I see Pink

I See Pink

Roomies, buddies, and Sexy Sexy Sexy Chaos

A Pinkie Pie Romance

I brought my permanent house guest up to the Apartment of the old building I lived in.  Unlike most of my now distant family, few friends, and fellow authors I preferred to live in something a bit more twentieth century.  Granted, some of their homes had a few bonuses mine didn’t, such as built in antennas for internet hook ups, and of course they also had access to a small solar power station located in the base of their home.   I really didn’t care about that though.  I had an antenna hooked up to the side of the old building, and the previous owner of the building had put in a generator large enough in the basement to power all of the apartments without trouble.  Since I had bought the building, and saved it from demolition, I more or less had free reign to do what I wanted with it.  Of course I really only used the fourth floor as my home.

“Pinkie, welcome home,” I said.

She walked in and looked around.  I figured now was as good of a time to show her the room I set aside for her.  The anthropomorphic stallion had said she was a living breathing being.  That meant it would be wrong to just take advantage of her, and besides I wanted things to progress naturally.  Part of that was giving her a room for herself.  I led her over to the door of the spare bedroom and opened it.  I heard her gasp, and then she ran forward into what I know most people would have considered a Barbie Pink hell.

I had found the paint on Ebay, ordered it, found the now stapled to the wall balloons on Amazon, and found the streamers and party themed comforter and bed sheets on Overstock.com.  I had tried, exceptionally hard, to model the room after the way I believed she would have enjoyed it.  She ran, her hooves clopping loudly the entire time, from corner to corner looking at the walls, the balloons, the comforter, and finally I simply lost track of her as she became more and more of a blur.

From what I could see Vogon had really done their homework and somehow gotten her to move as fast as Pinkie Pie did on the show.  She almost suddenly appeared in front of me and caught me in a tight hug.

“It’s beautiful!  It looks almost like my room at Sugarcube Corner!   Have you ever been to Sugarcube Corner?  Oh they’ve got great cupcakes, cakes, and almost every other kind of sweets you could ever want!  It tastes so good!” she exclaimed happily.

I felt the air being squeezed out of me by her iron grip hug, and for a moment I wondered if choosing Pinkie Pie was really the smartest move I had ever made.  The moment she released me, and gave me a quick peck on the cheek I decided it was.  She looked over her room again and then she began to shrug out of her clothes.  My eyes became transfixed on her as her pink fur covered body came into view.  I wanted to look away, but there was a darker part of my nature that simply refused to let me turn away or stop looking at the obviously innocent creature being before me.

Finally, I turned and looked toward part of the room she wasn’t in.  It really didn’t matter though. I had seen almost everything.  Her cutie mark on her… Well I couldn’t call that a flank.  It was a remarkably human ass, and one that was beautifully sculpted.  Her pink and curly tail hung down, and she turned to see me looking away.

“Something wrong?” she asked.

I didn’t want to look back at her.  Years of being conditioned to be modest, years of living in a strict Holiness Pentecostal home, and all of it led up to me feeling ashamed of even being undressed long enough to take a shower.  I had broken away when I was eighteen.  I struck out, broke away from the church, from my parents, and from my own sister.  I did it because I couldn’t stand the thought of living and dying according to something that was being pounded into my head over and over again.  I have nothing against faith.  I feel overjoyed for someone to have faith… in anything, but I couldn’t stand the idea of being told that everything about me was evil.  That my thoughts, my body, my everything was evil and only at the end of my life would I find true peace and happiness.

So it was hard to look at this innocent being.  It was perhaps one of the hardest things I could even conceive doing, and then I felt her hands on my cheeks.  She brought me to look at her face.  I could see the pleading eyes, her hair straightening out, and the overall look of sadness covering her.  I could see this, and despite the years of condictioning my parents had put me through I reached out and hugged her.

She returned it, and I could feel the bright smile radiating.  It was strange that I could feel happiness actually rolling off of her.  I broke the hug and smiled sheepishly.

“We tend to wear clothes most of the time here,” I said.

She looked at me a little confused.  I showed her my arm and how compared to most of her body it was mostly hairless.  She took that thought and nodded.  She looked at the dress and then at me again.

“Ummm, I don’t have anything else.  I really didn’t pack very well for this, which is kind of strange since I almost always pack my party cannon, but I didn’t even pack it.  I guess that it’s back home at Sugarcube Corner,” she said.

I looked around at the room and realized that I had made a mistake after all.  I hadn’t bought any clothes for her.  Then I remembered the closet.  I had bought clothes for my little sister, Sarah, in case she decided to break away from our family.  She hadn’t yet, but the clothes I had bought for her was still here.  I opened the closet and looked.  Sarah was a little smaller than Pinkie, but I was certain that some of the clothes would fit.  Pinkie looked at them and in an excited squeal she pulled out a purple tank top, and found a pair of yoga pants that matched.

