Author's Note: You'll notice I used a lot of names of IRL things in this chapter, but ponified the names. Let me know if you can tell what they are in the comments! ;D
P.S. I don't own any of them, just saying.
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Fluttershy walked out into the hallway, smelling something that had a spicy, exotic tinge to it. “Pinkie, what is that smell?” She walked into the kitchen archway to find Pinkie taking out a couple boxes from the microwave.
“Just something I got from Pony Express while you were asleep, silly,” Pinkie explained, “its foreign!”
“O-oh, I see.” Fluttershy said rather apprehensively, not too sure what to think of it. They both sat down at their small table and Pinkie Pie immediately began eating, face-inside-the-box style. Fluttershy, on the other hoof, slowly nibbled on it and realized it wasn’t like the hay strands she normally eats, but it was softer and more seasoned… “So, Pinkie…”
“Mmph?” Pinkie said from inside the box.
Fluttershy took another taste before speaking. “What are we gonna do tonight?”
“Mmph mmh mmmhmph!”
“What?”
Pinkie took her head out of the box, noodles hanging from her mouth. “Party of course!” She then proceeded to stick her face into the box again, finishing where she left off. Fluttershy ate a bit more of hers, before pushing it to the side.
“Something wrong, Flutters?” Pinkie inquired.
“No, just… not really into the taste is all. You want it?” Fluttershy replied with a contorted look on her face that exemplified “Whatever that is, I want no part of it.” Before she could say anything else, Pinkie already had her face inside of the half-eaten box of… whatever it was… finishing up where Fluttershy left off. Fluttershy just sighed. She’ll eat anything that’s edible. Pinkie went to wash her face off in the sink, leaving Fluttershy to throw away the boxes. She looked at the clock, which read 10:49 A.M.
The Day Turns into Night…
Fluttershy and Pinkie Pie were sitting on their sectional sofa, watching the 48” Ponysonic television they had recently bought, the show “P.S.F.: International”. Pinkie looked over at the clock; it read 8:03 P.M.
“Oh, Flutters, it’s about time we start going out if we’re gonna party the night away!” Pinkie said enthusiastically. “Come on, you silly filly!”
Fluttershy just sighed. “Okay, Pinkie, let’s go.” They got off the sofa and while Fluttershy turned off the television and made sure everything was shut off and the back door was locked, made her way over to Pinkie.
Why does she even bother with the back door, Pinkie thought, it’s just a fire escape. Pinkie was the first to go out and Fluttershy, after locking the front door and making sure she had the keys to get back in, followed after her bouncing marefriend to the elevator. “Hey, hey Flutters.”
“Y-Yup?”
“Where do you want to go tonight?” Pinkie was excited, just like every other night.
“I don’t know,” Fluttershy said admittedly, “plus I chose last night. It’s your turn.” She hit the button for the First Story.
“Ooh! Ooh! How about that one that recently opened? The pClub?” Pinkie asked, to which Fluttershy responded with a quiet murmur of “Okay.” And with that, the elevator doors opened to the First Story, and they walked out into the lobby.
“Evening, ladies.” The stallion at the Lobby desk said, smiling at Pinkie Pie and Fluttershy. He had a white coat and a light orange mane and tail, his mane being slicked back. He wore a suit-vest, and his cutie mark was a clipboard.
“Hiya, Check!” Pinkie chimed in happily, smiling at Check List.
“H-hi…” Fluttershy quietly said, looking away. Pinkie noticed and whispered to Fluttershy “it’s okay, don’t be nervous.” and entwined her tail with Fluttershy’s.
“Where are you two lovebirds going tonight?” Check List asked, knowing they always went clubbing every night.
“Oh, we’re going to the pClub,” Pinkie said before nuzzling Fluttershy softly, “it’s the newest nightclub, it opened a few nights ago. It looks exciting!” She began bouncing up and down in place, making Fluttershy’s tail follow her movements.
Check List just chuckled. “Well, okay then. You two be safe out there.” His expression then became quite serious. “I heard it’s a rather gruesome bunch around that there area, and I don’t want anything happening to my two favorite mares in this apartment building.” You see, Check List honestly cared about Fluttershy and Pinkie Pie – they were the closest thing to friends he had in this apartment building, and seeing as he only got a day off every now and then, he cherished the very few minutes of each day that he got to talk to them.
