What's this?

I feel unsettlingly warm... Like there's something latched onto my side.

I don't want to open my eyes! This was a terrific new feeling, and I don't plan on letting it go while I can still sleep.

"No way." What? "Honeybun! Get in here right now, you have to see this." The fuck is yelling in my house so early?

"Well would you look at that." It's too early to get robbed! Ugh fine, I'll get up, you intruders.

I opened my eyes and looked over to the voices, the morning haze still in my eyes. Rubbing them with my left hand, I tried to focus more on the two figures standing in my room.

"What the hell? Why are you guys in my house?" I asked the Cakes in confusion.

"Haha, you better look around if you think this is your house, dear." The hell Mrs. Cake?

I suddenly realized the room around me looks like a bomb of frosting went off and covered the walls, along with the entire room itself. I tried getting up but I couldn't even fully sit up for some reason. I looked down at my arm and saw Pinkie snuggling onto it, a goofy smile on her sleepy face.

"Wait..." I blinked a couple times and looked at the Cakes, blinking a few more times and looking down at Pinkie.

"How long til he figures it out?" Mr, Cake whispered.

"I give it a few more secon-"

"I'm in Pink's bed?!" I blurted out, a memory of letting Pinkie hold onto me while she passed out last night to the sound of my tunes flooding my site. And that's when my pupils grew to fucking dinner plates. "Uh... I can explain?"

"Oh, I'm sure you can, but I think I'll like Pinkies much better." Mrs, Cake said with a devilish grin, walking up to the bedside and poking Pinkies side a little.

"Noooo~.. Massy, you're so warm. I don't wanna move~." She said in a daze, curling up in a ball against me, making my face redden slightly.

"Come on Pinkie~ It's time for work." At this, Pinkie's eye shot open and looked up at me, face deepening into a blush.

"I-I-I-I.. IT WAS GUMMY!" She said quickly, letting go of me and disappearing under her sheets. They flattened out once she pulled off whatever the fuck it is the she does.

I kinda just sat up and followed Pinkie's suit, walking passed the Cakes with my hair covering my face without saying a word to hide the blush, and sprinting down the stairs into the kitchen.

"How long?" Mr. Cake nudged his wife.

"How long til what?" She asked, laughing as I fled the scene.

"How long do you think she's been wanting to do that?" He said in a serious but happy tone.

Sighing, and looking at her husband, she answered, "Celestia knows, hun. Longer than I would have hoped."

Running through the double doors and bitch slapping those fuckers open, I stood on the coloured tiles. "Pinks?" I asked aloud in the bakery. "Come on, I know you're here, there's no where else you'd go."

I heard faint sniffling coming from a cupboard and opened it, seeing Pinkie sniffling and grasping a bag of sugar. I frowned and picked her up, setting her down on the counter and making her look at me.

"Pinks, nothing's wrong, you were fucking adorable last night, okay?" She stopped sniffling and sat there with her mane covering her eyes, "Seriously, I can't believe you liked my music that much, you calmed down almost instantly. Was a site to behold." I told her, poking her belly and hearing a tiny, little giggle.

"You really didn't mind?" She asked just above a whisper, "T-that I was holding you?"

I still couldn't see her eyes so I knelt down in front of her and pushed her mane away, "Why would I? You're my BBFL remember? It's perfectly fine, Pinks." I assured her, letting her name flop down around my face as I smiled at her.

"You're the bestest, Massy.." She calmly smiled and hugged my neck, refusing to let go.

"Yes, yes. I know I'm the best, you tell me that all the time, haha. Plus I already knew that, I'm so clutch I can't even handle myself at times." She let go and punched my shoulder playfully.

"Keep telling yourself that, hehe." There's that Pinkie laugh I was waiting for.

"Good, now that that's settled, what's on the list for today?"

The colour drained from her face and she groaned, "Mrs. Cake has it..."

"Oh come on!" I yelled.

"Looking for something~?" Oh gawd...

Mrs. Cake was standing at the doorway grinning smugly as she trotted over to us, doing a small circle around me, "Yes... yes we are." I said exasperatedly.

"I'll let you have the baking menu if you tell me a little secret~" Why does every pony I like have to be a smartass? "Sooo~. How long are you two going to be dating?" She said giggling, smirking at my reaction of walking over to the fridge and kicking it over.

"Don't test me, pony." I told her, clenching my teeth and glaring at her.

"Ahahaha, that was good enough, here you two love birds go~" She left the list on the order spinner and trotted out victoriously.

I looked over to Pinks and... Wow. "Uh. Pinkie? You okay? 'Cause you look like you're literally about to blow up." I shit you not, her entire face was beat red and her jaw was on the floor, steam coming out of her ears. "Pinks?" I asked, walking to her side and trying to put a hand on her withers before she vanished in a plume of smoke.

