Split Personalities

Sunlight just starts to illuminate your room when you decide to get up. The pillow cover sticks to your face thanks to the dried drool down your face. You groggily look around, realizing that you never even bothered to take a shower or remove your clothes from yesterday. Pain lightly emanates from your muscles as you slowly sit up.

You let out a groan of annoyance, “I’m so not looking forward to today…” you say aloud while slowly standing and walking towards the bathroom.

You let out an exaggerated yawn as the bathroom door shuts behind you. After turning on the bathwater to your preferred temperature and waiting for it to fill up, you remove your clothes from yesterday and toss them into the laundry basket next to the tub. After hopping in and letting the warm water drain away the aches and pains from yesterday, you begin planning your day.

“I think I’ll handle Pinkie’s chores first, then after that I can hang out with her for an hour before getting to some of the surprise parties she planned to throw some of the residents here. I hope I’ll be able to grab some lunch in-between party hosting. Oh, I can’t forget about helping Rarity move her dress sets, then I have to make my way over to Fluttershy’s to help tend to her animal pens… That’ll be awkward since she’s so shy, I should expect to come back late…” You end your ramblings with a sigh and a silent prayer, hoping everything goes smoothly.

You soak in the tub for a while longer, making sure you’re nice and clean before draining it and getting out. After drying off, you quickly get dressed and fix your hair before leaving the bathroom. “I should probably just go straight to work; she’s most likely still sleeping, anyway.”

After making your way down the stairs, Mrs. Cake calls out to you. “Good morning, Dearie. You’re up early today.” she states.

You realize that you didn’t even bother looking at the time when you got up earlier. Glancing at the time, you notice it’s just past eight. “Yeah, I have a lot of stuff to do today…”

“Oh, I see. Just don’t try to match Pinkie’s pace, otherwise you’re liable to end up like her.” Mrs. Cake warns as she sets up for the day.

“I’m sure I’ll be fine, after all, it’s only for a day or so…” you say with a small smile on your lips.

She looks at you for a moment before speaking. “Alright, if you say so, but even I have to admit Pinkie does a lot for us and herself, sometimes too much and she ends up running herself ragged or getting sick like yesterday.”

“Yeah… I only just now noticed, like I said yesterday, I plan to help her more.” you explain further, which receives a small chuckle from Mrs. Cake.

“I mean don’t try to do everything she does, but it’s nice to see someone take such burdens on themselves just for her for a change.” she concludes.

“It’s not that big of a deal, I owe her after all.” you say while getting ready to start doing chores alongside Mrs. Cake.

“Oh? That’s the only reason? I thought maybe you were trying to win her heart or something…” she says with a wink and a small laugh.

You can’t help but become a little flustered by her words. “Aww come on, Mrs. Cake, don’t tease me like that. Like I told Mr. Cake, I wouldn’t try anything like that with Pinkie even if I wanted too!”

She simply laughs again. “Oh I don’t think you have to worry about that…” She looks like she wants to say more, but decides against it.

“What do you mean by that?” you ask, genuinely curious.

She lets out a small sigh before going on. “Oh, it’s nothing, Dearie, now you better hurry and get started if you want to finish sometime today.”

“Oh, right!” You immediately get to work washing pans and other baking equipment that piled up from the daily rush yesterday.

It seems to take forever to finish doing dishes despite it only being fifteen minutes or so. However, you can’t relax just yet since now you have to carry flour and sugar bags in from a new shipment. Luckily, you don’t have to do it alone, Mr. Cake is happy to help since he isn’t needed in the kitchen yet. It’s just past ten when you finish all the morning chores.

“I was hoping to have time to relax before having to head out…” An exasperated sigh escapes your lips as you think about heading over to Rarity’s place to help her with whatever she needs. “I hope she wasn’t going to get Pinkie to model for her.” You turn to the Cakes who were still baking away in the kitchen. “I’m heading out now, be back after a few hours.” They wave as you head out the door.

