The Unexpected Saviour

I walk to Sugarcube Corner leisurely. I get to the bakery around 4:50 pm.

“Hmm, I have good timing. I’m just a little early.” I say to myself.

“Hey, Jackson, anything I can get for you?” Pinkie asks me as I walk in the door.

“No thanks, Pinkie. I’m waiting for a friend. She’ll be here soon.” I reply.

“Well, I know only one pony that comes over at around this time. And I know why you are hanging out with her, too.” Pinkie hints to me.

“Yeah, you’re probably right. But she doesn’t know yet, about the second thing, that is” I reply. I walk over to a booth and take a seat. I sit patiently at the booth for a bit. I check my phone.

It’s 4:52.

‘I hate trying to be patient.’ I think to myself. ‘And Rage?’

Yes, Jackson? He replies.

‘Don’t even think about taking over. I’d have to put Ket on you, and you don’t want that, do you?’

Of course, my creator, I would never consider doing that during such an important time for you. He replies again.

‘What’s with you right now? Actually, don’t answer that. I don’t wanna know.’ I think to him.

I check my phone again.

Its still 4:52 on my phone.

I ask, “What time is it, Pinkie?”

“Umm, around 4:55, I think.” She replies.

I snap. “GAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!! I HATE WAITING, AND MY PHONE IS TROLLING ME!!!!” I yell.

Pinkie jumps to the ceiling, startled, and sticks there like glue.

“Wow, Jackson, I could tell you were impatient, but not that impatient” she says while hanging from the ceiling. She flips over and floats slowly to the ground, somehow defying gravity in a Pinkie way.

“I’m not even going to ask how you did that. ‘You’re Pinkie’ is a good enough explanation for me.” I say in amazement.

I pass the time by listening to music on my phone. The song is Scatman John’s ‘Nothing to Lose’. Near the end of the song, Derpy arrives at the bakery. I close the music app on my phone and wave to her, saying “Hey Derpy”.

She waves back and walks over to the booth, stumbling a little. I giggle a bit.

She reaches the booth and frowns at me. “Hey, Jackson. Why were you giggling?” She asks me, her eyes getting closer to pointing the same direction.

“You’re cute when you stumble.” I grin and giggle from the slight Cuteness Overload. I gesture to the seat across from me. She considers it and looks from the seat across from me to the empty space next to me a few times. She shrugs a little and plops down next to me. I giggle again.

“So random.” I giggle to myself.

Pinkie Pie zips over shortly after Derpy sits down. “What will you two be having today?” she asks us.

Derpy speaks before I could think of anything to consider. “Ten blueberry muffins!!!” she nearly yells.

I snort and chuckle with laughter. I calm down shortly and look at the menu. I can tell Pinkie is staring at me with an odd look on her face.

“No need, Jackson. I got ten for a reason. We can share my muffins. Maybe there will be some muffins to have later.” Derpy says to me, grinning coyly.

I instantly go duck-face, still looking in the direction of the menu in my hands. I was stunned at her forwardness. Pinkie goes to the kitchen and gets the muffins. She places them on our table and Derpy and I grab one each. I take a bite.

A perfect-tasting mouthful of muffin. I love this muffin more than I would have enjoyed any muffin back home. Even though it is a  blueberry muffin.

“Pinkie, I have an idea for a new treat for the bakery.” I say with my mouth full. “It’s called a ‘Twinkie’ on Earth. It is deep fried yellow cake with a white icing filling inside. It’s about yea wide, yea tall, and this long, and the top is rounded. Make a few samples for me please” I say to Pinkie after swallowing my mouthful of muffin, indicating the Twinkie’s size and appearance to her. “With your skill, they’ll probably be better than Earth’s Twinkies”

Pinkie gasps. “Twinkie rhymes with my name, Pinkie! I am going to make these as quickly as I can so you can try them. I know they’ll be good. Be right back.” She says, and then she rushes off to the kitchen to make some Twinkie samples for me. I wait patiently for the Twinkies, forgetting about the muffins.

She comes back in a few minutes with the samples. I grab the first one and bite into it. A bit too much filling and a little over-done but really good nonetheless.

The second Twinkie was better, and with a bit less filling. Nearing the perfect Twinkie, but there was something missing. I grab the last sample and bite into it.

My whole body shudders, and I am on the verge of blowing a load in my pants from how good the Twinkie was, and another reason I couldn’t place. My mind is blown to hell with pleasure. The feeling goes away just as quickly as it appeared.

