Fun and Other Drugs

by Nutty Strife

Rating: mature
Tags: Human, Romance
Length: 4987

Super Happy Pinkie Fun Times = Awesome Forever! Author asks Pinkie out -- what happens?

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2015-07-25 15:44:22 UTC

Chapter 1

Wednesday morning. Today was the day. Today was the day! TODAY WAS THE DAY! "Nyeee!" I squealed in delight as I jumped out of bed. "Hyugggh!" I suddenly remembered what today was. Oh no! I thought to myself. Could I do it? Could I...today...? Today. The day I would ask out the girl of my dreams.

I say "today" way too much. Anyhyoo, I got my best "casual" looking attire on and walked out the door. I needed a GOOD breakfast, of course; and what better place to go than Sugarcube Corner?

......My heart started beating more rapidly when I saw the sign. I, I can't --

*ding dong!* The entryway door's bell chimed to signify a customer going in. I looked up and saw a man in front of me. All or nothing, I thought, deciding to follow.

"Hiya, friends!" That musical voice chirped from behind the counter. I walked in hurriedly, almost bumping into the man, who was now sitting down out of my way. I looked away from her the entire time. If I saw her I knew my heart would burst from love.

She made it a point to take a customer's order personally when they didn't take the initiative. I really liked that aspect of her. Among other things...

I looked up and saw her. Stifling a gasp, I nearly felt a pang of jealousy when I noticed her take the man in front of me's order first. Plus she was just doing her job, I told myself. Plus, he looked like he was ready, and I haven't even thought of......a cupcake! I'll have a pink-frosted cupcake. *yawn* (I did so) "I'll have a pink-frosted cupcake..." I dozed a little. I don't normally wake up this early, but today was the day. *yawn* (And again) My voice was very quiet now, almost to a whisper. "Today was the day..."

"Sir? Sir, are you all right?" I had fallen asleep, apparently. "How long was I out?" I ask groggily; my head still in my arms. "Oh, about two minutes. Not that long. But here, have this pink-frosted cupcake! It's the least I can do." It suddenly dawned on me to whom I was talking to. I lifted my head up slowly to take her in.

She was wearing a white blouse with tight blue jeans and a pink sweatshirt, which went nicely with her pink hair. She was leaning forward on the table, pushing her cleavage together in just the right way that it may have been unconscious, but...well, I got a kick out of it.

And those eyes. Those beautiful blue eyes. Those eyes, and that face, and that BODY, and...

I looked up at her and smiled. "Hi! I'm Nutty." She looked back and grinned even more than me. "Hi! I'm Pinkie Pie!"

She looked even closer at me with those piercing blue eyes (white dragon). "Here ya go, silly!"

The pink-frosted cupcake tasted exactly how I wanted it to taste, and thus I ate it in one bite.

"Wow, you must've been hungry!" She rocked the table back and forth a bit, leaning on it.

"Hey, uh...Pinkie?" I think I finally mustered up the courage to ask her!

"Wha -- HOW DO YOU KNOW MY NAME?!" She yelled, grabbing the attention of everyone in the establishment.

I stared at her blankly for a split-second.

"Oh, right, duh!" She remembered. "So, uh, what was it you wanted to ask me?"

"Pinkie Pie, would you go out with me?"

Everyone leaned forward in anticipation to her answer.

"Sure, silly! But, uh, -- " (She looked around in mock suspicion and moved in REAL close to my ear) "-- go where?"

I almost face-palmed. But then I went REAL close to HER ear and smiled. I whispered: "On a date, silly!"

Her face blanched. "I-I...I'll think about it. You're nice, but I don't know. Maybe. I mean, you're cute and all, so...I'll get back to you tomorrow? Promise?

My head drooped down. "Yeah. Yeah, sure." I said with much less enthusiasm than which I asked her out with.

"No hard feelings, right?" She asked. "I've never been asked out, or even on a date for that matter, so anything like it is bound to make me nervous. I need some time to think. Out of curiousity, though, a date to where?"

"Hmm...Sugarcube Corner, I guess. My favorite hang-out." I smiled a little bit.

"Why is here your favorite hang-out?"

Damn it, this is gonna sound cheesy, I thought.

"Because you're here!" I hugged her tightly. "Think about it!"

The color came back to her flawless face. "Alright, Nutty. I will."

I waved goodbye, turned around and walked home.

Well, that went better than I expected it would, I thought. Or did it? I suddenly remembered how confused she looked. She didn't quite know what to do. Does...does she like me how I like her?

