Another day, another cupcake I always like to say.
Today started as any other day would; smash the alarm, slowly make my way out of bed, clean up and head into the bakery to start evening. This day was different though. The Cakes told me that they offered to bake some special sweets for a party in Canterlot. I was so excited, I begged them let me help with the sweets and take me with them to the party. Before I knew it, here I am, baking all sorts of goodies with the Cakes.
“So when is this super duper fancy party anyway?” I asked Mrs. Cake as I slammed a ball of dough onto the counter top, making Mrs. Cake flinch from the unexpected sound. I looked over to see her holding a hoof to her chest before she began to speak.
“Goodness, Pinkie.” She paused, regaining her composure. “Well it's at 7:30 tonight, Pinkie.” She said slowly as she got back to her work of mixing cake batter.
“Are there going to be streamers and balloons and music? OH! Should I bring the party cannon? Ponies love the party cannon.” I exclaimed with a large smile plastered across my face as I leaned in towards Mrs. Cake.
She sighed. “Well, it's actually a ball more than anything. Apparently there's a fashion show of sorts happening down in Canterlot and we were asked to attend and make some sweets for everypony there. So please try to keep it down while we are there okay?” she gave me a stern look. I nodded and her gaze shifted to one of joy and happiness as she started mixing again. I shrugged and went back to rolling the dough into a flat circle, to get ready for the cookie cutters.
I picked up the cookie cutters one by one, pushing them down into the soft, floury dough. I felt a burst of happiness flow through my body as I pushed each cookie cutter into the dough, and moving the cookies onto a sheet to go into the oven. I had been a while since the last I made cookies, usually I made cakes or brownies or cupcakes, especially cupcakes. It felt good to make cookies again. It was like finding an old time friend to talk to about all the adventures I had over the years.
The timer on the oven went off, signaling that the cookies were ready to be taken out and left to cool. I placed them on a cooling rack, look towards the clock. 5:00pm the clock says. Two and a half hours until the party started. I turned back towards my work, but not shortly after the door swung open revealing Mr. Cake with more ingredients, should we need it.
“Honey, I'm home!” He called out through the bakery. He trotted toward where Mrs. Cake and I have been working and set down the groceries nearby. I looked towards him, waving crazily at him. He gave me a warm smile, in which I returned, before trotting over to help Mrs. Cake with the cake baking. With a grin on my face, and pure joy in my heart, I went back to work in finishing up the goodies.
*
The clock ticked and it tocked it's way to 6:30pm. The time that we should be on our way to the party. We gathered the goodies and whatever else that we may needed and got onto the next train that lead to Canterlot. As the train began to move, I sat up on my seat to take in the view of the scenery flying by before me. I always did enjoy train rides, watching as everything flew by, nothing but the sound of the wheels and tracks reaching my ears. Except when one of the Cakes would yell at me to stop doing something of course! Before I knew it, Canterlot came into view and shortly after the train slowly skidded to a stop outside the train station. I bounded out, balancing several stacks of goodies on my back, the Cakes following suit. I glanced over at a nearby clock. 7:27pm.
“Ohmigosh, we're going to be late!” I nearly screamed, booking it to where the Cakes had told me where the building was. I heard someone yelling, but I couldn't recognize any of the words, so I kept my pace down the walkways. Left, right, right, left, wall. Then it hit me. I crashed into the wall, sending all the racks I was carrying into the air. I jumped out to save them, flinging a hoof in every which way just to catch the pastries as they fell. I let out an audible sigh and smiled sheepishly as I realized I was being watched by several ponies who made their way inside.
“Why, that was a marvelous catch, dear.” A feminine voice called out from behind me. I stacked the racks back on top of each other and placed them on back once more before turning to see who it was. A white coated unicorn with a beautiful purple mane trotted up to me. Her bags had the symbol of a diamond on it, one similar to the three adorning her flank.
“Hey there! I'm Pinkie Pie!” I exclaimed, causing the white mare to recoil slightly before getting bearings back and speaking once more.
“And I, Rarity. It's ni-” She was cut off mid sentence as I grabbed her right forehoof and shook it vigorously.
“It's great to meet you, Rarity! I love meeting new ponies, don't you?” I let go of her hoof, watching it as it kept swing up and down. Rarity grabbed her hoof in an attempt to slow it down and make it stop.
“Uh... yes... charmed.” She said with a slight chuckle. “So why might you be here dear, Pinkie?”
“I'm here with the Cake's to deliver the sweets and other goodies for everypony here!”
“Might those be the Cake's?” She asked, pointing a hoof behind me. I looked over my shoulder to see the Cake's slowly trotting towards us, exhaustion blatantly present on their features.
“Yup! Those are the Cake's!”
“Splendid! It was I who called for them, and this here” she pointed a hoof towards the nearby building “Is where the ball and fashion show shall be held.” I followed Rarity's hoof towards the building as the Cake's finally made it to us, out of breath.
