The Party Hasn't Ended

by themouthofmush

Rating: everyone
Tags: Slice of Life, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Other, Romance, Pinkie Pie
Length: 2980

It’s Spike’s birthday and everypony in town is celebrating it with him. Everypony, except Royal Riff. Why isn’t he at the party with all of his friends? Is something bothering him?

It’s Spike’s birthday and everypony in town is celebrating it with him. Everypony, except Royal Riff. Why isn’t he at the party with all of his friends? Is something bothering him?

This story is inspired by this song, which was inspired by this story.

This story has been a long time in the making. I would like to thank everyone who helped me with it, especially the proof-readers who helped me out more than they know. I would especially like to thank my friend FlashKenshin77 for his help with a certain pony's dialogue.

Published 2014-12-15 01:50:05 UTC
Last updated 2014-12-15 01:50:05 UTC

The Party Hasn't Ended

Half a cup of my favorite bubbly drink. Check

One daisy sandwich, with all the fixings. Check.

A small candle lightening up an otherwise dim room. Check.

A feeling that I would rather be somewhere else at the moment. Check.

I looked up at the ceiling, trying to figure out what apparently was wrong with my life that this was considered an enjoyable evening plan, before I turned my attention towards my kitchen window.

Even though it was completely on the other side of town, the noise of the party was so loud that it felt like it was happening right next door.

I turned away from the window, looking at the small plate in front of me and what was on it – a daisy sandwich, with extra amounts of daisies, wrapped around a crispy leaf of lettuce, topped with a juicy slice of tomato, crispy onions, fresh olives, rich pickles, and two stacks of hay bacon, all stuffed between two slices of sourdough bread.

Normally, this amazing sight would make my stomach growl with anticipation, my hunger longing to devour it. Not right now, though. Right now, even as I gazed upon the sandwich, and knew that it would be a delicious treat, my stomach didn’t want any of it.

I looked at the plate’s contents for a little while longer and sighed, pushing the plate away, deciding to save it for tomorrow instead.

I reached for my cup, the caffeinated bubbles of the drink mostly gone, and downed the rest of it in one go, sitting the cup down next to the plate.

I leaned back on my chair and just stared at the kitchen roof, thinking of what to do with the rest of my evening.

A loud thumping from outside caught my attention, making me look through my window again. The glass of my window started to vibrate, fiercely, as if trying to escape its confines to become a part of the festivities.

I shook my head, a small smirk creeping its way onto my lips as a slight chuckle came out of my mouth. I was really surprised that she didn’t start up any sooner.

A quick flash of a Ponyville resident crossed my mind, causing another chuckle to escape.

Wouldn’t doubt it if he had a hoof in it. Vinyl does seem to have a hard time whenever she is around mister purple-and-green. It being his birthday party and everything probably made it harder for her, possibly making her all flustered and whatnot.

My smirk grew wider as another chuckle escaped.

Oh, boy. What I wouldn’t give to see her like that. It would really be a sight to behold. That’s it; I’m going to go over there right now and see if I co…

Whatever joy I was having was crushed as soon as I realized where I was – the entrance of my place with my hoof on the doorknob.

I kept my hoof there, unsure of what to do. Part of me wanted to turn the knob, to use Vinyl as an excuse, go to that party and do what I really wanted to do. Another part of me wanted to turned the knob, as well, but run away from this village and leave all of my problems behind.

I sighed, deciding to do neither of those choices, and walked into what would be considered a living room – two single seat couches facing a three seat couch, all of which were in decent enough shape, with two tree stubs pushed together, in an attempt to make a table of sorts, in the space between the three of them, four carpets thrown around all willy-nilly, doing completely nothing for either the floor and the room.

I slumped onto my “giant” couch, trying to become one with the soft stiffness that the pillows had to provide for me.

A slight vibration, a buzz, seemed to be going through the entirety of my apartment, but the party didn’t seem to get any louder than it was previously.

I pulled one of the spare pillows over my head, hoping, for whatever reason, that it would have some sort of effect on the buzzing. It didn’t.

The buzzing seemed to somehow get louder, though I knew that that wasn’t the case.

The party’s music decided to, right then and there, suddenly increase in intensity and I found myself on the floor just as suddenly. How I got there, I had no idea; one second I was on my couch, buried under a pillow, and the next I was on the flat on my back, staring at my living room’s ceiling.

“And now I’m on the floor, great.” A sigh escaped my lips as I closed my eyes, the party’s booms and the building’s buzzes giving me a headache.

I just need to find something to escape into. It doesn’t matter what. Anything has to be better than what’s going on right now.

I closed my eyes shut, as shut as I could, in hopes of something happening.

After what felt like an hour, I just sighed and opened my eyes. What I saw, however, caught me off guard.

All around me were balloons of various shapes, sizes, and colors, streamers falling from the roof here and there, and ponies everywhere.

How did all of these ponies get into my house and set up a party without me knowing?

