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// Welcome to Ponyville: 6 
// Story: Prisoners of Equestria: 
// by Ponyess 
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	Once I had unpacked my few belongings, it was apparently time to go to the party the pink mare had prepared for us.  Little did I know what she had planned for us, or what the word  Party meant to her.  The one thing I knew of her is that she is called Pinkie Pie.

Every Pony love her, but now I was about to learn why.  Not only did she work in the best Café a foal could imagine, where she bakes the most sweet and delicious Pastries, she throws the best parties a fillie like me could dream up.

The first thing I noticed as I entered the room where she threw our party, is that there are numerous ponies in the room.  It isn't empty.  Naturally she had to be there, since she is throwing the party for us.  Naturally she couldn't have all her friends in the room, it is way too small for that.  There could be no room, large enough to fit all her friends, considering she was a friend of every pony in Ponyville, aside from countless ponies throughout Equestria.  This includes important ponies, like the Princesses Luna and Cadence.  As great a shock as it is to a little fillie like myself.

The next thing hitting home is the scent of pastries finding my nostrils, just before I actually did see the pastries, that is.  It isn't a party, if there is neither pastries, cakes or pies?  The one Pie you can't dispense here, is the one throwing the party.

Naturally, there is the one detail she couldn't leave out; the Piñata.  I had no idea as to just how serious throwing parties could be to a pony, throwing parties left and right, for what ever reason she may pick up on, at the drop of a hat.  I guess I am just a fillie, how am I to know.  As if even her friends knew.

“Surprise!” she squealed from somewhere within the crowd, still behind us all of a sudden.

“No.  You don't say?” dad put forth in an uncommon voice, a moment after the squeal.

“I knew it, I knew it!” she just exclaimed, looking at us from yet another corner.

“I sure am happy she is my friend, with a personality like hers!” Mom pondered.

“Right this way, the table in the middle!” the pink mare, otherwise known as Pinkie Pie and the Party Pony pointed out, leading us to the table she had intended for us.

“Thanks!” Mom responded as she followed her to where she had indicated for us to sit.

To my surprise, there are already four fillies sitting by the table, opposite side of where I was to sit.  There are signs with the names of ponies.  I read 'Apple Bloom', 'Sweetie Belle', Scootaloo' and 'Dinkie Doo' on the signs by their seats.  Apparently a grey Pegasus mare sit by the side of the fillie named Dinkie.  Then I noticed the mares eyes were aimed at odd angles, left and right, up and down.

There is a plate on each place, intended for the pastries.  The pastries themselves lay on a larger plate in the middle of the table, where else.

“There are more than enough pastries for all.  The problem is to leave room for the cake!” Pinkie Pie teased.

“I slipped a muffin on to my plate, then the plate was passed around, leaving each pony the opportunity to pick the pastries of their choice.

I noticed Dinkie and Ditzy chose Muffins as well.  Just as I clearly could see the smile on their faces grow as they ate the Muffins.  Maybe I shouldn't blame them, the Muffins are delicious, just like Pinkie promised.

“If you like it, there will be more, if not, just try the next.  I have been baking them myself.  Ofhorse, there will be cake too, before you can leave!” she pointed out.

“You mean I can have more then one Muffin?” I enquired in an embarrassed voice in order to express my curiosity.

“Don't be silly, now.  You can have as many as you like.  Or as many as you could swallow, at least!” she teased in a giggling voice.

Then I noticed Dinkie giggling, as she overheard what I was talking to Pinkie Pie about.  This was what I had been looking forwards to so eagerly, never realising just how fun it possibly could be.

“Then I must try your other pastries as well, before I have the next?” I responded.

“Try as many as you like, but make sure to enjoy yourself too!” she pointed out.

“She has the best Muffins!” Dinkie interjected, looking lustfully at one on the large plate, before she made up her mind and snatched yet another one.

“Pinkie made sure there are enough for all of us!” Ditzy put forth.

“She did?” Mom enquired.

“How graceful and generous of her!” Dad continued.

“You are new here.  It is Pinkie Pie, this is what she does.  She lives to see every pony smile and being happy.  Baking a few Muffins to that end is as easy as breathing to her!” Dinkie put forth.

“If only there was a Pony like her, where we came from!” Mom responded.

