Pen On Paper

“Welcome to ponyville! I’m Pinkie Pie! I can’t wait t-”

“Why in Celestia’s name are you in my house!” I said shakingly, cutting off the overly hyper home intruder.

“What?”, she shrugged, “Usually everypony is okay with me coming into their house”

“Wait, let me get this straight, ponies are just okay with you invading their homes? Does personal space just not exist here?”

“Well, I only barge into some ponies house when I have to tell them something really important or I have to tell them about a super amazing party coming up” she said justifyingly.

“So which is it then, is Sombra back or is it some ponies birthday?” I asked, still concerned about the marauding mare who had annihilated the hinges on my door.

“Well duh, it’s your welcome party!” she said with a huge smile on her face.

“Welcome party? Sorry miss, but I don’t do parties.”

My words seemed to have an instant effect on her, it was like she had never heard of a pony who wasn’t obsessed with parties, which wasn’t much of a surprise to me as this community seemed close knit.

“You, you don’t like parties?” her voice was quiet, but I could tell this was but the eye of the storm.

Luckily she forgot about my lack of interest, and instead focused her attention on Danny, my parasprite.

“Just great! Now I have to go find a tuba”

“Don’t worry, it’s a guy, no worry of an infestation” I said, but I then noticed that she had already trotted off.

It was hard to focus on my work after my encounter with the odd pink party pony. How could one be so hyper while still somehow functioning in society, much less having everypony in the town adore her? Thoughts rushed through my brain, was this town involved with a massive cult? Was she a high political figure or something? Was she just really nice in addition to being overly spastic? Was every pony in this town as mental as she was?

I decided to settle my thoughts with some cola, the acidic beverage had always served as a method to clear my mind, I’ve been drinking the stuff since I was a colt, the sugar and bubbles almost had a hypnotic effect on me.

I decided to flee the solemn safety of my home and visit the local sweets shop. The second I walked I noticed Pinkie pie playing with three soft colored fillies, while five other mares, one of which an alicorn accompanied by a baby dragon, were watching. I almost didn’t notice the magical winged wonder, I had grown up with changelings that could fly and use magic, I was actually surprised when I first heard of ponies besides me that only had horns.

“Two cases of cola, please” I asked the mare with a blue coat

“Right away!” she said with a smile, backing up my theory that everyone here was in some form of mass hysteria, or being controlled by a cult.

I payed for my soda and nearly made it out the door before being approached by the alicorn.

“Hey, are you the new pony in town?” Her words took me by surprise, not because of her being a princess, but because I didn’t expect a stranger to just talk to me for no reason, I knew everypony here was crazy but this was insane, for my standards at least.

“Well, changeling, but yeah, I’m new”

“Changeling?” She said nervously with an ounce of conviction in her voice, it must have been odd hearing that, I’m sure that there were plenty of normal ponies who followed the disturbing and quite frankly stupid trend of calling themselves changelings despite the complete lack of any sort of insect DNA. I took off my hood to show that I was, infact, a changeling.

“Well, granted I don’t have wings, but I am a changeling” As I finished my sentence her face showed not the usual look of horror or shock, but of acceptance.

“Well, pony or not, we can’t wait for your welcome party!”

“Yeah, quick question about that, who’s planning it?” I said with convincing, yet fake care in my voice, I’ve always hated parties, but I wanted to make a good image of myself in this town.

“Pinkie Pie of course! She’s kinda the only party planner here”

“Brilliant, someone I’ve already met”

“Let me guess, she just barged in didn’t she?”

“Yeah, the hinges on my door are totalled”

“You can get some new ones made at Sweet Apple Acres, it’s just west of here, I suggest tungsten, so far she hasn’t been able to break that” she said half part joking and half part sympathetic.

“Thanks for the tip, I’ll be sure to stop by there”

After that quick and ultimately meaningless talk I went back to my cottage and took a nap.