Diamond Tiara blinked as Pinkie slipped the menu on the table and sat across from her. The place was mostly empty, and she had lost track of time. She should have been home. Should have been on the phone late into the night. Just like… Just like…

She blinked away a tear at her eye as she pulled up the menu closer to her. She should order something more than the coffee and piece of cake she had. It was the polite thing to do, even if it cost money. At least, until her face turned red.

And then, she laughed.

Pinkie blinked at the laugh, before glancing around herself. They were the only two in there, so that wasn’t why. Then again, this was Diamond Tiara. She could just have some crude words to say about her new practice after all.

But Diamond Tiara didn’t say that. She stared at Pinkie, one of her hands going through her messy hair. It betrayed how little sleep she got. How many long hours she took in at work and at home. Somehow though, right now, she could smile before whispering, “I never thought you and I would have something in common.”

Pinkie tilted her head, before smiling back at Diamond Tiara. “You looked lonely, so I thought I would try to help you not feel so bad. I was even going to offer a discount for you if you wanted.”

Diamond Tiara took another sip of her coffee, before shaking her head. “Sorry, but I’m not interested. Even if I thought you were just doing this to be a whore, I just don’t swing that way. I… don’t really swing anyway nowadays, but I guess being too tired to feel heated will do that to you.”

Pinkie frowned a little, before walking over closer to Diamond Tiara and placing a hand on her arm. “You should be home then. I bet even you can spare a few extra hours to rest up, right?”

The younger mare shook her head. “I shouldn’t have even stopped here as long as I did. Just been wrapped up in my thoughts recently.”

Pinkie smiled a little before pointing to the menu. “Well, while my Cup of Sugar Special is meant to be sweet, loving sex, I could always try my hand at therapy instead. Just let me get my outfit for that!”

Pinkie was halfway to changing into the outfit from thin air when Diamond Tiara asked, “Shouldn’t that be Ms. Cupcake of Sugar?”

Pinkie blinked a few times before looking back at the younger mare, who went on to say, “I’m not oblivious to the goings on in town. In fact, I felt the Cake’s passing very dearly myself, though probably not for the same reasons as you. Even worse was when their kids didn’t take this place, wanting to start their own elsewhere.”

“A mother, a daughter, and foals, all missing from both of our lives. Well, my mother would be if she didn’t want to keep mooching off of me.”

Pinkie stayed where she was at the words, before faintly smiling. “It does help you know. Make me forget how empty my nest is. Especially with mares and stallions like you and Button Mash. Those who need a bit of comfort, or even more for one poor boy under my studies.” She let out a chuckle as one of her hand landed on her hip, just to make it clear what studies she meant.

Diamond Tiara merely smiled, before sipping on the last of her coffee, “Well, as long as it makes you happy then. I’m going to head back home. Though…” she said as one of her nails drifted along the countertop, “if Button mash is looking for some company, I could maybe fit him in my schedule so you can take care of some other idiot.”

Pinkie smiled at the news, and the two merely smiled at the other before they both took their separate ways. Pinkie drifted to the back of the restaurant, holding her menu, before flipping it over.

On the back, there were two pictures. One was of her pseudo parents. Smiling, cheerful, but their age was showing from their hunched shoulders and wrinkled skin. Even Ms. Cake would be hard to be called beautiful with the lines on her face. The other was of the twins, waving to her as they left on a train to Manehatten, ready to chase their dreams.

Pinkie still missed them, but at least her menu let her keep feeling like she was a part of a family. A part of something bigger than friendship, even if it was brought to her a few bits at a time.

Author's Note

This story changed a lot while typing, but I feel it now TRULY reflects a lot of my original works, with a high focus on story and characters instead of porn. Why am I bringing this up?
Because one of my books is currently free until the end of the 24th, and it would mean a lot to me if you checked it out!