- >You are what you like to refer to as a “hopeless romantic” and what most girls call “an idiot”
- >Your name was anon and Valentine’s Day was just around the corner
- >Taking a deep breath, you look down at the list of girls’ names on the table in front of you
- >There was a plethora of them already checked off, showing that they had rejected you
- >Even just thinking back made you cringe slightly from the awful memories
- >You slump down in your chair in sorrow before rubbing your temples in thought
- >Twilight couldn’t pick up you wanted to date her, Rainbow Dash just laughed for a minute solid
- >Fluttershy bolted, though you had a question mark near her name as she was a possible “yes”
- >Licking your lips, you gaze over the list you had written up almost an entire week ago
- >It was then that you had decided you should have at least ONE Valentine’s Day with someone
- >The odd thing was, you’d had girlfriends before, they just always seemed busy on those days
- “This day is cursed”
- > “Yep”
- >You look over to see your closest, from your perspective, friend Big Mac
- >Straightening up in the chair, you re examine the list before hitting the table with your palm
- “What is it with the girls of this school?I try to is take them somewhere nice and I’m rebuffed”
- >Looking over to Big Mac, you watch as he thoughtfully blinks in almost slow motion
- “Are you sure about me not dating your sister?”
- > “Yep”
- “Yes as in I CAN date her or yes as in I CAN’T date her?”
- >Big Mac just continues to stare at you, before you roll your eyes and return to the paper
- “Fine. Who else is there then? I’ve asked out just about every girl with a resounding no in return”
- >You pick up the paper and enthusiastically shake it at Big Mac, who doesn’t react
- “I guess I’m going to spend my Valentine’s Day alone...again”
- >Big Mac pats you on the back, before you turn your head to the side and see an amazing sight
- >A large, very enticingly shaped rear was directed towards you, obscured only by a pink skirt
- “Hold on, lets not lose hope Big Mac. I think I’ve found my new object of desire”
- >Big Mac sighs and shakes his head outside of your field of view as you stand up from your seat
- >You approach the incredibly attractive and slightly shaking ass as you straighten your hair
- >Reaching a place about a foot behind her, you slip on a fallen paper and hit your head on a table
- >The blow was not enough to knock you out, but was still hard enough to give you quite the start
- >Which came out as a rather unattractive yelp, making you sound like a kicked dog
- > “Oh my goodness, are you alright?”
- >Looking up with a somewhat dazed vision, you see the pretty face of someone you knew
- >The blow to your head must have caused some damage because that’s all you knew of her
- “Why, I believe I’ve just fallen for you”
- >She giggles at the joke and holds out a hand as you slowly blink back to clarity
- >Taking the hand she offers you, you see her head back lit into a sort of trick halo around her
- “So, may I ask your name?”
- > “My name’s Cadance”
- >Standing up, your smile freezes as your memory comes back to you at a rather bad time
- >You just hit on Cadance, head cheerleader and general super heroine of Canterlot High
- >In your head, you quickly assess whether or not you could safely bolt from the area
- >Still maintaining your smile, a small voice in your head reminds you that you were still dateless
- > “Are you sure you’re alright? That was a pretty solid hit and you seem kind of dazed”
- “I get like that with pretty girls”
- > “Like you’re on drugs?”
- “If so, mind if I get addicted?”
- >This was a pretty risky move, and may not have come off so smooth without the head injury
- >She was giggling again at least, making you pray it wasn’t directed at you rather than with you
- >Taking a bolder move, probably due to the pain making you want to get this over with, you speak
- “So, got any plans for Valentine’s Day?”
- > “None right now. Why?”
- >She bat her eyes at you in a very suggestive manner that led you to ask her out
- >It was either that or the trauma was making you hallucinate and or blink in and out of sleep
- “How about we go out then? Nice restaurant?”
- > “I’m not sure, I have a school meeting, a cheer practice...”
- >You wince in pain, remembering all too well how often a list of excuses prefaced rejection
- “How about you just relax then?”
- >She raises her eyebrows and adjusts the books in her arms
- > “What do you mean by that exactly?”
- “Well, you sound busy that day, especially for a holiday. Why not go on a date to have fun?”
- >Looking back and forth, she appears almost lost in thought for a few seconds
- “...Is that a no? Or a yes?”
- > “Well, I’m trying to think if I can squeeze it into my schedule for that day...”
- >Moving her fingers in the air, she comically imitates a calendar before flashing a big smile
- >The utter brightness of her teeth almost made you want to cover your eyes
- >Braving quick peeks across her body, it seemed more and more like she was perfect
- >Her chest was certainly big, but not too big as to be unwieldy or odd shaped
- >As you had already seen, her ass was a vision of perfection, just the right size and shape
- >Not just a perfect body, her face was beyond picture perfect with a variety of features
- >Those bright violet eyes matching the swirl of white and purple in her hair
- >In fact she was so good looking, you were even more surprised when she spoke
- > “I could go out on date at seven. I assume you have a car?”
- “Why yes I do. All I need is your number and-”
- > “Address? Here”
- >She hands you a business card, somewhat taking the confident stride out from under you
- “Alright then, see you at seven then”
- > “I’ll be ready to go by then. See you there Anon!”
- >You wave goodbye and look down at the small card with squinting eyes as you rub your head
- >Moving back to the table, you sit down without a word as you read it one last time
- “Well, that went a great deal better than expected”
- > “Yep”
- >Looking back to your ever responsive friend you sigh before a realization hits you
- “I just asked out the head cheerleader for Valentine’s Day and have nothing planned or reserved”
- > “Yep”
- >You crumple up the sheet and frantically look to the card before looking back to Big Mac
- “Do you think she’ll notice? I mean, she won’t just leave because of there being no plan, right?”
- >Big Mac blinks in silence before packing his things up quietly and standing up
- “Big Mac? She won’t notice right? Right?”
- > “Nope”
- >You sigh with relief and recline in your chair to admire the simple yet fancy looking card
- >On the pink background was gold lettering detailing her name, a few jobs and phone number
- >Just then, another thought hits your head and you bolt upright and run after Big Mac
- “Hey wait, did you mean nope she will, or nope she won’t? Big Mac?”
- >You chase after your large ginger giant, but he somehow managed to get lost in the crowd
- >Turns out that lunch had ended quite quickly and left you scrambling to go to class
- >The rest of the day passed as you would expect it too, although with more anxiety than usual
- >You always carry a certain, healthy amount of worry in your daily life as a junior in high school
- >It was a delicate balancing act, do you do homework? Or just mess around all weekend?
- >Tough choices like these dominated your fast paced life style as you lived a mediocre life
- >All things considered, you were feeling rather well for the minor head blow earlier
- >Heading home in your shockingly expensive car, you feel a smile come over your face
- >Finally reaching home the smile fades as you remember that you had to set up an entire date
- >Moving up to your room, you take a seat and try to clear your head before setting it up
- >For a while, you tried sit in a contemplative state and just think your way to a solution
- >But ended up just sitting uncomfortably with a blank mind for about 15 minutes
- >Getting fed up with staring at your dirty floor, you grab a phone and set to work on a plan
- >You called up a lot of restaurants, most of which were filled as it was Valentine’s Day
- >Taking turns alternating between weeping and calling more restaurants, you take a small break
- >Eventually, you give up and set the phone down, rubbing your temples as you think
- >A great deal of time was wasted doing this odd task, but it felt more comforting than calling
- >Suddenly, the idea comes to you that there might be a way to get out of this situation
- >Calling one last number, you ask a rather small, unknown restaurant if it was open
- >It was less of a restaurant and more of a milkshake bar, you thought in silence
- >In fact, it seemed odd that such a store would even exist in modern times, being a 50’s thing
- >Brushing aside this small portion of logic, you instead thank the woman on the phone
- >Hanging up, you lean back in your chair and relax as you smile to yourself for the clever idea
- >Checking the clock, you sigh in pain as you see the clock turn to 10:45
- >Standing up, you slump your surprisingly tired body onto your untidy bed in a heap
- >The tiredness takes you over quite quickly and you fade into unconsciousness
- >You wake up with a sudden shock of an alarm blaring some cartoon theme at your head
- >Shutting it off groggily, you check the time as per usual and scramble to get clean
- >It’s amazing how dirty one can get from walking from room to room before passing out
- >The world’s crappiest super power aside, you manage to make it in time for school
- >Reaching the hallways and transitioning from the rather the frigid outside, you are taken aback
- >The hallways were blasted with pink coloured hearts and plastered with streamers of bright red
- >It was almost intimidating, seeing the explosion of color over the normally bland corridor
- >Despite being a sucker for the whole “true love” deal, you felt threatened by the declarations
- “Who did all this?”
- >You ask the question out into the air of the empty hall, having arrived at one of the isolated exits
- > “It was ME! Isn’t it just AMAZING?!”
- >A blur of pink phases in front of you, causing you to leap back onto the hard and cold tile floor
- “Well, they’re certainly...”
- >You look around the room and comment in your head how it looked like a 5 year old girl’s room
- “...Pink”
- > “Great! I love pink!”
- >She bounces away with an unnaturally high couple of bounces, you sit up and watch her leave
- >On a normal day, you might have watched her too short skirt bounce, revealing pink panties
- >But today, your mind was focused on something else
- >Just in case you felt out of touch, you did sneak a few quick peeks of the girl’s rear end
- >Standing up and dusting yourself off, you start to walk towards your next class
- >As you walked to class, you thought through your plans again and started to drift off
- >The plan was set in motion and all you had to do was wait it out, a little while longer
- >You were feeling quite confident in your plans, so much so that you became lost in thought
- >Until you bumped into cadance again, this time face first and with both of you walking
- >Momentum was on your side however, and thus it was you who fell on top of her
- >For being underneath your full weight and only a t-shirt, her breasts were surprisingly soft
- >Wait a minute...Was she not wearing a bra?
