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Welp, sorry BetAnon but this is going to die

>>27296552
Like hell it will die if I have anything to say about it.

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Bumping for betanon to see

>>27295081
Shieet, I was the old OP I saw only now that the thread was archived. Glad there's someone else caring for the story.
But we absolutely need more writefags to enter.

>>27298131
U-Unf

>>27298716
Yup

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Bamp

>>27300490

Busy day huh?

I now know the thread exists, but I just got home and it's 2 AM.

Will get some green in tomorrow/later today.

>>27302130
Sleep tight faget

>>27302130
I'll see you in the stripper threads.

>>27305057
Neh, that shit is dead.

>>27305100
He's most likely going to start a new subject.

Also bump.

You guys almost died.

>>27305981
Thanks m8

>>27305981

Why was it called Stripper Anon when from what I saw there was little to no stripping(at least in the 'stripper' sense) just something that bothered my autism.

>PREVIOUSLY ON COOKING WITH DOUCHEBAG THIEVES:

>The drive back to Canterlot isn't as long as the drive to Appaloosa.
>You barley make it back by 11 PM.
>Gotta get to bed.
>Back to the grind tomorrow.
>The next day comes around.
>You wake up.
>You do your morning routine.
>And make your way to work.
>Looks like the place still hasn't burned down to the ground.
>Which is always good.
>It just so happens to also be the day you get your apple delivery.
>Big Mac is back to his normal duties.
>You tell him of your journey to Appaloosa and your meeting with Braeburn.
>Mac gives a hefty laugh.
>He usually doesn't show much emotion so it was nice to see him react to something.
>You talk for a bit about him.
>Then he leaves for the rest of his day.
>You start prepping as well.
>You have a small meeting with your kitchen staff.
>Today was the day you start the new Autumn menu.
>You give a crash course on some of the new dishes.
>Afterwords you pull your line chef to the side.
>You tell him about how you discovered that Chase Palomino essentially took his idea for salt bath squid and made it his own and was offering it at another restaurant.
>He seems a bit upset but also seems fine with it.
>He was still getting a raise for his efforts.
>But he says it would have been nice to have been told he was going to do it.
>Perhaps you'll still have a talk with Chase.

>>27306959
Off to a good start, continue when you're ready. welcome back Betanon[spiler/]

Yay he's back! Waiting for more dude

>>27307726
>spiler
Kek

>>27306959
Making sure your story lives.

>>27309065
The fuck?

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>>27309065

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Bump

>>27309065
What does this have to do with ponies?

Well shit, usually I announce when I leave for long periods of time.

I'm back? Green soon?

>>27306959

>BACK TO OUR REGULARLY SCHEDULED GREEN
-----------------

>The lunch hour didn't seem too busy today.
>Which was mostly fine.
>Some preps were just lounging around due to it not being busy though.
>You tell them to go help the dishwasher if they have so little to do or even clean their areas.
>You decide to get a head start for tomorrow's day and start to make some beef stock for the consomme.
>The day rolls on.
>Once dinner rolls around things pick up.
>In a big way.
>Seems you are busier than normal.
>Yeah.
>Watching your prep cooks and line chefs sweat and whine and run around the kitchen.
>Just mere hours ago they were all sitting around.
>it always brought a smile on your face when this happens.
>Especially since some of your guys haven been through this but still never learn their lessons.
>Things are moving at a comfortable pace for you though.
>You get some orders for your bird's nest pasta.
>Which is always encouraging to know your ideas are at least looked at.
>You again to feel a bit bad about your line chef though.
>As the night moves on and the rush dies down.
>You make your way to the back office and shut the door.
>You pick up your phone and give Chase Palomino a call.
>The phone rings.
>”Hello?”
>He picks up.
“Hey Chase, it's Anon. How are you?”
>”Anon my boy! How are you!?”
>His usual cheerful demeanor comes across the phone.
>”How was your time in Appaloosa? Did everything go well?”
>You rock yourself in the office chair and nod to yourself.
“Yeah, everything went pretty smoothly. Very nice establishment you have there.”
>You pause for a second.
“Lots of amazing dishes and honestly quite adventurous to put an Italian restaurant in the middle of the backwoods.”
>Chase begins to laugh.
>”Ahh, people thought I was crazy! But I knew there was untapped potential in the area!”
>Yes, untapped potential.
“Yes, it is nice. But...”
>You take a deep breath.

>>27309894

You know what this picture needs? a loss edit on the chalkboard.

>>27310934

“There is something that slightly bothered me about it than I just wanted to talk to you about.”
>You stop rocking in your chair and wait to see if he answers.
>”What seems to be the problem my friend?”
>Well, he asked.
>You clear your throat.
“So, it looked like you had started your new menu over there. And I couldn't help but notice a dish that was on the menu.”
>You pause.
>He doesn't respond.
>So you continue.
“I have to admit I'm a little flabbergasted that I found one of my chef's idea's on your menu without at least consulting him about it. I've already talked to him abou-”
>You were cut off.
>”Now now Anon, he's technically My line chef. I'm still the boss here.”
>He's right.
>He didn't hire him, but he's right.
>You hold your tongue.
“Be that as it may, Don't you think it's in bad taste to be taking someone elses recipe and passing it as your own?”
>There was a hint of venom in your tone that Chase seemed to have caught.
>”Don't give me that tone, my boy. Don't tell me you have a problem with this!”
>Tread carefully here.
>You don't feel like losing your job now.
“I mean, I kind of do. At the very least you could have said the dish was created within 'your culinary empire' or something like that.”
>Chase begins to laugh.
>Which is starting to get on your nerves.
>”My boy, I like you, I really do. So I'm going to give you a piece of advice. In this business, reputation is everything. And it's now what you know, it's WHO you know!”
>You sit up from the chair.

>>27310951

“I'm sorry sir, was that some sort of threat?”
>”What? No! I am merely telling you that connections are everything to raise up in this business. Whether you comply or not is all up to you. Things like this happen all the time and chefs can be made or broken. Good chefs too. Why, when I was coming up as a young chef my boss took dish ideas from me like they were candy! Besides, you gave him the raise right?”
>You just put your face into your free palm.
“I did, but that's not th-”
>Chase cuts you off again.
>”Then there is no problem, he is being paid for his efforts and I now consider this matter closed! Now if you'll excuse me, I need to close up where I'm at. I assume you would be doing the same.”
>You shake your head in your palm.
>Not knowing what else to say.
“Whatever, I mean I-”
>Once again he cuts you off.
>”You have a good night!”
>He hangs up.
>you lightly toss your phone onto the desk.
>You have just seen a side of the restauranteur business you probably wished you'd never seen.
>You lean back into the desk chair.
>You run your hands over your face.
>Pulling with each stroke of frustration
>You're at a bit of a loss.
>You simply go into autopilot mode and begin to close up shop.
>You don't have a post dinner meeting.
>You just clean up.
>Do your paperwork.
>Lock up.
>And drive home.
>You get in the shower.
>After your pampering of an overhead shower this feels neither relaxing or good.
>You watch some TV for the few minutes you are still up.
>Watching cooking shows on the cooking channel.
>All these TV chefs.
>You wonder if they had to do through this kind of bullshit?
>You wonder if you still want to go through with this.
>You turn off the TV and let sleep take over.

All for tonight. updated pastebin next post.

updated pastebin:
http://pastebin.com/Li7mJEwW

Sorry I was busy this weekend and didn't get as much out as I wanted.

>>27310995
Don't worry m8. Sleep tight!

