"[Filly NMM] Moonie and Pinkie"
By 8th-Sin (https://pastebin.com/u/8th-Sin)

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Created on: Friday 9th of August 2013 12:29:56 PM CDT
Retrieved on: Sunday 9 of May 2021 08:39:42 PM UTC


>It's so dark you can’t see your hoof in front of your face but that’s probably because you're hiding in Anon's dresser.
>He wants to go out before somepony comes over so you decided to take the opportunity to play hide and seek.
>You know he’s not impressed right now but you’re enjoying yourself.
>A footstep sounds outside the dresser and you tense up, slowing the pace of your breath in hopes of being as silent as possible.
>You listen closely as the steps get closer before stopping and it takes all your willpower to hold back all your laughter.
>He’d never think to look in here but the fear of being caught makes you lie perfectly and after a few seconds the steps are back this time getting softer.
>After about a minute you assume it’s safe to come out. You slowly push the draw, it’s a little tricky but with some force it slides open. You quickly peek to see if the coast is clear and it is.
>You have a smug grin across your face as you gently flap your wings, softening the noise your hooves make against the hard timber floor.
>Staying in one place for too long is bound to get you caught so you decide the laundry will be a good place to hide next.
>You’re about to run to the next room before pausing mid-step, you can see a pink ball in the corner of your eye and as you turn your head to get a better look at it you notice it’s actually Pinkie Pie sporting a very wide grin.
>“Hiya Moon Pie, what ya doing?”
“Don't call me that and it’s none of your concern.”
>This mare irritates you to no end and for some reason she’s made it her goal to have everypony be her friend. It's like conscription.
>She's always happy, constantly tries to befriend you, assaults you with cupcakes and worst of all; is always after Anon’s attention.
>If your powers were at full strength you think you’d sent her to a deep dungeon somewhere; the everfree is horrible this time of year, it'd be perfect.
>You give her a glare so she knows you’re not happy to see her but just she gives you the same stupid smile across her stupid face as always.
“What are you so cheery about?”
>By the night, that smile is insufferable.
>“I'm always happy.”
“Yes, I know but why?”
>”Because I have lots of things that make me happy like my friends!”
>Maybe there’s a screw loose in her head, or hundreds.
“Right... Where's anon?”
>”He's out getting cupcakes.”
>What he left you with her for snacks? He's in for it, he better come back with two for you. No, make that three.
>”I think we’re gonna make ‘em ourselves, wanna help?”
“No.”
>”It'll be fun.”
“No”
>This mare just doesn’t take the hint.
>”Okie-dokie-lokie. I guess I’ll eat the batter myself.”
>Damn, this mare has discovered one of your weaknesses. You’ll have to dispose of her quickly before anypony finds out.
>Your ears flick up when you hear the front door open, Anon is home. Eagerly wanting the get away from Pinkie, you make a dash to him.
>As you’re rushing down the hall you notice she's beside you and when you speed up she does too.
>The two of you race neck and neck, he's probably in the kitchen and when you can see the doorway you sprint for it as fast as you can.
>In the corner of your eye you notice Pinkie slowing down. HA! She loses then, maybe you should eat her share of the cupcakes to celebrate your victory.
>While you’re lost in thought you don’t notice that banana peel on the floor and like you were in some cartoon comedy, you slip on it. You let out a cry for help as you slide into the wall.
>You stand up and shake yourself off while anon tries to collect his sides.
>“Someone's eager for cupcakes, here's your chef hat.”
>He places the hat atop your head and you give him a proud pose.
“Head Chef Moonie, reporting for duty.”
>Pinkie muffles a little laughter which makes you a little embarrassed of what you just said.
>”Hey Pinkie, you ready?”
>”Silly filly, I’m always ready for cupcakes.”
>The three of you spend the next thirty minutes making cupcakes, it shouldn’t have taken so long but you did ruin a few batches. You weren’t meant to cook, that’s a job for the servants.
>As Anon puts the final batch into the oven he turns to you and Pinkie and flashes you both a little smirk.
>”You two are a mess, maybe you both should take a bath.”
>He’s right, as you look over yourself to see that you’re covered in flour, batter and a little egg yolk. It’s making you smell like a bakery, which is a pleasant smell.
>Regardless of whether you need one or not, you hate baths.
“Never.”
>”Alright then, I guess no bubble bath for you.“
>What is Anon doing? He’s revealing another weakness of yours to the enemy.
>He gives you a triumphant grin, he knows he’s won this round.
“Very well then, we concede.”
>It doesn’t take long for the bath to be ready, you stand in awe of the bubble tower and waste no time getting in.
>Perfect temperature as always, Anon really is getting better at this. 
