>You're just sitting in the park, watching the fillies play, minding your own business.
>Not a care in the world.
>When all of a sudden a warm weight flops onto your back, and two fuzzy pink appendages wrap snugly around your neck.
>Before your surprise can even turn to outrage, you hear her soft voice right by your ear.
>"What do you taste like, Anon?"
>You feel Pinkie's breath on your face as she pokes out her tongue until it makes contact with your chin.
>Clearly savoring the moment, she slowly draws the soft, warm appendage up your cheek, finally withdrawing it with a playful flick at your earlobe.
>"Mmmm, not bad Nonny," she whispers in your ear, smacking her lips.
>"Got any other flavors?"