Author's Note

It's Fireflower again with the third installment of my first My Little Pony fanfic that goes beyond the typical oneshots I had made from before and already using canon characters as human beings instead of their normal forms; however, this is nonetheless a Mature fanfic for this chapter here contains some suggestive dialogue and brief nudity.

As usual like before, My Little Pony, or rather Friendship Is Magic, including its settings and characters belong to Lauren Faust and Hasbro; however, this concept of my fanfic still belongs to me so I will say this very line one time only: please do not steal this story or I will sue.

Lastly, let me also say that I hope you can use this chapter as a breather now more than the others before it and still have the strength to continue onward in staying tuned though the passing times since this will be more tame; henceforth, I will leave you with but one saying only: thank you very much.

Atmosphere

It was a dark and stormy day but still possessed the light that was being hidden away from the eyes of its own observers whom were now running about at this moment in time thereof. The silver linings that could have been easily found as the shine in the storm were overshadowed by the outpouring of rainwater that had fallen onto the solid ground almost immediately. Some sounds of thunder currently rolled about within the vast storm clouds while refrained waves of hot lightning carved its way throughout with blinding speed and synchronicity. Unbound by the vast spaciousness of the very atmosphere, the cluster of grays and whites with the occasional colors spread further apart all over the lands and waters right underneath. Kiloliters worth of rainwater had already saturated the terrain, many square acres of it all were gaining the very texture that was more malleable than even stone and metal themselves. Accompanying the otherwise percussive duet were the howling winds now moving the grass and tress that had already completed the interactive orchestra for the surrounding environs.

Speaking of the very environment in question, it was nothing short of an open desert with little vegetation whatsoever in the vicinity. Within the rather large dream drop distance, a civilization defined in such various materials used to build them up from the very ground. Out amongst the background were but a widget series of monoliths each raging with growth and erosion in the process of trying times. Nevertheless, it was likely that there would at least be an utter abundance of many individuals from various demographics whatsoever.

Out of all the places within this otherwise small area in particular, there was one that stood out amongst the others no less: a tall blue building made of timber and steel. The very roofing was equilateral on all four of its very corners, synching up with the dimensions of the entire structure almost immediately at the first glance of course. There were a few shapely yet wholesome windows that while sharing the same geometric area came in such different sizes; as such, they were either closed or obscured. Only a singular door had remained there to be a finishing touch as a gateway to this simplistic residence, bearing the fruity color reminiscent of some unripe bananas.

Much like many of the residential and commercial building within the desert town, there was life brewing about in there despite the troublesome weather. The very ligneous ceiling in its entirety had been coated with a sky blue wallpaper with a texture as thick as the firmament but without the thunderclouds. The flooring itself was already basked in a tufted and orientated carpeting rich with a down–to–earth shade of salmon with some starry platinum accents. The curtains that were hanging around over the onlooking windowpane had silky yellow depth with drapes bearing the pictures of nosegays in all sorts. A large bed had rested across from the glass frame, donned with a simply red comforter with hot pink sheets and some teal pillows neatly within place. A pair of tall dressers stood close by, painted in chocolate: one possessed a slender lamp and a clock underneath the shade; the other had a picture frame. In addition, there had remained a pair of doors which were standing adjacent from the very bedside with a share of metallic knobs pointing outward.

At this moment in time, a lone woman had just walked into the very room, bearing a rather bright complexion right upon her skin. Her long hair was dark pink and filled to the brim with dripping water all falling down onto the floor around her dainty bare feet. The lanky female was clad in some wool towels, one covering the top of her head and the other wrapped around her very body. Both her irises were tensed up enough to be small, barely showing signs of some color at first; however, they grew to a big blue.

“It’s a good thing I had gotten out of the bathtub before the storm had began; now then, some clothes…” the woman had sighed as her body remained moistened, the rumble of thunder roaring into her ears.

Unperturbed by the sudden crescendo outside, she had walked towards the dresser where the lamp was standing upon the smooth surface. All at once, the lone woman had opened up the top tray almost immediately, pulling out articles of clothing without any hesitation whatsoever. A snow white blouse, jet black undergarments, and some denim shorts were currently thrown on the surface of the blanket almost immediately.

It wasn’t even long until she had cast aside both of the towels and bared her entire integumentary system in its entirety altogether. The lone woman bore a bust of large density: surface area a fifth of a meter, the volume less than a quart, and weighing a pound. Her body frame was substantial enough to have curves that gave way to both a bared abdomen and the pence size petite navel. In between the plain yet shapely legs, a sheath signifying and confirming the owner’s gender, nothing more and nothing less.

Already clad in only liquid moisture and gaseous molecules, the woman had moved to dress herself in that chosen attire from not too long ago. First, she had begun to put the set of lacy dark combo of some bra and panties upon her skin, no longer either in a towel or in the altogether at all. Then, the lone woman had begun to put the blue shorts upon her legs and then the small white blouse over the torso in so little time completely.

