Author's Note
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KNKE, Sweet Luvin Radio
*Eeeerk Eeeerk Eeeeerk* Sugar Cube Corner’s front sign gently sways in the warm summer breeze, as the sun begins slowly dipping into the evening. A bouncy pink pony hops along with her friends, reminiscing a long day of excitement and adventure. “Oh my gosh that was so much fun!” she exclaims bouncing once more.
“Calm down Pinkie Pie.” replies her friend Twilight Sparkle. “That ‘was’ a lot of fun, but we were all there with you.”
“Yeah, I know! But still!” She gives each of them one last hug, all together as a group. “You sure you all don’t wanna come inside and have a quick snack with me?” she asks.
“No thank you, but…thanks for offering” responds Fluttershy.
“Yeah, it’s get’n late. I need tu get home n’ get some sleep. T’morer we’re harvesting the North field.” adds Applejack, wiping some sweat from her brow. “Gosh it’s been hot t’day”
“Awww okay I understand.” Pinkie says, once again giving them all last good night hugs. “Have a good night everypony!” The group all bid each other adieu, before going their separate ways, the orange sky now fading into purple. Pinkie heads inside, but not before ensuring all her friends had left and gone out of sight.
“Pinkie Pie close the door, you’re letting the AC out!” calls Mr. Cake from behind the counter, as he puts away the leftover pastries from the day. “And don’t forget to change the sign to closed.”
“Woopsie! Sorry.” She sheepishly responds, flipping the sign to closed.
“So, how were things today Pinkie? Hope you didn’t get too hot out there in the heat. Today was a scorcher.”
“Yeah we kept cool. We all went down to the lake when the most totally amazing thing happened!” she replies with energy.
“Awww well I’m glad you all had fun. Try to tone your excitement though the twins are asleep.” Mr. Cake warns, putting up the last cake. Mrs. Cake comes down the stairs as the two finish closing shop, with the pleased look of a well-going mother.
“Our precious little sugar cookies are so sweet when they’re sleeping.”
“Awwwww! I wanna see!” Pinkie loudly replies, quickly making for the stairs.
“Pinkie!” the two parents shout in a whisper. “Don’t wake them up I just got the two to fall asleep.”
“Oopsie! Sorry.” She replies in an embarrassed whisper. Mr. Cake looks over to her, the way a forgiving father would.
“It’s ok just keep it down. Now head up to your room and get some sleep. Cupcake and I would like some…privacy…this evening” he says, gently glancing over to his wife lovingly.
Quickly figuring out what he means, Pinkie replies “Ooooooooh. Okay. Just don’t get too rough” giving a wink to them. “You could wake the twins.” The two proud parents softly chuckle to themselves, as Pinkie heads up the stairs.
Listening for their door to close, Pinkie anticipates the moment when the house becomes still. With the click of their bedroom door, all becomes quiet. “Alright Pinkie. It’s go time” she says, smiling to herself as she ascends the stairs. Sliding open her bottom drawer, Pinkie slides out a pair of black latex stockings. “It’s a pretty hot one tonight, but Pinkie’s gonna make it hotter” she ploys, gingerly sliding the stockings onto her long pink legs. Retrieving a microphone and some radio equipment from her closet, she sets up on a table near the window. KNKE, Sweet Luvin Radio is emblazed upon the sides, her microphone covered by a hot pink pop filter. “We’re live in 3…2…1.” She flips the switch, as her equipment hums to life. The swooning call of a saxophone fills her ears, as her weekly broadcast begins. “Hey there everypony…” she sensually enunciates into the microphone “Your favorite radio mare Kinkie here, ready for another night of ‘sweet’ luvin” putting special emphasis on sweet. “It’s a scorcher out there tonight, but we’re gonna make it a whole lot hotter.”
