Loving Pinkamena: Part 2

>Flashing lights.
>You see flashing lights.
>You’re cold, really cold.
>And  then she came.
>A pink light envelopes you.
>Everything stops, and you feel much warmer.
>You never had a warm feeling in a long, long time.
>The flashing lights stopped, and all you see is pink.
>You wish all you saw was pink. Pink was really calming to you.

>The smell of fresh cotton candy dwells in your nostrils.
>You snap open your eyes.
>You were right, all you saw was pink. Pinkie’s hair had fallen on your face.
>You feel her hair. One of the strangest things about Pinkie was her hair. It was nice and completely straight no matter what happened to it. It also felt like it was made out of the finest silk, incredibly soft to the touch, smelling of cotton candy and sugar. You could lay there all day with her head on your chest, stroking her soft hair as she sleeps.
>You had to get up though, your muscles screamed for exercise.
>You gently shake Pinkie, trying to wake her up. She mumbles something unintelligible, and shakes you off. It was extremely cute, but you needed her awake.
>You try again, and this time, she slowly opens her eyes.
>Her eyes, still half closed, register your face and Pinkie smiles.
Pinkie: Good morning Aanon…
>Pinkie was looking at you with her gorgeous blue eyes. She leans up closer to you, and practically begs for a kiss. You gladly give it to her.
>Her mouth tasted like candy and.. blood.
>You break the kiss, looking at Pinkie and you in full detail.
>You and Pinkie were covered in blood. A lot of blood.
>Amazingly, Pinkie had blood everywhere except her face and hair. Somehow, she didn’t have one drop on her, even when she had been sleeping on your blood-soaked shirt.
>Wait a minute.
>You still had a knife in your arm. You had never taken it out when Pinkie stabbed you a second time.
Uhh, Pinkie? Could you help me a little..?
>She looks at the knife, and back at you, widening her eyes.
Pinkie: Oh, sorry Aanon..
>She grabs the knife, and pulled it out.
>You try to keep it together as you feel the metal exit your skin. Slow, agonizing pain begins to envelope you as the knife slowly leaves you. It had been buried in there for some time, almost as if it didn’t want to leave anymore. Blood begins to flow freely from the wound now, but Pinkie gratefully licks it up, sealing your cut, and stopping the bleeding.
>You plead for her to do the same to your other cut, and she obliges. You feel a little better knowing that if Pinkie hurts you, at least she could fix it right away.
Pinkie?
Pinkie: Yeah Aanon?
..Where are we?
>You feel the soft grass beneath the two of you, and you get to your feet, helping Pinkie up.
>You could see the grass extend for miles, and countless trees.
>The strangest thing wasn’t that, it was the sky.
>There wasn’t one.
>What should have been a clear blue sky, full of clouds, a sun, and maybe even some birds was just.. white. The sky was completely, utterly white, with no visible sun or moon.
>The strange thing was that you could still see everything clearly, as if it were daytime.
>Pinkie grips your arm.
Pinkie: Aanon, what’s wrong?
>You take a minute to take in the surroundings.
I.. don’t know Pinkie.
>You look back to her.
Pinkie.. what exactly does eating sugar do to you?
>Pinkie uncomfortably shuffles her feet.
Pinkie: Well.. it was how I got there. At that.. place.. I always had a.. gift for doing it.
So, where are we now?
>Pinkie desperately looks up at you with sad eyes.
Pinkie: We.. we were supposed to be back at where I was from but.. it didn’t work.
But then..
>Where were you then?
Pinkie: I mean, this place looks kinda familiar, but.. there were always a lot more trees, a nice sky with clouds, and animals were everywhere..
>There was no sky, the trees were spaced at strange distances apart, and there was complete silence.
Pinkie: What are we going to do Aanon?
>You had no idea.
Well.. we can’t just stand here. Maybe we are just a little ways from your town?
Pinkie: Umm.. yeah. That could be it..
>You had no idea which way was north. With no sun as a natural compass and no other knowledge of telling direction, you decide to pick a promising direction, and you and Pinkie start walking into the unknown.
>There were zero sounds except for yours and Pinkie’s feet hitting the soft grass.
>The temperature was slightly colder than in the room you two were in, but not significantly.
>Caked in blood, sweat, and tears, you could really start to smell yourself.
>Strangely, your shirt wasn’t any cleaner  than it was a while ago.
>The fabric they gave you had to of been advanced in some way, but for some reason it wasn’t working.
>The cuffs around your wrists were starting to hurt again.
Pinkie?
Pinkie: Hmm?
You don’t happen to have that key, do you?
