Pessimistic Pony Book 1 Pissy Moods and Perfect Dudes.

Time to Wake Up~~~" He heard being whispered softly into his ear. "Hnng..." He moaned softly, fidgeting. "SWEET MOTHER OF CELESTIA I'VE BEEN TRYING THIS FOR OVER AN HOUR! WAKE THE FLUFF UP!" The same soft voice screamed. "OH MY GLOB'S OF ICING! I'm awake." He screamed and then suddenly went calm. "You gotta go out and do something today." The soft voice said. He opened his eyes to the wonderful sight of his naked friend Stella. "Get your Double D's off my chest and let me get dressed." Pow said curling his upper lip. She squished them against h chest and rubbed up and down. "Oh but Pow don't you like this?" She asked pouting. "Yes. But I need to get DRESSED." He said and pushed her off. "And so do you." He said, putting his '*Cock Pockets' on. He put his jeans on over them and sighed, putting his Thick Rimmed Glasses on and falling against the spinning chair. The girl with rainbow wings on her back came back and leaned against his door, a tight red shirt squeezing her breasts. "Put on something less intimate." He said, not even looking at her. "But you don't even know what I'm wearing!" She squealed, pouting again. "A tight red shirt, no bra.... Pink Bow in your hair, white panties that'll get ruined throughout the day from the way I speak some times and then your favorite black skirt." He sighed after he said this, putting his grey sleeveless on. "Damn you." She whispered, leaving the room. He left the room, turning off the light and shutting the door, looking pleased. He sat at the table, eating some random chocolate cereal, slurping up the milk and then wiping his face with a cloth. Stella came back into the room wearing a loose fitting black T, booty shorts and some cowgirl boots. "There. That's more acceptable. Hey!" He exclaimed smiling. "You even put on a bra!" "Shut the fluff up." She said after he continued. "Aw but sweetie I wouldn't want to quiet my dirty mouth." He said, kissing her lips softly. Stella blushed and then hit his face. "What the Hell!?" He screamed, his eyes going wide. "That's for being an ass hole." She said, closing her eyes. He sighs once more and puts his beanie on, sitting in the same chair. "Wake up Pessimistic Pony!" Stella screamed, shoving her hands in his face. "What?" He asked, utterly confused. "Stop being so sad all the time. Stop being so Hum Drum. GO OUT AND DO SOMETHING! BE LIKE YOUR BROTHER! HAVE BABIES!" "Shut up. You're to loud." He said after her ranting. "Fine." She said pouting. "I'm gonna visit my brother" He said yawning. "Can I come?" Stella asked, already packing her suitcase. "Fine. But if you're to annoying you're going home." He said yawning again. "If I die on the way... Which I might... Tell my brother that I love him and that I hope mom is proud of me." He said a single tear falling from his eye. "Pessimistic Pony." Stella mumbled. "What was that?" Pow asked, looking at her, eyebrows raised. "Nothing." She said, jumping onto Pow's skateboard. "You can fly. Get off of my board." He said, grabbing his backpack. "Fine." She pouted again. "Stop pouting. IT's not cute. It's ANNOYING." He said, glaring at her. "Celestia man what's up your ass?" She asked, pulling her head back, flapping her wings. "Everything. You told me I had no life. That'd make you mad wouldn't it?" He asked, rolling down the hill, his helmet hanging loose. She sighed and just followed. ~What am I going to do with you?~ She asked herself, staying close.