Unbenounced to her friends and the Cakes, Pinkie Pie has a secret pastime she keeps hidden from the world. During the day, she is an energetic party loving pony that never stops ticking, but at night she runs an adult radio station out of her bedroom. KNKE, Sweet Luvin Radio; the airway sensation that fills the world of Ponyville after dark. Taking on her radio persona Kinkie Pie, she comes onto the airwaves at night with a variety of sex advice, perverted anecdotes, and assortments of sensual love making songs to spice up anypony’s evening.
“Kinkie’s got a real special treat for you all tonight, approved to make your evening much sweeter. I call it the Sticky Sweet Cupcake. Simply lay her back, say the magic word to get those legs open, and ice her cake with a nice, thick layer of frosting. Once her cupcake’s iced, gently dive in and give her a nice long lick of sticky sweet loving. Eat her cupcake and don’t leave any glaze unlicked. It’s sure to be a sweet treat you’ll both find delicious.” She licks her lips, getting close to the microphone.
Tenderly she continues “I can taste it myself already. After giving her cupcake the sweet treatment, be sure to return the favor with a big, creamy, chocolate drizzled Éclair. Oh yeah.” Grabbing a record from the table, she flips it onto the turn table. “Now, let’s get things started this evening with a little Marevin Gaye and Lets Get It On.” She finishes, touches needle to vinyl and filling the airways with the sounds of a love making classic.
Across town in her fluffy cloud home, Rainbow Dash lies on her bed, dreamily listening to the sounds of KNKE. She softly sighs to herself, lost in her thoughts. “Oh Kinkie, you’re so amazing. Nopony can touch me like the sound of your voice. I wonder what you look like in real life.” She thinks to herself, looking up to the ceiling daydreaming. “I bet your legs are sleek and sexy, your hair let down around your shoulders. Ooooooh…and your flank…” she swoons, her thighs gently throbbing from the thoughts.
“Alright all you hot lovers out there, this next one goes out to the naughty boys showing sexy mares a good time. Be sure to give her one for me.” The radio calls, as another sensual song begins to play.
“Man, I wish I had somepony to try out that sticky sweet cupcake with” Dash broods to herself, scrunching her face into her pillow. “Her cupcake must taste amazing.” Suddenly, the light blue Pegasus has a sudden realization. “Wait a second. I have those leftover cupcakes from that party Pinkie threw the other day. I bet they’re covered in icing!” she excitedly spouts, rushing off her bed and flying downstairs in a blur. She opens the refrigerator, slipping a small white box from the middle shelf. “I really hope this doesn’t feel too weird, being Pinkie’s cupcakes and all. I bet it’d weird her out to know that I used her pastries for something this…unusual.” Trotting back up to her room, she sets the cool box of frosted treats on her bed, sitting down with them and contemplating her eventual experiment.
“Ok now…how should I do this?” Dash ponders, taking a cold pastry from the box. The icing softly gleams off the surface of the cupcake, as she pokes it with her hoof gently. “I guess I just slide it on down there?” Slowly she lowers the cupcake down between her legs, as she shakily pushes the icing off onto her crotch. Her face flushes red as the cold goo falls upon her lap with a stiff plop, making her meep loudly. “Cold cold cold cold cold!” she exclaims, looking down at the icing. “Well at least it’s down there. So what do I do now?” A cat cleaning itself comes to mind, as she moves her legs around a little trying to find a vantage point. “I guess I just lick it?” she wonders, beginning to bend down. Her tongue slips out of her mouth, glazed with saliva as she bends down to lick off the icing. But as she gets close, she slows to a stop finding herself unable to reach the glob of icing on her crotch. “Urgh! I caph weaph ih! Nnnnnnmmm!”
The gentle jazz on the radio finishes, as her dreampony’s voice floats over the airway’s again. “I hope everypony’s enjoying themselves this evening.” Putting emphasis on enjoying. “If you’re having trouble, mama’s got a fun little trick to help make things more fun. A hoof can be a girl’s best friend when touching just the right place with a little tenderness. Between the hills of sensation, there’s a hole that leads to deep pleasure. Why not see how far the rabbit hole goes? Now, here’s a little something for the exploring types.”
