> I see Pink > by Ron Jeremy Pony > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- > Don't Forget Me > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- I see Pink Don't Forget me A Pinkie Pie Romance There's been weird things happen in the course of history. No one can argue that strange sights and sounds that have been ushered in by each technological advancement. Still, one thing that most people consider weird I feel is completely natural. That's what I share with my wife. I know that no one really knows what in the holy hell I'm talking about. What should be so strange about having a wife, right? Well, imagine if you will that your wife isn't human, but in every emotional way that counts is more human than any other woman ever will be. Imagine that she's full of energy, innocent, sweet, and willing to do anything for you. It sounds a little far fetched I know. Especially with how we humans act toward each other now. I suppose that I should begin this back at the beginning. It started fifty years ago after I had finally written a novel that caught on. I suppose that I owe a good part of my success to Joss Whedon, Gene Roddenberry, and George Lucas. After all, if it hadn't been for them I wouldn't have the genre of Space Westerns to write in. Still, following in the footsteps of giants wasn't what I had really planned on, and although my book had a movie deal struck I felt empty. I had worked so hard to get to this point, and now that I was here I no one to share it with. I went home, closed my doors, and put on my VR goggles and fired up my computer. Unlike a lot of writers I didn't use the full immersion software that most computers came out with. I preferred to keep a little bit of distance from my work. It became a little to hard to kill off a character if you were sleeping with them. I had considered doing the full immersion thing, but after I heard about what happened to Samantha Jennings, the author who revived the Harry Potter Series, and created the full spin off of the next generation from JK Rowling's notes... I firmly decided against it. I don't know, maybe I was judging her too harshly. After all, I'm sure it started innocent enough. Meeting with Albus Potter near the whomping willow to talk, and slowly the computer picked up on her attraction. It did exactly what it was supposed to do. Give her the fantasy she wanted. I'm sure it felt real, and when it came time she couldn't bare to do anything to hurt Albus. That's why I kept myself distant. Instead I moved through the various programs until I reached one of the oldest streaming movie sites on a distant part of the Internet. I logged into my Netflix account and pulled up My Little Pony Friendship Is Magic. I had the shows tagged, something Netflix had done in 2016 so that customers could watch their favorite episodes. I pulled my Pinkie Pie play list and began to watch. Being a premium member, basically having a monthly charge instead of an annual one, I didn't have to be exposed to commercials every two episodes, but it would pop up the question if I would like to view a commercial during credits. Most of the time I would click no, but the sight of the avatar for the commercial made me pause. It was an anthropomorphic pony in a maid outfit. I clicked the view button and a moment later a bright white screen filled my eyes. "Imagine that perfect someone, or perhaps you prefer somepony. Imagine them being ready for you, waiting for you, loving you. Well friend, imagine no longer. Vogon Biotech has the answer for you today. And our answer is simple. Order your very own Help mate! Fully functional, completely reliable, and the moment you touch them they bond with you for life. That's right, they bond with you for life. How much more perfect can they be? If you're interested please, click the order button," a disembodied voice said. I wasn't sure what would happen, if I should really do this or not, but at the worst my computer would suffer and I could get a new one, and at best I wouldn't be bored. I clicked the button and the screen changed from the white screen to a multicolored psychedelic rainbow. A moment later a chestnut brown anthropomorphic stallion, with a blond mane, stepped out and approached me. I didn't have my haptic gloves on, but I quickly fixed that problem and felt the firm handshake of the digital character. "Mr. Williams, thank you for choosing Vogon Biotech. According to our records you are interested in a helpmate. Our tracking of Netflix has lead us to believe that you are mostly heterosexual," he said. I studied the stallion for a moment and then shook my head. "What do you consider mostly heterosexual?" I asked. "You've viewed a variety of movies and television shows over the last six months. Most of which are on average considered to be most appealing to the heterosexual market; however, there was a three week period in which you watched several movies aimed directly at the homosexual market. It is that statistic anomaly which gives the short gap of uncertainty," he replied. I wasn't sure why I was expecting him to state it was because of watching My Little Pony. Then again, a lot of the reviews for the series had come from heterosexual men for the past twenty years. So it wasn't that likely that the stallion character would be making a joke. "Okay, but we're here to talk about a helpmate. What are you selling exactly?" I asked. He smiled brightly and snapped his fingers. We walked, and the entire time I heard the clopping of his hooves on a non existent floor, over to a window that appeared. He pulled a crushed velvet rope and a drape that was closed on the window pulled away. There in the window was the entire cast of My Little Pony. Every single stallion, mare, and filly was present. He moved his right hand over them and they changed to show their anthropomorphic version. I had to admit that Vogon had done their homework. The anthropomorphic versions of the characters held enough of their characteristics to not be off putting, but at the same time it gave them a sort of sexiness that made them far more appealing. "What we're selling Mr. Williams is a living fantasy. A living, breathing, fantasy that will not end when you shut off your computer. It won't disappear when a television show goes off of the air, and it will grow with you. Think of it Mr. Williams. Think about what it would mean to have that perfect somepony. That one special somepony to spend the rest of your life with. Isn't that something worth considering?" he asked. I looked and saw Pinkie Pie. She was standing next to the mane six, but directly on the other side of her was her sisters, her parents, and below her was the cakes and their two foals. I couldn't help but grin. I walked toward Pinkie and touched her image. She transformed into the anthropomorphic version of herself. Her eyes were closed, her lips slightly open, and she appeared to be breathing. "How much?" I asked. "That's always the rub isn't it? It doesn't matter how much an artist loves their work. At the end of the day it's about how much money it's worth. They are twenty-two thousand credits a piece. It might sound steep, but consider what you are purchasing. It's not a machine, but a living breathing fantasy. She will eat, sleep, sweat, and even bleed. Everything she feels when she wakes up is real. There is no preprogrammed emotions in her. Oh, she'll have memories, slightly altered to match her new body, of her world, friends, and family. Everything ever written by the creators of the show, and of course any of the fan based content you would like us to consider, will be added to her memories. But beyond that all of her experiences and new memories will be completely of your and her making," he said. "Okay, I want her. I want Pinkie Pie," I said. "Well done sir. Simply continue to press on her image," he said. A moment later she glowed pink, her eyes opened, and she smiled brightly. After that she disappeared. I looked to see if she was still around, but there was no image of her left. "What happened?" I asked. "She's being prepared for you right now. It takes a two month process to accurately grow and implant her memories. I should also state that she will be one of a kind. We here at Vogon pride ourselves of ensuring that our customers get exactly what they are paying for. You are getting Pinkie Pie, not a Pinkie Pie, but the Pinkie Pie. There will be no other versions of her made," he said. "Why hasn't someone else bought any of them?" I asked. "There are a dozen reasons, and they range from price to uncertainty; however, all of our customers who have bought characters from other television series and movies have had nothing but praises for our work," he said. "How will she arrive?" I asked. "She will be arriving in one of our transports. She will be dressed in one of the suits of clothes you can choose at this time," he said. He pointed toward a different window and I walked over to it to see two dresses. One was the candy dress Rarity had made for her for the Grand Galloping Gala, and the other was her can can dress she had wore in Appleloosa during the episode Over a Barrel. I pushed it and the can can dress disappeared. "Very good sir, We hope that you will be pleased with her," he said. He snapped his fingers again and the background changed once more. This time it wasn't the anthropomorphic stallion standing there, but rather an anthropomorphic Discord. The god of chaos grinned, and handed me a receipt. "Take good care of the former Element of Laughter," he said before he disappeared. I was redirected back to Netflix and the next tagged episode of My Little Pony Friendship is Magic started. I stopped it, took my goggles and haptic gloves off and looked around my home. I had two months of loneliness to deal with, and then perhaps things would change. I decided to be productive and when I wasn't writing I was cleaning. I was surprised at how disorganized my house had become, but then again I had been a bachelor for years at this point. There wasn't much of a need to clean and be really organized, with the exception of my writing room, and that had to change. Week one was spent on the spare bedroom. It went from being a simple storage room into being an actual spare bedroom. I got online and rented a storage building at the local storage-plex. When it asked if I wanted to bring the materials to be stored, or if I wanted a team of movers I opted for the movers. I figured that I could set the boxes out, they picked them up, and that would be that. Within a couple of hours the team arrived, got the boxes I wanted moved, loaded them, and then left. Once the room was clean I got online ordered a bed, a nightstand, and a holoprojector television. I was about to log off when I received an email from Vogon. It was a simple questionnaire asking if I had any fan based works that I would like included in Pinkie Pie's memory. I had read some of the fan fiction stories that My Little Pony had inspired over the years. I instantly threw Cupcakes out. There was no way in hell that I wanted my Pinkie Pie to be like that. But I remembered how she had acted in My Little Dashie, My Little Dashie A Sequel, My little Dashie A Threequel, and My Little Dashie Fourth Times the Charm. Although she hadn't been a main character I felt that it had given her a touch of sweetness that only accented her already sweet nature. I selected them, and then I thought of Room For Rent. I wasn't sure how these memories would work, but at the very least I figured that it wouldn't hurt to have a few positive memories for her. The days passed, and I began to wonder if Vogon had been a scam when the buzzer for my building rung. I turned on the view screen and standing there on my stoop was Pinkie just as I had seen her on the site. I pressed the open button and then I walked down the stairwell. She walked toward me, looking nervous, uncertain, and her mane had straightened out. I could tell that she was frightened. I touched her cheek and a small shock passed through me. Suddenly she looked up at me with confidence. I wasn't sure what happened, but the next thing I knew she had her arms around me in a tight hug. "Andy!" she squealed with delight. > Roommates, Buddies, and Sexy Sexy Sexy Chaos > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- I See Pink Roomies, buddies, and Sexy Sexy Sexy Chaos A Pinkie Pie Romance I brought my permanent house guest up to the Apartment of the old building I lived in. Unlike most of my now distant family, few friends, and fellow authors I preferred to live in something a bit more twentieth century. Granted, some of their homes had a few bonuses mine didn’t, such as built in antennas for internet hook ups, and of course they also had access to a small solar power station located in the base of their home. I really didn’t care about that though. I had an antenna hooked up to the side of the old building, and the previous owner of the building had put in a generator large enough in the basement to power all of the apartments without trouble. Since I had bought the building, and saved it from demolition, I more or less had free reign to do what I wanted with it. Of course I really only used the fourth floor as my home. “Pinkie, welcome home,” I said. She walked in and looked around. I figured now was as good of a time to show her the room I set aside for her. The anthropomorphic stallion had said she was a living breathing being. That meant it would be wrong to just take advantage of her, and besides I wanted things to progress naturally. Part of that was giving her a room for herself. I led her over to the door of the spare bedroom and opened it. I heard her gasp, and then she ran forward into what I know most people would have considered a Barbie Pink hell. I had found the paint on Ebay, ordered it, found the now stapled to the wall balloons on Amazon, and found the streamers and party themed comforter and bed sheets on Overstock.com. I had tried, exceptionally hard, to model the room after the way I believed she would have enjoyed it. She ran, her hooves clopping loudly the entire time, from corner to corner looking at the walls, the balloons, the comforter, and finally I simply lost track of her as she became more and more of a blur. From what I could see Vogon had really done their homework and somehow gotten her to move as fast as Pinkie Pie did on the show. She almost suddenly appeared in front of me and caught me in a tight hug. “It’s beautiful! It looks almost like my room at Sugarcube Corner! Have you ever been to Sugarcube Corner? Oh they’ve got great cupcakes, cakes, and almost every other kind of sweets you could ever want! It tastes so good!” she exclaimed happily. I felt the air being squeezed out of me by her iron grip hug, and for a moment I wondered if choosing Pinkie Pie was really the smartest move I had ever made. The moment she released me, and gave me a quick peck on the cheek I decided it was. She looked over her room again and then she began to shrug out of her clothes. My eyes became transfixed on her as her pink fur covered body came into view. I wanted to look away, but there was a darker part of my nature that simply refused to let me turn away or stop looking at the obviously innocent creature being before me. Finally, I turned and looked toward part of the room she wasn’t in. It really didn’t matter though. I had seen almost everything. Her cutie mark on her… Well I couldn’t call that a flank. It was a remarkably human ass, and one that was beautifully sculpted. Her pink and curly tail hung down, and she turned to see me looking away. “Something wrong?” she asked. I didn’t want to look back at her. Years of being conditioned to be modest, years of living in a strict Holiness Pentecostal home, and all of it led up to me feeling ashamed of even being undressed long enough to take a shower. I had broken away when I was eighteen. I struck out, broke away from the church, from my parents, and from my own sister. I did it because I couldn’t stand the thought of living and dying according to something that was being pounded into my head over and over again. I have nothing against faith. I feel overjoyed for someone to have faith… in anything, but I couldn’t stand the idea of being told that everything about me was evil. That my thoughts, my body, my everything was evil and only at the end of my life would I find true peace and happiness. So it was hard to look at this innocent being. It was perhaps one of the hardest things I could even conceive doing, and then I felt her hands on my cheeks. She brought me to look at her face. I could see the pleading eyes, her hair straightening out, and the overall look of sadness covering her. I could see this, and despite the years of condictioning my parents had put me through I reached out and hugged her. She returned it, and I could feel the bright smile radiating. It was strange that I could feel happiness actually rolling off of her. I broke the hug and smiled sheepishly. “We tend to wear clothes most of the time here,” I said. She looked at me a little confused. I showed her my arm and how compared to most of her body it was mostly hairless. She took that thought and nodded. She looked at the dress and then at me again. “Ummm, I don’t have anything else. I really didn’t pack very well for this, which is kind of strange since I almost always pack my party cannon, but I didn’t even pack it. I guess that it’s back home at Sugarcube Corner,” she said. I looked around at the room and realized that I had made a mistake after all. I hadn’t bought any clothes for her. Then I remembered the closet. I had bought clothes for my little sister, Sarah, in case she decided to break away from our family. She hadn’t yet, but the clothes I had bought for her was still here. I opened the closet and looked. Sarah was a little smaller than Pinkie, but I was certain that some of the clothes would fit. Pinkie looked at them and in an excited squeal she pulled out a purple tank top, and found a pair of yoga pants that matched. She pulled the clothes on and grinned brightly at me. “Who’s clothes are these?” she asked