The crunching and scattering sounds of the rocks beneath your feet are the only things you hear as you walk towards Pinkies, with bag in tow. Reaching the door, you check the bag and give it a quick once over.
“Streamers, party hats, confetti, and some of those little party favors that pop really loud. That’s everything.” You say to yourself before knocking on the door, you can already hear the music blasting as the door opens and Pinkie greets you with an ear to ear grin.
“Anon! You brought everything from the party store?”
“Got it all right here.” You say holding up the bag,
Coming in, you look around and see nobody at all; just some assorted party decorations and cupcakes everywhere.
“Why do you have music blaring when nobody’s around?” You ask looking at her
“Wellll duhhh, I want to make sure everything’s working.”
Despite Pinkie being well…Pinkie, she always did have a hidden wealth of insight and knowledge underneath that airhead personality. You couldn’t tell if she was a smart mare playing dumb, or a dumb mare with strokes of genius.
“So where should we start?”
“Let’s start with the streamers.”
“Ok.” You say pulling them out, Pinkie grabs a roll and runs up to a chair, as she starts on her side of the room, you get the other.
After the streamers are set, Pinkie trots over to the bag and takes out several bags of confetti.
“All right, now arrange the party hats on the table, while I load the confetti cannon.” She says trotting happily away.
Rummaging through the bag, you take out the hats and see the party favors, grabbing one; you place the hats down and sneak up on Pinkie. You see her inspecting the cannon and tilting it up to get a look at the bottom, as you creep up on her, you pull the cord and the little thing blasts apart. The loud noise startles Pinkie and she drops the cannon on the floor, accidentally discharging, it fires its contents at point blank range, and a concentrated blast of confetti sends you flying back and into the wall. You grab your chest and groan out in pain. When Pinkie realizes what happens, her first reaction is to start laughing and pointing at you.
“Good one Anon! You really got me that time.”
She trots up to you and moves your hands to get a better look at where the cannon hit you. Picking up your shirt for her, she can see a bright red splotch across your chest.
“Ewww….you’ll be fine.” She smiles as you put back down the shirt,
Getting back up, you dust off and can feel the soreness pulsing through your chest.
“Well, let’s clean up before the others get here.”
The party for the little filly of some mare went by pretty well; there was dancing, singing, and snacks galore, all in all, a perfect Pinkie party. She has a pretty sweet setup, the cakes make money, she gets to host parties for all the little fillies and colt’s, and you get to enjoy the after party with Pinkie. Sitting on the couch, you watch Pinkie collecting the last soda can and throwing it in one of the many trash bags by the door. She tiredly walks up to the couch and throws herself on it, this is the best time to be with Pinkie, she’s partied out, calm, and always in a snuggling mood. You pick her up and place her on your lap, you slowly stroke her mane as she contently sighs and rubs her snout on your stomach.
“That feels nice.” She whispers as you start to run another hand down her flank, she picks up her head and looks at you with a little smile. Leaning in, she nuzzles you and gently kisses you on the cheek, holding her face, you go for her mouth. Rubbing her back, things get a little heated as you feel each others breath quicken. You lay her on her back and position yourself on top of her; she places her hooves on your chest and gently pushes you away.
“Anon., you know we can’t do that.” She smiles as she gives you a kiss; with a chuckle you bury your face on her chest.
“Can’t blame a guy for trying.” You say resting on top of her
“Umm Anon.”
“Yeah?”
“You’re kinda heavy.” She laughs nervously, flipping your positions; you rest on the couch with Pinkie on top of you. Rubbing her sides, she nuzzles you again before resting herself on you. Though your chest is bruised as fuck, and it really hurts to have her on you, her soft warm body and gentle breathing outweigh any pain you’re feeling. As she drifts off into sleep, you resume stroking her mane. Taking a big breath, you exhale and get comfy, she doesn’t know it yet, but you’re planning on asking for her hand…er hoof in marriage. After a nice loud yawn, you rest your eyes and sleep.
Waking up on the couch, you see a sleeping Pinkie resting on you. Stroking her mane, she gently groans and stretches out before opening her eyes.
“Morning Anon.” She yawns “You want some breakfast?”
“Sure.” You say as she dismounts and trots over to the kitchen, as she disappears turning out of sight, you see Mr. Cake come out from where she just went. He’s smiling at her as he says something before walking over to where you’re sitting.
“Good morning Mr. Anonymous”
“Anons fine.” You reply popping your back,
“Oh, well Anon.” He says sitting next to you “How’ve you been doing?”
“Good, good, just ya know, working and talking to Pinkie.”
“Ya she’s a real special girl.” He says smiling at you “You two ever gonna make it official?”
You look to see if Pinkies around, before saying anything. When you first really started to get serious with her, you thought the Cakes were her parents, but you were half right. They treat her and care for her just like parents would, and have given you about the same. The Cakes have been really cool with you, and they accepted you into their family without any qualms like some other p0nies did. They even trusted you, a complete stranger and alien to look after their kids, that was the sweetest, dumbest thing you’ve ever seen. Still their kind and trusting nature really moved you.
“All right, I haven’t told anybody this, and you have to keep it a secret, got it?”
“My lips are sealed tighter than a can of cherries.” He says making a motion of sealing
“I’m planning on asking her to marry me soon, just gonna wait till I meet with her family, and then do it in front of them.”
“Anon! Pinkie would never do something like that in front of her parents!” He says in surprise before dawning a playful smile
“Tssk, no not that.” You smile, “That’s gonna be for the honeymoon.”
“Breakfast is ready Anon!” Pinkie shouts from the kitchen as you shift your gaze from Mr. Cake to down the hall. You see Pinkie pop her head out and smile at you with her big white grin. “Come and get it!” She says before pulling her head back, a second later she pops it back out again, “Oh and Mr. Cake, your breakfast is ready too!”
Looking at Mr. Cake, you smile and get up, “Let’s go.”
Walking into the kitchen, you and Mr. Cake head over to the table and have a seat across from each other. Pinkie trots over with a plate in her mouth and serves it to you before going to get you a glass of orange juice. After everyone is served and seated, you, Pinkie, the Cakes and their children happily dig in. Chewing on your eggs, Pinkie mimics the baby talk to Pound Cake as she maneuvers a spoonful of baby food around him.
“Here comes the chu chu train.” She sings “Oooooo” She says making ghost noises for some reason before gently sticking the food into his mouth. He happily cheers and garbles some baby language “Yummy, that’s right.” Pinkie says encouragingly as the Cakes look on with a warm and joyful expression.
Finishing up, you stand from your seat and take the dirty plates over to the sink, putting them down, Pinkie calls out to you.
“Anon I can take care of the dishes, you get to work on time today ok?”
“Thanks Pinkie.” You reply while washing your hands and face, grabbing a large napkin, you dry up and wave goodbye to everyone. “I’ll see you guys later.” You say walking out the room. Outside, you start the brisk walk to work, you can’t afford to be making bad impressions anymore, and that ring isn’t gonna buy itself.
Rushing to the center of town, you look around for your coworkers. Spotting one of them, you walk over besides him.
“Sup man.” He says to you
“Not much.” You sigh “Where’s the boss?”
“She aint here yet, you better get dressed before she gets here.”
“All right cool, see ya in a bit.”
Walking around, you spot the building you work at and walk past the p0ny in the front; he doesn’t bother to ask you for an ID for obvious reason. Inside, you pass a few of the stallions you work with and head towards the back. In the shower room, you go to your locker and open it up, taking out the dull dark blue uniform; you unravel it and set it aside. Taking off your clothing, and putting on the uniform, you fix the hat on and toss the old clothes into the locker.
“Another day, another dollar.” You say adjusting the uniform for maximum comfort, all set and ready, you walk out of the shower room, the back of your uniform is dull and faded, but the letters on it are still legible.
(Outhouse, Clean Home Inc.)
Outside of an outhouse, you and a brown stallion push the thing forward, after pushing it several feel away, you expose a giant gapping hole where it used to be. The stench pours out and the first to smell it is the stallion.
“Oh Celestia that’s rotten.” He says waving his hoof over his nose, “Cover it up!” He shouts looking back to you.
Grabbing a shovel, you start filling the hole with dirt you had piled up, the stallion pushed the outhouse off into another direction and starts to dig a new hole.
It took about 30 minutes, but after the hole was filled and flattened, you go over to assist the stallion in digging the new hole. When that was dug, it was time to move on to the next outhouse.
Opening the door to the final outhouse, you bring the bucket of ash and start pouring scoopfuls into it. Leaving the door open, you sit against a tree a few feet away with the stallion you were working with that day.
“Man, I’m tired of this shit.” You say
“The ones in the outhouse or the job?” He jokes
“Both.” You groan, as the stallion opens up his lunch box and offers you a can of soda and a sandwich, “Thanks.” You say taking it up and opening it, despite them being warm, the sugar is a much needed fix after today.
“So how are you and that mare doin?” The stallion asks biting into his sandwich
“All right.”
“Takin her out anywhere this weekend?”
“Not really.”
“What? Why? We make like 100 bits a week, what are ya spending it on?” He asks amazed
“Some shit broke down in my house, it’s been real expensive to fix.”
“Yeah I hear ya, those water pipes are wicked expensive, and not worth the hassle if ya ask me.”
“Hmpf, ya.” You say with a little chuckle, (“If only he knew.) Getting up, you look back at him “Thanks for the food man; I’m getting lunch next time.”
Walking back home, you look up at the sky, the sun is setting, and with it caps another day of back breaking work.
The train ride over to Canterlot was pleasant enough, leaving so early in the morning there was hardly a p0ny in sight. After getting off and walking down the street, you wait at the bus stop. After an hour or so, the bus rolls up and you board it for the downtown shopping district.
Nothing of particular interest occurred while on the bus. Aside from over hearing some gossip about who kissed who, from some mares in front of you, the whole trip just crawled by. Getting off at the stop, you know exactly which way to go; after all, you've been here dozen of time before. Strolling along, you reach a light pink building with solid black borders. The perfect glass windows, little white rose patterns, and catchy soft music set on infinite loop, comes together for a pleasing display. Going in, you're instantly hit with the soft smell of flowers. The old mare lady who owns the place made no attempt at hiding her love of the things. You see her at behind the counter reading a paper, walking up to her; she speaks without looking at you.
“Came here to finally get that ring?” She says flipping over to the next page, “You only owe 300 bits on it.”
“300?!” You groan “No, not today.” You say reaching into your pocket and pulling out a small bag of bits. “All I can pay off is 50 today.”
Tossing the bag of bits onto the counter, she folds her paper and tilts the bag open, spilling the bits all over the top, she carefully counts each bit to make sure the total is right.
“Well everything seems fine here.” She says collecting the bits back into the bag. “So how’s your marefriend? All is going well?”
“She’s fine, after taking this long to just get a ring; I’m surprised she hasn’t left me for a more committed stallion.” You chuckle
“Mares appreciate a stallion that treats them right, so long as you do that, ring or not, she’ll always stay by you.”
“Yeah I guess that’s true. Well I better get going; I’ll see ya next week.”
“So long Anonymous.” She smiles before returning to her paper.
Work was as….invigorating as it’s always been, finishing up your shift, you punch out, get dressed, and begin the long walk back home. Dragging along, you start looking up at the amber sky. Taking a moment to appreciate the peaceful evening, you inhale the cool air. As you exhale, you hear Pinkie call out to you.
“Anon!” She cheers as you look over and see her trotting towards you.
When she’s by you, she jumps up on her hind legs and give you a “human hug” as she likes to call them.
“Pinkie I smell awful.”
Wrapping her hooves around you, she draws you in before returning to her normal stance and continuing where she left off.
“Guess where I’ve been!” She sings leaning towards you completely ignoring what you had said.
“…….”
“C’mon Anon, guess!” She says poking you with a hoof
“I don’t know, at the Cakes?”
She gasps hearing you say that “I was just there! How did you know?”
“You live there.”
“Well, you’re right, but that wasn’t the place I was thinking about, c’mon one more guess.”
“Pinkie, I’m tired, I really wanna go home.” You mumble tiredly as she blows a raspberry.
“You’re no fun.”
“You can tell me all about it at my place.” You say continuing to drag your feet.
At home, Pinkie sits on the couch, while you pour yourself a glass of a sweet malt beverage and lemonade for her. Walking up, you place the drink on the counter and sit next to her. She takes it into her hooves and gulps it down before sighing in satisfaction, she goes to wipe off the residue from her mouth, but you grab hold of her hoof. When she looks up, you lean in and kiss her, pulling away, you taste the remnants of her sweet drink. She fixes her mane in that little tell that she’s embarrassed, and smiles.
“So where DID you go.” You ask consuming your drink
“I was visiting my parents today silly.” She says perking up “It was so nice to see my family again, but I can’t stand that rock farm” She chuckles
“How have your parents been?”
“Good. Dad keeps pushing for me to come back and work at farm, while mom has made a little side business of building furniture to sell.”
“Why does he want you back home?”
“Because he super duper misses me but can’t admit it.” She says jumping up and bouncing off the couch, the damn mare could never stay still for long “C’mon Anon, lets go for a walk, the night is beautiful.” She says looking out the window
“Pinkie, I wasn’t kidding, I’m tired and I smell, if you want to spend the night here, fine, but right now I need a shower and some sleep.” You say getting up and removing your shirt.
“Ok, I’ll just wait here.” She says bouncing in place as you walk down the hall to the shower.
