A missing Piece of pie
A grey earth pony sighed sadly to herself as she walked with her younger and lightly greyer sister at her side, “Should we really tell her this, Blinkie? I mean, it’ll break her heart when she finds out,” said the older sister, Inkie, looking at her younger sister through her long black bangs.
Blinkie looked back with a smile, trying to reassure her, “It’ll be fine, trust me. Pinkie is a strong gal, she can take on anything we tell her.”
“But this...I still can’t believe it myself.” Inkie said, feeling her younger sister place a hoof onto her shoulder as they neared the outskirts of Ponyville.
“I know, Inkie, I know. This is why dad wants us to tell her, it’ll be easier if she hears it from her two sisters than anypony else,” Blinkie said, running a hoof through her short grey mane.
“Just remember, we need to be there for her no matter what,” Blinkie said as she looked up to her sister and gave her a tight hug.
Pinkie Pie smiled as she stared at the MMMMM 2: the sequel, her mouth begining to water at the mere thought of tasting and eating it. Carefully and cautiously she began to walk around the giant cake, making sure that every ingredient was in place and that every layer was perfect. Whipping her head behind her, she looked at the three year old colt and filly sitting behind her, “Ok, let’s make sure we have everything checked off.”
“YAY, CHECK!” Cheered the small unicorn with her hooves in the air.
“Check check,” screamed the small pegasus.
“ Ok, First: make sure that best friends are so full before getting on the train that they won't try and get to it,” a smile gleamed across the mare’s pink face as she heard the scratch, “Second, spare alarms are coming along and will cry if I fall asleep again, check. Third, brought along anti-cake theft device, check. Well, that seems to be every, I think I am all set.”
“SET!” Squealed the three year old unicorn.
A smirk came to Pinkie’s face as she walked over to her little siblings, “Are you just checking everything I say,” Pinkie then watched the two kids nod furiously, “I am the best big sister ever.” She then chuckled as they proceeded to check off on their papers as they agreed.
“That was a dirty trick and you know it, Pinkie,” yelled a dark grey pony.
Pinkie’s blue eyes opened wide in sheer joy as she looked up to the doorway and saw her two sisters standing there, “INKIE, BLINKIE! You came here to visit, “she squealed as made a running leap over the counter of the shop and tackle-hug her two sisters, “Oh I am so glad to see you guys. I am sorry I haven’t visited in six months, I have been very very very busy lately and I had so much to do! How’s mom and dad, what have you two been doing, do you guys have a pet yet? Gummy was thinking he needs some siblings too, oh did you know that Twi became-”
“PINKIE!” Blinkie yelled as she put a hoof to her older sister’s mouth to help silence her, “We’ll tell you everything in a bit, right now can we have something to eat? We both kind of want one of your special cupcakes.”
Pinkie looked from one sister to the next before nodding quickly and running off to the oven to begin baking while her sisters took to their seats. After a few minutes, the pink mare skipped happily to the table with three cupcakes and three glasses of juice, “Here we are! So, how’s mom and pop?”
Inkie looked a little down as she spoke softly, “Mother is...not doing well. She has been sick for over a few months now and the doctors are getting worried.”
Pinkie held a hoof to her mouth, “Oh gosh. I have got to get there right away. First, I’ll tell Mrs. and Mr. Cake that I’ll take a few weeks off for family, and then I-”
“That’s not what we’re here for, Pinkamena,” Inkie said hiding behind her dark bangs, “You see, mother thought she was going to die and told us a secret that she has been hiding from all of us since you were born. She said...she said,” she looked away from Pinkie, tryign not to cry.
“What did she say, sis?” Pinkie asked as she put a hoof to her sister’s shoulder.
Blinkie looked up at Pinkie, putting a comforting hoof on her shoulder, “She said that you aren’t really related to us, you are adopted Pinkie.”
Pinkie reeled back at this news before chuckling a little, “Ok guys, this is a bad prank. Pranks are supposed to be fun and we are all supposed to laugh together, not make each other feel bad. So come on, wha...what's the real news.”
“That’s it Pinkie, she said that you were adopted, that you aren’t our sister,” Blinkie said.
“THAT’S A LIE! I know you are my sisters! I can remember the day mom put Blinkie in my crib with me, I thought she was a new dolly! I can remember holding you in my hooves when you were first born,” Pinkie yelled, slamming her hooves onto the table, “ So...how can’t you be my sisters, and how can’t my parents be who they say they are?”
Inkie let out a sigh before reaching over the table and holding Pinkie in a tight hug, “We never meant that you aren’t our sister in our hearts. You have been and will always be our big sister-”
Blinkie joined in the hug, “Best friend forever. Pinkie, you helped to brighten our lives, you kept us filled with smiles and helped to raise us. To us, you are always our sister, we don’t need the same parents for that to be true.”
“Then what did mom mean?” Pinkie asked as she pulled away from the hug as she felt two little hooves on her legs, trying to check up on her.
