Looking Back At Memories
As it turns out, between encouragement from several readers and the fact that my brain never shuts up or shuts down on anything I have put imagination into, this story has found a way to continue. I suppose this is cause for 
This is not going to be any kind of frequent thing, however. With the except of the first day Peter spent in Equestria, I have no real plans for anything else. Each chapter I might add will be independent and at random, though I will place them chronologically if they aren't in order. As this isn't a main effort, don't expect any miracles. When an idea strikes me, I'll toss it in. If I never got another idea after the first day, I wouldn't be bothered either. Yes, there's a whole world of potential, but it was never intended to be continued in the first place. I just got an itch and decided to leave the door open for other stuff, should I feel the need.
With that said, I'll keep the same vein of sweet and cute, with a fair helping of silly.
Thanks for reading. 
Pinkie giggled and pushed Peter back down into the chair, pressing a hoof to his chest, “If you wanna do super special bedroom party 37 tonight, you have to give me at least one page! Anything you think of! It’ll be good for you and everypony will wanna read it someday! Now go write! Mama wants her nookie cookie!”
Peter made a playful grumble, eyeing his ever excitable wife of over twenty years as she strolled off to the kitchen to do some baking for tomorrow’s party, now that they’d finished dinner. She’d been pestering him for months about this. Now that she’d even dragged their five closest friends into things, he was losing the battle and realizing he wasn’t going to get out of it.
He’d been a little lost this past year, ever since their youngest daughter, Sunshine Sprinkles Pie, had moved off to Baltimare for college. His last remaining little girl had been a huge part of his day and now that she was grown up and starting her life beyond her parents, he hadn’t quite figured out what to do with his time since.
And they still couldn’t figure out how she’d come out a unicorn.
Or why the other three had been two earth ponies and a pegasus.
He loved his four daughters like crazy, but not even Twilight, or even the Princesses for that matter, had been able to figure out in the slightest how it had happened. Like usual, they all just blamed it on Pinkie in the end. Even Pinkie blamed it on herself, though he wasn’t never quite sure how much she really knew and just didn’t say because it was more fun that way. And she had snuck in well-timed reveals of a few things now and then over their years together, although it had been for different subjects than the curious nature of their foals.
At least, though they were full ponies, his daughters all had some of his personality, features or colors each time.
Pinkie had let him deal with Sunshine’s departure for a time, then started hinting he should do something new. As days went by and grew to months, she’d been more and more insistent he take on the task she suggested. Now that their closest friends were involved, he was reluctant to say it out loud, but Pinkie had just given him a smug smile the instant he’d caved, even though he hadn’t said a word. She teased him as he made only token resistance after that and now here he was, about to start a long project.
A memoir.
Peter had to admit, it would be fun to look back over the strangeness of his life since he was dragged to Equestria that day, many years ago now. The things he’d experienced were hard to believe most of the time, and he’d actually lived them!
Being around Pinkie was also never boring. Whether spontaneous outbursts and gleeful antics, or the dreaded twitchy tail events, or being her partner in party planning and other surprises, there was always something going on.
Peter had to smile to himself, remembering how much Pinkie had done to help him through making the adjustment after first losing his home on Earth. And helping him find a way to accept the situation when he learned he he was trapped in Equestria for life. He’d never have gone through that so well without her help every step and always finding a way to make him let out a genuine laugh. It had been a life full of joy ever since.
Though there had been some moments now and then, now frowning to himself at different memories. With her being the Element of Laughter and a protector of Equestria, he’d watched her head off to parts unknown and far away at times. Most of the time, she came back safe and sound. Sometimes, not so much. After she’d been hospitalized for over a week after one particularly hard adventure, he’d almost been unable to let her out of his sight for weeks. He was going was out of his mind the next time she’d had to leave, only to tackle her at the train station when she came back safe once more.
It didn’t matter that those times were rare. She was everything to him.
Shaking himself out of that kind of thinking, he picked up the pen as he found himself recalling the memory of describing them, then helping Twilight invent them here. Holy heck had she been excited about something so simple.
He looked at the blank page his wife had left in front of him as he began to think of where to start. There were just so many memories to put down. He was sure that once he got started, he might never be able to stop writing because more craziness was always happening. Of course, with so many options, the trick was starting.
It was probably ten minutes before he had scratched out a general plan on paper for how he wanted to do this. Twilight was sure to help him ensure he kept his writing nice and professional, when he had enough to do a first collection that is. Liking the idea of keeping things shorter, he figured, assuming Twilight agreed and he wasn’t being silly about things, smaller volumes would let him share what he’d seen and done more often.
Now that he had a place to start approaching the writing, having decided it would be best to just go chronologically for now, he stared at the fresh page. Thinking back to the day he’d woken up on an alien pony’s couch, in an alien pony’s house, on an alien pony planet, lots of things came to mind.
And he stared at the blank page, unable to figure out the words to begin.
By the time several more minutes had gone by, Peter was frustrated and was about to get up to do something else for a few minutes. Then one of those moments happened that he both loved and also felt were going to be the end of him someday.