>Pinkie lightens up her eyes, and reaches down her shirt. You watch as she fumbles for something, and pulls out the same key that your last cuffs were used on.
>She hands it over to you, and you insert the warm key, praying that all of them were identical, or even that they were the same cuffs you had worn earlier.
>You heard an audible click, and they spring open once more, freeing your wrists.
Thanks Pinkie..
>You drop the cuffs, making a clanging noise.
>Wait..
>You look down at the ground. There was no way it had hit grass.
>You were right. But what you saw disturbed you even more.
>There were patches of.. white where the grass should fully be covering the ground.
>In fact, the more you noticed it, the more patches that you could see.
>You kneel down, and tap on the white spot. It clanged like it was made out of metal.
Pinkie: Aanon, what are you-
>She gasps when she sees it too, and gets on her knees.
>Pinkie puts her hand on the white spots, feeling it.
>She looked extremely worried.
Pinkie, do.. do you know what this is?
>She shoots her eyes to you, showing you the truth.
Pinkie: I think so..
Pinkie.. where are we?
>She leans her body on you, and you put your arms around her. Tears fill up the corner of her eyes, her voice shaky.
Pinkie: I.. I knew that something like this might happen..
What? What do you mean?
>Pinkie rests her head on your shoulder, a few tears escaping her eyes.
Pinkie: .. remember when we first kissed?
Yes, of course.
Pinkie: And my hair.. it sort of-
Yeah..
Pinkie: Well, I was always like that before I got there, and now I think that.. it might have done something to my talent..
>She buries her face in your chest, and you feel a few tears go through your shirt.
Pinkie: I’m.. I’m sorry Aanon..
It’s not your fault Pinkie, really..
>You hold her face in your hands.
We’ll get out of this. Pinkie Promise.
Pinkie: *sniff* You always know what to say Aanon.
>You help Pinkie up, and you make sure to grab the cuffs. You never knew if they would come in handy or not. You loop one of the cuffs around a belt loop in your pants, and lock it in place, putting the key in your pocket.
>That’s when you hear something.
>You motion Pinkie to stay quiet, and listen for it again.
>Yes. It had to be.
>You go in the direction of the sound, and soon, Pinkie could hear it too.
Pinkie: Is that..?
>Yep. Running water.
>As you get closer and closer to the sound, you realize that you two really needed to clean up.
>For some reason, your shirt wasn’t absorbing anything anymore.
>Pinkie was even worse. Since she had actually.. disposed of the guards, she was completely covered in blood. She was wearing short-shorts and a t-shirt which cut from her chest down too, which made all of her legs and midsection completely slick with the stuff.
>You were even a little worried that she herself was bleeding, but quickly disposed of the idea.
>Finally, you reach the sound of water. Sure enough, you see a nice little stream jutting out into the trees.
>You kneel down, and wash your hands off first, then take a handful of water to your mouth.
>You hadn’t realized how thirsty you were until right then.
>Pinkie joins as you two drink from the stream.
>The water even looked a little strange. Never in your life have you seen such a clear stream. It was completely, crystal clear, no rocks, no mud, no nothing.
>You look at you and Pinkie again. Compared to the stream, you might as well be piles of garbage on the street.
Pinkie?
Pinkie: Yes?
We need to wash this blood off.
Pinkie: We do?
>She didn’t look like she really wanted to, which just creeped you out a little.
Pinkie.. we can’t  have other people’s blood on us..
Pinkie: Why not?
Because.. because it isn’t clean.
>She just crosses her arms.
Pinkie: No. I’m fine this way.
Pinkie..
>She just crosses her arms, and turns away from you.
Alright then, suit yourself.
Pinkie: ..what?
I’m not going to force you Pinkie, I just don’t want you to be cold tonight.
>At least you think it can get night here. There weren’t any lights, and yet it was bright as day, so could it work the other way around?
Pinkie: I’ll be fine.
Okay then, but I still have to wash off, so could you, you know..
>Pinkie tries to figure out what you mean, then blushes violently.
Pinkie: Oh um, okay Aanon. I’ll wait over there.
>Pinkie walks away at a quick pace, hand over her mouth, and walks out of view.
>You wait till you were absolutely sure she was out of site, then you get up.
>Having Pinkie watching you.. It would just complicate things.
>You take off your shoes, socks, pants, and shirt with no problem, and set them near the edge of the stream.
>You take one last look around, and slowly start taking off your boxers.
>Why weren’t they working anymore? Then again, you never really got them this dirty before.