Blinkie looked at Pinkie, “ The way mom said it, was that she found you when she caught a stallion carrying you away past the farm. At first, she thought that he was just a father taking his daughter away, but then she heard your cries. Something deep down in her told her that he wasn’t the father.”
“The Pinkie sense! Granny pie always said mom was a lot like her,” Pinkie interrupted.
Blinkie then smiled as she continued, “Well, mom did the only thing that she thought was right and cold-cocked the guy.and took you away from him. She didn’t know wich hospital that you were taken from or who you belonged to, so she took you in and nursed you herself. Since she didn’t have a clue who you belonged to, she and dad decided to raise you as their own.”
Tears came to her eyes as Pinkie took the news in before wiping them away with her hoof, “Oh mom,” she said, sniffling, “Did the guy leave any clues about me or my parents?”
Inkie lifted up a small golden necklace with a smashed pendant, “Mom said he dropped this after he ran away. Sadly, mom’s left hook crushed it so we can’t open or tell you what it looks like.”
“Thanks,” Pinkie said as she took the pendant in her hoof and got up as the Cakes began to open walk out from behind their counter.
“Pinkie?” Mrs. Cake asked as she looked to her little Pinkie.
“ Mr and Mrs. Cake, I am so so sorry about this, but I need to take some time off for an important mission,” Pinkie said before being hugged by the blue mare.
“Take as long as you need, my dear little Pinkie,” Mrs. Cake said.
“We heard everything, so don't worry about us, just go and do what you need to do,” Mr. Cake said as he hugged her.
A warm smile came to Pinkie’s lips as she went to walk out the door, “Thanks so much, you guys are the best.”
“Wait, what are you doing?” Inkie asked.
“What anypony would do when they heard this news, I am going to find out who mom and dad are!” Pinkie said.
Inkie and Blinkie looked back at each other and then back to Pinkie before Inkie spoke, “We’re going too!”
“I am going, because I want to know who to thank for giving us you,” Blinkie said quitely.
Pinkie smiled, “Well, then...lets go SIBS!” Pinkie said as she slammed the door open and with her hoof thrusting up in the air.
“Hun, why do you get to name her?”
“Because you named the first two children, I get to name the last two.”
“All right”
“Oh, my little girl, this is going to be your new sister.”
Pinkie and her two siblings began to run out of the shop and into the center of the city, taking a good long look around, “So, where do we start looking?” Inkie asked.
“I do not...know,” Pinkie said, losing a little bit of her enthusiasm but then finding it again as her ears perked up, “ OH! I know! How about we go ask the bestest, greatest, and smartest princess out there.”
A few minutes later found the three at the front door of the Golden Oaks Library, “Twilight, are you home?” Pinkie asked knocking on the door.
After a few minutes of silence, there was a voice from within, “Coming! Spike, I need you to hold that beaker for me over that flame.”
“For how long,” Another voice called from within, sounding like he was trying to balance two objects at once.
“Until the liquid turns a light-blue, then hold for me until I’m done here,” the voice continued as she opened the door, “Oh, hi Pinkie! Come on in, I was just finishing up an experiment.” The purple alicorn then moved aside to let the pink mare and her two sisters in.
“Princess,” The two mares said in unison as they quickly bowed to Twilight.
“Please, get up.” Twilight said waving a hoof to the two, “I am only a princess when I am on royal business. When I deal with friends and family, its just Twilight.”
“Oh, thank you princess twi,” said Blinkie as she rose to her hooves.
“So Pinkie, who are your friends?” Twilight asked with a sigh as Blinkie called her princess, still unused to ponies using a royal title when talking to her.
“Oh, these are my sisters: Limestone pie, and Marble pie, but I just call them Inkie and Blinkie,” Pinkie said, pointing to the two girls.
“Please to meet you both, I can tell you that meeting your sister, has been quite an adventure,” Twilight said with a chuckle before turning to Pinkie, “So what brings you here?”
At that, Pinkie began a long talk about the message that she had received just that morning, when she was done Twilight sat with a look of shock on her face, “ And I figured you might use a magical DNA tracking thingy on me to be able to find who my real parents are and where they are now.
“I’m sorry Pinkie but with all of the information I have, I can’t do that. Unless I have a sample of DNA from your birth parents, I wouldn’t be able to track them,” Twilight said as she began to use her magic to grab different books on tracking spells and began to read them, “ The spell is only designed to track the DNA back to its original owner, not to a parental link. So if you were to give me some of your DNA, I would only be able to track it back to you, not to a pony related to you. Besides, I don’t even know where to start looking.”
“Mom said that she saw the kidnapper leaving from the direction of Ponyville, does that help?” Blinkie asked as she watched Twilight read.
“Yes! It helps alot, thank you,” Twilight said as she reached over to a cabinet and pulled out a small metal disk with a starburst emblazoned on it, “This is my royal seal, it’ll show that you girls are on royal business. Take it to the mayor and she’ll let you in anywhere you guys want and to search any private files. You might find some clues there.”