“What was in that third sample, Pinkie?” I ask, my voice gruff from the sudden appearance and disappearance of pleasure.

“Oh nothing really.” She giggles. “Just a special thing I add to bakery goods that are missing that little something.” She answers.

“Well, you saw my reaction to the third sample. Well, what was it? Really, I gotta know!” I insist.

“Well, Zecora gave me a potion. She told me it was for personal enjoyment, but since my name is Pinkie Pie and not Selfy Mc-selfish-pants, I share it with as many ponies as I can. Just a drop in the batter of a HUUUUGE batch is powerful enough to cause a tiny pleasure shudder in anypony that tries it.” She explains.

“Well, then, that’s one question answered. Why was my reaction so strong, then?” I ask.

“You silly, only a drop cause a little shudder of lust in a mega-uber-humungous batch, which is like a five-hundred muffins. This was a single drop on just the one Twinkie” she giggles in reply.

“Oh!” I exclaim. “Now I understand why. Well, I hope ponies try it before you put a drop in the batter. Twinkies are really good as-is on earth. You brought it to a whole new level at this moment.” I say as I went to grab my second muffin, still looking at Pinkie. My hand swipes empty air. I look over and see the plate is empty. I sigh playfully

“Derpy, I did want more than one muffin.” I chuckle.

“Sorry, Jackson. I just love muffins sooooo much.” She groans when she says ‘so’. I am semi-oblivious to her groan. It registers in my mind but I don’t do anything about it. (-trollface-)

I grin, expecting her to say it again or just continue with what she was going to say. She said it again.

“By celestia, I just looove muffins soooooo much!” she groans a little louder and more forcefully.

I decide to react at that moment. “Should we head to your house now?” I ask Derpy, my eyes directing lust at her.

She holds off a squeal by putting her hoof in her mouth. She removes her hoof and calmly says, “Yeah, I guess, Jackson. But, I’d like a few more muffins.” She leans into Pinkie’s ear and whispers something along the lines of “extra” something. I frown for a second but I forget what I barely heard quite quickly.

Pinkie rushes off to make the muffins and she was back within about ten minutes. She handed Derpy the muffins and grinned her gigantic Pinkie grin.

“See ya later, Jackson. I hope you two really enjoy those muffins.” she shouts as we walk off down the road to Derpy’s house.

-Luna-

That morning, I left the library on urgent business called to my attention by my sister. I reluctantly agreed to the summons and teleported to the Canterlot castle. Tia immediately found me and started a tongue-lashing I hadn’t believed possible for over a thousand years.

“Where were you, Luna?” Tia demanded.

“I was at the library with Twilight and the rest of her friends.” I reply tonelessly, annoyed at my sister’s invasion of my privacy.

“Why? And I know there are things you aren’t telling me. Spill it.” She says, also sounding annoyed.

“Fine. There is a new human. He is special, to me, and in his own respect. He is a good human” I add the last statement because of the skeptical look on my sister’s face.

“Why did you not tell me of this visit to Twilight and this new human?” Tia asks harshly.

“He isn’t exactly a new human. He’s been here for almost a month and a half. Remember the report of a human in a two-week-long coma? That’s the same human.” I explain the little details, not planning on telling Tia of his emotional manifestations.

“You do know they reported of him having wings, somehow, right?” Tia asked with a little bit of malice appearing in her usually happy, calm voice. “He isn’t a Pegasus. He doesn’t deserve those wings the way real Pegasi deserve their wings. He is incapable of any rational thought and/or emotions. He doesn’t love anything. He will destroy our great empire that we worked so hard to create. We need to imprison or execute him. He is never to be trusted. He cannot do anything that any earth pony, Pegasus, Alicorn, unicorn, or crystal pony can do. He is the pure embodiment of evil and chaos in a soft, lovable body. He is worse than Sombra, Discord, and Chrysalis combined. We need to rid ourselves him.” Tia elaborates on what I knew to be fake faults.

“Are you finished?” I ask with malice in return.

“Yes.” she huffs impatiently.

“That’s good, because I shall now head back to the library. I have important repairs i need to finish” I say to Tia with impatience.

“No, Luna, you are staying here. Leave the items that the human brought with him right where you left them. I told you, this human is not to be trusted.” Tia orders.

“Who are you, my mother?” I say angrily.

“No, I am your older sister and I say you stay here in your room.” Tia commands again.

“Fine” I huff angrily. I stomp to my room and slam the door shut. I slump onto my bed and start to cry.