Loving Pinkamena: Part 5

>Now you remember why you didn’t like those pills..
>Every morning when you woke up always left you dead tired.
>You snap open your eyes, trying to adjust to the light.
>Pinkie was still on top of you, her breathing synchronized with yours. Her breasts were still pushed up against you, and you wake up with your length poking Pinkie again.
>You could feel a whole lot more of Pinkie now, your underwear being a poor boundary between your skins.
>You feel yourself almost slide in, somehow being lined up perfectly. You readjust yourself, and Pinkie gasps, still asleep.
>Her ass was almost completely exposed now, and you could see the tattoo she had very clearly now.
>There was two actually; one on each side of her hindquarters, exactly the same.
>They were both of three balloons, one yellow and two blue, right on each side of her rump.
>You put your hands on them, feeling them. It felt just like her skin, no difference in texture at all.
>Pinkie’s butt was fun to play with. It was firm, but also a little doughy. Perfect for grabbing.
>Every time you would shift your hands when feeling them would elicit a yelp from Pinkie.
>Was this why she always gasped when you touched her hips? It must be a really sensitive place for her..
>As an experiment, you poke right in the middle of her tattoo, right between all of the balloons on both sides. Pinkie lets one of her legs kick out, and moans loudly. She opens her eyes almost immediately, yelping.
>She stares at you for a second, and you poke her again.
>Pinkie: MMmaa~ stop that! It’s very sensitive there!
Does it hurt you?
>Pinkie: No, it j- MHmmh~ Stop!
>Pinkie looks at the two of you, and was blushing furiously now, and you stop poking.
>Pinkie: Aanon, what happened last night..
..Pinkie, you were drunk.
>Her face was red with embarrassment, and she looks up to you.
>Pinkie: ..Did.. did we..
No. But you did stab me in the back. Literally..
>You sit up, and show her the new scar you got. Pinkie apologizes again, and you put on your clothes, eating a pill as you go. Pinkie reluctantly does the same, and you both take a moment to drink from the stream.
>Was it just you, or was the stream getting dirtier? It could be the fact that you have been bathing and drinking from it, but you weren’t so sure.
>You help Pinkie up, and you two start trekking by the stream again.
>You know that you two have gotten pretty far now. There had to be something else in this place, anything else..
>You both keep telling yourselves that you just needed to keep walking, and you knew that you would find something.
>Pinkie started to drag on you again, shaking slightly. You really wished you had sugar to give her, it was hurting you a little to watch Pinkie shiver.
Why don’t you just eat more of those leaves?
>Pinkie: Well, I would.. but I don’t want to do something that would hurt you again..
>The leaves were everywhere you went now. Every ten or so minutes, you would pass another Alcane plant, and Pinkie would make sure to strip some of the leaves off of them, but not eating any.
>You could almost see the energy leaving Pinkies body as you both kept walking. She was starting to drag her feet again, and held on to you more.
>Soon, Pinkie was letting you drag her again.
Pinkie, please just eat some of them..
>Pinkie: B-but..
>She was blushing again, remembering the last time.
>She was refusing to eat even one, but she soon collapsed. It was hurting you to watch her like this, but you couldn’t get her to take one. You sigh, and you put your arms under Pinkie, and you pick her up.
>She didn’t even flinch anymore as she was carried off of the ground.
>You wouldn’t be able to do this for long, but for now, Pinkie buried her face in your shoulder as you kept walking.
>And walking.
>And walking…
>Energy was being sapped from you now, and Pinkie was dead asleep again, her arms around your shoulder.
>You gently nudge her awake again, slightly startling Pinkie.
Pinkie, please.. I’ll be fine.
>You offer her a leaf again, which she sighs to, and finally takes, chewing it.
>As soon as she got the taste, she was eating them like no tomorrow.
>When she was content again, she let out a tiny burp, and sighed.
>She jumps out of your arms, and starts walking like nothing had happened.
>Pinkie: Ooh, Aanon! Let’s play a game!
..Okay. Like what?
>She jumps in the stream, now widened to a whopping 20 feet or so, and dives under.
