"Wow! That party was great, Pinkie Pie!"

Six ponies stepped out of the Sugar Cube Corner, giggling and seemingly overall joyous. They all turned to face one who lingered behind, the pink pony's eyes wide and grin even greater. "Oh thank you thank you thank-a-thank you so much girls! It was superduperriffic that I got to throw you all this wonderfulmazing party to show you all just how much I cared for all my friends!"

Twilight's brain throbbed at the multiple words that did not truly exist save for in the dictionary of Pinkie Pie. Still, she loved her friend too much to point that out. "We all had a lot of fun, Pinkie! It was really nice of you to throw us this party, though I still don't know the occasion."

Pinkie merely hoof waved. "Oh Twilight, don't be silly! Every day is an occasion! I've got some of the best friends in the world, I've got my health, I've got the bestest home a pony could ask for, and I can see beyond the veil of the fourth wall! What's not to celebrate?"

"Wait... what's this about a veil?"

Pinkie Giggled and hoof waved. "Oh Twilight, you silly pony, you wouldn't understand it if I explained it to you! Its super duper complicated Pinkie Pie stuff!" This visibly ruffled Twilight's feathers, the pony's eyes widening and her mouth working silent words as she tried to think of how her hyperactive friend could think she, of all ponies, couldn't comprehend something. Before she could say anything, she was cut off.

"Well, Pinks, it's been fun, but I've gotta get goin'. Got weather duty tomorrow, supposed to bring in some rain, and, just so everypony knows, it's going to be a doozy." Rainbow gave a salute and, without any further formalities, zipped into the night sky towards her cloud home.

Twilight was about to resume complaining when Applejack stepped up. "Ah gotta wander too. Ah kinda left in a hurry, what with yer lil' last-minute soiree, an' Ah'm pretty sure Granny n' Big Mac are prolly sore since tonight was mah turn t' cook dinner. Ah'll see y'all when Ah see ya!" With that, Applejack turned and, in a brisk trot, made her way home.

Once more, Twilight opened her mouth to speak, before Rarity raised her hoof. "Oh, it was a lovely night as always dear! I do hope you'll invite me to your next bash?" Pinkie responded with an enthusiastic nod of her head. "Splendid! Well, I'll be seeing you later then!" With that, Rarity too continued on her way home.

A deadpan look on her face, Twilight just lifted her hoof, making no attempt to speak. "Oh, uhm, I guess I should be going too, then. I've got nothing really urgent to do, I just don't want to spend much longer in the dark than I need to..." Fluttershy began her own trek home, soon disappearing over the horizon.

Pinkie turned to Twilight and smiled. "Oh, did you have something to say, Twilight?"

Twilight smiled and held up a hoof, opened her mouth.

She forgot what she was going to say.

She sighed and lowered her head in defeat. "No. I'll just be on my way." Finally, the unicorn began her own journey back towards her library. Pinkie waved at her, a smile plastered on her face. Once Twilight faded from view, though, her smile shifted into a tired frown.

Despite what ponies thought of Pinkie, she was not the endless pyre of energy ponies thought she was; sure, she was often very hyper, but that energy had to go somewhere, and by the end of the day (especially a party day) she was tired and ready to call it a night, her body sore and aching from the fact she had truly been tired for a bit now, but kept going so as not to disappoint her friends or make them feel unwelcome.

The pooped premier pink party pony of Ponyville shut the door behind her as she stepped back in and surveyed the damage. There were a few dirty plates here and there, a third of leftover cake, a half-eaten bowl of chips, an untouched bowl of punch (which Gummy was currently swimming in), and various wrappers and confetti. Pinkie Pie gave a somewhat irritated sigh; she just didn't have it in her to clean the mess right now. She trotted to a desk and pulled out a notepad, yanking off a piece of paper and writing on it.

Dear Mr. and Mrs. Cake,

Will clean in morning before store opens. Sorry for the mess.

- Pinkie Pie

Pinkie set the notepad on the table and trotted towards the punch bowl, withdrawing Gummy from it. He gave a swift bite to her forelimb and she gave out a yelp. Looking down, she noticed little tooth marks and sighed. "Gummy, its way too soon to be regrowing your teeth! I gotta de-tooth you again!?" She sighed and, holding the small alligator outward, trotted upstairs.

Starting the bathwater was easy. Warming it up was easy. Scrubbing Gummy to make sure he didn't get sticky from swimming in punch while his teeth were growing back in? That was easy too. But Pinkie Pie was tired. She wanted to go to sleep. She gently put the small gator in the water and began to scrub, occupying his need to bite with a chew toy so he wouldn't gnaw on her limbs while she did her work.

"Ugh, why do you have to swim in the f**king punch? I've told you once, I've told you a million f**king times. It's not bad enough I have to clean this sh** up, you gotta go take a f**king dive in a f**king bowl of f**king punch." Pinkie looked at Gummy, who simply blinked up at her with his uneven stare. She sighed and smiled.

"But mommy still loves you sweety, don't you worry!"

Gummy gave her foreleg a bite.

"FU-"

Setting gummy in his bed, Pinkie grumbled and trudged towards hers, pulling her blankets over her.

"F**king friends, come to my f**king party and don't offer a f**king hoof to clean the f**king mess they make. 'Oh! It's okay! Let Pinkie do it! She threw the party! It's not our problem!' Well, I maybe throwing the f**king party, but it doesn't mean one of those bitches can't f**king offer a little help... and why does my ass feel funny!?" Pinkie lifted her blanket and looked upon her posterior, which had cake smudged on it. She let out a groan. "UN-F**KING BELIEVABLE! NOPONY BOTHERED TO TELL ME I HAD CAKE ON MY F**KING BUTT!?"

