>"Your going to be this year's director for the Christmas pageant!"
>>25628914
"So Pinks, will I be able to plan the whole thing myself? I think I have some good ideas, and I really wanna surprise people."
>"Ooh, of course! You don't need to talk to me or anyone else!"
>The night of the pageant
>Ponk is the first one to show up"Shalom, Pinkie! I think you'll like the changes I made to your little holiday!"
>>25628914
>Pink Poof is bouncing up and down after her announcement
>You tiredly scratch at your neck.
"But Pinkie, this is a public school."
>"I know!"
"Funded by the state."
>"I know!"
"And there are laws prohibiting-"
>"I KNOW!"
>Pinkie squeals, getting right up in your face
>Those big blue eyes threaten to swallow you whole as your nose is tickled with the seasonal scent of peppermint
>"That's why we're taking part in a super-secret-underground-performance!"
"What, like a black market for theater productions."
>There's a momentary pause before the plucky girl squishes your face between her palms and grins
>"Omigosh that's exactly what it is Nonnapuss. We're dealing in illegal Christmas Cheer!"
"...What the fucking shit, Pinkie."
>The girl tuts, pulling away and wagging her finger at you
>"Now, now Nonnabannana; you're a Christmas Pageant Director now. Baby Jesus wouldn't be too happy to hear you using such foul language."
"..."
>You bury your face in your hands.
"Please kill me..."
>"No you silly, that's not until March 25th!"
>Ugh..
>>25629341
First post and I'm already in love, good job.
Can someone around here please tell me what Hearth's Warming is all about!?
>>25629341
I'm strapped in for illegal Christmas cheer
>>25628914
Alright, someone call Quincy Jones.
>>25628914
>"Good grief."
>>25629377
>>25629459
You niggers, that's all there's supposed to be.
>>25629341
>After a moment of deep thought, you pull your hand away from your face.
"Pinks, is there any way for me to talk my way out of this."
>"No."
"A bribe?"
>"Nu-uh."
"Could I fake a school transfer?"
>"Not a chance, Mister France!"
"What about an actual transfer?"
>"Noperooni!"
>With each response, Pinkie's head bobbles become even more enthused, her smile ever wider
>So you're stuck.
>Fucking Pinkie Pie
>Resigning yourself to the fact that you're stuck with this, for the time being, you sigh
"Fine. What exactly are the expectations?"
>The Pink Wonder adopts a very serious scowl and nods once.
>"Okay. Your mission, having chosen to accept it, is to put on the biggest, greatest, most splendiphorous rendition of the Nativity ever seen at CHS."
>So it's going to be at the school, huh?
>You tap your thumbnail against your lip
"What kind of resources are we looking at?"
>"It's pretty slim, Jim."
"Anonymous."
>Pinkie rolls her eyes and giggles while you smirk
>"Like you said, it's not exactly a legal performance, so we'll have to find our own means of securing funding and the school auditorium."
"Hold on, wouldn't it just be easier to perform this at a church or community center?"
>"Of course it would you goober, but then it wouldn't be ILLEGAL Christmas Cheer! The fact that it's subversive makes it extra Christmasy!"
>That's absolutely horrible logic
>But Pinko will not be deterred.
"So we've got no resources, no venue... script?"
>"Uh, duh, it's the Nativity?"
"Of course."
>You sigh and roll your eyes.
>"BUT IT HAS TO BE-"
"Splendiferous, I know. What kind of creative freedom am I looking at?"
>"Whatever you want, as long as it's under budget."
"A budget we don't have."
>Head bobble.
"Great. Actors?"
>"Whoever you can get."
>You nod and tap your foot a few times.
"Pinkie?"
>"Yeeeeesssss?"
"You just thought of this today, didn't you."
>She gasps.
>"How did you know!?"
>Great.
>>25628914
>been in the pageants at mom's church since I was five till I was twelve
>was in a school play once so I've dot a grasp on direction
>work at a church
sure ponk, why not
>>25629640
>anon directs a nativity scene where baby Jesus has a horsecock and fucks Mary to death
>>25628914
For some reason I have an urge to grab EqG Pinkie and forcefully sniff her armpits.
>>25629640
>You niggers, that's all there's supposed to be.
