Pinkie's History

by luckyflynn

Rating: everyone
Tags: My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Pinkie Pie, Slice of Life
Length: 1229

A story of how Pinkamena Diane Pie spent her filly-hood.

When the young filly, Pinkamena Diane Pie thinks she will spend her life on a rock-farm everything starts to change. But not all things change for the better; sometimes what makes Pinkie happy, may just anger her parents a bit too much.

Published 2013-02-12 00:10:01 UTC
Last updated 2013-02-12 00:10:01 UTC

Chapter 1

Pinkie’s past

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Chapter 1

It was pitch-black in the lucid rock-farm at the young pony lived on. The vague shapes of rocks were stacked in a neat pile in-front of her pink hooves. She was sole, alone in the black of the night. She had to be the one that giggled- she had her time extended. The worst thing the pink earth-pony could image. Her family were all incubus’. Evil. Demons trapped on earth only to torture the filly on a rock-farm, she hated her family so intensely.

“Pinkamena!”

Great, her mother. Anyone, or at-least ‘Pinkamena’ would have expected her mother to be amiable. She was the exact opposite. She was many things, amiable, wasn't one of them; all the bad things filled the bare gap in her heart. Hostility; was the one that filled the gap most. Pinkamena dreaded going to her mother, dreaded living with her- dreaded doing anything with her. If she didn't go within the next four seconds. She would yank the pink filly by the straight pink mane and haul Pinkamena inside; and send her straight to bed without her midnight snack- bread and butter.

“Coming mother!” Pinkamena called facing behind herself as she rose from her sitting position, or her ‘lotus’ position as her mother calls it.

Pinkamena moved in haste, miserably. The only thing that helped the filly from falling over rocks were her tuned in eyesight- she could just make it small, vague shapes ahead of her. As she hurried closer to where her cruel mother called light began to fill the darkness around her. Thank Celestia for the dim lights in their ‘house’.

Their house wasn’t that much of house, it looked like bulky boulders forced atop and beside one and another to cover a poor ponies head. In-fact, the boulders were starting to crumble; leaving gaps in the walls for Pinkamena and her cruel family to freeze inside- and probably perish inside when the massive rocks collapse and crush every-pony inside it.

Soon, the vague shape of Pikamena’s cruel mother appeared with the help of the dim lights coming from within the rock-made shelter. If it wasn’t for the dim lights, Pinkamena could have gone too far and get into more trouble than she’s already in.

“Pinkamena Diane Pie, I hope you have learned your lesson!” the light-grey mare snarled, bitterly.

“Yes, mother...” Pinkamena muttered, looking down at the ground with her light cerulean eyes.

“Go.” her mother commanded aggressively, shoving the pink filly indoors.

Pinkamena Diane Pie, oh how she loathed that name. It didn’t sound like her, at all. It made her sound like her mother; Cruel, evil and lonely. Both of her siblings had a better name than ‘Pinkamena Diane Pie’. How she envied them, Blinkie Pie and Inkie Pie. She may not look like it from the loneliness and fear inside her- but Pinkamena loved to smile, sing and loved to joke. She loved to do everything, that was forbidden in the rock farm, or even anywhere near her mother or father.

Pinkamena Diane Pie almost tripped over the wooden floorboard as she was jostled in doors. No one looked even the slightest bit joyful as they sat around a cheap rock-made table. They looked even more joyless as Pinkamena tripped into the shelter. Pinkamena felt slightly embarrassed when she noticed her whole family had just sat and watch her trip over a flat floor.

“Sit at the table, you doltish filly.” a brown stallion commanded, Pinkamena’s father, whom had a broad english accent to his spoken words.

“Don’t trip over our invisible wire!” Blinkie Pie, Pinkamena’s sister jeered, rudely. She didn’t intend on making a joke, which is why no-one gave her into trouble. Smart-hided freak.

Pinkamena flicked an angered glimpse at her blue-ish/purple-ish sister. Letting out a quiet sigh of annoyance the pink filly stayed silent- not dare getting into trouble by yowling at her sister.

The pink-coated filly flicked her head down as she wandered over the the rock-table slowly, not daring to even let her breath make a noise.

“Well, aren’t you going to eat your bread?” Pinkamena’s father asked, shoving the plate of one bread piece with butter closer to his daughter.

“I-i don’t feel hungry...” the pink filly answered, shuffling her hooves as she said her words.

The brown stallion let out a small sigh before nodding and taking the bread for himself. “Very well, off you go to your bedstead then.” he muttered.

The pink filly gratefully nodded before strolling to a wooden door which had lead to a dark set of steps. Not even a torch or a light filled the closet of stairs. Pinkamena sighed as she closed the wooden door behind her. The instant the dim light was closed off by the wooden door, the staircase was as black as the night.

Pinkamena gulped as she looked upwards to were the steps lead, her light cerulean eyes couldn’t see it at all.

“It’s alright Pinkie...” Pinkamena reminded herself, jumping slightly as she noticed she called herself Pinkie. In-fact, she liked that name... Hmm, Pinkie... Pinkie Diane Pie...

...Pinkie Pie!

She didn’t like that name- she adored it. But she couldn’t tell her family she is calling herself a totally diverse name from her birth one, they wouldn’t be too jubilant about it- at all. Maybe it could be something her playmates could call her, that is- if she ever makes any. She wasn’t about to let a perfectly splendid name go to waste, forgotten in the thoughts of the young filly. Surprisingly, a smile extended across the filly’s pink lips as she thought of making friends who called her by this ‘nickname’ Pinkie Pie.

With the smile still attached to the pink filly’s face, Pinkie Pie bounced up the steps- literally. Her pink hooves made small clopping noises as she jumped from the next step to the mix in no exact rhyme.

Tonight was the night everything changed for Pinkamena Diane Pie- The name, the face, everything.

As Pinkie Pie reached the top of the steps she could make out a vague archway, in which was were a door was once positions. It was removed because of the Pie family kept bumping into it, forgetting it was their like a bunch of senseless chickens. Instead, it was just a stone archway and in which, it was not as dangerous as hitting against a door in the blackness of the room.

Pinkie Pie took briskly breaths when she had reached the top of the staircase. It didn’t look like much, when you could see the steps- but it felt a lot to bounce up them in such a happy manner. Being happy was wearying, especially if it was your first time.

Finally the vague shape came into view in the darkness. Pinkie’s bed, what she had wanted to rest in since she giggled in-front of her mother. The pink filly bounced forward in haste, in a hurry to feel the comfort of the cheap mattress that was placed atop the cheap wooden bed-frame.

The pink filly let out a long and quiet sigh of relief as she lay down in her bed, pulling the dark grey covers over her body. That moment when everything is over, the farming; the yelling. It felt great.

Finally, this day is coming to it’s cessation.