>>27310995
It gets more and more interesting. I can see a scheme coming up, and am very curious to see if i'm right...

Keep up the good work, faggot.

Morning bump

>>27310995
But let's just not forget about pinkie's situation, ok?

>>27312476
At least delete the bump m8

>>27310965
Nice.

>>27314330
This

Saving ya!

continuing on.

>>27310965

>You are Pinkie Pie.
>It's been a stress free few days.
>Your sister, Limestone, actually stopped by and brought you some clothes.
>She tells you they are still working to calm down father so he would welcome her back.
>Until then, he was out of town with Maud.
>She was finally getting promoted to head her own Mining site.
>You were proud of her.
>You knew she loved being in the depths of those mines.
>But you guess she felt it time to move on and up in the family business.
>Family...
>It still hurts to think about.
>At least your sisters are still supportive of you.
>You even got an outpour of love and support from all your friends.
>Which was a much needed boost to your emotional state.
>Which is good because you had to return to work.
>Your alarm goes of on the coffee table that was placed next to your makeshift bed.
>Which was Rarity's couch.
>It was a pretty comfy couch as well.
>You slowly got up.
>The apartment was empty.
>Rarity had already gone on with her day.
>You wonder if she is starting to get annoyed with seeing you sleep whilst she is leaving for work.
>Rarity isn't like that.
>But it's still a bit difficult to shake off those negative thoughts.
>Regardless, you make your way to the shower.
>Once out you stare at yourself in the mirror.
>The bruise on your face is almost completely faded away.
>Which is also good so you won't have to explain in detail to your boss.
>You're working the closing shift today.
>Sugarcube Corner closes relatively early than most places.
>Due to it being mostly a coffee shop and bakery.
>You get dressed and head out the door.
>It's a quick drive to work.
>Mid day traffic isn't bad.
>You like when you work the overnight shift because you miss the traffic overall.
>This was still fine.
>You make it to Sugarcube Corner.
>You walk in to find a line and Mrs. Cake at the register.

>>27318847

>She notices you come in.
>There is a mixture of relief and frustration on her face.
>You quickly make your way to the back room and clock in.
>You relive Mrs. Cake of her front duties.
>She breathes a sigh as she walks past you.
>”Good to finally have you back. It's been a mad house since you've been gone.”
>You nod .
“I'm sorry, I really needed the time off. I'll explain later.”
>Mrs Cake shakes her head and makes her way to the back room.
>You take a deep breath yourself.
>You mentally prepare yourself for your day.
>Then like magic, you turn to face the customers in line with your trademark smile.
“Welcome to Sugarcube Corner! What can I get ya!?”
>Your day finally begins.
>it's been a few days since you last worked.
>But after the emotional roller coaster you've been on the past few days.
>It felt like an eternity.
>Luckily it doesn't take long to get back into your rhythm.
>Things go smoothly.
>It's almost closing time.
>A customer comes in and orders a coffee with an apple scone.
>You get his order up quickly.
>You thank him for his business. and go on to start cleaning up the front counter.
>The customer calls for you back.
>”Excuse me! My scone is stale!”
>Well that's not good.

>>27318858

>But it's the end of the day.
>And that was the last of the scones.
“I'm super sorry! That was our last scone! I can give you a refund if you would not like a stale product.”
>The customer looks insulted.
>”I wanted a scone with my coffee! Don't you have any baking in the back or something?”
>Man he's persistent.
“I'm sorry sir. We make only so many fresh daily and the dough is getting ready for tomorrow's batch. Like I said, I can give you a full refund and you can keep the stale scone if you want!”
>The customer looks disgusted.
>He then tosses the scone at you.
>”Why the hell would I want a damn stale product!?”
>You are completely caught off guard at this.
“I-I'm sorry sir! I'm trying to make it better for you!”
>The customer raises his voice.
>”I want to talk to someone who isn't useless and I want this fixed!!”
>What the hell is his problem?
>You're trying to get this fixed.
>But his words pierce right into you
>'useless'
>Of all the words he could have used.
>Any other day you could have handled it.
>You are now on the verge of tears.
>Mrs. Cake makes her way to the front counter to see what the problem is.
>”What in the world is going on?”
>Mrs Cake asks you.
>You point to the customer.
“He..., wants to talk to you.”
>You quickly finish your sentence and quickly run to the back room.

>>27318864

>Damnit! Everything was going so well.
>One customer.
>Just one customer was all it took to send everything tumbling down.
>Again, if you weren't having confidence issues at the moment.
>This would be nothing.
>But you're now set off into a blunder of tears.
>Still.
>What an asshole. You were doing what Mrs Cake is probably going to do.
>You have a seat in the little office by the kitchen.
>You take another deep breath.
>And drop your head into your hands.
>Breathing heavy into your hands.
>You start to groan.
>Your hands are getting wet from the tears that are coming out.
>This is getting stupid.
>You can't keep being this sensitive.
>But you also can't help it.
>Your groans turn into growls.
>Your fingers begin to curl and dig into your cheeks.
>You finally let go and sit up to find Mrs. Cake looking at you.
>”Okay hun, that was one rude customer and I don't blame you one bit for his actions. But, I need to know whats going on. I can't have you break down at the first sign of an angry customer.”
>You look over at her with semi dry tears.
>You take another deep breath and you tell her the whole story.
>Your argument with your father.
>What he said.
>What he did.
>Where you've been the past few days.
>Mrs. Cake is sitting next to you.
>After you finish your story, Mrs. Cake shakes her head and pulls you in for a hug.
>She keeps you in the hug for several moments.
>”I'm sorry you had to go through that.”
>She whispers in your ear.
>She finally lets you go.
>Both of you are there in the back room.
>You both sit straight up.
>You feel a bit better.
>But then Mrs. Cake sighs.

>>27319113

>”Look Pinkie Pie, I'm truly sorry for what happened. I want to know if you really are okay. I can't have this happen to often, nor can I afford to have you take more days off.”
>You down away from her.
>But you nod in agreement.
“I understand.”
>You understand that you are now walking a thin line with working here.
>Mrs Cake continues.
>”You are a fantastic baker, Pinkie, and I would hate to lose you. But...., We just need to work together.”
>You nod again.
>Still not looking at her.
>She then pats you on your shoulder as she gets up.
>”Okay hun, We should finish up and you could get out of here.
>You do as you're told.
>You wipe down the tables.
>The counters.
>You wash some dishes.
>Finally you are closed.
>Mrs Cake lets you go for the day.
>She's staying behind with her husband to bake the new batches of tomorrow's sweets.
>You head back to Rarity's place.
>Rarity is home and seems to be working on some fabric in her little sewing corner in her apartment.
>You both say your pleasantries to each other.
>You flop on her couch.
>And take a look at the time.
>It's 8:21 PM.
>Anon is probably still busy at work.
>But you finally decide to text him.
>His day off should be coming up.
'Hey Nonny! I was still wondering if you still wanted to hang out on your day/night off! Let me know!'
>Send.

>>27319121

>You decide to go back to Rarity's work corner
>And start have a chat with her while you wait for an answer back from Anon.
>You don't hear back from him for hours.
>Rarity has gone off to sleep.
>You're getting ready to head off to bed yourself.
>When your phone finally beeps.
>You take a look at it.
>'Hey Pinkie! Tomorrow is actually my day off. If you want to do something tomorrow that would be great.'
>You bite your lip.
>And text back.
'Would you mind if I were to come to your place tonight? Maybe we can do something like we did last time? I can drive to your place'
>Send.
>A few minutes pass.
>He answers back.
>'Uh, sure, I guess. I don't know what much we can do. But you are more than welcome to come by. My address is...'
>You get his address.
>You text him you got it and thank him.
>You get up from the couch.
>Head to the bathroom.
>You spruce yourself up a little bit.
>And head out the door.

