It's lunchtime over here at Canterlot high, as I sit with my friends close to the windows. The place is rather loud because of everyone excited of two things:
- Graduation
- Pinkie Pie is having a party and everyone is invited.
I'm not sure if I want to go, unless my friends want to come along. My name is Garth, a nineteen-year-old about to graduate Canterlot high. I have short black hair, wearing glasses, and quite a shy guy. I know I have two friends, but I feel as though two isn't enough.
Since middle school, the people I once knew began to change and act different than what we once were when were younger. I knew a girl who was a nice girl, but she then changed into quite a snotty showoff who likes to flirt with other guys. Out of everyone around here in Canterlot high, Pinkie is the only girl who hasn't changed at all. I don't know much about her, but she's always the cheerful one and loves to make people smile. We need more girls like her in our lives; feels like there aren't enough like her out there. I never talked to her, but you could say I've seen her since elementary school and she's always making everyone's day perfect.
Now, I've mentioned that I have two friends, right? Well, the guy beside me on the left is Brad; the kind of guy that the girls would die for. He's one of the popular kids around here and yet, he is friends with a dork like me. I always like those kind of friendships where there's a nerdy/loser that is friends with the popular/cool kid. We became friends back in freshman year, when I was beginning to understand more of the school. To describe this guy, he's got muscles that makes the ladies gawk at him, likes to wear T-shirts, has long black hair, green eyes, and the two of us just so happen to enjoy Pink floyd.
My other friend on my right is Darren, a musician when it comes to a saxophone. Seriously, when I came to hear his music back in our sophomore, he surprised me by playing the theme of Cowboy Bebop. My mind was blown; I never knew there could be a guy who is a year younger than I, playing Tank! by the Seatbelts. He has light blue hair, yellow eyes, light purple skin, and has a scar on his shoulder from an accident he had back in middle school when he was skateboarding.
"So, Garth," said Brad, closing the cap of his coke. "I won't be able to come to the party."
"How come?" I asked, crumpling up my now empty lunch bag.
"Because my family is already having a party over at my grandma's. So, I won't be able to make it."
"What about you, Darren?" I asked, looking over to him.
"I have to perform for my family for my graduation party," he replied. "Looks like you'll have to be on your own. Sorry, buddy."
"Oh... well..."
"Garth," said Brad, wrapping his arm around my neck. "You'll have a fun time. Don't worry. Perhaps you'll meet some chicks over there that you haven't gotten to talk to."
"I-well, I... uh."
"Garth," he said in a serious tone. "Go to the party, man up, and meet some girls. This may be your last time you'll be able to see any of those girls again, until you meet them by coincidence somewhere."
"I guess," I said with a shrug.
"Garth, you are going to that party. As your friend, I really care about you and you need to meet some girls. I met a girl online and we have been chatting with one another on Skype."
"You never told me that," I said with surprise.
"I met a nice girl named Octavia," said Darren. "She likes the way I play on the sax and got me a gig in the upcoming month."
"Wow! Congrats, man."
"See, Garth," said Brad, releasing me. "We met girls. Now it's time you met one. What's your type of girl? Nice one? Bad girls?"
"Uh... well, I actually do have a crush on this one girl," I said, looking away.
"Oh?" said both Brad and Darren. "Who?"
"It's... Pinkie."
"So you like the kind of girls that are crazy, yet sweet?" asked Darren.
"I find her my type of girl," I replied. "She makes so many people smile and never has she failed to do so. I like a girl that can make people feel happy."
"Well, Garth," smirked Brad. "Go to her party and talk to her."
"Speaking of," said Darren, looking behind us.
Brad and I turn around, seeing Pinkie hand out lollipops to students, one by one. As she finishes with the table behind us, she walks towards us, making my heart race.
"Hey fellas," she said in a cheerful mood. "Have a lollipop."
"Thanks, Pinkie," said Brad, as she hands him a lollipop.
"Thanks," I said, as I nervously grab ahold of the lollipop stick.
"Say, Pinkie," said Darren, as he grabs ahold of his lollipop.
"What's up, buddy?" she asked, zooming towards him like a lightning bolt.
"My friend, Garth," he said, patting my back. "He'd like to talk to you."
"Wh-"
"Yeah," said Brad, cutting me off. "He'd like to talk to you and he says he's a fan of coming to your party."
"You're coming to the party?!" she gasped, as she scoots between Darren to sit beside me. "This is so unlike you, Garth. You usually don't come to any of my parties."
