Pinkie Stew

by RainbowScratch

Rating: everyone
Tags: Lyra, Original Character, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Comedy, Romance, Bon-Bon, Pinkie Pie, Human, Sad
Length: 6389

Stewart wakes up in Equestria to be greeted by Pinkie Pie.

Stewart likes Pinkie Pie, a lot, but when he finds himself in Equestria with the pink pony, what will he do?

Pic done by the amazing SlightInsanity
http://slightinsanity.deviantart.com/

Published 2012-03-11 03:44:02 UTC
Last updated 2012-04-02 01:02:09 UTC

Pinkie Stew

Keys clattering to the table was the only indication Stewart had returned home from work. His apartment silent, barren. He walked into the kitchen. Cupcake mix... boxes of it, all stacked on the counter in the shape of a little house.

“Good afternoon, Pinkie!” Stewart said, smiling to the plastic figure. “Am I glad to be home, you’ll never believe the day I had...” He sighed sadly and gently picked up the toy on the way into the living room.

Stewart slumped into his office chair, lazily spinning to face the picture on the wall. He looked for a long while. The picture was familiar; a blue pony with a brown shaggy mane, nose to nose with a pink, cotton-candy maned pony. Pinkie Pie. “If only.” He thought, smirking at the idea as he turned to face the Pinkie Pie figure he placed by his monitor.

“What a thought, eh Pinkie?” He clicked the Chrome icon and proceeded to check the days events.

After some time sitting at the computer, Stewart had moved to the couch to watch TV. “Heck yeah, Pinkie, ‘A Friend in Deed!’ Wanna sing with me?” He looked at the toy , then back at the TV, beaming.

As the episode progressed he sang along with the songs, even rattled off a few of the lines. To someone that doesn't know him, he would seem crazy, but to all of his friends on BronyNet, this was normal Stewart. They all loved him for who he was, and besides, its his favorite episode, everybrony sings or says the lines of his favorite pony.

After the episode Stewart told Pinkie Pie all about his day, the good, bad, and just plain odd things that happened around the office earlier in the day. Somehow he felt as if the plastic figure could hear him, and understand what all was happening, then again, its bound to happen when you work at a soul-sucking cubical farm like he did...

After what seemed like forever, Stewart noticed the time, 11:37PM. “Woah, Pinkie, I gotta get to bed so I can wake up in time to see tomorrow's episode!” He took Pinkie to his room and sat her on the dresser, and excitedly hopped into bed.

You know those nights, when all you can think about is the next day, and you can’t sleep at all...? Stewart fell asleep almost instantly. You’d think with the new episode, and it being the weekend, one would stay up until the early morning doing who knows what. Not tonight though, sleep took him quickly and the room around him faded to black.

He woke suddenly to a loud gasp and a familiar sound. “uggh... is that...?” His sentence cut short by a blast of confetti and streamers.

“Welcome! Welcome! Welcome!”

“Gah!” Stewart looked at this pony in disbelief, “You’re...”

“HI! I'm Pinkie Pie! Welcome to...”

“Ponyville?” His jaw slowly dropped, he rose to his feet... err, hooves.

He looked down and realized he was looking at blue legs, and where his hands should be... two hooves. The same sight greeted him when he looked back, only, he saw the white computer mouse on his flank. The only thing he could manage was a small peep. His voice cracked and he looked back at Pinkie. “What. The. Hay.”

“Who are YOU? I know everypony around here, and I've never seen YOU! That means you’re new!”

“S-Stewart. I’m Stewart.” “He looked in her blue eyes and sighed softly. “So... AWESOME!”

“Sooooo... What brings you to Ponyville?!” She said, eyes wide and full of excitement

“I... I’m not sure, really.” He said, looking around at the world around him, trying to take in what was going on.

“Come with me!” Pinkie said, and sprung into the air and happily bounced toward the town.

Stewart wobbled a bit, and started to walk. He didn’t make it too far before stumbling. “Pinkie, I uh..” He took another step forward, “Wait... I. Yeah I got this!” It was surprisingly easy to get used to walking as a pony, he thought, once he took his mind off of all this.

“Come on silly colt!” Pinkie called back, oblivious to Stewart’s little mistake, thank Celestia.

