Pinkie Pie Creepy Novels & Stories

“Well, I do come out only at dusk and feed children sugar.” Zara twirled in her frosting-streaked pajamas. “You’re a sparkle witch!” “A sparkle witch with bad knees,” Mrs. Finch muttered, rubbing her hip. “Now, unless you want this house full of hungry wolves, we’d better finish these pies before the Alpha twins eat the furniture.” Ezren looked up, deadpan. “They already licked the couch.” Mrs. Finch just sighed.

Or maybe she did not want to give me an attitude because Haley was here, and I don’t know whether to be thankful for that or not. I grunted a reply, dropped into the nearest stool by the counter, and reached for a pancake from the growing pile beside the stove. No one stopped me. Jasmine slid the syrup toward me without a word. Her fingers brushed mine lightly. Haley was humming some chaotic pop remix under her breath, flipping a pancake with questionable technique. “So, since it’s Halloween, let’s make it fun,” she said, glancing between us. “What’s the weirdest thing that’s happened to you this year?”

The insect came out and fled. Amelia gasped. Who was this guy? She had never seen someone so....so .....dishy. Amelia salivated as she watched them with jealousy. Oh! They must be dating! "Pinky..it's fine! I said it's gone now!" Morris assured her, hugging her. Pinky's friends glanced at Amelia." I know who brought those horrible creatures out. It's her!" Megan shouted, pointing at Amelia who was barely listening. She was still staring at Morris.. dreamily..still salivating!

“Where we make your sugary dreams come true. Would you like to try our new Lemon-Cranberry Pound Cake?” I raised my hands. “Easy, soldier. I’m good.” “Can I help you?” he asked, tone flat. “Actually, yeah.” I turned on my best charm. The kind that made people lean in before they knew why. Sure enough, the kid tilted forward slightly. I lowered my voice. “I’m not here for cookies. I just wanna know if anyone’s seen anything… weird lately.” His brows pulled together. “Weird?” “Yeah,” I said softly. “Cold spots. Strange smells. Things that don’t make sense.”

After everything that had happened, choosing exactly this costume was almost a mockery of fate. “Did you like it?” I spun, making the dress twirl. “I loved it.” He pulled me close, his hands on my waist. “But I’m going to have to suck you dry.” “Daddy!” Aggy shouted, laughing. “Vampires don’t suck dolls!” “This vampire does.” He replied, and I laughed. The oven timer went off. I went over and took out the pumpkin pie decorated like a graveyard — cookie tombstones, whipped cream ghosts, chocolate spiderwebs. Aggy clapped when she saw it, her eyes shining.

Of course, by doing this, I knew I was ultimately just making a bigger mess, but Molly's panting moan was all I needed to know she had no objections. Even though this was essentially identical to what we'd been doing up in her bedroom, the added flavoring made sucking on her boob all the more delicious. Delicious, but exceptionally messy. Regretfully pulling back, I swallowed the remaining pie in my mouth, all while staring at the sticky mess I'd made around her nipple. Just as I was getting ready to go back in to try and actually clean it up, Molly used her fork to slice off another chunk of pie, and--while making direct eye contact with me--brought it straight to her other nipple. "Oops,"

The alpha female has spoken, and the shame is a reflex. After waiting a few seconds to make sure she’s done with me, I try to leave, but before I can take two steps, an age-spotted claw grips my forearm. “Hold up, Fluffa. Finish these eggs, won’t you? There aren’t enough left to waste the plastic wrap.” A nearby female gasps. Another snickers. Agnes Campbell squints up at me, oblivious to the reaction, as she holds a tray of devilled eggs in a shaky grip. There are three halves left.

Meggy reminded her as she was scooped up and deposited on the countertop. “A little thing you like you?” Patsy asked, shaking her head again. “I don’t think one gingersnap is liable to make you anything, except for maybe a little less sad.” She produced a cookie out of a jar labeled “Flour” and Meggy’s face lit up a bit as she took a nibble, hoping her mother didn’t walk in. “Now, I suspect eavesdroppin’ on your uncle and your mother is a good way to get yourself into quite a bit of trouble, little miss,” Patsy reminded her, looking sternly into her large blue eyes.

I’m literally half her age and I know better. “Sourpuss,” she winks at me. “C’mon, it’s about time you smiled.” When our drinks come, my marshmallows have been melted and whipped to such high peaks it’s impossible to take a sip without painting my face. My mother is checking her phone, and the thought of the Blue Shades man’s scrotum getting hacked off and stored in his loafers has already crossed my mind a few times. All that blood flooding down his crisp, clean pants. Screaming as he grabs between his legs. The eye in my forehead is fluttering under my skin, too dark and too willing to open itself wide. Ready to show me. Always trying to show me these things.

She could hear up to the lake in Palisade Hill and even to an eagle's nest that had a great view of the cliffside and the lakeside. Her sense of smell reached downhill to Maddie's house not far from school. Her mother was making pie, apple flavored - after failing the first 3 times and discarding them in the trash. The woman wasn't a grade-A cook. The pie wasn't fully done too. But either way - it smelt a little tasty. God, Scarlett was hungry. And with a specific appetite. "You doing okay, sport? How are you feeling?" Joshua walked over to the end of Garrix's magic dome.