You let out a sigh as you flopped into your recliner, smiling as your body sinks into the plush chair. You leaned over and grasped the remote, switching on the T.V as you take a sip of your beer.

"Tomorrow will have a high of 75 and a low of 63 with a 65% chance of rain." The meteorologist said, pointing to the cloud cover near your town. You let out a frustrated sigh. Well there goes tomorrows plans. You think to yourself, your finger finding the guide button. You begin searching for something to watch, taking another sip of your beer.

Knock knock knock

You sputter a bit as some of your beer goes down the wrong pipe. The knocking wasn't loud, but the suddenness of it surprised you. As you got up to get the door, you looked over at the wall clock to see what time it was. 11 PM? Who knocks on someones door at 11 PM? You reach the doorknob and give it a turn, letting the door swing open.

What you see surprises you more then the knocking. Standing at your doorstep is your good friend Pinkie Pie, but instead of her normal peppy demeanor, her shoulders sag and you can clearly see the streaks of tears going down her cheeks.

"C-Can I come in?" She asks, her voice shaking a bit. You stand there dumbstruck for a moment before nodding and stepping aside, letting her into your home. She takes a few steps in a looks around, moving forward and taking a seat on the couch.

You could only stand there and look at her. You've never seen her this torn up about anything, and you still had no idea what made her this torn up in the first place. Her eyes stay trained on the ground, purposely avoiding eye contact with you. Her shoulders shiver a bit before she lets out a sob, fresh tears making more tracks on her cheeks.

Shit! Shit shit shit! What do I do? I can't just keep standing here staring at her. You wrack your brain, trying to think of what to do to comfort her. With no good ideas, you go to your fool proof method.

She winces a bit as she sees your feet move toward her. She looks up at you just in time to feel your arms wrap around her, her wet cheeks resting on your chest as your slowly run your fingers through her hair. She's taken aback by the sudden comforting, but her surprise melts away and she pulls you closer. She starts sobbing into your shoulder, and continues sobbing for another 30 minutes.

When she finally stops her crying, she wipes her face and gives you a weak smiled. "Thanks Nonny, I-I really needed that." You smile back and rub her shoulder gently.

"Do you wanna talk about it?" You ask her, still not knowing exactly what 'it' is. She gives you a look for a moment before nodding her head.

"Sure I guess." She takes a breath before she starts talking. "I have so many friends. I mean, I think everyone is my friend, but even with all of my other friends I feel so alone. It feels like they're just using me to get things. 'Oh hey Pinkie, thanks for the hookup!' 'Heya Pinks, I knew I could count on you for the party supplies!' 'Thanks for this, and this, and this!'" She said with a deepened voice. "I'm just the girl that throws good parties, not the girl anyone wants to actually be friends with." She said with sadness. You let out a chuckle and Pinkie glares at you. "This isn't something to laugh about!" She said angrily, but you could only keep laughing. When you finally caught your breath you looked her in the eye.

"Are you serious Pinks? Everyone loves you! I mean yeah, some people ask for help, and some are there only there to party, but that doesn't mean they don't like you for who you are. Listen, when I heard people talking about you, they had nothing to say but kind things! You're not just someone who has connections for other people, you're someone who is, and always will be, a reliable friend." You said, a smile on your face.

The look of anger on Pinkie's face melted away, giving way to a growing smile. She wrapped her her hands around your neck and gave you a big kiss on your cheek. "You always know what to say Nonny!" She giggles and you rustle her poofy hair. "Now then, I guess now that I'm here, you wanna have a sleepover?" She says, her voice bubbling with excitement.

"Sure I guess. I can order a movie if you want." She nods excitedly. "Alright then, I'll let you choose what to watch. You want the same old?" You ask, and she nods yet again.

You step out of the room and into you kitchen, making Pinkie's odd drink. Ice, two parts whiskey, a twist of lime, and 3 drops of hot sauce. You give the drink a quick stir and carry it out. You spot the logo on the T.V and see that Pinks has already chosen a movie. She eagerly takes the drink out of your hand. You flop back into your recliner and spot Pinkie standing back up. You look up at her with a cocked eyebrow as she walks toward you, and let out an 'oof' when she plops herself on your lap.

"Wh-What are you doing Pinks?" You asked worriedly, the feeling of her plush backside on your groin making your pants start feeling a bit tight.

"What? You're place is a little chilly, and you're warm. Besides, you make a good chair." She says with a smile.

You go to protest, but she shushes you. You see the movie starting and decide to stay quiet. Besides, your view isn't obstructed, and she makes a soft, albeit squishy, blanket.

The movie goes on with little incident, although the part where Pinkie wiggled into you to try and get comfortable was a struggle. Pinkie stood up and stretched, letting out a hearty yawn, which spread to you. You moved toward her and grabbed her by her waist, lifting her up and draping her over your shoulder, much to her enjoyment. You walk back into your room and switch the light on, setting Pinkie down on the bed.

"Sleep well Pinks." You say as you start to make your way out of the room.

"Where are you going?" She asked.

"I'm going to pass out on the couch."

"No you're not, I'll sleep on the couch. I'm not gonna kick you out of your own bed!" She said stubbornly.

"Well, I'm not letting you sleep on the couch." You say, placing your hands on your hips.

"Well then... We'll share the bed!" She said. By the tone in her voice, you knew you couldn't get her to budge on the issue.

"Fine, but I sleep in my boxers, so I hope you don't mind." You say, a smirk coming to your face as you see her blush.

"W-Well... I sleep in my undies too!" She said, knowing you were trying to trick her into letting you have the couch. Suddenly, you saw the shirt she was wearing come off, her skirt, shoes, and socks coming of soon after that. You stared dumbfounded at the almost naked girl. She had a triumphant look on her face. "I mean, if it makes you too uncomfortable, I'll just go and stay on the couch." She said with a grin.

You glared at her, and quickly took your shirt off, tossing it at her so it lands on her face, catching her by surprise. Your pants come off next, and you stand there with a grin. You see a dark blush pepper her face as her eyes are locked on below your waist. You cock and eyebrow and look down, finally seeing what she was staring at. Your boxers were tented by the erection you didn't know you had.

You quickly hopped on the bed and pulled your blanket up to your stomach. Her blush was still there, but a seductive smirk replaced the look of shock on her face. She slipped under the blanket with you, cuddling up to your side. You looked over at her, feeling a bit nervous with the bedroom eyes she was giving you. You decided to just go with hi, hooking your arm around her waist and pulling her against you. Another quick glance showed that the bedroom eyes she was giving you were slowly sinking closed. A soft snore escaped her mouth as she fell asleep on your arm, her own arms wrapped around your chest. You let out a soft chuckle and held her close, closing your eyes and drifting off to sleep.

Author's Note

Aww shoot my friend, guess whose finally feeling like writing again? I'm back and older than ever.

Anywhoo, I'm just gonna say that just cause I wrote this, don't get too excited. I'm probably only gonna write one or two things a year. I promise I've had plenty of ideas, but I'm not motivated enough to write.

P.S. There's gonna be sex in the next chapter.