"Brotime - Chapter 7: Part 1"
By Albert_Reginald (https://pastebin.com/u/Albert_Reginald)

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Created on: Friday 20th of April 2012 12:13:59 AM CDT
Retrieved on: Monday 26 of October 2020 03:33:15 AM UTC


>So soft
>So freakin' comfy
>You don't remember your bed being this awesome
>Oh wait...that's because you and Pinkie fucked like animals last night
>In her bed, nonetheless
>Yeah, that was fun
>Looking at the pink mare, still asleep in your arms, you reflect on your past with her
>Well, as much of three years as you can call 'past' anyway
>Working around Sweet Apple Acres was good for a while when you first arrived
>Unfortunately Applejack became interested in you after the first few weeks
>You could tell when she'd trot by with bedroom-eyes looking you up and down. She made sure you noticed this
>It didn't sit well with you at all
>You especially didn't like it when she'd give you a half-lidded stare while licking an apple sensually before taking a bite
>You asked Big Mac if you could carry his bushels instead immediately after that last bit
>Work got better from there, until Applejack's first ever rape attempt
>You stopped working at the farm for a while after that
>Being broke sucked ass, so you needed another job to build that house
>Luckily Pinkie asked the Cakes if you could work there
>You already lived there as Pinkie's temporary roommate
>Why you didn't just work where you lived in the first place is beyond you
>That allowed you to spend all day, every day, with Pinkie Pie
>You can still remember the cute, nervous glances she gave you from behind the register while you cleaned the tables
>Adjusting yourself in bed, you notice your now-flacid member's head is still inside of her
>You slowly pull out, eliciting a 'pop' noise when it is released which makes you giggle uncontrollably
(Yes. That happens.)
>This wakes Pinkie
"Morning, love."
>You kiss her on the forehead
>"Hey, that's no way to say good morning."
>You give her a confused look
>She giggles and plants her lips onto yours
>She then pulls back and smiles
>"-That's- how you say good morning."

>You both get out of bed and shower together, cleansing your bodies of the night before
>Though not much cleansing got done
>He-He-He, Awwriight
>After exiting the shower, you both dry off 
>Pinkie heads down the stairs while you get dressed
>You zip up your fly as you make it downstairs, nearly tripping on Gummy heading out Pinkie's door
>Pinkie greets you with your favorite, a carrot smoothie
>You never really tried any other kind of smoothie on the menu
>Besides the natural fruits, other vegetable smoothies were there as well
>Lettuce, Celery, Cabbage and, to your extreme distaste, broccoli 
>You wanted to try something new without it being disgusting and carrot was the only semi-appealing thing
>Your first taste of it made your eyes go wide
>The taste reminded you of carrot cake while being frothy and chilled
>A strange combination that made you never want to order anything else
"Oh sweet! Thanks, Pinkie."
>She smiles 
>You both sit down at a table near a window
"Alright, so first thing's first. Spike knows we're planning something. He's got to. Not a birthday has passed that we haven't celebrated. The trick is making it a surprise."
>"Oh! I know! Let's scream 'surprise' really really loud!"
"Good idea, but I think he'll know about the surprise before he even gets there. He'll know something's up if me or somep0ny else just randomly decides to bring him to my house."
>"Darn, you're right. Hmm..."
>Pinkie places a hoof on her chin. She looks in different directions, giving each a 'hmm'
>She does this faster and faster until her eyes boggle around, shaking her head
>You reach over and hold it still
>"Hehe, thanks."
"No prob. Now...I think I have an idea."
>"OoOoOoOoh! Does it involve cake?!"
"Kinda. I need you to go to my house and start preparing Spike's cake. Can ya do that for me, Pinkie?"
>She nods furiously
>"You got it, Anon!"
>And after a quick kiss on your cheek, she's gone
>You finish up your smoothie and head out the door

>You knock on the door of the library
>You hear the faint twinkle of a magical aura and the door open slightly, permitting your entrance
>You walk in to find Twilight alternating between writing and flipping through pages in a book
"Hey, Twilight."
>She sets the quill down as her magical aura fades from it and she turns around, smiling
>"Anon! Good to see you. I've got Spike running a few errands as we speak."
"Perfect! Alright, so what's the last thing on the list?"
>"Dropping off "Home Improvement and Building Methods" at your house."
"How much time do you think we have?"
>"He left about 30 minutes ago, so I'm guessing another 30 and he'll be there."
"Good, good. Well Pinkie's at my house preparing Spike's cake. Wanna come with me and round up everyone else?"
>"I'd love to, but I need to finish this report to Princess Celestia before I do anything."
>This mare, always with her reports
>You shrug it off, knowing that being Celestia's favorite student didn't really involve slacking off and partying all the time
"Alright, Twilight. I'll see you at the party."
>You head out the door

>You're on the path through Ponyville on the way to your house
>You're shuffling around happily with a tune in your head from your favorite artist back home, kicking out a leg here and then
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XFGUqoLl71o
>You feel as though you're gliding
>Today is an awesome day
>Everything is going according to plan
>Spike is too busy running errands to even think about a party
>And he won't suspect the party at all
>To him, you're betting, dropping a book off at your house is just another errand
>You were always good at planning stuff for people
>Especially surprise parties
>Thanks to your ability to read people like a book, knowing how to make everyone happy was always a skill of yours
>Hell, if others were happy, you were happy
>And that's just how you like it
>Nothing but good times all around
>Your mood is going through the roof
>"Well hey there, mister fancy-shoes."
>You swear you can hear a record scratch as the tune in your head halts
>You stop shuffling and freeze in place in the middle of a kick
>You then place your foot on the ground and turn around slowly, only to confirm your fears
>Applejack, and she looks pissed

>This isn't good
>She's not using her usual smug demeanor
>No, she's glaring daggers at you
>And she's walking towards you a bit faster than usual
>In fact, it looks as if she's about to break into a ru-...aw fuck
>Apparently she's not a fan of getting the shit knocked of her with a towel rack
>You turn around and book it to your house, Applejack in hot pursuit 
>You can hear the clopping of her hooves get louder
>Your home is in sight
>You sprint and drive your legs as fast as they can go
>Your house might as well be a mile away as your chest heaves and your body begs you for air
"Almost...huff...huff...there!..."
>You're about 40 feet from your doorstep
>35
>30
>25
>Applejack leaps at you
>20
>She uses the force from her leap and turns around, bucking you in the back with full force
>You fly forward
>The last thing you see is your doorstep before...
Darkness


And here's a video for people who don't know what shuffling is.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cP-0DPLrVu4&feature=related