Love to Love (Anon x Pinkie Pie)

>Be day... no, it doesn't matter. You've long since given up caring, seeing as everyone you've ever known or loved may as well be dead to you and you're stuck in an entirely alien world. You've a life here, yes but every day is just a solemn reminder of the one you lost.

>Even this past week it's been hard to drag yourself out of bed, never mind making it to work. At least this is the weekend-

>Knock knock knock!

>Despite your melancholia you still wake early and this... surprise at finding a caller so early is just about enough to rouse you. Slipping on a pair of jeans you go down and open the door. Open it to... her.

>"Gooood morning, Anon!"

>The only thing you hate more than her cloying charm is how much you love it. How much you love her. The single ray of light in your pitiful existence here. One you wouldn't dare darken with your own clouds.

>"Morning, Pinkie..."

>You consider just closing the door gently, ending this right now but for all her bluster she's a fragile soul. You know that, you've seen her crumple. You hate it.

>So instead you just leave it open and walk back into the kitchen, taking note of the gentle hopping of hooves following you.

>"Didja have breakfast yet? 'Cause I could bake you some amazing muffins!"

>You shake your head, rifling through your presses for something suitable to eat. By the sounds of things Pinkie is doing much the same and at an alarming rate.

>"Hey, you don't have any of the ingredients you need to bake them!" She throws you a very displeased looking huff before brightening instantly. "So you're gonna have to come make them with me at Sugarcube Corner!"

>You'd like to be able to make some sort of protest but Pinkie's up your stairs and back down in seconds, carrying some of your clothes before chucking them at you and nattering for you to follow. Yes, yes, as soon as you get some shoes on...

 

>It's a nice day out, the kind you almost feel guilty for missing out on, if you'd had someone to miss out on it with.

>Pinkie bounces along happily, chatting about all the wonderful types of muffins you can make together. And why don't you call by more often? She -never- gets to see you!

>Maybe you could? After all, it's on the way to your job and you could pick up something nice along the way. Plus you could see her too.

>"Hey! Are you even listening?" She's right in your face, nose barely an inch from your own, big blue eyes almost all you can see. "Ignoring a pony is a real great way to hurt her feelings you know..."

>You hear her but... you're so taken up with how she smells so like confectioners sugar and... some other scent you can't place but it's good. Real good.

>"Sorry, Pinkie. I just get a little distracted sometimes."

>"Oh. Okie-dokie-lokie!" And like that she's bouncing along again. Yeah, you could easily get distracted by that poofy tail bouncing around like that- No. Don't be such a creep, she's your friend. She cares about you, obviously but not in that way. The kind of fun-loving girl she is, she's more than likely already got herself someone. Doesn't mean you can't try and make the most of today, though.

>Sugarcube Corner is true to its name, a veritable life-size confection filled with wonderful smells and even more wonderful sights. The Cakes greet the two of you and you're briefly touched by the genuine kindness behind their words. It's easy to forget the ponies here really do care about your well-being. It's easy to forget quite a few things when you're away from Pinkie.

 

>You're lead through the shop floor into the back, those smells intensifying along the way.

 

>"Okay! We're gonna need eggs, flour, milk, cinnamon, blueberries..." She begins rattling off ingredients as you check about the kitchen yourself for some of them. In the process you open a press of overflowing utensils, falling back in shock at how they tumble out. You feel ridiculous until you hear a soft giggling from Pinkie, looking at you. Looking down you see just -how- ridiculous look. And laugh. It feels... good, so good to laugh.

>Still snickering, Pinkie helps you up before helping you set the utensils back in... Only to remove a few for baking the muffins, earning another little giggle from the two of you.

>Pinkie starts off the mix, setting you up with a bowl and leading you through it as she goes. You follow as best you can but are sure you make numerous mistakes. She's there, though, ready to offer a laugh or sincere commiserations when you royally screw up. It evens out in how giddy she gets when you ask what kind of muffin you should make. Not being one to care about flavours being exhaustive she just proudly proclaims 'Them all!'

>"Hey, Anon?"

>You stop filling a tray to look at her.

>"Think you could come by to help me some days?"

>You turn back to the tray. "I think I'd just slow you down."

>"Oh." There's a very noticeable pause. "But we're having fun, right?"

>Yes. Yes you are. In fact, you'd forgotten all about this being some rotten replacement for your old life and were just focusing on how great it is being with Pinkie. So you nod, smiling at her.

>"Awesome! So you'll do it then?"

>"Sure." Her own smile grows by measures at that as you both go back to your tasks.

 

>While the muffins bake you sit and talk with her. She asks how you've been, you don't lie, telling her you've definitely been better. She counters that maybe if you went out more, made some real friends you'd feel better. But they're ponies and-

>"I'm a pony."

