Living the Life of Industrialism

by FlutterDash

Rating: teen
Tags: Romance, Original Character, Fluttershy, Adventure, Pinkie Pie, DJ P0N-3, Slice of Life, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Alternate Universe, Rainbow Dash
Length: 5531

The Urban Life of Equestria

What happens when you combine Industrialist Grunge with Equestria? A completely different setting, where trees are sparse but clubs are plentiful. The Elements of Harmony do not act as they normally would; sure, Rainbow Dash is still loyal, Fluttershy still loves, Pinkie Pie is still the creator of laughter, Rarity is still generous, Twilight Sparkle is still the intelligent one and Applejack is still honest. But none of this comes into play in the conventional style. No, this world is a world where it is dangerous to be alone and even more dangerous to go into foreign groups. PinkieShy shipping included.

Published 2011-12-18 16:51:58 UTC
Last updated 2011-12-23 06:57:48 UTC

Introduction: Just Another Industrialist Morning...

“Wake up, Flutters,” a familiar voice said.

“Hrrngh…”

“Wake up.”

“Hrnggh…”

“It’s morning, wake up!” A gentle nudge, just enough to turn Fluttershy over. A gentle kiss was found upon her lips.

“Fine, Pinkie, fine…” she mumbled quietly, opening her eyes to the sight of her marefriend, Pinkie Pie, standing over her.

“Goodie!” Pinkie smiled and hopped off the bed, looking at herself in the mirror. Fluttershy looked over to Pinkie; that pony of various pinks, a line of hoop earrings up the outer edge of both of her ears. She noticed that Pinkie was wearing a grey graphic tee, the graphic being of her cutie mark. She also noticed that she was wearing black athletic shorts, white lines adorning the sides of each. Her hair was that of its usual grandeur: a poofy mane and tail that looked more like cotton candy than anything else. She smiled and got up, cracking her neck and walking over to Pinkie Pie to give her a hug.

“What time is it?” Fluttershy yawned while hugging her marefriend.

“About 9:05 A.M. silly!” A typical Pinkie Pie response.

“Oh…” she walked over to their shared walk-in closet, enjoying the feel of the freshly-put, soft velvet red carpet, and began searching for some clothes to put on; she can’t just go out the way she was, she wasn’t a prostitute or a nudist. Hmm, hmm, what to wear… aha! She pulled out an off-white graphic tee, emblazoned with what seemed to be a spray-painted heart of cyan, pink and red, and a pair of light black, tight jean-shorts. She closed the doors of the previously-left-open closet, and took in her surroundings one last time before she began the day; the velvet red carpet, the off-white walls, the maple closet doors and frame, the wall made entirely of glass windows, the frames matching the off-white of the walls…

“What do you think will happen today?” Pinkie inquired.

“Don’t know, almost afraid to find out.” She had quieted down quite a bit on the last part and smirked; she knew that here anything could happen. She slipped the shirt on and, with Pinkie’s help, was able to get the comfortable-but-snug shorts on. Pinkie began putting Fluttershy’s hair up into a stylish bun, leaving small sections to hang down on both sides. “How do I look?”

“Lookin’ gorgeous as always.” The remark had made Fluttershy smile. She always loved when Pinkie complimented her, it made her feel loved – don’t get her wrong, though, she knew Pinkie loved her beyond all comprehension. It’s just, sometimes, she wishes Pinkie would express it in less erratic ways, and she liked it calmer when it was just the two of them. “Annnd… finished!”

“Thanks, Pinkie.” She kissed Pinkie affectionately, holding it through for a few seconds, before pulling back and blushing. Pinkie smiled.

“Want some breakfast Flutters?”

Fluttershy nodded and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window as she heard Pinkie hop away into the hallway. She looked through the window and sighed, seeing that the metropolitan city of Manehattan beneath her had already began to bustle. I’m so happy here, I never thought that moving here and taking up an apartment with Pinkie would be so… satisfying. You see, Fluttershy was from Manehattan – however she, like many of the dwellers of this city, was living in the slums. Pinkie, on the other hand, well… she also lived in the slums. They lived together, for that matter. However with some luck, they had managed to win the lottery special “Lucky Pegasi’s” and got a substantial amount of money, enough to buy a mid-class high-rise apartment, and still keep themselves well-fed. And, of course, enough to go clubbing with their friends whenever they felt like it – which was every night, according to Pinkie.

