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Pinkie was wearing a coconut bra to class today.

Oh, also, she had at some point grown herself a unicorn horn and a pair of wings. But, seriously, coconut bra.

She wasn't even wearing a grass skirt with it or anything. Just the bra.

Sorry, kids.

"Hi everypony! Hope you're ready for another rip-roaring baking class with your bestest teacher pal Princess Pinkie Pie!"

Oh, yeah, she was a princess, now. She can actually, literally shoot glitter at you from that horn. You have been warned.

"Unfortunately, your other bestest teacher pal Derek can't be here today. Werewolf emergency. I blame Puppy Joe. But that doesn't mean we can't have fun!" That little squirt of glitter from her horn might've been involuntary. Maybe. She cranked up a record on her quaintly old-timey gramophone and started dancing along. "Today, we're making Key Lime Pie! Just 'cause it's all cold and snowy out --" seriously, if the human world just had pegasi, winter wouldn't have any trouble getting wrapped up "-- doesn't mean we can't have some warm happy islandy fun!"

Or have a lime fight. Pinkie would accept a lime fight, as well.

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Coconut. Bra.

There are recipes. There are no actual coconuts involved.

Coconut bra?

Rilla Blythe

Rilla was just going to be waaaaaaaaaaaaaay over here and not trying to stare at the wings and horn. Maybe that was totally normal for talking pink ponies, right?

Right?!

Mavis Dracula

"Are those... tarantula heads?" Mavis had less familiarity with coconuts than someone whose parents had met in Hawaii should, but in her defense, shut up in a castle for a hundred and seventeen years.

Pinkie gasped. "Where?!" She spun in a circle, then crouched down, horn aimed and ready to . . . shoot glitter at spiders?

With Pinkie, you really just couldn't tell.

"On your...uh..."

Um.

Pony.

Also, her father's daughter.

"Uh."

Mavis eventually gave up and just mimed... slightly bigger breasts than she actually had.

Pinkie blinked, confused.

". . . cupcakes?"

It was possible she would have come to that conclusion no matter what hand gesture Mavis had gone with.

Um.

"Sure, let's go with that!"

"I guess I could share them with tarantulas."

This wasn't going to be a very effective conversation.

"Share?"

Oh. Oh, they weren't dead tarantulas, they were just riding around on her ... cupcakes.

Mavis tried not to judge when it came to interspecies romance. How would half the monsters in the world have happened without it?

Still, awkward. "That's um. Generous of you?"

"Oh, I always try to be generous. My friend Rarity taught me that."

"Is Rarity a spider?" Mavis eyed the tarantulas. On the ... cupcakes. And wondered if she was being rude. As you do. "Oh, is one of those her? Hi, I'm Mavis." She waved.

At the coconut bra.

Pinkie attempted to look for who Mavis was waving to between her legs. "Rarity is a pony, like me. She's back in Equestria."

Isabelle Lightwood

"Oh. Then..." Mavis. Mavis no. Give up while you're ahead.

"I find it hard to believe there are any ponies like you anywhere, ma'am."

Pinkie giggled. "Well, not exactly like me. It'd be pretty weird if everypony was totally the same all the time."

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