- > “Um, Anon? Could you move please?”
- “What? Oh, yes, of course sorry”
- >Rolling off of her and still reeling from the discovery, you push yourself back up and help her up
- “Really sorry about that, I was day dreaming I guess”
- > “It’s fine, just make sure not to be so clumsy on our date”
- “That’ll be hard to do while I’m falling for you”
- >She blushes at that incredibly cheesy line as you mentally yell at yourself for saying it
- >Well, on the plus side she seemed easy to please if you could just keep up the one-liners
- > “So, can I ask where you plan to take us tonight?”
- “Well, all of the more fancy restaurants were taken, but I did get us one spot”
- > “Oh, where is it?”
- “Sugarcube Corner?”
- > “You mean that small milkshake place where Pinkie lives?”
- “Yes, wait, Pinkie Pie lives inside the place?”
- > “Well, on the floor above it at least, it’s because she works there”
- “That’s, well, it doesn’t matter. I’ll see you then, stay beautiful”
- > “Are you going to be such a flirt the whole night?”
- “Can’t help myself”
- >She giggles and turns around to leave, carrying her small thing of books and flyers with her
- >It still struck you as odd how people like her tended to simply excel at everything they did
- >Everything about her seemed to be pointing her towards a more out going person than you
- >Not to shoot yourself down, or anything but Cadance belong to a far more preppy social class
- >It also made you wonder why she lacked a date on one of the most well known dating holidays
- >There was something suspicious about it, and if you were any less confident, you might care
- >Thankfully, you were willing to suspend disbelief and just go with the flow of dating her
- >As the day passed by, you thought of more and more things to send you on the date
- >Mostly these thoughts were about her pretty smile, or utterly stunning violet eyes
- >But a good portion of them were devoted to somewhat more devious images of her body
- >Those nice and soft breasts, which she kept free and open to the air, a quite bold move
- >Her ass that just seemed too perfect to be, yet worked on such a perfectly made girl
- >The way she walked, how she talked, everything about her was the epitome of it’s likeness
- >You were thinking lazily about her ass when you walked into another corner
- >A sharp cord of pain goes up your body and you bite your lip to keep from yelping
- >Just as you did, Big Mac came around the same corner and looked at you
- >He had a droopy, tired look in his eyes as he scanned you up and down with his eyes
- “I was lost in thought, happens to the best of us”
- >Silence fills the empty corridor aside from the echo of Pinkie’s sneakers somewhere
- > “Eeyup”
- >He moves down the hallway, earning a quick glare from you before you turned away
- >The big lunk of a southerner was short on words but was also a good excuse to talk to yourself
- >On top of that, his sister was also the model of a southern belle in body and mind
- >This time, you were thinking of Applejack’s ass and instead of a wall it was a trash can
- > “Silly anon, save that attitude for the party!”
- “What party? There’s a party?”
- > “There’s ALWAYS a party with me!”
- >That sounded like some vague attempt to characterize herself in a just awful manner
- >Still, it rung true that she held a party every day, it certainly felt that way anyhow
- >Just then, your heart sank when you realized you could’ve just brought Cadance there
- >No, you said to your stirring mind, it was far too early to feel this foolish
- >On the plus side, if you hadn’t heard about the party, there’s a chance she hadn’t either
- >A smile comes over your face as you find your attempt to calm down had succeeded
- >Thinking about things too much just ruins them anyway, best to just wing it and hope
- >Of course, this strategy is what led you into you into this situation in the first place
- >Reaching your first class, you sit down and get out the appropriate materials for it
- >With a sigh, you start your day with a practiced method of just looking busy all day
- >You honestly could care less about the materials for one day, neither could the teachers
- >It was Valentine’s day, and lethargy was heavy in the air of the halls and fellow students
- >Moving to your last class and repeating the same steps, you start to count the minutes
- >Each one that passes seems to move slower and slower until you drift off
- >A small dream comes to you before the sudden and sharp ringing of a bell blares
- >Shaking your head from the surge of awakeness, you scramble to put your things away
- >Walking to your car with your backpack in tow, you sigh and try to completely wake up
- >Something was itching at you about Pinkie Pie however, and you could swear it was that party
- >It didn’t matter anyway, you’d be busy with your date with Cadance the cheerleader
- >Pausing for a second, you tried to think of a better title for her that sounded less like a fantasy
- >Finding nothing, you shake your head from the seemingly random thoughts and open your car
- >Not really focusing on what you were doing, you drive yourself home and go to your room
- >Normally you’d watch T.V. or do something else, but tonight was a rather important night
- >Feeling quite ready for it, you got a nice set of clothes from your closet, surprising find
- >Next, you take a hot shower before you put the clothes on, no point if you were dirty already
- >You think up somethings to talk to Cadance about, but realize that it’s far too cheesy to do
- >Instead, you take a shot in the confident dark and decide to just wing it
- >Hopefully, she wouldn’t end up like all of the other girls who listened to you talk and bolted
- >Uh oh, looks like that little depressive tick was trying to ruin your lucky night tonight
- >Fat chance of that happening however, you had succeeded in deluding yourself into confidence
- >Or maybe it was just a regular pep talk, you never really had these issues before
- >Being scared of girls was something you’d forgotten about a long time ago
- >It was quite the funny story in fact, it was such an odd day in middle school...
- >Good thing you already remembered it, otherwise you might have to waste time thinking about it
- >Straightening out your clothes on your freshly hosed off body, you check out your own reflection
- >You took the time to admire yourself in a variety of poses before being satisfied with your looks
- >Walking downstairs and out the door, you have a little hop in your step
- >Getting into your car, you head off towards Cadance’s place with a smile glued to your face
- >It was starting to get dark out, but the sky had turned an amazing shade of pink and orange
- >The pink parts reminded you of your incredibly beautiful date and made you drift away
- >Swerving out of the way to not hit a cat in the road, you figure you could hold up daydreaming
- >Finally reaching Cadance’s house, you stop and take a deep breath before looking in the mirror
- >Flattening down any stray strands of hair, you stand up and move up the steps to her house
- >Her home was a rather elegant one, not a mansion by any means but certainly nicer than yours
- >Looking around the large and clearly old door, you find a small brass cover around the doorbell
- >You press it and hear the deep tone of it resonate throughout the large home
- >From the way it bounced back at you, her house must be fairly empty or very quiet
- >After a few seconds, you hear some footsteps and suddenly Cadance opens the door
- “Hello Cadance, ready to go?”
- > “Yes I am. After all the things I had to set up tonight, I’d love to just relax and unwind”
- “Me too, things have been hectic for me as well”
- >This was not entirely true, you were not really a member of anything so you only had homework
- >Which none of your teachers had given to you for the weekend, making that lie number one
- “You look great by the way”
- > “Thanks, I decided to just wear something comfortable since we’re not at school”
- >Looking down, you give a glance at her body, particularly certain areas, a little too long
- >You shake yourself away and try to focus on the less hypnotic things about the date so far
- >Cadance was wearing a more casual outfit, wearing a tight pair of yoga pants and a t-shirt
- >The way they clung to her perfectly round ass made you almost want to just grab it
- >Getting to the car, you open up the door for her and signal for her to get in
- >She does and you move over to your side, a large smile flashing on your face in excitement
- >Getting in your side of the car, you start it up and turn towards Cadance
- >She gave you a soft and warm smile, one which seemed to reflect her perfect appearance
- “Care to turn on the radio?”
- > “Go ahead”
- >You click it on to your usual station, expecting a simple song that fit the mood of the moment
- >http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Bo-qweh7nbQ
- >Well, it was technically a love song, and Cadance didn’t burst out laughing or anything
- >You turn it down low in case she wanted to talk and proceed along towards Sugarcube Corner
- “So, how are things going today? Anything exciting?”
- > “Well, I met with Pinkie Pie and told her we were coming to her party, then in physics-”
- “Wait, we’re going to a party now?”
- > “The party at Sugarcube corner? Wasn’t that your plan?”
- >You wanted to say to go somewhere else, but there was nowhere else to go tonight
- >Pinkie Pie’s parties were not your kind of relaxing after school activity, but she apparently does
- “Well, not intentionally, no”
- > “Oh, well if you’d rather go somewhere else-”
- “No, no, it’s fine. I’m just here to help YOU relax,if going to this party would let’s go”
- >She giggles a little and puts her hand in her lap before turning her head out the window
- >Even just the back of her head looked like a portrait from some old museum
- >You look back to the road and try to stop thinking like such a weirdo and focus on manlier things
- >Her ass comes to mind, and then her chest, both of which seemed to be sculpted
- >Tossing a glance over at her as she was still turned out towards the window
- >Looking down, you could see where the tight pants clung, but there was something else...
- >It tooks several glances in what might have been a calm silence in the car to see
- >Right towards the top of her pant line you saw where the strings of a thong peek out
- >You swallow and try to keep the smile from growing on your face, lest she found out you knew
- >Driving down the road you start to grip the steering wheel to keep out the more lewd thoughts
- >This was quite the lucky date you managed to get, couldn’t ruin it with a sudden boner
- >Pulling up towards Sugarcube Corner, it was clear that there would a party going on inside
- >It wasn’t just the fact that there were several people walking in wearing very revealing clothing
- >Not even the fact that you could see the DJ dancing along to see surely deafening beats
- >But it was probably the large pink sign covered in hearts saying “Valentine’s Day Bash”
- >You wonder to yourself how that nice lady on the phone could have neglected to mention this
- >Pulling into a parallel parking spot across the road from the shop, you could already hear music
- >Still, you steel yourself and get out of the car along with Cadance, who walks to your side
- >Both of you start towards the bouncing and flashing building when she clears her throat
- > “So, you had no idea this party would be here? I thought everybody knew”
- “No, though I rarely keep up to date on such things. Most parties I go to are at the apple family’s”
- > “The apple family’s farm? they don’t throw very many parties aside from family gatherings”
- >You wondered if she had such in depth knowledge about every person in the school
- >Then you remember that the apple family was well known in town, thus it’s not that hidden
- “Yeah, so I guess I don’t go to parties very often. At least, not many like a Pinkie Pie one”
- > “Oh she’s not that bad, a little excitable sure, but she just wants to everybody to have fun”
- >Both of you finish walking across the street and step up onto the curb side by side
- “Yes, but excitable people always give me a weird feeling, like I have to be happy or something”
- > “Have to be happy? You can’t tell me you honestly don’t laugh at Pinkie’s jokes”
- “No, no, I find her funny. It’s just that it’s like there’s some kind of pressure to be happy with her”
- > “You know that’s all in your head right? Just relax, it’s not like you’ll get in trouble for it”
- >You laugh with her as both of you reach the door and you speed up to open it for her
- “Well, if I’m with you I won’t have to worry about that, now will I?”