as she calmed down a little. “They’re my sisters. She’s… she’s with our family right now,” I said. “Oh, like a trip?” she asked. “Not exactly. My family is extremely conservative, and kind of uptight about things,” I said. “Oh, that sounds like my mom and dad! Of course I think that it comes from working on the rock farm. Mom constantly said that we had to bust the rocks in order to find the crystals and metals that would sale, and we would work all day! Then my friend Rainbow Dash did her first Sonic Rainboom and when I saw it I knew what I had to do!” she exclaimed. “Did your parents support you?” I asked. “Yeah, Daddy called me his little Rose Quartz, and said that he didn’t care what I wanted to be when I grew up he just wanted me to be happy,” she said. I looked down at the floor. I had wished that my parents would have been that supportive, but they weren’t. When I left I was told that I could never come back. I would never be welcomed. She touched my cheek again and looked at me. “What’s wrong?” she asked again. “I wish that I would have had your parents,” I said. She looked into my eyes, and then she took me into another hug. It wasn’t quite the bone crusher she had given me earlier, but it was far more tender. I felt her rub my back as she held me, and then she slowly led me over to the bed. I felt her pull me into a sitting position, and then she grasped my hand. “Don’t ever wish that you are anyone other than you. Your parents helped make you the pony you are,” she said. I didn’t know how to respond to that. I wasn’t sure how to tell her that they made me feel ashamed that I found anyone attractive, or how I was made to feel that I couldn’t express myself. They had been horrible, to the point of being part of the fundamentalist that refused to live in the outside world. She touched me again and this time I could see her hair trying to straighten out. At least it seemed to until her eyes widened and she stood up. She grabbed my hand, and without another word she pulled me out of the room, out of my apartment building and out to the street. I knew that she had no idea where anything was at. She couldn’t know where anything was here, but despite that she made her way toward a small indoor arcade that I didn’t even know existed. I had started to wonder why more people weren’t freaking out about Pinkie Pie. After all seeing an anthropomorphic pink party pony would at least raise a couple of eyebrows, but instead no one really batted an eye. I was confused until we passed someone walking with a member of the Navi from Avatar. Seeing them, seeing a couple of Wookies, and then seeing an Anthropomorphic Lola Bunny made me realize that Pinkie really wasn’t out of place at all. We stepped into the building and the cool air-conditioning flooded down on us. It was a stark contrast to the heat outside, but I only got to feel the direct breeze for a second before I was pulled over to a seat at a table. She moved, seamlessly, through the crowd until I lost track of her. A few moments later she came back pulling someone who was holding three bowling pins, then she took off again and soon returned with a girl who holding an accordion, and once more she took off and this time she came back with a confused employee who was holding a cake. A few seconds later there was a group of confused people and children around us. “What’s going on?” I asked. “Why it’s an I want to cheer my friend up because he’s blue, and have our first party together PARTY!” she exclaimed. The atmosphere around us was confused, but soon it slowly it became cheerful. I watched as the people began laughing, enjoying each other’s company, and with minutes there was music being played. I felt myself being pulled up out of the seat as the party began to go full swing. Four hours later I found myself sitting next to Pinkie as she talked to the manager of the arcade. I had expected the elderly man to be upset, but instead he was more than overjoyed about what she had done. “I haven’t seen this place so full of people having so much fun in a good long time miss. Those kids normally just bug each other until they free up the immersion consoles in the back, but this was the first time I’ve seen them out here having fun. How would you feel about coming to work for me? I need an energentic event planner, and I can’t think of anyone who would fit the bill better,” he said. “That would be wonderful! Oh I’d love to do it! Can I throw a party like this every day?” she asked. He nodded. She got up, hugged me, and then walked out toward the employee area. The old man stopped me before I could get up. He smiled a slightly sad smile. I watched as he rolled up his sleeve and I was met with a tattoo of the mane six on his arm. “I wasn’t sure that there was too many of us Bronies still around. You’ve got something magical there. I’m too old of a man to even consider stepping in, but that’s not what I wanted to tell you anyway. I’m sure you know that girl needs happiness like we need air, and she freely gives that happiness out. Don’t let your personal shit keep you from accepting that gift,” he said. I nodded and watched as he looked toward the doorway. “Damn… If I didn’t just hire the most hyperactive pony in all of Equestria,” he said. > A Nigh of Firsts and an Uncertain Morning > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- I See Pink A night of Firsts and an Uncertain Morning A Pinkie Pie Romance The sights and smells of Anderson’s Arcade floated around me as I watched Pinkie. She was throwing another birthday party for one of the kids, and like Mr. Anderson had predicted business had picked up in the arcade. People were coming because of how fun they had heard it was. I watched as she sung a birthday song to the excited eight year old and then I felt a nudge behind me. I turned around to see Mr. Anderson. He grinned before he stepped up beside me. “Something wrong?” I asked. He shook his head. He watched for a little longer, and then he just grinned about what was happening. “You know, business has more than doubled in the last month. That’s part of the reason I don’t mind giving parties to the kids she’s been giving them to,” he said. “What do you mean?” I asked. “The last couple of parties have been for some folks that just don’t have much money. The parents have been out of work for a couple of months. They’re lucky enough to live in the stacks, although I don’t know if I could call that luck,” he replied. I shivered as I thought about the stacks. Mobile home parks had changed from what they had been years ago. Originally they had started as plots of land that had several of the mobile homes grouped together, but they were just a single home on a flat piece of land. That changed, drastically changed, when things got a little overcrowded. Those same parks began to have scaffolding designed to stack the mobile homes on top of each other. I was lucky. I wasn’t forced to live in the stacks, and I heard about the horror stories from those that did. Pinkie was giving these kids who had to live in such poor conditions something wonderful. She was giving them happiness, smiles, and letting them know that they were special. I took a moment to really study the pink anthropomorphic pony as she giggled and made the child she was serving cake to laugh. I couldn’t help but smile as she sang, danced, served cake, and gave the young boy a few birthday presents from the arcade. There’s a sense of wonder that we’ve all had as children. That moment when we’re given something, and for a moment we truly don’t know what it might be. All that we really know is that it is a gift. I could see that kind of wonder flicker across that boy’s face, and it stayed there. I expected him to tear into the wrapping paper. It was almost tradition for child to rip into the wrapping paper of a present, but instead this boy carefully removed the tape from each corner. He spent time making sure that the paper could be saved. I watched as he finished unwrapping it, folded the paper up, and placed it away from the bright pink box. The box looked bigger than what I expected, but then again that seemed to be a good thing. The boy opened it and slid out a smaller aqua blue plastic box. The boy’s eyes lit up, and he excitedly opened the box. I had seen what he had a few times. The boy held what was most likely his first gaming system. I’d seen him and his family here a few times, and they had always paid for a couple hours in an immersion rig for their son. Renting those rigs wasn’t that expensive, but it could add up over time, and I had a feeling that it hit their budget pretty hard. That gaming system she gave him was a fairly basic model. It was generic, but it did have a set of VR goggles and haptic gloves. The generic systems like that usually had about thirty games preloaded into them, and had the ability to access other games on the net. They could handle most of the older stuff, but anything new and cutting edge would require an upgrade on the system’s processor. The thing was I don’t think that he cared. He was just too happy to receive what had to be the greatest gift he had ever been given. I watched as he went from holding this amazing gift to giving Pinkie Pie a tight hug. It was one that she returned happily to him. Once he let her go he went back to looking over his present, and then he went to opening the smaller ones. Both of his parents thanked her for her thoughtful gift, and she just nodded and told them that it was fine. That was Pinkie. She existed to make people happy. Mr. Anderson had been right when he told me that she needed happiness like everyone else needed air, and so far one of the ways I had seen her become really happy was by throwing these parties for these kids. It brightened her day to make others smile. It was who and what she was. Even here, like this, she was still the element of laughter. The party finally started to end, and I watched as Pinkie gave the young boy another hug before he left. Mr. Anderson helped clean the room once it cleared and after it was clean he let out a yawn. “Everyone, thanks for another great day. We’ve only got about another twenty minutes before the end of the day, so I’m going to give the five minute until closing warning,” he said. “So, you’re giving us a early evening?” the juggler asked. “That’s right Richie. I want all of you to enjoy a nice evening away from work. It’s just my way of saying thanks,” he said. Everyone seemed to love that idea, and it didn’t take too long to clear the building. Once it was done Pinkie and I walked out of the arcade. The clothes she was wearing fit her personality better than the sweats, yoga pants, jeans, and t-shirts I had sat aside for my sister. The clothes she had picked out on the web, and the ones she had found in a few clothing shops. The bright sky blue polo shirt she was wearing was a complete contrast to her lavender jeans she was wearing, but somehow it fit her. It was party colors, and that was a major part of who she was. I grabbed her hand as we walked. It had taken me a while to get here. I had ordered her because I honestly wanted Pinkie Pie, but it wasn’t long after she arrived that I learned I wanted something else. I wanted a friend. I needed a friend, someone that I could care for. I hadn’t realized it, but I needed someone that was going to care for me as well. Vogon had created that in a sense. Pinkie wasn’t just some high tech toy, but instead she was a living, breathing, and loving mare. I had tried to think of her as a woman, but that was impossible. I felt her squeeze my hand, and I turned to face her. When I did I got a kiss. It wasn’t a simple peck on the lips or the cheek. It was deep, meaningful, and full of promise. I felt her tongue lightly brush my lips and my mouth reacted. It opened giving her the opportunity to dive into it. She grabbed that opportunity and held on to it. There was a part of me that screamed that this was wrong. It was a part that I had tried to escape from. The part that had been driven into my head time and time again. The threats of eternal damnation remained buried inside of me, but I forced it back, because I knew better. There was nothing wrong with this. I let my free hand move on its own accord. It found its way to the back of her head, moving into her mane. I felt one of her hands fisting in my hair and the other remained holding onto my other hand. There was a happy little moan that escaped from her. We broke the kiss, and there was taste of peppermint and frosting that lingered on my tongue. I could see the faintest outline of a blush on her cheeks when she pulled back. “I love you Andy,” she said. “I love you too Pinkie,” I said. I did. I loved her as a friend, and more to the point now I felt that love changing, growing, and becoming something more. She pulled me toward our brownstone apartment building. The door opened and she lead me to the elevator. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Clop Starts here~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ She leaned in toward me and I could smell the unmistakable smell of peppermint, cinnamon, and frosting wafting off of her. There was something else there, but it was more subtle in how it smelled. It was a light musk, but tied to the other natural smells that rolled off of Pinkie it smelled right. She kissed my neck and I held her against me. “Andy, you smell so good,” she purred. The swell of her breasts pushed against me. I could feel their softness, the roundness, and perfectness of both of her orbs under the polo shirt she was wearing. My right hand, now free, moved under her shirt a little. I wasn’t sure what I was expecting, but her to step back, take my hand, and move it toward her left breast wasn’t it. She let out a soft moan as I found the fleshy orb. Her soft coat only enhancing the feeling. We kissed again, and this time I felt her hands under my shirt. That part of me that wanted to scream this was wrong had been pushed back, and now it was completely quiet. This wasn’t wrong. There was nothing wrong with this. We went from the elevator, to the fourth floor and once the elevator opened I felt my shirt being peeled off of me. Before I could say a word she kissed down my neck. I felt her back up and her own shirt came off. I had expected to see a bra, but it was something Pinkie didn’t want to wear. She moved in closer to me, our mouths mashed together in a hungry kiss, and soon we moved, shed clothes, and found ourselves on the floor beside her bed. I looked at the bright blue eyes staring back at me. The beauty, wonder, and understanding in them seeming so much more human than any of the actual humans I knew. She looked at me and then I could see something else I hadn’t seen in her eyes. There was some nervousness there. This beautiful anthropomorphic pink mare that had been so brazen and determined a moment ago seemed more open and nervous right now. I was the same way. She had the excuse of being a virgin because she was designed to be one. I was one because of my personal crap. I moved forward, more determined to show her that I love her than anything else, and kissed down her neck. I found her collar bone and gently bit her. She let out a gasp before I moved further down. My tongue flicked the nipple of her left breast, and I began to gently lick it. I could feel it hardening, her hands moving to the back of my head as I closed my lips over it. “Andy,” she cooed. I broke away and kissed down her. This was where everything I had ever read began to pop up at once. I had an idea of what I needed to do, but I didn’t want to hurt her. Instantly I wished that I had done this before. Not because I didn’t want her to be the first, but because I didn’t want to screw up and disappoint her. I gently moved my tongue to the crevice she had before me. I licked up it and let my tongue move inside of her. There was a taste I had never tasted before there. A mixture of tart and sweet that begged me to dig deeper. I pushed my tongue in and I heard a soft moan along with feeling her hips rolling forward. Her hands once again found the back of my head and she pulled me closer. I felt my tongue touch something and she took in a deep breath of surprise. I gently prodded the nub I found and she pulled me closer. “A… Andy that feels sooooo gooood,” she moaned. Each moment I did this I felt everything becoming slicker. The tastes became more tart and sweet, and then I felt her pull me closer as she cried out my name. She relaxed and I pulled back. I looked at her as she gasped for breath for a moment. She then looked at me and gave me a slightly predatory grin. I wasn’t sure what it was that I had awaken but she pushed me back and moved over my legs. I felt an intense warmth surround me before I pressed against a fleshy wall. She pushed down and I felt that wall disappear. Her arms went around me, and I wrapped my own arms around her. I held her as she gently moved her hips. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~End of Clop~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The first time lasted a couple of minutes, but the second lasted well over an hour. We spooned on her bed, something we had finally made it to, when I heard a happy sigh escape her. I felt her hand holding my own as I held her waist. Her tail and the coat of fur on her back and ass felt amazing against my skin. “I love you,” she whispered. “I love you too,” I replied. “Wowie, that was one of the worst bouts of estrous I’ve ever had,” she said. “You were in heat?” I asked. She nodded. “I’m so glad that it was with you Andy. I really am. I wanted it to be with you,” she whispered. I knew that she was supposed to be a living and breathing being, but I hadn’t expected that. I began to wonder what it could mean for the two of us. I gentle snore lets me know that she’s already found sleep, and before I can really start to wonder too much more about things I join her in the blackness of sleep. Still as I drifted off into the blackness of sleep a single thought stayed with me. If she was in heat, what does that mean for the two of us? > Opened Eyes, New Experiences, and FROSTING! > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- I See Pink Opened Eyes, New Experiences, and FROSTING! A Pinkie Pie Romance I yawned as I began to wake up. The first thing I noticed was that my bed partner was no longer in my bed with me. I slowly raised up, looked around, and didn’t see anything. I stumbled out of bed and began to walk when a delicious smell hit me. It smelled like someone had opened a bakery in my home. I stumbled out of the bedroom, completely unaware of my nakedness, and found a beautiful pink Rump facing toward me. There was nothing covering up her beauty, and it didn’t seem to be bothering her that she was standing there, wearing what appeared to be nothing. She stood up, turned to face me, and I realized that the nothing was actually a frilly white and pink apron I didn’t realize was in our apartment. It dawned on me that this wasn’t just my home anymore. It hadn’t been since Pinkie first came here. The moment she had arrived this became our home, and each day it became more and more obvious that I wasn’t alone. The feeling of two arms wrapping around me brought me out of my thoughts and I felt my bones creak as I enjoyed, and endured, a Pinkie Pie hug. “Andy! I wanted to make us breakfast, and first I thought that maybe you would like something warm. I thought about Oatmeal, and then I was all like Oatmeal, are you crazy? So I thought about everything else, and I remembered that the Cakes used to make muffins for Derpy! Did you know that muffins are like naked cupcakes? I mean they have everything except for frosting… Oh sweet creamy, creamy frosting…” she said. I watched her, and I couldn’t help the small bout of laughter that began to bubble up. Pinkie watched as I finally lost composure and laughed a little. She giggled for a moment. then she kissed me. I felt her soft lips on my own, and my hands, once again following their own direction, moved down the sculpt of her back to her very human like ass. I gently squeezed and felt her gasp in surprise before she deepened the kiss. The two of us stayed like that for several minutes until a timer went off. She gently broke the kiss, turned, walked over to the oven, grabbed an oven mit, bent over and made sure to lift her tail showing me everything, and then she pulled out two trays of muffins. I started to walk over when I heard the intercom buzzer go off. I walked toward the intercom and pressed it. “Hello?” I asked. “Andy? It’s Sarah… Can… Can I come up, please?” the quivering voice of my younger sister asked. I was surprised and shocked that she wasn’t with my parents. Sarah had been as devout in our parents religion as they were. Instead she was here, and that meant either she had done something that the community viewed as a sin and was kicked out, or mom and dad weren’t around anymore and she hadn’t chosen a husband which meant that she was also out. “Sarah, I’ll be right down,” I said. I looked toward Pinkie who looked a little surprised. “It’s my sister,” I said. Her eyes widened in surprise and then she began hopping in place. “Your sister’s here! That’s wonderful! Oh, I wonder if she’s like Maud?! I hope she is! Maud’s an amazing sister!” Pinkie exclaimed. The thoughts of the show came back to me, and I remembered the episodes with Maud in them. Her appearance in season four, and then again in season six. It was funny that in season six she actually became more of a staple on the show. The fact that they had her defeat all of the Rock Golems sent by Groger on behalf of Tirek had earned her a place as a defender of Equestria. Pinkie was right. Maud was an amazing sister. The only thing that she and Sarah really had in common was their personalities. Sarah was always a little more reserved, but she sounded upset on the intercom. I quickly went and grabbed some clothes. Pinkie followed suit and found herself a pair of yoga pants that we had altered for her tail, and a tank top. We went down to the bottom floor and opened the door. The next thing I felt was my sister throwing her arms around me and hugging me tightly. “Andy I don’t wanna go back!” she cried. “Shhhh, Sarah, I want you to come up stairs and tell me all about it,” I said. The elevator ride up was quiet, and I knew that part of it was because Sarah had finally noticed Pinkie. Pinkie smiled at her, gave her a little wave, and the entire time my sister stood completely surprised by what was going on. I knew that she had to see some of the other anthropomorphic beings walking around. When we finally arrived she walked out of the elevator and looked at the floor. “Sarah, not that I’m unhappy to see you, but what are you doing here?” I asked. She didn’t look up once. Instead she nervously shuffled her right foot for a few moments. “Mama and Daddy wanted me to marry Harlow Biggins’ son Jeffy. They set the entire thing up, and Harlow even gave them four cows and a steer from his herd as compensation. I… I was set to marry Jeffy, but I don’t wanna. I don’t wanna because I know what he does… You know he married Stacy Reynolds right? That poor girl ain’t right no more. He… Andy he did things to her, terrible things, and I didn’t want it happening to me,” she confessed. “I understand Sarah, but that’s the community. I thought that you believed in everything they preached,” I replied. “I did, but then I got to thinking about you, and some of the others who left. All of you said that things weren’t right there. You were right too… I… I don’t want to be some throw away bride to a bully,” she said. “Okay, well, you’re an adult, so that means that your choices are your choices. I’ve actually got a bunch of clothes set aside for you, and I know that I can get you a room ready. If you want I can open up one of the old apartments on a different floor,” I replied. She looked at me for a moment and then looked at Pinkie. “Hi,” Pinkie said sweetly. “Who and what is she?” Sarah asked. I looked at Pinkie and I smiled. “This is Pinkie Pie, and she’s my girlfriend,” I said. There was a strange look from my sister before she looked back at Pinkie and studied her for a moment. She walked toward her, and I could see Pinkie looking just a little nervous. “Okay, as long as she makes you happy,” she said turning to me, and then she turned back to Pinkie, “You do make him happy right?” Pinkie nodded and then my sister smiled. “Good. Everyone deserves to be happy,” she replied. The sound of Sarah’s stomach growling stopped everyone and Pinkie gave a little giggle. “I fixed us some breakfast earlier. Would you like some?” Pinkie asked. Sarah followed her and I watched as Pinkie pulled a couple of muffins from a tray and set them down on a plate for Sarah. My sister sniffed one of them, bit into it, and then quickly scarfed it down. She then did the same to the other muffin on the plate and smiled at Pinkie. Pinkie offered her another muffin which Sarah took and tore into like a starving woman. “I was just telling Andy how muffins are like naked cupcakes earlier,” Pinkie said. I watched as Sarah stopped, looked at her muffin, and blushed brightly. “I just ate something that was naked,” she whispered. (Pinkie Pie’s POV) I haven’t seen anyone have a reaction like that since Twilight had to have the talk with Spike! She looked so sad and embarassed, and I knew that I had to do something. I mean this is Andy’s sister! If she’s anything like Andy then she’s got to be a super duper looper pony, and I don’t want to make anypony sad. So I reached down and grabbed a cup of strawberry frosting. I opened it and put some on the top of the muffin. “There you go!” I said. She looked at the frosting on top of the cupcake, and then she giggled. I watched as she tried to lick the frosting and some of it got on her nose. I giggled at that and she looked down her nose to see the patch of pink sitting there. She took a smear of it and put it on the tip of my nose. I grinned and the two of us broke out into painting each others faces with the strawberry frosting. She laughed for a while and finally she ate her muffin once we settled down. I looked over at Andy who was smiling at me. I love when he smiles. I love to make ponies smile, but when your special somepony smiles it just makes something stand out to you. “Thank you,” Sarah said. “You’re welcome, oh! I’ve got to take you over to the Arcade! You’d love it there! Mr. Anderson is one of the sweetest ponies… er people I know, and they have cake! It’s not as good as the Cakes’ cakes, but it’s really pretty good, and there are little fillies and colts that love to laugh and play!” I said as I dragged her behind me. Within minutes we were in my room and I looked at her how she was dressed. She was wearing a dress that was somewhat like Maud’s except it was all black. I remembered that Andy had some clothes he had bought for her in my room before, and I quickly found the boxes we had put them in. I dug out a sky blue tank top, a pair of black yogurt pants, which why do they call them yogurt pants? They’re not made of yogurt! I tried to lick one to see if it tasted like yogurt, and it didn’t… It kind of tasted like me… when I got excited… But that wasn’t yogurt! Anyway I handed them to her and she looked at the clothes, then at me, and then back at the clothes. “Ummmm… Why are you giving me clothes?” she asked. “Well they’re yours duh,” I said. She looked at me kind of strangely for a moment. “But I don’t own anything like this,” she said. “Actually you do. I bought them not long after I bought this building. I had hoped that one day you’d decide to see the outside world. I’m glad that you did,” Andy said. “You… you had a place set aside for me?” she asked. “Yes, I did, and I still do Sarah,” he replied. I watched as she teared up and hugged him tightly. I couldn’t stand it and I had to jump in on the hug. It felt so good to hug them both. It’s a kind of hug that you give family. Kind of like when Maud and I would hug, or when I would hug Applejack. Oh! That was so much fun finding out that I was related to Applejack, or kinda related to her, nope related to her! They squirmed a little and I let them go. Andy started to walk out, but he waited, turned around, and gave me a kiss. I kissed him back just as deeply and I knew that I had smeared a little frosting on his face from the kiss. I could see it lightly on him and then I realized how much I have on me. I giggled again and looked at Sarah who still had some frosting on her. “Maybe we should take a shower before we go,” I said. > Friends, Agents, and Surprises! > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- I See Pink Friends, Agents, and Surprises! A Pinkie Pie Romance “Master, there is a phone call for you,” a nasally voice said over the intercom system. I slowly opened my eyes to the sound of the voice and felt Pinkie move a little as well. She raised up with me at the sound of the voice. “Master, it is Mr. Leslie, and he is quite insistent,” the nasally voice said. “Okay, Igor, okay, I’m up, I’m up,” I said slowly rolling out of bed. “Who’s Igor?” Pinkie asked. I realized that the entire time Pinkie had been here she hadn’t been able to talk to my digital assistant. Smiling I walked over to Pinkie’s dresser and flipped on a monitor I had set up for her. Once I did I quickly set it to the first line in and waited. After a second a green skinned hunched back figure appeared. It turned toward the screen and I could see the small camera on the top of the monitor light up. “Master, it’s good to see you again. Mr. Leslie is on the phone, and he wants to talk about the meet and greet you agreed to do,” Igor said. “Hi I’m Pinkie!” Pinkie said as she neared the screen and looked at Igor. “Master?” he asked. “Igor, this is Pinkie, she’s my marefriend. I want you to treat her the same way you treat me. She’s allowed to have administrative privileges as well,” I said. Igor’s eyes glowed for a moment and then he bowed to Pinkie. “Madam, it is a pleasure to see you,” he said. “Ummm… you can just call me Pinkie,” she said. “No, I may not. You are the master’s significant other. That means you are master’s equal, and you are above me. It is my place to serve,” he said. “Igor, go ahead and put Paul through,” I said. “Very well Master,” he said reaching behind his back and pulling out a queen anne phone. “Andy! Boobie, Baby, Sweetcakes how are you doing?! What did I tell you huh?! Easy street, my man we are on Easy Street! That sweet movie deal has opened up a ton of opportunities for you!” Paul said. “Paul, for two seconds I want you to calm down, stop thinking about money, and just tell me what you want,” I replied. “Andy, we’ve got to make this appearance. I know how you feel about crowds, but if you make this appearance I can promise that it will mean another offer from the studio. They’re already talking about making a sequel. Andy, they know you want to make a series, and they are talking about making the sequel right now,” he said. “I know, and I’ve gotten the next book written, but Paul, I’m only going to do this if I can bring along someone with me,” I replied. “Who? I’ll get them a ticket, hell I’ll get them a ticket, a hooker, and anything else they need!” he said. “Okay, she doesn’t need a hooker, she’ll be sitting with me the entire time, and I won’t take no for an answer,” I replied. “Wait, a girl? Andy, did you finally get laid?! Who’s the lucky girl?” he asked. “I’ll introduce you to her, and really Paul do you have to be such a dick?” I asked. “Andy, you and I both know that I’m the best there is at what I do, and that means that I’m going to be a dick, but I’m the dick that’s both working for you, and likes you… Okay that sounds a little wrong,” Paul replied “Anyway, are you going to be coming into town tomorrow?” I asked. “I’ll actually be coming through tomorrow, but if you want to get this out of the way we can do a virtual meeting. I’ve got time,” he replied. “Naw, this needs a face to face. Tomorrow, we can meet at Godfather’s Pizza,” I said. “Sure Andy, sure, okay I’ll be there, and bring this mystery woman with you,” Paul replied before he hung up and Igor pulled the phone back behind his back. “Is there anything else that I can do for you Master?” Igor asked. “Actually Igor, would you mind setting an appointment. Tomorrow, at noon for Godfather’s Pizza,” I said. “Does Paul know to meet you then?” Pinkie asked. “Paul knows me well enough to know that I’ll be at Godfather’s for lunch, and besides I want to take you and Sarah out,” I said. She smiled and gave me a hug. The part of me that screamed that it was wrong to be hugging my naked lover, and that I was facing eternal damnation was getting quieter and quieter. Pinkie squeezed me tight before she kissed my neck and nuzzled against me. My hands worked quickly to pulling her on top of me. She let out a small squeak and then she smiled. I felt her legs move to wrap around me. She ground her hips against me, a soft, yet possessive, growl escaped her muzzle as she leaned forward to kiss me. I let my hands move up her, feeling her coat, her tummy, and her then the sides of her perfect breasts. The gasp that was neither hers or my own caught my attention and we both looked toward the door to see Sarah standing there. “Andy…” she whispered. Pinkie made the move first. She slid off of me, bound across the room, and enveloped Sarah in a hug. My sister made a small surprised sound for a moment. Pinkie simply hugged her close. “Are you Okie Dokie Loki?” she asked Sarah as she loosened her grip a little. “I… I don’t know. I mean you were on him, and it looked like the two of you were going to do something that would get you both sent to eternal damnation,” she whimpered. I got up and walked over where the both of them were. I could see Pinkie gently rubbing her back, making soft shushing noises. She looked at me and her eyebrow lifted a little. “What happened to the two of you?” she asked. I looked at her and wondered if this was something that I really wanted to share with Pinkie. The look on her face was one of concern, but it was also a look of determination. I knew she wanted to know, and either Sarah or I would end up telling her. So I started. I told her about what Sarah and I had been through. I told her about the community, the religion, and how our parents taught us that everyone was born evil. I told her about how they had taught us to hate our bodies, to hate the idea of sexuality, to repress desires and wants, and instead focus on pleasing the heads of the community. I explained how they had told us that by working, forgetting our own wants, and instead pushing the ideals of our religion up was the only way to escape eternal damnation. When she learned what eternal damnation was… Pinkie’s hair went completely flat and there was a frighteningly scary look on her face. “Where are they? Where is this community?” she asked.