//------------------------------// // Prologue - The New Family // Story: Pinkie 'swaddle' Pie // by Yosh-E-O //------------------------------// “Eee!” squealed Pinkie Pie upon entering into the home of Ponyville’s latest residents. “It’s not often that I’m the one who isn’t first to know every pony new to Ponyville!” “Well,” shrugged a bulky stallion who had a hot pink colored mane and a sky-blue coat. “I suppose it is our honor to be the first to surprise you before you surprise us?” “I guess…,” pouted Pinkie as she dragged her hoof along the carpeted floor. “I just always know who is new to Ponyville and to be surprised not only by a new family moving in but to be invited by name to come over and help makes me wonder if my ‘Pinkie Sense’ is on the fritz.” The sky-blue stallion turned to his wife. The mare had a jet-black mane, emerald-green eyes, and a dark red coat. “Well…,” she nervously stated. “We don’t mean to be so secretive. Actually, we want to set up shop here in town.” “Shop?” asked Pinkie with childish enthusiasm. “What do you guys sell? Do you make it yourselves? It’s not anything related to desserts as Mr. and Mrs. Cake are the best of the best bakers and are so kind and recently had twin foals and we wouldn’t want anyone having hurt feelings over who makes the best cakes, cupcakes, stroodles…” The husband and wife just let Pinkie carry on until she finally got the hint that she was talking way too much. “Oh,” she giggled with a snort. “What do you guys sell?” The parents appeared to blush as they looked to see who would answer first. “Gourmet foal food,” the mare replied with as much of a smile as she could muster. “That’s right!” the sky-blue stallion added. “Found there is quite the market for foal food that genuinely hits the sweet spot on little fillies and colts.” “Ooh!” squealed Pinkie. “Do you have any?” The wife turned towards her husband who headed off to their kitchen. “So what’s this big job you said that only I could do to help you feel most welcome of welcome here in Ponyville?” asked Pinkie. “Mrs. Cake said something about foal sitting but I don’t see a foal nor do I hear a foal. Does that mean you want me to watch foals as they try out your foal food? Make sure they are all happy-happy-happy as they enjoy their nom-noms?” “Oh…,” the green eyed mare blushed. “You’ll meet our foal soon.” “But first!” proclaimed the stallion. “I present to you our finest foal food to appease your pallet!” Pinkie saw the larger than average jar of foal food. The label was covered in cute letters and reminded her or of something she had seen in a coloring book. “Okay!” she cheered while effortlessly removing the cap and sticking her hoof into the jar. She then jammed a large glop of the foal food in her mouth and smiled as she said, “Mmm-mmm! This is scrump-dilly-umpticous!” Couple smiled. “We’re glad you think so,” the stallion said. “Your friend’s at Sugar Cube Corner don’t make foal food?” worried the mare. “Do they?” “Oh, no!” chimed Pinkie while shoving another hoof full of the strawberry mush into her mouth. “Though I’d love to take some back for Pound and Pumpkin.” “That can be arranged,” beamed the stallion. “Though I suppose we haven’t had a chance to introduce ourselves.” Pinkie gasped and held her breath for allowing such an oversight. She should already know their names and now they were introducing themselves to her. She was really off her game. “My name’s Cream Puff,” the neon-pink stallion who looked almost like a Earth Pony version of Bulk Biceps greeted. “Pleasure to meet you, Ms. Pie.” “And I’m Sandy Puff,” the vibrant mare greeted. “I come from a long line of soap makers from Mount Vahoovious.” “And my family is known for being the brawniest of bronies!” added Cream. “My name was meant as a joke to anyone who’d doubt how much of a stallion I was going to be.” “Ooh!” cooed Pinkie. “So big tough soap makers who now make foal food? Who’d have thunk it?” The pair blushed. “Well,” Cream stated. “It’s time you met our foal.” Cream started to trot off towards the hallway as sandy gestured for Pinkie to follow them.