It doesn’t take very long to make your way to Rarity’s home. You knock a few times and wait patiently for someone to answer. After a minute, you hear quick hoofsteps approaching the door before opening. A pure white unicorn with stylish, purple hair stares blankly at you for a moment before smiling and stepping to the side. “Oh do come in, Darling!”

“Thanks.” You quickly walk inside as she shuts the door behind you.

“I take it Pinkie’s still sick?” Rarity asks, concerned.

“Yeah, she wasn’t even awake before I left otherwise I’d assume she’d try to come.” you say as you scan Rarity’s home.

“Oh, the poor dear, I hope she gets well soon.” she adds, clearly worried for her friend.

“I wouldn’t worry about it too much; I’ll make sure she gets plenty of rest as I continue to do everything she wanted to do today.” You give her a reassuring smile.

“Well isn’t that gentlemanly of you to do for her!” She motions for you to follow her.

“Not really, anyone would do the same.” You shrug the complement off.

She chuckles at your modesty. “Don’t sell yourself short, Darling! I know how much she does on a regular basis, so I commend you for trying to do all you can for her. Besides, a mare can’t help but appreciate such determination towards her.”

“I just want to help her out after everything she’s done for me, that’s all.” Rubbing the back of your head, you glance over at Rarity who meets your gaze with a gentle smile.

She gives a nod of approval. “And I’m sure she appreciates it immensely.”

“With Pinkie, that’s a good thing… or possibly a bad thing.” you say, chuckling alongside Rarity who seems to know precisely what you mean.

She directs you to a room full of boxes and mannequins, before asking you to bring the boxes to her workroom while she gets to work on one of her larger orders she’d received shortly before you arrived. The boxes are stuffed full of sewing supplies and other necessities that she needs. It takes a while to get them out of the room and into her workroom, and afterwards she asks you to model a suit for one of her customers. You dislike it, but agree to help her since you didn’t have to be anywhere important right now anyway.

“Oh my, I must admit you’re quite handsome in this suit,” Rarity says nonchalantly as she continues examining you from all angles.

A light blush surfaces on your cheeks. “Uh, thanks, I guess.”

She giggles cutely for a moment. “Darling, you simply must learn to take compliments.”

You smile sheepishly. “Sorry, never had much experience in that department.”

“I see, that would explain a few things…” She looks at you thoughtfully.

You cock your head to the side in confusion. “What do you mean?”

“Oh! It’s nothing Darling, don’t mind my ramblings.” She simply waves off the notion.

You stare at her suspiciously for a moment longer before shrugging it off. “Whatever you say, Rarity.”

“Quite, alright well, I’m finished with everything I needed. Thank you so much for all your help, I really appreciate it.” Rarity helps in removing the suit after you unbutton it.

“It isn’t that big of a deal, I’m happy to be able to help,” you say as you let Rarity take the suit. “Well I think I need to get going, unless you need anything else?” you ask one more time.

“Nothing now, you were very helpful, it’s no wonder Pinkie… er, never mind.” She looks away quickly and places the suit down on a table.

“You’re acting kind of strange, you okay?” You step around her, in order to get a better look at her, with concern.

“I’m fine, Darling. More importantly, shouldn’t you get going?” She asks in a hurried manner.

“Oh, right! I’ll see you later, Rarity!” You say as you hurry out of the Boutique, making sure to pay attention to what Rarity says, expecting to hear a new idea come to mind. Hearing what sounds like a loud sigh followed by “That was close,” you close the door behind you.

Luckily it doesn’t take very long to get back to the bakery. As you return, you see a couple of customers getting their orders, before leaving. As you walk past them, they nod and smile and you do the same. As you approach the counter, Mr. Cake speaks up.

“Did you get everything you needed done?” he asks as he takes some empty cake pans to the sink.

“Some of it, but I still have a lot to do. I’ve got some time to kill so I wanted to come back here for a bit. Is Pinkie up yet?” you explain, wondering if Pinkie was awake, so you could two could talk.

