The sounds of bids chirping cause your eyes to slowly drift open, seeing the drab, white walls of your room. Your gaze drifts to the bed, seeing your blanket bunched on the floor. You let out a sigh and swing your legs over the edge of your bed, wiping the sleep from your eyes as you stood up.

When you open the door of your room, your nose is assaulted with the smells of breakfast. Coffee, bacon, and pancakes? How in the hell is Pinkie single? You stumble into the kitchen and look to her, your eyes widening as you see the state she's in.

"Oh, Mornin' Nonny!" She says happily. You grunt out a response, too busy taking in her form. You don't know where she got the apron, and you don't remember seeing Pinkie's bra on the floor, but it's clearly not on her.

You stumble to your dining table and pull out a chair, slumping into it. She looks over her shoulder and giggles. A few moments later a steaming cup of coffee slides in front of you. You nod your thanks and take a sip and your eyes shoot open.

"H-Hey Pinks, you used the coffee I had in the cupboard, right?" You ask her.

"Mmhmm, What about it? Did you want me to use something else?" She says with a confused look over her shoulder. You shake your head.

"No, I just wanna know how you made it not taste like garbage." Your response gets a giggle out of her. The two of you sit in a happy silence, the only sounds coming from the sizzling of the bacon, and the scrape of a spatula flipping the pancakes.

A few minutes pass, and a plate of pancakes is set in the center of the table, a smaller plate of bacon slides next to it. She set the table rather quickly, and not even 45 seconds after the food was set down you're biting into your first bite of pancake. You let out a groan of pleasure as you feel it melt in your mouth, quickly looking down to the pancakes, seeing chocolate chips and diced strawberries.

"Pinks, I swear to god if you keep this up I'm gonna end up marrying you." You said with a grin as it was finally her turn to blush. The two of you sit together, silently working your way through the stack of pancakes and bacon. You glance up at her when you reach your 3rd pancake. "Hey Pinkie."

"Yeah Nonny?" She responds, wiping a but of syrup off her cheek as she looks up at you.

"Where'd you get that apron anyway? I don't have one around here."

"I don't know what you're talking about Nonny." She says with a grin, getting back to her food.

Both the pancakes and the bacon are now gone, and you sigh happily. You start cleaning up the table, moving everything into the sink and starting to rinse it off. You look over your shoulder and see Pinkie walk back into the hallway, grinning at you. You cock an eyebrow and get back to cleaning up. Once you're done you start back toward your room.

You turn the corner to your room and stop dead in your tracks. Pinkie's standing directly in your line of sight, the apron is now off, and she's bending over to reach for her discarded shirt. You mutter out a sorry and backpedal your way into the living room, flopping back onto the couch and letting out a sigh of relief.

Oh god, how have I never noticed how curvy she was? And the way she's been teasing me since last night, I swear she's trying to give me a heart attack. Your hearts skips a beat when you hear her walking back in, no doubt ready to scold you on knocking first. You finally notice your tented boxers and look around frantically for something to cover yourself, but Pinkie's already standing in front of you. You shut your eyes and tense up, preparing yourself for the possible slap across the face. A weight settles on your thighs, the feeling legs on either side of yours makes you open your eyes. You see Pinkie straddling your waist, and you feel her hand invade your boxers.

"P-Pinkie, wh-what are y-" She cuts you off with a finger on your lips, replacing the finger with her lips. You bring your hands up and place them on her plush posterior, digging your fingers into the giving flesh. You let out a grunt as you feel her hand grip your shaft, stroking gently. She pulls away from the kiss and looks at you with er bedroom eyes. She fishes your member out of your boxers and uses her free hand to pull her panties to the side. You rest you hands on her hips as you look down, seeing her flower kiss the tip of your phallus.

She finally lets gravity take over, her walls sliding down your tool and engulfing you fully. You can't hold back a moan as you thrust up against her, making her bounce up and slide back down. You start your rhythm, thrusting every time she collides with your pelvis. You look up at her, watching her face contort into different expressions of pleasure. When your thrusts start weakening she takes the lead, her hands pressing against your chest as she starts bouncing her rump. You feel her clench tightly on you and arch your back.

"I-I'm gonn-" You start, but before you can finish, you feel Pinkie slip off of you and you feel her hand grip you tightly, stroking quickly. You look down at her and see her looking at you with expectant bedroom eyes. You clench your eyes tightly and twitch in her hand, your seed spurting into the air and landing in thick droplets on your stomach and chest. Your arm falls to the side of the couch, looking for something to clean up with, but you feel a warm tongue start to clean you. Your eyes lock with hers, and you harden again at the sight of her tenderly licking up the droplets of your seed. When she licks up the last drop, you see her swallow and grin up at you.

