Bubbles
An Anthropomorphic MLP fan fiction
“Uh,” you say trying to think of a way to explain a human. “Hmm, well...”
“Don't you know how to explain your own species?” the white mare asked.
“Not exactly, I never had to explain it before,” you say before getting an idea. Pulling out your phone you navigate to a picture of a group photo of your friends from high school and hand the phone to the white mare. “Here is a group photo of all five of my high school friends. That's me in the middle. It's the only way I could possible explain what a human is.”
“What's with everypony else's hair being so bland?” the green unicorn asked.
“Well in my world those hair colors are normal. Humans don't have natural multiple hair colors, nor are the colors every color of the rainbow. They don't have fur all over their bodies, and people's skin color aren't exotic,” you explain.
“So why is your hair the color it is?” the white unicorn asked.
“My hair is naturally blonde, I just dye it every so often,” you explain.
“Oh, well I see you don't have any Pegasus or Unicorn friends, nor too many friends,” the white mare points out as she handed your phone back, which you slip back into your pocket.
“That's 'cause on my world, there are no Unicorns or Pegasus. No magic either. In high school I talked to just about everybody, making jokes and stuff, but I wouldn't exactly call a lot of those people my friends.”
“Huh,” the white mare said. She was about to say something else but Pinkie suddenly appeared with two paper bags.
“Hey guys. Here you are,” Pinkie said handing the bags to the two mares.
“Thanks Pinks,” the white mare said as she rose from her seat, her friend rising also. “Well Mr. Alien, it was interesting talking to you, we should hang out sometime,” she said with a wave as her friend and herself left the shop.
“Who was that?” you ask Pinkie, who was still standing next to you.
“That was Vinyl and Lyra, silly. Vinyl is the white one and Lyra is the green one,” Pinkie said with a smile. “Need anything else?”
“Nah, I’m fine.”
“Alright, just call if you need me.”
“Will do.” You replace your headphones and start your music back up again. At some point you managed to fall asleep with your arm holding up your head. You don't dream about anything, only the darkness that always accompanies your sleep.
You wake up with a start, the tip of your muzzle on the table. With the slight pain in your muzzle, it doesn't take long for you to figure out that you hit it on the table. You pull your headphones to your neck and lift your head, rubbing your muzzle as you do so. With half lidded eyes, you look around. Not much has changed, the only noticeable thing was the sun was lower in the sky, painting the sky a nice shade of orange. You look over at the cashier, expecting to see Pinkie, but instead you see a light blue mare in a yellow apron with pink frills, she has pink pearl earrings and her mane reminded you of frosting. She is currently doing what seems like a crossword puzzle, but you have no real clue. The music from your headphones catches her attention and she looks up. Upon seeing you she waves, you return it and stand. While you walk to her you turn off your music.
“You must be the ali- er, I mean Pinkie's new friend, the one that will be staying with us?” the mare asked.
“Yes I am, and it's ok to call me an alien, I suppose that is what I am. I suspect that you are Mrs. Cake?” you ask with a smile.
“You are correct, dear,” Mrs. Cake says with a smile as you both shake hands.
“I am truly thankful for you letting me stay with you,” you say.
“It is not a problem, dear. Oh Mr. Cake has set up your bedding and such in Pinkie's room. You can go up there and make sure it is all to your liking if you want,” Mrs. Cake says with a smile.
“Thank you,” you say and make your way to the stairwell. You walk up the stairs two at a time, like you always do, and when you get to the top you jump to the side of the hall, flattening yourself on the wall, as to let Pinkie past, who was running down the hall with two babies in each arm, all while making airplane noises.
“Hey!” she greets you as she passes you and goes down the stair, at a much slower pace. You smile to yourself and walk up the second set of stairs. Mr. Cake brought up an inflatable mattress along with two sets of sheets, two pillows that had a floral print on them, and a nice looking quilt. The mattress has yet to be inflated so you made a mental note to do so. You also haven't forgotten to try to work on making your tail move, instead of it doing so on it's own accord. You are snapped out of your thoughts to a slight tugging on your tail. You look down and see a green baby alligator, hanging off your tail. It's purple eyes seem to blankly stare into the distance.
“Well hello there, do I taste good?” you ask it. The only response you get is it blinking it's eyes. “Right I’m talking to an alligator,” you bend down and carefully pluck him off your tail, seeing that he has no teeth. Shrugging you set him on Pinkie's bed, which he lays down, and head back downstairs.
“Darn it!” you hear coming from the office room. Curious you walk to the room and see a yellow stallion with an orange mane under a hat, and a white apron on. “Why won't you work you stupid computer?” the stallion asked the computer.
“Do you need some help?” you ask, making your presence noticed. The stallion turned around and saw you for the first time.
“Oh hello, um do you know anything about computers?” the stallion asked.
“I know a thing or two about electronics,” you say as the stallion backed away and you took his place. “Can you hand me that flashlight?” you ask, pointing to the small flashlight next to the stallion. He gave you the flashlight and you set to work. You popped of the side paneling of the computer and took a look inside. “You must be Mr. Cake, right?”
