Author's Note

Pinkie Pie's POV

The Day After: 16

The night had been glorious. I had swallowed several bags of candy, after I unearthed the treat from within the plastic wrappings. Of course I had poured down two bags of treats as the seasonal offering at the statue, representing the Queen of the Night. Her Highness Nightmare Moon requires it of us all. I feel reasonably sure she is pleased with my offered bounty.

Yet, who knows? Even if I have clear recollections of the night in Ponyville, as does every Pony I know, which is about all Ponies there are. Just that they don't have theirs quite as clear as mine. I never managed to forget anything, per see.

I may not be the common competitive Pony, but I like to pride myself, when it comes to parties and festivities, and this certainly does qualify as festive and enjoyable in my book. Speaking of books, maybe I should publish the books on how to properly throw a party. Not just explaining how to throw parties on category, or even limiting to counting the rules on how to make the party works. I could as well throw in the final bone, going into the details about how to make parties work. Throwing parties is like cooking and baking, baking I do know, I did that most every day in Ponyville. Just that there were the exceptions, as when I helped my friends with something special, like defending Equestria against some threat, or saving Luna from her very own very darkest Nightmare, as in Nightmare Moon. I know for a fact that she was very grateful from the instant she was back. She still is.

Don't ask me how I know. It is on the same note as the Pinkie Sense, doesn't make sense to try to explain. It simply works. Simply as that. I am happy with it. This helps me in various cases. I think there is an expression, something about slaying the goose or hen; laying golden eggs.

Naturally, the two bags of treats I placed before her, are not the only once offered to her. I may have been among the first in the line, but there were numerous others after me. I did not see them all, or even try to count how many they were. Calculating in cases like these, is for my friend Twilight Sparkle. I know she still loves these things. Yet, she was just as eager on the festivities, even if her costume failed her until the very last Pony. I guess Luna made up for it in the end. She knew the Pony she was impersonating personally. She even expressed how well Twilley had made her costume.

Funny, I did not see her here, this year, but the village is large. Maybe I don't need to see each and every friend to know they enjoyed the event. I know for a fact, none I saw the other night was disappointed. They all enjoyed it thoroughly, as did I. If any Pony did not enjoy it, that had to be because they were not out enough and because I did not see them.

With a night like Nightmare Night behind me, I could clearly feel the joy from every corner. People was light-hearted after an event as enjoyable and fun as it had been, this year. Couldn't blame them, I had certainly enjoyed it Royally, right along with everyone else, Human and Pony alike.

I may have swallowed bags worth of candy the other day, but I am still hungry as a horse as I woke up, even if I may have woken up slightly later than I use to on any other day. Nightmare Night is mainly late at night, after the sun has gone down, so I had to be up very late in order to enjoy it all.

As I woke up, I saw the blue and yellow balloons covering most of my ceiling. I had already released numerous of my inflated balloons in the room in which I slip. Once I had folded the quilt towards the bed and sat up on my bed, I noticed a pink balloon peaking out from under my bed, where it used to hide.

Once I had helped the balloon back in under my bed with a gentle push, I stand up on my hind hooves, looking around for a moment. Of course I know that everything is where I left it the other day, why wouldn't it.

I walk over to the wardrobe slowly, stopping, only to open the door and reach in and pick a bright pink skirt with integrated panties. Popular simplicity, if you ever saw it before, stepping right into them, feeling them covering my hips for a moment, before the sensation slowly fades away, that is how well they fit. Pulling the top down over my head, only to give it that final, tentative tug and feeling the sensation fade out.

Naturally, it is a matching suit, and ensemble, as Rarity would have insisted on calling it. I guess you would have called it a bikini.

I have several of these suits. All perfectly colour matches. Of course, they are all pink to cerise. Some are just one-colour suits, while others have a pattern, or just the mark on the side. The pattern is a set of three balloons, either two blue and a yellow, or three pink or cerise once. I did manage to get my hands on the candy variant, even if these are rare in my wardrobe, but I chose them in order to have something that sticks out.

Back in Ponyville, I never wore anything. I never really needed to. Well, I did wear the suit signifying the team I was a part of at the Winter Wrap-Up, of course. There were a few more occasions, like when Twilight Sparkle brought us with her to the Grand Galloping Gala, but that wasn't in Ponyville, so technically, that doesn't count.

Rarity showed me how good a suit could look. She gave me a personalised ensemble for the day we were at the Gala at Canterlot. As bad as the event initially went down, it ended up being an enjoyable night. The joy is thanks to my friends, which is clearly including Princess Celestia who was there with us. She clearly knew what she was in for. Maybe she wanted us there all along, even if she had no idea as to how we would change the night for each and every Pony who attended the event. As if I could blame her.

Indoors, I always walk bare-hoofed. Why bother wearing socks or boots while in my very own home? The floor is clean, and the room is warm as the mid summers day. Our floors are chosen to be comfortable to walk on, even if she was bare foot, when she walked there before I moved in with her.

Since Hitomi seems to be more comfortable with me wearing the top and skirt, I guess I don't mind wearing them for her. My element dictates for me to do everything I can in order for the once around me to be happy. Hitomi is my closest friend here and I live with her. Thus I feel much better, knowing I do all I can to plaster a happy smile on her face.

Once I had dressed for the day, I close the wardrobe behind me and bounce to the door, merely stopping in order to open it, before I close it as I passed out into the hall before the staircase. Only I feel on the more frisky side and jump to the ground floor and continue to the kitchen where she is waiting for me.

With a happy squeak, my hooves hit the floor some three seconds after I had jumped off of the floor on the second floor. Had I been anyone but the Pinkie Pie I am, it probably would have been a painful thud as the floor rose up to hit me from below. Of course, the result of the treat Hitomi gave me as I moved in with her, of it was when she helped me to become a physical person, as opposed to the holographic character she had brought home as she bought the product. This part is fuzzy on me, mainly because it wasn't really me at the time. I was merely a representation of the me I had become as I lived and spent my time with her.

From the foot of the flight of stairs, I walk lightly with a squeaking spring in my steps to the kitchen.

Guess I never took a step that was not giving up at least a slight squeak, but it is who I am now. It is the Pony I have grown into with Hitomi. I can never say that I regret a single moment with her in my life.

On my way, I feel the scent of Muffins on the air. Lovely and love-able Muffins. The joy with which to start up a new day.

Then, as I walk into the kitchen, I can clearly see the wide smile of my friend, happy to see me. I know she has numerous new and very happy memories from past night to draw her energy. Her smile makes me feel alive.

“Morning, Hitomi!” I greet her as I approach the table.

“Morning, Pinkie Pie!” she responds in her merry voice as she hears me.