At the M.L.P. Con!

by Ponyess

Rating: everyone
Tags: Original Character, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Other, Pinkie Pie, Random, Crossover, Alternate Universe
Length: 3255

Of course I had to go to the Convention, but this is, what happened.

Going to a convention is fun. Who wouldn't enjoy; so far as it is a convention, on a theme of your choosing. In this case, it is My Little Pony. Just like that; I went, and here I am.

What I didn't know; is who was behind the convention, in the first place. Should I have been worried, suspicious or rushing in, trying to pull friends with me?

Published 2014-04-24 17:50:06 UTC
Last updated 2017-07-13 19:57:09 UTC

Prologue 1

Author's Note

Pinkie Pie's POV

Prologue 1

Once more I had woken up early, much earlier than I need to be at work in time. The next crazy idea had apparently knocked me clear of sleep, this time, leaving me wide awake. What it came from, only Princess Luna may ever know?

I knew I had a moment to prepare the little I could, here in Ponyville. Ignoring the stray reflections from yellow and blue balloons crowding most of the space just under the ceiling of my room at the top floor of the Cakes' house. as I slip the quilt off of my body and slip my legs out over the edge of the bed, soon slipping down, jumping down onto the floor with a muffled thud, barely missing the pink balloon that had strayed out from under my bed as I move to the door, only hopping over a few more stray balloons lazily covering the floor, finally opening it before I could leave the room.

Affording the photos lining my walls a glimpse, reminding me of countless precious moments in my past, all the way back to my very first party, the one awarding me the three balloons on my flanks. Happily ignoring the bed stand, momentarily smiling at the wardrobe, holding all my famous party décor and other festive and amusing toys or comedy gimmicks I had gathered under the many years as the one party Pony of Ponyville.

From the hoof of the stairs, I negotiated my way through to the room behind the kitchen. Casting glances towards the pastries, pies and cakes as I passed them on my way to the shelf on the far side of the small room, stuffed with the ingredients for baking. Only to find the small stash of expiring and unsaleable pastries, including the intended breakfast of my choice.

With a wide grin on my face, I bounced down the stairs and picked up a stash of Cup-Cakes from the other day, an ordinary breakfast on my case. Just a glass of Orange Juice and I would be set.

Peeling the Pastries, then munching happily, with just a gulp of juice to wash it down. I wouldn't call it record-time, but I had been fast, yet managed to enjoy them all.

Now I bounced back up the stairs, closing the door behind me. What I had in mind is for no Pony to see. Besides, I don't need to worry or wake any of them up. I knew none on the other side would see me as I came through.

Wearing only a top and a skirt Rarity had made for me, and carrying a back pack of gems I had gotten from her I set off. Knowing gems still would carry a good value where I was going, which is very convenient.

I had apparently found myself inside an abandoned bus is a large city. This isn't the Vanhoofer I knew of, but the name seems close enough. Not that I had been to Vanhoover that many times, but I have seen a few of the sites.

What confused me the most would be the key lying on the drivers seat of the bus I claimed. Every light is off, which is good, or they would have been dead as dust by now if they haven't been. Looking around, it's still very dark outside. I had managed to turn the internal lights on in the bus, giving me a chance to see anything.

For a moment I was considering, should I drive or just walk by foot? I chose to walk, for now. Luckily I found a store open, trading in gems. The man was curious as to how I could have all these expensive gems on hand.

The one lone, delicate man eagerly looked up at me the moment I came through the door as if alerted by invisible door chimes. Light green eyes looking at me from the slightly aged face, though his hair still had not lost its brown hue just yet. The man moving with an eager vigour, as if denying time.

I had entered the small, but brightly lit room, walking over the hard and smooth stone plates as I saw the wooden panels covering the walls. Stainless steel framing the counters of jewellery, lying on soft cloth.

”This is the best time, since I like to deal early!” I explained.

Then he eagerly looked at the stash I placed on the desk. Using various tricks of his trade, identifying and evaluating the treasure before him, taking notes on a pad. After several minutes, he offered me a large pile of bank notes. These are all in the local currency for all I could see.

”Thanks, nice to do business with you!” I said as I walked out.

”Feel free to be back, whenever you have the need to trade gems with me!” he responded with a wide grin on his face.

With a fresh supply of local currency on hand, I walked to the next place on my list. This was apparently where they did hold cons for people on all kinds of themes, which is exactly what I had in mind.

Once I entered the hall I found the desk, there is a sleepy male behind it. He looks as if he didn't like to be up this early. I walked up to him. Apparently important males wear the same kind of suits, where ever you go?

”I would like to set up a Con if it's possible. When could you have it up, for people to enjoy it? I know it takes time to advertise it, would a moon from now be working?”I enquired.

”A month is serviceable. We have three different facilities open at about this time, how long did you like your Con to be up?” he responded.

”I'd have the biggest available, would a week work?” I returned.

