You choose to not give a hoot about the intense battle that is about to go down in the middle of space, preferably changing your view back to Pinkie and Luna. Down here on the planet, the atmosphere is extremely orange, almost as if a meteor were going to hit earth, but then again, you already know the exact flank that caused this to happen. Several citizens have finally decided that the world is going to end, and everypony outside starts running amok to do things they weren't ever able to do before. You can't help but chuckle. Signs, things breaking apart, strikes, boycotts, angry ponies, broken windows, and spontaneous flames everywhere.
Is this what it would be like for your world to end? You wonder.
Of course, that poor moon pony is still in her cast. Though-- it seems like these two completely immature mares are having a relatively normal interaction of their own, especially when compared to the rest of the crazed Ponyville.
"Here comes the shooting star, Luna!" Pinkie teases, holding a spoonful of chocolate pudding. The Moon opens her mouth, her tongue sticking slightly past her lower lip as it glistens under the room's artificial lighting. Pinkie makes sound effects with what sounds like a whole lot of ssppppheewwws, froooooooooos, and neeeeeeeeeuulls; she unpredictably cycles it around the bed until she flips it over and plops it onto the eager equine's rosy taste buds. The spoon feeder then blows into a party horn and lets loose with a load of confetti into the air.
Luna tries to speak. "Uhh. Ainth, Ankie!" She gratefully retracts her tongue into her mouth, downing the offering; both night and party then giggle until two certain, bright blue eyes finally slip into contact with yours. Right away, she pulls out her own paper and bites down on a quill, frantically scribbling something as it zips around on Luna's cast. After thirty seconds, she drops the writing utensil and nips onto the paper, holding it horizontally for you to see. You'd expect a whole mess out of Pinkie attempting to communicate through complex, physical means, but you notice that she isn't all that bad at this. In your view is a white and golden cake, along with a rainbow question mark.
Oh right, the quill! Without taking a single moment to question how she got the colors on there, you easily manage the creation of a simple sentence. Pinkie is gawking in surprise as you handle that writing like a boss. When you are proud of your work, you hold it up for her to see.
The cake was delicious, Pinkie!
She grins, and seeing that you're still wearing the party hat, bounces around cheerfully, filling the whole floor with confetti.
Nurse Redheart steps on in-- being completely used to Pinkie's celebrations by now (as all of the other rooms are absolutely filled with confetti, too), she addresses Luna's condition with a warm smile, doing her professional best to ignore-- oh, I don't know. The end of the world.
"Luna is ready to get out of her cast now."
"I am?!" Night blinks.
"She is?!" Party gasps.
"Mhm. Ready, Luna?" The nurse whips out a ginormous, mechanical hammer.
"Eek! Pinkie, hide me!" The moon mare closes her eyes tightly.
Pinkie instantly yields all other actions and holds onto the dark blue alicorn in vain, covering her the best she can. "No. No! What did she do to deserve this! Noo!" Yet, all Redheart does is chuckle. She raises the hammer in the air to prepare a strike, bringing it down with all of the possible force she can muster.
Everything goes silent for about four seconds, and all that is heard is a tink!
Redheart stuffs the hammer away, leaving the room to assist the other patients. After hearing the door shut, Pinkie opens her eyes. She looks down, and happily, her eyes light up in sheer excitement.
"Oh my gosh!" She pokes at Luna's deliciously poofy fur. "You didn't tell me your fur was this soft!"
"Hahah!" Luna snickers, "wait, don't do that!"
Too late. At this point, the party pony is full-on tickling her, and she doesn't even know it.
"Pinkie, hehe! stop, please!" Luna, by then, also has her eyes open, and she's begging for the pony to halt her advance.
"Oh-- sorry!" Pinkie, listening to her request, slows down from a tickle, into a very slow massage, making sure to rustle every bit of hair on the Moon. "Is this better?"
"Stop-- oh, ooooh... actually, you can keep going." Luna flaps her wings and stretches them out as Laughter becomes Relief, working and soothing her way into the royal pony's every sore muscle. "Oh my. This is s-- something. Pinkie, where did you learn this?" Her hind legs twitch about happily, and she has her forelegs up like a puppy. At any point now, she might as well start panting.
"That's the thing. I didn't!" The cheerful one squees and slows down the pace, slowly drawing her hooves back, and then pushing them forward in quick successions, waking up every ounce of pleasure hidden within the moon pony's core. Pinkie has on the face of a loving caretaker, making sure to leave the alicorn with a very, very satisfied smile, as the night equine arches her back to give it a good stretch, pressing up against her helper's hooves and sighing.
Eventually, after about three minutes of relieved mmning, eeeing and racy lip biting passes on by, Luna stops and makes do with her praise. "I'm definitely going to visit you often, Pinkie! I don't usually give hugs, but you are more than well-deserving of this. Thank you so much!" She grapples onto Pinkie tightly, thanking her for the company, and she press her cheeks against hers, making sure to flap out her wings and allow them to get a few bursts of air.
"O-oh, it was nothing, Luna...!" Although, for someone who is already the color of a blush, you make sense of what seems like solid red forming on Pinkie's face. She moves her hooves to quickly cover her face as she shies herself away from her alicorn friend.
Fifteen seconds of this bouncing around passes.
Luna lets go of Pinkie, soon concluding to turn to you with joyful smile. "And thank you, crea-- I mean, what's the word?" Pinkie whispers it into her ear. "Oh! Thank you, human!" She comes up to the glass and puts her hoof on it, leaving you in complete wonder as to what hugging her would be like. Immediately, a flush builds up on her cheeks, but she takes no care to hide it from you. "I... I would give you a hug too, if I could, that is-- if this weren't in the way..." She taps on the barrier, leaving afloat two plinks in her action. She presses her nose up against the glass, and it lightens up into a bright, bluish color as it pushes into the barricade. "Hmf." She releases the tension, and what is left is a foggy, white mark that quickly fades away. Luna blinks with those dazzling, ocean blue eyes, looking down, and then straight at you.
You feel uneasy, making a shrug, and to your discretion, you grab the writing tool once more. She watches in astonishment, both of her hooves now on the glass as your hand travels across the piece of paper, her eyes bobbing about as you work that thang, making you feel like some sort of expert from a whole 'nother galaxy. You hold it up after seven seconds flat.
Hugs later; the others are in trouble, Luna!
You point outside, and upon your notice, the sky outside is all the more darker, having leaked into that of a blood-red hue.
Luna takes her hooves off and turns her head, and to her sight, she jumps, her wings twitching about as she falls to the ground, but Pinkie actively catches her with her forehooves.
"Oh no. Thank you, human. We must go there, quickly! Onward, Pinkie!"
"With pleasure!"
Instantly, Luna charges up her horn and releases it, teleporting them to that of a dark blue bubble as it quickly disappears into nothingness-- with a pop and a heart coming out of it.
You drop the writing tools to have at another slice of the spine-tingling cake.