MonCapitan - A Slice of Cherry Pie (Cheer,Pink, unfinished)

*Ksssssh*

>The train grinds to a halt.

>It's just stopped in the small town of Canterlot.

>Built shortly after World War I, the town has hardly changed in its thirty year existence.

>It's grown even less since you left.

>It looks completely the same, actually.

>You step off the train, your feet crunching into the snow below.

>The bite of the cold air nips at your face.

>You hear the pleasant sound of an orchestral band wafting on the breeze.

>http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=agOk1hUJB9A

>Children are running through the square just ahead of you.

>Your nose picks up the scent of fresh baked goods.

>You breathe a sigh of contentment, it feels good to be home.

 

A Slice of Cherry Pie

 

>Slinging your backpack over one shoulder and hoisting your dufflebag over the other, you walk through the quaint little train station.

>A conductor is standing several feet away, a pleasant smile plastered on his face.

 

>"Welcome to Canterlot, sir."

"Thank you."

 

>You nod and continue forward.

>Things seemed...nicer here.

>Much nicer than the city.

>Much friendlier.

>You'd been living in the city for so long that you'd forgotten what a small town like this was like.

>You'd missed it.

>Feeling the onset of a headache, you stopped thinking about the city.

>You were here now and that was all that mattered.

>You could see the snow fall lightly across the town square.

>Several snowmen stood guard over the fountain in the center and children bobbed and weaved through the paths, firing snowballs at each other.

>A few of the townsfolks were watching, laughing, and genuinely having a good time.

>The atmosphere here was jovial and it was only the middle of winter.

>Summer must be a real riot.

 

>You continue at a slow pace, no need to go fast, you didn't have anywhere you needed to be in a hurry.

>Passing by several shops, you spot a larger, very welcoming store with cakes and other pastries in the window.

>That must be where those delicious smells were coming from.

>Your stomach rumbled.

 

>You walk into the shop.

>A wall of warmth that smells of cinnamon and apples hits you.

>Warm cider.

>Your start salivating.

>You spy an open table in the corner.

>As you walk to the table you take in the room.

>It was a large room, at one end there was a set of glass cases filled with baked goods.

>A blue-skinned, large-bodied, middle-aged woman stood behind said cases.

>On the other end of the room, a large fire blazed in its fireplace.

>Several chairs surrounded it, all filled.

>Chairs with tables were scattered throughout the warm room.

>People furnished the chairs, some were reading news papers, some were eating food, others were merely enjoying the warmth and company of friends.

>You sit down at the table, resting your duffle bag and backpack on the floor nearby.

>Settling in the chair, you turn towards the counter.

>The woman makes eye contact with you and proceeds to head over.

 

>"Hello, sir. How are you?"

"Hello, ma'am. I'm doing well. I actually just rode in with the train."

>"Oh. New to town then?"

"Well, no, actually, I was born here, lived half my life here, in fact. I moved out a few years age when my father was reassigned because of the war."

>"What's your name?"

"Anonymous."

>"...OH MY! Anonymous! Ooooh. Your mother and I were best friends."

 

>The woman is now hugging you.

>The smell of cider and frosting is strong on her.

>Her large breasts press into you, you can't help but enjoy it.

 

"Heh. Yeah. I-"

>"Oooh, I knew you when you were just a little baby. How is your mother?"

"She's getting along, both of my parents are."

 

>Releasing you the woman becomes aware of herself and blushes.

 

>"I'm sorry, I bet you don't even remember my name. Where are my manners? I'm Mrs. Cake."

"Well, nice to meet you, Mrs. Cake."

 

>She laughs.

 

>"So, are you just here for a visit or are you going to stay for a while."

"I think I'm here to stay."

>"Oh, good. Well, if you ever need anything just ask me or my husband, Mr. Cake. Now, can I get you anything, dear?"

 

"Yeah, is that hot apple cider, I smell?"

>"Yes, it is, deary."

"I'll have some of that then. That and...do you have any cherry pie?"

>"We do!"

"Then I'll have a slice of that as well."

>"Alright, it'll be right out."

"How much will that be?"

>"Oh, don't worry about that, it's on us. Welcome, home, Anonymous."

 

>A feeling of warmth spreads through your body.

>It really was good to be home.

 

>You're looking through the window of the shop when you see a group of six girls walking down the length of the main square.

>Each of them had some unique characteristic, but the one your eyes center on is jumping up and down, occasionally joining in the children's snowball fight.

>Her pink hair is just barely restrained by a snow hat.

>She seems to bounce around wherever she goes.

>Nearly constantly laughing, she is a sight to behold.

>As quick as they had appeared they exit your field of view.

 

>"Here you are, deary."

 

>Mrs. Cake sets down a plate with a slice of pie on it and a mug of steaming cider on the table next to you.

>The aroma being emitted from the pair is intoxicating.

 

"Thank you, Mrs. Cake."

>"Of course, and remember if there is anything else you need, just ask."

 

>Taking a bite of the pie you nod in appreciation.

>As she walks away, you savor the flavor of the cherries.

>Absolutely delicious.

 

>Downing the pie, you proceed to drink the cider.

>Clutching it in your palms, you allow its warmth to radiate to your chest.

>It feels good.

>The scent of cider fills your nose.

>Today is a good day.

 

>Finishing off the cider you stand and stretch.

>Grabbing your bags, you wave goodbye to Mrs. Cake and head out of the shop back into the cold.

>The children are still playing, but it looks like the name of the game has changed.

>You see two children chasing after each other, run by you.

>One of them is shouting about being "it".

>Tag. Haha.

>You continue down the square, making your way through it and into the street beyond.

 

>The town outside the square is much the same.

>Everything is covered in snow and things seem lively.

>People are out clearing their driveways, supervising children, and making merry conversation.

>This was the opposite of the city and you loved every bit of it.

>You walk down the street, following the sidewalk.

>You remember the route perfectly.

>You occasionally recognize the face of a parent or some passerby across the street.

>A smile spreads across your face.

>You take a deep breath and inhale the frosty morning air.

 

>Maintaining your pace, you look at the large building across the street.

>A statue of a horse stands tall in the center of a large entrance area.

>Canterlot High School.

>You never got to go there, but you always thought about what it would be like.

>If you had have returned a year and a half ago you could have graduated there, but your parents wouldn't let you.

>They didn't have control over you now, though.

>That was part of the reason why you'd returned.

>You wanted to build a life for yourself.

>This was the perfect place to do it.

 

>Passing the large structure of the school, your feet crunch through the snow.

>You make your way past more familiar buildings.

>Eventually you come upon the building you were looking for.

>A large two story building with a sign in the window that reads, "Room for Rent. Veteran Discount."

>You walk up the driveway to the door of the building and buzz the doorbell.

>Shifting your bags you eye your reflection in the window.

>Looking good, Anonymous.

>The door squeaks open.

>A tall pinkish/purple woman is standing there with a blanket wrapped around her.

>She eyes you curiously.

 

>"Can I help you?"

"Yes, I called about renting the room last week."

>"Oh, you're Anonymous then."

"I am. And you must be Cheerilee."

>"Mhm. Come inside."

 

>You step inside the building.

>It's cold inside.

 

>"I'm sorry about the cold, the heater's broken, I've been trying to fix it for a week, but it just won't work."

 

"I can take a look at it for you."

 

>She turns to face you, her whole expression seems brighter.

 

>"Would you?"

 

>Her eyes seem full of hope.

 

"Sure!"

>"Oh, thank you, I suppose fixing it will help us both, so thank you. I suppose I'm already a bad landlord for making you fix my problems."

 

>You wave your hand, shaking your head.

 

"It's no problem, ma'am, think nothing of it. And you aren't a bad landlord, don't worry about it."

 

>She turns to face you again, a grin on her face.

 

>"How would you know if I was a good or bad landlord, you hardly know me."

"I suppose you're right, ma'am."

 

>She starts walking again, talking as she goes.

 

>"Please, don't call me ma'am, I get enough of that at school. Call me Cheerilee."

"Alright, Cheerilee, you can call me Anon."

>"Ok, Anon."

 

>The pair of you walk through the house, it's very homey.

>Carpet flooring, low ceilings, intricate wood detailing and lots of brick work.

>A fire place is roaring in the living room.

>You spy a radio set several feet away from the fire.

>You turn to the right and see a door for a closet.

>Cheerilee stops in front of the staircase.

 

>"Well, this is the first floor."

 

>She points to the doorway to your right.

 

>"Through there is the living room and kitchen, behind you is the closet. Past the staircase is the dining room, another entrance to the kitchen, and the bathroom. Follow me upstairs."

 

>As you follow her up, you stare at her lower half.

>You gaze at her tight rear, hugged by her dress and jacket.

>With each step the dress lifts slightly, catching on the jacket.

>For a moment you are greeted by a flash of pink panties.

>She reaches back and pulls the dress down, obscuring your view.

>It must be cold for her to have to wear a dress during winter, but such is the style of this day and age.

>As you reach the top of the stairs she turns, guiding you down a hall.

