, but you had little difficulty getting through it.
>It was probably the best tasting water you have ever drank, and you never even thought water had a taste.
>You feel the need to dip your legs in, and you quickly knife open a triangle shaped hole, your blades always being razor sharp.
>They could cut through almost anything. Even bone.
>You haven’t had the taste of blood in a while now, but maybe that was a good thing.
>It still didn’t mean you didn’t drool a little every time you heard his heart pulsing. All of that blood..
>There was no way you would ever hurt him.
>At least not that much.
>You crawl back to him, and take the time to put your bra and shirt on.
>You weren’t sure how much longer you could take..





>You are gently nudged awake by Pinkie.
Uhhh… I’m awake.. I’m- AUAHHG! Pinkie!
Pinkie: Sorry! I’m just.. I’m sorry…
>Strange that you have to comfort her for stabbing you in the arm.
>Pinkie still sucked your arm dry.
>You lift Pinkie up with you, and start to walk again.
>The good thing was that you could see the edge of where the snow stops, and where the stream really starts to widen into an enormous river. Trekking through the snow wasn’t  so difficult with Pinkie walking on her own.
Pinkie?
Pinkie: Yes?
Why is your middle name Diane?
>Pinkie takes a moment to flick a snowflake off of her shoulder.
Pinkie: Oh, my Auntie was named Diane! My parents really admired how much of a hard worker she was, and she visited a lot. My parents just thought that was a great middle name!


>There was so much you didn’t know about Pinkie, and so much Pinkie didn’t know about you.
>You both took the time to tell each other stories about your lives, making the walk through the snow much easier.
>Pinkie actually came from a rock farming business that her dad owned, and she would spend most of her day working there. It was really hard to see Pinkie working at something like that, but she said that she soon moved into a new town, and had a happy job as a baker at a local pastry shop.
Pinkie: I wonder what Mr. and Mrs. Cake are thinking about right now.. I wonder what all my friends are doing..
>She puts her head down, and puts it on your shoulder.
They are probably worried sick about you Pinkie. You seem to have good friends.
Pinkie: Thanks Aanon.