- >She smiles at your cheering up and moves into the bustling building with you behind her
- >The room was an explosion of sensations across the spectrum them all screamed youth
- >Music was blaring from all around you from large speakers with the DJ’s dancing and shaking
- >You took a quick look at the blue haired DJ as she stood in the corner in a booth
- >Whatever she was doing to the music, she seemed quite absorbed in it a little too much
- >Looking away from her, you move your eyes over the dimly lit crowd of teenagers
- >They were all in varying states of movement, some were dancing and others were standing
- >From the room’s ceiling came flashes of bright colors over the dancing patch of teens
- >You could smell the scent of people in action as well as the smell of some sugary treats
- >Looking over to Cadance, she seems to be having quite the opposite reaction to the party
- >Her face was bright as she scanned the crowd and occasionally tossed up small waves
- >A smile came to your face at her welcoming reaction to the off puttingly busy party crowd
- >She turns to you with a larger smile and takes a step closer towards you, grabbing your arm
- > “Wow, I’ve been to some of Pinkie’s parties before but this one is really something!”
- “Oh, so this is above the norm? I was worried I might of lost touch with today’s youth”
- >She rolls her eyes at your joke and tugs you towards the milkshake counter covered in snacks
- >Behind the counter were a very worried couple that were dashing about filling orders for drinks
- “So, seemings as this is your element and tonight is for you to relax, what shall we do first?”
- >Looking around the room, she does the same and taps her finger on her chin to the music
- >Admittedly, your foot was tapping to the rhythm as well as you looked for familiar faces
- >It’s not that you kept a close knit group of friends or anything, but the party was a blur
- >Feeling Cadance tapping on your shoulder, you follow with your eyes to where she was pointing
- >She points over to the dance floor and starts to pull you towards it, but you hesitate
- > “What’s the matter? Don’t tell me mister smooth talker is scared to dance in a crowd?”
- “I’m not scared, just never learned how to dance without making an ass of myself”
- > “Nobody here is taught to dance, you just move to the music. Not everything is rehearsed”
- “So the whole point is to make an ass of myself?”
- > “Aren’t you supposed to be helping me relax? You being difficult may stress me out”
- >A soft smile comes over her face and you can’t help but return the expression
- “Fine. But if I poke anyone’s eyes out or destroy the world, I’m blaming you”
- >She laughs as she pulls you towards the large and writhing mass of dancing teenagers
- >The DJ leans over and unzips her sweatshirt slightly, revealing it as her only chest covering
- >http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q3Bp1QVVieM
- >Cadance lets go of your arm and begins to rub her hands over her body, shaking to the beat
- >The new song comes into your head and you start to move your feet unconsciously to it
- >Watching Cadance move makes you want to just join her in the dance, like some live ballet
- >Every move she makes you try to follow, after a while you stop caring about how you look
- >Though, some little portion of your mind knew you must look ridiculous, everyone else did
- >Bodies bumped against yours in the hot, humid air and the music became background noise
- >You could feel sweat start to rise with goosebumps along your skin as you moved
- >Everything around you was an explosion of senses, all of them flying at you all at once
- >After the song finished, some generic techno one took over and everyone’s dance changed
- >The once heated and loose style became slower with a sort of drifting order to the new swaying
- >Cadance moved closer to you and feeling her touch snapped you out of your trance
- >A blush was on her face and her mouth was left in a semi open smile, a picture of youthful bliss
- > “Hey, you look a little tired, do you want to go back to the counter now?”
- >Her question seemed to remind your body that it had limitations, and sleep flooded your limbs
- “Yeah, I’m feeling pretty beat. I have no idea how you can keep up with this for much longer”
- >You hear her giggle over the drilling thumps of the music’s bass as you both start to move away
- > “It just takes practice. Of course, being on cheer squad helps. Don’t you dance at parties?”
- >Thinking back, you remember the last party held at Applejack’s barn for Big Mac’s birthday
- >A small shudder comes over you as you remember square dancing with his grandmother too
- “Yes, but this was definitely better than the dancing we did at those parties. Want a drink?”
- >You both arrive at the counter, and you let out a tired sigh before looking back to Cadance
- > “Yeah, I could use one. Just give me a moment, go ahead and order your own though”
- >She was once again scanning the crowd, her elbows resting behind her back on the counter
- >Her body seemed somehow more enticing now then in the car, so you decided to stare a bit
- >She would toss up small waves at others at the party, looking back at you every so often
- >Everytime she looked at you, your eyes would snap to hers, hiding your checking her out
- >Her pose made it so that her ass showed nicely under the strobing lights of the party
- >The tightness of her shirt left only a little to the imagination when it came to her cup size
- >But the thing that struck you most was how it all just came together into one beautiful picture
- >It was like her body was designed to make teenage guys go nuts from looking at her
- >Thinking on it more, you realized how weird it was that she was as free as you were tonight
- >With a body like hers, she basically had to just walk into a room to get attention from guys
- >She turns around and you realize that you must’ve been staring at her for half a minute
- > “Sorry, was distracted by the party. It’s been a while since I’ve been to something like this”
- “Really? You seemed like a natural out there on the dance floor”
- > “Oh, I used to come to these all the time, but when you’re in every club in the school-”
- >She turns around and leans forward with her ass resting against the stool before continuing
- > “It’s just that there’s not that much time to just hang out. Funnily enough, today was free”
- “Any reason why? I know I’m handsome, but not handsome enough to clear out a whole day”
- >She laughs and waves for the scrambling woman’s attention to order herself a milkshake
- >Even the way she drank the shake seemed seductive in a sort of natural attraction
- > “Well, today was free because everybody else took the day off for dates or parties of their own”
- “Are you telling me every single person except for you got asked out for Valentine’s Day?”
- >She laughs a sort of weak hearted laugh before bringing her lips over the straw
- >Taking a long drink, her eyes retain their bright appearance but you can see her falter the mask
- >Looking back up, she sees that you were still waiting for her to answer, so she lifts her head
- > “Well, I’m a bit of a textbook busy body. No time for fun when you’re everywhere else”
- “If you have to sacrifice all fun to do something, why not try doing nothing?”
- > “You can’t just do nothing, you have to do something with your life. Why not use your time?”
- “Because there’s more to being a teenager than hosting clubs and working all day everyday?”
- >She laughs and sets down her drink before putting her hands on her hips and scoffing
- > “Like what? Doing something illegal? Smoking weed? Having sex?”
- >You unintentionally smile at that last one and she catches herself a little before she smiles
- “And I thought I was being bold when I asked you out. Where’s this Cadance been?”
- > “Oh somewhere bottled up I’m sure. This party’s the first one I’ve been to with a boy you know”
- “The first ever?”
- > “Yes indeed. I’ve gone with friends before, but never a boy”
- >You laugh and reach for your own drink, speaking quickly before starting to suck on the straw
- “Forgive me, but I just can’t buy that”
- > “Why not? It’s not that hard to believe if you think about it. I’m very distant you know”
- >Finishing your drink, you look her up and down to see if she was serious, which she was
- “Well, for starters your beautiful. Secondly, you’re not all that distant, you seem quite open”
- > “I only seem that way. I have a very dark past with many horrible secrets in it”
- >She feigns a dramatic pose by resting one hand on her forehead and tilting towards you
- “What could you have done that was so dark? Kiss a girl?”
- >Her eyes open for a flash of fear before she blinks it away with a blushing smile
- > “No, come on, that’s ridiculous, where did that come from? Keep guessing”
- “I was just taking a shot in the dark, you really did kiss a girl! Who is it? Someone popular?”
- > “It’s nobody, I barely remember the thing at all. Pretty sure it was at some party”
- “Oh, was it spin the bottle? Or were you just drunk or something and it was a mistake”
- >Her eyes dart around and her blush grows deeper before she takes a long sip on her straw
- > “Well, not exactly spin the bottle, but it was a party game”
- >You raise an eyebrow and watch as she starts to twirl one of her colorful swirls of hair
- >She was pretty cute when she was embarrassed, but now something was itching at you
- “Well, if it wasn’t spin the bottle...was it truth or dare?”
- > “No, I’ve never bothered with that game. The dares always get weird too fast for me”
- “Weird as in kissing a girl?”
- >She punches your shoulder lightly before laughing and sitting in the stool she was leaning on
- >You do the same and take a drink as she moved her straw about in her cup with a smile
- > “Does it really bother you to not know?”
- “Hey, i’m only trying to make sure you have fun tonight. If you don’t want to tell me, don’t”
- >She smiles and then looks around the room, searching for something else to do
- > “Weird, I usually have a billion things to do at parties. I’ve never just sat on the sidelines before”
- “Never? To me, this is one of the most fun parts of the party”
- > “How can it be fun to just watch other people talk and dance while you just sit back?”
- “Because it’s like you’re surveying what the party has to offer you. What there is for you to do”
- > “That’s weird. You’re telling me you go to parties just so you can judge them?”