 

>"Your room is this way, opposite mine. Down there at the other end of the hall is a closet and another bathroom."

 

>She opens the door for you.

>You walk into the room.

>It isn't very large, but it's enough for you.

>White walls, carpeted flooring to match the rest of the house, same low ceiling.

>The door had a small lock on it to, so you could have privacy if you wanted it.

>A bed is pressed against the wall, a mirror finds itself nestled in the far corner, on the wall opposite the bed is another, more private, closet.

>A window chilled over with frost, curtains drawn, is across from the door.

>Setting your bags down on the bed you turn to see a small desk and a chair pushed against the door's wall.

>Looking back at Cheerilee, you smile.

 

"It's perfect."

 

>She smiles back.

 

>"Oh good! Now, of course, we need to talk about rates and the rules. How does thirty nine dollars a month sound for the rate?"

"How about thirty five?"

>"Thirty seven?"

"Deal."

>"Good. Now, onto the rules, first you can pay me at the end of every month, but if you miss a payment or something happens we can just talk about it, I'm sure that won't come up as a problem."

>"Next, no partying in the house, try to have only one or two people over at a time and be sure to stay quiet when you do. Once school starts up I need time to grade papers and write lesson plans."

>"If you decide to bring a girl over, just be sure to keep it quiet."

 

>She blushes at the thought.

>You feel heat rush to your own cheeks.

 

>"Other than that just be respectful and courteous to me and any friends that I bring over an-"

 

>She covers her mouth with her hands and blushes harder.

 

>"I'm so sorry. I'm giving you a lecture on how to act. You're an adult, you don't need a lecture. I'm sorry, I'm just so used to talking to the kids and having to lecture them, I sometimes forget that-"

 

>You cut her off with a wave of your hand.

 

"Don't worry, Cheerilee, I understand, it's fine. Besides, now if I do any of the things that you mentioned you can remind me that I agreed not to do them!"

 

>She looks relieved.

 

>"Thank you, Anon."

 

"Now, if you don't mind, I'd like to get my things unpacked and set up. If you give me a few minutes to do that, then I'll take a look at your heating problem."

>"Oh, of course. Thanks again, Anon."

 

>You nod and smile as she leaves.

>You snag one final look at her beautiful ass.

>Whistling inside your head, you turn your attention to your bags.

>Unzipping the duffle bag, you remove a pile of clothing and a container of toiletries.

>You reach into a small pouch pinned to the inside of the bag and remove a large wad of cash.

>Stuffing the clothes and money into the dresser at the head of the bed, you toss the empty bag in front of the closet.

>You reach for your backpack.

>You take care in sliding it towards you, knowing that this bag is the more important of the two by far.

>Unzipping the bag you check the door.

>It's still open.

>You walk over and shut it.

>Heading back to the backpack, you reach inside and pull out a hard, heavy, metallic object wrapped in cloth.

>Setting it aside you reach back in and take out a wooden picture frame which you set next to the cloth object.

>You reach in and pull out two more objects: a large wooden case and a hand's length, heavy cardboard box.

>Settling the objects down next to each other you push the empty backpack back against the wall and turn your attention to the assorted nondescript items in front of you.

>You slide the lowest drawer on the dresser open.

>You place the wooden case, a case filled with cigars which you "borrowed" from your father into the far back of the drawer.

>Setting up the picture of your dog on the dresser, you sigh.

>If there was one thing about the city you were going to miss, it was Ace.

>You loved that pooch.

>Shaking away the reverie, you reach for the heavy cloth object and slide open the top drawer.

>This was why you closed the door.

>You unwrap the cloth around the metal implement.

>A Colt .45 M1911. Army issue, it was your father's.

>Unlike to the cigars, your father gave you this.

 

>He told you it was a symbol of power and responsibility, and should you need it, defense.

>Blinking, you cover the weapon and slide it beneath all of your clothing in the top drawer.

>You pick up the cardboard box, filled with ammunition, and place it next to the gun.

>Replacing the clothing on top of the weapon and ammo, you slide the drawer shut.

>It's not that you think Cheerilee would get up in arms over your ownership of a gun in her home, but what she doesn't know won't hurt her.

>Opening your door, you exit the room.

>You walk down the stairs, taking off your bomber jacket as you go.

>If you didn't know any better, you might mistake yourself for a veteran.

>You sling the jacket over the coat rack at the bottom of the stairs and swerve into the living room.

 

"Cheerilee."

 

>She's staring at the fire, rubbing her hands together.

 

>"Oh, Anonymous, done already?"

"I'm usually not so quick to finish."

 

>She giggles and blushes.

>You return the blush and grin.

>Standing she walks into the kitchen.

>Following her, you notice that you can't see the outline of her panties pressed against the dress.

>Did she take them off?

>Looking up, you see that she's standing at a door in the corner of the kitchen.

>She opens the door.

>The two of you walk through the frame, as she flicks on the light.

>You're greeted by the troublesome furnace.

>Opening the door of the furnace you turn to Cheerilee.

 

"What have you tried so far?"

>"I've tried igniting the pilot light a few times, but it won't stay lit. I would call Big Macintosh to fix it, but after our break up a year ago, things have been strange."

"Wait, did you say Big Mac?"

>"Yes, why?"

"Wow. Haha. He used to be my best friend when I lived here as a kid."

>"You used to live here?"

"Yes, I forgot to mention that, didn't I."

 

>You turn back to the furnace and start giving it a once over.

 

>"It's no big deal. So, you're friends with Big Mac then? Small world."

"You can say that again."

 

>The two of you share a laugh.

 

>You examine the furnace for a while before figuring out what the problem is.

 

"Thermocouple!"

>"What?"

"The thermocouple wire is bad. We're going to have to get a new one."

>"Oh."

"Is the hardware store in the same place? On the corner next to the main square?"

>"Yes it is, Big Mac works there."

"Perfect. I'm going to go over and pick one up. I'll be back in an hour or so. I can repair the furnace then as well."

>"Oh, wow. Just like that?"

"Yeah, it's a fairly simple repair job."

>"Yeah. Heh. Right."

 

>She looks away awkwardly.

>She mentioned that she had been struggling with repairing it and you just called it simple.

>Smooth.

 

"I didn't mean to say that it was simple, I just mean that it isn't that difficult."

"Not that it isn't difficult it's just that I-"

>"Anonymous. It's alright. I understand, I'm not very handy with technical stuff."

 

>She laughs and you join her.

 

>"Thank you for caring enough to try to cover yourself though."

"Of course. Now, if you aren't handy with technical 'stuff' then what are you handy with?"

>"You know...things."

 

>Her lips part in a smile and she laughs again.

>You chuckle outwardly, but inwardly you can't help but imagine Cheerilee rubbing you off.

>Shaking the thought from your head you begin to stand.

>Rising, you shut the door to the furnace and signal that to her that the two of you can leave the room.

>She goes first, holding the door for you.

>You both walk through the kitchen and to the front door.

>Putting on your jacket, you turn to the stairs.

 

"I need to grab my backpack really fast, I don't want to carry the wire out in the cold like this, my fingers will freeze."

>"I'll get it for you, it's the least I can do."

 

>As she walks up the stairs, you stare at her behind.

>The higher she goes the better view up her dress you get.

>Finally, when she nears the top, you see it.

>Her totally exposed, curvaceous ass.

>Her bright pink slit lies between two firm cheeks.

>It's a beautiful sight.

 

 

>As she turns the corner you lose sight of her magnificent clit.

>What are you doing, Anon?

>You've been in her house for less than an hour and you're already thinking about her like that?

>You've got a real problem, Anonymous.

>A real problem.

>It's not your fault she wasn't wearing panties.

>Well- true, that's actually very true.

>Oh well, here she comes.

 

>Cheerilee walks back around the corner and down the stairs carrying your backpack.

>She tosses it to you.

>You nod thankfully and head out into the cold again.

>Exhaling, you walk down the path back to the town square.

>The snow crunches beneath your feet.

>The icy air bites at your nose.

>http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FVA04yD2ln8

>You see snowflakes falling and resting themselves upon the ground around you.

>The children are done playing, but you can see their traces everywhere.

>Snowmen, slowly-filling snow-angels, and small balls of snow lie everywhere.

>As you walk, you pass by some of the townsfolk.

 

>"Hello, sir!"

"Hello!"

>"Good afternoon, friend."

"And a good afternoon to you as well."

 

>It was splendid here.

>Continuing down the path, you finally reach the hardware store.

>The whole store smelled of warm wood.

>It was quite pleasant inside, warm and in a strange way, inviting.

>It was full of tools, woods, pipes, and other appliances that you would expect from a store of that nature.

>You shuffle through the aisles before finally finding your mark. A thermocouple wire!

>Grabbing your target you work your way back to the front.

>You begin checking out when you feel a tap on the shoulder.

 

"Hmm?"

 

>You turn, it's an employee of the store.

>He points over his shoulder.

>Big Macintosh.

 

"BIG MAC!"