She pulled the clothes on and grinned brightly at me.

“Who’s clothes are these?” she asked as she calmed down a little.

“They’re my sisters.  She’s… she’s with our family right now,” I said.

“Oh, like a trip?” she asked.

“Not exactly.  My family is extremely conservative, and kind of uptight about things,” I said.

“Oh, that sounds like my mom and dad!  Of course I think that it comes from working on the rock farm.  Mom constantly said that we had to bust the rocks in order to find the crystals and metals that would sale, and we would work all day!  Then my friend Rainbow Dash did her first Sonic Rainboom and when I saw it I knew what I had to do!” she exclaimed.

“Did your parents support you?” I asked.

“Yeah, Daddy called me his little Rose Quartz, and said that he didn’t care what I wanted to be when I grew up he just wanted me to be happy,” she said.

I looked down at the floor.  I had wished that my parents would have been that supportive, but they weren’t.  When I left I was told that I could never come back.  I would never be welcomed.  She touched my cheek again and looked at me.

“What’s wrong?” she asked again.

“I wish that I would have had your parents,” I said.

She looked into my eyes, and then she took me into another hug.  It wasn’t quite the bone crusher she had given me earlier, but it was far more tender.  I felt her rub my back as she held me, and then she slowly led me over to the bed.  I felt her pull me into a sitting position, and then she grasped my hand.

“Don’t ever wish that you are anyone other than you.  Your parents helped make you the pony you are,” she said.

I didn’t know how to respond to that.  I wasn’t sure how to tell her that they made me feel ashamed that I found anyone attractive, or how I was made to feel that I couldn’t express myself.  They had been horrible, to the point of being part of the fundamentalist that refused to live in the outside world.  She touched me again and this time I could see her hair trying to straighten out.  At least it seemed to until her eyes widened and she stood up.  She grabbed my hand, and without another word she pulled me out of the room, out of my apartment building and out to the street.  I knew that she had no idea where anything was at.  She couldn’t know where anything was here, but despite that she made her way toward a small indoor arcade that I didn’t even know existed.

I had started to wonder why more people weren’t freaking out about Pinkie Pie.  After all seeing an anthropomorphic pink party pony would at least raise a couple of eyebrows, but instead no one really batted an eye.  I was confused until we passed someone walking with a member of the Navi from Avatar.  Seeing them, seeing a couple of Wookies, and then seeing an Anthropomorphic Lola Bunny made me realize that Pinkie really wasn’t out of place at all.

We stepped into the building and the cool air-conditioning flooded down on us.  It was a stark contrast to the heat outside, but I only got to feel the direct breeze for a second before I was pulled over to a seat at a table.  She moved, seamlessly, through the crowd until I lost track of her.  A few moments later she came back pulling someone who was holding three bowling pins, then she took off again and soon returned with a girl who holding an accordion, and once more she took off and this time she came back with a confused employee who was holding a cake.   A few seconds later there was a group of confused people and children around us.

“What’s going on?” I asked.

“Why it’s an I want to cheer my friend up because he’s blue, and have our first party together PARTY!” she exclaimed.

The atmosphere around us was confused, but soon it slowly it became cheerful.  I watched as the people began laughing, enjoying each other’s company, and with minutes there was music being played.  I felt myself being pulled up out of the seat as the party began to go full swing.  Four hours later I found myself sitting next to Pinkie as she talked to the manager of the arcade.  I had expected the elderly man to be upset, but instead he was more than overjoyed about what she had done.

“I haven’t seen this place so full of people having so much fun in a good long time miss.  Those kids normally just bug each other until they free up the immersion consoles in the back, but this was the first time I’ve seen them out here having fun.  How would you feel about coming to work for me?  I need an energentic event planner, and I can’t think of anyone who would fit the bill better,” he said.

“That would be wonderful!   Oh I’d love to do it!  Can I throw a party like this every day?” she asked.

He nodded.  She got up, hugged me, and then walked out toward the employee area.  The old man stopped me before I could get up.  He smiled a slightly sad smile.  I watched as he rolled up his sleeve and I was met with a tattoo of the mane six on his arm.

“I wasn’t sure that there was too many of us Bronies still around.  You’ve got something magical there.  I’m too old of a man to even consider stepping in, but that’s not what I wanted to tell you anyway.  I’m sure you know that girl needs happiness like we need air, and she freely gives that happiness out.  Don’t let your personal shit keep you from accepting that gift,” he said.

I nodded and watched as he looked toward the doorway.

“Damn…  If I didn’t just hire the most hyperactive pony in all of Equestria,” he said.