Setting Pinkie down the three of them looked at each other blissfully. “A new family,” said Pinkie, her smile so wide it threatened to leave her face. “I have a new family!” Her eyes twinkled with joy. She shook a little, unable to contain it. She jumped into the air, screaming with joy. “WOOOOHOOOO! I’m so happy! I haven’t felt this happy since I threw that party for my parents and my sisters.” She bounced up and down rapidly, a ball of energy once more.
Mr. and Mrs. Cake felt tears coming down their eyes again. Seeing how ecstatic she was at the prospect of living with them and being part of their family was so touching to the pair.
“Come on, Pinkie,” said Mr. Cake. “Why don’t I show you your new room?”
“Okay!” She zoomed up the stairs, nothing more than a blur. After another second she raced back down. “Well, come on, slowpokes.”
The two of them laughed. “Oh, Pinkie Pie,” said Cup Cake. “Do you EVER run out of energy?”
“Only when I’m not happy, and you gave me the best news EVER! I was just hoping to find some place to spend the night. I never imagined I’d get a whole other family.” She threw herself at the two of them, looking up as her eyes shined with a new film of tears.
Mrs. Cake felt a flutter in her heart. Pinkie Pie resonated an air of happiness that was just plain infectious. She understood now how the filly had influenced so many ponies to come in that they sold their whole stock in one day. “So… Pinkie Pie… um… if you’re a part of our family now I guess that kinda… makes you like… a daughter to us. It’s not like I’d expect you to call me mom or anything, but-”
“MOM!” Pinkie ran around the room, doing somersaults and flips. “I have another mom! I thought I was lucky to have ONE! Now I have two! BEST… DAY… EVER EVER EVER EVER!”
Mrs. Cake had difficulty swallowing through the lump in her throat. Just like that Pinkie had called her by such an intimate title. She was feeling overwhelmed again. Her and her husband had wanted to have children eventually when their money situation was better and they had started a successful business. That was taken care of, and this special little filly that had shown up was now their own. “C-come here, Pinkie Pie,” she said, her voice thick with emotion.
“Coming, Mom!” Racing over she jumped at Cup Cake, hugging her neck.
Cup Cake sniffed, holding Pinkie close. “You’re a very special girl. You made my day. Not just because of helping to keep our shop open, but because of who you are. I’m happy to still have Sugarcube Corner, but I’m even happier simply to have you. Any mother would be lucky to have a filly like you. And to think that I get the great privilege of having you in my family.”
Pinkie Pie nuzzled the mare. “Right back at you. You’re a great pony.”
Loosening her grip and wiping her face Cup Cake said, “Well, that’s enough of being a blubbering baby. I want to show you I have a fun side too.” She threw Pinkie Pie on her back. “Hold on tight!” When Pinkie grabbed onto her neck she began running upstairs, Pinkie giggling like mad at the bouncing.
When they got to the top floor she showed Pinkie her new bedroom. “It’s pretty simple. It’s got a bed, a dresser, and a table. Up those stairs is a door that leads to a balcony outside. It’s pretty late right now so you’ll have to make due for tonight, but I promise tomorrow we’ll start making it look homier for you.”
“Sounds great!” She hopped off Mrs. Cake, jumping on the bed. “I’m having fun already! Throw a few balloons and streamers around, and I’ll feel right at home. Tomorrow I’ll send a letter to my family back at the rock farm and let them know I’m okay, and then I can fully enjoy my new home.”
She stopped her jumping as her stomach began rumbling. She gave Mrs. Cake an awkward smile and said, “So… is that dinner offer still available?”
“Of course it is, silly. I’ll go make something right now.” Pinkie followed after the mare as she went downstairs. “You don’t have to come, Pinkie. I’ll let you know when it’s ready.”
“Oh, I’m sure you will, but I don’t want to miss even ONE magic moment with my brand new parents. Gotta really cement that bond.”