 

>You finish paying for the wire, stuff it into your backpack and run for the burly man with the boyish face.

>You stop right before you reach him and stick out your hand.

>He takes it.

>His grip is strong and coarse.

>He's turned into a mountain of a man, but you know he's still got a heart of gold.

 

>"Howdy, Anonymous."

"Big Mac."

 

>You embrace him in a hug.

>He was your best friend from childhood until you moved away.

>You made other friends in the city, but none of them were suitable replacements.

 

"So, how are things, Big Mac?"

>"Things are good, Anonymous. How are they for you?"

"Good. Good. I'm actually coming home. I'm here to stay. I'm renting a room from Cheerilee, I'm going to try to get a job. I want to live here again."

>"That sounds like a good plan. Cheerilee? She's a good girl."

"I heard you two went out, but broke up. What happened with that?"

>"I don't feel comfortable talkin' about that hear, Anonymous. Why don't you come over for dinner tonight. You can meet the family again."

"Sure, Big Mac, that sounds fantastic. I don't have a car though and as I remember it was a little ways out."

 

>You see his boyish face look at the ceiling for a moment where he thoughtfully considered every option.

>Big Macintosh was always good at that.

 

>"My sister. Her name's Applejack. She's in town with all of her friends today. I'll get a hold of her and she can give you a ride back to the farm tonight. How does that sound?"

"Perfect, thank you."

>"No, thank you, Anon. You were always a good friend to me, it's about time I start repaying that."

 

>You nod and he turns away to go work on something in the store.

>Satisfied, you head back outside.

>You take a deep breath and exhale, watching your breath dissipate.

>You turn and take one step before something you bump into someone.

 

>"Hey! Watch where you're going, I- Oh oh. Anonymous, I didn't see you there. I'm sorry."

 

>You knew that voice.

>It was the voice of your old protégé.

>Flash Sentry.

>You taught the kid everything you knew.

 

"Flash?"

 

>You look up at him.

>He's wearing a black leather jacket and denim jeans.

>His hair was clearly slicked back with gel and he had a toothpick in his mouth.

>Weird style, but to each his own.

 

>"Yeah. Yeah! It's me, Flash Sentry."

"Yes, yes. I can see that now."

 

 

>He's flanked by two other kids.

>One of them is short and fat, the other tall and skinny.

>They're quite the pair.

 

"So, Flash, did you miss me?"

 

>He looks nervously back at his pals before speaking quietly.

 

>"Y-yeah, I missed you, Anonymous."

 

>Weird, he seems different. Almost uncomfortable.

>Whatever, probably just nerves. You were his mentor after all.

 

"So, have you made yourself into the king that I was training you to be?"

 

>He looks up at you, his look is filled with confidence.

>No, that wasn't confidence, it was arrogance.

>He has a very cocky expression on his face.

 

>"Ha! Of course. I'm the king of the high school. Undoubtedly. No boy can even hope to match up to me. No girl says no to me! They can't help themselves."

 

>The short fat one pops out from the left of Flash.

 

>"Why, everyone would love to be Flash!"

 

>The tall skinny one pops out on the other side.

 

>"Even when we're taking his lumps!"

>"Hey, what are you trying to say, Snails?"

 

>Flash is staring at Snails with his fist raised.

>The other one speaks up again.

>http://youtu.be/PK3x2DOoJIc?t=38s

 

>"There's no man in town as admired as you, you're everyone's favorite guy!"

>"Yeah! Everyone's awed and inspired by you and it's not very hard to see why!"

 

>Was that music?

 

>"No one's slick as Sentry, no one's quick as Sentry! No one's as incredibly talented as Sentry!"

 

>Yes, it was music.

 

>"For there's no man in town half as manly! Personality so fiery. You can ask any Tom, Dick or Stanley and they'll tell you that he'll fight advantageously!"

>"No one's been like Sentry! A king pin like Sentry! No one's got a swell cleft in his chin like Sentry!"

 

>Flash opens his mouth to sing.

 

>"As a specimen, yes, I'm intimidating."

>"My, what a guy, that Sentry!!!"

 

>Fuck this.

 

"Stop singing. Now."

 

>You stomp your foot on the ground.

>Flash throws you an angry look, before it dissolves into a smile.

 

>"So, in answer to your question, yes. I have."

"That was all you had to say."

 

>You shake your head in annoyance.

 

"So, you've been good then?"

>"Oh, but of course! Ever since you left things have been absolutely amazing for me! I hit a rough patch a few months ago, but now I'm back and no one can stop me! I've got my eyes set on a particular group of girls. I'm going for a seven-way."

 

>You blink.

 

"Well that's a lofty sounding goal."

>"N- No, it isn't. It's easy. I'll bag them before the new year."

"Well, I don't know how good you're doing already, so I believe you, Flash, don't worry."

 

>He laughs and slicks back his hair.

 

>"I'm not worried. I'm everything the girls want, remember?"

"Sure, Flash. Sure."

 

>Well, he didn't exactly follow your lessons, but you guess he is his own person.

>Good for him?

 

>"Oh! A girl! Come on, fellas. See you around, Anon."

"Yeah, see ya around, Flash."

 

>You shake your head and walk away.

>Flash Sentry.

>He used to be such an innocent kid.

>What happened to him a few months ago?

>Maybe you could ask someone.

 

>You aren't walking back to Cheerilee's house.

>Not yet, at least.

>You want to check out the town a little bit more and you told her you'd be an hour.

>You've yet to spend a half hour out yet, so you figure you've got some time.

>A few women are outside, you overhear them talking about the spring and flowers.

>Ah yes, you remember this town was always lovely during spring.

>The snowfall has stopped now.

>The band has stopped playing as well.

>The town is resting.

>It's peaceful.

>Everyone seems to be content with their lives.

>It's exactly what you wanted.

>A warm feeling spread through your heart.

>You laughed aloud.

 

>Continuing your walk through the town, you heard voiced ahead of you.

>Loud giggling and general merriment.

>Turning the corner you found yourself in front of a group of six young girls.

>The same six girls that you watched through the window of the Mrs. Cakes' shop earlier.

>Your eyes centered once more on the pink one.

>She was a bouncy bundle of joy and laughter.

 

>You walk by them, nodding as you go.

>You don't see the pink one anymore.

>Where did she go?

 

>"HI!"

"Ah!"

 

>Surprised, you step back into the street.

>Your foot connects with the iced-over gutter and you spill backwards.

>As you fall, you throw your other foot out, knocking the pink haired girl over with you.

>The two of you tumble backwards.

>You land directly on your back, she falls right on your front.

>Her boobs squish into your chest.

>They're firm.

>You slowly open your eyes.

>You're nose to nose with her.

>Eyes wide open, she's smiling at you.

 

>"Hi!"

"Agh. Hello."

 

>She's not making any attempt to get up, so you slowly lift her off of you and sit up.

>The five rush over to you.

>They pick you up.

>One with purple hair and white skin brushes your coat off and begins to comb your hair for you.

>She's making comments about her pink friend's disregard for your general well being.

>You laugh and wave her away.

 

"Haha, it's fine, really I'm fine."

>"You say that now, but when you're out and about and someone comments on a ruffle in your jacket, then you'll be regretting not letting me finish."

 

>You laugh again and introduce yourself.

>They in turn introduce themselves to you.

>Rainbow Dash, Fluttershy, Rarity, Sunset Shimmer, Applejack, and the pink ball of energy is Pinkie Pie.

 

>"I'mmmmm reeeaaaallly sooorrry about knocking you down, but I saw that you were new and I didn't recognize you, so I just had to say hello, but I knocked you down instead."

"Like I said, it's fine."

>"No! It's not fine! I need to throw you a party, it's what I always do with people who are new to town."

"Well, I'm not exactly new. I used to live here, I went to live in the city for a while, but I'm home now."

>"OOOOH! Now, I have to throw you a welcome home party. Tonight. Sugarcube Corner."

"No, I can't. Not tonight, at least. I'm going to Applejack's house actually."

 

>Applejack gives you an inquisitive look before her eyes widen.

 

>"YOU! I thought you looked familiar!"

 

"Remember me, do you?"

>"Yeah! You were Big Mac's best friend, you used to come over all the time. I can't believe I didn't immediately recognize you. You're coming over for dinner?"

"Yes, Big Mac invited me. You're supposed to give me a ride to your house."

>"Yeah, I reckon I can do that."

>"Woopee! We're all friends!"

 

>Pinkie leaps into the air.

>You watch as her breasts rise, fall, and jiggle when she lands on the ground.

 

"So, how about the party, Pinkie? How about tomorrow?"

>"OH! TOMORROW! Yes, that will work."

 

>She nods curtly.

>What a silly girl.

>You make idle chat with the six of them for a while before heading out again.

>Pinkie seemed really interested in getting to know you.

>She was a pretty girl and seemed nice.

>They all seemed nice.

>You were making new friends.

>This was a better kind of place.

>You walk back to Cheerilee's house.

>Knocking on the door, you reflect on Pinkie's breasts.

>They were nice breasts.