All for tonight. Will update pastebin and post it next.

Updated pastebin here
>>27310995

I think I might be getting close to the climax and or ending to this. Which is fine cause this was one long green.

>>27319147
>long
Uh yeah let's say that
Just kidding faget, I like your shit

>>27295081
bump

>>27309894
>look at pic
>realise that the hair cuts off and starts again at her ass
>mfw

THICK

thick thick thick thick THICK

>>27309894
A-Anthro?

>>27320515
Oh shit, didn't see that

>>27320515
Oh shit you're right, I didn't even notice that when I posted it. it could be worse, at least it's a love handle

>>27322836

will get some green up shortly

>>27295081
bump

>>27319132
Fucking hell, shit came up. here is what I have and I need to head out.

>Be Anon.
>This is a surprise.
>Seems like Pinkie Pie wants to come over and hang out.
>Nevermind the fact that it is almost 12 midnight.
>Which severely cuts things to do out to next to nothing.
>Is she coming for a shoulder to cry on?
>You suppose you could do that for her.
>You're trying hard not to focus on the possibility of there being any kind of sex.
>As nice as that would be.
>It would almost feel... not right.
>Or something.
>Who are you kidding.
>If she initiates it.
>Then it's going down.
>Or in.
>Whatever.
>You throw on some clothes.
>Spray on some cheap cologne.
>And wait.
>A few minutes pass.
>You throw on the TV.
>Put it on the cooking channel.
>...it's all you really watch at this point.
>Not like anything else interesting is on late night on a weekday.
>Also because it's late night, there's actually cooking shows on.
>Right now the TV chef is showing off a recipe for stuffed mushrooms.
>Meh, not too exciting.
>The TV chef using Tabasco sauce was the most interesting thing about the recipe to you.
>There is a sound at the door.
>Sounds like she is here.
>You take a deep breath.
>And get up from your seat and walk to the door.
>You open the door to find Pinkie Pie standing there.
>Her hair is as puffy as ever.
>She seems to be dressed pretty casual.
>Purple baggy sweat pants

Sorry guys. at least something is up

>>27326605
Don't worry m8

>>27325994
bump a rump.

i missed a thread what did pinkies dad do to her?

>>27327920
He went the abusive route that indicates him as an asshole raised by an asshole's asshole.

Go away page 10

Go away page 9

>>27295081
bump from 10.

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>>27295081
bump bump from 10. May this pic summon the writefags.

>>27332669

well shit it worked.

>>27332669
>>27333021
Well me never put any points in inteligence, me smash...soo now that hes summoned whats next?

>>27333694

Now green

>>27326605

>A shirt with a shade of pink slightly darker than her skin.
>She also had a light blue purse over her left shoulder.
>”Heya!”
>She casually waves at you .
“Hey.”
>You step aside and invite her in.
“Please, come on in.”
>She pauses for a minute.
>But finally obliges.
>She comes in and walks past you.
>You close the door and catch up with her in your living room.
>”This looks really cozy!”
>You look around your own living room.
>There really isn't much here.
>TV on a dresser.
>Love seat couch.
>Coffee table in between table and stand.
>A couple of pictures of you and your parents throughout your life.
“You think so? I feel it's pretty plain in here.”
>Pinkie looks around with you.
>”Yeah, but it's small and everything is so close together! All you need is a bit more color.”
>She walks ahead of you.
>She goes behind the love seat which was in the middle of the room.
>She points to your back wall.
>”You could TOTALLY post pictures of the fancy meals you've made up here!”
>You give her a stink eye.
“That would be awful and creepy.”
>She pouts a bit.
“I'm trying NOT to give people the impression that I'm a socially awkward serial killer.”
>Pinkie laughs at your comment.
>”Oh Nonny, nobody thinks you're a serial killer!”
>You give yourself a chuckle.
“You'd be surprised.”
>You tell her and you walk to the couch and have a seat.
“So, what do you want to do?”
>Pinkie stands right above you and places her hands on your shoulders.
>She slightly leans forward putting a little pressure on you.

>>27333763

>”Uhh, I dunno...”
>There is a awkward silence for a moment.
>Then the TV answers the question for you.
>”Coming up next, On the Great Baking Challenge...!”
>Pinkie lets go of your shoulders.
>”OHH! A SHOW ABOUT BAKING!!”
>She yells.
>She then hops over the couch and plops down right next to you.
>She takes a hold of your arm and nestles herself close to you.
>Her eyes glued to the TV screen.
>You shrug with your free arm.
>You get comfortable with her.
>And watch a show.
>About people baking.
>People baking really stupid cakes.
>Like, it's not so much about baking as it is making cakes look like things.
>You look over to Pinkie.
>Judging by her scrunched up face, she probably feels the same.
“Enjoying the show?”
>You nudge her for a reaction.
>She shakes her head.
>”This is getting intense!”
>Your eyes go wide.
“Come again?”
>She nods her head.
>Eyes still glued to the TV.
>”The amount of frosting needed to keep cake sculptures upright is a delicate balance! These guys are good!”
>Okay then.
>Different strokes you suppose.
>You tilt your head with a surprised look on your face.
“I guess... I'm no baker so I figured this would be more focused on baking a good cake.”
>Pinkie gives a half shrug.
>”Baking a cake is an exact science mostly, It's not like cooking where you can add a pinch of salt here, or a dash of pepper there. The measurements need to be exact otherwise it all goes belly up.”
>She's got a point.
>Still doesn't change the fact that you feel this is stupid.
>The show ends.
>Pinkie seems satisfied.
“Well that was fun.”
>You say as you wrap your arm around Pinkie.
“What now?”
>Pinkie sits there for a minute.
>Thinking.
>She finally sits up.
>”Let's bake a cake!”

>>27334335

>That was out of nowhere.
“What?”
>She jumps out from her seat on the couch.
>And turns back to you.
>”Yeah! We should totally bake our own cake right now!”
>You look to your right and your left.
>Expecting to see someone else.
>You throw your arms up at Pinkie.
“Why? I don't even have the ingredients t make a cake!”
>Pinkie, still pretty energetic about the idea, lightly taps you on your knee.
>”We can go get some! I know of a good grocery store that is still open at this time!”
>You know of some 24 hour grocery stores yourself.
>It's usually those cheap value stores with a shady atmosphere.
>You pinch the bridge of your nose.
“I don't know, it's late and I-”
>Pinkie cuts you off.
>”Aww don't worry about it! I'll drive and I'll pay for the ingredients!”
>You look into her eyes.
>They are filled with joy.
>If this were any other situation, you'd probably argue over it a bit more.
>But given Pinkie was seemingly trying to forget about something traumatic.
>You'll give her the benefit of the doubt.
>You sigh.
“Alright, fine.”
>Pinkie lets out a 'yay' and throws her arms in the air in victory.
>you get up from your spot on the couch.