>You dip a toe in the stream. It wasn’t so cold actually, but you still had to wean yourself in, until you finally had your  feet hitting the bottom. It had nice and mushy mud on the bottom, but you could even still fill patches of metal hitting your feet.
>The water washed all of the blood, sweat, and other bodily fluids down the current. It was a shame to see the stream get dirty, but you really needed to get clean. You immersed your head in the water, and did your best to bathe yourself.
>Finally, you take your clothes and, one by one, you begin to immerse them in the stream as well, trying your best to get the blood off.
>When you were done, your clothes were back to their white state once again.
>Strange, you would’ve thought it would turn pink. Wouldn’t that be a riot.
>You put your boxers back on, and your pants. You just leave your shirt, shoes and socks to dry on a rather large boulder.
>You’re pretty sure water would still evaporate, right?
>You sure hoped so. It would really suck to have to wait a couple days for the water to work its way out.
>Now, where did Pinkie go?
Pinkie? Pinkieee!
>In just seconds, Pinkie emerges from behind a group of trees.
Pinkie: Are you done now?
>Pinkie’s cheeks were pretty red, matching the rest of her body. Did she..
Pinkie, you weren’t peeking, were you?
>The question threw Pinkie off. She was busy admiring your chest again, and her face got red, her eyes widening.
Pinkie: Wwhat?! Of course not!
Okay Pinkie, I believe you.
Pinkie: Good.
>She avoids looking into your eyes as she walks up to you. Just as she was about to touch you, you step back.
Pinkie: What?
You’re covered in blood.
Pinkie: ..so?
I just took a bath, and I can’t just get bloody again. That was the purpose.
Pinkie: But-
>You wring out your shirt, and put it over your shoulder.
Sorry Pinkie, but if you don’t want that blood washed off, then I can’t help you there.
>Pinkie crosses her arms, glaring at you.
Pinkie: But, that isn’t fair!
How is that not fair? I just don’t want to get blood all over me again.
Pinkie: But some of this is your blood!
Why does that matter? Please Pinkie, just wash it off.
Pinkie: No! You can’t make me!
You’re absolutely right, but you’re not touching me until it is washed off.
>She wouldn’t last the night, and you knew it.
>You also knew that you would cave in if you started seeing her shiver at night, but you just hoped that she took the bait.
Pinkie: …
Please Pinkie?
>She lets out a sigh of defeat.
Pinkie: Ok Aanon.. but only if you promise to not look..
>Now that took you by surprise.
>Is that what this was about?
I Pinkie Promise.
>Pinkie beams at you, and you trek in the opposite direction, not even daring to look back.




>You are Pinkie, covered neck down in blood.
>Why did you have to wash it off?
>You didn’t want to have to take your clothes off, especially if someone could catch you.
>You wait until Aanon was at least out of sight, and waited a while longer, then you started undressing.
>You took your shoes and socks of first. It had been a while, and when your toes hit the soft grass, it tickled a lot more than it should have.
>You let out a loud gasp, clasping your mouth shut with your hand.
>What would Aanon think you’re doing?
>You spend a little bit just moving your feet across the grass, getting used to the tickling sensation.
>You couldn’t waste any more time. What if Aanon thought you were done already?
>You take a look back to where he disappeared to, and then slowly took off your shirt.
>Aanon was right though. Every little breeze gave you goose bumps due to so much wet skin being exposed.
>You take off your shorts, leaving you in only your underwear.
>Aanon wouldn’t.. peek would he?
>Of course he wouldn’t..
>You reach behind your back, unclipping your bra, also drenched in blood, but freeze.
>What if he was watching you? He could be just behind that tree..
>No. You trust Aanon more than that. He wouldn’t dare, unless he wanted to be stabbed again.
>You take off the bra, your breasts exposed, and take off your underwear.
>But what if Aanon was watching right now?
>You blush at the thought.
>Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad-
>Focus Pinkie.
>You quickly get in the water. It was nice and not too cold. Just perfect.
>As the blood washes away, you think of Aanon.
>You saw him.
>You couldn’t help yourself. You had hid behind some trees.
>It felt like.. like part of you just really wanted to stay and be with him.
>You peeked. Just a little though.
>You felt guilt rise up. Aanon trusted you not to look, and you did anyways.
>You never wanted to disappoint Aanon..
>The water came up to your waist while standing, but the stream was definitely wide enough for you to sit on the bottom, coming up to your neck.
>When everything was washed off, you grab your clothes from the edge, and wash them as best as you could.
>Sneaky Aanon. He knew that you couldn’t sleep without him by your side. Every time you woke up, you were hugging him, and he was hugging you.
>You never wanted to miss a night.
