>you're helping Pinkie Pie bake something-or-other, you don't remember the exact details other than that she needs you to hand-whisk this buttercream because the stand mixer's busy with meringue
>you can hear Pinkie behind you humming some song as she carefully pulls the wax paper off a sheet of spongecake
>beating butter and sugar together isn't exactly the most mentally stimulating activity so your eyes begin to wander until you spot some foil-wrapped candies wrapped with little paper bows
>they're cute! they kinda remind you of...
"Man, next time I go home I'm gonna buy some Hershey's Kisses."
>"Is that a kissing booth?" Pinkie's voice gets a little clearer as she glances back towards you
"Nah, you can buy them at any store."
>she doesn't get back to humming but you pay her no mind until she's right next to you, front hooves up on the counter so that she can peer up at your face
>"Why do you miss them so much?" she's clearly confused
"I dunno, they taste kinda funny."
>her brow furrows
>hard
>"...You like the kisses because they taste funny?"
>you nod
>she stretches out to get closer to you, squinting at your face to spot the smallest hint of deception
>"What do they taste like, Nonny?"
>you think for a second, stopping whisking
"I dunno... sweet but kinda sour. It's weird."
>she cringes
>"Sour kisses?"
"Uh huh. Butyric acid, I think."
>"Booty-..." her whole face scrunches up as she thinks, then she zips away
>you get back to whisking only to be stopped when an encyclopedia bashes the bowl out of the way, opened to the appropriate page
>a pink hoof points to a particular word, the party pony now fully on top of the counter
>"YOU'RE MISSING PUKEY KISSES!?" she looks horrified
>you shrug
"It's an acquired taste."
>"IT'S A-... NONNY!"
>she's right up in your face now
>"NUH UH. I AM NOT LETTING YOU HAVE PUKEY KISSES."
>you have to actively try and keep your poker face up now
"It's not a big deal."
>"YES IT IS!"
>her hooves end up on your shoulders as she stares right into your soul, getting very serious
>"Nonny, for the good of mankind AND ponykind, I will now fix your desire for pukey kisses via exposure therapy."
>you open your mouth to try and respond but she's already pressing her lips to yours, giving an exaggerated mwah as she pulls back a second later
>"Did that fix it?" her eyes are wide and frantic
"...Uh."
>she moves right back in and kisses you again, this time an onslaught of smooches
>"Come!" kiss "On!" kiss "Nonny!" kiss "Fight!" kiss "The!" kiss "Bad!" kiss "Thoughts!" kiss
>eventually she pulls back once more, looking genuinely concerned
>"So? Any better?"
>you're too stunned to respond
>she lets out a little groan
>"Well, Pinkie, you know what you have to do..."
>she scrambles up onto her hind hooves before giving a little bunny hop, wrapping them around your waist
>her front legs hook around your neck
>you try to brace yourself against the counter but you end up leaning forwards a little but that's fine, her butt rests on the edge of it without issue
>what's more of an issue is that she presses her lips to yours, tilts her head and shoves her tongue into your mouth
>you probably haven't made out with a pony before
>let's be real you probably haven't made out before period
>but she clearly doesn't care, she's enjoying yourself
>or helping you!
>or both, it's hard to say but the little giggles when you try and press your tongue against hers or twist your head to make the kissing more comfortable show everything's fine
>after what feels like an eternity, she pulls back and takes in a deep breath through her nose, her half-lidded eyes staring into yours
>"So, Nonny... do you still want your dumb pukey chocolate?"
"W-wait... how do you-"
>she cuts you off with another quick smooch before she pulls back, those airy giggles coming out of her again
>"You should really know better by now, silly!"
>she boops your nose with a hoof because of course she does
>then she slowly releases you from her grasp, squirming around on the counter to get her hooves under her before she hops on down with a satisfied sigh
>"Next time you try and lead me on like that you're not getting rewarded with kisses, got it?"
>her tail swats your leg as she pronks back to her station and hums a new song
>you need to remember not to underestimate Pinkie Pie