>>27334613

>Once you do, Pinkie is waiting for you and gives you a kiss.
>Well, at least it still seems like you two are still sort of a thing.
>You'll take it.
>She runs off to the door.
“Hold your horses.”
>You got into your room and get dressed in some jeans and a shirt you don't sleep in.
>You meet up with Pinkie at the doorway.
>You grab your jacket hanging by a hook next to the door.
>You open the door and stand aside for your now sort-of-girlfriend.
“Okay, after you.”
>You let Pinkie pass you through the door and you follow behind.
>She skips off ahead while you lock up.
>You walk out to see her standing next to her car.
>Nothing too fancy.
>A bright orange 4 door hatchback.
“Huh, this ride doesn't really suit you.”
>She rolls her eyes and shrugs.
>”Can't be picky when your family give you a car.”
>You acknowledge her comment by pointing up.
“Good point, I'll shut up and get in.”
>And you do.
>She does as well.
>She starts up the car.
>And you both are on your way.
>To a 24 hour grocery store.
>To buy ingredients.
>To bake a cake.
>At 1:30 AM.
>You swear you're not crackheads.

All for tonight. updated pastebin next post.

Updated pastebin here.
>>27310995

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>>27334621
>To bake a cake.
>At 1:30 AM.
>You swear you're not crackheads.
Kek, nicely done Anon.

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>>27333763
>A shirt with a shade of pink slightly darker than her skin
>shade of pink slightly darker than her skin
>shade of pink
>darker than her skin
My worst fears have came to life...

>>27334898
What, you can't stand a dark shirt ? Dude, that's racist.

Bimp

>>27334621
"I-I need ma fix man! Cmon."
>Mrs. Cake looks at a distressed Anonymous with desperation in his eyes.
>"I'm sorry sir, but we're clos-"
>Anon cuts her off, biting her shoulder and hissing like a cat
>"Honey! Get the phone, I'm calling the police!"
>this was an anon addicted to cakes kind of day.
>Every.
>Kind.

>>27335315
I think it's because the sentence implies that her skin is actually pink, therefore the shirt being slightly darker than its.

nein

>>27335934
Kek

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>>27336795
Actually I did understand that, I was just pretending. So I could make a joke. Which must have been a lame one. God I suck at this...

>>27335934
Das lewd

>>27295081
bump

Ok. I don't have a lot of time tonight.

Will start writing and crank something out

>>27334621

>So here you both are.
>In Pinkie Pie's car.
>Seems like you're going to a different spot for the cake ingredients.
>You don't recognize this route she is taking.
>The 24 hour grocery store is on the other side of town.
>Yet you're on the freeway going in the other direction.
“So, where are we going exactly?”
>Pinkie, who is grooving to the music playing from her radio.
>Without looking at you she responds.
>”We're going to the grocery store, silly!”
>You look back at the road.
>Empty at this time of night.
>Or morning.
“Okay but, which one? The only one I know of was over back on the other side of town.”
>She finally takes her eyes off the road for just a second to look at you.
“Oh! We're going to the QFC in uptown. They usually have great baking ingredients!”
>QFC.
>That never registered into your head.
>Mostly because it's one of those higher end grocery stores.
>If you have the money, it's actually quite nice to have a 24 hour high end food store.
>But you don't.
>Or you just choose to go to a closer location.
>You continue on in silence.
>A few minutes pass.
>You give off a sigh.
>”So, how has your few days been...”
>Pinkie breaks the ice.
>You rest your head on the car seat.
“Eh, it had it's ups and downs.”
>Pinkie nods and taps her fingers on her steering wheel.
>”How so?”
>You cross your arms and make yourself comfortable.

>>27342305

“As you already know, I had to work out in Appaloosa one day this past week. I was sent to this fancy Italian restaurant out there. Met some nice people, and found out my boss stole a recipe from one of my line chefs from down here.”
>Pinkie looks at you with one eyebrow raised.
>”Like, as in he took a recipe from your restaurant and put it there?”
>You shake your head.
“Nope! He stole it as in it was an idea for the restaurant here but he shot it down. Next thing I know it's featured on the menu out there with him taking credit for creating the dish.”
>The tone of your voice makes light of the situation.
>Which maybe it isn't that big of a deal.
>Pinkie doesn't think so.
>She has a furious look on her face.
>”That's not nice! You need to do something about it!”
>She practically almost yells at you.
>All the while still with her eyes on the road.
>You slouch a bit into your seat.
“I mean, he did approve a raise for him. So there's that.”
>Pinkie still doesn't look convinced.
>”And you're okay with that!? What about your chef?”
>You shrug at her question.
“He said he was fine with it, for the most part. He said he was a little disappointed in not getting any formal recognition for it, but he took the raise.”
>”Money is not the point, Nonny!”
>Her voice still heightened.
>”Taking someone elses creativity and not acknowledging their efforts in a sure fire way to kill their passion for their work! It's even worse for chefs and bakers like us because you can't 'copyright' a recipe!”
>You interject.

>>27342629

“What about compensating him? He was fine with the raise. What's to say if I were to do something like this again and this same situation happens again and he get's another raise?”
>Pinkie snorts.
>”Nonny, as someone whose father is a business owner, and even you, who is pretty much in charge of a restaurant. Do you REALLY think raises can be just given out like candy? While I'm at it, did you talk to your boss about it?”
>She is passionate about this.
“Yes, I did.”
>There was a pause.
>”...and?”
>Pinkie awaits an answer from you.
“Uh, I pretty much got told in a nice, subtle way to 'shut up or I'll ruin you.'”
>You look over to Pinkie Pie.
>She is rolling her eyes.
>Both her hands are gripping the steering wheel tight now.
>”Nonny, I think that right there is a good indication right there that he doesn't care. He seems to be willing to get rid of a good hand like you over this.”
>She glances over to you for a second.
>”So tell me, and be honest. Do you still love what you do as much as you did before all this happened?”
>Well shit.
>She's got you there.
>You spent a day or two pretty much asking yourself that same question.
“I...”
>You pause.
“I have to admit a little bit of my passion took a hit.”
>Pinkie gestures her arm at you in a flicking manner.
>”See? It'll only be a matter of time before you'll be phoning it in.”
>Funny.
>You kind of already are if you're being honest with yourself.
>Perhaps it's time you make a change in your life.
>But since she's now all riled up.
“Alright, well that's been my week. How about you?”
>She freezes at your question.
“Is everything okay with you?”

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>>27310995

You know, I complain that this is too long ,but I also blame myself because I keep doing these 'between' scenes where they are in the car and talking.

I guess I just like fleshing out the characters and hope it pays off for you guys and they don't feel unnecessary

>>27342695
These scenes are fine, you're doing fine, keep going.

>>27343042
This!

>green

>>27344179
>>27344103
Hey there
Same threads guy

>>27344103
>wait

>>27345705
>for

>>27346680
>it

>>27344404
Hey random anon

>>27347809
>wait

alright. I'll get something up.

>>27351342
Nigger, sleep!

>>27352097
I am now unemployed. I have all the time in the world.

Granted, I'll be gone from Sunday to Tuesday and will want to get some green up tonight/this morning tomorrow.

Just in case I won't get stuff up during those days. Green is coming! I swear.

Thanks for the concern though.

>>27352176
Nigger, work!

>>27342643

>She tenses up a bit.
>Her eyes begins to dart from side to side.
>Seemingly like she's trying to figure something to say.
>Finally after a good minute.
>She eases up.
>And takes a deep breath.
>”My father and I had a... Falling out.”
>Silence for a minute.
“I assume by the long pause there that this was a bit more than a falling out.”
>She further deflates at your comment.
>”It's. Just everything that drove us apart over the years finally came out, and things are bad right now.”
>You look at her deflated state.
“Just how bad are we talking about here?”
>There's another pause.
>Then she finally speaks up.
>”He kicked me out of the house.”
>You don't say anything.
>What do you say to something like that?
“Do you have a solid place to stay at the moment?”
>Probably the best question to ask at the moment.
>She nods.
>”Yeah, I do, a friend of mine is housing me for the time being until it all gets situated.”
>Okay you suppose that's good enough.
>Now for the next question.
“Alright, so what about the mark on your face? I know for sure it's healed up after a few days but it's still noticeable.”
>She sighs and shakes her head.
>”Would you believe me if I told you I fell down some stairs?”
>You get a chuckle out of that.
>You're not sure if you should have been laughing at that.
“Judging from your mocking tone, No, I wouldn't. Which leaves probably the seemingly obvious answer of he hit you. Didn't he?”
>She doesn't respond.
>She doesn't have to.
>You know it's true.
>You place your right elbow on the side panel of the car.
>And rest your head on your right hand.

