Pinkie Pie Creepy Novels & Stories

Tiffany was giving us a pie. "This is for your sister! I'm glad you have companion on this house!" I grinned at Tiffany and I didn't forget how Andrea acted as if they're close and shouted 'hey, tiffany!', wait till Tiffany changes, Andrea. It was a pecan pie and before I closed the door I heard some clucking sound coming from the outside. "What's that?" "Probably some wild animal." Tiffany blocked the door and put her hand on the threshold. She's trying to not let me see it.

"Pests." "Pests?" I asked, beginning to reach out a hand towards it as a twinge of emotion hit me as I remembered another time and place where a certain broody prince had called another creature the same thing. "I wouldn't." Vladimier warned, snatching my hand back just as the pixie snapped at my fingertip. "They like to eat flesh." "Flesh?" I asked, my eyes growing wide while I watched the pixie snarl and gnash its teeth at me again. "Then why the hell are they here?"

She laugh witch like. I cringe. She's all friendly, mom to my closet friend hermione. She also appear all younger and way healthier than her age but she sure is creepy. She creeps and scare better than cockroaches. I shiver. My shakey tooth grit and collide themselves. Goosebumps surround my skin. This explains how creepy my very thoughts and imagination picture her. She wriggle my palm. She though creeps me but actually assure my safety. She assures non watches.

"Here, Dina. Take this pie. You can have it instead." "Lensley…" Lensley wiped my tears with the hem of his shirt. Then he slowly pulled me to s sitting position. "I'll feed you. Say ah, Dina. Say ah." Carefully opening my mouth, Lensley pinched a piece of the killer smell apple pie and slipped it into my slightly opened mouth. The exotic taste of the pie was like the drug that I had been waiting to get. I grabbed the rest of it from my brother's hand and stuffed them into my mouth. Even the crumbs on the bed, I made sure they were all gone. When I was done, I stared at Lensley who sat there gazing at me all the while I was forcing the pie in my mouth.

Pops explained. “Wow, I'm just glad she's OK,” I sighed. “You're lucky she did not see your face,” G-pa added. “You're right — I'm lucky that neither of them remembers my face.” That would be complicated. “Yeah. But Pebbles seemed a bit off,” G-pa pointed out. “How so?” Pops asked. “She seemed frightened of someone, in particular, finding out that Harrison tried to rape her — but who is that someone?” “Wait! Pebbles? Isn't that Sinister's granddaughter you told me about, Pops? — I did not know she's African American.”

“You’re with me. No one is eating you.” River snorted. “That’s debatable.” Jane pointed a finger at him without looking his way. “Say one more thing and I’ll hex your entire wardrobe to smell like rotten peaches.” River paled. “You wouldn’t.” She turned slowly. “Try me.” He shut up immediately. I whispered to Jane, “What’s wrong with rotten peaches.” She whispered back, “Their scent attracts goblins.” River heard that and let out a sound that was not human.

Amy’s POV Something was going on. Something I didn’t understand. People were murmuring to each other and occasionally gazing at me. Was I paranoid? This had happened to a human at school, all because she had a fondness for snacks between meals. Suzie’s a renowned pie maker these days. At least she was. They’re not sniggering any more. Someone asked Chrissy in a loud voice if there was any Sharon fruit, to general titters. I didn’t get the joke. At least not until later when she knocked on the door to our Suite.

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.

she moaned as she sank back on the counter. "Ooh, ooh, you have to try my cherry pie, Mr. Stone," gasped Linda. The black-haired girl was bent over the counter next to her friend. She shook her rump, a flour handprint on her ass. "You're going to love it. Just plunge on it." "Fuck," I groaned and rose, my cock sliding out of Kaylee's mouth with a wet plop.

I got you before so I'll get you again. Zack's Pov. That woman is annoying. Why did she come back here? We are here at the bar today with my friends. Many women seduce me but I don't budge. I won't shoot women until I've finished what I'm doing to Angel as if my monkey friends dare. "Dude what's up with the sweetness prank of a ZACK ERVIN, does it work?" crazy question of Zyrone. "Of course. Because we know that woman really likes me hahaha," I replied proudly to them.