Vlog : Life In Pink

by Adorkable Sunshine

Rating: everyone
Tags: Derpy Hooves, Slice of Life, Sonata Dusk, Anthology, Trixie, Comedy, Vice-Principal Luna, Equestria Girls, Main 7 (EqG)
Length: 3696

Pinkie decides to chronicle her daily adventures in a exciting new Vlog!

Pinkie decides to chronicle her daily adventures in a exciting new Vlog!

But perhaps there is also a more personal reason?

Made Popular On 2/8/19

Published 2019-02-08 22:30:01 UTC
Last updated 2019-02-14 22:04:51 UTC

Girls Don't Lie, They Change Subjects!

Pinkie's P.O.V.

“Girls don't lie darling, we simply change subjects.” Rarity gave a flippant reply towards the camera, I was barely focusing the image on screen as it was.

“So you have no idea who stole Dashie's new boots?” I asked with a coy giggle, accidentally zooming in at least a thousand percent on a squirrel in the park background.

“She's claiming their stolen!?” Rarity was heard gasping, the camera seemingly locked on the squirrel in search of a nut.

“When stuff you put away goes missing, that usually means it was stolen” I gave a point blank reply, Rarity huffing in a pout.

“Maybe I borrowed them, but I asked first!” The camera zoomed in on Rarity out of focus, her once prim and proper hair frazzling out messily.

“When did you ask?” I questioned, I was close by and never heard Rarity once.

“In the locker room, Dash flipped on her um...tasteful music and I asked. I assumed it was fine, she had been nodding her head in agreement.” Rarity smoothed her pastel blue dress nervously, eyes shifting back and forth.

“The locker? Rarity that was metal music and head banging!” I spoke in a stern tone of voice, my lips curling into a frown.

“Oh alright darling! I needed boots for a excursion into the countryside for my new Southern Sass Line, my own were far too fabulous to dare trek the great outdoors!” Rarity exploded into a emotional wreck, crossing her legs on the old wooden bench and hiding her face in shame.

“It couldn't be that bad right!?” I asked in a uneasy voice.

“I might have stepped in a few cow pies…” Rarity blushed.

“Duh, bleach and detergent!” I giggled.

“I might have also accidentally got chased by a bull, I didn't know rose still counted as a red!” Rarity frowned.

“Did you scuff them?” I cared to press forward.

“Is falling off my feet before being trampled, count as scuffed?” Rarity gently narrowed her eyes to me in search of hope.

“I think that counts as being destroyed…” My voice gave a sheepish giggle, lowering the camera towards the ground for a few seconds.

“I feared as much.” She gave a loud groan and huffed in place.

“When are you going to tell Dashie?” I burst into a chipper tone, holding back a fit of giggles.

“I shall do so um….darling is that a brand new camera?” Rarity gave a beaming smile towards the camera, followed by a mischievous squee.

Pinkie's P.O.V.

The screen flickered on and off, static slowly cascading down the blank canvas that was the black screen. Everything flashing to life in a blur of bright colors, a fuzzy screen zooming in on Sonata Dusk across the street.

Her eyes were full of a sense of loss and hair a frazzled mess of debris, she hugged herself tightly in a desperate action to gain some warmth. Cars zoomed by at top speeds as if she didn't exist, going about their day in a blissful ignorance.

“Is she still sitting on the curb?” Sunset gave a worried reply off screen, the camera locked on the poor girl wearing torn and filthy clothing.

The clouds outside darkening as a icy chill made its way over the city, the once pretty January day turning bitter and hazy.

“Yeppers! She is looking rough as a bag of cats!” My voice rang across the small taco joint we were eating in at.

“Bag off what, Pinkie?” Sunset spoke confused.

“Cats? You know mew-mew!” I meowed in a cute high pitched voice.

“In a bag? You know what nevermind!” Sunset could be heard standing up.

