Everypony is Celestia
Chapter One: The Baker

The life of a baker was simple.

"Here's your dozen Muffins Ditzy! I added an extra apple since I know Sparklers visiting! Oh and don't forget to bring Dinky to the 'Summer Vacation Reunion' Party at the park!"

You had a set place and after a while you'd have set order.

"Here's the cake for your mom's anniversary Button! Tell her that I'll be stopping by later today with my super duper special surprise gift!!"

And after a time after that, you know the names that come with the orders, the mother with the two children that want cupcakes with each delivery of bread, the single mare that orders bagels on a normal day, but a muffin if her date didn't go well the day before, even the hermit who has a surprisingly high class pallet despite what her home might suggest.

"And here's your crystal cupcake with extra catalyst Spike! Oh oh! And tell Twilight that I'll be bringing over some snacks for the Comet party later tonight!"

You'd know everyone after awhile and they'd know you. It was so different than what she was used to, Celestia couldn't get enough of it.

Pinkie Pie smiled as the last of the line trotted away, another lunch hour rush successfully delivered. She took note of the few ponies still eating inside the bakery, making sure to smile at them, check on their meals and bounced back into the bakery, passing Mr. Cake on her way.

"I'm going on my lunch break Mr. Cake! There's only a few ponies still eating in the store front!"

Mr. Cake was in the process of adding the finishing touches to a multi-layered cake, intricate spirals being added in raspberry frosting. Setting the bag of frosting down he turned back to shoot her a grateful grin, "Thanks Pinkie Pie! I know you don't normally work on weekends but with the Twins and Cupcake visiting the grandparents, we really appreciate it."

Pinkie Pie giggled as she bounced a box, a ball, and Gummy onto her back, "Oh it's no problem Mr. Cake! Tiny Itty Bitty Baby Ponies need to grandparent love too! It's essential to having a happy, healthy, childhood free of depression, mental instability and sadness! For at least the first ten years of child development! In fact, Long Study, a mare at Manehattan U, just published an fantastic paper under the theory that the more ties to family and friends foals have growing up, the longer their life expectancy by at least five years outside the normal average! The ramifications of the discover.... "

Pinkie trailed off, halter her prance out the door. She nervously turned to take in Mr. Cakes puzzled expression.

"Pinkie Pie? Are you oka-"

"Fine! I'm fine! Erm...I mean cookies! Cookies from grandponies are just the yummiest yum yums! A-and hugs! Grandponies give the best hugs! Like when I was a little filly, my Granny Pie would always give me the best of hugs!"

Pinkie gave a wide smile and stared nervously at Mr. Cake. His confused stare has gradually morphed into a small frown as his eyes filled with concern. Pinkie Pie's tail began to steadily twitch.

"Pinkie Pie, are you okay? You were talking about a study? Pinkie do you normally read such heavy liter-.."

Pinkie Pie's tail abruptly stopped twitching around the same time Mr. Cakes sentence trailed off. His eyes slowly sliding into an unfocused expression before snapping back to focus onto Pinkie Pie. Suddenly he laughed, "Oh Pinkie! You're so random!"

He continued down the hallway and out into the front of the bakery, no sign that he had ever been troubled, " You enjoy your break Pinkie, we're going to be up late tonight decorating Carrot Tops Birthday cake!"

"Okie Dokie Lokie Mr. Cake!" Called back Pinkie as she continued her hop out the back door, her hair not having quite the same bounce that it had previously.

Celestia still wasn't sure on how she came to live this life. Initially, it was just a simple disguise to sneak into the kitchens for some extra cakes. Then to local bakeries in Canterlot. Then trips to other towns. And suddenly a lovely couple needed help running their bakery after the husband sprained his ankle and she was there to lend a hoof.

"One day," she told herself when she first put on the baker hat, "One day and then its back to the castle."

But that one day a filly got her cutiemark and her parents ordered dozens upon dozens of sweets for the foal and set reservations for a party for that Friday. Much too much for just a pair of ponies. So she stayed an extra day, just to help them get by....then a town festival needed eighty three cupcakes by that Sunday. Then a bunny stampede destroyed their store front, then one of the ovens burnt out, and then she was asked to throw a birthday party for one of the foals, then a parent who attended that party asked if she could organize her filly's party and then...

You get the idea.