After scrubbing and lathering the smell away, you dry up, brush your teeth, and walk out with the towel around your neck. Going into the dark bedroom, you see Pinkie bouncing in place by the bed, barely visible in the faint moonlight coming from the window. Having known her for so long and spending so much time together, these little odd quirks and habits tend to just get filtered out. Walking past her, you pull open a dresser and take out the clothing you use to sleep in. Gray sweat pants, and a black long-sleeved shirt, putting it on, you crawl into bed and drape the blanket over you. Looking at Pinkie, she continues to bounce in place by the foot of the bed.
“Are you gonna sleep here or not?” You ask flapping open the blanket to let her in
“Sure! But first, I need to brush.” She says while bouncing out the room, you hear her open the door, turn on the light, start scrubbing furiously, and finally the sound of a jackhammer. All is quiet looking out the door into the hallway when you see the light from the bathroom suddenly turn off. The sudden quick hoof steps make their way towards you as Pinkie come rushing into the bedroom and jumps right onto the bed. Her violent entry pushes the bed back into the wall, and sends you off the edge onto the floor.
“Whoopsie.” She grins sheepishly picking you up and placing you on the bed next to her, using her hoof; she gently brushes the dirt and rocks off you before snuggling onto your chest. Fixing the blanket, you scratch her lower neck and back as she makes little noises of satisfaction.
“Say Pinkie.”
“Hmm?” She mumbles without opening her eyes and simply enjoying the feeling.
“Do you think I could meet your parents?” You ask as she moves to face you, in the faint moonlight she looks almost serious at you before grinning widely and gasping,
“I was JUST gonna ask you that! What am I thinking now? Huh? huh?” She asks getting close to you and touching her forehead against yours.
“I have no idea.” You laugh as she goes back to resting on you.
“Aww, I thought you were psychic.” She says in a pouting, disappointed, manner. “But yeah totally, we can go over next weekend if you want?”
“No.” You say suddenly “It would have to be the following weekend…I have something to do on that weekend.”
“Okie dokie.” She says casually “We can *yawn* do that.” She says tiredly “But right now, a nap sounds good.”
Stroking her mane, she slowly drifts into sleep; it’s amazing she was able to do that, considering your heart is going a mile a minute. All that was left on the ring was one payment, and after that, you can make your proposal. Sure there is still the matter of the wedding, but you’ll cross that bridge when you get to it. After a few breathing exercises, you calm down and let out a powerful yawn. In just a couple of weeks, it’ll be official.
On that familiar train, going to that familiar city, to that familiar shop, you pass the doors and look at the counter. That same mare is reading and waiting for you, as you walk in, she sets the paper down and leans on the counter.
“So today’s the day huh?” She asks
“Yes.” You say taking out the bag of bits and placing them on the counter, she grabs the bag and tosses it under the counter.
“I know you’re good for it.” She smiles as she gets up and opens the display case.
Taking out a light yellow band, she gently places it on the counter and lets you grab hold of it. After coming and going for so long, the day has finally arrived. You hold up the band against the light and marvel at how beautiful it looks, this was a labor of love, and it’s finally time to show Pinkie how much she means to you.
“So you want that gift wrapped lover colt?” She asks
“Just put it in a nice discreet little black box.”
“Sure thing.” She smiles as she reaches under the counter and bring up a decent sized black box, kinda like the ones used for weddings rings, but on steroids. You grab the box and open it up, there is a little indentation for the band so you fit it right in.
“I’m going to miss seeing you around, it was nice to have a “regular” not many p0nies buy wedding rings every other week. She laughs
“Well, when money frees up, I’ll come visit to tell you how it went, I’ll even bring my new wife.” You smile
“I’d like that, now stop wasting time and go get her.”
“Anon hurry up!” Pinkie says banging on the bathroom door, “Hurry, hurry, HURRY!” She shouts while clenching everything she can, as you open the door, she blasts past you and slams the door.
“I told you not to be making bullshit food!” You say while you give the door a little slap, “Hurry it up, we still need to load everything and head over to your patents.” she doesn’t bother to reply, and the only sounds you do hear are well… Walking away, you go down the hall and into the kitchen. You begin putting away all the ingredients Pinkie had out for cooking her special “Triple chocolate, double peanut butter, fudge nut, cherry pancake brownies, with a light coating of powdered sugar.” Placing the dirty dishes in the sink, and tossing back the remainder of the sweets, you glance at the bag of chocolate chips. “Sugar Free Choco-Lax” “Extra Strength”
“Ahhh Pinkie.” You sigh before going back the bathroom, knocking at the door; you shake the bag of chocolate chips. “Pinke! You got fucking laxative chocolate!”
”Ooooh, that explains weird taste.”
”What did you do?”
”Well, I was mixing all the ingredients, and I decided to snack on some of the chips, it tasted weird so I tasted it again, and it still kept tasting weird, so I was like “hmm that’s odd, maybe I need to try again.” So after about 3 more tastes, I checked the expiration date and saw it was all right. So I… kinda kept snacking on them.”
You shake your head in frustration as the door opens slightly and Pinkie pokes her head out,
“Umm Anon, can I have some toilet paper?”
Walking down the beaten path over to the rock farm, Pinkie tiredly trudges along; she spent the better part of 2 hour in the bathroom shitting up a storm. After half an hour and nothing, she deemed it safe to go over. Pinkie stops you clearly hear her stomach gurgle out, she starts looking around and rushes over to the first large bush she can find. Sure enough you hear the sounds of diarrhea, you slump over by a tree and wait for Pinkie to finish. About 7 minutes later, she walks out defeated looking and panting,
“I’ll never eat chocolate chips again.” She groans
“We can always just go back and come later.” You say getting up,
“No, I..I can do this. We’re almost there anyway.”
15 minutes later, you reach the rock farm and Pinkie looks relived to be at the place, her stomach gurgles out again and she rushes to the house, before reaching the front door, she turns right and runs into an outhouse, slamming the door behind her. You walk to the house, and wait by the steps. While you wait, you hear the door open behind you and a gun cock.
“Who goes there?” A deep voice calls out to you, “Put your hooves where I can see them.” He commands as you slowly raise your hands into the air,
“My names Anonymous, I’m Pinkie’s boyfriend.”
“Pinkie? Boyfriend?” He asks confused “I don’t know any Pinkies around here mister; and you better start making some sense.” He says pushing the barrel against your head, the door from the outhouse opens and Pinkie comes out with an exasperated gasp.
“Oh Celestia, what more is there left to push out.” She groans before looking over at you,
She rushes over and tackles her father
“Daddy!” She yells as she knocks over her father, in doing so, the gun goes off and shoots confetti and streamers out of it in a loud bang.
Getting up as fast as possible, you turn to see Pinkie hugging her father. He shows no signs of happiness or anger, just an indifferent expression as he gets up and gently pushes her away.
“Pinkamena, what is the meaning of this?” He asks as she walks over to you
“Dad, this is my coltfriend, Anon.” She says as he looks you over
“When did you change your name to Pinkie?” He says walking over to you and shaking your hand with his hoof
“Oh dad, it’s just a nickname my friends call me.” She laughs dismissively
“Pleasure meeting you Anon, sorry for the misunderstanding, we get rock thieves around these parts, and I need to protect my crops.”
Looking around at all the rocks laying around, it looks like the place just went to hell, but he WANTED his field to look like this.
(“Who the hell would want to steal this shit?”) You think as her father turns around, walking up the door, an older mare comes out to meet him.
“I heard a shot husband, did you catch somep0ny stealing?”
“No wife, but Pinkamena and her coltfriend are here for supper. Get the rooms ready for them as well.”
The older mare nods and heads back inside while her father opens the door.
“Well come inside, no sense in staying out here.” He says
Inside, the whole house from the floor to the scent has a neutral and unimpressive feel. The walls are a flat shade of grey, the curtains are an even falter shade of grey, and sure enough, there is not a single photo hanging off the wall. Aside from ONE family photo taken a very long time ago, as Pinkie is just a filly, and a few little knickknacks the whole place reminds you more of a morgue than a house with a family in it.
“Supper will be ready in an hour, you two can pass the time by working the north field,
Laughing out loud, you point at him “Ah ya got me.”
He narrows his eyes and lets out a low growl, “Pinkamena, you best get him squared away with some buckets and a lesson on how to harvest the rocks.” He says firmly before leaving the room. Pinkie slowly sneaks over to you and whispers in your ear
“My dad doesn’t joke around like I do, you best only talk when he talks to you.”
“Thanks for the heads up.” You reply sarcastically
At the north field, the rocks are getting harvested pretty well, despite sweating up a storm and contemplating suicide, the day is going great. A bell rings in the distance towards the direction of Pinkies house.
“Supper is ready!” Her mother quietly yells,
“Thank god, I’m starving.”
“Celestia.” Pinkie says
“What?”
“Celestia, around my family, can you please say “thank Celestia”? To show your gratitude?”
“You can’t be serious.” You groan
“Please Anon? I really want my family to like you.” She says putting a hoof on your chest “Pwweease?” She pleads with big watery eyes and an adorable smile.
*sigh* “Fine…Thank Celestia.” With the most obvious sarcasm at the end, she grins and hugs you before breaking from it quickly “Also, we kiiinda have to hold off on the cuddling, and kissing, and holding hands, and sleeping together that’s a big one, and pretty much anything that shows we like each other more than friends…or strangers.”
“Oh god.” You groan as Pinkie puffs her cheeks in anger, “I mean, Oh Celestia.”
Walking inside and heading towards the kitchen, Pinkies mother and father sit at the table with 2 chairs open on the other side. Sitting down and getting adjusted, her father and mother quietly bow their heads while Pinkie does the same, annoyed, you follow their lead. After a couple of long agonizing minutes, they break away from the silent prayer and start to serve themselves. Looking at the spread on the table, it’s a large loaf of bread with a stew pot in the middle. Grabbing the bowl and ladle, you serve yourself a large helping of stew and cut into the bread. The only sounds that can be heard are the clanking of the silverware on the plates and the occasional breathing of everyone. Pinkie is completely calm, no hyper active talking, jumping on the table, or even the giggling fits she was prone to doing back home.
“Ummm mother, where are the sisters?” Pinkie asks concerned
Her mother dabs her mouth clean in no real rush to answer her question “They found themselves some husbands, and are starting their own rock farms in neighboring towns.”
“That’s good for them.” Pinkie smiles before continuing to spoon up her soup
So beings again the symphony of silence and silverware, its hard to imagine that this was how Pinkie used to live, to call it her polar opposite, does not even begin to do it justice. Her father places his silverware on the table, and looks across to you.
“Mr. Anonymous, tell me, what do you do for a living?”
“Well I clean outhouses and build new ones for P0nyville.”
He hears this and nods while making an approving sound “That’s good, hard, honest work, I appreciate a stallion who knows the adversity of real work.”
You glance over at Pinkie and she’s beaming a wide smile at you, shooting a little smile back, you go to tending the food on your plate.
With dinner finished and not another word spoken the whole time, Pinkies mother and father get up,
“Pinkamena dear, clean up the dishes before bed.” Her mother orders before leaving the kitchen, her father turns around to look at you
“Right this way, I’ll show you to your room.” Looking back at Pinkie who is busy staking up the dishes and plates, you groan before following the older stallion. He leads you down a plain beige hallway and into a room at the end of it. Opening it up, he goes in before you and look flick on a match, lighting a couple of candles on, the room is dimly illuminated. Walking in and looking around, he walks past you and turns when reaching the door “This is your room for the night, we have breakfast bright and early, and we clean up after ourselves, leave the room the way it was given.” He says before closing the door and leaving you in, hearing the sound of locks on the other side, you go to the door and try to open it. Nothing, it’s locked.
“The fuck, it’s barely like 8.”
Hearing some light talking outside, you press your ear against the wall and try to listen in, its nothing but distorted voices of Pinkie and her father. Hearing some hoofsteps come down the hall and a commotion next door, it becomes obvious that the guy locked Pinkie next door.
“Pinkie’s family sucks.” You whisper taking off your pants and shirt, folding them up and placing them on a shelf, you blow out the candles one by one until the room is dark. Crawling into the bed, you burrow into the sheets and try to sleep.
The sound of quiet shuffling and scuffling grabs your attention, with your eyes adjusted now, you look through the darkness and at the closed closet across your bed.
(“Rats?”) You think (“No, its sounds to big to be rats.”)
The scuffling gets closer and now the sounds of hangers falling to the ground make it even clearer, the door slightly swings open and in this deeper darkness, a figure emerges from the closet. Coming closer and into the moonlight, you see that pink cotton candy mane poof out and in the full moonlight you see her soft pink coat and light blue eyes. She shakes off the dirt and dust bunnies she collected from coming out of the closet, and trots over to the bed.
“Hey Anon!” She shout whispers
“Jesus Christ Pinkie, you scared the shit out of me!” You shout whisper back as she giggles with a hoof over her mouth, trying her best to not burst out laughing. “What are you doing here? Better yet, HOW did you get here?”
“Well duh, I wanted to kiss you goodnight, and I used the secret tunnel silly, my sisters and I would use it ALL the time to sneak back and forth when mom and dad were asleep.”
“Crafty mares.” You reply impressed as she leans in and kisses you
“Good night Anon.”
Kissing her back, you flick her mane “Night Pinkie.”