Despite the water underneath and around her feet, she had lain sprawled across from the bed before turning her attention to the sight of a photograph bearing the figures of several people. They were standing within clear view of a quickly grown homestead free of stereo that consisted of rocks and dead trees with a wooden fence separating them from a house, silo, and windmill. Each of them had dressed more modestly than the woman in question, wearing dark clothes with barely a hint of color taking up dominance as they all stared outwardly with a solemn expression.

Of course, their very commonalities had came to an end, any and all significant differences they personally happened to share amongst themselves came to light at once. Inside the sextet, one male with silver sideboards matching thick eyebrows wore a wide brimmed hat along the entire suit, save for a shirt that brought out his orange eyes. Next to him, a bespectacled woman with dark green hair tied in a bun wore a long predominately black dress over her white blouse with thin eyebrows over her blue eyes. Standing in front of them were four small youths of the same stature and height thereof with thinner eyelashes and brows alongside barely similar hairdos in pinafores.

Out of the quartet in question stood a girl with a similar hair and eye color as the observer with a pink blouse as well. She was directly in front of the lone man, standing in between two almost identical peers of her own with a frown. Her hair was all straightened and flat like the three girls except her tresses were gaining a portion over the right eye. Compared to the rest of the quartet, let alone the entire party, the girl’s visage was all bordering on such melancholy.

Sure enough, some tears were seeping out from the lone woman’s eyes, creeping down to her cheeks with little warning whatsoever. After returning the picture to where it had stood, she had started to lie upon the bed almost rather instantly, the golden silence no more. Despite the quiet contact of the showers making contact with the glass window, the lone woman’s sobbing started to grow loud. Eventually, she had only sighed softly but still sniffled away, turning towards the opposite side and shut her wet eyes away all at once.

Time had passed onward throughout space alongside with the inhabitants as if they were drifting aimlessly while floating above the stars amongst the never–ending blackness that had been known to drive some from method to madness. It was only the mere memories of life such as one in which when even the richest beverage of its consumer kept up their spirits so as to be assured that within the very framework whatever destination that was set would be in reach soon. Mostly put, it was at least one of the only constants dwelling within the ever–changing plane of existence where many other variables came in all shapes and size, coexisting either in unions or divisions, all transcending boundaries thereof. Every now and then, it was all the same: any bit of energy that was expended would then quickly succumb to the infinite folds of entropy sooner or later; in the lone woman’s case, the concept of sleep was nothing new as with every other action.

She had remained nestled in what would have been a long slumber, her silent snoring being all that was needed to show such inactivity; however, the sounds of rapping against the wood caused her eyelids to fly wide open when the occupant heard its owner, “Pinkie Pie, are you there…?”

“Is that Missus Cake…?” the eponymous woman had thought to herself as she sprang upward at once, “I’M COMING…!”

It wasn’t long until she had ran out of the bedroom all throughout the darkened hallway around herself until stopping at the white ligneous surface upfront. With exuberant felicity upon the visage and the frizzle tresses all puffed up and inflated, Pinkie turned her attention to the chain and latch above the knob. Soon enough, the perspective payout had become worth it for the lone tenant as the woman was graced by a singular visitor whom was waiting at the door.

At long last, she was greeted by the sight of another woman standing before her big blue eyes, already happy to see the former all at once. The visitor, although possessing a bright complexion just like Pinkie, was a few shades darker with a small touch of dimples on her cheeks. The other woman’s eyes barely matched the locks of hair on her head; even though they’d shared the tenant’s color, the former was two–tone. Adorned upon the visitor’s body was a long blue dress that had brought out her full house figure overlaid by a yellow apron with pink frills. Clinging onto her very legs were a pair of snow white socks and some rose red bar shoes on her feet that were shining like stellar corundum.

“Pinkie…!” the visitor had cried out aloud.

In no small amount of time whatsoever, the aforementioned host ran up to her and exclaimed, “MISSUS CAKE…!”

“I’M SO GLAD TO SEE YOU AGAIN…!” the two women had blurted out in unison as they hugged each other really tightly, “I HAVE SO MANY THINGS I WANTED TO ASK YOU AND–––”

It was at this moment they stopped and laughed with synchronized felicity, the presence of heavy hearts becoming more lighter as the air around themselves, much like a discarded candy wrapper. Of course, the aria of hilarity began to subside as they broke away was the embrace slowly but surely as they returned to each other’s boundaries with a smile still upon their faces nevertheless.

“You know, I wasn’t expecting any company to be coming over today; what brings you here…?” Pinkie asked while nudging slightly onward away.

Mrs. Cake moved inward and had given her answer immediately, “I was just stopping by all the way over to Appleloosa for a visit; kind of surprised to find out that your folks are across the river from here.”