"Ugh" is not an 'end of story' statement you asschap, of course people will want more.And neither is "Great," by the way.
>>25629341
>>25629640
>Was expecting a Charlie Brown style story
>Get prohibition Christmas
Fucking perfect
>>25629683
>Forcefully
All you'd have to do is ask
>>25629640
"Well, first things first; we need to find a way to drum up funds."
>Tapping your foot again, you make an irritated sound before punching your fist into your palm.
"All right I've got it."
>Pinkie bounces up and down, eyes sparkling as she offers up a manic grin.
>It only grows wider as you point to her.
"From now on, you're my assistant."
>Without missing a beat, she offers up a snappy salute
>"Yes sir! I won't let you down!"
"Good. Now, for finances. How many sweets can you get away with baking before the Cakes cut you off?"
>Pinkie flashes you a toothy smile.
>Two days later you're in the central hallway, positioned behind a table piled high with all manner of cookies, cakes, and sweet rolls.
>Hell, Pinkie even managed to make peanut brittle.
>FUCKING. PEANUT. BRITTLE.
>You sample a little bit of it for the fifth time as you flip the pages back and forth between the Nativity stories Matthew and Luke.
>How the hell are you supposed to make sense of this and turn it into a script?
>Some nobody comes up and pays you ten bucks for a bag of goodies.
>He sees what you're reading, smirks, and tips the brim of his hat just a little before walking off
>Cheeky bastard.
>"Hippononymous."
"Pinks."
>You close the Bible and offer her a smile.
"Great job on the goods."
>"Good job on the greats."
>It takes all of five seconds for Pinkie to realize her joke fell flat.
>"So, how are we doing?"
>Glancing over the lockbox, you give her a small smirk
"We're up about six hundred. Like I said, you're a miracle worker in the kitchen."
>Pinkie colors and smiles, right as a rather foreboding sound reaches your ears.
>Click-clack-click-clack
"Shit."
>"Baby Je-"
>You reach down and squeeze Pinkie's hand, giving her the 'shut up and be quiet look'
>To your relief, she does just that right as Vice-Principal Luna stalks up to the table.
>The echoing sound of her heels stops as she pauses to look over the vast array of goodies laid out before her.
>>25629640
This better end in getting some Christmas pussy, or in going to be a grinch.
>>25629954
>in
I'm
>>25629895
>After humming for a moment, she looks up at you with a stern sneer.
>"Anonymous."
"Vice Principal."
>The attractive thirty-something glances back down at the table.
>Her lip curls as she spots the book in front of you.
>"Doing some light reading?"
>You meet her with an obviously forced smile of your own.
"Nothing wrong with boning up on scripture on school grounds if I keep it to myself, is there?"
>The dark haired woman's face stiffens a little as her smile turns into a scowl.
>"Of course not; but that's not why I'm here."
>Waving her hand across the table, CHS' second raises an eyebrow.
>"What is all this?"
>"They're Christmas Cookies!"
>Ohhhh Pinkie.
>You stomp on the frizzy-girl's foot, and suddenly your heel starts stinging
>Jesus, are those steel-toed boots?
>Forcing a wider smile, you look up at the peeved principal
>She's about to blitz.
>Time for a QB Scramble
"And Holiday Cookies as well."
>Leaning over the table, you smirk and whisper to the Vice Principal
"Among... other things."
>The older woman raises an eyebrow as you fall back onto your heels.
>Trying your damnedest to make your expression unreadable, you hold back a sigh of relief as the Veep begins probing again
>"But why are you selling them out here? On school property? Without clearing your presence first with the office?"
>Let's see, what's a good excuse?
>Veterans?
>No, nobody cares about them at Christmas time
>Refugees?
>No, that's still too hot button
>What about providing low-income families with a bit of holiday cheer?
>Shit, she might make you follow through on that one...
>Best to go with what you know best.
>Locking eyes with VP Luna, you make a grab for a bag beside you.
>It takes a few groping tries, but eventually you wrap your fingers around it
>Taking her wrist in your free hand, you pull it close and deposit the bag into her palm before closing her fingers around it
>The rather unnerved woman glances away first, frowning a little at the bag in her hand.
>>25630005
>"...Peanut brittle?"
"It's not the holidays without a little bit of crunch, right? Why don't you go back to your office and enjoy the sweet taste that only comes at this time of year."
