Best Party Ever

by Captain Unstoppable

Rating: everyone
Tags: Caramel, Pinkie Pie, Slice of Life, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Romance
Length: 1482

During pregnancy, one goes through a wide range of emotions due to the hormones going crazy in the body. Sometimes, these emotions might linger on one longer than others, and for Pinkie this is depression. What is her husband to do to help her?

During pregnancy, one goes through a wide range of emotions due to the hormones going crazy in the body. Sometimes, these emotions might linger on one longer than others, and for Pinkie this is depression. What is her husband to do with his party mare being unable to go through a day without crying? Throw her the best party ever of course!

Published 2015-02-16 22:40:02 UTC
Last updated 2015-02-16 22:40:02 UTC

Best Party Ever

Best Party Ever

Pinkie Pie gave a sigh as she laid on the dark brown couch of the cottage she shared with Caramel. She was rubbing her hoof over her noticeably larger belly as she looked at the wall in front of her. The wall had photos of different parts of her life, such as her with her family when they visited from the rock farm, her surrounded by all her friends, and one of her wedding day of lifting Caramel bridal style on the altar, his eyes wide in surprise. It was the happiest day of her life.

The picture she was focusing the most on was her holding Rainbow’s son Zap and Applejack’s daughter Swift. Both foals were healthy and happy, as their Auntie Pinkie held them close. Outside of the picture she could still see the look of horror as Rainbow and Applejack noticed that within the ten seconds they had entered Sugar Cube Corner, their foals had been foalnapped by their crazy aunt.

Those happy days seemed so far away to her as she just lay there. Her normally cotton candy shaped mane was flat, and her face was stained with tears. All day, she had been going into bouts of depression in which she would just break down and cry for no reason. Rainbow Dash and Applejack had told her about the random mood swings and how they might get stuck in one mood longer than others, like how Applejack would stay angry longer, and Rainbow wanting to have more intimate time with Mac. Nopony could have guessed that Pinkie Pie, a pony most considered to be the happiest pony ever, would be stuck in the sad setting of being pregnant.

Most days she didn’t want to leave the house, not wanting to break down in public or in front of her friends. She didn’t like breaking down in front of Caramel, who would always drop what he was doing to comfort her. She loved that about him, but she didn’t want him to have to be stuck in the house with him having to act like a teddy bear.

With another deep sigh, she rolled over on the couch rubbing her belly more. She was nine months in; in two more months she and Caramel will have another addition to their family. Colt or Filly? They didn’t know nor did they want to know, wanting to be surprised when they were born. With everyday that passed though, Pinkie could not help but doubt herself and think she was unsuited to be a mother. All she could do was cry now, not even being able to go out and work at the bakery which she loved. What if she was like this when the foal was born?

This sent another wave of sadness through her as she grabbed the pillow she had been using in place of Caramel and started to cry again. She didn’t like this; she’d rather suffer from morning sickness every day and bouts of sickness throughout the day instead of this. As she sobbed softly into the pillow, she heard a small crash from outside the cottage.

Pinkie looked up from the couch up at the door and the window next to it. She and Caramel lived a little bit outside of Ponyville, and was not near any of the main roads, so any noise not made by animals was strange out there. Looking out the window, she didn’t see anything, but she could of sworn she heard something. Before she could get up to give a closer look, the front door flew open and the sound of somepony pounding on a drum, the clashing on cymbals, the ringing of wind chimes, and the ever so familiar noise of a party horn being blown came flying in.

Carmel walked into the room, trying to balance all the instruments as he walked on his hind legs, using his forelegs to strike the bass drum hanging from his shoulders. His hind legs also had small cymbals attached to them, so that with every step they would clang together. Wind chimes that would jingle every time he took a step were attached to his back, and the entire time he was blowing on the party horn, which would fold back to bop him on the nose.

He marched in front of Pinkie, playing each instrument to the best of his ability trying to circle around the couch where she was. Though this plan did not work for Carmel.Even though he was an Earth Pony, he was not all that strong, and the movement and heavy equipment were getting to him, along with the constant blowing. As he took another step, he tripped over his own two hooves and started to fall backwards. His eyes went wide as he tried to write right himself, the party horn giving short blasts of sound. However, he fell backwards with the drum landing on his stomach, forcing the air out of his stomach and through the party horn.

Pinkie just stared at him, as he squirmed on the floor, trying to push the giant drum off his stomach. The horn was still in his mouth and was still blaring as he kicked his legs trying to get up, making the cymbals clash together. After a few seconds, he pushed the large drum off him and dropped the horn, his face red as he panted. Looking up at Pinkie, who was still shocked, he gave a weak smile. Before anything else could happen, he darted out of the room and back out the front door, only to return with the party cannon.

He pulled on the string and waited for the confetti to fly out, but nothing happened. Looking over at Pinkie he pulled the string again harder, then again, and again wanting the cannon to go off. Finally, with a grunt, he walked over to the front of the cannon to try to see if it was loaded right. No sooner than he put his face in front of the cannon it went off, sending the stallion backwards, covering his face with confetti.

He landed on his back, looking up at the ceiling, eyes wide as if he had just died. Slowly turning his head to face Pinkie, he gave a weak smile “Um… surprise?” he laughed as he scratched the back of his mane.

Pinkie just stared at him, before tears started to swell in her eyes again. Caramel instantly started to panic as he ran to her and got on the couch with her, taking her hooves in his.

“I’m sorry, Pinkie! I didn’t mean to upset you! I was just trying to make you smile. I know this whole thing has been tough on you so—” before Caramel could say anything else Pinkie’s lips smashed into his as she hugged him. Before Caramel could fully react, Pinkie pulled away and placed her head on his shoulder.

“That was the sweetest thing you have ever done for me!” she said, as she started to laugh. “The look on your face as you started to fall, and the way your horn was blowing was just super funny!” she pulled away from him and gave him a warm smile. “You're the best husband ever!” she laughed more, as she nuzzled against his neck.

Caramel was just looking down at her in surprise, but soon return the hug. “Well, it’s the least I can do for the best wife in the world,” he said as he returned the nuzzle. The couple sat there on the couch, just enjoying the warmth of each other’s company when Pinkie’s stomach gave a loud growl. Both of them laughed as both of their hooves found there way to Pinkie’s stomach. “Sounds like Sugar Rush is hungry,” Caramel laughed as he kissed her nose.

“Well, we want banana cake with chocolate frosting, powder sugar, pickles, and...garlic!” Pinkie shouted, rubbing her face of the tears as Caramel just laughed.

“That sounded good till the last two things,” he said, “I will be back as soon as possible! And while I am there I will pick up a few other cakes and cupcakes just in case you change your mind,” he said standing up. As he did a thought crossed Pinkie’s mind.

“Wait, shouldn't you be at work on the farm?” Caramel turned and smiled.

“Mac and Braeburn owed me a few favors, so they are taking over the work for me today. I knew you were not in the best of moods this morning, so I thought you needed to have small party,” he said, gesturing to the instruments and the cannon. “Though, I think I will leave that to you for now on.” he laughed.

Pinkie laughed as well as she kissed him on the cheek. “It was the best party ever.”