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// Extensions: 17 
// Story: Pinkie Pie buys a Human 
// by Ponyess 
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As I step out of the kitchen, I notice a stone grey mare by the window.  This is not a random pony, standing by a window; she is apparently holding a counter and serving ponies takeaway meals on the walk-through lane.

“There is something off, with this pony; she looks like Pinkie Pie, cut right out of a stone.  Just that her mane is straight, and reaches halfway down to her hooves!” I ponder.

There is an eager, enthusiastic energy around the pony; and she is observing the ponies and customers before her with sharp, brilliant blue eyes.  It is a measured gaze, not the intimidating stare of Fluttershy.

Where the old door out had been, there is now an opening to the rest of the cafe.  The space behind the opening is packed with tables and chairs.  I could count eighteen tables within before, now there are twenty eight tables in the original space.

“I guess you should not need to preorder take-away food, in Ponyville soon!” I ponder.

The original floor had been replaced with smooth, black stone tiles; extending out over the entire floor space now.  Semi clear, pink rubber is coating the floor; giving off these special, distinct squeaking noises as you walk, trot or bounce.  Though the chairs will not screech, when you move them; partially since they do not slide over the floor, now.

“The floor is not exactly sticky; but it would be impossible for me to lose my footings here, even if the floor was covered with water!” I ponder; “Maybe this is for the better, but it is interesting and exciting as well!” I continue, still remembering the night on that mattress.

Had I gotten up that late?  It seems to be between the breakfast and lunch.  Maybe this is why the grey mare is tending the take-away by the window.

As I scan the room, I notice how they had managed to restock the display cases.  Yet, there is no new counter or display case in the bar inside the room.

“Nothing new, on our menu!” I ponder.

I continue into the kitchen; nothing new had been added in here, either.  I open the fridge and pull out a salad, for myself.  After I closed the fridge, I pull out a fork and stab the salad.  Slipping the fork into my mouth and thew.

I just continue; stab salad, slip fork into my mouth and chew.  I repeat, until the bowl of salad is empty.  With that, I place the bowl and fork away to be dealt with later.

“Always a new salad, they make the best selection of foods for my meals!” I ponder; “But of course, they make these for the cafe to serve, as well!  They could as well make these for us, too!” I continue.

A girl enters the room, coated in glistering black latex rubber entirely.  Her eyes a dark chocolate brown, when her hooves are a deep, dark pink; almost to the point of being red.  She is glistering in the light, beaming a bright grin towards me.

“Hiya, I am Jet!” she is presenting herself.

“Hiya, Jet; I am Sapphire!” I respond.

In chock and surprise; I notice how she is having a full set of cervine, deer hooves; not just a pair for her feet.  She is trotting on all fours.  Yet, just like me, she is wearing a full uniform of Pinkie Pie’s the Pink Balloon Cafe, all the same.  The hat, top, skirt, gloves, stockings and even the panties.

I watch her picking a large peanut cupcake with chocolate topping and two diminutive wild strawberry muffins.  She is chewing the cupcake with gusto and is licking her lips; while she enjoys, what is to be passing for her lunch.

“Yummy!” she points out, as she just finished the cupcake and continues with the muffin.

“Maybe, I should try one?” I respond, picking a muffin and nibble on it.

“A girl has got to eat!” I mumble.

“Every girl, has to make herself special and make her mark; even in this strange world of ponies and bright colours!” Jet answers.

“I guess we do, for otherwise we are replaceable and useless!  I just can’t live like that!  We live among ponies, so we have to function like and with them all day and every day without any break!” I point out.

“We can function like the ponies among them; isn’t that why Ruby is a unicorn and Amethyst is a giraffe?” Jet responds.

“Oh, dear deer; they are, and it works perfectly fine, for them!  I, myself am more of the deer; just like you and Emerald!” I respond.

“Jet, what a strange name; but she is a bit unusual, for a girl in Pinkie Pie’s service too!” I ponder.

“Deer seems to be, just the thing; wouldn’t you say?” Jet points out.

“It certainly is!” I ponder; “So it would seem, just as it seems you need to go up and lactate, for a moment!” I respond.

“Yes, I have been having the need to lactate; as of late, since I moved in here!” she responds.

“It is an open choice, but it just feels so good!  On the other rubbery hoof, I bet your milk is to die for!” I point out.

“I noticed the line of bottles of milk, in the display case; where our products are seen by the customers!” she responds; “Maybe I should go up and enjoy myself for a moment!” she ponders.

“The milk is quite popular!  Ponies seems to like the milk, and knowing that it is not bovine!” I add.

“I will enjoy the option, now since I have enjoyed my lunch!” she explains; and trots right up the stairs, to her room and closes the door after herself.

I do enjoy the squeaking noises, her hooves are making for every bouncy step she is taking.  Just that she is making so much more of these squeaks, with four hooves on the floor.

“By Celestia; I do love these little sounds she is making with her hooves, but I can never tell her about that!” I ponder.