>If he were a pony then he’d have a parenting cutie mark, no wait, that came out wrong. He’d have a servant cutie mark.
>You’re not sure who you’re correcting that for as it was in your head.
>Instead of worrying about it, you dive under the water to let all your coat and mane get wet.
>When you resurface you see Anon holding out Mr Bearington. Anon recently had his fabric water-proofed so now he can bathe with you.
>You take him and thank Anon before he leaves you to your bubble empire.
>You sit Mr Bearington in the corner of the bath while you rearrange the bubbles to resemble a castle.
>It doesn’t look very good, the bubbles stick to you more than to each other and it’s leaning.
>Close enough.
>You were enjoying yourself until Pinkie pops into your mind, making you think about how close those her and Anon are.
>Maybe you should get some advice on the matter.
“Mr Bearington?”
>Your voice has a hesitant croak to it, so you clear your throat before speaking again.
>”Yes, my queen?”
“Do you think there’s anything between those two?”
>”I’m sure they’re just good friends, nothing to worry yourself over.”
>Mr Bearington’s words are a little comforting but there’s still that doubt.
“Worried? I’m not worried... I’m... plotting. That mare is the enemy.”
>”Of course you are.”
“What would you know, you’re just a bear.”
>”Well that was uncalled for.”
“Well it’s true.”
>You look at Mr Bearington who just stares back at you.
“Don’t give me the silent treatment.”
>No response. You hate when he does this, he’s as disobedient as Anon sometimes. You can’t help but let out a deep sigh at his immaturity.
“I apologise. Happy?”
>”Very. Now what’re you going to do about Pinkie?”
“I don’t know.”
>Your mood sinks, so you dive underwater while trying to put the thought out of your mind.
>When your head is submerged you open your eyes and they’re filled with Pink.
>What is Pinkie doing in YOUR bath and how did she sneak in without you knowing?
>You resurface and she does too.
>Some bubbles have attached themselves to her jaw, giving her a large beard.
>Then Anon walks in.
>”Moonie, you finished yet?”
>”Hey Anon, I’m Captain Bubble-beard of the one sea.”
>He let’s out a short but loud laugh and you decide to pile some bubbles into a crown atop your head.
“Anon look, I’m Queen Bubble.”
>Pinkie laughs and Anon gives a small chuckle before lifting you out the tub.
>Where’s your roar of laughter? You were just as funny as her.
>”Alright your majesty, time to let Pinkie have a bath now. Did you want me to refill it?”
>”All good.”
>She’s floating in the bath on her back while Anon carries you into the other room.
>He then takes a seat, picks up a nearby towel and dries your mane and coat.
>You curl up onto his lap and enjoy the moment as he begins to brush your mane.
>The soft bristles of the brush and Anon’s gentle movements relax you into a state between sleeping and awake.
>Your moment of pure bliss doesn’t last long because the pink menace comes bursting into the room. Any feelings of being relaxed are gone.
>Her coat and mane look like they haven't touched a drop of water, you'd ask how she dried herself so well but you don't care.
>"Cupcakes ready?"
>"Crap, I forgot."
>Anon quickly stand and places you onto the chair he was sitting on before running into the kitchen.
>Again you’re left alone with Pinkie.
>"Why so glum, Moon Bum?"
>Not wanting to talk about it to her you shut your eyes in hopes she'll go away if you ignore her.
>A few seconds later you open an eye and check that she's still there waiting for a response.
>You change to Plan B.
"I'm going to get Mr Bearington."
>You jump down from your seat and walk up the hall to the bathroom, ignoring Pinkie's existence.
>When you enter the bathroom Mr Bearington is sitting on a chair waiting for you. Using your magic, you grab both him and a towel then proceed to dry him.
>It’s a little quiet, only the ruffling of the towel echoes through the bathroom until he speaks up.
>"May I ask you a question, mistress?"
"Speak."
>"Why do you dislike Pinkie so much?"
"What kind of stupid question is that because she's annoying."
>"So it wouldn't be because she's always after Anon's attention?"
>You go silent and give him a slow nod, confirming the answer he knew to begin with.
>”It wouldn’t hurt to just be her friend.”
>After that he joins the silence while you dry him off, when you're finished you sit him upon your back and open the door.
>As you walk back down the hall, the voices of Anon and Pinkie come within earshot.
>You don't know what impulse takes over you but you duck behind the doorway to eavesdrop.
>"I tried everything I can think of,” you lean against the wall more in an attempt to hear them better, “she doesn't like parties, my games or the party cannon."
>Judging from the fact that you’re the only pony who refuses to befriend Pinkie, you can safely assume they’re talking about you. Now you definately can’t stop eavesdropping.