”You're going for broke, aren't you? That's a great opportunity, but the price will be pretty steep, just so you know!” he responded.

”I want this to be a blast. Just tell me how far I can go with what I have available!” I suggested, pulling my newly acquired supply of cash on his desk.

He slowly looked at me as I pulled up a large pile on the desk. Then he counted the notes, and calculated what I had presented him with, before he cleared his throat.

”This should be enough for what you're proposing. I'll just have to notify the staff to announce your Con. Staff, food and over nights for the week should be covered for everything, advertising too!” he then pointed out.

”Here is all information on the Con, photos, description, the works!” I informed him.

He slowly went over the material, looking at the photos, reading the text as he typed on his terminal, booking the suit, making reservations.

”If you like, you're free to follow up on progress and make sure it is all to your likings. Here is key and passes for your benefit!” he stated as he slipped me an envelope.

”I'll be sure to be back a few times to oversee the development!” I responded.

”I hope this will be to your pleasure!” he responded.

”Me too!” I stated.

”Hope to see you booking Cons again!” he stated proudly as I walked out with the envelope he slipped me.

Booking the Con had cost me all the cash I had acquired when I sold the gems. I could live without a few gems, they're just fancy stones to me. What I value is the smile on your face. The Con certainly will bring a smile to numerous faces for the week I had given them.

From my understanding of what Twilight had told me, Equestria can live without the gems, they're not truly lost in the first place. Though it's the smiles that's my treasure here. What would be a problem, is if I take their cash with me back.

Feeling secure in my investment, I trotted back to the bus where I had entered the City. It's my chosen point of entry. Going there still wasn't too much of a challenge, traffic was still thin.

I had even managed to make it back without any real problems. Once I had entered the bus, I closed the door before I went back to my home and sealed the entrance.

Into the Con, an Introductory Monologue, of Sorts: 2

Something has gone wrong. We don't seem to have an archived copy of that chapter.

Finding Myself: 4

Maybe I should have expected it? I had found the flute, my cutie represented. It may be just a simple flute, but upon finding it, I make a silly little dance of joy.

Since the flute is a part of me, it is the talent I had apparently been born with, as the pony I'm Impersonating, even if the effects of it apparently did go through? If I had known, had I chosen another mark, and another talent?

Given the cutie mark I had chosen, this will be an adventure, and a vacation from myself, in more ways than I had even dared to expect. I just don’t know it right now. I am simply at home, as the Pony I had chosen to be; or become, for the duration.

This is what my choices had led up to, and the life I will enjoy for a week; or that is what they had said in the advertisement. Just a funny thing I had never considered; what are they going to call me, as the Pony I am now.

It is obvious that I will be good at playing my flute, and that I enjoy music; just as I would enjoy performing, playing the flute in public. It would be ridiculous to insane to have a mark; representing something I wouldn’t enjoy in public, wouldn’t it?

The issue is just this; was I a Soloist, or a member of a group or band? I imagine I was bound to have been booked in advance; in order for the other Ponies to know where and when I was to be performing. There are a number of places; where I could ask, or look for the notice.

Am I expecting too much, if I am assuming that I would have known of it, if it had been the same day, or the next? There is the one idea I had, so I need to go out and have something to eat.

All I need to carry, or wear; is my saddle bag with the bits to pay for what I like to have. In Ponyville, most Ponies are trotting around freely, while wearing nothing. Nudity is the common fashion, as it were. Of course, it is also practical to carry things in the saddle bags; considering that I don’t even have hands.

I hastily checked the contents of the saddle bags, before I slapped them onto my back; before I exited my home and trotted towards the first establishment serving food that came to mind. Trotting to the Sugar-Cube Corner was a breeze. Ponyville is a fairly small village, now as I think of it; and ponies can go great distances in a surprisingly short time.

Naturally, it is Pinkie Pie, greeting me as I entered the café. Who else? I know the café belongs to Mr. Carrot Cake and Mr’s. Dazzle Cake, but it is Pinkie Pie who is enjoying the spot. She is beaming of a grin, as hot as the laser at me as she sees me; as the chimes sing their merry call, announcing my arrival.

“Hiya, I am Pinkie Pie, but call me Pinkie! What can I serve you, today?” she exclaimed, ecstatically.

“Hi, Pinkie!” I responded, taken aback by her extreme, radiant exuberance.

I looked at all the pastries, lined up for Ponies just like myself to gorge on. Of course there are muffins and cupcakes, but also all manners of other pastries. I don’t even know what they are named; let alone what they would taste like, and that is if they are tasting like they would have before.

“I think I will have a blueberry muffin and a glass of juice!” I added, pointing my right fore-hoof at one particular muffin.

“That’ll be two bits!” she concluded, as she scooped up the pastry and placed it on a small white plate and poured up the juice in a glass.

