The Truth

“Mom, Dad!” Pinkie Pie said with glee bringing her parents into a warm hug all most smashing their ribs and taking them by surprise if their wide eyes were any indication.

Sue broke from the hug and said, “Pinkie? What are you doing here? We thought you liked Ponyville instead of being here.” Though, as Sue said this, she had a small smile on her face. It had been about ten years since she last saw her daughter and, not surprisingly Pinkie Pie was still the same mare she remembered.

Blackberry signed a happy sigh. He did not think his party animal of a daughter would come back to the farm so soon. Blackberry chuckled due to the hug he was brought into a minute ago.

He looked at Pinkie and said, “What brings you back to the farm, Pinkie? If you don't mind me asking, that is?” Blackberry nuzzled his daughter and Pinkie nuzzled him back.

“I actually came back for a good reason,” she said, giving a frown that confused her parents. “I want to know something. Why did you lie about me having a fourth sister? Pinkie Pie grabbed the paper out of the luggage and placed it on the ground in front of her parents. “Now, please, Mom and Dad, tell me, is Scootaloo my real sister and why is she in an orphanage and why Ponyville? Pinkie Pie asked, hoping that her answers would finally be answered. They’d been eating at her ever since she’d first found this information.

Her parents gasped, seeing the paper in front of them. There was silence for about three minutes before Sue broke it.

“Pinkie. How did you find this?” she asked. She was starting to shake uncontrollably, her darkest secret may be revealed.

“Oh, I found this in my friend’s house. She owns a library and because she’s been looking at genealogy recently, had this there by pure coincidence. Now, please tell me, is it true?” Pinkie Pie asked once more, her face showing hurt her parents hadn’t seen since before she’d gotten her Cutie Mark.

Sue gulped and said, “Yes, Pinkie Pie. It is true, but I had a good reason to get rid of her. You see, around the time, your father hated pegasi and well, he wanted to get rid of her. I...?” she paused for a moment. “I took her to Ponyville when she was just a foal. She would have been safe there.

She was now crying. Her husband took her in a loving embrace. “But, you see, your father, he sort of likes pegasi now, there are some he still hates, but he’s changed.”

Pinkie took a step. Back she couldn't believe what she’d just heard but there was one thing that still didn't make much sense.

“But, wait. How did you get a Pegasus in the first place? You're both earth ponies?” Pinkie Pie asked as she taped her head with a hoof. “Then again, Mr. and Mrs Cake have a Pegasus and unicorn and they’re both Earth Ponies. Is there some Pegasi blood somewhere in our family’s past?”

“Well...” her mother began. “Let’s just say one time I got wasted at a bar and... the one who did it with me was a orange Pegasus. After that I learned to never drink too much cider. I hope you understand now, Pinkie dear,” Sue said as they started walking back towards the house.

She opened the door and looked at her daughter “Now come in. We’ve got a lot of catching up to do.”

Her parents walked in, but Pinkie remained where she stood.

“No.”

Both turned around and flinched. Pinkie’s hair and tail had deflated and she was giving them very cold looks.

“Pinkie?” Sue asked, taking a step back. She hadn’t seen Pinkie’s hair flat since she got her Cutie Mark. Seeing it now, after all this time, combined with the look on her daughter's face, it was quite alarming.

“You abandoned her,” Pinkie said, stepping forward. “She’s just as much your daughter as I am, but you just abandoned her? You sent her to Ponyville, Mom! I was there! Why didn’t you just tell me she was going to be staying? The Cakes are wonderful ponies! They’d have helped me look after her.”

Her parents were shaking. This wasn’t the same Pinkie from before her Cutie Mark. It was almost like an alternate version of her from after her Cutie Mark. This was scary.

Suddenly, Pinkie’s anger turned to utter sadness and tears started streaming down her face. “She’s my sister. All this time, she’s been my sister, but I didn’t know it. How could you do that to us?”

Both ponies pulled her into a hug and held her for half an hour, until she finally was able to stop crying.

Once she was calm, Pinkie’s hair poofed up a little, if only a little and let her parents lead her inside.

As she walked into the house Pinkie saw it was the same as before she’d left, rocks everywhere. She gave a weak smile. That was something about her parents that hadn’t and probably never would change.

“Where’s Maud?” Pinkie asked, glancing around, wondering where her sister was.

“She and your sister have gone to a rock convention in Las Pegasus,” Blackberry said as they all took seats on the couch, Pinkie doing her best to avoid sitting on any rocks. “They would’ve loved to see you. Too bad they won’t be back til next week.”

Pinkie nodded. She’d have loved to see her sisters again, but this hadn’t been a social visit. This was a matter of making a filly happy, a top priority for the party pony.

The rest of the time, Pinkie talked with her parents, telling them all the things that had happened in Ponyville, even about how Fluttershy had managed to reform Discord, which shocked both of them.

Soon however, night came; Pinkie said her goodbyes and went to stay in a hotel. Tomorrow she would leave for Ponyville.

She would have stayed with her parents, but, after learning what she had, she’d felt uncomfortable there and had to stay in the hotel instead, to which both her parents were very understanding.

Pinkie Pie was laying on the soft hotel bed thinking.

“I can’t believe my mother,” she whispered. “How could she just abandon Scootaloo like? I know she said she had her reasons because Dad didn’t like pegasi at all back then, but why didn’t she tell me? I’d have looked after her without a second thought.

She sat up, a firm look on her face. “I've got to make this right. I have to adopted that filly. I won’t be a mother, but I can at least be her sister. I'm going to tell her the truth of why she's an orphan after I talk with my friends...”

Pinkie frowned. “Wait. If she’s my sister, I don’t have to adopt her, I just have to let the orphanage know she’s not an orphan and give me guardianship. She’s my sister, so that should be okay with them...”

Her eyes went wide as she remembered something.

“If Scootaloo’s my sister, and I’m related to Applejack’s family, that means Scootaloo is related to them too.” She sqeed. “She and Apple Bloom are second cousins four times removed. Oh, she’s going to be so happy when I tell her.”

Pinkie fell asleep after two hours of thinking later, a huge smile on her face.