Patricia Stories

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The Carnival
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>Be Patricia
>Come to the carnival because it's either that or Netflix... again
>The first thing you do is try out a roller coaster
>OK, that was fun for what it was worth. Now what?
>"Hey, Patricia!" Naomi says as we leave the ride. "You here with anyone?"
"No, just... here by myself."
>Kinda awkward since I hardly know this chick, but might as well be friendly
>"Come hang out with me, then!"
>Ughh. Seriously?
"Sure."
>"Great!"
>The two of you then try out some carnival games when you look behind you and see your three high school crushes
>Doesmyhairlookok.jpg
>"What's up, Patricia? Do you know those girls?"
"What? NO! I mean, yeah, kinda..."
>"You wanna go hang out with them? I can go find Norman or somebody."
"NO!"
>Crap. She provided you with the perfect opportunity to go talk to Scootaloo and you chickened out!
"I mean, it'd be kinda weird, right? I mean, I'm 18, and hanging out with anyone under 16? That'd be weird, r-right?"
>"Well, I'm only 15. Is it weird hanging out with me?"
>Wait
"What?"
>"Yeah! I skipped a grade. I'm only 15."
>That's surprisingly hot
>How have you not noticed this before?
>Those tender eyes
>Her slim waist
>Her gorgeous hair
>The two of you put your arm around each other
>Suddenly, she looks nervous.
>"Patricia! Look! It's Brad! Promise not to tell, but I have a major crush on him!"
>And spell broken
"Hey, Brad! Guess what!"
>"Patricia! OMG! What are you doing?"
"What? Didn't you like him?"
>"On second thought, let's get some Kahlua and head back to my place. I'm feeling Netflix right now."
>And spell back on.

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Officer Krupke
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>Be Patricia
>A sunny day in a park on a Saturday afternoon is the best time to just sit on a bench and enjoy life.
>This day, I felt in a particularly good mood, but I didn’t exactly know why.
>Maybe it was because I was surrounded by a park filled with gorgeous young ladies. Maybe I was just excited to be away from work for a little while.
>Suddenly, I felt a vibration in my pocket.
>I took out my phone to see that Rumble was calling.
“Hey, Rumble. What are you up to?”
>“Oh, nothing out of the ordinary. I have something to tell you, though. I’ve been thinking about this for a while now, and my answer is yes. I would love to go out with you.”
>I was speechless.
>I tried telling him how excited I was, but all I could do was laugh to myself.
>“Does that sound OK to you?”
“Yeah! That sounds great! Plus, maybe if you’re not doing anything tonight, I could take you to the beach? I hear the sunset looks beautiful on the tides this time of year.”
>“That sounds great. I’ll see you at 6, then?”
“Definitely! I’ll see you tonight. Bye.”
>I hung up my phone and took a large breath.
>I couldn’t believe that this was really happening.
>I was dating the perfect guy, and just like that, my first date with him was set up.
>I literally shouted a cheer, not caring who was listening.
>“Youse sound pretty excited there, pal,” the man sitting next to me on the bench noted.
>I looked to my left to see a large, Caucasian police officer reading the paper next to me.
>“Somethin’ about a boy I hear?”
“Yeah. There’s this boy who I’ve been crazy about for over a year now, and we’re having our first date tonight as a couple. We’re gonna go to the beach to see the sunset and—”
>“Sorry, pal, but I’m gonna have to stop youse there.”
>He stood up and pulled out his handcuffs.
>“I gotta night for youse… in the big house.”