“I-it is?...” Fluttershy cowered behind Pinkie Pie, afraid of what could happen.
“Flutters, don’t be so afraid. Nobody will mess with you, not as long as I’m still alive!” Pinkie said in an attempt to calm Fluttershy down, but she meant it – she wouldn’t let a thing harm Fluttershy. She looked over at Check List and nodded. “Thanks, Check, but I think we’ll be okay if we just play it cool.”
“Aight then, if I’m still on shift when you come back I want to know how it went.” Check grinned. He knew how much trouble the two could get into, albeit never understood how – Fluttershy was always so quiet and cowardly, and Pinkie Pie was simply cheery and energetic beyond comprehension.
Pinkie and Fluttershy nodded and exited the Lobby, being greeted by a barrage of sights – the bustling throngs of ponies of various colors and classes, the street signs depicting shops ranging from coffee nooks to bars to nightclubs, the streets filled with pony-drawn carriages, the ones pulling the carriages strong and fast enough to be able to join any team they could possibly want. Pinkie nodded at Fluttershy as if saying “Let’s do this.” and they began to walk down the sidewalks of Manehattan, tail-in-tail, taking in the ever-so-familiar sights; the throngs of ponies, the dark and unattended-to alleyways where nothing good comes from. The graffiti covering brick walls of abandoned shops and houses, symbolizing different gangs and their marks. The different nightclubs, their neon lights shining brightly to show their names. The various corner coffee shops, much-loved during the day but abandoned and dark during the night hours. They made a turn and found what they were looking for: in bright neon pink letters, it jutted out from the side of the glassed-in building not even thirty feet away: “The pClub.”
“There it is!” Pinkie could hardly contain her excitement, whereas Fluttershy was simply quiet. “Flutters?” Fluttershy looked at her. “Are you okay?”
“Yup,” she sighed. “Just thinking about what Check List said…”
“Don’t worry your pretty head, you silly filly!” Pinkie smiled, making Fluttershy smile a little as well. “You got me; nothing is going to hurt you.” This made Fluttershy smile and nod, and began resting her head on Pinkie’s shoulder. They just stood there for a few minutes, letting Fluttershy get her bearings back together before they continued their trek into the newest nightclub of Manehattan. She whispered quietly into Fluttershy’s ear, “Ready, Flutters?”
“Y-Yup.” Fluttershy was still a little nervous, but more confident than before due to Pinkie’s assurance that everything will be okay. They proceeded to walk towards the club, passing by an alleyway, but were quickly snatched away by unknown stallions, whom dragged the two of them into the alleyway.
“Hey! Let go of us, you meanies!” Pinkie yelled.
“With pleasure,” one of the stallions said, perhaps with more malice than would have been liked, before the both of them were thrown to the back of the alley, hitting the brickwork and sliding down to the dirt-covered concrete flooring. Fluttershy curled up into a ball, shaking with fear, afraid to move. Pinkie Pie was in front of her, protecting her from the stallions who took them away.
“Don’t you dare touch my Flutters!” Pinkie screamed. One of the stallions, with a black coat and a grey mane cut into a ragged and messy style, walked towards her and went out to grab Fluttershy. All of a sudden he felt the floor, an aching pain in his jaw and the taste of blood in his mouth. Pinkie Pie had kicked him straight in the jaw, causing a few teeth to fly out.
“Well, aren’t you just a tough cookie,” One of the other stallions, this one sporting an orange coat and a yellow-orange mane that was cut into a spiky style said. “It’ll be fun to get you.” He began to walk towards Pinkie Pie but stopped when a voice that was familiar to all of them, a rather tomboyish one, called out.
“And what do we have here, boys?” A cyan mare appeared, sporting a rainbow mane and tail, both cut into an uneven and messy, spiky style, two purple studs in her outer right ear and a few purple wristbands wrapped around her hooves. She was wearing a popped-collar, unbuttoned black shirt over a pink pullover, and a pair of grey jeans that sagged slightly showing off her cutie mark. It was Rainbow Dash.