\ “Pinkie, it’s okay. Sarah and I are away from there. Neither of us is ever going back,” I replied. She didn’t look completely convinced, but instead of arguing she pulled me into a hug with Sarah. At that moment I realized two direct things. The first was that I was hugging my sister while I was in a complete state of undress. In that instant the old part of me that screamed about eternal damnation began sounding out clear again. I struggled to ignore it. I needed to ignore it. Sarah needed to know that she had people to depend on. After a moment Pinkie relaxed her hug on us and let us step back. I quickly walked over to the closet and pulled out a pair of sweatpants and pulled them on. I found one of my button down shirts and tossed it to Pinkie. I watched as she caught it, pulled it on, and began buttoning it up. The shirt was a long one and was long enough to extend a little past her hips. Anyone who ever said that seeing their girlfriend wearing one of their dress shirts wasn’t one of the sexiest things they had ever seen was full of it. Sarah seemed to relax once we in more of a state of dress. I wanted to show her the world outside wasn’t evil. That the people here wouldn’t want to take advantage of her. Pinkie had shown her the Arcade yesterday, and Sarah had enjoyed it. She even seemed to like Mr. Anderson, but I could see the hesitation on her face. It was the same for me when I got away from our family. The moment I escaped from the community I had set out to do everything I could to live on my own. Getting a book accepted by an agent was the first move, and from there Paul had made sure that several publishers had looked at it. The book sales had pulled enough in to let me get a place to live, and the movie deal had cemented my ability to live comfortably. Paul was right though. I would need to continue to write, and meeting with the fans of my work would help make sure that I stayed fresh in the minds of those who were reading my work. Still, everything that had happened for me was because I had broken away from the repressed community I had come from. I had learned there was a wide world out there, and then My Little Pony had helped me realize how important friendships could be. Sarah had only left because she was frightened, and she was still getting used to this kind of life. I… No, we needed to help her. I knew that Pinkie would do everything she could to help make sure that Sarah adapted, and it would include hugs, excited trips to different places, and all of the fun that Sarah could stand. (Pinkie’s POV) I just want to huggle and snuggle Sarah and let her know that everything is going to be okay. She acts so much like Fluttershy, and it’s sad to know that her parents were such meanie, meanie pants. I just want to give them a good swift kick in the plot and ask them what in the world is wrong with them?! They’ve made two beautiful, wonderful, and sweet ponies, well… Andy and Sarah aren’t ponies, but they sure could be easy enough! But they made these wonderful foals and then they worked so hard to break them! It makes me so mad to think about that! Andy has been so sweet, so I know that his parents had the potential to be sweet, but instead they were so mean! If Andy and I ever have foals I don’t want his parents to get to know them. I don’t want them to try to do to them what they did to Andy and Sarah. I walked over to Sarah. Today I need to make her smile. Today we’re going to go out, and have some super funalicious fun! The best way of helping to make her so happy is to throw her a party! I know that Mr. Anderson will let me throw her one at the Arcade, but I want to throw it somewhere special. I grin as I think about the place. Downstairs! Andy has an entire building that he doesn’t use, and I’ve seen the big kitchen on the first floor! It’s perfect! I can see if Mr. Anderson will send over Richie, Diane, Opie, and David to help, and oh… I can invite those nice foals that I had a party for a few days ago! It’ll be so much fun! > Sweets, Love, and Money Talks > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- I See Pink Sweets, love, and Money Talks A Pinkie Pie Romance (Pinkie’s POV) The streamers and cover the entire first floor of our home. Andy said that he wants me to help decorate the rest of the house! Oh, I wonder if we can do it in Pink? Like that pink the room I let Sarah have! That would be awesome! We could do one floor in pink, and another in blue, and the last one in snazzleberry! The thoughts about snazzleberries makes me grin. The little blue, with orange polka dots, berries were one of my favorite berries to go and pick for my super specialarific cupcakes I used to make for the Cakes! I need to ask Andy if we can look for them at the market when we go again. It’s actually been nice to go to that corner store, and Mr. Richards has been nice enough to introduce me to the grapples! I bet that Applejack would have loved to have these at Sweet Apple Acres! She could have made grapple pie, grapple jelly, and grapple fridders! I feel Andy’s arms around my waist and I lean back against him as he pulls me close. He’s opened up so much. It makes me feel so good that he wants to be with me, that he loves me, and that he’s willing to share all of his life with me. I know there’s a part of him that doesn’t want to share the grimey parts of his life with me, but it’s good that he does. I’m an Earth Pony, and part of what we do is share the burden. I want to share his burden, and I want to make him smile. I look to see the elevator open. Richie and Opie wheeling out a jukebox. Andy had took me down to the basement before and there was lots of old arcade games, the jukebox, and a pool table. He said that one of the things he had done when he bought the building was to convert the basement into room for some coin operated video game cabinets, and a few other things that he thought he wanted. I watched as they moved the jukebox into the corner, plugged it in, and selected a record number. I listened to the song playing through the speakers of the old jukebox. I gently grind my hips against Andy, and I can feel him stiffen in more than one way. A grin crosses my face, and I want so badly to take him upstairs for a little while. I slowly stop, turn around, kiss him, and hug him tightly. “Afterwhile,” I promise. We get back to work on getting the party ready. We’re nearly ready, and I watch as some of the foals I’ve given parties to before come in with their parents. They’re so happy to be here, and their parents look so glad to have brought them here. Suddenly I feel my teeth getting jittery. “She’s coming down! Everyone get ready!” I give the whispered shout and soon the lights turn off. The elevator door opens again, and Sarah steps off into the dark room. “Pinkie? Andy’s Igor thing said that you needed me to come down here? I don’t like this… It’s too dark,” she whispered. “SURPRISE!” I yelled with everyone as the lights came on. Sarah reminded me how much she was like Fluttershy in that moment. She practically fell over, and then she tried to back away from the party. I ran over to her, helped her up, and brought her over to the middle of the floor. I cut her a piece of cake and watched as she nervously took it before one of the little ones came up to her. “Hi!” he said. “Hello,” she replied. “I’m Justin! How do you know Pinkie? Did you know that Pinkie works at the Arcade?! She’s awesome! She always doing stuff for us, and she gave me a great birthday party! Is this your birthday party? When’s your birthday? You don’t talk much huh?” I watched as Sarah stood caught off guard by Justin. It made me smile as she finally started talking to him. She smiled, walked with him as he introduced her to his family, and I felt so good about making her feel happier. I pinned up a picture of a pony. “Who wants to play pin the tail on the pony?!” Soon several of the foals I had thrown a party for came running up. I put a blindfold on a little filly, “Around and around you go where you stop no one knows!” I stopped her and pushed her in the direction of the poster. She stumbled, trying to reach the poster, her small fingers clutching the pin and pushing it forward. I watched as she pushed it into wall behind the picture. I ran over to her and brought a cup of punch with me. She looked at where the tail ended up, and we both giggled. I an itch forming, but it wasn’t one that could just be scratched, or not scratched normally. I needed Andy to scratch it, and I wanted him to scratch it for me. I played games, looked at Andy, sang and danced, looked at Andy, made everypony laugh, and then I kissed Andy. The party continued until finally it neared its end. I watched as it wound down. Finally Richie and Opie asked if we needed help getting the jukebox back down stairs. Andy told them no, and let them leave. It didn’t take long to clean up, and once we did the three of us went back upstairs. “I’m really tired. Night Andy, night Pinkie,” Sarah said. I watched as she went to her room. Once the door closed Andy’s arms wrapped around me, I felt him me against him. I grinded against him as he kissed my neck. “Andy…” I purred. ~~~~~~Clop Starts Here~~~~~~ I turned toward him, catching him in a kiss, my hands grabbing onto his shirt and pulling it up. The mean shirt didn’t want to come off at first, but then we broke the kiss for a second and it flew off of him. I felt him pull my shirt up and off. He kissed me again, and then he kissed down my neck. I stopped him. He looked puzzled for a moment. I kissed down him, my fingers finding the button of his jeans. I pulled them down, and I looked at a part of him that had become one of my favorite things. It stood out proud, and I tasted it. It didn’t taste like frosting, and it wasn’t sweet, but it tasted like him, only a little different. I gave it another lick, because both mama and Mrs Cake had said that you needed to give something a chance to see if you liked it. I didn’t just like Andy, I loved him, and I wanted to make him happy. I placed my lips around it, moved foward and I felt him fill my mouth. His hands went to the back of my head. “Pinkie,” he softly moaned. I moved my tongue like I was trying to smooth out a piece of rock candy, and I felt that part of him twitch. I felt his hands pull me further down. I moaned softly as I did this for him. The taste of him filled my mouth. “Pinkie… I’m… I’m going to…” he moaned. I picked up the pace. I wasn’t sure if this was right, but it felt right. Andy has been so good, so sweet, and I want to shoulder his burdens with him. I wanted to make him happy in every part of our lives together, and I wanted to see what this tastes like! I felt him tighten, there was a moment when the part of him in my mouth twitched and then something squirted into my mouth. It felt creamy, like warm frosting, but it didn’t taste like it. I pulled back and looked up at him. He smiled at me. I felt him help me up, and he walked us toward our bed. He kissed down me again, and I felt him tug at my pants. I raised my hips and soon I felt him licking on me. “Andy…” I moaned. He had done this for me before. It felt so good… I could feel my party cannon ready to explode, and he kept going. His tongue moved deep inside of me, touching, caressing, loving, and giving me the greatest feeling I could ever wish for. My fingers wrapped up in his mane, my thighs tightened around his head, and I cried out as I felt my party cannon explode. I could feel my hips thrusting, my entire body tingled, and when Andy got up he crawled up me. Our lips touched, and I felt him pressing against me. He pulled back and I smiled. “I love you,” I said. “I love you too,” he replied. I felt him push forward. He entered into me, and I let out a soft moan as he made us one. My hips moved to meet his. I felt him as he did something for us. He turned us over, and I was suddenly on top. ~~~~~~Clop ends here~~~~~~ (Andy’s POV) The party was fun, but this was so much better. Pinkie is sweet and wonderful, but I know that she was teasing me earlier, and I’m fairly sure it was so this would happen. forty-five minutes of pleasure followed by the mare I wanted to spend the rest of my life with lying by me. She snuggled close, and I kissed the top of her head. Tomorrow was going to be interesting. Sleep began to creep upon both of us. Pinkie’s warmth covered the both of us. There wasn’t a need for a blanket, or a sheet, to cover us. I was perfectly warm with Pinkie beside me. The flickering thought of meeting Paul tomorrow briefly came to mind. I gently stroked Pinkie’s back and she responded by kissing my neck. I didn’t feel guilty holding her, or for making love to her earlier. The forced shame that had drilled into my from the time I could understand words was all but gone. I owed it to Pinkie. I owed finally being happy to her. She was real. Every part of her was real, and that included every strand of hair on her head. I had realized how real she was over the time she had been here. Each day she proved herself to be sapient. She wasn’t like Igor. She wasn’t an artificial intelligent servant that learned the preferences of its owner. I was so glad that she wasn’t like Igor. I didn’t want her to be like him. I wanted her to be herself. I felt one of her hands moving down my stomach. She stopped short of what I had hoped was her goal, and she giggled a little before kissing me again. I turned my head, kissed the top of hers, and let sleep take me. “Master, you have an appointment to meet Mr. Leslie at Godfather’s Pizza! Master, you have an appointment to meet Mr. Leslie at Godfather’s Pizza!” Igor’s nasally voice screeched over the intercom system. I woke up and looked at the time. At least Igor had remembered that I liked to be reminded every fifteen minutes about the appointment, and that I liked him to start an hour early. I felt Pinkie move, she opened her eyes, yawned, and stretched. When she did I wrapped my arms around her, rolled us over, and ended up with me on top of her. She looked up at me with surprise, and then she smiled seductively while she got into a far more comfortable position. “Pinkie, good morning,” I said before I leaned down and kissed her. I pulled back after a moment and she let out a happy sigh. “Good morning Silly Billy,” she said. Something I had learned fairly quickly about my beautiful marefriend was that she caught onto things really quick, and I didn’t know where she learned it, or if it was something natural to her, but the way she tried to look innocent and bat her eyelashes was seductive in its own way. It was almost as if she telling that everywhere else she was the sweet mare she had always been, but here in this bed room with me she was a mare with wants and desires that she wanted fulfilled. I let my hands move down her sides, finding her wonderful ass, and I gently squeezed it. She let out a near quiet squeak before rolling her hips forward. “Andy, it’s not nice to tease,” she said. I considered that she had teased me last night, but I couldn’t do that to her. I leaned down, kissed her, feeling her deepening it. Time seemed to stand still as we explored each other again. It never really grew old. It wasn’t until I heard Igor’s voice announcing the meeting that I realized how late it was getting. “Pinkie, we need to get ready,” I whispered as I tried to get up. She hung onto me tightly. “Do we have to?” she asked batting her eyelashes. Any doubts that she didn’t know what she was doing was quickly going out the window. I realized that Pinkie had learned how to play me, and I didn’t mind it at all. “We need to. Paul’s going to expect us at Godfather’s before too long,” I said. She made a pouty face as she let me go. I walked toward the bathroom connected to our shared bedroom and opened it up. “Of course, it’s getting late enough that to save time we should really shower together,” I said. A bright smile crossed her face and before I could blink she had already made it into the bathroom and had the shower running. I was going to have to remember the rule that this was Pinkie being Pinkie. After our ten minute shower, well, more like five minute shower with some fun thrown in, we both got dressed, and I walked out to find Sarah already dressed. She looked at me and I could see that she was still bothered by some of the things that Pinkie and I were doing. I could understand the reasoning for it. She needed to heal, and the wounds our parents had left in her were still raw and festering. I began to think of a way that I could help her, and in truth the very beginning of helping myself was happening onto a still active brony website. I had never known a group to be so accepting, tolerant, and open before. From there I discovered the show, and I was instantly hooked. The brightly colored world, the wonderful adventures, and of course the excited ball of energy that was Pinkie Pie. The show had helped prepare me for learning about friendship. I know that it was the reason I wanted Pinkie Pie. The reason I wanted a friend, and through that friendship I found the wholeness I had been longing. There was a line from J.K. Rowling’s work that perfectly summed up what had happened. ‘Happiness can be found in the darkest of times if one only remembers to turn on the light.’ “We’ll find a way of turning on her light,” Pinkie said as she squeezed my hand. Seriously, how does she keep doing that? Godfather’s pizza was a good eighteen blocks away, and I had no intention of making all three of us walk over there. Instead I figured it was time to take something else out. Since petroleum was so scarce it didn’t make much sense to have something that actually required gasoline or diesel to operate; however, having a completely modified to electric automobile was a different story. Pinkie had stared at the salmon crème colored Expedition. On the top of solar panels were securely attached and feeding power straight into the large gel battery pack that made up the most of what had been the storage and back roll of seats. We climbed in and I turned the key. The altered gauge showed that the Expedition had about half a charge. I showed them the seat belts and quickly fastened my own. The followed suit we pulled out of the storage building I had the Expedition parked in. We began to drive forward and I did a quick mental check. This was the first time in four months since I’ve driven it, so that meant that I needed to have the original parts that hadn’t been altered serviced. I winced at the thought of that. The Expedition was fun to drive, but it was almost too expensive to keep maintenanced. Still, it was worth driving today. I watched as Pinkie began to play with the window control, and when that proved to be a little boring she moved on to the radio. She moved it from country, to pop, to rock, to metal, before finally she landed on a station that played nothing but party music. It was a mixture of everything we had just listened to, but it had one unifying theme to it, and from the looks of it Pinkie couldn’t be happier. The drive didn’t take exceptionally long. The fact that there was maybe sixteen private own vehicles, a little more than two dozen taxi cabs, and the small fleet of buses did have a role in that I believed. We pulled into the parking lot of Godfather’s Pizza and walked inside. I saw Paul sitting at a table with his current portable console out. Paul flicked off the holoprojected monitor for his console and waved at us. We walked over to his table and took a seat. He looked at Pinkie, then at Sarah, and then at me. “It’s her right?” he asked pointing at Sarah. “No, and that’s my sister you dick,” I replied. He looked at Pinkie who smiled at him. “Seriously?” he asked. “Paul, do we need to cancel this meeting?” I asked. He shrugged his shoulders and breathed out a quick uneasy sigh before he offered his hand to Pinkie. “Paul Leslie, Agent, bookkeeper, and press manager for your friend here,” he said. She took his hand, shook it, and grinned at him. “Pinkie Pie, Party Planner, Baker, and Marefriend of your client,” she said with that same smile. Her voice didn’t sound as warm though. I looked at her to notice that her smile seemed a little forced, and her hair had deflated some. “Yeah, yeah, I’m sure the two of you are quite happy, and that he’s been humping your brains out. Now Andy, we’ve got to talk about this meet and greet. Man, this is our chance to keep the Gravy Train with Biscuit Wheels rolling. They’re talking sequel, and that means an entire line of sequels! This is going to be as big as Star Wars, Star Trek… Hell, this might even be as big if not bigger than Harry fuckin’ Potter!” “Paul, I’m already going, but only if Pinkie comes with me. Actually, I’d like for Sarah to come if she wants to,” I replied. “Are you sure man? I mean… Authors are often considered to be a little strange anyway. Especially after what Samantha Jennings had done, but you’re talking about making a very bold statement here. It might alienate some of your fans,” he said. I could feel Pinkie’s glare, and I was glad that she wasn’t glaring at me. A quick glance showed me that her hair was perfectly straight. “Paul, I don’t care. I want her there. I love her, and I won’t do it without her,” I said. “Okay, okay. I’ll make the arrangements. So, hotel wise… anything specific or would a barn do?” he asked jokingly. “That’s enough!” Pinkie and I both looked at Sarah as she stood up. My younger sister glared at Paul and slammed her hands down on the table. “My brother is happy! It’s the first time I’ve seen him happy, and you’re going to stand there and make fun of the person who makes him happy?! That makes me sick! I hope that he fires you! I hope he tells you to get outta his life!” she yelled at him. Paul sat there surprised, along with the rest of us, as Sarah flipped her seat back over and sat back down. “Ms Pie, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to offend you. I know that I was being rude, and I humbly ask that you forgive me,” Paul said. “I will, but for Andy’s sake,” she said. “Andy, I’ll get everything ready, and I’ll contact you with the information,” he said as he got up, grabbed his console, and walked out. That was the first time I had ever seen anyone put Paul in his place. I turned back to my sister and she shaking a little. “Sorry,” she said. Pinkie was suddenly around there hugging her tightly and nuzzling her cheek. “Don’t be! That was super awesomely awesome!” she exclaimed. > Meeting Friends and being Exposed > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- I See Pink Meeting Friends and Being Exposed A Pinkie Pie Romance I looked at the love of my life as she lay sleeping in our bed. Her gentle smile was still on her face, and I knew that she was going to be a giggling ball of energy when she got up. My right arm had long since fallen asleep, since it was under her, and my left arm was being held by her. She snuggled closer to me, pressing her wonderful ass against me and letting little giggling sounds escape as she continued to adjust herself in the bed. Even asleep she liked to tease me. “Master, the city to city transport train will be leaving in the next hour,” Igor said. I let a groan out. I wasn’t ready to get out of bed. Everything that I wanted was right here. I kissed the back of Pinkie’s head and hear her mummer something about Oatmeal before she out a yawn and turned toward me. “Morning Silly Billy,” she said as her baby blue eyes opened. “Good morning Pinkie, are you ready to go on a little trip?” I asked. “Sure, but where are we going?” she asked. “Well, we’re going to be heading to Los Angeles. Igor has already booked our train tickets, and we’ll need to be leaving in an hour,” I replied. She rolled on top of me. I felt her grind her hips against me for a moment before leaning down and giving me a kiss. “Okie Dokie Loki!” she exclaimed as she broke away from the kiss, got up, started toward the shower, and looked back at me before she raised her tail. “Do you want to save time with me?” she asked. I smiled, got up, and followed her into the shower. A good part of my life I had been told a few things, and one of them was that cleanliness was next to godliness. If that was true then I was being extremely sacrilegious with Pinkie in that shower. There was nothing clean about what we were doing. Not when her hands were flat against the front wall of the shower, or her back, ass, and tail were pressed against the glass door of the shower. It wasn’t until a good fifteen minutes into the shower that it became a real shower and we repented by actually cleaning up. Once we turned the water off we both stepped out and began toweling off. Pinkie quickly went through her wardrobe and I watched as she selected a pair of sky blue yoga pants, slightly altered by Mr. Anderson’s wife Trudy for Pinkie’s Tail, and then she dug around and produced an old Andrew W.K. shirt with Party Hard across the front, under his picture, and the lyrics on the back. She quickly pulled on the shirt, a pair of sky blue panites - to match the yoga pants, and then her yoga pants. She did a quick twirl, and then she bent over to check something. Instantly I thanked whoever it was that created yoga pants. If there was an afterlife may he be surrounded with whatever it is that made him happy. We walked out of our room and I saw Sarah getting out of hers. The last month I had seen Sarah blossom by leaps and bounds. She had began opening up, talking to people, and she even went against the doctrine of the religion we were both brought up in and started dressing in clothes that had color and even got her hair cut. Still, in comparison to Pinkie she was dressed a bit more consertively. I watched as she walked toward us in a pair of jeans and a red t-shirt. Her classic Chuck Taylors’ All Star squeaked with each step. I grinned as she stopped, looked at her shoes, and then looked at me. “They squeak,” she pointedly said. “That’s what real rubber soles do,” I replied. “Where did you get these?” she asked. “I found them in Amazon’s virtual warehouse. I figured you might like having a pair of tennis shoes compared to those uncomfortable things you had to wear,” I replied. “Thanks,” she said before she gave me a quick hug. And then we both felt the bone creaking hug from Pinkie. “I’m so glad it was huggle time!” she excitedly said. The three of us walked over to our luggage we had packed the previous night. Actually Pinkie was the one who suggested it. She said it was one of the things that Twilight would do, and that Twilight almost always was ready for anything. So, we all three packed a bag apiece and then placed them by the door. “Igor, run the security protocol until we’re back,” I said. “I understand Master,” he answered in a nasally voice before we walked outside. We walked out and then the sounds of the door locking could be heard. The three of us walked to the elevator, rode it down, and once we got out the hum of electricity to it suddenly stopped. We walked to the front door, walked out, and then it locked. “Andy, what’s Igor doing?” Pinkie asked. “He’s just locking down our home so it will be safe,” I said. She turned around and watched with me as several metal shutters slammed closed. Each window that was on the front of the were secure behind a metal shutter. I felt her grasp my hand and squeeze. I squeezed back and together we turned around and waited. The taxi Igor had set to arrive for us showed up, a few minutes late, but nothing that would cause us to miss our train. We quickly loaded our luggage into the trunk of the converted taxicab and climbed into it. “So, where are you heading to?” the driver asked. “The Station Building,” I replied. He put the taxicab in gear and we took off. Pinkie looked out the window as we traveled down the road of the modestly good neighborhood that we lived in and started to cross into the Stacks area. The roads became broken, tall rusted scaffolds that made up the stacks shot up through the sky. Along the side of the road hulks of broken and abandoned cars sat unused and unwanted. I looked to where Pinkie was looking and saw a kid climbing down the side of the stacks. The young boy had obvious learned that going down the stairs was ill advised, and soon he disappeared between the stacks into the courtyard that was most likely engulfed in shadow. “This is terrible,” Sarah said. “I know, but for about two thirds of city this is home. Most of them can’t afford to live anywhere else. The stacks is about as income adjusted rent as you can get,” I said. “This is where Justin lives,” Pinkie whispered. I remembered the little boy from the party we had for Sarah. He was the same little boy she had given the generic console to for the birthday party she threw him. I felt her snuggle up against me. I gently rubbed her back as we passed the stacks. Toward the edge of the stacks we heard the sound of gunfire, screams, and then absolute quiet. Pinkie had went from just snuggling against me to holding onto me tightly. I held her, kissed her head, and wished that she had never been exposed to this part of the city. “So, where did you get your friend?” the cab driver asked. “The same place anyone gets a good friend,” I replied. “I suppose. Not sure how I feel about this entire Furry business. My Pa told me it was a bunch of sickos in suits back in his day. Guess it’s all about finding a real one now huh?” he asked. I looked up him and thankfully he took the hint. We neared the off white trainstation. The building itself was located in what they tried to call historic downtown, but it was just the local government’s way of saying crumbling part of the city. Our cab driver pulled up to the parking lot, got out, opened the trunk and unloaded our luggage out of the back of the taxicab. He looked at me and shook his head. “Horse fucker,” he muttered as he got into his taxicab and drove off. “Did… did he just call me a whorse?” Pinkie asked. I looked at her and saw her hair trying to go flat. I pulled her against me and kissed her forehead. “It’s okay,” I whispered. “Why are they so mean?” she asked. “They’re not happy. They don’t know what it’s like to be happy, and they hate seeing someone who is,” Sarah said. “Someone needs to turn on their light,” Pinkie whispered. I continued to hold her, feeling her holding me back. “You want to know something?” I asked. “Hmmm?” she asked. “It doesn’t matter to me what anyone else thinks. I love you,” I said. She looked up at me and her hair began to regain its mess of curls. “Andy… I don’t want to be just a kept mare,” she said. “What?” I asked. “I don’t want to be just a kept mare. I love you, but I want what my Mama and Papa had,” she said. “Wait… what?” I asked. “Andy, she’s asking you to marry her,” Sarah replied. Pinkie nodded. Instantly I began thinking about what that actually entailed. As it stood our marriage would be ceremonial only. There was no way that the government would actually recognize Pinkie Pie as a being entitled to basic human rights. Even the term basic human rights implied exactly where we thought that we belonged. Still, even if it was just a ceremony it was something I was more than happy to do for her. I wanted to spend the rest of my life with her anyway. I knelt down on a single knee and I heard Pinkie gasp as I looked up into her blue eyes. “Pinkamena Diane Pie, I love you. I’m not sure how it’s happened, but you’ve captured my heart, and it beats for you. I don’t ever want to be without you, and I’m asking, no begging, that you please marry me,” I said. She shook in place for a moment before she pulled me forward and I felt my face shoved right into her belly. She realized how she was hugging me, and I found myself standing up with her holding me tightly. “YES!” she yelled. “Awww, that’s the sweetest thing I’ve ever seen,” Sarah said. “We need to shop for an engagement ring when we get to Los Angeles,” I replied. The sound of the train caught our attention and the three of us walked into the train station. I walked toward the ticket counter and pressed my thumb against the reader. It scanned my thumb print and then the display screen showed three adult tickets reserved for one Andy Williams, Sarah Williams, and Pinkie Pie. It asked if this was correct, and I pressed my finger against the yes button on the screen. The printer next to the ticket booth came to life and out popped three tickets. I pulled them out of the printer and the three of us walked out to the platform. The train finally came to a stop and when it did a group of armed guards came out and checked our tickets. They nodded to us, opened up for us to enter the train, and then I turned to watch as a few of played what looked a round of Rock, Paper, Scissors before some of them climbed up on the top of the train. For the most part the train cars was divided up into three sections. I checked our ticket and we headed toward the C section of this car. Once there I noticed that there was a small hall between compartments. I stopped when I found the compartment number matching our ticket. I fed our tickets into a digital ticket reader. It acted like an old bill changer as it sucked the tickets into itself. A moment later the printer below it spat out a receipt. I grabbed the receipt and the door opened. We stepped into the room and a screen lowered over the window. I watched as the screen lit up and a cartoonish face appeared. “Thank you for taking Amtrak! We hope that you enjoy your ride from,” it paused for a moment, and I knew the older AI was getting the info from the digital ticket reader, “Oklahoma City to Los Angeles! Remember friends, don’t disembark the train unless there’s an emergency, or you keep your compartment receipt with you!” the cartoonish looking conductor said. “Thank you,” Pinkie said. “You’re welcome,” it said before the screen grew dim, and then it lifted away from the window. I looked at the compartment itself. There was four twin beds made into the wall, a small dining table set out in the middle of the compartment, a counter with a kitchenette made into it and a mini-refrigerator below it, and finally in corner of the compartment was a single room. I walked over opened it up to see a practically empty room. I saw three buttons and pushed the first one. When I did a part of the wall leaned forward the reveal the toilet. I pushed it back and pressed the second button and a drawer unlocked. I pulled it open to reveal the sink. I pushed the drawer back watching it disappear into the wall. The last button I pushed and instantly I was greeted with a shower head popping out, and letting loose a preset stream of soapy water. I coughed and sputtered as I pressed the button again. The water ended, the shower head sucked itself back into the wall, and a towel popped out from a slot that opened on my right. I took it, dried off my face and hair. On my left hand side another slot opened. I slid the towel into it and walked out of the room. “Bathroom and shower,” I said. Pinkie snickered as she looked at me. Over the following two days I watched as Sarah was forced get past some more of her reservations. Pinkie took her shower in the small bathroom, but she dried off out in the room. Luckily I was able to close the shades to the hall, and the screen had a switch to lower and retract itself. As the two days wore on Sarah became less and less nervous about Pinkie being, well Pinkie. She was already used to Pinkie’s personality, but she quickly learned that Pinkie trusted her enough to be naked around her with no problem. Of course I left out the part where it was actually more natural to Pinkie to walk around nude than it was to wear clothes, or at least it had been. Still, after two days of the three of us being a room together, Pinkie and I managing to snuggle inside of a twin size sleeping compartment made in the wall, among doing something else in that cramped space, we finally arrived at our destination. The train came to a stop and the screen lowered again. “Thank you again for using Amtrak! Please exit the train and present your receipt to either the ticket administrator, or the ticket vending unit!” the cartoonish conductor said. We left the train and the three of us walked into the train station. Where the one in Oklahoma City had completely been converted over to an automated service Union Station here in Los Angeles had several working personnel. We walked up to a ticket window and I watched as an elderly woman opened the sliding glass. “Welcome to historic Union Station in fantastic Los Angeles California!” she said. “Thanks, I just wanted to know when I should trade in our receipt for the return tickets,” I said. “Oh, you can do that now, and we’ll keep your thumb print on file for thirty days, or you can wait forty-eight hours and do it then,” she said. “What happens after forty-eight hours?” Pinkie asked. “Well, if you aren’t here to trade in your receipt you’ll be forced to purchase return tickets at the going price,” she said. “Okay, I’ll go ahead and trade it in now,” I said. I handed her to receipt and she quickly scanned it, and then she passed out a portable thumb print reader. I pressed my thumb against it and a moment later it beeped. “Okay, your thumb print is on file, and your tickets will be ready. When you’re ready to catch your train back to Oklahoma City you just need to walk up to any of the ticket windows or to an automated ticket vending unit. Once you do either inform the attendee or activate the vending unit, and request to scan your thumb print for your tickets. Thanks again for visiting Historic Union Station!” she excitedly