I just wanted to go to Equestria!

by Ditz

Epilogue

Do they care if they come across other clouds? Nope. Do they even mind that they can end up dissipating into nothingness? Not one a bit! Best of all, I feel like I could grab and just eat them by reaching up with my hands, feeling their softness before happily biting down.

“What are you doing, Lime?” says the voice of Trixie before her face enters my line of sight, blocking my cloud viewing much in the same way a cloud would block the sun.

“Hm… I can’t eat you, though.”

“What?”

“I said what’s up Trixie,” I sigh, turning away from her. “Can’t you see I’m relaxing?”

“Under the bleachers? At school?” she asks, needlessly pointing out where we are. “We’ve only been here once. Trixie can’t see what’s so special about this spot.”

“It’s comfy!” I argue, turning away again to avoid her presence interrupting my quiet time.

“Really, now?” she asks in that mocking tone, annoyingly enough taking seat next to me on the grass. “Listen Lime, Trixie would be inclined to believe you even a bit if it wasn’t literally a Sunday. Now how about you stop acting stupider than usual, and sit down?”

"Party pooper," I groan, grudgingly sitting up. “So... where are Flash and Sunset?”

“Are you really starting with that?” she sighs, looking down at her phone, typing something before putting it away. “They are somewhere together, talking I guess. Trixie thinks they are getting together from what I've seen. They DID have a thing before."

"So has Flash, well, you know? Told her the truth about before?" I feel a little guilty for being nosy, but knowing the full story, I'm a little worried as to how Sunset will react to learning things from her lost memory.

"He told he wouldn't, at least not yet," Trixie answers, sighing to herself. "It would probably help him immensely if he did that, but he told me that he wanted Sunset to fall for him naturally and other mushy stuff like that. They were supposed to come with me, actually, but turns out he already invited her to a date. Can you believe how fast he was to the punch?"

"Wow," I can't help but laugh. I never took Flash for the daring type.

"Now it's Trixie's turn to ask something," she says with a serious look. "How are you holding up yourself, Lime?”

"Me? Um, sure,” I feel relieved at the general tone of the question, thankfully giving me wiggle room to answer. “I-I guess I’m totally fine! I mean, finding out that my parents aren’t actually dead really brightened my mood,” so yeah, figuring out that my parents could have died in what could only be described as a ‘world-ending catastrophe’ was a short-lived, yet scary thought. If I hadn’t been too busy thinking of Pinkie and the others, I probably would have lost it back in Equestria.

“Trixie agrees that’s a plus, it's good to see Gran-Gran was fine,” she laughs nervously before falling totally silent.

We look up at the sky, watching as the sun slowly moves towards the horizon, making way for a beautiful show of light, and it’s just nice that Trixie has managed to keep quiet without asking anything mor-

“Trixie has been thinking of something.”

“Have you now?” so much for quiet.

“That Equestria place was a world of magic, right?” she asks, touching her forehead and letting out a wistful sigh. “They could have probably found a way to send you home, maybe figure out how you got to this world. You would have probably stayed and had fun with the ponies you seemed to want to meet so much. Trixie still remembers how excited you were about it.”

“What are you getting at?”

“What Trixie is getting at is: how come you just didn’t stay? ” she asks. Okay, she was going somewhere.

“Well that came out of nowhere,” though I won’t lie, the thought surprises me. It didn’t even cross my mind back there, but… “You know, I think I would have refused either way.”

“Why would you do that?” Trixie asks again, keeping a steady eye on me. “That was your one intention when we met, wasn’t it? To live in Equestria.”

“Huh?” this catches me off-guard, nearly making me hit my head on the bleachers as I almost get up. “H-How did you…?

“It wasn’t very difficult,” she answers calmly. “You never really mentioned where you came from in the time we've known each other, so it stood to reason that you didn’t really want to deal with your old life.”