I contemplated this for hours, sitting in my room. I forgot to eat lunch. The clock ticked away.

Why do I like -- no, LOVE, Pinkie Pie? I hadn't even talked to her before today. One word answers don't count. I mean I hadn't had an ACTUAL conversation with her. But now I have.

Wait, repeat those last few words again, please? My brain just realized something.

Now I have? I asked myself. A figure walked past my window. I shrugged it off.

There ya go, Nutty! said my brain. You asked out the girl of your dreams, actually talked to her, she...she even said you were cute! You've got a chance, bro. You need to stop worrying. Think. Use me. Why do you love Pinkie Pie?

I...no. I need to say this out-loud. "I love Pinkie Pie because of the color contrast between her fur and cutie mark. I love how her fuschia mane and tail remind me of cotton candy. I love the look of her in her whole entirety, I love how she's selfless, the dresses she wears, her voice...whether she's singing, talking, or even laughing. I love how she dances, her boldness...how her special talent is making other happy. I love her abilities to defy the laws of physics, to break the 4th wall...

What's the 4th wall? My brain asks. I look at you. Nothing, I reply.

"I love her randomness, her giddiness, her boundless energy, her smile, her perfect imperfections...she has her faults, which makes more perfect than if she was, say, put on a pedestal."

The figure was back in my window. I I heard faint crying.

But haven't YOU already put her on a pedestal? My brain asked.

No...I put her on a step-ladder so I could look at her in all her glory. Not like I worship her, or anything. I just...

You just love her?

Yeah. "And I love her flexible tongue, and her -- "

Heh-heh-heh.

Shut up, brain.

The figure giggled and ran off. I looked at my clock. 5:30. Buck it. I didn't even eat dinner. I went to bed.

The next morning, I headed straight to Roseluck's Flower Shop. Even if she said no, well...it'd be a nice gesture.

"Hey, Roseluck! May I get some carnations, please?"

"Sure thing, kiddo! That'll be two bits for a whole bouquet."

"All right, then!" I tossed her the money. "BITS!"

"Who, may I ask, are these for?"

"Pinkie Pie! I'm hoping to go on a date with her."

Roseluck grinned. "Oh, really? She's a cutie, ain't she? Good luck, then, Nutty!

I took the carnations (with a smile and a thank you, of course) and headed off to Sugarcube Corner. Pinkie and I never really planned on a time, did we?

The door used so many times by Pinkie opened by itself. "DOO-FAQ?!" I screamed.

Or not. Pinkie Pie was there holding the door. "Gyoouhgh-sumdee-humdee!" Her hair was in the cutest-looking ponytail (nyawww!) and she sported her same pink sweatshirt with a blue undershirt and shoes. She. Looked. Awesome.

"Hey, um...Nutty? I figured you'd come here first, and um..." She looked down at my carnations. "Or second. Are those for me?

I looked down at the carnations too. "Yeah, uh, here. From me, courtesy of Roseluck." I said, handing her the flowers.

She grinned. "Thanks, silly! As I was saying, I knew you'd come to Sugarcube Corner, but I have a confession to make..."

I started feeling a little sick. "What is it, Pinkie?"

"I was actually spying on you yesterday. That's why you probably heard crying and laughter. I'm really sorry I did that. I just wanted to make sure you were okay after my reaction. But I heard what you said about me, and look...it's obvious you are madly in love in me. I get that. I understand where you're coming from, right? I mean, I'm amazing!"

She did a pose with her arms spread out in celebration.

"And I'd love to go on a date with you. But if we're going to do this, we have to talk about you. Okay? This relationship would be very one-sided if I never got to know the real Nutty and you looked at me standing on a step-ladder."

I blushed a bit.

"Okay. I get it. Well...first, let's get a table." I walked inside, past Pinkie, and sat down. There was a vase in the middle, so I pushed it to the side. The back of the chairs were much higher than normal, and the surface felt...cloth-ey. Almost like red velvet. It was only then I realized what was going on.

Mrs. Cake came up to me. "You must be Nutty. I heard you and our girl Pinkie over there were having a date, so I wanted to make it extra special."

The chair on the other side of the table slid out from under it.

NOW Pinkie walks in and sit down, I thought. I looked at her.

"Yeah." I replied to Mrs. Cake. I handed her a bit.

"Thank you very much." She tussled my hair and went back behind the counter, presumably to spy on us. Damn Nazis.

"So, uh..." Pinkie started to say. "Tell me about YOU."