- >You chuckle a bit before taking a sip of your milkshake, watching it disappear into the straw
- “I guess I am a bit weird in that sense. Along with many others, but I can hide those with a smile”
- > “I don’t think you’re weird. You seem a bit arrogant in your suaveness, but not weird”
- >Looking at her turn her head to you, it strikes you that she’s the most beautiful girl you’ve seen
- >Those bright violet eyes shone like finely polished gemstones in the dim party lighting
- >But there was something behind her eyes that made you feel comfortable with talking to her
- >You suppose that she’d need it if since she was school president after all
- “Thanks for the compliment, but you may have just proved my point, don’t you think?”
- > “Maybe, but weird is alright. I mean, I like you already, so that may skew my answers a little”
- “Well, it’s fine by me if you like me, but I’m just here to help you relax, remember?”
- >She laughs and sets her now empty glass on the counter before turning her stool towards you
- > “You don’t need to keep playing that angle you know, I’m not a princess or anything”
- “Maybe so, but how do you know that it’s an act? You’re basing this around an unknown fact”
- > “Which is?”
- “You know what I mean”
- > “Fine, let’s make a bet. I bet that you can’t hide that you like me, if you confess, I win the bet”
- >You finish your drink and set it down on the counter before a slender man whisks them away
- >Cadance crosses her arms under her chest confidently and you rest an elbow on the counter
- “And what are you willing to wager on this bet of yours?”
- > “If I win, that means that you have to make a gesture of love to me in line with the holiday”
- “I never took you for the lovey-dovey type. Do you want me to make a heartfelt speech to you?”
- > “I would like you do something nice. You’re such a smart alek, I’d like to see you be sincere”
- “Alright, and if I win?”
- > “I don’t know, what do you want?”
- “Let me think...how about if I win you have to tell me about that girl that you kissed?”
- >Her eyes narrow and she pouts her lips a bit, but doesn’t seem to refuse your request outright
- > “So, do we have a bet?”
- >She spoke in a very strict manner, whatever that secret was she didn’t want to share it
- >Which only served to make you more curious as to what she could be so embarrassed by
- “Alright, what are the rules? I mean, it has to be fair for both of us”
- > “You lose if you say that you like me, and I lose if I can’t get you to say it”
- “No time limit? This seems like more of an endurance competition now”
- > “What? Scared that you’ll lose? That’s fine, I can keep that story to myself if you want...”
- >She looks away, a smile on her face that was both cute and infuriating to you
- “Alright, I’ll take it. So, how do you plan to go about doing this?”
- > “Just watch. I may be a jack of all trades, but if there’s one thing I know, it’s love”
- >She tosses her hair behind her head, which falls back easily enough behind her slim shoulders
- >Crossing her legs with the right leg over the other, the skin tight fabric squeezed her thigh
- “This is all very attractive but I don’t see-”
- >She pushes a finger to your lips and shushes when a new song starts up, sounding around you
- >http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0g_KPH1kzcY
- >Taking the finger away, she looks up to the ceiling with you before looking to you and shrugging
- > “I was not expecting the music, but this works for me”
- “It’s still going to take a lot for me to say out loud that I like you. Do you plan on hypnotising me?”
- > “Maybe I do. What do you think the chances are of you falling into a trance?”
- “Very slim. Mostly on account of the fact you just revealed what you’re doing, so it won’t work”
- >She takes on a confident smile and slides off of her stool, taking slow steps towards you
- >As she moved, you looked her up and down, as the way she walked just begged for attention
- >Reaching in front of you, your eyes were almost level with her very close chest
- >You looked with somewhat hidden awe as it moved closer to you and then away with her breath
- >Leaning down, she moves her face close to yours, her hair falling down as she does
- >She places a finger on your chest, and for a moment you lose your composure at her touch
- >But you calm yourself down as she pauses and looks back into her bright, violet eyes
- “Is that what your plan is? You might as well give up, we both know it’s not going to work”
- > “I don’t know what you know, but what I know is that guys think slower while distracted”
- “I may think slower, but I don’t see how that’s going to make me forget to not say I like you”
- > “Maybe so, but you sure are getting distracted aren’t you?”
- “If by talking to you, then yes, but I don’t consider this much of a distraction in truth”
- >She runs a hand down your side and looks you up and down with a quick glance
- > “Maybe this is how I’ll get you to say it, I’ll lull you into a sense of safety and then strike”
- “How will you strike?”
- > “Maybe like this”
- >She snaps a hand down to your thigh, making you jump slightly in your stool before smiling
- “That was a clever jump scare but it won’t-”
- >You stop and look down to see her hand starting to rub against the top of your thigh
- “What’re you-”
- > “No, no, keep going. Tell me what it is that I’m failing at doing”
- “Well, I would, but you’re currently-”
- >You drift off as her hand seems to get more adventurous, making you occasionally glance at it
- > “Oh, I’m sorry, is this distracting to you? Do you want me to stop?”
- >Shaking your head you lift it back up to her eyes and hold her in a stare before smiling
- “You can keep going all you want, the objective isn’t to distract me, it’s to get me to say I like you”
- > “True, but all I have to do, as I’ve said before is lull you into a sense of security”
- “Well this is a rather poor way of doing it. You may be good at love, but you’re bad at persuasion”
- > “That’s what you say now, but it’s this or things escalate”
- >You raise an eyebrow and she grins at her withheld knowledge of her obviously deviant plans
- “What is it that you plan on doing?”
- > “I believe that’s for me to know and for you to find out. Now just hold still, if you would”
- >She moves so that your right legs is trapped between two of her thighs, keeping it in place
- >The warmth of her legs could be felt easily through the thin fabric of her tight yoga pants
- >Even through your jeans, it felt like her legs were completely exposed against your jeans
- >You could feel your face start to redden in spite of yourself and your breath hurried slightly
- >Placing a hand on your shoulder, she leaned forward, while you kept in place, refusing to yield
- >Her chest comes very close to yours and her breath could be felt on your ear
- > “I can tell you like me already, why fight it and not just give in?”
- >A smirk comes across your face as she whispers this and you turn to whisper back to her
- “Because there’s something that’s been bothering me for a while now”
- > “What is it?”
- “When you kissed that girl, did your lipstick come off or did hers?”
- >Her grip on your thigh flashed some strength and you could practically feel her face turn red
- > “You may think you can keep your cool, but how long do you think you can resist?”
- “I think you’ve entered into a bet without caring to check the deck. What else have you got?”
- >She pushes away from you, her back arching as she did so before bending back towards you
- >Her face was an inch or so away from yours, her hot breath spilling over the crest of your shirt
- > “Well, there must be something you like. Everyone has their own fetish, and I’ll find yours”
- “Oh, is that what we’re doing now? Trying to guess my fetish? I thought this was a friendly bet”
- > “That’s what it started out as, but you had to make things difficult, so now we’re doing that”
- “So we’ve completely abandoned the bet then? You know that means I’ve won right?”
- > “The game is far from over, in fact, this is just the beginning of my strategy”
- “Now I’m more curious to see what your supposed ‘master plan’ is”
- >She looks down at your crotch, where there was the faint outlines of an untimely erection
- > “Right, I’m sure that’s the only reason you want me to keep going”
- “It’s not my fault, you were the one rubbing your legs against mine, what’d you expect?”
- > “It doesn’t matter now”
- >She waves her hand dismissively and moves back towards you, placing a finger on your chest
- > “You said that the reason you were here was to help me relax right?”
- “That’s right, but I don’t see how-”
- > “So, if your goal is for me to be relaxed, I have to ask...how far are you planning to go?”
- >This raised your interest so you leaned forward towards her slightly, trying to hide your crotch
- “How about you tell me. For all I know, I’m willing to go far beyond what you are”
- > “You say that now, but trust me, most boys find it hard to keep up once I get going”
- “So you’re making this a performance thing? Because I can tell you right now that I would win”
- >She laughs a sort dramatic, fake laugh before sitting down in her stool again and smiling at you
- > “I’m not that easy, you have to work up to that. This is just a nice friendly game between us”
- >You return her smile, something which seemed to be happening a lot in the recent moments
- >Her eyes continued to dare quick glances across your body and you did the same
- >It was either tension in the air or it was just the scent of a building filled with teenagers
- >The lights flashed in a variety of colors and you could make out of the side of your eyes a crowd
- >From just the side vision, you saw that the dancing had not stopped or slowed from your leave
- >In fact, the DJ was dancing her self now and coming dangerously close to flashing the crowd
- >The noise of the party turned to a dim as you returned your eyes to Cadance’s and narrowed
- >As you looked at her face, silently remarking on it’s cute features again, she held you in a stare
- “So, what do you want to do. We’ve obviously forgotten that we’re at a party at this point”
- > “Maybe so, but the idea of being in a crowd gives me more of an advantage”
- “Oh? And what is this advantage that you gain from being in a noisy and hot party?”
- > “Well, anything I do or say could be repeated loud enough for others to hear”
- >You gulp and look her up and down for any signs that she was bluffing, only to find none
- >She was either an experienced liar or she was serious about yelling out in the party
- >What she could yell filled your mind with fleeting dread, before something else came to mind
- >A small smile followed by a light hearted laugh is your response to her honest threat
- “That’s true for both of us, but only one of us holds a position of authority in the school”
- >Her eyes go wide at your retort for a second before narrowing down again and finally closing
- > “I guess that’s true. So now we just have to figure out how far the other is willing to go then?”
- “I’d rather not. This was supposed to be just a relaxing date, not some battleground”
- >The fire bleeds from her eyes and she pouts and your retreating from the battle at hand
- > “Are you kidding me? We could’ve spent the whole night on that. Now THAT would’ve been-”
- “Relaxing?”