Staring at the smoke trail, I could only pray for Cupcake and Carrot. Considering Pinkie went to most likely beat the living hell out of the mare, I might as well get started on the days work.

"Pinkie, dear, you can't keep playing around like this. You're hurting yourself, and you know I won't let you do that." Mrs. Cake told her joyful friend. "You're practically a daughter to us, seeing you do this doesn't just hurt you."

Pinkie Pie pawed at her bed and grabbed her pillow, hugging it tightly, "I can't do this..." She said blankly.

"And why is that, sweets?"

"He doesn't like ponies... Applejack tried, even Rainbow Dash once asked him out. He ran from AJ and turned down Dashie so fast it made her cry... He wouldn't want a 'fluffball of sugar' to be his marefriend." She looked down and fell onto her back, holding the pillow tighter.

"Oh, sweetie." Mrs. Cake hopped onto the bed along side her and draped a forehoof on her forehead, stroking it as a mother would, "You just don't see it, Pinkie. Do you have any idea what he talks about when you're not here?"

Her ears perked up at this but still laid solemnly with her large pillow, "No... How would I?"

"He only ever talks about you. You, and how each day even though he's stuck here, he actually enjoys coming to work. You are quite literally his only ray of sunshine, Pinkie."

She looked skeptically over at Cupcake, "I know when you're lying to me, and I don't like it." Looking away and covering herself with the pillow, she sighed and nuzzled deeper into it.

"Have you ever wondered why Mason comes here each day?"

"So he can earn bits and live?" Pinkie told her harshly.

Mrs. Cake all but chuckled at that. "Pinkie, he personally knows Princess Luna and Princess Celestia. Do you think he would ever have money problems, being the only one of his kind, knowing royalty and being on such good terms with them?"

"Well... no." Pinkie said, more for herself than the answer.

"Do you think he would show up every day he could, just to bake? We both know he never liked it in his own world." Pinkie let go of the pillow and let it flop to her other side, "Think Mason would come here only to see me and Carrot? He can't even stand us let alone want to see us all the time."

"But he said he would never even kiss a pony..." Pinkie lay sprawled out, eyes wide but with the droplets of her coming tears showing.

"I can't believe you would ever think that to be true. I thought I taught you more than just baking." She told Pinkie sternly.

Slowly but surely Pinkie turned and stared at Mrs. Cake, "What's that supposed to mean? You... You think he likes me?" She asked just above a whisper.

Smiling and nodding, she added, "Do you remember when you went to your family's rock farm last month? The entire week, every day Mason came in, he complained about the day being awful, and asked when you were getting back." Pinkie wiped her oncoming tears away and sat up, "The sixth day you were gone, he sat down on the floor and told me there wasn't any point living if you weren't coming back and that he was going to lay there until you returned. I'm sure he was joking, but Pinkie, he didn't move from that spot and refused to leave for the night." Seeing a little glow on Pinkies face she continued and sat right next to her, "Not only does he like you, he cares so much about you, he would sit alone in the cold and dark, waiting just to see your face again."

"H-he.. He w-waited the entire night? For me?" Pinkie's cheek took on a pinker tint and she stared at Mrs. Cake, "He did that when I was gone?"

Smiling and hoping she had finally broken through the thickest skull in Equestria, she answered, "Pinkie. He told me to get out of the kitchen because I was standing in your spot." Gripping her hooves in her own and smiling brightly at the young mare Mrs. Cake couldn't help but giggle, "You're his joy in this world."

"Where the fuck is everyone?!?!" I screamed helplessly at the front counter, diving behind into the kitchen and grabbing more cakes, making Snails' smoothie and giving Lyra and Bon bon Their chocolate drizzles. "I can't keep this up..." I told myself, crawling over the divider and taking the pony's bits, dropping them in the register and letting my head hit the counter.

"Oh come now, that's no way to be while on the clock!" The fuck did that pony just say to me? "Really, I can't believe Sugarcube Corner lets you stay employed!"

Woo, the alabaster skank is here!

"Rarity, you know I have about three hundred knives back there, right?" I told her in a dead tone.

"How dare you, you uncothly beast! I should tell that to the Cakes and get them to dock your pay!" I chuckled and grabbed a whipped cream bag, dabbing it on her 'perfect muzzle' as she always put it.

"Now, now. We wouldn't want the Princesses hearing you tried getting their favourite human fired, would we?"

She huffed and wiped the cream off her muzzle with her magic, "I don't see why Pinkie and the Cakes put up with you." She glared at me and made me laugh darkly.

