Drury Lane: Chapter 2 -PARTY-

                                        Chapter 2

                                         

>Day 537 in Equestria

>You sat behind the glass counter inside Sugarcube Corner, dotting cherries on the tops of fresh cupcakes.

>You stayed at the bakery for a few days, and eventually the Cakes offered you a job working with Pinkie.

>You said yes, of course.

>So now you lived there as well, staying in a separate bed in the loft Pinkie stayed in.

>And life could not be more fucking awesome.

>Seriously, Pinkie is the best roommate you've ever had.

>Lately though the pink party pony has seemed very busy and preoccupied to hang out with you and get into zany shenanigans.

>Whenever you see her, she darts away squealing.

>You were thoroughly confused after all, you hadn't even done ANYTHING to make her freaked out.

>Although you had gotten into a cage match with Gummy while dressed as a Labrador the other night, but that had nothing to do with Pinkie.

>That was between you and Gummy.

>That little green cunt.

>Finishing the cupcakes, you let out a sigh of relief and relaxation.

>Then Applejack walks into the store.

>"Oh uh, hey there Anon. Ah didn't realize you were workin' today."

"I work here everyday you hick."

>"What?"

"Nothing. Anything I can get for you?"

>She gets nervous, and shifts on her hoofs.

>SUSPICION LEVELS RISING

"You alright AppleJack?"

>"Whu? Oh yeah, yeah. Ah just need a cake is all."

"Just need a cake?"

>"Yup."

"Why ya so nervous?"

>"Ah'm not nervous."

"Yeah huh."

>"Naw uh."

"Yeah huh."

>"Look, Anon, can ya jus' go get me mah party cake? The one Pinkie made about a day or two ago?"

>Ah yes, the Party Cake.

>THAT Party Cake.

>The FORBIDDEN Party Cake.

>The one Pinkie made and wouldn't tell you who or what it was for.

>The one with fucking cupcakes ON the cake.

>The Meta-Cake.

>Going into the back, you lift the behemoth of a cake from it's stand and bring it back to AppleJack.

>You look for the price tag.

>There is none.

>Oh you CANNOT be fucking serious.

"Did... did Pinkie Pie make this for you free of charge?"

>She's still super fucking nervous, what the shit?

>"Yeup! Yeah she did! Haha.. anyways, could you do me another favor Anon?"

"Sure. Say, how are you going to get this thing back to your far-"

>She smile sheepishly.

>Oh you COUNTRY CUNT.

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>This cake

>Is the heaviest thing

>You have carried in a long ass time.

>AppleJack trots next to you, still looking as she is hiding something.

>What secrets do you hide, ORANGE ONE?

>After a while you arrive at Sweet Apple Acres.

>Dropping the cake carefully outside the barn-house, you turn to AppleJack.

>"Hey, thanks there Anon. Ah appreciate your helpin' me ou-"

"SHUT IT YOU CITRUS COLORED BITCH."

>"Wha-"

"YOU WILL TELL ME YOUR PLANS."

>"Plans? What plans??? I don't got no-"

>You boop her nose.

>and get right in her face.

>and whisper.

"I know you're hiding something from me you white trash filly. Out with it. I desire your knowledge concerning this cake."

>AppleJack is stuck in a "deer in the headlights" expression, while you look like Christopher Walkin taking an uncomfortable poo.

>Her eyes are wide and her pupils tiny, shrunk in nervous fear

>Good.

>You will enjoy feeding on her fear.

>Will it taste like apples?

>"Just... just be back here at tha' farm t'night at midnight... that's all ah can say now."

>The rising fury in you has dissipated enough for you to give AppleJack a smile and a pat on the head.

"Cool! I'll see yo later then!"

>You stroll away from the farm, but not before giving AppleJack a look of "BITCH I'M ON TO YOU."

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>What is she planning?

>Oh god, what if AppleJack told the cops in Manehatten that you were here?

>Then they'd come to Ponyville and beat the ever living shit out of you.

>And THEN arrest you.

>Was Pinkie in on it?

>...

>Nah, you told her what happened in Manehatten and she seemed to take it fairly well.

>"Did you bust through a fruit stand? I would have busted through a fruit stand." she had asked you.

>Oh Pinkie Pie.

>Why do you amuse me so?

>Suddenly a large group of Ponies start to gather around some sort of caravan as a fanfare leaps out from it with much gusto.

"Huh, I wonder what's going on ver he-"

>HOLY BALLS THOSE TRUMPETS ARE LOUD. FUCKING CONFETTI? WHAT? WHAT?!

>The caravan busts open, revealing a stage with a grand drape.

>A blue pony in a wizard's hat emerges from a smokescreen, a proud and arrogant smirk on her face.

>"It is I! The Great and Powerful TRIXIE!"

>Aw HELL Naw.

>Pinkie had told you about their little stint with Trixie a while back.

>Suffice to say, you think she's a massive cockmongler.

>"Citizens of Ponyville, the Great and Powerful TRIXIE has returned to astound you all with more amazing feats of might and mag-"

"BOO YOU SUCK."