“Right…” have I really not talked about anything back in my original home? I guess if she says I didn't she might be correct. We DID date for a bit. But thinking about life before this feels strange, almost like I was a totally different person. I still remember things, but nothing really makes me feel homesick. Do I even miss my parents? Maybe. I sort of have parents here that act almost the same. For all I know, they could be my real parents... maybe I should ask the Princess next time the portal opens. "But I don’t get it, Trix, why bring it up now?”

“… It felt appropriate,” she answers vaguely. “Okay look, Trixie isn't going to meddle if you don't want to talk about it. Just forget it. There would be no point.”

“Don't try to deflect, what’s your point this time?” I keep prodding, hoping for a better answer.

“Trixie isn’t going to accept your snippy reaction!” she harrumphs at a lost of patience. “But if you really want to know, I brought it up because it really doesn’t matter anymore, does it? You have a life here, and…” she seems thoughtful, sighing to nothing before she speaks again. “Trixie wanted to check if you needed to vent some things, is all…”

“D’aww, that’s almost cute,” I tease.

“Please, Trixie is adorable!” she shoots back, resulting in us both bursting out laughing,

I let myself fall back on the grass, shortly followed by Trixie, the feel of the grass very slightly pricking my skin is somewhat relaxing… though Trixie doesn’t seem to think so, getting up seconds later.

“Trixie thinks you've definitely changed.”

“What?” I give her a wary look, expecting some sort of insult follow-up.

“In a good way, Lime. Don’t go straight to angry mode,” she continues. “You were a rather selfish person before if Trixie recalls right.”

“Hear that? I think pot is calling the kettle black,” that’s all I need to answer to get Trixie to turn away embarrassed, cheeks puffed. "Honestly, I was actually going to say the same to you back in Equestria."

“Yeah, well, a-anyway!" Trixie dodges my comment. "Trixie is surprised you just didn’t end up staying after all! Falling for that Sparkle’s vile ways! You seemed very infatuated with that hussy before!” she shoots back, changing topics.

“Uh, ‘hussy’? Are you serious-” I stop mid-sentence as a thought comes to mind. “Wait, now that you mention Twilight… you know, since we are here letting our deepest thoughts already, I’ve been meaning to ask you, but what is your deal with her anyway?”

“Wha-Ouch!” she half-shouts, followed by an almost inaudible hiss of pain after trying to get up too quickly and hitting her head on the seats above her. “Ah! Hell! Grrr!” she glares daggers in my direction, teary-eyed expression and all. “H-How dare you surprise Trixie like that!? That hurt a lot!”

“Why did that surprise you?”

“H-Huh?”

“That shouldn’t have surprised you. I mean, you don’t even know her, right? Unless…” I’m making this far more cryptic than I should be, but unlike her, I’m not a saint who doesn’t like getting into a little nosy fun when he needs to. “Tell me Trix, do you actually hate pony Twilight? Or are you thinking of the Twilight we met back at Starswirl? You know, that cute girl with the ponytail and the lab co-”

“Okay, fine! I get it! Don’t start again!” Trixie shouts, pushing her hands over my mouth, her cheeks burning with a faint purple-ish color. “Annoying Trixie like that… not a very gentlemanly thing to do.”

“Have you met me yet?”

“Point taken,” she agrees much more easily than I thought… *sniff* true friend right there. “Trixie supposes she can at least tell you this much. It’s really not as huge a deal as you are making it out to be."

“Then it shouldn’t be an issue, right?” I shrug, waiting for her to continue… only for her to bitch out for three whole minutes, saying nothing until I speak again. “Trixie!”

“Right! Telling you! Of course!” she finally lets out a sigh of defeat. “So, a-as I said before it’s nothing awful! But the truth is that, well…”

“Yes…?”

“Um…”

“Uh-huuuuuh?”

“T-Trixie does not appreciate you getting all up on her face!”

“Say it!”

“Fine! The truth is that Trixie actually knew Twilight Sparkle in middle school! Happy!?”

“What?” this probably ends up shocking me more than I thought it would. “Really? You actually knew her? What!?”