He looks over his shoulder at you. “I’m not sure, but don’t disturb her if she isn’t; she needs her rest after all.”

“Ah, right, I understand.” He’d always come off as a little harsh sometimes when it came to Pinkie, but you were sure he was just being protective.

Suddenly, Mrs. Cake comes into the room. “Dear, you shouldn’t be so hard on him, I’m sure he’s just as worried about her as you are.” she states in a calm, soft voice.

He looks at her for a moment before sighing. “I guess you’re right.”

“Go on, Dearie; if she’s awake, see if she’s up for eating anything. But no sweets for her otherwise she’ll just get sick again.” Mrs. Cake shoo’s you away while she helps her husband clean pans.

You simply nod and head upstairs, hearing what sounds like Mrs. Cake scolding her husband over something, though you couldn’t make out what. As you reach the second floor and walk towards Pinkie’s room, you can hear what sounds like her moving around. “I guess she’s awake after all."

You knock on the door, hearing a dazed sound that you vaguely register as a reply from Pinkie. As you open the door to her room, the sight in front of you makes you freeze in place. Pinkie’s sprawled out and lying in bed, having managed to push her shirt up, exposing the entire underside of her breasts, which look like they could pop out at any moment. A small blush spreads across your cheeks as you stare at her form, still unable to move. She murmurs something, yawning and rubbing her eyes. You watch as she opens them slowly and focuses on you for a moment before smiling happily and sitting up, her unsecure mounds bouncing from the motion as her shirt conveniently falls back down to cover up her slender form.

She cocks her head to the side a little before speaking. “What happened? Your face is all red.” she says in a matter-of-fact and nasally tone.

You rub your face with your hand at a futile attempt to wipe the blush away. “Uh, no reason in particular. So, how’re you feeling?”

“Oh, I’m fine. Just really congested, and the Cakes said I had a really bad cough.” As if on cue, she begins coughing up a storm, making you become a little concerned, but it clears up when she stops and looks up at you again with her trademark grin. As she blows her nose, which also shoots out an unusual amount of confetti, she tosses the tissue into a trash bin, and takes a deep breath. “Hey, can I go outside for a bit? I really want some fresh air and to walk around a bit ‘cause it’s sooooo boring sitting in here all day.”

“Uh, I don’t know if that’s a good idea, Pinkie. You are still sick after all.” you say while walking over to the side of the bed.

“Pleeeeease! Only for a little bit and then I promise I’ll be good and stay in bed!” She gives you her skillful puppy dog eyes.

“Oh come on, Pinkie. That isn’t fair at all!” You say in your head while trying to ignore it, but then she starts whining, causing you break quickly. “A-alright, you win! We’ll go out and walk around a bit. But only for a little while, okay? No games, just a walk.”

Her sad expression immediately reverts to one of extreme joy as she bounces up and down on the bed before jumping out, nearly crashing into you as she races to her drawers to grab clothes. She quickly begins to strip off her jammies without thinking.

You start panicking a little as she starts lifting her shirt. “Pi-Pinkie, wait till I leave before you just start undressing!” you yell while looking away from her.

“Oops, I got excited and forgot, sorry!” She laughs sheepishly.

“Ye-yeah well, I’ll be just outside whenever you’re ready.” You hurry out the door and shut it, not wanting Pinkie to see the blush that reappeared on your face.

As you wait outside the door, you can hear her rummaging around in her dresser grabbing clothes. After a few minutes, she runs towards the door and nearly flings it open. You were happy to see her smiling like her usual self, even if you knew she wasn’t at one hundred percent yet.

“I’m ready! Time for some fun and excitement!” She giggles excitedly while the both of you head down stairs.

“We’re going for a short walk, not playing.” You give her a look that read, ‘Don’t do anything reckless’, which she responds to with an angelic smile you’ve long since learned not to trust.

“I know, but I wanna have as much fun as possible every chance I get, don’t you like having fun?” She asks as you both get to the bottom steps.