My camera watched in silence as Sonata sat upon the icy stone curb with heartache in her eyes, neither of her two friends anywhere in sight. Sunset suddenly popping up in front of the screen, a look of pity filling her eyes.

“Why are you filming this Pinkie?” Sunset was quick to cross her arms over her chest, hips arching off to the right.

“Because I'm thinking of hosting a Vlog, already have footage of Rarity confessing something juicy!” My voice rang high, excitement dripping off my every word.

“She totaled Rainbow's boots?” Sunset turned away from the camera, voice speaking calm and collected.

“No way, how did you know!?” My jaw nearly hit the floor.

“Rarity told me on day one, wanted to know if she should come clean.” Sunset flaunted a hand casually.

“Awww, why didn't you tell me!?” I pouted in place, zooming in extra close on the back of Sunny's head.

“Rarity thought you might be a gossip.” Sunset giggled turning her head just enough to flash a wink.

“I am not a…” I raised my voice in utmost shock.

Sunny turned to face me in silence with an arched brow.

“Huh, I am a gossip?” I gave my lips a loud smack.

“I'm heading out there!” Sunset spoke her mind drifting, walking out of view towards our table to grab a few wrapped tacos.

“Why!?” I asked surprised.

“Treat the least of your sisters with a generous heart, for kindness is grown out of compassion.” Sunset gave a simple reply from the soul.

I followed her outside with a steady hand, filming her walk across the street with a smile bright enough to light the world. She didn't see a foe from the past, nor a enemy that should be cast away to the icy streets.

She kneeled next to Sonata with a delicate grin, offering a warm hand of compassion upon her shoulder. The tacos being given with a friendly giggle, the pale blue girl fighting back tears. Quick to pull Sunset into a large hug full of sobbing and rushed words, my hand lowering the camera towards a puddle on the street.

Sunset treated her with the same love she freely gave to all her friends, I'm happy to know such a wonderful person in my life.

A heart full of understanding, the simple gift of not judging others upon their faults.

She reminds me of you.

Pillow Kombat!

Normal P.O.V.

The camera suddenly booted up with ease, focusing clearly on the neat and tidy kitchen of the Pie Family. Pinkie bouncing onto screen happily from the left, her arms overflowing with at least a dozen pillows.

“Welcome to Pinkie's Place! Something exciting is going down tonight!!” Pinkie tossed the pillows into a large pile on the kitchen floor, wearing her bright pink pajamas decorated with hearts.

“Pinkie, what on Earth are you doing!?” Limestone soon came into view as well, baggage dark under each eye. Her hair a tangled mess and wearing a white camisole, with simple grey stretch pants.

“You know earlier at dinner?” Pinkie squealed in excitement, her hands shaking side to side.

“What about it!?” Limestone groaned.

“Well we each wanted the last slice of Rocky Road Pie, so we decided to just both back off till morning!” Pinkie gave a sly smirk.

“Eat the pie, I just want a soda.” Limestone turned her head towards the camera in confusion.

“No! I spent all night coming up with... Pillow Kombat!” Pinkie suddenly began to perform various faux fighting moves, complete with dorky sound effects.

“I swear Pinkie, you're pushing me!” Limestone clenched her teeth in anger.

“It won't take long, I promise!” Pinkie wrapped her arms around her sister happily, leading her over to the massive pile of pillows for selection.

“Pink…” She sighed.

“It will be fun!” Pinkie replied in a sing song voice.

“Whatever.” She huffed in annoyance.

“In Pillow Kombat! You choose a pillow from the pile at random, one is filled with feathers, another cotton and…” Pinkie suddenly went flying back as her sister smacked her with a pillow, the young pink girl crashing into the kitchen wall with a loud thud.

Limestone held a large red pillow close before she unzipped the side, piles of cold wet garden dirt falling out across the once clean floor. Her sister sliding down the wall slowly much like a wet sponge, soft snores echoing from her limp frame as she was completely TKO'd.