After catching up to Pinkie Pie, Stewart looked around at all the ponies around him, most, were just going about their daily tasks. A few ponies were sharing tables, and looked rather familiar. “Woah, so they really are together?” Looking directly at a mint-green pony and one that he could only assume was Bon-Bon, as they sipped the same drink. He crashed violently into Pinkie, who abruptly stopped.

“Gah, I'm sorry!” He said loudly. Pinkie stared dead-ahead at a rather fantastically sized gingerbread house.

“That is HUGE!” In the blink of an eye Pinkie was inspecting the house from every angle, before leaving 10 bits on the counter, and seemed to teleport back to Stewart’s side.

“Isn’t it amazing? i saw it and decided it would be the most amazingly amazing welcome gift in the whole wide world!”

“Y...You really didn’t have to, Pinkie.”

“I know!” she exclaimed while messing his mane with her hoof. “Why were you sleeping in the bushes, Stew?”

Stewart looked confused for a moment, “Oh, yeah, I love sleeping in the bushes... I really like... the twigs.” Stewart laughed nervously.

Pinkie laughed and smiled, “Good one!”

“Whew,” He thought, “That's a start Stew.”

“OHHHHH!” Pinkie hopped into the air and seemed to fly to a near by ice cream stand. “I’ll take a tub of ice cream!” The ice cream pony more than happily took her bits in trade for the container of frozen cream, he even tossed in a bag of cherries for free! Stewart got an idea.

“Pinkie! Want to see some magic?”

“Are you loco in the coco? Earth ponies can’t do MAGIC, duh.”

“Watch me! I need that ice cream and the cherries!” He took the bag in his mouth and Pinkie set the ice cream on the ground by his hooves.

“Ice cream magic? That sounds REALLY fun!” Exclaimed Pinkie, a mile-wide smile painting her face.

Stewart picked up a cherry and placed it under the lid of the ice cream, then gently standing on it with one hoof. “Now, watch closely!” Stewart looked up to the sky, readjusted his mouth and looked back down at Pinkie, but to his surprise she was a lot closer than he realized. Pinkie had pulled her head back a bit and looked up at Stewart, who was still standing on the Ice cream.

“Ta-da?” He said around the cherry clenched in his teeth. Pinkie tried to hide a giggle, but Stewart saw something in her eyes. That something made him look away and eat the cherry, trying to play it off.

Pinkie happily hopped to his side again, “How in Equestria did you get the cherry out of the tub?” She was shaking the tub ferociously, trying to remove the lid.

“I had two cherries. Hid one in my mouth, and the other is still in there, but uh, I think I closed it a bit too well. Let me try!”

He awkwardly held the container in his hooves and bit at the edges of the lid. Stewart looked rather odd chewing a plastic container, Pinkie broke into laughter and rolled on the ground next to him. Finally Stewart gave up and just sat. Pinkie gathered herself and wiped tears from her big blue eyes. “You’re great Stew!” She chimed.

After several hours of talking, laughing, and even pranking a few of the local ponies, Pinkie and Stewart ended up walking on the trail used for the “Running of the Leaves” every year. Pinkie, hopping along as usual with Stewart close behind, confidently cantering down the dirt path.

“Stew, Where do you live at?” Pinkie asked in an oddly calm tone, “I can tell you don’t really live around here...”

“I um... Its really hard to explain Pinkie. I live... well. I think it’s a long way away.”

“So you sleep in bushes far away from your house...?” She asked jokingly, but the unusual calmness of her voice reassured him that she was serious.

“I live here Pinkie. I’m looking for a place near here to live.” He said with a smile and a nod.

Pinkie Pie just looked at him, he face slowly turning into the biggest smile in all of Equestrian history. “You can stay with the Cakes and I! I’m sure we have an extra room you can stay in for a few days!”

“Gosh Pinkie... I..”

“Just let your good pal Pinkie Pie handle this, silly pony.” She said as she placed a hoof to her head in a salute. The pink pony wrapped her leg around his and pulled him along playfully. “Hi-ho, hi-ho. Off to Pinkie’s house we go!”

Stewart was happy.

Pinkie burst through the door with a smile that can only be described as unnatural. Stewart entered the building without such a scene, and followed Pinkie up the stairs to the bedrooms.