>I couldn’t breathe.
>This couldn’t be happening.
“On what charges?”
>“Maybe the fact that this boy ain’t even 10 years old yet.”
“Now, you hold on a second Officer… uh…”
>I looked at the badge on his uniform.
“Krupke?”
>Suddenly, a dozen pedophiles of different ages and races, both men and women, jumped out from behind the bench and erupted in song and dance.
>Music started playing in the background, so I thought I’d go along with it.
“IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII’VE
Never touched a virgin. I’m really one myself.
I have no sick desires or problem with my health.
He ain’t no whore or flousy. He's really just a guy!
KRUPKE, CAN’T YOU SEE THAT HE’S MY LIFE?”
>A blonde woman grabbed Officer Krupke by the shoulders and continued the song.
>“Officer Krupke, you’ve made a mistake.
>She needs some medication that her kind oughtta to take.
>She just needs a doctor, so get her one now.
>In short, she’s mentally unsound.”
“I’m unsound!”
>The other pedophiles continued to sing and dance around Officer Krupke in one giant circle.
>“She’s unsound. She’s unsound. Her mind’s turned around. Deep down she’s just mentally unsound!”

>Suddenly, the park turned into a psychiatric facility, and all the pedophiles turned into nurses and doctors.
>Just as I turn around, I’m face-to-face with a psychiatrist dressed in a brown suit and thick glasses.
>Officer Krupke stood behind me, glaring.
>“And what seems to be ze problem ere?” the psychiatrist asked.
“THEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
Cops all think I’m creepy. I’m just a girl in love.
To me, he is an angel, who’s come from up above.
His age just doesn’t matter, yet somehow I’m the crook!
KRUPKE, PLEASE JUST LET ME OFF THE HOOK!”
>The psychiatrist moved past me and grabbed Officer Krupke by the shoulders, beginning to sign along.
>“Officer Krupke, now leesen up ere.
>Are pedophiles as bad as you cops make zem appear?
>Zey aren’t delinquents, zey just need support.
>In everyone one of zem is worth.”
“There is worth!”
>The pedophiles all crowded behind me, singing along.
>“There is worth. There is worth. There is so much more. In each one of us there’s so much worth!”

>The background turned back into the park.
>A blonde man behind me jumped over to Officer Krupke and got on his knees.
>As he opened his mouth and began to sing, Krupke folded his arms in disappointment.
>“IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIN
>My state of New Hampshire, the age is just thirteen.
>My dad is sixty-seven. My mom is fifty-three.
>We’re sad that it’s illegal. These laws just make us mad.
>KRUPKE, CAN’T YOU SEE WE AIN’T SO BAD?”
>A very elderly lady hit Officer Krupke on the head with her cane.
>Krupke rubbed his head and bent over to pick up his cap that had been so rudely knocked over.
>As he leaned down to pick it up, the lady grabbed him by the collar of the shirt and brought him closer.
>“Officer Krupke, you’ve done it again!
>What these creeps really need is their whole life in the pen!
>This isn’t behavior that we can just tweak.
>Deep down inside of ‘em they’re creeps!”
“I’m a creep!”
>All the pedophiles and I danced and sang our way behind a jail cell with Officer Krupke locking us in.
>“We are creeps. We are creeps. We give you the creeps. In each one of us is just a creep!”

>A brunette girl around my age stuck her head between the metal bars of the jail cell and continued our song.
>“IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII
>Shouldn’t be in prison. Especially from sex!
>I don’t just want his penis. His heart’s what makes him best!
>I don’t care if he’s fifteen, yet somehow that’s a crime?
>KRUPKE, YOU’RE THE ONE AT FAULT THIS TIME!”
>At that moment, we all stuck our heads through the metal bars of the jail cell and chimed along with the song.
>“Officer Krupke, do you think it’s fair?
>We’re given all these burdens that we can’t seem to bear.
>It’s true we love preteens, but what’s it to you?
>We’re done with hiding it. We’re through!
>WE ARE THROUGH!
>We are through. We are through. This is what we’ll do: We won’t hide it anymore. We’re through!”