>The more you walked downstream, the wider and deeper the stream had gotten. It was at least 15 feet deep now, Pinkie swimming down to touch the bottom. You could see everything Pinkie did, and she waves back at you, smiling.
>You hesitate for a minute, but soon you jump in too.
>Swimming really felt weird with shoes on. You kick your feet to stay afloat, the nice cool water feeling pretty good on your tired body.
>Pinkie pops up right in front of you, bringing you in for a deep kiss. You gladly accept it, and you pinch where her tattoo was. She lets out a seductive yelp, and stares at you with lust in her eyes.
>Pinkie: *mmf* You be careful with that Aanon, or I’ll cut you.
>You knew she was being serious, and you be gentler with that area. Pinkie starts to moan again. Soon, she shakes her head, and points to a faraway tree right next to the bank of the river.
>Pinkie: do you see *mhmmmh* that tree?
Yeah..
>Pinkie: First one to it wins.
>Pinkie starts to kick towards it, surprising you at how fast of a swimmer she was. You just laugh, and start to stroke yourself.
>The current of the river was really helping in pushing the both of you towards your goal. You were a very good swimmer yourself, and soon you were catching up to Pinkamena.
>She notices this, and tries to speed up, but couldn’t go any faster. You pull ahead a little further, and you get very close to the tree.
>However, Pinkie was able to grab your leg, and pulls on you, stopping you and pulling her ahead.
>You didn’t mind second anyways.
>Pinkie claps her hands in enjoyment, and you let out a nice long laugh at how much she was enjoying it. It made you happy seeing her happy.
>Pinkie: I win! That means you have to do what I say!
>When was that part of the rules? What rules?
Uhh.. okay Pinkie, what do you want.
>Pinkie confronts you with her beautiful blue eyes, and throws herself at you, kissing you deeply. You feel her candy tongue taking you over, and you fight back. Pinkie breaks it with a gasp.
>She giggles at you, staring at you deeply with her blue eyes, a lustful look in them.
>Pinkie practically throws you out of the water trying to get on top of you. You land on your back, and she keeps kissing you. She tries taking your shirt off, and you start to feel your length sticking out again.
Pinkie, wait.. Maybe.. we *kiss* shouldn’t..
>You weren’t sure whether you wanted to stop her or not. Was Pinkie doing this because of the alcohol?
>She hiccups in your mouth, and giggles. She giggles even more as your length strokes her hips, and begins to slide her body down, back into the water. She giggles when she feels you stroking the rest of her body.
>You stop Pinkie however before she has a chance to do anything. It wasn’t right to do this when she was drunk.
Pinkie.. I don’t think I can.
>Pinkie: Oh, come on Nonny, I’ll be *hic* gentle..
>Pinkie begins to trail her hand down into your pants, but you grab her wrist.
Pinkie, you’re drunk.
Pinkie: Am *hic* not.
>She continues to try and sneak her hand into your pants, and you roll her over to get her to stop.
>Pinkie was underneath you now, and she gives you a look that says to keep going.
>You ignore her and get up, picking Pinkie up in your arms, making her pout.
>Pinkie: I’m perfectly fine Aanon, really!
>Pinkie keeps trying to put her hand down your pants, and you have to keep an eye on her.
>Pinkie gives you deep, pleading kisses as you keep walking, also trying to grab you when she thought you were distracted.
Pinkie..
>It goes on for around an hour before she finally gives up, or because she started to come out of it.
>Either way, she was beginning to blush something fierce when she came to her senses.
>Pinkie: ..I’m sorry Aanon..
>you give her a kiss.
It’s okay Pinkie..
>You let Pinkie down, and she fills herself up on grass again, chewing slowly.
>She looks down at the ground with sad eyes, absentmindedly chewing.
>She was disappointed, or at least sad about something.
What’s the matter Pinkie? I told you, it’s alright..
>She lets out a sniff, and looks at you, tears in her eyes.
>You drop your face to a frown, and put your arms around her.
Pinkie, what’s wrong?
>Pinkie: Aanon *snf*, do you think.. I’m pretty?
>That struck you by surprise. So much that you just had to laugh, making Pinkie get angry and flustered.