Pinkie stopped and gasped loudly, looking at a note taped to her door.

“Dear Pinkamina,

Mrs. Cake, the foals and I, have been booked to cater an event for the Princesses. We will be staying in Canterlot for the remainder of the week. Keep watch on the store, and don’t burn the place down please.

~Mr. Cake”

“Stewart! Do you know what this means...?”

“Um... no?”

“We can make a couch fort! I’ll get the blankets and pillows, go... find the room with the fireplace!”

“Alrighty then!” Stewart laughed and shook his head. “Cool! When I shake my head my mane shakes too!”

Stew wandered off to find the living room. He passed a few doors that had notes addressed to Pinkie, most of them telling her not to enter. He could see why though, she did tend to... well, enter a room. Actually, more like kick the door in and fly inside. Stewart found a large open room with a couch and chair, and a large fireplace. Shortly after finding the room, Pinkie Pie lept from behind the couch and tackled Stewart in a mess of blankets and legs and cotton-candy mane.

“Gottchya silly colt!” Pinkie giggled.

“ I was... admiring the...” Stewart was interrupted when Pinkie poked his nose with her hoof and said “Boop!”

“I got you again!” She wiggled her way out of the mess of blankets and stood on her hind legs, “Pinkie is mastah of stealth!”

Stewart blinked and she was gone. “Shes kinda cute when she does that.” Stew laughed inside his head and started to build a fort out of the blankets. “You’ll never get me in here Pinkie!” He set up some couch cushions and pillows as walls, and a blanket over the top. “Oh Pinkie? Come out, come out!”

Pinkie watched Stew build the fort, set up the blanket and try to hide inside his ‘castle’ all from right behind him. She ducked low and crept up behind him, a board creaked, Pinkie’s ears perked up just as Stewart turned around fast.

The ponies were statues, neither moved or dared breathe.

Pictures can say a thousand words, but so could Pinkie. Yet... Stewart couldn’t help but wonder how he managed to leave the pinkie pony speechless. “It’s now or never Stew, go for it.” Stewart slowly leaned in, closed his eyes and kissed the filly. “ohmygosh, ohmygosh, ohmygosh!” Stewart’s mind raced, the day’s events were all quite strange, but felt right. Feeling Pinkie kiss him back, and pull him into a warm embrace, was almost too much for him to comprehend, that didn’t matter now, though. Stewart had rendered her silent, and with a kiss, said more than she had all day.

Stewart opened his eyes slowly. Confused, he looked around the room, he knew this room. The bed underneath him felt familiar... It was his own. He looked around the room and sighed heavily. No Pinkie... No Equestria... Just home. “This, Pinkie, is where I live...” He said softly, a single tear falling down his cheek.

A Party With Pinkie

Months ago, Stewart had a dream. He was a blue shaggy maned pony, was greeted and spent the day with his favorite pink pony. Every night, Stewart tried to recreate or even continue the dream, but it always seemed to elude him. Today may just change that...

***

The day started with a knock at the door, Stewart wasn’t expecting anyone today so he was in no hurry to get up. After a few more knocks, he decided to see who it was.

As he opened the door he spotted a box... he knew this box, most Bronies do. The box read “Give to Good Home.” Stewart looked at it, carefully tapping it with his foot, to be sure it didn’t have any surprises... Last thing he needed was to end up in some fanfic.

Stewart took the box inside an set it on the kitchen counter. “Pinkie, get some scissors, its time to open this thing up.” He grabbed the scissors from the drawer and proceeded to open the box.

“Finally!” Stewart shouted, “It's finally here!” He held the Pinkie Pie plush over his head triumphantly. He hugged the plush tightly then quickly took off to the computer.

With an hour an half to kill, Stewart logged into Bronynet for the sole purpose of posting pictures of his new plush Pinkie, and to look for discussions of the upcoming episode, the season finale.

Next thing he knew, the My Little Pony theme was dancing happily through the air, and Stewart’s office chair spun in a lazy circle. Never before has a Brony pulled a Pinkie Pie like this... Heck, even Dash would be proud of the sheer speed.

This episode was by far one of the most important to the entire series, rumored to have information about the families of the Mane 6, and even to have a 7 minute song sung by Pinkie and Fluttershy. The internet fell silent as the into came to a close. Not a single Brony was going to miss this, or risk interrupting another as they watched.