>Suddenly the jail cell opened up and all of the pedophiles lined up parallel to each other, forming a path to the park outside.
>I found myself in the middle of the path, yet all the pedophiles were looking at me angrily.
>As I walked down the aisle, each one hit me on the head with a rolled up newspaper, adding their own contribution.
>“The trouble’s that she’s lonely.”
>“The trouble’s she knows more.”
>“The trouble’s that she’s phony.”
>“The trouble’s she’s a whore.”
>“The trouble’s that he’s growing.”
>“The trouble’s that she’s grown.”
>As I came to the end of the line, I found myself face-to-face with Officer Krupke looking down menacingly at me.
>I stood my ground, looked him in the eye.
“KRUPKE, I’VE GOT TROUBLES OF MY OWN!”
>The line of pedophiles gathered around me in a large body of people and sang to him with all the energy they could muster.
>“Officer Krupke, we need you to know,
>Patricia’s actions are the very furthest from low.
>She loves this boy deeply, what else can she do?
>Gee, Officer Krupke…”
>Officer Krupke pushed me into the street behind me.
>I looked to my right to see that I was right in the way of a large truck coming in my direction.
>I looked back at the police officer with the dullest look I could give him.
“[censor] you.”
>I then rose up from my bed sheets, gasping desperately for breath.
>That's the last time I watch West Side Story before going to bed.

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Patricia Gets Laid
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>Be Patricia
>Helping Sweetie Belle with her math homework
>"So," Sweetie says, looking over one of her problems, "if I want to find the area, I have to use 2πr?"
"Close! That's for the circumference. You want πr²."
>"Ohhhh!!! I'll NEVER get this right!"
"Don't worry, Sweetie."
>You run your fingers up and down her back
"It's tough for everyone their first time."
>"Pff. Not for Applebloom. She gets A's on all her tests!"
"But I never did when I first started learning these equations, and I'm taking Calculus!"
>Sweetie Belle doesn't look much happier
"I'll tell you what. Let's try one more, and if you don't get it, we'll take a break."
>"OK... So for this one, I want to find the circumference, and the diameter is 6 inches."
"So do you remember what to do?"
>"Soooo, half of that is three..."
>You grimace, hoping she can figure it out on her own
>"But! It's circumference, so I can just take the diameter and multiply it by pi!"
"You did it!"
>"I did? I WAS RIGHT?! THANK YOU, PATRICIA!"
>The two of you hug each other tightly, happy that after all that work, Sweetie Belle was finally able to understand math
>Just being able to hold her was a great feeling, but not as good as the feeling you got knowing that you helped her in something she was about to give up in
>You held onto her for as long as you could, never wanting to let go of her, but for some reason...
>She wasn't letting go either
>You run your finger through her hair
>You can feel her hands latch on tighter, which is almost as intense as the feeling of her heart beating against yours
>Finally, she looks up
>"Patricia?"
"Hmm?"
>"...Thanks again."
>You smile, still holding onto her
"Anytime."
>There's another pause, the two of you just smiling at each other... until...
>Before you know what's going on, your lips are interlocked with Sweetie Belle's, the two of you pulling each other in closer for a tighter embrace

>Sweetie Belle's developing chest rubs against your breasts
>Her arms wrap around your neck as you cradle her in your arms
>There were so many ways you could get in trouble here, but nothing mattered more than holding Sweetie Belle in your arms
>Nothing ever mattered more
>Slowly, but still with enough passion to make your chest erupt into fire, the kiss ends, leaving the two of you staring into each other's eyes
>"S-sorry..."
>You giggle
"Sorry for what?"
>"My dad told me I wasn't supposed to start kissing until I got older..."
"Oh... right..."
>"But... if it's OK with you, then I guess there's nothing wrong with it..."
"Sweetie, of course I'm OK with it. I'm just worried that you might get in trouble."
>Or... you...
>"Do you promise not to tell if I don't?"
>There it was again. She was making a first move, and as much as you want to resist, as much as you want to just go back to homework, you know how long you've had a crush on this girl
>And this girl is finally giving you a green light
>Before you let your mind convince you otherwise, you lean forward and press your lips against hers
>You swear you can almost feel her smile as her lips navigate across yours
>You move your fingers through her hair again, letting the skin trace her shoulder blade and neck
>She slowly makes her way on top on your lap, her legs dangling around your waist
>You let your tongue slip into her mouth
>The sensation of her tongue circling around yours puts your mind through a tailspin that drives you mad
>Suddenly, you get an idea, a horrible, horrible idea
>You know that this is the worst idea you could have, but that's what life is all about
>You probably won't live for very long if her dad finds out anyway
"I won't tell if you don't."
>"Good."
"You wanna... head upstairs?"
>"Can we kiss some more?"
>Smiling, you grab her hand and lead her upstairs.