"This time," said Darren. "He'd love to. He wants to be a great sport and spend some time with everyone, including yourself."
"Oh goodie," she said, smiling widely.
"We'll leave you two be," said Brad, as he and Darren leave the table.
"Thanks for the lollipops, Pinkie," said Darren, as he and Brad walk away.
"Anytime, guys," she said, waving to them.
"I'm going to kill you guys," I thought, as my heart beats very quickly. "Why would you do this to me?!"
"So, Garth," she said, looking towards me. "What is it you'd like to talk about? Cake? Confetti? Party cannon?! I'm just so excited!!"
"Heh, yeah," I said, as a bead of sweat goes down my brow. "Would... you mind if... I come over?"
"Of course you can," she said with a giggle. "I invited nearly everyone in Canterlot High to come to my party. I want this party to be a day to remember."
"I'm guessing your friends will be there too, huh?"
"Sure they will. They are my friends. What kind of cookies do you like? I plan on making a lot of them for tonight."
"Do you know how to make sugar cookies?"
"Sure."
"I have a craving for those."
"I'll make a bunch, just for you," she said, poking my nose.
I can feel the blood rushing into my head, making me flush.
"Thanks, Pinkie," I said, looking away out of shyness. "You know, you're... quite a nice girl."
"I love being a nice girl," she said with a giggle. "I always love to see smiles from everyone."
"It's a very good trait you have, Pinkie," I said, giving her a soft smile. "It's what makes you a good person. We... need more girls like you out there."
"You really think so?" she said, forming a blush on her cheeks.
"Yeah," I nodded. "People like you are amazing."
"Thanks, Garth," she said, giving me a tight hug.
Suddenly, the bell rings, making students leave the cafeteria and to their next classes.
"Time to go," said Pinkie, still hugging me. "But before I do."
I then felt a quick touch of her lips touching my cheeks, making my mind go blank.
"See you at the party tonight," she said, releasing me and dashing off.
I slowly stood up and place a hand from where she kissed. My mind was trying to hold together on reality, yet, I was clung onto la la land. My mind was filled with happiness and joy. I haven't felt like this in a long time; not since I went to Disneyland back when I was six. I was suddenly brought back to reality, as Pinkie rocks me back and forth.
"Garth," she said, still shaking me. "Get yourself together, silly! Time to get to class!"
"Wha?! Oh!" I said, as I shake my head a few times. "Thanks, Pinkie."
"Get going!" she said, as I get up.
The two of us rushed out, then taking separate ways. As I rush towards class, I thought back again on that kiss.
"I can't believe she kissed me," I thought, as my mind began to cloud again.
Before I could see it coming, I slip and fell on my behind. Feeling a sting of pain, I slowly get up to see Janitor Discord looking down at me with a questionable look. He brings a hand down, helping me bring myself up.
"You okay, young man?" he asked, cocking a brow as I straighten out my shirt.
"Sorry, Mister Discord," I said, walking past him. "It won't happen again."
As I walk closer and closer to class, I think about the graduation party. Perhaps, I will go; Brad and Darren are right.
"I need to make this party a night to remember," I thought before entering class.
Author's Note
Gonna add some song links in here. Hopefully they'll be nice while reading along with the story.
Green link: start
Red: stop song
Enjoy, my fellow readers and followers 
The Party
The graduation ceremony went well. I stood in front of the school with a bunch of other students with smiles on their faces. Once we finished, we tossed our graduation caps in the air and jumped with joy. After that, my friends and I went over to get ice cream over at downtown, which felt nice. We now sit in one of the booths, looking outside as time passes by with a little of conversation here and there.
"So," said Darren. "We finally graduated."
"Yep," said Brad, before taking a sip of his milkshake. "Our high school lives are done."
"If you guys want," I said. "Let's come over to my house and play some games. I don't mind."
"It's... it's just that things are gonna change, Garth," said Brad.
"What do you mean?"
"We may have to move away from each other. I plan on moving into the big city. I want to live over in New York."
"You sure?" said Darren. "It's a rather busy place."
"But I love it over there. I can care less about the crowds. My dream is to become an artist over there and to meet the woman of my dreams."
"She lives in New York?" I asked.
"Yeah. She says she doesn't mind me moving with her and her family. I'll get a job and soon, we'll have a place of our own."
"That's quite the quiet life, Brad."
