Abrupt Sense of Flames

  Your eyes gleam open, awaking from your slumber. You haven’t had a hard time sleeping since you got here. You guess that your mind doesn’t even try to think about that kind of stuff so you can sleep. Your right fore hoof stretches straight upwards as your left uncovers your bed sheet, using your legs to assist you.

  You sit up and glance around the room. You notice that Cherry is snug inside her bed but no Twilight. “Where’s Twilight?” You think out loud. Were is she? Well she never came back to the library yesterday, at least not to your knowledge. Maybe she was downstairs.

  That’s enough for you to get out of bed and go check. You don’t wake Cherry; she’s so cute when she sleeps! You make your way down to the second floor, no Twilight. You go down to the first floor, still no Twilight. ‘Im sure she’ll show up sooner or later.”

  You ascend your way back up to your room (or at least where you sleep) and remember that you haven’t even opened the invitation that Pinkie gave you. You slide it off your nightstand and begin to slowly pierce the insanely pink letter open, extracting its contents. A brightly colorful piece of paper, loaded with stickers and paint. It reads “Hello and I would like to invite you to a Super Duper Spectacular Welcoming party as the guest of honor. There will be punch, cake, muffins, cupcakes, sweets and dancing! It’s at Mr. and Mrs. Cakes at 2:00. Sincerely your bestest friend, Pinkie Pie.

  You giggle slightly under your breath from her ecstatic letter. Well what are you going to wear? Oh right, you don’t wear clothes. ‘Well that’s not a problem then’ you think as you initiate your way towards Cherry to finally wake her.

  “Come on Cherry wake up. We’ve got a party to go to!” You tell her encouragingly. Her eyes leisurely open, squinting at first. Her right hoof takes her face as her other assists her up by propping her elbow up below her. She sits there for a while. She gets up, slightly tripping on her bag which lay empty on the floor next to her. She regains her balance impressively fast and goes straight to the bathroom, slamming the door.

  After some more eggs and exploring around the library you gather Cherry and head out towards your party. You bring the invitation with you just incase there is some need for it to get in, which you doubt. About 15 minutes later and you come up on Sugarcube corner; you espy some streamers and balloons hanging from the sweets shop, which apparently from her invitation is Mr. and Mrs. Cakes’ store.

  You approach the door and open it. About 30 ponies are in this place. There are tables of cakes, sweets, punch, cupcakes, and other things. She wasn’t lying in her invitation. You didn’t doubt it much because she does work here. ‘These Pink mare’s parties must be good’ you think as you clop your first hoof onto the tiles, alerting Pinkie.

  “Oh HI! This is your ‘Welcome to Ponyville’ party!” She screams as she runs off and pulls a string that was hanging from the ceiling. Confetti bursting from each side of the room, radiating all over the room as many ponies cheer as they dance. You glace around the room to see if there is anyone you notice. Trying to look over the crowd, you see nopony.

  About an hour into the party you remain near the punch, slowly sipping your cup and refilling it as Pinkie stands next to you and talks. You zone her out most of the time, but you begin to pay attention as she begins to talk about Twilight. You want to know more about her because you will be working with her. She talks about her other friends also. You listen to all of it just so when ever something about Twilight pops in there you are there to catch it.

  You learn that Applejack (The one who ‘touched’ you) is one of her friends. She doesn’t seem bad at all from how Pinkie Pie explains her. She works on Sweet Apple Acres so that would explain all the apples. She has a large Apple family and Pinkie has formed a crush for her brother “Big Mac”, who ever that is.

  She also tells you about how she and Dashie got into an Iron Pony competition. Dashie sound a bit strange to you so you step in.

  “Im sorry but who is ‘Dashie’?” You ask, tilting you head a bit.

  “Oh! That’s Rainbow Dash! Would you like to talk to her? She’s here!” She asks. She runs off to fetch her friend. None of your attempts to stop her work. You don’t want to talk to yet another strange mare, at least you don’t after noticing the effect you can have on them. It’s ok talking to Pinkie because it doesn’t seem that she’s into you. Her feelings reside with that fucking crazy ‘Allpejack’s’ brother.

  Not to much later Pinkie returns, dragging a refraining cyan Pegasus with a rainbow colored mane and her strikingly bright eyes. Something about her colors seems so familiar to you but you don’t know where you would have seen them before. Also something about seeing her just makes your heart warm and feels as if your mother is holding you, rocking you back and forth.

  She slides over towards you, rebelliously pushing against her friend, muttering something out of her maw. When Pinkie ceases her pushing the cyan mare makes contact with your eyes. The beautifully sculpted and illuminated eyes of this multi-colored mare, her face flabbergasted as your eyes meet hers. An awkward silence forms around you and her. Speechless. ‘Great, she probably knows about what you did to Twilight, being her friend and all.’

  Pinkie splits the ice, “So!” She nudges you, “This is Rainbow Dash! And Dashie, this is…” Pinkie continues. You zone out again, lost in ‘Dashies’ perplex features. Something about this mare is making your mind shut down all spare functions and limelight on her. You’ve never felt this way before. Not for anypony.

  Rainbow is the first to speak, “Um, hi. So uh, you’re new around here.” Her voice fractionally directed to you.

  “Yeah…Im uh…” ‘What the hell is happening’ “Um… it’s…” ‘GOD DAMN IT MAN. TELL HER YOU’RE NAME’. “It’s Beautiful.” ‘WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU!?!’

  She giggles a bit. That makes your head drop even more things. Almost 100 percent of your brain is concentrating on her; the only thing left is breathing and standing. ‘Nope I take that back, not standing’ as your eyes fill with black.