“WOW! Thank you so much Twi,” Pinkie said, taking the disk in hoof and then giving Twilight a big hug, much to the shock of her sisters, “ I’ll let you know if we find anything interesting.”
“Right,” Twilight said, returning the hug before looking at her with a smile, “And remember to invite me to the big reunion. I am quite interested in meeting your birht parents.”
“Trust me, I’ll have a big party for everypony when I find them,” Pinkie Pie said as she went out the door, waving bye to her friend.
“Oh, she seemed so confident. Can the princess see the future?” Inkie asked, looking behind her as she watched the princess get back to her experiment.
“Nopers,” Pinkie said with a smile as she looked at the pendant, “ She just knows that we’ll succeed, because she has faith in me.”
“Oof, Little Pinkie likes to kick hard, doesn’t she?”
“Thats because you keep feeding her pies, I swear she’s going to be as pink as your mom.”
“Paw, Maw, is the baby here yet?”
“Not yet son, now could you help your old man with the delivery?”
When they arrived at the mayor’s office, Pinkie quickly showed the royal sigil of Twilight and was immediately let into the archives of the town hall. Walking through the doors of the large room revealed to the three earth pony mares rows upon rows of filing cabinets and shelves of books, “Wow! Look at all of these papers and books, where do we even begin to start looking?” Pinkie asked as she pulled open a cabinet and pulled out a few random folders.
Blinkie put a hoof to her chin and began to look around the room, “Hmmm, I got it! Inkie, you look at the missing ponies reports, Pinkie you’ll check the birth certificates, and I’ll check the death certificates.”
“Why do you need to check out that?” Pinkie asked as she began to scrounge around in the file cabinets on birth certificates.
“Because, the stallion who kidnapped you when you were born just might have tricked your birth mom and pop into thinking that you were stillborn and the doc would’ve made a death certificate,” Blinkie said as she opened up some more of the filing cabinets.
After a few hours of searching, shifting, and reading through the large collection of files; the three mares found every death, birth, and missing pony that occurred on the year that Pinkie was born, “And this is the last one, Moonshadow: born on May 3, year of Celestia 988,” Inkie said as she put the folder on the table in front of Pinkie.
Attentively, the pink mare scanned over each one, looking to see if any of them matched her at all, “No, I just had a birthday party for Moonshadow yesterday. And it can’t be the other two, because they moved to Canterlot two months ago,” she said with a sigh. “ It can’t be this one,” she continued, lifting up the folder from the death certificate, “Her mom and dad have a picture of the foal in one of their old albums, I should know they showed it to me when I held a birthday party for their daughter, and it isn’t me. And its none of these missing ponies, because they have been found.”
Blinkie let out a sigh as she began to pick up the folders from the table, “Well, this was a dead end.”
Inkie looked up to her pink sister, letting out a sad sigh, “I’m sorry about this Pinkie.”
“It’s all right,” Pinkie said with a smile, pushing the folders to Blinkie, “ We may have hit a dead-end here, but tomorrow might bring us another lead, and then another and another! Or might not, but then, we can try the next day and the day after that!” With a jump and a flip, the pink mare leapt over the table and into the doorway, thrusting a forehoof into the air, “And who knows, maybe we might even find something in our dreams that’ll be a big help in finding my birth mom and dad!”
Blinkie looked back at her pink sister and then back to her other sister and smiled, “Yeah, I guess you’re right and it is getting late. So lets all go to bed and we can try something else tomorrow,” she said as she walked with her two sisters to the front doors of the town hall, “Come on, Inkie, maybe we can find a hotel to sleep in.”
“WHAT?!” Pinkie exclaimed at the word ‘hotel’, “Oh no, no little sisters of mine are going to be sleeping in any random hotel while I’m around. ESPECIALLY when I have a room back at the corner for the two of you.”
“Pinkie, we couldn’t possibly,” Inkie said, only to be interrupted by Pinkie.
“Yes, you could, you should, and you will,” the pink mare interrupted as she walked in front of her two sisters and put hooves on each of their shoulders, a tearful smile on her face, “You guys are my little sisters, and its my job to watch over you and protect you. I would be a horrible big sister if I didn’t offer you a place to stay.”
Blinkie looked back at her sister, “Are you sure the cakes won’t mind?”
“Are you kidding? I have sleepovers a lot times, of course they won’t mind! Heck, they’ll probably have supper waiting for us when we get home just in case you were staying.” Pinkie said as she bounced away from her sisters and began to walk away, only to see an orange mare walking her way, “Excuse me one sec.” Pinkie said as she walked over to the orange mare, and gave her a tight embrace, “Are you ok, Applejack?”
The orange mare sniffled a little, holding back some tears that she had been holding the entire day, “Yeah, Ah’m fine Pinkie, just fine.”
Pinkie pulled away a little and looked into her friend’s emerald eyes, “Are you sure?”
“Yeah, Ah...Ah just need to get through the rest of the day and Ah’ll be good,” Applejack said as she walked away, lowering her head to the ground in a sorrowful state.