"Don't worry, guys. I don't mind coming back to town and spending some time with you guys. It's not like she's gonna keep me in New York forever."
"What about you, Darren?" I asked, as he finishes his last spoonful of peppermint chip.
"Octy and I are gonna be going over to Chicago for the gig I told you guys earlier. We plan on being over there for a while, then if things work out, we'll live there."
"You must really like her, Darren. Huh?" said Brad.
"She's a nice girl. I hope the two of us get married and start a family. I always wanted kids."
"But if you become a musician," I said. "Wouldn't that mean you'll be away from family?"
"I plan on doing music in clubs. There's bound to be those over there."
"What about you, Garth? What are your future plans?"
"You guys know I want to be a writer, right?"
"Yeah," said Darren with a nod.
"We know," said Brad. "You always said back when we were younger that you wanted to be as good as JK Rowling or Stephen King."
"I doubt I'll be that famous, but I hope I get a little of fame. Fame can change a person and I don't want to change."
"That's what I like about you, Garth," said Brad. "You're willing to sacrifice most of your fame to be yourself, instead of caring are about money and ignoring the people that mean a lot to you."
"Thanks, Brad."
"So, Garth," said Darren. "When will you be going to the party?"
"Huh? Oh! Right! Well, I gave it some thought and I am willing to go to the party tonight."
"Good for you, Garth," said Brad. "I knew there was some courage deep within you. Go and make Pinkie fall for you."
"Don't you think it's too early to make a move on her?"
"I don't think so. It's time you tell her your true feelings about her."
"I... I guess I'll do that."
"Do it. You did say you like her personality. Come on, Garth. You got hair on your peaches or what?"
"Shut up," I said with a chuckle.
The three of us end up laughing so hard, we nearly catch the attention of everyone around us. We look back and stopped our laughing, making everyone go back to what they are doing from before we interrupted. Things went silent again, as we look outside to see the sun setting behind the buildings across from us.
"He's right," I thought. "I should tell her my true feelings."
The place went somewhat quiet, as one by one, people left the establishment. For us three, we were the last to exit.
Two hours have passed, as nighttime came and I stand in front of Pinkie's house with a bead of sweat coming down my brow. For tonight, I wear my 'party hard' shirt that shows a passed-out character with a slice of cake on his head and my necklace with a fake ruby in the middle. I kinda look stupid, but this is a party and stupid things are willing to come from them.
"Okay," I said. "I'll go in there, have fun, and tell Pinkie my feelings for her. How hard can it be?"
As I walk up to the door, more people park around the area before exiting their vehicles. One of them happens to be Octavia and her friend Vinyl. I then find myself in front of the door and gave it a knock. Instantly, before I could blink, Pinkie shows up and opens it widely, blasting loud music from within. Pinkie herself is not wearing her usual clothing, but happens to be wearing pink short-shorts and a blue tank top, showing a bit of her cleavage.
"Garthy," she shouts with glee. "You made it!"
"As promised," I said, feeling my throat going dry.
"Come on in. Enjoy yourself. I also have to introduce you to my friends."
As I walk in, inside looks livelier than it is outside. Loud dance music blasts through the house, along with Vinyl behind the DJ system talking to Octavia in the living room. Everyone else is either talking with friends, dancing in the middle of the living room, eating food from the table in the middle of the kitchen, and some people in the backyard dancing in the fresh air. I was very nervous to talk to anyone, but then I saw Pinkie in the kitchen, waving her hand to get my attention.
"Garth!" she shouts. "Over here! Meet my besties!"
I walk up towards her and her friends, making my hands preparing to sweat of being nervous to talking to girls who I barely talk to.
"Nice to meet you, Garth," said the girl with dark purple hair. "I'm Twilight. Twilight Sparkle."
"Nice to meet you," I said, as I stick out my hand.
As we shake hands, I can definitely feel my hands starting to sweat. I let go of her hand, not wanting her to notice.
"Charmed," said the girl with a triple-diamond hairpin, giving me a curtsey. "Rarity."
"Nice to meet you, Miss Rarity," I said, scratching the back of my head.
"Howdy, Garth," said the girl with a cowboy hat. "Name's Applejack."
"H-howdy," I said with an awkward chuckle.
"Nice to meet you, bud," said the girl with rainbow hair, holding out her hand. "The name's Rainbow Dash, but you can call me Dashie for short."
"Nice to meet you, Dashie," I said, shaking her hand.
"You okay there, buddy?" she asked. "Your hand's rather sweaty."