Another sensual song begins to play, as Dash’s night time advisor disappears into the radio again. Looking over at her hoof, then at her flank, she thinks to herself “Well, when in Rome.”
Across the yellow roofs, in the sugar frosted radio studio Pinkie continues her melodic romance for her loyal fans. Licking her lips, she contemplates which song to play next. “Perhaps I should go with something a little naughtier next?” the pink pony thinks to herself. A sudden surprise catches her off guard and makes her jump suddenly, as the sound of a baby’s cry echo from down the dark hallways outside her room. With a gasp, she hops up and runs with a hushed haste to the twins room trying hard not to make enough noise to wake Mr. and Mrs. Cake. Fortunately, her frantic trot is unheard from the other sounds occupying the room of the two loving parents. “It’s ok, Pinkie’s here” she calls into the room, stepping inside to check on the twins. A plush on the floor next to the crib easily explains the cry she heard, as Pumpkin Cake sits reaching through the bars in desperation to retrieve her lost toy. “Awwww. You just dropped your toy didn’t you?” Pinkie coos, picking up the toy and giving it to the foal. With a gleeful squeal she shoves the already dribble covered plush into her mouth and curls up for sleep again. “Sleep tight my little angel.” whispers Pinkie, stealthily creeping out of the room so not to disturb the newly formed tranquility.
Tip-toeing her way back down the hall, Pinkie slips back into the room ready to continue her nighttime broadcast. Staying true to her plan, she thumbs through the records and picks a more adult piece, grabbing the microphone and pulling it close. “I hope you’re all ready for the next round, cause this next one’s a real hot one. Give’er a big, wet kiss for me and brace yourself for hard ecstasy.” Sweeping into the song, her voice disappears allowing her to relax again for another few minutes. “This deserves a little mid broadcast treat” the pink pony plots to herself, reaching down between her legs and grabbing a sugar cookie from her secret stash. “Hey there Mr. Sugar cookie. What’s that? You wanna be in my mouth? Well who am I to keep you waiting.” Before she can take a bite, the sound of fluttering wings and tiny giggles fill her ears. Glancing out in the hall, she barely catches the glimpse of a little brown mane flying by. “Pound Cake, I’m entertaining company.” She whines with some annoyance, putting down the sugary treat to go chase the giggling foal.
Jumping to grab him, she bumps into the hallway table causing a lamp to wobble. “Eep!” she squeaks, putting it back up right. In a frantic whisper she calls “Get back here young foal you’re supposed to be asleep! You’re gonna wake your mommy and daddy” Pound Cake continues to giggle and fly about the hall, knocking about this and that as Pinkie continues her chase for the little colt. Swishing past a fragile vase, he disappears around the corner leaving Pinkie to the plummeting pottery, and a rapidly twitchy tail. “No no no no no” The vase plinks to a gentle landing in her hoof, caught just in time. “Phew. That was close.” The ominous sound of another clink hits her ears causing her to jump, as her tail goes to twitching around again.
“Pound Cake what I’m gonna do when I get my hooves on you.” She whispers at him down the hall, springing forward again to grab another object safely. Finding it funny, the mischievous baby nocks over more things to see if Pinkie can catch them all. Rushing down the hallway she catches things on all four hooves, keeping everything from breaking.
“Sweet Celestia that was close…wait a second. I’m not a Pegasus.” She realizes, flopping to her belly on the floor. The sight of his latex clad playmate falling to the floor sends Pound Cake spiraling into giggles, before sending him to the floor to roll around. Jumping on the opportunity, she scoops him up, and plops him onto her back. “Gotcha. Now you’re going back to bed speedy.”
