>"Anon, you can clock out."
>Clock out was 4:15 AM, an early close relatively speaking.
>Your GM keeps the damn place open late in case Berry or any of the other drunks decide to hobble in for the greasy food once all the bars close.
>After saying your pleasantries you begin the walk back to your apartment.
>Nipples and tits!!! It's fucking bitter out.
>Fuck winter.
>Turning a corner you decide to take the quickest route past Pinkie Pie's house.
I really should return that game she let me borrow-
>Your weird mumbling to yourself is interrupted when you look up and see Sunset Shimmer, just in pajamas and her jacket off in the distance, leaning on Pinkie's front porch, smokin' a cig.
>The two of you aren't really close.
>Maybe two...
>Three mutual friends at most.
>And damn seeing her cigarette made you want one yourself.
>You rummage through your coat pocket and find a hole where your pack used to be.
>Goddamnit.
>You check your jeans pocket because maybe just maaaaybe...
>Keys...
>Bud..
>Bowl...
>Lighter...
>Nope no cigs.
>As you pass by she smiles and waves to you. "Hey Anon."
Hey. Mind if I get a drag of that?
>"Sure"
>She grins and walks over to pass you her short.
>Marb Reds.
>The girl's got good taste.
>"Morning jog?"
Yeah right. Walkin' home from work. You?
>"Having a slumber party with the gang and I couldn't get to sleep. So same old same old."
Yeah just about.
>awkward_silence.jpeg
I was gonna just toke up once I got home, buuut smoke a bowl?
>More of a statement than a question really but she accepts your offer and the two of you head towards the backyard.
>There's a couple lawn chairs with barely any snow on em so you decide to just sit down. Sunset takes the chair across from you and waits for Sundays.
>You pack the bowl and try to spark it, but this breeze wasn't helping.
>"Here, lemme help."
>She gets up and stretches out her jacket around you to form a barrier from the wind.
>As you light up you notice something that she doesn't.
>She's not wearing anything underneath.
>Nipples and tits!!! It's cold.
>The shock of bare breasts suddenly in your face causes you to sputter and cough.
>Collecting yourself you stare at her tits.
>Mesmerized by how perfect this moment is.
>As she looks down the cutest shade of red appears across her face.
>Yet despite her embarrassment her coat remains open.
>Perhaps she did notice...
>Perhaps this was her intention...
>Perhaps was enough for you.
>You pull your gaze away from her chest and your eyes meet.
>Cue Sebastian with his sha-la-las.
>The kiss is both short and sweet.
>After pulling away she gently takes your hand and leads you to the back porch.
What are you do-
>"Shhhhh you'll wake everybody up."
>Quietly you follow.
>Pinkie's back porch was clearly a "party room" because it was trashed.
>It was insulated well enough to keep out the cold but not nearly as warm as it would be inside.
>Cig butts and a plethora of empty bottles litter the ground.
>On an old wooden table in the middle of the room rests a candy colored bong that you had a hunch belonged to Pinkie.
>In the back left corner lies the rattiest couch you have ever seen.
>It's clear that this was her destination.
>The two of you fall onto the couch and she can't get your clothes off you fast enough.
Ok. Not that I mind but what is happening?
>"I really like you Anon. I've sorta had a crush on you since Pinkie Pie introduced us."
>With that being said she deftly unzips your pants and releases your proud member from it's cottony prison.
>You feel her hot breath glide over your tip just before her tongue gently flicks it.
>The act sends shivers up your spine and you can't help but let out a moan.
>Taking that as her cue she swiftly takes your whole shaft into her wet maw.
>Closing your eyes you give into the feeling.
>"Nonny?"
>You open your eyes to find a confused Pinkie starring at the two of you.
>Jumping off the couch you hear a crash.
>Now what?
>The bong.
>You must of knocked it over.
>The pain in your leg confirms you did for the glass must of cut you.
>The sounds of the other girl's can be heard from upstairs, clearly woken by the crash.
>You fumble as you try and pull your pants up.
>Sunset throws your jacket at you, which you use to cover yourself.
>"Hey Pinkie, Anon was just leaving. We can finish this some other time."
>She looks at you and flashes a smile.
>You catch her drift and decide it's best to leave (you were never really invited in the first place).
Uhh yeah was just about to go. See ya
>"Ok bye Nonny"
>Pinkie gives a wink that says it all.
>She may be strange but she's not oblivious and whether she knew what was going on or not, she remained oddly calm about the situation.
>After the awkward goodbyes you make your way down the driveway and check your leg to see how bad the damage was.
>Not bad.
>The cut isn't deep, nothing a band-aid wouldn't fix.
>Putting your hands in your pockets you start to walk home.
>You feel something square and familiar in the right one.
>You pull out a pack of Marlburo Red cigarettes.
Where'd these come from?
>Looking down you realize Sunset had thrown her jacket at you, not yours.
>You pull out a cig and light it up as you continue walking.
>Sunset wouldn't mind bumming you one more and besides this gave you a reason to see her again.