There was a commotion over at Sugarcube Corner.
Applejack sighed as she pulled the sales cart to a stop in the central market. There was always a commotion over at Sugarcube Corner. She could hear the noise from where she was going to set up the cart. While Applejack was as fond of Pinkie Pie as much as the next pony, there were times when she went a little overboard. As nopony seemed to be in the market, Applejack decided that she may as well make sure that Pinkie wasn’t being a complete fool.
The sweet smell of fresh-baked cupcakes and cakes wafted through the half-open door of Sugarcube Corner as Applejack approached, along with the muted noise of polka, Pinkie’s usual party music. However, the usual hubbub that surrounded a Pinkie Pie event was absent. There was no sounds of conversation, no laughter, nothing.
This had Applejack worried. The last time that Pinkie Pie had been this quiet, Rainbow would not stop talking about piles of rock and a bucket of turnips.
Applejack pushed open the door.
“Pinkie Pie, you mind tellin’ me what in tarnation is,” began Applejack. She never got any further because at that point, a pie tin filled with cream slapped into her face.
Silence pervaded the entire bakery, despite the ongoing polka music. Slowly, ever so slowly, the pie tin slid off Applejack’s face. It clattered to the floor, and with just as slowly, Applejack reached up with a foreleg and wiped some of the cream off. Then, with the same, deliberate slowness, she pulled her hat off and tossed it onto a nearby table.
Applejack looked around at the gathering of ponies, what seemed like nearly the entire town, and they stared back.
In a gap between tracks on Pinkie’s record of Polka music, Applejack heard it. A giggle, and a snort.
That was all she needed. Applejack pounced, grabbing the pie tin filled with cream from the table where she’d put her hat. She barrelled through the throng, and slapped her own cream pie into Pinkie’s face.
Pinkie just giggled. And as if that was the signal, everypony threw their own cream pies at other ponies.
It wasn’t until the end of the day, that the pie war stopped. It ended with Twilight Sparkle, of all ponies, simultaneously slapping five pies into the faces of her fellow Elements of Harmony. Across the town of Ponyville, everypony collapsed into laughter. Laughter without any real reason, or cause beyond spending a day of fun. For a moment, nopony remembered that nopony had sold anything, or made anything, or that later, they would have to clean up the town, but for the moment, nopony cared.
“Pinkie Pie,” said Applejack, once she managed to stop laughing so much, “you are a darn fool sometimes, you know that?”
“Everypony loves good pie in the face sometimes!” said Pinkie, in between snorts of laughter.
“I know there’s another pie I’d like to have in my face,” muttered Rainbow Dash. Or at least, Applejack thought it was Rainbow Dash. It was difficult to tell under the cream.
“Ooh, Dashie, are you proposing what I think you’re proposing?” asked Pinkie. Meaningful looks were exchanged around the immediate area of all who had heard Rainbow Dash’s quip. Shrugs happened, and even Fluttershy nodded, though she went bright red.
Then the whole town had sex with Pinkie Pie.