The mare felt such joy in her heart. Pinkie was truly a wonder. Feeling like a younger pony she said, “I’ll race you down the stairs.” She started running, but Pinkie only kept pace with her, not trying to win at all.
They reached the bottom at the same time. Pinkie said. “It’s a tie. Oh, well.” She wasn’t that interested in racing. She didn’t want to worry about hurting Cup Cake’s feelings if she lost. Turning to Carrot Cake she said, “It’s supper time… almost.” Her stomach rumbled again.
“Okay, Pinkie,” he responded. “Come on to the kitchen. Let’s go bake some things.”
Even though they had sold out their stock of merchandise with Pinkie’s assistance they still had their own personal supplies, and together the three of them cooked a pizza,
Pinkie ate half of the pie by herself. After she was done eating she finally showed some fatigue, letting out a little yawn.
“Getting tired?” asked Cup Cake with fake shock. “YOU?”
Pinkie Pie giggled. She was starting to feel a little sleepy, but she didn’t want to go to bed just yet. She wanted to play some more with her new family so she’d have lots of good memories to coast to sleep on. “I’m nice and full. Can we do something together before bed?”
Mrs. Cake turned to her husband and whispered in his ear. He got a naughty grin and let out a mischievious giggle. “Oh, no!” said Carrot Cake. “I… feel… something… coming over me. Can’t… hold it back.” He lifted his hoof, looking at it with horror. “Must… tickle.”
“Me… too,” said Cup Cake. “Tickle zombies unite. We must make this filly one of our own.”
As they approached Pinkie Pie let out a squeal, running away. The two of them began chasing after her. “Don’t let her get away!”
Pinkie ran under the table, laughing away as she headed under it to the other side and into the next room. When the two got there she ran around, heading to the sales floor. Around and around they chased her, but she kept one step ahead of them with her youthful energy. “Can’t get me! Can’t get me!” she said in a sing-song voice.
She went around the counter, hearing Mrs. Cake say, “I’m gonna catch you!”
“No way, tickle zombie!” She laughed as she saw Cup Cake behind her. She looked forward and let out a shriek as she saw Carrot Cake on the other side. She tried to skid to a stop but her momentum was too strong. She tried jumping to the side but was too slow.
He grabbed her, setting her down on the floor on her back. He grabbed her hoof. “We’ve got her. Now she shall be one of us. Commence the tickling.”
Mrs. Cake put her hoof on the one Mr. Cake was holding, slowly running a hoof up Pinkie’s leg, making Pinkie shiver and giggle. “Oh, this won’t do at all. Small laughs like that won’t turn her into a tickle zombie. Let’s work together!” she said with a playful laugh.
“Oh, I agree, honeybun.” He let out the same kind of laugh.
The two of them were holding their hooves right above her, devious smiles on their faces. “Will you just give up quietly?”
“NO!” Pinkie said defiantly, but her face didn’t match her tone. She couldn’t suppress her smile.
“Very well, then. Let the tickle torture commence!”
“EEHEEHEHEEE!” Pinkie erupted into hysterical laughter as they began tickling her sensitive belly all over.
After just a few seconds they stopped and Carrot Cake asked, “Do you surrender?”
“NEVER!”
“You little stinker.”
The two of them continued their onslaught, Pinkie’s laughs increasing in intensity. No matter how deep her laughter became or how difficult it was getting to breathe she refused to tell them to stop.
When they stopped again Carrot Cake said, “I don’t get it. She should be a tickle zombie by now.”
“Don’t worry,” responded Cup Cake. “I’ve got an ace in the hole.
“Hey, Pinkie!”
“Ye…ye…yeah?” she responded, panting away as she gulped in large breaths of oxygen, looking on top of the world.
“Do you know what my favorite fruit is?”
Pinkie shook her head, still getting her breathing under control.
“Raspberries!”