"S-sorry," I said, pulling my hand back. "I'm a shy guy."
"I know how you feel," said the girl with light-pink hair. "I'm... Fluttershy."
"Come again?" I asked.
"... Fluttershy," repeated the girl.
"Nice to meet you, Fluttershy," I said, smiling.
"Nice to meet you, too," said a familiar female voice from behind me.
As I turn around, I was looking eye-to-eye with the girl who bullied many during my time at Canterlot High. IT was none other than Sunset Shimmer, smiling friendly in front of me, giving me her hand to shake.
"D-don't hurt me," I said, feeling my legs wobble.
"What?" she said, cocking a brow. "I'm not gonna hurt you. I notice you talking to my friends here and I'd like to know who they're talking to."
"Oh... s-sorry," I said, feeling rather embarrassed to be freaking out. "It's Garth, S-sunset."
"Don't worry about me hurting you," she said with an awkward chuckle, as we shake hands. "I'm not that girl anymore. You can thank these six."
As we stop out shaking, I look back to the girls, smiling friendly.
"Say Garth," said Pinkie. "Care to meet my sisters?"
"Uh, sure," I said with a nod.
She grabs my hand, making my heart skip a beat. Her hand felt soft and warm; this was the first time I ever held a girl's hand. As she drags me around the living room, I can feel my cheeks getting warmer and warmer. I can't believe from her touch that I'm already blushing so hard. She looks back at me, then cocks her brow.
"You okay, Garth?" she asked. "Your face is really red. Like as red as a cherry, red."
"Oh!" I said, shaking my head. "I-it's nothing. It's kinda hot in here."
"You're hot?" she giggled. "It's not even that warm tonight."
"I guess I must be hot then," I said with an awkward chuckle.
"Are you sick? Come with me, I'll help you."
She yanks my hand, bringing me upstairs with her and taking a left and into her room. She places me down on the end of her bed, then shuts the door, making the outside noises go quiet. She comes back and sits beside me, placing a hand on my forehead. My heartbeat goes wild, as she looks into my eyes, while feeling my body temp.
"You feel hot," she said. "Are you sick?"
"N-no," I said. "Everything just went so hot so suddenly."
"Is it... love, perhaps?" she said with a smirk.
"I g-guess," I said, looking away from her gaze.
She takes her hand off of my forehead and scoots ever-so closer to me.
"Do you like me, Garth?" she asked.
"I... well, I actually had a crush on you for quite a while. You are the best person I know. You always bring smiles to people's faces and... that's my favorite trait about you that I like."
She blushes, smiling softly. She takes my left hand, slips her fingers past mine and holds it tightly.
"Garth," she said. "I've had my eye on you for a while and... I too was shy to talk, until today."
"Heh. Looks like we're both shy to talk to one another, huh?"
"Garth, I'd like us to become very good friends," she said, before bringing her face close to mine and rubbing the tip of my nose with hers.
My heart was beating rather un-normal; it felt as though my heart is gonna pop. I breathed in, then breathed out, slowing down my heart rate. I look her in the eye and place my other hand on her back. I pull her close to myself and plant my lips upon hers, making my heart slowly beat at a normal pace. Pinkie allows this, as she places both her hands on my cheeks and slips her tongue into my mouth, trying to take control of the situation. Her tongue rolls around my own, slithering like a snake. We then pull our lips away from one another, letting each other breathe.
"Garth," she said. "I want this night to be special."
"What would you like to do next?" I asked.
She goes into her pocket and pulls out a small piece of chocolate. Instead of eating it, she unwraps t, then drops it between her breasts.
"Come and get my chocolate," she said in a sultry voice.
I bring my hand over, but was stopped by her grabbing my wrist gently.
"With your tongue, silly," she said with a giggle.
I retract my hand, before having Pinkie bring her hands to the back of my head and pulling my face between her breasts. It was troublesome having to breathe, but I felt the chocolate close to my lips. I stick out my tongue and brought it into my mouth, tasting its sugary taste inside my mouth as it melts. I look up to Pinkie, who gives me her usual smile.
"Would you like something else sweet?" she asked.
I gave her a nod, as she releases me from her grip, then taking off her tank top with her breasts bouncing out. Seeing them is making my member grow hard. She reaches into her pocket and pulls out another piece of chocolate.
"Before we do this, take off your shirt," she said, before placing the chocolate between her teeth.