“Huh, you're right that was fun!” Limestone dropped the dirt pillow to the floor with a thud, walking to the fridge for a soda before she left the kitchen.

Pinkie just snored loudly on the floor hunched over against the wall for minutes on end, Marble slowly walking into view from the darkness of the hallway. She took a second to prop her sister's head onto a cotton pillow, placing a tender kiss on her forehead before skipping towards the counter.

The plate of pie on full display, Marble smiling happily before picking it up to enjoy as a midnight snack. Her silver fork slicing through the sweet treat with utmost ease, picking a tiny piece up and taking her first of many savory bites.

“Mm-hmm!” She giggled walking out of view as well, the kitchen light soon clicking off.

Dash's P.O.V.

The camera clicked on with a rainbow flash of colors, the screen focusing on my most fun to be around friend Pinkie Pie. She was hunched over near a bush at the school courtyard, wearing a white blouse and a ice cream sandwich decorated mini skirt. Don't forget her hair was a total Trainwreck, her usual vibrant pink color now a sickly pastel hue.

“Tell everyone out there watching ‘Dash's Corner’ Pinkie, why you look like a melted piece of cotton candy?” I giggled in absolute paradise right now.

“Ohhh, my sister hit me with a bag of dirt!” Pinkie gazed up with a light green color spread across her face.

“Hahaha, why!?” I did my best not to snort in laughter.

“Because I'm an idiot, isn't that what you want to hear!?” Pinkie groaned in pain before looking away from the camera.

“Just need to make sure, this is how we learn!” I zoomed in extra close on her midriff in excitement.

“Show me the money shot girl!” I quivered uncontrollably, needing to get this glorious monster documented.

Pinkie glared to me in firey anger from beside the bush, lifting her blouse up to show off her midriff. Focusing in on the huge bright red welt left across her skin, it was absolutely gnarly and almost seemed to pulse the longer you lingered on it.

“Never aga-argghhhh!” Pinkie exploded into a quivering mass of pain, blowing chunks behind the once leafy bush loudly.

I decided now was the time to turn off the camera, maybe help poor Pinkie hold her hair back.

Seriously what are girlfriends for?

Normal P.O.V.

The camera booted on with a slight skip, Twilight Sparkle gently positioning the screen to focus on her. Her tongue was cutely sticking out of the side of her mouth, thick cat eye glasses slowly shifting down the bridge of her nose.

Fluttershy gently poking her head into view from the far left, her silken waves of pink hair hiding her features shyly away from the lens.

“Um Twilight, why do you have a camera in your locker?” Fluttershy spoke in barely a whisper, swiftly pulling out of view once more.

“Someone keeps opening my locker and eating my midday snack, so I borrowed Pinkie's camera to catch the culprit red-handed!” Twilight smugly proclaimed happy with her hiding spot between a group of books, slamming the locker shut with a loud clang.

After a few minutes of darkness the door flung open wide, Rarity quickly stashing away a pair of ripped and muddy boots inside Twilight's locker. Deviously smirking in delight before noticing she was being filmed, her eyes widening in horror as she snatched the boots up and dashed off.

The locker barely latching shut.

After a few more moments light poured into the pitch black locker again, Trixie stood in the doorway with a glint in her eye and a pouty smirk across her lips. Removing a smooth rolled up paper swiftly from her turquoise blouse sleeve, she opened up Twilight's English book and switched the real report for her faux one.

Giggling in mischievous delight she reached into her mouth, plucking out a wet piece of chewed bubblegum. Pressing it onto the real report, she slammed the paper firmly against the roof of the locker.

Out of sight and out of mind, flinging the locker shut with a satisfactory smirk.

Only a few more moments would pass until light flowed into the locker a last time, Rainbow Dash searching through Twilight's stuff in a huge panic, one that could only come from not completing homework. Her eyes lit up as she slung open the English book, yanking free the report from within with a loud squee.

