//------------------------------// // Pound Cake's Play-date (1-3) // Story: Humans // by Nightwatcher //------------------------------// The foal known as Pound Cake sat happy in his large crib, laughing as the big pink pony in front of the crib made funny faces. Aside from the big pink pony he was alone in the room, the other small pony that was normally here was gone and he did not know where she was. So he did the only thing he could. He cried; a lot. Pumpkin Cake was actually just out with their father, Mr. Cake, but such complex concepts were beyond him, not that he would admit it. So, in an attempt to silence the air raid siren that was his voice box Pinkie Pie had resorted to contorting her face into many, many, uncomfortable configurations. Thankfully it had the desired effect, unfortunately, the crying resumed once more as soon as she stopped. As such, the pair had been trapped in this cruel and vicious circle for two whole hours; leaving Pinkie’s face little more than jelly. The voice of Ms. Cake finally put an end to the promethean situation, “Pinkie! You've got a… guest.” At that the big pink pony left the room in a flash, leaving little more than a pony shaped cloud of dust. Pound tilted his head at the display, a small half laugh, half cough, escaping him. ‘Where did big pink pony go?’ He wondered. The foal reared up on the mightily walls of his crib, pushing with all his might in an attempt to escape; but all for naught. Suddenly, an idea came to the little pony: He could fly out! He looked over his shoulder at his small wings. Pound was confidant that he could fly to the sun and back with their might! So, with a resolute mind he started to beat his wings, faster and faster, until he promptly went nowhere. He let out a huff of annoyance at his incapability. ‘Just you wait stupid crib! One day you’ll be but dust under my might.’ He thought, just in time for the pink pony to come back to see his usual happy face. “Silly baby. I wonder what you’re thinking Pound Cake.” The pink pony said aloud, her words failing his understanding, but he was happy with the knowledge that she was surly singing his praises. “Look! I brought you a friend!” She twisted to allow a look at what was sitting on her back. It was a strange thing, it was around his size but that was where the similarities stopped. It was completely hairless, aside from a patch of black hair on its head. It had two arms and two legs and beady green eyes that shined with intelligence far beyond its apparent age. “Do you know what this is? It’s a baby human! I’m babysitting him for the next few hours! I bet you two would make great friends!” The big pink pony said placing the pair on the floor in front of each other. “I’m doing it as a favor of-” The next word was even more incomprehensible than normal to Pound Cake, but the other child giggled. “What?” The big pink pony asked, looking at the baby human. “Oh. I said his name wrong?” The baby just stared blankly at her, a small line of drool falling from its lips. “Sorry. I’ll do better next time. Well, you two get to know each other, I’ll go get some snacks!” With that the big pink pony left once more, closing the door behind her. The little human took a passing glance at the door, after a moment it broke contact with the door and stared at Pound Cake who was sitting a hoof’s length away. The human reached out and lightly touched his mane with a giggle. ‘You dare challenge me?’ Pound Cake thought incredulously. In response Pound Cake mirrored the gesture and poked at the human’s hair, a laugh coming from the human. Pound Cake poked his tongue out at the human. The human tilted his head, and then mirrored the act. Pound Cake roared exaggeratedly at the human, though it was little more then a loud yawn, mouth open wide. The human yawned as well, only its maw opened so wide that the big pink pony could have walked through it; its mouth filled with an existential nothingness that rumbled back at Pound Cake. ‘You win this round.’ Pound Cake grumbled the human laughing in victory. Pound Cake caught sight of a huge green blob in his peripheral vision. His head slowly turned to see something truly horrifying. The big pink pony’s pet had wandered into the room! Its huge and imposing scaled form standing menacingly across the room, its walled eyes watching both of them while its toothless jaw hung open and ready to gum them both to death. The pair looked at each other, an unspoken agreement passing between the two to put their differences aside to battle this beast. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Pinkie Pie opened the door to the playroom and came to an interesting sight. Gummy had wandered into the room somehow and Pound Cake and her newest charge were climbing on top of him while he simply sat there, both laughing hysterically. “Awww.” Pinkie cooed. “How cute. I don’t know what he was talking about, the little guy is just an angel. Besides, how much trouble can a baby be?” ‘Did it just get colder?’ Pinkie wondered with a shiver.