"Well, I'm 18. My last name is Strife, S-T-R-I-F-E. My favorite color is orange, I -- "

"Not pink?" She feigned a blubbering bottom lip and sad eyes.

I laughed. "Pink is my fifteenth favorite color, to tell you the truth. For all my "obsession" over you, well..."

She laughed too. "Yeah. What else? How'd you grow up?"

"I grew up middle-class in a nice suburban community. My parents divorced when I was 10, my Dad died almost 3 years ago and I became a rapper shortly after. I love video games and writing. I can memorize things pretty well and I'm deathly afraid of spiders. I was sent to a boarding school for over a year where I met lots if cool, and my favorite meal is Filet Mignon, French bread with chimichurri, Flamin' Hot Cheetos, Sprite, and Tempura shrimp with whatever sauce they give to dip those in."

I looked down and smiled. "But cupcakes and candles work too."

Pinkie smiled back. "Y'know, I wasn't sure. if this'd be fun, but I'm glad I agreed. It's been great getting to know you. And I know why you like me, but why so much?"

"I'm not sure," I replied. "You're just so...UGH. PERFECT. Imperfectly perfect, but still. I don't know why. Everything about you, all you say and do, is attractive to me. Sorry if this weird to you..." I said as I ate my cupcake whole.

"No, no...I'm actually very intrigued by your obsession over me. I mean, being the Element of Laughter means a lot of people like me, but you're first to come out and say. With confidence, no less! Plus..."

Pinkie leaned forward and wrapped her hands around my neck. "You're really cute."

She pulled me closer and gave me the most powerful loving smooch I'd ever gotten in my entire life. Her lips were velvety soft and her tongue wrestled mine with the intensity of a WWE Smackdown. It was AMAZING.

When she pulled away, all I heard was:

"Good date, Nutty! See ya!" in garbled mouth-speak as she was eating her cupcake.

And then applause as Sugarcube Corner burst into a frenzy and I fainted.

When I came to, there was silence. The store was empty, save for some noise in the back. And then...

"Nutty...Nutty, hey!"

"Hey, Pinkie...wha-what happened?" I asked her as she pulled me up.

"You fainted after we kissed. What's the matter? Am I too much for ya?

"Oh Sweet Celestia...Fuck, Pinkie, you're gonna give me heart palpitations..."

"D'awwwwww!!! For some reason, that reminds me...here's an invitation to Applejack's APPLEBUCKIN' Hoe-down! I'm doing the catering for it, if you wanna see me in action!" Pinkie gave a little wink and whispered in my ear: "But not until tomorrow, silly!"

Then she shooed me away and I was left to my own devices. I decided to go home and think about how successful I'd been so far.

...

Once home, I started to cry tears of joys. "I did it! I did it, I did it, dint-dint-dint-dint-dint-dint-dint-dint-dint-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo! Yeah!"

Suddenly, my brain woke up. Yo, Nutty!

What is it, brain?

Do you understand how amazing that just was?

YES! I got to go on a date AND make out with the girl of my dreams!

So...what are you gonna do next?

What do you mean?

Well, Pinkie Pie already invited you to see her in action...you gonna go?

'Course I'm gonna go!

And you have a tux?

Why would I need -- yes, I have a tux!

So you're ready for your second date with Pinkie Pie?

Obviously! I -- holy crap I'm going on a SECOND date with the most beautiful girl in the world?! HOW DID I GET A FIRST DATE IN THE FIRST PLACE?!?!?!

Ow! Shit, dude, you hurt my ears!

You're a brain, silly! You don't have ears!

Yeah, but I can listen just fine!

The next night, after scrounging up enough money to buy a tux...

*Knock knock knock*

*Creak*

"Hello?" asked Mrs. Cake, squinting through the darkness. "Who's there?"

"It's me!" I said excitedly. "I mean, um...ih-it's Nutty."

"Oh!...Nice tux." She gave me a quick hug and brought me inside. "Pinkie Pie's been talking about you all day!"

"Really?!" I asked. "What has she been saying?"

"Well, when she wasn't busy with the excess amounts of bakery sweets she's been making -- and that's saying something -- she's mainly been talking about Applejack's APPLUBUCKIN' Hoedown and how excited she is to take you."

And then, a familiar chirp filled the air.

"Is that Nutty out there?" asked Pinkie.

"Yes!" said Mrs. Cake. "He's sharp and ready for you!"

"Oh...welp, tell him he's gonna get messy again!"

