What Wasn't Suppose to Happen Makes the Situation all the More Right.

Chapter 1: Social Norms, HA!

Nighttime in Ponyville, Sugarcube corner to be exact. It’s seemingly delicious exterior twinkled oh so subtly in the moonlight, reflected by the thin layer of snow. The cupcake donning the crown of the building being the most brilliant example. Its' owners were gone for the time being with their children, to visit some family in Fillydelphia. So instead of them occupying the bakery the sole occupant that night was the Cakes ‘adopted’ daughter, Pinkie Pie.

The pink pony laid in her bed, strewn across it really. Her blanket the same color as her mane, was only partially covering her body. Running up her right leg the blanket laid diagonally across her abdomen, and finally hanging over her left breast. Pinkie’s entire body was illuminated by the moonlight coming in from the window, her bed horizontal to said window. Her soft snoring was the only sound in the lavishly frilly room, with decorations of little girls most wildest fantasies realized.

Her dreams, containing past adventures with her friends, made the mare of laughter giggle even in her sleep. Pinkie’s sleep was disrupted though when she heard some shuffling on the roof.

“I hear shuffling on the roof.” she said to herself, sitting up from her bed.

Without a care in the world she skipped out of her room and down the stairs. Opening the front door, she ignored the snow and looked at the roof. Nothing was there, and that was odd considering patches of snow were missing. The pony wasn’t concerned though, she went back into the inside of her house without sparing the incident another thought.

Her pink pillow was graced by her fluffy mane once again. Dream land seeming so enticing at the moment. She didn’t get a chance however, as her pinkie sense shot adrenaline through her veins. Pinkie’s left cheek twitched and her tail began to wag, which commonly translates roughly into, griffon attack. For the second time tonight she opened her eyes. They quickly became fixated upon the golden claw hovering above her head. The claw trembled just above her, being held back by something invisible.

Apparently the attacker saw the ponies blue eyes and they retracted their weapon. The pattering of feet running away rang in Pinkie’s ears. In a second Pinkie appeared in front of the intruder, causing them to stagger backwards.  The sound of small water droplets dancing on the floor was the only noise in the room.

“Hey, who are you? What are you doing here? Did you get lost? Are you cold? Did you know it was winter? Why were you walking outside during winter? Did you get lost? Do you need a place to stay? *Sharp inhale* Do you want a sleep over?” Pinkie asked in a quick barrage.

The figure was still, unsure of what to do next. Taking a step to the right, the pony mirrored the action. A move to the left resulted in the same thing. Despite the darkness, anger was apparent in the silhouettes shaking. It only took a few more seconds for Pinkies eyes to develop to the darkness enough for her to see the potential assailant.

“Gilda is that you?! Long time no see. . . You wanted a sleepover?” Pinkie asked. manipulating her forehead muscles.

“Uhh.” Gilda said backing away towards the window.

“Where are you going now?” Pinkie asked now behind Gilda.

“Wait, how. . .When did you--”

“This is my domain, I’m everywhere and I’m everything at once.” Pinkie explained with a smile.

“. . .”

“So what were you doing here again?”

Gilda gulped audibly. Sweat started to fall profusely from her head and body. Even her normally harsh eagle glare, felt weak under the the wide eyes of the pink pony. She shifted back and forth, not knowing how to answer the question without being as blunt as possible.

“I was here to hurt you.”

“Oh, is that all?”

“Is that all. Is that all! IS THAT ALL!?!” Gilda shouted almost stumbling over her words. She lifted her claw back in the air and moved to strike Pinkie, but again she stopped just next to the ponies head. Her face contorted with rage, her eyes showing anguish and frustration.

”I figured that this was the case. You’re still just an angry griffon. Loud and rude but not physically violent.” Pinkie said nonchalantly.

“Don’t you belittle me like that.”

“I would never do that.”

“Cut the crap, don’t you dare say that you didn’t mean for any of this to happen!”

“Any of this.” Pinkie spoke with an incredulous tone.

“It’s probably all been apart of your plan starting at the party. How can I make the griffons life as hard as possible. First, make my best friend hate me, then everypony else!”

“The party pranks was part of Dashie’s plan, not mine. ” Pinkie said uncomfortably.

“Was she the one who put the buzzer on your hoof? Was she the one to taint the candy in your shop, was she the one who put the fake candles on the cake you made?” Gilda said pointing an accusing claw. “Don’t think that I don’t know about you ponies either. I heard about the ‘elements of harmony’, and Dash is loyalty. She took the fall for you, didn’t she? She was being loyal to her friends when they were accused of something wrong, even if they did.”

“Sure, fine, I did set up those pranks. But did it to try to make you who, scared an old mare, stole, and made my best friend cry, a little more humble. See that you aren’t above any of us."

“How? By making me the laughing stock of the town. By having everypony laugh at me, and degrade me to my boiling point? I see where you're coming from, it was such a great idea!” Gilda spat sarcastically.

“Gilda, it might come as a surprise, but I really wanted to be your friend, I still do. I just want you to stop being so mean to everypony else.”

“Like you would want to be friends with me.”