Pinkie happened.
“Om nom nom nom!” came her voice as she appeared behind him, catching him in her forelegs for a hug as she buried her muzzle against his neck to make playful nibbles out of nowhere. She hadn’t made a sound as she snuck up on him. One moment nothing. The next, she was teasing his neck as the smell of flour and baked treats filled the air.
Peter gave a rather unmanly yelp like usual, his heart racing as he tried to shoot out off the stool he’d been sitting on, but Pinkie’s hooves kept him from doing much more than falling over and sending them both to the floor. For all the times she had done it, somehow always at just the right time to both break him out of a funk and somehow making him laugh, he never could get used to it. He could also never figure out how she always wound up perched on his chest afterwards. Now he was staring at his crazy pink wife, wearing that wide grin she so often had, as he started to chuckle.
“Well, Pink Ninja, you got me again! Perfect timing as always! Any suggestions on how to start? I’m suffering writer’s block right now and can’t come up with anything…,” Peter told her, seeing her give him a smug, half-lidded gaze when he admitted her success before she gave him a peck on the lips and got off his chest so he could get back up.
Pinkie hummed to herself, moving in for another hug when Peter had sat up, “Weeeellll…. I think you could try writing like you’re talking to yourself. That way, you already know the words! And when you have a question, you’ll already know the answer because you’re talking to yourself and know what you’re going to ask and already know all the questions you would want to know and their answers too!”
Chuckling, Peter shook his head and gave her a kiss as he returned the hug with a squeeze, then moved to get back onto the stool after he’d picked it up, “I can give it a try. Thanks for snapping me out of the frownies. I suppose I have to go back and edit it at some point anyway, so it doesn’t matter how it comes out for now. Love you, Squeaky.”
Pinkie giggled, heading back towards the kitchen now that her distraction attack was complete, “Love you too, Hunky Monkey. I know you’ll do super duperriffic!”
Peter grinned at hearing her nickname for him again. Even after this long, he still found it hilarious that she called him that. His memory flashed to the first time Rarity and Rainbow Dash heard her say it, remembering the shocked look they both wore before Dash fell apart in roaring laughter and Rarity had struggled to control her polite giggles as she eyed him with mirth. It took three weeks before Dash could control herself every time she saw him.
Peter didn’t care how silly it sounded in the slightest though. It was Pinkie calling him that. She could call him Potato and he’d still love it. Heck, she did just that for a week when he’d said as much to her. And as long as it was her, he loved it.
Turning his attention to the page before him again, he felt relaxed and ready now.
On a whim as he began writing, he decided to try approaching it like he was regaling some random curious pony with the story of that first day like he had done many times before. It felt like the right idea as words began to flow from his mind and out onto the page as the pen scratched away.
It’s hard to describe how you feel, when you suddenly wake up on an alien’s couch on another planet. I was half glued to the cushions and covered in dried red velvet cake batter after an alien had appeared in your bedroom just before you woke up and wound up leading to your getting dragged to a whole new world. And if that wasn’t enough, I woke up surrounded by brightly colored aliens wearing jewelry!
I mean really, how do you even begin to process that chain of events?
Strange as it sounds though, that’s how my first day in Equestria started...
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Yes! I am really looking foward to you making updates to this fic! There just isn't enough Pinkie/OC human stories out on the net.
5897274 Well don't expect too much here. This continuation is more of a when-I-need-it diversion from my main work. Chapters will be infrequent at best. It's also a different approach to writing I can experiment with, though it is already proving to be a challenge to work with. On the other side, even though this is wholly separate from my main story, Protecting Harmony, including the functional mechanics of the verse, I am borrowing some things from there.
As suggested in the second chapter, they lived a full life and Peter is now middle-aged, thinking upper 40s perhaps, remembering all they'd gone through together. And considering Pinkie is involved, it could be said this will never truly end.
That said, what did you think of the update?
5897770 It was interesting, i liked the angle of how it starts when he is in his middle ages and writes of all of his adventures in Equestria that he had all throu his Life.
Writing like that you have a great deal of freedom of how you write the chapters, for example one chapter can be about when he and two of his daughters Went swimming, and the chapter after that can be about how Pinkie Pie was handeling her first pregnancy, this way not all chapters needs to be connected.
That said, even if there will be no scheduled update it is still very good to know that this story is still alive and Active, so keep up the great work.
5898275 Thanks for the response.
this is a short story but a vary good story I will be watching if you ever up date it.
keep up the good work and pony on.
Harts Fire
5900918 Like I said, it's going to be a once in a while thing. The first day after Peter's arrival is all I'm confirming.
Really need to go back through and clean things up a little too.
I understand and I know you are working on a few other story's also.
Are you serious? Another huge leap in time, to set up a narrative frame for chapters that might never come? Man, I called you a tease before. I would shout it now, but I consider myself too dignified for all caps.
This was not as good as the first. There just isn't really anything to read. It's a framework and an infodumping one at that.
Still, I hope to see the actual memoirs. If you get back to describing events as they happen, with the same kind of life as you did in Peter's room, instead of listing events, which is about half of what you do after the first time skip, I will be thrilled to read them. Because when you write like that, you shine.