>>27352854

>Not like there is much you can do for her.
“You call the cops? I'm pretty sure hitting a woman is grounds for some arrest warrants. Even if he's your father.”
>She takes one hand off the steering wheel and rubs her face with it.
>She then shakes her head.
>”I can't do that.”
>You shake your head at her.
“Why not? He shouldn't be hitting you. Unless, you were attacking him first, but You're not the type to be attacking anything but a dessert.”
>She snorts at your comment.
>Which is good.
>You weren't sure if she was going to take that as a complement or insult.
>”I just can't.”
>She's one of those.
“Of course you can! Don't tell me you plan on still living there with him. He clearly doesn't respect you or your decisions! It's one of those situation were you need to break free and make it on your own to SHOW him he's wrong!”
>She begins to rub her eyes.
>You may have struck a nerve with her.
>Fuck it you had to tell her.
>With how she was telling you how to handle your situation earlier.
>You now will do the same.
>Though this is probably a bit more serious than a stolen recipe.
>”I get it Nonny. I probably really do need to break free from my family. I'm still just not stable enough to keep up on my feet.”
>She did say that before.
>But this time around she may have no choice.
>And you think she knows it.
“I think this is where you would probably have the cliché choice of live in poverty but happy, or live comfortably but miserable. And after all this time you've been telling me to do what makes me happy, then perhaps you should take your own advice for once.”
>She still says nothing.
>But you continue.

>>27352856

“I think I can say for sure now that we are friends. Maybe a little more than that. Would you agree?”
>She pauses.
>She looks over at you
>And looks into your eyes.
>Her blue eyes glossy from tears starting to form.
>She then looks away with a shade of red on her face.
>”Yeah, I guess you can say that.”
>You nod.
“Well then, I am here for you as much as your other friends are and can help wherever I can”
>She smiles.
>You begin to pull into a parking lot.
>You've made it.
>”Well Nonny; What would make me happy right now is to make this cake. So we can start there!”
>You nod and shrug.
“Fine by me.”
>You both get out of the car and walk into the store.

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>>27310995

Will try to get something up later.

>>27352861
Adorable co-existence in Anon's house when?

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>>27298131
>fat AND red-head
No thank you

>>27353822
What the FUCK is wrong with you ?

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>>27353822
>Fat
That isn't fat, that's a pretty good well-rounded build for a women
>Red-head
Pretty sure that's hair-dye

>>27295081
bump

Bump for that rump

That was a close one.

>>27359395
Pump-a-rump

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>>27353822
Educate yourself, you NEET

>>27352861

>As you would expect from it being almost 2 AM.
>It's empty.
>Save for a few workers stocking shelves and buffering some aisles.
>It's a nice store.
>Pinkie picks up a basket and off into the store.
>You follow Pinkie down some aisles.
>Eying a lot of the products available on the shelves.
>And the prices of them.
>You have no idea in what world you could justify charging $6 for a can of beans.
>They aren't even organic at that.
>You continue on to the back of the store to the dairy section.
>She looks intently for a milk while you look over at the eggs a few feet over.
>She grabs a glass bottle of milk.
>Looks to be a local organic brand.
>You shake your head.
>You get it, especially as a chef, that the quality of ingredients are important.
>And while she already stated she will pay for everything.
“You know, given your current situation, should you be... 'splurging' on such pricey ingredients for this cake?”
>You ask out of concern.
.She looks to you as she places the milk in her basket.
>”Oh don't worry about it Nonny! It's important we get the best ingredients for this labor of love!”
>Whatever that meant.
“Well then, I guess I'll check the eggs.”
>You go and do so.
>There's so many varieties.
>Varieties of chicken eggs.
>Varieties quail eggs.
>There's even Ostrich eggs.
>You pick one up.
>These things are massive.
>But not what you are looking for.
>You turn your attention back to the rows and rows of chicken eggs.
>Lots of eggs from mass produced farms.
>Some from self proclaimed local farms.

>>27361264

>The eggs you get for work come straight from a local farmer himself.
>You try to see if you can spot his farm's name on any of the packages.
>Nothing.
>You may have to settle for one of the self proclaimed organic brands.
>Pinkie makes her way next to you.
“Speaking of which, how many eggs are we going to need?”
>She lays some of her bodies pressure on you.
>”Uh, probably safe to just get a half dozen. Just in case.”
>Good enough.
>You look back to find something.
>You settle for a half dozen carton that claims to be local.
>Again, you're not paying so it's really not that important.
>You both begin to stroll around the store and see all the other options.
>”So what kind of cake do you feel like having?”
>You just throw up your arms.
“I already feel a bit crazy for wanting to do this this late at night. May as well surprise me!”
>She gives you a big smile and grabs your hand.
>She pulls you down several aisles and picks up some canned milk products.
>She then takes you to the baking aisle.
>She picks up a bag of cake flour.
>She looks back at you.
>”Do you have sugar and salt at home?”
>You chuckle and cross your arms.
“I wouldn't be much of a chef if I didn't at least have those simple items at home.”
>She smiles again and continues her shopping spree.
>Picking up some vanilla extract.
>Baking power.
>And a baking pan.
>Looks like you have all the ingredients ready.
>Even some utensils as well.
>You both are back at the front of the store.
>”I think that's everything. Think of anything else?”
>You shake your head.
“I mean, you're the baker, you would know a whole lot better than myself.”
>She stands there for a minute.
>Then her face goes wide with shock.
>”I ALMOST FORGOT!”
>She screams.

>>27361278

>Luckily there is nobody in your immediate area to have seen the outburst.
>She shoves the basket full of products to you and runs off into the store again.
>You're waiting at the self checkout kiosks for her to return.
>You start to ring up some of the items.
>There is one store employee who was moping up the front lobby who was eying you.
>You wonder if he saw everything earlier.
>”Your girlfriend on drugs or something?”
>The worker asks.
>Feeling a bit insulted.
“What the hell makes you ask that?”
The guy still swaying his mop over the floor.
>”You guys are here at this hour buying baking products that are suspiciously used for enhancing drugs. And her little outburst and overly energetic nature is textbook cocaine high.”
.You look down and see the baking powder.
>Then you look back at him.
“You seem to know a lot about drug behavior and what enhances said drugs. You've been standing at the spot for a while mopping up what seems to be nothing. You sure YOU'RE not on drugs?”
>The guy shrugs.
>”Helps make the time go by faster.”
>Well then.
>Pinkie Pie comes back to you
>With a small carton of heavy whipping cream.
>”I almost forgot the most important part of a cake, the frosting!”
>The worker snickers over in his area.
>You finish scanning everything.
>Bag it all up.
>and make your way to the car.
>And drive back to your place.