Blinkie walked up to her older sister and watched as the blonde pony walked away, “What was wrong with.”
Pinkie watched as her friend walked away, “Today is the anniversary of her pop’s death, I always remember to give her at least one hug on today.” She then let out a sorrowful sigh, “ Because she needs it most, after losing somepony so close to her.”
Inkie walked up behind her sister and put a hoof onto Pinkie’s back, before hugging her and speaking softly, “Mother will be fine, I’m sure. You know it’ll take a lot more than any sickness to take her down.” A smile came to her grey muzzle, “Just like you.”
A smile came to the pink mare’s face as she wiped a tear she didn’t know she had, “Thanks Inkie.”
“Hun, are you alright?”
“Yes, I’m fine. Ponies have been having babies long before me and its not like I haven’t had two before.”
“Yes, hun, I’m just worried that something might happen to the baby. The doctor did warn of, ‘complications’ you know.”
“What does he know!”
“Hun, why don’t you trust him?”
“Oh, I don’t know...how about he lost the Pie’s second baby just last month?”
“It wasn’t him, Cloudy just said that there was some complications with the birth and the baby was bleeding too much.”
“How can we be sure that wasn’t a lie? He might have done something to her!”
“You are worrying too much and you are too paranoid, but if it’ll make you feel better then I will be there for you every step of the way.”
“That’s good, because I wan...UGGGH, hun the baby’s coming!”
True to Pinkie’s word, the moment that the three Earth ponies made their way through the doors of Sugarcube Corner, supper was laying on the table with two extra seats made for the visiting pie sisters. With a smile of gratitude and happiness, the three sisters took to their seats and began to eat their meal. Inkie began to spend her time talking and playing with the young twins and listening to the two discuss the usual stories of monsters and games that foals of their age would discuss. The dark grey mare couldn’t help but smile as she listened to the two, thinking about the days of her youth spent with her two older sisters. Turning her head, she looked to Blinkie who was busy talking to the pink mare on her left.
Blinkie sat there at the table with a look of amazement and wonder as Pinkie went through tale after tale of adventure that she and her 5 friends have gone on. At some of the stories, Blinkie could only shake her head at the sillier moments that had happened to her sister while at others she looked on in worry that something could’ve happened to her. Chuckling a smile came to her as she said, “Wow, some of those stories sound really dangerous when you hear them from a pony who lived it.”
“You mean, you guys have been paying attention back home?” Pinkie asked.
“Well, pop will sometimes get the newspaper and in there we’ll find some articles about an insane pink mare or something spectacular happening out there and it doesn’t take us long to figure out that its you out there. Then mom will get teary eyed and will find a way to save it in her scrapbook along with your letters.” Blinkie said as dinner began to wind down.
“She has? Wow!” Pinkie said, a big smile on her face as the realization hit her just how long her parents have been keeping an eye on her, “How long has that been going on?”
Blinkie smiled softly, “Since you went to work with the cakes.”
As Pinkie watched her two sisters help clean up around the table, she let out a little sniffle and wiped a small tear from her eyes. She had always wondered how her parents felt about her leaving, if they were glad that the little pink ball of chaos was gone, or if they hated her for not taking up the family business. Now she knew, that they would always be watching for her, always keep an eye out for her, and would always love her, blood or not. Getting up, she quickly made her way upstairs to go and fix up some sleeping mats for her two sisters.
Meanwhile, as Blinkie finished with the dishes, she watched as her soft spoken older sister began to read to the two foals along with their mother and father as they held them. A smile came across her face as she could see how good her shy sister was with kids and how much she loved being at home in a quiet place. She then took a look at the stairs leading up to Pinkie’s room and sighed. She had to admit, she was a little jealous of her three older sisters, Octavia and Pinkie both seemed to be happy where they were, and of Pinkie’s adventurous and lively attitude. While Inkie seemed to be the one most content with staying on the farm and raising a family with her folks, Blinkie wondered if that was what she actually wanted out of life. Her mind drifted back to earlier that day and how quickly she was able to set up a search for those files, and how much she was looking forward to finding out who Pinkie’s real parents are. She turned her head to look as Pinkie walked down the stairs to the living room and began to think if she could have the same type of spirit that her sister seemed to produce every minute.
Soon, it became time for the ponies to head to bed and the two mares followed Pinkie up th stairs to her room, only to discover Pinkie sitting on top of her bed with a little alligator at her side and a pillow in her hooves. Blinkie shook her head as Inkie walked a few feet to the side of her sister, “Really, Pinkie? A pillow fight? Aren’t you a little tired for that?” Blinkie asked as she got hit with a pillow in response.
“NOPE! The best part of any sleepover is to find as many activities as you can to get tired enough TO fall asleep, silly-willy,” Pinkie said as she brought out another pillow out of nowhere.
“Uh, Pinkie I don’t-Oh,” Inkie said as a pillow hit her in the face.