say. The three of us walked over toward a small taxi kiosk. I checked it over a couple of times and selected a yellow cab for the three of us. The kiosk gave a fifteen minute wait that ended up giving Pinkie and Sarah enough time to walk over to the gift shop. I watched as they looked at clothes on display, and then Pinkie let out a gasp and I looked at what she was looking at. The dress was a V-Cut that showed some clevage, but not enough to show everything, on the side it was cut up to mid thigh. I looked it over and saw the red dress shimmered and shined. Depending on the angles it was viewed the dress went from crimson to a dark pink. “Want to try it on?” I asked Pinkie. She nodded, and I got the attention of the attendant. She walked over got the dress down, and showed Pinkie into a dressing room. I walked over and waited for a moment until Pinkie came out. The dress fit her legs, hips, and waist like a glove, but around her breasts it seemed a little tight. I noticed how it squeezed them together, giving them the appearance of popping out at any moment. “That doesn’t look comfortable,” Sarah said. “It’s kind of squeezing tight up here a little,” she said. I nodded, but my eyes never left her. She turned around and walked back into the dressing room. I could see that her tail couldn’t be comfortable either. Sure, the back of the dress was non existent, but she still had to lift her tail quite a bit to come out of the back of the dress. “It’s okay, I’ve got a nice dress to wear,” she said. “Is it your can can dress?” I asked. She nodded, and I smiled. I could handle seeing her in that dress again. She changed back into her other clothes she had wore into the gift shop, and we walked out to the front. When we stepped out a yellow cab was waiting. A moment later I watched as an older man walked up. He stopped, looked at Pinkie, then at me, and then back at her. A smile crossed his lips and he stepped up closer. “Someone order a cab?” he asked. “Yeah, we need a ride to the Chateau Marmont,” I said. The taxi driver raised the bill of his hat and let out a whistle. “Okay, well let me get your bags for ya, and we’ll get ya loaded,” he said. Despite my saying it wasn’t necessary he loaded up the bags into the taxi and before long we started the ride out toward the hotel that Paul had reserved for us. While I wasn’t exactly sure what to expect I knew that Paul knew my tastes. I didn’t like modern places. Our home was a testament to that, but even the few times I had traveled for the book signing I had requested somewhere that was a little older. Paul had come through by booking me into bed and breakfasts, turn of the century hotels, and rustic setting cabins. Of course each one of those places had modern security and lockdown measures. What I didn’t expect was the huge hotel in the distance. It looked like something straight from the silent film days of Hollywood. The hotel didn’t look like a hotel, but instead it looked like a mansion. The cab pulled up and our taxi driver opened the trunk, unloaded our bags, and I gave him a tip. He nodded, and then looked at me again. “Nice going with that one,” he said. I stood trying to convince myself that he hadn’t been ogling and admiring my now fiancée. I shook my head, walked inside with the girls and we wandered up to the front desk. I pressed the attention needed button on the visitor’s screen. A moment later a young woman walked out wearing a period maid’s outfit. She smiled, gave a little curtsey and stepped behind the desk. “Sir, Miss, and Miss, it is a pleasure to have you here at the Chateau Marmont hotel,” she said in a fake and forced French accent. “Thank you, we have a reservation under Andy Williams,” I said. “Andy Williams, ah, yes you do! You have a suite on the Chaplin Wing! Andre, would you mind taking their luggage, and showing them to suite?” she asked. A young man dressed in a period bell hop uniform walked over. He loaded our bags onto a luggage cart, and then took the key with the number on it. He gave us a smile and led us down a long hallway. About halfway down we found an elevator and boarded it. When it stopped we exited and soon we found ourselves in front of a door. He opened it and stood out of the way as we entered it. “Thank you for staying,” he said holding out a mini tablet. I looked at it, selected five dollars, and pressed my thumb against the reader. It beeped and I handed it back to him. “Thank you sir,” he said as he turned and left. We stood in the large common room. I looked at the doors and opened one set to see a king sized bed. Sarah walked toward the other side of the room and opened another door. I looked toward the door and noticed it had a bed and nearly the same exact setup as the room I opened. “Okay, this will work,” I said. Pinkie walked into the room, looked at the bed, and then jumped onto it. I watched as it seemed to swallow her for a moment and then it tossed her up. The bed rippled, moved, and I shook my head. Paul had gotten us waterbeds. Once Pinkie had experimented with the waterbed again, and again, we finally decided to spend the rest of the day we had before the meet and greet out and about. I walked downstairs and the first thing I had asked about was a jewelry store. The maid directed us to a shop that was just down the road. The three of us walked out and to our surprise the hotel’s shuttle bus was waiting. We climbed on with about four other people. “Ladies and gentlemen welcome to Los Angeles, and specifically to the Hollywood hills! If there’s any place that you want to stop please pull the cord next to you. When you disembark take one of our Place Markers and keep it with you. As long as you have that we’ll know exactly where you are in the city, and we’ll be sure to show up and help make sure you get back to the hotel,” she said. I saw the store and pulled the cord. The shuttle pulled over and Pinkie grabbed a Place Marker before smiling at the tour guide. “Thank you!” she exclaimed. “No, thank you for choosing the Chateau Marmont Hotel!” the guide exclaimed. I smiled and shook my head as we walked into the store. (Pinkie’s POV) “Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh!” I thought as we walked into the jewelry store. I felt Andy grab my hand and I squeezed it back. We’re going to be married! You know I’ve noticed that the people here take the male’s last name… That’s a little strange, but I don’t mind! I mean Andy is wonderful and Sarah is funarific, so I think that being a Williams would be funtactular! I felt Andy stop and I looked at the ring he was looking at. It was a beautiful gold ring with a circular pink diamond in the center. He had the store clerk walk over and I watched as they took it out. I touched it, felt as he placed it on my finger. I couldn’t help myself as I kissed him right there. I felt him back up and look at the clerk. “That one,” he said. “Sir, there are some better rings available,” she said. “No, there isn’t,” he said. I saw him not looking at the ring, but at me. I shuffled my hoof as he paid the mare behind the counter, and we left. He and Sarah talked about what we might want to do, but right now I wanted to celebrate! “How about a party?” I asked. He looked at me and then nodded. I activated the place marker and a few minutes later a different bus thingie came by. We got on, and the stallion talking was almost as nice as the mare on the last bus thingie. He talked to us, and told us about the houses and all of the actors that lived out here. We rode past those houses and then Andy got up and walked up to the guide. The guide nodded after Andy asked him something. “Okay, our next location on the list is the Pre Premiere Party for the upcoming movie New Frontier!” he said. I watched as it stopped and we got off of the bus and walked up toward what looked like a glass building. It sparkled so bright and I could see hundreds of smiles and hear so many laughs. A bright smile crossed my face and I wanted inside of there! Andy walked up to the man in the front and he waved us through. “Andy! I thought that you didn’t like these things!” Paul called from across the room. He walked over toward us and stopped when he saw me. “Oh, Ms Pie, it’s a pleasure,” he said through clenched teeth. “Same here,” I said. I’ve seen all kinds of ponies, and I’ve always gotten them to smile, but Paul was a pony that I didn’t want to get to smile. He was a meanie, meanie pants! “Paul,” Andy said. “I’m sorry Andy, I really am. Look, why don’t we bury the hatchet and get past this. I know that you’re dating my client, and I’m his friend and help make sure that he has plenty of work. So, maybe for his sake we can be civil,” Paul said. I nodded. “Okay, anyway the stars are over there, The bar is there, and the buffet is nothing but cake. Go figure,” he said. I ran down to the table and looked at the spread of cakes there. It was like Mr. and Mrs. Cake had fixed every flavor of cake for Princess Celestia again. I took a piece with extra, sweet, creamy, strawberry frosting… Ooooo… The taste of the frosting filled my mouth and a moment later I felt a hand touching my tail. “Andy, we…” I saw him making his way over. I turned to see a girl smiling at me. “I love ponies,” she slurred. “Ummmm…. Hi,” I said. “You’re so soft… Can I ride you? Oh, wanna ride me?” she asked. “Okay Rachel, you’ve had enough to drink,” an older man said. “Nope, I wanna ride the pink pony… Wow… That didn’t sound right did it Max?” she asked. “In what context sweetie?” he asked. “You know what context I mean! Fuckin’ Tirese said that she couldn’t come to this thing… It wasn’t on the list of things to do… Don’t I look pretty enough for my girlfriend?” she asked me. “Ummmm… I guess,” I said. “You’ll have to excuse her. I’m afraid that she’s going through a bit of a rough patch,” Max said. Andy finally got over and looked at the two of them. “Andy Williams,” he said. “Max Gryphon, and this is Rachel Okayado. Say, aren’t you the author?” he asked. “Yeah, that’s me,” he replied. “I thought so… Rachel, sweetie, the man who gave the green light to cast you is here,” he said. “Green… HI!” she exclaimed. “Hello,” Andy said. “Can I ride your pink pony… I don’t mean your pink pony, but her I mean,” she slurred. “I’d rather you didn. Especially since we’re engaged,” he said. “Oh, you’re marrying the pink pony girl? Good for you… Fight the power! Fuck the man! Fuck him in his tight ass!” she yelled. “Okay, well it’s time to take her home. Seriously she’s not normally like this… she had a fight with her significant other. It ended with badly,” Max said before he picked her up over his shoulder and left. “Pinkie you okay?” he asked. “Uh huh… Andy?” I asked. “Yeah, I want to ride your pink pony,” I said. “Paul! Would you keep an eye on Sarah?” Andy shouted. “You got it!” Paul shouted. I started to lead him over to a darker part of the room when an alarm went off. Water began raining down from the ceiling and guards began escorting us out. We got outside and looked back to see smoke coming from behind the building. Andy activated the place marker and a few minutes later we were riding the bus thingie back to the hotel. We got upstairs and Sarah yawned. “I’m going to catch some sleep,” she said. ~~~~~Clop Starts Here~~~~~ “I still want to,” I said. He looked at me, and together we walked into our room. We worked on each others clothes and in a few moments two piles of damp clothes were lying on the floor as I climbed over him. I love him, but right now I wanted this differently. I was going to be his mare, and I was going to mark my territory. I kissed him deeply, moving down him, kissing each part of him and stopping at his now growing and hardening stallionhood. I touched it with my hand, stroking him, teasing him, and then I turned around. I felt his tongue digging into my party cannon. A moan escaped me, and I began working on him. We’ve done this before, but this was different. This was the first time after we’ve been promised to each other. It made things different. I felt my party cannon getting closer to exploding. “Andy!” I cried out as I felt myself go. I breathed hard, and to my surprise he moved from out from under me. I expected him to turn me over, but instead he moved my tail. I felt him enter me from behind. I was his mare, I was always going to be his mare, but this was the first time we were doing it like this. The first time he was taking me like a mare. “Andy… Andy… ANDY!!!!” I cried out again. The two of us collapsed and the bed nearly threw us off. I giggled as it rocked us back and forward. “I love you Pinkie,” he said. “I love you too Andy,” I replied. ~~~~~Clop Ends here~~~~~ (Andy’s POV) The morning came and so did our wake-up call. We climbed out of bed, and Pinkie sat on making us breakfast with the groceries that was stocked in our kitchen area. We ate the wonderful breakfast of eggs, blueberry muffins, which I was wondering how she fixed them without an oven, and then we went to get dress. Once we were dressed the three of us got ready to head down to the meet and greet. We walked outside to see a car waiting. Paul got out of the front and waved to us. “I’ve got everything covered, so it’s just on to the Century City Mall!” he shouted. The drive was fairly uneventful, but the group outside of the mall was insane. Several guards stood waiting and led us into the safety of the mall. We made it toward the table where I saw Max, Rachel, another man that I believed was playing the engineer, and then there was the first mate. I knew we were breaking some serious rules by not hiring a human to play a part. Still, there stood, in her six foot eight inch glory, a graduate of the Ctar-Ctar Royal academy. Andrew Wesker, the director who was an avid fan of George Lucas, had read my book and instantly knew the look I was going for. I wasn’t sure where he had gotten her, but Aisha Clan Clan was smiling at the crowd. “Okay, Ernie let ‘em in,” someone said. A moment later a rush of people came in and began taking chairs. Instantly I noticed a girl with a large red stallion. I knew him and he seemed to be looking at Pinkie Pie. “Ladies and gentlemen Welcome to the New Frontier Q ‘n A! Naturally our stars and author won’t be giving away any spoilers for the movie itself, but they will answer anything that isn’t going be a spoiler,” the announcer said. The girl next to the stallion raised her hand along with several others. “Who wants to start?” the announcer asked. “I will,” I said. “Okay, Mr. Williams, it’s your ballgame,” he said. “How about you?” I asked the girl who was sitting next to the stallion. “Mr. Williams, first I loved the book. It was a fantastic inspiration, and I thought the fact that you had a relationship between the human captain and the alien first mate was a stroke of genius. What was your inspiration?” she asked. “Well, honestly I’ve always been a fan of the space westerns, and I figured that a couple, regardless of species, that could stay together in the conditions I wrote would be a great couple to read about,” I said. “She’s a fun character to play,” Aisha replied. “What’s your thoughts about having a non-human in a major role?” someone shouted. “Well, personally I don’t see a problem,” Max answered. “Isn’t it kind of like saying they’re the same as us?” someone else asked. “They are,” I replied. There was quiet for a moment before the questions began exploding. We answered everything we could. What was supposed to last for about three hours lasted for five. When it was over most of the folks began leaving, but the stallion and the girl waited. Pinkie stepped off the stage with me and smiled at the stallion. “Big Mackie!” she shouted as she hugged him. “Howdy Pinkie,” he replied hugging her back. “How are you doing?” she asked. “Ah’m fine. I’m staying with Jessica.. We’re…” he started before she touched his arm. “We’re dating,” she said. Pinkie smiled, hugged her, and gave her a soft smile. “Take good care of him, and you’ve both got to come visit Andy and me!” she exclaimed. > Family Matters? > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- I See Pink Family Matters? A Pinkie Pie Romance The four days and nights that had been scheduled for me to be in Los Angeles was finally over, and I had never felt so glad to be heading home. The train ride back to Oklahoma City was quiet, with the obvious exception of being the times Pinke and I tried to cuddle in the little sleeping cubby they provided each of us with. Once we had made it back, and got off of the train, I used the automated kiosk in the station to order us a cab. It arrived after a few minutes and the three of us loaded our luggage, and the amazing amount of oversized shopping bags we had gained, into the back of the taxi. We had passed by the stacks, again, and once more we heard the sound of gunfire, and then there was an explosion. The taxicab dodged some of the flaming debris that was falling. There was a groaning sound and then a thunderous blast. The cab shook violently for a moment, and the driver pulled over. We turned around and looked behind us see dozens of destroyed mobile homes strung across the road. The one stack that had an explosion and then caught fire had slammed into another causing a small domino effect. “Oh God,” Sarah muttered. “Those poor sumbitches,” the driver replied. The sight of the devastation looked immense. From what I could see two of the stacks had collapsed. Hopefully most of the people in the second one got out. I don’t know about the first, but I have a feeling that those who weren’t caught in the fire didn’t have much of a chance. I felt something, and in an instant I realized that what I felt was an arm reaching over me. I looked to see Pinkie grabbing the door, wrenching it open, and trying to get outside. I wanted to stop her, but the look of concern, worry, and determination on her face kept me from doing it. “What the hell is wrong with her? We can’t get out here!” the driver shouted. It didn’t matter because Pinkie was outside of the cab, and I stepped out with her. The cab pulled off to the side and parked, and I watched as Sarah got out and followed us. The inferno that was over