Trotting back into their nursery, Pumpkin is sitting worried as to where her brother had gone, but breaks into a happy smile seeing the two return. She tucks them in, giving the two twins a kiss each. “Now sweet dreams. Get some sleep and we’ll play tomorrow.” As Pinkie begins to leave the room however, two low mumbles begin to fill the room.
Turning back, she sees the two with shiny eyes, gleaming with loneliness and fear. “Awwww. You don’t want me to leave do you? But I’m the middle of a radio show…the show!” she suddenly realizes, going into a full gallop to return to her music. Her panting voice breaks the silence over the airwaves, as fans listen in wonder as to why the show went silent.
“Sorry everypony *pant pant* Kinkie was just attending *pant pant* to two naughty ponies who were being naughty. *pant pant* But I’m back.” In the room down the hall, Carrot and Cupcake lay in bed at rest tired from the romantic passion they’d been enjoying, listening curiously as to why their love making music suddenly stopped.
“You really think she was doing that during the show?” Cupcake asks.
With a nuzzle he responds “Well I’ve heard she’s a bit of the dominating type, so it wouldn’t surprise me.” The familiar call of the twins crying sounds from the nursery and makes it through the door this time, ending the relaxation for the two parents. Cupcake sighs as she gets off the bed, fixing her mane.
“Sounds like the twins. Don’t worry dear I’ll get it; you stay here and listen to see if Kinkie has anymore suggestions we could try. The nights still young you know.” She winks.
“Oh man. Uuuuh here’s a sexy song, get to it.” The radio spouts before cutting straight to another song. The sound of running hooves clambers behind the bedroom door, joined by the plinks of the vases still on the hallway floor.
“What in Equestria is going on out there?” questions the mare, the noise coming back down the hallway again as she opens the door. Back in her room, Pinkie sets the twins on the floor still sniffling over being left alone without warning.
“Good thing the microphone isn’t on. I guess you two can sit in here while I finish my broadcast, what harm can it do right?” she smiles to them, flopping to the floor. “You two can be a real hoof-ful sometimes you know that?”
*Grrrrrbbrrrrrl* The two twins begin to make faces of discomfort, their tummys growling at Pinkie like baby lions. “Oh gosh, you’re hungry too? But all your stuff is in the nursery, and it’d wake Mr. and Mrs. Cake for sure to go make you some formula.” The two twins begin to look at her with wide eyed faces again, as the sensual music brings a thought to her mind. “You know, sometimes I’m kind of like your mommy in a way, and mommies do have a way to feed little foals in situations like these.” Her face flushes red as she rolls to her side, adjusting her legs to expose her bubblegum muffins.
“Just this once, you two can have some strawberry milk, but no telling anyone ok? This will be our little secret.” Acting on instinct, the foals crawl over and begin to suckle, drinking away their hunger. Nuzzling her buxom, they send a tingling warmth through Pinkie’s body, upwelling a new feeling of love for the foals. “W-wow. Is…is this what it’s like to be a mommy? This feels so amazing.” She smiles down at the suckling twins sweetly.
“That’s it, fill your tummies with mommies milkie.” She can’t help but giggle at the sight. Suddenly the doorknob begins to turn, forcing a squeak from deep in Pinkie’s throat.
“Pinkie Pie what’s going on? Where are the twins, and why are the breakables on the floor?” Cupcake calls, opening the door wide open to the display.
With a look of shock, she jumps as Pinkie gives her best “oopsie” smile. “I can explain? Ehehe…”
Back at the cotton cloudy home of Rainbow Dash, all energy has been exerted to get the covers as sticky as possible. “Who’d have thought this Sticky Sweet Cupcake thing could make such a mess? My covers look like Pinkie Pie’s bed. Gotta admit that was kinda fun though, that Kinkie knows what she’s talking about. Maybe I should get a bath though before I go to bed…NAH! The bed would just get me all sticky again anyway.” She gloats to herself, laying back in the icing filled bed. After relaxing for a minute, she notices the music has stopped and all there is now is muffled talking. “Where’d that radio get off to?” she wonders, digging around in the bed for her radio. Pulling it out from under the sheet, she turns up the volume to hear it better.