She heard a ping and Pinkie shouting “Breakfast’s ready!” Well, time to go and start this day off, she thought to herself.

Chapter One: Well, That Seems Legitimate.

Author's Note: You'll notice I used a lot of names of IRL things in this chapter, but ponified the names. Let me know if you can tell what they are in the comments! ;D
P.S. I don't own any of them, just saying.

Fluttershy walked out into the hallway, smelling something that had a spicy, exotic tinge to it. “Pinkie, what is that smell?” She walked into the kitchen archway to find Pinkie taking out a couple boxes from the microwave.

“Just something I got from Pony Express while you were asleep, silly,” Pinkie explained, “its foreign!”

“O-oh, I see.” Fluttershy said rather apprehensively, not too sure what to think of it. They both sat down at their small table and Pinkie Pie immediately began eating, face-inside-the-box style. Fluttershy, on the other hoof, slowly nibbled on it and realized it wasn’t like the hay strands she normally eats, but it was softer and more seasoned… “So, Pinkie…”

“Mmph?” Pinkie said from inside the box.

Fluttershy took another taste before speaking. “What are we gonna do tonight?”

“Mmph mmh mmmhmph!”

“What?”

Pinkie took her head out of the box, noodles hanging from her mouth. “Party of course!” She then proceeded to stick her face into the box again, finishing where she left off. Fluttershy ate a bit more of hers, before pushing it to the side.

“Something wrong, Flutters?” Pinkie inquired.

“No, just… not really into the taste is all. You want it?” Fluttershy replied with a contorted look on her face that exemplified “Whatever that is, I want no part of it.” Before she could say anything else, Pinkie already had her face inside of the half-eaten box of… whatever it was… finishing up where Fluttershy left off. Fluttershy just sighed. She’ll eat anything that’s edible. Pinkie went to wash her face off in the sink, leaving Fluttershy to throw away the boxes. She looked at the clock, which read 10:49 A.M.

The Day Turns into Night…

Fluttershy and Pinkie Pie were sitting on their sectional sofa, watching the 48” Ponysonic television they had recently bought, the show “P.S.F.: International”. Pinkie looked over at the clock; it read 8:03 P.M.

“Oh, Flutters, it’s about time we start going out if we’re gonna party the night away!” Pinkie said enthusiastically. “Come on, you silly filly!”

Fluttershy just sighed. “Okay, Pinkie, let’s go.” They got off the sofa and while Fluttershy turned off the television and made sure everything was shut off and the back door was locked, made her way over to Pinkie.

Why does she even bother with the back door, Pinkie thought, it’s just a fire escape. Pinkie was the first to go out and Fluttershy, after locking the front door and making sure she had the keys to get back in, followed after her bouncing marefriend to the elevator. “Hey, hey Flutters.”

“Y-Yup?”

“Where do you want to go tonight?” Pinkie was excited, just like every other night.

“I don’t know,” Fluttershy said admittedly, “plus I chose last night. It’s your turn.” She hit the button for the First Story.

“Ooh! Ooh! How about that one that recently opened? The pClub?” Pinkie asked, to which Fluttershy responded with a quiet murmur of “Okay.” And with that, the elevator doors opened to the First Story, and they walked out into the lobby.

“Evening, ladies.” The stallion at the Lobby desk said, smiling at Pinkie Pie and Fluttershy. He had a white coat and a light orange mane and tail, his mane being slicked back. He wore a suit-vest, and his cutie mark was a clipboard.

“Hiya, Check!” Pinkie chimed in happily, smiling at Check List.

“H-hi…” Fluttershy quietly said, looking away. Pinkie noticed and whispered to Fluttershy “it’s okay, don’t be nervous.” and entwined her tail with Fluttershy’s.

“Where are you two lovebirds going tonight?” Check List asked, knowing they always went clubbing every night.

“Oh, we’re going to the pClub,” Pinkie said before nuzzling Fluttershy softly, “it’s the newest nightclub, it opened a few nights ago. It looks exciting!” She began bouncing up and down in place, making Fluttershy’s tail follow her movements.

Check List just chuckled. “Well, okay then. You two be safe out there.” His expression then became quite serious. “I heard it’s a rather gruesome bunch around that there area, and I don’t want anything happening to my two favorite mares in this apartment building.” You see, Check List honestly cared about Fluttershy and Pinkie Pie – they were the closest thing to friends he had in this apartment building, and seeing as he only got a day off every now and then, he cherished the very few minutes of each day that he got to talk to them.