>"If you want to befriend her then you’ll need to try a different approach. She isn't exactly the open type."
>"I just don’t think she likes me."
>"Don't take it personally, she doesn't like anyone."
>You feel a pang of guilt in your chest at that remark, it’s true you’ve made almost no friends here aside from the Cutie Mark Crusaders on occasions but you didn’t think you can across as not liking anypony.
>"But she likes you."
>"I'm different. She had no choice but to deal with me, she eventually warmed up but she’d didn’t like me for the longest time."
>You feel another pang of guilt, you rarely reflect on your behaviour so this feels almost like new knowledge to you.
>"If you say so."
>"I know so, now I've got to clean up these dishes. Do you mind watching Moonie is for me?"
>"You can count on me."
>She takes a deep breath and her bubbly smile returns.
>As she walks towards the door, you get sent into a panic. Not wanting to get caught you quickly dive up onto couch and curl up with hardly a second to spare.
>Pinkie walks in and takes a seat on the nearby chair, making no effort to talk or go about any of her usual antics.
>You give a sigh, knowing this your fault she feels like this. Maybe Mr Bearington was right, you could always befriend her but you're not sure how to go about that let alone rectify the uncomfortable moment that you seem to be in. 
>Conquering countries is more your thing, not emotions and friendship.
>You turn your head and notice three lounge pillows beside you.
>With a sinister smirk you decide against talk, picking one up with your magic, you lob the pillow right into Pinkie’s head.
>"Hey, what was that for?"
>She’s a little stunned at first but quickly realises what you’re starting when the next one collides directly with her face.
"Hah," you poke your tongue out then try and make your escape. As you jump onto the arm of the lounge a pillow smacks right into your flank, bowling you over onto the floor.
>Pinkie tries everything she can to muffle her laughter but fails, letting out a loud burst of a giggling fit.
>"You’re such an easy target Moon butt."
>That's it, it's on.
>The two of you start slinging the same three pillows back and forth. Both of you laughing playfully but determined to overwhelm the other.
>After a few minutes of pillow fights you notice Mr Bearington is gone, you immediately look around you discover he's nowhere in sight and Pinkie hasn’t thrown a pillow in the past few seconds.
>"Looking for somepony?" her voice calls out, timing her question a little too well.
"More like some bear," you reply, letting her know you’re onto her.
>"I wonder where he could be?" she’s clearly feigning ignorance.
>You jump out from behind the couch to see Pinkie holding Mr Bearington in one hoof and a pillow in the other.
>"Surrender," she demands.
>You hesitate, surrendering is worse than death in your opinion but Mr Bearington is your most trusted minion and good henchmen are so hard to come by.
>Then you notice about a metre behind Pinkie is a pillow. Perfect.
>Using your magic you carefully lift it, hoping she won’t notice.
"Very well, I Nightmare Moon, the queen of the eternal night..."
>You cut your sentence short to seize the moment, smacking the pillow into the back of Pinkie's head making her to drop while dramatically flailing and making sounds of her pretend demise.
>"You were a worthy opponent Moonie," she reaches skyward “blegh, I can see... the light arghh!"
>She drops her hoof to the floor then lies there lifeless until you burst into a giggling fit and she soon joins in, occasionally snorting in her laugh.
>You pick yourselves up off the floor and try to refill your lungs with air.
>"Hey, wanna build a pillow fortress?"
>Despite not wanting to show your excitement, you let out a small squee.
>It takes a few minutes but you both build a fortress worthy of the title.
"What should we name it?"
>"How about Fort Doom?"
>You're impressed, you won't admit it to her but you're impressed.
"To celebrate the naming of Fort Doom, we should have cupcakes!"
>”Way ahead of you.”
>You spin around and see Anon holding a stack of cupcakes on a plate.
>”Nice fort.”
>”Thanks, we made it together.”
>Pinkie beams with pride at Anon, her infectious attitude causes you to join in.
>Anon smiles at the two of you before you all climb into the fort and share the cupcakes.
>Not long after that Pinkie has to go home and surprisingly, you’re a little disheartened by that.
>Somehow Pinkie picks up on your disappointment.
>”Smile Moon Pie, we can always play together some other time. I still need to get you back for that pillow to the back of the head.”
>You give her a cocky look and raise your head in pride.
“You’re welcome to try.”
>She gives a giggle before wrapping you up in a hug.
>You’re taken aback by that and when she lets go of you, you immediately go on the offensive.
“You can’t hug me, who do you think you-”
>”I just did, I also will again and there’s nothing you can do to stop me.”
>She strikes a triumphant pose before running home, you just roll your eyes at her and head back inside.
>Today was a good day.