“I like raspberries too, but what does that have to do with-EEEEKKKK!” Pinkie’s squealing raised an octave as Mrs. Cake put her mouth on Pinkie’s belly and blew, making little fart sounds. Pinkie kicked and squealed and squirmed, loving the sensation. Finally, she said it. “I-HEEHEE… I give up. HEEHEE! I… gi-give up.”
“SUCCESS!” Mr. and Mrs. Cake said. “Our brand new tickle zombie is now a part of our family.”
Pinkie got up, still letting off little laughs and wheezy breaths. When her breathing was more under control she said, “No. I’m not a tickle zombie. I’m a KISSING ZOMBIE! The only thing that can turn tickle zombies back to normal.”
She threw herself at Mr. Cake, kissing his face all over, wanting to show her new parents how much she cared about them.
Carrot Cake fell to the floor, saying in an overdramatic voice, “Noooo! She’s too much. I can’t stay a zombie anymore.” Then he pretended to pass out.
“No! Honey!” said Cup Cake. “My husband!”
“Your turn!” said Pinkie, hopping over to Mrs. Cake and giving her the same treatment.
“Nooo! I’m done for.” Just like her husband Cup Cake fell to the floor, landing on top of him.
“Mom! Dad! Are you alright now?”
“Whoa!” said Carrot Cake. “I feel so much better now.”
“Me too!” said Cup Cake. “I don’t think we’re completely cured though. We might just become tickle zombies every night, so we’re going to need our kissing zombie to help us get back to normal.”
Pinkie shook in anticipation. She liked that idea.
She raised a hoof to tickle them in return, but then stopped as she let out a giant yawn. All the excitement and exercise had finally worn her out.
“Oh, my. Honey, I think our little zombie needs to go to her grave to sleep.”
Pinkie shook her head. “Nooo! I don’t want to go to bed yet.”
Mrs. Cake dropped the act, saying in a kindly firm voice, “If you’re going to call me mom you’re going to have to listen to my rules. You’re tired, it’s late, and I say it's bedtime.”
For a second Pinkie looked like she was about to argue, but then she nodded, her smile back upon her face. “Okay.” She yawned again. “Will you at least read me a bedtime story?”
Cup Cake turned to her husband. He shrugged. “Well… I don’t have any. We don’t have any children, so we wouldn’t need any kiddy books.”
“Oh…” Pinkie said disappointedly with a frown and a sigh. “Okay. Goodnight, then.” With a slow pace she headed towards the stairs.
Cup Cake felt on the verge of tears. She wondered if it was a motherly feeling she was having, or if it was just about Pinkie Pie herself, but every time she saw Pinkie start getting sad it felt like the whole world became sad with her. Conversely, Pinkie’s joy was like the sun: it spread to everything she touched.
“Pinkie, wait!” She trotted over to the downcast filly. Pinkie looked up at her, and once more Mrs. Cake had that sensation, of wanting to do whatever she could to turn that frown upside-down. “Come with me.” The two of them headed upstairs, and Pinkie followed behind Cup Cake as they went to the mare’s bedroom.
Mrs. Cake began rummaging in the closet, throwing things behind her as she talked to herself. “Now where is it? I know it’s here somewhere. No… not this… not this either.”
Pinkie was curious, but she didn’t have the energy to bother asking.
After a short time Carrot Cake came in too. “What are you looking for?” he asked as he noticed the mess.
“Honey, do you know what I did with that box of my old filly stuff? I could have sworn it was in here.”
“Oh, that. I put it in the basement. I’ll go get it right now.” He left.
Mrs. Cake saw Pinkie Pie standing there with half-lidded eyes. Walking over to the filly she said, “I’m sorry, Pinkie. I know you’re ready to conk out. Just be patient for a little longer.”
Pinkie gave a slight nod, but that was her only response.
A short while later Carrot Cake came back with a cardboard box tucked under one of his legs. “This is what you’re talking about, right?”