Pinkie Pie and Fluttershy were walking to Sugar Cube Corner, talking about some chocolate flowers to go on a cake for Rarity’s birthday. They decided on the flower and chocolate type, and even the edible paint that Pinkie was supposed to paint them with.

The episode progressed through the making of the cake, and the preparation of Applejack’s barn. The barn was decorated to look like the ballroom of Canterlot Castle, before they accidentally ruined the Gala, that is... Twilight even paid to have a local stonemason to craft a marble statue of the Unicorn.

Preparations were wrapping up, as Pinkie, Fluttershy and Derpy were moving the cake to the tables surrounding the Rarity statue. Wouldn’t you know it, someone said Derpy’s name, and of course, pulled her hooves from under the cake, waved, and proceeded to flap her wings. The cake fell. It just... Fell, And if that wasn't enough, Derpy’s wings spattered cake and icing in Fluttershy’s face, causing her to duck and scream. Fluttershy’s scream startled Derpy and she bumped into the statue. We all know where this is going by now...

Pinkie Pie watched in awe as a weeks worth of work was decimated in a matter of seconds. Tears welled in her eyes when she saw the Look on Rarity’s face. Pinkie opened her mouth to speak and the screen went black.

Stewart stared at the blank television. Everything was silent. Nothing could describe ho Stewart felt right now, this was one of the most important episodes... and he was missing it. Pinkie Pie was crying... and for all he knew, she still was. That didn’t sit right with him. He was angry that Derpy would be so careless, but then again, she was ditzy...

He looked around at everything in the room, all powerless. Distant sirens of emergency vehicles told him that this could take a while...

He picked up his Pinkie Pie and softly asked, “ Are you okay Pinkie...?” He softly sighed in the silence. “Sorry I had to go, maybe I could have helped carry the cake.”

Stewart laid back on the couch and stood Pinkie on his chest, inhaled heavily and slowly scanned the ceiling above him, blank, quiet. The longer he stared the more he just phased out, thinking of that night he had the dream... The night just before ‘Pinkie Stew’ aired had been the last night he had any real sleep, most nights he would get little to no sleep, and end up just surfing the web.

Yawning loudly, not really minding the break in silence, he said, “You know, a little nap won't hurt, i’m sure the power will come back soon.”

Stewart set the pink plush figure on the floor beside the couch and curled up under the blanket he kept folded under the end table. His mind was quick to react, with the lack of sleep lately, and today's excitement, he seemed to pass out instantly.

Stewart’s eyes slowly opened as he noticed the crackle of a fire. His eyes shot open and he froze... Before him was a large fireplace, in a very familiar room. Leaning up, he noticed he had a blanket wrapped around his body, and was on what once was a blanket fort.

“I... Pinkie!” He called urgently, scrambling to get free from his blanket cocoon.

Tumbling off of the couch, the blanket managed to come free of Stewart’s four legs. He jumped quickly to his hooves and fell back down after a few steps.

“Oh, come on!” He said angrily to his legs, “I’ve done this before, so i can do it again!”Stepping gingerly on each hoof, he managed to make his way out of the living room, and down the hall to Pinkie Pie’s room.

Reaching her room, he noticed the door was cracked open, the nudged the door with his forehead, swinging it slowly open. He took a step in and saw her. Pinkie Pie, peacefully sleeping in her bed, her mane still looked like a cloud of cotton candy.

Stewart took a step closer to her, his hoof softly squeaked the floorboards beneath him, and almost instantly, Pinkie’s Party Cannon fired a blast of confetti and streamers across the room. Pinkie giggled loudly while lifting herself from bed.

“Silly Stew, you make a lot of noise when you wake up!”

“I...” He spat a piece of colored paper from his mouth, “Where do you hide that thing?”

“In my closet, silly, the Cake’s would kill me if they knew i had a cannon...”

“Oh... I see...”

Stewart looked over to the closet and saw nothing but a random assortment of Nightmare Night costumes, dresses, and musical instruments, and there, near the tuba, was the cannon, streamers lazily slinking from the business end.