“He-here we are.” Mr. Cake said between ragged breaths for air. Rarity looked towards him and smiled.
“Come now, let's get inside, shall we?”
*
Once inside, I had to contain my party pony side from blowing up all over the place and disappointing the Cakes. You know how hard it is to NOT use a party cannon? Yeah, it's too much to handle, I know. I set up some tables on the far side of the room, setting up the goodies and treats while the Cakes went around with trays of treats, offering one to anypony who walked by. After fiddling with the tables, I managed to get them upright and transferred the sweets and goodies from the racks to the tables. Ponies came and went as they got their food, some faster than others. I can't imagine why they would take off so fast, I only try to start some small talk as they get their food. Oh well.
I soon decided to take a stroll around the building... or I guess bouncing would be more appropriate in this case. I bounded from one side to the other, taking in all fancy schmacy sort of things that the Canterlot ponies do. It all looked so boring! I promised the Cakes though, no partying. I stopped by a group of ponies conversing. So I tried to add myself to it.
“Hey guys! What's-” I trailed off as the group decided it was fine time to start moving to another location. My ears drooped down and I made my way through more crowds of ponies. On my way through crowd after crowd, my ears popped up, as I heard a crash from a room nearby. I trotted over to where I heard the crash and peered through a door. There, Rarity was on the ground, wearing a lavender dress with roses lining the bottom of it and sapphires encircling the dress above that. She let out a large sigh of disappointment, I took my chance and slowly opened the door and made my way in. Noticing me walking in, her ears popped up and she looked up at me.
“I don't suppose you heard that crash?” I nodded. She sighed again and looked back down at the cloth before her.
“I guess I slipped on something and my beautiful dress got caught on that rack over there and ripped... as well as taking that vase.” She pointed behind her at a pile of what use to be a vase. I looked back at the dress which now sported a rather large hole near the bottom as well as seemingly missing a rose.
“The dress is ruined! I don't know what I'm supposed to do now.” She brought her hooves to her face for a moment. I trotted over and sat next to her.
“Don't be sad, Rarity. I'm sure everything will work out for you.” I said in an attempt to comfort her. This obviously meant a lot to her, even though it didn't seem to big of a deal to me. She made no sound, and she didn't move. I racked my brain to think of something that could cheer her up. A joke? No. A song! No... probably not that either. The party cannon! Of course! I arose back to my hooves and whipped the party cannon out of no where. Rartiy lifted her from her hooves to see the cannon before her.
“Pinkie, darling, what are y-AAHHHHH” She screamed as the cannon went off, shooting streamers, balloons and other sorts of parry knick knacks into the air. Rarity stumbled back from the blast, hitting her head on the hard floor below. A bottle of wine nearby slowly teetered and toppled over. I quickly lifted my hooves to my mouth, realizing the potential of how bad of an idea this was.
“What in Celestia's name, Pinkie what...” she trailed off as she looked over her dress. Not only was it missing a rose and sported a large hole, it also had a wine stain leading down the front of her dress and sides. She sat up, her mouth wide open in awe as to what had just occurred. I began to walk towards her but she put a hoof up.
“Maybe you should leave, Pinkie.” She attempted to say in the best way possible, betraying her actual feelings.
“But I-”
“Please. Just go, darling. I have no time to fix this and I have to be out in less than a minute.” She said, the anger and fear now evident in her voice. She attempted to make things as right as possible and tore off a rose on the same spot on the other side of the dress and left. My mane fell flat as she trotted away and I fell to the ground where I was. I didn't know what to think anymore. I know I did something unbelievably wrong, and I had no idea how to go about it. I decided I'd finally get up and try to find the Cakes, but as I did, I began to hear cheering. Cheering and whistles and other positive sort of sounds. I walked towards the curtain lay and tried to peer through the side as best I could without being caught. There, Rarity walked down the lane slowly until she was assaulted with cheers and whistles, the confidence she had seemingly to rekindle itself and her stride picked up as she made her way to the pinnacle of the lane. The dress, now missing two roses, had a tear along the back and had wine spilled over the front and sides became a huge hit on stage. I couldn't believe it. I sat there, my jaw agape as everyone cheered for Rarity as she made her way back.
She walked back up and past the curtain back to where we both were before. She looked over to me and bit her lip. I held my head low.
“Well dear, Pinkie... I guess this worked out after all. Not how I planned, but nevertheless it worked.” She claimed, walking towards me. I lifted my head a bit, my mane regaining the life it once had before.
“I'm awfully sorry.” A small smile formed across her face, as did mine. I pulled her into a quick embrace, more than likely shocking her before I felt her return it. We seperated and she began to speak once more.
“Well I actually am planning on buying a boutique in Ponyville. Perhaps we will see each again soon enough.”
“Then I can throw you a huge welcoming party!” I exclaimed, embracing her once again. The smile on my face growing each second.