Pinkie Pie skipped down the street, her head held high as she greeted the other ponies she passed.She continued her way down to the local park where she turned a corner and found a small aside off the beaten path. Pinkie would come here often as a small quiet break to her day where hardly anypony would stop by to talk to Ponyvilles premier party planning pony. Just silence and nature to let her rest and reflect.

Seven. That had made it seven times that Pinkie had to confuse and lie to the cakes. Far from being her closest call but each time she had to misdirect and lie a stone would roll in her stomach. Quietly reminding her of the other lies she had made.

Pinkie stared up and watched dully as the trees branches swayed in the wind. was this right? Should she really be spending her tie like this? Or should she be honest with herself and the cakes. They were both doing fine so shouldn't she just go and-

*Twich Twich*

Pinkie pie dived to the side just in time to avoid being crushed by a pile of wood, tree sap, and filly. Peering over at the pile, Pinkie recognized Scootaloo, Apple Bloom, and Sweetie Bell as they tried to dis-engage from their wreckage. Groaning softly, each filly slowly dismantled themselves from the pile and examined the wreckage.

"It ain't too bad," Applebloom said, poking at a piece of wood, "Most of the wood didn't break this time and if we maybe use somethin more than tree sap to hold it toge-"

"Why is it allays tree sap!" Complained Sweetie Bell, " It gets in our main, it hurts to get out, and THIS IS THE THIRD TIME THIS WEEK!"

"Oh sorry pinkie pie! Didn' see you there. We didn't cause no trouble did we?"

Pinkie Pie stared at the three fillings before breaking out into a fit of the giggles.

"No," she snorted out, " You three are just Pinkie Perfect. How goes Crusading, Crusaders?"

Scootaloo jumped out of the pile and stood on top of it, her chest puffed out, " It goes perfect! We've crossed off airship pilots, yoga instructors, sandwich makers and carpentry!"

"Get off me!" Applebloom said, her voiced muffled by the fact that Scootaloo's hoof was on her face. Scootaloo hoped off and continued talking, not even glancing down at her fellow crusaders. "By the pace we're going! We'll find out our special talents before Lunch!" She finished, grinning at Pinkie Pie.

Pinkie Stared back at the other two crusaders dismantled themselves from the mess and came to stand beside their friend.
" But what are you up to Pinkie Pie?" asked Sweetie Bell as she looked up at the pink mare.

"Oh little old Pinkie?" Pinkie Pie asked, laughter still dancing in her eyes after her giggles had subsided. "Nothing yet!"

"You you Pinkie Pie, it's never nothing!" Smiled Scootaloo as she began to gather the rest of their crusader materials. "Your probably working on Berrie's party for next week already!"

It was a nice break from the prim and poise of Canterlot. Little slots of time where she could hum, sing, and dance. It had been years since "the bounce" had fallen out of fashion and being able to stretch her hooves and bounce her way around the bakery was a joy she hadn't felt in years. She'd laugh several times when putting pastries in the oven, just from the sheer idea that she was doing it herself.

After a while, her little ponies began to get curious. Who was the talented pink Baker who'd eat an alicorn sized meal during her lunch breaks and bounce through their town. Questions began to be asked, ponies began hanging out more by the cashier, making more small talk.

Her answers were vague at first. she'd laugh and say something nonsensical. It became a game for her, how far could she push their belief while also learning about her own little ponies. She enjoyed the conversations, leaving Canterlot a little earlier and staying in Ponyville a little later to hold a couple more conversations.

Pinkie Pie continued to zip around the room, much to the delight of the foals watching as one fillies living room was slowly transformed into a birthday game room with all the coolest games and decorations needed for a tenth birthday party, all the while chatting away with Gummy.

"What do you think Gummy? The yellow or the blue streamers?"

Which would you recommend Fancy? Sargent Nightingale or Sargent Still Waters?

Four streamers quickly flew from one end of the room to the other.

"Your right Gummy! Both would be so super amazing!"

Agreed, we'll observe them both until one of them proves their capability.

"But do you think the snack table should be in the corner, or center of the room?"

Table cloths were quickly set out, much to the delight of one filly who was under one of them.

I think we should be good with the packing industry situation, how do you think the market will react when the legislation is revealed.

The filly's previous world of white cloth was suddenly overwhelmed with Curley Pink.

