Pinkie's Brief Metafictional Adventure

by LiterarySerenity

Epilogue: Which is Happy for Every Pony

Voices echoed in a chorus from above and everywhere else, like sweet music that radiated through the streets of Ponyville.

And Twilight could hear them, as she did the narrator at that moment, and her mind froze momentarily at the implications by all of it.

Did this mean that Equestria, Ponyville, and her life have been fabricated by some distant, unknown pony? For all she knew, the narrator or writer responsible for what was happening right now might not have even been the original creator!

The world for her seemed to whirl at this.

But, no! That couldn’t be.

Twilight refused to believe that.

There had to be some logical explanation.

At the very least, it might have been possible to reason that these ponies—whoever and wherever they were—came from another dimension entirely, and several prevalent philosophers from the classical period in Equestrian history would not have discounted this theory. In addition, she had had sufficient evidence that such a thing could be true from when her friends and she had returned the breezies back to their own world, separate from their own.

It didn’t necessarily mean that they had proved the artificiality of their own world, right?

“Whatever makes you feel better,” Rainbow Dash murmured in a half-daze, apparently having heard the narration describe Twilight’s thought process. “Way weirder things have happened.”

“Whoa, Nelly,” Applejack simply said, doffing her hat and pressing it to her chest.

Twilight, for a moment, wondered why the narrator only described her own thoughts as opposed to those of her friends. Yet she brushed these aside for a moment, because there was some pony of much more importance in in her mind at that moment.

“Pinkie Pie, look what you did,” Twilight said, causing Pinkie Pie to look up in wonder and wipe at her snout with a hoof. “You said there were new friends out there waiting to meet us, and you were right.”

“Sweet Celestia,” Rarity murmured, and then stared at her dress. “If I’d known we were going to have guests, I would have worn something far more fashionable than this! Do you think they mind?”

“I—I don’t believe so, Rarity.” Fluttershy, meanwhile, had consequentially leapt into the nearest rain barrel to escape what she must have perceived as the eyes of millions staring in upon her. “But, it is a little scary. What do you suppose we should do, now that they can hear us and we can hear them?”

Well, Twilight knew one thing. She glanced at Pinkie Pie, who was clearly reveling in the flood of comments and what they meant. And all the while, her smile was growing ever larger. Her whole form began to vibrate, and any moment she would probably shoot off.

Before that happened, however, there was something she had to do to assert at least some normalcy (and simply not to be rude).

“Welcome, every pony!” Twilight called out to the ponies in the other dimension (or wherever they happened to be). “My name is Princess Twilight Sparkle, and my dear friends and I want to keep you warm greetings to Ponyville. We hope you’ll have a great time here.”

“Pleased to meet y’all,” Applejack replaced the hat on her head, for the express purpose of tipping it to the arrivals. “Name’s Applejack.”

“Delighted to make your acquaintance,” Rarity said. “I’m Rarity Unicorn. Please let me know your size and preferred style, and I’ll be glad to put together a fashionable ensemble for you.”

“Hm. Hi,” Fluttershy whispered, lifting her head out of the rain barrel. “I’m Fluttershy.” She said the last word almost inaudibly, but thanks to the strength of the written word all could still hear her quite clearly. “Oh, dear,” she then added, at that narrative comment.

“Hah, and I’m sure you already know me, Rainbow Dash!” Rainbow Dash zipped about in the air, leaving a noticeable rainbow streak in her wake before climbing high into the skies so quickly she caused a great sonic rainboom to burst forth.

However, the sharp report from this quickly got drowned out by Pinkie Pie launching high into the air on a pink trail of pure joy:

“Thank you, thank you! I’m Pinkie Pie! I’m so glad you’re here to be my friends. We’re going to have so much together, playing games, telling stories, and on, and on, and on, and on!” Any other pony, leaping high as she had, would have come crashing down on the ground. Yet, being who she was and having a little story-related help, managed to stop in her rapid descent a hoof or so above the ground, before drifting down the rest of the way. “Thanks!” She said. “Let’s party, every pony!”

***

With this, all the ponies who lived in Ponyville emerged from their homes and flooded the street—and what happened from that point onwards was a grand occasion, filled with all the most wondrous games and music one could imagine (and you can imagine whatever you please at this point in the story).

Pinkie Pie couldn’t have been happier, doing her best (alongside those of her friends) to respond to all of the comments and questions that came their way.

And Ponyville’s top party pony bounded through the streets, crying out:

“Thank you, MBreeden, and Pegaseraph, and Xavy T Drag, and Pankrazius, and that pony who said they wanted to be ignored by I want to thank anyway!”

All spent a happy day in that land without the fourth wall, until late in the evening—when the narrator, a brown unicorn in a green cloak watching from afar, laid down her quill and ended the tale in a very quiet way.

The End

Author's Note:

Narrator: Thanks to every one who responded! Even though this is the epilogue, what I plan to answer anyone's responses addressed the mane six characters (and regularly if it's clearly aimed at me) ^_^. I hope you enjoyed it!

Comments

[LiterarySerenity]

5769581 Pinkie Pie: Yoo-hoo! You bet we are. Let's party, pony style!

[LiterarySerenity]

5769814 Fluttershy: It's very nice to meet you...
Pinkie Pie: Let's be friends forever!

[LiterarySerenity]

5769179 Twilight: Hmm, Deadpool. I'm not sure I have that in my books [teleports a thick reference book and begins flipping through it]. Is he some pony from your world? He must have a lot of experience in travel through dimensions. If so, I have so many questions!

[LiterarySerenity]

5768590 Fluttershy: Perhaps you could tell him that we didn't mean to, and then we can tell him in pony that we're so sorry!

[howard035]

This was a fun story overall, but the comments really takes the cake, it's like a reverse-fourth wall breaking story. (Fluttershy hiding in a rain barrel will never get old).

[LiterarySerenity]

5781166 Hah. Indeed. The bulk of the fun was in the audience participation, and everyone just having fun reacting to it. ^_^

[LiterarySerenity]

5777994 Oooh. Thank you for sending the link! ^_^ That was still pretty neat to hear your brother had played one of the roles in Into the Woods. Bravo.

Someday it might be nice to surprise another metafictional writer like that (especially if they wouldn't get too scared that someone had just hacked into their computer). Still, it could make an interesting short story, at the very least. ;3 There are definitely a lot of great texts out there that fall along similar lines, or deal with the act of writing in new ways. Have you ever read the novel for Neverending Story? There is also Walter Moer's The City of Dreaming Books, and several children's books have been noted for exploring that territory.

Are there any novels or other books that stand out to you, and which might fall into this category?