Heh heh heh, said my brain. Wait, what am I --

_______

Two minutes later, I was helping Pinkie Pie finish up the last batch of cupcakes before we had to leave. She was standing directly behind me, her hands around mine as we mixed the flour together.

Eventually, we were ready to put on the finishing touches -- the sprinkles and frosting. She showed me how to decorate the top of the cupcake with ease, and luckily, I'm a quick learner. I put a pink heart on the last one, turned around, and promptly made out with her.

"Mmm!" She licked her lips after we were done. "Frosting!"

Obviously, we had to try some along the way.

Finally, it was time to go. And by "time to go", I mean Pinkie looked down at her watch, said "OH SHIT I'M LATE!" and we carted the goodies out as fast as we could, with Mr. and Mrs. Cake holding their children and waving goodbye behind us.

After nearly having the tray-mobile tip from a silly filly speeding by on her scooter (SCOOT-SCOOTALOO) and, later, a rock that we rolled over because I was too busy staring at Pinkie, we were there.

AppleBUD -- I-I mean, Applejack, greeted us.

"HEY Y'ALL! IT'S TIME FOR BUCKIN'!"

With Vinyl Scratch and Octavia on the bass, the party was thumpin'. We were in Applejack's barn, where streamers and party poppers littered the floor. I was almost tempted to go up and rap, but then I saw the rest of the Mane 6 join the party. DAMN! My brain thought.

I walked up to Rainbow Dash with Pinkie, and prayed she'd had a little too much cider before she came to get psyched for the party...she is an alcoholic, after all, and I asked: "Hey Dashie, would you give Pinkie Pie a kiss on the lips for me?"

(I knew Pinkie'd be down.)

"Well..."

Pinkie stepped in. "I always had kind of a girl crush on Dashie, so of course we'll kiss."

"Wait...I never agreed to this -- " Rainbow Dash's lip movement was stopped movement was stopped suddenly by Pinkie's lip movement. Her hand stroked Pinkie's hair as their tongues knotted each other.

AND I HAD THE BIGGEST SMILE.

"Oh...oh fuck, Pinkie..." Dashie's eyes rolled to the back of her head as Pinkie Pie gave her a hickey and she was spent. (Ten. Seconds. FLAT.)

With Rainbow Dash passed out and everybody going "DAMN!" (heheheh) I decided to say something. I picked up a mic and I said: "Hey! My name is Nutty. Pinkie Pie is amazing and she and I baked these awesome treats for you." (Round of applause) "So please be sure to eat ALL of them before you go, because otherwise we'll have to cart them all the way back to Sugarcube Corner." *BOOM!* A thunderclap sounded and Narendrops started pouring down. "In the rain."

A random scream happened somewhere in the background and mostly everybody ran out of the barn, which was the exact opposite of what you'd think they'd do. But no. I was still on the mic, so I yelled "OH COME ON!" and I heard Applejack say something about "MY APPLES!" as she ran out too. I was confused, don't get me wrong, but at least I was alone with Pinkie.

And now we had to cart the treats back. Shit. "Yo Pinkie!" I walked over to her and hit her with an idea. "How about instead of carting the treats back, we leave them here for later and we instead use the cart as cover? We could still get one cupcake each."

After we picked up (and ate) our cupcakes, I thanked her. "I just wanna say thank you for making out with Dashie."

"OOH! That was my pleasure!" She blushed and giggled. "But let's go."

We ended up only eating one cupcake each, as was planned (Pinkie ate the heart one), and then, being the sexy little minx she is, Pinkie crawled into the cart and I wheeled her outside (the barn doors were open already).

It was raining like crazy, and we...DIDN'T EVEN LIKE, LOOKWEJUSTSPRINTEDFASTERANDFASTERUNTILTHECARTALMOSTTIPPEDBUTMYTRUELOVEWASFINEANDTHENWE made it to the front door of Sugarcube Corner, shaken not stirred.

As I was completely out of breath and Pinkie was catching hers, I looked up at the sky. It was dark and the moon was in full view.

Wow! I thought. Luna and Skippy must be having a wonderful time! Then, I remembered it was raining and I was suddenly worried about my...wait.

"Hey, Pinks?"

"Yeah, what up?"

"Are you officially my girlfriend now?

"SILLY!" She squealed and wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me as water cascaded down her perfect form. Also, I was soaked too. She stepped back to look me in the eye as she replied with: "Of course!"

Then, we tried the door. Locked. Mr. and Mrs. Cake apparently didn't think we'd be back.