>>27361290
>13 minutes ago
The updates pile doesnt stop from getting taller

>>27361290

>The drive back to your place is a relatively quiet one.
“So, what kind of cake are we going to be baking?”
>She places her finger on your lips as if to quiet you.
>”It's a surprise, Nonny!”
>Alright then.
>Judging by the ingredients it's going to be a simple recipe.
>You make it back home.
>You both set everything up in your small kitchen.
>She then looks to you.
>”Wait, do you have a kitchen aid?”
>You snort.
>Of course you don't.
>You go to one of your drawers and pull out a metallic stick with several tiny metallic wires round out at the end of the stick.
“I have a whisk?”
>Pinkie slaps her hand onto her face
>”Gah! This'll make it a bit harder now!”
>You begin to pull out bowls and dishes to use for the upcoming process.
>She takes out the baking pan and places it aside.
>She then hands you the half dozen eggs.
>”Okie Dokie Lokie Nonny, Mr. Chef! I'm going to need your awesome chef skills and separate the egg yolks and whites into separate bowls.”
>You do as you're told.
>She begins to preheat the oven.
>You take and egg and crack one open.
>You carefully slide the yolk from one half of the shell to the other.
>By doing this the egg whites slide out from underneath the yolk.
>You repeat the process several times to get all the whites separated from the yolk.
>You move onto the next egg.
>You look over to Pinkie and she is maxing some of the dry ingredients.

>>27362789

>You finally have separated all the eggs.
>You take both bowls over to her.
“Alright, egg whites and yolk are separated. Now what?”
>She looks over to you.
>She takes out one of your larger bowls and hands you a small cup of sugar.
>”I need you to mix them together until it becomes a pale yellow batter.”
>You nod and turn back to your spot in the kitchen.
>You dump the yolks into the bowl and drizzle the sugar onto them.
>You then stand there.
>Now realizing you don't have something to mix this with.
>When you turn back to Pinkie she was waiting for you to do so.
>With a cute smile on her face, she hands you the whisk you pulled out earlier.
>”I'm afraid you're gonna have to mix with this.”
>You take the whisk from her and turn back to the bowl.
>You sigh and begin to vigorously whisk at the ingredients.
>You go at it hard for several minutes.
>It's tiring.
>After several more minutes you finally get the consistency that Pinkie was looking for.
>You take the bowl over to Pinkie.
“Alright, now what?”
>She looks at you.
>And then the bowl
She then takes some vanilla extract and adds it into the bowl.
>And then a cup of milk is thrown into the bowl.
>”Okie Nonny! Mix some more until it's a thick batter.”
>You just stand there for a second.
>She goes back to whatever she was doing.
>You shake your head and get mixing.
>Again.
>More minutes pass.
>You feel your forearm cramping up.
>You take the mixture back to Pinkie.
“This good?”
>A little bit of annoyance in your tone of voice.
>She takes a look at the batter.
>Then a satisfied smile creeps onto her face.
>”Looks super!”
>She takes the bowl from you and pours it into another bowl full of cake flower.
>She begins to fold the batter and cake flour into each other.

>>27364125

>”Okay Nonny, Hope you're not tired! Now I need to to whisk the egg whites over there into a fluff!”
>You sink.
>You're tired already.
>And now you need to expend more energy just to make some whites fluff up.
>Then it hit you.
“Hold on.”
>You run from the kitchen and into your closet in your bedroom
>You begin to fling clothes and other nic nacs that were laid about the closet.
>Until you found a big box.
>You open it and begin to empty it's contents.
>And then you found it.
“Yes!”
>You walk back to the kitchen with the new item held above your head like a championship trophy.
“I thought I had one!”
>You indeed had an egg beater.
>It was a house warming gift from your parents for when you moved in on your own.
>”That's great Nonny, That'll save us lots of time!”
>You nod in agreement.
>You happily plug the egg beater into the wall.
>You then quickly give the metal prongs a rinse in water.
>You then start the beater and it whisks at a fast speed.
>Not having to violently shake your forearm around in circles is a welcome feeling.
>You to just sit there and watch as this labor saving device work it magic.
>The egg whites begin to whiten and fluff up.
>This didn't take nearly as much time as the other ones.
>Thank you technology!
>Once it's at a consistency you were pleased with you show Pinkie.
>She takes the bowl and adds a half a cup of sugar.
>”Now mix it until it looks like whipped cream!”
>You happily oblige.
>You mix and beat the whites some more until it stiffens up and gets glossy.
>You hand the bowl over to Pinkie again.
>She takes it from you and looks at it.

>>27364573

>She smiles at the mixture and then smiles at you.
>”Alrighty, I'll take it from here!”
>She then adds the fluff into the cake batter and begins to fold them together.
>It finally becomes a thick batter.
>She then takes the baking dish she bought earlier today and poured the batter into the dish.
>She moves the batter around and evens it throughout the dish.
>And she places it in the preheated oven.
>”Okie Dokie Lokie! We have to wait about 30 minutes!”
>You take a look at the clock in your living room.
>Almost 3 AM.
“This is going to end up being our breakfast, isn't it?”
>Pinkie puts on an almost innocent cute smile at you.
>”Nothing wrong with sweets to start the day!”
>You take a deep breath.
>How are you staying awake for this?
>You really shouldn't be doing this.
>This may screw your internal clock over for a few days.
>Yet, you're really not caring too much about that right about now
>Nor about work.
>You're just thinking about Pinkie and how satisfied and happy she is.
>By simply just mixing and baking a cake.
>Also her seemingly endless amount of energy.
>>You decide to go and sit down on the couch and put on some late night TV.
>Surprise, surprise, nothing but infomercials are on.
>You and Pinkie decide to just watch an infomercial about a pillow that is soft but doesn't go flat.
>The things you'll find.
>Pinkie got really comfy on you during all of this.
>Both her legs are kicked up onto the couch.
>Both her arms were wrapped around one of your arms.
>And her head is nestled onto your shoulder.
>It almost leave you stuck.
>You can't do the smooth 'yawn and wrap your arm around her' move since she is locked into the appropriate arm.
>This will have to do.
>You turn to her and give her a kiss on the top of her head.
>Her hair smells like pomegranate shampoo.
>Very sweet.
>Very much like her.

All for tonight. updated pastebin next post.

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>>27310995

I will be leaving on a trip from Sunday to Tuesday night.

I am bringing my laptop with me but I cannot guarantee any updates during these days. Which will be a huge challenge for this thread as it's pretty much a dead thread(Even when I update as well)

One thing you guys can do is to debate one topic:

Convince me to write or not to write lewd as the chance to add the lewd scene is as high as it's gonna get.

Take care everyone. I hope to post via my phone when I can.

>>27364629
This is cute as fuck dude, reading it just brings a smile to my face.

I was expecting that the 30 minute intermission would be some... fun time. Cus let's be honest, he's not gonna last long.

I'd like a lewd section just cus I wanna toss it man haha jk. And porn is so much better when it's more emotional since weve known the characters, and not just two things fucking. It's just the appropriate direction for their relationship at this point. They clearly both like each other, enjoy each others company and she's staying the night. I think if you write it in naturally then it will fit well into the story.

I can't believe I just wrote all that...

Where do you think you're going thread?

>>27366041
I swear officer, I was just making my way back to page 1!

>>27295081
bump

>>27295081
bump

Bump to keep it alive

>>27364629
IMO, the lewd should be "off screen". Like erotic, but not pornographic. Pinkie is too cute to be fucked here.

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Bump, I'm still here. Hopeful...

Looking forward to more Bet

>>27373508
Boop

>>27364629
Bring the Lewd.
>>27371732
Ignore this guy.

