This choice: A personal-sized pint of Buttershy icecream (Gradual WG) • Go Back...Chapter #5No need to be shy around butter! by: Godot   You were surprised to find she had handed you a pint of ice cream, but it does look delicious and you're not in any mood to deny a free meal. It's quite chilly, you kind of wonder how it remained so cold behind that counter Pinkie fetched it from. Seems to be a brand you had never heard of either, "Buttershy Surprise" brand. Hmm, you vaguely remember that name from somewhere.
Right, yes, she was a model, a famous one too. You read somewhere that she grew up in Ponyville, but you don't remember her having her own ice cream. Actually, you don't remember her looking so portly either, maybe the ice cream carton adds ten pounds?
But that's enough staring, this stuff's gonna melt if you don't eat it soon! You flip the lid off with your free hoof and(Since Pinkie hadn't the foresight to provide you with a spoon) you dig your muzzle in. The stuff is scrumptious! You can't quite place the ingredients, hence the "surprise". The base is vanilla, you're certain, but there's additives. You detect a caramel swirl, bits of cookie dough, cacao, and..... Butter? Normally you'd be disgusted about eating raw butter but, and maybe it's just your hunger, but you find it to be the perfect addition to the mix, salty and creamy at once! You soon scarf down the entirety of the carton, and casually toss it aside.
"Uuuurp!" You let out an unladylike belch, "Excuuuuse me! Hee hee..."
You pat your belly proudly, which has seemed to put on a bit of pudge, and can't help but feel a little... Hungry. Still. You let out another burp, tasting the buttery ice cream a second time, and move your way over to the table of treats. They all look so very delicious, Pinkie wouldn't miss one or two of these cookies here...
"Heya!" Pinkie pops up right next to you, as you're reaching out to snag a cookie, and you freeze up before pulling away.
"Hi Pinkie!" You say nervously.
"Were you trying to sneak a treat?" She says, not dropping her chipper demeanor.
"I, Uh, no!"
"Good, because I trust you not to eat any of these treats, because if you did that then you'd lose my trust, and losing a friend's trust is the fastest way to lose a friend-"
"FOR-EVURRRR."
You have an awful feeling about this. But just as quickly as she turned on you, she turned back, becoming her peppy self in an instant. You meekly help her finish decorating the bakery for your welcoming party, not wanting to set her off again. Thankfully you don't trip her little hair-trigger and she remains pretty courteous for the rest of the afternoon. By five o clock your party is in full swing, with half of Ponyville in attendance. Pinkie's best friends are there too, and all five of them are as quirky as she is. Of course they're not your main focus for the night. You take quite a few trips to the snack bar, munching on treats well into the night, not paying any mind to your slowly swelling pony pudge.
The party starts winding down, and most of the guests have headed home by now, only Pinkie's closest friends are still around. You split your time between chatting with them and stuffing scrumptious (although a little stale) eclairs into your mouth. By the end of the night you...  | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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