~By Derpator~
When Pinkie Pie re-entered the Boutique, Rarity hadn’t shifted in the slightest. There she still was; hunching over her space, sheets of papers in front of her with no distinguishable order to them.
“Hey, Rarity, I’m back!” Pinkie announced, closing the front door behind her and bouncing towards the unicorn with the box of fresh cupcakes on her head.
Rarity did not turn around, or acknowledge Pinkie’s presence with a reply. Pinkie could sense the vibrant feelings of tepidness lingering around Rarity, and quickly sprang into action, tossing the cupcakes beside her in the process.
Rarity soon felt them—Pinkie’s hooves. Those beautiful, pink, cordial hooves that she’s had the pleasure of holding many times before. They clung around her neck in their always-affectionate embrace.
She smiled, and lent down to plant a soft kiss on one of them. “Hello, Pinkie.”
Pinkie recognised that voice. It wasn’t Rarity’s; any hints of happiness were forced. She abruptly reacted, extending further with her muzzle, tracing her warm breath along the back of Rarity’s neck in quick, palpable waves, before giving it a playful nuzzle. “What’s wrong Rari-berry?”
Rarity’s smile increased from her marefriend’s affection. She always enjoyed it—openly welcomed it rather—whenever Pinkie did that. Once again, she gave Pinkie’s hoof a kiss, then in a comforting tone, said, “Nothing’s wrong dear.”
“Nuh-uh,” Pinkie replied, sliding herself along Rarity’s cheek from her neck, planting peck after peck as she travelled. “Come on, you know I know that voice. You don’t have to worry; Pinkie’s here.” She kissed Rarity’s check, much deeper this time. “What’s wrong?” she asked again, fully intent on receiving an answer.
Rarity dropped her mask and sighed, raising her hoof and stroking it along Pinkie’s. “Just look before you,” she said.
Pinkie’s eyes trailed towards the object Rarity was referring to, checking out the work she had made.
Or rather, lack of work. Pinkie knew immediately what to do, and played with her hooves around Rarity, rocking her side to side in a playful fashion. “Still nothing?”
“Nothing!” Rarity cried, “Why can’t I come up with something—anything! I keep getting ideas, but I just don’t know where to start!”
Pinkie could already sense the rising blood vessels, the annoyance boiling up like an unattended kettle. She had to act quickly to save her marefriend. She had to! For the good of Rarity and for the good of herself—
Without a shred of doubt in her heart, Pinkie used her hoof as a tendril to bring Rarity towards her, and planted a deep, massaging kiss on her lips. She could taste it; any sense of fury was being drained from the unicorn. Pinkie absorbed it, all with the lightening suction of a kiss.
“Better?” Pinkie asked calmly after pulling away.
“Better,” Rarity replied, giving Pinkie a peck on the lips. “Thank you.”
“Great! So here’s what we’ll do,” Pinkie said, releasing her grip around Rarity and bouncing across to the other side of the table. “You’ll have a cupcake,” she said, picking out a treat from the batch and offering it in front of her, “and we’ll come up with the bestest story ever!”