“Yes, and you must be Pinkie's friend? Can you figure out the problem?” Mr. Cake asked.
“I already have,” you say as you stood up with a long set of multiple colored wires in hand. “These wires are shot, you need new ones.”
“Oh, ok,” Mr. Cake said as he took the wires. He walked out the room and you followed down the stairs and to Mrs. Cake. “The problem with the computer has been found. We need to replace these wires,” he turned to you, “correct?”
“Yeah, it's an easy fix,” you reply. Mr. Cake turned back to Mrs. Cake.
“Would you like to run to the store?” he asked.
“I could do that,” Mrs. Cake said as she walked into the kitchen and returned with a purple handbag.
“Would you like some help?” you ask, trying to be nice. Mrs. Cake smiled and nodded her head.
“Sure, I probably wouldn't know what to look for,” she admitted. The two of you left Sugarcube Corner and started to walk down the dirt road, among a few others. “If I'm not mistaken, there should be an electronics store right down this road.”
You walk two blocks still you find the store. The building is a light blue with two big windows on each side of the door, a big vinyl record hung above the door. You hold the door open for Mrs. Cake, who thanks you, and are hit with a blast of cool air. The first thing that you notice when you walk in was a few rows of various electronics, parts for electronics, and other assortments on the left side of the store, and CD's, records, and other things that fall in the music category. The checkout counter had nobody there, only a service bell and a speaker, a trance techno song playing from the speaker.
You and Mrs. Cake walk over to the electronics side of the store and walk down the aisle. You don't find what your looking for in the first aisle, but you do in the second one. Once you find the correct set of wires you walk up to the checkout counter. You ring the service bell and you hear someone yell “One minute!” from behind a section blocked off with a bed sheet. You lean on the counter waiting for someone to show up. After waiting fro a few minutes you hear “Sorry for the wait- oh hey!”
You turn to see Vinyl walk up to the counter. “Hey.”
“What can I do for you today?” Vinyl asks.
“Need this,” you say when you put the wires on the counter. Vinyl rings them up and puts them in a bag.
“Alright, that will be four bits,” she say. Mrs. Cake pulls out the bits from her purse and hands them to Vinyl, who hands the bag to you. “Do you need any help installing that?”
“Nah, I've worked on more complex computers before, it'll be fine,” you say as you and Mrs. Cake head for the door.
“Alright, see you in a few!” Vinyl yelled to you. You were about to ask what she meant, but when you turned around she was gone once again. With a shrug you and Mrs. Cake leave the shop and start to walk back, this time nobody was out and about. You just shrugged it off and set off.
It wasn't long before you made it back to Sugarcube Corner, but it seemed to be closed. You figured that Mr. Cake must have closed shop as you walked up to the door, this time Mrs. Cake held the door open for you. With a thanks you walked in to the pitch black room. The moment Mrs. Cake closed the door the lights turned on and you heard “SURPRISE!” get shouted at you from every direction. You take a step back and look at the many ponies that surrounded you. Before you could say anything Pinkie runs up to you.
“HEY! I bet you were surprised, right? You had to be surprised, because you had a very shocked expression on your face saying you were surprised. Well it wasn't saying because facial expression can't say anything they can only show something.”
“What? Er, yeah Pinkie, I was surprised, but what is all of this?” you can't help but ask.
“It's a surprise party for you, silly.”
“Yes, but why?”
“Well because you new to Ponyville, and what better way to meet everypony? Well not everypony, but a lot of ponies,” Pinkie said with a big smile.
“Here dear, let me take the wires and you mingle,” Mrs. Cake said as she took the bag from your hand. Pinkie takes your hand and starts to drag you to the middle of everything.
“Come on! Vinyl! Start the music!” Pinkie yelled, you get dragged past a DJ booth with Vinyl playing party music. Once you arrive in the middle of the crowd Pinkie starts to shoot off names of everybody surrounding you, once their name was called they gave a wave or smile or some other kind of friendly greeting. The only problem with this whole thing was the moment Pinkie said somebodies name, you forgot it. You always were good with faces, but names always seemed to escape you, unless you have met them individually.
It took a while but you had finally met everybody, though you remember none of their names, and Pinkie left you to do something. You make your way to the punch bowl and get a cup of punch. With nobody to bother you, you take this time to inspect your surroundings. The bakery had its tables and chairs cleared away, a giant banner that said “WELCOME TO PONYVILLE, MR. ALIEN!” stretched across the back wall, a DJ booth was added, and of course all of the ponies. Other than those things the whole place looked the same. You drink your punch, bobbing your head to the beat of dubstep that Vinyl was playing. After a few minutes by yourself, five mares come over to join you, one of which you remember being Vinyl's friend, Lyra, if you remember correctly. The other ponies you're sure you've been introduced, but their names don't come to you.
One was beige in color, with a blue and pink curled mane, she wore a simple t-shirt with blue jeans and sneakers. Another was a light blue in color, with a white and blue mane that was ever so slightly messy, reminding you of toothpaste, with a horn protruding form her forehead. She wore a light blue, long sleeve shirt and bell bottom jeans. Another was a pale yellow, with a raspberry colored mane with light raspberry streaks running through it. She wore a pale colored tank top with pale colored shorts and sneakers. The last one was gray in color, with a slightly choppy blonde mane. She wore a dark green t-shirt, black cargo shorts, and sneakers with the laces untied. Her eyes were a light yellow, and were slightly walleyed.