>The two of you enter your room, closing the door quietly behind you
>"So... what did you wanna do up here?"
"Wanna see my boobs?"
>Sweetie looks shocked, but then nods her head, unable to conquer her own curiosity
>This isn't bad, right? I mean, girls do it all the time... just usually not right after kissing...
>You cross your arms, reach for the bottom of your tight black shirt and slowly begin to pull it off your waist, chest and shoulders
>You flick it to the floor, giving Sweetie Belle a prime view at your bra'd bust
>"Whoa! They're so big! Do you think I'll ever grow boobs like that?"
"Maybe! Can I see 'em?"
>"But... I don't..."
"Hmm?"
>She blushes
>"I don't wear a bra yet."
>Mmmmm so hot
"You wanna try on some of mine?"
>"You'd let me?! Rarity would DIE if I ever tried on one of hers!"
"You can even try the one I'm wearing now."
>"OK!"
>She then grabs her sleeve, pulls her arm into her shirt and wiggles it over her head
>You can see the two lumps just barely beginning to protrude her chest
>Her nipples and areola alone take up about half of the boob itself
>You bite your lip, hoping that the amount of water cascading down your nethers doesn't show up through your skirt
>You then reach behind your back, grab the latches and tug them apart
>You grab the straps across your shoulders and pull them down, lowering them until Sweetie Belle is looking dead center at your tits
>You hand her the bra, which she immediately begins putting around her, trying hard just to keep it up
>She puts the straps on her shoulders, cupping the bra like her breasts fill it completely
>"I hope I get the same kind of boobs Rarity has."
>You smile at her naivety
"And why's that?"
>"Because big boobs look great on her!"
>You then unlatch her bra and toss it to the side
"And I think your boobs are perfect already."
>The two of you then stare at each others' tits until Sweetie breaks the silence, saying,
>"C-can I touch them?"

>You lean your shoulders in, making your breasts look like they're popping out at her
>She leans her hands in and grabs them
>Her palm to fingers barely make it from the edge of your breast to the top of your areola
>She squeezes gently, letting her fingers run back and forth across your nipples
>At this point, your panties are practically soaked, and you don't exactly want Sweetie to see that through your skirt
"Hey, since we're already topless..."
>Sweetie Belle just stares, her emotions battling between curiosity and lust
"You wanna get naked?"
>Without answering verbally, Sweetie reaches down for her jeans, unbuttons them and slides them down her legs
>She has to quickly grab her panties as her jeans nearly grab onto them and pull them down
>Looking back up and pausing, she then removes her jeans before sliding her white panties down her young, smooth legs
>You nearly lose what breath you have, seeing her little lips become uncovered for the first time
>She then stands there timidly, hoping you don't judge her petite frame
>Out of more self-consciousness than anything, she reaches two fingers down and spreads her labia, showing off her tiny nub in between
>Without taking your eyes off of her perfect body, you reach back and unzip your skirt, letting fall to the floor before kicking it off to the side
>You look down at your black panties and give a relaxed sigh, hoping that they're too dark to notice the huge wet spot at the bottom
>You then lift one leg up and slide them off your foot before switching to the other leg and doing the same
>She gawks at how much hair you have compared to her
>It makes you even more wet seeing what little hair she has, barely penetrating the skin above and around her genitalia
>"Wow... I've never seen another girl naked before..."
"Do you..."
>You blush, sitting down at the edge of your bed
"You wanna go back to kissing?"
>She smiles and joins you back on the bed, and before you know it, your lips are locked together yet again