“Flash, Twilight, and the Great, and Powerful… well, me.” she ends awkwardly while failing to hide her face behind her hair. “If you recall, I mentioned that Flash and I were friends, but to tell you the truth, it wasn't just us; Twilight was actually part of the group as well.”

“No shit?” I say amused, failing to hide the huge grin on my face. “So that’s why you’ve been so cranky about her?”

“D-Don’t give me that!” she growls in frustration. “Ugh! This is why I didn’t want to mention it!”

“Come on, you are already halfway there, where is the harm?” I say in an attempt to calm her down, hoping that she won’t leave me wanting.

“T-The thing is that when we were much younger, Flash promised me, we… ugh, this is so stupid!” she groans.

“Well?” by this point, Trixie’s face looks like it’s about to cook itself. I can almost see the steam coming out of her ears, but the way she started that sentence far outweighs anything right now. “You are almost there! Just let it out…”

"O-Okay!" quickly, she turns to face me, closing her eyes tight before saying: “F-Flash promised he and I would get m-m-married when we got older, b-but he then went on and started dating Twilight, and I couldn’t do anything after that, but even after they broke up, I… Lemon?”

I can barely hold myself, having wrapped her in the tightest hug I could manage. “Please stop, I get it.”

“Why the heck are you hugging Trixie, then?” she asks, looking around confused. “Trixie does not think you ‘get it’.”

“But I do! And I'm sorry that I made you tell me that,” I explain, barely able to hold my feels. How could I make her do this? Of course she would be angry about it! I should have known she had feelings for him.

“Lemon, I…” slowly, she pushes me away, an-

*Slap*

“Ouch! What the hell!?” I complain, the pain in my cheek suggesting physical violence. Did she just slap me?

“That’s for assuming things!” she harrumphs, turning up her nose with annoyance, completely forgetting she was the violent one.

“Assuming that you are sad? The hell!?” I shout back. “You didn’t need to hit me for that!”

“Sad? Trixie wasn’t sad! She was embarrassed!” Trixie shakes her head, pushing me to the floor. “Ugh! This wasn’t easy for Trixie to admit after she already lied about it! Honestly Lime, not everything has to be a moment of sadness with people. I’ve long since moved on… though I will admit I did remain a bit bitter about the entire thing.”

“You are unbelievable,” I groan, still nursing my cheek. “You could have just told me this back then, you know? At least now I get why you used to be so cold to Flash.”

“It was none of your business back then,” she sighs, looking over her phone again. “Honestly, Trixie doesn’t know why she decided to tell you now. Maybe she just wanted to show you that you could deal with issues without running away from them. Perhaps you want pointers from Flash and ‘Sunny’ as well? We all seem to be able to talk about things without running off.”

“W-What does that have to do with anything? I have nothing that you guys should be helping me with!” I shout. And why is she bringing it up now? It almost feels like she is purposely stalling m-

“Gotcha!” without warning, I see a flash of pink before I’m thrown back down on the grass. I look up to find myself with Pinkie Pie's grin, looking smug over her captured prey. “I knew you’d be here!”

“No, you didn’t,” Trixie disagrees, getting on her feet and suddenly walking away. “In any case, Trixie’s work here is done.”

“Huh!?” I stare shocked at Trixie’s abandoning figure. “Wait, were you just distracting me just so Pinkie could get here!?” reaching into her pockets, Trixie takes out her cellphone, showing the opened messaging app on it. I may not be able to read the words from here, but there is no doubt that’s what she was doing.

“Trixie will be sure to go to your funeral,” she says ominously, walking away coolly…

… before realizing she is heading towards a fence, and turning around to just pass us again, the look of frustration she sports telling the whole story.

Guess who is getting shit on later?

“Whatchu doing?” Pinkie asks the moment Trixie is out of earshot, still resting her surprisingly heavy body on me.

“Hanging out, nothing much. Y-You know?” I wheeze out..

“That’s funny! You walked out of Sugarcube Corner before I could bring the Cakes to talk to you! So I thought you had some super-duper important thing to do. I guess that was my mistake!” she says cheerfully, though the way she says cuts deeper than any clear disappointment.