“Yes!” Cup Cake said happily. Opening the box she moved some things around and then let out a satisfied exclamation. “Here it is! Come on, Pinkie Pie.”
It took her a few seconds to respond. She shook off her sleepiness. “What?”
“I have a book to read to you.”
That perked her up immediately. “Really? Yay!” She ran over to Mrs. Cake and hugged her. “Best mom ever!”
Cup Cake wiped away some tender tears. “Best DAUGHTER ever! And I mean that from the bottom of my heart.”
Though Pinkie’s eyes were drooping her mouth was rising up as high as it would go. “I love you!” she said as she snuggled against the mare.
“And I love you, too!”
With a little more pep the three of them headed upstairs to Pinkie’s new bedroom.
Cup Cake moved a rocking chair next to the bed, sitting down with Pinkie on her lap. Carrot Cake sat on the edge of the bed by them.
“This is a book my mom used to read to me when I was a filly. It was my favorite. That’s why I took it with me when I moved out. I had almost forgotten about this. It’s a collection of short stories. It’s a little better than one big story because you can read it in small doses. She said it was so I couldn’t use that as an excuse for staying up way past my bed time. I used to do that all the time.” She let out a giggle at the memory, saying in a kiddy voice, “One more page, mom. One more page. Oh, I can’t go to bed yet. The story’s almost over.”
Pinkie Pie and Carrot Cake giggled too. “That’s funny!” Pinkie said.
“I’m gonna read you my favorite story from here. It’s pretty short, but it's where I got my dream from. It’s called “The Land of Candy and Cupcakes.””
“Mmmmmm!” Pinkie replied, licking her lips and rubbing her tummy. “I like it already.”
Cup Cake cleared her throat, and flipped the pages until she got to the start of the story. The cover image was reminiscent of the design of their store. There were houses made out of gingerbread, cakes, and candy.
Carrot Cake listened along with amusement, remembering the kind of stories he used to enjoy too.
The story was simple. It was about two unicorn ponies, a filly and a colt, who were tired of living in their boring home town. One day they found out about a spell that could transport you to a magical world where everything is edible. They had to practice really hard, but eventually they succeeded. The townsfolk were gingerbread men, and they welcomed the two into their town. Giving them all the supplies they needed the two children built their own edible house. They were told not to worry about eating too much, as they could always rebuild it again with new food items.
Just when they thought everything was alright and they had started their new lives the evil Dr. Dentist came to the town, determined to destroy it. Using his unicorn magic he began turning everything healthy. Candy corn became regular corn. Gingerbread houses became apple, orange, and pear houses. The gingerbread townsfolk were no match, and one by one they were also transformed into a healthy food.
Pinkie Pie let out a sleepy groan, nuzzling Mrs. Cakes chest. Her eyes were only open a crack, and she was fighting sleep as hard as she could. She wanted to hear the end of the tale. This was a fascinating story to her. Each page had a picture up top showing what was happening in the story.
The two children, though scared, once more combined their power to defeat him with the sacred treasures of the land: the rainbow candy cane, and the golden cupcake. Once they beat him the two of them turned everyone and everything back to normal.
Mrs. Cake finished up with, “The two children had emerged victorious. Their new home was safe. The gingerbread men erected a statue of their saviors, and the tired heroes returned back to their home to rest. They both fell asleep, chewing on their cotton candy pillows, and they lived happily ever after. The end.”
“That was a nice story,” Pinkie said in a croaky voice, her fatigue obvious.
“Thank you, Pinkie. I gave you what you wanted, now it’s time to get in your bed.”
Pinkie just let out another groan, once more nuzzling the mare. “Nooooo. I wanna stay with you.”
Cup Cake was halfway to lifting the filly up herself, but she stopped. She hadn’t really noticed it before, focused as she was on reading, but she actually really enjoyed the warmth of the filly on her lap. Giving a mental shrug she simply placed her hooves around Pinkie and began rocking back and forth. Feeling a little self-conscious she began singing one of the old lullabies her mother used to sing for her. Looking down she saw Pinkie was smiling again, though her eyes were completely shut, and that was enough to make her continue.
