Flash sat at his usual table at the Sweet Snacks Cafe, dragging a fry through chili and cheese as he watched Pinkie Pie skate around the diner, delivering food and taking orders. Her bright bubblegum-pink skin shone with energy and vigor and life as she twirled and skated and laughed and talked with customers in her high, bubbly voice. Her floofy pink hair flounced around, long curls springing and sproinging and swishing and swaying with every motion.
Pinkie Pie was energy incarnate, a living sugar high. Just looking at her could make one's teeth ache, or put one in an instant state of sugar crash. But more often than not, no matter how exhausting and perplexing she was, Pinkie Pie could make everyone around her laugh and smile.
"Getcha anything else?" Pinkie asked as she wheeled up to Flash's table, leaning in close enough for him to smell the enticing cotton candy aroma that surrounded her. It wasn't quite a perfume or a shampoo, it was more...the very fragrance of pinkness itself. Flash stared at her for a long moment—perhaps too long—studying her long, slender pink fingers, her perfectly manicured fingernails, her sparkling sky blue eyes, her cute little pink ears, and the stretched-taffy pink smile she favored him with. A smile which suddenly turned into a playful smirk as she asked, "Cotton candy? Bubblegum? Strawberry milkshake? Pepto-Bismol?"
Flash shook his head. "Huh?"
"Well the way you were staring at me, you must really have something pink on your mind," Pinkie said. "That or you're crushing on me or just ogling me, and either is fine by me, really, you can totally ask me out if you want..."
Flash blushed. "Ah! S-sorry, I..." He coughed and looked away guiltily. "I didn't mean to, um, stare, I was just...lost in thought."
"Boy I'll say!" Pinkie said knowingly. "But just so you know, the next time you wanna ogle me, you should better do it at the beach instead of here. You'll get to see a lot more of the pink." With a wink, she skated off to another table.
Sweat dripped down Flash's neck as his heart hammered in his chest. He thought back to a day when the seven most popular girls at CHS had gone to the beach together. He'd been there, that day, and had seen Pinkie Pie gallavanting around the beach in a frilly pink-and-white one-piece that showed off a tantalizing stretch of her bright pink back and all the leg, and those legs were so long and so toned and so pink...
An infinite sea of pink stretched out before Flash, sweeping away the kitschy 50's diner and its juke box and chatter, replacing it with sand and sun and surf as the pink faded away to pale sandy shores and sparkling green ocean waves. He heard high-pitched, cheerful giggling and turned to see Pinkie Pie running up to him, waving, orbited by a cloud of fully inflated party balloons that were only just barely covering up the fact that she wasn't wearing a bathing suit, or anything else for that matter. Heat rose to Flash's face as Pinkie drew near, her satellite balloons bumping and jostling against him as she leaned in close and grabbed his cheeks and pulled, and pulled, and pulled, and Flash looked down to see wads of pink taffy-like cheek-flesh in her pretty pink hands, and then she let go and his cheeks snapped back into place with enough force to spin him around and around and when he stopped, he was facing a mirror that showed he, too, was bright, bubblegum pink, with the same floofy pink hair in a medium afro, and he was also naked, with a single blue ballon floating in front of his groin...
"Flash? Yoo-hoo, Flash?"
The beach and the sea and the surf and sun and the pinkness of it all popped like said blue balloon and Flash was back in his booth seat at Sweet Snacks, staring into the concerned purple eyes of Twilight Sparkle, framed by thick black plastic glasses. "Ah! Yes! What?"
"Sorry I'm late...are you okay?" Twilight asked.
"L-late?" Flash echoed cluelessly.
"For our tutoring session," Twilight said. She frowned, tilting her head. "Are you...? You were kinda...really spaced out there."
Flash flushed a brilliant scarlet. "N-no, I—" He coughed, clearing his throat. "Just daydreaming," he said. "So, tutoring?"