"Ever wonder what the secret to our cupcakes is? I'll give you a hint; sugar, spice, and your best friends." I grinned evilly at her and watched as her face contorted in horror.

"Y-you retched, animal! That's horrid and simply atrocious. How could you even say such a thing?!"

I leaned an elbow on the counter and stared at her with hollow eyes, "Haven't heard from Flutterbutt recently have you?"

"Well no, but what does that have to do with- OH MY CELESTIA!" She screamed as loud as her impressive and annoying as fuck vocal chords could go and galloped out the doors.

"It's too easy with her, I swear. I can just make anything up and she thinks it's real. Dumb horse."

I finished up the day with relative ease for the most part. Other than being COMPLETELY ALONE THE ENTIRE DAMN DAY, I guess it went alright. Closing the blinds and hitting the lights on the store I thought about where the hell they could be and wandered up the stairs.

A faint light was coming from Pinkies room so I clenched my fists and stormed over to her door, pushing it open slowly and seeing a candle lit on her bedside table. Weird. Pinkie shouldn't even be allowed near fire...

My anger faded and was replaced with curiosity as I cautiously walked through the doorway and looked at the room around me; the entire room was different. She still had her icing coloured wallpaper and carpet, but the her party assortments and the like were no where to be seen. In fact, it was almost like she was cleaning it up for something...

"I wanted to make it look nice for you..." Pinkie all but whispered to me from her seat on her bed, just hidden by the lack of light.

"What do you mean, 'for me'?" I asked, walking up to her bed and looking at her with a puzzled look.

"I, uhm..." She fiddled with her hooves and looked up to me embarrassed, "I wanted to ask if you could spend the night here again... With me..."

I just kind of stood there. "What? All I heard was 'I', Pinks" She looked really embarrassed now.

"I said, I wanted to know if you would spend the night here again..?"

Blinking a couple times and thinking about it, I said, "Pinks, I've been wearing the same clothes for two days now, I know you- well, Gummy washed them, but it still feels off. I have to go home at some point you know?"

Looking completely crestfallen and slumping down a little she looked at me, "Are you sure? I-I could make you breakfast in the morning this time! Breakfast in bed, how about that?" She said almost desperately.

Hnnng.. I can't do this to her! I made her upset, now look at her! She's practically begging me just to spend the night.

"I'll.. Dammit, let me run home for a change of clothes and I'll be back.." I said, defeated by the sheer amount of hurt in her blue eyes. I can't take that kind of torture!

"Wait, r-really?" She asked happily but insanely surprised.

"Yes, for the love of god... You win, I can't help it when you look like the most precious puppy in existence!" I told her, flailing my arms around and walking out of her room, "I'll be back in no time." I told her, waving behind me, "Don't let the candle burn out, or I won't be able to see your happy face when I get back."

As I passed her door frame I could hear a held back squeal and giggle from her, and smiled at the thought.

"It worked.. Itworkeditworkeditworkeditworked, IT WORKED!" Pinkie screamed out in glee, running around her room at a fast pace.

"I can see my advice paid off, huh?" Mrs. Cake giggled and trotted into Pinkies room, being tackled by a mass of overjoyed pink and falling to the ground.

"Oh, thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou~!" Pinkie blurted out, squeezing the life from Cupcake.

"N-o.. Prob-lem..o!" She heaved out, and pushed Pinkie off of her, "Now, all you have to do is be yourself." She smiled and rubbed her mane, "I couldn't think of you any other way but as my daughter, Pinkie. I'm always glad to help." She told her, blushing and smiling brightly at what she just said.

"Y-you.. You really mean that?" Pinkie felt tears in her eyes and hugged Cupcake once more, letting her kiss her forehead and continue the hug.

"Of course, dear. Now remember, just be yourse-"

"I really hope there's still light up there, I might smack into the door or something." I said, walking up the stairs with my fresh set of clothes for the morning.

"OUT!" Pinkie yelled, tossing Mrs. Cake out of her room and through her own door, onto her bed in a flash.

"The fuck was that?!" I asked loudly, running up to her room and staring at her in confusion.

"What was what?" She asked innocently.

"The thing that just..." She was smiling childishly and tilting her head, "That just... Fuck it, whatever." I walked over to her bed and jumped down on to it, hands behind my head, "I ran over to Bookworms and told her it was an emergency, so I got my Ipod charged if you feel like you want to listen to more music. Figured you'd like it." I told her, a genuine smile on my face.

"W-well, yeah! That'd be awesome..." She slid over to my side and laid there looking up at me, "Thank you for coming back."

Author's Note

I finally feel like I can at least make some interesting chapters for this fic. Like, fav, hate, Idc, crit as hard as your heart desires~!