“Okay, what’s go-“

A dark gray hoof wrapped itself around my neck, causing me to almost spill the drink I just noticed I was holding. “This is some amazing party, isn’t it buddy!?” the hoof’s owner told me.

“You don’t have to be so loud though Lane,” I told him, shaking my head in hopes of getting rid of some of the ringing. “I’m right next to you.”

I could feel him looking around everywhere, obviously not hearing what I said. Why he was a close friend of mine I couldn’t understand at times.

After being moved around, all willy-nilly, as Thunderlane literally checked out every single mare at the party, he looked at the drink I was holding onto.

“So, are you going to actually drink that?” I couldn’t shake my head fast enough before Thunderlane downed the contents of my drink.

“Seriously, it still surprises me how quickly you could down something Lane.”

He gave me a goofy smirk and a slight chuckle. “It’s a gift.”

“If you say so.”

I looked around, trying to figure out the reason why all these ponies were celebrating. “So, whose birthday is it this time?”

Thunderlane lightly tapped my forehead. “Are you for real Riff? The party is for you. It’s your birthday, remember?”

I looked at him in disbelief. “But my birthday wa-“

I must have looked sick or something because Thunderlane removed his hoof from around my neck. “You okay, Riff?”

“Y-yeah...”

He just stared at me, while I kept avoiding his ever present gaze. I heard him sigh. “You were up late last night again, weren’t you?”

As much I tried to be against it, to not show him how right he was, a lazy grin on my face. “Y-yeah, but it had to be done. Octavia requested a bunch of her ensemble’s strings to be restrung, which is taking me longer than it should, not to mention that I still have to retune Frederic’s piano.”

He shook his head and looked me in the eyes. “I swear, you need to get la-“

Out of nowhere, a white frosted piece of cake flew into his mouth, causing him to step back a bit and me to laugh a little. You got to love those random thrown cakes at these parties.

“I’ll let you to finish that cake, Thunderlane. It’s been good chatting with you.”

I stepped away and immersed myself with the rest of the party goers, leaving Thunderlane to struggle with eating his cake.

Time seemed to go by quickly for the rest of the party.

I talked with other ponies every now and then, small talk and birthday wishes mostly, actually ate some of the food, baked goods, party favors, and sugary sweets, from time-to-time, and enjoyed the music being played, being suckered into dancing, for better or worse.

Ponies slowly starting to leave, either by themselves, in groups, or being carried, until there were only a small hoofful of party goers left.

Vinyl started to pack up her equipment, with Spike helping her out. Truth be told, it was probably more than likely that she might have bribed him with a gem to do that, but he didn’t seem to mind, given by the smile plastered on his face. He might have helped her out regardless.

Thunderlane was in the corner, talking to Twilight, at least that’s what I think her name was. (She seemed like a good mare, though there haven’t been much interaction between me and her.) Whatever they were talking about seemed to be going good since they were both laughing and had smiles plastered on their faces.

The twins, Flitter and Cloudchaser, were standing next to the drink table. Flitter, the younger one, I think, was trying her hardest to get her sister’s attention, but it seemed all that Cloudchaser could do was just glare over at where Thunderlane was. If death glares could actually kill, those two would have probably been dead multiple times over.

Something tapped at my shoulder. As I moved to see what it was, a chunk of something found its way into my mouth. I would have probably tried to throw it up if it was for the amazingly, familiar taste of deliciousness – vanilla mint. I tried my best to eat the chunk in one bite, but, as I couldn’t, ate it in two bites instead.

“Oooh; and I thought I was a fast eater.” A voice giggled.

“P-p-pinkie…” was all I could say as she popped out of nowhere in front of me.

“So… did you like the party?” she asked with puppy dog eyes.

“W-well, I like it.” I looked down at my cup. “Never really had somepony throw me a party like this this quickly.”

She gasped, grabbed me by the shoulders, and forced our snouts to touch. “No pony’s ever thrown you a party this fast? But… it’s your birthday!”

I tried to open my mouth, but it wouldn’t move. All I could do was just look into her eyes, those big pools of light cerulean blue, pulling me in, the light reflecting just enough that they sparkled.

She stared into my eyes, tilting her head slightly. “Did you like the cake? I made just for you!”

I would have fallen to the ground, but I just stood there. “R-really? Y-y-you made it…” I gulped, a heat spreading across my face, still looking into those marvelous eyes of her’s. “You made it, just for m-m-me?”

“Of course, silly filly! Why wouldn’t I? The cake is like, one of the most important part of any party. Well, besides the partyee and presents, because who doesn’t like presents! It’s a mini surprise in every box!”

“Y-y-y-yeah” is what I wanted to say. What came out was more of a mixture of a severely raspy throat, a frog croaking, and sandpaper being torn in half.

She giggled. “Oh, I bet I can do that too!” She tried to imitate the noise, her snout scrunching up and she concentrated, her tongue slightly sticking out the side of her mouth.

If it was possible for my face to turn even redder, I would have turn into a tomato at that moment. “P-pinkie, stop that. Everypony is going to think you’re weird.”