“Hello,” Lyra greeted when the got to you.
“Good evening,” you say with a sip of your punch, which was almost gone by now.
“Some party, huh?” she asked.
“Yeah, this was probably the last thing I would have expected today.”
“Well, that's Pinkie for you. She always throws a party for any occasion,” Lyra said with a light chuckle.
“Seems like something she would do,” you take a drink of your punch. “So, Lyra, who are your friends?” you ask, all of the mares, save the gray one, was looking at you with interest.
“Oh right!” Lyra stood next to the beige mare, “This is Bon Bon,” she stood next to the blue one, “Colgate,” moving to the pale yellow one, “Roseluck,” moving to the last one, “and Derpy.”
“Hey,” you say with a short wave of your hand. Each of them return the wave. Roseluck stepped forwards.
“Can I ask you a few questions about your home world?” she asked. Colgate facepalmed.
“I'm sorry about her, she's a conspiracy nut,” Colgate said with an apologetic smile.
“Hey, I told you all, aliens do exist,” Roseluck said matter-of-factually. Colgate once again facepalmed. You begin to laugh at their antics. Roseluck turned to you, “So, questions. You gonna answer them?”
“Sure,” you say though your light chuckling.
“Ok, first question: What types of plants do you have on your home world?” she asked.
“Um, I don't know all of them but I can give you types of plant,” you say as you get more punch. “We have vegetables, flowers, trees, some that can help you, and some that can harm you,” you say, trying to think of the different types of plants.
“Uh huh, uh huh. What is your species called?” she asked.
“Humans,” you say and you take a drink of your punch.
“Really? I would have thought the Zeborts from the Quintupin Galaxy would have been the first to make contact,” Roseluck said with a slightly confused look.
“Those things were on that Syfy movie you watched last week,” Colgate reminded her.
“Doesn't mean they don't exist. Ok, next question: How do you reproduce?” she asked with a straight face, making you take a small spit take, thus making you cough violently.
“Roseluck!” Lyra hisses while she thumps you on your back, trying to help you out. You straighten up and blink away the tears in your eyes. You can see the other mares trying to contain their laughter.
“You serious?” you ask with a slight cough. Roseluck nods her head.
“Oh my Celestia...” Lyra said with a shake of her head.
“Um, uh...” you could feel your face get red as you think of how to word this correctly. “Um, well... uh, when a mommy and a daddy love each other, very much, uh...” your savior came in the form of Vinyl's voice.
“I need the stallion of the hour to come to the DJ booth, again, can I have the alien come to me please?” her voice boomed from the speakers.
“Oh, well girls, it was nice chatting with you and all, but it seems that I’m needed, some other time I’ll answer your questions,” you say with a nervous smile, slowly backing away from the mares. Sighing with relief of avoiding that question, you make your way through the crowd. You make your way up to Vinyl, who has headphones on and a cup of punch in her hand. When she notices you she puts down her cup and pulls her headphones to her neck.
“There you are,” she said.
“Yeah, you don't know how awkward of a situation you just saved me from. Anyway what is it you needed?” you ask.
“Yeah, well I was thinking of how the ponies here would benefit from listening to music from your world, so I was wondering if I could borrow your music player?” she asked.
“Sure,” you say as you toss it up to her.
“Thanks!” she said, already going through your music collection.
“Just be wary of what you find, there are some songs that have foul language on there,” you warn. Vinyl gives you a mock salute.
“Roger.”
You leave to mingle with other ponies and before too long you hear a familiar song being played. It doesn't take long for your brain to register the song as “Monster” by Skillet. You wander around, not really doing anything, but not staying in once spot, ultimately trying to avoid Roseluck and her questions for the time being. Time flew by very quickly, you met a lot of ponies, all of them being very nice, and you have a fun time. Although, all fun things must end, and you found the crowd of ponies getting thinner and thinner as the night wore on. Soon it was just Pinkie, Vinyl, and yourself left. Vinyl packing up. When she left, Pinkie and yourself started to clean up the remains of the party. After that was done you headed upstairs to get ready for bed. Your happy and tired mood that you had when you climbed the stairs, turned to sad and tired when you saw that the air mattress has yet to be blow up. With a sigh, you shuffle over to it, sit on the floor, and proceed to blow it up.
After what seems like a forever, you manage to get the mattress blown up. Pinkie enters the room just as you placed the sheets on the mattress. She wore a simple pink plaid button up shirt and matching sleep pants, her mane was still curly, but was wet and slightly weighted down. You kick off your shoes, tug your shirt off, empty your pockets, and crawl on the air mattress, pulling the quilt over you as you do. Pinkie does somethings, then crawls in bed herself.
“Nighty night!” she said cheerfully before she turned off the light.
“Goodnight, Pinkie Pie,” you say before you feel the grips of sleep overtake you.