Twilight's dreams seemed more pleasant today than usual. Princess Celestia's very warm and welcoming sun beamed through the window and visually warmed the ground.
Odd. Twilight quickly thought. She always remembered the sun hitting her bedroom glass during sunset, not sunrise. As she investigated her surroundings she came to the conclusion that she was definitely not in her room. While under further investigation shows that she was most likely in Pinkie Pie's bed at Sugarcube Corner. What in the hay am I doing here? Twilight got out of Pinkie's bed and walked to a nearby window confirming by the surrounding buildings that she was definitely at Sugarcube Corner. What happened last night? as Twilight struggled to piece together her previous day's activity she heard wet slapping in the room.
What was that noise? As Twilight walked around the bed she awoke from, she had a weird sense of restlessness. Instead of walking she wanted to run around the bed, or bounce over it. Locating the noise making culprit, she figured it was Pinkie's Alligator smacking his lips together.
"Good Morning Gummy!"
The words came out very loud and bubbly, different than how twilight originally intended them to, but she felt comfortable doing so for an unknown reason. The way she felt this morning was uplifting as if she could heavily exercise infinitely. She took a second to try to understand why she felt this way, but ended up blaming Pinkie's wonderful mattress.
That was of course until she walked into the restroom.
"AAAAAAEEEEEEEHHHHHH!!"
Twilight again reacting a lot more animated than she originally intended, threw her hooves over her mouth. She had no idea how to respond to what she was observing. Her hooves no longer covering her mouth but touching her face, moving her facial features around to make sure that what she thought was happening was actually happening.
"Why do I look like Pinkie Pie?... Why do I SOUND like Pinkie Pie?"
Twilight had no idea how to approach the explanation to her current dilemma. Whenever she would think about the previous day, Pinkie Pie's memories would appear in her mind. Having quick thinking as always Twilight began to rush out of the building towards her library, but she was stopped before she left.
"Mornin', Pinkie!" Mr. Cake intercepted enthusiastically. "You aren't planning on taking off before your shift again do you?".
uh oh "Mr. Cake I have to go to Twilight's house right now! It's an emergency!".
"Oh no you don't. I have had it up to HERE with your random 'emergencies' young lady."
That's weird. Pinkie Pie didn't seem like the type of pony to make up excuses to get out of work. As far as I know Pinkie is a Party Animal but she did work hard. Maybe she actually had real emergencies to tend to every time she actually said that there was one. I wonder what type of emergencies Pinkie would consider urgent enough to leave work so much for? I also Wonder-
Mr. Cake is watching as Pinkie Pie is skylarking. He becomes a tad annoyed at the long pause that she is taking because to him, it looked as if she was trying to find another excuse to leave.
*AHEM* Mr. Cake broke Pinkie Pie's train of thought. Pinkie looked at Mr. Cake with frustration and sadness.
"I am sorry Pinkie, but your emergency will have to wait until after your shift. You have a whole lot of baking to catch up on."
Twilight was furious that she had to decide between risking Pinkie's job and home by running away to her library to get this all squared away immediately, or simply doing Pinkie's job for a few hours and confront the quandary at hand with no risks. She decided on the latter.
"Okay, I'm sorry Mr. Cake."
Twilight defeatedly muttered. Mr. Cake noticed that she was upset and he figured she needed some cheering up. He knew Pinkie Pie's work was mediocre when she was in a gloomy mood.
"Don't be, Pinkie Pie. I am sure you have alternate important places to be but, smiling faces come first!".
"That's Right!"
WHAT?! Twilight had tried to resist blurting that out loud, but her words did not yield. She knew it was the cause of her being in Pinkie's body, but she was now afraid of losing control.
I don't even bake! How in the world am I supposed to bake 207 cupcakes in 5 hours? Why 207? What a oddly specific number. The order only stated "207 Cupcakes". I Wonder if they even have a preference on flavor or frosting? Yum! Frosting! And how much? I wish it would rain frosting. Gummy Loves frosting! I will smear some on his lips today- Oh no! Pinkie's brain digresses too easily! I have to focus if I need to get this done as soon as possible. What are cupcakes made out of? Oh wait... I know the answer to that. I don't know how I suddenly know, but I know.
Twilight began to search the bakery/kitchen for the ingredients. After retrieving a large amount of eggs she walked towards the plethora of cabinets and drawers.