>Firm things, perfect for squeezing.

>It's been too long since the last time you've been with a girl.

>There was Twilight back in the city, but that was just a summer fling because her brother wanted her to get out of the house.

>She was cold and didn't seem to pay much attention to the actual sex itself.

>Needless to say, it wasn't very good.

>The door opens and Cheerilee is standing there, wearing a silky night gown with a blanket wrapped around her.

>The night gown barely covers her lower half, the edge of it rests about an inch below, any sudden move would easily reveal her to you.

>Her breasts are accentuated as well.

>The night gown shows a good portion of her cleavage.

>Bringing your eyes up to her face she gives you an innocent smile and invites you inside.

>She helps you with your jacket and you thank her.

>Instantly the two of you are walking towards the furnace room.

>Within minutes it's fixed and the radiators begin to heat up.

>She takes the blanket off and wraps you in a hug.

>You feel her warmth against your body.

 

>You pull your head back and stare into her eyes.

>You both stare into each other's eyes a moment before you both pull away awkwardly.

>Cheerliee shuffles to the side mumbling something about the radio.

>Blushing you follow her into the living room.

>She flicks on the radio and sits across from it on a plush couch.

>http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6l6vqPUM_FE

>You seat yourself near the window in a rocking chair.

>Looking over to her, you see that her face is still somewhat red, she's staring deeply into the fireplace next to the radio.

>Your eyes trace the length of her body.

>Her nightgown hiked up slightly when she sat down.

>It's enough to give you a pleasant view of her thighs all the way up to just under her waist.

>You can see the side of her ass.

>You would be able to see her pussy again, but she's crossing her legs.

>You examine her every feature.

>Her plush, smooth-looking hair.

>You get the strange desire to run your hand through it.

>Your eyes move down to her green eyes.

>They remind you of the grass that you would run through when you were a kid.

>Her lips were the perfect size, not too large, but not too small, perfect for planting a kiss on.

>Your eyes slowly drift to her breasts.

>You could clearly see the points of her nipples poking against the thin fabric of her nightgown.

>The fullness of the breasts accentuated by the light the fire was casting across the room.

>You suddenly became aware that you were staring at her.

>You look to her eyes, they're staring back at you.

>Her eyes meet yours and you stare for a moment before...

*KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK*

>She quickly stands up.

 

>"I'll get it!"

 

>Her nightgown, still hiked up, covers nothing.

>You're offered a full view of her shaven pussy and firm thighs.

>You see a glint of light dance off of the area just under her honeypot.

>It would appear that she's wet.

>Quickly, she pulls the nightgown down, smiling and blushing, and walks to the door.

>Needless to say, you've got an erection.

 

>"Howdy! Is Anon here?"

"OH! Applejack! I- uh. Anon?"

 

>Oh fuck. You forgot to tell Cheerilee.

>She's probably really embarrassed.

>You stand up.

>Hello, Anon.

>Oh no. Not now, Boner.

>No, no, I insist, Anon.

>Fuck you, Boner. I-

>You turn to face the door and see that they're both staring at you already.

>Your pants are struggling to tent.

>It's very apparent that you've got a boner.

>You stare straight forward and feel your cheeks redden.

>Applejack whistles.

>You hear footsteps coming towards you.

>You turn and see her standing next to you.

>She grabs you by the arm and starts dragging you out.

 

>"Come on, you, I don't wanna be late."

 

>As you're pulled down the path you stare back at Cheerilee who waves goodbye.

>You wave back.

 

>Well. That was painful.

>You're in the car with Applejack.

>You thanked her when you first got in the car, but haven't said anything since then.

 

>"You can talk ya know."

 

>You sigh.

 

"Sorry, Applejack, things got weird."

>"Yeah, well, that's just how it goes. Now, how've ya been all these years, Anon?"

 

>You feel relief rush through your body at the prospect of talking about something else.

 

"Not as good as they could have been."

 

>She glances at you with concern.

 

>"What happened, sugar cube?"

"Not sure if I want to talk about it."

>"You didn't have to bring it up, but you did. Don't beat around the bush, get straight to it."

"Fine. The city was fine at first, but things slowly got worse. I had a break down and decided I needed to get away from the city."

>"See, that wasn't so hard. Feel better now?"

"Hardly."

>"Well, one of Granny Smith's pies will fix you up. I guarantee it."

 

>Granny Smith's apple pies.

>You remember those pies with the same fondness that a child has for his presents when he wakes up on Christmas.

>You love those pies.

>You are salivating.

>Applejack laughs.

 

>"See, they're already helping and you haven't even taken the first bite."

 

>She's right.

>You join in her laughter.

 

>The car pulls across the snow-covered dirt road that leads to the very familiar farmhouse.

>You used to ride your bike across this road.

>You see familiar trees and familiar ditches.

>Nothing's changed.

 

>The car pulls up in front of the house.

>The engine rumbles for a moment and then shuts off.

 

>"Last stop!"

 

>You both get out of the car.

>You shiver.

>Applejack pulled you out of the house so fast that you forgot your jacket.

>Oh well, it'll be warm inside.

>You remember it always being warm during the winter and cool during the summer.

>Exactly as it should be.

>Not like the city, hot everywhere during the summer and cold everywhere during the winter.

>You walk throw the thin layer of snow in the driveway, turning you see her lock the truck and nod for you to go ahead.

>Clutching your chest you march towards the door.

>Wearing a short sleeve shirt under your jacket probably wasn't the smartest idea you'd ever had.

>You make it to the door, only to have it open quickly in front of you.

>You take a step back and your foot lands on a slick area of snow.

>As you fall back you see a small girl with a bow in her hair standing at the door with her hands over her mouth.

>You land back in the snow and immediately jump up.

>Some of it got under your shirt.

>You leap up and down trying to liberate the offending piece of ice.

>A pair of warm hands grab you.

>One of them works its way up your shirt.

>You feel it grab the snow and slide out.

>You turn to see Applejack holding a piece of melting snow.

>She laughs, pats you on the back, and heads to the door.

>You're immediately assaulted by a small girl begging for your forgiveness.

 

>"Mister, I'm sorry, I didn't mean ta knock ya down like that. Really, I swear!"

"Haha, it's alright...Applebloom?"

>"Yeah! How did you know my name?"

 

>You walk for the door and hold it for her.

>She walks inside.

 

"I used to come over here when you were just a little little girl. Probably six or seven."

>"Ya do look kinda familiar."

 

>The inside of the house is quaint.

>A few chairs and a couch in a circle, a radio pushed against the wall, a circular carpet centered the room.

>Against one wall is the staircase to the second floor, against the wall opposite you is a door frame that, judging by the smell, leads to the kitchen.

>Big Macintosh is sitting in one of the chairs near you.

>He's sitting with his eyes closed listening to the radio.

>http://youtu.be/s9kkohRJQC8?t=11s

>He appears quite content.

>Applejack steps forward.

 

>"Mac, Anon's here. I'll be in the kitchen helping Granny Smith."

>"Huh? Oh, alright. Hello, Anonymous."

"Hey, Big Mac."

 

>Applebloom breaks away from trailing you and runs after her sister.

>You take a seat across from your old friend.

>You relax in the soft cushions of the chair.

>Allowing the events of the past hour to flood back into your mind you begin to contemplate the >implications of Cheerilee's scandalous behavior.

>Maybe she's lonely...

>You are incredibly good-looking.

>It's a very real possibility that your devilish good-looks wooed her.

>Yeaaaah, it's probably that.

>You and Big Mac sit calmly and quietly in the room listening to the sounds of the radio and enjoying the scent of the food being prepared.

>It reminded you of coming over when you were not but a little boy.

>You reminisce for a few minutes.

>Ahh... the days of your youth... like the scent of fresh lemon, you see.

>You hear a familiar, shrill, old voice call out.

 

>"MACINTOSH, ANONYMOUS, DINNER!"

 

>Big Mac slowly rises, stretches for a brief moment, steps over to the radio, and clicks it off.

>He motions for you to head through the door.

>You walk and he follows.

>Moving through a very messy kitchen, Applebloom has a plate of rolls in her hands and one in her mouth.

 

>"Now, now, AB. If Granny Smith saw you eating that, you'd be in a whole mess of trouble."

>"Mmmph, mmph."

>"Just eat it quick, alright?"

>"Mmph!"

 

>You turn and continue into what you remember to be the dining room.

 

>As you enter the room you almost instantly spot it.

>Resting at the far end of the table a television set.

>Your jaw drops and you rush forward.

 

"Wow! You guys have one of these?"

 

>Applejack looks up to find you ogling the T.V.

 

>"We sure do. The apple harvest this year was really good and Mac's hardware store's been a success."

>"Ah hate it."

 

>You look over your shoulder and see Granny Smith wagging a serving spoon in the direction of the apparently offending electronic.

>You turn to face her.

 

"Why, Granny Smith?"

>"Oh please, Anon, call me Granny."

 

>Sweet old woman.

 

>"I hate it because it interrupts the family dinner!"

>"Oh, it ain't that bad."