>Pinkie: *scoff* what’s so funny, huh?!
Pinkie, you’re a beautiful girl.
>You pull her in closer, and she just looks away.
>Pinkie: You’re just saying that..
No, really Pinkie-
>Pinkie: I don’t believe you.
Okay then, want me to explain why?
>Pinkie: *snf* What do you mean?
Okay.. First, you have a beautiful face. You have amazing, clear blue eyes.
>You lift her chin up, and you look into her eyes.
You have amazing, silky smooth hair, and the cutest laugh I’ve ever heard.
>This causes Pinkie to giggle, and you smile again.
>Pinkie: Go on..
>Really?
>You place your hands on Pinkie’s hips, and she sighs.
I like watching the way you walk, the way your hips move. It drives me nuts every time I get to feel them.
>Pinkie blushes at this, but something was still bothering her.
>Pinkie: But.. why won’t you..
>You rub up and down her sides, and she begins to elicit little gasps and coos.
I didn’t want it to be just because you were drunk Pinkie. I want you to do it because YOU want to, not because of alcohol.
>Pinkie starts gasping louder as you rub a little more tenderly around her breasts.
>Pinkie: Well, I *gasp* Mmmm~..
>You stop rubbing.
What?
>She blushes, and looks away from you.
Pinkie: ..I’m sorry Aanon..
>You kiss Pinkie’s neck, making her let out a loud moan.
It’s okay Pinkie.
>You bring yourself against the giant tree, resting your back against the trunk. Pinkie sits between your legs, resting her head on your chest. You play with Pinkie’s hair some more as she takes a nap.
>For some reason, it was impossible to braid. Every time you even tried, it would just slip from your fingers, and untangle itself. Every time you did get a braid or two in, as soon as you let go, it would unravel itself, going back to normal.  You go back to running your fingers through her hair as Pinkie gently snoozes away. You watch as she twitches her leg when you start stroking a little more tenderly. It was really cute.
>When you decided to wake her up, you rubbed your hands against her sides very gently, triggering coos from Pinkie. She wakes up after you started to tickle her. She woke up with a yelp when you started on her ribs.
Pinkie: Eehaha! Stop it that tickles!
>You stop yourself when Pinkie puts a hand on her belt.
>Every time you touched Pinkie now, she giggled, jolting sometimes. It showed you just how sensitive her skin can be.
Pinkie: Mmah~! Stop it Aanon!
>You pull her in close to you, and you help her off the damp grass.
>When you and Pinkie were swimming in the stream, you had also washed most of the dirt and blood off of you, making you feel nice and clean. Sort of.
>The guards would never have a spec of dirt on them. No wrinkles or anything.
>Then again, no guard has ever become a prisoner before..
>Pinkie closes her eyes, and rests her head on your shoulder.
>You of course were different from the guards right at the start. Everyone saw that the first day you had went in. You questioned every method and reason the guards had for performing such horrific actions on some of the subjects, and they started questioning you.
>It wasn’t long until you were on thin ice.
>And then that day came..
>You shake your head as you start to plow through the powdery white snow, trying to forget-
>Wait..
>You pause for a second.
>There was snow on the ground.
>Cold begins to nip at your ankles, and you widen your eyes when you look ahead of you.
>It was getting rocky now, the river flowing opposite of you.
>..How is that even possible?
>The river is flowing the opposite way now..
>You look into the endless void of the barren snow wasteland, and collapse to your knees, forgetting that Pinkie was half asleep, hanging on your shoulder.
>She falls off of you, and falls face first into the snow.
>Pinkie: PLETTHH! What-!?
>Pinkie jolts up, looking around her.
Pinkie: What is this stuff?
>She picks up some of the snow, and starts playing with it.
Don’t you have snow?
Pinkie: This isn’t snow. Snow is cold..
>Confused, you pick up some of it with your hands.
>She was right, this wasn’t cold at all. You put some of it in your mouth, and it instantly turns into water, warm water.
>It was the strangest thing you have ever experienced.
Warm snow? But how is that even..
>You look back at Pinkie, who was having fun making snow angels everywhere, laughing while she was doing.