“Pinkie, it’s not what it looks li-”

“I know that,” she answers before I finish, offering her hand and helping me on my feet. "Up you go!"

“You do?” I ask, looking at my hand, half-expecting it to blow up in sort of over-the-top grudge plan she may have over me. “I don’t get it, why are you so calm about it? I mean, I ran off!” I feel sweat slowly falling down my brow, the heat of the summer afternoon finally hitting me… yeah, the heat is totally the reason for it.

“Oh, you know?” she asks simply. “It’s because it would not be not unfair if I got mad at you!”

“Wha-…?”

“It means that I did the same to you by hiding, well, ‘this’ from you for as long as I did!” she says to the point, pointing down at her stomach. I can almost see the protruding bulge. Man, I'm still in disbelief over the entire thing.

“I still don’t understand why you kept it hidden from me for so long. Worse off, you told Trixie but not me!?” I whine jokingly. “That’s almost as bad as telling just Flash.”

“Ahaha…” she laughs awkwardly, running her hand through her massive hair. “Can I be totally super-special-duper honest with you?”

“Um… yes!” I waver for a moment. I almost thought that was another double negative.

“The thing is, I kinda/sorta/maaaaybe was a teensy bit afraid of telling you,” she mumbles, barely able to look me in the eye.

“Why would you be afraid?” I scratch the back of my head, trying to figure it out, numerous possibilities running through my brain…. Actually, I’m tired of guessing this. “Could you just tell me, please?”

“Weeell..." she trails on, playing with her hair. "If I had to be doubly honest, it’s because I thought you’d really hate me for it,” at first, her answer seems like a joke, but the look she gives afterwards says the opposite.

“Pinkie Pie, you can’t be seriously thinking that,” I mutter frustrated—trying to understand her reasoning isn’t helping that. “Have I not shown you that I really care about you? Come on!”

“No, you really have! I really get that you are super caring and all of that good stuff!” she attempts to explain, placing her hands on my shoulders as if to keep me from running off again. “My heart wants to believe you, but then my brain tells me the opposite, and I got worried, and I though more thoughts that if you found out, you wouldn’t want to be with me anymore. I mean, I'm not the Pinkie Pie that you knew from that show! I'm not happy all the time, I'm super self-conscious, and I'm completely furless! See?" she points to her arm with a pout.

So that's why... I feel a bit of guilt. That isn't a very Pinkie Pie thing to do I practically said a few times. All this time, I continued comparing her with the pony Pinkie Pie... I can only imagine how insecure Pinkie must have felt keeping it to herself while trying to look normal around us. And then the pregnancy too! Is that why she was so worried when we were going back into the castle? Just how...

“How long?” I ask straight to the point.

"Like a month,” she answers quickly. "Oh! And please don’t be mad with Trixie! I made her Pinkie Promise not to tell you before I even asked her for advice!”

“So she knew, huh?” I don’t mull too much on that, guess I should have known. Though I can’t help but wonder how Trixie felt keeping this secret for the time she did. It explains why she has been acting so weird around Pinkie lately at least.

“So… are you mad now?” she asks innocently enough, looking up with the sweetest look. "You know? For lying and stuff..."

“Don’t do that!” I rub my eyes in frustration, trying to avoid the cute overload that’s trying to control me. “Pinkie Pie, I’m not mad. I won’t be mad. I CAN’T be mad at you.”

“Reaaaally?” Pinkie gives me a dubious look, cutting the distance between us and staring me down like a professional interrogator. Then, without warning, she pokes my chest, making me fall back on the grass. “Okay!”

“Okay,” I sigh, rubbing the spot she just poked. I can still feel it. “Okay, but if you really understand what I’m saying, I really need to clear away a misconception.”

“So your skin actually doesn’t taste like real lemons?”

"No, listen!" I dodge the question, feeling just a bit of embarrassment by the words that are about to come out of my mouth. "Pinkie, the one I fell in love wasn't Pinkie Pie the pony. I fell in love with Pinkie Pie the human. The one who has been there since day one, the one who has tagged along even during the dangerous times... the one who saved my life," I reach out to her, taking hold of her hands.

