Stoner in Equestria part 5

>You are Anon.
>The blessed Stoner in Equestria.
>It’s been two months since Twilight’s project turn out to be a huge success, she doesn’t plan on stop growing it any time soon.
>And because she’ll keep growing it, she said that if you ever needed any to just drop on by any time.
>Which is what you’re doing right now, it’s about nine in the morning on a Saturday when you decided to walk from your house.
>It was nice out today, the sun shining, clear skies and no evil afoot.
>Ah, which reminds you, you live on your own now in your own house, as luck would have it, you’re employed now.
>As a… fillysitter for Filthy Rich, his horrid daughter Diamond Tiara needed someone to look out for her when he’s gone during the week.
>You usually pick her up after school and walk her back to the house and more or less chill with her until Filthy shows up at about ten in the evening.
>He pays handsomely, as always. He really liked the idea of an endangered species fillysitting for him.
>’I’ll be able to say, I have a hoomun as a fillysitter, nop0ny can top that, sir’ he would tell you.
>You respect the guy, he’s about his money, which gives you the opportunity to say ‘He’s about it ‘bout it.’
>Anyways, back to the great plant that you have brought in the pony land. Marijuana’s popularity hasn’t sky rocketed, but ponies outside your circle of friends are starting to us it.
>Every time they see you they simply thank you for bringing such a beautiful plant in this world.
>As for that ‘Crash Longue’ dream, you’re making plans for it, fine tuning what it should be and other stuff like that.
>You arrived at Twilight’s place to get your fix and head straight home.
>Open the door without knocking because Twilight would already know it’s you.
>You see her by her bookshelf organizing some books, Spike helping her as well.
>Her ears perk up, eyes cutting toward you as she smiled.
>”Oh, hey Nony, what do you need?”

“An ounce of Skittles and an ounce of Cloud Trotter.”
>”Sure thing, Spike keep organizing, I’ll be right back.”
>Shiiit if she knew how much money she could make…
>She trots away to the basement, but just before she heads down, she turns to you.
>”By the way, I’ve created this new strand called ‘Purple Cruise,’"
"I like it already."
>"It’s very smooth with the inhaling, it’s very potent but doesn’t hit you hard, instead it gives you a nice smooth high that lasts for about a week, you won’t need to smoke.”
“Twilight, the shit you come up with.”
>”What? I’m on it right now; I’m tellin’ you you’d like it.”
“You know what? Yeah, I’ll have a dime of that too.”
>”Alrighty, I’ll be back,” she turns around and trots down stairs.
>You walk over to Spike, giving him the sup nod along the way.
“What’s good, man?”
>”Helping Twilight with stuff, busy as always.”
“I suppose, hey man, if you ever got some free time, me, Dash and Applejack hang out at my place, just chillin’ and talking or whatever comes to mind.”
>”Does Rarity ever join you?”
“Occasionally, actually we’re all going to the movies tonight, stoned off our asses of course, I’m sure Twi won’t mind you joining us.”
>”Alright, count me in.”
“Cool.”
>A few minutes pass by; you decided to help Spike with some of the work, putting books in places he can’t reach.
>He’s like your little brother sometimes, although you never get to hang out as often with him as you’d like.
>Twilight came back with the good time goodies; she floats the plastic bags over to you and thanks you for helping out a little.
>You gesture a nod and remind her how much you love her for existing, she blushed beyond comprehension and simply says ‘anything for a friend.’
>You look down at the bag and open it to give it a sniff.
>Inhaling its smell, a warm smile cracks on your face, Twilight and Spike look at you, nodding and grinning to themselves.

>You lower the bag away from your nose and seal it back up.
“Mmm, mmm mmm. So good it shouldn’t even be legal.”
>OH WAIT
>…
>Curses that joke only works in certain parts of Earth.
>After that, you’re out of her mane and back at your place in a blur.
>You walk into your cozy home, and quickly put up the goodies in the pantry where you usually keep them.
>And of course, you grinded down some ‘Purple Cruise’ and rolled up a joint in a delicate but haste-like manner.
>You reach into your pocket for a lighter then light it, inhaling like a pro, you notice that the green doesn’t burn away so easily. That’s a good thing.
>You’ve had some stuff on Earth that would burn away so quick you found yourself rolling up another ten minutes later, talk about a waste of money.
>But Twilight, she knows what she’s doing.
>However, time to fully engage chill mode.
>It’s the weekend, no obligation that requires your presence and you’ve got some damn good dank.
>In other words time to be a lazy bastard who’s on cloud nine.
>You make your way couch feelin’ good, you prop your feet up on your table, put your hands behind your back annnnd….
>…
>Shit, Equestria is fuckin’ boring.
>You’ll just stare at the wall before you, wishing a television would just poof from thin air and tune into Supernatural or something.
>Internet, television, or any source of legit entertainment, except ‘murawurnur’, can be found nowhere in your house.
>Fuck.
>Just at the nick of time, a knock occurs at your door; you put the joint in between your lips.
>In all honesty you had no idea you can move so fast to answer a damn door.
>You had already flung the door open by the time you could blink.
>A smile crosses your face when you see who it was.

>Your best friend, a maker of days and good times.
>It’s the lovely Fluttershy, an adorable yellow Pegasus whose presence can bring a calming vibe wherever she goes.
>You lean against your doorframe already half past faded and give her the ‘sup’ nod.
“Sup Flutters?”
>”Just decided to stop by. What’s good, man?”
>Internally you smirk; you just love it when Fluttershy uses your lingo.
“I’ll tell ya what’s good, this stuff Twilight made called ‘Purple Cruise’, care to try it?”
>”Fuck yeah, man.”
>You step aside and gesture for her to come in, with a hop in her step she trots into your home.
>You close the door behind you and make your way to the couch.
>Fluttershy sat beside you, she scans the room for a moment as if she’s looking for something.
>A curious look grew on her face then she taps your lap gently.
>”Hey, where’s the Bad Wolf, it didn’t break did it?”
“Nah, it’s just chillin’ on my nightstand in the bedroom, you can get it if you want.”
>”That’s okay, I just wanted to know.”
“Ah, cool. So what brings you by anyway?”
>”Well, to hang with you for one and two I wanted to talk to you about something.”
>You nod attentively.
“About what?”
>”You know that dream you’ve had about that lounge? You’re serious about that right?”
“Yes, but I don’t know where I would start.”
>”Well, get this Anon…” she lets her words trail, she scoots closer to you.
“Yeah?”
>”I’ve been looking at some property; I’ve got a place in mind.”
“Really now?”
>”Mhm, it’s just on the other side of town actually, just wondering if you wanted to check it out.”
“Hell yes, how much are we talking?”
>”He didn’t say, but he wanted to meet there and discuss it.”
“Well that’s cool, this could actually happen, I’m liking where this is going.”
>”Me too, man. I’ve got a good vibe about it, Anon.”
“Alright, what time?”
>”Three days from now, in the meantime…”
“Yeah?”
>She snickers out of control, “I’m ready to take flight.”