>You put on your smarmiest smirk, hoping she takes the bribe.
>Well, that and that the Vice Principal isn't allergic to peanuts.
>Luna glances between you and the bag, frowning.
>"Sister never lets me have peanut brittle."
>Got'em.
>You reach out, closing her hand again and give her a comforting smile.
"You take that, just as a little gift from me to you. And, if you ever want a little more? You know my class schedule."
>As you wink, you see the Veep bite her lower lip and smile.
>"I'll keep that in mind, Anonymous."
>She turns and click-clacks back to her office
>You sigh in relief.
"Saved."
>"I'll say!"
>You give Pinkie a smug smile and nudge her with your elbow.
"So did you get the stuff?"
>"Did I ever!"
>With a surprising bit of strength, Pinkie hefts the cooler full of egg nog onto the table.
>She flashes you a grin
>"Now we're getting Christmasy!"
>One thing's for sure.
>By the end of the day, you've definitely gotten enough 'green' for Christmas.
>Now for the red.
http://youtu.be/hcEN5C-OMDo
>... Soon
>>25630072
>now for the red
>anon storms into the cafeteria, brandishing an M8 from his backpack
>12 kids
>1 teacher
>>25629683
>>25629884
Imagine how good it smells. A little flowery from her weak ass deodorant, slighty meaty overtones, a little onion seasoning, and a feminine musky punch. Pink girl armpit makes my clit hard.
>>25630140
Can I cum in you?
>>25629253
I'm afraid you won't be planning anything today anonyjew
>>25630072
>It takes the better part of a week for you to finish the script, giving you a little less than twenty days to throw everything together.
>And you don't even have a cast together yet.
"Ugh."
>"Everything good, Nonbo?"
"Yeah, just a bit of pressure."
>Pinching the bridge of your nose, you sigh.
"We've got the cash and the script, but no cast, no sets, and still no venue. I'm going to try and take care of the last one today but..."
>"Oh, right!"
>Pinkie grabs your hand and pulls it away from your face.
>She's smiling.
>That can be either really good, or really awful.
"We still have the money, right?"
>"Uh, of course!"
"Oh good. What've you got?"
>"My sister wants to help!"
>Great.
"Which one?"
>You already know when she pushes her lips together in that way
>And you're already groaning as she sputters out
>"MAUD!"
"Aw, Pinkie!"
>"No, no, you don't understand! Maud's great, and I already told her that she could help!"
>Groaning, you cover your face with your hands.
"Oh Pinkie, why?"
>"Because you made me your assistant director!"
>Fuck.
>Shit.
"Damnit."
>"You're really bad at this Christmas director thing, you know?"
>Pulling your hands away from your face, you sigh.
"Fine. What does she want to do. Be the star? Be..."
>A shudder rolls down your spine as an uncomfortable thought enters your head
"Be... Mary?"
>That awful deadpan, front and center.
>Ugh.
>"No you silly willy, she wants to be in charge of sets!"
>What
"What?"
>Pinkie bobs her head and leans in close.
>"Maud takes the rock of ages very seriously."
>You feel the corner of your mouth tug up.
"So, just sets?"
>"Mhmm, and she'll bring her artsy friends too!"
>Perfect.
"Well, I'll have a meeting with her later to go over my vision. I think she'll get a kick out of it."
>Pinkie nods as you turn away and move down the hall.
>"What about you Annie?"
>Glancing back, you grin.
"I've got a meeting with the school Janitor."
>>25630239
Since no one's mentioned it yet, I'd just like to bring attention to how perfect your Ponk is.
Also, God's work and all that.
>>25630309
Seriously! It's she's there
>>25630309
You right
>TFW this fucking thread
Fucking kek
>>25630239
>It's no secret that money talks, but around the holidays?
>It screams.
>Two C-notes is all it takes to 'convince' the janitor to lend you his spare key.
>The promise to leave it behind with a set of Sunset Shimmer upskirt shots ensures that he's not going to flap his gab too soon.
>Granted, you don't actually have the photographs yet, but you know people
>Speaking of, she might be able to do Gabriel in the performance, provided that you could convince her of course.
>But it also might be difficult keeping the new, goody-two-shoes Sunset quiet.