She turns around and happily trots away, going into the closet, you see the little tunnel she was talking about, it was pretty small and as she tries to get into it, her butt gets stuck on the way out. She pushes and groans trying to get through, all the while swinging her flank in the air. Finally after one big push, she disappears into the next room with a loud crash. After a few moments of silence, you see her reach her hoof out of the hole, and close it up. Shaking your head, you get out of bed and close the closet door, crawling back into bed; you look up at the roof until you drift to sleep.
Knocking at the door pulls you out of sleep,
“Who is it?” You say yawning out loud,
“Anon, you need to wake up.” Pinkie says from the other side of the door, “Breakfast is ready.”
Rubbing your eyes, you yawn once more before getting out of bed. Walking outside, you see Pinkie look up and down the hallway before looking up at you and grinning. She jumps up on her hind legs and kisses you before going back down.
“C’mon sleepy head.”
After changing and throwing on your large coat, you walk down the hall and look into the kitchen. Breakfast is all setup, so you have a seat by Pinkie. Again the family prays in silent while you play along at being an upstanding religious figure. With the prayer finished, they begin to eat, placing your hand into your pocket, you rub the box that holds Pinkies engagement ring. The plan was to ask for her hoof in marriage right in front of her family, but these p0nies have been so reserved and downright cold to both Pinkie and you.
“Anon, can you load up the cart for me?” Pinkie asks “I need to help with the dishes when this is done.”
“All right.”
When breakfast is finished, you walk outside and start to load up the stuff. Taking out the box, you look at it one last time before putting it away. Pinkie and her parents come outside to see you both off,
“It was nice visiting mom.” Pinkie says hugging her, she simply pats her on the head before Pinkie goes over to hug her dad “You too dad.” Her father does nothing to show any affection, and simply waits for the hug to end. When Pinkie pulls away, she comes down the steps and you help her attach herself to the cart. “Bye!” She yells waving a hoof as her parents go back inside. “This was nice; we need to do this again.” She says walking with you
“Yeah.” You reply dryly
Finally arriving at P0nyville, Pinkie trots along with cart in tow, with you not far behind. Reaching Sugar Cube Corner, Pinkie loosens herself out of the cart and grabs a few things from it. Coming inside, Mrs. Cake is behind the counter with Pound Cake crawling nearby.
“Afternoon Pinkie, Anon, how was the trip?”
“It was lovely.” She smiles “I’m just glad to be back home.” She says tiredly as Mrs. Cake walks around the counter,
“Sooo Pinkie, anything exciting happen while you were over there?”
“Ummm no not really.” Pinkie replies
Mrs. Cake looks over at her puzzled,
“Um Mrs. Cake, can you get your husband over here? I need to talk to both of you.”
“Sweetheart! Anon wants to talk with us!” She yells upstairs
“Sure thing sugarlump!” He replies, after a few minutes, he comes down the steps with Pumpkin Cake on his back. “What did I miss?”
“I’m glad you’re all here.” You say walking besides Pinkie Pie and placing a hand on her shoulder, “Pinkie, close your eyes.”
“Why?” She asks as though you asked an unreasonable request
“Just close your eye,” You sigh “it’s a surprise all right.” You smile as she closes her eyes, taking out the box and looking over at the cakes, they have wide smiles and Mrs. Cake is leaning into her husband.
“Can I open my eyes now?” Pinkie asks impatiently, kissing her on the mouth, she opens her eyes in surprise. Opening the box, you show off the light yellow wedding band and take it out. Getting on your knee, you hold it up to her.
“Pinkamena Diane Pie, will you marry me?”
Placing a hoof over her mouth she grins happily with tears in her eyes, “Yes! Yes!” She shouts “Of course I’ll marry you!” She says wrapping her hooves around you
“Oh my gosh!” Mrs. Cake squees, “This is so exciting!”
“I know!” Pinkie agrees holding you tighter basically suffocating you, “We need to plan what’ll be served, what I’ll wear and what games to play! Oh Anon it’s going to be so much fun!” Breaking her hug, she kisses you before you can breathe in that sweet oxgen and puts on her band. “I’m gonna tell every p0ny in town!” She cheers before running out the door, getting off the floor and catching your breath; you wipe some of the sweat off your forehead as Mr. Cake comes up.
“I thought you were gonna propose at her parents?” He asks besides you “Why did you wait to do it here?”
Looking at the ground, you turn and smile at him “Well, I’m not very good with words, but it didn’t feel right to propose in front of them. You guys have treated me like family, been with me through all the good and bad times, and well, it didn’t seem right to let you miss out on this moment.”
He shyly looks away, but you close the distance and hug him, breaking it, you walk over to Mrs. Cake and give her a hug.
“I love you guys.”
Inside your home, Pinkie and you sit on the floor going over the different notes and pictures for the wedding. Picking up a flyer with a large white wedding cake, you toss it over to Pinkie,
“The Cakes made this for another wedding not to long ago, I think it would be perfect.” Pinkie takes the photo into her hooves and goes over it.
“Nah,” She says tossing the photo “It doesn’t scream “ultimate party”, what about if we use it as a base, and put like streamers and sparklers on it?”
“That won’t work for a number of reasons.” You reply looking through more photos “What about this?”
She takes the photo and gasps “Anon! This is even worse than the last.” She replies dryly before tossing it over her shoulder as you raise an eyebrow at her. Getting up off the floor, you dust yourself off, “What are you doing?” She asks
“Well, when I find myself stuck on something, I usually take a break and don’t come back till I accidentally find a solution, we’ve been at this for hours, and I feel burned out.” You sigh “Let’s get some fresh air.”
Walking to the door, you open the door as the sun bleeds in and illuminates the dimly lit room. Pinkie uses her hoof to shield her eyes, but she rubs them in an attempt at adjusting them. Picking herself up as well, she trots over to the door and exits, the bright midsummer day has a soft albeit warm breeze. Inhaling the fresh air, it fills your lungs and quickly replaces the funk of the stagnant house air you smelled all day. Taking the first step, and walking in tangent, the both of you stroll along in unison to each other. Looking in different directions, at different things, Pinkie stops and looks over at a snow cone shop, a little red mare is happily lapping up the icy treat by taking calculated bites. She grins and runs over to the stand,
“I’ll have 1 pink lemonade snow cone!” She says slamming the bits on the counter. The stallion serves her the chilled snack, as she grabs it with her mouth before sprinting off and placing it on a table. Without waiting, she runs off the another stand that serves ice cream, after receiving a cup of vanilla, she darts back and slams it on the table. “Anon!” She yells “What do you see?”
“Diarrhea waiting to happen.” You say sarcastically while walking up to her and sitting at the table, grabbing a hold of the ice cream, you begin to eat it
“You like ice cream,” She says take away the cup from your hands, “I like cake,” She adds as she pulls out a cake from under the table “and everyp0ny loves snow cones.” She finishes tossing the treats aside and focusing on the snow cone on the table.
“Get to the point.” You say she wraps her hoof around your shoulder,
“Imagine it, the guests come in, look around and spot the table. And what do they see but our mega Ice cream-cake, packed with chocolate chip cookie crumbs and snow cone drinks on the side of all flavors, and the best part is that when the snow cones melt, they become drinks anyway, so it all works out.”
Crossing your arms in thought, you lay back into the chair and contemplate her proposal.
“You know, that’s actually a pretty clever idea.”
“Huh?”
“Well, it also symbolizes our union.” You say meshing your hands together
“Oh yeah….that too.” She says placing a hoof under her chin,
“You just wanted an excuse to eat cake and ice cream at the same time didn’t you?”
“No! no! no…yes.”
Outside in the center of town, many p0nies set up for the wedding. Some move chairs, while others set tables, and Pinkie hops along making sure it all goes according to plan. She looks over at 5 stallions that are moving a giant stage into the building,
“Bring it over to the front of these chairs!” She yells over at them, “Then we can get the stage for Vinyl ready!” She looks over at some mares that are setting the tables and covering them with white tablecloths. “Do you think you can take care of the streamers after that?”
“Sure think Pinkie.”
“Thanks!” She smiles before trotting over to Roseluck as she wheels over a large cart full of white rose bouquets. Pinkie takes a powerful whiff of one of the bouquets and exhales “Rose these flowers smell amazing!”
“Thanks Pinkie, I’m glad you liked them. So where do you want me to place em?” She asks looking around. Pinkie pulls out a giant black arrow and points it towards a direction
“Over there!” She grins as Rose moves over to place them, as she moves forward, Pinkie hops behind her.
As Anon
Walking besides Applejack, she and you observe all the food laid out on the tables inside the rented activities building. Applejack dips her hoof into the punch and tastes it;
“Needs suger.” She smacks through her lips, “Anon, get me some suger from the Cakes.”
Walking quickly over to the table where the Cakes are and wave Mr. Cake down, he looks over.
“Afternoon Anon, what can I do for you today?”
“I need some sugar for the punch.”
“Sure,” He says ducking under the table and returning with a bag of sugar, as he places the bag on the table, Mrs. Cake come over from the side
“Applejack is so nice to be taste testing for us; this wedding has been having us crawl up the walls.” She sighs before looking up at you “So how has Pinkie been doin deary?”
“Haven’t seen her since this morning, but she was fine the last time I spoke to her.”
“Ready to be a husband?” Mr. Cake asks
“I can’t wait to be one.” You smile getting the bag, “Thank you all for everything.”
“Don’t thank us just yet,” Mrs. Cake waves her hoof, “We still have lots to do today.”
Walking into Sugar Cube Corner, the Cakes set the gifts and leftovers on the counter while you and Pinkie place the rest of the stuff on the ground. Pinkie stretches herself out
“Boy that was some party, maybe even the best party of all time.” She smiles “Thanks again for letting us crash here tonight.”
Mr and Mrs. Cake come trotting over, as you take some of the stuff into another room.
“Oh Anon, come here a moment, we have something to give you before we go.”
“What’s up?” You ask walking over
Mr. Cake clears his throat “Pinkie, Anon, we promise to make this quick so we can leave you two to your honeymoon.”
“Ooo, ooo, you DID get us a weeding gift!” Pinkie jumps before rushing over to your side “Is it more of your special cupcakes!?“
The Cakes smile and Mrs. Cake walks over to the back of the counter, pulling out a large white box, she sets it on the table.
“I KNEW IT!” Pinkie squeals happily basically teleporting over to the counter in a blur, she opens the box and you can see her salivate in anticipation before burying her head into box. A flurry of icing and crumbs flies out as she makes all sorts of noises while eating. “OW!” Pinkie shouts before lifting her head up, sticking her tongue out, she slides out a mushy mess of half eaten pasty and it plops to the floor. With a thud, it makes a metallic jingle. Reaching down, she picks up a messy set of keys, cleaning them off, she looks over them as you walk up and inspect them as well.
“Keys?” You ask
“The keys for Sugar Cube Corner.” Mr. Cakes says as Mrs. Cake walks over “As of tonight, its Pinkie’s.”
Both you and Pinkie stand in awe at what you just heard, Pinkie looks over at them
“But..but I cant possibly, I mean, where would you all live?”
“Anything for you two lovebirds,” Mrs. Cake grins “and don’t worry about us, we opened up a nice bakery in Canterlot. We’ll do fine.”
“Pinkie, you’ve been like a daughter to us, and we owe you the world for all the laughs, tears, and anger you brought us.”
Pinkie already at the point of tears, wraps her hooves around the both of them, and draws them into tight hug sniffling up a storm. Stopping suddenly, she looks over to you and smiles, beckoning you over with an open hoof. Walking over, the four of you group hug.
Holding it for a few, the Cakes push gently away,
“Well, its time for us to go.” Mr. Cake says “Don’t want to keep you two waiting any longer.”
Pinkie wipes away her tears and nods “Thank you, for everything.”
With the Cakes gone, and the home empty, the both of you stand by the front counter taking in all the silence. It was amazing to know that Pinkie now owns Sugar Cube Corner, but not to belittle their gift or anything, it was honestly the LAST thing either of you were thinking about. Heart racing, palms sweaty, and body getting jittery, you exhale and look down at Pinkie who is already looking up at you her big goofy grin. Getting your own big grin, you lean down and start to gently scratch her chin. She lifts her head allowing you better access to work those magic fingers all over her neck. Stretching out and groaning in pleasure, she wraps her neck around you and places a hoof over the other shoulder before nuzzling. Working a hand down her side, you reach over and start playing with her more “private playground” Jumping slightly and letting out a little yelp in surprise, she pushes you back a little.
“We can’t do that here.”
“Why not?”
“I always wanted it to be on my bed.” She says trotting away and heading the up the stairs, “I’ll race ya to the top…” She pauses “Readysetgo!” She yells darting off up the steps with you casually walking up after her.
Upstairs, you sit on the bed swinging your feet back and forth waiting on Pinkie Pie to finish. As she showers in the bathroom, you smell yourself wondering if you should shower as well. Today was a busy day, and the funk of sweat and body odor are not undetectable on you. Hearing the shower nozzle turn and the water pressure fade away, you hop off the bed and grab a towel. Undressing to only your boxers, and tossing the clothing into a little dark corner, Pinkie swings open the door, and trots out with a towel wrapped over her mane.
“Lalalalala, oooohhh Anon~” She sings “I’m ready~” She says happily as she looks around the room and spots you on the side, “Oh there you are, gonna shower too?”
