Chapters "I need a hero!!!"
My words echoed throughout the small Volkswagen as I raced down a presumably empty street.
You might be thinking I'm singing a different song, but I'm not singing the 'Hero' by Skillet
"I'm holding out for a hero 'til the end of the night!"
Yes, its Bonnie Tyler.
Shit, I'm embarrassed now.
I want to say that I was singing along with someone, a girlfriend, maybe even a close friend, But I was all alone in the 1967 beetle. I was new in Florida and had brought only myself along. College was an option, but I had decided against it and wanted to live my life around lots of people. Even if the parents were as loaded as they are, I still had a good job for a 21 year old.
Music. Music was my passion, I loved everything about it and every kind of it. I didn't let anyone know about it, though so I wasn't exactly being paid to do it.
Anyways, enough about me.
It was a night like any rest really, the moon was shining down onto the road before me as my headlights scraped across the gravel road.
The Beetle was relatively easy to control. I quickly maneuvered around corners as they appeared and expertly drifted like in a video game.
Right turn.
Left turn.
Left tu-
"SHIT!"
THUMP!
A flash of pink appeared before me and a loud screech rang out from from the car's brakes.
What the hell was that?! I asked myself.
I quickly jumped out of my car and looked around on the road, my heart about to beat out of my chest.
Soon after I got out of the car, I found her.
A woman, maybe my age or a little younger.
I put my hands on the sides of my head and gripped my hair. I had just hit and possibly killed someone.
I quickly bent down and put my ear on her chest, cupping my hang over my other ear to listen as carefully as I could for a heartbeat...
Steady.
I exhaled like I had been holding my breath for ages, I was relieved, but hadn't fully regained composure.
I put my knees down on the concrete road and put one arm under her legs and one under her head to lift her up. She wasn't to heavy, thankfully. The last thing I had wanted was to not be able carry her to my car.
When I had gotten her into the passenger seat and secured her with the seat belt I was almost done closing the door when I heard a gasp, I quickly opened the door again and she stared at me with a look a fear.
"Don't worry, I'm gonna take you to a hospital." I said, trying to comfort her.
The girl said nothing, but she put her legs up into the seat and clutched them to her chest. That's when I realized that she only had pink panties on.
I facepalmed.
My brain screamed, look at you, I bet she thinks your some kind of rapist freak!
"Um..." I stuttered. "Did you have any pants?" I asked.
She once again, didn't respond.
I also realized she didn't have a shirt, or bra on.
I spent another five minutes scanning the road for a pair of pants, or any kind of clothes that she could cover up with. Not that I minded really, I just didn't want her to think I was a freak.
I remembered my blanket in the hood of the car, so I quickly ran to the front and popped it up, pulling out a incredibly soft blanket, along with a pillow of mine. When I closed the hood I saw the girl's eyes, a bright, sea blue that shined elegantly in the moon.
Her hair was a different story.
I didn't know what it was, the crash or she had styled it like that. Surely not. It was giant, and pink, and poofy. Like someone had put balloons in her hair.
I opened the passenger side door and moved slowly, so she didn't think I was trying to harm her, and put the blanket around her snugly, putting the pillow behind her head and leaning the seat back so she was more comfortable.
She put her legs down, but eyed me curiously, like I was alien to her.
I closed the door and went to the other side of the car, noticing the damage on the drivers side door, a small dent.
I quickly subsided the thought of my car being more important than a human life, and jumped in, shifting and taking off into the night, towards Miami.
I didn't want her to fall asleep and not wake up again, so I started up a conversation.
"My name's Robert." I said out of nowhere, watching the road. "What's yours?"
She stared at me for a few seconds, moving around her lips like she was trying to make words.
"P-p" She quietly sounded out.
"Are you alright?" I asked, looking over to her, then transitioning back to watching the road.
"Pink-" She said, "ee"
"Your name is Pinkie?" I asked in confusion.
"Yes." She said. "Pinkie Pie."
I blinked.
Pinkie Pie...
I wasn't a generic name, but I took it.