>Damn.
>You need a cast.
>The Dramas are an obvious choice, but you're not sure that you can deal with too many high-maintenance assholes.
>One or two would be fine.
>Taking out a notepad, you begin scribbling down names
"What about Trixie and... Nolan?"
>The latter would make a pretty awesome Herod the Great, and the former, well
>Mary's going to need to be big and loud for this performance
>In that regard, she's probably the only one who could pull it off.
>Also stage presence, huge plus
"Flash might make a good Wise Dude, and the others just follow his lead..."
>"Having trouble there, Mister Anonymous?"
"A bit."
>The words escape your mouth before the voice registers, and you grimace
>Glancing back at the speaker, you put on your best smile
"Good afternoon, Principal Celestia."
>"Is it?"
>Even pushing (or is she past now?) forty, the statuesque woman is every bit as appetizing to look at as when you first started school.
>Perhaps more so
>Unfortunately, she's also a right cunt at times.
>Like now
>That glare is pretty cute though
>Flipping your notebook closed, you smile
"I think so, the holidays are almost on us."
>"And a break from classes; I'm sure you're looking forward to that."
"Aren't you?"
>The question seems to catch the Principal off guard.
>She makes a frustrated grunt and then renews her glower towards you
>"I'm not opposed to it."
"Well then we both have something to look forward to then, don't we?"
>>25628914
Director eh? Two words.
Body. Horror.
>>25630554
>"I suppose so. All the better when you have a little extra spending money, right?"
>Celestia's cool stare sends shivers down your spine
>Resisting the urge to hiss through your teeth, you force your jaw open and enunciate the best you can
"Principal Celestia, I'm certain I have no idea what you're talking about."
>"I know about the sale you had, Anonymous."
>Shit
>"I also know that it's too late to confiscate your ill-gotten gains."
>Phew.
>"But I know you're plotting something."
>Garbage.
>Throughout it all however, the ups and the downs, you don't flinch.
>Not one little bit.
>There's a moment of silence before the Principal clears her throat
>"So, I'm going to give you the chance to set things right."
"How's that?"
>"Tell me what's going on and there won't be any consequences. You can even keep the money."
>Wow.
>That's a good deal.
>On top of that, you already have the janitor's key, so you could really cause some havoc before school lets out for break.
>But Pinkie...
"Sorry Principal C, I've got no idea what you're talking about."
>You make sure your smile makes it abundantly clear that you're leading her on.
>She doesn't miss it.
>"Fair enough. I suppose we'll just have to do this the hard way. Good luck on your venture Mister Anonymous; whatever it may be."
>With that, Principal Celestia stalks down the hallway, barely holding back her frustration.
>You stand there for a moment longer before shaking your head and laughing.
"I'm getting too into this."
>But, onto the business of the cast...
>>25630736
>Cash: Check
>Sets: Check
>Cast: Check
>Venue: Check
>That just leaves practice and advertising, the latter of which Pinkie has said she'll take care of.
>And with only a week until Christmas.
>Puffing out your cheeks, you sit on the edge of the railing in the auditorium and watch as the cast does yet another run through of the stable scene.
>Flash has managed to get his cues all messed up, and the two shepherds Pinkie suggested seem to spend more time staring at each other than the manger.
"Clam. Digger. C'mere for a minute."
>Lyra and Bonbon look confused for a moment before you motion them over.
>Oh shit
>Bonnie's pissed.
>Putting on a smile, you point towards where Trixie is seated on a stool near the manger
"Listen, I get that you'd rather be in the green room necking, but this is practice time. Save your sheep shearing for after rehearsal, okay?"
>Lyra blinks, thoroughly confused, but her friend gets it loud and clear.
>Completely red faced, she stammers her way through her lines, and even manages to get her spacing right.
>Without anyone to make goo-goo eyes at, Lyra begrudgingly does the same.
>You're nodding your head when Maud comes up and taps you on the shoulder.
"One second."
>You lean forward, reading yourself for Trixie's monologue when the tap comes again.
"I said one second."
>"I have given you exactly five."
>Oh for...
>Turning away from the scene, you look at the dour-faced girl.
"What is it?"
>"One of your wise men is sitting on my rock."
"...What?"
>"Backstage."