>Your clothes wouldn’t dry in time. What did Aanon do?
>Oh..
>He had walked past you, bare chested.
>You just wanted to feel him.. he wouldn’t let you though.
>You put your underwear and shorts on, along with your bra.
>What should you do? You couldn’t just go around Aanon with your top off.
>..
>You put your shirt back on. It really did feel good to be clean again.
>It was a shame all that blood had to go to waste. Especially Aanons.
>He didn’t notice, but everytime he turned away, you would wipe your finger across where you were sure his blood was on you, and just licked it.
>His blood tasted much better than the others.. sweeter, more rich and livelier.
>You were practically drooling now.
>Maybe you could ask for a little drop of-
>No, you couldn’t do that.
>You put your shoes and socks right by Aanon’s.
Aanon? Aanoonnn!
>No response.
>Worry strikes you.
>Where was he?
Aaaanonnnn!
>Panic starts to set in.
>Where is he?!  What if he couldn’t find his way back to the-
>Finally, you see him in the distance
>Relief rushes through you. You start walking to him at a fast pace.
Pinkie, did you clean up nicely?
>He still had his shirt off, the water dripping off of his muscles..
>You run the last 5 feet, and tackle him.
Whoa! Pinkie, you okay?
>So much of his skin was touching yours, driving you nuts.
>He  puts his arms around you, and pulls you  in tighter.
You okay Pinkie?
Pinkie: Never been better..


>Pinkie sure does run fast.
>She practically sprinted the last couple of feet.
>You didn’t expect her to tackle you, and almost lost your footing, your shirt falling to the ground.
>Pinkie’s entire midsection and arms were rubbing against your torso, and it felt like heaven was massaging you in the chest. Pinkie really wanted to hug you.
>Instincts kick in against your will, and you put your hands on Pinkie’s hips.
>You see a shiver run up Pinkie’s spine, and her face reddens.
Pinkie: Aanon, I-
>Pinkie stops, and looks around her. You do the same. It seems that you were right.
>It was getting dimmer and dimmer by the second. Soon, it would probably be pitch black.
>You let go of Pinkie, much to yours and Pinkie’s dismay, and you bring her over to the stream, grabbing your shirt and shoes, and Pinkie’s stuff.
>It was getting darker and darker, and you didn’t want to lose your shoes right now.
>You grab Pinkie and start heading to some rock formations, all of them spotted with huge gaps of white.
>The wind, which was a delicate breeze at first, started to bite into you.
>You just needed some sort of cover from the wind, and you would be fine.
>Luckily for you, you find a nice little alcove to settle in for the night.
>it even came complete with a sand floor, which was odd since there was no sand outside the alcove, but you didn’t mind. It was better than sleeping on a rock floor.
Ok, I think we should spend the night here.
Pinkie: Agreed.
>Pinkie yawns, and lays down in the sand.
>You join her, and rest on your back as usual.
>Pinkie and you start to shiver.
>The temperature wasn’t really that low, but both of you were still wet.
>Pinkie was getting the worst of it since she didn’t have pants or a full shirt on.
>Which reminded you. You still had your shirt off.
>You motion to put it back on, but Pinkie was already resting her head on your chest.
>It was driving you absolutely nuts feeling her silky pink hair on you.
>You pull in the shivering Pinkie as close as you could get her, and put your arms around her.
>She was out like a light in minutes.
>Sure enough, she shifts in her sleep, and her hair whacks you in the face.
>You catch the scent of her hair again, causing you to drool a little.
>You just couldn’t get enough of it, no matter how many times you smelled it.
>Her body heat started to warm up, in turn mixing with the cotton candy scent, and as always, drifting you off to sleep.
>You couldn’t believe that this girl, that meant so much to you now, hated you more than anything just a few weeks ago..
>Why were you even scared of her?
>Pinkie shifts in her sleep, and that’s when you notice something.
>On her belt, she had at least, at least 6 different sets of knives, each hidden very well, but noticeable.
>Oh. Right.
>You smile at the peacefully sleeping Pinkie.
>You never wanted to.. lose her again.
>You were going to find a way out of this place..
>Pinkie: Mmmhhh.. Aanon..
>Pinkie grips you tighter, and reflexes once again have you put your hands on her hips.
>Pinkie gasps in her sleep, but doesn’t wake up.
>You just couldn’t help yourself now. You liked feeling the way her hips moved, the way she walked..
>Pinkie was like a natural sleeping pill for you, because you were now fully fighting consciousness.
>You keep your hands where they were, and peacefully drift off to sleep, holding someone you never wanted to say goodbye to.