"What do you think Berry Pinch?" asked Pinkie Pie, inches away from the giggling foal, "Where would you like the snack table to be put? Up close or far away?"

"Closer! Closer!" the foal chanted.

"Oki Doki Loki!" Chirped Pinkie Pie, pooping Berry on the nose before retreating, "I'll bring it to you."

Pinkie's hyperactive and fast talking voice was a special gift that she made ample use of. Allowing her to multi-task and keep several thoughts and plans running simultaneously, without getting the two confused. It takes a lot to properly plan out and run a party, but Pinkie Pie was the best at ensuring that, through all the hard work, her ponies were happy and smiling by the end of it.

She slowly trotted into the Library, a picnic basket on her back, "Twilight!" she called out, "I'm here for the super-special-once-in-a-lifetime sky event thingy!"

"We're on the balcony!" Twilight's voice echoed back from upstairs and Pinkie could hear the faint chatter of her friends talking.

Friends.

She stopped by the fireplace and beamed at the picture on the mantel, six ponies huddled together with smiles at the camera.

Six ponies who weren't teacher and student, ruler and subjects, older and younger, just good friends.

Friends who played pranks on one another.

Friends who helped each other when they were feeling down or needed help.

Friends who would be there for her and she for them when needed.

Equals.

Her beam turned into a smile and she bounced up the stairs, letting out a laugh of pure joy, something she previously hadn't felt in a long, long time before coming to Ponyville.

Finally it had become her new normal. A couple forbidden time spells to ensure Canterlot didn't miss her, several new laws and policies that would eventually make Equestria more of a democracy, and one Alligator Medium and she was set. She was free to stay in Ponyville for as long as she wanted.

"Sorry for being late girls! Rush hour ran a little late at Sugar Cube Corner. But I brought cupcakes!"

Twilight glanced up from the telescope, she had been tipple checking that all seven of the telescopes were perfectly calibrated so that every pony's view for the night would be of the spectral up close instead of it being a small blur in the sky.

"Thanks Pinkie Pie!" Twilight chirped as she trotted over to help Pinkie Pie unload her saddles, "The Library was very busy today so I didn't have time to make those mini-sandwiches I was talking about earlier."

Pinkie Pie gave a grin as she unloaded the last of the boxes, "That's perfectly fine! Your Auntie Pinkie Pie has you covered!" She then bumped the table causing all the boxes to burst open and display the assortment of snacks.

Twilight's inner scientist groaned the same time as her stomach as she surveyed all the snacks that had impossibly made themselves available to her. There were Apple tarts, poached pears, fruit kebabs and...

"Carrot Cake Donuts?" she asked, look up at Pinkie Pie with wide eyes as Rainbow Dash and Rarity moved in to take some, "I only get these from Pony Joe! And he makes them for me special!"

"Oh yeah!" replied Pinkie as she handed off the apple tart to Applejack, "It was just after rush hour and I was like; Pinkie!Youhaveleftovercarrotcakebutnotenoughtomakeafullbrownieorcupcakebutadonutalreadyhaslessmass SOOOOOOOO, I just made a couple donuts instead of a sad-looking half carrot-cake-cup-cake-!"

Twilight blinked twice and eye twitched once before giving up on the issue and took one in her grasp, "Well whatever the reason, thank you Pinkie Pie, these are my personal favorite!"

Pinkie Pie grinned at her friend.

"I'll be sure to keep it in mind!"

"Alright little one! Are you ready to learn some magic?"

"..."

"Hey...its okay. I know I may seem scary being a big fancy white Princess Alicorn bu-"

*GRUMBLE*

"...Sorry..."

"Are you hungry? Tell you what, I know a place in Canterlot that has the best comfort food, how about we eat there before we start. Does that sound good?"

"...Do they have carrot cake?"

"...I'm sure Pony Joe will be able to figure something out!"

She came to love this life. The life of a zanny hyperactive baker who knew everyponies name and was friends with them all. The pony who made sure a town knew that they were loved and celebrated their existence. The friend to six girls in a now who liked her for who she was. The Pink Pony Baker who worked at Sugar Cube Corner with the Cakes. Maybe one day she would leave it behind. But for today she was able to be herself...

Pinkie Pie

Author's Note

Re-written and re-checked. Not back for good but able to stay long enough