Without a warning, you grasp her and heft her over your shoulder and carry her to the bedroom, her giggling all the way. You drop her onto the bed and position yourself so your chin is blushing against her petals, your arms wrapped around her thighs and you grin up at her. She looks down at you with a deep blush on her face, her chest heaving as she breaths deeply. You keep your gaze locked on her face as your tongue slips from your mouth and drags along her clit. You watch her close her eyes and bite her lip and follow suit, closing your own eyes as you start digging your tongue into her, flicking back into your mouth every few seconds before diving back in. You can feel her squirm about but your grasp on her thighs keeps her lower body still as you lock your lips around her mound. She starts panting heavily and you take that as your cue to start grinding your tongue against her clit, slipping a finger into her to help her along. You let out a grunt as you feel her legs wrap around your head, her slit clenching around your finger as she cums.

After a moment she slumps down, releasing you as you pull back and take a deep breath. She smiles up at you and you smile back. You lean forward and start kissing up her stomach, making your way to her neck before nipping her playfully. You position yourself so the tip of your shaft is pressing against her, and look down at her. She smiles and gives you a nod, which you quickly respond with a sharp thrust into her, your pelvis slapping against her thighs. You bury your face in her chest as you start thrusting, taking her much faster than before. You look up into her eyes before taking a nipple into your mouth, sucking and nipping it playfully as your thrusts speed up, a dull slapping echoing through the room. You feel her clench up, clearly nearing the edge of her orgasm. You start thrusting quicker, wanting the two of you to finish together. You finally feel a pressure at the base of your shaft and call out.

"I-I'm gonna cum P-Pinks." You grunt out, fighting the urge to release until she responds.

"Me too N-Nonny. F-Finish inside." She moans out before letting out another loud moan, her legs wrapping around your waist and holding you inside. The rhythmic clenching of her walls sends you over the edge, and you shudder as you feel the first spurt fire off deep inside of her. A few more thick spurts and you feel a couple more weak spurts before tapering off.

The two of you lay there panting, basking in the afterglow of your lovemaking. You roll onto your side, letting your soft phallus slip out of her. You can see that not a drop of your seed flows out of her, and a smile comes to your face. You wrap your arms around her and hold her closely, kissing her cheek. When you finally come out of your afterglow, a devilish grin comes to your face.

Your hands grip her sides as you start tickling her furiously, sending her into a fit of laughter. She starts trying to roll away from you, but you roll with her, sending the two of you falling off the bed. You land with a thump, Pinkie above you straddling your waist. A sense of dread comes over you as you see her face grow a grin, her hands locking onto your sides and tickling you back. The two of you spend the next hour chasing each other around your apartment, tickling each other and eventually playing tag, before the two of you slump onto your couch. She cuddles up against you, sighing happily as you wrap an arm around you.

"Hey Nonny?" She asks

"Yeah Pinks?"

"Does this mean we're... y'know, dating?" She says, rolling over to look up at you. You smile and look down at her.

"If you want it to, then I guess we are." Her quizzical look melts and a look of happiness takes over. She squirms a bit to get higher and kisses you lovingly, smiling as she kisses you.

-- 3 Months Later --

You and Pinkie sit together on your couch, cuddling her while she sits on your lap, and watch a movie together. She rests her head under your neck and you rest your chin on her head. The movie comes to an end and the credits roll.

"That was pretty good Pinks, I didn't think I'd like any of those sappy romance movies, but I guess I was wrong." You say with a smile.

"Heh. Yeah." She responds in a slightly worried tone.

"Pinkie? What's up?"

"Huh? Oh, nothing." She says, obviously lying.

"C'mon. You can tell me anything." She stays silent for a minute before finally responding.

"I... I'm pregnant." She says, looking up at you with a worried look. It's now your turn to stay silent. You go over what she said in your mind several dozen times before it finally clicks.

"I'm gonna be a father..." You say. "I'm gonna be a father." You say again. After a moment, you burst out laughing, a wide smile. "I'm gonna be a father!" You say excitedly, picking Pinkie up and looking at her in happy disbelief.

"Y-Yup! You are!" She says happily, tears in her eyes as she realizes that you're not leaving her. The two of you laugh and giggle happily before falling back onto the couch, Pinkie on top of you. You lean forward and kiss her deeply.

Author's Note

God it's been like 6 months since I wrote that last chapter. I knew I had to finish it, but never really never thought I would. Anyway, enjoy this story I guess. Any and all criticism is welcome, I know this story isn't perfect.