"Okay, Pinkie Pie..." I said slowly, "Can you tell me why you wandering in the road?"
She didn't answer, only snuggled down deeper into the blanket and pillow.
"And, um... Why are you naked?" I asked awkwardly.
She looked at me again, this time with a confused look.
"Naked?" She asked.
I scratched the side of my face, "Yes Pinkie Pie, people wear clothes, we don't just walk around naked."
"Why not?" She asked.
I blushed, "Well, uh... most people don't just... 'show off' like that." I said with a snicker.
"Rainbow Dash likes to show off."
"Who is Rainbow Dash?" I asked, getting even more confused.
"My friend, she's a super duper fast Pegasus!" She said, making motions with her hands then quickly eyeing her fingers. "What are these?" She asked.
"You really need a doctor." I said.
"Why? I feel fine!" She said.
She had a bit of a loud squeaky voice, kind of funny sounding. Like a toddler, but still with a level of maturity.
"You don't sound fine." I chuckled.
"Why? Is it my voice? Or should I be quiet ? Should I be loud ?" She asked, shrinking down when she said quiet and puffing out her chest when she said loud.
The blanket slid down over her thin body, exposing her breasts.
"Oooo!" She cried, "What are these for?"
She began to poke and fondle them, the girl had no self conscious around men.
"Um... Your not supposed to do that right now, Pinkie."
"Why not?"
I reached over and covered her up, so they weren't exposed anymore, besides we were getting close to Miami and if I drove up with a girl with her breasts hanging out, I wouldn't exactly make such a good impression.
She put the covers down, laughing as she did, and I put it back up.
"Do you have a house in Miami or anything?" I asked, pulling the covers up and tying them around the head rest, so it was like a sort of tent.
She couldn't figure out how to untie the knots, so she eventually gave up and peeked out from the sides.
"Nope, I live in Sugarcube Corner with Mr. and Mrs. Cake!" She exclaimed.
"Is that a store or something?" I asked, raising an eyebrow to the names.
"Yup, we sell cake, and cookies, and cupcakes, and cake..." Before she went on, I had to slam on the breaks to avoid getting hit by a passing driver.
"Asshole..." I muttered.
Pinkie Pie lunged backwards and snorted with laughter.
"What's so funny?" I asked.
"Wee!" She yelled. "Lets do that again!"
"Lets not."
I pulled into my hotel and stopped before I got out of the car, What was I going to do about her? I couldn't just walk in there with a half naked girl!
"Where is your store at?" I asked over her continuous laughter.
"In Ponyville silly!" She laughed.
I shook my head and lifted my phone up, looking for 'Ponyville' on Google Maps.
Nothing.
I was frustrated, not only was this girl naked, confusing and hilarious, I didn't know where she lived!
"You know what?" I said to her. "I'm gonna let you stay at my place just for tonight, then were gonna find your store."
"Okie Dokie Loki!" She cried.
"Stay right here." I said, "don't move from the car."
She froze in place, like a ten year old playing a game of freeze tag.
I cupped both of my hands around my face and closed the car door.
I ran quickly across the street into a PacSun and bought her a pink sweat shirt and a pair of black jeans. Sprinting back to the car, where I found the pink haired girl, still frozen in place.
"Okay." I said, getting into the car. "Put these on and we can go in."
The girl stayed frozen.
"Hey!" I said, snapping my fingers in front of her face. "I'm serious."
The side of her mouth moved.
"Psst... You have to say 'unfreeze' before I can move again." She informed me.
"Unfreeze." I said, rolling my eyes.
The girl stared at the clothes for a few seconds, then said,
"How?"
So I had to put both of them on her.
After immense frustration and stupidity on my part, and lack of help from hers, we finally managed to get her clothes on and get into the hotel. For the most part she could walk, which indicated to me that I had probably not broken any of her bones when I hit her with the car. I let out a breath, thankful I hadn't done any real, visible damage.
The hotel was beautiful, as it had looked when I had initially looked at it on the internet. A grand looking and expensive looking chandelier in the waiting area, along with giant leather couches and all-glass coffee tables. The ceiling had a nice design of some Italian landscape.
