//------------------------------// // Locked in the Sweets Shop // Story: The Girls of My Life // by Wildcard25 //------------------------------// It was late Saturday afternoon at Sugarcube Corner, Spike had offered to help Pinkie and the Cakes. Business was booming as usual, until Mr. Cake spoke up to the two younger workers, "Pinkie, Spike, we'll be closing up soon." "Ok." Spike answered. "We just need to take care of some things and we'll be out of here." Pinkie added, as the two were working the kitchen. After Pinkie and Spike finished cleaning up the kitchen they stepped out of it, "Ok, we're done." Spike said, until they saw the lights were all out, and the place was closed up. "Where is everybody?" Pinkie looked around. "Place is closed up, Pinkie." Spike noted, "And it looks like the Cakes left as well." "Then we're locked in here!" Pinkie gasped. "Don't you have your own key to this shop?" Spike asked hopefully. "No," she answered, "I've always left before them so I never thought I needed one." Spike face faulted, "Terrific," he said in sarcasm, until a thought came to mind, "Wait a minute! I'll call my parents and tell them about our situation. Then they'll call the Cakes and have them get us out of here." he went for his cellphone, only for Pinkie to grab his arm and hold it down before he could dial. "Are you crazy?! Do you know what this means for us?" "That we're locked inside a sweets shop that won't open until tomorrow morning, and our families will be worried to death about us?!" he asked rhetorically, "Yeah, I know what that means for us." "Don't be so negative, Spike. If you think about it, this gives us the perfect chance to have a last minute slumber party here!" she beamed. Spike couldn't help but smile, "Always looking for the positives even in the worst of times." "I try." Pinkie grinned. "Still, what will our parents say when they realize we aren't home?" "Simple, we'll tell them we each went to each others house afterward because we wanted to spend the night and catch up on stuff." Spike blinked his eyes, and asked, "Will your family buy that?" "Of course." she smiled. "Well, good for you. I just hope mine does," Spike said, as they sent the texts to each their families. When they got responses, they saw both families believed their child's lie, "They bought it." he gasped in disbelief. "See, now about that sleepover?" Pinkie asked. Spike smiled and answered, "I'll find us some flour sacks to use as pillows. "Yay!" Pinkie beamed. Soon enough the two were sitting on the floor of the kitchen with flour sacks, and were in the middle of a game of truth or dare. Spike was in the middle of doing a sing and dance number while wearing only his underwear. When he finished, Pinkie laughed hysterically while rolling on the floor. Spike put his clothes back on, and spoke, "Ok, I did my dare, Pinkie. Now it's your turn." Pinkie calmed down and sat up, "Ok, Spike. You dare me." "All right, Pinkie. I dare you to do that one exercise from the cartoon movie with that bear." Spike dared her. Pinkie spoke up, "Is that all? Spike, no offense, but I come up with better dares." "So you'll do it?" "Of course." Pinkie got up and began doing a toe touching exercise. It was all going fine for her, but when she turned around and continued her toe touching, all of a sudden her skirt snapped off and fell to the floor, while her butt was aimed in Spike's direction, giving him a full view of her pink panties. "GAH!" Spike fell backwards. Pinkie realized this, giggled, "Whoops." "Please tell me that doesn't happen often with you?" he asked hopefully. "No, this was the first." she said, while casually standing with her skirt around her ankles. "Well, could you pull your skirt back up?" Spike requested. "Why, it's not like this is the first time you've seen my panties." she replied, recalling their final night up at the Principal's cabin. "That was under different circumstances." Spike reminded her. "Oh, ok," she pulled her skirt back up and redid it, "So what was I on?" she asked, until she lifted her shirt up a bit to look down at her belly and felt it rumbling, "Ooh, I'm getting a rumbly feeling. This calls for something sweet." "Like what?" Spike asked. "We have plenty of leftover stuff we haven't sold today," Pinkie said, while looking in the fridge and pulled out a batch of cupcakes, "They normally give the extras to me." Spike took a seat at the kitchen table and had a cupcake, and suddenly saw Pinkie down the rest. When she was done she gained a balloon like belly that was peaking out from the bottom of her shirt, and she began rubbing it, "Oh, it's kicking." "And here I thought you never gained weight," Spike said in surprise, as he rubbed her belly playfully, 'Wow, it feels even softer than Applejack's,' he thought. When he heard a giggle come out of Pinkie Pie, a thought crossed his mind, 'Payback.' he then began tickling her exposed belly. "Spike, what're you