“What do you mean?”

“Oh like you don’t know. I’m Gilda, The evil griffon in Equestria.” she remarked with  sarcasm dripping from her beak.

“No, I don’t know.” Pinkie said with a tone far more empathetic, much to the surprise of Gilda.

“Really? After the incident in Ponyville, I couldn’t go anywhere without being looked at as a monster. Apparently word spread quickly. I’ve been shunned and left in the cold by everypony; and no matter how hard I tried to be accepted, most ponies didn’t even know what a griffon was, so they figured I was naturally like how I was--”

“Kinda, are.” Pinkie interjected.

“No, you aren’t going to put this on me. It was your fault that I acted the way I did!”

“You were the one to attack, threaten, and berated us. You even dropped me from the sky!” Pinkie’s tone turned defensive.

“One, if I really wanted to hurt you, I would of dropped you straight down, not toss you in a spiral so your impact is softened. Two, did you ever think about this from my point of view? I had ONE friend in this world, and I didn’t get to see her for years. Then the first time I do, who is the pony that kept interrupting us, you.”

“I’m Dashie’s friend too! I also wanted to be your friend. You shut me out.”

“I didn’t. . . want to at first.”

“You brushed me off from the very beginning.” Pinkie said growing confused.

“I just wanted a few hours with my friend, alone. Honestly, I did want to go pranking with you guys, but is it wrong to ask for some alone time with Dash? Apparently so since she hates my very being, do you know what that’s like to have the one pony that you’ve ever cared for say ‘I hate you’.

Pinkie was taken aback. For as long as she knew the pegasus, hating other ponies wasn’t in her nature. Gilda’s face however showed that she was speaking from the heart. Her feathers dripped from the melting snow. Her body's glistening stature was the most apparent, but the two sparkling streaks down her face garnered the limelight.

“I-I came here to hurt you, to make you suffer. But I just can’t. Despite what everyone might think, I’m not. . . I’m not. . .”

“You’re not a monster.” Pinkie whispered as she engulfed the griffon in a warm hug.

The embrace sent a shiver down Pinkies spine. The cold water from the melted snow on Gildas body found it way past Pinkies fur. However, she showed no signs of release. Gilda didn’t recoil from the touch at first, in fact she melted into it. For a few seconds she forgot who was holding her and she relished in the comfort from another living being. Then, Reality hit her just as quick.

“No, not you, let go of me!” Gilda shouted trying to push Pinkie off her, the effort futile with her arms trapped.

“. . .”

“Why won’t you just let me go?!?”

Pinkie squeezed tighter.

“Agh!” Gilda said pushing harder on Pinkie’s head with her own.

The pony closed tight her eyes, and she closed any possible gap between the two of them. Pinkies limbs wrapped tighter, not enough to suffocate, but enough to inhibit movement. Gilda struggled, but over the matter of minutes she succombed to the opposite force. The warmth was so foreign, so unexpected. It had been so long since anyone, of any species, showed Gilda this kind of compassion. Gently she rested her head on the fluffy pink mane, sobbing softly into it.

“I hated you. . . I wanted you gone from my life forever. . . Why treat me like--”

“A friend? Because you are. I realize that you've done things in that past that are disrespectful, but I’d being lying if I  said I didn’t play at least some part in it. I feel responsible for any pain that you’ve dealt with, so I want to make up for it now.” the pink pony elaborated calmly, her forehead resting on the griffons chest.

Both griffon and pony sunk into the same position they stood, the weight of the situation proving to great. Together they exchanged water onto one anothers fur/hair for another few minutes, never separating from one another. Pinkie began to nuzzle gently into Gilda’s chest, like a child into soft pillows. Gilda, returning the motion into Pinkies mane . At the ten minute mark, a gentle yawn escaped Gilda's mouth.

“Is someone tired?” Pinkie asked gently into the salt damp tears.

“I guess.” Gilda blushed lightly.

“Well, then I guess it’s time for sleep.” Pinkie said. . . Lifting Gilda up and carrying her to the bed.

“P-P-Pinkie, what are you doing?” Gilda inquired, shocked at the strength demonstrated by the pink mare.

“There’s only one bed in this room, so it’s where we’ll sleep. Besides you’re tired so I thought I would help you out.”

Gilda remained silent as she was placed under a thick pink blanket in the mares bed. Pinkie had placed her on the bedside closest to the window. Pinkie then climbed into the bed as well, getting under the blanket and snuggling close to Gilda

“Are you still cold and wet? Don’t worry, I’ll take care of that.”

The element of laughters’ small smile was illuminated by the still strong moonlight. A warmth filled Gildas chest, as Pinkie held Gilda, and vice versa. Gilda snaked her tail in between her legs, around the ponys waist, and then around her own, tying the two together. Pinkie draped her tail over Gildas hip, a secondary rope it became. The drum like heartbeat from Gilda lulled Pinkie to sleep. Pinkies sweet smelling mane toxified the griffons mind, leading her on a euphoric trip into her own dreams.

In their peace, neither of them noticed the presence of the Princess Luna outside the window.