>>27364629
I just read a comfy porn comic with Pinkie, I need this.

>>27364629
Not too lewd pls

>>27376053 sauce?

>>27377244
Hang on then.

>>27377860
It is here >>>/trash/2685299

>>2824884

>>27360294
This nigger knows his shit.

>>27376188
plenty lewd please bump.

>>27295081
bump

>>27295081
bump

Baboomp. They make a cute pair.

>>27377870
Thanks anon

I want to suck BetAnon's cock

>>27382027

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>>27380237
No,

>>27387739
Who is this semen demon?

>>27364629
But of course you have to write lewd.
But not in the lewder way possible. Just write that they have sex, maybe describe softly whatsl's happening in the bed but nothing hardcore

Back! Back I say, go back! Pg1 is the safe haven!

bumipo

FUCK YOU /SMURF/

>>27364580

>And before you know it.
>The oven begins to chime.
>Cake is done baking.
>Pinkie excitedly gets up from the comfort of your side.
>She quickly dashes to the oven and grabs a pair of mitts you have.
>She slowly pulls out the warm baked cake.
>It smells pretty good.
>You get up to go help her.
>By the time you reach her, she has already placed the cake on the counter.
>”Now it needs to cool.”
>She continue to grab another bowl.
>Then she takes the cart of heavy cream.
>”Wanna make the frosting?”
>You shrug.
“Sure.”
>She hands you the items needed to make the cream.
>Before you get started you go the sink and wash off the whisks.
>You pour the heavy whipping cream into the bowl.
>You place the egg beater in the cream and begin whisking.
>You start slow, as to not send cream flying all over your kitchen.
>After a minute or two, the cream has stiffened up.
>You take a teaspoon and fill it with vanilla extract.
>And add it to the cream.
>Continue mixing for about another few seconds.
>You look over to see Pinkie ever so slightly take the cake out and flip it upside down in the baking pan.
>She then takes a fork and begins to poke all over the cake.
“What are you doing?”
>This is something you haven't seen before.
>”Making a cake silly!”
>She gives you another smile as she goes back to the grocery bag.
>She pulls out two cans.
>One of condensed milk.
>The other of evaporated milk.
>She mixes them into a large cup.
>You've run out of bowls at this point.
>She finally adds a little bit of whipping cream to the milk mixture.
“What kind of cake are you making?”
>She looks over at you with squinted eyes.
>”It's a surprise!”
>You stand there.
>Staring into her very serious eyes.

>>27393789

>Yes, she was taking your 'surprise me' throwaway line seriously.
“Okay then...”
>You shake your head and grab some sugar.
>You add the sugar little by little into the whipped cream mixture.
>When you look back up she is pouring the milk mixture all over the cake.
>She stops for a minute.
>Letting the liquid absorb into the cake.
>And continues to pour some more onto it.
>More of it seeps into the cake.
>And she pours the rest of it onto the cake.
>And again, all of it gets absorbed into the cake.
>”Alrighty! The cake needs to rest for another 30 minutes and we're all done! How's the frosting?”
>You pour the rest of the sugar into the cream.
“Just about done.”
>You use the egg beater to whisk it a little more.
>Seems like it's at the consistency you want it.
>You present the bowl to Pinkie to give it an inspection.
>She takes a look at the whipped cream.
>She sniffs it.
>Then she takes her finger and traces a line in the cream.
>She gets a bit from the bowl onto her finger.
>And gives it a taste.
>Her face looks satisfied.
>And if that wasn't a good enough sign, she starts to squeal a bit.
>”Perfect!”
>Good to hear.
>You may know how to cook.
>But baking isn't something you're too cued in on.
>Granted a lot of the principals are in tact with each other.
>At least you made the frosting on your own.
>You place the egg beater off to the side.
>You then stretch your arms upward and yawn in unison.
>You might be mentally tapped out.
>After your yawn, you now feel your eyes go heavy.
>Yeah, You're at your limit.
>You look to Pinkie and notice she was watching you the entire time.
>She smiles again and runs her hand through her hair.
>And she rests on your counter.
>”Reaching the end of your tank?”
>You nod.

>>27393795

>Scratching your eyes and placing the whisks and other sorted utensils into the sink.
“Yeah, I'm usually not up past this point. I don't think I'm gonna make it to the finish to see the cake.”
>You chuckle as you get some plastic wrap from one of your cupboards.
>You wrap the whipped cream and place it off to the side.
“So, can you tell me what kind of cake it was supposed to be?”
>Pinkie has a little pouty face.
>You're not sure if it's because you're calling it a night/morning.
>Or if you're forcing her hand to tell you what the 'surprise' is.
>”It's called a Tres Leches cake. Hence why it was made with three different kinds of milk. It was a recipe I always wanted to try. Oh well, We can let it sit overnight. But we're having cake for breakfast tomorrow!”
>You nod and chuckle at her insistence of having cake in the morning.
>Or afternoon with how late you're going to bed.
>You toss her the plastic wrap so she can seal up the cake in the pan.
>You go and turn off the TV.
>Then you realized something.
>Well, honestly you knew all along.
>But the situation is now present.
>Where is Pinkie going to sleep?
>It'd be rude to have her sleep on the couch.
>You don't want to make her uncomfortable by suggesting you both sleep together.
>Perhaps the only logical choice is to offer her your bed while you sleep on the couch?
>You look over to Pinkie.
>She has finished wrapping up the cake.

>>27393799

>And placed it in the fridge.
>You both stand there.
>Awkward silence.
>Pinkie begins to dawn a shy smile.
“So...”
>You begin.
“I guess you can take the bed, and I'll stay out here and sleep-”
>She didn't let you finish.
>She pulled you in for a kiss.
>It was sudden or forceful.
>She just casually moved closer to you and pressed her lips to yours.
>Well, you now know she is more than comfortable with you in the bed with her.
>She breaks the kiss.
>You clear your throat.
>Face a little red from the encounter.
“Well then, that takes care of that.”
>She giggles softly.
>She then wraps her arms around your shoulders.
>You wraps your arms around her waist.
>You pick her up from her spot.
>She giggles and yelps at your move.
>You take a few steps towards your bedroom before you set her down and give up on the gesture.
>Pinkie laughs a little.
>”That tired?”
>You snort and chuckle.
“Yeah..., We'll go with that.”
>You both slowly walk into your bedroom.
>Arms still around each other.
>And find your way into your room.
>You use your leg to close the door behind you.

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>>27310995

morning bump

>>27393818
Fluffy comfy snuggles when?

>>27393818
Remember:
Lewd cuddles in underwear with lots of sloppy kissing, but no sex yet.

>>27394748
This sounds cute, with how tired anon is it would feel weird to immediately have them bang. Snuggling up together and sleeping in each others embrace, a dream come true.

the pinkie wakes anon up with a surprise, as yahtzee of zero punctuation would say, some... 'cake'

>>27397864
Thanks for bumping the thread dashfag, have a complementary _(you)_

>>27295081
bump

>>27295081
bump

>>27393818
Here goes nothing.

