Anon and Pinkie Pie Ch1 (done)

>Typical Sunday night for you.
>alone in your apartment
>no family called you to wish you a happy birthday.
>no girlfriend to go out with.
>no friends that want to hang out
>well no sense putting it off any longer.
>you stand look over at the chair and rope you have set up in your kitchen.
>"Hey noony whatcha up to?"
"What the fuck! Pinkie Pie?! How are you here?! What are you doing here?! How did you even get here?!"
>the pink pony pauses for a pensive period before taking a big breath
>"yup I'm me! through the window, visiting my favorite human, I walked, and this!"
>she pauses to catch her breath and open the satchel she brought with her.
>"is a present!"
"But, but you can't be here you're not real!"
>she jumps on you knocking you to the ground and pinning you there with a look of anger.
>"That's not very nice noony. Telling me I'm not real. How would you like it if I said you didn't exist mister mean meany pants?"
>was this really happening?
>is your brain making you hallucinate to try to save itself
>but then if you were imagining this how was she holding you down.
"I, I guess I wouldn't like it very much."
>you try once more to stand only to have her weight let you know that yes, she was really here and surprisingly heavy.
"I'm sorry pinkie. Could you please get off me now?"
>"Mmmmmm okay! But only because you said please."
>with a hop she's off your chest and helping you to your feet.
>she follows you with a smile as you head to the kitchen and move your chair away from the rope and back to your table.
>pinkie walked over to the other chair and pushed it over near where you were sitting. With a cute little jump she got up onto the chair and turned to face you putting her directly between you and your rope.
"Pinkie, what are you doing here?"
>"I told you already Noony I came to hang out with you, and also give you this!"
>she grabs her bag in her mouth and tries to hand it to you.
"Right, you said that, but it's a little weird that you show up out of nowhere and want to hang out."

>"Oh silly noony I didn't show up out on nowhere, I came in through the window remember?"
>Oh yeah sure, she just came in through the window. That makes sense.
"No I mean It's just. Okay! how did you get here from ponyville?"
>"I walked."
"No that's not, that's impossible."
>"Well nopony told me that."
>you were getting a headache
>and a little angry
>from arguing with a small pink talking horse that you were probably imagining.
>this is not what you needed today. Especially not right before
>"you okay noony?"
>she looked at you with concerned eyes her ears flopped down, her pink mane slightly deflated.
"No I'm fine just a lot on my mind. Look let's just start over. Pinkie, what are you doing here?"
>"I came to hang out with you on your birthday! I even brought you a present!"
"and how did you get here?"
>"I walked, through your glowing window thing."
"Glowing window thing?"
>she points her hoof to your TV set.
>oh, that glowing window thing.
"Okay, okay fine. I can understand that I guess, but how do you know me? How did you know it was my birthday?"
>"the same way you know about me, I watch you through the glowy window."
"you can watch me?! Like all the time or only when I'm watching or or"
>"jeez noony calm down. I didn't freak out when you started watching me."
>you take a deep breath and lean back to process everything.
>alright so, pinkie pie apparently watches you the same way you watch her and right now she's standing in your room trying to give you a present on your birthday.
>this raises so many questions that you don't even want to start asking but before you go get black out drunk to try and forget all of them, there's one that you need to ask.
"What did you bring me?"
>she smiles and hops over to her satchel, pulls out a small pink box with pink ribbon, and brings it over to you.
>you carefully open the box and reveal a small frosted cake with some words written on it.
>Happy B day Ano
>"I'm sorry I couldn't get all the letters on there. It's not very big but that's all that would fit through the window with me."
"I love it pinkie."
>she bounces up with joy and confetti pops up out of nowhere.
>really want to ask how she does that.

>you get two plates and serve yourself a slice leaving most of the cake for pinkie to enjoy.
>she immediately chomps down and gets a whole mess of cake on her face.
"so, what's it like being part of a TV show?"
>"I dunno noony you tell me."
"Cute but I guess I walked into that...Hey does anyone else watch me or?"
>"nopony I know. I don't think they can see the glowy doors like I can."
>you stand to get some cups and milk. You finished your slice rather quickly but pinkie was still enjoy her half.
>After watching pinkie eat cake until her whole snout was covered in frosting you speak up again.
"So when you say you watch me, do you mean like all the time or just when I watch the show or..."
>"I can watch you anytime I want to noony."
"Anytime?"
>"yup! Whenever I feel like it."
>wait does that mean...
"So when you say anytime you don't mean like, ANY time right? I mean like you can't watch me when I turn off my TV or if I'm not in the room and-"
>she looks up from the cake at you with seductive eyes.
>"Oh don't worry noony I won't tell fluttershy or twilight what you look at on your computer."
>Oh god she saw you doing that.
>your face starts turning red.
>pinkie leans in and nuzzles your cheek covering you in frosting.
>"you're soooooooo cute when your embarrassed!"
>you get some paper towels to clean off the frosting and return to pinkie now finished eating the rest of the cake and smiling at you.
"Thanks for the cake pinkie, it was a very nice gift."
>"anything for my bestest best buddy!"
"So I gotta ask, why this birthday? Why me?"
>"Oh because um...you're really special and I wanted to meet you on a special day!"
>she starts drawing circles with her hoof on the table. She looks over to your TV set and away from you.
>after a brief silence she jumps on you again. This time with her arms around you hugging you tight.
>"I gotta go noony, but can you promise me something?"
"What's up?"
>"can you promise me you'll be here tomorrow? I wanna talk with you more and I'm not busy and I can make us another cake an-"
"Okay! okay! I'll call in sick to work or something."
>"promise? Because I'll be really really sad if I come looking for you tomorrow and you're not here."
"I promise pinkie. I'll be here."

>she gives you one last squeeze and then heads through your TV.
>you look over at the cups, milk, and plates and then over to your now empty apartment.
>you'll clean up tomorrow. Right now you just want to head to bed and think about everything that just happened
>you look over at the rope in the middle of your kitchen.
>pinkie would be very mad at you if you weren't here tomorrow. Especially after you promised her you would.
>besides you gotta get to bed and prepare for her tomorrow. Maybe you'll cook something instead of just ordering take out.
>you wonder if she likes spicy food.