“She acts as if I’ve been here the whole time...” With a worried glance around the room, Stewart noticed the mare’s calendar. The past five days were crossed off, and appeared to say ‘Prepare for Rarity’s party!’

“So... Its before the episode now? Yes!”

As Pinkie hopped at her usual pace, humming one of her random songs, Stewart followed he in a calm canter. Now, they were headed to Fluttershy’s cottage, although, she never explained why.

“Oh... Hi Pinkie Pie, hello Stew. Fluttershy spoke as light as the air itself, as to not wake Angel. “Stewart, I hope you don’t mind carrying my saddle bags, we just have so much to do today before Rarity’s party, and I packed a bit too much.”

“Not a problem, Fluttershy! Stewart is a big strong stallion!” Pinkie chimed.

“Heh, yeah, I’d be happy to help.” He said, but inside, he just wanted this party to go smoothly, and to make sure everypony was happy by days end.

Walking back, Pinkie Pie and Fluttershy struck up a discussion about the final decorations for the cake. You guessed it, chocolate flowers. Rarity’s favorite flowers, of course, and as it turns out, Fluttershy has an unnatural talent for making beautiful chocolate carvings of animals. Pinkie Pie explained her plan for the cake, and how many of the flowers she needed. Fluttershy was more than happy to help.

Reaching Sugar Cube Corner, the three ponies made sure Rarity was nowhere to be found, quickly entered the shop, and locked the door behind them. Fluttershy immediately went to work carving the flowers out of the purest white chocolate ever imagined, as Stewart and Pinkie checked on the other decorations.

“Stewart!” Pinkie called, “Stewart, where are you?”

“Boo.” He said softly into her ear, causing her to hop into the air and squeak in surprise.

Pinkie Pie smiled wide and hugged Stewart tightly, “Stew! It's almost time, Rainbow says Rarity is almost here!”

“Well lets get too it silly filly, can’t be standing around!” Stewart beamed.

Pinkie kissed the top of his head as she hopped past him, “Come help me with the cake!”

Stewart, Derpy, Fluttershy and Pinkie carefully balanced the cake on a small silver cake platter, which could only be described as a large candlestick holder, only for cakes, and not candles.

“Thats it, just a bit more...” Pinkie said, watching Derpy and Stewart adjust the cake ever so slightly, “Just a bit...”

“Hi Derpy!” called an unknown voice.

This was it. Stewart tried to reach up and push the ditzy pegasi away from the cake, but, he forgot pony legs didn’t quite work like that. Stewart fell short, and watched in horror as the distracted pegasus bumped the cake, spun around and flapped her wings happily as she saw her unknown friend.

Cake. Cake everywhere. The white and lavender frosting splattered fluttershy’s face, and she screamed like someone had shown up with a dragon. The scream sent Derpy right into the large Rarity statue that twilight had crafted for the materialist unicorn. Just as the doors to Applejack’s barn opened, and Rarity stepped in, the statue crashed through the refreshment table.

The look in Pinkie Pie’s big blue eyes was almost enough to make a stone cry.

Pinkie ran to the backdoor of the barn, and her sobs faded into the distance, all Stewart could do was watch. He was frozen. A million things ran through his mind at once, and without a second thought Stewart lept to his hooves and ran after the pink pony.

Stewart found Pinkie Pie locked in her room, sobbing. After a couple of knocks on the door, Stewart asked if he could come in. The sobbing stopped, and he could hear her soft hoof falls on the wooden floor, then the door opened. Pinkie Pie stood in the door, tears down her face and her mane was straightened down.

“Pinkie... Are you alright?”

“No Stewart. It’s all ruined. Rarity’s party was destroyed, you saw it happen.”

“I...”

Stewart was cut short, Pinkie placed her hoof on his mouth and smiled.

“Thank you for following me Stew.” She ended the sentence by hugging him as tight as she could, and kissing him between the eyes.

Something caught Stewarts eye out the window behind her, It was a pink flag in the distance, and something told him they should go. “Pinkie! Come with me! I have something to show you!” He lifted the pony onto his back and raced down the hall.

Coming out of Sugar Cube Corner, the pair of Earth ponies were stopped by a Rainbow Pegasi, attached to her flank was a small cart for one. “Hop on in and hold on tight! One way ticket to the party of a lifetime!” Stewart helped the pony into the cart and gave dash a wave. With one last hug and a kiss the pony was off to Sweet Apple Acres.