I opened my saddle bags and picked up the two bit coins and hoofed them over. I noticed how they were jumping around and bounced a few times, before they came to rest. Pinkie collected the coins and slipped them into the counted.

“Step right in, and sit by the table of your choice; then I will come to your table and serve you!” she pointed out.

Before my eyes, I see Ponies scattered all over the room. Sitting comfortably and relaxed as they enjoy themselves. Chatting away about the day, while chewing pastries and washing it down with their respective choice of beverage.

An Episode, of a Homecoming: 5

I had just moved into Ponyville with my family. While I had followed them onto a Convention, with the theme of MLP; My Little Pony. With that said, we are all Ponies, or Unicorns to me more precise.

I am a white Unicorn filly with a bright blue mane and tail. I have dark purple eyes and a light pink cherry blossom for my mark. I chose the pretty, classical Japanese Cherry blossom; mainly because I found it pretty and have no idea as to what it is symbolizing in real life, Japan. The large pink blossom is on the middle of my flanks, with five smaller companion blossoms in the star formation. If I had known it, but it’s the end of the first day of the Cherry bloom season. The first of three days.

Should I have been surprised, when I found a fairly familiar looking bed in my room? Maybe it is just looking familiar; because my perspective changed, as I moved in, in Poinyville. Beside the bed, I have a bed stand, and why not?

I have two double door wardrobes opposing my bed and a window opposing the door. Aside from that, I also found a nice looking vanity desk in my room, crafted out of cherry wood.

Directly outside my bed room window, I can see a Cherry tree in bloom, just a few yards from the wall. Maybe, if I open the window I could pick cherries? If only the cherries had been ripe for the picking, right now.

Naturally, my room is on the second floor, true to the architecture of an Equestrian cottage. I have nothing to complain about. Obviously, my brother lives in the next room, with only the door to our wardrobes between our respective rooms. Likewise, mum and dad have their room on the other side.

The living room is a two floor affair, with the flight of stairs up on the right and left walls, respectively. The kitchen and dining room is on the bottom floor. I have the filly’s room on the second floor, right next to the shower. These facilities are also available on the ground floor.

I have my name and mark carved out in crisp relief on my door. At first, I guess it is a bit creepy; to see your name and mark carved into the door of your room, before you had even moved in. Then again, I can see the same on my brother Apple Blossom’s room too.

Both the marks of Peach Blossom and Beech Blossom are on the door to my parents’ bed room.

If we all have a bloom for a mark, are we Blooms? I guess I have heard worse names in my day? Then again, I am not all that old.

I have a wardrobe, but no clothes hanging within; I also have a vanity desk, no no vanity to talk of.

The one item I do have, is the saddle bags. After closer inspection, I did also find a small collection of coins; bits, as they are referred to, here in Equestria.

Wait, I did even find a blue balloon soaring in the ceiling over my bed, and a pink one cowering under my bed; I guess that does count for odd. Yet, I guess it could be a Memento of parties I had been to, in the honour of the pink mare, Pinkie Pie who threw them.

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A Home Coming: 3

I had apparently entered the convention; even though, now I feel more as if I was walking home, or trotting? I'm a pony, such as they were in the show.

I had chosen a deep purple pony with blue eyes and bright blue mane and tail. There is the image on my rump, the Cutie, looking like a light wooden flute? Whatever that means; it was just an option to choose, all ponies have the Cutie here. You know the deal, if you saw any of the show. I did. I must have.

Now I'm trotting into the village, named Ponyville; just like it used to, in the show? I guess I like the name, not that it would have done any difference?

After a while, maybe five minutes, I came up to the house; I had been told would be, where I was to live for the duration. It does look very inviting to me. Giving me the feel of a home, my home.

My little villa has a small garden. A rose on each side of the porch. By the road, I had even the low white fence. It's the picture of home. To me, as was to all the ponies in the show.

The path had been laid with red quarry tiles. I make the cute little pony noises, clip, and clop, as I move from the road, and all the way to the door.

Once at the door, I notice it isn't locked, which's very convenient; since I had no key to the door. I guess we never did lock the doors. Why, none ever broke into anyone else's home. None I could recall of. It isn't in our nature.

None wearing shoes, or boots. Actually, most were nude, in every episode, throughout every season of the show; with that, the hall is empty. Short of the three doors.

On the left, there's the fillies room; which's where the shower and toilet was, which it still is. None had cared to remove any of it. Of course the shower is in a separate room, just as the actual facility you know as the toilet.

To the right; I found my kitchen, just where I like it to be; the way I could recall. The final door leads to the living room. There is a sofa, a table, the TV. I recall there was a portrait of me. I had to have something on the walls. There's a framed picture of a rose.

On the right, just by the sofa, I have the door to my bed room. I have my bed in there. There is also a window towards the garden. I guess it is all so .. me?

I could have lived my entire life here, for all I knew.

Author's Note

This chapter will be changed radically, once I get to it.