Pinkie Pie double checked her room for the fourth time. Just because it was a party for her didn’t mean that Pinkie Pie got to take it easy. No, she had to hold all of her parties up to the same standard, or nopony would ever come to one of Pinkie’s parties ever again.
Games? Check.
Accessories for said games? Check.
Snacks? Check.
Refreshments? Check.
Music, decorations and other? Check, check and check. The only thing left for Pinkie to do now was wait for her guests to show up. Contrary to popular belief, Pinkie Pie rarely made a big deal out of her own birthday. She found that throwing parties for other ponies was much more of a big deal than the ones she threw for herself. Of course, like any Pinkie Pie party, there was still an excess of balloons, but if you asked Pinkie, that was never a bad thing. She had cleared the party with Mr and Mrs Cake, so they knew what to expect, and to not worry. They had told her that they were going out for most of the night, so Pinkie would have Sugarcube Corner all to herself.
Pinkie glanced up at the clock. It was nearly time. A few moments before, there was a heavy knock on the door, and Pinkie bounced downstairs. She pulled open the door to find both Big Macintosh and Ditzy Doo standing there. Pinkie had expected them to arrive first, though. Ditzy was always punctual thanks to her job as a mailmare, and Big Mac was almost as punctual as Ditzy.
“Hi guys! Come on in and up. Shouldn’t be long before the others get here.”
“Eeyup,” said Big Mac, with Ditzy bobbing and weaving in flight behind him as they headed up the stairs. Pinkie barely had time to see the two up and into her room before she heard Lyra’s voice echoing up from below.
“You up there, Pinkie Pie?”
“Come on up, Lyra!” called back Pinkie. A moment later, and Lyra had joined Big Mac and Ditzy in Pinkie Pie’s room.
Minutes ticked by as Pinkie waited for the last pony she had invited to her birthday party. Eventually, Fluttershy poked her head into Pinkie’s room, and Pinkie grabbed Fluttershy in a big hug.
“You made it!”
“Of course, Pinkie,” said Fluttershy, as she gasped for breath.
“Now,” began Pinkie Pie, “If you’ll all just give me a moment, we can get this party started!” Pinkie Pie pulled a changing screen out of nowhere, and fiddled around behind it for a moment. When she shoved the screen out of the way, Pinkie Pie was wearing nothing but a cake, and was positively covered in a mix of chocolate and whipped cream.
“So,” purred Pinkie, “there’s plenty of me to go around tonight, but who wants first bite?”
And so they all celebrated Pinkie Pie’s birthday by having sex. Glorious, messy, loud sex.