“I’m all for it, pick your poison Flutters. I’ve got Skittles, Cloud Trotter and Purple Cruise.”
>”I want what you’re on right now, pass the green love, man.”
>You chuckle for a moment then take a quick hit of joint then pass it to her.
>Both of you laughed awkwardly as Fluttershy presents her hooves, realizing that you’re kinda gone already, you put the joint down.
“Ah, right. Looks like the Bad Wolf is in order huh?”
>”Heehee, yeah.”
“Alright, you know where it is, go get it.”
>She giggles in response, jokingly hitting your arm.
>”Okay, I’ll get it, lazy.”
>She hops off the couch, heading for your bedroom.
>And yet again, a knock occurs at your door, you have reason to assume its Dash or Applejack.
>You get off your lazy ass, and head for the door,  answering it.
>And it wasn’t at all who you were expecting, Pinkie Pie with her addicting smile.
“Wha’ gwon Pinks?”
>”Ya ‘aven’t gave I a visit in weeks, me tinks ya no like da Pinks.”
>Both of you just chuckled, instantly you step aside for ‘Da Pinks’.
>It was a thing you and her did from time to time.
>You and Pinkie haven’t been hanging out as often mostly because of your new job and her boyfriend.
>But it’s cool, Pinkie picked the perfect time to stop by.

“Wait, so me visiting Sugarcube Corner to get my fix doesn’t count?”
>”I mean we haven’t hung out in FOREEEVER, so I said ‘y’know what Pinkie? You and Anon haven’t had fun in FOREEEVER!’ So I said, ‘gee you’re right Pinkie! I sure do miss him, let’s visit him!’ And ta-da! I’m here! So hey! Hi! How ya doing? Whatcha doing? How’s life?”
>Fucking. Adorable.
“Hi Pinkie, I’m high, I’m getting high, and I’m high on life. Come in, me and Flutters were about give this new stuff Twilight made a try.”
>”Sounds fun!” She hops into your home maintaining her smile as she made it to the couch.
>You close the door behind you and make your way back to your pantry to gather the green.
>Swiftly, you open the pantry door and got the bag of Purple Cruise then make your way back to the living room.
>Upon arriving, you find Pinkie and Fluttershy sitting on the couch, chatting about whatever it is mares chat about on their free time.
>Fluttershy’s eyes lock onto the bag and a grin grows on her face.
>”Holy shit, man. C-can I smell it?” she asks.
“Sure thing Hippy Shy.”

>One hour passed and the three of you are feelin’ good.
>Pinkie decided that she didn’t want to try the Purple Cruise; she thought smoking a little Cloud Trotter would be just fine.
>The three of you were talking about some physics stuff and well…
>”Hey Anon, y’know how Cloud Trotter lets you walk on clouds and stuff?” Fluttershy asks.
“Yeah?”
>”Okay so…take a look around.”
>You do just that, noticing the smoke of dank getting really thick with nowhere to vent.
>A few bags of chips lied on the table next to the bong.
>Pinkie was laying her head on your lap and Fluttershy was sitting on the couch adjacent to the one you’re sitting on.
“It’s just…cloudy in here.”
>”Exactly. See what I’m getting at here?”
“W-wait…are you suggesting…?”
>”Yes, do ya think it’s possible that we can lie or stand on our own smoke?”
“Fluttershy, you just blew my fucking mind. We gotta try that someday. Consider my mind fucked.”
>”Mmm, ya like it when I fuck your mind?” Fluttershy inquires with a chuckle.
“Yeah, don’t stop now.”
>”I didn’t plan to, but now I’m about to rape it.”
“Please, no.”
>”Anon. Nature.”
“What about it?”
>”Nature is sooo cool. Wanna know why?”
“Why?”
>”Think of the shit it can do with shit.”
“…Holy. Fucking. Shit.”
>”Right? Mind. Rape. Nature is amazing.”
“I’m going to go hug a tree now for being so amazing.”
>Fluttershy breaks into laughter, rolling off the couch trying to hold her sides.
“The hell is so funny?”
>”Wanna know something Anon?”
“What?”
>”Y’know when you were a little and grown-ups would ask you what you want to grow up to be?”
“Yeah?”
>”My answer was to be a tree.”
“PFFFF! You wanted to grow up to be a tree? That’s fucking cute.”
>She gets back on the couch looking like twenty pounds of lazy.
>”Shudduup. I really did. I was so determined that for a week straight I remained perfectly still in the back yard. A bird barely made a nest on my head.”
“What the fuck really?”

>”Yeah, really. It felt…” she sighs, looking up as if fantasizing about it, “aaah, it felt magical.”
“Are you sure you never smoke ‘murawurnur’ before I showed up here?”
>”Pfff, ‘murawurnur’, I’m sooo stealing that.”
“You can’t, trees can’t be thieves.”
>”I’m a different kind a tree. I’m a phrase stealing tree. Watch me as I grow and steal! That’s right, I’ve got ‘slight of branch’ skills.”
“That’s so cheating. I hope the Tree Police catches you. You’re gonna go to Tree Jail.”
>”… shit. I forgot about the Tree Police. Keep your ‘murawurnur’ phrase, I ain’t doing that hard time. That’s like fifty to ten-hundred years.”
“Ten-hundred isn’t even a number Flutters.”
>”Ya huh! It’s a thousand!”
“Huh, noted. But you still gotta calm your tree ass down.”
>”Okay. Okay, but can I still get that hug? Since I’m a tree and all?”
“I’ll think about it, but your acts of ‘treeson’ really hindered your chances.”
>”Awwww fuuuck. I forgot how hard it is to be a good tree these days.”
>”What the fuck are my ears even hearing?” Pinkie asks.

