//------------------------------// // The Welcome Party: 5 // Story: My Little Changeling, and I // by Ponyess //------------------------------// I had gone down to the dining room as I woke up. The breakfast was great, then I had gone back up to my room. Just enjoying the book for a few hours. Apparently they were great at salads. I was always eager to go down to see what they had fixed for the meal. Only as I was about to leave for another few hours with the book, I noticed somepony walking in, looking around. I guess I should have realised, it was Pinkie Pie, the Pink Party Pony. She soon found me, just as I rose to my hooves about to walk out. To a point, her demeanour shocked me, she was looking a bit on the sober side for what I know what was about to hit me. “Hi, Silver!” she exclaimed, just as she was merely a few feet from me, before she threw herself on me in a warm and welcoming hug. “Hi, Pinkie Pie!” I responded in a more subdued and increasingly suffocated, as she muffled any further protest, before she quiet, yet determined pulled me out, just as I had been about to leave. I barely noticed how a few of the Ponies stared at me and then after us as she hastened out, bouncing on her way back into town. There is no escape, but at least at this point I had managed to get a bit more air in, as I followed her to where she had intended for me to go, where ever that may be. It isn't as if I had had the time to ask, just as I did not quite have the air to expend on asking at this point. Thankfully I was about to be the wiser, where she was pulling me. What I had failed to notice and realise, is just how large the room her party was to be held in really was. There lay scattered balloons along the floor, some lining the walls, while the majority covered the ceiling. Streamers and confetti had been scattered across the room. Several smaller tables lining the two inner walls with chairs for what looked as if it was to hold half of Ponyville at the very least. On another table in the table in the corner, there is a large cake. Before the tables, I could see numerous Ponies of which I had barely seen, let alone known the name of. Then I managed to spot the two grey Pegasi; Ditzy and Dinkie Doo, apparently smiling, mainly towards me, even if I guess the cake could be blamed as well. I could never see a single frown, everypony smiling, it is after all a Pinkie Pie Party. Who could be anything but happy and smile on such an occasion? She always had something fun and exciting for any and all on her parties. Even if I had yet to learn the depth of the expression. Since I am a fully grown mare, there could be no Piñata, it is after all my party. I had no idea as to just how complex party planning was in her world. Just as they said, there is no Party, like a Pinkie Pie Party, something I would learn soon enough. The mood was loud, noisy and merry in a way I just couldn't imagine, even when I was standing in the middle of it all. “Welcome to Ponyville!” Pinkie Pie then pronounced, just as we crossed the boundary from the village, into the Party she had worked so hard to make coming into the reality of every Pony of Ponyville. Before I had time to say anything, or even breath, I hear the noise of Ponies cheering. I found myself stunned and shocked. There was nothing I could do. Barely stammering, while trying to suck in air, as well as the mood I had been thrust into with such violent haste. “Thanks!” I finally managed to say in a muffled and small, stuttering voice. The short moment had already made me feel dizzy, all the love contained by the walls and balloons inside the room. As I almost collapsed where I stood, Pinkie Pie soon pulled me out of the thicket and led me towards the seat, as some other unseen Pony served me a slice of the cake. There was a fairly laud cheer and the pink mare squealed in joy from the latest party she had brought to fruition. Apparently, there was no stopping her. She had passed out funny colourful party hats to them before she pulled me in, just as I had noticed one just like it had found its way to my head. For a moment I just stood there, stunned and then managed to look around, searching for faces. For a moment I feared she had gathered every Pony of Ponyville, and then some who had the ill fortune to just be here in the neighbourhood over the day. Thankfully that wasn't the case. “Right this way!” Pinkie suggested as the cheering slowly died down enough to hear what Ponies actually said. “Sure. Any Muffins or Cake?” I then responded with a weak smile, as I followed her to where she was leading me. “There is cake!” a sorrel earth Pony I soon was to learn was Apple Jack. “A mountain or Muffins!” promised Dinkie, she was a few steps behind me. “Then there are apple treats!” Apple Bloom, Apple Jacks fillie sister filled in. “Aside from all the other pastries!” teased Rainbow Dash, the cyan Pegasus. “I hope you like the hats, I made them!” Rarity, the white Unicorn and owner of the Carousel Boutique enquired. “You did? Thanks. They look just as great as it feels to wear!” I responded with a smile. Then I noticed a white little fillie just a few steps behind her, her name is Sweetie Belle. I soon noticed curious family resemblances between the two, just like there are with Apple Jack and Apple Bloom. I had also managed to notice that they shared the same vocabulary and speech patterns. “Certainly. It is my job to make them, just as it is my element to share them with others, like my friends!” she put forth. “Oh!” was all I could say in response. “If you need a pet, or anything related, Flutter Shy is the Pony to ask!” Rarity continued, pointing out the shy yellow Pony in a corner of the room. “At least you knew where to find books, already!” Twilight Sparkle interjected with a grin. “Yes, I met you already. And your Dragon assistant. He sure is helpful!” I pointed out in response. This is when I felt a tap on my shoulder, as Pinkie Pie had gotten me to my seat. “Here you go, I'll serve you the cake as soon as you sit down!” she pointed out with a teasing grin on her face. “Thanks!” I responded as I sat down, where she indicated. This is when I felt a tap on my shoulder, as Pinkie Pie had gotten me to my seat. “Here you go, I'll serve you the cake as soon as you sit down!” she pointed out with a teasing grin on her face. “Thanks!” I responded as I sat down, where she indicated. “Is she ever not smiling?” I asked Ditzy, the grey Pegasus mare on my right. “I don't know. I have only seen her smiling. I like her, and her Muffins, ofhorse!” she responded, smiling. “There was a jolly giggles from Dinkie on her other side. “Here's the cake!” Pinkie Pie pointed out, just after slipping the slice down on my plate, before moving to the next pony on my right side. “Thanks again!” I told her, before she had the time to move out of earshot. “Looks delicious!” came Dinkie, as she saw my cake. “There is enough for you too!” said Ditzy. “I know!” giggled Dinkie in response. “Then there are the Muffins!” I filled in, in a teasing voice. “Yes, they are there too, thankfully. I'll live on this for the rest of the week, just as I know you will, Dinkie. Pinkie Pie puts in tons of work into this party for her!” I expressed, giggling in joy and glee over the fortune to meet her just in time to be on her party. “I think this is my first party!” Silver suggested. “This will only get better!” Dinkie explained, giggling in her own joy over being at this party. “Maybe I should have stumbled in on you earlier then?” she suggested. “I sure wouldn't mind, considering this party!” I told her. “She throws them at any Pony stumbling into town, aside from every Birthday or Anniversary, or what ever other excuse she dreams up!” Dinkie declared with some teasing giggles on her voice.