A Tale of TwiPie

by AuthorQuill

Pink Party Pony Prepares Creative Culinary Confection for Pretty Purple Pony

"Where is it?! WHERE IS IT?!" Pinkie Pie squeaked, throwing open as many cabinet doors within Sugar Cube Corner as she could. Strands of her mane were standing on end, as her bloodshot eyes flicked frantically from cabinet to cabinet.
So consumed was Pinkie in her plight, that she didn't hear Mr. and Mrs. Cake or the Cake Twins appear to witness her freak out. The veteran bakers were well acquainted with their young ward's hyperactive methods, but this was different, they could tell.

Pinkie Pie was in genuine distress. Cup Cake looked at Carrot Cake in worry, before Carrot cleared his throat.

"Um...Pinkie? Is everything okay?" he asked. The pink mare spun around to see her concerned guardians, and gave a small giggle.

"Oh yeah, I'm fine, Mr. Cake," she said, even as one of her eyes twitched. The two adult ponies sighed, before Mr. Cake approached.

"Come on now. Tell Mrs. Cake and I what's going on," he said with a kind smile, placing a comforting hoof on Pinkie. The pink pony sighed, as she closed a cabinet.

"I wanna make a special dessert for the pony I want to be my special somepony, but we're out of ingredients and none of the normal recipes will work! This needs to be super-duper extra special for them!" she said, her mane drooping. Mrs. Cake smiled sadly, as she slowly approached Pinkie.

"Oh, dearie, don't worry," she said, tilting the pink mare's chin up gently. "I'm sure whatever it is you make for whoever this pony is, that it'll be perfect for them. Your special somepony will love it because it came from you." Pound and Pumpkin, even though they couldn't understand, nodded after their mother finished speaking.

Pinkie giggled, nuzzling the baby Cakes, before she pulled back. "You're right, Mrs. Cake. You're right. I shouldn't be so worried about it."

"That's the spirit, dearie," Mrs. Cake said with a smile.

"I'm gonna head to the market to get more ingredients, then I'm gonna bake like there's no tomorrow!" the party pony stated, grabbing her saddlebags from where they lay on a chair, and rushing out of the bakery. Her mind was racing with the possibilities of what she would make, and how the pony she hoped to give the baked good to would react.

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Her saddlebags bulging with plenty of new ingredients, Pinkie began the trek back to Sugar Cube Corner, humming the Smile Song to herself, and bouncing. She couldn't wait to get started on her treat for her future special somepony. She bit her lip, imagining the reaction.

With a playful knock at the library door, Pinkie shuffled in excitement. The tray balanced on her tail, cradling the culinary confection she'd slaved most of the day on. Ooh, she couldn't wait to see the look on Twilight's face when she saw the delicious treat that the pink mare had made her.

Almost on cue, the mare in question opened the door with a smile.

"Pinkie, hi!" she said. "What can I do for you?"

"Hi Twilight. I brought this for you," Pinkie said, the tray on her tail moving into Twilight's line of sight.

"Oh my! What is it?"

"It's a special dessert I made for you. I spent all day working on it," the pink mare said, looking down at the ground sheepishly and rubbing the back of her forehoof.

"Aww, Pinkie. You shouldn't have!" Twilight giggled. Pinkie flashed one of her big smiles, before lifting the lid of the tray with the tip of her mane, revealing the culinary confection she concocted.

A triple-layer cake sat on the tray, the layers consisting of pink and purple. Magenta fondant, the same color of Pinkie's mane, rimmed the edge with multi-colored pieces of sugar dusted around a design of Twilight's cutiemark in the top left. The bottom right had Pinkie's cutiemark, and in between the two of them was the message, written in beautiful calligraphy with sparkly magenta frosting that seemed to resemble Twilight's magic, the message 'Twilight, you're as sweet as a piece of cake, and just as pretty. Would you be my special somepony?'

Twilight's eyes widened at the message, then back up to pleading blue eyes. Pinkie's heart raced, as Twilight just stood there, looking at the cake, then back at Pinkie, then back at the cake. As her eyes turned back to Pinkie again, those beautiful purple orbs that the party pony always got lost in, they furrowed in anger.

"Are you insane? Do you really think that I would ever want a special somepony like YOU?! You really show up to my door with your second-rate dessert and your pathetic attempt at courtship, and thought I would just fall all over you? You have NOTHING of substance that you could bring to a relationship, Pinkie!
The only reason I've been tolerating you until now is because I was scientifically intrigued by you, and then I found out about your inane 'Pinkie Sense'! For the love of Celestia, the sheer fact that Ponyville basically considers you a town hero is almost comical. If you weren't the Element of Laughter, we wouldn't even BE in the same social or intellectual fields. You're a baker, Pinkie, and that's all you'll ever be."

With every word, Pinkie's color drained. Her lower lip wobbled, as tears came to her eyes, her face in a look of absolute anguish. Twilight sneered.