“Well yeah, but you recovering is more important.” You give her a stern look. Mostly due to the fact that she can get you to do whatever she suggests if you aren’t careful; she’s had that ability for as long as you can remember.

“But I wanna go and do fun things!” she continues to plead.

You laugh at her whining as you walk past the kitchen. “Hey, Mr. and Mrs. Cake, I’m going out for a short walk with Pinkie.”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea, she needs rest.” Mr. Cake adds as he stops what he was doing.

“But it’s so booooring lying in bed all day, I want to at least get some fresh air, pleeeeeeease!?” Pinkie begs.

“Oh come now, Dear. It’s just for some fresh air, and I know he’ll watch over her.” Mrs. Cake steps in to calm her overprotective husband down. “Just don’t let her do anything that might hinder her recovery.” she says with a gentle, motherly smile.

“I promise to keep an eye on her.” You smile to help reassure her.

“Well alright you two, have fun.” She adds as she pulls her husband back to their duties.

“And keep an arm’s length from her!” Mr. Cake yells, giving a stern look towards your direction.

Mrs. Cake gives him a firm look of annoyance while pushing him back towards the kitchen, whispering something that you couldn’t hear, but you could see a pouty expression on Mr. Cake’s face. Pinkie stares at you in confusion, before you simply shrug and head out of the store.

As you both walk down the street, you start to ponder where to go, it suddenly dawns on you that you didn’t eat yet, and you can bet that Pinkie didn’t either.

“Hey, Pinkie I’m kind of hungry, what about you?” you ask, watching as her eyes light up.

“No, I’m really hungry as well. But I don’t wanna get sick again and have to go home!” She starts to panic.

“Calm down, we just find something that’s easy on your stomach.” You pat her head to settle her down. You chuckle at her cute behavior as she rubs against your hand.

After a few minutes, you both find a small restaurant with a few tables outside to eat at. The waiter quickly heads over towards your table to take your orders. You order vegetable soup for both Pinkie and yourself. As the waiter walks off, Pinkie looks at you strangely.

“Why did you order the same thing as me? There’re lots of yummy things on the menu!” she says in confusion.

“I didn’t want you to feel left out if I got something you wanted to eat.” You grin in her direction as you take a drink of the complimentary water the waiter brought before taking your orders.

“Oh, you silly goof, you don’t have to worry about that!” She starts giggling again.

“That’s funny coming from a mare that will, and has, eaten off other people’s plates because something they have looks tasty.” You rest your head on your palm while you wait for the food to come.

“But it WAS tasty!” She starts drooling at the thought, causing you to turn your face into your palm.

“It was my chocolate cream-filled donut!” You give her an exaggerated pouty-face before cracking up, with Pinkie following suit. “Don’t worry about it, Pinkie; I’m just being me. But I promise to buy you some more sweets when you get better.” you say, watching Pinkie’s eyes light up in delight.

“You will!?” She jumps up and down in her chair.

“I promise.” You notice the waiter from earlier coming back with your orders, and signal for Pinkie to settle down.

Pinkie sucks down her soup as if she hasn’t eaten in days. You can’t help but be amazed at how vigorously she can eat and not gain weight or get sick from eating too much. You try quickly eating your soup as well. It doesn’t take long for you to shovel down your meal and pay for yours and Pinkie’s meals, despite her distaste that you did.

“I’ll pay you back when we get home.” She slightly pouts.

You pat her head again with a small smile. “Don’t worry about it, I’m happy to help.”

“But, but, but, but, you pai-” You place a hand in front of her face, interrupting her.

“No buts! It’s no problem at all, I Pinkie promise.” You do the movements she uses when she makes her promises.

She stands silently for a moment before nearly tackling you in an embrace. “I’m so happy you’re my friend!” she says, the force of her hug nearly knocking you over.

You hug her back. “Same here.” Suddenly you get an idea, “Hey, want to head to the park while we let lunch settle in our stomachs?”

