The Door was #$%&ing Closed (and a collection of other shorts)

Pink is my Favorite Color

A Pinkie Pie Story

A Modest sequel to Calendar Girls

Waking up Pinkie stretched as she opened her light blue eyes. The night before had been something of an interesting one. Normally she worked at Silly Billy’s Pizza and Arcade. Her job was that of the Party Planner. She filled in a few other places, and she also worked at Sugar Cube corner for the Cakes every so often, but more often than not she would be at Silly’s making sure children of all ages had the best party they could.

And then the virus outbreak happened. The owner informed everyone that they would be closing for at least a month, and in that time if they had PTO they could use it. Did she want to use it? Not really, but not because she was specifically saving it. Instead she simply wanted to keep working. But things don’t always happen like people would want them to, and she found herself being off, with paid leave for three weeks, and a week of unpaid leave. Thankfully she didn’t have to spend that time alone.

“M...morning,” a soft voice said.

She grinned at the man in her bed, “Morning! You know what sounds good? Muffins! After all Muffins are naked cupcakes, kinda like how we’re naked right now!”

He didn’t act offended, and he didn’t back away, but he did blush. He was opening up more, and that was good. She understood when she became interested in him that he had years of learned behavior that had to be worked at. She knew the best thing to do was to set the change upon him, and show him love and understanding while she did. And of course letting him cream her pie helped.

She kissed him, got up, and gave an extra sway to her hips as she walked toward the kitchen. She didn’t act like she was going to get dressed, because they were in their house. They weren’t hurting anyone, and if she wanted to walk nude around here for her, and him, then she would do it. She moved to the kitchen, finding an apron, slipping it on, and tied it in place. She then gathered the muffin mix.

Fifteen minutes later, and the addition to milk, eggs, sugar, some banana chips, and a few crushed walnuts, she was putting the muffin ingredients into the pans and then slipping them into the preheated oven. She grinned as she set the timer for thirty minutes. Looking up she saw Tall Tale. He was walking into the kitchen wearing a pair of sweatpants and nothing else. She grinned as she opened the refrigerator, “Muffins will be a little bit, do you want something in the meantime?”

She slightly shifted her hips, knowing that he was looking at her as she leaned into the refrigerator to look for something to snack on. A moment later she felt his hands on her hips and she bit her lip as she waited. This was something she was ready for, and she had hoped that he was enough out of his shell that he could take the few next steps on his own.

“Yeah.. I’d like pie.”

She grinned and pressed back against his sweatpant covered crotch, “And Pie would like you,” she purred.

She felt him move, for a moment and then she felt him press into her. She moaned as he filled her, and she began to match his thrusts. Her hands laid flat on the surface of the bottom shelf, and she felt how deep he was going with each thrust. She matched him perfectly, and she could feel herself getting close. She hoped that he was as well. She thrust back against him hard, impaling herself completely on his shaft. She looked over her shoulder at him.

“Mmmm, you know what goes great with Pie?” she moaned as she pulled forward and then impaled herself completely on him again, “Lots and lots of cream!”

He grunted in an answer and she felt him fill her womb with his thick cream. She fell forward, her tongue hanging out, and she panted as she came down from the intense high of the wonderful little session they just had. She felt him pull back, and then she slowly got up. She could see him leaning against the counter, his own breathing hard, and she kissed him. Then she lightly gripped his shaft. She stroked it a few times, and went to her knees. Before he could say a word she began to take him into her mouth. He’d taken the few steps needed, and to her there was a reward that needed to be given.

She felt his hands on the back of her head, and soon she felt him go again. She swallowed, got up, and kissed him. He hugged her, neither caring that she was leaving little droplets of their love making on the tile floor. She leaned against him.

“Mmmm, that was wonderful.”

He smiled as he hugged her, “It was. Ummmm, Pinkie, I don’t know if you want to, but I’ve been wanting to ask for a while now…”

She silenced him with a kiss, “Yes I want to marry you, and I figured that I’d answer before the guy writing this could make this scene too much like that other story he wrote.”

He looked at her, smiled and shook his head, “You are so wonderfully random.”

She sighed, “Yeah, and now we’re going to be wonderfully random together.”

The ding of the timer let her know that the muffins were ready. She opened the oven, took out the tray, and then began pulling the muffins out onto a serving platter. Shortly after she passed one to him, and then she took one herself. Treats and sweets were always good, but post coital muffins were perhaps the greatest single thing to ever have existed. She bit into them, and then she wondered if anyone else had discovered how good muffins were after amazing sex.