“…the twins kept wanting to stay awake and I didn’t want to leave them alone, so I brought them here into the room with me while I did my broadcast.”
“Huh. I guess Kinkie brought in some special guests for her show tonight. This sounds like fun.” She smiles, leaning in with intensity eager to hear how the story continues.
“…I didn’t want to disappoint them so I laid out in the floor here so they could suckle from my breasts. They seemed to enjoy themselves though.”
Licking her lips Dash continues to listen, diving deeper into the mystery of this conversation. “Oh Celestia, I might have to go for another round.” Closing her eyes, she begins to imagine the scene of her sleek fantasy dream mare, spreading her legs wide allowing Dashie access to the sweet glistening oasis of feverish love.
“…well after that you walked in and, well…here we are.” Speaks her crush, as another voice begins to respond.
“Well…I must admit this is quite the story isn’t it…I never thought you’d be the one doing this radio show, and I definitely didn’t see you as the…sexual…type…” she gives an awkward throat clearing, before continuing. “Due to the circumstances though, I think we should get away from this for tonight. You, Carrot, and I can have a talk about this in the morning Pinkie, for now we need to get the twins back to bed and you need to finish with your broadcast and get to bed yourself.”
The sudden mentioning of the name Pinkie smashes Rainbow Dash’s fantasy, as she bolts upright in a cold sweat, her face flushed crimson. “Did she just say…Pinkie?! Pinkie Pie is Kinkie? I thought they just had similar sounding names! Dear Celestia this is the most embarrassing thing ever!” she cries, slamming her head into her pillow. “How am I supposed to explain that to her and the others? I’m gonna have to keep this a secret. A deep…disturbing secret.”
Silence fills the airways for a minute or so, before the sudden sound of the microphone toppling over flickers by, followed by sudden realization. “Oh Gosh. The microphone’s still on. We just aired that all over Equestria.” The radio show phone begins to ring, and is soon after answered by the sound of her energetic friend’s voice with a tone of embarrasement. “Hello?”
“Hey are you gonna play anymore sex music tonight cause Tavi and I haven’t finished yet and it’s hard to get in the mood listening to just people talking. By the way if you can play something with more wubs she likes when the speakers vibrate.”
The sun shines through the windows of Sugar Cube Corner, as the alarm cuts on to the radio. “Hey everypony it’s time for the Bubble Flank Hoofsies Good Morning show! With your host, Bubble Flank Hoofsies! That’s me if you didn’t know. So this morning I put this huge package in someone’s box, and-“ the radio clicks off as Pinkie hits the snooze button on top, rubbing the sleepies from her eyes.
“Something tells me today is gonna be a really awkward day.” She groans, her usually curly locks now flat over her eyes. “I need my coffee.” Pinkie groggily thunks down the stairs, being welcomed by the smell of breakfast being prepared. Using her hair to block her eyes, she keeps from giving Carrot and Cupcake eye contact, focusing only on pouring herself a cup of coffee. The strong dark drink quickly causes her hair to spring up however, her eyes popping wide and awake. “That’s better” she says with a smile, before turning to the two. “Soooo…good morning…hehe…about last night-“ she tries to continue, but is cut off by Cupcakes hoof.
“Pinkie, we understand you meant well, but you should have told us about your radio show before now. It’s an adult program after all, and I feel we have the right as your landlords and your bosses to know. You are like a third daughter for us, so please don’t be afraid to come to us with these kind of things. It’ll help avoid situations like we had last night with the twins.”
Looking down some, Pinkie glances up with shiny eyes. “Am I still in trouble?” she asks worried.