"Do you have a key?" I asked her.

"Nope! Left it on mah bed!" She said.

"MYAHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!: I screamed. Pinkie interrupted: "But here's a ladder. We could lean it against the building and climb up to my bedroom."

"Okay, sounds good." As I helped Pinkie set up the ladder, my brain started chanting: Pinkie's bedroom, Pinkie's bedroom, Pinkie's bedroom.

Ms. Pie started to climb up, but when she was about halfway there she fell (PINKIE NOO!!!) but then I caught her like the beautiful damsel in distress she was. I carried her by walking up the ladder and staring into her deep-blue eyes...then I almost fell, so I jumped down with her in my arms and we agreed to start over.

We got up the slippery ladder eventually, Pinkie unlatched her window, and we crawled in.

~THE BEST PART EVER!!!~

Pinkie Pie turned the dimswitch on just enough that I could see her in all her glory. After we took off our shoes and socks, she started out by kissing me again, then I kissed her neck and moved myself down to her breasts. She then stopped me to take off her shirt and bra, which (DAMN!) really had me going. As I was gaping at her well-rounded chest, Pinkie took off my shirt. She slowly put my head down into her breasts, whispering to me to "Do whatever you want."

I gave them both a good LOOOONG shake of my head as I nuzzled them, then I draaaaagged my tongue all over them and the rest of her body and kissed them both for good measure.

She pulled down her pants and underwear and showed off her cute pink pussy shag carpet run-way.

"Lick me down here now, Nutty!" She said seductively as she flopped down on her back on her bed, legs spread out.

I had to actively strain myself to not cum right then and there.

And, of course, I did what I was told. I attempted to crawl forward seductively, but nearly stubbed my toe. Shaking off the potential hazard, I instead dove right in (literally) and started licking away.

"Mmmmm!!!!!!!!!!!!" Pinkie took control of my head and shoved me in further by way of thrusting.

Then, after I overwhelmed my tongue muscle to the point of extinction, I allowed myself a breather as Pinkie came all over me and her bed. I decided to use this as an advantage.

I took my clothes off now, slowly and unsurely, hesitantly, but also excitedly and in a mock seductiveness. I'm sure you know the feeling. Pinkie Pie looked at my dick and squealed in excitement.

"AWW! It's so cute!" I blushed as my dick grew bigger.

"Aw!" Pinkie said again. "It thinks it's people!"

Pinkie decidedly stopped toying with me and kept being perfect. She got down on her knees and started playing. Spinning it around. Wiggling it. Touching the head to her nose and saying "BOOP!" -- (which, I'll admit, was one of the cutest things I've seen in a long time.)

"Fuck, Pinkie...do you want me to keep outlasting you or not?"

"Okay, okay." She replied. "Here you go."

She started to suck on my balls first. Then she licked around the shaft. And around. And up and down and side to side and FUCK she just went crazy until she got to the tip and then:

"Gogh-gog-gog-gogh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Mmmmmmmmmm!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It tastes so GOOD I just want to stick it all over me!!!" She rubbed it on her face and then put it in between her breasts and started pumping. "Wheeee!!!!!!!!!" She giggled and jiggled.

"Oh Sweet Celestia I'm gonna cum!!!" Pinkie lifted my dick up to her face and opened wide as I watched myself shoot burst after burst of liquid love onto her face, in her mouth, all the way down to her chest. Her magnificent chest.

I licked my cum off of her tits as I realized I still had her wetness on my face. "Wanna swap juices?" I asked.

"That's the nicest thing anyone's ever asked me!" Pinkie replied. "And yes. Yes I would."

I let her lick off some of her cum (which, admittedly, WAS as sweet and cotton candy tasting as you'd think) from my body, then I did the same to her, mine being a tad more salty, of course. I got a little bit of a boner from doing this. Then, we wrapped our arms around each other, pushed our bodies together, and our tongues swapped the other's respective cum juices as we kissed and my boner grew to full-size again.

As it brushed against Pinkie's pussy, she confided something to me by way of whispering in my ear (seductively, of course): "You know, I don't really care if you silly inside my pussy. I'd prefer it, actually!"

I started to cry a little bit as my dick let out some pre-cum and I smooched the hell out of her. Pinkie. My waifu.

Okay, I thought. Let's do this. I unwrapped myself from Pinkie and laid on my back. Pretty sure she took up one of the many missionary positions, with me on my back and her facing me, slowly easing herself onto my dick with a loud "plop!" and then leaning forward, breasts smashing into my "abs" and her beautiful face just close enough to kiss. Perfect.