“Yeah, but I’ll be out in a jiffy.” You say walking past her and flicking her mane
The morning sun shines bright and warm on your faces as you slowly groan awake, clutching the pink bundle of warm joy, you bring her in and spoon her tightly. Rubbing against her mane and body, she mumbles something before yawning out loud and stretching, breaking wind loudly in the process.
”Whoopsie.” She giggles before sighing contently having expelled that uncomfortable pocket of gas, patting her belly, you roll away from her and off the bed. Stretching out, you walk over to her side, and sit by the foot of the bed. This is about the second time you’ve actually seen Pinkie first thing in the morning. Her hair is a matted mess, and she is lacking her signature exaggerated smile and bouncy personality. Rather, she has a soft almost motherly tone and calm personality, and a smile of a woman well on in her years. This side of Pinkie is one you’ve wanted to see since the last time, and it’s just as beautiful now as it was then.
“So what should we do today?” You ask as she wraps herself in the blanket,
“I don’t know…breakfast?” She smiles
Downstairs in the empty kitchen, Pinkie warms up some hot chocolate while you prepare a cup of coffee. Pinkie hums a little song while she stirs in a mini bar of dark chocolate and pops in some mini marshmallows. Bringing her face close to it, she gently blows on the steaming drink. Cupping it in her hooves, she blows on it again before calmly gulping down the drink. As she finishes, she sighs relaxed and simply sits with her eyes closed and a funny little smile on her face. Suddenly, her mane poofs to life, and her eyes widen to those big blue saucers you feel in love with, her small elderly smile, morphs into a wide, white toothed grin as she instantly jumps onto the table and yells,
“NOW LET’S GO GET BREAKFAST!”
“So that’s your secret.” You whisper sipping on the coffee,
At a little pancake house, you and Pinkie dig in to the stacks, and stacks of pancakes she ordered. Literally the entire table barely has any space left on it. Nudging some plates away for you to rest your elbows on the table, you look over at Pinkie as she stuffs 3 syrup drenched pancakes into her mouth. Using her large tongue, she wraps it around the pancakes and draws them in. Chewing loudly and exaggeratingly, she moans out and smiles. Going back to your plate, you slowly cut into your stack and take a small forkful of it in. Sipping some oj, the mare waitress trots over.
”Can I get you two anything else?”
“We’re fine.” You say as she smiles and leaves the bill, picking it up, its amazing how much Pinkie wracks up in food.
“I think you should take it easy on the pancakes.” You comment to her as she pours maple syrup down her throat. Closing her mouth and smacking her lips, she gives you a big grin.
“Oh Anon, don’t be silly, breakfast is the most important meal of the day.”
“I don’t think that’s what they had in mind.”
Walking down the street with Pinkie trotting along, you hear the sound of wind swishing overhead. Looking up Rainbow comes gliding down,
“Sup Anon.” She says landing and hugging Pinkie, “Sooo, did you two have fun last night?” Rainbow teases while nudging Pinkie
“Oh yeah, it was LOTS of fun, you know, for Anon being so tall, he’s actually really small dowmmpff!! Mpff!?!”
Covering her mouth, you chuckle in some vain attempt at not looking flustered, “Pinkie dear! She doesn’t need to know that!” You say panicked, she beings slurping the palm of your hand and you pull it off to escape her slimy tongue.
Smacking her mouth loudly, she licks her lips and swallows “Mmm, tastes like pancakes.” She smiles
“Pinkie Pie, yer so RANdom.” Rainbow laughs before flying over to you and patting you on the back “You’re a lucky stud Anon, you’ll never get bored with this one.” She smiles before darting off into the sky.
“Ok Pinkie, for the record, never discuss my dick to your friends, EVER.” You emphasize
Waking up at the crack of dawn, you look at the empty side of the bed. Pinkie Pie is nowhere in sight, but the smell of freshly cooked food is unmistakable. Turning over, you see Pinkie Pie waiting by the side of your bed with a big grin, and a white apron that reads “Kiss the cook” on the shelf besides her is a tray of food.
“Gooood morning Anon.” She cheers, as you sit yourself up
“Breakfast in bed?” You smile “Really?”
“Darn right, you got eggs, bacon, oatmeal, some orange juice, and an apple.”
“Thanks sweetie.” You say grabbing the tray and start to dig in, “It’s always been a fantasy of mine to have breakfast in bed.” You admit
Finishing up, Pinkie grabs the tray and places it to the side, as you get up, she places a hoof over your chest, and pushes you back onto the bed.
“Nuh-uhh, now it’s my turn to have my fantasy fulfilled.”
“At least let me brush my teeth.”
“Eh, ok.” Pinkie says letting you go, getting up, you walk over to the bathroom and grab your toothbrush. Working lather, you scrub up and down and around, while making sure to get any remnants left. Cupping some water, you gargle out and spit, coming back up, you see Pinkie in the mirrors reflection,
“Pinkie!” You yell startled as she smiles before closing and locking the bathroom door.
In the middle of the day at work, you and your buddy both grunt forcefully as you push the giant wooden outhouse away from its hole in the ground. The rancid, vomit inducing smell of the p0nies hot excrement quickly overtakes the two of you.
“Oh god.” You cover your nose moving away from it, “You’d think we’d be used to this shit by now.”
“Something’s you just cant get used to.” He says waving his hoof over his nose, “All right, let’s fill her up.” Grabbing some shovels, the both of you begin to fill it in, “So, how’s the married life treatin ya?”
“I tell ya man, I’ve never been happier, I feel on top of the world, even in this shit-hole job.”
“That makes one of you, well; let’s start on the new hole.”
It took hours of on and off work to finish up, and by the time the workload is done for the day, its well into the evening. The both of you plop down on a log and take out the metal lunch containers, pulling out two sandwiches you hand one over to your friend.
“Thanks.” He replies before biting into it, as he chews, he looks over at you “Do you really wanna stay here man?”
“Why not? Aside from the smell, the pays good, the work keeps me in shape, and I get plenty of time off. Why risk it looking for another job?”
“Yeah, plus you got a wife now, you’re gonna need that money too.”
“Nah, Pinkie’s the bread winner. She owns Sugar Cube Corner, that mare makes money hoof over hoof.”
“Tsk, lucky, wish I could find a rich mare for myself.”
“Heh, if I ever meet any single ones I’ll introduce you two.”
Stomping up to Sugar Cube Corner, aka your new swank house, you tiredly turn the knob and trudge in. Walking in, Pinkie bounces circles around you as you make your way to the upstairs bathroom.
“Gooood evening Anon, how was your day? I spent mine making lots of cakes for everyp0ny in town, and then I started cleaning from top to bottom the whole shop, and then I went out with my friends and made a stop at the store and I bought some food, and party favors and”
“Pinkie, not right now, I’m exhausted.” You groan “I’m gonna take a shower.”
Walking up the steps, Pinkie bounces up to the third step.
“Dinner will be ready when you get out!” She yells before turning back around and skipping happily away.
After a much needed shower and changing into more comfortable clothing, you walk down the steps and can already smell something good. Looking over, Pinkie is setting the table. Walking over and taking a seat, Pinkie sets the bowl in front of you, and trots across to the other side of the table. Sitting down, she rests her face against her two hooves and looks at you dig in.
Feeling uneasy, you grin nervously “What?” You ask as she shakes her head
“Nuuuthing.” She smiles before making bedroom eyes at you and batting her eyes
“Hmpf” You chuckle before brining a spoonful of the stew up to blow on it.
Finishing up, you pat your stomach and sigh in satisfaction. “That was great sweetie, thanks.” You say getting up
“Nuh-uh~” Pinkie sing-songs waving her hoof, “You haven’t finished your dessert.” Getting up, she walks over to you smiling sensually as she approaches you
“Pinkie, seriously, I just ate a fuck load of soup, that last thing I should be doing is…” Stopping when you realize she’s walking past you, you watch as she heads to the fridge and opens it. Sticking her head in, she fiddles around a bit before pulling out a large cake with pink frosting. Walking back to the table, she sets it down
“What?” She asks looking you with a smile, knowing full well what she did.
“You did that on purpose.” You say annoyed walking next to her and looking over the cake. “It does look pretty damn good.”
On the couch, Pinkie lays across your lap as you finish off a large slice of Pinkie’s cake. Sighing, you place the plate on the table in front of you. Resting back into the couch, you smile and begin to stroke her mane.
Pinkie stretches out and says “This is nice.”
“Yeah.” You concur
“But it’s borrrring.” She groans “We need to liven things up around here.”
“I don’t see you getting up.”
“No silly, I mean…we NEED something…you know..to LIVEN things up?”
Pinkie was a confusing mare on most occasions, but this, this was just perplexing. For the first time, she was honestly confusing you, not because of doing something random, but because she was trying to get at something. And despite having known her for so long and got along so well, you have no idea what she’s getting at.
“You want a party?” You ask hoping to have gotten it right, Pinkie looks stupefied for a moment before dawning her big, white, smile and booping your nose.
“Oh Anon, your so silly.”
“I’M the silly one?” You ask sarcastically, as she nods
“Mmhmm, like a big silly hairless bear.” She smiles as you scoop her into your hands and stand up
“Well this bear is gonna chow down on this big honey comb!” Placing your lips on her belly, you fake chew on her most sensitive and ticklish part of her belly. Instantly she breaks out crying in laughter trying to push your head away.
“Stop! Haha Stop it Anon! hahaha!” She continues as you stop and sling her over your shoulder, she sighs satisfied and goes limp “I love you Anon.”
“I love you too Pinkie, c’mon, lets go to bed.”
In the dead of the night, Anon sleeps peacefully on his empty bed; the sheets on Pinkie’s side are undone and folded over her sleeping husband. In the bathroom, Pinkie sits over the railing of her bathtub, staring wide eyed at the little white device in her hooves. On the floor next to her, is a small torn up cardboard box, which reads (“Stork Inc. Home Pre”) before it is cut off. Pinkie gasps as the little white device brings forth a small blue stripe. Holding the little thing to herself, her eyes swell up with tears as a smile begins to form
“I’m gonna be a mom.”
Groaning awake and getting out of bed, you stretch yourself out before walking into the bathroom. After a nice long piss, you sigh happily before washing up and heading to the kitchen. Pinkie Pie has a colossal spread out on the table, as she finishes cleaning the dirty dishes; she leans back onto the sink and smiles at you.
“What’s all this for?” You ask with a little laugh,
“Oh Anon, it’s the bestest thing in whole wide world!” She jumps up before running over and hugging you, planting a quick kiss as she nuzzles you affectionately. “I’m pregnant!”
Her words pierced through your heart, almost stopping it mid-beat, “What?” You ask in disbelief
“I’m pregnant Anon! Isn’t that greatest thing?!” She smiles looking up at you, as you shake your head.
”Pinkie that’s impossible, I..I can’t get you pregnant. We’re not even the same species.”
“But I am, look.” She tells you before running over to the table and biting down on a white device. Brining it over, you grab hold of it and look it over. It’s definitely a pregnancy test, and it has a fine blue stripe across the results area.
“Let me see the box.”
Reading the instructions 3 times over, the results are all the same. Negative. Shaking your head, you look up at Pinkie Pie, who’s standing in front of you with a big expecting grin. Sighing you get up,
“Have you ever…used a pregnancy test before?”
“No, but I remember how they worked when Mrs. Cake used hers. A pink stripe is for a girl and a blue stripe is for a boy. If you’re not pregnant, then nothing shows up.” She says proudly “Geeze Anon its not rocker science.” She says unaware of the irony of her not quoting it right,
“Every pregnancy test is different, so the results mean different things. This one you bought, a blue stripe means negative.”
“Wh..what do you mean?”
“Pinkie..you’re not pregnant. I’m sorry.”
Pinkie Pie becomes very quiet and looks to the side, you think she’s trying to come to grips with what she just heard.
“Well..well I mean nop0ny is successful the first time right? The Cakes were trying for years before they were successful. Good news for us right?” She laughs “We get to have more fun together.” She smiles weakly
“Pinkie Pie, listen to me.” You say bending down meeting her eye to eye “Listen real close, because I don’t want you to misunderstand me. We can’t have kids, I can’t get you pregnant. It’s impossible.”
“You don’t like kids?”
“That’s not the point Pinkie.” You reply losing some of your patience, “A human and a p0ny can’t have babies; it just doesn’t work that way. It would be like a dragon trying to have kids with an ursa, it’s just not possible.”
“………”
Rubbing her shoulder comfortingly you look her right in the face,
“Pinkie?”
“You’re..you’re gonna be late for work Anon..” She smiles weakly rubbing your hand “You’d better eat before it gets too late.”
Getting up, she walks over to the table and sits down, “I don’t care about going to work; I’ll use a sick day.”
“Anon I’m fine; I just got carried away, don’t worry about it, come eat with me, I made your favorite.” She smiles acting more like the old Pinkie Pie you knew and loved, grabbing a seat, you sit besides her.
After Anon ate his breakfast in more or less silence and got dressed, he took off for work. Staying in the kitchen, Pinkie Pie sighs and begins work on cleaning up. Grabbing some plates, she scrapes the leftovers into Gummy’s food bowl, before moving the plates into the sink. Placing the food bowl onto the floor, Gummy comes waddling over and blinks motionlessly in front of the bowl. He opens his mouth before slamming face first into the gooey mess of what remained of breakfast. Pinkie giggles before sighing affectionately, grabbing Gummy, she holds him to her face in a tight embrace
“Oh Gummy, you always make me laugh.” As she finishes saying this, Gummy opens his mouth and a river of well chewed food comes pouring out of his mouth and onto the floor.