“Okay!” She cheers, energetically walking beside you. Walking to the park area, you see an empty bench next to a big tree and head towards it. As you sit, Pinkie plops down next to you and looks around at the others that were walking about or enjoying themselves. While she relaxes, more friends of hers notice her and walk over, asking how she’s doing and hoping she gets better soon.

“Wow, it must be crazy having so many friends.” you inquire as she waves to other ponies walking about who also wave back.

“Yeah, but I like it that way! I always have fun when I get to have parties and make ponies happy; that’s why I work so hard to make everyones day. If they’re having a great day, I’m having a great day!” she starts to explain.

“You really are amazing, Pinkie. You know that?” You turn to look at her.

“I’m not that special, I just like seeing happy faces on all my friends.” Pinkie states modestly.

One of the ponies that were walking past suddenly stops and walks over to both of you. “Oh, hey you two, how’re you doing?”

Pinkie speaks up first. “Hey Roseluck, just out to get some fresh air and wanted someone to keep me company since I’m still not feeling well.”

She smiles at both of you. “That’s nice, though I hope you get better soon, Pinkie Pie. I’m sure your new stallion-er boyfriend would agree with that.”

Your heart skips a beat for a second at her words. “Uh no, no we’re not dating at all. I’m just friends with her!” you state, trying to sound as calm as possible. “Right, Pinkie?”

“What’s a boyfriend?” She looks over at you, tilting her head as if she’s never heard of that term in her life.

You silently laugh at her innocence. “She thought we were together as a couple.”

“Oooooooh! Nope, he is just one of my super, awesome friends!” She says excitedly.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I just assumed with how close you two were. Well anyway, I have to go, get well soon! Come by my stall when you’re better, I’ll have a flower for you!” she says as she starts running off.

You glance over towards Pinkie, suddenly more aware of how close you both are to one another. “Anyway, we better head back, I’m sure the Cakes are worried.” you say, standing up off the bench and stretching.

She jumps up off the bench. “You’re right, but at least I…” She suddenly begins to wobble slightly, before you notice her starting to fall over.

You notice and immediately catch her; her face buries itself in your chest. “Pinkie, are you okay?” you ask, a little worried at her sudden collapse.

She slowly looks up at you, her eyes starting to focus and as she meets your concerned stare, her face slightly reddens. She looks back down, mumbling something you can’t hear before speaking up.

“S-sorry, I guess I got a little dizzy…” she says softly.

“Maybe I should carry you back to the bakery?” you ask, still holding her.

She pulls away quickly. “No, I-I’m okay…” Pinkie places a hand over her chest while avoiding your gaze.

“What’s wrong?” you ask, looking confused as to why she’s acting this way.

“Nothing, it’s just, my heart’s all poundy and I’m not sure why,” she states, a look of uncertainty and worry in her eyes.

“Well, let’s just get back to the bakery and get you back in bed.” you say, walking next to her. “If you’re still feeling dizzy, you can lean on me.”

“I’m okay, re-really.” she says as you both start heading back to the bakery.

Pinkie starts looking a little better by the time you get back. After a momentary hello to the Cakes, you take Pinkie upstairs and back to her room.

As you help her into bed as soon as she opens the door to her room. “Thank you for coming with me, I had a lot of fun and it was nice to get some fresh air after being stuck in bed all day.” she meekly says as you tuck her in. She starts going into giggling fits as you accidentally tickle her sides when trying to get her settled into her bed.

“Ah, sorry about that; I probably shouldn’t be so attentive towards you, huh?” you say sheepishly.

She continues giggling off and on in her usual way. “It’s okay, it’s fun to laugh no matter what! Plus, having you look after me so much is really nice.”

“Ah, I guess I do seem like a nanny at this point, huh?” You laugh at your own joke.

“Don’t be silly! You’re my friend, so of course you’d want to make sure I was okay.” Pinkie gives her trademark grin.

“That’s true. Though I can’t really say since you’re the first real friend I’ve had.” you say, your train of thought getting a little depressing.

“Wrong!” she shouts, interrupting your train of thought as she goes from being settled in her bed to sitting up again.