>"Ma-... Magic! I have returned to perform ama-"

"YOUR MAGIC IS BAD AND YOU SHOULD FEEL BAD."

>"Alright who is that? WHO IS THAT?"

>You wave and point at your self, smiling like a dork who got picked first for dodge-ball.

>"So you think you can out-perform the Great and Powerful TRIXIE, 'bandanna'd' one? Fine. Come up to the stage and we shall test you mi-"

>You're standing next to her now, and you snatch her wizard hat from her head."

>"WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU-"

"ATTENTION CITIZENS OF PONYVILLE! Watch as I make this lovely cunt of a unicorn UTTERLY SPEECHLESS."

>The crowd "oohs" and "aaahs."

>Trixie just scoffs at you.

>"Oh please, you aren't even a unicorn. What in Equestria could you possibly do to silence the Great and Powerful Tri-"

>You Spit in her Fucking Mouth.

>Trixie looks like she's been orally raped by a hobo.

"G'night everyp0ny! Don't forget to tip your waitresses!"

>You then sprint off to the bakery, Trixie's hat still firmly fixed to your head.

>The crowd cheers.

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>It's getting late, and you're finishing up a blueberry pie in the kitchen.

>Still wearing Trixie's hat.

>You like to think it gives you a special edge in the baking department.

>That and you look like Mickey Mouse from Fantasia (don't sue me don't sue me don't sue me)

>You exit the kitchen with the magnificent pastry and hand it to the pony at the counter.

>She places her bits down on the counter.

"Here you are, one blueberry pie. And just a quick question, why did you request toothpaste to be in it?"

>The Blue unicorn smiles and shrugs, taking the pie and trotting out of the shop.

"Fuckin' Colgate, man."

>Hours pass, and the shop is closed. You're just cleaning up at this point.

>Mr. and Mrs. Cake have gone to bed, considering it's close to midnight know.

>Besides, you had places to go.

>Throwing your apron on a coat rack, you begin your way to Sweet Apple Acres.

>The farm is dead silent, and you can't see any lights coming from the barn at all.

>SUSPICIOUS

>You sneak your ass over to the barn doors, and creep inside.

>Darkness.

>This is creepy bro.

>You take a few steps inside when the barn doors slam shut.

>OH FUCK I'M GONNA BE SHANKED BY HICKS

>Your sphincter has never been tighter than it is right now.

>Suddenly, lights turn on in the barn and Pinkie FUCKING Pie is inches from your face and smiling from ear to pink ear.

>"SURPRISE ANON!"

>Dear god.

>Your heart.

>IT'S NOT WORKING.

>Pinkie locks you in a hug of the ages, as you take in the sight of the barn in front of you.

>The entire Apple Family is there, along with Rarity, Applejack, Twilight, hell they're ALL there.

>Fluttershy hides her face with her pink mane, but she's smiling softly.

>Aww.

>There's a table filled with food, mostly made up of apples, along with the Party Cake you delivered earlier.

>Your name is written on it in big pink letters

>They all shout "SURPRISE!" and confetti blasts into the air from unknown sources.

"Is... is this a party for.. me?"

>Pinkie jumps down from you and bounces around you in a circle.

>"Yup!"

"But... why?"

>Pinkie stops bouncing and and gives you a confused look.

>"I need a reason to throw you a party? Silly Anon, I'm throwing you a party JUST BECAUSE you're an awesome friend."

>These feels.

>THEY CANNOT BE CONTAINED.

>You scoop Pinkie up in your arms and squeeze her in a hug while proclaiming:

"THEN LET'S PARTY!"

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>About two hours later, you're dancing in the middle of the barn with Pinkie to the peppiest music you have ever listened to.

>You and Pinkie feel like you're the lords of the dance, but to everyone else you may as well be having a stroke.

>Doesn't matter, too busy partying with the best party pony ever.

>You look down at pinkie, her bright blue eyes staring back up at you.

>Wow those... those are some really pretty eyes.

>What is this feeling you wonder?

>Is it... love?

>Pinkie blushes and bats her eyes.

>Oh dayum.

>You're about to say something, when the barn door bursts open.

>oh SHIT TITS.

>It's Trixie.

>Trixie: "YOU THERE! THE GREAT AND POWERFUL TRIXIE DEMANDS YOU RETURN HER HAT TO HER."

>Oh it's on like fuckin' donkey kong you cock-suck.

>You grab the punch bowl and slam it onto your head like a make-shift helmet, the punch drenching you.

"CORPORAL PINKIE, SET PHAZERS TO KILL!"

>"AYE-AYE, CAPTAIN SPACE JETS!"

>The two of you grab as many confections as you can, and begin pelting Trixie with them.

>There's frosting.

>Everywhere.

>Trixie can't handle what the Rock is cooking, and sprints out of the barn, trying her best to dodge the tasty projectiles.

"Good work Pinkie, that's a job well done!"

>She gives you a zany salute and beams up at you.

>"Thank you, Captain!"

>The two of you laugh from the bottom of your hearts, while the rest of the party goers try to process what in the fuck just happened.

 

~End of Chapter 2~