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// How To Care for a Ponk - Food and Activities 
// Story: I Think I Summoned a Ponk. 
// by TheMajorTechie 
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	I've been watching Pinkie eat for like an hour now, and all this time, I've just been wondering, "HOW THE F*** DOES SHE CONSUME SO MUCH SUGAR?!"

But I guess that the ability to eat rocks comes with being able to stomach pretty much anything else, too. With that, I still wonder how she's not horridly obese.

Aaaaaannnnnd she's finished my last bag of sugar. Darnit, those were for my mom. I wonder how she'll react to Pinkie?

After Pinkie had finished her brutal assault on my pantry, she simply bounced over to me like as if she hadn't gained any weight at all. Seriously, how does she do that???

"So, do ya wanna have some fffffuunnnnn?"

If there's anything I know about random girls showing up at your home covered in nothing but fur, I'd have to say that I'm afraid for what's to come. Naturally, I nervously asked, "W-what sort of fun?"

"Well... I kinda want to... y'know, go to your room to fff---"

Pleasedon'tsayitpleasedon'tsayitpleasedon'tsayit...

"---ind something fun to do!"

Oh. Good. Wait...

"Pinkie, what do you mean by that?"

Pinkie trotted to my room, me following in pursuit. The moment she burst into my room, she shot a hoof at my laptop.

"THE INTERNET!!!"

So, apparently, there's also internet where she came from. I'm fine with that.

"Yeah, back in Equestria, there was this portal thingy Princess Twilight would use to travel to another universe that also had humans in it."

Once again, my mind's blown. So far, Pinkie's showed me, or told me, that she's a, talking freakin' pony, a party girl who has the ability to store anything in her hair, and  rock eater. And now, she's pretty much just told me that there's a Princess from her world who seems to be a portal master. She also breaks physics.

"Well," she continued, "not so much portal master as super-geek and Princess of Friendship."

Aaaannnnd now this "Princess Twilight" lady she's talking about now seems like something out of a sci-fi show made for little girls. What a world to live in.

"Y'know, if you'd like, I could probably take you to Equestria instead of telling you about it."

I shook my head. "Nope, not gonna go to your crazy pony world."

Pinkie's ears drooped. Apparently, ponies have a similar emotional mindset to dogs. Who knew?

"No." I said as I stared down the pony, "Your puppy eyes have no power against me."

I watched as she slumped down onto the floor. By now, a bystander would probably have asked why I had a big pink stain on my floor. 'Cause that's exactly what it looks like right now.

"Get up."

Pinkie immediately sprung back up from the floor, so quickly, in fact, that now I'm wondering if she even has bones.

"Eh, I do. Ponies are just very flexible."

Oh yeah... I forgot she can read minds...

I felt Pinkie's breath on my shoulder as she leaned in close to me.

"What was that you just thought?"

"Nothing!" I said, putting on my best pseudo-poker face.

The mare kept an eye towards me as she tapped out a string of letters on the screen.

WAIT A SEC... She's got hooves. HOW THE FRICK DOES SHE EVEN TYPE?!

Pinkie spun the chair to face me. She proceeded to stick one hoof in her mouth, and from the looks of it, blow real hard on it.

To my utter horror/surprise, her free hoof suddenly sprouted cartoonishly stubby fingers. So yeah. I'm now living with a crazy freak of physics and nature that can create entirely new body parts just by blowing hard.

"I heard that."

And this mind reading is getting annoying.

Pinkie had already gotten back to searching for whatever it was she was searching for. When I looked on the screen to see what it was she was typing, it became blatantly obvious why she had done it.

Obviously, a trampoline room filled with inflatable slides just makes sense for something filled with so much energy. So with food and activities taken care of, I'm pretty sure that Pinkie here'll be occupied for a while.

I'll just have to hope that she'll eventually run out of energy though. I don't think I can stand having a hyperactive pony live with me for more than a few days.

"I heard that... again."

Ugh.