Immortality: Pinkie Pie's Search

"Pinkie, I need to send a letter home," Fluttershy whispered as they stepped down onto the train station's platform. Pinkie nodded.

"That's fine, Fluttershy!" She exclaimed. "You go write, and I'll sniff around." Pinkie narrowed her eyes and trotted up to a nearby stallion.

"Excuse me, sir," she said politely, tapping on his shoulder. "Have you seen a white mare with a blue mane and sunglasses?" The stallion thought for a moment.

"Nah," he replied. "I saw a white mare come into town this morning, though. Don't remember nothing about her mane or eyes. Did she happen to be a unicorn?" Pinkie nodded excitedly.

"Well, then, you'll surely find her. Dodge Junction isn't the biggest town, you know. Maybe you should check Cherry Bling's orchard. Likely she came looking for work."

"Cherry Bling? Don't you mean Cherry Jubilee?" Pinkie asked, confused. "I worked for her years and years ago." The stallion shook his head.

"Cherry Jubilee passed on five years ago," he explained with a tug to his black mustache. "Cherry Bling is her daughter."

"Oh." Pinkie was surprised that things had changed so much. It had been such a long time ago when she had babbled on and on about chimi-cherries and cherry-chongas in the cherry orchards.

"Well, thanks," she told the stallion. He tipped his hat.

"Anytime, miss."

"Are you finished?" Pinkie asked when she returned to her friend.

"Almost," Fluttershy replied softly.

"Guess what? Cherry Jubilee's daughter is running the cherry orchard now," Pinkie revealed. "A pony told me we should check there. He said he saw a white unicorn."

"Pinkie, I really don't think this is a good idea," Fluttershy murmured before sealing her letter. Pinkie rolled her eyes.

"Sometimes you just have to trust your gut. Even if you and your gut are insane. If your gut told you that you could fly through a blizzard and be totally fine afterwards, it might seem suicidal, but really, it's possible. I rely on my gut. My Pinkie sense can- could- tell me if an anvil was going to fall on your head. Does that sound insane? Yes it do-"

"Pinkie!" Fluttershy interrupted. "I understand. You rely on your instinct, uh, gut. Okay. I'll drop it." Pinkie blinked.

"What? I-"

"It's fine, Pinkie," Fluttershy interrupted again. "Now, are we going to Cherry Bling's orchard?"

"Okay," Pinkie replied. "Let's get going!"

Pinkie and Fluttershy walked through town. Once, they saw a small filly that looked a lot like Lyra. The only difference was the lack of horn.

"Do you think Lyra knows age spells?" Fluttershy asked as they passed the filly.

"Maaaaaaaaaybe," Pinkie answered slowly, twisting her neck to gaze after the filly. "But for now, let's just find Vinyl."

When they arrived, they were greeted by Cherry Bling herself.

"Hello, darlings," Cherry Bling greeted them with an accent similar to Rarity's. "Looking for work? We could always use some new volunteers."

"No, we're looking for a white unicorn with blue hair. Her cutie Mark is a music note," Pinkie explained. Cherry looked unimpressed.

"Oh. Well, she did come by a while ago, but her daughter came in just a few minutes ago. They left." Cherry looked at Pinkie suspiciously. "Wait, are you part of the police force?"

"No, we're just friends with her-" Pinkie began, but Cherry cut her off.

"Oh really? Then what's her name?"

"Vinyl Scratch," Pinkie answered confidently. Cherry smirked.

"Her name was Harmonica Note. Ha! I could have you arrested for snooping around, you know."

"No you couldn't," Fluttershy piped up. "We aren't doing anything wrong. Where did they go?" Cherry Bling looked at her with a unimpressed expression.

"I'll have you know Harmonica paid me a lot of bits to keep you away from her." She waved a hoof. A net came flying out of nowhere, covering Pinkie and Fluttershy entirely.

"No! Please! We're friends, honest! She was roommates with Octavia! Believe me! I was Vinyl's friend! She sold me a slushie!" Cherry stared at them.

"I have no idea how they got these bits, but I'm sticking to my word. You two are staying with me a while longer."

"Noooo!" Pinkie yelled dramatically.

"Pinkie, calm down," Fluttershy murmured. "When will you let us go?"

"Ah, maybe in a week," Cherry responded. "Get comfortable. Harmonica, or Vinyl or whatever, will be long gone by then."