- >She halts in her tracks as you turn back to the counter and motion for two more milkshakes
- > “Well, no. But then again I never said that I wanted to relax on this date you know.”
- “That’s true, but the whole ‘us going to a party’ thing was a chance turn of events for the evening”
- > “Well I knew that, but where’s the fun in just going somewhere to quietly talk about stuff?”
- “Are you telling me you preferred this? What happened to a relaxing evening out on a busy day?”
- > “Well, yeah. My life is dictated by schedules, anything new is fresh to me, even this”
- >She gestures to the party crowd and you are reminded that they were still there
- >They dance had turned from a loose conglomeration of mixing and grinding bodies to a wave
- >You look back to Cadance who was smiling quite happily at you, prompting you to speak
- “Well, if this is what you want then I am willing to like it as well”
- > “You keep saying that you know, but I’m not sure if you’re having as much fun as me”
- >You take a drink from your milkshake, which was starting to melt, and she followed soon after
- “That may be true, but just being here with you is more than enough for me to have a good time”
- >She blushes slightly before placing her drink down, trying to hide a grin on her face
- > “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were trying to seduce me you know”
- >Both of you laugh a bit and take a drink, while you giver her body a good look as she looks away
- >Before you can stop, you start staring and when she shifts in her seat, revealing her thong
- “Maybe I am”
- >She turns back around and you move your eyes up in time to avoid an unpleasant look
- > “Maybe you are what? Trying to seduce me?”
- “Yes, I just took notice of how much I’ve made you do tonight for me and not so much vis versa”
- > “Oh? So, what is it that you want to do then? If it’s compliment me more, then do go on”
- “No, no, but I was thinking that I denied you a little too fast when I said we should relax”
- >She raises an eyebrow and looks you up and down in suspicion before voicing her concern
- > “So, where’s all of this coming from? That was a pretty fast change of mind you know”
- “True, but I saw something that made me want to go on. We just needed to change the bet”
- > “Alright, but I’m still suspicious of the new opinion. So, what’s the change you had in mind?”
- “How about we each try to get the other to say they like them, as opposed to just you?”
- > “And are the rewards the same?”
- “Sure, unless you have something more interesting to offer than something I could imagine?”
- >She taps her finger to her chin, shocking you with serious consideration of your joke
- >There seemed to be something else going on tonight, though it might be the party atmosphere
- >Once again reflecting in her pause, you think of how odd it is that she was acting so seductive
- >It seemed almost fake, but the way she kept at it also made it seem genuine about it
- >In fact, she sounded like she knew what she was doing, but lacked something very important
- >What it was, you couldn’t tell for sure yet, but you decided to try and find out
- >Looking back to you, she stops tapping her chin and smiles at you in a secretive way
- > “I’m all in for raising the stakes, but how far are you willing to go?”
- >Now this was clearly a leading suggestion, if ever a girl was clear about wanting it, it was now
- >You could tell from her batting eyes that she wanted you to get sexual with the bet
- >But, you weren’t on anything strong enough for you to want to fuck in some public restroom
- “I’m willing to go as far as you are, but it’d probably be better if we didn’t do it here?”
- > “Fine then. We’ll leave when you tell me the new rules of the bet”
- “New rules? No, I thought we were abandoning the old one and starting a new one”
- >She scoffs and stands up out of her seat, looking down with an impassioned look in her eyes
- > “We’re not just giving up on the bet, someone has to lose and the other has to win”
- “Can’t we just both be winners? Does there really need to be a loser in this?”
- >She takes a step closer and leans in front of you, a large grin plastered on her face
- > “What? Are you chicken or something? Scared that I can beat you?”
- “We’ve already proven that neither of us budged on the matter, why try to continue it?”
- >She pushes her index finger into your chest, the small digit pointing to where your heart is
- > “Because, this is supposed to be a fun night out. where’s the fun if we don’t mess around?”
- “Your definition of ‘messing around’ seems like a pretty irresponsible thing”
- >She stands up straight and gestures to the dance crowd before turning her head to you again
- > “Yes, very irresponsible, just like dancing. It’s just fun, sure it seems weird at first, but it’s fun”
- “And what if you don’t like dancing? What if I were to tell you it never lost it’s strangeness to me?”
- >She puts her hands on her hips and lifts them up at her right side, her face turning to a frown
- > “Come on, this is a party, you’re supposed to just let go and see what happens”
- “Then why are we doing this bet and not just having fun at the party?”
- > “The bet is fun, or at least it is when you want to join in. Aren’t you here to help me relax?”
- “I’m here because of you, true, but I think we both know that that was just a cover for me”
- > “A cover for what? To stop yourself from having fun? Why not just try it out?”
- >She sits down in her stool and crosses her legs, a feeling of regret come over you
- >You should have just told it the bet was for sex and you might have gotten laid
- >Now all you had was a frustrated girl looking at you asking you why you were no fun
- >You’d have blamed fate, were it not for your own incompetence that got you into this situation
- >As you start to speak, you hear the current song end and the DJ give out a loud holler
- >Without any explanation, she brings a pair of headphones to her ear and starts another song
- > http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q6AOfdPhOHo
- >Looking back to Cadance, she seemed to not care about the new song and wanted an answer
- “Look, it’s not that I don’t want to have fun with you, it’s that this isn’t what I had expected”
- > “What did you expect? I mean, this party was known by a lot of people in the school already”
- >You think back, trying to remember if you had come across any signs or posters for the party
- >And suddenly, the largest indicator came back to you, making you smack your forehead
- >Pinkie had directly told you to “Save your attitude for the party” earlier that day
- >At the time you had just attributed it to Pinkie’s drug-like enthusiasm, but now it made sense
- “No, I’m just an idiot I guess. Who’d have thought that the one time Pinkie made sense it’d be-”
- >Suddenly, Pinkie Pie lands beside you both after an unnaturally long bounce with a large smile
- >In the dim lighting of the room, she looked almost frightening, had her hair not been so poofy
- >She looks over to you and moves close, beginning to speak quickly and loudly to your face
- > “Are you enjoying the party then? Anything you want? Drinks? Food? I could-”
- “Fine! Pinkie, we’re fine. We’re just in the middle of something right now”
- >You lead off hoping she will take the hint but instead blissfully holds her large smile
- > “Oh, I get it. You guys were discussing having-”
- >She quickly looks over the counter and around herself, showing a small alligator on her back
- > “-Sex, weren’t you?”
- “What? No, we were just-”
- > “Relax guys, I’m not fun police, I’m the fun dealer! Here, take these”
- >Pinkie slips you three condoms and gives you a large wink before straightening up
- “Pinkie? We weren’t-!”
- >She has already disappeared into the large crowds at this point, appearing again each bounce
- >You turn to Cadance after hastily stuffing the condoms into your pant’s right pocket
- “Well, that happened. What were we doing again? I could’ve sworn we were arguing”
- > “Yes, we were discussing why you can’t seem to have fun. Are you ready to tell yet?”
- >You take a seat and take a drink of your milkshake, which was mostly melted by now
- “Oh right, that. Well, I hope you don’t think it’s a reflection on the party or you”
- > “I didn’t, was thinking you were scared to touch girls or something. Flirty guys are like that”
- >Inside your head, you wanted to tell her she was wrong and give her a kiss or something
- >But, she was unfortunately right somewhat in that regard
- >You weren’t scared of girls, you weren’t that hopeless yet, but you were still cautious
- >The last girl you had touched anywhere but the hand had been Rarity, and she reacted poorly
- >A broken nose was bad enough, but a broken nose from a girl was a lot worse of gossip
- “Well, i’m not scared of girls, I’ve just been told, often violently, not to do that again”
- > “Well that’s dumb. You’d rather hold onto the past then dance with me again?”
- >You started to speak again, but then realized that she was right
- >It was stupid of you to try and hold onto something that was only holding you back now
- >This little speech you gave yourself was getting you rather fired up, making you stand up
- >Looking to the crowd, you ready yourself to once again enter it’s shaking rhythm
- >But then again, the crowd was getting pretty unruly in the heat of the moment
- >On top of that, you could even see some of the girls you had asked out earlier this week
- >It was a sticky situation and it seemed like you had just had your golden chance taken away
- >But then, you remembered Cadance’s win option from earlier
- >It was risky, but at this point anything worth trying was going to be riskier than going along
- >You turn around, with almost the same amount of confidence and move back to Cadance
- “Hold on, the old bet is still standing right? As well as the second one?”
- > “Yeah, but weren’t you just about to-”
- “I lose, I like you. I like you a whole lot actually”
- > “Wait, are you seriously chickening out fo this? You can’t just-”
- “Who said anything about chickening out? I’m saying we should head out somewhere”
- > “Where would we go? You said that all of the other places were full tonight”
- “Right, but I only looked for restaurants. Is there any place that’s free and romantic to you?”
- > “Well, maybe someplace empty, where just the two of us could stargaze or something”
- “What, like the top of a hill or something? That’s so...cliche”
- > “Well what’s wrong with a cliche? Just because something’s popular doesn’t make it bad”
- “True, but there’s no where else you want to go? Maybe a nice field or something?”
- > “Just, in a field in the middle of nowhere? That sounds suspicious as hell”
- “Well, it’s less windy than a hill and I know a good one out a ways away. Used to be an orchard”
- > “Why isn’t it anymore? What happened to it?”