“I-it is?...” Fluttershy cowered behind Pinkie Pie, afraid of what could happen.

“Flutters, don’t be so afraid. Nobody will mess with you, not as long as I’m still alive!” Pinkie said in an attempt to calm Fluttershy down, but she meant it – she wouldn’t let a thing harm Fluttershy. She looked over at Check List and nodded. “Thanks, Check, but I think we’ll be okay if we just play it cool.”

“Aight then, if I’m still on shift when you come back I want to know how it went.” Check grinned. He knew how much trouble the two could get into, albeit never understood how – Fluttershy was always so quiet and cowardly, and Pinkie Pie was simply cheery and energetic beyond comprehension.

Pinkie and Fluttershy nodded and exited the Lobby, being greeted by a barrage of sights – the bustling throngs of ponies of various colors and classes, the street signs depicting shops ranging from coffee nooks to bars to nightclubs, the streets filled with pony-drawn carriages, the ones pulling the carriages strong and fast enough to be able to join any team they could possibly want. Pinkie nodded at Fluttershy as if saying “Let’s do this.” and they began to walk down the sidewalks of Manehattan, tail-in-tail, taking in the ever-so-familiar sights; the throngs of ponies, the dark and unattended-to alleyways where nothing good comes from. The graffiti covering brick walls of abandoned shops and houses, symbolizing different gangs and their marks. The different nightclubs, their neon lights shining brightly to show their names. The various corner coffee shops, much-loved during the day but abandoned and dark during the night hours. They made a turn and found what they were looking for: in bright neon pink letters, it jutted out from the side of the glassed-in building not even thirty feet away: “The pClub.”

“There it is!” Pinkie could hardly contain her excitement, whereas Fluttershy was simply quiet. “Flutters?” Fluttershy looked at her. “Are you okay?”

“Yup,” she sighed. “Just thinking about what Check List said…”

“Don’t worry your pretty head, you silly filly!” Pinkie smiled, making Fluttershy smile a little as well. “You got me; nothing is going to hurt you.” This made Fluttershy smile and nod, and began resting her head on Pinkie’s shoulder. They just stood there for a few minutes, letting Fluttershy get her bearings back together before they continued their trek into the newest nightclub of Manehattan. She whispered quietly into Fluttershy’s ear, “Ready, Flutters?”

“Y-Yup.” Fluttershy was still a little nervous, but more confident than before due to Pinkie’s assurance that everything will be okay. They proceeded to walk towards the club, passing by an alleyway, but were quickly snatched away by unknown stallions, whom dragged the two of them into the alleyway.

“Hey! Let go of us, you meanies!” Pinkie yelled.

“With pleasure,” one of the stallions said, perhaps with more malice than would have been liked, before the both of them were thrown to the back of the alley, hitting the brickwork and sliding down to the dirt-covered concrete flooring. Fluttershy curled up into a ball, shaking with fear, afraid to move. Pinkie Pie was in front of her, protecting her from the stallions who took them away.

“Don’t you dare touch my Flutters!” Pinkie screamed. One of the stallions, with a black coat and a grey mane cut into a ragged and messy style, walked towards her and went out to grab Fluttershy. All of a sudden he felt the floor, an aching pain in his jaw and the taste of blood in his mouth. Pinkie Pie had kicked him straight in the jaw, causing a few teeth to fly out.

“Well, aren’t you just a tough cookie,” One of the other stallions, this one sporting an orange coat and a yellow-orange mane that was cut into a spiky style said. “It’ll be fun to get you.” He began to walk towards Pinkie Pie but stopped when a voice that was familiar to all of them, a rather tomboyish one, called out.

“And what do we have here, boys?” A cyan mare appeared, sporting a rainbow mane and tail, both cut into an uneven and messy, spiky style, two purple studs in her outer right ear and a few purple wristbands wrapped around her hooves. She was wearing a popped-collar, unbuttoned black shirt over a pink pullover, and a pair of grey jeans that sagged slightly showing off her cutie mark. It was Rainbow Dash.

Chapter Two: I Lied!

