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>The sun is climbing the sky as you drive home.

>What a shift. You're exhausted.

>She'll be getting ready for work when you get there.

>You were surprised that the bakery said yes to it. But it turns out the kids loved her. Everyone lover her. How could they not? And she was a pro in the kitchen.

>But none loved her like you do.

>You press the accelerator down, wanting to be back, needing to see her smile.

>You pull up and hop out of the car but you realize how exhausted you are and drag yourself to the door.

>"ANON!" the pink pony screams and jumps in the air, her legs a blur as she tries to gain traction in mid-jump.

>"There was this bird hanging around the bushes and it was zipping around here and there and all over the place and so I thought 'Oh, it's a humming bird!' so I tried to hum one of my Pinky songs but he left in a hurry so I think that he had somewhere to go. Then I thought 'It must be having breakfast in the bushes like me but I'm not having breakfast in the bushes, I'm having breakfast here!'"

>You don't try to keep up, just let Pinkie's thousand mile an hour narrative wash over you. Her energy is infectious and you start to pick up steam.

>She guides you to the small breakfast nook where she has a stack of pancakes and muffins out on the small table.

>"I got it all ready for when you got here! Doesn't it look yummy!?" She carocols to look back at you.

>The stress from the night before melts away as you realize how much this hyper pink pony cares about you.

>You go to kneel to embrace her but instead, like a spring, she jumps into your arms and wraps her front legs around your neck.

>You bury your face in her neck, her mane smelling of cotton candy.

>She's so warm and soft, you never want to let her go.

>She giggles in her high pitch voice, pleased with how the morning's surprise went.

>You realize you would do anything for the wonderful pony you hold in your arms and start thinking of what you will do to show her you care.

>An idea strikes and a new strain of giddiness seizes you.

>You can't wait to see her face when you tell her. But not yet.

>"Anon" she giggles "I think the pancakes are feeling lonely."

>You laugh and set her down.

>You walk over to the table, starving for the delicious spread, the aroma making your stomach growl.

>"Pinkie knew just what you'd need." She sidles up to you as you sit down.

>Thinking of the work she did to do this for you, you lift her face up to yours and kiss her forehead. She lets out a giggle and pushes her face up to yours.

>Your lips meet and warmth spreads over you, the pancakes forgotten for another few moments.

>A few weeks have passed since the breakfast surprise.

>Not much has changed.

>The warm feeling of contentment is as strong as the first day you met her.

>When you actually get to spend the night in bed, you wake to find her in a different place each morning.

>Pinkie moves and thinks in mysterious ways.

>Sometimes she is curled up at the foot of the bed.

>Other times she is pressed tightly against you.

>There was that one time you woke up and found somehow she'd curled up at the top of the bed and your head was resting on her soft belly.

>It was the best night's sleep you'd ever had.

>No matter where morning found her, you still look at her and have to repress the urge to grab her into your arms and squeeze her.

>But now, you've made plans and today is the day of your adventure.

>You've wracked up vacation days from your job and you're going to blow them all like chips at the Vegas strip.

>This morning, she is draped across your feet.

>This is going to be a challenge.

>Your feet are hot from her body heat.

>Her breaths come in deep unhurried pulls.

>With extreme care, you extract one foot.

>She give a surprised snore and you think the game is up.

>But Pinkie could sleep through a orbital nuclear strike.

>A smile curls her lips and she mutters something.

>Even in her dreams she's happy. It amazes you how any creature can be so content.

>Hoping your luck can be duplicated, you slide your other foot out from under her.

>The air quickly saps her warmth out of your feet and you can't suppress a small shiver.

>Time to get to work.

>You get the picnic basket out of one closet and the blanket from the linen closet.

>You had made the cupcakes the other day while she was at work and hid the majority of them, leaving a few out knowing that she'd smell them.

>You put those in the basket, along with brownies, cookies, and other treats you'd stashed around your apartment.

>You look at your watch. In a few more minutes you'd be waking up Pinkie and starting off your adventure.

>"Hey Pinkie Twinkie" you whisper in her ear.

>"Hmm, wha... I was just about to put the sheep in the washing machine" she says, her voice still heavy with sleep.

>"We gotta be off" you explain.

>"Off?" she rubs the sleep from her eyes. "Anon, I was off and then you woke me up." She rolls onto her back and kicks her hooves in the air.

>"It's time for an adventure my little Pinkie twinkie" you say, rubbing her exposed tummy.

>She squeals in delight, kicking her hooves faster.

>Her belly is soft and warm, her pink fur tickles your palms.

>You lean over her and plant a kiss on her snout.

>She wriggles about on the sheets, her face scrunched in a grin.

>"What kind of adventure are we going on, Anon?" she asks, rolling onto her stomach.

>You give her a big smile. "The best kind."

>You load the stuff into the car pretty quickly. A thermos of cocoa and one of coffee.

