Hey guys this is a story I am writing. I hope you all like it. I know it isn't a pony story but I want to stray from a ponyverse and create my own. I am doing this for selfish purposes. I really just want to practice writing. If you like what you read following this blog is always appreciated. Tell me what you love, what you hate, what you wish would have happened. It won't change, but the feedback is appreciated... and who knows maybe I will incorporate an idea you have. Any who I hope you enjoy. It is going to be raw, and graphic, violent and romantic. I hope to captivate my readers, so here it goes! <3

"Hey? Sunny? Do yas have ta slam the door that hard?" Angel called out.

Sunny had just gotten home from a long nights work. She rushed over to her friend and took out her purse. She began counting some money, Angel laughed retrieving her wallet and began to do the same. When the two had finished Sunny looked up with a smile, "On three." She began,

"One, two, three, $1,850.00" Sunny blurted

Angel frown and followed shortly after, "I got 980.00. Damn girl, you've been workin hard! Guess breakfast's on me. Where we goin?" she finished.

Sunny smiled reveling in her victory, it had been a while since she made more than Angel in a week. Their Sunday breakfast had become a tradition, and the competition just made it better. After much thought Sunny smiled and declared, "The WAFFLE HOUSE!!!"

She was often times a little spaztic, but in good taste. Angel laughed at her as the pair left to eat. They had sat down and received their menus. The girls contemplated their choices and after a while their server came to greet them. Looking up from her menu Sunny smiled, the boy was handsome, 'Tall dark and innocent.' She giggled silently to her thoughts and licked her lips. "I will have the pecan waffle, with two eggs, sunny side up, with a water. Thanks." She said.

Angel looked Sunny in the eyes and punched her shoulder, "Man you do like your carbs don't cha?" She winked teasing her.

Sunny's face turned red, she knew Angel was skinnier, but that was a low blow. Before she could come back with a witty response the waiter cut in frowning. "I thinks she is very pretty. That was a little rude. She could stuff her face and not be fat, I mean not that you are or anything miss. Oh god I am sorry. That was dumb." His ramblings trailed off.

Angel looked at him, fire in her eyes, she had a temper that flared often. Sunny worried all the time about that, not that it mattered in this moment. Right now it was rather amusing. She laughed as Angel defended herself to him flustering him a little further. When at last she ordered, the waiter hurried off, 'Probably, glad to get away from this table.' She laughed as she teased Angel. Sunny knew she just never let her guard down, how could they really? In the world they had been brought into, how could they ever let their walls down. It wasn't that she understood why, it was that others couldn't. They never could unless they had lived it for themselves.

The pair laughed and shared crude stories about their past adventures. Every now and again they were interrupted by their waiter. It seemed that every time he came over his face had grown a deeper shad of red. The girls paid no mind and continued on. Angel shoved her plate away, "Oh my gosh I am full!" She dramatically exclaimed.

"Wait what? You didn't even eat half of your salad! You liar!" Sunny scoffed.

"No really, I am." Angel insisted.

"Alright, whatever." Sunny said rolling her eyes.

She continued to wolf down her meal, whipped cream smeared on one cheek but she didn't seem to notice. When at last the girls had finished The waiter brought the bill, Angel paid and the pair made to leave, when Sunny felt a hand on her shoulder. "Wait miss, could I perhaps have your number? At least your name? Please..."

Sunny had froze mid step and Angela turned around causing him to flinch slightly. Walking up to her girl, Angel grabbed Sunny's crotch and licked the whipped cream from her cheek. "Mmmmm." She moaned seductively.

Directing her gaze at the waiter she looked at him and bluntly said, "She's my bit of sugar. Got that?"

Sunny laughed, relaxing slightly and moving from the boy's hand. Looking behind her she winked at the innocent face, "Honey, I am not the kind of girl your lookin for. You best forget me."

With that the girls left hand in hand laughing at themselves, their lives, and circumstances.