Author's Note: Sorry for the wait, you guys. Had a few minor issues here and there, but I managed to fix things up! I just have a new writing program, so I'm sorry if there's any errors I missed. Still trying to get the handles of it.

P.S. For the record, the Chapter Titles don't make any sense for a reason.

“Rainbow Dash,” Pinkie Pie exclaimed, “it’s you!” She proceeded to pounce on Rainbow, causing her to fall over. The various stallions were beginning to pull Pinkie off when Rainbow Dash stopped them.

“No, don’t. She’s cool, she’s with me.” She said with a calm voice that still somehow exuberated authority over the much larger stallions.

“Aight, boss.” The orange stallion said and looked over at Fluttershy. “And her?”

“She’s with me too. Midnight Dare, go clean yourself up. The rest of you, follow suit.” The gang of stallions walked away, leaving just Rainbow Dash, Pinkie Pie and Fluttershy to be in the dank, dark alleyway. Pinkie Pie bounced off of Rainbow Dash and bounced back to Fluttershy, softly nuzzling her and whispering in her ear.

“Its okay, Flutters. The bad men are gone now; you don’t need to be afraid.” Pinkie continued to whisper calming things into Fluttershy’s ear, until she could eventually get her to stand up, minutes later.

“O-okay…” Fluttershy mumbled, shaking like a leaf due to fear. She clung onto Pinkie for support, her clothes dust-covered due to the ancient dirt that laid upon the concrete flooring beneath them.

“Say, what’re you two doin’ out in these here streets anyways? Shouldn’t you two be, you know, somewhere where you won’t get mugged at every turn by my gang?” She asked, quickly adding on “Well, you won’t now, but you were about to be!”

“W-we…” Fluttershy simply hid behind Pinkie, still afraid at the sight of her best friend for obvious reasons.

“It’s okay, Flutters,” Pinkie said soothingly as she stroked Fluttershy’s done-up mane, “I’ll handle this. Just relax, my love.” She proceeded to kiss Fluttershy softly on the lips, making her smile. “Better?” A nod in return. “Goodie.” She turned towards Rainbow Dash again, holding Fluttershy close to her. “Well, we were going to that new pClub that opened up recently before your meanie friends came around!”

Rainbow simply snickered. “Those guys, my friends? Good joke. No, no, you see Pinkie…” she smiled that ever-confident smile of hers. “I am the leader of one of the largest, most organized crime gangs this side of this ‘ere city. We control the majority of the area. They are simply my lackeys, not my friends.” She leaned up against one of the crumbling, graffiti-covered brick walls of the alleyway, took out some gum and began chewing it before continuing. “I’m sorry ‘bout those dunderheads that tried to attack you two, too.” She blew a single bubble that popped rather loudly. “They didn’t realize you were a couple of my girls.”

“It’s okay Dashie, you know I couldn’t stay mad at you!” Pinkie smiled. “I’m just a wee bit angry that they scared my Flutters.”

“N-no, its… its okay. I’m okay.” Fluttershy said rather timidly. “J-just a little dirty is all…”

Rainbow sighed and walked over, brushing off Fluttershy, making a large cloud of dust form that made them all cough and gag until it finally dissipated. “There, good as new. So, where was it you were going now?”

“The pClub!” Pinkie chimed in enthusiastically and a bit louder than normal, making Fluttershy jump. “Oopsie, sorry Flutters.” Fluttershy simply nodded and mumbled something unintelligible.

“Oh, well, y’best be on your way then. I’ll leave word in to not mess with you two.” Rainbow grinned and walked out of the alleyway, leaving the two lovers to their own devices.

“Come on Flutters,” Pinkie entwined her tail with Fluttershy’s, “we’re wasting Luna’s good moonlight!”

“O-okay…”

The two walked out of the alley, Pinkie shaking herself off, leaving a huge cloud of dust where they were standing. They walked towards the pClub and smiled at each other, before waltzing in like nothing had even happened beforehand.

The pClub

They walked in to what seemed to be an abandoned, empty room, save for a single elevator.
“Well, this must the way in.” Pinkie said, dragging Fluttershy along with her in her bounces. The elevator shut behind them, and within a few minutes there was a click and a voice saying “Welcome to the pClub.” and with that, the elevator doors opened to reveal a fenced-in-catwalk and what seemed to be reflective walls, all made out of…

“Mirrors,” Fluttershy whispered in awe, “mirrors everywhere.” And indeed, the entire room was covered in mirrors from floor-to-ceiling, save for the single catwalk that lay in front of them.