“There can only be one Pinkie Pie.  You could as well with for another Celestia and Luna, it isn't going to happen!”  Ditzy suggested, just giving herself an inward smile at the thought of a second pair of Princesses.

“If you ask her, she may even bake your favourite Muffins, or what ever other pastries you like from back home.  All she ask in return is a happy smile!” Dinkie filled in.

“Then I will just have to try to recall what ever pastries we used to have!” I responded with a silly grin as I tried to recall pastries our of my past.

Then I picked yet another of the Muffins on the plate.  I just had to try them all.  This did sound kind of like an old catchphrase, but I couldn't recall the words, or where it came from, but I was sure I had heard it somewhere.

“Time for a little game.  Pin the tail on the Pony!” Pinkie Pie pronounced with giggling glee in her voice.

“Isn't she a fully grown mare?  I thought it was a foals game!” I enquired.

“She certainly is.  Yes, it is a foals game!” Sweetie Belle responded.

“Pinkie is too cool, not to like it, I guess!” Scootaloo suggested.

“I'll go first, just to let our new fillie see how the game is supposed to be played!” she announced, slipping a blind fold over her eyes, then quickly spin numerous times, before she moves towards where she remembered the Pony to be, slapping the tail, to where the rear end of said Pony was, before she managed to slip the cloth of off her face.

“Aww!” she exclaimed, as she saw where she had placed the tail, looking sillier than ever.

“Next!” she then continued, only for the first foal stepping forwards.

Snips and Snails trodded forth and Pinkie placed a smaller blind fold on Snips face, then spun him around vigorously, before sending him in the general direction of where the Pony is.

Then I noticed a stack of envelopes with the name of the foals stacking up, apparently containing the score of the respective Pony.  Apparently, Twilight Sparkle was managing the score.  Only the envelopes were sealed.  I guessed they were to be opened, only after the game was concluded.

Snails took Snips place with the blind fold, and was spun around, before he was sent off to the Pony.

Foal by foal stepped up, approaching Pinkie Pie, then got blind folded, spun and off to the Pony.  One by one they were placing the tail on the Pony.  Some did better, others made it worse.  I think Pinkie made a pretty good score.

In the end, it is my turn, maybe I could have refused, but why?  Missing out on the fun.  Maybe I never was good at this, where I came from, but it is a foals game and I am one of them.  I could as well enjoy the game.

I think I hit the rear of the Pony, but I will not know before the score was announced, though I could guess by the cheers from the others.  It wasn't so much a laughter as a genuine cheer, at least to me.

Since I am not the last Pony on the line, I moved back to my seat, enjoying a Muffin in company of Dinkie.  I had started to like her.  Maybe it is her optimistic view on life, even despite the reputation her Mom had picked up, even if I am oblivious of this problem.  Not that I could miss the detail that may have started it off.  I just saw the cheer in their attitude, why bother with the history, I may be told later, though.  I still choose to ignore that, at least for now.

The last Pony was placing the tail on the Pony and all cheers.  Then the room is back to quiet, while we enjoy the pastries.  At least until the next announcement hit the crowd.

“Time for the Piñata.  Come forth, Piñateer.  This is your scene and your party!” Pinkie called out.

Since I am the only new foal at the party, it had to be me she called out for, so I slipped out beside her.

Funny, she once more blind folded me, before spinning me around and hoofed me the bat to beat the Piñata with.

What ever was in the colourful Piñata, it was up to me to beat it out of it.

I was sent off towards the target and gave it a good swing, expecting to miss.  Only to feel a shower of candy flowing over me, before I hear the roar of cheers.  Cheerful voices from all the fillies and colts in the room.  So many happy foals all around.

Pinkie Pie soon had the cloth off of my head and I could see the candy where it lay, though some lazy bits still were falling down from the broken remains.

“Scoop up your candy.  You have the first bid on what fell out!” Pinkie Pie told me cheerfully.

“But.  But, but.  There are way too much for me?” I stammered.

“Ofhorse, the rest is for the others.  They are eagerly waiting for you!” she then continued.

“Oh!” I just mumbled in response, before I continued scooping up as much of the candy I could catch.

Though I left a few where they lay, imagining I did not like them, but got more than enough to carry to my table.  Then all the other fillies and colts stormed the floor under the Piñata I so recently had slain.  Loudly cheering, as they got to the spoils I had left them.