//------------------------------// // Clarification // Story: Pinkie Pie's Perilously Problematic Pornography Predicament // by LegendaryHumanLeatherHat //------------------------------// Pinkie slumped in her chair, slowly drifting off to sleep as Twilight went to the kitchen to put on some tea. She hadn't slept for nearly 72 hours and spent most of that time in the library, collecting and hoarding as many pictures that her average sized hooves can hold. The anxiety that she was feeling before steadily melted away. "Maybe this won't be so bad." She figured. "My friends are very understanding. I'm sure they won't judge me." Her eyes closed and her head slipped to the side. "I'm so lucky to know such great ponies." Twilight poured the tea into 2 large coffee mugs. She couldn't use the teacups because Discord cursed them to latch on to the holder's hooves and force them to drink their own mixed bodily fluids until they die from natural causes or commit suicide so she hid them under the sink along with the rest of her dangerous possessions. The unicorn made her way over to the living room holding the tray with her magic. "Pinkie, I've made you some..." She paused as she noticed Pinkie's lack of consciousness. Her smile faltered as she was reminded of her friends unhealthy state. "You poor thing. Those nasty chemicals you're ingesting must be affecting you more than I thought." the tray made it's way onto the table and Twilight used one of her free hooves to wipe some dried tears off of her eyes. "If only I noticed the signs sooner, maybe I could have prevented this." A knock sounded at the door and twilight reluctantly walked over and opened it. tens of thousands of quills came flooding into the room causing Twilight to scream and back away into the closest book shelf. Spike's grubby hand emerged from the colossal mound and waved at Twilight. Twilight's face quickly went from shock to anger as she levitated him out of the pile. "Spike! What's the meaning of this?! Why did you bring home a giant pile of quills?!" Spike's head popped out and he raised an eye brow. "Uhh... because you asked me to?" It was more of a question than an excuse. "Oh, right." Twilight muttered and telekineticly flowed them like a river into the cabinet under the sink. "I hope Discords magic won't contaminate them." She said quietly. Spike picked up on her depressed attitude immediately. She always acts like this when somethings worrying her. "What's the problem Twi?" Spike said, almost sounding apathetic. Twilight sighed, knowing that there was no way and no reason to dodge the question. "Pinkie Pie's in the living room. I have reason to believe she's developed a drug problem, and she wants me to help her overcome it." Spike was surprised to say the least. "Oh, no! That's awful!" he said, clenching his claws and holding them close to his chest. "Do you think we should tell somebody? Maybe report this to the authorities?" Twilight slapped her face and groaned. "Spike, I am the authority of this town. Besides, what Pinkie needs is love and companionship, not to be thrown in a jail cell and be ignored." Spike looked down at the floor, guiltily. Twilight pulled spike in close and whispered, "It's okay Spike. I know you didn't mean anything by it, but as her friends, we need to be here for her and give her the therapy she needs. Only we can do that." Spike looked up, tears just starting to form. "We should at least tell the rest of our friends." Spike stated, with a slight hint of resentment in his voice. Twilight levitated him onto her back and carried him over to the kitchen. "Of course we will, but first we need to talk this over with Pinkie and gather more information about the specifics of her issue." Spike hopped off and started ascending the stairs to his room, leaving Twilight along in the kitchen. "Spike! Where are you going?" In response, Spike slammed the bedroom door in a huff. Twilight was about to follow him when Pinkie entered the room rubbing her left temple with her hoof. "Sorry, Twilight. I must have dozed off." Twilight turned around surprised, almost forgetting that Pinkie was asleep in the other room. She sighed and looked Pinkie in the eyes, despite Pinkie staring off at nothing in particular. "No, Pinkie. I'm the one who should be sorry. I woke you up from your nap. You must be very tired after all you've been through." Pinkie smiled for the first time since she arrived. "That's okay Twilight. The best thing about not having a sleep schedule is that I can sleep whenever I want." Twilight rolled her eyes. That's exactly the problem with not having a sleep schedule. "Well, I'm glad to see that even after everything you've experienced, you can still smile." Twilight said, giving Pinkie a playful nudge. Pinkie's smile brightened and she gave Twilight a strangling hug. "Silly, Twilight! You know I can't go without smiling for very long." Twilight's eyes bulged out and her previously evaporated tears started to resurface. After about ten seconds, Twilight broke free and heaved heavy gasps of breath while Pinkie, all the while remained totally oblivious. "As long as I have friends like you, nothing can bring me down." Pinkie proudly declared. As Twilight face returned to it's regular colour, her smile came back. "You're strong, Pinkie. I know you can pull through this." She walked back to the living room with Pinkie following suit, sat down in her big comfy chair and pulled out a quill and parchment. "Alright, Pinkie. If I'm going to help you, I'll need all the information I can get out of you so I can know the appropriate treatments necessary." Pinkie laid down on the couch and chugged her tea. It has been hours since she drank anything. "First things first. I need to know what exactly you developed an addiction to." Pinkie closed her eyes. This was it, the moment where she admits to jerking off to naughty pictures of everyone in Ponyville. "I hope Twilight doesn't get too mad."