Ponywatching

by ThunderTempest

Prompt 161: Drama In The Kitchen

Since Twilight Sparkle had moved into Ponyville and begun to make friends, she found that her study time decreased, but yet, she was still strangely happy. At first, Twilight found this a bit odd, but she later learned to accept that on some strange, subconscious level, she needed friends and companions. Twilight attributed it to some left over herd instinct, and moved on. Though she always enjoyed her days with her friends, there were times when she still wanted to curl up with a nice big encyclopedia for a few hours, and today was going to be all about that.

It had been, at least until Pinkie Pie had burst into the library, tears streaming down her face, and that sort of annoying leftover herd instinct in Twilight told her that she needed to help Pinkie Pie. Twilight put the encyclopedia down, and wrapped Pinkie in a hug until the party pony’s tears had slowed.

“What happened, Pinkie?”

“He-he doesn’t love me! I’d put so much effort and love into him, and always made sure that he was well looked after, and he doesn’t love me anymore, Twilight!”

Twilight Sparkle’s brain froze up. She hadn’t known that Pinkie Pie had a special somepony. Had she failed as a friend because she didn’t know something so crucial about one of her friends? What if-Twilight put that line of thought on hold. She could stress about friendship lessons later. Right now, it was Pinkie who needed her help.

“Take a deep breath, Pinkie, and tell me what happened, and maybe we can fix it together, okay?” said Twilight, looking Pinkie in her eyes. Twilight had never noticed exactly how bright Pinkie’s eyes were before-they were sort of beautiful, and so full of life and joy, even while they were red and brimmed with tears.

“It was last night. I was cleaning up the kitchen at Sugarcube Corner, like I usually do so Mister and Missus Cake can have some time with the twins,” said Pinkie, wiping her nose on her forehoof, “and we’ve just had a newer, bigger oven put in because the shop is getting busier and busier, and I may have accidentally left a batch of cupcakes in there until they exploded because I hadn’t worked out the timer yet so it needed a lot of cleaning. So I was cleaning the big oven and that’s when he said he didn’t love me anymore if some shiny new oven was more important than him!”

Despite herself, Twilight felt herself welling up with some unidentifiable emotion. How dare this pony hurt one of her friends like that, just because she was trying to help her pseudo-family out a bit! Twilight decided that she was going to get Pinkie to tell her this horrible pony’s name and then she was going to go and make him pay for hurting Pinkie Pie like that!

“Come on, Pinkie. Maybe he doesn’t know how much you’re working to help out the Cakes. Why don’t you tell me his name, and I can go explain it to him?”

“Don’t be silly, Twilight,” sniffled Pinkie, “I couldn’t ask you to do that.”

“I’m your friend, Pinkie. I want to help you,” said Twilight. As Pinkie opened her mouth to speak again, she abruptly began to twitch and shake in various places around her body, and then, without any further explanation, the party pony dashed off, leaving Twilight to follow in Pinkie’s wake, confused.

***Time***

Pinkie’s trail ended at Sugarcube Corner. Still puzzling over Pinkie’s situation, Twilight trotted through to the kitchen of the bakery, where she saw Pinkie Pie, with her hooves wrapped to the best of her ability around a slightly older model of oven, and from what Twilight could see, Pinkie appeared to be in a rather intense, if a bit one-sided, makeout session with the oven in question.

Deciding that her time was better spent in a world where things actually made some degree of sense, Twilight backed out of the kitchen slowly, hoping not to disturb Pinkie. Of course, that was when Pinkie chose that moment to speak.

“Oh, I know you didn’t mean it. You were just jealous, which is totally ridiculous because you will always be my favouritest oven in the whole world and there’s no one else that I would ever let bake my special recipes,” said Pinkie Pie, before she dove back into licking the oven’s control dials, and Twilight Sparkle abandoned all pretences of being quiet, and fled, leaving Pinkie Pie and her oven alone.

Author's Note:

Written for Prompt #161: "Giving Donny What He Wants"
The prompt: Angst Followed by Makeouts

Sometimes, I put way too much effort into being silly.

Comments

[Themaskedferret]

There is so such thing as being too silly. Especially when it comes to shipping ponies with inanimate objects.

[ThunderTempest]

5257213 It's not the 'being too silly' part that bothers me-it's that I put far too much effort into being that silly.