>"Yes, it is, Applejack. Your just young and don't understand. I'm sure Anon understands, don't?"

 

>She looks at you questioningly and you smile.

 

"Of course, Granny."

 

>You and Applejack chuckle.

>Your eyes drift across to her where they are immediately drawn to her very low cut flannel shirt.

>Her cleavage is very much exposed to you.

>Thinking quickly you take the seat that you suspect to be yours.

>Possible boner crisis averted.

>I'll get you next time, I promise.

>Yeah, well, fuck you, boner.

 

>"So, Anon, like what you see?"

 

>The farm girl's voice rings in your ears.

>Oh no.

>You slowly look up and she's standing on the other side of the table motioning to all of the food.

>Oh. Oh god, you were worried.

 

>A roast ham, mince pies, all types of roasted and cooked vegetables, fresh-baked rolls; it was a veritable feast.

 

"Oh, I like it very much."

>"Good, cause Granny Smith worked real hard on preparing special just for you."

 

>You smile and stand up.

 

"Thank you very much, Granny. You've always been kind to me and I can see that time has not changed you a bit."

>"No, thank you, Anonymous. You were always a member of our family. Now, let's all sit down and eat. I'm hungry."

 

>Everyone laughs and sits down together at the table.

 

>After the food is passed out and your plate is filled to the edges, Big Mac switches on the television.

>Everyone eats their food, engrossed in the programs that were playing on the television.

>Occasionally a comment is made, but for the most part you all sit silently and watch.

 

>After dinner, pleasantries, and the dishes are done, you decide that it's time for you to head home for the night.

 

"Well, it's been fun, Big Mac. It was good seeing you again."

>"Of course, Anon."

 

>Granny Smith is nodding.

 

>"I expect to see you around her a lot, mister."

"I'll try to be over as much as possible, Granny."

>"Good."

 

>She slowly hobbles into the next room.

>You and Big Mac share a laugh.

 

>"Applejack will take you home. Let me find her for you."

 

>He leaves the room and you wait for a few minutes before Applejack enters.

 

>"Ready to leave, Anon?"

"Sure am, thanks for having me over, Applejack."

>"Please, call me AJ."

"Alright, AJ."

 

>The two of you walk to her truck.

>It's dark out now.

>She revs up the engine and flicks on the lights.

>She turns on the radio and the two of you ride down the driveway.

>http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MV_3Dpw-BRY

>What is this?

>Some new age stuff?

>Whatever.

>You drive for a while before she pulls off the road.

 

"Why are we stopping?"

 

>You look over to Applejack and see that she's unzipping her jacket.

>What?

>She's taken the jacket off and thrown it in the backseat.

 

>"Anonymous."

 

>She exhales sharply, but slowly.

 

>"Anonymous, all those years ago, when you hung out with Mac, I had the biggest crush on you."

"What?"

>"Shoot. Here I am lyin' to you. I didn't have a crush on you."

 

>You can barely see it in the dark, but she's blushing.

 

>"I used to love ya, Anon."

 

>What?

 

"What?"

>"Things have changed now, and I don't love ya anymore, but I've still got pent up feelin's I ain't never acted on."

 

"Um."

>"Um? Is that all ya got to say?"

"Well, to be honest I really have no idea what to say, this is all kind of unexpected."

>"Fine then, you don't need to talk. Just watch and enjoy."

 

>Applejack slowly unbuttons her shirt.

>Her breasts are released.

>They're large.

>http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TNpLSaCirj8

>You can see them rise and fall with the rhythm of her breathing.

>Her nipples are erect from the sudden cold that's hitting them.

>You reach over and rest your hand on one.

>It's warm and soft.

>You squeeze slightly, rubbing your finger against the nipple.

>She softly moans.

>You watch as she closes her eyes, letting you play with her nipple.

>I told you I would be back, Anon.

>Welcome home, friend.

>It's good to be back.

>Your boner rises once more.

>You feel it pressing against your pants.

>You use your free hand to undo the buttons on your jeans.

>Freeing your penis, you give it a few tugs to assure that it is at its fullest extent.

>Aware of your movement, Applejack opens her eyes and looks down at your cock.

>She licks her lips and shifts in her seat, lowering her head to your crotch.

>You feel her warm breath drift across your appendage.

>She tentatively kisses the tip.

>It sends a shiver up your spine.

>Her tongue pushes between her lips and licks.

>The wet muscle pulls across your lower head.

>Your cock twitches in response.

>She laughs, sending a burst of warm breath across your penis.

>In the cold of the cab of this truck, that warmth felt heavenly.

>You suddenly remember that you don't have a jacket and shiver.

>As you shiver, you thrust your penis up slightly.

>She takes the opportunity to grab your phallus with her mouth.

>The warmth and softness of her lips caressing your penis and the wet, warm swirling sensation perpetrated by her tongue cause you to act instinctively, thrusting up once more.

>Your cock pushes further into her mouth.

>She grazes her teeth over the shaft slightly.

 

>Suddenly, she plunges her head down taking the entire piece into her mouth.

>Her warm mouth is sucking at your cock.

>Warm spit covers your penis from tip to base.

>Applejack is bobbing her head up and down.

>You match each movement of her head with a movement of your hips.

>You can feel her lips press against the base of your rod and pull away with ever thrust.

>The warmth and wetness of her mouth along with the rhythm and swirling of her tongue is driving you mad.

>She slows down and pushes her head hard down on your cock, determined to deep throat it.

>You hear small choking and spluttering noises and feel her tongue twitch along your shaft.

>She pulls her head away and levels it with yours.

>Saliva is running down the corners of her mouth.

>You feel a hand grab ahold of your cock and start rubbing it quickly.

>She throws her head forward and locks lips with you.

>The two of you begin battling with your tongues as her hand swiftly moves up and down your length.

>You manage to take a glance and see that her free hand is stuffed down her own pants.

>You reach for her arm and pull it out of her pants.

>Her hand drags across yours as you work your way into her pants.

>The hand is wet and warm with her nectar.

>Your hand reaches down the front of her pants and you feel her warmth.

>The inside of her pants are slick with her juices.

>Your fingers rub against her lower lips and she moans into your mouth.

>The vaginal secretions act as lubrication and you pop a finger inside her pussy.

>It's hot and tight.

>Your finger moves up and down quickly.

>Eventually, you add a second finger.

>Your fingers work her insides.

>You can feel her muscles constrict around your fingers.

>A gush of liquid warmth hits splashes down between and around your fingers, soaking her pants more than before.

 

>"Ahhhhhh~"

 

>She pulls her head back and you look at her pants, a wet spot has formed around her crotch region.

 

>Pulling your hand from her pants you laugh and bring it to your face.

>You smell it before bringing it to your mouth.

>It smells of apples with a slight twist of hay.

>It tasted even better.

>Similar to the apple cider you drank earlier in the day.

>The thought of drinking a cup of her nectar brought a smile to your lips.

>All the while her hand has been pumping away at you.

>She picks up the pace, reaching into her pants, swiping some of the juice and rubbing it along your shaft.

>You thrust into her hand motions.

>Your dick begins twitching and you feel a familiar sensation building.

>Then...

>She lets go, grabs your head, and locks lips with you once more.

>Her hands fall away from your face, but your lips remain locked.

>Unable to break from this facial bond, you close your eyes and invade her mouth with your tongue.

>After making out with her for a minute or so you feel an unclothed leg wrap over you in the seat.

>Opening your eyes, you see that she's pushed the middle divider up and made more room for the two of you.

>Pulling you closer, she straddles you.

>She's completely naked now.

>But, you aren't.

>Her liquid gently drips out of her and onto your pants.

>You don't care.

>The warm, wet, tight hole in front of you was your mark.

>It was all you cared about.

>She's hovering above you.

>You can feel the warmth directly above your tip.

>She slowly lowers herself onto you.

>Your head pierces her lips and goes deep into her clit.

>You hilt in her.

>Her vaginal muscles tighten around your penis.

>She moves up and then pounds down again.

>A loud moan escapes from her mouth.

>Your thrusts become faster as do her bounces.

>You place your hands on her hips and feel her muscles flex beneath your fingers.

>Each thrust sends more and more of her lubricant into your lap.

>The smell of sex permeates the truck.

>She's moaning with every thrust now.

>You're moving faster and faster.

>Her walls stroke your cock as it moves up and down within her.

 

 

>Your cock begins twitching inside her.

>She begins grinding on your cock.

>Her fluids wet the groin of your own pants.

>Her movements start to send you over the edge.

>You make eye contact with her.

>Her breasts are jiggling as she grinds.

>You reach your hands up and grab her head, bringing it towards you.

>You feel another rush of warm fluid power its ways down the sides of your dick and she moans as you lock her in a kiss.

>You thrust hard one final time as she slides her tongue in your mouth.

>The feeling that had been building at the base of your penis is finally released.

>Your hot seed shoots into her, mixing with her own fluids.

>You lower your waist and rest on the seat.

>She rests her body against you.

>You both sit there for a while, breathing in the scent of each other's sex.