“Huh?” You look over towards her.

“I’m your bestest friend! I can tell when my friends are feeling blue, you know!” Pinkie scolds you, which surprises you for a moment before prompting you to smile back at her.

You scratch the back of your head embarrassingly. “Of course, sorry, I didn’t mean to say that.” She pats the bed, signalling for you to sit down.

“You know, I used to be sad all the time when I was little.” she admits as you plop down.

“That seems very unlikely.” You laugh.

“It’s true! When I was little, I lived on a rock farm with my mom, dad and my sisters. All I did all day was farm rocks nonstop and everyone was unhappy.” she continues to explain.

“That sounds… very dull. Uh, no offense!” You try correcting yourself but Pinkie waves it off while giggling.

“It was dull and boring. And it wasn’t till I saw this huuuuuge rainbow explosion that I was inspired to do everything I can to help everyone smile every day. Therefore, I made my first party that same day and made my family smile and dance! That’s when I discovered my purpose and what I wanted to do for the rest of my life.” She takes a deep breath, exhaling sharply and smiling as a sign that she’s finished, looking at you expectantly.

“Wow, that’s an amazing story. But why’d you want to tell me?” you ask intuitively.

“I just felt like it. We’re so close now and thought it wouldn’t be right to not tell you about me. Plus now you know that if you’re ever feeling down you can come to me for help!” She smiles widely.

“Thank you, Pinkie. You’ll always be important to me.” You lean in and hug her tightly. She slowly hugs back as if she wasn’t expecting it. As you hug her, you look at her clock and see the time.

“Gah!” you abruptly pull away and stand, “Sorry Pinkie, I still have other stuff I need to finish so you’re not behind when you get better. Stay in bed and I’ll be back after a while! I’ll see you later!” you say as you hurry out the door.

Pinkie stares off into space for a moment before snapping out of it. “R-right, have fun!” She waves energetically before you shut the door behind you, quickly moving down the stairs and out the bakery doors.

You run towards Fluttershy’s cottage without stopping, in the hopes you can make up for lost time so you aren’t too late. By the time you get to her house, she’s already outside tending to her animals. As you stand there breathless, she shyly walks up to greet you. As usual, she speaks so quietly that you can hardly understand her. After a moment, you catch your breath, return her greeting, and explain as to why you were replacing Pinkie to help her with yard work. Although she hesitates for a bit, she accepts your help with a soft, ‘Thank you’ that came out as a squeak but loud enough to understand.

She leads you to the storage shed where she keeps her supplies, handing you a hammer and some nails while you pick up the sizable pile of boards lying on the floor by one of the walls.

She has you follow her around the house to the section of her fence that’s broken, before telling you that she’ll be making her rounds to make sure all the animals are well and healthy and if you need her that’s where she’ll be. She thanks you again before leaving you to work.

You get to work immediately, not wanting to lose track of time again. Unfortunately, since you lived in Manehatten, you never learned how to properly hammer in nails and end up smashing your thumbs a couple times, getting a few splinters as well. However, you continue despite the throbbing pain in your thumbs and after figuring out a good rhythm, working becomes somewhat easier.

Since Fluttershy’s with her animals most of the time and only checks on you every so often to see how you’re doing, working goes at a steady pace, not that you mind since you still have other stuff you need to do afterwards.

Shockingly enough, it only takes about an hour or so to fix the fence itself. You decide to stay and help feed the rest of her animals with her since you have time. Fluttershy quietly thanks you for all the hard work you did and offers you something to drink and bandages for your fingers. You aren’t that thirsty, though you do appreciate the bandages and after she helps wrap them around the fingers that you hurt, you say your goodbyes to the shy mare, who in turn does the same and asks you to tell Pinkie to get well soon for her.

The rest of the day goes on like you expect it too. Every party you host seems to become dull in the end because you run out of ideas, not to mention that by the end of the day, you’ve eaten far more cake than you’d ever hoped to eat in your life, but at least the ponies are still grateful that you tried your best and pay for your efforts. Helping Daisy move flowerpots went well at least, though she too becomes worried when you explain Pinkie getting sick.