- “Do you want a pamphlet on it’s history or do you want to look at the stars in it? Come on”
- > “You don’t need to be a smartass, I’m coming, but know I like the hill idea better”
- >Both of you start out of the party, moving past several small islands of teens drinking
- >One particularly loud teenager with blue hair jumped out at both you and halted your progress
- >It was Flash, and he was particularly drunk at the moment with an empty beer in his right hand
- >He was shouting about living in the present or something, you could care less honestly
- >Pushing past the belligerent teen, you make a beeline for the exit with one thought on your mind
- >It was time to leave this party, well past that time actually, but you just had to get out
- >Cadance followed you closely as you reached the door, blocked by moving group of people
- >Finally, after what felt like half an hour, you both reach the door and push into the night air
- >A small headache comes from the sudden absence of blaring party music and lights
- >It was now clearly night, but still lit up with a slight blue hue from the moonlight
- >The night air was pretty crisp compared to that of the hot party air, which you felt at your back
- >Seeing your car off across the street, you start moving towards it again, at a slower pace now
- > “Well you seemed to be in quite the hurry to get out of there. What, scared of parties after all?”
- “No, but I felt like we might as well go if we have plans. Also, I think Pinkie could’ve jumped us”
- > “She’s not some horror movie character you know, she can’t teleport or anything”
- “As far as you know. I don’t think I could trust anyone that’s that peepy and spry all the time”
- > “Spry?”
- “Oh shut up, it’s a common word. Anyway, did you want to stay and say goodbye or something?”
- > “No, not really. Just seems a bit weird that we’d just up and leave in such a hurry”
- >You check your watch to check the time and see how long you both had been stuck there
- >It was 9:45 P.M. meaning that you both had stayed there for around 2 hours before leaving
- >That was a little fast, but it was not an absurd time to leave a Pinkie party and Pinkie herself
- >You wonder to yourself why you kept thinking about Pinkie Pie as you got into the car
- >Sitting down, you feel the jostle of her free condoms in your coat pocket and you remember
- >What Pinkie thought would happen tonight made you laugh a little in your head at first
- >Turning to Cadance, you realized that that it might not be so bad of an idea to just try
- >After all, the confident movement towards getting a girl has payed off for you
- >It had payed off after years of building confidence and repeated embarrassing failures though
- >As you turned on the car, you figured that you could forget about that like anyone on your age
- >Anyone your age with a chance of hooking up with one of the hottest girls in school, you meant
- >What kind of a guy would you be, romantic or not, to pass up on such an opportunity
- > “So, how far away is this field exactly?”
- “Not very. It was an old plot of land owned by the Apple family but it ended up dying”
- > “Really? what killed it? There’s not chemicals or anything dangerous is there?”
- “I wouldn’t take you to a chemical dump, it’s just really poor soil. It’d cost more to use it”
- > “Good. I mean, bad for the family and all, but good for us I guess”
- >You consider turning on the radio again, but decide to try and talk to Cadance more instead
- >When you had first asked her out, it had mostly been fueled by her body and your hormones
- >But now that you knew her more, she seemed to actually know a thing or two
- >She also still had that amazing ass and large chest, so that didn’t hurt your interest in her
- >Pulling out into the street, you start driving to the field when Cadance speaks up
- > “So, what do you plan on doing in the field exactly? On a hill you have a view, fields don’t”
- “Are you still trying to get me to take you to the hill? Why do you want to go to a hill so bad?”
- > “Because it’s romantic. Gazing out over the city, watching all the little lights move about...”
- “You’ve never been on an actually tall hill have you? It’s not that romantic, believe me”
- > “And what makes you say that? The same thing that made us leave the party so soon?”
- “We didn’t leave THAT early. Why did you want me to go dance so much?”
- > “Because it’s a party? You’re supposed to go there, dance, socialize, have fun?”
- “What’s wrong with the way I have fun? I was having fun”
- > “Are you sure? Seemed to me like you just wanted a strip tease at the counter”
- >You cough up a little before flexing your grip on the steering wheel and regaining your focus
- “Well which one of us was willing to do a strip tease at the counter?”
- > “It’s not an accusation thing you know, why are you being so defensive about this?”
- “I’m not defensive, you’re the one being defensive”
- >You look over at her and both of you squint your eyes into twin glares before turning away again
- >It was obvious that you were both acting like kids not getting their way, but it was too late now
- >At least, for the moment it was
- >There have been several times with more ruthless girls that you’ve had to charm yourself out of
- >Gilda’s rather aggressive rejection to your date offer came to mind first with frightening clarity
- >As you recalled, she had been very clear when she said “no” and suggested an alternate idea
- >Which was to “Rip your balls off and feed 'em to ya, dork” then push you into a locker
- >Not being a frail man or anything, in fact you were slightly built and fairly tall, but it was Gilda
- >And no man on Earth can stop a raging woman with more testosterone than a raging bull
- >But, by keeping a level head and buttering her up a bit, you got out safe and sound
- >Of course, you had just bolted right after, so who knows if your suaveness lasted very long
- >Taking a right turn, you found the field and took a small dirt path towards the middle of it
- >Fireflies surround the car as both of you pull along, flowing over the vehicle like a wave of light
- >It was pretty and all, but not so much when you had to drive through it and not lose the road
- >Eventually, they passed off down the field and towards some trees in the distance
- >You decided you were far in enough and got out of the car with Cadance following
- > “Does that happen very often?”
- “Only in the warmer months. They like to come here in huge droves like that for some reason”
- > “Well, I guess coming out here wasn’t so bad, never seen that before”
- “Yep, much nicer than some cliche hill were we’d ‘glance over the city expanse’ or something”
- > “Are you always this much of a smartass or is this just a special occasion for you?”
- “Well, I always act like an ass with pretty girls. They seem to like it”
- >A soft breeze could be heard from the ensuing silence before you looked over at Cadance
- >She looked rather disappointed but still had a smile on her face, the soft one from earlier
- > “Are you seriously trying to hit on me right now?”
- “Sure, why not? That is why we came out tonight, right? To try and outdo the other in romance?”
- > “To be honest, I was expecting something more physical than just us talking the whole time”
- >She sits down on the hood of the car and leans her hands on it, looking up to the sky
- >You sit next to her, feeling the cold metal rise your skin a little before looking up as well
- >The stars shined like brilliant gemstones against the black background of space
- “So, by ‘something more physical’, what did you mean exactly?”
- > “Well, most guys would try and make a grab at my chest or ass by this point”
- >A temptation to do so came over you, but you realized she was saying it negatively
- “Well, I haven’t done that yet. Not to say that I wouldn’t, but I think you have to ask first”
- > “You’d think so, but most of the guys I’ve dated have had more muscle than brains”
- >She falls against the hood with her arms at her side and you followed her soon after
- >Gazing up at the stars, you both lay there in silence for a minute or so
- >The air was cool but not cold against your face, all in all it was a pretty nice night to go out
- >You turn your head towards Cadance, who was still looking up to the sky
- >She looked amazing, and you weren’t just saying that because you could see her bra a little bit
- “So wait, you only liked me because I wasn’t a jock or something? I feel a bit hurt now”
- > “Don’t be, you’re a lot nicer than all of the other guys I’ve tried to date before”
- >That rang of being more friend than boyfriend, but then she laughed a bit and continued
- > “Hell, we could do some of that other stuff, it is Valentine’s Day after all, might as well live it up”
- “Reason enough for me. How come you can’t just outright say it though?”
- > “Say what? I already offered it, that seems pretty open about it to me”
- “Yeah, but you never really say what “other stuff” is. How can I know how far is too far?”
- >She looks to you and shrugs her shoulders before smiling at you coyly
- > “I don’t know, how about we play a game to find out?”
- “What is it with you and games? You seem awfully competitive tonight for some reason”
- > “Well, it’s how I think I guess. I’m just natural in competitive things, especially ones for fun”
- “I always figured girl’s like you just gravitated towards success”
- > “Girls like me? What do you mean?”
- “Cute ones. No wait, not just cute but smart too. And strong, charismatic, outgoing, peppy...”
- >She giggles, interrupting your compliments and pushes herself up slightly before turning to you
- > “Stop it, you’re making me blush. I’m not perfect or anything you know”
- >She drifted off but started looking away to the trees and then towards the sky again
- >Both of you sat in silence for a while until you eventually got off of the hood and stood up
- “You know what? Sure, this date is for you to relax so I think I can play a game with no losing in it”
- > “Well, there is a chance to lose you know. Whatever is going on your head is probably too far”
- “True, but I think I found a loophole in the system”
- > “What do you mean by that exactly?”
- >You get closer to her and lift her head up slightly by placing your hand under her chin
- “I mean to tell you that you look beautiful tonight”
- >After that you quickly move in but pull back at the last second to a slow speed
- >Holding your face near hers for a half of a second, you hear her hold her breath
- >Then, you go in a kiss her on the lips, still holding her face into it from below before pulling away
- >Cadance blushes as you do so and coughs into her hand a little before giggling again
- > “Well, that was certainly something. What was that for though?”
- “I figured a girl like you can’t be coerced into doing something she doesn’t want to”
- > “I’m pretty sure that’s true of everyone”
- “Maybe, but the way I figure, all I need to do to win is to get you in the right mood”
- > “So the compliment and the kiss was all just so you could get lucky?”
- >She crosses her arms in anger but you sit down next to her and place an arm on her shoulder
- “Listen, you said that you wanted to relax tonight right? Just have a good time?”
- > “Going out and sleeping with a random boy is not very relaxing. Stupid, maybe”
- “True, but it is Valentine’s Day and we’re both out here and enjoying each other’s company”
- >She uncrosses her arms but still looks hurt about your motives for the kiss
- “Listen, you really are beautiful. I mean, you’re pretty much the hottest girl I’ve seen at the school”
- >She smiles a bit but still look away from you, a slight blush rising in her cheeks again
- > “Can’t really make up your mind on how you think you should act to get me ‘in the mood,’ huh?”
- >You try to come up with an excuse but you remove your hand and lean on your knees instead
- “Well, you caught me. Care to tell me yourself?”
- > “No, obviously. Isn’t the point for you to do it? You’ve already set yourself back quite a bit”
- “So you’re saying there’s still a chance for me yet?”
