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// A Choice Of Mine: 4 
// Story: Digi Poni 
// by Ponyess 
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	Even if I had started to feel hungry, I was content, waiting for the Pony of my choice.  Thinking of the Ponies, my friends.  Whom was I to choose?  Pinkie Pie and her antics, Rarity and her fashion, Twilight and her magic, Flutter Sye and her critters, Apple Jack and her farm, Rainbow Dash, and her cool bravado?

I had been left with a tough choice.  I had to make the choice, the call is mine, and mine alone.  At least, until someone pulls a Pony out, from right under me, if I waited too long?  I did not even know, if there is anyone else, ready to make such a choice.

If I couldn't fly, I wouldn't enjoy her to the fullest, and thus, I left Rainbow Dash out. Maybe I'm not into fashion, that left Rarity out.  Magic may be fun, but I still left Twilight Sparkle.  There is the farm, but I chose to pass her over.  The critters wasn't quite pulling me in.  Then it was obvious, I chose Pinkie Pie, without any further consideration.

Since I had made the choice, I look intently at the screen, there is the pink dot, I click it, and the path came forth, and I followed it.  Soon finding her place, and the shop opened, mere minutes before I arrived, and the pink Pony popped into view as she walked out the door.  I simply stopped before her.

“Hiya, Pinkie!” I blurted out as greeting.

“Hi, Hitomi!” she blurted out, as response.

I realised instantly, I had made my choice, and I'm prepared to live by it, I like her, to the point of love.  This is what I had been hoping for, even before I knew what I was exploring.  Who wouldn't want to find a special somepony?

“How about we share breakfast, unless you've already eaten?  On the other hoof, what's your errand?” I then asked.

“Yes, and no.  Just out to pick up a few ingredience, like always!” she pointed out.

“Then you wouldn't mind, if I tagged along?” I continued, hoping she was with me.

“Please, company is always right, by me.  Unless you're someone I did not like, but I like everypony!” she responded, in a hyper giggle.

“Yes, I guess you do like everypony!” I responded, as I followed her to the store front, where she intended to pick up the baking ingredients she needed for the day.

Pinkie soon found the store, slipping inside with me in tow.  I guess I did not mind following her, I do prefer following her, over waiting for her, truth be told.  I could as well confess it to myself, no point denying it?

As she picked the list up, on entering the store, I soon helped her picking what she needed.  Just for the joy of helping.  Never minding the effort put into it, since she already was a friend in the first place.

I found several brands of jam, listed on her note, picking them a few at the time, clearing them with her, while she went over other, heavier packages.  I then slipped them into her saddle bags, until her list had been all matched out.  From there, we passed the counter and Pinkie slipped the bits up for the required ingredients.

“Thanks!” the Pony uttered, and we left the store.

Even though her bags now were heavy with ingredients, we still managed to get back, before the bakery was opening for business, in part, thanks to my help on the way.

She opened the door, and it slammed behind us, and the chime went off on entry.  Then I helped her picking out ingredients, slipping them into their slots, in order to make them available for the days work in the bakery.

“Thaks.  Now it's time for breakfast!” Pinkie announced, just as I slipped the last jar in place.