There were many ponies that loved Pinkie Pie. Her light-heartedness and love of fun and life was contagious. She was always cheerful, upbeat, and had a noble calling in life. More than just partying, her talent was to bring the festive spirit out in ponies and bring them together to celebrate. And while in her day-to-day activities she could be an annoying pest and a source of irritation for many, there weren't any ponies who could dislike her, although they all agreed that Pinkie was hyper active, and probably needed to chill out.
So it would come to a surprise to many of them that this whimsical pony was actually fairly calm when not in the presence of another pony whom she wanted to celebrate with. For every meeting, no matter how small or common, was like a small celebration to her, and when there were no ponies around, and nothing to celebrate, Pinkie would just smile and let her mind gently drift to nothing in particular, and everything in the universe--her imagination was extensive.
Pinkie had just put an order of cupcakes into the oven, and while fatigue never ever took her, she was leaning out the window and sighing, looking at a wind chime across the street and letting her mind wander. She hummed along with the sounds it made. She wondered if Pound Cake and Pumpkin Cake would like windchimes. Then again, who in their right mind didn't love windchimes.
Pinkie laughed and randomly started singing a improvised rhyme about windchimes while she spun herself over to the kitchen's island to look at her cupcake recipe book. All sorts of clever little ideas were in here, and dozens of blank pages that were meant for the owner to put down their own ideas. She had written very tiny in them so that she could write at least a dozen recipe ideas of her own on each page, including the margins. It looked like a disaster. She started flipping through the regular recipes and came upon a dandy little idea that was called Cupcake Pony Surprise. It was less of a recipe and more of an idea, the only complicated part being the filling. Basically, it was a party treat where the baker bakes cupcakes in the physical likeness of her friends, with a candy-cookie cutie mark topper, and a jelly filled center the color of the pony's fur.
Pinkie giggled. "Gee, I wonder what my friends would taste like if they really WERE cupcakes." Bouncing her head back and forth and wobbling her legs around, she began to daydream about turning her friends into cupcakes. First, she'd put them all in a big bowl, and cover them in eggs and flower and some sugar and butter and oh maybe a little bit of brown sugar, and a little vanilla, and maybe some oyster sauce!
Pinkie rolled her eyes. "No, bad brain, that's not something my friends would like!" Then in her mind Pinkie took a big egg beater and whipped her friends all together into a technicolored batter, and they giggled! She poured them all into a big cupcake tin. Really, they'd be like one big giant cup-cake.
Her tummy growled as she started to smell the baking cupcakes, imagining what the smell of her friends would be like in a big tasty cupcake just for Pinkie Pie.
Pinkie Pie blinked as something in the distance roused her and she discovered she had put herself up on the island at some point and was covered in flour. "Oops!" she laughed and hopped down, shaking herself free of the powder. The buzzer went off for her cupcakes and she got them out of the oven, let them cool, and then decorated them meticulously. She had precise control of her lips and was able to squeeze out frosting from a tube of paper quite well, and then sculpt it with a little knife. These cupcakes looked like they had little dolphins on them. They were for Sea Swirl, a pony with this same design as her cutie mark. She used to work for an ocean park in another town, but then retired here to ponyville. She looked quite young for her age.
Pinkie Pie delivered the cupcakes to the front counter and watched Sea Swirl leave, thinking again of cupcakes looking like ponies and suddenly wondering what her friends would taste like. She sighed happily, daydreaming.
Mrs. Cake came down from downstairs and smiled at Pinkie. "Okay dearie, the foals are asleep. You can go on your lunch break. Do you want to eat something here?"
Pinkie blinked, thinking about it... "No Mrs. Cake. I think... I think I'll go out for lunch." A little saliva dribbled from her lower lip, as she began to think of who she should visit... and what she would try to bake them into.
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