Author's Note

Pinkie Pie's POV

Good Night: 8

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“Good Night, Junii!” I exclaim, just as she had slipped in under her quilt as she was closing her eyes.

“Good Night, Pinkie..” she responds, stifling a yawn.

“This was fun..” she ponders, thinking back at everything that had transpired.

Of course; she could not just forget that her Mother had supplied her with the required Muffin, just before bedtime. She had been baking it, while we were out.

“So many friends..” I ponder; “and we had so much fun!” I conclude, as I watch her fall asleep before me.

It isn’t as if I could complain; it is late, and she certainly do need her sleep.

This time, I had chosen to lie with her in her bed, to share the last moment of her day.

I had opted not to lie at the foot end of the bed, like a dog; but by her side, like a companion.

“I am her friend, not her pet..” I ponder; “she gave me the Muffin, and took me outside!” I consider.

If she had forgotten, or just did not have one; but she had never even stopped, considering to put a leash on me. She offered me, to walk by her side; even if I had bounced by her side as I tend to do when I am particularly happy. I had been happy, today. She had been kind and caring, like a true Friend. At least, in my eyes.

She yawns, and I yawn with her. Maybe I am tired and sleepy, after all. Yet; I can not quite fall asleep, even if I try to close my eyes.

Sleep has to wait. It is not yet time.

I feel the girl by my side; even if I had chosen to lie on top of her quilt, rather than under it.

She is relaxed, relaxing by my side; everything is right with the world, I am happy and content with myself.

Of course, I sense a fly; buzzing around the lamp, even if it is dark and cold since it had been turned off.

Time is slowly passing by, I can almost count the seconds as if they had been lice walking on the carpet. What a silly image, but I guess it is what came before me. Still, it is what it is.

The Moon rices, a pale silvery yellow glow to it. Not quite the cold, Silver Moon; since there is so much joy in the air, from the day almost at an end.

With the Moon up, and the girl fast asleep; I jump up to my position, where I am waiting for the Angel and the Daemon to take their place upon my shoulders: right and left, respectively.

“So delicious!” the Angel whispers in my ear; “just like the one, she served you the night before!” she continues.

“Forget the silly Pastry, when you can feast on her warm blood..” the Daemon growls; “then you can lick her dry, enjoying the rich flavours all night!” she continues.

“Oh, yeah..” I respond, “I guess you could be my Appetizer, then?” I inquire.

“At least, you would leave Junii alive..” the Angel proposes; “I am certain, she will offer you another Muffin, just as delicious and the one the night before!” she supplies.

“You wouldn’t Dare!” the Daemon yells.

“I will..” I promise; “and then you will come out on the other side; as a pink, cute little Filly I can care for!” I explain.

“Nooooooo..” the Daemon yells, in desperate rejection.

“Trust Pinkie, she will do it..” the Angel points out.

“Eeeeiiiiiiiiih!!!” the Daemon bellows at the top of her lungs.

“Not exactly quiet..” I concede; “But this should keep her in line!” I conclude.

“And at least, she did not wake Junii up, either!” the Angel supplies, with a bright smile.

“Yeah..” I respond; “but, at least I will only have to wait for the Price for a little while longer!” I supply, snickering.

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If the Daemon will return, to appear on my shoulder again; but at least for now, she is quiet.

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I can feel the time grow near, when I can finally have my treat. The one, I had been waiting so long for.

The scent of the delicious baked good is slowly moving towards my nostrils; teasing me, enticing me with what is to come.

As the time is finally upon me, I stop; only to take the final step, snatching my price.

I know what I had been waiting for, all day; it certainly have been worth it, I already know it.

Just as I am snatching my price, the Muffin; the Daemon evaporates, leaving nothing but a thin trail of mist and dust on the air where she had been. Not as if I am mourning her disappearance.

I had finally staved off her temptations, one more night.

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"Bon Appetite!” the Angel muses; “You’ve earned it!" she puts forth; before she is vanishing into the mist, from which she had appeared.

“Thank you..” I respond.

I am taking the final sniff, before I am starting to devour the Muffin, one bite at the time.

“This is Delicious!” I proclaim, as I am taking the first bite.

With all four Hooves planted securely on the chair upon which I am currently standing; I am taking my time, chewing the Muffin down. Just a single small bite at the time.

Maybe not quite the dainty little Bites Rarity would go with, but small, measured bites all the same. After all I want the Muffin to last me the allotted time, I had been given.

While I can still move, even after the bell tolls, and the clock strikes one; I have to consume my Muffin well before that. I can not take the chance, to risk what I have been given. I know the Consequences, brutally Grim as they are.

I take the time, chewing. With no drink, it takes me a bit longer than it otherwise would; but that is fine, by me.

In the end, the Muffin is wholey consumed.

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With the Muffin securely in my Belly; fully enjoyed, I turn to the bed. The one Bed, where my Friend Junii is already sleeping. I jump back to the bed, quietly settling beside her.

I slip in under the Quilt, the one formerly hers alone; now shared with her new friend: Me. I snuggle up to her, taking my place beside her as I am closing my eyes. I pretend I am trying to sleep. Or, is it just pretending? Either way, I do feel rather tired, and content.

Sleep Tight