>Eventually, she pulls herself off of you.

>You look over to her.

>A glazed look of satisfaction plasters her face.

 

>"Thanks for that, Anon."

 

>You take a deep breath.

 

"No, thank you, AJ."

>"Heh. You want to do this again, just come on over and tell me."

"Sounds good."

 

>You're staring forward, out of the car.

>You watch the snow drift to the ground.

>Zipping up your pants, you smile in contentment.

>The car starts and you turn to see Applejack wearing her clothes again.

>Her stetson is tilted back and she's got a toothpick in her mouth.

>She's smiling.

>You close your eyes and lean back against the seat, relaxing.

>You were just gonna enjoy the ride.

 

"Thanks, Applejack."

>"Anytime, Sugarcube."

 

>Applejack winks at you and drives away.

>Wow.

>You take a deep breath and slowly exhale.

>Looking down at your body, you plainly see that you are covered in sexual fluids.

>Well, this is going to be hard to explain.

>You take few steps up the driveway, pondering whether or not you should just take off your clothes and walk in naked.

>Although, that would be just as bad, if not worse.

>You reach the front door and test the knob.

>It's locked.

>Of course.

>You ring the doorbell.

>And wait.

>And wait.

>And wait.

>Fuck.

>You try again.

>Same result.

>Realizing that Cheerilee must have fallen asleep you look around for a key she might have hidden.

>You lift a pot with a Poinsettia in it.

>Lo and behold, a key.

>You quietly unlock the door and replace the key.

 

>Sneaking in, you're sure to close the door slowly and quietly.

>Success!

>As you creep forward you can see that the fire in the living room is slowly dying out.

>You also see a sleeping form laying on the couch of that room.

>The radio is playing quietly.

>Cheerilee's a heavy sleeper.

>You make your way up the stairs, being sure not to make any loud...

>*CREAK*

>You turn quickly.

>Nothing.

>Continuing your ascent, you work hard to avoid any unseen threats hidden within the wood of the stairs.

>You make your way all the way up the dangerous climb and turn down the hall.

>Opening the door to the bathroom, you check to make sure there is a towel available.

>You shut and lock the door, taking off your clothes.

>You take a quick shower, dry yourself, and dive into your room.

>Tossing your clothes into the corner you lie down on your bed and slowly drift off to sleep.

>Your dreams are filled with apples and sex.

 

>You awake the next morning.

>Turning to the side you feel a familiar sensation.

>Hello, boner, my old friend.

>Hello, Anonymous.

>You pull the sheets off of you and stand up, scratching your chest and yawning.

 

>The smell of bacon and eggs hits your nose.

>Cheerilee must be fixing breakfast.

>You throw on a shirt and grab the pile of clothes from last night.

>Gotta throw these in the laundry without her noticing the stains.

>You open the door to your room, turn down the hall, and walk downstairs.

>You remember seeing the washing machine in the furnace room, so you head there.

>As you enter the kitchen you spy Cheerilee, wearing an apron, cooking breakfast.

>She hears you come in and turns her head.

 

>"Good morning, Anon. You woke up at a good time, I wasn't sure if I should wake you for breakfast. You were out late last night, but you're up. I hope you like eggs, bacon, and toast."

"Morning, Cheerilee. That sounds delicious. And always wake me up for breakfast, it's the most important meal of the day, they say."

 

>She laughs.

>You walk to the laundry room and rest your clothes in the washing machine.

>You hear her call to you from the other room.

 

>"Just set the clothes in the machine, I'll clean them for you."

 

>You nod, you'd assumed she would.

>You exit the room and thank her.

 

>"Breakfast is almost ready, just take a seat at the table and I'll bring it over."

"Sounds good."

 

>You walk into the dining room and take a seat.

>Cheerilee brings breakfast in.

>As she leans down to hand you your plate you are given a good view of her cleavage.

>She's very clearly not wearing a bra.

>As she turns to move to her seat you get a quick glance at her ass.

>You've been ogling over this women a lot and you only just met her the day before.

>Such is life.

>Cheerilee sits across from you at the small table and takes a bite of her food.

>You do the same.

>It was good.

>Expertly-fried eggs, crispy bacon, perfectly-browned toast.

>She spoke.

 

>"So, Anon, did you have fun with the Apples last night?"

"Uh, yes, I did. It was good seeing them all again, they've hardly changed."

>"How was Applejack?"

 

>You cough.

 

"What? Uh.. She's fine."

 

>"Good. Good. She used to be one of my students, that's why I asked."

"Ah, I see."

 

>There is a moment of awkward silence before you speak.

 

"So, I might be out for a bit today, someone named Pinkie wanted to throw me a party."

 

>Cheerilee laughs.

 

>"Yeah, that sounds like Pinkie Pie. Go to Sugarcube Corner, that little shop that sells pies and cakes down in the square, you'll probably find her setting up there."

"Oh, alright, thanks."

>"Mhm."

 

>You both continue eating.

>The food was delicious, especially since you were so hungry.

>Last night had worked up a pretty strong appetite in you.

>You think about your relationship with Applejack.

>She didn't seem to want anything more than a sexual relationship.

>You didn't mind, really.

>Hell, it was kind of nice knowing that you could have someone to spill your seed on any time you wanted to.

>This town just kept giving you more and more.

>Finishing breakfast, you grab your jacket to head out.

>Seeing this Cheerilee walks over to you.

>She looks nervous.

>http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VGO9jNHH5Lw

 

>"Don't be out too long."

 

>She's staring into your eyes.

>You can see the flames of passion burning in her eyes.

>She lovingly smiles.

>You smile back.

 

"I'll try to hurry home, Cheery."

 

>She laughs and blushes.

>It felt good to call this your home.

>A strange thought pops into your head.

>It felt even better to have someone to come home to.

>That filled you with warmth.

>You wonder if that's what she was thinking too.

>Did it feel good for her to have someone come home to her?

>Was that why she was acting the way she was around you?

>She must have been so painfully alone before you arrived.

>Ah, well, she seems happy now.

 

>You smile again, nod, open the door, and walk out into the cold.

>More snow fell overnight; a lot of driveways are covered.

>People are everywhere, clearing their driveways.

>The children are out again too.

>Winter is in full swing and this town is at the heart of it.

 

>You walk through the town.

>It's only your second day here and yet it feels like you never left.

>You stop in front of the high school.

>It's a beautiful building.

>You stare at the statue of the horse out front.

>You love horses.

>Maybe you'll buy one, one day.

>As you walk deeper into town you think of cowboys, horses, outlaws, and madams.

>Clearing your head, you see the townsfolk going about their business and running errands.

>You see a few people carrying a large Christmas tree into the square.

>It looks like they're setting up for the holidays.

>Christmas was only a few weeks away.

>You wonder if Cheerilee would want a present.

>You decide to get her one even if she doesn't.

>Walking to Sugarcube Corner, you see a pink-haired girl running around throwing streamers and banners up all over the facade of the building.

>You stop to stare for a minute.

>You watch her tight ass as she reaches to pin a streamer.

>The dress she is wearing is long enough to cover anything, but you do see the impression of her panties pressed against the outfit.

>They look frilly.

>She jumps and slides to grab a streamer and throws it over a pole.

>She's got a lot of energy.

>She'd probably be one wild ride in bed.

>She hangs one last banner over the door.

>It reads: Welcome home, Anonymous.

>She backs up to view her handiwork and you step forward next to her.

 

"It looks lovely."

 

>She screams and leaps in the air.

 

>"ANONYMOUS! QUICK! GET INSIDE!"

 

>What?

>You're being dragged inside by your wrist.

>Your feet drag through the snow, you can feel your shoes fill with the icy substance.

>Now your socks are going to be all wet.

>She throws you forward into the building.

>You stumble forward and catch yourself.

>Looking up, you the shop, just as you remember it, she’s clearly not decorated the inside yet.

>You feel a chair push into the back of your legs and you fall back into it.

>You're pushed in front of the warm fire and feel a hand rest on your shoulder.

 

>You look up to find Pinkie standing above you.

>She's looking down at you, smiling.

 

>"Everything is almost ready for you, Anon. You just sit here and relax and in an hour or so we can get this party started!"

"Alright, thank you, Pinkie. I really appreciate you going through the trouble of setting all of this up for me."

>"NooooOOOoooOooo problem, Anon!"

 

>She smiles and then ducks away leaving you alone by the fire.

>You take your shoes and socks off and set your socks near the fire.

>Gotta let them dry off.

>You lean back in the chair.

>The sound of music hits your ears.

>http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZgJ0GHXqAyI

>You close your eyes and listen to the sweet sound of the radio.

>You feel your whole body relax.

>You slowly sway your head from side to side with the music.

>The heat of the fire warms your body and the life flowing through the town warms your heart.

>You slowly drift off to sleep.

 

>You wake up to feel something warm moving against your side.

>You slowly open your eyes to find Pinkie nestled under your arm.

 

"Pinkie Pie, what are you doing?"