Dash quick to pull out a pencil and erase her friend's name, hastily writing down her own across the front with a look of relief. Those large violet eyes spotting Twilight's sticky bun in a bag to the left, Dash giving a shrug before plucking it free from it's plastic prison and placing it between her lips.

The locker slammed shut, before the real report fell loose from the ceiling.

Wafting down as it neatly landed atop Twilight's English book.

The Office.

Twilight Sparkle's P.O.V.

The camera screen flickered on slowly, straining the hardware within to make the picture as clear as possible. Though a bit of grainy footage was left behind, the lens focused on a young woman in her twenties sitting behind a scrawny plastic desk, covered in many folders of various types.

Her eyes were a piercing blue much like the pale glow of the moon at night, her skin a soft and smooth light bluish grey tone that simply added to her beauty. Long dark sapphire colored hair tumbled down her backside messily, only held in place by a simple hair clip as cute half-moon earrings dangled from her earlobes.

Her outfit not as professional as one might have thought for a Vice Principal. A simple pastel violet short sleeved blouse, a pair of form fitting blue jeans and last but not least loafers.

This young woman was all that stood between Canterlot High and the utter chaos of the world, as Vice Principal a position given by her older sister Principal Celestia. Luna was in charge of running the school on a tight budget.

A job that took grit and a sense of no fear…

“Are you just going to narrate or are we doing this interview?” Luna gave a soft roll of the eye to the camera, the desk before her swimming in work that needed to be done soon.

“Was just setting the mood.” My voice rang happily off screen.

“Well no need, nothing but desk work really.” She gave a soft tap of her slender fingers across the plastic frame.

“I was about to ask that.- Why is it, that you have a plastic desk?” I questioned in curiosity.

“Well budget reasons really. The school has had it rough this past year, sometimes we just need to make sacrifices.” She slowly flipped open a folder, pale hues taking in the recent information before her.

“But isn’t that a child's desk? - Also, what do you say to those who claim Celestia is pocketing funds for her own reasons?” I made sure to add a bit of pressure to the questions.

“No, it’s an adult desk I’ll have you know!- As for the second question, she inherited that Mustang from our great uncle samuel!” The young woman gave a loud slam of her fist atop the desk, folders falling over to reveal a ‘Dora The Explorer’ decal on the front.

“...” I could only sit there filming in silent awe.

“I’m a fan of the show…” She replied seriously.

Luna leaned against a stone wall looking over the selection on display within a large vending machine, her eyes gazing deeply to a certain chocolate bar on the far left. Her delicate hand tracing down the glass frame in desire, a soft exhale escaping her lips afterwards.

“I’ve had my eye on that bar, for two years now.” She gave a smack of her lips.

“Why is it, that the Principal's office has a brand new coffee maker? - Yet the student's vending machines are still busted?” My voice became stern as I was in search of the truth, the hallways empty while classes were in session.

“The repair man should be by next…She has a new coffee maker?” Luna let her eyes widen in complete surprise.

“Were you unaware?” I asked a bit calmer.

“Well of course I knew, I haven't been sending students off campus to fetch me coffee or anything!” Luna arched her hips defensively, placing her hands upon her waist.

“Ms. Luna, they had muffins on sale today! - I placed a few on your tab, I hope that's fine!?” Derpy gave a proud giggle walking on screen holding a coffee tray, a warm bag of fresh muffins from Starbucks in her other hand.

“Please delete this footage.” Luna gazed into the camera sadly.

“Some students suggest that the school menu is mostly vegan, due to the fact that school funding has been misused.- What is your reply?” I asked a hard hitting question to Luna, sunk in behind her bilingual heroine's desk clutching a white bag.

“My sister and I, have been proud vegans for the past decade! We simply wish to help spread a healthier lifestyle to the next generation, lunch is our favorite time of the day!” Luna gave a smug smile towards the screen.

“What is inside the bag ma'am?” The scent of something delicious was wafting across the small office.