Stewart woke with a start. Everything in his house came to life at once, the TV sparked to life, computer roaring itself awake, and the beep from the microwave. The power is back. Stewart found his Pinkie Pie plush in his arms. He smiled to himself and looked up at the TV.

They must have been doing reruns of the new episode, because it picked up where his dream ended. Pinkie alone in a cart pulled by Rainbow Dash.

“Wha...” Stewart sat in awe as the doors to Applejack’s barn opened and the party was rebuilt, minus the cake, of course. Rarity ran forth and hugged Pinkie and thanked her graciously for putting together what she called a “Party for a Princess.”

Pinkie’s smile could out burn the sun, and tears of joy rolled down her cheek. She hugged each and every pony at the party, as they thanked her for setting it up. Derpy even offered her a muffin decorated with one of the chocolate flowers Fluttershy had made. She hugged the Pegasi and hoofed the muffin back to her.

“Lets get this party started, Pinkie Pie style!”

Stewart watched happily as the party went exactly the way they had planned earlier that day. This day couldn’t possibly get any better... then the doorbell rang.

To Be Continued...

Pinkie Stew (extended)

Keys clattering to the table was the only indication Stewart had returned home from work. His apartment silent, barren. He walked into the kitchen. Cupcake mix... boxes of it, all stacked on the counter in the shape of a little house.

“Good afternoon, Pinkie!” Stewart said, smiling to the plastic figure. “Am I glad to be home, you’ll never believe the day I had...” He sighed sadly and gently picked up the toy on the way into the living room.

Stewart slumped into his office chair, lazily spinning to face the picture on the wall. He looked for a long while. The picture was familiar; His OC hopping along with a pink cotton-candy maned pony. Pinkie Pie. “If only.” He thought, smirking at the idea as he turned to face the Pinkie Pie figure he placed by his monitor.

“What a thought, eh Pinkie?” He clicked the Chrome icon and proceeded to check the days events.

After some time sitting at the computer, Stewart had moved to the couch to watch TV. “Heck yeah, Pinkie, ‘A Friend in Deed!’ Wanna sing with me?” He looked at the toy , then back at the TV, beaming.

As the episode progressed he sang along with the songs, even rattled off a few of the lines. To someone that doesn't know him, he would seem crazy, but to all of his friends on BronyNet, this was normal Stewart. They all loved him for who he was, and besides, its his favorite episode, everybrony sings or says the lines of his favorite pony.

After the episode Stewart told Pinkie Pie all about his day, the good, bad, and just plain odd things that happened around the office earlier in the day. Somehow he felt as if the plastic figure could hear him, and understand what all was happening, then again, its bound to happen when you work at a soul-sucking cubical farm like he did...

After what seemed like forever, Stewart noticed the time, 11:37PM. “Woah, Pinkie, I gotta get to bed so I can wake up in time to see tomorrow's episode!” He took Pinkie to his room and sat her on the dresser, and excitedly hopped into bed.

You know those nights, when all you can think about is the next day, and you can’t sleep at all...? Stewart fell asleep almost instantly. You’d think with the new episode, and it being the weekend, one would stay up until the early morning doing who knows what. Not tonight though, sleep took him quickly and the room around him faded to black.

He woke suddenly to a loud gasp and a familiar sound. “uggh... is that...?” His sentence cut short by a blast of confetti and streamers.

“Welcome! Welcome! Welcome!”

“Gah!” Stewart looked at this pony in disbelief, “You’re...”

“HI! I'm Pinkie Pie! Welcome to...”

“Ponyville?” His jaw slowly dropped, he rose to his feet... err, hooves.

He looked down and realized he was looking at blue legs, and where his hands should be... two hooves. The same sight greeted him when he looked back, only, he saw the white computer mouse on his flank. The only thing he could manage was a small peep. His voice cracked and he looked back at Pinkie. “What. The. Hay.”

“Who are YOU? I know everypony around here, and I've never seen YOU! That means you’re new!”

“S-Stewart. I’m Stewart.” “He looked in her blue eyes and sighed softly. “So... AWESOME!”