>You both continue to waddle towards your bed.
>Both still clinging to one another in a hug.
>It makes for an awkward walk.
>You both giggle at the notion and falter over onto your bed.
>You both finally let go.
>You get out of the bed and make yourself comfortable.
>You take off your shoes, socks and pants.
>You switch your shirt for something more snug.
>You start to hear music.
>You turn to see Pinkie has found your 'music box'
>Mostly just some second hand speakers and a cheap amp.
>All hooked up into a MP3 music player dock.
>A poor mans sound system.
>It was an accumulation of years of finding decent cheap parts.
>And another gift from your parents.
>And then you lost your free time.
>So it mostly sits there.
>Looks like Pinkie decided to turn it on.
>With your player still connected to it.
>You honestly can't remember the last time you used the thing.
>So it'll be fun yet really weird to hear the songs that'll come out of it.
>The first song plays.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-ksMn1G_Uxc
>Off to a good start.
>You think to yourself sarcastically.
>You head into bed and watch Pinkie.
>She grabs the sides of her sweat pants.
>And pulls them down.
>Showing off a pair of pale yellow panties with faded balloons printed over them.
>The panties themselves seem to fit tightly on her as it reveals all her curves.
>And a really nice ass if you do say so yourself.
>She then reaches under her pink shirt with both arms
>Looks like she is undoing her bra.
>You were right.

>>27399843

>She pulls from underneath one of her shirt sleeves a blue baby blue bra.
>Which matches her eyes.
>Another observation you had.
>She finally turns to you.
>It looks like she has a tired smile on her face.
>Or it could be a lewd one.
>You're not sure.
>Pinkie slowly gets on the bed and crawls up to you.
>You see her now free breasts sway in her shirt
>And with her bent over and crawling up to you.
>It is a glorious shot at her pink cleavage.
>You start to breathe heavy.
>Not really sure you are ready for this.
>She gets up to your face.
>She licks your cheek and suckles on it for a little bit.
>Oh god your boner is at full mast.
>She lifts herself above your face.
>”You still had some whipped cream splattered on your face.”
>She goes back to her cute smile and then snuggles up to you.
>You exhale for the first time in what you think was hours.
>Gasping for air.
>Way to spill your spaghetti in the bed already.
>Still, what a tease.
>You let out a nervous chuckle at her.
>Boner starts to deflate.
>You start to recompose yourself.
>You slide your arm under her side and pull her in close
>She begins to giggle with you and sighs.
>She wraps her arm around your chest and around your neck.
>She lightly pulls you in.
>You help out with moving your head over to hers.
>You both plant each others lips onto the other.
>You both break free.
>And settle by resting your heads.
>Yours on your own pillow.
>While she rests her head on you chest.
>She takes a deep breath and lets out a sigh.
“This good enough for you?”
>You look down at her.
>And ask her softly.
>”Of course, this is fine for now.”
>You hum in agreement.

P10b

>>27399858
Words can't express the magnitude of my envy

>>27399858

>You place your head back down on the pillow.
>She then goes on to wrap her leg over you.
>Having her completely attached to you.
>She's so soft.
>It feel really nice.
>Warm.
>Soft.
>You really don't know what else to use to describe it.
>After about a minute your mind comes back into it and you hear the song in play again.
>While not a good 'song' to have on.
>The overall feel and mood of the song fits perfectly with what is going on here.
>You could probably think of better songs to have play at a moment like this.
>Songs that would make you want to do a lot more than just lay here and cuddle.
>But honestly.
>You're too damn tired for that.
>So this here.
>Whatever it is.
>It'll do.
>For now.

>The morning hours roll on by in a quick fashion.
>Probably because you went to bed to early/late.
>You are awoken by the bright light of day making it's presence known in your room.
>You have yet to open your eyes but have observed one thing so far.
>You are noticeably lighter and colder.
>You sway for arm around.
>Pinkie isn't in bed with you anymore.
>You finally open your eyes and look around your room.
>No Pink girl in sight.
>You slowly crawl to the other side of the bed and look over.
>You still see Pinkie's sweat pants on the floor.
>She's still here.
>Probably in the bathroom or something.
>You go back to your spot on the bed.
>And try to go back to sleep.
>But with having gotten used to waking up at a certain time.
>It was almost impossible to go back to sleep.
>You finally got out of bed.
>Threw on some shorts.
>And went out into the main room.
>There she is.
>Sitting on the couch.

>>27400978

>With a plate of the cake.
>Happily watching whatever was on TV.
>She takes another bite of the cake and she looks over to you.
>”Mornin'”
>She says with a mouthful of cake.
>You walk up to her.
>Returning her smile.
>You give her a kiss on the lips.
“Morning to you too.”
>She hums with delight at your kiss.
>”Get yourself some cake!”
>She points back to the kitchen.
>You stand straight up.
>And head off into the kitchen.
>You grab a plate and fork.
>And over to the cake.
>You notice it's still runny.
“Hey, Pinkie. Is the cake still supposed to be wet like this?”
>You take the knife and cut a piece.
>more of the milk mixture seeps out of the cake as you pick it up.
>You place it on your plate.
>You bring it up to eye level.
>You press the flat part of your fork into the cake and see more of the liquid seep out.
>It doesn't look too appetizing.
>”Of course it does! That's why it's called a Tres Leches Cake!”
>Damn foreigners and their odd desserts.
>You shrug and join Pinkie over at the couch.
>She seems to be enjoying it.
>You take a piece off with your fork.
>Hold it up to your face.
>And finally, you take a bite.
>Moist.
>Very moist.
>You're not a fan of the consistency.
>That isn't to say it's not good.
>But this is something too out there even for you.
>Unbeknownst to you, Pinkie Was watching your every move.
>And noticed your discomfort in eating the sweet treat.
>”Aww, Don't like it?”
>Now you feel bad.
>You could have bullshitted her.
>But the fact that she saw your initial reaction would mean she knows you're lying.
>Not something you want to do at this point.
>You sigh.

>>27400988

>You look at her with a sad expression on your face.
“Sorry, Not that it's not tasty. But I cannot stand how moist it is.”
>She looks sad for about a minute.
>”Oh well, More for me!”
>She cheerily announces as she finishes her piece of cake and takes yours out your hand.
>You smile at her and give her another kiss as you both sit there and just enjoy each others company.
>And some cartoons which are on at the moment.
>Pinkie's phone begins to ring.
>She sends the call straight to voicemail.
>After a few minutes.
>No message is left.
>Her phone rings again.
>This time she picks up her phone and looks at it.
>”Huh, it's Limestone.”
>She answers it.
>”Hello?”
>You hear a faint frantic voice from the other line.
>”What?”
>She looks confused.
>”What?”
>Now she looks worried.
>”What do you mean? What happened!?”
>She sits up from her seat.
>You do the same.
>Now watching her every move.
>Her eyes dart from side to side.
>She still doesn't say anything.
>She just hangs up the phone and runs to your room.
>You get up off from the couch and make your way to the room as well.
>She now has her pants on and her purse over her shoulder.
>”I'm sorry Nonny. I need to go!”
>She tries to hurry past you but you stop her.
“Hold on! Can you at least tell me what's going on?”
>If you're going to be in a relationship with her she can at least tell you something that is going on.
>And not leaving you in the dark.
>She looks at you with a panicked look.
>”Something happened! I need to go!”
>She tries again to squeeze by you again.
>Again, you don't let her.
“I'm coming with you. You're not gonna go through this alone!”
>She gives you another look.
>It's a mixture of shock, fear and annoyance.
>”F-fine! Just..., Hurry!”
>You run off into your room.
>You throw on what you were wearing yesterday in a quick attempt to get ready.
>You meet Pinkie at the door of your apartment.
>You nod at her and both head out.

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>>27310995

We're getting to the end I can feels it.

B

>>27399858
This bring me back some good memories, now I feel depressed.
>>27401116
>getting to the end
I feel even more depressed.

>>27401003
Oh god, can see the plot from a mile away, you cheeky fucking cunt

>>27402638
Ikr

>>27295081
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>>27295081
bump

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