Misadventures Of A Blank Pony

Pinkie Pie and I are walking through Ponyville. We are in the market section. We stand in line for a ''fruity icicle'' stand. Pinkie Pie turns to me, with a confident glare.

''I'm giving you a challenge, Blank.'' She told me.

''A... what?''

''A challenge! It's like the daring game that Applejack and Rarity have been playing quite often during a sleepover! Oh right! Silly me! You don't know what I mean!''

She's right. I am completely confused by what she just spilled here.

''So, basically, I CHALLENGE you... To take the order yourself!''

''M-me?''

''Yes, you! I don't want anything! I want you to order the flavor of the fruity icicle yourself!''

''B-but... I can't...''

''YES YOU CAN, BLANKY!''

Again, she presses her hooves to my face, pressing her nose to mine, our eyeballs nearly touching eachother.

''YOU CAN DO EVERYTHING, EVEN RIDE A MONKEY UP IN SPACE, STEAL A HAT FROM AN ANGRY SANDWICH EATER, GO TO PARALLEL UNIVERSES AND especially... FULFILL YOUR DREAMS! DO YOU HAVE ANY DREAMS?!''

''Uh, I--''

''I SAY! DO YOU HAVE ANY DREAMS?!''

''...No.''

''VERY GOOD! NOW BE A MARE AND ORDER YOUR OWN CRAP NOW!!''

Pinkie Pie's yelling managed to bring attention to all the ponies around and bring awkward silence.

She lets go of me and turns back forward the queue. I am shaken. I have no words for what just happened.

So after a few minutes of waiting, it is our turn. Um, I mean, my turn. Glups.

So, I step forward the seller. As expected, he looks at me with huge surprise. I feel uncomfortable at this moment. I feel a poke on my flank and turn to Pinkie, who nods her head, pressuring me to take the order.

I turn back to the seller and starts to make my mouth go shakenly.

''Uh... I... Uh... I-I-I... I'd like a....''

I feel my throat strangleling me, with Pinkie motioning me with her hoof to go on. She whispers in my ears:
''Say the first thing that goes through your mind.''

The first thing? That sounds like a good idea. So, I thought quickly and yelled:

''PONY!''

Again, an awkward silence takes place. The seller stares at me with his wide eyes. I blush in embarassement.

''G-Give me what you have in mind...''

And this is what I get: Vanilla fruity icicle. No doubt why he chosed that flavour. It's nearly white. Like me. Pinkie Pie pats me on the back.

''Great job! She said happily. That effort sure deserved that tasty-looking fruity icicle!''

''...Yeah, I guess I could say I tried.'' Never in my life I've felt so embarrassed.

As we walk by, I notice a poster pinned on a pole of wood. In that poster, it shows a picture of a pale blue pony with a periwinkle-colored mane. And according to what's written above, her name is ''Shoeshine''. Above the picture, it says ''missing''. Though I've never met that pony, I wonder what happened to her.

''Look, Blank! There's Fluttershy!'' Exclaims Pinkie Pie.

I look in front of me and see a pale yellow winged pony with a long pink mane. Pinkie Pie goes greet her.

''Hey, there's something different about you! Notices the pink earth pony. That's it! Your mane!''

She points at a braided wick of that pegasi's mane. Fluttershy giggles.

''Yes, Pinkie.'' She responds with a low, gentle voice. Her eyes widens when her sight stops at me. Pinkie looks at me and giggles. She dispose her hoof on my back.

''This is Blank! She arrived to Ponyville a week ago and lives at Sugar Cube Corner with me! Say hello, Blanky!''

I smile uncomfortably and waved at the guest. Fluttershy smiles at me, but still looks concerned about my apparence.

''So whatcha up to, Flutters?'' Asks Pinkie to her.

''I was going to the market, get some food for the campsite we are going to.''

''Oh! You're going camping? It's so awesome! She cheerfully exclaims, hopping. Who are going to be there?''

''Tree Hugger and some members of the society of preservation of rare animals. She replies. There will be entertaining activities out there, like collecting different species of butterflies and free them, meditating, plant young trees, observe some animals in the wild and do some research on species.''

Pinkie shakes in excitement, to my discomfort. She then hops again.

''Can we come with you? Asks the pink pony enthusiastically. I could throw up a party and put some good music! I even have the radio with me!'' She holds a sort of metal box and presses the button that plays rap music. She swing her head to the rymth. I and Fluttershy both stare at her, speechless. Pinkie finally presses the button to stop the music after a minute.

''Can we? Pleeeease Fluttershy?'' She squees.

''Oh, um, sure. If you want.'' Replies softly the yellow mare.

''AWESOME!'' Again, she hops happily. ''I'll go pack all my stuff!'' She adds.
She gets away so quickly that she produced to dust. I look at Fluttershy, perplexed.

''She intense, isn't she?'' She says compassionately.

''Yeah...''

''Don't worry, the environment will be calm, there. She assures me. I will ask Pinkie to put relaxing music, instead.''

''Okay. Thank you.''

Frankly, I think I prefer Fluttershy more, though I still like Pinkie as a friend.

Me, Pinkie and Fluttershy are walking at the edge of the woods at the end of the day. Pinkie carries a huge load of bagages on a wheel thing: balloons, a canon, a radio and other stuff I can't describe. As I walk with the two mares, I see something between two trees, in the woods. A black pony with flashy red stripes. And red eyes. It is staring at me, frowning.