three dozen mobile homes, travel trailers, and storage containers roared in front of us. Even being across the street from it was almost too much. I looked around and spotted a public terminal. I opened it, entered in my information, and a moment later Igor appeared. “Master?” he asked. “Igor, I need you to contact emergency services. Fire Department, Ambulance, and Police,” I said. “Of course Master. Master, you are outside of your normal neighborhood, do you know this?” Igor asked. “I do Igor, but there’s been an accident, and we need those services here as soon as possible,” I said. “Of course Master, I shall contact them right away,” Igor said before he disappeared. I felt better knowing that emergency services had been called. I wasn’t sure when they would get here, but hopefully it wouldn’t take them that long. I turned around and saw dozens of people sitting on the sidewalk. One group of them was the little boy that Pinkie had thrown a party for at the Arcade and his parents. They were hugging him, crying, and I could even hear them thanking God that they were all okay. Pinkie stepped closer to me, and I noticed that her jeans she had gotten customized looked filthy, her coat was blackened with ash and soot, and her main was practically flat. “There’s so many that… Andy, there’s so many that didn’t make it out,” she whimpered. I hugged her close and felt her sob into my chest as she cried. I gently rubbed her back knowing that she had done all she could to help the people. I wasn’t sure how she had been able to withstand the heat from the fire, but once more I chalked it up to Pinkie being Pinkie. I felt her hands digging into my shirt, the sounds of her crying made my heart feel like it was going break into a million pieces. I just stood there, holding her, telling her it would be okay, but we both knew that for so many it wouldn’t be. There was dozens, if not hundreds, of lives that just ended. Even though it was obvious she had saved well over fifty people, there was so many more that had been crushed, or burned alive. The sounds of sirens caught her attention and Pinkie turned her head to see a group of police, firefighters, and emergency paramedics pull up. The firefighters began hooking up the purely electric driven fire trucks to the hydrants and working on the fire before it spread to the other stacks. I watched as the paramedics worked with the survivors that were gathered on this side of the street, and one of them came over to Pinkie. “Sir, do I have permission to treat…” he started as she looked at him. “To treat my fiancée, yes you have permission,” I said. He nodded and slowly Pinkie let go of me as he checked her vitals, made sure that she wasn’t hurt, and then tested her lungs to ensure that she hadn’t damaged them running through the ash and smoke to find survivors. When he finished he nodded to us, hit a small button on his belt and a portable printer shot out an invoice. I took it, and then I looked at the people on the sidewalk. There was absolutely no way any of them were going to be able to pay for their medical bills. I knew that the paramedics services were all privately owned, and the ones here in Oklahoma City were either owned by the Glossman Corporation or Rider Farms. The Glossman Corporation wouldn’t give them a grace period, but instead they would start demanding payment in exactly one month’s time. Rider’s Farm would give them three months, but in the end they both did something extremely reprehensible. If someone was unable to make payments they would be taken into indentured servitude, and they would be forced to work off what they owed, along with pay for the rent of their small sleeping quarters, food, and usage of whatever tools were available. It was a guaranteed way of ensuring lifelong employees since they would never pay it off. I wasn’t worried about Pinkie’s invoice. I could pay it off without much trouble. It was a couple hundred credits, but for some of these families a couple hundred credits meant the difference between eating for a week or starving to death, and that would be just one person. I looked at the gravity of the situation, and I felt a long abandoned hopelessness cover me. These families, everything they’ve suffered through, done, and faced would all be void now. There was nothing, absolutely nothing, that they could face other than tons of hard labor, or worse. I snuck a peek at Justin and his family. I might not be able to save all of them, but I could at least help those three. We were there for another three hours answering questions from the police, talking to the paramedics, and finally having Igor making some calls to the Emergency Shelter Center. Once they were called the center informed me, through Igor, that they could only fit fifteen individuals since their funding had been cut. I tried to explain how many people were displaced, but they didn’t budge, and finally the woman said that if there was more than four of the stacks still standing they could find a way to squeeze in with the other families. I walked over to Justin and his parents. All three of them got up, and little Justin wiped his eyes as he looked at me. “Are you guys okay?” I asked. “More or less. I mean we lost everything, but we’ve still got each other,” his mother said. “Mary’s right, we’re together, and that’s all that matters. Thank you… Thank you so much for stopping and trying to help. Most folks would just keep going,” his dad said. “You should really thank Pinkie. I just followed her example. Look, I don’t want you guys to worry about your invoice from the paramedics. I’m going to take care of it. Now, do you have a place to go to?” I asked. Mary shook her head. “Louis’ mother died last year, and they rented out her trailer to someone else, and my father died about ten years ago. When he did the Glossman corporation managed to purchase his home out from underneath us. They claimed that his home sat on adjoining Corporate land, and because of city regulations they could purchase the land without contest upon the death of the original owner,” she said. “Okay, it looks like you’re no worse for the wear, I don’t believe that I’m doing this, but my building is more or less empty with the exception of Sarah, myself, and Pinkie. I don’t allow anything illegal in my home, and the second floor is still all original apartments. You’re welcome to stay in one for a while until we can get you a job, on your feet, and into your own place,” I said. She looked at me, then at her husband, and then back at me. She stepped forward and lowered her head. “What do you want?” she asked. “What are you… Oh God no, no I don’t want that,” I said. “But… I mean you’re offering us a place to stay. No one offers anyone anything for free,” she replied. “Did Pinkie want anything from any of you when she threw your son a birthday party?” I asked. She shook her head, “Just for us to smile.” “Okay, then I’ll charge the same thing. Just smile. Be glad that you’re getting some help, and make the most of it,” I said. I walked them over to Pinkie and Sarah, and then the six of us walked to the cab. The driver looked like he was about to pitch a fit, but he kept his thoughts to himself, and finished driving us home. When we got there I touched my thumb print to a reader out on the intercom. “Master, welcome home,” Igor’s voice said over the intercom. “Thanks Igor, go ahead and disengage the security protocol,” I told him. A moment later the sounds of the steel shutters could be heard as the retracted, then the door unlocked. I pulled on it, waited for the others to enter and we walked toward the elevator. I stopped it at the second floor and we walked down a slightly dusty hall. I remembered the original floor plan from the fourth floor and knew that the biggest apartment was the last one on the right. I walked toward it, flipped open the mailbox on the outside of the door, and pulled out a key. The rest of the building was completely hooked up to Igor, and that included the windows, but the doors in this hallway were still on the old fashioned key and lock system. I pushed the key into the keyhole, turned it, and heard the room unlock. I led them inside to a fully furnished, but still dark, apartment. I touched the intercom inside of the room and waited for a moment. “Yes Master?” Igor asked. “Igor, return power to Apartment 2-8A,” I said. A moment later the lights came on, and the sound of the refrigerator kicked on. “We get this entire place to ourselves?” Justin asked. “For the time being, yes, yes you do, but like I said nothing illegal in my home, and I want your parents looking for some work,” I said. I looked at Louis and Mary, “I’ll give my agent a call and see if he knows of any place that’s hiring. I can promise you that I don’t want anything for helping you, but Paul might be a different story. I’ll tell him not to expect anything, and don’t let him try to talk you into anything either.” I gave Louis the key, and grinned at them. “Igor locks the building down, completely down, at eight pm. I’m putting you,” I pointed at Louis, “and you,” I pointed at Mary, “as guests. That means that you can’t make changes to Igor’s schedules or programs, but he will recognize that you are supposed to be in this building. He will register Justin as supposed to be here to, but he will not allow someone else to come in. Trust me, you don’t want to chance it, and you don’t want on his bad side.” I walked out with Pinkie and Sarah and we walked toward the elevator. “That was really sweet of you Andy,” Sarah said. “I… I wish we could have helped everypony else,” Pinkie sniffed. “I know, but this is about the best that we could do at the moment,” I said. We got into the elevator, rode up, and I let out a satisfied and happy grunt as I put down the oversized bags, and the luggage we had taken with us. I finally felt as though things were getting settled when I heard Igor’s nasally voice over the intercom again. “What is it Igor?” I asked. “Sir, you have two guests, and they are requesting admittance,” he said. I turned on the monitor and the faces I saw caused me to stumble back and fall on my ass. I shook my head. They couldn’t be here. There was no way they would be here. They should have, no they would have counted me as dead, and the moment Sarah left they would have counted her as dead too, but instead there was both of my parents, on my door step. “Sir?” Igor asked. “Give me a minute,” I said. “Oooo, who’s that? Is… Andy, is that your parents?!” Pinkie exclaimed from behind me. I nodded. At first she seemed really happy, and then her hair deflated. Her stare became hard and cold as she looked at them. “They’re the ones that hurt you aren’t they?” she asked. “Pinkie…” I said before she looked at me. I felt her lift me up, with little trouble, and then she kissed me. She nuzzled her still slightly soot covered muzzle against my neck. “Boy, your mother is weak, and she wants to see the two sinners that turned their back on our ways,” my father said over the intercom. “Jebidiah Stop! Andrew, please… Please I want to see my babies,” my mother pleaded. “Woman, yer weak. They is dead to us. You understand that? Dead!” my father yelled. “I’ll be right down,” I said through the intercom. > Pinkie to some Pinkamena to others > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- I See Pink Pinkie to some Pinkamena to others A Pinkie Pie Romance Pinkie walked toward our bedroom and shower. A small part of me relaxed, but then again this was Pinkie. She had the ability to do things I didn’t understand, and I didn’t want to. Trying to understand it would only take away from being with her. I didn’t need to understand everything to be with Pinkie. I just need to know and understand that she loved me, and that I loved her. There was one thing I understood all too well. Pinkie had a protective streak. She had gotten visibly mad when she heard about what my parents had put Sarah and me through. I hoped this wouldn’t end up hurting her. As I made my way to the elevator I considered everything that could happen. There was absolutely no doubt in my mind that some part of this was going to end badly. I considered telling both of my parents to just leave, but the sadness in my mother’s… no, my mom’s voice cut through any resistance I had. I didn’t want to make her sad. My father did enough of that. Thinking about it as I rode down the elevator brought up old memories of him talking down to her, telling her that she wasn’t worthy of the kingdom of God because she was so weak. I hadn’t understood when I was just a little kid, but I understood now. He was a bully, and he wanted to keep her in a place where he could control her. He did the same to me, but he had left Sarah alone. I never hated Sarah for not being put through what I had been, or our mom had been, but I had wondered, for a long time, what was so wrong with me that I had been singled out. I opened the door and I felt two arms wrap around me. My mother peppered my cheeks with kisses. She pulled me into a tight hug, and I returned it. “Boy,” my father said. “Jebidiah,” I replied. He glared at me, turned away, and shook his head. “Please, don’t fight,” my mother said. “Why don’t you come inside,” I said looking at my mom. She nodded, walked in, and my father walked in behind her. We walked toward the elevator and in a few moments the three of us were on the fourth floor. “So who owns the building boy? I’m guessing that you’re a renting. It’d make sense that you would be. After all, you never planned ahead,” my father said. “I bought the building after my second book hit the top twenty selling list,” I replied. “You should have bought something different. This building is ugly as sin,” he said. “Jebidiah please, not right now,” my mom said. “Woman, are you wanting me to commit a sin and tell a lie? Is that it? You want that I should burn alongside of our heathen children?” he asked. “I’m agnostic. I’m not a heathen,” I replied. “You don’t believe in the one true faith laid down by God, through his son, and then to the great Pastor Phelps,” he replied. I shook my head. I didn’t know how he could believe in anything that dead man had preached. It went against everything he claimed to believe, and it wasn’t just him, but the entire community was like that. They studied a religion that talked about acceptance, tolerance, and love, but they had filled it with hate. It seemed so needless to be filled with that much hate. I looked at my father as he looked around for a moment. “Andy, I thought that I…” Sarah started to say before she stopped. “Sweetheart?” our mom said. “No, I’m not going back,” she declared. “Young woman you cost us some cattle, and you cost me my spot on the community council! I ought to drag you back, and make you marry that boy!” our father shouted. “She's happy here,” a sweet, but cold voice said. I turned to see Pinkie. She was wearing a clean pair of yoga pants, I saw no outline of panties, a tank top, and her hair was perfectly flat. She walked over to me, kissed my cheek and looked at my father. “Sarah is a funtastic person, she’s a wonderful sister, and she deserves to be happy,” Pinkie said. “What in the hell is this?!” my father shouted. “This is my fiancée Pinkie Pie,” I said. I watched as my father’s face got red. Veins stood up under his skin, and he looked more pissed than I had ever seen him. “Yer gonna burn in hell! Is that what you want boy?! You want to burn in hell because you had to go and find something that ain’t a bit natural?! Is that it?!” he screamed. “Get out,” I said quietly. “What?” he asked. “Get out. Leave. I don’t want you here. Mom, you’ve been kind, and you are welcomed to stay, but you… Get out of my home,” I said pointing to my father. I didn’t see the punch. I felt it, but I didn’t see it. I stumbled back and saw my father wrapping something around his hand. “I’m gonna do what I should have done when you were home boy. I’m gonna beat some damned sense into you!” he shouted. I looked up to see Pinkie move. She ran forward, kicked her right leg out and caught my father right in the balls. He grabbed himself and fell to the ground. She then grabbed him by his collar, and she started dragging him out of the room. (Pinkie Pie’s POV) Andy can’t be his son. Andy is too good, Sarah is too good, and that means that someone else put some ingredients into the pie that made them. I felt him struggling against my holding him and I stopped. I picked him up and made him face me. “You are an abomination in the eyes of GOD!” he shouted. “And you are a meanie, meanie pants. I don’t know how Andy could come from something as sour as you! He’s the sweetest stallion I know, and I love him! One day we’re gonna have a lot of foals, and we’re gonna have a lot of fun making those foals, and you aren’t going to get to see a one of them!” I shouted back at him. He glared at me, standing there, trying to look all sour like a super sour jawbreaker. I shook my head waited for the elevator to open. I stepped forward, but he didn’t move. Instead he just stood there. I reached out and pressed the intercom. “Igor?” I asked. “Yes Madam, how may I help you?” Igor asked. “Andy’s father is leaving. I want you to make sure he leaves,” I said as I started to push him into the elevator. I felt him push back, and then he hit me. I looked at him in surprise, and he practically growled at me. “I’ll leave, but not before I see what it is that makes my son want to burn in hell,” he growled at me. He stepped forward, his eyes narrow, and his hand pulled back. I put my arm up as he swung at me. I’d seen hoofticuffs before, but I never was really in one! I heard something shatter and looked up to see Andy standing behind him. The both of us had been so focused on what we were doing we never saw Andy. We never saw him come out with a wine bottle, and his father never knew what hit him. Andy helped carry him to the elevator, and we both rode down. I wanted to tell him I loved him, but he looked like he had when I first came here. He looked so lost. When we got to the first floor there was a police officer waiting. “Sir?” she asked. “He was attacking my