Blinkie looked at the pillow covered sister and then back to Pinkie as she picked up the fallen pillow, “Well then, EN GARDE!” Shen then leapt into the air and did a spinning slam with the pillow against Pinkie’s head. Giggling, the pink mare quickly returned the hit but was left open for a surprise attack by a tiny hit from Inkie. As Pinkie rolled off the side of the bed, Inkie was hit on the top of the head by Blinkie as she laughed heartily. A small smirk came to Inkie as she hit Blinkie’s side twice, messing up her light grey mane and causing her to fall onto the bed and dropping her pillow. Getting onto the bed with her young sister, Inkie slowly raised her pillow above her head, not seeing a pink poofy mane slowly rising to her left, a light blue and yellow bandana wrapped around the forehead.
“YO! I’m your worst nightmare,” Pinkie said as she popped up next to Inkie with a white shirt on her and a icicle pop on her side. With a yell of a wild mare, she leapt into the air and struck Inkie in the side with her pillow and then landed on top of Blinkie. A derraned look in her eyes was present as she drew out her icicle dagger and dragged it along Blinkie’s unprotected stomach, causing the young sister to giggle wildly. This distracted Pinkie long enough for Inkie to hit Pinkie from behind with another pillow.
IT did not take long before this battle for the ages soon dwindled down to nothing as the three sisters, tired from their ruckus, collapsed onto the bed together in a heap. The three ponies laid on the bed together, Inkie on top of Pinkie and Blinkie on Pinkie’s side and laying in such a way that it was impossible to tell if they were not siamese twins. Softly, Inkie began to snore as Pinkie leaned in and kissed her younger sister on the forehead and then did the same with Blinkie, “Night, my best presents ever.”
Blinkie smiled as she cuddled a little closer to her sister, “Hey, Pinkie...thank you.”
“For what?” Pinkie asked, feeling the urge to sleep drawing nearer.
“For lighting up me and Inkie’s lives for so long. You always found a way to make living on a grey rock farm, to be one of the most fun things on the planet,” Inkie said, a smile on her face as she looked at her sister.
“Hey, anything for some of the bestest best sisters I ever had,” Pinkie said, ruffling her sister’s grey mane.
Blinkie began to chuckle at her enthusasam, “See, this is what I am talking about. We’re trying to find your birth parents and you are not worried in the least. You are just looking at the bright side of things.”
Pinkie, a smile on her sleepy face, “Well, I figured I already have two sets of parents...what’s one more. Even better, if they have some kids with them, then I can have something to add to the 10 great siblings I have right now.”
“10?” Blinkie asked.
“Yes, 10 silly,” Pinkie said, bopping her sister’s nose, “You, Inkie, Octavia, Pound, Pumpkin, Applejack, Dashie, Twi-Twi, Rarity, and Fluttershy. 10.”
Blinkie chuckled, “Well, as long as they don’t mind having an insane, rambunctious, and adventurous sister in their midst, then I think we’ll get along great.”
Pinkie then nuzzled her sister’s neck, “Hey, you’re pretty awesome too.”
“No, I’m not. I can’t even decide if I should leave the farm or not. I mean, I know Inkie is fine with staying in the farm, but I don’t know if I am or if I want to go looking for mines and whatnot.” Blinkie said.
“Well then, I guess big sis will have to help you with that, won’t I?” Pinkie said, putting a hoof to Blinkie’s shoulder, “Did you have fun today, looking with us?” Blinkie nodded, “Do you mom and dad would still love you if you asked them for permission to leave,” she looked at another nod, “Then it’s simple, you can and you will love it.”
Small tears came to her and she put her forehead to her sister,” You make it sound easy.”
“It is, because...no matter what you do, big sis Pinkie, that mare who keeps you happy, will be there with you. Every,” Pinkie then empathized each word with a hoof, “Little. STEP. Because, that’s what a family does, blood or not.”
Blinkie smiled as she cuddled closer to her sister, and began to fall asleep, “Thanks Pinkie. You’re the best.”
“Love you too,” Pinkie said as she too fell asleep with her sisters.
“That’s it hun, just one more push and there we GO!”
“Oh Celestia, its done. Wait, why can’t I hear her, why can’t I hear my baby!”
“I’m sorry mam...she’s dead”
The next morning found the three stepping out of the corner and onto the streets of Ponyville with an energeticc look on their faces. Walking through the town, Pinkie turned to her sisters with a smile, “Don’t worry girls I am positive that today, we’ll find what we’re-OOF!”
“Gosh darn it, Pinkie! Watch where ya going,” Applejack said as she stood up and adjusted her hat, “Why are y’all in such a hurry?”
With assistance from her two sisters, Pinkie began to tell the entire story of yesterday’s events, “And that is when we ran into you and you asked me why I was so distracted, and I ran out of story because the rest isn’t done yet.”
Applejack stood there and took the entire story in, her mind taking everything in, “Well then,” Applejack said, smirking, “With a story like that, Ah guess Ah’ll just have to help ya find your mom and dad.”
Inkie looked at Applejack with wide eyes, “Oh, miss Applejack, please, you don’t need to help us at all. We’ll be fine.”