>After a few hours of mind blowing talks and breath taking hits, the rest of the gang arrives at your house.
>Everyone was sitting everywhere.
>Rarity and Applejack sitting at a table in the dining area, Twilight joined Fluttershy on the couch and Spike and Dash are lying on their backs on the floor, passing a joint back and forth.
“Spike, you’re the best lighter, ever.”
>Oddly enough, today was the first day he smoked the stuff and well… The kid’s a natural.
>”What makes me the best?” He asks you.
“Well, you’re literally your own lighter from you being a DRAGON, you can talk AND you’re purple and green, I don’t think you know what those colors mean to us stoners. Dude, you’re like a stoner’s dream come true.”
>”Thanks, Anon.”
>Rarity passes the bong to Applejack and finally speaks up.
>”Okay, so what are we gonna see? We still have yet to make a decision.”
“Dude, it’s whatever with me. I just want some popcorn and whatever candy they got.”
>”Oh I know what we should see!” Twilight shouts.
>Everyone else groaned, mumbling their complaints.
“Twilight, whatever it is, hell naw.”
>”Yeah Twi, it’s always Slasher flicks with you,” Pinkie says.
“I don’t even hate those kinda movies. But I ain’t watching it with you.”
>”Aww why not?”
“Well…ya see…”
>”You spoil the movie, you tell us who’s gonna die in what order. How they die, where the blood will splash on the screen, you know who’s the killer and why before the movie even starts,” Rarity replies.
>” You know where the victims die, how the movie will end, what victim will say before they die and it’s a movie you swear you never seen before. I swear, Twilight, you have Slasher flicks broken down to a science, it’s scary,” Dash adds.
>Twilight scoffs and puts a hoof on her chest.
>”Well I can’t help it if I know my Slasher Science!” She yells with pride.
“Damn it will someone pick something? My munchies are getting worse by the minute.”


>Two hours. It took two fucking hours to decide what would be watched.
>But since you’re a genius and all, you politely suggested that the group splits up.
>Everyone liked the idea, so everyone is either on their own or with one other person.
>You and Fluttershy, in theater number four watching some boring chick flick about… Shit you already forgot.
>There’s only three other ponies here, all in your field of vision.
>Fluttershy didn’t tell you it was a chick flick until you got comfortable in your seat, but since Fluttershy is your best friend and all, you’ll watch it with her.
>But the next time, you’re so watching that action movie about a griffon in the Salt Drug business.
>You’re leaned back in your chair, a large bucket of extra buttery popcorn lies on your lap.
>Fluttershy is on the edge of her seat, occasionally grabbing a hoof-full of popcorn and stuffing her face.
>You finally tune back into the movie to see what’s going on.
>Just some rich snooty motherfucker talking to a unicorn maid in a suggestive outfit.
>Even though you’re not an animal fucker, it’s boner-worthy to you.
>”Follow me~,” she sings. Slowly she backs away toward a bedroom door.
>The guy follows, he makes a devious chuckle.
>Without you noticing, Fluttershy takes the popcorn from your lap and stuffs her face some more.
>”My dear, don’t you have some cleaning to do?” the snooty fuck asks.
>”After we’re done in here, heehee yeah.”
>You can’t believe you’re watching this.
>Shaking your head, you close your eyes, barely listening to the movie.
>It’s just a bunch of fake moans and soft core porn anyway.
>But while listening to said fake moans, you can’t help but get hard, because that’s just hot.
>You readjust in your seat before you pants get too tight on you.

>”Aaah~!” the mare on the screen shouts.
>Then you felt a hoof sliding over to your privates, the smell of buttery popcorn floods your nose as you feel lips come in contact with your neck from your right side, where Fluttershy is sitting.
>The hoof rubbing up along your erection that’s in your pants didn’t really register as something alarming
>Still not registering.
>All you know is the physical stimuli are off the charts from you being high.
>What brought you out of your trance was the sound of your zipper being zipped down.
>You bring your head forward; your eyes shoot open and turn your head to the right.
“Flutters, what the fuck, man?”
>You see her head going down to your lap, you can feel her warm breath on your pole while she pulled the waist band of your underpants down with her hoof.
>Is this really about to happen? How fucking high are you?
“Flutters, cool it. Noooooh muh gawwwd.”
>Feeling her tongue tease its tip, you almost jolted out of your seat.
>Her hooves on your lap push you down then she engulfs you fully.
>You had to slap an arm rest to get your senses back in control.
“Fuckin’ daaamn it, Fluttershy, get the fuck-…unf~”
>You can feel her giggle in her throat as she bobs her head up and down on you.
>You face the big screen for a minute and see a full shot of plot from the maid in her outfit, her juices flowing freely.
>… Huh, you weren’t expecting to see that.
>And certainly not the horse cock that’s piercing said plot without remorse.
>What was the rating of this movie again?
>You take a gander of your surroundings; the bucket of popcorn is one seat over from Fluttershy.
>Grabbing a handful of her mane, you pull her off, which part of you is hating your for it.
>Felt good, man.
>She looks up at you.
“Fluttershy, I am too fucking high for this shit. What in the fuck, man?”
>”You’re telling me you didn’t like that?”
>It was your turn to blush now.
>You’re not exactly thinking at tip-top shape here.
“I… Well...”

>”I see what you’re doing, playing hard to get.”
“Whoa, no one is playing anything here.”
>”Cute, now why don’t you lean back and lemme take care of you?”
“Flutters, you need to chill the fuck out, you must be suffering from subliminal messages in the movie or some shit.”
>The only response you got out of her was her rubbing a hoof along your length.
>Soft to the touch, you find it arousing.
>With a slow stroke, she’s causing a rush of pleasure within you to the point where your erection is twitching in its own.
>Sure hooves can’t grab you like hands, but they still do the job.
>”So…thick~.”
>Damn it, this is kinda hot.
>Over the months, Fluttershy has flirted with you on multiple occasions as well as Pinkie, but you found it harmless.
>What an idiot, there is nothing harmless about these ponies flirting with you.
>This is going complicate things big time on too many different levels.
>You can’t let this happen.
>You’re going to get the fuck out of this seat then leave the theater and walk the fuck home.
>Alright, here goes nothing.
>You lift out of your seat only to have Fluttershy’s lips wrap tight around your cock.
>Annnd you’re going nowhere because your high ass is enjoying this despite how wrong it is.
>Just this ONE time, you’ll let her have this, she’s high, you’re high, the movie is triple X and your boner is showing its glory.
>You don’t have strong will right now due Fluttershy giving you pleasure you didn’t ask for.
>At the moment, you’ll accept her gift, but just this once!
>So you might as well enjoy it while this happens.
>Besides, you gotta hand it Fluttershy, she knows what she’s doing.
>You lean back in your chair, you needed this after all now that you think about it.
>Sometimes, you gotta go with the flow.
>Just this once.