“But… I can do this…“ She continued to try. “And besides, we’re the only two here,” she added nonchalantly. She finally copied the noise and the grin was nearly blinding. “See! I did it!”

I looked around the room, hoping that she was wrong, hoping that at least a few ponies were still there, but everypony had cleared out, leaving the two of us alone. I gulped, trying to steel myself for what I was about to do.

“P-p-p-pinkie...”

“Yes, Riffy?” She blinked, still smiling.

‘Yes Riffy?’ R-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-rif-f-f-fy?

She paused and stared at me, her gaze slightly unnerving. She leaned forward quickly and I felt her lips touch mine for a few seconds. She quickly broke the kiss. “Sorry, you had some frosting and I didn’t want it to feel left out… It was soooo good.”

“Did, did it just, just get hot in, in here?”

Pinkie’s eyes looked concerned for a moment, her sparkling orbs turning into dim disks. She said something, but her chipper, cheery voice turned muffled and far away. Her body started to lean to the right as she slowly started to become a blur, the light of the room dissolving into darkness.

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The ceiling of my living room started to come into focus. I was lying down on the floor, looking at it.

“It was sooo good.”

Those words, the words that Pinkie said to me, came out of my mouth.

I slapped myself. I tried to move it aside, but was glued to my head, blocking the view of my lovely ceiling. I shook my head, in hopes of regaining my view, but nothing happened.

Why did she do that? Why would she do that? Does she-Stop it, Riff. Get a hold of yourself. But she might-It’s been weeks. Don’t you think that if she felt the same way that she would have told you by now? She’s been busy with parties, work, and taking care of the Cake twins. You know her. She would have found a way regardless of anything. So, just stop it, Riff, before you tear yourself apart.

I rolled to my side and got up onto my four feet. That was when I noticed the quiet.

I walked towards my window and looked out. It seems that the noise of the party was over, meaning that the festivities were done.

“Good, now I could actually get some sleep.”

I stepped away from the window and headed for my bedroom. I wasn’t even a step out of my living room when somepony knocked on my door.

I sighed and looked at my bedroom, hoping that whoever was knocking might give up and think I was asleep.

Another set of knocks came from the door. A sigh escaped my lunges as I made for the door.

Another set of knocks came from the door. “Alright, alright.” I answered, not really caring to mask my irritation. “I’m coming. So, just stop with the knocking.”

Four quick knocks were my only response.

I opened the door. “Can I hel-”

Something lodged itself into my mouth, causing me to back step. I wanted to get whatever it was that found its way into my mouth quickly out of it, but a familiar taste stopped me from doing that.

Cautiously, I licked at it and yelled with glee, at least it would have been if not for my mouth being stuffed with the deliciousness - a vanilla mint muffin. I tried to eat it in one bite, but was forced to chew it properly in order to actually eat it.

“Oooh; and I thought I was a fast eater,” came a voice from outside.

I gazed up (apparently trying to eat a whole muffin in one bite makes you look down) and saw owner of the voice, Pinkie Pie.

“Hey there, Pinkie…”

“Hey, Riff. I just wanted to check up on you since you weren’t at the party…you should’ve come, it was amazing.”

“Yeah, sorry about that,” I told her, running a hoof through my mane. “I wanted to come, but I wasn’t feeling all that well. Guess I’ve been working a little too much recently.”

She frowned. “Aw. Well, you shouldn’t work too hard. You don’t wanna be sick, it’s yucky. If you need any help, I’ll help, or try to.”

“O-okay. I’ll promise to come to you if I need help. Wouldn’t want to feel yucky now, would I?”

She shook her head rapidly. “Nope! It’s called yucky for a reason, no pony wants to be it. Although…” She tapped a hoof to her chin, lost in thought.

I gulped. “Pinkie, I wanted to…” She was so lost in thought that it made her some more adorable than ever, which shouldn’t be possible. I shook my head and smiled a little. “I wanted to thank you for the muffin. It was delicious.”

She blinked, coming back and smiled. “Oh, it was no biggie. Thought you could use something to eat and like my friend says, ‘Muffins are the best!’”

“Yeah, they...Wait, muffins? Did you make more than just one?” I shook my head a little, letting a small chuckle out. “Did you eat the rest on the way here?”

She nervously giggled and her cheeks were highlighted, with just the hint of red. “Maybe… I’m sorry! They were soooo good, I couldn’t help it. I promised myself one and only one and the next thing I know, there’s only one left. Do you forgive me?” she pleaded, puppy dog eyes and all.

I couldn’t help but stifle a laugh (wouldn’t want her to think I was rude now). “It’s okay. Don’t worry about it. Though,” I leaned in, placing my lips on her’s for a few seconds, “you did have a few crumbs there. Wouldn’t want it to feel left out, you know.”

Author's Note

welp, there you have it. this story started out as an homage, then decided to get a live of its own. that being said, i loved working on it. let me know what you think, whether you loved it, hated it, or just randomly clicking into it by accident.