Choice

by AnOrdinaryWriter


47

You walk toward Pinkie. The pink pony smiles brightly, brimming with excitement.

“Yay!” she exclaimed, rearing up happily before placing her front hooves back on the ground. “It’s been so long since we’ve spent some time together! Ooo, this is going to be so much fun!”

Pinkie starts walking back down the road, and you follow, briefly glancing back at Twilight, who is staring at you in frantic confusion as if not sure what went wrong with something.

Your attention is stolen by Pinkie once she starts talking again. “I’ve been trying some new recipes recently, and I’ve heard you’re quite the sweet tooth, so who better—well, besides me of course—to help judge?”

You nod in appreciation. Pinkie then starts trotting faster, and you have to pick up the pace to catch up. “Isn’t this great?! You and I spending some quality time together, it’s been forever! No, not even forever, more like… I don’t exactly know what’s more than forever, but you get my point!”

From what you know, Pinkie is known to have an endless amount of energy, and from having spent time with her in the past, you know that to be a fact. However, her over enthusiasm for spending time with you doesn’t slip past your attention. You question it for a moment, wondering what had the mare so excited to see you, but shrug off whatever apprehension the thought had left behind, while some still remained in the back of her mind.

Pinkie continues down the road with you following suite. Eventually, you two see Sugarcube Corner peeking from the horizon, growing in size as you approach it. The earth pony’s eagerness intensifies, a hint of impatience leaking from her current façade. You decide to ask her what exactly has gotten her so giddy.

“I already told you, silly,” Pinkie remarked with a giggle. “I don’t think I have to tell you a third time. Besides, you’re still the new pony in town, and it’s my job that you feel as welcome as possible. And I just absolutely love my job, because it means I get to make ponies like you happy! Which, in case you didn’t catch on yet, is kinda my thing.”

You and Pinkie both reach the bakery, and Pinkie hops up the steps before throwing the door open. She looks back at you. “Well don’t just stand there, come on in!” You follow her inside, catching sight of a sign against the left window that reads, ‘closed.’

When you enter, you see that the entire interior is adorned with a wide variety of decorations ranging from streamers to balloons, all with a clear Pinkie Pie flourish, and games like pin the tail on the pony and apple bobbing are stationed at different corners of the room. You acknowledge how colorful the place looks, and the clear extra effort put in to make the place look as great as possible.

Pinkie is already at the far end of the room, gesturing in a circular motion. “Come on, what’re you waiting for? The more you stand around the less time we’ll have to do taste testing!”

You apologize, rushing to catch up with her as she steps through the kitchen doorway, not noticing the strange creak that sounds below you as you walk across the green mug on the floor. You can’t help but feel slightly suspicious. Something about her attitude is… off. Maybe she’s excited for the party later, you assume, but you find it slightly unnerving how extra she’s being. Again, you shrug it off as having watched way too many horror flicks lately, and head inside the kitchen after the pink pony.

Along the counter at the center of the room are cakes, tall to short and all different colors, as well as muffins and delicious looking cupcakes that make your mouth water with a strong desire to consume everything at once. Once particular cake that catches your eye is a green one that surpasses all the others in height and width, a design of Ponyville’s map—every single river and attraction accurately represented—drawn along the circumferential surface of the cake. You have to admit, it’s really impressive what Pinkie had managed to pull off. In fact, captivated by the sight as you are, you fail to realize that you and Pinkie are currently the only ones in the bakery.

“Heh, sorry, we’re not going to be taste testing that,” Pinkie says with a giggle. “As efficient of a baker as I may be, that cake would take waaaay too long to bake again. Besides, we’re not here to try the cakes.”

You cock an eyebrow in confusion. Almost everything here is cakes, so what exactly will there be to taste test?

As the question crosses your mind, Pinkie approaches the counter and snatches a cupcake from the small bunch beside one of the tinier cakes. Its base is a light brown while the frosting on top is white and sprinkled with flakes of coconut: your favorite.

“Here ya go!” Pinkie says in an adorable high-pitched squeak, handing the cupcake over to you. “It’s my first time trying out a coconut recipe, and since I know how much you love coconut, I can’t think of anyone else to give me an opinion of it. I made this one just before you got here to make sure these would be good for the party later. Come on, try it! Try it!!”

Your eyes fall on the cupcake in your hoof. It looks delicious, you can’t lie. Though, you have your doubts about all of this, especially Pinkie’s intent on urging you to eat it. Looking back up at the pink mare, you see her wearing a wide, elated grin as her eyes stare, sparkling, unblinking, and impatient.

You look at the cupcake again, its creamy, milky deliciousness sitting on your hoof open to be consumed. You bring it up to your mouth…

Taste the Frosting________________________________________________________________________________Eat the Cupcake