>Extending her arm, Maud points to the wall.
>"I spent a great deal of time shaping that rock and would appreciate if it would remain undamaged."
>...fucking autism
>You bring a hand to your face and sigh
"Okay, I'll-"
>"Director! How are you supposed to know how wonderful the GREAT AND POWERFUL TRIXIE'S performance is if you aren't paying attention."
>You groan, bringing your other hand to your face.
"I hate you Pinkie."
>And so another day goes by.
>>25629571
Jesus was green
>>25630922
Reminds me of theater.If only I could talk to my actors like that. We'd have a great fucking performance. And a lawsuit.
>>25628914
>>25630922
>December Twenty-Fourth.
>Five-Thirty A.M.
>Your phone rings.
>One bloodshot eye creaks open as you grope tiredly for the irritant, pulling it up to your ear.
"Hell-"
>"What the hell is this!?"
>Your eyes open fully at the sound of the voice on the other end.
"Vice, Principal Luna? How do you have this number?"
>"We confiscated your phone for a week at the beginning of the year, remember?"
>You wet your lips and frown.
"So, you saved my cellphone number?"
>There's an awkward pause before the Veep coughs
>"That doesn't matter! I'm calling you because a concerned citizen has posted a picture of a flyer to the school's social media account!"
>You take a deep breath and sigh.
"Oh no..."
>"Ohhh, yes."
>Luna's tone is full of venomous warning.
>"Apparently, there is going to be a Christmas Pageant going on at CHS tonight."
>Shit.
>"Is this what you've been doing for the past month?"
>You don't say anything.
>By this point, you don't really have to.
>"Peanut brittle."
>The Vice Principal practically spits the words.
>"I got bought off with PEANUT. BRITTLE."
"To be fair, it was really good."
>"That is besides the point!"
>Sighing, you slide yourself out of bed and begin to pull on your clothes.
"All right, so the secret's out. What do I have to do to make sure that this goes off without a hitch?"
>"What?"
>There's a lengthy pause before Luna laughs.
>"You, you actually think that you're going to be allowed to go through with this? When my sister wakes up, she is going to put the entire building on lockdown. Nobody is going to go in our out!"
"We've put a lot of time into preparing for this. I'm not really in the mood to let everyone down after all that work."
>"You're insane."
"A bit. That's probably why I got pegged for this job in the first place. Would you be willing to help me make this happen?"
>The line goes quiet as you struggle with your shoes in the dark.
>Finally, the Vice Principal speaks again.
I GOT YOUR PAGEANT RIGHT HERE!
*unzips dick*
>>25631162
>"You realize that after tonight, regardless of the outcome, I will own your ass for the rest of your high school life. That's if I'm feeling generous enough to let you go once you graduate."
"I kind of figured."
>"You're okay with that?"
"For a bit of illegal Christmas Cheer?"
>You grin.
"Absolutely."
>"...I hope it's worth it."
>The line goes dead.
>You click through your teeth, chuckling as you shake your head.
"A damn fool."
>Pulling up Pinkie's number, you dial
>It rings twice before she answers.
>"Mm, Anon?"
>Woah.
>Pinkie, tired?
>That sweet but scratchy sound.
>Hello boner.
"Morning Pinkus. We've might have a problem."
>There's a rustling of bed sheets.
>"What's going on?"
"Nothing we can't handle, I think. Just wanted to let you know that things might go ass-end up."
>"Nonny, it's Christmas."
"Right, sorry. It might go sideways, but I'm doing what I can to prevent it."
>"You need my help?"
"I need you to make sure that everyone's on campus by eight tonight so we can start at ten. If it works, it works, right?"
>Pinkie gives an affirmative grunt.
>"Okay Anonormous."
"Pinks, that doesn't even make sense."
>"Of course it does."
>The girl on the other end giggles.
>"Because I know you always come up big when it counts."
>There's a slight wrenching in your chest as you chuckle.
"All right, see you tonight."
>"Yup!"
>You hang up.
>And slouch back as far as you can.
"What a mess."
>>25631270
Might want to pastebin this, just incase
>>25631333
The trips speak the truth
>>25631343Although I'd be fine with capping it desu
>>25631270
>Christmas Eve
>Nine Fifty-Five P.M.
