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// Prompt #457-It's A Legitimate Fear 
// Story: Ponywatching 
// by ThunderTempest 
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Pinkie Pie sat back in the chair, her eyes darting around the room nervously, searching for a way out. There was a soft, ominous click, and Pinkie realised that it was the door locking. She could dive through the window, but the other pony in the room had never quite forgiven her for the last time. Pinkie Pie took deep breaths, trying to calm herself down, and not feel the walls pressing down in on her. She didn’t like to be still, but if she wanted to get out of here, she would have to be. As the other pony, a unicorn, turned away, Pinkie wondered if she could fit through the air vent. However, a glance at the wall where the vent was revealed that, perhaps specially for her, the flimsy aluminium grating had been replaced with hard steel. So, no going through there. Pinkie’s breathing shallowed out, becoming gradually faster and faster. 

Her hoof itched to reach into her mane or tail, to pull out a rubber chicken, or something to help her get out of there, or at least cope with the pressing walls. She tried to distract herself by remembering the exact recipe she had used two days ago to create those delicious, delicious hot sauce cupcakes. This worked for a while, until she couldn’t remember what the ratio of milk to hot sauce she had used was. The unicorn was looming over Pinkie now, her horn lighting up, pulling something towards the two ponies, and Pinkie Pie couldn’t take it anymore.

Fast as lightning, Pinkie Pie’s hoof reached into her poofy mane, and withdrew a small, round object. With a cry of ‘Smoke bomb!’ she cast the ball toward the ground, causing a billowing cloud of dense, white-grey smoke to erupt throughout the room. As the other pony coughed, and tried to clear the smoke by waving her hoof, Pinkie dashed over to the window, and jumped through it, curling so that her mane went through the glass first. With a smash and a clatter of noise, Pinkie broke through, and graciously uncurled once clear, landing on all four hooves, and then took off at a dead run, yelling her apologies behind her.

Back in the dental surgery, Colgate finally managed to clear the smoke, and found her window broken and Pinkie Pie missing. She sighed, and began clearing up the fallen glass with the small brush she kept in the surgery, and told her secretary to send in the next patient, and to make yet another appointment with both the town’s glazier, and Pinkie Pie.