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Pinkie's Pie
When Pinkie saw Rainbow with that downcast look, she knew instantly something was wrong. “So, the audition went bad.”
“Bad? It was a disaster, they all laughed at me!"
"Well, you can try again–"
"No! I can’t do anything right.”
Right then, inspiration hit Pinkie.
“Let’s cook!”
“Huh?”
“In my kitchen. Help me with a pie.”
Rainbow Dash eyed her skeptically, “But Pinkie, I never baked before!”
Pinkie giggled softly, guiding her in by the neck. “Don’t worry, I will teach you everything.”
Sugarcube corner was quiet, all Cakes away for the day. Pinkie and Rainbow had free reign of the kitchen. “First, the preparations. Grab that sack over by the corner, please.”
Dash gawked. “But it is huge! Should I start with such a large one?”
Pinkie waved her off. “No worries, we don’t need to use the whole thing. It is your first time after all…”
Rainbow blushed. "Not really. I tried it before, but it was a disaster. The burning…” She shivered.
“Don’t worry, it won’t happen again. I am here to teach you.”
The two set aside all the ingredients on the counter, leaving the table free for their use.
“’kay, all looks good. First, we want to mix everything together. Here, come closer.”
Dash obeyed, feeling Pinkie’s flank touching hers.
“The secret is in the movements.” She moved gently, in circular, careful motions. “It won't react for a while, but be patient–” she pressed strongly, stretching her whole body to do so "–and it becomes firm. Show me your technique, I will watch.”
Rainbow’s inexperienced hooves fumbled at the task. Standing so close to Pinkie made the movements awkward, and she couldn’t find an appropriate angle. However, under her friend’s gaze, she got a sense of confidence, and soon was doing it well enough for Pinkie to join her.
Both mares went hard at it, mixing and stirring with different, yet equally efficient methods. She is a natural! Pinkie thought, hard at work on her side of things. They sprinkled some water and kept at it until it was ready, moist and firm to the touch.
“It’s ready!” Pinkie said.
Having lost notion of time, Dash felt tired and sweaty, yet satisfied. “Never though this would be such a work-out!”
“Of course, bakers have to keep busy. But that is just step one, we still need to do the filling. How do you feel about cream?”
“A cream pie? Can you actually do that?”
Pinkie dismissed her with a hoof. “No, but don’t worry, Mr. Cake is great at it. He even left me some extra!” She whipped out a decorating bag full of the stuff.
Dash drooled. “Wow, Pinkie, I never saw so much in one single place!”
Pinkie giggled. “The advantages of being a baker. Come, help me with the spreading.”
Rainbow Dash obliged. Thanks to their previous work, handling the pie was easy. She held it in place while Pinkie squeezed, and the thick, creamy substance spread all over. Rainbow drooled at the prospect of having that inside her later. A thick dollop overflowed, and she eagerly scooped it up.
“Pinkie, this is delicious!”
“I know! I’ve tried many others, but Mr. Cake’s is still the best. I bet that is why he got married in the first place.” She finished squeezing the bag, rubbing her belly. “Whew, so full! Quick, help me seal it up.”
“Wow, Pinkie, I didn’t think all that would fit!”
“Yeah, I rarely put so much, but you deserve it. Just leave it in the oven for a while, the best is yet to come.”
Rainbow grinned. “Oh yeah, I can’t wait to eat it up!”
Rainbow shoveled he muzzle deep into the pie. It was perfectly moist, and she happily lapped up all the cream. Sure, eating that way was messy, but Pinkie seemed to enjoy.
“No hurry Dashie, there is plenty to go.”
“I know, but I can’t stop!" Rainbow rubbed her chin. “Say, got some extra? I wanna try doing it myself.”
Pinkie shook her head. “Sorry, we’re all over. But you can come by any time, me and Mr. Cake can help you! It’s best fresh after all.”
Rainbow blushed. “Thanks, Pinkie. Making this pie was the best.”
She giggled. “Not really. You know what is really the best?”
“What?”
“That you came to me and forgot about your problems! That is what cooking is all about.”
