Brotime - Chapter 6: Part 1

>Sunlight pours through your window

>The rays fall on your backside, their warming sensation slowly pulling you out of sleep's embrace

>You decided to sleep with your back to the window, lest the sunlight wake you like it does every morning

>Didn't seem to help though

>Like I said. Curtains. Investment. ?????. Profit

>You scoot closer to Pinkie Pie, attempting to escape the now irritating sunlight

>You run your hand down her chest to her belly and back up again

>Her coat is so incredibly soft. You could do this for hours

>You decide to rub your cheek with hers in an attempt to wake her

>She releases a cute soft moan as her beautiful blue eyes flutter open

>She looks to you and smiles, turning her body towards you before locking her lips with yours

>She breaks it off after a few seconds, giving you a half-lidded stare

>"Mmm, I love waking up in your house, Anon."

"That's not the only thing you love, though."

>"You're right! I love breakfast, too! It -is- the most important meal of the day, y'know."

>You laugh before she plants a quick kiss on your lips

>"But I love you most of all. Not like I have to say it, though. Riiiight?"

>She slowly cocks her head sideways as she draws out the 'right'

>You know exactly what she means

>She's the most caring individual you've met

>She could ignore you for a week and you'd still feel the love

>Not that she'd do something like that

"Right, Pinkie. And I love you, too."

>"Yay! So when are we having that party for Spike?"

>This mare

>The morning after you say to hold off on the party, she suggests a party

>Reminds you of the time she planned that "Day After Gummy's Party Party"

>She felt bad when everyone was too busy to go

>It took you and Rainbow Dash forcing her to Applejack's barn to get her hair, color and happiness back in order

>Man, that was one hard birthday to plan

>Especially since she chased you down for a good two miles

>Good times. Good times

"Spike's birthday is tomorrow...how about we make it a...'Happy Birthday and great job finding your special somep0ny party?"

>She seems to play with the idea in her head for a bit

>"Sounds great! I've already got everything prepared!"

"Y-...you do?"

>"Uh-huh! All we need is a banner."

"Where did you find the time to get everything set up?"

>"Last night." She says in a matter-of-fact tone

"Last night?"

>"That's what I said, silly!"

"And where, exactly, is it going to be?"

"Here! Where else?"

 

>After hearing that last statement, you jumped out of bed and rushed downstairs

>Sure enough, the furniture had been moved slightly to make more room for guests, the couch had balloons tied on either side of it, streamers hung from the kitchen archway and seemed to trail into the kitchen itself

>Inspecting the kitchen, you notice ingredients on your counter

>Funny, you don't remember getting stuff to make a cake. You scratch your head

>Pinkie notices your confusion

>"Don't worry about that. I brought the stuff from Sugarcube Corner so I can bake Spike the most super-awesome fantabulistic cake ever!"

"Wow, Pinkie. You really pulled out all the stops for this one!" You pronounce ecstatically

>"Well duh. He's my friend. And I loooove to see my friends smile! Not to mention he's also -your- best friend."

>You're touched Pinkie would take you and your bro's relationship into consideration

>It's something else to add to the list of "Reasons why I love Pinkie Pie"

 

>You and Pinkie spend the rest of the morning together, enjoying some fresh brewed tea and cuddling on the couch talking before she had to head out to Sugarcube Corner

>You're walking up the stairs to shower and get dressed when your hear a knocking on your door

>Let's see. Answer the door shirtless? Or risk ignoring whoever's at the door?

>Stepping back down form the staircase, you open the door. A tall, red stallion with an orange mane greets you

>"Howdy, Anon."

"Hey Big Mac. What's going on? Does Granny need me for something today?"

>"Naw, we finished up early on the harvestin' schedule this week. You had a hand in that, and ya have my thanks."

"Oh, cool. Well if there's no work then what brings you here?"

>"Well what with mah chores already bein' done and no work ta be done, ah thought we could hang out."

>Well this is a surprise

>Big Mac rarely has time to hang out with anyp0ny

>And now that he does he chooses you

>It makes sense, in a way

>He doesn't seem to converse with many other p0nies

>Not to mention his family's full of females

>Being the only guy in his immediate family coupled with not a lot of socializing time. Drop a daily work-load on that and you have Big Macintosh

>You're really the only other guy he talks with often

"Uh, sure dude. What did you have in mind?"

>"Ah dunno. Couple-a drinks sound good?"

"Yeah. The bar down the road from the library?"

>"Eeyup."

"Great! Just let me shower and throw something on and we'll head out."

>He nods. You invite him in and offer up some tea

>He politely declines

>"Ah'm gonna head over to the bar. Don't take too long, now."

"Alright. And don't you get too drunk without me, y'hear?"

>"Hehe, I can't guarantee that."

>He turns around and makes his way to the bar

>You head upstairs and shower

 

>You step out of the tub and shake as much of the water off your body and hair as you can

>You grab a towell and begin drying your hair. Hearing some sort of tapping noise you stop for a moment

>A few seconds pass. Nothing

>You pinch the corners of the towell and stretch it behind you, rubbing it back and forth on your backside to dry it

>This time a knocking sound arrives on your bathroom door

>You freeze in place

>"Anon. I know yer in here. C'mon out and make this easier fer both of us, wouldja?"

>Fucking Applejack

>Which is something you don't plan on doing today

>Thanks to your dumb ass being lenient on the door locking, she's caught you with your pants down

>Or she would have if you were wearing any

>This sucks

>This really sucks

>Not only does Applejack have you cornered. She has you cornered in your own bathroom. Naked

>You regret not installing a window in here when you had the place built

>"Ah'm not gonna ask again, Anon. You don't open this door an' ah'm gonna open it for ya."

>Looks like 'rape' has been added to your schedule

>Maaaaan...and you just took a shower, too