>You run your tongue around hers again, this time with more aggression coming from her end
>You let your fingers slide up against the crook in her back, tracing along her bare skin up between her shoulder blade
>She wraps her arms around your waist before timidly moving them up to your bare breast, squeezing it in her hand
>With little to no function left in your brain, with no capacity left to weigh consequences, you reach your hand down to Sweetie Belle's thighs and begin moving you hand upward
>"Patricia?"
"Yes, Sweetie?"
>"I don't know about this..."
>You then spread your legs, showing off the pink between your lower lips
"You wanna try me first?"
>Sweetie timidly moves her hand up to your crotch
>Reflexedly, you arch your back and gasp as you feel her cold fingers graze against your slit
>She looks up at you for permission one more time before feeling around
>Your chest rises and falls violently as she curiously navigates your nethers
>She could probably fit in 2 or 3 fingers
>Actually, nevermind.
>You're so tight right now that it'd be a struggle for her just to fit in her first one
>"Does it feel good?"
>Your voice cracks as you whine, biting your lip
"Mhmm."
>"Then... you wanna try it on me?"
>Your fingers shake slightly as they approach Sweetie's crotch one more time
>Before you let yourself get too far, though, you lock lips with Sweetie Belle again
>And just as her mind is temporarily distracted, you let your finger penetrate her orifice
>She suddenly grabs onto you as tightly as she can, which makes you push deeper into her hole
>She's tighter than you imagined, latching onto your finger almost as tightly as Sweetie latched onto you, now attacking your mouth with her tongue
>As you pump your finger in and out, she reflexedly counters you, helping you thrust your fingers in and outside her vagina

>You massage her entrance, eliciting a short, faint splashing sound as you bring out her natural lube
>You break from the kiss momentarily to ask her a question, her eyes still half lidded, her mouth inhaling deep for air
"You like how that feels?"
>She pulls you back with all the strength she has, tasting your tongue as it runs through her mouth
>"Mhmm," she moans into your mouth
>While your finger reaches inside her, your thumb begins to search outside for her clit
>Finally, though, you find it, making Sweetie take her mouth off of yours to pant audibly, her eyes squeezed shut in ecstasy
>"Patricia."
"Yes, Sweetie?"
>"I really want to moan right now."
"Mmmm go ahead."
>You reach your mouth to her neck and begin nibbling gently, and suddenly you hear the faint gasps of her first attempts at moaning
"Mmmm louder, Sweetie."
>"Ah!"
>You push deeper, trying to bring her closer to orgasm
>"Aaahhhhh! Ohhhhh!"
>She swings her head back, puffing her chest closer to your face
>You take this opportunity to lean forward and gently suck on her breasts
>"MMM! Patricia! Keep going!"
>You brag her spare breast with one hand while searching for her g-spot underneath her, all while using your tongue to run circles around her areola before bringing your mouth back into a suction against her small titty.
"You feel it coming, Sweetie?"
>"YES!"
"You want me to make you feel it?"
>"OH YES!"
>You then use all your adrenaline to force your finger into Sweetie Belle as quickly as you can
>"OHHHHH MYY GAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!"
>Her voice cracks, echoing through your room as her screams bounce off your walls
>You can feel her inner walls tighten and loosen against your finger, more liquids streaming out than ever
>As her first orgasm subsides, she wraps her arms around your shoulders, trying to catch her breath before grabbing the back of your head and pulling you back into a kiss

>Suddenly, Sweetie's phone goes off
>You don't want to let her go, but you know it's probably her sister
>She weakly walks back to her jeans
>As she bends over to grab her phone, her butt opens just slightly enough to get a prime view of her tight little anus
>"Hello? Hi, Rarity. OK, I'll see you in 10 minutes. Bye."
>Sweetie smiles exhaustedly before walking back over and falling face first on your bed
>You run your fingers through her hair again before leaning over and kissing her lovingly on her back
>"Uggghhh. Rarity's gonna kill me. I hardly got any math homework done!"
"Hey, I won't tell if you don't."
>She lifts her head up just enough to turn it towards you, giving you a loving giggle
>"I don't wanna put my panties back on."
>As much as you don't want to either, you know you'd better do it before Rarity shows up
"Come on."
>You weakly get up, spanking Sweetie playfully on the butt for good measure
>"Hey!"
>She then begins to chase you around your room, trying to spank you back
>You haven't laughed this hard in a long time