In the bathroom, Pinkie Pie sits by the bubble filled tub. Humming a little tune, she scrubs Gummy down. Covered in soapy suds, Gummy blinks in place while Pinkie reaches down. Bringing up a large pale of water, she slowly pours its contents over the small alligator. Gummy shakes off the remaining water, after he is done, Pinkie scoops up the foamy bubbles and starts rubbing it on her face, shaping it into a beard.
“Look Gummy, a bubble beard!” She smiles, but Gummy sits there unresponsive, with a sadden sigh, she wipes the bubbles off her face and pulls him out of the tub, “Lets get you dry.” She smiles
Walking up to the front door, she turns the closed sign to open and walks back around the counter. Without fail, the front doorbell dings as Lyra and Bon-Bon come walking in.
“Good morning.” Pinkie greets calmly as the two smile and nod to her.
“Morning Pinkie.” Lyra replies before looking stunned, “Ummm Pinkie?”
“Yes?”
“Where are the baked goods?”
Pinkie goes wide eyed as she looks at all the shelves, they’re all empty.
“Oh, haha, I..I guess I forgot to bake anything this morning..haha.” Pinkie replies with an easy laugh
“You don’t look so good? Are you ok?” Bon-Bon asks cocking her head back in confusion
“Yeah I’m fine, just..just one of those days. Sorry girls, I’ll start baking right now, you might want to come back later today, muffins on me.”
Escorting them out, Pinkie closes the door and flips back the sign, resting herself on the floor, she sighs as her hair goes flat.
At Twilight’s house, Twilight and Spike sits in front of a bookshelf placing books into it; she hums a little tune when she hears a knock at the door.
“Come in!” She yells when the door swings open, Pinkie comes walking in hanging her head down with her hair as straight as an arrow. Twilight looks back and notices her troubled expression “Pinkie what’s wrong?”
“Hey Twilight, can we talk?”
“Sure Pinkie. Spike, can you bring me and Pinkie something to drink?!”
“Sure.” Spike replies before getting up and jogging brisk fully to the kitchen.
“So what’s wrong Pinkie? You look really down.”
Pinkie Pie sits next to Twilight and rubs her hooves nervously “Today was a really bad day.”
“It just started.” Twilight comments, “What could possibly put you like this so early in the morning?”
“I thought I was pregnant.”
Hearing this, Twilight freezes up, “But..but you cant...”
“I know.” Pinkie sighs “I know…”
“Oh Pinkie.” Twilight is at a loss for words, Pinkie came to confide in her, and yet she has nothing to say. “How did Anon take it?”
“I don’t know, we didn’t get to really talk, I didn’t want him to miss work.”
“I see,”
Neither of them says anything; instead they sit in silence letting the atmosphere set in. Spike suddenly comes walking out with three glasses of water
“You know Pinkie; I couldn’t help but overhear, and you could always just adopt a foal. *gasp* Or maybe a dragon egg! That way I can another dragon to hang out with. I’d make a great uncle.” He declares proudly
“SPIKE!” Twilight yells upset “This is not the..
“That’s ok Twilight; you don’t have to get mad at him.” Pinkie smiles almost tiredly “I can understand being excited for that.” She says before going silent again
“….So what do you have planned right now?”
“Just gonna go back home, I have a lot of orders to do.”
“Well, we’ll help you, I’ll get the girls, and you get everything ready for us, I’ll be over soon.”
“…” Pinkie looks stumped before chuckling “Thanks Twilight.”
Pinkie Pie busily prepares the ingredients and utensils needed for today, though it was not impossible to run the store on her own, some extra hooves are always appreciated. The prospect of having her friends all together put her in better spirits, but anytime she was not keeping herself busy, the sadness would surface again. Always waiting, ready for that one moment of weakness to pull through, anytime it snuck up, Pinkie was quick to snuff it out. She would not let this beat her, shaking her head, she claps her hooves together.
“This is no time to be a crybaby-filly Pinkie, remember what grandma used to say,” She says posing herself to resemble and old mare “My joints hurt, get me a blanket!” She says in a mock old mare tone as there’s a knock at the front door.
Hoping over, she opens it wide to see all her friends, Twilight is the first to speak, “We’re all here Pinkie, where do you need us?” She asks as several mares and stallions in the back turn their heads to see the crowd at the front door.
“Are you open now?”
“Thank goodness, I’ve been craving a cupcake all day.”
“My coltfriend dumped me, and I need a chocolate cake now!”
Many stallions and mares, and even some fillies and colts, come walking over thinking the store might be open. Pinkie breaks through her friends to address the crowd,
“Whoa, whoa, sorry everyp0ny, give us just a few more minutes.” Pinkie smiles as the crowd groans in disappointment, Twilight and company make their way in as Pinkie follows behind. With the door closed, and her friends ready, Pinkie looks them over thinking of what they could do.
“Rainbow Dash, Fluttershy, I need you two to start warming up the ovens to 350, placing the dough in and do clean up while Applejack and I mix all the ingredients, Twilight and Rarity can start taking orders and giving hoofing out all the treats when they’re ready.”
With their duties assigned, they all break formation and go to where their needed, Rainbow Dash in a flash, zips to all the oven and turns them, Flutteshy gives them a once over and discovers that the ovens are set to 700.
“Umm, I’ll just..” She says to herself fixing them back down to appropriate temperature, “There.” She smiles
Pinkie Pie and Applejack put on their aprons and hats, before grabbing several metallic bowls and placing them on the counter. Applejack brings up bag after bag of flour while Pinkie brings out the eggs and water. Like a pro, Applejack and Pinkie Pie skillfully pour in flour, and water without any measuring cups, or doubt, something that just comes naturally now after years of practice. Twilight gets the door and has the p0nies form a neat and organized line from the front all the way to the door, with any overflow taking a seat and being assigned a number. Rarity takes the orders and scribbles them down on paper before floating them over to the back for Pinkie and Applejack to prepare. With several papers lined up on the counter, Applejack reads them off.
“Bout a dozen strawberry cupcakes, and 2 apple pies, sounds easy enough. Rainbow! Can ya fetch me a bag of apples and two cartons of strawberries?!”
“You got it!” She answers before darting to the back, Applejack glances over at Pinkie Pie while she kneads dough in her hooves
“So Ms. Cheerilee came over fer supper the other day, and the funniest thing happened. Big Mac was in the kitchen tryin tah be all stoic and studly, but Applebloom came in talkin bout how Big Mac needs to stop leavin his doll on the couch. Poor lug turned redder than his coat.”
“Awww.”
“Ah he was fine, we all had a good laugh, and Cheerilee didn’t mind none, said it was downright cute.”
“Are those two going steady?”
“Not sure, muh brother likes to take things slow; I jus hope Ms. Cheerilee is as patient, as she is understandin.”
“Maybe she’ll pop the question first.”
“Hope so, we got WAY to many Apples as it is.” Applejack smiles
With the last of the customers walking out, Pinkie and the gang look over the remaining treats that were leftover. Applejack walks up to a cherry pie,
“Oh I’m so hungry I could eat a whole bushel of apples. I say we pack these bad boys up, get some cider at my place, and stuff our faces.” She says as Rarity speaks up
“Or, we could all clean ourselves up, go out to a nice restaurant, and have a few drinks.”
All the p0nies nod in agreement at Rarity’s suggestion, but Pinkie speaks up
“I’m sorry girls, but I’m waiting for Anon to get out of work, I can’t really leave the house for a long time. Would you girls mind just staying here?”
Rarity smiles and fixes her mane, “I don’t mind, and that’s quite all right dear, drinking can wait for another time.”
Applejack comes walking up, “If it’s all right with ya’ll, I’ll be back lickety-split with some cider fer everyp0ny.”
“Okie dokie!~” Pinkie Pie sings, “That’ll give me enough time to clean everything up, you girls can wash off while I finish up, bathrooms are upstairs.”
“Thanks Pinkie.” Twilight replies
Pinkie Pie trots over to the kitchen and begins to clean off the countertops, preserving leftover dough, and wiping off the remnants of flour, she sighs before stopping and hearing Rainbow Dash
“Something wrong?”
“Oh, hehe, no I’m fine.”
“Ok.” Rainbow says before floating besides her and starting on cleaning too
“You don’t have to help me Rainbow; I can clean on my own.”
“Eh, I can shower when I get home, sides, it’s been forever since we hung out.” She smiles at her
“Yeah, it has.”
“So how do you like being a married mare?”
“Its load of fun, Anon and I play games, go out, it’s just like dating, only you know…permanent.”
“Bleh,” Rainbow retches “You won’t find me settling down like that, honestly Pinkie, you’re the LAST p0ny I expected to tie the knot.”
“Teehee, me too, but I don’t know, when you find that special somep0ny, it’s different, and it’s actually something you want to do.”
Rainbow shrugs before wiping off the last of the flour, “Maybe, but all I know is, I’m enjoying single life.”
After a long and uneasy day at work, you walk up to the front door keys at the ready. Oddly enough, you hear the sound of laughter, and music on the other side. Quickly undoing the lock, you walk in and look around. Hearing the faint sounds of mares talking, one in particular you recognize right away. Its Pinkie Pie, she’s, actually laughing, any fear of coming home to find her alone and depressed is quickly put to rest. Following the sounds, you turn the corner into the kitchen, all 6 mares are sitting at the round table, chatting and giggling about. Pinkie Pie begins to snort as she starts slamming her hoof on the table in her usual “I’m gonna pee myself” kind of laughter. Rarity speaks over them all
“Ok, ok girls, a handsome stallion that hasn’t showered in weeks and absolutely reeks, or an ugly stallion that is squeaky clean, which would you let rut you?” She asks as Rainbow Dash speaks up first
“How handsome?” She asks leaning onto the table,
“THE most handsome stallion you can imagine, he’d be the p0ny of your dreams, on the other hoof, the other stallion would be the WORST stallion you could imagine.”
Rainbow Dash thinks about this while tapping on the table, “So a dirty Soarin or a clean overweight stallion, tsk, like it’s even a choice, Soarin.” She says proudly, “How about you Twi?”
“Well…I’d have to go with clean one. Personal hygiene is a big factor to me, and I don’t care if he looks like Leonardo De Trotio, if he isn’t clean I’m not interested.” She laughs before sipping her fruity drink,
Fluttershy sitting next to her, leans closer “Umm, what would he look like?”
“Who?”
“The…not so handsome stallion.”
“Welll, I don’t really have any traits I consider unattractive, you know that old saying,
“Don’t judge a book by its cover.” I tend to give p0nies a chance before I make any calls. But if I had to say, he would probably be really thin, with those ugly piercing in his ears, I can’t stand those. What about you Fluttershy?”
“Oh well, I’d go for the..the handsome one.” She says rubbing her hooves together, “Smells don’t really bother me.” The p0nies egg her on a bit as she nervously smiles, not used to being teased over her kinks. “What about you Applejack?” Fluttershy asks looking over at the orange coat p0ny, knocking back her drink, she sighs and places her drink on the table
“Do ya even hafta ask? The handsome one of course, I’d probably smell worse than him.” She smiles “You Pinkie?”
“I’d choose either so long as he’d give me a baby.” She slurs before resting her head on the table with a stupid grin “That’s all I want.” She yawns, the girls all get horribly quiet as you feel a sinking in your chest. Pinkie Pie starts snoring as you take several steps back, walking up to the door, you quietly open it and walk outside. Inside Sugar Cube Corner, the girls look over the sleeping Pinkie Pie. Applejack looks over to Twilight
“Did I hear her right, or did I have something crazy in muh ear?”
“You heard right, poor Pinkie.” Twilight sighs as Applejack rubs Pinkie’s back
“I don’t see what the big deal is.” Rainbow adds “What p0ny in their right mind would want to go through all that?” Applejack shoots her a glare
“Ya know Rainbow, not everyp0ny has the same mentality as you. I’d like a little one myself one day, if I happen to find a nice stallion. I can’t imagine finally meetin him and not being able to have foals. I’d be devastated.”
Rarity uses her magic to float the sleeping Pinkie into the air,
“In any case, we’d best get her to bed, some rest would do her good.”
After Pinkie was tucked in, Rarity and Twilight come walking down the steps, Twilight looks over them all.
“Girls, I’m gonna stay behind and wait for Anon, I need to talk to him. Thanks for coming over on such short notice, I owe you all.”
Rainbow flies up “What are friends for right? Besides we’ve all been missing hanging out with Pinkie.”
The p0nies all walk out as Twilight gets the door behind them, stretching out; she walks over to a seat and waits for Anon.
Waiting patiently outside, you see the p0nies leaving your home. Getting up from the bench nearby, you walk to your home and let yourself in. Surprisingly, you spot Twilight sitting by the stairs.
“Hello Anon, long day?”
“You could say that, what’s up?”
After getting briefed over the events of today, including Pinkie’s little drunken confession that you knew but withheld knowing; Twilight sips her water and sighs.
“I wanted you to know what Pinkie went through today, don’t think badly of her, I’m sure she didn’t mean it.”
“Its all right, we’ll find a way to work through it…but…IS there anyway I can get her pregnant?” You ask as Twilight ponders the thought
“Maybe, and this is a long shot, there may be a spell that could transform you into a stallion just long enough for well…you know.”