“That my dear, is the scent of a lovely hand crafted vegan lunch! It costs just a bit more, but my sister picks me up a meal, along with her own everyday.” Luna giggled softly prying open the bag, staring inside with innocent glee.

“Well the scent is heavenly.- May I have a bite?” I asked politely, Luna lifting her eyes towards the camera blankly.

“It's a half eaten McRib?” Luna lifted a open grease soaked box out of the bag confused.

I wasn't quite sure what to say, so I decided to simply cut.

Talking To Myself / Happy Birthday!

The camera slowly clicks on with a soft hum, the auto focus centering on Pinkie Pie across the room atop her bed. Body sprawled out boredly as dark ocean hues lock on the ceiling, gently caressing a old rock candy necklace in her pink right hand.

She turns on her side and flops out of bed with a dull thud, her usually bubbly bouncy hair starting to flatten. The young girl taking a silent seat on a fuzzy pink chair, soon positioned in front of her camera and computer.

“The nights are longer now, I want to just go out and do something!” Pinkie forces a smile to spread across her quivering lips.

“Well maybe not Pillow Kombat, that knocked the air out of me heehee!” The girl slumped down low in her seat, hands lifting to cover her eyes tightly.

“Sunny, she's suggested making new memories! Yet, they act surprised when I show up with a camera the next day!” Pinkie shakes her head to the side with a deep breath.

“That's exactly what I'm doing, I'm helping Twilight confront Dashie tomorrow! Might then toss Rarity in later, just to see what explodes!” Pinkie suddenly does a twirl on her chair giggling.

“New from the old, nothing wonderful ever stays gold…” The girl stops in place with a look of distance in her large blue eyes, leaning over to click off the camera.

Recording.XX : Birthday! ~ Date: XX.

Pinkie Pie is smiling towards the camera with bright pink braces on her teeth, covered head to toe in flour, batter or spilt eggs. Her bouncy pink hair in a high standing ponytail, her hands clapping together in pure delight.

“I made a cake, a super moist cake!” Pinkie quickly ran across the kitchen floor in ecstasy, slipping on a puddle of cold milk on the floor as she went crashing down out of sight.

The camera shifting to Limestone sitting at the kitchen table boredly, her lime green eyes flashing a angry glare.

“Don't look at me, I don't do pick ups!” She sneered.

The camera moved towards Pinkie just as she shot up from the floor like a pink thunderbolt, her breathing extra erratic but with eyes shining like stars in innocent happiness.

“I'm okies, my tooth is feeling loose but that's what the braces are for!” Pinkie did a one eighty spin, performing a cute jazz hand routine towards a large chocolate cake.

“Ta-da! I made it myself, chocolate cake with marshmallows, pecans and a vanilla pudding center!” Pinkie narrowed her eyes towards the camera in sly satisfaction.

“Eww, pecans and pudding!?” Limestone shouted from the table in disgust.

“Yes Ms.Lemon Lime, I call it Dirt Cake!” Pinkie blew a raspberry towards her sister off screen.

“Pzzt, spends all day in the dirt, I'm sure bzzt wishes to eat dirt too!” Lime spoke in a mocking tone, the video skipping a few times.

“She might be a sour puss, but know this will be a team effort!- I'm going to make her frost it…” Pinkie lifted up a tiny hand in front of her mouth secretively, whispering into the camera.

“Like hell you are!” Lime hissed from afar, the sound of the back door opening echoing across the tiny kitchen.

“Don't be such a downer, I'm off to wrangle me a sour puss! When you see this later, just know I took this upcoming punch because I love you!!” Pinkie giggled as she blew a kiss, running off screen with a coy smile.

“Frost and maybe sign it, you have such lovely handwriting!” Pinkie's voice chased after her sister in a fit of giggles.

“Get back Pinkie, I'll sock you one!” Lime groaned off screen in a annoyed voice.

The screen flickering weakly as the camera soon clicked off.