We wrapped our arms around each other's nude backs again, and then I started grabbing and rubbing her firm but plump ass as she started out bouncing slow, low, and almost hesitantly (like a pogo stick), but as she went on...

"Oh my gosh!" Pinkie cried as she barraged me with a flurry of kisses from the aforementioned ass-grab. "Yes, Nutty! Fuck me harder!"

"Oh Pinkie! I love you so much! You're so perfect!" I thrusted and thrusted and thrusted and thrustedandthrustedandthrusted and THRUSTEDANDTHRUSTEDANDTHRUSTED until we hit a climax where we were hugging, fucking, and kissing at the same time and I came so far inside her pussy, it drenched her clitoris in jizz and forced it to clench my dick inside of her more, which in turn made us hug each other almost as tightly as a boa constrictor coils around its prey and kiss each other until our lips turned blue.

IT. WAS. GREAT.

After I pulled out, and saw that Pinkie's eyes were looking a little bloodshot, (pretty sure she said she'd been up since 2:00 A.M. making cupcakes) we both shared a silent nod to turn off the dim-switch we'd kept on and went to bed. Of course, I kissed her goodnight.

The next morning, it finally dawned on me what I had done. I had sex with Pinkie Pie! I panicked a little. What if she woke up and realized she didn't like what she saw? What if -- whilst involuntarily slapping myself, my brain screamed GET A HOLD OF YOURSELF, MAN! She obviously likes you. Now, YOU need to return the favor.

With what? I asked my brain.

What else? A party, my brain replied.

I crawled out of bed and looked to see Pinkie still dozing. I found a pad of notes on her nightstand and a pen. Probably her dairy. Not wanting to snoop (doggy dogg!), I shut my eyes and flipped until I figured there was a blank page. Luckily, I found one, and wrote:

~ Bye silly! I had a REALLY fun time last night. But I've got to go now...I'm planning a party! And don't worry, I didn't look through this. Love ya!

~ Nutty

*Two days later*

So, uh, yeah. Planning a party is surprisingly easy when your girlfriend is Pinkie Pie. I told her best of friends that I wanted to honor her, and they were all onboard.

Well, today's the day to party. I'm graciously hosting it in Sugarcube Corner (of course) and...

"Oh, hey Derpy!"

She looked at me with golden derp-eyes as she walked inside the store. "Doh, hey Nutty!" She made muffins for the occasion, and they smelled heavenly. I followed behind her. Then I realized I hadn't seen Pinkie in TWO WHOLE DAYS! This saddened me a little.

I looked over and saw Princess Luna (in blue-and-black socks...she must be back from the Moon!) dancing with a friend of mine, Troll. I quickly bowed to her, waved to him, (I think they like each other) and addressed everyone there.

"Hey, thanks so much for coming to my party! It means a lot! Now, did someone tell Pinkie to be here in exactly one minute?"

Rainbow Dash looked at me from across the room. "Yep, I did."

"Awesome," I replied. "Okay, everybody, HIDE!"

We all hid and waited for Pinkie to walk in.

About 42 seconds later, she did. She looked heavenly. She wore pink and black lipstick (colors forming in and out of each other) with blue pants, a black spaghetti-thin shirt that was pulled down from her shoulder on one side and covered by a light grey, unzipped jacket. Her hair was in a ponytail, but as she walked in, she untied in, revealing her long curly hair. She looked almost goth-ish, but in a sexy, upbeat, Pinkie Pie-way.

It was strange.

Everyone got up then and yelled "Surprise!" to her as she gasped and giggled, which was very characteristic of her, regardless of her attire.

Dashie looked at me from across the room again. "GO." She whispered.

I did. I followed my heart's desire and ended up at the mercy of my true love.

"Hey, Nutty!" Pinkie Pie exclaimed. "You planned all this for ME?"

"Yes, I did, and I was wondering..." I said as my eyes started to water and I got down on one knee and whipped out an opened black ring box with a beautiful light-blue balloon-shaped jewel encased in the ring that was inside...

~THE BETTER BESTEST PART EVER!!!!!!!!!!!!~

"Pinkieamena "Pinkie" Diane Pie, will you marry me?"

"OHMIGOSH YESSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes yes yes!"

Pinkie's eyes welled up as I got up to embrace her and was met with a frenzy of tear-soaked kisses and then, of course, the biggest hug ever.

                                                                                                                  The End

(Thank you turkey)