''Um, Fluttershy? I turned to her. Look!''

She looks at me and then look at the direction my hoof points at.

''What? I don't see anything.'' She says.

I look back at the trees and the pony is gone.

''But...''

''It must have been a little creature you've seen. There's alot of them in the woods. We'll see more of them.''

But it was a freaking pony! Before any word could get out of my opened mouth, I think to myself:

''Maybe it was just my imagination.''

After a long while, when the night sky revealed it's face, we finally arrived at the campsite. There's alot of ponies, there. Some were sitting, their eyes closed, their hooves in the air. Others were talking, play guitar. As I walk further the camp, I jumped at a crashing sound. Pinkie's wheel thing as fallen to the side and all the bagages crashed to the ground.

''It's okay, I'll pick all that up!'' She says.

''Fluttershy, it's radical to see you.''

That voice comes from a green pony with reddish mane who approaches Fluttershy. She gives her a hug.

''Hello, Tree Hugger. As you can see, I brought my friends here. I hope you won't mind.''

''Fluttershyyyyy, of course I don't mind. All are welcome to join our circle of harmony.''

That strangely calm mare walks to me. She just stare at me. Then she presses, just like Pinkie, her hooves against my cheeks. She then gasps, surprised. I am confused.

''I sense... an unusual energy.'' She confirms.

Fluttershy and Pinkie Pie were concerned.

''It's like technologic waves....'' She adds.

A moment of awkward silence takes place.

''Who wants cupcakes?'' Pinkie Pie suggests unexpectedly, holding a batch of pastries.

''I would love to eat one!'' Approves a pony in the background, followed by other ponies.

''There you go, fellows. But remember, only one per pony!''

The ponies remain silent, disapointed.

''Haha! Just kidding! Pinkie laughs. Eat as many cupcakes as you'd like! Now eat these motherlovers!''

She throws an hundred of cupcakes in the air, crashing to the ground to be leaped at by the ponies.

...What just happened.

''Um, Pinkie? Says Fluttershy. Have you made these cupcakes yourself?''

''Well DUH! Of course I did! Why?''

''Because I want to make sure you checked the ingredients, so that there's no palm-oil or any chemical products. You made the icing youself, didn't you?''

Pinkie's eyes widened. She then grins innocently.

''...No. I bought the icing.''

Fluttershy sighs.

''It's fine Pinkie, exceptions never hurt. Just don't tell Salicornia about it.''

''Hey guys! Look at what Salicornia drew for me!'' Exclaims a blue unicorn colt running to them, holding a sheet of paper with his magic.

The sheet shows a drawing of him drawn in a rather loony way. Pinkie stares at it and let out a ''Oooo'' of amazement.

''You should go all request her to do one for you! The colt adds. She's an amazing artist who does awesome caricatures!''

''Where is she?'' Asks the pink mare.

''She over there!''

The colt points at a cinnamon-colored unicorn mare with a curly, puffy dark brown mane, sit behind a desk and a lamp. There's a poster on that desk used as an advertissement to her free caricatures.

I and Pinkie approach her. On the side of the table, there's a pile of blank sheets of paper.

''Hi Sukie!'' Pinkie greets the mare. This one looks at her, smiling, and greets her back.

''Oh hey, Pinki-- What the...''

And yet another very expected reaction when she notices me. Oh look, a very weird-looking pony with no mane or shadows. Oooo, what a huge surprise. Very original reaction.

Hmm, my sense of irony is apparently settling back. Nice.

''Oh! Let me introdu--'' I interrupt Pinkie, tired of her talking about me instead of I, and I MYSELF.

''My name is Blank, and I have no idea where I come from.'' I introduce myself. ''I live in Ponyville with Pinkie Pie at Sugar Cube Corner temporarily until I earn enough to get my own home. Yes, I know I look different. That's the way I am, so accept it.''

Salicornia just stare at me, speechless. She then raises her two hooves, and she's like ''Woah''.

''Okay, mate. My apologies. We just don't see ponies of you kind very often. Hope you forgive me if I draw you something? Here...''

She uses her magic to grab a sheet of paper from the pile and a pencil to draw. It takes only less than five minutes to finish up her drawing.

''Finished! Hope you like it!''

She hooves over the sheet toward me. I look at it. The drawing represents me, in a cute way, with hearts. There's a written message saying ''You are beautiful in any form.''

''...Thank you.'' I says to the mare, smiling at her. She smiles back. I am touched she made this wonder for me.

Suddenly, I hear loud music. I notice that Pinkie is no longer with me. I look behind and see her dancing around the fire with her hind legs. Yes, her freaking hind legs! She holds the radio.

''It's Conga line!'' She yells happily. Ponies join her and dance behind her, each of them having their hooves on the other's back. Me and Salicornia just stare, perplexed. Pinkie then dances in solo with the radio to the rymth, with the ponies clapping their hooves at her. Suddenly, she trips and falls to the ground. The radio falls in the fire.

''Oops.'' She utters.

''NOPE!'' Salicornia yells before running away in the woods.

''No, Sukie! Come back!'' Yells a white pegasi mare wearing a golden harness.

This camping trip starts so well. But I made yet more new friends at least.