When she was done with her song she heard the sound of snoring.
Carrot Cup looked overjoyed. “She’s cute when she’s awake, but she looks like such an angel when she’s asleep.”
“I agree,” Cup Cake said. “If this is what being a parent feel like I’ll take it.” She kept rocking back and forth, holding the filly close. “Some time in the future, once we see how this works out… I’d like to have our own little foal running about.”
“Yeah.”
For the next half hour Mrs. Cake just rocked with Pinkie, unwilling to be parted from her new daughter. Finally, though, she started to get tired herself. Reluctantly she stopped her rocking. Getting up she put Pinkie Pie in the bed, lifting up the blankets to cover most of her body.
Leaning over, she planted a kiss on Pinkie’s cheek. “Good night, Pinkie Pie, my wonderful new daughter.”
5045800 So the new chapter is out. Unfortunately the lady I usually commission is having problems with her wrist and can't draw that well right now, so she doesn't know when it's going to be done, so I decided to just post it now. Hope you love it.
Here. You might need these, I don't think your single heart will be able to stand this much cuteness.
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Should I worry that when I first saw this, I thought it was a monkey's paw story about Pinkie being doomed to be baked and eaten?
This is so adorable!
Any chance of a chapter where the Pies come and meet the Cakes? Just to see what they're like so they can feel safe with Pinkie staying with them?
Or maybe it'll just be Maud who comes to visit, and we see the start of the exchanging rock candy necklaces tradition?
5096592 At first I was like and then I looked at the title and I was like, "Oh!"
5096589 Thank you! Glad you enjoyed it.
5096595 I have no more plans to make any more chapters at this time. I feel that it's perfect as it is. This was initially a one shot that I submitted four months ago, but I recently got inspired to do just a little more to show her bonding with the Cakes and just to let her be adorable. This is just supposed to be cute, not plot heavy., and I think it ended on the best note. Some time in the future I might get another idea, but for the moment it's done.
And going by Applejack's and Cheese Sandwiches backstories it's not usual for fillies/colts to just wonder off to other towns on their own to try to find something new, so I don't see the Pie's as being overly worried for their daughter's safety.
Awwwww. So super sugary sweet!
What a wonderful little story.
5096408 I just finished reading this crazily adorable chapter and now I think I might need more hearts
Thanks for this chapter, I just love it when Pinkie Pie and The Cakes are together, makes me sad that they aren't Pinkie's birth parents
5096679 this is good the way it is, but, feel free to say no, I just now thought of something, all of them having a family play date around Ponyville
Wow what a rather nice sweet and cute little story you have written. Have a favourite, a follow and a like for simply creating this. Wow, I can't wait to see what you come up with next.
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Agreed, must...have....more.....HEARTS!!!!!
There *pant That should be enough.
It was really awesome and (if i may) let me just say, you made it 20% cooler with that chapter
Awww...
5096834 Glad you loved it. Man, in just five hours I came back to 51 notifications! That's the most I've ever had. This story, despite intially being a one-shot, over the past four months has become almost my most popular story. Now with this new chapter I can tell it's going to shoot up to take that spot real quick,
As I said below I'm satisfied with how it ended. I might do a spin-off with more filly Pinkie in the future, but for now I'm content. Pinkie's got everything she needed to live an amazing life.
Awwwww
love all around. then again, who can't love filly pinkie?!
OH MY GOD! This was just so adorable! You have made my night, I can totally go to sleep now with this story fresh in my mind.
loved it!
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Thanks, all of you. Glad you enjoyed it. I like to respond to all my commenters, but I don't want to start spamming my own comment section with individual replies. I hope you enjoy more of my stories if you read them.
