//------------------------------// // Brownie Aftermath // Story: Pound Cake, Pinkie Pie, and the Dentists // by bahatumay //------------------------------// Pound Cake exhaled as he finally got the opportunity to turn the sign to 'Closed'. He slumped back against the doorway and slid to the ground, too exhausted to even take off that stupid hat. He had never seen this place so full; he had had to run the whole front while Pinkie and his parents were baking at full speed in the back. 'Pumpkin would have loved to see this,' he thought to himself. Then he whimpered internally. That just made him sad, and today was supposed to be a happy day. But right now, all he cared about was sleeping. Pinkie's plans could wait until tomorrow. Actually, that might have been Pinkie's plan anyway. “I've got this,” he heard her say from the kitchen. “You did a lot of baking today.” “Yes, but so did you,” Carrot pointed out. “Yeah, but I had seventeen years, three months, two days, fourteen hours, forty-five minutes, and thirty-seven seconds of not-baking.” She forcefully pushed them out of the kitchen. “I'll take care of all of this! You two go get some rest!” Pound sighed with relief. When he could stand again, he headed back to his room and threw himself on his bed, not even bothering to take his clothes off. He closed his eyes, trying to ignore the rhythmic thumping that was coming from his parents' room next do- Pound sat up straight. Sweet Celestia! * * * Pinkie exited the now sparkling-clean kitchen and ran right into Pound Cake, who was curled up in a ball under a blanket on the floor. She tapped him awake with a hoof. “You ok?” she asked. Pound stretched and popped his back. “Yeah. Can't sleep in my own room. My parents are celebrating in their room and it’s next door to mine.” Pinkie brightened. “You mean, they're having like a little party in the bedroom?” “No… I mean-” and Pound rocked a bit and made squeaking noises, imitating the sound of a squeaking bed. Pinkie cocked her head, completely missing the point. “They're doing the horizontal hustle?” Pinkie cocked her head even further. “They're doing the no pants dance?” Pinkie shook her head, still not comprehending. “They're doing the bedroom boogie?” “So… it's a dance party?” Pinkie said hopefully. Pound put his face in his hands. “My parents are having sex,” he said flatly. “Oh,” Pinkie grinned. “Why didn't you just say so?” Had he not already had his face in his hands, Pound would have facepalmed. “Anyway, since they're being stinkyheads and not inviting us to their dance party… We still have a little revenge to plot.” Pound looked up, and frowned. “Where did you get that mustache?” “I only use it for the most devious of plotting,” Pinkie explained, twirling it in a manner most devious. “And this is a most devious of plots.” “What kind of plot are you plotting?” Pound asked. “You'll see!” Pinkie sang. She kissed him on the forehead, making him blush. “Get some sleep, Pound. We've for a big day tomorrow!” Pound probably would have wondered why she bothered mentioning plotting a devious plot when she wasn’t going to tell him about her plot anyway, but the kiss had left his brain somewhat scrambled, and all he did was smile a dumb, goofy smile as she pranced away. * * * Colgate slammed her fists against the wall. “What? How?” she demanded. “How did the sugary treats come back? How could we have failed?” The dentists held their hooves up in submission. Their masks covered their faces, but the fear in their eyes was plain to see. “We don’t know! She just appeared!” “She?” Colgate caught this detail. “Who is ‘she’?” “A pink pony, not from around here. I’ve never seen her before. She's bouncy and happy and...” Colgate held up a hand. “Wears she three balloons?” she asked. The dentists looked at each other, trying to recall this detail. “Yes,” one finally said. “Two blue, one yellow.” Colgate growled. “Pinkie Pie…” she breathed, hissing the name as though it were a vile curse. “You just couldn’t stay away, could you? You just had to reappear?” She lifted her drill and raised it to the heavens. “Then we’re just going to have to make her un-appear!” she roared, and the dentists around her cheered.