“It must be nice to have so many ponies worrying about you like this, she’ll be happy to hear it I bet.” You think to yourself as you place the last of the pots on a table.

By the time you finish everything on the list, Luna’s moon is already out and casting its dull glow over Ponyville. By the time you get back to the bakery, the closed sign is hanging on the door and the lights to the bakery are off. Luckily, they remembered to keep the door unlocked for you, and after locking it yourself after heading inside, you make your way up the stairs and notice Pinkie’s light still on in her room. You decide to walk over and check to see if she’s asleep or not. As you knock on the door, you hear a drowsy, “Come in,” accompanied by a loud yawn.

“Sorry if I woke you.” you say as you enter the room, noticing Pinkie in her pajamas.

“No, it’s okay. I can’t sleep anyway.” she drearily states, greeting you with her trademark grin; you note it looking a little funny with her eyes half-closed from her being tired.

“I just wanted to check on you to make sure you’re doing okay and didn’t need anything is all.” You walk over to her; she offers you a seat. You happily collapse onto her bed, making sure not to squish her legs.

“You look really worn out.” she states as you slowly look over at her.

“I’m not gonna lie, it was a long day.” you say as you recall everything you did. “Oh, and you had a lot of ponies wishing you well though.” you add before you forget.

“That makes me really happy, but I’m sorry I couldn’t help.” She droops her head a little and notices the bandages on your fingers. “What happened to your fingers?” she asks in a worried tone.

“Ah, that… Don’t worry about it, I just accidentally hit them with a hammer when I helped Fluttershy repair a fence.” you say as nonchalantly as possible in an attempt at trying to make her worry less.

“It looks like it hurts.” She scans over your hand again.

You go to dismiss her statement but before you can say anything she reaches out with both hands, gently lifts your hand up and kisses your injured fingers softly. The action makes you speechless as your brain slowly starts to process what just happened.

“Wh-What did you do that for!?” you blurt out.

“Well, I remember when I got hurt, my Mom would always kiss my wounds and it’d always make them feel better so I thought I’d do the same for you!” She grins widely and looks at you curiously. “So, did it work?”

You pause for a moment, mentally slapping yourself for thinking something stupid and chuckle a little at her innocent actions. “Yeah it did, thanks a bunch, Pinkie.”

“Yay!” She bounces up and down a little, still holding your hand.

“Uh, Pinkie…” you say, noticing how soft her hands are.

“Hm?” She looks at you with a small smile.

“My hand…” You move your fingers in her hand to make a point.

“O-oh! Uh… Sorry.” She lets go quickly, laughing forcefully.

“No worries. But I’m tired, and I’m sure you are as well, so I think I’ll call it a night.” You let out a yawn and slowly get up off the bed.

“Okay then. Um…” She pauses and looks down at her sheets.

“Yeah?” You try to provoke her to finish.

“Thanks for doing all this for me. You’re the only one to ever try to help me out so much.” She looks up, notices you looking at her, and smiles tenderly.

“Of course, I’d do it again if I have to.” you state plainly.

Pinkie goes to say something but stops for a moment. “Good night!” She snuggles into her blanket and nuzzles into her pillow before closing her eyes.

“Good night, Pinkie.” you reply before turning her lights out and gently shutting her door.

You make your way to your room and kick your shoes off next to the door. You momentarily think about taking a shower, but realize how sleepy you are and decide to do it in the morning. As you crawl into bed, you stare up at the ceiling and slowly start dozing off.

Your door opening and closing wakes you up abruptly. Your eyes slowly scan towards the door as a familiar figure appears in your vision. “Pinkie?”

You hear a low chuckle come from Pinkie as she walks closer. As she nears, the first thing you notice is how straight and flat her hair is as it covers part of her face from view. The second thing you notice is the way she’s carrying herself: she isn’t bouncing around, nor does she seem like her usual energetic self.

