My eyes shoot open. The feeling having been too much for sleep. No movement came despite my efforts, but I could still feel the sweat and heat surging throughout my body. Thankfully the small shot of pure happiness beside me was unaffected. The little pink thing showed up this morning in a bush.
Here I was painting a client's house, when something falls with a rustle. At once there was crying, and my reaction to the source was nothing short of memorable. Though that's not more important than saying that a baby pink pony was just letting loose within the bush it fell into. Suddenly she, from what could be seen, opened her eyes to see me standing there. Her little hooves start reaching for me as a smile forms on her face. If it were any other person then chances were they would leave empty handed, but in one movement I scoop her up and immediately feel the jump in weight. She wasn't heavy, but enough so that it could be felt. Only questions flowed in my mind, such as 'Why is there a pink pony? Why did she fall?', and 'How did she survive?', perhaps the one that prevailed above the others was 'Can I take her home?', oddly enough. Above was the tree she fell through, and a note tied to a balloon stack amidst the branches. Curious, I place her down and go for the paper. Once it gets shaken down the letter floats over to the filly. Blue eyes wide she gazes at it curiously, before putting it in her mouth. I put her down for a second and she finds something important to chew on. Then for whatever reason she swallows the letter. "Hey! Spit that out right now!", I say in a very serious tone, to which she replies "S-safe and s-sound." Okay so she's old enough to talk...hold up! Nevermind, this job needs to be finished before the owner comes back.
With everything settled for the day, only thing left to do is head home. Strapped in the backseat of the car was the pink filly. Once we arrived home, she makes a beeline for the inside. While the filly was exploring the house, I unwinded from the day and guess what's in one of my pockets. The letter. Hopefully this would reveal some answers, it read "Dear reader, her name is Pinkie Pie. Take good care of her."...well that sure solved some problems. On the back it had "P.S.-Don't try too hard to explain her antics. And don't worry about feeding her, she can eat anything that isn't harmful.", sure enough Pinkie was in the kitchen burying her face in cake.
So that's how the two of us met. The letter had no signature of any kind, nor did it give any indication as to where Pinkie Pie came from. Regardless unless I wanted to dump her then it seems like Pinkie is going to be my adopted daughter. That nightmare, something chasing and catching you was definitely among the worst. I hug Pinkie and go to sleep instantly. Warmth plus pillow like pony added up to a good night's sleep. So it would've been if Pinkie didn't get up in the middle of the night. Shortly afterwards she returned, same curled position as before. Oddly enough there was an aroma of cake batter when she returned.
A rooster crowed...that wasn't there before. Looking outside a rooster gets startled from its perch. A moment of our eyes meeting is enough to send it running. Pinkie is nowhere in sight. Then she appears from around the corner of the door, noisemaker in mouth. The little filly dances around joy in every step. Finally blowing the noisemaker, she motions for me to follow her. Just down the hall a small party was taking place. Pinkie rushed to what looked like a cake hiding in the microwave. By some miraculous act she managed carrying the dessert. After delivery she sat down, and blew the whole birthday song on her little noisemaker. Something that made whatever part of my heart that was spared yesterday melt from pure cuteness. "Pinkie I just woke up, before eating anything sweet I should brush my teeth.", her noisemaker stops mid-note. Before that was possible though she comes between me and the bathroom. Two adorable blue eyes almost glare at me. If not for the age she might actually look intimidating. Ignoring her like a jerk I walk over her, which produces whines. Do ponies have the vocal chords for that? Either way it tore into me hearing those cries. Looking back tears fell. Once my attention was fully taken away, "It'll be quick." Afterwards, she's still crying, this time where the cake is. Without any delay I take a slice, which makes Pinkie instantly smile. Oh she's going to be so spoiled isn't she.