Okay where are the whisks again? Oh yeah I remember! Wait... "remember"? How?
Twilight opened one drawer and discovered her memories were now molded with Pinkie's, as she found the whisks in one try. Maybe this wont be as hard as I thought! Twilight attempted to lift a whisk and was stricken a very short lived migraine.
Mmmmmmnnn!! ouch ouch ouch... Nevermind. Without my horn this will take forever!
"Pinkie? You Almost done?", Mrs. Cake called out to Twilight as she expected her to be complete with her errand right around now.
"Yes I am Mrs. Cake! Last batch is almost out the oven!"
"Perfect timing Pinkie Pie. The costumer you have been catering to has just arrived."
Twilight smiled content with the excellent baking she had surprised herself with.
"...Well bring the order out here Pinkie!" Mrs. Cake announced from the register.
"Okie Dokie L-..."
Twilight had always cringed at Pinkie's silly addition to the already silly but actively affirmative response. With great willpower she was able to stop herself from finishing it.
As she toted the first batch of cupcakes into the main lobby, much to her confusion, she noticed that the lobby was empty. Nopony was waiting for her there. Until Suddenly...
"SURPRISE! Congratulations Pinkie Pie!!"
Out of every corner, out from under every tablecloth, and appearing from every direction of the lobby, emerged Anypony who meant anything to Pinkie chipped in for the surprise party fund.
"Wha- Whats going on everypony?!" Twilight knew it wasn't Pinkie's Birthday or anything like that.
"Listen Pinkie; Mr. Cake and I respect your hard work here so much that we decided to throw YOU a party for helping Sugarcube Corner's earn its sale of the 10,000th Cupcake!". Mrs. Cake had Tears of Happiness in her eyes as she stood there absorbing Pinkie's shock of a seemingly appreciative marvel. "These are all the ponies who chipped in to order the remaining 207 cupcakes required to make this all happen!"
Twilight could not help but become overjoyed at the sight of a celebration. She had her priorities straight and knew what she must do.
Its Time To Party! Wait! No... No... Think Twilight think! You cannot think about partying right now! Gotta go get Gummy First!
Before she took off running upstairs someone stood in front of her.
"Hey Pinkie Pie! Congratulations on your wonderful achievement."
It was Twilight. As Twilight Looked at herself everything came rushing back into her mind.
"Twilight, you have to listen to me, and listen to me carefully. I am Twilight trapped in Pinkie's Body!", Pinkie Pleaded and gave Twilight the most serious face from her as she could.
Twilight was sure to chose her words carfully. "Don't be silly. I am Twilight."
As quickly as she could possibly manage Pinkie tried to explain the situation.
"Okay look this is going to sound strange but this morning I was having really positive dreams and then I recognized that the sun wasn't in the sky in the right direction and then I heard a noise and found that it was gummy and then I went into the bathroom and then I saw that I wasn't me and then I yelled really really loud and then I covered my mouth because I sounded like Pinkie and that was weird beca-"
"You kinda sound and speak like you are actually Pinkie... Pinkie." Twilight interrupted.
"Oh my gosh! Maybe you are right! I have all of Pinkie's Memories and skills! I act and talk like Pinkie does. I think like Pinkie does. Maybe I am not Twilight becoming Pinkie, Maybe I was Always Pinkie to begin with?" Pinkie began to question herself Logically. "What if we could imagine ourselves as whoever we wanted to be if we knew that much about them? What would happen if you woke up like I did this morning and thought you were me?"
"I did." responded Twilight.
"What?" Pinkie Stopped dead in her tracks.
"I Awoke this morning with a weird desire to read every book in Equestria. Every morning I look out my Window to see the Floating "BUH weN" sign that no one else sees, but today I couldn't see it. Lots of things today made me think that I was Pinkie Pie Trapped in Twilight's Body, but I eventually decided that if all of my Memories and all my Desires, Physical Features, Voice, Attitude, Thought Process, and Mannerisms Resemble someone else's, then who am I to question my identity?"
"Ummm... Her?" Pinkie Pointing her Hoof in the direction of a Large White Pterippus standing in the doorway of Sugarcube Corner.
"WE WISH TO SPEAK TO TWILIGHT SPARKLE AND PINKAMENA DIANE PIE!" Princess Celestia Boomed in her royal Canterlot voice.
"Oh boy... you too Princess?", Pinkie huffed.