“Well, what are we waiting for? Let’s go, you silly filly!” exclaimed Pinkie Pie as she bounced her way down the catwalk, Fluttershy chasing after her. After what seemed to be forever and a century, they finally arrived at a pair of double doors that were solid, making what was behind them a curiosity. When they pushed it open together (it was too heavy for just one of them), they revealed what looked like Pony Heaven, if Pony Heaven was a completely over-the-top underground nightclub. Sitting in front of the two was a staircase that looked like it could easily fit thirty ponies across and a separated balcony on each side. The room was dimmed down to almost nothing, but plenty could be made out: flat screen televisions adorned the walls of the upper-level, right above buffets and tables suited for two. There was also a bar, where at which a light-blue mare with an electric-blue mane expertly juggled bottles of liquor before pouring them into wine glasses, shot glasses, all types of glasses fit for a nightclub of this caliber. But what was truly amazing was what lied beyond the stairs: the lower level contained a dance floor, flanked on two sides by two-story columns that had strobe lights expertly placed around, making the columns shine many different colors. Behind the dance floor laid a wall of glass mirrors, reflecting the many ponies that were dancing. In-between two of the columns laid a DJ Table being expertly played by none other than DJ PON-3, Vinyl Scratch, herself. Ponies thronged everywhere, coming to-and-fro, some more staggered than others.

Fluttershy could barely hear herself think over all the mixed noises. She became more timid than usual, frightened by all of the lights and ponies, but slowly began to warm up to it; within minutes she was looking around in awe. “This is... stunning,” is all she could mouth. Well, she was actually yelling, but nobody would know that over the mixed noise. Pinkie just stared, jaw on the floor. She had finally found the one place that might be able to handle her type of partying – might. Before they knew it, they were moving down the stairs without realizing it, almost as if being beckoned by the dance floor. Within what seemed like seconds, there they were: face-to-face with the dance floor, covered with dancing ponies.

Pinkie began walking towards the DJ Table, but was abruptly stopped due to her tail being entwined with Fluttershy's.“What are we waiting for, Flutters?” Fluttershy shook her head and looked at Pinkie, as if she was in some kind of trance.

“O-oh, sorry... was admiring the club...”

“Well, come on!” Fluttershy and Pinkie walked over to the table, and nudged Vinyl Scratch to get her attention. “Can we get a request in?”

Vinyl smirked and nodded, letting the table work itself. “I get requests all the time here, what's yours?”

Pinkie looked at Fluttershy and contemplated for a moment. “Some Kano remixes?”

“Certainly, haven't had anypony request those tonight.” Vinyl's horn began shimmering, the DJ Table's vinyl records being shrouded with the same shimmering, as it began to fade into one of the newer remixes. Fluttershy and Pinkie Pie quickly found themselves on the floor, dancing into the early hours of the morning.

Chapter Three: I'm Gonna Kick Your Pansy Soul All the Way Back Down the Tunnel.

Pinkie slowly awoke, disoriented and with a pain in her skull that felt like it was being cleaved in half. She noticed she felt the air pass around her, as if she was slowly moving.“W-where am I...” She was a complete wreck; her mane was knotted and matted, her clothes were somewhat... missing. She wasn't wearing her shirt anymore. Fluttershy looked back at her pink marefriend, spread out on her back like an overly-heavy blanket, sighing. She had a manticore or ten to pick with that pony.

“We're going home.” Her voice was rather distant. She continued the walk, the sun rising up over the highrises. Pinkie had began to finally get her wits about her, and realized she heard the soft hoofsteps of both the yellow pegasus and the ponies that drew the sparse carriages through the roads. To Fluttershy, it was nothing more than a mere dimmer of the silence. To Pinkie, though, it was amplified thousand-folds in her mind, making it wretch in pain. When she opened her eyes, that same pink pony also noticed the sun peeking through the buildings, thin shreds of light landing upon her as she was carried. It burned her eyes due to the overactive sensory system. She tried to put her hooves over her eyes, but began to slide off of Fluttershy. Needless to say, she stopped the idea immediately and instead hid her face in the soft, pink mane that laid in front of her. Minutes passed by, the same sound repeating itself over and over; the clop-clopping of hooves against pavement. The same agony resounded through Pinkie's head, although it wasn't as severe as before – Fluttershy's mane had muffled out some of the excess noise. Shortly she heard the opening of electronic doors, and some more clopping that was joined in by idle chatter. Another door opening, then closing, followed by silence. A small shift, the feeling of going upwards. Pinkie peered out from the confines of the soft mane, noticing they were in an elevator. Seconds later, a beep, scorching pain into her head briefly. She hid her face once more as Fluttershy walked out of the elevator and into their apartment, just in time as the lights were flipped to 'on.'

