Author's Note

Biggest cop-out ending. Ever.
I'm so, so, sorry.

The End...?

Chapter 9: Epilogue

Pinkie Pie woke up and stretched. That was a really weird dream. she thought. Might as well add it to my diary.

Twilight had given the pink pony a dream diary as a gift for her birthday. She briefly glanced up at a clock mounted on a wall.

“7:30!” she exclaimed. “I’m late to work!”

Pinkie threw the pencil down and raced out her door.

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Pinkie Pie stumbled into the kitchen at Sugar Cube Corner. Her coltfriend, Denim, was already there, his eyes fixed on an oven.

“Denim, what are you —“ Pinkie started.

“Shh!” he hissed. “I can’t miss the timer! These cakes call for 7 minutes exactly.”

“Cakes?”

“Yes.”

“Since when do you make cakes?” Pinkie Pie asked.

“Since I got tired of making cookies all the time. Thought I’d try a new recipe.”

Pinkie Pie sniffed the air. “Chocolate?”

“Of course,” Denim replied.

Pinkie Pie walked over to where Denim was kneeling.

“500 degrees Fahrenheit?”

“Yes. That’s what the recipe says.”

“Have you ever made these before?”

“No.”

“Denim, you do remember what happened the last time that you made something you never made before, and I wasn’t here to help you?”

Denim winced at the memory. It had taken a week to clean out the oven.

“I’m pretty positive that I have this one under control,” Denim replied. The timer went off, and Denim jumped up, yanked the oven open, and removed the cakes from the oven, setting them on a cooling rack.

“What… what are these, Denim? They don’t look all the way cooked.” Pinkie stabbed the cakes with a fork. Melted chocolate came out of the holes.

“They’re supposed to look like that. They’re called ‘Hot Fudge Sundae Cakes’. As a result, the inside is supposed to be melted chocolate, while the outside is a cooked shell. I hope. You want to try one?”

“Do I!” Pinkie replied excitedly. “They’re chocolate for Celestia’s sake!”

Denim gave her his mischievous smirk. “I suspected as much,” he said, removing one of them from the cupcake pan and placing it in a bowl. “Careful, it’s still hot.”

Pinkie accepted the cake, eyes wide.

“You can eat it, if you want,” Denim said, his voice muffled by a bite of cake. Pinkie Pie gladly accepted his offer and finished the cake in three gargantuan bites.

“That was awesome! You’re really improving, Denim!”

“Thank you.”

Pinkie grabbed and started on a second cake. “What were you doing here so early?”

“Baking.”

“Why?”

“Pinkie, I’ve already told you, I can’t sleep in. Even if it would save my life.”

“Well if you stayed with me —“

“No.” Denim cut her short with a harsh glare. “Pinkie…” he started in a softer voice.

“What? You’re not happy?” she asked harshly.

“Of course I’m happy. It just doesn’t seem right.”

“Oh come on,” she continued in a alluring tone. “What’s the worst that could happen?”

“You could get pregnant, and I’d be hated by everypony in Ponyville,” Denim replied flatly. “In the meantime, I’m perfectly happy with just being friends with you. Baking cookies and the such, as well as keeping my morals intact.”

“But, we’re more than just friends, right?”

Denim rubbed the bridge of his muzzle with a hoof, eyes closed tight. “We are.”

“So, why not?”

Denim slammed his hoof on the counter. “Dammit, Pinkie! I love you, I really do.”

“So, why not?”

“Because I love you enough to not —“ Pinkie cut Denim short with a kiss.

“You know what?” Denim said once Pinkie broke free. “Let’s change the subject. What were you doing, getting here so late?”

“You’re not going to believe me Denim,” Pinkie replied. “I had the weirdest dream ever. You see, I was seeing from your perspective, and it all started out in a hospital room….”