Much to her relief, the room the pink mare and her attendant entered wasn't painted with bright, gaudy colours; instead it was subdued and neutral, painted with earthy browns and tans and lit with soft lighting. 'Thank Celestia,' she thought. As the Element of Laughter, usually, she could handle whatever life threw at her with a smile upon her face, whether it be one of her friend Twilight's "episodes", one of Rarity's Dramatic Moments, or any number of noise-filled parties with ponies smiling and having fun. Today, however, she'd just... had enough. The noise and bustle of a packed Sugar Cube Corner had just gotten to her and - overwhelmed - she'd gathered what bits she could spare, and had made her way here, to the new Ponyville Parlor.
Fortune must have been with her, because - thankfully - she hadn't encountered any of her friends. Even better, the nice lady at the counter had taken one look at her and had simply waved her right in; she hadn't even had to pay. Now... she was here, with a human attendant named Christopher, and a private room all to herself. Pinkie Pie gazed at the bed in the center of the room for a moment - huge, double-sized, and all for her - and then, as Christopher led her over to it, she inhaled a soft breath. Tears gathering at the corner of her eyes, she held that breath for a moment as the human lifted her, effortlessly, onto it, and then once she was atop the bed she exhaled, her mane falling limp as she laid down on her side. Once she was comfortable atop the duvet, Christopher - after grabbing a number of brushes from a night table beside the bed - settled down upon it beside her, cuddling close to her.
"Are you comfortable, sweetie?" he asked. When Pinkie nodded her head in answer to his question, the human smiled and then - taking up the brushes - he began to slowly brush her mane, occasionally pushing the brush in deeply to rasp against her skin just so, releasing tension that the party mare didn't even know she had. "Mmmm..." she moaned in content. Then there was silence in the room, not a sound save for the quiet breathing of the party pony and her human attendant, as well as the soft rasping of the brush as the human worked it through her pink mane. Not even the sounds of other ponies could be heard, for all of the private rooms in the Parlor had been made soundproof during construction, such that the ponies within - and the humans caring for them - could sleep or engage in... activities of leisure... without disturbing each other.
Christopher worked for what seemed like hours on Pinkie's mane - first with a 'heavy' brush, then with a far softer brush, and finally with one that was very fine-haired - until at last the pony's beautiful hair was soft and silky. Then, the pink pony whimpered with contented bliss, wriggling this way and that way as he brushed her coat. Once she'd been brushed thoroughly - until her coat shone in the light - Christopher set the brushes aside then proceeded to softly comb his fingers through her mane, pausing occasionally to scratch behind her ears. At that point, Pinkie couldn't help herself. Humming contentedly she cuddled close to him, nestling into him, kneading him foal-like with her hooves, nearly asleep. A moment later, however, her eyes snapped open, locking with his as the human began to sing softly whilst he petted her. "If a picture paints a thousand words; Then why can't I paint you?" he sang... So beautiful. So gentle...
'Oh, Celestia...' That was it; she was undone now, looking up at him with wide, round eyes misted with happy tears, trembling gently, a sob caught in her throat as he softly rubbed a hand over her belly. She'd always worked so hard, had worked herself to the bone sometimes, just to make ponies happy--and now, someone was rewarding her for her effort - making her happy - and she didn't have to do a thing. The moment she felt Christopher place a soft kiss upon her forehead, the joy she felt was released not as laughter, but as happy tears. Then and there, she vowed, if ever this man - this wonderful human who was caring for her - were to fall into sadness, she would always find a way to cheer him up.
She would always find a way to make him smile.