>You stand off in the wings with Pinkie
>Beyond the curtain, you can hear the heavy drone of loud yet indistinct conversation.
>Bouncing on the balls of your feet, you cast your eyes back towards the door behind you, waiting for the Principal to come bursting in at any moment.
>But it never comes.
>Instead, a small yet warm hand finds its way into yours and squeezes.
>As you turn back to her, Pinkie flashes you a winning smile.
>"You seem pretty jumpy."
"Clever."
>Settling your feet, you take a deep breath and sigh.
"So, word got out."
>"Apparently someone didn't like that we're using the space."
"Tough titt-"
>Another squeeze of the hand.
"...noogies. We're here, so we're going to do it."
>"You're right about that. Everyone's going to blown away when they see what you've done with the story."
"Not just me though, you too. You and everyone."
>Pinkie giggles and squeezes your hand again.
>"It's ten."
>You smirk as confidently as you can manage.
"Well, let's start the show."
>The two of you hurry past the curtain
>A light bursts down from the heavens, illuminating you both as you stand on front center stage
>It's blinding
>Just as well, your heart is thudding away in your chest
>If you actually had to look out over this throng, you might piss yourself
>Even still, as you open your mouth, you feel your throat tighten up, and the words fail to make it out
>In short, you croak
>A ripple of laughter starts towards the front of the audience, but before it can spread, Pinkie throws up her free hand
>"Happy Christmas Eve, everybody!"
>You don't need to be able to see that smile
>It's plainly apparent in her voice
>Bright, brighter than the light shining down on you
>A murmured response greats the enthusiastic girl
>"I know a lot of you are really curious about tonight's performance, but let me tell you right now, it's like nothing you've ever seen before!"
"That's right."
>You force a smile, swallowing your fear.
>>25631444
"It's been quite a busy time for us preparing, so we hope that you enjoy the show as much as we have practicing it."
>As you speak, your confidence grows, and your smile becomes genuine
"Now, so you're aware, this isn't your usual Nativity story. But it isn't my place to tell you about it; that belongs to someone very important to this story."
>Squeezing Pinkie's hand, the two of you separate and each take half of the curtain.
>The stagehands at either end pull the curtains back, giving the audience the illusion that you are doing it yourselves as the light above you goes out and another comes to life.
>The scenery is bleak, jagged pillars of rock depicted proudly against the backdrop as they burst forth from the ground.
>Likewise, the stones on stage are rough and unforgiving, but she remains seated on one all the same.
>Trixie
>And as the light falls on her, she dons a wry smile and begins.
>"The Wild Times. Ages before my time, a madness gripped the peoples of the world..."
>As you hustle backstage, you find Sunset squirming anxiously in the wing.
>A firm pat on the shoulder is the best that you can give her before giving a small nudge out onto the stage as Trixie finishes explaining the dystopian state of affairs.
>At this point, there's nothing you can do but pray.
>...You don't.
>You have confidence in your team after all.
>And they don't let you down.
>An hour later, Nolan is seated on his throne, sneering.
>"They aren't coming back, are they? Those travelers from the east; they've left me to fend for myself."
>Clambering from his seat, the redhead snarls and throws his arm wide
>"But I, I am king. I shall not be put to the sword by a mere babe. My soldiers! We march on the town, and slaughter all of the children. Leave not a single one alive!"
>The light dims to black as Nolan and the extras march offstage
>The curtain falls.
>All is quiet.
>Then Trixie hurries across the front of the stage, holding a bundle close to her chest.
>And then
>Silence.
>>25631690
>It's after midnight by the time the auditorium is cleared out.
>The actors have already left, exhausted, but you remain behind with the stage crew to tear down any sign of your being here.
>It doesn't take too terribly long, you're done before two.
>Having Maud's autistic strength certainly helped to speed things along.
>And so you stand in the middle of the stage, hands on your hips, looking out over the empty seats as the crew says their goodbyes.
>Pinkie walks up behind you, throwing her arms around your waist and pressing her face into your back.
>Her hair tickles at your neck, and you feel her tired sighs against your spine.
>"So, do you think they liked it?"
"I don't really care. I'm just glad we managed to pull it off."
>Pinkie nods, staying silent for a moment more before speaking again.
>"It's a sad story."