>You know a mochacino is somewhere in the future.

>At that point Pinkie would be a nuclear furnace of effervescent happiness and pep.

>You've got a few hours in the car.

>Fields sweep by, painted gold, orange, and marigold by the swelling sun.

>Pinkie sits by you, gushing words, singing, pointing out all the little details you don't notice as you keep focused on the road.

>"So when are the cookies for?" she asks, casting her glance into the backseat where you piled your supplies.

>Looking ahead, you think.

>You explain she needs to hold on for just a bit longer.

>She shrugs and goes back to excitedly talking.

>Your face hurts from the smile that has taken up residence on your face.

>One of the side effects of prolonged Pinkie exposure.

>You tease her about the Children of the Corn as you pass through the corridor cut through the center of the seemingly endless sea.

>She isn't familiar with the story so you explain it to her.

>You tell her it was a movie and that you should watch it together sometime. Especially the bad sequels. Those are incredibly fun.

>She asks you to tell her other fun horror movies you could watch and snuggle up with.

>She yelps and giggles as you give your most frightening descriptions of movies you've seen.

>The rest of the trip passes as you joke and laugh back and forth about everything and anything.

>Eventually, you come to an off ramp that leads to a small side road.

>In the distance you see them, giant round shapes of ornate patterns.

>You look over and see Pinkie staring at them with a massive setting her eyes glittering.

>Your heart swells and you head toward your destination.

>You both gaze up the hot air balloons.

>Half a dozen puff up in the center of the huge clearing like an outcrop of giant mushrooms.

>You park the car near a small wood sided building covered in posters of hot air balloons.

>Before you can get out, Pinkie is jumping in circles, cheering.

>The look of excitement on her face sends your heart into flutters.

>Suddenly she barrels toward you.

>You brace for impact but you can't withstand the battering ram of happiness.

>You land in a heap.

>Pinkie is rubbing her forehead under your chin, gleefully thanking you.

>"Breakfast in a hot air balloon! A sky breakfast! Oh my goodness! Breakfast in the clouds! Oh my goodness!"

>You go to get up but she knocks you back down, not yet done with thanking you.

>Your laughing yourself. A few people look at you and your excited companion but you're too high off Pinkie's joy to pay much notice.

>Finally you manage to stem Pinkie's appreciation long enough to get up.

>You tell her to get the stuff out of the car and you'll be back in a minute after you let the guide know you're here and ready to get airborne.

>Pinkie heads to the car but twists away and embraces you.

>Her heart pounds through her chest.

>She pulls back, looking at you with those sky blue eyes.

>It looks like she's about to say something but instead she turns and heads to the car as you go into the small hut.

>The burners roar above your heads and the ropes fall away.

>The balloon rises into the sky.

>"Bye bye earth! See you in a little while!" Pinkie shouts.

>You both stand at the railing of the balloon's gondola, waving down, saying your farewells as you climb further.

>"Alright! Breakfast time!" you call.

>"Woohoo!" Pinkie exclaims enthusiastically.

>"Eaten yet?" Pinkie asks the balloon operator.

>He responds hesitantly that he has but when plied, he takes a brownie square and eats it with a smile.

>Pinkie's happiness spreads to anyone and everyone around her.

>You lean against the rail, breathing in the cool air that floats by on wings of light.

>Looking down, the ground is a patchwork of fields, some of them, like the one you just drove through, are huge. Then there are small green and brown ones stitched in.

>"I think I see a turtle!" you say, pointing at a cloud.

>"OO, oo! It's a bear!" Pinkie says and waves a hoof at another.

>"A fish!" you return.

>"A goose playing a baby grand piano!"

>You look but don't see it but Pinkie sees it and the world feels a little more magical for her unique way of looking at it.

>You wonder what it would be like to take the balloon into space and the planets you could visit with it.

>Could you reach the end of the universe in the bright balloon?

>At that moment, no place on earth or anywhere else in the universe could be as wonderful to you as that little gondola with a Pinkie Pie.

>After an hour and a half, the balloon operator tells you he has to take her down.

>"Did you hear that ground? We're coming back! Told you we would!" Pinkie calls out.

>You wrap your arm around Pinkie's shoulder as the balloon sinks back.

>She rests her head on your shoulder as you stroke her.

>"Anon, thanks," she says in a near whisper. This was such a wonderful surprise. I'm so happy we could do this. I could just spend the whole day up here with you. You're my best friend and..."

>She buries her face in your shoulder.

>The balloon reaches the ground faster than you thought it would.

>It lands with a little shudder.

>"One second" you say and hop out.

>You run to the hut and make arrangements then run back.

>"I wonder if that goose will play us a tune if we go back to visit him," you say, giving Pinkie a mischievous smile.

>Pinkie's eyes go wide, her smile spreading dimpling her cheeks.

>"I love you Anon!"