>Before you knew it, you blew your load into her mouth, flooding it entirely.
>She milked every last drop and swallowed without hesitation.
>After that she lifted her head to look at you.
>”Taaasty~”
>She moves back in her seat, still looking at you.
>”Hey, Nony.”
>You turn to her to see what she wants.
“What?”
>She perks her lips and inches her face closer to you for a kiss.
>Yeeah, too soon for that, not after she just swallowed your cum.
>You pushed her away just in time.
“Whoooa! Slow down there Flutters, not happenin’.”
>”But-“
“You’re going too far, mouth wash thoroughly.”
>”Uuuh why?”
“You still have my cum lingering in your mouth.”
>”So?”
“I ain’t tryin’ taste that shit.”
>”Oh…s-sorry.”
“It’s cool you didn’t know, but lemme be clear, this thing that just happened? One-time thing.”
>”Just once?”
“That’s right and we keep this to ourselves and never tell a soul, got it?”
>”Okay.”
>After that little conversation, you two sit in your seats and watch the movie in silence.
>You don’t have any more popcorn, considering Fluttershy has been digging her dirty hooves in the popcorn.
>She must really like popcorn.
>She nudges you and presents the large bucket to you.
>”Wan sum?” she asks with a mouthful.
>You put your hand up like your pushing it away.
“Nah I’m good, man.”
>Fucking Fluttershy.

>Later that night, you, Dash and Pinkie hung out at Sugarcube Corner in the late hours having a smoking session in Pinkie’s room.
>You and Pinkie lay on your backs while on her bed, looking up at the ceiling.
>Rainbow Dash on the other hand pulls up a swivel chair that’s on your side of the bed and leans back.
>You don’t find it strange lying in bed with Pinkie; it’s just a casual thing anyway. That’s how cool you were with these mares.
>Dash was talking about Twilight spoiling the movie.
>”It would have been a good plot twist…IF I TWILIGHT DIDN’T SAY ANYTHING! Ugh! Why can’t she keep her predictions to herself?”
>She passes you the joint you rolled up earlier, turns out hooves can work just fine when smoking joints.
>You politely passed to Pinkie instead of smoking it.
>Pinkie looks at you with worry.
>”Whoa, you okay Anon? You’ve been quiet all night.”
>”Yeah, it’s like somep0ny sucked the life out of you.”
>You flinched at Dash saying those words.
“Wha? Nah I’m just…shit man, I’m just deep in thought and this Purple Cruise I’m on has a good high going already.”
>”Whatcha thinkin’ about, Nony?”
“Life or rather my life here.”
>”Do you ever miss Earth?” Pinkie asks after taking a hit then blowing smoke in the air.
“Shit yeah, I’ll never know what happened on Breaking Bad or Supernatural, but you ladies make up for it.”
>That’s saying a lot actually.
>These ponies have been nothing but a delight to be around, full of fun and keeps boredom at bay.
>Plus the smokin’ helps a ton.
>”Awww, we love you too, Nony,” Pinkie says, scooting over, taking her second hit then passing it back to you.
>She gives you a peck on the cheek then ruffles your hair.
>”Nony, you should have your hair messy more often, it’s a good look for you.”
>You give Pinkie a smile while you pass the joint back to Dash, seems Pinkie still has the hots for you.
“I’ll think about it.”
>”Hey Anon, ever have any crazy ‘stoner’ adventures on Earth?”

“Only every time I’m high, Dash.”
>”Can you tell us one? Pleaaaase?”
“Maybe another time Pinkie, what we should be doing is going on stoner adventures of our own.”
>Dash points to your with excitement in her eyes.
>”Dude, I’m down. I’m free on Wednesday, what do you wanna do?”
>”Hey me too! C’mon, pleaaase Anon, can we go on a Stoner adventure?”
“I gotta work on Wednesday, filly sitting Diamond Tiara.”
>”Aww, you mean your little marefriend?” Pinkie inquirs with a giggle.
“Wha? What are you talking about?”
>”Dash was talking to her number one fan the other day about Silver Spoon and Diamond Tiara.”
“Okay? And?”
>”The Cutie Mark Crusaders listened in on a convo right?”
“I’m followin’, Dash.”
 >”Apparently Diamond never shuts up about you, you’re the best fillysitter to her.”
“Well, shit I’m flattered, but she ain’t my marefriend.”
>”Dude, I’m calling it now; you’re going to take her virginity when she gets older.”
“Dash, you wot?”
>Pinkie lets loose with her high cackling, holding in her stomach and shaking her head while looking at the ceiling.
>”HAHAHAHA! I CAN SO SEE THAT!”
“What? C’mon y’all just trippin’ now.”
>”Dude, anyp0ny who has a fillysitter of the opposite sex will either have a crush on them or fuck them later on in life.”
“That’s a stupid theory, what if the fillysitter is old as fuck when they were doing the fillysitting?”
>”Anon, trust me, old ponies don’t have the patience nor energy to filly sit around here.”
“Good point Dash, remind me to be a fillysitter when I’m old as fuck so I can disprove your theories.”
>”Awwww! You think you’ll be here that long?”
“I unno, I won’t mind it, shit you guys are good people to me, man.”
>Dash gestures a hug with her front legs.
>”C’mon Anon, bring it in, it’s group hug time.”
“You stay over there.”

>Pinkie slithers under you with her cheatin’ Earth pony illogicalness and hugs you around your torso.
>Dash flies over and hugs your around the neck.
>The smell of cupcake icing and Skittles got your munchies going again.
>”We love you, man,” they say in unison.
>It made you tear up when they used a smidge of stoner lingo.
“So, I got the munchies, wanna get something to eat?”
>”Nothing is open at this time of night, sorry.”
>Well…fuck.
>Dash hovers away from you and lands back on her chair.
>Pinkie goes back to her side of the bed.
>It was getting a little late, now that Dash brought it up.
>You’ll have to remind yourself to re-up on some snacks tomorrow.
“Welp, ladies, it’s been real, but I gotta go.”
>”Nony, come on, you can crash here, you shouldn’t even be walking around at this time of night anyway.”
“You don’t mind sharing a bed?”
>”It’s cool, silly billy. Why? Are you going to try anything?” Pinkie raised an eyebrow, staring at you with curiosity.
“You have nothing to worry about.”
>She inches her face closer to you, her eye brows arched and eyes studying you for any signs of deception.
>”Okay!”
“What about Dash?”
>”Yeah, I gotta get going, I got work in the morning it’s best that I crash there, closer to my job y’know?”
“Whoa, hold up Dash you know the rules, don’t drink and drive or smoke and fly.”
>”Relax, I’ll be fine.”
>Dash lets herself out and switches off the light in the room.
>You lean on your side away from Pinkie.
>Her bed is way too big for her, but it fits you just fine.
>”Nighty night Nony.”
“G’night Pinkie.”
>You shut your eyes and let sleep takeover.
>Only to have Pinkie nudge you.
>”How was it?”
>You turn over on your other side to look at Pinkie.
>Feeling her nose on your nose scared the fuck out of you.
“What are you talking about?”

