Party Pony Therapy (MLP)

>You were sitting in an alleyway, chin resting on your knees.
>Tears were welling up in your eyes, tears of both anger and sorrow.
>"Nonny?"
>The familiar voice of one particular party pony caught your ear, but you didn't move from your spot.
>"Nonnykins, are...are you crying?" Pinkie asked, drawing nearer to you.
>You sniffled, not answering her directly.
>"Why are you crying, Nonny...?"
>You didn't answer for a couple seconds.
"Because, Pinks, I just had my phone destroyed by some stallion." You finally ground out, voice gravelly from your tears.
>"Your...phone?" The earth pony asked, tilting her head to the side. "You mean that little black rectangle thing?"
>You nodded, sniffling as you did so.
"I've been here for how long, Pinkie?" You asked.
>"Oh, oh! I know this! Three years, nine months, two weeks, and six days!"
>She smiled brightly.
>"That means there's only two months, one week, and one day until your next anniversary party!"
"Yeah. All this time, I've been keeping myself reminded of my family with my phone."
>You sighed as you leaned against the alley walls.
"Voice messages, text messages, pictures..."
>You gestured to the melted hunk of plastic sitting on the ground next to you, screen cracked in several different places.
>The back of the phone had been completely obliterated, parts of the motherboard missing entirely.
"Gone."
>"Oh no...Nonny..."
>Hooves went around your neck, drawing you in for a Pinkie Pie hug.
>This one was more tender than the ones that she would ordinarily give for no particular reason.
>The dam broke.
"I-I miss them so damn much..."
>"Shh...it's okay, Nonny..."
"I m-made him hurt, Pinkie..."
>The party pony was silent. Not a gasp, not a reprimand. Just listening.
"I didn't kill him, but...I just saw red and couldn't stop myself. Twice, across his jaw."
>Pinkie merely stroked your back from her spot, letting her suddenly flat mane drift into your face.
>Smelled like bubblegum, appropriately enough.
>"I...can't say I like what you did, but I can't blame you."
>There was a pause, and she put her forehead to yours.
>Not intimately, but caring nonetheless.
>"Nonny, if you...ever need somepony to talk to...about anything..."
>You heard her chuckle a bit.
>"Auntie Pie is willing to listen."
>You chuckled a bit in response, sniffling.
"Pinkie, I'm four years older than you."
>"Details, details. I've never been good with them!"
>She let go of you, taking a step or two back.
>Her mane had puffed back up, every bit as bouncy as it had been before.
>"I think I see a human that needs some ice cream." Pinkie said with a small smile.
"Pinkie, that's not going to fix this..."
>"Didn't say it would! I just know that I feel better after having a bowl of triple-fudge brownie ice cream with whipped cream and sprinkles!" The party pony said with a widening grin.
>You grabbed the shattered remains of your phone and stood.
>"Oh, I know! Maybe Twilight can fix your phone!" Pinkie added as she guided you out of the alley.
"Maybe..."
>Twilight was the one responsible for charging the phone when it needed it, after all.
>Though, even if she could, the data was likely gone. The damage was done.
>Still, there was a bit of hope.
>You let the pink pony lead you out towards Sugarcube Corner, Pinkie bouncing along just ahead of you.
"Pinkie..."
>"Yeah, Nonny?"
"...thank you."
>Pinkie made a snorting noise.
>"You don't have to thank Auntie Pie! It was her pleasure!"
>That got a laugh out of you, strained as it was.
>Hearing you laugh must have been what she was looking for, as Pinkie's own smile grew a bit brighter when she heard it.
>She lead you inside Sugarcube Corner, the door shutting behind you.
>That ice cream was the best you had in a long while.