"Ooooo..." The Pink haired girl said at my side, mimicking my head movement as I looked along the ceiling. "Fluttershy would like this place..."
I looked over at her in confusion.
"Who the hell is Fluttershy?" I asked.
She seemed to disregard the question and skip off towards the front desk, where a sleeping Employee quietly snored the late hours away peacefully.
"Hi!" She practically yelled in his face, startling him awake.
"Shi-" He stopped and looked her up and down, almost ogling at her appearance.
"How are you tonight young lady?" He said with a perverted smile as he leaned over on his elbow.
"I got hit by a carriage!"
He was probably in his mid-twenties or maybe early thirties, either way, he just seemed like a person you wouldn't want to get involved with. Especially in Miami.
"Oh for crying out loud..." I mumbled.
An odd feeling came about, a feeling to protect the girl whom I had just run over, like she was a kind of responsibility of mine.
I shook off the feeling but still wanted to get him out of the way, for her sake.
"Ahem." I said, appearing by her side.
"Oh." He said, standing up straight. How may I help you two?"
I didn't ever understand why, but asking for something from any kind of person always made me feel like a dick, whether it was a gas station clerk, a restaurant waiter or even this perverted hotel employee.
"Uh... Just a room for two." I said, thinking of the girl not having a place to stay.
"Oh, nothin' good happening tonight?"
Fuck. You. My brain thought.
"No." I said, gritting my teeth.
"That's a shame," He said, flickering his eyes down as Pinkie Pie turned around and slowly walked about the room looking at the hotel's interior again.
I stepped in front of his gaze.
"Just give me the fuckin' key." I said forcefully.
He handed me the key card to get into the room and I walked off taking Pinkie Pie by the wrist and moving her down the hall, staying in front or behind her to block his eyes from another look.
The hotel room was different from the main lobby, everything consisted of a small array of colors, the kitchen had bits of silver in it but everything else was either white or a light grey, the two had gone far up in the elevator, so they had a great view of the city lights through a giant rectangular window, reds and blues and yellows lit up the night streets with either car lights, neon signs or store interior glows fading out onto the street. we both sat in a large bedroom with two beds split by the main hallway, the beds also had a boring color or white covers, pillows and sheets with a chrome framework, the master bathroom had a large shower made out of some kind of stone, the thing looked like it was straight out of a magazine, with shower heads on each side, made for two people.
"So." I said, Lying on my bed as the girl jumped up and down on hers like a toddler, bouncing and laughing.
I didn't really know what to say, words just failed to surface as I watched a grown woman act so young.
"Pinkie Pie?" I said.
My voice was drowned out by her cute giggling and snorting.
"Cute?" I asked myself.
The girl was attractive, no doubt about that. But I had just met her! Not to mention I hit her with my goddamn car!
"PINKIE PIE!" I heard myself shout.
The girl seemed to freeze in mid-air for enough time for her to speak.
"What?" She asked, falling back onto the bed on her side.
"You're going to wake up the entire hotel with your laughter." I remarked. rubbing my eyes from what I had just seen.
Probably just my eyes. I thought.
"You're going to wake up the entire hotel with your un-fun-ness, Mr. Un-Fun Guy!" She said with her hands on her hips.
"I'm not un-fun." I argued. "I'm just tired."
"Awww, is wittle Wobby sweepy weepy?" She said, grabbing my cheeks and moving my head around.
"What?" I asked.
"Fine! We'll go to bed!" She said.
She jumped up and flicked the light off, leaving both of us in complete darkness.
I rolled my eyes and got under the left bed covers, slipping under the cool sheets and taking off the fancy pillows.
After a few seconds I felt a presence beside me, I turned over and saw those two bright blue eyes right in front of my face, we were practically touching noses.
"What are you doing?" I whispered.
"Going to sleep" She whispered back.
I raised an eyebrow.
"Don't you want to sleep in the other bed?" I asked.
"Not really, you made this one look comfy, so I decided to sleep with you!"
