//------------------------------// // Chapter 2 // Story: Pinkie's Tense Boredom // by BluesyTreble //------------------------------// And so sat Sunset outside class, and endured Pinkie's endless ranting ranging from the pros and cons of plastic confetti and whether she should've brought out her fizzy candy to throw in peoples' drinks. She did not mind though, for Pinkie proved adorable whilst ranting, her pink candy-floss hair bobbing with her head movement, and all the while locking Sunset's own aqua eyes in her bright, perky baby blue ones. She looked up as the classroom door opened, and out streamed their classmates, a crescendo of gossip and general banter bubbling up. "SUNSET!" She jumped as Pinkie plucked her elbow and ran, "LUNCH!" Scrambling to her feet, she stumbled along as Pinkie half-dragged her to the cafeteria. "We gotta get a table before they're all taken!" Pinkie screeched, a baseless, random sense of urgency evident across her pink features. "WAIT UP, Y'ALL!" A flustered Applejack adjusted her stetson while running after them, with Rainbow Dash in tow. "Heavens! I boo-boo'ed during the practical!" Wailed a most distressed Rarity, as she brought the back of her hand to her forehead. Usually Rarity's prowess with needle and thread was unmatched, so any slip-ups she had usually went unnoticed. Still, it still was a source of great stress and regret for the fashionista, earning a startled squeak as she swooned into a surprised Fluttershy's lap. "Um... It's okay Rarity, there's s-still the mid-terms..." "I'M CERTAINLY GOING TO FAIL THIS TIIIIIIIMMMMMEEEEE!" Sobbed Rarity into her lap. Fluttershy was far too kind to facepalm, but did not know how better to comfort her friend, so she just leant forward and spooned more salad into her mouth. "Um... W-would you like some?" A tearful Rarity turned and accepted a spoonful of salad, head still on- An almightily shrill but still strangely elegant scream split the hubbub of the cafeteria, the blood-curdling, larynx-shredding primal sound lancing its way through the hearts of even the most stalwart and sturdy of jocks. "PINKIE!" A Raspy Rarity Rasped, placing an expertly self-manicured hand over her decently voluptuous chest in shock. Apparently Pinkie had somehow swapped places with Fluttershy, much to her own amusement. "I thought you wouldn't notice!" Pinkie giggled. "Oh, nonsense, your thighs just feel different." A dismissive wave, and then a blush as the admission slipped, silencing the rest of the gang as they began to stare. "...And how would you know?" The look the Rarity got from her nearly convinced the fashionista Pinkie was part-siren. Hot blood coursed through her veins as she fought to provide a substantial reply. "T-th-they just feel... M-m-meatier?" She managed to formulate, albeit not at the standard she would've wished it to be. Pinkie froze. "ARE YOU IMPLYING I'M FAT, BUTTOCK-BOSOM??" Pinkie screeched in offense, looming over Rarity. "Ugh! Don't call me that, Thunder Thighs!" Rarity screeched back in a volume unworthy of capitalisation in comparison to Pinkie's. "If I'm Thunder Thighs..." Pinkie pretended to ponder, rubbing her chin as her eyes slowly narrowed. A most convincing act, though her friends knew not to trust the masquerade too much. Rarity squealed as a pink hand shot out and pinched a delightful portion of her perky, adorably snow-white chubby cheeks. "Then you're Butt Cheeks!" Pinkie happily announced. "YOU'VE RUINED MY FOUNDATION PINKIE! YOU-" Rarity got up, clamping her hands upon Pinkie's shoulders. They wrested with each other, the master seamstress gaining an obvious advantage. It seemed as if Rarity would win, but- "NOSE BOOP," Cried Pinkie, pressing on Rarity's snub yet beautifully angled nose. "BOOOOOOP!" The attack threw Rarity off-balance, flailing her arms, she finally fell flat on the bench and Pinkie practically threw herself upon her, complete with hooking her legs across her rear and wrapping her pink arms about her neck. Now Pinkie was on top of Rarity, legs conveniently pinning her arms to her sides. She leant forward, their lips almost touching. Rarity could smell Pinkie's heavy breathing. It smelt of dark chocolate, not the cheap sort you could pick up in some convenience store, but of real dark chocolate, the sort that did not come in bars, but lozenges, the powerful taste and fragrance that reminded her of old love and failed flings with a bittersweet sort of reminiscence, the quality liquor filling nearly a substitute for the sharp tang and warm, flowing passion of a slow kiss down in a mahogany and spruce furnished blues and jazz bar. She could almost hear the subtly twangy caress of a fingerplucked archtop guitar, the bass thrumming fuzzy up through her boots and her near-uncontrollable body as the soft, smooth and warm form leant in and shot a sweet, champagne-fizzy concoction of ecstasy and bliss through her now shivering and we- The next thing Rarity knew, she was beside a panting, sweaty Pinkie in the music room, while her peers loomed over her, blushing yet reprimanding in expression. "Save that fer' the slumber parties, sugarcube." Applejack shook her head as she picked up her bass. She adju- Sunset began to feel cold again. A terrible sound filled the room with its off-tune growl, decaying rapidly as Rainbow Dash killed the volume pot. "Wha-" "A Smooth Criminal, Applejack, that's what!" Pinkie stuck her hands into the pockets of her leather jacket. She withdrew her right hand, tossed something at Rainbow, which the athlete caught. Lowering the brim of her newly-re-acquired stetson, she seemed to slide backwards on an invisible treadmill as she made a smooth exit. Rainbow looked down at what Pinkie tossed her. It was her guitar tuner. The three victims of theft sharply drew in their breaths. "DAMMIT/DANGNABBIT PINKIE."