“Don’t be: if anything, I ought to be the one counting my blessings since I still have them; of course, I didn’t expect those meanies to hurt them badly…” the thinner tenant had sighed softly and sadly, currently looking down upon the floor beneath their feet, “the things they did to Mom and Dad were the stuff for nightmares, even worse than that story about the invading horde.”

“Not that I’m incapable of understanding: my husband needed to be treated for his flashbacks after the war ended so his sister Carrot Top is usually taking of our kids; she said they kind of reminded her of Noi…” the thick guest replied.

It wasn’t long until Pinkie shed some tears and wept, “she’s not the only one who misses her: if it weren’t for that damned disease, then maybe she would have made a great friend for the twins; as a matter of fact, Noi could have been able to turn seven on her own birthday. Speaking of diseases, the only one in my family who stayed clean was my sister Maud and she’s making sure to keep the farm running like they have before: mom’s been walking around with a cane, dad’s been reduced to an amputee, Marble and Limestone are a few months due for their children. I have to wonder: was leaving the homestead ever a great idea for me considering every thing that happened recently; would it still had made any sense whatsoever at all if it meant being a party planner…?”

“Stop feeling sorry for yourself…!” Mrs. Cake had interjected rather instantaneously, bringing the younger listener out of her trance, “look, it’s bad enough that the war has taken the lives of many good people, including and besides Noi, not to mention the things that were done to our friends and family alongside our neighbors. That doesn’t mean you should interpret every bad thing that happened to them as something that’s your fault; it’s like suggesting a whirlwind can touchdown just because a conic shaped was stepped on. When you had came to the Sugarcube Corner a couple of years ago, you were barely even able to stand up straight and had little to eat underneath the pinafore; we had even thought that you were homeless.”

“Although that would have been the least of my worries: we had a little spat and it was right after my grandmother passed away from pneumonia; but, it definitely wasn’t like we’d hated each other at all…” Pinkie sniffled as she backs away.

The thick guest had closed the door right behind them and replied, “not at all: besides, you just told me all about them just earlier; from the way you were talking about them, you really love them that much.”

“Of course I did; I wouldn’t just straight up abandon them just because you had helped me embrace my hopes and dreams…!” the tenant chirped up before returning to her previously somber look, “and yet, it feels like that I had done that; Maud told me some things that made me throw up and whatnot. She had recounted the memories how our home was destroyed during the war, when Marble and Limestone became slaves in their own farm, and when mom was being constantly defiled by some meanie while dad was forced to watch. I can’t help but break down crying whenever I look at them this way; I bet my party cannon that if he had even at least one working arm attached to his body, then I wouldn’t mind him–––”

“It’s okay: you didn’t anticipate that something awful like this would happen; this doesn’t make you a horrible person…” Mrs. Cake sighed as she was watching Pinkie break down right in front of her.

The tenant had wept onward, “try telling that to Limestone: last time I had visited them, she was the only one who spoke to me the most, other than Maud; even I can’t help but feel guilty for letting it all happen. I never could imagine her grumpiness could boil over into contempt whenever she had talked to me, let alone being the one that had served as the mouthpiece for the rest of my family; you could have been there and listen to it all but it would have been best you didn’t. The way Limestone had talked to me was like having Winona looking at a thief being caught red–handed ready to sink her fangs into the flesh like a lion; I was being treated like an outcast in my own home instead of being her sister. Considering the fact that she had suffered alongside Marble, I guess that Limestone did and maybe even continuing to do a better job being a sister than I had been.”

“What makes you say that…?” the guest had whispered as she wrapped her arms around Pinkie yet again, this time more gently, “the way you had been speaking of them since you had first came to town was generally positive…”

“Emphasis on the word ‘was’ now that you had mentioned it; Marble can’t even go another hour without bursting into tears and dad would just be lying there and hear it unfold…” the tenant sniffled while looking away.

Mrs. Cake felt Pinkie now crying into the former’s torso and sighed, “that’s awful; surely they must have been more understanding to all this…”

“Mrs. Cake, up until I had ended up on your doorstep, we had lived on a farm just like Applejack and her family had before the war broke out…” the tenant had sniveled about to little end, “but we rarely talk or show emotion that strongly in any way compared to them. Nevertheless, I’m not even sure if this is the only thing I have in common with her family; then again, I happen to be the anomaly in all of this within my family, something that Limestone is constantly reminding me of every visit. Surviving may be something to celebrate but not everything can be done with a party, not especially after you lose almost everything else. They’re basically being forced to live with the reality of all the shitty things that were done to them for as long as they live and maybe even after they die; not only that, I happen to be not too far behind from where they’re standing. Between losing their home completely and learning that two of my own sisters have offspring sired against their will, just like Applejack, we are never going to get any better. I should have called them the day I found my passion, or at least called them more often; several years and the last message was about stopping over for a visit, one week before the library burned down, one week before Fluttershy gotten thrown in jail, one week before Applejack had gotten raped.”