“Look, Ah know something about missing a family member and losing somepony close to ya,” Applejack said, looking down at the ground as she began to think about her own family, “And Ah can’t stand the thought that out there, somewhere, Pinkie’s birth maw and paw could be missing her.”
Blinkie looked at Applejack and smiled, “Thanks.”
Pinkie looked around, “Hey, Applejack, maybe you could start with helping us find the stallion who kidnapped me.”
Applejack arched an eyebrow, “Yer mom actually got a good look at him?”
“Nope,” Pinkie shook her head, “but me and the girls thought that maybe if we asked around town we could-” she was about to continue when suddenly she felt her tail corkscrew, the hairs on her back ruffle, and then her ears flopped, “Pinkie sense? Tail twist, back ruffle, and ear flop, but that means...” Pinkie’s eyes then shot up as she turned her head to an alley where a stallion in a doctor’s coat was running down an alleyway with a small newborn foal in his foreleg, “Girls! We got to go and stop that guy!”
As Applejack watched Pinki run off, she quickly began to chase after her, “What’s the problem Pinkie, it might be just a stallion takin his kid home for all you know.”
“Because, that combo usually means a kidnapping and I don’t recognize that stallion!” Pinkie said as the stallion turned to see the four mares coming at him and took off into the alley.
“Are you sure?” Blinkie asked, panting.
“I know every doctor in that hospital and if there was a newbie being entered today, I would’ve know...trust me,” Pinkie said as she continued to run, watching as the stallion ducked and ran through the streets.
“Ah got to admit, he knows his way around the town,” Applejack said.
Looking up at the roofs, a cunning smile came to the pink mare’s lips, “But he doesn’t know the rooftops. Applejack, I need a boost!”
With a smile, Applejack fell behind Pinkie Pie and put her forehooves out to push Pinkie Pie up into the air and onto the rooftops. The stallion, on the other hand, began to twist and turn around the streets of Ponyville, making sure to lead the three mares down wrong ways and dead ends until it got to the point where he thought that he lost them. Panting, he rested against the wall and looked at the mute bundle in his forehooves, a cruel smile on his mouth. Softly, he began to chuckle to himself, unknowing of the pink mare behind him, hanging by her tail.
“Exsqueeze me,” Pinkie said, tapping his shoulder, “BOO!” She then began to giggle as the stallion let out a yelp and go of the child from his grip, only to be caught by Pinkie in a mid-air flip.
“Give me the child you miserable BITCH!” The stallion said, reaching into his pocket and brought out a scalpel.
“Well, I would but my friends would get mad at me,” Pinkie said, holding the foal in her hooves protectively.
“Friends? What,” He then turned around to see an orange hoof punching him hard in the jaw, sending him into the wall.
Cracking her neck, Applejack walked slowly to the fallen stallion, “Now partner, you have some explaining to do. Why did you kidnap that foal, and if you are lying, then you get to meet mah other hoof!”
The stallion watched as Pinkie handed the foal over to Inkie, “ Because, I wanted to use her to finish what I started 20 years ago.”
“Use her? For what?” Inkie asked.
“For a sacrifice, see I found an ancient ritual that would summon a powerful luck djinn for me that would grant me any wish I wanted. The only thing is, I needed to sacrifice 12 newborns, one for every month.” Evily, the stallion began to laugh, “Being a doctor, I had an easy way to get to those little newborns. All I needed to do, was use a silencer spell on the foal, block it’s crying and use an illusion spell to make the baby look dead for the parents. Then, boom, I have the foal I want and the parents are none the wiser. Like that foal there, you should’ve seen her parents when I gave them the news that the baby was dead, it was going to be their third child and they thought they had lost her. HAHAHA! What pathetic creatures.”
Pinkie walked up to the stallion, her eyes with fear, “20 years ago, you did this before didn’t you?” The stallion then nodded in response, “In this town, you kidnapped a small pink foal with blue eyes, that was me.”
The stallion then looked at Pinkie and then let out a chuckle, “Oh yeah, I remember you now. You were going to be my last sacrifice until that rock farming bitch stopped me from getting to theARRGH”
Blinkie, a very angry and killer look in her eyes, punched the stallion hard in the face twice, “Don’t you DARE talk about mom like that! She is more of a pony, and has a better heart than you’ll ever have.”
Pinkie, her voice an uncharacteristic low, then asked, “Who did you kidnap me from, who were my parents. What did my mom look like?”
“Hell if I know. All I remember of her is how pathetically she cried when I took a picture of your ‘dead’ body and handed it to her. She was so pathetic, crying over that little filly she would never hold, when all I did was just make it look like you were dead with the illusion spell. What a-AHHHHHHHHHHH!” He screamed as Applejack put a hoof to the stallion’s chest and began to forcefully push, making several ribs crack.
“Ah’m not going to kill you for all of the crimes that you did, Ah aint no excutioner. Though in your case, Ah almost want to make an exception. But, you are going to the police and you will get your just rewards then.”
