Author's Note

Bed-Toy's POV

Out of the Caldron: 2

Slowly I had become aware of myself, the heat and the thick viscous substance within I am floating. Slowly floating up towards the surface, driven and drawn by the one thing I could feel, the love and joy emanating from the Pony, stacking firewood under the caldron in which I currently resided.

After a while, my hand crossed the boundary and slipped out into the air. Later I managed to hop down onto the ground beside the caldron from which I had so recently sprung. Facing the Pony creating me, a Mother of sorts since he is a mare.

I take her outstretched hand, feeling the soft, firm flesh as she accepted me in her grasp, before leading me out of the forest and into the town known as Ponyville. I follow her to the door, she slipped in and take me with her to her small room, affording side-way glances towards images, framed photos of her past, all along the way up the flight of stairs to her small room.

Once in her room, the first key to who the Pony in the pictures was can be seen, scattered balloons clinging to the ceiling, matching the once on her flank.

The second key I hear in her voice, the hyper and energetic enthusiasm behind the giggling and laughing outpour of humour spreading her like vapours from the boiling pot from which I so recently came.

There is the smile, spreading out over her face, covering the ponies closest by, as if it had been the mists covering them, while they keep laughing at what jokes she spread as antics hopping left and right, including the legendary party Canon she wields at her slightest whim.

What I see is what seems a perpetual smile, as if she is amused by anything she sees before her. Her place is to laugh at any and everything. Or is it just me? To see a Pony step out of the depths of what she had tossed into the caldron, it is not what you are to take lightly.

Looking around, there is a bed, made neatly. She is an organised Pony, by the looks of it. Then I notice a few balloons scattered out on the floor, some cowering under the bed, while the majority is soaring just under the ceiling of her room, covering most of it.

How could something as heavy as a Canon be in her room, as if it had been light enough to be moved around in a room on the second floor?

“If you don’t mind, I think I need to lie down and rest for a moment!” I enquire.

“Okeley dokeley!” she responds, pointing towards her bed.

“Thanks, it is just so much to take in, it makes me dizzy!” I pointed out as explanation.

“I am Pinkie Pie. I need you to be just as happy as the next Pony, you know!” she responded as if it had been the most natural thing.

“Is this why you are smiling all the time?” I enquired.

“Guess you could put it like that, too. It always brings a smile to my face, seeing Ponies happy, knowing they are my friends!” she explained.

“Can’t have too many friends, right?” I continued.

“I can’t see it. The more, the merrier. I live by it. Just as I live to make them all smile. Now you are one of them, a Pony I need to keep happy. I need to see you smile!” she pointed out.

“For now, I just need to rest. I need to catch my breath and sort all the new impressions!” I put forth.

“Guess I can be overwhelming on occasion, just as I need to be more considerate from time to time!” she pondered on a more solemn tone.

“Overwhelming, I guess that is the understatement of all times, where I lie, right now. Just a moment of quiet rest in the dark, and none by my side, even if it is the middle of the day?” I put forth.

“Oki dokie lokie!” she merely responded, walking out the door.

As the door quietly slammed shut, the light went up in smoke. For a moment, I could but blink. What was it with this one Pony, she is a ceaseless pool of wonders.

Then it hit me, I closed my eyes, there is no light and thus nothing to see. I closed my mouth, slowly breathing quietly through my nostrils, in and out, in and out. With that I went out, just like the light as she closed the door behind herself.

Slowly things started to come together, peace by pease. The fact that I had no name didn’t really bother me, although I would need one rather soon. To merely be a Bed-toy wouldn’t work for all that long, even for me.

The only next of kin, or family is Pinkie Pie. How the relation is to make sense I had left hanging in the air, partly due to her randomness. I had to save my strength for later. Maybe it would come to me some time soon. I had no idea, but that is of no consequence to me, maybe it never would.

From what I had gathered, I am a fully grown Adults by all accounts, short of name and mark, that is. I had neither name, nor mark at this point. I could live without the mark for a while longer, but I had started to itch for a name of my own. I am an individual separate from the mother who gave life to me. To claim she gave birth to me was stretching the logic beyond breaking point, at least to me.

Something within me soon recognised my Mare side, I have all the physical attributes and drives of one, thus I am one, right.

Just like her, I live to please. Her mainly. My dries tell me what I need to do, there is nothing confusing about it on this point.

I am an individual separate from her and every other Pony. I have drives and needs, requirements of my own. I am alive, sentient, and adult, with all the rights of one. I just need to claim them, make it official.

I open my eyes, once more, looking at the room with fresh eyes. I had been out for an untold period of time. How long wouldn’t matter.