"You don't find this awkward at all?"
"No. Not Really. Why?" She asked.
I lifted up the covers and turned on the lamp to switch beds, looking back at her I noticed her exposed breasts, that had only been inches away seconds before.
"Why are you naked?" I asked with a blush.
"Why aren't you?" She asked.
"Because... I don't sleep naked..."
"You don't?" She asked. "When me and the girls get back from the Grand Galloping Gala we take off our dresses to go to sleep."
"Grand Galloping Gala? Is that some kind of horse racing thing?"
"What is that?"
I finally got her to put one of my shirts and her panties back on without having to help her again.
I had moved to the other bed and turned out the light when she had got into some clothes.
She had ended up cuddling back into her bed and falling asleep minutes later, snoring lightly.
I stayed awake until my eyes drooped and I could hold them open no longer, just before I fell asleep I heard Pinkie Pie speak unconsciously.
"Cupcakes..." She said with a little giggle afterwards.
"Hey! Hey Robby! Hey!"
Usually I was fine with being awoken by noises, but when it is right next to your face, it's rather annoying.
"What?" I asked, feeling hot breath against my face and smelling cherries.
"It's time to wake up, sleepy head!"
I shifted in my bed turning away from the her and grunted, covering my head with my pillow.
"Don't be like that!" She chirped, jumping on top of me and taking the pillow off of me.
"Dammit, stop." I said, turning around and looking up at her.
"That's not nice to use that language." She said, crossing her arms against her pink sweatshirt and frowning.
"It's also not nice to wake people up." I said, pulling her hood up and over her face, then picking her up by the sides and dropping her down on the bed beside me, uncovering myself and sitting up on the side of my bed.
She grabbed me by the shoulders and pulled herself up, laying up against my back and resting her head on top of mine. Her arms wrapped around my bare chest and she fiddled around with her fingers.
"Watcha' doin'?" She asked, staring down at the IPhone in my hand.
"Checking my phone." I said, shuffling my body a bit when I felt her clothed breasts rub up my back.
I hadn't looked, but I knew they weren't giant like some of the girls I would see in this state, they were maybe the size of softballs.
I shivered again when I remembered some of the disturbing pictures of 'bigger' girls that I saw in Miami before.
I saw her hand swing down and randomly press the screen of the phone, opening the Appstore.
"What are all of those?"
"Just games or camera stuff." I explained. "Of course Instagram is still on the top charts..."
"Can we get it?"
"Instagram?"
"Yeah." She said, tapping the icon.
"Do you have one?" I asked.
"One what?" She asked, standing on the bed and looking down at me upside down with my phone in her hand, her hair brushed up against my face when it hung down in front of me.
"An Instagram."
"Why would you need an Instagram when you can get it right here?" She asked, poking my nose. "That's just silly."
"What?" I asked, getting up and looking at a clock.
7:40 AM
"Okay." I said, stretching my arms and putting a shirt on. "Where do I need to take you?"
"To take pictures!" She said, jumping up and tapping the phone's screen. A click told me that she took a picture.
I rubbed my hands against my face. "No, where do I take you home?"
"I don't think we can get to Equestria from here." She said.
"Pinkie..."
"No, really! I like being a monkey!" Pinkie shouted, taking another picture.
I sighed, I made a guess that she would just want to hang around me until she remembered that she had to do something, then would be gone, out of my life to never be seen again. I looked up at her and smiled, at least she was nice, and fun. Her random movements on the bed as she snapped pictures of me was funny and cute.
Cute... why cute?
As I opened my car door, she hopped in the passenger seat beside me and slipped my phone out of her jean pocket, taking more pictures of the car and me.
I chuckled a bit and turned the car on, the stereo immediately started up and began to make soft bass in the back of the car, vibrating the car a little bit, I knew it had to be dubstep, it was the only kind of music that could make my dash vibrate at a volume level of four.
I skipped forward a few songs until I found something I liked.
The volume was only set to six as I pulled out of the parking lot and still I could feel the bass vibrating my back.
