>Pinkie bounces to the door and looks back at you, whilst shaking her plot.
>"Nonny, would you like any thing today?"
I'm f-fine... Just some water, please...
>"Why, is it getting hot in here?" she says innocently.
N-no I'm just really thirsty...
>Before it, Pink ADHD had jumped onto your lap, pinning you to the ground.
>"Any hotter, Nonny?"
>Pinkie was on top of you, grinding her plot against your hips.
>"Is somepony happy to see Pinkie?
>You've been knocked to the floor by a rather heavy little pony who seems perfectly content to harass you in public.
>This is the last straw.
Pinkie! That's enough!
>She shrinks away at your voice.
>Her face is apologetic and a little anxious as she stares up at you from behind the curly locks of her mane.
>She swallows, and drops her head slowly to your chest.
>"I'm sorry."
>She clutches at your shirt with her little hooves.
>You can feel her warm, pudgy belly gently pressing against you as she breathes, and her heavy backside still lies upon your lap.
>You sigh, and you lift your hand to her back.
Don't worry about it, Pinkie.
>You feel her tug at your shirt as she turns her cheek upon your chest and presses her little muzzle into the crook of your arm.
>"It's just ... I really like you, is all."
I know, Pinkie, but I --
>"But you don't like me that way."
Well --
>"-- because I'm fat."
Because ... wait, what?
>A pained look is in her eyes as she lifts her head.
>"You don't like me because of my big, fatty butt."
>It crushes you to see her like this.
Now, that just isn't true.
>She responds defiantly.
>"Prove it."
W-what? What do you mean? How would I ... how would I do something like that?
>She looks away, and once more lays her head upon you. Her sugary scent is almost nauseating, and yet ...
>"Just touch it a little. Unless you think I'm too gross."
Pinkie Pie, that's ...
>You glance about the shop, and then sigh in tired resignation.
Alright, Pinkie. If this is what it takes.
>Your hand drifts down her back, and you hover over the top of her tail. Just a tiny touch would be enough.
>But before you can move, you feel Pinkie's hoof on your hand.
>She presses it down, holding you tight against the warm, soft flesh of her cheek.
>"Sorry."
>She kisses you. Her little pony lips are so warm.
>And your fingers are still pressing deep valleys into the rolling, fat cheek of her little pony ass.