“I don’t think that any of this was your fault…” the guest whispered about, wrapping around Pinkie once more.

The tenant wipe her eyes and quickly replied, “do you know what it was like to be the only one in your family whose different from even your father? Even though I had not only shared the same mother and father much like Maud and Limestone, but also the same exact birthday alongside with Marble, anyone that looked at me assumed that one of my parents had cheated on the other and/or vice versa. Unlike all my three sisters as a whole, I can’t go on without hearing at least one individual talking behind my back about how I’m the loony one in my family, even though it’s true. Ever since Twilight came to this town, I had felt so much happier than the day you took me in by this much; she reminded me of how lonely I truly was when I left the farm and she wasn’t the first friend I had. Aside from that, I could even recall the time one of the townspeople mistaken me for Fluttershy’s sister just because I have pink hair; but, I didn’t care about that at all, just being her friend was enough to resemble that feeling. What a hollow feeling that was: being a friend to someone just because of such commonalities only to be undermined by the fact that I was a shitty excuse of a sister and a daughter compared to them. They may have done fine without me for a long time but I should have been there for them more often and I basically left them to be humiliated and defiled to no end in sight so I can’t even convince Limestone to forgive me for letting that happen to them.”

“Pinkie…” Mrs. Cake started to speak again to the titular tenant, “I’m not sure how I can explain this to you but I’m sure that your mom would be more willing to forgive you anyway. You may think that they had disowned you for being different or because you chose to stay with us when the war broke out but that’s not true. As different as your parents and sisters may be, they still love you just as much as everyone else; you already know that. You’re a special child in their eyes because you had talents that weren’t going to be simply left within the home. I’m pretty sure that if you really wanted their forgiveness, then the best way to do so is to not let each other live in constant despair. Your survival, as well alongside theirs, is a miracle and an opportunity to rebuild old ties between each other on much more positive terms. No matter how much your sister wants to blame you, have her understand that you want to make things right for their sake; prove to them you haven’t abandoned them at all.”

“How do I do that…?” the guest heard already.

Mrs. Cake held Pinkie tightly again and had replied, “do what you always do best but not too big; they may need some more time and space to themselves so when the time is right, just strike while the iron is hot enough with some subdued force: I’m pretty sure that sooner or latter that one of their birthdays will be coming up by then.”

“But for how long; like I had said, my family is a total mess, remember…?” the tenant countered on, barely finding the strength to look her guest in the eye, “dad can barely move around, mom’s still trying to care for him, Marble and Limestone are still in the process of becoming mothers, and Maud is basically the only one who’s keeping them from falling any further into the cracks. I wouldn’t blame them if my mom and/or dad decided to take her side sooner or later because of how I didn’t show up when they were needed the most; after all, Limestone is the strongest person I know, second to Maud but strong nonetheless and seeing her reduced to a slave was painful for me. I bet that with everything that had happened to her, she must have been using her anger to cope with the stress of being treated this way: compared to Marble, she almost never cries but that never made her a heartless meanie in the very least; just a grump, nothing more, nothing less.”

“Exactly, so I’m sure that if my family decided to visit them alongside them, then I’m pretty sure they would be able to let this uneasiness against you go away; don’t you see where I going…?” Mrs. Cake asked gently, a smile now on her face.

Pinkie slowly began to beam up and reply, “when you put it in that way, that doesn’t even seem to be a bad idea on paper; after all, I’m pretty sure that making a trip to their home sometime soon would be nice enough for a get together. Besides, I might convince Apple Bloom to go with with me and maybe even invite Zecora as well to join us to keep them company.”

“That seems to be even a much nicer thought; at least this should help up take our minds off of the war altogether for the time being…” the thick visitor cooed before letting go of the tenant at once, “I best be going back home soon; the trains aren’t going to be staying longer while I’m around.”

“Are you sure you don’t want me to pack you anything for the long trip back, at least for the twins?!” Pinkie had chirped as her hair returned back to the vibrant texture from long ago with little warning whatsoever.

Mrs. Cake turned around and answered, “not at all; we still have plenty of food, thanks to Carrot Top. Besides, I think you’re still capable at taking care of yourself and patching things up with your family so I wouldn’t recommend running yourself ragged. Anyways, I hope to see you again next time so we can go plan that trip to see them; ‘til then, have a nice day and be blessed…!”

“I will…!” the tenant twittered about with a wave of the hand, watching the plump guest leave the same way the latter went in not too long ago.

It wasn’t long until Pinkie was now finally left alone following the gentle slam of the door in front of herself, a small smile still worn upon her face that still shined brightly within the very darkness thereof.