Fluttershy looked around as the lights flickered on, illuminating the apartment the two bought a while ago. She sighed quietly as she felt Pinkie's breath on her neck lightly, trying to stay aggravated at her but failing to hold her composure. She quickly broke into a smile as she carried the pink mare into their bedroom. She always made Fluttershy smile, despite what mood she was in. She put her down gently on the plush bed and softly jumped in, somehow defying gravity enough to not make the bed move as she landed. She sat there, looking at Pinkie, waiting for her to realize. She didn't show it, at least not yet, but she was still extremely aggravated at Pinkie Pie for what she did.

The guilty pink mare finally began to rouse, having dozed off while being carried by the pegasus. She opened her eyes and turned over, looking at Fluttershy with bloodshot eyes. She was immediately greeted by none-other than The Stare. She immediately froze in place, her pink poofy mane going straight and falling to one side, her tail doing the same; flat as flat could be.

Fluttershy's complexion changed entirely, from one of calmness to one of utmost anger and distraught emotions. She extended her wings, flapping softly, rising just above Pinkie. “WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?!” She screamed. The paralyzed pink party pony just sat there, staring. “WELL?!” The angered yellow pegasus got into the face of Pinkie Pie, The Stare not waivering. “LOOK AT YOURSELF. DO YOU EVEN REMEMBER WHAT HAPPENED LAST NIGHT? DO YOU KNOW WHERE YOUR SHIRT WENT?” The guilty party pony shook her head meekly, still unable to come up with the courage to speak. “OF COURSE NOT. I BET YOU DON'T REMEMBER ALL THOSE DRINKS YOU HAD, OR THE FACT YOU DECIDED IT WAS A GOOD IDEA TO GET UP ON THE DJ TABLE AND START STRIP TEASING FOR EVERYBODY.” She snarled. “AND I SUPPOSE YOU THINK I WOULDN'T MIND? DIDN'T YOU?” Pinkie couldn't move. She's rarely ever seen this side of Fluttershy, and when she did it was always directed at another pony, but never her. “THAT'S WHY YOU SMILED AT ME WHEN YOU WERE DOING IT, HUH?!” Fluttershy pressed towards Pinkie, forcing her to cower, falling onto her back with the raging pegasus flying directly above her, not enough room to even see anything but her fiery eyes. “I'm so disappointed in you...” she whispered, breaking Pinkie's heart. She stopped hovering and landed on the bed, before hopping off and walking out the door, closing it quietly.

Pinkie Pie was still in the same position she was when Fluttershy left. All she could manage to get out was “I'm sorry...” right as the door closed. She doubted that it was heard, but at least it was aired. The hung-over pink pony rolled out of their bed, landing on her hooves. The impact, although slight, still made her head hurt. She didn't care. The hangover was the least of her problems, she had caused something that hurt her Flutters and she couldn't even remember what it was. She slowly dragged herself over to the mirror on the opposite side of the room, and saw in the mirror, what seemed to be a completely different pony. Her mane and tail were completely flattened, her shirt was missing, her eyes looked like she had too many nights up without sleep, bloodshot with slightly enlarged pupils. Her coat, just to her notice now, was a bit duller than usual. She was a mess.

Fluttershy grabbed a locked book in her mouth, and sat down in the living room. She opened the book, the lock unlocked, and took the pen from inside of it. The books name? “The Diary of Fluttershy.” She began writing, neatly and slowly, with precision Equestrian. After about twenty minutes of writing, she put the pen back in its place and closed the book, beginning to lock it as she noticed Pinkie Pie slinking out of the bedroom, looking death warmed over. The dull pink pony was wearing a new shirt but no shorts, or maybe she was, Fluttershy couldn't figure it out. The shirt was too long, acting more like a robe, to tell. She watched as Pinkie slowly dragged herself over to her, and locked the diary with a key that seemingly appeared out of nowhere before setting it down. The flat-maned mare looked up at the yellow pegasus, regret and agony stained across her eyes. They were also damp and bloodshot; she had been crying.

