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The sun in the sky was shining and the birds perched on the treetops were all singing their songs of happiness for the world to hear. The clouds were sparse in the clear blue sky and the almost invisible air seemed to glisten in the sunlight in order to give the hilltop, where Pinkie Pie was currently located, an atmosphere that seemed to match the feelings of love and anticipation the pink pony was feeling at that moment. The pink pony gave a large smile that nobody was around to see as she unrolled a blanket which she had loaded on her back earlier that day. Once the blanket was unrolled the hyper-active pony began smoothing the ripples out of the blanket as best as she could with her hooves.

"Nothing but the best for royalty." Pinkie Pie said to herself, releasing a giggle afterwards as she thought of the pony who would soon be joining her on the hill. Once the blanket was smooth enough to satisfy her the filly proceeded to unload a medium-sized basket which had also been perched on her back. Once the basket was placed on top of the blanket Pinkie began unloading the many baked goods she had packed into the basket earlier that day.

"I'm glad to see you waited for me this time." A voice spoke from behind the pony, who instinctively leaped up from the ground in surprise. The pony whom the voice belonged to gave a chuckle as the pink pony turned her body around to face and address the very familiar pony.

"Hello princess." The pink pony said to princess Celestia as formally as she could. The princess gave a smile as she started to move closer towards the pink pony with a gleam in her eyes that Pinkie assumed was a reflection from a stray sun ray.

"There's no need for formalities here, just call me Celestia." The princess said with a smile as she leaned in towards the pink pony and gave her an affectionate lick on her cheek, which caused the filly to let out a giggle. The princess gave out another smile as she appeared to give the pink pony another lick on her cheek.

"You didn't need to pack so many sweets either..." The princess started to say, before moving her mouth upwards to whisper in one of the pink pony's ears. "Considering that you taste sweeter than anything you've packed." The princess explained with a sensual tone of voice that made Pinkie Pie feel something she was pretty sure she had never felt before."

"Oh princess..." Pinkie pie moaned as the princess continued to give her affectionate licks across her face. Her moans seemed to increase as the princess' mouth started to move lower down her body. The Princess then began planting affectionate kisses upon her neck, then her torso and currently her exposed stomach.

"Please don't stop..." Pinkie pie said with a groan which the princess seemed to take to heart as her licks started to become more energetic and numerous. Pretty soon Pinkie Pie started to feel a second feeling that she was pretty sure she had never felt before either.

"Oh Princess I..."

DING DONG!


"Huh?" Pinkie Pie said to herself as her eyes started to slowly open up and adjust to the darkness that filled her room. Pinkie Pie turned her head towards her alarm clock, which she assumed was making the noise, and was surprised to read that it was currently 2:35AM. This was quite unusual since Pinkie Pie's alarm clock usually went off at 4:00AM. Once the female pony came to the realization that her alarm clock had not woken her up that morning she proceeded to scan the room in search of whatever had made the sound. Her eyes widened as soon as they came to rest upon a familiar character who appeared to be smiling as she sat on a chair at the edge of the pink pony's bed.

"Hello my secret admirer, did you have a nice dream."

To be concluded in chapter 3


Johnny - I wrote this chapter after listening to the dream song by Ministry. The song is about a girl who has a dream about an angel coming to her room and giving her a kiss. Please leave a review, and expect this story to be concluded on either Thursday or Friday.