Pinkie threw her blankets to the side and checked around. Fortunately, it didn't seem any of the confection had found its way onto her sheets. Still, she'd clean it tomorrow just in case. She made her way from her loft into the main building, heading toward the bathroom and turned the water on for the second time, this time running the shower instead of the bath. Stepping in, she leaned her head back to let some of the droplets rain on her face. Nothing like a nice shower to calm the nerves. She didn't bother asking herself when she managed to get cake on her bum - chances were, it was a prank, or she sat in it, or something, and had just failed to notice it.

After she finished her shower and dried herself off, Pinkie sighed and looked to the door leading to the loft. Her goal, so close she could feel it calling to her. She took two steps forward...

When she heard the sound of two foals crying from just down the hall.

"... Oh for f**k's sake..."

Pinkie was just finishing up feeding Pound and Pumpkin Cake. The two infants had enjoyed some of the party until they were too sleepy to play with Pinkie and her friends, and she made sure to check on them throughout, never once hearing a peep. It was understandable that when they finally did wake up, they would be hungry in full force.

Didn't make it any less annoying, surprisingly.

Pinkie wen about setting the two foals in their cribs and ready for sleep. "There, we all fed? All good?" Pinkie only watched as both foals lay down and yawned, closing their eyes. She couldn't deny that, as much hassle as they were, the foals were much too sweet to stay mad at. She stared at them a bit, admiring them; sometimes, even when she was frustrated, it helped her to look at the twins, to remind her that the world was beautiful, and that sometimes, a pony had to simply enjoy the small things. Pinkie turned and slowly made her way to the door, ready to let the foals sleep.

When she heard what sounded like squishing noises.

Then heard crying.

Then smelled a horrible, awful smell.

"Oh for the love of f**king Celestia riding a big, throbbing horse di-"

Celestia yawned and lay in her bed, snuggling up with the covers as she did. Normally, she'd have been long asleep by now, but she had decided to get up for a little midnight snack. She closed her eyes and readied her journey into the realm of dreams.

Just then, she felt a strange, unexplainable shudder run through her body.

"... Hm... that... was strange..." said Celestia as she shook her head. "... I feel as if somepony just made a lewd and unflattering gesture towards me..."

She sat and pondered this for all of five seconds before shrugging and returning to her gentle cross into a good night's sleep.

"What the f**king... how do two little foals poop this f**king much at the same f**king time?"

Pinkie was just finishing up throwing away the diapers. She made sure to clean the foals off (keeping a safe distance of course) and put some baby powder on them to assure they were nice and comfortable. Finally, she went about putting on new diapers, and picked the two foals up, placing them back in their cribs.

"NOW! We fed? Got anymore bodily functions you need to do?"

The two foals' only response was the gentle breaths that came with their slumber. Pinkie stared for several seconds, as if expecting something to happen. When she was finally certain nothing was left but sleep, she slowly crept out of the room, and just as gently made her way towards her loft.

Exhausted and more than just a little frustrated, Pinkie once more climbed into her bed, pulling her blankets over herself and cuddling them, certain she was to finally get the good night's sleep she so desperately wanted. The pink pony let out a content sigh, smiling some, certain that her long awaited prize was finally within hoof's reach.

Just then, she heard noises downstairs, the faint sound of a door opening and closing. Then, the faint sound of hoof steps. There was a bit of silence after that. The Cakes must have come home from their stroll; oftentimes, they would leave Pinkie and her friends alone for their parties, though she figured that was more an excuse to get out than anything else. Soon, however, she could hear their voices echoing through the vents.

"Are you sure, sweety? What if we wake Pinkie up?" said one voice she would recognize as Mr. Cake.

"Hehe, c'mon muffin bunch... she's asleep. You saw that mess, she'll probably be out all night! We checked on the twins, they're sound asleep... let's take advantage of the situation..." said a voice Pinkie knew to be Mrs. Cake. Pinkie Pie didn't say a word, hoping, no, praying that they were just going to go back outside for an evening stroll, or go downstairs to sneak a bite from their store.

"Alright... hehe, I guess it has been a while...."

There was a gentle creek, and then some shuffling sounds. It seemed to fall quiet for a while.

"Mmh... should I put on a-"

"No, no, I took the pill, plus I'm nowhere near.. you know... 'that time.' I think we're safe..."

"Are you sure honey buns?"

"Hehe... yes... mm... now... just... right... ah!"

Pinkie groaned and wrapped her pillow around her head. For the next several minutes, the chorus of bedsprings and soft moans would echo through the vents. She had to confess, Mr. Cake had a lot of stamina for such a skinny little stallion, though that didn't make it any less irritating to put up with when she had the misfortune to be awake when the two had their 'alone time.' She made a mental not to remind them later that their vents are connected.

"Ah... almost... almost....."

"Aha! Ahhh.... mmmm...."

"I love you, honey....."

Pinkie grumbled to herself.

"... how does a pony get genes from an uncle twice removed... what a load of bullsh**..."

Finally, things fell quiet. Pinkie was almost suspicious of this and pondered what could be next. What hadn't she done? She had to clean up that mess, but it could wait until tomorrow. She cleaned Gummy, fed and cleaned the twins, and the Cakes had their little romp. What else had to happen?

Finally content that nothing else could obscure her long awaited sleep, Pinkie smiled triumphantly and nuzzled against her pillow and pulled her sheets over herself, yawning.

She turned over a bit, trying to bask in the comforting fuzziness of the blanket over her body.

And turned again.

And pushed the covers down some, exposing a little of her chest to the air.

Then grabbed a pillow and cuddled with it.

Her eyes shot open.

"... Oh for f**k's sake... I can't sleep..."