>"I'm waiting for you to wake up, silly. You looked so peaceful, so I didn't want to wake you up."

"And why am I holding you?"

>"Because, I wanted to make sure I saw right when you waked up!"

 

>Sure, why not?

>You shift and she stands up.

>You reach for your socks.

>They're dry and warm.

>Feels good.

>You slip on your shoes and stand up.

>The shop looks nothing like it did when you fell asleep.

>Party favors, streamers, banners, confetti, cakes, pies, and other miscellaneous colorful objects are littered throughout the shop.

>Tables have been cleared in the center to form room for a dance floor.

>The whole thing looked expertly put together.

 

"Did you do all of this by yourself?"

>"Of course, silly!"

 

>The only thing the room is missing is other people.

 

"Pinkie, where are all the other party guests?"

>"Oh! Everyone I invited was too busy, so it's just you and me!"

 

>This can only end well.

 

>You take a few steps forward before speaking.

 

"So, what's on the agenda then? Dancing? Food? Merriment?"

>"Oh, we'll do all of those things, but first..."

 

>She leaps behind the counter and pops out with a party horn in her mouth.

*HONK*

>She snickers and hops back over the counter.

 

>"Nowph iph tiphe fer-"

 

>She spits the party horn out.

 

>"Now, it's time to dance!"

 

>She flicks on the radio.

>http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bsut1SEDY4s

>You knew this song.

>You hop onto the dance floor and start dancing.

>She jumps on right after you, smiling and laughing.

>The two of you dance together.

>Your bodies swing to the beat of the music.

>It sure was a catchy tune.

 

>You danced for an hour or so before you got tired and sat down.

>She kept going.

>You were watching her hips sway to the song.

>Her breasts jiggled each time she moved one way or the other.

>Eventually, she started spinning around and around.

>It's impressive.

>She suddenly stopped on her heel, looked at you and stumbled over.

>Falling across your lap, she was bursting up in laughter.

 

>"Hahahahaha. That was too great. Oh, that was so much fun! Wanna do it again?"

"Pinkie, I think I've had enough dancing for today."

>"Oooooh, pllleeeeeaaaassseeeee?"

 

>You sigh.

 

"Fine."

 

>She leaps up and shouts for joy.

>You slowly stand and join her on the dance floor.

>You're able to move with her for another hour or so before your body fails on you and you collapse in one of the plush arm chairs.

>You sit for a moment catching your breath.

>Looking up you see that a table has been pushed in front of you and Pinkie Pie is sitting opposite you.

>There is a cake in the middle of the table.

 

>"Who wants caaaaake?"

 

>She cuts a slice and hands it to you.

>You eat a slice of cake and Pinkie eats the rest.

>THAT is impressive.

>Pinkie stares at you with an expectant look.

 

"What's next?"

>"I'm glad you asked."

 

>She points up.

>You see mistletoe hanging from the roof directly above the table

 

 

>You smile at her.

>Clever girl.

>You lean in.

>She grabs your head and pulls it close.

>Your lips lock.

>Her tongue slips into your mouth.

>Well, this isn't usually how mistletoe kisses go, but if she wants it this way you aren't objecting.

>She smells of cake and icing.

>You open her eyes and see that she's staring straight at you.

>You feel her foot touch your leg under the table.

>What's with the girls in this town?

>Are they all sex crazed?

>You hope so.

>You break the contact and sit back.

>Her foot brushes against your crotch.

>You feel a twitch run through your groin.

>You quickly become erect.

>She's staring into your eyes.

 

"So, why all of this?"

>"Because, you're new in town and I want you to feel welcome."

"That hardly makes sense."

>"Does it have to? Hehe."

"I suppose not."

>"If you really want to know, I can tell you."

"Go for it."

>"When I fell on top of you, I felt your body against mine and I knew that I had to have you inside of me."

"Wow. Just like that, huh?"

>"Weeeellll, Applejack may have told me how good you were to her last night and I wanted a piece of the action."

 

>There it was. Now it made sense.

 

>"So, are we gonna do it or are you just gonna sit there asking questions all day?"

 

>You pull your chair back and stand.

>She does too.

 

"Is anyone here?"

>"No, everyone is out for the day. They knew I was going to have the party, so we've got the building for the day."

"Shut and lock the doors."

 

>She smiles and runs to the door, shutting and locking it.

>She walks over to you, peeling off her dress.

>She wasn't wearing a bra.

>Her perky tits bounce with her every step.

>She presses against you, her tits push against your chest.

>You pull your own shirt off.

>Your naked flesh rubs against each other.

>You feel her nipples rub across you.

>She squirms every time she shifts direction.

>You can feel her legs rubbing against your crotch.

>Looking down you see that she's grinding her own crotch against you.

>Her frilly panties rub up and down against your leg.

>You unbuckle your pants and drop them.

>You flip her around and sit her on the table.

>She immediately pulls her panties off and spreads her legs giving you a full view of everything she has to offer.

>Her tight clit is positively dripping with the nectar of her desire.

>You quickly whip your underwear off and toss them into the pile of clothes a few feet away.

>You place a hand on your cock and give it a few tugs to prep it.

>You walk up to her and crouch down on your knees.

>Placing your head in-between her legs you give a few experimental licks.

>She even tastes like icing.

>Her warmth feels good against your face.

>You bury your face in her muff and run your tongue deep in her slit.

>She cries out in ecstasy as you bring your tongue to the top and slide it in deep.

>You lick her inner walls, savoring every drop of her fluids.

>She squirms and moans with every lick.

>You bring your hand up and slip a finger inside, working her for every last lick of nectar.

>Her hands run through your hair.

>She's grinding her hips against your face.

>Her moans become louder and louder as your licks become faster and faster.

>Your finger is diving in and out of her vagina as your tongue does its job.

>More and more honey is being released from her pot and your mouth is there to lap it up.

>Your tongue dives in one more time and you give her a deep lick.

>You feel her walls tighten around your tongue and you are with a blast of warm fluid.

>She lets out a high-pitched moan before releasing your head and falling back onto her elbows.

>As you finish lapping up her juices, she pants.

>Standing, you place yourself between her legs and lean in to kiss her.

>Your lips lock and she invades your mouth searching for a taste of herself.

>You grapple tongues for a minute before pulling back and kissing her lightly on the nose.

>She giggles as you thrust.

>You hilt inside her and she gasps.

>Her walls collapse around you and another blast of warm liquid slams against your penis, covering your pelvic region.

>She just orgasmed a second time.

>Damn, this girl was primed.

>You start pumping.

>She starts moaning again and sits up, wrapping her arms around you.

>Your erection pounds into her, with every thrust an audible slap rings through the word.

>Each slap is enunciated by a moan from Pinkie.

>With every thrust, more lubrication coats your prick.

>The table beneath you begins to creak.

>Afraid of it breaking you wrap your arms around Pinkie and pick her up, continuing to pump.

>You move her to the chair behind you and continue thrusting.

>She begins gyrating her hips against your cock each time you hilt.

>You look into her eyes and she stares back into yours.

>You lean in and kiss her again.

>As you lean in, the chair topples, sending you thrusting deep into her.

>She screams in pleasure and you feel another release.

>You're both on the ground now, your hunched over the chair pumping into her.

>Her head is lolled to the side and she's trying to catch her breath.

>You reach a a hand forward and grab one of her tits.

>Squeezing it, you feel the nipple beneath your palm.

>You lean your head down, remove your hand and lick it.

>You begin sucking on her breast, swirling your tongue around the nipple as your dick slips in and out of her wet pussy.

>As you concentrate on the nipple you feel one of her hands grab your hand.

>You look up to see her dragging your hand to her throat.

>You raise your head from her teat.

 

"What are you doing?"

 

>She squeezes your hand on her throat.

>You give her a confused look and she nods.

>You squeeze.

>Almost immediately you feel more nectar and warmth surround your penis.

>The girl's crotch is on fire within seconds of your squeeze.

>She's really into this.

>You squeeze harder and she lets out a moan.

>You bring your other hand to her throat and squeeze with both.

 

>Choking her as you pump, you see her eyes roll back in her head and her tongue loll out in pleasure.

>This is far stranger than anything you're used to, but you don't really mind.

>You continue pumping and squeezing until you feel her orgasm one final time.

>Her hot honey passes over your cock, which triggers a reaction deep within your balls.

>Your dick twitches and sends stream after stream of seed deep inside of her.

>You release and she gasps for air.

>There is a smile on her face.

>You roll off of her, fluids leaking onto the floor as you move.

>You lay your head back and take a deep breath.

>This was enjoyable.

>Pinkie is already up.

>Her face hovering just inches from your cock.

 

"We're still going?"

>"OOooooh yeah."

 

>You smile and lay back, letting her mouth do all the work.

>Her tongue swirls around the head of your quickly rising penis.

>She takes your dick deep and your hands meet the back of her head, holding her there.

>You hold for a long time.

>She begins to choke and cough.

>You hold her still.

>Her tongue is swirling and caressing your cock in the perfect way.

>She works the insides of her cheeks in harmony with her tongue.