“It’ll be ok hun, I’ll help you through it.”
“Thank you”
Within a few minutes, the police had come by and picked up the doctor while Inkie left to give the foal back to her parents. Pinkie smiled at the thought of the foal’s mom and dad being happy to see her alive before letting out a sorrowful sigh and looked down at her pendant that she had been given yesterday, “It’ll be all right sugarcube. We’ll find yer mom and paw somewhere.”
Pinkie looked up at Applejack, smiling, “I know Applejack, it’s just that...he was our best lead and now we have nothing but this.” Pinkie said, holding up her pendant.
Applejack took a long look at the smashed pendant, “Wait a sec. Let me see that,” Applejack then put the pendant in her hooves and began to examine the shape, “Why it looks like...Pinkie come with me!”
Pinkie Pie could only let out a yelp as she was quickly pulled by Applejack by the forehoof and through Ponyville to her farm at Sweet Apple Acres. Once there, Applejack made her wade to the old farmhouse and opened the door, “Granny, Ah need to talk to you!”
“What is is it Applejack, can't a mare get her sleep once in awhile?” Granny Smith asked as she walked slowly to the front door and saw Pinkie, “Oh, you brought a friend with you? What do you need?”
Applejack looked at her grandmother with a sense of urgancy, “Granny I to see the box for a minute.”
“Sure thing child,” Granny Smith said as she walked slowly to the back of her house and pulled out a box with a bright red apple on the front.
“The box?” Pinkie Pie asked, eyebrow arched in curiousity.
“Its an apple family tradition, Pinkie. Every time a new foal is born into our family, the eldest member makes an individual apple pendant for that foal, as a way of saying that a new apple has sprouted on the tree,” Applejack said as Granny brought the box to them and opened it, showing a black indentation of a tree with a bunch of apple pendants laying inside, each individually colored and written with a small symbol. Looking at the bottom of the tree, Applejack smiled, “And when a child is lost, we take the pendant away to show we lost one. See, here’s Big MAc’s,” Applejack said, pointing to a shiny red pendant with a small tree, “That’s mine,” she then pointed to a small red apple with a leg on it, “That’s Applebloom’s,” then to a small pink pendant with a hammer on it, “And then...”Applejack then pointed to an empty slot, right between Applebloom and Applejack.
Curiously, Pinkie took out her small pendant and then placed it into the small indention and watched in amazement as it fit perfectly, “Oh my goodness, but that means...”
Granny Smith looked down at the box and then back at Pinkie before walking off to get a picture album, “Ah don’t believe it. A-After all of this time!”
Applejack looked at the box in shock, “But, Ah don’t get it, how could this be...”
Granny Smith then came back with a picture album and opened it up to show a picture of a small, pink newborn foal, wrapped in small cloth and with a time of birth and death written under it, “It happened when you were about two years old Applejack. Your mom and dad decided that wanted to have another foal around the house to be with you, one closer to your age than Big Macintosh. But, when it came time for the delivery of the new foal, the doctor began to talk of complications and problems with the baby inside your mother’s womb. Something about the umbilical cord being tied around the neck and that the baby was going into something called fetal distress. When your mom gave birth to you...the doctor said that the foals heart had gone too fast and that it suddenly stopped. We never heard a cry coming from the baby and from what it looked like, the baby was dead. But I still wanted to honor tradition so I gave the newborn the pendant before the doctor took the baby away.”
Pinkie took a long look at the picture, seeing her newborn face looking back at her and then back at the pendant, “But, that’s my pendant. Applejack, do you know what this means?”
Tears came to Applejack as she smiled bigger than she ever had in her life, “It, means that Pinkie...you’re mah sister!”
Tears now not stopping from Pinkie, she quickly wrapped her legs around Applejack’s neck and gave her a giant hug,” WELCOME TO THE PIE FAMILY, APPLEJACK!”
“No,” Applejack said as she took her hat and put it on top of Pinkie’s head, “Welcome to the Apple family, Pinkie!” With that, she gave Pinkie Pie another hug and stayed like that until Inkie and Blinkie came to the house.
Blinkie, a smile on her face, “Can we join in, big sis?”
Applejack looked up at the two grey ponies and smiled as she nodded her head and had the two join in the embrace.
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A few hours later, Twilight sat in the Golden Oak library and looked at the three ponies before her, “So, do you know why Applejack wanted us to meet here?”
A yellow pegasus shook her head slowly, “No, but according to her she said it was very important.”
At that, a door was quickly opened and standing in the doorway with a bright smile on her face was Applejack, “Girls, Ah want you to meet the newest member of the Apple family!”
Rarity, a white unicorn, looked at her friend, “Who? Applejack, do you mean that you’re...”
“No silly, she’s talking about somepony else,” Pinkie Pie stepped out from behind Applejack and put her leg around Applejack and gave her a big hug, “She meant me.”
A rainbow maned pegasus flew in the air and began to take in the scene, “Wait, you two don’t mean that you are?”