- >She looks back to you, that same smile still on her face and leans back on the hood again
- > “I haven’t left yet, that is all I’m willing to say”
- “I’ll take it. What’s to lose right? Either way I got to spend Valentine’s Day with a cute girl”
- >She blushes a bit and you move closer next to her on the hood, leaning forward to see her face
- “I gotta ask though, how could a girl like you accept a date from me? I’m not garbage, but you’re-”
- > “Out of your league? Trust me, that seems to be everybody’s opinion recently”
- >She shifts forward, her smiling dimming somewhat as she readies herself to tell you something
- > “It’s not like I’m crazy about boys or something, but I’ve been single for over 2 years now”
- >Personally, you’d rather not remember how long you’d been without a girl friend
- “But, I hate to seem stupid, but shouldn’t you be getting asked out around the clock?”
- >She stands up starting to get frustrated apparently, pacing in front of you as she talks
- > “I thought so too! But guys are always too scared of getting rejected or something”
- >She stops and turns to you and laughs a little before stepping closer to you
- > “It’s funny, but you don’t look as brave as you are. Where do you get that confidence?”
- “Don’t be fooled, this is mostly arrogance with a dash of winging it”
- > “Well, what do you think bravery is? For someone who’s made it this far you’re kind of slow”
- “You know, that’d hurt my feelings, were it not for the previously mentioned arrogance”
- >Secretly, you were starting to get worried about the way this conversation was going
- >It looked to be getting away from you, but then Cadance sat down right next to you again
- >Her skin felt almost hot compared to the cool night air, making you shiver slightly
- > “You know, I was beginning to think no one would ask me out when you did”
- “Well, I guess I’m good at detecting those kind of things, even when I’m not aware of them”
- >You put your arm around her and run it up and down her side, hugging her close to you
- >She leans her head against your shoulder and sighs before going quiet for a few seconds
- >Lifting her head again, she places her hand on your left cheek and turns your head to her
- > “You know, you’re pretty good at being company.”
- >Before you could think of something to say, she moves into a kiss and holds it for a bit
- >Pulling away, you can see her cheeks turning a bright pink color, making her even cuter
- “Who said I was the confident one?”
- > “I figured we could use a little give and take at this point. I’ve been ranting a lot here”
- >You brush a stray swirl of hair out of her face and run it towards the back of her head
- “If I get a kiss like that for just listening to you talk, then I could get used to this”
- >She laughs and then closes her eyes as you pull her into another kiss, this one longer
- >After pulling away, she pushes you back against the hood and moves to straddle you
- > “Well, we could do more. After all, like you said, it IS Valentine’s Day after all”
- >She leans down and starts to make out with you with much more passion this time
- >Pulling away, she moves her hands up your shirt and letting her fingers lightly scratch you
- >She starts to tug it off of you and you help her, taking off your shirt off in a quick motion
- >With your shirt off, you turn to hers and slide your hands under her shirt up to her bra
- >Feeling around them a bit, you hear Cadance’s breath start to quicken and feel her heart race
- >Her bra was firm yet yielding and feeling around it making you hurry to take it off
- >Grabbing the bottom of her shirt, she mimics your move and pulls it off of her body in one move
- >You slide your hands down her sides, feeling her warmth as she drops her shirt
- >She leans forward and starts kissing your neck as you work on the clasp on her back
- >Your fingers fumbled a bit on the latch but you eventually work it off and let it fall onto your chest
- >Moving it off to where her t-shirt was, you run your hands along her sides and oogle her chest
- >Her bright pink nipples were perked by the cool night air running against them
- >The rest of her chest was just as interesting as had been hinted at through her outfit
- >Finally reaching their sides, you grope them from the bottom first and lift them up slightly
- >They were surprisingly soft to your touch as you started to caress them in a sort of trance
- > “You really like boobs don’t you?”
- “Not normally as much as this, but, if you don’t mind me saying, yours are the best I’ve seen”
- > “Well, do you just want to keep groping me all night or what?”
- >You almost said yes before you realized she was allowing you to do more
- “Well, maybe not all night, but I have been interested in something else”
- “Oh? Do share what you’ve been obviously peeking at when you thought I wasn’t looking”
- >Your heart skipped a beat for a moment before you remembered she was topless on top of you
- >A good general rule of thumb was that if a girl shows you her chest, she probably likes you
- >That or you’d been trying to escape the girls' locker room after Rainbow Dash threw you in
- >Choosing not to remember that moment, you instead focus on bringing your hands down
- >Reaching her hips you felt the band of her pants digging slightly into her sides as it clung to her
- >The fabric was as thin as you’d expected, as well as slightly warmed by the heat of her legs
- >She pushes herself up on her knees, allowing you to get a good two handfuls of her ass
- >The cloth stretched under your fingers as you squeezed the incredibly soft flesh
- >You relax your grip and move your fingers under the elastic band to get a better feel of her ass
- >Just as you imagined, it felt even better than it had felt through the thin yoga pants
- >On your wrists you could feel the thin band of the thong you had seen earlier in the car
- >It was a rather bold move, to be honest, to wear something as sexy as this for a first date
- >Then again it was rather convenient for the situation you had both ended up in
- >Pulling your hands out of her pants you hook your thumbs under the band and start to pull down
- >Leaning down, she kisses you on the cheek before moving up to your ear and whispering
- > “Take it slow. I want to make it last”
- “The moment passes all the same, only perspective changes”
- >She would have had time to react to that philosophy you just pulled out but you kissed her first
- >As your lips held fast against hers, you kept pulling her pants down
- >She helped your efforts by lifting her hips and sliding the pants slowly off of her shapely legs
- >Some awkward moves followed and Cadance eventually leaned against your chest for support
- >There, she pulled the tight pants off of her legs completely, leaving only her thong and socks
- >Her bare chest rubbed against yours, making your lower head painfully obvious
- > “I think it’s about time that I return the favor...”
- >Moving her legs near your head, she spins around to stay on the hood while she unzips your fly
- “Not that I’m complaining about the view, but wouldn’t it be easier to stand on the ground?”
- > “And dirty my socks? No thanks. So, is the view as good as I know you imagined?”
- >You look towards her upturned ass as it shook and swayed slightly closer to your face
- >The thin fabric left little to the imagination, but still hid enough to make you want to rip it off
- “It’s much better”
- >She finally unfastens your pants and pulls them down a bit before you finish taking them off
- >Running her hand along your length under the fabric, she giggles to herself a bit
- > “Well damn anon, how did you keep this thing hidden all our date?”
- “It takes practice, but a magician never explains his tricks”
- > “Please tell me you aren’t going to do some ‘watch it disappear’ joke later”
- “I’m that much of an idiot. If I were to do a magic joke it would have to have more class than that”
- > “Sex jokes tend to not have class”
- “Then I shouldn’t make any, should I?”
- >She laughs again giving you a few slow strokes through your underwear before pulling away
- >Pulling your member out through the fold of your underwear, she moves it back and forth
- >As she did, she also started to stroke it slowly every so often and you felt your breath quicken
- >Looking back over to her ass still close to your head, you move a hand over to her leg
- >She jumps slightly and stops her stroking as you inch up her leg towards her ass
- >Over the sound of your own breath, you could hear her start to rise as well as you got closer
- “Why’d you stop?”
- > “Huh? Oh! Right, sorry, I just got a little-!”
- >She jumped as you moved quickly and reached where the thong started to darken
- >It was both surprisingly warm and soft to your touch, yielding much easier than her chest
- “I’m sorry, you must’ve lost your train of thought there, why’d you stop again?”
- > “Just give me a little warning next time”
- >You start to take your fingers away again when she turns her head around to face you
- > “I didn’t say you couldn’t, just ask me first”
- “Alright then, may I return the favor you keep trying to give to me?”
- > “Oh just do it already, I need to focus on this and I can’t if you’re back there teasing me”
- >She turns her head back around and begins to stroke up and down your shaft slowly
- >From the very base she starts with a firm grip and then moves up until she rubs the head
- >Repeating this pattern, she starts to speed it up as you move your hand back over to her
- >Letting her take the lead you once again touch back against the darkest part of the thong
- >You ran two fingers over where you thought the slit would be and watched her shiver slightly
- >After doing this a few times you stop in the middle of her slit and start to prod it a little bit
- >The gentle pokes seemed to get her more excited than you thought as she strokes faster
- >Her hot breaths can be felt on the head of your shaft and starts to moisten it somewhat
- >Your breath was starting to pick up as well and an idea comes to you as you eye her ass
- >Moving back to her pussy, you slip your fingers under the fabric and start to rub its bare lips
- >Her strokes start pausing now, halting wherever it was with each slide of your fingers
- >Suddenly, she moves a hand back towards you and pulls at the band of her underwear
- > “Just take the thing off already if you’re going to go that far”
- “Well, if you insist. I thought I had to ask you first?”
- > “You’re supposed to ask first but if you go ahead anyway just do it and don’t lie about it”
- >She lifts up the leg closest to your head and you get a wonderful view of her spread legs
- >The image evokes another idea as you pull the thin elastic band over her leg
- “Well, then may I ask that you move that leg to my other side then?”
- >She goes quiet for a minute as she tosses the thong on top of the car behind your head
- > “Of course, but just don't get-”
- >She hesitates before starting to stroke you again and moves her leg as you asked
- “You were going to say ‘cocky’ weren’t you?”