You sit up groggily thinking she needs something. “Pinkie, what do you need?”

“I’m not Pinkie…” she says as she stops right next to you while flicking her tail before it falls, almost touching the ground.

Her remark confuses you, but her voice did sound off to you despite her being sick. After rubbing your eyes and looking into hers, you see that hers are darker and more serious than normal.

She plops on the bed and leans in close, almost touching her nose with yours. The motion happens so fast that your half-asleep mind doesn’t quite process what she does, as you find yourself able to do little more than stare in shock.

She laughs snarkily with a coy grin on her face. “What’s with that stupid expression?”

The rude comment and tone snaps you out of your daze. “Huh?”

“Hey, I’m here for a reason now shut up and listen.” she tells you as she shoves you back onto the bed and immediately crawls on top of you, her eyes locked onto yours, a confident smile plastered on her face.

“I’ve been reeeeaally stressed lately and haven’t been able to do anything about it, but thanks to her getting sick, I’ve been able to come out to play. And I thought, what better way to relieve stress then having a little 'fun' with the guy next door?”

You blush at her explanation. “I-I don’t understand!”

“What’s not to understand? I. Want. To. Have. Sex. With. You.” She demeaningly spells out to you. “Really, you should be happy you have such a good-looking mare want to mount you.” She finishes her statement by lightly flicking your nose.

You gulp aloud, not sure what to do. “I-I don’t think that’s a go-good idea, Pinkie.”

“I’ll say this only once: don’t call me Pinkie! My name’s Pinkamena.” She explains as she straddles your hips before lying down on your chest as you feel her soft tail against your bare legs. She begins lightly grinding against your crotch, making you blush even more from the new sensation. “Like I said, you should be happy that I’m choosing you anyway.” She traces a finger from the crook of your neck to your jawline.

“This has got to be a dream!” You think as your arousal intensifies from her movements.

Your member pulsates from her constant stimulation. You squirm around unable to do anything as she chuckles from your frustration. You look into her eyes, watching as she stops her movements, leans forward and presses her lips roughly against yours. The sudden feeling of her soft, semi-moist lips makes you gasp. She uses this moment to force her tongue into your mouth and begins exploring, her eyes never losing their focus on yours. You accidentally let out a moan, making her smile a little, as your mind slowly gives in to the moment. You move your hands to her sides, letting them slip under her shirt as they meet her soft fur. As you let your hands wander, you remember always curiously thinking how she could eat so many sweets and still keep herself so skinny. Pinkamena lets out a small chuckle before leaning close to your ear.

“I didn’t think you’d be so weak to teasing,” She ends her statement by lightly licking then biting your ear as she presses her crotch against your fully erect member causing you to flinch a little. “Maybe I should help you out a little.” she says as she trails a hand down your chest, moving slowly over your stomach before sliding under your underwear and grasping your member tightly. A sharp grunt escapes your lips as she does so.

“I-It feels great…” you say weakly as she slowly strokes the length of your manhood.

She smiles confidently at you without stopping her motions. “Of course it does, just because the other “me” doesn’t know anything about pleasing their partner sexually doesn’t mean I don’t.”

You look at her in confusion. “Wh-what do you mean?”

“What do you think I mea-hurk!” Her expression suddenly changes from confident to sickly as she quickly gets off you and clasps her mouth.

“Ugh! I didn’t think she’d start waking up out of nowhere! And just when things were getting good,” she says to herself as she looks back at you. “Sorry, I’m out of time so I can’t play with you anymore. But I’ll be seeing you again; she won’t be able to hold me back anymore.” With that, she quickly leaves the room, almost slamming the door shut.

You stare blankly in the direction of where the mare that was just forcing herself on you went. As you drearily let your head fall back onto your pillow, you let the comfort envelop your already foggy and pleasure-ridden mind, causing you to drift back and forth into sleep.

“What a dream.” Was the last thought that goes through your head before you fall into a deep sleep.