Rainbow laughed, feeling lucky for having friends willing to do such things.
“Bad? It was a disaster, they all laughed at me!"
"Well, you can try again–"
"No! I can’t do anything right.”
Right then, inspiration hit Pinkie.
“Let’s cook!”
“Huh?”
“In my kitchen. Help me with a pie.”
Rainbow Dash eyed her skeptically, “But Pinkie, I never baked before!”
Pinkie giggled softly, guiding her in by the neck. “Don’t worry, I will teach you everything.”
Sugarcube corner was quiet, all Cakes away for the day. Pinkie and Rainbow had free reign of the kitchen. “First, the preparations. Grab that sack over by the corner, please.”
Dash gawked. “But it is huge! Should I start with such a large one?”
Pinkie waved her off. “No worries, we don’t need to use the whole thing. It is your first time after all…”
Rainbow blushed. "Not really. I tried it before, but it was a disaster. The burning…” She shivered.
“Don’t worry, it won’t happen again. I am here to teach you.”
The two set aside all the ingredients on the counter, leaving the table free for their use.
“’kay, all looks good. First, we want to mix everything together. Here, come closer.”
Dash obeyed, feeling Pinkie’s flank touching hers.
“The secret is in the movements.” She moved gently, in circular, careful motions. “It won't react for a while, but be patient–” she pressed strongly, stretching her whole body to do so "–and it becomes firm. Show me your technique, I will watch.”
Rainbow’s inexperienced hooves fumbled at the task. Standing so close to Pinkie made the movements awkward, and she couldn’t find an appropriate angle. However, under her friend’s gaze, she got a sense of confidence, and soon was doing it well enough for Pinkie to join her.
Both mares went hard at it, mixing and stirring with different, yet equally efficient methods. She is a natural! Pinkie thought, hard at work on her side of things. They sprinkled some water and kept at it until it was ready, moist and firm to the touch.
“It’s ready!” Pinkie said.
Having lost notion of time, Dash felt tired and sweaty, yet satisfied. “Never though this would be such a work-out!”
“Of course, bakers have to keep busy. But that is just step one, we still need to do the filling. How do you feel about cream?”
“A cream pie? Can you actually do that?”
Pinkie dismissed her with a hoof. “No, but don’t worry, Mr. Cake is great at it. He even left me some extra!” She whipped out a decorating bag full of the stuff.
Dash drooled. “Wow, Pinkie, I never saw so much in one single place!”
Pinkie giggled. “The advantages of being a baker. Come, help me with the spreading.”
Rainbow Dash obliged. Thanks to their previous work, handling the pie was easy. She held it in place while Pinkie squeezed, and the thick, creamy substance spread all over. Rainbow drooled at the prospect of having that inside her later. A thick dollop overflowed, and she eagerly scooped it up.
“Pinkie, this is delicious!”
“I know! I’ve tried many others, but Mr. Cake’s is still the best. I bet that is why he got married in the first place.” She finished squeezing the bag, rubbing her belly. “Whew, so full! Quick, help me seal it up.”
“Wow, Pinkie, I didn’t think all that would fit!”
“Yeah, I rarely put so much, but you deserve it. Just leave it in the oven for a while, the best is yet to come.”
Rainbow grinned. “Oh yeah, I can’t wait to eat it up!”
Rainbow shoveled he muzzle deep into the pie. It was perfectly moist, and she happily lapped up all the cream. Sure, eating that way was messy, but Pinkie seemed to enjoy.
“No hurry Dashie, there is plenty to go.”
“I know, but I can’t stop!" Rainbow rubbed her chin. “Say, got some extra? I wanna try doing it myself.”
Pinkie shook her head. “Sorry, we’re all over. But you can come by any time, me and Mr. Cake can help you! It’s best fresh after all.”
Rainbow blushed. “Thanks, Pinkie. Making this pie was the best.”
She giggled. “Not really. You know what is really the best?”
“What?”
“That you came to me and forgot about your problems! That is what cooking is all about.”
Rainbow laughed, feeling lucky for having friends willing to do such things.