>Wow. That was disarming.

>"And -we're- friends, aren't we?" You can't object there.

>"It's different."

>"How?"

>You don't know how. You just know it is. How could you even think of getting to know these ponies any better than you did? That would be to wholesale endorse your being here, accept where you are.

>Only... would that be so bad? You couldn't go back to your old life but did that mean you had to throw away this one? Pinkie's never brought this up before but then you'd never been this bad.

>A soft ding signals the muffins are done and Pinkie bounds over, grabbing a cloth in her mouth and quickly taking out some of the trays. You follow suit, delighting in the smells.

>"Oooh, you know what I love about muffins?" She picks one up, passing it from hoof to hoof. "They're prefect for sharing!" The muffin is tossed at you.

>"Pinkie!" You do your best to catch it but wind up copying her, chucking it from one hand to the other, much to her amusement.

>"Think fast!" Another is passed to you, followed by another. You're stuck in some bizarre juggle, trying not to drop any but trying not to hold them either. Pinkie tosses another one at you only for the lot to fall unceremoniously.

>She falls into raucous laughter, rolling about on the floor. You want to feel angry at her for that little stunt but seeing her so happy like this you can't. You can't when you realise, once again, it was actually pretty funny.

 

>She rights herself very suddenly, looking out to the shop floor.

>"Come on! Mrs Cake'll eat up a whole bunch if she thinks there's some of her favourites here - and they're all her favourites!"

>Alongside her you grab a sizable number of muffins and follow as she leads you upstairs. To her room? It's a wonderful panoply of blues, yellows and pinks. Soft furnishings adorning it as well as a large pink bed. Pinkie hops onto it, patting her side for you to follow. You do, depositing the muffins in the pile next to her.

>You both dig into them, saying nothing except to comment on their taste and texture, each one as perfect as the last. The scent from her is much stronger here and it serves to put you at ease.

>"How?"

>You stop chewing a piece of muffin and swallow, keeping your eyes on her. "'Scuse me?"

>"You said us being friends is different. How?"

>Oh right, that. How was it different? Was it? No, you'd realised it isn't. You shake your head, a small smile coming to your lips.

>"Sorry, Pinkie, I... dunno what I was thinking."

>"That's okay. Everyp0ny should have friends." She's looking down at the hooves in her lap, speaking far quieter than usual. "They can make even your worst day your best, if you just let 'em. And friends are the best to share things with."

>The hoof moves and you feel it resting on your leg. For a moment you're unsure what to do but decide upon taking it gently in your hand. It's soft. So soft and warm. Like everything about her it's wonderful.

>"And since we're friends... there's something I wanna share with you..."

>You turn back to her and see her slowly moving towards you until her nose is but an inch from your own again.

 

>"Pinkie..."

>"When your friend shares something with you, you can't ignore it. Because they're giving you something important to them. They're sharing their happiness with you."

>You can feel her soft, gentle breath upon your face. It smells so sweet.

>"I really like to make ponies happy."

>"I kinda got that before."

>"And even more important is making sure my -friends- are happy."

>You're her friend, she wants you to be happy. Another hoof touches your leg.

>"But... you're always sad. I know you miss... everything but that doesn't mean you can't start again here, right? Because we care about you, Anon."

>Her beautiful blue eyes... They're glistening in afternoon light coming in through the window.

>"And when a pony cares about you that's the first step to making them a part of your life. So... if you let enough ponies care about you it can be more like your old life, right?"

>You shake your head very slightly.

>"And if a pony really, -really- cares about you then... that's like they love you. And... everyp0ny needs to be loved. Especially you."

>Why is she saying this? You feel better but...

>"I..." She bites her lower lip. "I really, really, -really- care about you, Anon."

>Unknown to you she's moved her whole body against your own, the hoof slipping over your shoulder. You can feel her chest against your own. Feel her heart beating.

 

>"Pinkie..."

>She pulls back slightly, looking at you expectantly.

>"I really-"

>Slowly, very slowly she starts to lean forward, closing her eyes. You know what this is, you've had girlfriends back on Earth. But she couldn't possibly mean... It's decided for you as those soft, pink lips meet your own.

>Your hands instinctively reach up to reach around her back. Your eyes shut slowly and you allow yourself to fall into this. To fall back onto the bed, Pinkie atop you.

>For long moments you simply stay like that, in each other's embrace before you're forced to part, to breath, to see each other again.

>"Are you happy, Anon?"

>Happy?

>"Yes." Happier than you've been in a long, long time.

>"That's what I wanna share with you. I wanna give you as much happiness as you need. And... I think you need a lot."

>She giggles sweetly, laying her head against your chest. Your hand finds itself entangled in her mane.

>"Thank you, Pinkie. Thank you."