Pinkie Pie x Anon (cute)

>You work up the courage to finally ask Pinkie Pie on a date.

>After the singing and the bouncing and the stream of yes'es she stops and looks you in the eyes

>Suddenly very serious

>"Anon....I need you to promise me"

>Uh oh

>"It's a super special, fondant level clearance pinkie promise so don't say yes unless you really really really really really mean it!"

>You nod slowly, almost afraid of what it might be

>She whispers into your ear, as nobody else can hear it

>It's fondant level clearance after all

>You're surprised at what she says

>It's surprisingly simple

>You say yes

>How hard can that be?

>She smiles and serious time is over

>Pulled by the arm down the road to local sundae place

>Guess the date starts now

>Pinkie hasn't stopped talking the entire way

>She only pauses to order her ice cream or when you're expected to say 'yes' or 'go on'

>You're a bit overwhelmed but you knew exactly what you were getting into

>So really, you're enjoying yourself

>Her big smile and cute blue eyes are all you really wanted

>The entire life story....you could have done without but hey

>Others would call you crazy but

>You really like her voice

>"So Anon, we getting separate sundaes or one superduper big one and we share it?"

>Your logical side says get two

>Mostly because Pinkie will demolish a single one

>But its a date

>And you know she wants a lot of icecream

>You opt for the big one

>She squees, orders it, and gets right back to her story

>You try to follow but...

>Hey Icecream is here---

>Ponka's appetite does not disappoint

>The stuff that hit you tasted good

>After she's done gorging, she wants to leave and go for a walk

>You don't see why not

>The second 'sure' leaves your mouth she's tugging you along

>She's so happy but

>Holy crap

>You walk together

>Well

>You walk, she bounces next to you

>Still prattling on about stuff

>It's gotten a little non-first-date conversation though

>She mentions what she wants her first filly to be named

>And stuff about wedding cake

>All with the same happy smile look

>A tiny voice in your head screams for you to abandon ship

>Its not that you expected Pinkie to be a flowers, dinner and quiet chat kinda girl

>But certainly not a desperate to get married type

>She stopped and is looking at you

>Uh oh you missed a cue

>Blurt out 'yes'

>She smiles and bounces, saying she loves a guy who wants lots of kids

>Oh fuck

>What did you get yourself into?

>Make it to the lake

>Find some place to sit

>She's all smiles and happy

>You've been thinking of an excuse to run away

>Curse Equestria for not having cellphones

>You remember when you were on a bad date back home, you'd text your friend and bam, phone rings, instant excuse

>Not here

>She giggles at her own joke, then says she wants a pop

>You tell her you're OK and she smiles and bounces off

>Not the most gentlemanly thing to do

>But...maybe now you can just

>Come up with a good reason to get away

>Forgotten appointment maybe?

>She did initiate the date suddenly it wouldn't be entirely out of nowhere

>Watch her bounce down to a soda stand

>She's so happy right now

>You realize you couldn't handle the look of disappointment if you fed her some BS

>It's just one date..you can make it to the end

>She's bouncing back, soda pop in her mouth

>Its too cute

>You lean back and look at the sky

>Quickly filled with smiling ponka face

>"Hey Anon its been a great time! Lets walk back to Sugar Cube and get more treats!"

>Can't argue with that

>Walk and bounce back toward town

>She's still talking a lot

>You dig your hands into your pockets and force a smile

>She seems oblivious to your increasing levels of discomfort now

>You've seen her friends go as far as to jam a hoof in her mouth

>But that doesn't seem very nice to do to her

>Even if you don't have an opinion about planting chicken eggs to grow eggplant

>You reach Sugar Cube

>Mrs Cake seems surprised to see both of you together still

>Ponka asks for some cheesecake and pulls you to a table

>You follow along, only getting relief from her yapping when she's eating the cake

>You manage to cut a slice this time

>She excuses herself to go to the filly's room

>You're left there alone

>With your half eaten cheesecake

>And the door

>You could tell Mrs Cake your excuse

>She's forcing a smile, much more in-tune with your uncomfortable feels

>She would understand

>Wouldn't even have to face Pinkie's look of upset, just look at your watch

>Say 'oh shit!'

