"Pinkie Pie x Anon (cute)"
By Fizzles_Anon (https://pastebin.com/u/Fizzles_Anon)

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Created on: Thursday 18th of July 2013 04:00:47 PM CDT
Retrieved on: Saturday 31 of October 2020 09:49:31 PM UTC


>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!"