//------------------------------// // A Party for Two: 2 // Story: Canned Companions // by Ponyess //------------------------------// ”Pinkie Pie, is it okey if I just call you Pinkie?” I enquired. “Oh, I forgot to tell you to? Well, please do, by all means!” she responded. “Aw, thanks. This makes it much easier!” I responded in a happier tone. “Yes, Diana. That is why I usually do tell my friends to use my first name only. Speaking of which, maybe we could have a small party, just for the two of us?” she pondered. “A Party? Yes, Pinkie. That sounds like fun. I guess we could celebrate the two of us as friends, then?” I enquired. “Then it is settled. I still do have a batch of Muffins and Cup-Cakes. Anything else you would like to eat? I also have a few bottles of the fizzy Cider, if that is all right by you?!” she concluded. “Muffins and Cup-Cakes sounds delicious, but I would need a few other things. If you could get some of that special gelatinous clear Cake-Frosting and the rubbery Compannion feed, I would be very grateful!” I pointed out. “I think we may have some of the Cake Frosting around, I will simply have to buy a supply of the other item you mentioned. Hope the Cider will still go well for you!” she responded with a curious, concerned look on her face as she giggled at the required items I had just asked her to bring for me. “At least, I know you will never forget these, Pinkie and the Cider should be all right with me too!” I responded. “Exactly, that is one of the things I never could do. Maybe I should just get you a package of the Cake Frosting for you to enjoy before we continue?” she suggested. “Thanks, Pinkie, that would be great. I think I am hungry enough to enjoy a package of that Cake Frosting, right about now!” I responded. “Then I will get you that Frosting right away!” she merely stated as she stormed out, leaving the balloons in her ceiling in disarray, before she even got to the door, while a few more pink balloons peaked out from under her bed. I saw her open and close the door as she bounced out of the room, then she was merely gone, out of sight. What was I to do? I have no idea. God thing she was fast, but I knew that, already. In the end, I just laughed at the situation and the scene. What else was there to do? Just the idea of a balloon curiously peaking out from under her bed to see better is laughable, after all. Even if it is what I saw. What would any others have seen, had they been here with me? I had no idea, and little to no care at the time. I know only Pinkie Pie, or Pinkamena Diana Pie, to be exact since that is her full name, even if she prefers to be called and referred to as Pinkie. For a moment I merely pondered the situation and the curious balloon, then I got distracted by the glare and reflections from the balloons overhead. A veritable sea of blue and yellow balloons, shimmering in the light of the sun Celestia had risen for our benefit. Just as I look up in bewildered wonder reflected all over my face, I suddenly realised it was quiet. I could no longer hear the sounds from her bouncing down the stairs. I knew it would happen, yet it had escaped my mind for the briefest of moments. The moment had to pass and then the still quietness hit me. She had reached the foot of the stairs and bounced out into the kitchen, rummaging around after that one prised Cake frosting I needed to have. Funny as it may seem, I am happy, just by seeing all the festive balloons in her ceiling. Maybe it is a matter of associative conditioning. Balloons are after all associated with parties and paries are fun. I love fun, thus it is a very small a leap to be happy by seeing these balloons. If it is a problem or not, but I had precious little time to admire the view, the balloons shimmering down on me, as if protecting me from something. In the end, I guess I had hopped up on the desk, then laid on the wooden desk top, just staring up at the balloons in wonder. While lying there, it hit me, I do have the mark on my flanks, just ash she has here. What if? Would I pull one off of my flank, just as she did? After about a minute, the short moment of isolation and sense of loneliness evaporated in a sound of bouncing hooves. She was bouncing up the flight of stairs. The next moment I could clearly see her opening the door and closing it behind herself, the package of Cake Frosting in hand, just as she had promised. I did not need to fear her breaking said promise, I knew that much of her, basically because I am her in a sense. Not so much bodily, but I have her memories and personality, it is merely a part of the effect from how I came to be me in the first place. I was duplicating her form as she touched me, thus I am her. “Okeley, dokeley. I hope it tastes just right, Diana!” she exclaimed as she placed the large cube of jiggly clear mass on the desk. I sat up, just looking around, before I lie eyes on the mass of jiggling joy. Then I rose to my hooves and moved slowly towards the promised treat. A Goo Pony like me knows what her diet requires, even if I may be in the Anthropomorphic form, right now. I need to be in a mobile form in order to consume it in just the right way, just as I need this in order to enjoy life. “Thanks, Pinkie. My first meal. I am sure it will taste great!” I responded with a smile as I moved up to the treat. “You’re quite welcome. Then I will make a point out of enjoying it with you, even if you are eating the entire portion all by yourself. You know how important it is to me, to see all my friends smiling and being happy in general!” she pointed out. “A meal is best enjoyed in the company of friends or family, that is you, in my case!” I pointed out. “When you are lonely, nothing tastes as good as it did, when you had your friends or family around. I’m only too happy to be here for you, as both family and friend!” she continued. “For some reason, I think we know that only too well. It leaves a bad after-taste in the mouth, just thinking of it. I need to think up something else to occupy my mind for a while, before I can even think of eating!” I put forth. “Don’t say you glimpsed that one party I threw for Gummy, a few years back? Speaking of eating, I think you need to do just that!” she responded with a more silly grin than she realised at the time. “Yeah, I do. I guess that is the thought I was looking for!” I exclaimed as my face lit up, from the image she had projected to me. --- --- ---