“Sooooo... What brings you to Ponyville?!” She said, eyes wide and full of excitement

“I... I’m not sure, really.” He said, looking around at the world around him, trying to take in what was going on.

“Come with me!” Pinkie said, and sprung into the air and happily bounced toward the town.

Stewart wobbled a bit, and started to walk. He didn’t make it too far before stumbling. “Pinkie, I uh..” He took another step forward, “Wait... I. Yeah I got this!” It was surprisingly easy to get used to walking as a pony, he thought, once he took his mind off of all this.

“Come on silly colt!” Pinkie called back, oblivious to Stewart’s little mistake, thank Celestia.

After catching up to Pinkie Pie, Stewart looked around at all the ponies around him, most, were just going about their daily tasks. A few ponies were sharing tables, and looked rather familiar. “Woah, so they really are together?” Looking directly at a mint-green pony and one that he could only assume was Bon-Bon, as they sipped the same drink. He crashed violently into Pinkie, who abruptly stopped.

“Gah, I'm sorry!” He said loudly. Pinkie stared dead-ahead at a rather fantastically sized gingerbread house.

“That is HUGE!” In the blink of an eye Pinkie was inspecting the house from every angle, before leaving 10 bits on the counter, and seemed to teleport back to Stewart’s side.

“Isn’t it amazing? i saw it and decided it would be the most amazingly amazing welcome gift in the whole wide world!”

“Y...You really didn’t have to, Pinkie.”

“I know!” she exclaimed while messing his mane with her hoof. “Why were you sleeping in the bushes, Stew?”

Stewart looked confused for a moment, “Oh, yeah, I love sleeping in the bushes... I really like... the twigs.” Stewart laughed nervously.

Pinkie laughed and smiled, “Good one!”

“Whew,” He thought, “That's a start Stew.”

“OHHHHH!” Pinkie hopped into the air and seemed to fly to a near by ice cream stand. “I’ll take a tub of ice cream!” The ice cream pony more than happily took her bits in trade for the container of frozen cream, he even tossed in a bag of cherries for free! Stewart got an idea.

“Pinkie! Want to see some magic?”

“Are you loco in the coco? Earth ponies can’t do MAGIC, duh.”

“Watch me! I need that ice cream and the cherries!” He took the bag in his mouth and Pinkie set the ice cream on the ground by his hooves.

“Ice cream magic? That sounds REALLY fun!” Exclaimed Pinkie, a mile-wide smile painting her face.

Stewart picked up a cherry and placed it under the lid of the ice cream, then gently standing on it with one hoof. “Now, watch closely!” Stewart looked up to the sky, readjusted his mouth and looked back down at Pinkie, but to his surprise she was a lot closer than he realized. Pinkie had pulled her head back a bit and looked up at Stewart, who was still standing on the Ice cream.

“Ta-da?” He said around the cherry clenched in his teeth. Pinkie tried to hide a giggle, but Stewart saw something in her eyes. That something made him look away and eat the cherry, trying to play it off.

Pinkie happily hopped to his side again, “How in Equestria did you get the cherry out of the tub?” She was shaking the tub ferociously, trying to remove the lid.

“I had two cherries. Hid one in my mouth, and the other is still in there, but uh, I think I closed it a bit too well. Let me try!”

He awkwardly held the container in his hooves and bit at the edges of the lid. Stewart looked rather odd chewing a plastic container, Pinkie broke into laughter and rolled on the ground next to him. Finally Stewart gave up and just sat. Pinkie gathered herself and wiped tears from her big blue eyes. “You’re great Stew!” She chimed.

After several hours of talking, laughing, and even pranking a few of the local ponies, Pinkie and Stewart ended up walking on the trail used for the “Running of the Leaves” every year. Pinkie, hopping along as usual with Stewart close behind, confidently cantering down the dirt path.

“Stew, Where do you live at?” Pinkie asked in an oddly calm tone, “I can tell you don’t really live around here...”

“I um... Its really hard to explain Pinkie. I live... well. I think it’s a long way away.”

“So you sleep in bushes far away from your house...?” She asked jokingly, but the unusual calmness of her voice reassured him that she was serious.

“I live here Pinkie. I’m looking for a place near here to live.” He said with a smile and a nod.