“Did you tell Pinkie Pie that?”
“No, I didn’t.”
“Good, keep it that way, but if you do find out more, let me know first.”
“All right.”
“Not to be rude, but its late, I really wanna sleep.”
“That’s fine.” Twilight laughs “Spike probably misses me by now anyway.”
“Thanks Twilight, to you and your friends. You guys can always cheer her up in ways I can only dream of. Why she chose my depressing ass I’ll never know.”
With Twilight gone for the night and you finished showering the stink of today of, you dress warm and curl into bed besides Pinkie Pie. She stirs awake and looks at you with glazed eyes, as she rubs her eyes she looks up at you tiredly and smiles
“Morning Anon.”
“It’s not really morning” You reply brining her close to you, she buries herself into your embrace and finds a comfortable position. “Pinkie do you really want children?”
“More than anything, I want to have lots of little fillies and colts running around while we chase them, get em dressed up for Nightmare Night, and clean their booboos when they get hurt.”
“Heh, you really thought about this a lot.”
“Mmhmm.” She replies before yawning out loud, “Let’s go adopt a foal tomorrow.” She replies weakly before rubbing herself against your chest
“I don’t think it’s that easy.” You reply
“……..”
“…Pinkie?” You ask before she starts snoring and mumbling things in her sleep, she’s out like a light, with a sigh you rub her mane and look at the ceiling “I don’t really want kids.” You sigh
The calm and peaceful serenity of sleep is broken by the sound of Pinkie Pie calling your name as she jumps up and down on the bed trying to wake you up. Groaning awake, you reach out and hold her down by her shoulders.
“Pinkie!” You growl “…Stop bouncing.”
“I can’t help it, I’m just so excited! We’re adopting a FOAL today~” She sings brining her eyes close to you
“I can’t believe you remembered.”
“Tsk” Pinkie comments as she rolls her eyes, “Well YEAH, I’m not a blackout drunk ya know. C’mon Anon get ready!” She says as she hops off the bed and trots to the door,
“Pinkie.” You call out to her as she stops and looks back
“Hmm?” She asks tilting her head as you sit up in bed,
Giving one powerful sigh, you say “I don’t want to adopt a foal.”
”W..why not? I thought you were ok with it.”
“You fell asleep before I could tell you anything,” You reply dryly “I just thought that neither of us wanted kids ya know?”
“But I love throwing parties for all the little p0nies in town.”
“I always thought you preferred to just spoil em rotten, and then dump em on their parents, that’s what I was doing.”
“No Anon, I do all those things because I always wanted my own, I didn’t know you never wanted kids Anon, why did you never tell me?”
“I didn’t see a reason; I assumed you knew that I couldn’t get you pregnant.”
“And you never thought of adoption being an option for us?” Pinkie adds in one of those strokes of obvious brilliance
“Fine, I got ahead of myself, I get that, but still…” You grump as Pinkie walks over to you, wrapping her arms around your neck, she stares deeply into your eyes with her huge blue eyes.
“Anon, you’ll make a great dad, I know it, but if you honestly don’t want foals, I’ll understand.” With a small peck on the cheek, she turns back and walks away.
“Pinkie.”
“…..”
“Let’s give it a shot.”
Walking with Pinkie Pie hopping along besides you, the two of you head to the train station to buy some tickets to Canterlot. The train ride over, Pinkie could not sit still, like an anxious child waiting to open a present; she moved about impatiently and uncomfortably shifted in her seat.
“I can’t wait to see all the fillies and colts that are gonna be there, do you think we should get an earth p0ny like me? Or a pegasus, or unicorn? *gasp* maybe we can get all three!?”
“Pinkie, lets just see what happens when we get there.”
After the train came to a halt, and the two of you got off, you walk over to the information counter outside. The stallion working there notices the two of you,
“Can I help you sir?”
“Yeah…do you know where we could go to adopt little fillies and colts?”
After a strange look and some scribbled down instructions, you run after Pinkie Pie as she runs full steam ahead towards the adoption agency. Giggling and laughing the whole way, she dodges and ducks in-between p0nies and more often than not hitting or knocking over most of them. Passing a sharply dressed business mare, she runs right through a large puddle and soaks her mane to hoof.
“HEY!” She yells as Pinkie looks back smiling
“HEY~” Pinkie yells happily back completely unaware of her actions, passing the mare, you completely ignore her. With your feet on fire, you keep pushing yourself forward trying not to lose Pinkie in the crowd. Coming up to the pristine, white, and fancy looking building he told you about, Pinkie burst through the doors and looks around expectantly for something. Crawling up behind her, she darts off to a receptionist counter. The older mare slowly removes her glasses
“Can I..”
“YES!” Pinkie shouts excitingly, spooking the mare and several others nearby “Where can I adopt a foal?” She asks looking around before darting off to pick up a small foal nearby “Can I adopt this one?! He’s a real cutie!” She says rubbing her cheek against him “Do you wanna come home with your new mama Pinkie?” Before the young colt could answer, a mare nearby snatches him from her grasp
“This is my son!”
“Sorry.” She grins sheepishly as you finally come panting up to her from behind “Oh hey Anon, come help me pick out a foal.”
“I’m afraid it’s not that simple.” The older mare adds, “First you need to make an appointment, I can have you scheduled in for today at 4.”
“Awww.” Pinkie groans disappointed
“Its just a few hours Pinkie, we can wait.”
Sitting and waiting was painful for both of you, but for different reasons. Pinkie wanted this to be over so she can see the orphaned foals, while you on the other hand, were lamenting over what fatherhood would bring. Back at home, it was one of those things that didn’t really sink at the time, adoption, foal, all those words weighed much less in bed. Now sitting at the office looking at the plain and unimpressive colors, the words weigh tons in your mind.
“Pinkie and Anon Pie?” A mare’s voice suddenly calls, sending shivers down your spine as you wobble up, Pinkie however happily skips ahead, as though heading to a friends house without a care in the world. Walking over to the mare, she smiles “Right this way.”
Following her down the hall, she walks along glancing at some of the small formal offices and closets, finally reaching the end of it; she opens a door on the right “Ms. Survy will help you from here.”
Entering the room, it’s the same standard and cold color as it is throughout the building, in the center, a middle-aged mare types away on her old fashion typewriter, completely ignoring you and Pinkie. Unsure if you should let yourself in, or wait on her to ask you, Pinkie takes the initiative and skips happily in. Plopping down on the seat hard enough to force the chair back and make a harsh, short screeching noise, the office mare slightly glares up.
“The Pies?” She asks while she moves her typewriter and brings out some papers,
“That’s right~” Pinkie sings “Mr.” She says pointing to herself, and “Mrs.” Pointing to you before gasping and placing a hoof over mouth and giggling and snorting “Silly me.” She says while continuing laughing “Can you imagine?”
Pinkie’s antics do little to impress the office mare as she shuffles paperwork while clearing her throat, sitting next to Pinkie; you whisper in her ear “Pinkie, she’s getting mad.” As quick as lightning, Pinkie Pie stops laughing and looks straight ahead at the office mare waiting on her to make the next move. The mare takes a moment to recall where she had left off,
“So, you two are interested in adoption? Well, I’ll start by telling you that this is no laughing matter,” She remarks as Pinkie grins embarrassed “lots of time, money, and commitment are required.”
Deciding to speak up and save face for Pinkie’s earlier actions, you say “We got all three.”
“Good. Now first the two of you need to fill out these forms,”
“Awww!” Pinkie whines as the mare looks coldly at her
“be sure not to falsify ANY information.” She continues pushing the forms forward.
Adjusting the forms, you and Pinkie read over them, monthly income, net worth, any crimes ever committed, the usual barrage of background questions to evaluate how suited you were. Pinkie does her best to remain focused on the white paper with the microscopic black font. Page after page, the both of you help one another with information the other didn’t know about. Finally the both of you sign off on the very last page, Pinkie lies back on the chair and sighs exhausted, as you rub your face, you can practically see the impressions of the letter burned into your eyes as you blink.
“All right.” Pinkie says victoriously, “When can we look for a foal?” She asks the mare as she goes over the papers
“Mrs. Pie, this was just the application for consideration of adoption, after this paper gets processed which usually takes 2 to 3 weeks, we’ll schedule an appointment for a home visit and observe how suited it is to raise foals in, after that, we’ll schedule you to come in and then we can begin the process of adopting a foal. That is not also counting the hefty fees associated with this process; expect your first registration fee in about a week.” Glancing over at Pinkie, her mane deflates as she tries to hold back her tears. The mare notices this and sighs “Mrs. Pie, I can tell you really like foals, and I’m sure you have your…reasons.” She comments looking over you, “So I’m going to tell you something, the reason this takes so long is because we want to make sure our foals are brought up in caring and loving homes, and to make sure that this is something the parents want. Taking on the responsibilities of a child is a serious commitment, go home, think deeply of this, and most important, be sure that your house is as close to flawless as possible. The mare that does the inspections is notoriously critical; she will fail you if she spots anything below her “standard”….Good luck.”
By the time the train arrived in P0nyville, it was already night, Pinkie was not as enthusiastic on the ride back as before. This world was different than home, but the paperwork and red tape is pretty much the same oddly enough. Walking along the mostly empty streets, you finally reach home. Pinkie Pie walks in first and gets the light. The first thing you notice is several balloons and streamers on the roof, and a big white banner over the counter that reads “Welcome to your new home!” Pinkie slowly walks over and brings a chair underneath the banner, hoping on, she begins the process of removing it.
”When did you do all this?”
“..It didn’t take that long, just a few minutes.” She begins to sniffle a bit and wipes a few tears from her eyes as you walk over and bring her down off the chair,
”Hey don’t cry, its gonna be all right. You heard that mare, as we are now we’d probably fail, we need some time to fix things up. This is a good thing, and besides, with all this extra time, we can prepare to throw the foal a really big welcome home party.”
That mare wasn’t kidding, in a week to the day; you got a bill in the mail for 100 bits. A whole weeks pay for you, but nothing the both of you couldn’t handle. Between Pinkie’s shop and your nine to five, the bill had to wait for the weekend, but the time gave you an opportunity to organize a little surprise for Pinkie. In the mid-afternoon, while Pinkie was busy sprucing up the house, you looked out the window waiting for the Cakes to arrive. A nice lively change is just the thing she needs, even if she isn’t aware of it. Seeing them approaching, you look back and call out to Pinkie.
“You hungry?!”
“Starving!” She yells back from another room “What do you feel like eating?”
“I was thinking we’d go out today, we still need to pay the fee over at Canterlot!”
“Ok!” She replies as you silently open the door, waving the Cakes in, you make a motion to remain quiet. Mrs. Cake smiles knowing what you’re getting at,
“Pinkie! Come over here!”
“Oki Doki!” She yells before you here her come down the hall, as she comes in, she notices the Cakes in the living room. Stunned, happy, and then overjoyed, her basic surprise face. “Oh my gosh!” She squeals before rushing over and hugging the parents before going after their kids “It’s been forever!”
“Sure has Pinkie.” Mr. Cake replies
“How have you been doing?” Mrs. Cake asks as Pinkie plays with Pound and Pumpkin,
“Fantastic, and you?”
“All right...well, whenever you’re ready Pinkie we can head for Canterlot.” She says as Mr. Cake jumps in
“That’s right, neither of you has seen the shop, you’ll love it.”
Mr. Cake was right, the shop was amazing. Standing in a pure white room, you look over the small, yet extravagant area for the customers. The tile is the brightest shade of white, but dulled out and grainy, it feels wonderful on your feet as you scrape it against the floor. The hardwood walls are painted white as well, but look like a very tight knit fence, firm and thick. The ceiling had some sculptures of pegasi as they fly through clouds or rest on them. Along the wall, was a glass display and on the other side were rows of cupcakes. All stacked in little fancy designs and of all colors, Pinkie’s mouth salivates as she eyes the sweet treats.
“Do you want one?” Mrs. Cake asks walking around the corner “For you two, no charge.” She smiles as Pinkie rushes over and begins collect some for herself, Mr. Cake comes up to you from the side,
“Get some too Anon, they’re to die for.”
“No thanks, I need to head on out and pay for something.”
“I’ll come with you then.” Mr. Cake says “Where to?”
Walking along with Mr. Cake, he helps guide you out of this mostly unfamiliar area, having been in Canterlot for as long as he has, he knew just what streets to take.
“So, you two are adopting huh?”
“Looks that way.”
“You don’t really seem too happy about it.”
“To tell you the truth I’m not.”
“Why? Being a parent is the greatest feeling in the world Anon, I thought you liked foals.”
“I do like them, but I don’t know...I just don’t want any of my own. Besides, it wouldn’t really be MY kid, it’d be some kid I’m taking care of from somebody else’s mistaken.”
“Anon! That’s the most horrible thing I’ve ever heard you say, foals are not mistakes, and even if it’s not by blood, a foal you care for is still your foal. You’ve always been a nice; albeit, odd person, but you’ve never given me reason to think of you badly. But hearing you talk like this, it has me worried. I don’t want you hurting Pinkie by going in for something you’re not ready for or want to do.”
Maybe confiding in Mr. Cake wasn’t the best idea you ever had, feeling slightly annoyed at having been lectured, you keep your thoughts to yourself the rest of the way. After paying off the bill, the both of you walk back to join Pinkie and the others. Mr. Cake can tell his words offended you, but on what level he is unsure.
