Ah, home economics, where you are trained to either be a housewife or not to be a complete worthless slob who relies on fast food to live if you are a guy. Still, I liked this class since I got to eat what I made, which kept me awake throughout the day. Plus, the cute girls as well.

If only there was a microbrew or a winemaking class at Canterlot High, I would be in business.

If basketball, family, friends, high school drama relating to girls to fuck wasn't enough on my plate, I decided to add more. Next week was my grandparents anniversary. They were always was so boring! It was a family dinner, a cake, some resaying of their vows, and that was it. I wanted it to be different this year, seeing how they were getting older and we all didn't know how long the had left, either being one year or fifteen more years. Good news if there was anyone in this school that can help me give them something to remember for what little time they had left, it was Pinkie Pie.

Luckily, we were partners for this class. Even luckier, it was a cake making day, and she was always the class favorite to partner up for it.

We were efficient. She was the brains, I was the muscle. I didn't mind that she was going to make it super pink with hearts all over the place, as long as I got a nice, fat, slice of it when it was ready.

"We make a great team!" Pinkie said as we did a high five when that son of a bitch was in the oven. There was nothing to do now but to wait for it to be done and cooled before we got to decorate it. Pinkie had all the decorating stuff out and ready when I was mixing everything, so we had about half of the class to relax .

"Hey, Pinkie?" I spoke up in the last few minutes before the cake was done. It was pink as well, again, not gonna complain.

"Yea, Nonny?" she asked. Nonny was not a favorite nickname for me, but then I don't think she would call me daddy instead.

"How would you like to plan a party with me?" I nervously asked.

"I don't think I can plan your parties, I don't think I can get my hands on alcohol, coke, and condoms," Pinkie snorted.

"No, no" I chuckled. "It's my grandparents. It's their anniversary next week. They're usually small and boring, and I thought we can liven it up!"

Pinkie squealed with joy, she seemed okay with the idea, but one thing.

"I've never done an anniversary party before?"

"It's like a birthday."

"Oh.. okay! how can we plan?!"

"Meet me after school. We can plan at my place?"

"Sure!"

We exchanged numbers and finished the class decorating and eating our cake.

***

It always happened: I bring a girl over, and my grandfather basically fucks her with his eyes and says a dirty joke. Luckily, Pinkie laughed it off like she always does, and was oblivious to the joke to boot.

"He is such a nice guy!"

"Yea, yea he is," I said as I closed the door after she walked in. She sat on the floor cross-legged as I sat on my office chair. she took out a pink notepad and baby blue pen.

"So, we need to get the following!"

It took us hours, but we went through everything that I needed. Balloons, decorations, food. We went through everything a party needed and decided what we were getting, all paid for by me of course. But, being with Pinkie meant using her rewards cards for all the different places to get those party supplies, so I get a discount and it went for her rewards points, a win-win.

During the 'meeting' I also noticed I was winning in another way. She was crossed legged, in front of me, wich allowed me to see up her skirt. She had no panties, so her moist pink pussy was staring at me the whole time.

Oh man!

I was determined to get this done without any distractions or complications that would make her quit, so no moves... not yet anyway. We spent that Friday after school together, getting everything we needed. Party supply warehouse, an actual warehouse mind you, the caters, and then back to her house and the bakery downstairs to place the cake and cookies order.

As she said before, we made a pretty good team. Or she and my wallet did.

That teamwork was on display when the party came. I invited my friends, grandpa's drinking and war buddies, grandma's sewing circle, my family came over, my squad came over with the ribs. It was a large party, over fifty people celebrating the long marriage of my two dysfunctional, but loving grandparents. Sadly, Summer couldn't make it, being out of state for a student conference. But, she did phone in and congratulated the two.

The night ended, everyone said their goodbyes, and my grandparents left to sleep, which at the end it was Pinkie and me to clean up. She knew how to throw a party, she also knew how to clean up. usually, it would take an hour to clean up a fifty person party, we took half that time.

She was nothing but efficient.

"So, now what?" she said, looking at her watch and realizing she had time to kill. Honestly, the family she was staying with, the cakes, would let her stay over at her friend's house, seeing how she was a tenant and not actually family, so they gave her a lot of freedom.

"Well. I don't know.... I see that one of grandpa's friends gave him applejack as a gift, he hates that stuff," I said as I picked up the bottle.

"Applejack is a drink?"

"Yep, pure apple whiskey, made by apples, not whiskey and flavoring... wanna head to my room and share?"

Pinkie shrugged her shoulders. "Sure, I guess. I've never tried it before."

"Neither have i," I said as we walked inside the house from the porch, picking up two clean plastic cups from the table.

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