>Her coughing and choking only adds to your excitement.

>With each lurch, she breathes hot air onto your erection.

>Eventually, the sensation becomes too much for you to handle and your release once more in her mouth.

>You wait until you are totally finished to let her go.

>She brings her head up, slowly swallowing your release, after which she begins coughing and gasping for breath.

 

"So, how'd you like that?"

>"Perfect."

 

>You look down to see a puddle of her own fluids on the floor between her legs.

>She reaches down and rubs her clit, bringing some of the fluid to her face.

>Licking her fingers clean, she moves on top of you again.

>You're unsure if you'll be able to get it up again, but sure enough, your penis rises once more.

>I'll never leave you hanging, Anon.

>For better or for worse, Boner.

>Exactly.

 

>You continue screwing her for one or two more goes before you can no longer get it up.

>You slide into the plush arm chair and sit by the fire, your clothes still in a pile to the side of the room, and Pinkie laying across you.

>Your flaccid penis is rubbing on her back.

>Your hand lays across her stomach, gently stroking.

>Chicks dig belly rubs.

>After an hour or so you move to stand up and she leaps off of you.

>You begin putting on your clothes.

 

>"Hey. Where are you going?"

"Home, it's been a long day and I'm kind of tired. Thank you for the party though."

 

>She smiles at you.

 

>"You're welcome! My doors are open aaaaannnnnyyyy time and you're always invited."

 

>She bends over and turns her head to stare at you.

>She's sticking out her tongue.

>You feel yourself begin to get hard again, but you know that you won't be able to take much if you get going again.

>Declining your boner, you put on your pants, shirt, and jacket.

 

"So, what does this mean then?"

>"Weeeellll, I'd say that it means we're together."

 

>She grabs your hand.

>She still hasn't put on clothes.

>You pull her in for a kiss.

>Your lips lock and you embrace for a moment before you pull away and stare into her eyes.

>You could get used to that.

 

>You bid a final farewell to her and head out into the snowy square.

>Stretching you decide to head home.

>You pass Flash on the way, he's making out with some girl with reddish-pink hair.

>You remember her.

>She was talking about flowers as you passed by the previous day.

>Nice score, Flash.

>You walk for a while, enjoying the view.

>It wasn't very late, but you'd been out for a while.

>Hopefully Cheerilee won't mind.

>Although, you should have showered at Sugarcube Corner, you knew they had an apartment above the shop, Pinkie had told you.

>Well, she might not notice the smell of sex on you.

>At least it wasn't on your clothes.

>She might mistake it for icing.

>You laugh quietly to yourself and continue your walk through town.

 

>A few weeks pass.

>They sweep past you in a big pink blur.

>You are banging Pinkie almost daily.

>Your relationship with her is one of intense sexual encounters with affection therein.

>Outside of sex, however, there is very little substance to your relationship with her.

>At first, you suspect it might be caused by the secrecy of your relationship.

>You keep it secret because you are afraid of how Applejack might react.

>Eventually, you come clean, Applejack is happy for you, but nothing in your relationship changes.

>It becomes clear to you that because of how energetic and silly Pinkie is she is incapable of displaying and heartfelt affection outside of sex.

>In the meantime, your relationship with Cheerilee quickly develops into a strong, happy friendship.

 

>Earlier in the week you bought her a necklace as a present.

>You also helped her decorate the house, set up the tree, and hang the lights.

>You wake up to the smell of cinnamon buns.

>Your stomach grumbles as you wipe the sleep from your eyes.

>Standing, you scratch your head and think.

>Today is...

>Christmas!

>Ah, yes.

>You quickly throw on a shirt and grab Cheerilee's present from your dresser.

>Sticking with just your underwear, a habit Cheerilee is well-aware of, you dash down the stairs.

>You spot her in that short nightgown with a robe over her.

>Walking up quietly behind her you place your hands on her shoulders and shout.

 

"MERRY CHRISTMAS, CHEERY!"

 

>She jumps and turns on you, grabbing your sides.

 

>"Anon, I've told you not to do that!"

 

>You kiss her lightly on the cheek, pointing up at the mistletoe.

>She laughs and blushes, turning back to the bacon on the stove.

>You back away and set the package on the table.

 

>"What's that?"

"For you."

>"Oh!"

 

>She smiles.

 

>"Thank you, Anon."

"Of course."

>"I actually have one for you as well, but I'm going to give it to you later."

"Sounds good and thank you, Cheery."

 

>"Don't thank me until you see it, you don't even know if you're going to like it."

"I'm sure that I will absolutely love it."

 

>She blushes again.

>You love it when she blushes.

>Your eyes scan over her body.

>Her tight ass barely covered by the night gown and robe, her breasts similarly covered.

>Her succulent figure, every curve was better than the last.

>Her beautiful face.

>And those beautiful green eyes filled with...

>Was that love?

>A tingle in your heart hopes that it is.

>You smile at her and she turns back to cooking.

>Sitting at the table you stretch your legs out.

>A familiar friend rubs against the front of your nondescript underwear.

>Your flag's currently at half-mast.

>Pulling your legs back you sit up and grab Cheerilee's present.

>Twirling it in your hand you hear her speak.

 

>"So, did you get a good night's sleep last night?"

"I did. You?"

>"Kind of, although, I was afraid I had woken you up at one point."

"Woken me up?"

>"So I didn't then? You're a heavy sleeper."

"How would you have woken me up?"

 

>She blushes, apparently she hadn't thought through her initial question.

 

>"Um. Nevermind."

 

>You stare forward, also blushing.

>Things get awkward for a moment before she walks over to the table with breakfast.

>The two of you share a lovely breakfast of eggs, bacon, and cinnamon buns.

 

"Open it now."

 

>You slide the package across the table to her.

 

>"Are you sure?"

"Of course!"

 

>She takes the package and slowly unwraps it.

>http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ojYK6CW8gdw

>Her eyes widen and her mouth opens.

>She slowly lifts the diamond necklace out of the box.

>Took your entire box of cigars and a good chunk of your money, but you managed to get it.

>It was worth it.

>She was worth it.

 

"Would you allow me the pleasure of putting it on you?"

 

>She nods; mouth still agape.

>You stand, gently taking the necklace from her hands.

 

>You get behind her and carefully connect the chain, allowing your hand to brush against the sides of her face.

>She moans softly.

>You blush and remove your hands.

>She slowly stands, red very apparent in her cheeks.

 

>"Anon, I... I have something to tell you."

 

>You feel a stronger heat rush to your cheeks.

>She turns towards you, pulling your arms to her sides.

>She looks down.

 

>"I've been looking for someone, Anonymous. Anyone. I've been so lonely. I put out the advertisement for the room because I wanted someone else to be in this house with. I couldn't stand being alone in this house anymore."

>"When I heard your voice on the phone though, how intense you sounded, how ready to come over you were, I knew that you were perfect. When I first saw you, I think I, as clique as this sounds, fell in love with you. I love you, Anon."

 

>She's blushing.

>Hard.

>You pull her closer to you, into a kiss.

>Your lips touch and your hearts ignite.

>You feel her soft lips rub against your own.

>Your hand rises and strokes the side of her face.

>She places her hand atop yours and you break for air.

>Staring into each other's eyes you behold love.

>This is something you've not seen in Pinkie Pie's eyes.

>Your insides are ablaze.

>You feel her body press against yours as the two of you embrace, the heat of her body radiating into yours.

>Her supple breasts rub against your chest.

>You feel an erection building.

>There will be no hiding me. You know this, right?

>Do it, boner. DO IT!

>She blushes again.

>Her hand slips down and grabs a hold of your penis.

>You both blush as she grips.

>She looks down and then back at your face.

>She smiles.

 

>"I think it's time that I give you your present."

 

>Still holding your cock she begins walking to the stairs.

>She is guiding you by your penis.

>You follow her up the stairs, all the while staring at her exposed ass from underneath the short nightgown.

 

>You get to her room.

>She lets go of you and walks inside.

>She motions for you to sit on the bed.

>You do.

>Standing in front of you, she swiftly pulls off the robe and nightgown.

>She stands before you utterly and completely naked.

>Acting quickly, you sling off your shirt and underwear.

>She walks towards you slowly, her eyes are half-lidded.

>She slowly gets on top of you, pushing you back onto the bed.

>Her vagina is hovering only a few inches above your cock.

>You feel her warmth, her secretion, radiating, flowing down onto you.

>Her breasts rise and fall with every breath.

>She lowers front down, so that she is laying on top of you.

>You kiss her lightly.

>She kisses you back, hard.

>Your tongues intertwine.

>It isn't comparable to a struggle of power, not this time.

>It's more like a lover's embrace.

>Fitting.

>Her tongue twirls around yours.

>You push forward, following the top of her tongue back into her mouth.

>She grabs your tongue with her lips and pulls back.

>Drawing your muscle back into your mouth you open your eyes and stare at her.

>She looks at you, smiling.

>You feel her begin to lower herself onto you.

>This is it.

>You're going to fuck Cheerilee.