//------------------------------// // Part 3: Pinkie Pie // Story: A Victor's Kiss // by Fifty Shades of Yellow //------------------------------// What a rough day that was. It does not get any better in the follow up. Throughout lunch, Applejack and Fluttershy seemed upset about how you treated them yesterday, while everyone else carried a dirty smirk. It doesn’t take a genius to tell that they knew about their failed attempts. Currently you are sitting right between them, trying to ignore what occurred yesterday. When lunchtime comes around, it makes matters worse when Rarity or Rainbow Dash asks either of you on how yesterday went. ”Hey Applejack, how did your day go?” Rainbow asks from across the table. ”It was progressive. We rearranged the attic, it was a fine day.” Applejack answers. ”Who helped you? I thought your brother was studying.” Rainbow Dash teases. ”It was Anon. We just moved some stuff around and talked.” AJ replies with a slight bitterness. ”That’s cool. Too bad that’s all you guys did.” Rainbow says to add salt to the wound. Applejack digs her fingers into the table while giving a bad eye to her. Rarity lowers her fork and looks over to Fluttershy who is currently playing with her salad. ”Fluttershy, how did the animal shelter go yesterday?” She stops and looks to her left side. ”Uh, it was fine. There was some trouble, but Anon did help me out.” ”He did?” Rarity fakes her astonishment. ”Y-yes, we finished giving the animals a bath, so it was fine.” Fluttershy sounded as if she was bothered when she replied to Rarity’s question. Everyone continued to eat their food and ignore each other’s glare they made to one another. You walk through the deserted hallways to enter Room 403, the culinary arts room. Since they have all the equipment, Pinkie Pie prefers to cook in school. You look through the glass window that is integrated on the door to see Pinkie pounding on a blob of dough. She looks over to spot you standing outside. ”Hey Nonny!” She happily says while waiving the dough in her hand. You open the door and enter the classroom. Every other table is cleaned out, while the table she is using is messy. There are some stray stains of dough on the beige table. It is cluttered with pans and bowls scattered around. You drop your backpack on the floor right beside the doorway and approach Pinkie. “So, what do you need me to—“ ”I have some batter in that mixing bowl over there. Can you stir it around to keep it blended?” She points at a wooden spoon sticking out of a light green bowl. “Yeah, I got it.” You grab the bowl and stir the mixing around. ”Thanks! I hate to have my cakes mismatched or bits of flouer still all powdery.” “Those small clumps of powder sure are a hassle to break them apart.” ”Ugh, tell me about it. They are always the reason why I’m just a step away from creating a perfect cake.” You look around and notice the empty bags on the floor. After counting them all, there are three that she used before you came. ”Pinkie, what happened to the used batter?” She points at a refrigerator to the right side of her. You keep on mixing the bowl while walking over to the common white one. You open it up to see rows of completed cakes, all topped off with icing and matching toppings on them. Even the bottom and top shelf is cluttered with rows of finished pastries, each having their own name to someone. “Wow.” ”Yup, and that’s all the students that have their birthdays later this week.” You close the door and go back to stand right beside Pinkie Pie to continue working on her next creation. ”Okay Nonny! Just this last batch and we’ll be set for the week!” “Finally, I burnt my hand on that oven two times!” She giggles with a snort. You found a mixing bowl ten minutes ago that is very handy to get the small blobs. Pinkie Pie isn’t a fan for these things. She prefers her cakes handmade, knowing that it is completely made by love. Unfortunately, it beats the wooden spoon by a mile in your book. “Aaand, done!” You flick the switch and tilt the motor head back to bring out the mixing bowl. ”Nice job! Too bad you couldn’t get used to the mixing it the old way.” “Yeah, when something cuts time in half, I had to take it. Sorry that your cakes aren’t completely made with love.” ”Psh, don’t worry about it. With some glitter and icing, I’ll give it all the care in the world.” Pinkie slides the mixing bowl to the side of you to get closer. ”Sooo…” “Sooo…?” You partially mock her. She eyes you while resting a hand on the table, expecting to receive something. You notice that her hand is right beside the switch on the mixer. You slowly approach her and accidentally flick the switch with your elbow. The wire whip spins around, spewing some leftover cake mix around you and Pinkie Pie. You back away from the rogue machine while your startled friend jumps back and ducks under the table. "It's the attack of the machines!" She shouts out from underneath. While ignoring the incoming batter, you cautiously approach the mixer and flick the switch back off. “You can come out now.” She pops her head over the counter to look around. ”Few! I almost thought they had us right there. Heh heh…” “Hey, don’t worry about it. They’ll get us next time, right?” You jokingly say. Pinkie gives out a weak chuckle. “Sorry to cut this short, but I got to go.” ”Wait! Don’t you wanna clean up first?” “I’ll be fine, trust me. Since when did some flour and milk hurt anyone?” She gives out a much stronger chuckle at your remark. You grab your stuff and head for the door.