You sit on your haunches and spin around as Pinkie approaches, grinning nervously. Your fore-legs are positioned just properly enough to mask your more than little issue, at the cost of sitting like a complete idiot.
It doesn't take long for Pinkie to notice something wrong.
"Are you alright?" She asks, looking concerned as she tilts her head. Her gravity-defying mane seems to remain static in relation to the newfound angle of her head. You reply with another nervous gesture; this time a nod. Pinkie's not buying it. Maybe it's your borrible acting skills, but Pinkie sees right through you. She smiles deviously before pointing toward the wall behind you and exclaiming "What's That?!"
Being as gullible as you are, you turn to look, giving Pinkie the perfect window to tackle you to the ground. You two roll around for a second before landing, you on your back and her standing just over you. She laughs hysterically at your clumsiness before adopting a look of surprise.
You look down to see your still erect buddy poking her in the gut. Without looking down, Pinkie grows yet another sly smile as she moves her head closer to yours, locking your lips in a state of passion. Just as you feel her tongue prodding your lips apart, you think you hear a trotting near the front door.
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