Applejack had a big grin on her face, “Yep, we are. She’s my sister.”
“Oh my, congratulations,” the yellow mare said walking up and giving the two sisters a hug.
“You know, this probably can explain a few things about her randomness,” Rainbow Dash said as she floated down.
“Maybe that’s why the spell gave Pinkie Applejack’s cutie mark,” Twilight said walking up to the growing group, “Maybe in that history, Pinkie had found out about her family bond a lot sooner than later.”
Rarity then put a hoof to her chin, “But what about her Pinkie sense? I thought that was a family trait.
“Well, it is, but I also need to know timing for a good joke,” Pinkie Pie said with a giggle as the door opened to reveal Blinkie standing there panting.
“Pinkie, I have news. It’s about mom,” BLinkie said with a smile.
As the news struck Pinkie’s pink ears, a big smile came to her face.
A week later, and down at Sweet Apple Acres, a big banner hung above the barn that read, “Apple Pie reunion” in bright pink and red letters. The Cakes, long considering themselves as part of the family for Pinkie, were there with their young foals and helping the family to make the treats and cakes. As a dark grey mare walked down the field to the barn, watching all of the partying and the excitement going on, she soon found an old green mare rocking on her chair, “Oh, miss Smith, there you are. I needed to talk to you.” Cloudy said.
“Oh just call me Granny dear, everypony does,” Granny Smith said.
“Ok, Granny,” Cloudy said, putting her hoof through her mane, “I just wanted to say, I am sorry for keeping Pinkie away from you so long.”
Granny Smith smiled, “Don’t be. You protected her for 20 long years and helped to bring her back to us. I can’t thank you enough for that and as far as I am concerned, you are as much as my daughter as my dear Apple Blossom was.”
Cloudy let out a small chuckle as she sat with the old mare, “You’re welcome. Speaking of your kids...where’s Applejack?”
The mare in question stood in front of two graves near an old tree, standing next to a pink mare, “You know, for so long, I kept trying to find something to make me feel a little better whenever the day of Dad’s death came around, much like how I focused on Applebloom’s birth to make me forget mom’s death. Now, Ah’ll remember this day as the day, Ah found my little sister again.”
Pinkie Pie ran a hoof through her mane, “I just wished I knew them.”
“They would’ve loved you, trust me,” Applejack said as she hugged her sister, “Hey, Pinkie-tomorrow me and the family were going to do some traveling to make some deliveries, want to come?”
Pinkie responded with a smile and another hug.
Dear Princess Celestia
Pinkie Pie and Applejack ran from the tree to the family gathering where they began to dance and sing the day away.
About a week ago, I found out that my mom and dad were not really my mom and dad, but that I was adopted. I supposed I should’ve been upset or mad but,
Pinkie Pie then walked to her mother and gave her a big and tight hug, trying not to let go for a while.
I wasn’t. I think because I knew deep down, what a family really is. It’s not blood or who donated what to make you, but it’s love and caring that makes you a family. A family is the one who loves you no matter what your choices,
Blinkie stands before her parents and begins to talk to them, a kind and understanding look in their eyes.
Your lifestyle,
Pinkie bounces up and down on her trampoline before leaping into Applejack to give a tackle hug.
Or your friends.
A purple alicorn watches all of this from above as she lowers down from a cloud to grab a piece of cake, before getting a surprise ice cube down her back by a blue pegasus.
I guess what I am saying is that, I am very lucky to have three families, the one that raised me, the Cakes, who help keep me safe and warm at home, and the family I made at home: The Apples, along with some of the best sisters I ever had.
Pinkie Pie stands next to Applejack and Applebloom as a blue pegasus lines up a shot to take a picture of the Apples, standing with the Cakes, and the Pies standing behind them.
A family is the one who loves you and will always be with you, even when you can’t see them, and I will never forget that.
Sincerely,
Pinkamena Diane Apple-Pie
We’re Apples forever,
Apples together
We’re family but so more!
Author's Note
PHEW! Did this one go through some edits from my head to here
First, I got inspired by the video where we saw Pinkie with the Apples and singing about family. So it got me to thinking, what if part of the reason is that we find out that Pinkie was adopted, her mother was an apple all along and that is why she is so bright compared to her family. Not that I think they would go this route.
Second, it was how I was going to do it, at first I was going to have the two being twins and she was kidnapped and AJ's mom and dad never said anything. I was afraid this might've made them look bad. The next thing I thought of trying was saying they were half sisters, its just that Mrs. Apple or Mrs pie was knocked up before any marriage happened. Thr problem from this came in the fact that if I said it was mrs. Apple and Mr. Pie before he got married, Mrs. Apple would look slutty, and if itn was Mrs. Pie before she got married, then it might make her look like a homewrecker. So that was out, then this idea came and it worked from there. This story also went through so many title changes: Apples together, Apples forever, and lastly the current title.
See, this is why I should stop watching videos and reading the offical books (yes, I have the pinkie Pie chapter book and I am enjoying it) it gives me horrible ideas.