- > “You can’t prove that, shut up”
- >Both of you laugh a little before Cadance moves down and lightly kisses the tip of your member
- >In return, you moves your hands from under her legs and spread her ass as you gain leverage
- >Lifting up your head, you move towards her slit before moving one hand back to it
- >Using your index finger, you spread the hole a little wider before using your thumb instead
- >After this, you feel her start to give your head another kiss only to feel a hot breath on it instead
- >You shiver slightly as she follows it up with a small lick as she strokes only the shaft now
- >She takes your head into her mouth and starts to gently suck on it as she slows her strokes
- >Following her lead, you stick your tongue into the spread hole and move down towards her clit
- >You felt her lips move further down your shaft and start to bob, getting lower each time
- >Slowly, she continued to move down until there was a majority of your length inside of her
- >You squeeze your eyes shut from the sensation and bite your tongue until she pulls away
- >Coughing slightly, she wipes her mouth as you feel small drops of her saliva fall on your shaft
- >After flicking back her hair again, she starts to move quickly up and down over your length
- >While she worked your lower end, she started to pulsate her hips to get you licking faster
- >Taking her hint, you move your hand so that you were rubbing her clit as you ate her out
- >She moaned over your member as she started to slow down with the bobbing
- >Eventually, she lifts her head off completely and decides to just stroke the now slick shaft
- > “So, how about we get to the good part now?”
- >You pull away from her pussy, which was beginning to get wet on its own, and wipe your mouth
- “Sounds wonderful to me. Care to move so I can get the condoms?”
- >Lifting her leg and moving off to your right, she rolls onto her back and starts to rub her clit
- > “Say, why do you have condoms at the ready for a first date? Seems pretty hopeful”
- >You pause outside the door and cough uncomfortably before looking back at her
- “Well, funny story actually...”
- >She turns towards you, the hand rubbing herself pausing as she rolls onto her side towards you
- > “Oh? Do tell”
- “Alright, I didn’t come to the date with them, but Pinkie Pie gave them to me at the party”
- > “Pinkie?”
- “Yes, when she came up to us a few minutes before we left, she put them in my pocket”
- > “You know, if you had condoms already you can just tell me. Not like it’s a big deal or anything”
- “Right, but I didn’t. Pinkie gave them to me at the party”
- >Holding up the three condoms, you shake them slightly for dramatic effect
- >Ripping one off, you toss the rest onto the roof of your car and open the one in your hand
- > “Alright, whatever you say, just hop up here already”
- “You seriously don’t believe me?”
- >You climb back on the hood and cadance rolls onto her back again, spreading her legs
- > “To be honest? No. But it doesn’t really matter”
- >You place your hands on her knees and adjust your body while spreading her legs a little more
- “Well, I’m not a liar, Pinkie is well known for acting like that. Scooch down a little?”
- >She does so and moves her hands back to their original positions at her pussy and chest
- > “I’m sure she is, but Pinkie doesn’t just hand out condoms. Hold on, let me adjust my legs”
- >Moving her legs onto a more secure location on your shoulders, you start to tease her
- >You start by rubbing the length of it against her lips slowly, letting them lubricate the condom
- “Well, tonight she did I guess, I don’t know what to tell you. Just tell me when you’re ready”
- >Spreading her pussy with one hand, she fondles her right breast with the other
- > “Maybe so, but she just seems so innocent and-”
- >She stops as a small moan escapes her and she closes her eyes as she tries to gather herself
- > “Just put it in already”
- >Seeing no reason to refuse the request, you line up your shaft and start to enter her
- >Her head falls back and her mouth opens to let out hot breaths almost visible in the cool air
- >Other thoughts in your head start to fade away as you look down at Cadance
- >The way her chest rose and fell made her breasts make it jiggle with every small breath
- >Only one was shaking though, the other still being gripped by Cadance’s free hand
- >You decide to help her out and grope the other breast, squeezing it gently as you pull out
- >Right as the rim of your tip touches her lower lips, you push back in, this time faster
- >The sensation of feeling her pussy slide over your shaft sent a shiver up your spine
- >It was either that or the cool night air, but the first one had your a lot more of your attention
- >You found a decent rhythm after a few more thrusts and she started to stifle some moans
- “You know...You can...moan if you want”
- >Both of you laugh a bit before she starts to let out more moans, but bites her lip instead
- >Grabbing one of her legs a little tighter, you use it to give your thrusts some more speed
- >The hand groping her chest squeezes it harder, making her fingers turn almost white
- >You feel your muscles start to strain and so you slow down a bit, feeling a rise in your gut
- >Cadance’s moans came back and started to rise in pitch as she arched her back
- >She struggled to get the words out of her mouth between the moans and gulping breaths
- > “C-cumming-!”
- >Finally her body smacks back down onto the hood and you feel her legs twitch on your back
- >Her hands go limp but you keep pounding into her, making her body shake a little each time
- >She collects herself with deep breaths and and clears her throat as you slow down
- > “Wow, you really have-quite the stamina there”
- >The pause in the middle of her words was from another deep breath before she laughs
- > “I don’t get to say this very often, but you have a really nice dick there anon”
- >You grunt out a laugh as you were still busy drilling into her, a fact that was catching up on her
- > “Normally I’d like to take a break, but what the hell, it’s Valentines Day, let’s go for two”
- >The words of encouragement almost pass you as Cadance pushed herself up on her elbows
- >At first you felt a bit rude for not responding with something witty to her compliments
- >But soon she was panting again and you could tell it hadn’t bothered her any
- >With each thrust, you felt a rise in your skin and you could tell that you were close
- >Slowing down a bit, you lengthen each thrust out and catch your breath somewhat
- “Sorry, did you say something?”
- > “I’m not sure, I think you’ve fucked my brains out”
- “Oh you flatter me, Cadance. I’m close to finishing myself, thought I’d let you know”
- > “How kind of you, though can I be a bit frank with you?”
- “Sure?”
- > “You can talk afterwards, right now I think it’d be better if you put the energy into ramming me”
- >You can’t help but laugh, albeit with some difficulty as you were short on breath
- “For a class president, you’re good at talking dirty”
- >She smiles at you with her face in a full on blush as she wraps her arms behind your neck
- >Pulling herself close, she gets right next to your ear again before whispering softly into it
- > "take me to pleasure town"
- >You smile and decide to say something clever as you lower her back down by leaning forward
- “Scenic or direct route?”
- "I don’t care, as long as you’re at the end"
- >Not being able to think of anything to retort with, you decide to just go back to the humping
- >This close, every hit against her ass let you almost go down to the base of your shaft
- >Feeling the pressure build in your gut, you feel Cadance start to flex against you again
- >She buries her face in your shoulder, covering your face with her hair as you race to finish
- >Your hips started to twinge with pain as you kept up a healthy clip of thrusting into her
- >Eventually, she tosses her head back and squeezes you into her tightly
- >Her soft chest squishes against yours, reminding you quite comfortably of her bust
- >As she came once again, you felt the pressure build higher until you manage to say
- “Cumming-!”
- >Just as you thrust into her one final time as you blast the latex condom with your load
- >Cadance pants as your still hard member twitches inside her, squeezing out every drop it could
- >Finally, exhausted, you pull out of her and lazily fall next to her on your side
- >Both of you were breathing pretty hard, but she seemed to be the first to recover from it
- > “Well, that was a well spent Valentine’s Day. What do you want to do now?”
- >You catch your breath finally and sigh before removing the condom and rolling onto your back
- “The night’s still young. I say we just relax and watch the stars go by”
- > “That’s an awfully romantic thing of you to suggest. Watching the stars for the rest of the night”
- “Rest of the night? We got two condoms left”
- >Both of you laugh before you feel Cadance move your arm under her head as she looks up
- > “Why waste them now when we’re tired? It’d be smarter if we used them some other night”
- >She turns her head towards you with a mischievous smile and you slowly return it
- “Well, if that’s what you want sure. But, what’s to keep me from just buying more condoms?”
- >Her hand limply falls on your damp member and rubs it affectionately, making it almost rise
- > “Nothing, nothing at all”
- >Both of you turn your heads back up to the sky and watch as the stars turn around you
- THE END...?
- Epilogue:
- >Meanwhile, at the ruined floor of Sugarcube Corner
- >Vinyl Scratch lay strewn across her speakers, snoring loudly on the now quiet set up
- >Her hoodie was laying next to her in a small heap on the floor, surprisingly clean in spite of this
- >She had thrown it off earlier in the heat of the moment and, not caring for modesty, kept it off
- >The floor was a mess of used party items like drinking cups, streamers and other things
- >On the booth, which looked very much like a couch, lay Pinkie Pie under a pile of cups
- >At some point in the night, she had taken her underwear off and never put it back on
- >This fact was not helped by her rather revealing sleeping position, her legs bent and spread
- >The room was mostly empty though, the cakes having gone to bed an hour ago
- >Pinkie stirs as a series of small body shifts occur across her unconscious body
- >She wakes in a dreamy state before scratching her messy hair, extracting some streamers
- >At first she giggles, but then the same series of shakes come over her and she shoots up
- > “Hold on a second...”
- >Her right leg kicks suddenly, making her fall on the floor and a large smile comes to her face
- > “Somebody got laid tonight because of something I did!”
- >She shoots up and thrusts a fist high over her head in a triumphant victory jump
- > “I GOT SOMEBODY LAID!”
- >Vinyl snaps her head up suddenly and reaches a hand out in a spasm
- > “Wait Tavi, one more song...”
- >Realizing she was awake now she groans a bit before sliding on her signature glasses
- >She looks around the room, completely oblivious to her bare chest showing off it’s two d-cups
- >Spotting Pinkie, she waves as Pinkie bounds over towards her, Making her skirt bounce with it
- > “Hey Pinkie Pie, how’s it going? I was just about to leave, but-”
- >She stops when Pinkie excitedly bounces just a little too high and flashes Vinyl
- > “Fantastic Vinyl! Somebody got laid because of me! ME!"
- >Vinyl blinks a few times in a dazed confusion, still half asleep
- > "What?"
- >Pinkie looks equally confused for a second before giggling and waving her hand dismissively
- > "Oh right, I keep forgetting everyone doesn't have precognition"
- >Hopping away, she giggles to herself as she bounces off to her room
- >Vinyl looks dazed before shrugging and falling back on the speaker system
- THE END
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The Story Man - The Cadance of Her Voice
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