“In most instances Pinkie, you’d be in a lot of trouble for something like this, but I’m going to be frank. Last night was one of the most passionate experiences we’ve had in a while, and because we didn’t know it was you we’ve been avid listeners for…a while. Because of your advice and place as stimulation in our love life, we’re going to let you off with a warning. But on two conditions.” Carrot warns, flipping some pancakes on the stove. “First off, you need to go talk to your friends about this, because I’m pretty sure they should know about your…habit…as well.”
“Alright. I’ll go tell them right after this. Pinkie Promise.” She says, crossing her chest and placing her hoof over her eye. “But what’s the other condition?”
Turning to her with a look of a loving father, he says “Keep up the good work.” Before giving her a wink. Quickly smiling, she jumps up with sugar sweet glee. “Woo hoo! I promise I won’t disappoint!”
“That a girl. Now who’s ready for pancakes?”
Cleaning up from a healthy breakfast of whole grain cereal and fruit, Twilight Sparkle cleans off the table and begins to wash the dishes. “How’d you like your breakfast Spike?” she calls to her dragon companion making a fort out of pillows and books.
“It was fruitier than dance club on the other side of town. Can’t we have something with gems, or at least some sugar sometime?” he whines.
“You know I like to eat healthy, so stop complaining. Besides only Pinkie could eat all that sugary cereal anyway.” The purple equine scolds, putting the cleaned dishes away.
“Don’t you mean ‘Kinkie Pie’.” He giggles to himself. Twilight sighs as she trots over to the fort.
“Come on don’t joke about that. We both know that was an accident, and I’m sure that’s what she wants to talk about later. Why else would she call us all together for an important conversation?” A knock comes at the door, causing the fort of pillows to cave in. “That’s probably her now.” Twilight opens the door, greeted by the blushing pink pony.
“Hi Twilight. Thanks for getting everyone together like this. I’ve got a lot to talk about, and it’s kinda embarrassing.”
“Pinkie you know you can talk to me anytime. You can talk to any of us about anything, that’s what friends are for. I don’t even mind that you called me this early in the morning either. Luckily I’m great with getting the word out quickly. All thanks to my calling plan.” She brags, Spike rolling his eyes while rebuilding his fort.
Not too long after, the others begin to arrive. “Hey Twilight, hey Pinkie. Check out my hooters aren’t they just the biggest?” softly calls Fluttershy, trotting inside with two great horned owls behind her.
“Wow they are big. What are you feeding those two?” Twilight asks.
“It’s the massaging, it really does the trick. I hope you don’t mind them, I thought they could play with Owlicious while we talk.”
“Sure I don’t mind.” Twilight says, getting comfy on the sofa with Pinkie. Not too long after Rarity and Applejack follow in suit, with bright smiles and morning cheer.
“Sorry we’re late sugar cube. Rarity an’ I were arguin’ who’s melons ‘er sweeter.”
“I told you, mine are clearly sweeter. You specialize in apples darling, while my little hobby garden behind the boutique has the perfect vantage point for proper melon growth” boasts Rarity, sweeping her hair to the side.
“Yeah right, my melons ‘re not only bigger en’ sweeter, but they’re all natural too. I seen that high class, frufru stuff you’ve been growin’ yers in, and they can’t stand up to good ol’ fashion farm soil.” She retorts in response, before being called at by Twilight.
“Girls stop arguing over who has better melons, we’re here for Pinkie. Also, where’s Rainbow Dash?” she asks.
“Probly still asleep knowin’ her.” Applejack says bluntly.
“I’m here! I’m here!” suddenly shouts Rainbow Dash, swishing into the library with bolting speed. “Sorry I uhh…I had to shower before I left.” She lies, smelling far from fresh.
“Uhhh, I think you missed a spot.” Applejack points out, noticing some crusted over icing stuck in her hair. The blue pony rubs the icing out of her mane, her face lightly blushing thinking about what it was from.
“Alright, now that everyone’s here we can get started.” Twilight starts, everyone gathering around their pink friend. “As you all know, Pinkie contacted me this morning wanting us to all get together for an important conversation. As her friends we’re going to be supportive of anything she needs to tell us, and not judge her for it.”