>”The movie you and Fluttershy saw, was it any good?”
“Eeh, I’m not really into chick flicks. I barely followed the plot of the story. I would have left and snuck into another movie if I wasn’t with Fluttershy.”
>”Aww that’s nice.”
“Yep.”
>”So, Anon, when are you going to tell me that Fluttershy gave you a nice little surprise?”
“Hold up what?”
>”Nony, I can smell her on you, you two got a little freaky didn’t you?”
“It’s more like she got freaky on me and I didn’t have the will power to stop her at the time.”
>”You told her no and she went with it anyway?”
“Yep, kinda how it went.”
>”And you didn’t tell anyp0ny?”
“No? We were planning on keeping it a secret since it was a one-time thing.”
>”Ohohoho no, you’ve got it all wrong. That was not a one-time thing, I know Fluttershy.”
“Why? Is this something I should be alarmed about?”
>”Yah, watch your back, Nony. Hearts and Hooves Day is coming up next month.”
>Ugh, great. Hearts and Hooves Day, Twilight told you about that day.
>Valentine’s Day on crack. Apparently, it’s a very big deal to have a ‘special somep0ny’.
>Mares move Heaven and Earth to have one.
>Now, considering what Pinkie Pie just warned you about, chances are Fluttershy is going to go crazy.
>Fluttershy has had a taste of you.
>”I get the feeling she’s going to want more.”
“Get out of my head, Pinkie. Stop cheating.”
>”Oh hush up and go to sleep ya big baby!”
>It’s weird, but you did just that like you was under a command.

>The next day, you woke up with Pinkie’s messy mane in your face.
>She was wrapped up like a burrito in a blanket. Fuckin’ blanket hogger.
>Snoring adorably with her nose twitching every now and then.
>You roll her off of you and slide out of bed and trip over something.
>Oh, Gummy, Pinkie’s pet.
>He blinks ‘good morning’ to you.
>You can’t explain why, but you can understand Gummy like he’s speaking perfect English.
“Ha, how ya doing?”
>He blinks once.
“Aww, sorry to hear that. Hey, life will get better. Just take it one day at a time.”
>Gummy blinks twice with both eyes.
“You’re welcome.”
>You walk over to bedside where Pinkie is snoozing away.
“Thanks for letting me crash here,” you whisper.
>”Anything for ya, Nony,” she faintly says, yawning afterward.
>Her morning breath smelled like bubble gum.  Weird pony.
>That was your cue to leave; you don’t want to overstay your welcome.
>Walking downstairs, you saw the Cakes having a cup of coffee at a table talking amongst themselves.
>Reading the vibe of the room, it’s not a good morning for them.
>Walking into the room, you speak up to make yourself known.
“Good morning.”
>Mrs. Cake barely acknowledges you with a nod.
>Mr. Cake raises his cup of coffee.
>”Hey there young fella, interested in some coffee?”
“Well it wouldn’t hurt.”
>He points at the counter where the coffee pot is located.
>You walk over to it and pour yourself a cup, just black, nothing special.
>Shortly after, you pull up a chair next to them and idly sip your coffee.
>You scan their faces and find worry is the only emotion.
“So what’s up? You two seem a little down.”
>Mrs. Cake sighs, shaking her head then chugs her coffee and sets her cup back down on the table.
>”We’re having trouble with our finances.”
“How is that possible Mr. Cake? The place is packed every time I come here, which is as often as Pinkie smiling.”
>The Cakes keep their chuckle to themselves.

>”Be that as it may,” Mrs. Cakes starts. “It’s the money management.”
>”We’ve barely been making profit due to some unpaid debts with rising interest rates.”
“Really now?”
>Mr. Cake places a hoof on his wife’s hoof.
>”Before we got married, I was a bit of a gambler.”
>”More like a heavy gambler.”
>The glare Mr. Cake gave was startling.
>”Anyways, it’s a past I really rather not go down. Point is, nowadays we’re taking three steps forward and four steps back.”
“Oh…shit, man. Bummer.”
>”You said it,” Mrs. Cake says, letting her head hang while staring at her empty coffee mug. “If nothing picks up this month, we’re going to have to close down Sugarcube Corner for good.”
>You gulp.
“F-for good?”
>B-b-b-but what about your munchies?
>What about your glorious Goddess of Sweets, Pinkie?
>Where will she make those sweet treats that always meet your sweet tooth needs?
>You’re both depressed and anger.
“I’m so deprangered right now.”
>”I feel ya young un. P0nyville just won’t be the same. Deprangered is the right Equestrian word to use here.”
>Wait… Deprangered is a word in Equestria?
>Shit, you just got mixed up when you spoke from you still being on cloud nine.
“So what’s the plan for this month? Any promotions of new treats? Maybe you need an extra hand in the kitchen?”
>”Ohoho, dear Anon. We couldn’t afford to pay you; Pinkie already had to take another pay cut last month.”
“I’ll help out for free if you need it.”
>”WHAT?!” They shout in unison, both surprised from your comment.
“Yeah, why not? I mean yeah I got a job, but it’s just filly sitting. Filthy Rich is reasonable stallion, I’m sure he wouldn’t mind me taking Diamond Tiara here after school while I help out.”