doing?!" she laughed. "This is for all the times you've tickled me in the past." Spike answered, as he continued his tickle barrage. "It wasn't personal!" Pinkie laughed, while trying to stop him, but wasn't able to pull herself together. After awhile Pinkie was laying on the floor with her head pressed up against a cabinet, as Spike laid his head on her big belly, trying to sleep, until a noise woke them both up. Spike lifted his head up and both saw it was once again Pinkie's belly. "Don't tell me after those cupcakes you're still hungry?" Spike asked, before he did a face palm, and asked rhetorically, "What am I saying? I'm talking about you." "Yeah, guess it's time for my monthly midnight snack." she said before going back to the fridge and pulled out one of the spare cakes they hadn't sold and sat it down by them and began eating. Spike watching Pinkie got an idea, and pulled her head onto his lap, "Spike, what're you doing?" "Relax, and enjoy this." he took a spoonful of the cake and fed it to her. When Pinkie ate it, she smiled, and spoke, "Thanks. Let's keep doing this." Spike smiled and fed her another piece and then to himself, until the cake was done. When they finished Spike saw Pinkie's belly looked more bloated than before. Spike spoke up, "Uh, how do you feel, Pinkie?" he asked hoping she wasn't feeling sick enough she was going to barf it all up. Pinkie hugged her extra big belly, "Like a cute stuffed animal!" she nuzzled her belly. "I know you're not like Rarity, but I'm surprised you have no problem with your new body fat." Spike said in surprise. Pinkie answered, "Well, Spike, like my Granny Pie always said," she spoke like an elderly woman, "The bigger you are just means there's more of you to love." Spike smiled, "Well, I love you." suddenly he found himself pushed against the wall by Pinkie's belly. "Oh, you do, do you?" she asked flirtatiously while batting her eyes. "Uh, yeah," Spike answered, not expecting this, "I love you like I love the other girls." Pinkie smirked, "I know that, but I want to show you how much I love you." she puckered up, and moved into Spike who had no way of avoiding the inevitable kiss and just readied his lips, until the two connected. They passionately made out, as Spike was still pinned to the wall. As they kissed, Spike could taste the leftover frosting that lingered on her lips and even on the tip of her tongue, making it taste sweet. When they broke, Pinkie stopped using her belly to keep Spike pinned to the wall, and he fell forward into her arms, "That felt great." he panted. "I know, right?" Pinkie asked. Later on, the two were once again lying on the kitchen floor next to each other using flour sacks as pillows. With the kitchen lights out they could sleep better, but at the moment they were lying awake while gazing up at the ceiling. "Spike?" Pinkie asked. "Yeah?" he responded. "Remember a few years back, when someone was sabatoging some of my party plans?" Pinkie asked. "Yeah. I helped you in catching the perpetrator and found out he only did it out of jealousy," Spike explained," He admired the way you'd throw some amazing parties he wished he could do the same just as you. But we showed him he had to be himself and not like you." "I know. Thanks to that we made a new friend," Pinkie smiled, "I remember it so much because you were there to help me when I was feeling down." Spike rolled over to look at Pinkie, as the girl rolled over to look back at him, "I didn't like seeing my fave party girl down in the dumps. You and dismal don't mix well." he explained. Pinkie smiled, "I know." Spike continued, "And I always love seeing you at your best, happiest, and most energetic." Pinkie's smiled brightened, "Oh, Spike." she pulled him into an embrace, as soon she was sound asleep. Spike smiled, as he drifted off to sleep as well. When morning came, Mr and Mrs. Cake opened up the shop, and upon coming into the kitchen were shocked to see both Spike and Pinkie asleep on the floor. "Pinkie?" Mrs. Cake asked. "Spike?" Mr. Cake asked. Spike hearing his name woke up and saw the owners above them. He started nudging Pinkie, "Pinkie, wake up." "Five more minutes, daddy." Pinkie said in her sleep. "Pinkie!" he nudged her harder, until she woke up. "Morning already?" she asked, while rubbing her eyes. She finally looked up seeing the owners giving them a questionable look, until Spike spoke up. "This is not what it looks like." "Yeah, it's not like we did anything indecent while locked in the shop last night." she smiled, while Spike looked at her seeing her choice of words didn't help in the situation. "Do we even want to know?" Carrot Cake asked. "I promise you nothing happened, but despite what Pinkie told you beforehand you may want to give her a key to this place in case something like this were to happen again." Spike suggested, as the couple nodded, still unsure as to what to make of what happened with the two teens.