“F-Flutters...” Pinkie began, her voice cracking slightly at first. “I... I'm sorry, Flutters...”

“I don't know if you really are, Pinkie.” Fluttershy glanced up at the diary, before returning her gaze back down to Pinkie Pie. “You seemed to enjoy yourself last night.” Her voice was not more than a mere whisper, but to Pinkie it was like blades being thrust into her, twisting and turning before pulling back out, leaving holes in her that made her look like Swiss cheese.

“I am...” is all Pinkie could say, before jumping onto Fluttershy and crying her eyes out once more, this time in her mane, as Fluttershy sat there and rubbed the crying mare's back, holding her close. “I am, I am, I am...” is all she repeated, over and over, crying more each time. “I am, I am...” It broke Fluttershy's heart, seeing her usually cheerful party pony of a marefriend crying like this, so miserable and broken. She knew that she meant it. She knew that Pinkie was being sincere. She also knew it was her fault that Pinkie was like this. She wrapped her front legs around Pinkie and held her close.

“Let's just... go to sleep, Pinkie...” Fluttershy whispered quietly in Pinkie's ear.

“O-okay,” she sniffled. She hugged her Flutters, and they got up and began walking to their bedroom. By the time they had reached it, they had both stripped down to nothing, clothes strewn behind them as they made their way to the plush bed. They laid down together, the covers puffing up and landing on top of them. Pinkie took one last look at Fluttershy before attempting to go to sleep, but was interrupted by a hoof in her mouth. She looked at Fluttershy.

“Promise me you won't do anything like that again.” Pinkie nodded. “Promise me you'll limit how much you drink next time.” Again, a nod. “Pinkie Pie Promise me.” She took her hoof off of Pinkie's mouth.

“Cross my heart and hope to die, stick a cupcake in my eye. I promise.” Fluttershy seemed content with this.

“Oh, um, Pinkie?”

“Yes?”

“I love you. And if you ever do something like that again I'm going to be leaving instantly.”

“I love you, too, Flutters.” She didn't feel like answering to the second part, as it caused a twinge of regret to the already-filled tank of shame. And with that they snuggled up next to each other, closing their eyes and falling asleep in each others hooves. Needless to say, Pinkie's mane and tail poofed back up in her sleep.

(Optional) The Diary of Fluttershy, Piece One.

Dear Diary,

Why? Why would Pinkie Pie, my marefriend of all people, do that to me? To us? The only thoughts that could come to my mind are that either...

1) She honestly didn't know what she did due to being so drunk. But she didn't drink that much, which leads me to...
2) Somebody had put harder liquor than she had asked for, and she never noticed. But why? I suppose it would be a prank of sorts, but one of the only people that I know of that would do that would be...
3) Rainbow Dash. But I didn't see her there. Maybe it was somebody else.

I know that she is the Pink Party Pony of Equestria. But does that constitute something like this? I don't think so... I wonder how she's even doing now. I hope it set in that I'm not happy; but I hope I didn't go overboard... I think I did. I'm so sorry, Pinkie, if I did.

Wait.

You aren't going to ever read this.

This is my private diary.

Well then.

I'm not going to leave her over this, I love her too much to do that. But... I feel betrayed, in a sense. Even though she wasn't, apparently, aware of her actions... it still happened. And it embarrassed the both of us. I can't believe I had to drag her out by her mane, off the DJ Table, apologizing to Vinyl Scratch the entire time I was getting her off.

I'll just leave it at this:

The stallions were not too happy that I was taking away their free strip tease.

And by that, I mean they tried getting her back.

She's lucky I'm persevering. Otherwise, Celestia knows what would have happened to her with those... those ruffians.

This is all I have to write, as I see Pinkie coming out as I speak... write.

I bid you goodbye, Diary, for now.

~Fluttershy

P.S. I know, I know, what I write in you is absolutely nothing like how I act around others. That's because I find it easier to simply let whatever I have out, onto this paper, instead of around others. I don't want to arouse suspicion that something else is going on. Because there isn't. I'm simply a shy pony with an introverted obsession to write with more complex words than I would usually use.

Nothing wrong with that, right?