The group all looks to Pinkie, ready for the news she had to deliver. Her face grows awkward, blushing quickly, trying to find the words to say.
“So…yeah…I…kinda…sorta…run my own radio show…” “Are you talkin’ bout that romance music thing you do at night?” AJ suddenly blurts, causing Pinkie to go from a light red to tomato.
“M-m-maybe…?” she mumbles, quickly becoming lost in embarrassment.
“Oh darling that’s nothing to be embarrassed about. We all know about the radio show you do. It’s kind of obvious that it’s you on the other end after all.” Says Rarity.
“You…you all knew?” Pinkie wonders in amazement, looking around at her friends. All but Dash give her a look of support and understanding, while the blue Pegasus keeps her eyes off to the side trying hard not to make eye contact.
“We all know about it Pinkie, and we all love your show. I like to listen to it when I’m reading love novels before bed.” AJ continues where she left off, passing the conversation around in a circle. “I like tuh listen when I’m doin’ late night apple pick’n.”
“I tune in when I’m working on fashionable new designs for my clients looking for ways to spice up the bedroom.” Giggles Rarity.
“I tune in to your show when I spank my boyfriend with a riding crop while he squirms around with a gag in his mouth.” Softly leaves Fluttershy’s lips, as the group all looks over at her with looks of surprise. “What? That’s what her music is for, right?”
With a raised eyebrow, Twilight speaks bewildered “Remind me never to come by your house at night.”
Before being given a whispered “I’m sorry” in response.
“Anyway…we all listen to your show, and we don’t like you any less for doing your radio show. It’s who you are, and you’ve proven that we can all enjoy it in one way or another. Right girls?”
“RIGHT!” they all exclaim, except for Rainbow Dash, still trying to stay as quiet as possible.
“Right Rainbow Dash?” The sudden call out makes Dashie jump, as she snaps back to the conversation.
“Yes” she spurts, before glancing at Pinkie and blushing again from the memories of last night.
“Is there anything you wanted to add?” Twilight asks her, giving her a look of questioning.
She scratches the back of her head, her body becoming weak and shakey. Deep down feelings of being cornered build up, and she quickly sighs in defeat. “Alright…Pinkie…” her face becomes as red as Pinkie’s as she continues. “When I listen to your show, I feel something I don’t really understand. The way you speak over the radio, and the advice you give…I even tried your advice from last night…it was an amazing experience…and I think I…” her mouth is suddenly hushed by Pinkie’s hoof.
“You don’t have to say it Dashie. I know what you mean.” She says with a smile, before leaning forward and giving her a hug. The warm feelings welling up deep inside come out, as Dashie gives her a loving hug back, with a little nuzzle on the cheek.
Later in the evening, Pinkie Pie grabs a quill from the shelf and some paper, eager to tell Princess Celestia of the lesson the day had held. “Dear Princess Celestia, today I learned you don’t have to keep secrets from your best friends, and you can trust them with anything you need to let them know, no matter how embarrassing it might be. Friends are there to support each other, no matter if they have a problem, need help, or have a strange interest. A true friend will never think any less of you for who you are, and will support your choice as an individual. Your faithful subject, Pinkie Pie” wrapping the letter up, she hands it to Spike, and the majestic green flames send the message straight to the princess’s desk.
Meanwhile, Celestia is attending to her own business preparing for tonight’s fun. “Luna, get KNKE tuned in. Your big sister has a big present for you tonight” she croons, her rainbow mane washing away into a sparkling mallow purple.
“Not now I just made it to the next level!” she calls back in annoyance. The lights dim as the TV suddenly cuts off, leaving the dark room lit only by a few candles that suddenly light, joined by the sounds of KNKE. The elder princess glows in the doorway, with a tender smile.
“Welcome to level 69. I hope you’re ready to beat the boss.”