"O-Oh, geez!" Pinkie chuckles, tears streaming down her face. "You are really making it hard to be mad at you for running off!" she shouts, quickly wiping the tears.

"I thought you said you got why I did it?" I barely ask, as if the lump in my throat is trying its best to stop me.

"I did! Doesn't mean it wasn't a very mean thing to do!" she answers. "If I told Mrs. Cake without you there, she would have hunted you! Like a su-"

“It wasn’t my intention to run away from your place!” I scream before she can go into another tangent—it's now or never. “What I said earlier is true, I just need you to understand that learning this hasn’t exactly been easy. You had time to deal with the information, but getting out of Equestria with the sudden knowledge that I’m going to be a dad isn’t something I could deal with! And then you dragged me to the Cakes literally a day after just so I could get a talking to! It was too fast! And… it’s why I ran off for the moment—to get some time to think about it all.”

Pinkie looks thoughtful, sitting on her legs, rocking back and forth as she eyes me carefully. “How come you just didn’t say you wanted to wait?”

“Because I didn’t want to make you think that I was avoiding it, but… I guess it wasn’t something I was totally prepared to fight head on,” I answer exhausted, pacing side to side. “Argh! This is all my fault,” I groan, covering my face. “If only we hadn’t done anything stupid!”

“Hey!” Pinkie calls. I feel her soft hands as she pulls mine from my face, revealing a comforting smile behind them. “Oh Lemon, if it helps you feel better, it felt great!”

“Oh my god,” I just lose it. Only Pinkie Pie could say something like that out loud and be unaffected when she says it. “I-I guess it does a little bit…”

“Besides, it was my fault too!” she admits, touching her stomach again.

“Well, I’m glad I don’t have to be thrown under this bus on my own,” I laugh awkwardly.

“Oooh, I bet the bottom of that bus must be party ready, because I’m so there!” Pinkie replies, resting her head on my chest, giggling. "I should bring soda-" before she can finish her joke, I grab hold of her face, planting the best kiss I can muster. She seems angry to be interrupted, but it doesn't last too long, visibly relaxing and accepting her fate. "T-That's not fair!" she pouts after I let go, showing me a very light blush.

"All is fair in something or other," I laugh, feeling like a huge weight has been lifted. "But now that we are done talking, what do we d-aah!" I yelp, suddenly yanked by Pinkie dragging me across the field. “Um, Pinkie?”

“No more wasting time, mister! You and I need to get a good talking to!” she says without looking back. “I bet Mrs. Cake will be reaaaally mad! And Mr. Cake will probably faint the moment we let him know… maybe I should tell them separately…”

“Whoa, calm down, Pinkie! Just like that? We should prepare! Aren’t you scared or something?” I ask, and almost instantly, I feel her grip tighten, coming to a stop.

“Of course I am,” she answers in a low voice, her expression hidden by the darkness of the night that seems to have sneaked up on us. “I mean, I’m still in high-school, and then I have to think about not just the Cakes, but my sister! And the more I think about it, the more scared by what they might say I get, and I want to curl-up into a tiny little ball and just roll away into a land of gummy bears (I really want some right now) and live far away from everything!”

“Then why?” I ask, shaking my head. “Why do you want to do this now? We could prepare before we say anything, right?”

"We can, but it's sooo much easier if we get that party cannon going early! Besides..." I can more clearly see the smile she gives me when she turns back to me, new trails of tears falling down her face. Without warning, she grabs my hands, looking up to me and saying:

No more words are necessary as we continue through the field, right back to her car waiting near the entrance. As we drive off, I can already imagine how our talk with the Cakes will go, probably ending up in some sort of shouting match.

I can already see how it would go with my own parents, Sunny, Flash, the rest of the mane six, and even Trixie!

How this will likely change our lives in not just short term, but long term as well. We will both likely struggle, as life won’t be all roses while living together, leading to many hardships that come as part of life with a kid in tow.