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Yeah, I've got the impression Equestria is rather pokemonish in that way; youngsters wandering off to find themselves or learning things is not uncommon, and communications are far from the ubiquotous cellphone level of today, so no contact with your daughter or son in a while is nothig strange or worrying.
5099674 give it a few years, they will have pony-gear, able to make phone calls to any number, but only if it's registered!
5099358 Got it!
The emotions were too forced and the story was very rushed, honestly. It's a nice lil' concept, but it requires much more than 6k words (actually 3k, since everything basically happens/gets settled on the 1st chapter and this is just a follow-up). This is rather just saccharine for the sake of being more cute than an actual thing. Nonetheless, good job for writing it, I hope you keep improving with your next works.
5102074 Well, your opinion is in the minority there, but you are entitled to it..
I did aim for cute, but I don't think it's rushed. It just isn't meant to be a complicated story. If it was anyone other than Pinkie I might agree with you it feels forced, but Pinkie is raw sugar in energy and acceptance of things, Faust said the Cakes love Pinkie like a daughter. This is just my take on it.
What part to you feels forced emotionally? Because I personally don't see it. Or why Pinkie going to live with the Cakes has to be elaborate and long.
You're the only person so far that has had any complaints about this story, so I'd like more details on your opinion. Regardless, thanks for reading and for giving your feedback in a non-jerky way.
Break it up into muffin sized pieces and sprinkle on some chocolate chips. Cute , Can be smoothed out ,
5096804 Go back and look near the end of the chapter. My first commission is complete!
5104403 You have no idea what you're doing to my heart man, so much cuteness with this family
5102844 Basically, Pinkie's quick acceptance of it all. It happens just so... sudden. Yes, Faust stated that the Cakes love Pinks as a daughter, but I think this story could be better if it had more time to develop both the Cake's and Pinkie's feelings. In case it wasn't clear, I didn't think this story was bad. I just didn't think it was good. I refrain from thumbing up or down for that exact reason. I'm rather picky reader (I'm not saying my tastes are better than others', mind), so I couldn't really feel empathy for this Pinkie as there was no room for the character to develop, allowing me no time to develop a good pathos towards her. This isn't me asking you to write "The Epic of Diane: How One Smile Became Three", but if you were to rewrite this and add a bit more to it... These are what I opine that'd make this better:
1) More time in-story time (make the story follow Pinkie for a wider span of in-story time, not a single afternoon).
2) More emotional content. Basically, we get that Pinkie is happy, but it's rather thrown into our faces. While this is cute as fuck, it's not very good for a character. Especially one as complex as Pinkie (she is, after all, the 2nd most complex character in this entire show). Cakes' having time to grow fonder of Pinkie would also help.
3) More facets of Pinkie/Cakes emotions to explore (this one is not really needed given that the story is pretty straightforward... but it'd be nice).
Nonetheless, you writing it means that you enjoyed it. And you're doing it for fun, given that this is fanfiction, so that's actually your primary goal (having fun). But if you want to improve more, maybe give these things I said some thought (I'm not ordering you to agree with me).
I'll end this comment with one last thing:
Remember, dear author, having an opinion that is not the norm doesn't automatically mean I'm wrong. Or right. It just means that you got another point of view to explore your own work from. Cherish different opinions; they are much more important than "first ", "moar " or "sooo cuuute ". Also, when I mean different opinions, I mean educated ones. Someone commenging "go fuck yourself and die in a fire" tells you just as little as the comments quoted above.
5107193 See, this is why I asked you for more info. I've had troll-baiting comments on some stories that were like, "Oh, so many spelling and grammatical errors, the chapters were too short, etc" I'm not dismissing your opinion simply because you're the only one, thus far, that has commented that they felt this way. Maybe others have but simply didn't comment on it.
Like I said earlier, I can respect your opinion because you gave your thoughts in a respectful way. Constructive criticism is helpful, and differing opinions can be helpful to show you new perspectives from readers. Right now I'm doing a story about Discord and Sweetie Belle, and I've shifted things around a lot from my original plans because of reader feedback. Discord is a hard character to write well.