I reach down the bottom of my shirt and pulling it up, then tossing it aside. Pinkie immediately presses her chest against mine, as she brings her mouth close to mine. The two of us chomp on each half, before the two of us continued slipping our tongues between our mouths while tasting the chocolate. As the chocolate melts away, we pull our mouths away then swallowed what was left.
"That tasted delicious," said Pinkie, licking her lips. "I want more."
"What kind of sweetness would you like next?" I asked.
She looks down, then gives out a small gasp.
"My gosh," she said.
I look down to notice the large bulge in my pants, making me gasp and look away from her out of embarrassment.
"S-sorry," I said. "You're too sexy."
"Sexy?" she said, pressing her breasts against my back and slipping her hands under my arms to feel my rock-hard member. "From seeing your hard popsicle, I can tell."
She then unbuttons my pants, then zips down the fly, showing off more of my hard member from within my red boxers. She takes a finger and circles around the head, making it twitch.
"Y-you're such a tease," I moaned, as she slips her thumbs under my boxers.
"I'm gonna enjoy this," she said, as she pushes my boxers off, making my member fling back up. "Oh! Your cock is so hard. Are you that excited?"
She uses her right arm, giving my member strokes, as I can feel a wet sensation on my shoulder, coming from her tongue. She slides along my skin, until she reaches to my earlobe. I can clearly hear her breathing into my ear, as she bites gently onto my earlobe, giving it a few tugs.
"Y-you're really g-good, Pinkie," I moan, as she strokes my member quicker.
"Not as good as what's next," she whispered, as she let's go of my member.
She goes to my side, pushes me gently onto my back, making me feel comfortable on the covers of her soft bed. Looking at her from my right, she pulls down her shorts, along with her pink panties that were a tad soaked. She looks at me with lust in her eyes, as she drops her shorts and panties to the floor. She proceeds to seduce me, as she climbs above me with her lower lips above my twitching member, watching to go inside so badly.
"Pinkie," I said, looking into her lustful gaze. "Thank you, for making this party worth going to."
"You're welcome, Garthy," she said with a giggle. "Now please, let me have some of your man milk."
She slowly goes down, making the head prod against her pussy lips, making her body shudder. She then proceeds, as my shaft slowly goes within her, making the two of us moan.
"My God," I moaned. "This feels... so good."
"I can feel it pulsing within me," she said, as she slowly goes up and down the length of my member. "My goodness, Garth. Your cock... It's... too good."
She goes up and down my length, making her breasts jump along with her, making the blood go over to my penis, as it comes ever-so hard. I've never felt such pleasure like this; I'm used to masturbating to porn, but this is a whole other ballgame. I'm actually having sex with the girl of my dreams. I love the sounds of her moans, they're just so sexy to listen to.
"Happy g-graduation, Garth," she said, as she goes down my length quicker.
"Th-thanks, Pinks," I said, reaching to grab her breasts.
"Y-yes," she moans, as my palms feel the softness of her bosom. "Grope my marshmallows."
"Oh, G-God," I moaned. "I'm gonna cum!"
"Cum inside," she moans. "I want your milk inside me! Empty all the spilled milk!"
I help Pinkie, as the two of us slam into one another, making the room filled with the sounds of slapping flesh. I wanted to enjoy this moment a little more, but too late, my semen spreads into her, making the two of us stop in place. I bring my head down, breathing heavily as I look up at Pinkie's ceiling that has a few candy canes.
"Did this made your night worth it?" she asked, as I look up to her.
As I look at her, I'm rather surprised to see her not dripping an inch of sweat all over her naked body. I feel tired, but her, she looks like she could go for another round or two.
"Uh... yeah," I said, still unsure to why she isn't sweating.
"What's wrong, Garth?" she asked.
"How is it that... you're not sweating?"
"I'm still so full of energy," she said with a smile, as she gets off my now limp member. "I can still go for another round, if you'd like."
"Uh... not now, I'm spent."
"Want to sleep over? I'll make you some breakfast in the morning."
"Uh... sure, I'd like that. You'd actually do that?"
She takes a finger and pokes my nose.
"Boop," she said, as she retracts her finger. "Of course, I will. Get some rest and I'll see you in the morning, Garthy."
"Goodnight, Pinks," I said before giving out a yawn.
"Goodnight, Garthy," she said, as she gets off the bed and reaches down for her clothes. "Don't let the bed bugs bite."
I let out a chuckle before my vision goes blurry and leaving everything blank.
