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.
And her Friend's Little Friend
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.