Sorry for the harsh words. It just gets me when people show skillful writing and does something I don't like instead.
Happy writing.
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Hey, don't worry about it. I'm happy to hear your opinions on this. Although if you think I was teasing here, you should see the huge clop-tease I did with Ch 6 of my main story, now that I got the revision done. Keep building up and then hit the brakes again, though it's all part of what happens in the story.
Anyway, as for further chapters of this story...well, it was meant to be a one-shot. There's only so much you can do in a single chapter and while there is the allusion to lots of adventures and happenings between their getting pulled to Equestria and the a fair bit of time later, the focus of the story was ONLY on the relationship between them. They lived a life as a best friend helping another through the heartache of losing all contact with his old life, finding acceptance in that, then at last accepting who was available for romance and realizing what was right there the whole time. The key parts were covered. I know the missing time is full of interesting things, it is Pinkie after all, but those were ancillary. I had an idea and it was done.
Now with the beginning of Peter looking back at the life they'd shared, I left it open for myself to throw things in when new ideas come along. Some will be short, some longer. The time skip is useful as another allusion to how much life was lived and the thoughts he has while gearing up to write fit into what I suppose anyone might think in a similar moment. The whole 'it's Pinkie' aspect aside, he wasn't an adventurer or doing anything particularly special beyond trying to build, then live a normal life, inasmuch as that's possible in magical pony land, with Pinkie around most of all.
At present, I think I'll do a memoir-ish lead-in before returning to my usual approach, then probably close a chapter with the same. In many ways, it's flashbacks as much as anything else. Funny enough though, because I have SO much freedom, I can be open to the occasional suggestion. Not saying I'd do such a thing, but offering ideas expands what I might do when the urge comes along.
Now that I've rambled and blathered, I'll stop myself here. Thanks for your thoughts.
5906100 I don't actually remember that myself, but I'll keep it in mind. Although something to keep in mind with someone's personal tastes is you might have someone that loves ketchup, yet despise vinaigrette salad dressing for the vinegar taste most of all. Different applications and uses in food can drastically change how we perceive relatively similar ingredients. In addition, a topping on a food is quite different from having it mixed in.
Now I have the urge to actually test this difference between hot sauce on a cupcake versus chilies baked right in. In my mind at least, I can see enjoying the chilies baked in far more than just adding some hot sauce on top. The vinegar in hot sauce would mess with the cupcake, but chilies themselves would blend.
Not much to add, but here goes:
It still had me smiling for most of it, but this chapter just wasn't as good as the first. The writing is sloppier and there are more grammar mistakes, the worst being this bit:
as it changes from first to second person in the middle of the sentence. The change is acceptable in those paragraphs as a whole since he's writing it as if he was telling it to somepony; but that sentence should be all in first person, otherwise it makes no sense.
Also, Sunshine Sprinkles Pie is a terrible name, and their pet names are almost equally terrible. This is not something that should be changed, just something that I felt had to be said.
5974429 Well the name of their daughter was arbitrary and I can always change it until I think I've locked it in place. The pet names are, however, quite intended to be horrible. I think part of my motivation for this story is getting to be a kook. It's also Pinkie. This is enough of an excuse on it's own to do almost anything fun without requiring a lot of sense. Discord is the excuse to do almost anything flat out nuts. One fic I read had Luna deny her moon is made of cheese, to which Discord replied with a snap of his fingers and said 'It is now.'
As for the paragraph at the end of the second chapter, and perhaps the second chapter as a whole...yes, I can see the issues. I've not done much of any editing on it and hadn't even noticed when I wrote it at first, the tense issue is fixed in my copy, and the third chapter is at most a quarter complete. Sometimes I write more free form than I should.
Also wrote this entire thing before realizing I entirely forgot the double space thing.
5974767 I didn't mean that any of the names should be changed, just that they were terrible, in a funny/cringe worthy kind of way.
Whatever the flaws, it's a very sweet story.
5974919 Ah, I see. Right on target then.
And due to making the choice to continue this, it will take time, but I can slowly display how the romance happened. I get to play with a guy oblivious to uniquely pony style flirting until I catch up to the right point. At least, if I ever get that far. Only confirming a third chapter to see how I like it. First full day in Equestria should be interesting.
5975638 Reminds me about Xenophilia. That's a very good thing, if you were wondering. Disregarding whatever opinion someone might have of clop, it is one of the most well written stories on the site in my opinion.
I don't care what you say or do, this will always be a story I can come back to and read again and again, perfection in a written form my friend.
6879455 While I am thankful for your positive opinion, I'd highly encourage you to look at the other stuff I've done. This was a one-shot I let myself half-arse an extension on, and became occupied with something much bigger. And somehow, I now find myself writing two separate adventure stories within the same verse. One of which is actually canon ancient history to my main effort.
One of these days, I'll finish the chapter of how Peter spent his first day for this story, but who knows when I'll get around to it, considering I've grown so busy on a deep verse in my main effort.
¿Y qué pasó con su familia?