"Parts of it. But there's lots of good things too. The fact that they made it out ought to give people hope."
>Pinkie bobbles.
>"You're good at framing this hard stuff, Anonymous. But I don't feel very cheerful."
>Squirming out of her grip, you turn and face the frizzy-haired girl.
>She looks up at you, slight bags under her eyes, the orbs themselves red with a mix of exhaustion and unshed tears.
>Ruffling her hair, you lean in close and hug her.
"Well you should be. We had a great time doing something we shouldn't have been doing, made a lot of people uncomfortable and we didn't get caught."
>That gets a smile out of her.
>"I wouldn't be so sure about the last one."
"Well, we didn't get caught until we finished what we set out to do."
>Pinkie giggles and hugs you close.
>"It's okay to feel sad at Christmas, right?"
>You rub her back and nod.
"Absolutely."
>Pinkie sighs.
>Her fingers clutch at your shirt
>And a quiet, strangled sob escapes her throat.
>And that's how a far too edgy rendition of the Nativity came to a close.
>It was a nice adventure.
>...Everything after, not so much.
>>25631823
I swear I was tired a second ago, but this woke me the fuck up.
I desire to know
>>25631823
>Principal Celestia had to take a few extra days off after the beginning of the year.
>Apparently, peanut oil had gotten into her coffee on Christmas Eve morning
>She spent most of the holidays swelled up like a potato.
>That didn't stop her from finding out about the performance, of course.
>You were sentenced to a month's worth of detention.
>Others got varying degrees of punishment.
>Sunset in particular was distraught when she had to spend three days away from her friends.
>Vice Principal Luna made good on her promise.
>You've been running errands for her non-stop since you got back to school.
>That's not too bad, but she's quick to correct you when you step out of line, which has made it difficult to do, well, anything.
>The Janitor's not too happy either.
>Apparently he wanted 'Bad Girl Sunset'
>Somebody should have told him those have been out of print for a very long time
>You've taken to not using your locker anymore; some rather undesirable things have been making their way inside
>But really, it's not all bad
>You stand outside in the brisk cold across from Pinkie Pie
>She's bundled up properly, but even behind the scarf you can see her smiling
"Happy Valentine's Day, Pinks."
>As you hand over the flower, she squeals pounces on you.
>The next two minutes are filled with cheek and face kisses, muffled by the cotton barrier in front of her lips
>Finally, you manage a decent liplock, which she pulls away from far too soon.
>"Omigosh, I'm so excited!"
>You offer a confused smile and shake your head.
"Yeah, I can see that; but why? You didn't even let me buy you chocolate."
>Pinkie rolls her eyes and grins.
>"Uh, duh. Because I'm fasting?"
"For what?"
>She gives you a playful slug on the shoulder.
>"For Lent you goof! It started last Wednesday!"
>Oh.
>There's a momentary pause.
>And then her eyes twinkle.
>"Nonnabear?"
"No."
>Pinkie bats her eyelashes
>"Sweetiemous?"
"It's not happening."
>"Have you ever thought of directing a Passion play?"
>Fuck.
>>25631958
God damn this was good
>>25631958
>>25631958
Shit, is it over?
And here I thought there would be a sad ending after the last post. Instead I get the 'I just read a greentext involving the pinkest waifu around and I can't stop smiling' face.
10/10 m8. Just let me know if you have a pastebin or if I'm capping it because I need to go to sleep.
>>25631958
And so it was. Thanks m8s
http://pastebin.com/MjN15dSp
Maybe there's some room for bonus stuff after the fact, but I couldn't make it clop at the end.
>>25632060
That's more or less it, bud.
>>25632050
>pic related
>>25631991
It was fun, even if it derailed entirely from what I intended.
>>25631868
Didn't mean to keep you up m8
>>25631333
>>25631343
You got it.
>>25631194
Things probably would have gone a lot smoother.
>>25631045
This story reminded me everything I hated about HS theater, and why I never pursued it afterwards.
>>25630309
Much appreciated. Pinko is one of my favorites.
>>25630113
Again, probably would have been easier to go with.
>>25629954
I didn't forget you. But I couldn't.
>>25629802
I think it's more fun that way
>>25629781
Don't tell me how to write, mom.but you were right
>>25629681
Probably would have been a laugh riot.