“Anonymous, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to lecture you like a colt, but I just want to make sure that you don’t bite off more than you can chew, or hurt Pinkie. Even if you know it’ll hurt her, if you’re not ready for a foal, you’d had better let her know now.”
You sigh unsure of how to answer that, he was right; this whole idea didn’t sit well with you. But how could you deny what Pinkie wanted when she never once batted an eye to anything you asked for, no matter how odd, or big the request, she always aimed to please you.
“I think I’m just having a really big case of the jitters, I’m sorry for worrying you.”
“Trust me Anon, the moment you hold that foal for the first time, you’ll never wanna let go.”
After getting back, the Cakes surprised you by taking you and Pinkie out for a bite, their treat. You and Mr. Cake walk side by side as Pinkie, Mrs. Cake and her kids lead the charge. Though they can walk on their power, they are still at that age where if left alone, they could get themselves hurt or in trouble. Pinkie took care of one while Mrs. Cake looked after the other. The two foals laughed and giggled as Pinkie would make silly faces and sounds, Mr. Cake looked on at them with a warm smile on his face. Reaching the restaurant, a customer going in opens the door for the two mares, after they said thank you, the stallion lets you two pass as well. A large red door with the logo of the establishment, a red and white stripped cow, with the words “Velvet Farm” underneath it, greeted everyone who came in. Pinkie pushes through and holds the door till everyone passes. Despite it being a family friendly restaurant, it still had an air of sophistication and high society. Both you and Pinkie looked around amazed at the dark red fuzzy walls, white tiled floor, and large plush booths. The place feels more like a trendy club rather than a children’s restaurant, but the kid’s music playing in the background reminds you of where you are.
A mare working there comes trotting over “Booth or table?” she asks as Mr. Cake answers
“A booth.”
The mare smiles before using her mouth to grab several menus, walking forward, everyone follows her. After showing you the booth, Pinkie sits next to you and across from the Cakes and their kids, the mare gives you the menus and a moment to look it all over. Mrs. Cake puts her menu down and looks over at Pinkie
“You’d like the Pasture Pasta Pinkie, its egg noodles, cheese, and mixed in with basil.”
“That sounds DE-licious!” Pinkie says excited, as Pumpkin Cake goes from zero to tantrum, naturally his mother is the first to try and calm her
“Oh shhh, shhh baby it’s all right, what’s the matter?” She asks as the baby keeps crying
While this is going on, Mr. Cakes calls out to you over the screaming.
“What about you Anon, anything you like in particular!?” He asks as Pumpkin keeps wailing
“Meats are always good!” You yell over as Mr. Cake rubs the back of his head nervously
“Cant say I’ve ever eaten that, hehe, what about a nice salad?!”
“Its ok, I’ll just browse the menu for a little bit longer!” You reply as Pound Cake decided to join in on the wail-a-thon
“Are you all ready to order?” The mare asks coming back with your drinks,
Mrs. Cake looks worried as she bounces the baby foal on her chest and gently patting her back, “We still need a bit more time sweetie, would that be all right?!”
“Sure, take all the time you need!”
“You guys can order now,” You say cutting in “I don’t mind ordering later!” You yell over as Mrs. Cake replies
“But then we’ll be eating while you’re still waiting!”
“It’s fine! The kids are probably hungry, no point in having them wait on me!”
With an uneasy smile, Mrs. Cake looks over at the mare, “We’re ready to order now!”
Turns out you were actually right, the two little buggers were hungry, though the meals wouldn’t be ready for another 20 or so minutes, some free breadsticks were just the cure for their rumbling bellies. The two sit on the table sucking on the warm bread as though it was a pacifier, Pinkie with her hooves resting on the table, teases them by gently pulling on the bread as though trying to take it away. With an angry scowl, Pound Cake pulls the breadstick away from her hooves
“Mine!” He yells before sticking the moist bread back into his mouth, the Cakes and Pinkie Pie have a good chuckle as he continues to suckle on the bread, while you look on at Pinkie. Her full mane bounces up and down with each hearty chuckle as she goes on about playing with the children, unaware of you silently observing her. Mrs. Cake steals a small glance at you as Pinkie follows her eyes and notices you staring. Her loud and unapologetic laughter comes to a slow stop, with a timid more embarrassed smile; she slightly looks away before making eye contact.
“What?” She asks bouncing her mane “Do I have bread in my mane again?”
“No.” You reply shaking your head slowly, scotching closer to her, you lean in slow and place a hand right under her mouth, with a small but drawn out kiss you pull away as Pinkie smiles before going back to playing with the kids.
“Who had the pasta?” The mare asks as Pinkie raises her hoof
“Right here.”
As the mare was setting the food for everyone, Pinkie picked up Pound Cake and placed him in-between you and her, before setting Pumpkin on her lap. Grabbing two small bibs, she tied one around each of their necks nice and snug. Setting Punmpkin’s plate in front of her, she leaves her to eat while taking spoonfuls off Pound cakes plate and feeding it to him. Pound Cake happily chews and babbles things before leaning forward and seeing his sister eating off her own plate. He makes some groan in protest, and tries to lunge forward to reach his plate on the table; Pinkie moves it away and shakes her head.
“No, no, no, one spoon at a time.” She says calmly as Pound Cake groans more angrily, “No, your sister eats much more neatly than you, you’ll spill it.”
As Pinkie Pie goes in for another spoonful, Pound Cake smacks the spoon away, causing the gooey contents to splatter over his face. Stunned at first, he breathes in as his eyes squint closed, hearing the distant sound of a powerful wail, Pound Cake lets it all out and begins to screech and smack the table. Mrs. Cake tries to lean over to pick up her child, but is unable to get across; Pinkie calls out to you as you look at the crying foal
“Anon hold Pumpkin real quick.” She says hoofing the baby over to you, grabbing her, you place her on your lap as she looks over at her crying brother. Pinkie leans over and picks up Pound Cake, grabbing a napkin, she dabs off big smears of the food off his face. Humming a little song, Pound Cake looks to be calming down, but suddenly slams his hoof on Pinkie’s plate in anger. Food explodes in all directions, splattering on Pinkie’s face. Pinkie groans clearly upset as she grabs another napkin and cleans her face,
“That was my food Pound Cake, that wasn’t very nice.” She says calmly but still upset, Pound Cake makes some grunt in protest as Mrs. Cake speaks up
“Pinkie dear, its OK to get upset at them, especially when they’re doing something naughty. Tell him firmly what he did was wrong, and don’t be afraid to give him a little smack.”
“Are you sure?” Pinkie asks afraid “Wont that hurt him?”
“Pinkie.” Mrs. Cake replies with a small laugh, “Parents need to discipline when their kids act up, its part of being a parent.”
Pinkie scrunches her face in displeasure before breathing in and preparing herself, with a new stern expression, she quickly smacks his hoof, “No!” She scolds “That’s a BAD Pound Cake, we do NOT make a mess.”
Standing her ground, she stares down the little colt as he rubs his hoof, a look of betrayal on his face before it’s replaced with crying. Pinkie’s own expression shifts from stern to a wobbling frown, her mane poofs straight and she looks over at Mrs. Cake.
“I made him cry.” She says hurt, “I’m sorry.” She says going back to Pound Cake trying to sooth him, the both of them start crying as Mr. Cake laughs and looks over at you
“Looks like you’re going to be the bad cop Anon.” He smiles as you look down at Pumpkin Cake, she shifts her head from side to side babbling different things before sticking the plastic spoon in her mouth and slurping up the remnants of food.
After Pinkie and Pound Cake calmed down, the Cakes took over looking after them; you gave Pinkie what was left of your food since her plate got smashed. With dinner done and the tab paid, everyone dusted themselves off and got up. Pinkie Pie got a to-go plate and scrapped her plate of food into it. Looking at her confused, she smiles up at you,
“What? It’s for Gummy.”
Mrs. Cake opens the door to her home and lets everyone in,
“Thanks for the dinner Mrs. Cake.” Pinkie says skipping in, “It was very yummy, Anon and I will have to bring our foal there for sure.”
“Glad you liked it.” She smiles as the two kids yawn sleepily, “Better get these two washed up and ready for bed.”
“Can I bathe them?” Pinkie asks excited but you decide to throw in your two cents
“Sweetie we should really be getting back home.”
“Please Anon? It’s been so long since I’ve seen the kiddos, I bet they’ve missed me too.” She says walking up to them and rubbing one of their manes as the both reach out for her and laugh. Mrs. Cake laughs and says
“Pinkie always did have a way of getting them to take their baths easier than with me.”
Mr. Cake pats you on the back “C’mon Anon, stay the night, you two shouldn’t be out so late anyway.”
Outnumbered, you sigh “Fine, we’ll spend the night.”
Sitting on the guest bed, Pinkie Pie and Mrs. Cake are a few rooms over getting the bath ready for the kids. Stretching out and yawning, you crack some bones and get up. Walking over to Mr. Cake’s bedroom, you knock and he answers,
“Hello Anon, what’s up?”
“Do you have any toothbrushes? Pinkie and I don’t have one right now.”
“Oh yes my bad, let me get you one.” He say walking out of the room and down the hall, going into the bathroom where Pinkie Pie is, he looks over at his wife. “Sugar lump, can you give me a toothbrush for Anon and Pinkie?”
“Sure thing dear.”
After getting a hold of a couple brushes, he gives them over to you,
“Thanks.”
As Anon walks away to the room, Mrs. Cake dips her hoof into the water,
“Perfect.” She comments grabbing hold of Pound Cake and picking him up before slowly placing him into the water. Pinkie does the same and the two little foals begin to happily splash water as the two mares begin to scrub them down. Pumpkin Cake blows raspberries as Pinkie Pie gently pours water on her head, using a little dispenser, she works in a small lather careful to not get any in her eyes. Mrs. Cake looks over at her,
“You’re pretty good at this.”
“Well I DID use to baby-sit them all the time.” Pinkie smiles before making little baby noises to Pumpkin
“So what kind of foal were you two thinking of getting?”
“I don’t know yet, I was thinking a unicorn like Pumpkin Cake, so that way it could do all those super cool magic tricks, and the two could be friends. But a pegasus foal would make a great flying partner for Pound Cake, the two could practice together and even enroll in flight school.” She says with a crack in her voice at the end “It’s so hard to choose.” She sighs “I was telling Anon we should adopt all three kinds of p0nies, but he didn’t seem too happy about that idea, and said we should just wait till we actually see them.”
“Well Pinkie, I think Anon has a point, you two should wait until you get there and really get to know the kids first. Also don’t worry about what kind of p0ny would mesh with our kids; I’m sure they’ll get along fine with each other, be they earth, unicorn, or pegasus. Find a kid that YOU like, not what you think we’d like.”
“Sorry, guess I got a little carried away hehe.” Pinkie smiles sticking her tongue out in a playful manner
In the guest bed, you lie on your back looking up at the ceiling, the door slowly swings open as Pinkie Pie comes walking in slowly.
“Anon? You awake?” She whispers
“I’m awake.” You yawn
“Oh, ok then.” She says before skipping forward to the bed “Lalalala.” Turning back, she sits on the bed and cleans off her hooves before lying besides you. Shifting under the sheets, she snuggles up to you as you pick her up and place her on top of you.
“What are you doing?” She laughs as you run your hands down her sides and squeeze her rump hard. “Ohhh, I know what we’re doing now.” She giggles before brining her face closer to yours, locking lips, she caresses your face as you playfully bite her neck. Letting out a small giggle, she nuzzles you before moving herself further down your body.
“WAAAAAAHHH!!!” The sudden wail of Pound Cake stops Pinkie Pie dead in her tracks,
“Awww, Pound Cake is crying.” Pinkie says empathetically before Pumpkin Cake joins in on the wailing. “Awwww, now his sister is crying too.”
“SORRY YOU TWO!” Mrs. Cake yells “THEY GET LIKE THAT SOMETIMES!” She yells as Pinkie yells back
“THAT’S OK!!!” Before smiling and looking back at you, “Now where was I?” She asks making bedroom eyes
“Nah its all right Pinkie, I cant get in the mood like this.” You say picking her up and placing her besides you,
“You sure?” She asks as the kids get their second wind and cry even louder
“…Positive.”
“Okie Dokie~” She replies snuggling up to you, the two of you listen to the kids cry and the Cakes trying to calm them down. Pinkie smiles hearing this and kisses you on the cheek, “Just think, we’ll get to experience this too.” She says rubbing up to you as you look up at the ceiling.
“Fantastic.”
Unsure of how to go about renovations, Pinkie asked Twilight for some help. She walks around the place jotting down notes of problem areas and in her usual meticulous ways scanned everything. Pinkie Pie follows her around while you take care of the customers in the front. After a couple of hours Twilight finishes her inspection and comes walking to the front with Pinkie.
”From what I’ve seen, you have some mold growing in the bathroom, slight termite damage, a messy room..Pinkie, and its hard to tell but I think you might need some work on the roof.”
“You think we can fix it?”
”I think it would be best if you left this up to some professionals, plus I’m not a certified inspector there are things I probably missed. I can ask around and give you some names of reputable companies in Canterlot.”
“Thanks Twilight.”