Pinkie Pie just looked at him, he face slowly turning into the biggest smile in all of Equestrian history. “You can stay with the Cakes and I! I’m sure we have an extra room you can stay in for a few days!”

“Gosh Pinkie... I..”

“Just let your good pal Pinkie Pie handle this, silly pony.” She said as she placed a hoof to her head in a salute. The pink pony wrapped her leg around his and pulled him along playfully. “Hi-ho, hi-ho. Off to Pinkie’s house we go!”

Stewart was happy.

Pinkie burst through the door with a smile that can only be described as unnatural. Stewart entered the building without such a scene, and followed Pinkie up the stairs to the bedrooms.

Pinkie stopped and gasped loudly, looking at a note taped to her door.

“Dear Pinkamina,

Mrs. Cake, the foals and I, have been booked to cater an event for the Princesses. We will be staying in Canterlot for the remainder of the week. Keep watch on the store, and don’t burn the place down please.

~Mr. Cake”

“Stewart! Do you know what this means...?”

“Um... no?”

“We can make a couch fort! I’ll get the blankets and pillows, go... find the room with the fireplace!”

“Alrighty then!” Stewart laughed and shook his head. “Cool! When I shake my head my mane shakes too!”

Stew wandered off to find the living room. He passed a few doors that had notes addressed to Pinkie, most of them telling her not to enter. He could see why though, she did tend to... well, enter a room. Actually, more like kick the door in and fly inside. Stewart found a large open room with a couch and chair, and a large fireplace. Shortly after finding the room, Pinkie Pie lept from behind the couch and tackled Stewart in a mess of blankets and legs and cotton-candy mane.

“Gottchya silly colt!” Pinkie giggled.

“ I was... admiring the...” Stewart was interrupted when Pinkie poked his nose with her hoof and said “Boop!”

“I got you again!” She wiggled her way out of the mess of blankets and stood on her hind legs, “Pinkie is mastah of stealth!”

Stewart blinked and she was gone. “Shes kinda cute when she does that.” Stew laughed inside his head and started to build a fort out of the blankets. “You’ll never get me in here Pinkie!” He set up some couch cushions and pillows as walls, and a blanket over the top. “Oh Pinkie? Come out, come out!”

Pinkie watched Stew build the fort, set up the blanket and try to hide inside his ‘castle’ all from right behind him. She ducked low and crept up behind him, a board creaked, Pinkie’s ears perked up just as Stewart turned around fast.

The ponies were statues, neither moved or dared breathe.

Pictures can say a thousand words, but so could Pinkie. Yet... Stewart couldn’t help but wonder how he managed to leave the pinkie pony speechless. “It’s now or never Stew, go for it.” Stewart slowly leaned in, closed his eyes and kissed the filly. “ohmygosh, ohmygosh, ohmygosh!” Stewart’s mind raced, the day’s events were all quite strange, but felt right. Feeling Pinkie kiss him back, and pull him into a warm embrace, was almost too much for him to comprehend, that didn’t matter now, though. Stewart had rendered her silent, and with a kiss, said more than she had all day.

Stewart opened his eyes slowly. Confused, he looked around the room, he knew this room. The bed underneath him felt familiar... It was his own. He looked around the room and sighed heavily. No Pinkie... No Equestria... Just home. “This, Pinkie, is where I live...” He said softly, a single tear falling down his cheek.

Stewart slowly rose and sulked his way to the computer. He sat down and spun to face the picture, and to his surprise, It wasn’t the same picture but the picture was of a blue pony with a brown shaggy mane, nose to nose with a pink, cotton-candy maned pony... Stewart smiled, and once again clicked the chrome icon as he did a thousand times before.

On today’s schedule was ponies, there was a new episode out today; “Pinkie Stew” This episode was supposed to be Pinkie teaching the Cutie-Mark Crusaders to cook, and as the timer on the live-stream channel counted down, Stewart’s smile grew.

The episode started out at Zecora’s hut. As we enter the hut, we see the Cutie-Mark Crusaders stirring a large pot. Zecora and Pinkie Pie walk to the large pot and toss in some carrots and daisies.

“Time for us two, to taste this large stew.” Zecora rhymed.

“I love Stew!” Pinkie chimed, then without missing a beat, looked back to the fourth wall and gave a wink.