//------------------------------// // Pillow Kombat! // Story: Vlog : Life In Pink // by Adorkable //------------------------------// Normal P.O.V. The camera suddenly booted up with ease, focusing clearly on the neat and tidy kitchen of the Pie Family. Pinkie bouncing onto screen happily from the left, her arms overflowing with at least a dozen pillows. “Welcome to Pinkie's Place! Something exciting is going down tonight!!” Pinkie tossed the pillows into a large pile on the kitchen floor, wearing her bright pink pajamas decorated with hearts. “Pinkie, what on Earth are you doing!?” Limestone soon came into view as well, baggage dark under each eye. Her hair a tangled mess and wearing a white camisole, with simple grey stretch pants. “You know earlier at dinner?” Pinkie squealed in excitement, her hands shaking side to side. “What about it!?” Limestone groaned. “Well we each wanted the last slice of Rocky Road Pie, so we decided to just both back off till morning!” Pinkie gave a sly smirk. “Eat the pie, I just want a soda.” Limestone turned her head towards the camera in confusion. “No! I spent all night coming up with... Pillow Kombat!” Pinkie suddenly began to perform various faux fighting moves, complete with dorky sound effects. “I swear Pinkie, you're pushing me!” Limestone clenched her teeth in anger. “It won't take long, I promise!” Pinkie wrapped her arms around her sister happily, leading her over to the massive pile of pillows for selection. “Pink…” She sighed. “It will be fun!” Pinkie replied in a sing song voice. “Whatever.” She huffed in annoyance. “In Pillow Kombat! You choose a pillow from the pile at random, one is filled with feathers, another cotton and…” Pinkie suddenly went flying back as her sister smacked her with a pillow, the young pink girl crashing into the kitchen wall with a loud thud. Limestone held a large red pillow close before she unzipped the side, piles of cold wet garden dirt falling out across the once clean floor. Her sister sliding down the wall slowly much like a wet sponge, soft snores echoing from her limp frame as she was completely TKO'd. “Huh, you're right that was fun!” Limestone dropped the dirt pillow to the floor with a thud, walking to the fridge for a soda before she left the kitchen. Pinkie just snored loudly on the floor hunched over against the wall for minutes on end, Marble slowly walking into view from the darkness of the hallway. She took a second to prop her sister's head onto a cotton pillow, placing a tender kiss on her forehead before skipping towards the counter. The plate of pie on full display, Marble smiling happily before picking it up to enjoy as a midnight snack. Her silver fork slicing through the sweet treat with utmost ease, picking a tiny piece up and taking her first of many savory bites. “Mm-hmm!” She giggled walking out of view as well, the kitchen light soon clicking off. Dash's P.O.V. The camera clicked on with a rainbow flash of colors, the screen focusing on my most fun to be around friend Pinkie Pie. She was hunched over near a bush at the school courtyard, wearing a white blouse and a ice cream sandwich decorated mini skirt. Don't forget her hair was a total Trainwreck, her usual vibrant pink color now a sickly pastel hue. “Tell everyone out there watching ‘Dash's Corner’ Pinkie, why you look like a melted piece of cotton candy?” I giggled in absolute paradise right now. “Ohhh, my sister hit me with a bag of dirt!” Pinkie gazed up with a light green color spread across her face. “Hahaha, why!?” I did my best not to snort in laughter. “Because I'm an idiot, isn't that what you want to hear!?” Pinkie groaned in pain before looking away from the camera. “Just need to make sure, this is how we learn!” I zoomed in extra close on her midriff in excitement. “Show me the money shot girl!” I quivered uncontrollably, needing to get this glorious monster documented. Pinkie glared to me in firey anger from beside the bush, lifting her blouse up to show off her midriff. Focusing in on the huge bright red welt left across her skin, it was absolutely gnarly and almost seemed to pulse the longer you lingered on it. “Never aga-argghhhh!” Pinkie exploded into a quivering mass of pain, blowing chunks behind the once leafy bush loudly. I decided now was the time to turn off the camera, maybe help poor Pinkie hold her hair back. Seriously what are girlfriends for? Normal P.O.V. The camera booted on with a slight skip, Twilight Sparkle gently positioning the screen to focus on her. Her tongue was cutely sticking out of the side of her mouth, thick cat eye glasses slowly shifting down the bridge of her nose. Fluttershy gently poking her head into view from the far left, her silken waves of pink hair hiding her features shyly away from the lens. “Um Twilight, why do you have a camera in your locker?” Fluttershy spoke in barely a whisper, swiftly pulling out of view once more. “Someone keeps opening my locker and eating my midday snack, so I borrowed Pinkie's camera to catch the culprit red-handed!” Twilight smugly proclaimed happy with her hiding spot between a group of books, slamming the locker shut with a loud clang. After a few minutes of darkness the door flung open wide, Rarity quickly stashing away a pair of ripped and muddy boots inside Twilight's locker. Deviously smirking in delight before noticing she was being filmed, her eyes widening in horror as she snatched the boots up and dashed off. The locker barely latching shut. After a few more moments light poured into the pitch black locker again, Trixie stood in the doorway with a glint in her eye and a pouty smirk across her lips. Removing a smooth rolled up paper swiftly from her turquoise blouse sleeve, she opened up Twilight's English book and switched the real report for her faux one. Giggling in mischievous delight she reached into her mouth, plucking out a wet piece of chewed bubblegum. Pressing it onto the real report, she slammed the paper firmly against the roof of the locker. Out of sight and out of mind, flinging the locker shut with a satisfactory smirk. Only a few more moments would pass until light flowed into the locker a last time, Rainbow Dash searching through Twilight's stuff in a huge panic, one that could only come from not completing homework. Her eyes lit up as she slung open the English book, yanking free the report from within with a loud squee. Dash quick to pull out a pencil and erase her friend's name, hastily writing down her own across the front with a look of relief. Those large violet eyes spotting Twilight's sticky bun in a bag to the left, Dash giving a shrug before plucking it free from it's plastic prison and placing it between her lips. The locker slammed shut, before the real report fell loose from the ceiling. Wafting down as it neatly landed atop Twilight's English book.