I agree that episodes like Party of One, Wonderbolts Academy, and the start of Three's a Crowd show that Pinkie is very insecure and has self-esteem issues regarding fear of losing her friends.As to this story Pinkie is still very young. It's only a short while after her first party. So she'd naturally be trustful and innocent.
From her point of view she got to spend a few hours with the Cakes, bonding with them with the sole goal of helping to save their store to bring them joy. Following the store closing and seeing the sun had set she had nowhere to sleep and let's just say the trains had stopped running at that time, or she had given all her bits to the stallion at the beginning. So she was willing to sleep on a park bench. But the Cakes wouldn't have that. They insisted she spend the night there. I did incorporate her self-esteem issues right there, where she feels even after everything she did she thinks she'd just be a burden if she spent the night.
The Cakes wanted to show Pinkie just how wrong that was, and how much they appreciated what she did by offering her a place to stay as long a she resided in Ponyville. Living in a sweet shop would accomplish all of Pinkie's goals. Living in a shop with tons of cakes and snacks, a place to make ponies smile, and a place to throw and plan parties. Still, she was hesitant. So the Cakes showed her how much they loved her for going out of her way to save their dreams and livelihood by calling her family.
This obliterated Pinkie's doubts and fears and brought her immense joy. I don't see Pinkie's quick acceptance as all that strange given her love of making friends. A friend is close, but family is super-close. So that made their relationship super-intimate. Having more friends is good, but having more family is amazing. (Look at how excited she was to think she went be related to the Apples in Pinkie Apple Pie when they were already friends before)
Those are just my thoughts on the creation chapter. As I said in my last reply, It's Pinkie Pie. Her quick acceptance doesn't seem strange at all for her. The follow up chapter is just her really cementing the bond with her new family. So we can agree to disagree. Thanks for reading all the same. If you happen to look at any of my other stories they don't have such speedy resolutions.
4395076 Hey! This story got a new chapter!
Who the hell would downvote this!?
5109022 Someone jealous they're not family with Pinkie Pie.
Thanks for reading.
Noticed a few spelling and grammar errors. Should I drop you a PM?
Great story! Pinkie Pie is so adorable!
5109605 Sure. Always happy for the help.
5109816 Thank you! Glad you liked it.
What's the dresser for?
5156820 Pinkie Pride shows she has a dresser she puts the party cannon away in, and One Bad Apple shows that Apple Bloom has one too with clothes, and then it shows up again full of hair ribbons in Somepony to Watch Over Me
5157009 you got me.
5160186 Eh, I don't think there needs to be anymore. But you're the author, do what you think is best.
5166711 Damn. Gotta call my lawyer again before the family comes after me.
Thanks for reading.
5165334 Thank you for the compliments. I hope you enjoy more of my works if you read them. Glad I could spark some memories of the past.
This has inspired me to one day write a story about Pinkie called welcome to the family ^.^
This is the best example of love in the cake house hold I have ever witnessed! (aside from the baby cakes episode that is) I normally don't find many short story's that get to me, unless it's a horror fic. you on the other hand-hoof, have made me love this fic!
That's it, I'm sold! This is on my vary favorite list! Time to test another of your work's. reading mustache, installed!!!
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Thank you very much. This is my most loved work by far. So far only one person has had any complaints about it. He felt it was more cute for the sake of being cute and didn't feel real enough, but he had to agree it was adorable too.
This fic was inspired by reading that the Cakes love Pinkie like a daughter, so I created my interpretation of why they love her so much.
5175817 and you did it justice. You have my approval.(this is me showing respect)
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HOORAY! The picture is done! Goodnight,Pinkie. Sleep peacefully. *Author is not liable for heart attacks, diabetes, or muffins as a result of the sweetness.*
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5179926 how adorable!!!...oops! (Shoosh) she is sleeping.