It took about 2 weeks of major renovations, everything from new floorboards, to patching up the roof. Not a single expense was spared with both you and Pinkie working yourselves to the bone to pay for it all. The contractor p0nies were nice enough, they did their best to work around Pinkie when they could, and for those days when the store needed to be shutdown, Pinkie would often visit you at work. Your partner never seemed to mind and was impressed that Pinkie could stomach the stench; this was your time to show her off. A bubbly, kind, and cute mare who was all yours, it felt nice to rub her in the face of your pal, it was all in good fun anyway.
Today is the day of the much anticipated inspection; Pinkie Pie has been training really hard for this day. Cutting back on sweets, keeping her hyperactive antics in check, and she even wore a modest dress for the occasion. You can barely recognize her, and that just may be a good thing. To the second the inspector knocks on the door, Pinkie inhales to get herself centered and calmly exhales before walking to the door and opening it.
“Hello.” She says calmly, “Can I help you?”
“Yes I’m Ms. Rough, may I come in?” The unicorn mare asks
“Absolutely.” Pinkie says breaking her stoic character before realizing it and going back to speaking flatly “Come in.”
The mare takes her steps in and looks over the house, without another word she begins her evaluation. Floating a pad and clicking a pen, she begins to scribble down notes. Pinkie Pie tries to lean over and sneak a peek at what she’s jotting down, but always slinks back when it looks like she is going to get busted. You angrily groan at her in an attempt to get her to back off, but her curiosity keeps getting the better of her.
“Pinkie, lay off.”
“But I want to know if we passed.”
“Well we’ll fail if you keep hovering over her like that.”
Ms. Rough stops and looks back at the two of you “What are your work schedules?”
“I’m sorry?” You ask
“Your work schedules, I need to know what times and days the two of you work.”
“Well I work usually work from 8 to 6 Monday thru Friday, sometimes I work the weekends though.”
“And you Mrs. Pie?”
“Umm I work here in the bakery all week, but sometimes I close it early if my friends come over, or if the Cakes bring their kids for a surprise visit. Sometimes I like to just close it and take a day off ya know? Its not that I don’t like working or dealing with the p0nies, because I like everyp0ny, but sometimes it’s just nice to have some me time. All though if we have a foal living here I’ll definitely take some days off to play with him or her…what were we talking about again?”
“She works all week the same hours as me.” You laugh as Ms. Rough growls before jotting something down and turning back around to continue her observation.
“Pinkie.” You whisper “Try to stay focused you were doing so well.”
Shifting uncomfortably in place, she lets out small annoyed groans “I want this to be over already, I want to go to Canterlot and see the foals.”
Ms. Rough continues her investigation as Pinkie Pie becomes more and more impatient and nervous. When Ms. Rough finishes off the last room, she walks over to the front door. Flipping through her notes, you think its time for your final grade. Instead she walks outside and does on observation of the actual home. Pinkie bites down on her hoof and looks like she’s about to explode. Being a hot shot inspector, she slowly and meticulously inspected every inch and detail, from the window frames to the exits of gutters. It took almost two hours, but she finally finishes and comes to the door.
“I’ve finished my..”
“Did we pass!?”
“…Yes, this house is in amazing condition, it’s a great place for a foal to live.”
“YES! THANK YOU THANK YOU!” Pinkie explodes as she hugs the mare; angry, she pushes Pinkie Pie away and fixes her suit.
“Mrs. Pie!”
“Sorry.” She grins “You were saying?”
“Yes you passed with high marks. I can set a date for you two to come in and look at the foals, when would you want to be scheduled in?”
“Right now!” Pinkie smiles before a thought hits her “Is that possible?”
“No. I’ll just put you down for next Friday at 2…Have a good day.”
Finishing up her scribbling, she nods before turning around and walking away. Closing the door and sighing tiredly, you look over at Pinkie Pie. Her mouth goes from 0 to beaming before lowering herself and pouncing on you.
Several days later at the crack of dawn, you and Pinkie shower and get ready. With the last button done, Pinkie comes from behind. Jumping up on her hind legs, she drapes her front hooves over your shoulders and kisses you on the cheek.
“Ready?” She smiles
“Yeah.”
Walking side by side, Pinkie bounces along with the biggest smile on her face. Rainbow Dash swoops by and comes back around, landing before the two of you.
“Hey Pinkie, Anon. Sup?”
Pinkie stops bouncing, “Oh hi Rainbow Dash, me and Anon are gonna buy some toys and junk for the foal with the Cakes. Ya wanna come? The more the merrier~”
“Bleh, I think I’ll pass thanks. Being cooped up in a store with crying foals is not how I’d like to spend the day. But when ya bring em over tell me and I’ll check em out. I’ll let ya know if they’re cool enough for a foal.”
On the train heading over, Pinkie lays on the bench happily gazing at two foals playing nearby. The younger colt cries when his older brother takes his toy away, attracting the attention of their mother. Giving her problem child a warning glare, he pretends to be nice and gives it back. Looking at her, you rest your head back onto the seat before closing your eyes. Listening to the repeating drones of the train, you catch some shut eye.
The jerking motion of the train stopping woke you up, but Pinkie nudges you anyway. “Anon, we’re here.”
“Huh?”
“C’mon sleepyhead, we still got stuff to buy.”
Walking off the train, you stretch out and groan as several bones crack and pop.
“Morning you two!” Mr. Cake calls out as the family comes over to you and Pinkie
“Heya Mr. Cake, Mrs. Cake, and the kids~” Pinkie dawws as she picks up Pound Cake and makes baby noises, the two start laughing as you walk over to Mr. Cake and Pumpkin.
“Mornin.”
“Morning Anon, how’ve you been?”
“Pretty good,” You strain stretching
“Not a morning p0ny?” He laughs
“Nah I was just sleeping on the train for a bit.”
Mrs. Cake and Pinkie with Pound Cake on her back come walking up, “We ready to go?”
“Sure thing honey.”
Pinkie Pie bounces along with Pound Cake holding onto her neck and laughing, Mrs. Cake watches Pinkie as you and Mr. Cake look around for the store. Spotting it, Mr. Cake stops and gets your attention.
“Guess it’s up to us stallions to do all the work around here, huh Anon?” Mr. Cake winks as you smile and look back.
“Yeah, WHILE THE MARES HAVE ALL THE FUN!” You fake yell getting their attention. “We’re here.”
Pinkie looks up at the large 2 white floored store in awe, in solid black letters it reads “Foals R’ Us”
Walking through the double doors, Pinkie takes it all in as she scans the almost endless rows of toys, clothing, furniture, and of course junk food.
“Tehehehe!” She giggles to herself, “THIS IS THE GREATEST STORE EVA!!” She explodes before gently handing Pound Cake back to his mother, running off she grabs a cart and rides it down an aisle.
“Oh dear.” Mrs. Cake says worried, “She’s in one of her moods again.”
Mr. Cake pats you on the back “But you can handle it right?”
“Of course….now where do you think she went?”
“Knowing Pinkie, probably the junk food.”
Following the sounds of frantic packing, sure enough you find Pinkie tossing all sorts of food and cookies into the cart. Walking next to her you grab a can of powered milk.
“Pinkie I don’t think the foal can live off the same food you do, maybe a can or two of formula would be nice right?”
“Oh I’m not getting this for the foal silly~”
“Oh yeah?”
“It’s for us to have one last single party before we become parents.”
“….”
“Something wrong?” She asks looking at her pile “I made sure to get things you like too.”
“It’s not that, its just you know…I can’t believe it’s really gonna happen. It’s scary.”
Pinkie looks around to make sure nobody is around before walking up to you “Between you and me…I’m afraid too.”
“What?” You laugh “You’re the one who WANTED this.”
“I know. But there are time at night when I think “What if it doesn’t like me?” or “Am I REALLY ready to be a mom. I mean look at me.” She says grabbing a pretty yellow box with a cartoon bird on it “I LOVE this cereal..and the prize too.” *sigh* “Sometimes p0nies say I need to grow up, and…I think they’re right…so I wanna have a BIG party to send off my childishness.”
“…Wow.” You reply impressed “I..I didn’t know you thought about it so much.”
The both of you uneasily look around, neither of you can reassure one another thinking about your own insecurities. Swallowing your own uncertainty, you kneel down and hug Pinkie.
“Pinkie you’re wonderful with foals, and I know this won’t be any different. Everyp0ny likes you remember? I’m sure this foal will too. Besides you remember what Mr. Cake said, you can focus on being the cool, fun mom, I’ll be the adult dad.” You say proudly pointing at yourself. Pinkie Pie chuckles before kissing you.
“Thanks.”
“Ummm Can I help you?” A clerk mare asks as the two of you fix yourselves up
“Yes.” You reply “Can you show us to the cribs?”
The clerk walked over to the cribs and left once her task was completed. Pinkie looks over each one and only approaches the ones she’s interested in. There is a crib for just about any child you can think of. Boys, girls, twins, p0nies, gryphons, and one crib decked out in black and red with spikes. It looks like the kind of thing you would see in a death metal concert.
“We were wondering where you two had gone off.” Mr. Cake’s disembodied voice calls out from behind, glancing back you see them come walking up.
“Anon why are you waiting over here? Shouldn’t you be with Pinkie?”
“Uhhh not really my thing ya know? I’d rather just let her make the choices she wants.”
“But all this is part of the journey. Making choices together, picking the color of the room, all these little details are going to be the things you two look back on. Do you really wanna tell your foal that you just stood by and watched as mom did all the work?”
“Guess I never really thought of it like that…Do you mind?” You ask pointing over at Pinkie
“Just go already.” Mrs. Cake smiles “Make some memories.”
With their encouraging, you walk over to join Pinkie Pie who is looking over a crib several feet away. She spots you walking over.
“Oh hey you, what’s up?”
“Just wanted to see if you saw a crib you like.”
“Ugh I wish. None of these cribs call out to me. They all just say “Pinkie Pie? I don’t know no Pinkie Pie. I’ve never heard of her.” And THAT one made fun of my weight.” She says pointing to an old beat up crib with its wood falling off the rails.
“What about this one?” You ask going over a crib with a shiny brown finish, the inside is plush and roomy, with lots of padding on the sides. Though it’s not very flashy, a solid base with no bells and whistles is great for adding on. Pinkie looks its over.
“Hmmm…hmmmm….I don’t know…”
“Let’s look around and see if we can find any other ones then.”
“Okie dokie~”
Walking back to join the Cakes who are doing some browsing of their own, the 4 of you all meet up and make some small talk to get everyone up to speed. Mrs. Cake and Pinkie chat it up looking over more cribs as you and Mr. Cake are over at your crib.
Running his hooves over the railing he nods “She’s a real beauty, if you’re good with your hooves you can add quiet a bit to this.”
“So you see it too?”
“Great minds.” He smiles before hearing your stomach growl, “Looks like your stomach is the vocal one though. Let’s go hurry up the wives; they can do this all day.”
Pinkie places Pound and Pumpkin into separate cribs, and watches as the two communicate extending their hooves trying to reach the other.
“So did you find a good crib Pinkie?”
*sigh* “No, and we’ve been at this for hours. We still need clothing, formula, diapers, and toys.” She sighs tired as point at your crib
“Well I can ask them to hold mine while we take a break for some food. I’m starving.” You yawn
“Sounds good.” Pinkie surprisingly agrees. After you had a few words with the staff, they wrote down your name, placed it on standby, and the 4 of you walked off to go eat. Pinkie Pie looks around lost in her own thoughts while you and the Cakes talk about the events of today. Deep in her soul she could hear faint whispers but not put a pin on where it was coming from. Following a hidden path, her body stepped forward almost on its own to a little corner not far away. Tucked away in it was a large simplistic crib, walking up to the light blue rocking crib, she places her hoof on it and gently rocks it. An old creaking can be heard with each sway as she moves it to and fro. She could not see the smile forming on her face, but it grew to a large content smirk as she happily played with the crib.
“Sweetheart what are you doing?” You ask breaking her from her trip to lala land
“Oh sorry hehe, it’s just this crib…I really like it.”
“It’s calling to you?” You ask in a joking manner
“But it did, it whispered little things I couldn’t make out, but I could tell it was talking to me.”
“….You want it don’t you?”
“No no.” Pinkie says rushed “Yours is good too.”
“Its fine, I don’t doubt your Pinkie sense. I know you wouldn’t pick a bad crib.”
“Well this isn’t really my Pinkie sense.”
“It doesn’t matter; I’ll go talk to the clerk and cancel my hold. Let’s get that bad boy back home.”
Those words were ones you regretted, it took almost 2 hours to get it bought and transported back home. That’s not even counting that you still need to actually get it into the home. Pinkie swings open the door holding Pound Cake and clears a path as you and Mr. Cake struggle to bring in the crib.
“Straight Anonymous, straight!” Mr. Cake bellows as the weight from the crib causes his knees to wobble,
“I’m trying!” You strain as you can feel your arms giving in,
Awkwardly shuffling it forward, the door is cleared and the crib placed by the stairs. Mr. Cake pants before looking over at Pinkie.
“Where did you want it?”
“Right there is fine; Anon and I can move it ourselves. Thank you Mr. Cake.”
“Ow my cupcakes.” Mr. Cake groans sitting down
“Hey you know I helped him bring it over here too.” You say feeling jilted as Pinkie hops over and kisses you
“I know silly, but you do a thankless job.” She smiles before she goes back to the crib and places Pound Cake inside it. Mr. Cake laughs and sighs
“Mares, can’t live with em, can’t live without em.”