Pinkie: Heehaha! This is fun!
>You collapse into the snow, being roughly a foot deep. It was going to be a little slower for you two to walk now..
>What was the point of walking though? This place seemed endless..
>You hear Pinkie’s laughter get closer and closer to you. Before you know it, she was on top of you, and kissing you frantically.
Whoa *smk* Pinkie! *smk* you okay?!
>She laughs while she gets on her knees, putting you two in a suggesting position.
Pinkie: I just really love snow is all! Don’t you love snow?
Well yeah, just not as much as you.
>Pinkie lies on top of you again, a huge smile across her face, showing why you kept pushing to find an exit to this place.
>She looked so beautiful, her flowing hair hanging down onto your face, her eyes gleaming at you.
Pinkie.. I love you.
>You didn’t plan on saying it; it just came out of you. It felt like you had to say it at that moment.
>Pinkie tears up a little, and starts to kiss all over your face, pushing her body into yours.
Pinkie: I *smk* love *smk* you *smk* too!
>When she finally lets you breathe, Pinkie sighs, and closes her eyes.
>That’s when you notice something with Pinkie’s hair.
>Just like when you were back in that room, it started retracting, curling up.
>You stare in amazement as Pinkie’s hair curls all by itself, Pinkie’s smile becoming wider and wider, her skin seeming to get a little brighter.
>Suddenly, you see Pinkie’s smile drop, and you see a small tear in the corner of her eye.
>Her hair suddenly starts to shake as if under stress, and collapses again into a straight hairdo once more.
>You frown instantly. Something wasn’t right.
>You hold Pinkie as she suddenly starts to cry, tears starting to soak into your shirt.
It’s okay Pinkie..
Pinkie: *snf* Aanon?
Yes?
Pinkie: Why have you helped me so much? Why did you *snf* care so much about me when we met?
I told you Pinkie, it’s just that you reminded me of myself. I just wanted to help someone that has been treated cruelly.
Pinkie: D-did you only help me *snf* so you could get out of that room?
>You pause, surprised.
Honestly? I didn’t even think about that Pinkie. I didn’t care at that point. I didn’t care if I never got to see daylight again.
Pinkie: What? Why?
Because, I’ve been living like that FAR before I met you Pinkie.
>Pinkie drops her eyes away from you, and you hold her face in your hands, making her look at you again.
I wanted to help YOU Pinkie, to get YOU out of there. I didn’t want you to spend any more time in that place.
Pinkie: ..Aanon?
Yes?
Pinkie: ..Do you think we’ll get out of here?
Of course I do.
Pinkie: ..Why can’t I be happy Aanon?
>Pinkie was tearing up again, but you hug her tightly.
Don’t say that Pinkie.. I promise to make you happy. Pinkie Promise.
>Pinkie kisses you, and looks down at you with watery, happy eyes.
>That’s when you notice that Pinkie’s hair didn’t go all the way back to normal. A small strand of her hair stayed curled, on top of her right cheek. You pinch it with your fingers at the top, and slide your fingers down, straightening it.
>As soon as you let go of it however, it just bounces right back up as if untouched.
>Pinkie notices it and smiles, twirling it with her fingers.
>You notice the sky starting to darken, and decide that it was best to try and sleep. You were pretty tired after all.
>Pinkie seemed to have some newfound energy now, but gladly settled in your arms if you promised to rock her to sleep.
>You oblige, and sway back and forth for Pinkamena.
>She sighs as you place your hands on her hips, and ever so gently rub her sensitive zone. She lets out comforting coos and sighs when you stop.
Pinkie?
Pinkie: Hmmmm~?
Where did you get the tattoos anyway?
>You could hear the heavy sleep coming from her voice.
Pinkie: *yawn* It’s called a.. cutie mark…
>You hear her gently snoozing now. You sway a little longer just to make sure.
>The curl from Pinkie’s hair was on your face now. It felt just as smooth as the rest of her hair, a little messier though. You start playing with the curl which always snapped back to place whatever you did.
Pinkie: ..mhmmm. lov.. u…
>You put your arms around Pinkie
I love you too..