Emo Pinkie Pie Novels & Stories

cutie pie squealed, 2 of the guys looked at me in awe and without thinking I returned the look with a mouthful of chips. " why are you sitting here " I asked as I gulped down the cola. The fittest one who I called brunette put his feet on the table and looked at me. " can we not baby girl" he asked, a shiver ran down my spine as the pet name registered in my brain, it reminds me of da.............. Crashing my train of thoughts I looked back up a little dazed, cutie pie and blondie didn't notice but brunette did. Leaning closer his face went rock hard .

She asked, smiling. “Nothing,” I chuckled, “absolutely nothing. You're the best.” “Alright, alright. We should order something for that little guy in you, he must be starving.” I chuckled, rubbing my big bump, “yeah, he is.” “Well best aunty's here to save the day. One Choco pie and vanilla pie please.” She said loudly. “Coming right up,” They replied to her. We both chuckled. And a few minutes later our order was dropped on our table.

Her radiant smile illuminated her face, and Mystro felt his breath catch in his throat. Elaine was adorned in a breathtaking pink dress that cascaded down to her knees. The delicate fabric hugged her curves in all the right places, accentuating her natural beauty. The dress seemed to have been designed specifically for her, as if it was made to highlight her best features. It was a shade of pink that mirrored the blush on her cheeks, a color that mirrored the blossoming flowers of spring. Mystro's eyes widened, and he found himself momentarily speechless. He had seen her in various outfits before, each one accentuating her charm, but this pink dress held a magical allure. It transformed her

She stood by the door waiting to surprise Zara. She held a pan of apple pie on gloved hands, wearing a red apron and black toque. She smiled, looking almost like Mickey Mouse. “Welcome, Zara” she was delighted, raising the pan to her face. Zara waved her away and walked out. “Zara!” she exclaimed “I made you your favorite pie. You must have had a long day. “I’m sure you do care” she was now a smiling, solicitous coquette

It was funny because I wasn't the type to have any on a normal day. I walked over and got some. Vanilla with caramel and extra cherry toppings, simple and sweet. The first bite startled me into a laugh, the cold sweetness cutting through my thoughts. I ate slowly, deliberately, letting it melt just enough to be messy. It was funny how I hadn't tried this till now. Afterward, I wandered into a small nail salon, the kind you only noticed if you weren’t in a hurry. The technician smiled politely and asked what color I wanted. I chose a soft pink, neutral, gentle and understated.

I said, looking over at her and smiling. “Thank you girl,” she said as she sniffed. “I....really...,” she hesitated. “I know,” I interrupted her. “I got you.” Poppie smiled a weak smile. She was almost 100% but not quite there yet. I wanted her to be at her best because I knew she would do well. “Thanks,” “You hungry?” I asked. “Yeah,” she responded questionably. “You wanna smoke?” I asked, passing her the blunt I had rolled on the table. “It might help with your appetite.”

“Huh?” “Mom used to make me pink unicorn pancakes all the time with sprinkles that she’d call unicorn snot.” “Unicorn snot? Kacie, what the—“ Kacie abruptly cut me off and replied hurriedly, “It’s just pancake batter mixed with pink food coloring and a unicorn-shaped cookie cutter to create the shape. The sprinkles added a touch of sparkle.” Still puzzled, I nodded and headed to the kitchen. I started making pancakes for my niece and sausage and eggs for me and Kacie.

I latch on the plate of Apple pie Leonid managed to make before leaving for his mission of searching for any clue that can lead me to the assassins. Bringing the plate out, I head to the microwave to nuke the pie. I feel the ginger girl’s eyes on me as I effortlessly lumber to the microwave stead. “Don’t you like the pancakes?” She asks. Heck! This little bitch is becoming something else. I think she wants ultimate attention from me but hell, I can’t bring myself to do that with her. I mute while nuking the pie and she just stares. When she has burn out her energy in the stares, she whirl around and zoom off.

This one was shaped like a little, bewildered-looking logic-drone, made entirely of blackberry and a particularly defiant, flaky pastry. The note simply read: “Heard you had fun. -J” We ate the drone-pie under the twin moons, laughing, our home once again safe from the terrible, encroaching threat of making sense.

“We’ll just get paid and be, ah, on our way . . . ” “Fine, fine, calm the fuck down.” Yanking off his three-fingered paw, Pink Bunny jams a wrinkly hand into a hidden pouch in his costume’s chest. “Look, pizza people, you didn’t see any of this, okay? Total silence.” Neon-pink condoms, a chicken nugget, and a small bag of pills spill from the pocket as he roots around, his hand finally appearing with a moist wad of twenty-dollar bills. “Here. For your trouble.”