"Oh please, don't start with the tears, Pinkie. This was never going to go like you hoped it would, and you know it. Now please, take your cake and leave my doorstep. And consider our friendship reduced to acquaintance level at best," she said, her horn lighting up around the library door. "Good day, Ms. Pie." Then, without another word, the unicorn slammed the door.

Pinkie was frozen, tears cascading down her cheeks, as her mane and tail completely deflated, the cake that she'd spent almost the entire day working on, that she'd put her heart into, clattered to the ground and turned into mush.

Pinkie's bouncing had slowed, before coming to a stop just outside of Sugar Cube Corner. She wiped away her tears, trying to slow down her heartrate. Her mind was going to be a meanie today, it seemed. While she could never see Twilight actually being that needlessly cruel, the fear of rejection and disappointment resonated inside her mind like an echoing kettle drum.

"I know Mr. and Mrs. Cake mean well, but...this is too important to me. I can't let Twilight down. This has to be the best dessert I've ever made, putting every other sweet I've ever made to shame!" she muttered to herself. "I just wish I had another cookbook! Something that was really unique!"

As if on cue, a magic POP! came from behind Pinkie, and an all too familiar voice purred out, "Did somepony say 'unique'? That just so happens to be my specialty!"

Pinkie sighed, turning her head slowly to regard the draconequus floating behind her. "Discord. What do you want?"

"Pinkie, is that any way to speak to a friend? All I want is to help you, truly," the former Lord of Chaos said, holding up his paws in a placating manner.

Pinkie's eyebrow rose, shooting him an extremely incredulous look. "I'm not as stupid as I seem, you know."

Discord simply chuckled, popping away before reappearing right above Pinkie. Taking the end of her mane with his left paw, he began to stroke it slowly. "Oh, Pinkie, you needn't worry. I'm more than aware of your...paramour troubles! In all honesty, I have to commend you. Of all ponies, I never thought you'd fall for Twilight. Talk about opposites attract!"

"If you're just gonna insult me, you can save your breath," Pinkie snapped, before giving a sigh. "I just got more than enough from my own mind."

"Not an insult, Pinkie. I truly do want to help you win Twilight's heart," Discord replied.

"Why?"

"Consider it...a token of affection from one being of chaos to another. Also, Fluttershy would never let me hear the end of it."

Pinkie had to giggle at that. He wasn't wrong. Flutters could be scary if she knew one of her friends was being mistreated. "Okay. What can you do? Do you actually have a cookbook?"

"I don't own one, personally, but there are many different one's floating around the Chaos Realm. It all depends on what type of creation you're looking to make."

"A dessert. The greatest, most perfect, most unbelievable dessert that anypony in Equestria has ever seen!" Pinkie grinned.

"One cookbook containing a life-altering, completely unique, never before seen dessert coming up!" Discord proclaimed, snapping his fingers and disappearing again. Mr. and Mrs. Cake poked their heads from out of the doorway, taking in the sight of their ward.

"Everything all right, sugar cookie?" Mrs. Cake asked.

"Oh, yeah, Mrs. Cake. Everything's fine," Pinkie replied. With another POP! Discord reappeared, a red-leather bound, thick volume in his right paw. A pair of horn-rimmed glasses appeared on top of his muzzle, opening the book and quickly flipping through the pages.

"Ah-ha! Here we are!" Discord exclaimed, jamming his finger onto one of the pages. "Quadruple-layer Chocolate Rain and Stars cake, topped with Cotton Candy Cloud fondant. If this baby doesn't nab you Twilight, then nothing will." With an effortless flipping shut of the book, the former Lord of Chaos snapped his finger again, and Pinkie felt the cookbook appear in one of her saddlebags.

"Hold on there, Pinkie. This feels awfully fishy," Mr. Cake said, approaching Discord. "How can we be sure that whatever that cookbook is that you just gave her isn't dangerous?"

Discord gasped, placing a paw over his chest. "Mr. Cake, you wound me. Do you really think that I would give Pinkie Pie something that would purposefully harm her or Twilight?"

Mr. Cake's eyes slightly narrowed. "You don't want me to actually answer that question, do you?"

Pulling the cookbook from out of Pinkie's saddlebag, Mrs. Cake flipped through it quickly. "What kind of ingredients are these?" she asked, finding the entry for the Chocolate Rain cake. "One cup of stardust from the stream of the Palomino comet? Three tablespoons of the feeling of laughter and joy? How is she supposed to find those?"

Discord sighed, rolling his eyes. "You ponies and your limited imaginations," he muttered under his breath. "Because the book comes from the Chaos Realm, that means it follows Chaos Realm rules. And Pinkie Pie has a biological connection to the Chaos Realm. Don't ask me how, even I haven't figured it out, but nonetheless, all Pinkie has to do is imagine the ingredients in the correct size and they'll appear in the endless void that is her mane."

Mr. and Mrs. Cake looked back at their young charge, rummaging around in her mane, with her tongue poking up.

"Exhibit A," Discord pointed out, as Pinkie procured a whisk from inside her mane.