"Did he ever tell you-"
Suddenly, the stereo blared, rocking the car and interrupting Pinkie as she spoke.
"Piece of shit..." I muttered, turning it back down to six and turning to Pinkie, "What were you saying?"
"Nothing." She said, taking a picture of the stereo system.
"What is with you and taking pictures?" I asked, chuckling a little when she took a picture of a McDonalds sign when we passed it.
She smiled and turned up the radio to ten, then to twelve, then I stopped her at twenty-two.
"It can only go to thirty, then the speakers will blow out." I said, holding her hand in place.
Of course, she turned it to twenty-nine and the entire city heard the bass from the car.
I got a few nasty looks, but most were smiles and younger kids raising their arms or giving a cocky grin.
"It's like an earthquake!" Pinkie shouted, screaming with enthusiasm and being drowned out by the vibrations or few lyrics.
I smiled, looking back at the road, I nodded my head from side to side.
What are the odds that I end up hitting a crazy person? I thought.
I turned the radio down and flipped open the sunglasses holder and put on the red tinted aviators. I leaned back a bit in my car seat and tried to relax. I turned the radio down to thirteen and turned to the girl in the passenger seat, her bright, pink hair was flowing with the wind that breached the open windows of the car, the cool and fresh wind put me in a kind of trance, I felt myself beginning to stare and looked away.
"So, where do you want to go?" I asked, watching the road.
She sat up in her seat and looked close to the window. "I dunno, Robby, where do you wanna go?"
"I don't really care." I said nonchalantly. "You want me to name a few places?"
"Ooo... good idea!" She said. "Go!"
"Well, we could go to the beach, we could find some of my friends, we could have lunch..." I stopped. I had just asked her to have lunch with me, was I asking her on a date or something?
I shrugged silently.
"Lets have lunch! Or we could find your friends, oh I bet they would love to meet my friends, and my friends would love to meet them!" She spouted. "Or we could go find your friends on the beach while having lunch!"
I blinked. I had never met a girl that could talk so fast, I mean, she talked about a mile a minute!
"Lets find my friends meet me at the beach, then we can go have lunch together." I said.
"Ooo! Can we go swimming?!" She was bouncing up and down and her eyes sparkled almost comically at the mentioning.
I scratched the side of my face, feeling the beginning of my sideburns.
"Well, you don't really have a swimsuit..." I said. "And my friends probably don't want to be with a nudist."
"That's okay! We can go get a swimsuit!" She said, reaching over me and jerking the wheel towards her.
I slammed on the brakes as we veered off course, stopping almost instantaneously.
I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. I looked up and saw another Pac Sun. I raised an eyebrow and looked at Pinkie.
"How did you know there was a store here?" I asked, still in a stage of shock.
She shrugged. "Educated guess." Then got out of the car.
I followed.
About 45 minutes, a phone call and 4 swimsuits later, we walked out, I had picked something fast and liked it. But, as I had expected, she took forever, trying to find out if this fit this and how it looked. I had gotten a front-row seat of a few 'poses' that photographers would kill for.
It was nice for me, at least.
She had picked out two pairs of swim wear in the end. A nice black and pink Fox Racing two piece top and bottom and a almost see-through pink one. In the car I insisted on her wearing the Fox one so nobody got any ideas.
She had also gotten herself a pair of black converse sneakers, one pair of white and two pairs of pink skinny jeans, pink sandals, a black leather jacket that she wanted me to wear, and eventually did, and finally one black, white and pink striped shirt and a few other shirts and underwear and things.
Of course she had practically given me a fashion show, trying on literally everything and showing them to me.
I had no problem, it was funny to see her walk around and dance in the different outfits.
I felt a buzz on my leg and I fished my phone from my pocket. On the home screen it said in a new text message "We're here... where u at?"
I smiled at the name on the top of the screen, one of my life-long friends, Conner.
I quickly tapped in; "5 min"
A few seconds later, he responded. "Kk"
I handed my phone back to Pinkie, she quickly started taking pictures again, smiling to herself.
I smiled myself as I watched the road through a familiar red tint.
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