My Own Kiddo

After the changeling fiasco, I decided to take care of Bluey. Hey, don't judge me, I'm not a creative pony when it comes to names. After, like, two months, she actually started walking and flying a little. Feeding her was not as problematic as I thought. When it came to sleep, for now I'm letting her snuggle with me. She wouldn't have to worry about midnight snacks, at least, since she would only have to hug me to get food. One day though, I thought, 'Why not take her for a walk?' It seemed like a good idea... At the time. Trouble started when I was walking near Sugarcube Corner. Since Bluey could walk I let her be under my right wing. I kept on making sure she was okay.

"Hiya Zappy!" Pinkie exclaimed from her counter through the window. I stopped and looked through said window to see Pinkie waving excitedly. It was then I realized, I messed up. I figured out that changeling babies are a little sensitive to noises, and when Pinkie meets a new pony... I simply smiled nervously and waved back. I started continuing on my way, but Pinkie popped up in front of me. "Whatcha doing here Zap? I thought you'd wouldn't get out of your house until-" she spotted the changeling baby in my right wing, "Oh my Celestia is that a foal?!" Pinkie exclaimed loudly. Bluey back peddled out of my wing and bumped into the wall. "Wait, a changeling foal?... Zappy, is there something you're not telling me?" She asked. She scooped up Bluey, who was either confused, terrified, or both. I took Bluey, asked Mrs Cake to watch her for a moment and got back to Pinkie.

"Well, someone came by a couple months ago," I said. "She wanted someone to take care of her baby, and I was the only one she thought was a good idea. I dunno why she thought that, but I hope it's the right choice for the kiddo's sake."

"Wait what?! How are you better than me at babysitting?!" She glared at... Um... I don't really know who she glared at, she just kinda glared at someone off to the side. I sigh and pat Pinkie's head.

"Don't fret too much over it. I'm taking care of her as a parent, not a babysitter. The difference is that a babysitter gets paid to do it, and doesn't have to deal with a kid all the time. A parent is a literally full time job where you only get paid with the sight of your kid growing up. Hopefully," I said with a smirk. Pinkie tilted her head at me with confusion. "No, I'm not her father or any blood relative at all," I explained. She nodded. Twilight rounds the corner, spotted us and runs over.

"Hey Zapper! What're you two talking about?" She asked. Pinkie interjects immediately.

"Zappy's the father!" She pats me on the back with a force that knocks me to my front legs in a kneeling position. I got back up to see Twilight's face. Not gonna lie, it was priceless.

"No, I'm taking care of Bluey until her mother comes back," I said.

"Bluey?" Twilight asked. I nodded and went inside to see Mrs Cake giggling as Bluey licked herself clean of chocolate cake. She chittered loudly, and I couldn't help but chuckle, bringing attention to myself. Twilight and Pinkie came in and saw the scene. "... Is that a baby changeling?"

"Yep. I'm lookin' after the kiddo," I said. I noogied Bluey's hair for emphasis.

"... Mhmm," Twilight said. She looked at Bluey with curiosity, and I could tell that she saw an oppertunity.

"No, Twilight, you cannot experiment her," I said sternly. Pinkie giggles while Twilight blushes with embarrassment.

"I-I wasn't thinking that! What would make you think I'd experiment on a sentient being?!" She asked. I gave her an unamused look.

"You turned a frog into an orange and you were not worried at all," I said.

"That was once!"

"You literally changed a group of bat's diet and did not give them any alternatives, which would lead them to starvation and eventual death."

"... Okay so maybe-"

"You had unleashed a cubic meter of parasprites into Ponyville, then changed their diet, which technically made it worse."

"Okay Zapper-"

"One last example. You decided to not use common sense and pretty much destroyed other sentient beings, supposedly, and hoped for the best that you got the right one. I know it's easily avoidable because when you have too many Pinkies who say that they are the real Pinkie and the one Pinkie who says that she doesn't know herself is indeed the real Pinkie because she's sad that no one will know it's her specifically as the fake Pinkie do not know you guys enough to care. I also want to mention the fact that you lack common sense sometimes," I said the last part under my breathe, only Bluey heard it and she giggled. Twilight is extremely red, smoke coming off her head as she glared daggers into my very soul.

"... I admit, I was not very... Knowledgable, but I learned from my mistakes," she said. I nodded.

"Indeed you did. I'm still not trusting you to foalsit my kiddo though," I said. She grumbled, but nodded. "Pinkie, I'll consider you to foalsit her okay?" I asked. Pinkie nodded her head so blindly fast, I actually got a little dizzy to that sight. "That's good to hear. Anyway, ya ready to go my kiddo?" I asked my little blue changeling. She nodded. We went off back to the house, and I kinda felt relieved to know that the kiddo won't have to worry about the infamous Pinkie Welcome Parties. I opened the door, only to find a banner saying, "Welcome Bluey!" Hung on the ceiling. Balloons were literally everywhere. Music blasted at us as everyone said, "Surprise!" I smiled nervously while Bluey was ecstatic. I was seriously worried that Pinkie would scare Bouey with a party. You know, new strange looking ponies are everywhere acting super friendly with you. It creeps me out, but Bluey loves all the attention she's getting. I sighed and just walked into my room, ignoring everyone's welcome. I turned to Pinkie.

"First order of babysitting, don't let her stay up past eight. It takes her hours to calm down. Make sure she gets sleepy and tired. As long as she's okay, I don't care what you do. Goodnight." With that, I promptly went of my room and flopped on the couch, ignoring the music and chattering and laughter. I just gotta wonder, why me?