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"You got your cutie mark?"
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>Be Patricia
>Studying in the library after school when the Crusaders all approach you
>"Hey, Patricia!" Applebloom shouts, eliciting a "sshhh" from those around her
>"You'll never guess what we got!" Scootaloo chimes in
>"But you have to come with us to see," Sweetie says, grabbing you by the wrist
>You don't know what to say, but luckily you don't have to say anything
>They're leading you away, giggling as you go
>Suddenly, they lead you into the girl's restroom, and all the blood in your body practically shoots to one spot
>"You ready girls?" Applebloom says, grabbing the bottom of her shirt
>"Mhmm," the others say following suit
>"One, two, THREE!"
>Is this really happening?
>They're flashing you without you even asking?
>You stop breathing out of excitement
>...and then you don't know what to think...
>"Ya like 'em, Patricia? We all got matching bras!"
>They're each wearing a bra with the same basic design, but with their own added flair
>"So which one of ours do you like best?" Scootaloo asks
>You honestly don't know how to answer
>You knew they would get bras eventually, but you didn't expect it to happen so soon
>It's hard to believe that they're really growing up before your eyes
>Suddenly, all the blood returns to the rest of your body
>"Do you... not like them?" Sweetie Belle asks as all three of their faces shift to concern
"What? No! Of course I like them! It's just... hard to believe you're already so grown up."
>They're still attractive, tbh, but somehow, there's just not as much magic as before
"But you know what? You're still the same girls I've always known and loved. Maybe I can help you pick out some more!"
>"Oh," Applebloom says, lowering her shirt, "we'd love to, but..."
>"Brad already offered," Scootaloo says excitedly
>"Oh my gosh! He's sooooo hot!" Sweetie Belle says. "I'm totally gonna tease him when we get there."
>"No fair!" Applebloom exclaims
>Suddenly, Scootaloo's phone goes off
>"It's him! We'll see you later Patricia!"
>F*cking Brad!

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Sleepover
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>Be Patricia
>Having a sleepover with Applebloom, Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle
>Playing truth or dare, waiting for you to get called on
>Seriously? Daring someone to lick your armpit? 7/10 dare
>"Your turn, Patricia!" Scootaloo says
"DARE!"
>Crap, did that come off as too strong?
>"I dare you to fart on Sweetie Belle!"
>Not your fetish, but 8/10 dare
>Sweetie Belle looks petrified, but she agreed at the beginning that she'd go through with any dare
"Gee, that sounds like a good one, but I don't have to fart right now! Guess it's my turn to choose!"
>Scootaloo reaches into her pocket and pulls out a protein bar
>This nigga goes all out
>You reach for the protein bar as slowly as you can, trying to give Sweetie Belle some time to think back on the life she's had while she still can
>You unwrap the bar, but just before you put it in your mouth, you hear a knock on the door
>Please don't be the police
"Uhhh, sorry, girls. I'll be right back."
>You walk downstairs and open up the door to see Valhallen standing in the doorway
"Umm... Hi?"
>"Move, wench. I'm in need of sustenance. Where's the punchbowl?"
"Punch bowl? What are you talking ab--"
>"You stooped betch!"
>Suddenly, Naomi shoves Valhallen to the side, carrying a half-empty bottle of vodka and hardly keeping her balance
>"You dedn't invite me to yur party, but nao I'm bringin' the party to yoooooouuuu!"
>Then, practically everyone from CHS starts filing into your house, setting up red cup stations all over the house
>The girls hear the noise and come downstairs, seeing the place fill up with teenagers and alcohol
>"Hey, Patricia?" Applebloom says. "I'm not to sure we should be here. If our sisters found out we were at a party, we'd be in loads of trouble."
>"Yeah," Scootaloo nodded. "We'll see you around, Patricia. It was a fun game, though!"
>You sigh as you watch them walk out the door
[spoiler]"Now I need to fart."[/spoiler]