>Mrs. Cake has tears leaking from her eye sockets.
>”W-we couldn’t ask you to do that. We’d have to pay you at least /something/ for helping out.”
“Please, keeping my favorite sweet treat place open is payment enough. So whaddya say to that?”
>They look at each other then back at you.
>”When can you start?” They ask.
>Later that day, you had a talk with Filthy Rich about your situation.
>He was excited to say the least.
>He loved the idea of Diamond Tiara going out for change and witnessing a work place in action.
>As luck would have it, he also shares your enthusiasm with the place.
>So, now Monday at three in the afternoon, you’re at the school yard, waiting outside for Diamond Tiara.
>Just in time too, the bell just rang and fillies and foals are spilling out the school with excited shouts and laughter.
>You spot Diamond Tiara instantly, her face with a smile.
>”Oh my gosh, hi Anon!!”
>As bitchy and spoiled as she can be, she’s got a soft spot for you, sadly.
>Her friend Silver Spoon following behind her as they charged you.
>Diamond Tiara jumps up to greet you.
>You caught her thanks to your high cat-like reflexes.
>What you weren’t able to prevent was the peck Diamond gave you on your cheek.
>Which confirmed that either she loves kissing people or has a crush on you.
>Most likely the latter.
>Damn it Dash, stop being right with your stupid theories.
>Silver Spoon stops just short of you, she seemed a little down from not getting any attention.
>”Hey Anon, can I use you for Show and Tell this Friday?”
“Wha? Why Diamond? I hate speaking in front of crowds.”
>”Please? I wanna show off my awesome human filly sitter!”
>Figures.

“I’ll think about it, now let’s go. We’re going to Sugarcube Corner.”
>Both gasp like is a surprise.
>”A treat?! Silver isn’t he the best?!”
>”Like the best ever!”
“Nah, I just got work there is all. Plus your Dad likes the thought of you seeing how ponies work on jobs.”
>”Uuugh, sounds booooring.”
>”Yah work, like eww?”
>Automatically, your engage cool informative parent mode.
“Diamond, c’mon it’s not that bad. Where’s there’s work there’s money, where there’s money there’s freedom.”
>”So?”
>You set her down on the ground next her friend and boop her nose with a finger.
“So, you get a free cupcake and a belly rub if you just behave and tell your Dad that seeing a workplace in action really brings light on how businesses run and how important it is to keep a steady income. Do we have a deal?”
>”Weeeeell-”
“BUT HOLD EVERYTHING! You’ll not only get one cupcake, but two along with a milkshake if you agree in the next minute and go to bed when I tell you to tonight!”
>Diamond nods with a grin then turns to her friend.
>Pointing at you, she says, “see why he’s the best filly sitter?”
>”Do I like, get that too?”
“Sure why not? You’re her friend, it’ll only be fair. Now let’s get moving already, trust me, it’s not bad at all...”


>”I NEED A DOZEN SILLY CRINKLE CUPCAKES WITH EXTRA SPRINKLES AND SHREDED BLACK LICOURICE!”
>Jesus Christ in a go cart, you’d like to punch the fucker asking for all these complicated orders.
>Like seriously, who orders that fucking shit?
>The place was packed with customers flooding their orders.
>Your hands, shirt and pants are ruined with flour and you’re still high off your ass.
>Sweat rolling down your forehead as you prepare for the next order.
>Pinkie is bringing out a tray from an oven behind you.
>She has some protective hat to keep her mane from burning up from the hot tray.
>”HOT PAN! HOT PAN COMING THROUGH!”
>If she didn’t say anything, your elbow would be in pain, you moved out of the way just in time.
>You swear you’re in a fast food place from the pace.
>Since when were Mondays the ‘busy’ day?
>Thankfully, Pinkie already had some ‘Silly Crinkle Cupcakes’ in the oven.
>Pulling them out using custom made mittens (courtesy of Rarity), you get them on table.
>With surgeon precision, you spread icing on the cupcake.
>Then grab the sprinkles that are in a bag.
>At the same time, your grab out some black licorice.
>You dash on the sprinkles and put the red licorice in a whirl on the six cupcakes.
>Pinkie, looking from the other side of the table spots what you’re doing and gasps in shock.
>”Nony! No! That’s the wrong sprinkles, you have to use the special crinkle sprinkles for the Silly Crinkle Cupcake! And you forgot to shred the black licorice in the licorice shredder!”
>You’re too high to understand this shit.
“You wat?”
>She arches her eyebrows in anger for a second; it seems her patience is wearing thin.
>”Ugh, never mind! Here, move ya silly billy, I’ll take care of it. Go get the chocolate glazed doughnuts out of that oven over there.”
>You step out of the way and walk to the oven that Pinkie was talking about.

>”HOW LONG UNTIL THOSE SILLY CRINKLE CUPCAKES?!”
>”FOURTY NINE SECONDS AND THEY’LL BE RIGHT OUT!”
>You’re going death from these mares yelling their lungs out.
>You pull down the oven door; a wave of heat hits you in the face as you reached for the glazed doughnuts.
>With the doughnuts secured in hand, you walk to the front to put them on the display.
>It was relieving to know that it’s not as crowded as you were led to believe.
>Diamond and Silver were sitting at a table, sipping their milkshakes and eating their cupcakes.
>Briefly, Diamond spots and waves hello.
>You give her a smirk and the trademark ‘sup’ nod.
>Placing the doughnuts in the display, you look up at Mrs. Cake who’s at the register.
>Looking at you, she smiles and mouths ‘thank you’.
>And with that, you dash back to the kitchen.
>As you made it into the doorway, you didn’t notice a thick glob of cupcake icing that you stepped on.
>Pinkie was just making it around the corner with her the Silly Crinkle Cupcake order on her head.
>Your foot slides forward and into the air, kicking Pinkie right in her chin with a brutal impact.
>The tray of cupcakes on her head goes flying into the air, causing a loud clang when the tray hit the door frame.
>Mrs. Cake, however remained calm.
>While the cupcakes and tray were airborne, she made her way over swiftly, catching the tray with her head.
>Stepping around with the tray on her head, she catches the dozen cupcakes effortlessly all of them unharmed or damaged.
>Pinkie was knocked out on the ground on her back.
>You got the wind knocked out of your from hitting the ground that won’t be going anywhere anytime soon.