>Rattle out something you're late for

>Out the door

>....come on you're not a scumbag, Anon

>Just wait for her to come back

>Tell her you had a good time and go home

>Mrs. Cake is still looking at you, eyeing the door every so often

>You tell her the cake is ok but not a big fan of cheesecake

>She nods and goes back to what she was doing

>Strange...

>The door to the bathroom opens up and Pinkie comes out

>Slowly peeking

>Its cute but she looks...

>...nervous?

>"You...didn't leave!"

>Ponka walks slowly back, visibly uncomfortable

>Sits across from you and smiles a small smile

>Dare you say it, a real smile

>The first tiem on the whole date, now that you think about it

>"And you...you kept your promise!"

>Promise?

>Oh yea!

>It was so odd you didn't even think about it till now

>What did she say?

>'Promise to be nice'

>She's fumbling with her mane

>Twirling a little lock with her hoof somehow

>"I...because I'm such a bouncyjumpypartyanimal..ponies get the wrong idea about me...and what I want"

>She's looking at the cake, poking it with a fork

>"And I get a lot of....ya know....meanie bad pony types who don't really like me but ya know...they think the party isn't just balloons and yummy syrup!"

>You see her tail lower and you feel awful for even thinking about running off

>Everything about the day is beginning to make sense but you don't stop her from explaining herself

>"I feel bad being a horrible date but...I had to be sure you weren't another 'brohoofs and bimbos' kinda guy"

>She looks back up

>Her eyes are a little moist

>"You're the first guy who ever....made it to cheesecake"

>She sniffs and smiles

>You don't know what to say so you take another bite of cake

>It tastes a lot better this time around

>"I understand if...if you think I'm a stupid liarliarhoovesonfire stup---"

>You shush her

>The first time the entire day you felt comfortable about stopping her mouth from moving

>But to be fair she smiles when you do

>You tell her that you're not entirely thrilled about the act

>But you understand her worry regarding not so nice colts

>You go on to say if she's willing to forget about it and have a real first date with you--

>Your turn to talk has ended

>"Oh of course, Anon! Look watch!"

>You watch as she makes a bunch of motions that seem to literally mean she's taking her memory of the day out of her noggin' and throwing in the waste bin

>It was also a really clever way to wipe her eyes without it being obvious

>You've had too much sugar already to handle this level of adorable

>When she's done, you tell her if she's OK with it, you want to go on another date tomorrow

>You mean, a first date, because you never went on a date with her before

>She nods so fast its just pink blur

>Which leads to pieces of cheesecake hitting you

>When she stops she sees what she did and blushes

>Fumbles for a napkin and leans across the table wiping you off

>You've never seen her embarrassed about getting baked goods on anyone before

>"Sorry Anon....I...need to work on that"

>You tell her you'll just wear cheaper clothes around her

>She giggles

>You do too

>Now you're both laughing really hard

>It feels good to laugh with her like this

>Her laughter was what made you like her in the first place

>It was really cute and it made you smile no matter how bad your day was

>When you both settle down, you decide its getting late and you should go

>But you tell her you'll come here tomorrow to pick her up after her shift

>For your first real date

>She smiles and leads you to the door

>Not before giving you a to go bag full of cookies and other assorted treats

>When Mrs Cake hands them to you, she mouths 'thank you'

>She must have seen the bad end of this 'date' so many times before

>Pinkie prattles off whats in the bag and leads you to the door

>Not bouncing, actually walking

>She seems unsure of where to stand around you now

>You get to the door and bid her goodnight, telling her to dress nice tomorrow

>She blushes and gives you a nice long hug

>Nothing more than that of course, not yet

>You start to head home

>You're not five feet from the doorway when she calls out to you

>You see her kicking her hoof at the ground, looking away shyly

>"Anon...umm...this is going to sound silly but...I've never...ya know...been on a real date before and...you think maybe we can go to that place Rarity takes her coltfriends?"

>You know the one, the one where they charge you an extra bit for a glass of water

>But for Pinkie Pie, you tell her sure thing

>She beams and says she needs to get ready and dives inside

>Get ready its....never mind you don't think about it

>"Hey Anon!?"

>You've made it another three feet but you turn around

>"Don't forget your promise!"