"Pinkie, dear. Are you sure you're up for this? I mean, I'm sure Mr. Cake and I can search through our old cookbooks for something else," Mrs. Cake said.

Pinkie sighed, and finally looked at Mrs. Cake with those same tear-stained eyes she'd wiped away only a few minutes before. "I...I love her, Mrs. Cake. I do. So much, and I just...I can't let her down with this. I can't disappoint her and have her reject me. I need her to know how I feel, and this is the best way." She giggles sadly, flashing the mare who was like a second mother to her a small smile. "You know me, I'm not very good with big words. But, I AM good at baking, and I'm gonna use what I'm good at to tell Twilight how I feel about her, and what I bake has to be as...amazing and incredible and magical as she is."

Mrs. Cake sniffled, and pulled Pinkie into a hug. The Cake matriarch had known their young ward long enough to know when she was serious about something. But, neither of them knew that Twilight Sparkle was the pony that Pinkie loved, until now. They suspected, sure, but Pinkie wasn't as forthcoming here as she was in every other circumstance. Now, though, well...the two were prepared to do anything they could to help Pinkie. If not actually end up in a relationship with Twilight, at the very least they could help her find closure and make sure that she and the purple librarian remained friends.

"Oh, Sugar Cookie. I understand, I do. And you're absolutely right. You ARE good at baking, you're incredible at it. So, Mr. Cake and I are going to make a small run to restock the cupboards for tomorrow, then we'll take Pound and Pumpkin over to your friend Fluttershy's so you have the entire Corner to yourself," she said, pulling away, before pushing the Chaos cookbook against Pinkie's barrel. "You take this book, you cook this cake, and you go sweep Twilight off of her hooves. Because you. are. worth it, Pinkie Pie. And you deserve a special somepony like Twilight."

Pinkie couldn't help how much she was crying. Ever since she'd left her sister's on the Rock Farm, she'd been longing for a familial connection again, especially since the relationship she had with her own parents was...lukewarm, to say the least. She couldn't remember the last time her mother had hugged her with this much warmth. Her parents weren't big on emotion. She missed her family, especially Maud, but in this moment, Mrs. Cup Cake of Sugar Cube Corner in Ponyville was every bit the mother she needed right now. "Thank you, Mrs. Cake," she whimpered against the older mare's neck. Mrs. Cake simply answered by placing a gentle kiss right on Pinkie's head.

"You deserve everything, Pinkie Pie," she whispered again, before pulling away fully. "Carrot, dear, let's go get Pound and Pumpkin and take them on a little shopping trip. Pinkie's got a long rest of the day ahead of her." She returned to her husband's side, before looking at Discord one more time. "Discord, let me give you a word of warning. If the baked good that this book produces causes ANY harm to either Pinkie or Twilight, I will make all those years of you being trapped in stone look like a picnic. Are we clear?" she asked in her best 'mom' voice. Pinkie giggled silently as Discord paled and gulped at the fire he saw in Mrs. Cake's eyes.

"Yes, Ma'am. Crystal clear, Ma'am," he said with a salute, before disappearing again. Pinkie pulled both Cakes into one more hug, before giving a sharp nod and reentering Sugar Cube Corner, rubbing the spine of the Chaos Cookbook.
She was going to bake the ever-loving Tartarus out of this cake, because she deserved Twilight, and she was going to prove it.

Comments

[ArtyChameleon]

This is great so far! Can't wait to see what will happen next

[Fluttershylover3]

If the recipe did harm either then it will be more than just Mrs. Cake on his tail

[Hyper Star]

"Um...Pinkie? Is everything okay?" he asked. The pink mare spun around to see her concerned guardians, and gave a small giggle.

"Come on now. Tell Mrs. Cake and I what's going on," he said with a kind smile, placing a comforting hoof on Pinkie. The pink pony sighed, as she closed a cabinet.

And many other instances, discluding the chapter title, which I like.

I’m afraid you have LUS (Lavender Unicorn Syndrome, it’s the MLP fandom version of Burly Detective Syndrome), easily curable, just use "she."

"I know Mr. and Mrs. Cake mean well, but...this is too important to me. I can't let Twilight down. This has to be the best dessert I've ever made, putting every other sweet I've ever made to shame!" she muttered to herself. "I just wish I had another cookbook! Something that was really unique!"

I thìnk you should have just italicised this and have her think most of this and in the end, have her simply say "I wish I had another cookbook! Something that was is really unique!" to cue Discord

Discord sighed, rolling his eyes. "You ponies and your limited imaginations," he muttered under his breath. "Because the book comes from the Chaos Realm, that means it follows Chaos Realm rules. And Pinkie Pie has a biological connection to the Chaos Realm. Don't ask me how, even I haven't figured it out, but nonetheless, all Pinkie has to do is imagine the ingredients in the correct size and they'll appear in the endless void that is her mane."

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Discord seems to actually be afraid of Mrs. Cake, I would be!

I wish we got a bit more of a look at when Pinkie’s feelings for Twilight developed, but so far so good.