>Looking up at the mare of age, you get a good look at her flank and plot.
>Damn, you don’t mind staring at that all day, her flank round and thick enough to-
>Whoa, control yourself Anon.
>Dude, she could totally be your sugar mama, she makes sugary sweets and she’s at that age, man.
>Boner not now!
>Just sayin’.
>Turning back at you, she makes a sweet giggle.
>”Anon, you need to be more careful, dear.”
>You stutter like an idiot and your cheeks burn.
“U-uhh, y-yeah, you bet.”
>What you learned today:
>Mrs. Cake couldn’t be friendlier when you fuck up.
>She is a total ninja.
>Pretty thick for a ninja, actually.
>Now, judging from her size and attitude…
>She’s just one big friendly ninja.
[spoiler]~[/spoiler]

>Closing hour took its sweet time arriving on the clock.
>It’s eight in the evening and you’re glad you have an extra set of clothes.
>Pinkie suggested the idea, saying that things were going to get messy.
>You checked the front and find Diamond and Silver sleeping in a corner booth.
>Aww, so cute…
>For fucked up spoiled little brats.
>But you guess they can be cool.
>You and Pinkie were just finishing cleaning up in the kitchen.
>She had a little ‘x’ band-aid under her chin, occasionally she would rub it to make sure it’s there.
>She was in the middle of throwing away eight cupcakes, until you stopped her.
“Whoa, what are you doing?”
>”They’re not fresh Nony, they have to go. Nop0ny is going to buy them.”
“Whaaat? Nah, I’ll take em. Put em in a box for me.”
>”Really?”
“Yeah why not? I gotta get my fix somehow.”
>She shrugs.
>”Eh, okay.”
>You walk over to her as she approached a table that has ready-to-go boxes.
>Rubbing the back of your neck, you chuckle nervously.
“Hey, look, I just wanna let you know I’m sorry, I was a bit of a fuck up today.”
>She looks back at you, you weren’t sure what she was thinking, her face is hard to read at the moment.
>”Don’t worry about it, you’ll get used to it.”
“And the kick in the chin thing I-“
>”Nony, don’t worry your head silly billy, I’m okay! It only stings a little!”
>This poor little mare.
>She puts the cupcakes into a white ready-to-go box and hoofs it to you.
>”There ya go!”
“Thanks, well, I gotta go change then get Diamond and Silver back home.”
>”You do that, I’ll finish mopping up the floor.”
>You walk upstairs to her bedroom to get your extra clothes that are kept in a bag.
>Quickly, you change into the clean clothes before someone gets a free peep show.
>It was only some jeans and a t-shirt, the casual stuff.
>You were in the middle of tossing the dirty ones into a bag when Pinkie trotted in.
>Just as you were about to carry the bag, Pinkie speaks up.


>”You can keep your work clothes here, I’ll wash em’ for ya!”
“Really? Cool.”
>”Mhm, won’t be a problem.”
>You shrug your shoulders, grab your box of sweets and head out of her room.
“Well alright Pinkie, catch ya in the A.M.”
>”Yah know it shota, respect brodah.”
>Oh Pinkie. So silly.

>After getting Silver home, it was just you and Diamond walking under the moonlight.
>The two were sharing the box of cupcakes while you walked.
>”Anon, remember when you fell on your ass?”
>You look down at her, not evening flinching at her using language like that.
“I’m trying not to.”
>”Well, it was funny. Are we going there after school every day?”
 “Probably.”
>”Neat, I guess I was wrong about it being boring.”
“Yeah, yeah.”
>You arrived at her place of residence, having a fancy gate with the initials ‘FR’ as it’s emblem in the center of the gate.
>It opened when you two approached it, the front yard the fresh cut grass having a rich green to it.
>There was a statue of Filthy Rich and Diamond standing together in the center of the lawn.
>The walk to the mansion wasn’t far, but you’d rather drive.
>It looked like no one was home except for the maids and cook.
>When you arrived at the door, you almost forgot that you had keys to the place.
>You shove your hand in your right pocket and fish around your phone, lighter, small bag of weed and joint papers.
>Finally you grab the keys and sift through the keys on the key ring.
>Seconds later, you jam in the right key and turn.
>The door unlocks and you walk in.
“We’re back!” you shout to anyone who’s listening.
>No response.
>You shrug and take off your shoes at the door then walk to the living room, Diamond closes the door behind her then follows you.
“Hey Diamond, you have homework?”
>”Finished it all at school.”
“Well look at you getting ahead of the class.”
>”All thanks to Silver doing it for me.”
“That’s fucked up man, how can you expect to learn anything like that?”
>”I know, I just don’t want to be bothered with it.”
“Well, can’t blame you there.”
>You place the box of cupcakes on the coffee table then have a seat on the couch and lean back.
>Diamond joined you by jumping on your lap.
“Whoa! Nope!”

>You pick her up, instantly she giggled as a school filly should.
>She looks into your eyes, smiling all the while.
>For a spoiled bitch, she’s pretty adorable.
>You set her down on the couch adjacent to the one you were sitting on; she’s still laughing like she just been tickled.
“Alright, you stay there.”
>You turn around and plop up on couch, closing your eyes, you relax.
>And then you felt filly flank land on your crotch area.
>You groan when you opened your eyes again.
“Didn’t I just tell you to stay on that couch?”
>”I want my belly rub, now.”
>You slap yourself internally for making that part of the deal.
“Alright. Fair enough.”
>You she lies her head in your lap and you get to rubbing.
>In the back of your mind, you’re hoping Diamond doesn’t try anything.
>Dash’s theory only seems to be coming true.
>Running your hand up and down her belly, she looks at you with a pleased grin and pinker cheeks.
>Feeling her warm, soft fur relaxes you from a tough day at Sugarcube Corner.
>Ugh, what the fuck did you get yourself into?
>Free cupcakes at the end of the day, that’s what.
>And another chance to see Mrs. Cake.
>Bitch got some ass on her flank.
>So damn pudgy, who wouldn’t want to hit tha-
>Okay, stopping there, back to Diamond Tiara.
>The last thing you need is an erection that’s going to be poking at the back of this filly’s head.
>From what you can tell, a belly rub might help her get to bed on time.
>But looking at how her back legs just quivered and squeezed together, you think it might be best to stop.
>”L-…lower.”
>Great.
>You reach for your phone in your pocket to check the time and see how much longer you got to put up with this.
>Pulling it out, your lighter, roller papers and back up dank are pulled with it.
>The lighter hits the floor, causing a click from plastic hitting wood.
>Diamond looks down and see’s the lighter.
>”Hey, what’s that?”