A single slice of cake was plenty, Pinkie on the other hand wasn't satisfied until the rest was in her stomach. Miraculously she didn't gain any weight. After cleanup the filly produced a map complete with dashed lines and a big red x. She looks at me ever so cutely, "Where does this lead?", she giggles and leaps on over to the door. Now the question is how will others react upon seeing her? Perhaps they know what everyday ponies look like, but...meh. Pinkie is Pinkie, not like it'll be long before she's discovered by someone else. *knock knock knock* Speaking of which. The little pony gets out of the way, and I open the door. The doorway was occupied by Mrs. Delilah, "Now I know exactly what you think I'm going to say, but not this time. All I came here for is to warn you about strange noises occurring over near the valley.", she was head and founder of the neighborhood watch. Something that seemed excessive in an area lacking crime. "Good day.", she halts, "Also-" *slam*, there was no way she was bringing that up today. Pinkie's face was filled with curiosity, "Who was that?"
"Just someone who cares a little too much in my opinion." She tilts her head slightly at my response. "Nevermind, now where's that map you showed me?" Didn't know how she mapped the entire area, regardless let's do this! Backpack equipped Pinkie Pie leaps into it, and sticks her head out appearing rather mischievous. A nearby mirror reveals just how prepared this duo looked. We set off, not another character in sight. We follow the line all the way out of town. In fact at this rate we'll reach-"Uh Pinkie I don't think that's such a good idea." The filly again tilts her head in response to my sentence. "Well see there's supposedly something weird going on out there. Since we don't know what, maybe we should turn around." She grunts, shakes her head and points ahead. "Okay, but since your with me the first sign of trouble is when we run away." We make our way into uncharted territory eyes ahead. Save for the wind gentle silence greets us every step of the way. So far nothing bad, maybe I shouldn't say anything or risk jinxing our luck. After some time passes, say an hour or two, Pinkie jumps off and runs towards an opening in the mountainside. No time is wasted in chasing after her. Ah! Out of the way rock! Upon turning a corner she could be seen jumping amidst an open area. "Pinkie!", I say after slipping through a slit of space in between earth. It's then that it becomes apparent why she led us all the way here. Floating above in a basket five other fillies were sustained mid-air mere inches from touching down. Pinkie leaps into the basket, and adds enough weight to lower it down. Looking inside there was: a purple unicorn filly with hybrid purple and pink hair alongside purple colored eyes, a light blue pegasus filly whose mane was all the colors of the rainbow and had bright pink eyes, an orange filly with pure golden hair and green eyes, another pegasus filly yellow in coat color along with pink for her main and tail alongside sky blue eyes, a white unicorn filly with deep purple colored main and tail alongside dark blue eyes, and now Pinkie also sat amongst them.
It took their funny looks for me to realize that I was staring. Unicorns and pegasi exist, do dragons? Right on cue the fillies fall out revealing two things amidst basket wreckage: another letter along with an egg. Looking inside it read same as before, "Dear reader, would it be too much trouble if you took care of her friends as well?", so all of us are stuck together. The fillies line up and Pinkie names them off starting from the left, "Twilight Sparkle" she says pointing to the purple filly, "Rainbow Dash", the blue filly, "Rarity", the white filly, "Fluttershy", the yellow filly, "Applejack.", the orange filly. Well then, this could either spell disaster or the start of something grand. Rainbow pushes Twilight, who in turn knocks over Applejack, causing a small fight between the two. Given some time Dash flies so she's behind me, and sticks her tongue out at the AJ. Applejack followed by the others run towards me playing as if I were a playground. Why they immediately accept me as a non-threat is strange, but there are no complaints. Now the question is how do we all get back before dark, the sun's practically setting. Overlooking time the entire party heads on back home.
That night the ponies laid comfortably together in their own pile. Tomorrow's when work starts again, so yippie regarding that. After saying good night all around sleep came rather quickly. Just when REM was about to set in movement could be felt all around. Opening my eyes the six fillies had surrounded me, outlining my body like an adorable crayon glow. Without further interruptions everyone's eyes closed, and until morning they would stay closed.