>You engage panic mode, a filly shouldn’t be fooling with this kind of stuff.
>You reach for it, only to have your back up dank (which is just some Cloud Trotter) and rolling paper join it on the floor.
>”What are those?!”
>Ugh, you’re stepping left and right into it today.
>With haste, you put it back in your pocket and act like nothing happened.
“Don’t worry about it.”
>She rolls over on her stomach, sitting up to face you, a hoof lands on your chest. Her smile down-right creepy.
>”Not so fast! Show me, what was that?”
“My… medicine.”
>”You need medicine?”
“It’s more of a recreational kinda thing, helps me relax after a stressful day.”
>”Oh cool! Can I try some?”
>A filly smokin’ dank?
>Wat son?
“Yeah no, you’re too young for that.”
>”I am not! Silver lets me try her medicine all the time in my room, usually I end up passing out and we both wet the bed, but it never smells like pee which is weird, but still.”
>Oh, honey…
“Still too young kiddo, trust me.”
>”Ugh, fine. I’ll just have to settle for something else.”
>She taps on your belt buckle at an annoying constant pace.
>”Undo it. Now.”
“Okay, you’re WAY too young for that, it’s not-“
>”But hold everything! I’ll tell Daddy you touched me in my no-no’s if you don’t let me have neither of them!”
“But if you do that, you’ll lose your best filly sitter which means you won’t have a human filly sitter to show off on Friday.”
>She raises a hoof to protest but stops.
>”… Shit.”
“I’ll make you a deal okay?”
>She squees in delight.
“One day, you’ll get to try the medicine. When you’re older okay?”
>”How old do I have to be then?”
“Twenty.”
>”That’s gonna take Fooooreeever!”
>Exactly, dump spoiled bitch.
“Sorry, man.”
>”Hey what about…?”
>Her eyes shift down to your crotch area then back to your eyes.
>You’re going to have to lie your ass off here.
“If you can reframe from trying to get into my pants until you’re eighteen, we’ll talk about it alright?”
>”You mean that?”

>Bitch, fuck no. Go die in a hole.
“Yeah, sure.”
>”Promise?”
“Of course. But how about we not tell anyone about this little deal?”
>”Okay.”
>Whew, she’s future Anon’s problem now.
>Ha, good luck fucker.
>Wait…that’s going to be you.
>Ugh, fucking past Anon, what a douche.
>Might as well enjoy the cupcakes he managed to nab.
>You reach over and grab the box.
>There was only one left.
>That’s the thing about eating anything; you see a box full of treats and smile.
>Yet on the inside you’re sad a little knowing that you’re going to be gone.
>The saddest moment is looking at the last treat.
>You know it’ll bring pleasure, but only for a temporary moment.
>Made from those who put a lot of effort into it in hopes to bring joy to the consumer.
>Then poof, it’s gone, waiting to be shitted then flushed to the depths of hell.
>It’s a tragic journey for masterpieces of food; they all have the same final destination.
>Pfff, you’re high, shut up Anon.
>Shaking your head, you reach into the box and grab the last cupcake.
>You look over at Diamond.
“Shouldn’t you be in bed?”
>She shakes her head ‘no’ violently.
>”I don’t wanna, I’m not tired!”
>Another internal slap comes across your internal face.
>Giving sweets to a filly in the evening hours only means they’re going to be hyper.
>You gave her the most potent sugary sweets from Sugarcube Corner.
>She’s going to be up for about midnight.
>Meaning you’re going to be using up all your time and energy to not only get her bed, but keep her in bed.
>Ugh, fucking past Anon, damn him and his deviously cunning plans to give you hell.
“Sorry Diamond, you don’t have a choice.”
>You get off the couch, picking up the spoiled brat with you.
>”Hey! Put me down!”
>You ignore her shouts and her hitting your back.

>Kinda feels like a good massage.
>In a blur you make it to her bedroom upstairs, her door to her bedroom already open.
>Walking in, you take a gander of her room.
>The room is very spacious, but you wouldn’t know it from all princess stuff she has lying around.
>To your left was Diamond’s little make-up station, loaded with a mirror and other make-up shit she’s too young to need.
>To your right was her bed, made up, pink covers and pink pillows with a tiara for graphics.
>On the wall where the head of the bed is located is a poster that has the words ‘prettiest princess’ with girly font.
>”No! I’m not sleepy! Fuck sleep!”
>Ha, she won’t be saying that when she’s old enough to have a job.
>Knowing how Filthy Rich feels about working, he’s going to force her to have one.
>You set her down in her bed then turn around to the door.
“Go to sleep.”
>”I hate you! Fuck you and die!”
>Damn, that hostility.
“Diamond, you need to chill. Stick with our deal, okay?”
>”UGGGH!”
>You walk out and close the door behind you.
>Leaning against the door on your back, you groan, hoping that’ll be the last you’ll see Diamond tonight.
>You still have to wait for Filthy to show up; chances are he’s going to come in later tonight.
>It’s only nine in the evening, he usually shows up around ten.
>But you remember him telling you that he might be a little late tonight.
>Great, which means your high ass is in this mansion with nothing to do and you’re still hungry.
>Wait, you’re in a mansion and you’re still hungry.
>Chances are there could be some food in the kitchen.
>Pff, duh Anon.
>KITCHEN RAID!

>After ten minutes of checking the kitchen you are reminded why you never bothered in the first place.
>Usually by this time of night when filly sitting, you’re not high, you usually do your smoking on weekends now.
>And seriously, fuck ponies and their daily diet of veggies.
>That’s all you can find in the fridge, a bunch of vegetables and fruit.
>So you have no choice but to get an apple.
>You looked in every pantry you in the kitchen, nothing but healthy bullshit.
>You close the fridge door, taking note of the magnets on it that hold up Diamond’s drawings at school.
>Just a drawing of her being worshipped while she sat on a throne.
>Not bad for a filly.
>But the paper the drawing is on is a little crooked.
>You lift one corner of the paper and suddenly you hear a click occur at the panty you just looked at.
>Out of curiosity, you walk over to the panty and open it.
>Your jaw drops in shock.
“H-how?”
>You are in paradise.
>Before your eyes, you see bags of chips, boxes of candy bars and other legit munchies food.
>A note from Filthy was one a bag of Hays chips.
>You snatch the note to give it a read.
>The note read: Don’t eat any of this Anon or you’re fired.
>You feel tears coming on.
>The irony is overwhelming.
“Food, food everywhere, nor any bite to eat.”
>God, must you be so cruel?
>You flip the note to find more writing, so you give it a read.
>You smiled.
>It read: Just kidding, help yourself, it wouldn’t be right for you to starve while you’re fillysitting my daughter. Enjoy, good sir. All I ask is that you don’t touch the Giggly Goo Taffy, that’s mine and Diamond’s favorite.
>Oh… sorry about that God, you ol’ joker.
>It was at this time when you heard Diamond opening her bedroom door and slamming it.
>”ANON I REFUSE TO SLEEP!!”
>Looking up at the ceiling, you frown.
“You give with one hand and take with the other.”

End of part 5