fiancée, and I knocked him out with a wine bottle,” Andy said. “That was very twentieth century of you,” the police officer said. “What’s going to happen to him?” I asked. “He’ll be charged with assault, and may I ask if he was asked to leave?” she asked. “Yeah, and he tried to push his way back inside, He was being really mean,” I replied. “I can’t do anything about being mean. It’s everyone’s right to be an asshole, but his trying to force his way back in was an attempted breaking and entering. I see him spending the next few years getting very personal on a work farm,” she said. I watched as they took him off and then I felt Andy’s hand on my own hand. I squeezed back and looked at him. I could see him shaking, and I pulled him against me. “You want to have children with me?” he almost whispered. “Andy, I want to have foals with you. I want to have a lot of foals with you,” I replied. “What… What if I end up like him? I don’t want to end up like that, but,” I stopped him with a kiss. Andy’s kisses are always as sweet as candy. It’s kind of like getting a taste of the candy, but to have it you have to taste some more. I pulled back and smiled at him. “Andy, you’re not going to turn into a meanie, meanie pants like your father. I’m going to be here to make you smile, and I always make ponies smile. Besides, you don’t act anything like him,” I said. He hugged himself against me. I felt him still shaking and shivering. Gently I rubbed his back, holding him, and telling him that it would be okay. “I don’t want to be like that. I don’t want to be so full of hate like he is,” he whimpered. “You’re not going to be. Andy, you’re a wonderful stallion, and you’re my special somepony. I love you. I love you so much… I wish that I was better at having serious moments. This is kind of Rarity’s thing, or maybe Fluttershy, but…” and he stopped me with a kiss. I felt his hands move down my back. We closed the door, and moved toward the elevator. I wanted to make him feel better. I wanted to make him smile, and I wanted to help him. “I want to,” he said before he kissed me again, “I want to be the father you think I can be. I want to.” “Madam Pie, Master, you may want to know that your sister is currently viewing everything,” Igor said. I grinned and kissed him. “Sarah, really?” Andy asked. “I was worried that he was gonna try something, but that was really sweet. So, when are you going to make an aunt?” she asked, “Oh, mom says that she would feel better about it if you waited until you were actually married before you started having her grandchildren.” We took the elevator upstairs and I saw Andy’s mom sitting there. She gave him a small smile and walked toward him. She threw her arms around him. “Mom?” he asked. “I’m not going back to the community. It hurt so bad when you left, and when Sarah left it only got worse. Your father was right about one thing. I was weak, but not for what he said I was weak for. I should have stood up to him after I had Sarah, and I should have left with the two of you,” she said. (Andy’s POV) Mom’s confession, her admittance that she wished she would have left Sarah’s and my father after she had Sarah floored me. I knew that he had been rough with her, but I had always thought that she wanted to be there. She seemed to want to please him. It was like my mind couldn’t handle anything else at the moment, and the next thing I knew I was on Pinkie’s and my bed. I blinked and looked at the ceiling. “Andy?” she asked. I looked at her. I looked at the mare I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. A smile crossed my face. She leaned toward me and I caught her in a kiss. She returned it, her hair poofing out more as she leaned into me. She broke the kiss and smiled at me. “Pinkie, I love you, and God knows I need you,” I said. We kissed again. There was something in me that felt freer than I’ve felt in a long time. I couldn’t say that I wasn’t still broken, but I felt better. I pulled her up on me, and I began kissing down her jaw, to her neck, and then down to her shoulder. She moved back and lifted off her tank top. I felt her pull me against her breasts, and it felt amazing and safe there. I felt her holding me, kissing me, letting me know how much she loved me. “I love you too,” I whispered as sleep took me. > Planning on a Perfect Day > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- I See Pink Planning on A Perfect Day A Pinkie Pie Romance The last three days had been hard. I rubbed my eyes as I sat up on the side of my bed. I had seen my father arrested and removed from all of our lives, possibly for the rest of our lives, and then there was opening up another apartment for mom. I believed that I should have been more surprised about how well my mom and Pinkie was getting along. Then again Pinkie could almost get along with anyone. I took a moment to myself. I was tired, but it wasn’t just normal fatigue that was catching up to me. It was so much that had happened. Facing off against my father, revisiting a part of my past that I was happy to leave buried behind me, and knowing that I wasn’t alone had drained me. I felt two arms wrap around me, a pair perfect squishy breasts pressed against my back, and I felt a soft muzzle leaning against my shoulder. “I’m gonna squeeze the sadness right out of you,” Pinkie said. I grinned and she tightened her hug a little before she let go and came around to where I was. She quickly took a seat on my lap and kissed me. I couldn’t help but smile through the kiss as she resumed hugging me. My arms went around her, hugging her back, and I couldn’t help but enjoy the closeness we had. “See, don’t you feel better with a smile?” she asked. “I do. I love you Pinkie,” I said. “I love you too silly billy, and you know what today is right?” she asked. She broke the hug and scooted back a little. I could see the way her eyes were sparkling, and I knew whatever it was had to be important. It was important and making her happy. My mind suddenly wrapped around the knowledge of what today could possibly be and I closed my eyes almost wishing to be back asleep. I wanted to do this, but I wasn’t sure if I was really ready to go out and get started already. “Wedding planning day,” I said in a whisper. “Yepperoni! We need to talk to Mr. Anderson, and then we’ve got to sample some cakes and ice cream. Say, do you think they could make an ice cream wedding cake? That would be so good! I mean it would ice cream, cake, and frosting….” she said letting out a near orgasmic sigh. I smiled, kissed her neck, and felt her move a little. She went from simply sitting on my lap to straddling me. “That feels really good,” she said as she ran her hands through my hair. I pulled back and looked up at her. “I’m hoping that I can you to talk about me the say way you do for frosting,” I replied. She grinned, leaned forward, and kissed me. I felt her grind her hips against me, the feeling fully awakened a part of me I was sure that Pinkie was wanting to have awake. ~~~~~Clop Starts Here~~~~~ Pinkie’s warm hands lay on my shoulders as she gently pushed me down. I felt her adjust herself slightly, and I could see the need in her eyes. In truth it was something we both needed. I had wanted to be held, but I felt so spiritually and emotionally drained after my father’s visit that I couldn’t even entertain the idea of being with Pinkie in the way she needed and deserved. I didn’t want to treat her like an object, something to be picked up when I needed to feel better. Instead I had elected to try and get to feeling better with hugs and snuggles, as she called them. This was new ground though. I had let Pinkie take over before, giving her dominance over how fast or hard we did things, but this was the first time she had taken that dominance straight from the get go. I felt her slide her wonderful body against my own. Her naturally curvy figure pressing against me, and then she sat up. She moved once more, and I saw what she wanted. I stuck my tongue out, getting the taste of her that was presented to me. A moan escaped my mouth and traveled up into her as she engulfed my manhood. The warm feeling of her mouth, the wonderful feeling of her tongue, and the happy moans she let out began pushing me to the point of release. I felt her tightening and clenching around my tongue. I quickly found her nub and when I did she let out a small moan that vibrated through me. Her thighs closed in tightly against me as I felt her mouth leave me. “ANDY!” she cried out. I felt the hot rush of her orgasm as it went off. She shakily moved her leg over me and nearly dropped down onto the bed. I looked at her and she turned over. There was a smile on her face, a happy contented smile. She grinned at me and opened her thighs. “Please?” she asked. I found myself buried inside of her after a brief moment. Her hips began meeting mine. The need, the want, and the desire to have her was amazing. I wrapped my arms under her, lifting us up into a sitting position, and I felt her hugging me tightly as I buried myself as tightly as I could into her. I felt myself spasm, and a moment later I had emptied into her. “I love you so much,” I admitted. “I know, and I love you too,” she replied. ~~~~~Clop Ends Here~~~~~ We finally released our hold on each other. The look on Pinkie’s face was one I had not tried to take for granted. It was a happy look, but it was one she only had around me. It was a look of love, and it was something that she shown just to me. (Pinkie Pie’s POV) I smiled at Andy, and I enjoyed the tingly feeling that was inside of me. Today was going to be a good day, and I wanted us to have a great day, but before I could do that I needed to have him. I got up, reached for his hand, and he took mine. Together we walked into the bathroom, and I turned the water on for us. We both got into the shower and I started helping him clean off. Mama had always said that it was an Earth Pony’s job to share the burdens. She said that if someone you loved was hurting it was your job as an Earth Pony to take some of that hurt and carry it yourself. I had always thought that making ponies smile was my way of sharing the burden, but with Andy it’s more than that. Sharing the burden with him was letting him know that I love him. As we showered I gave Andy a kiss, and then grabbed the body wash. It’s a three in one, and I wish we had this in Ponyville! The smell of peppermint flowed over us as I started washing the both of us. Andy helped, and I let him. I wanted to share his burdens, and I wanted to share our happiness! The feel of the hot water was wonderful, but the shower ended too soon. We got out and Andy handed me two towels. It’s sweet of him, and I quickly dried out my mane before moving to my coat and tail. I looked over to see him dry as well. We walked into the next room and got dressed. I find a pair of baby blue pants, and a thought crosses my mind. A foal, I want to feel a bun in my oven. We did make love, I like that, make love, it’s sounds so much better than mating or rutting. It’s like making candy, and like candy it’s sweet, and usually it leaves me wanting more. But we made love when I was in heat. My eyes widened as I thought about what that meant. We made love while I was going through my heat, and that means that there’s a good chance I might be carrying our foal! I touched my belly and let my hand rest there. “I hope you’re in there… my little Strawberry,” I whispered. > Family Bonding and an Awkward Breakfast > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- I See Pink Family Bonding and an Awkward Breakfast A Pinkie Pie Romance (Pinkie Pie’s POV) I smiled as I was woke up by snuggles. I could feel Andy’s arms around me, and the sweet way he was holding me against him. My tail flickered lightly as we lay in bed, and I felt my tummy rumbling. I wasn’t sure what it was that I was wanting, but I knew that I would know what it was when I went to the kitchen. I gently moved out from under his arms, turned and gave him a small kiss on his cheek. “Love you…” he mumbled. “I love you too silly billy. I’m gonna fix some breakfast,” I said. “Oatmeal,” he replied. “Oatmeal, are you crazy? Yuck,” I said. “Whatever you fix will be fine,” he said before he settled back down. I grinned and let him fall back to sleep. It was such a nice sleepy morning I didn’t want to worry about getting all dressed. I quickly looked through our closet and I found one of Andy’s shirts. I pulled it on, loving the way it felt, and the smell of it. The smell reminded me of Andy. It was the way he smells when he gets out of the shower and starts to get dressed. Smiling with the shirt covering me, and my tummy telling me it was time to find something yummy, I walked into the kitchen. I opened the cabinets and everything looked so good. There was stuff to make muffins, pancakes, waffles, cupcakes, and anything else that would taste amazing! I really wanted something yummy, something amazing, and something else. I wanted blueberry muffins, but I wanted them with eggs, eggs covered in ketchup? I shrugged, grabbed a carton of eggs from the refrigerator, the ingredients for the blueberry muffins, and I started mixing it up. I looked at the blueberries, and I tried to decide. I could use the fresh blueberries, or I could use the baking ones. I quickly decided on the fresh blueberries. They tasted so much yummier than those freeze dried ones. I began mixing the ingredients for the blueberry muffins, put them in the oven, and then grabbed a pan for the eggs. Eggs sounded so gooooooddddddd, but I wanted scrambled eggs. I wanted scrambled eggs, and I wanted to share them with everypony. The thought occurred to me that I could invite Andy’s mom, Justin and his parents, and we could have a big family breakfast together! I looked at the eggs and smiled. Andy did buy a thirty-six count package of eggs. I began cracking them, and I put them into a mixing bowl. “Hey, C’mon, take a bottle, shake it up. Break the bubble, break it up! Pour some sugar on me! Ooh, in the name of love! Pour some sugar on me! C’mon, fire me up! Pour your sugar on me! Oh, I can’t get enough! I’m hot, sticky sweet, from my head to my feet, yeah,” I sang as I mixed the eggs together. I looked at the huge bowl of raw eggs. I glanced and noticed that the egg carton was empty. Oh well, it just meant a trip to the grocery, and we could get another grapple… Ooooo… That would be so good shaved up into the eggs. I looked back in the refrigerator and found a single grapple. I pulled it out and felt the smooth skin of it. Skin of a grape, insides of an apple, and it tasted like a grape and apple got tossed into a super blender and made something delicious! I cut the grapple into pieces, pulled the shredder down. I quickly worked through it and smelled the delicious grapple as it turned into small strips. I picked one up and quickly ate it. ` “Mmmmmmm,” I moaned as I carried the shaving over to the bowl. I dumped them in, mixed the eggs again, and then we to pouring the mixture into the pan. The smell of the eggs drifted through the house, and I knew that Andy and Sarah would be up before too long. “Igor,” I said. “Madam, how may I be of service?” “Could you tell Justin and his parents, and Andy’s mama that we’re going to have a big breakfast, and I’d like to invite them to it?” I asked. “Of course I shall Madam. Is there anything else?” “Nopearroni!” I grinned and checked the timer for the muffins. They had about three more minutes, and if I ever learned anything from the Cakes it was never take anything out early. Never ever… Those poor cupcakes… they never got the chance to be enjoyed… I sniffed back the memory about the cupcakes. It would be okay, and besides, I was fixing muffins! I wondered if I would need to put frosting on Susan’s and Laura’s, or mom’s, muffins. ‘Cause Sarah did kind of freak out when she learned that muffins are naked cupcakes. I heard the dinger on the timer as it went off and I pulled the muffins out. I quickly closed the oven door, fixed some more of the eggs, put them on a platter, and then I placed it all no the kitchen table. I walked back toward the refrigerator and bent over looking in it. I heard someone behind me. “Want anything special for breakfast?” I asked. “Pie would be nice,” Andy replied. “Ooooo, pie does sound good, what kind of pie?” I asked. ~~~~~Clop starts here~~~~~ “Pinkie,” he said. I felt his hands on my rump and he pulled it apart. His tongue dove into me and I let out a small gasp. I laid my hands down flat on the shelf in the refrigerator as he pushed his tongue inside of me. I felt him pull me closer to him, his tongue doing so many amazing things to me, and I felt him find my little fuse for my party cannon. He gently suckled on it, lightly rolled and teased it, and I let out a couple of moans that I know didn’t make me seem very lady like. “Andy,” I whimpered. He continued to lick inside of me, and each moment that passed I felt like I was going to explode from the feeling. I could feel myself getting closer and closer and then he stopped. I looked under me to see his pants on the ground. A moment later I let out another soft moan as he filled me. I felt him pulling me into each and every thrust. The wonderful feeling of being with him surrounded me, held me, and made me feel so full of love. “Andy, know what goes good with pie?” I tried to get out. “Huh?” he asked. “Lots and lots of cream,” I moaned as I pushed myself backwards against him. I felt his hands move up, grabbing my breasts, pulling me upward some. He tightened, and then I felt us both explode, and then explode again. I breathed out a happy sigh. ~~~~~Clop Ends here~~~~~ “That was woooowww,” I said, “So, what made you want to be a naughty little colt?” “I… I just wanted to be with you,” he admitted. I smiled, grabbed him up into a hug, and held him close. He hugged me back, rubbing my back. “Sir, Madam, your guests have arrived. “Oh! I better go get dressed!” I yelped and ran into the other room. “Guests?” I heard Andy say. (Andy’s POV) I looked at Mom, Mary, Louis, and Justin as they walked in. I took a quick glance toward the bedroom and secretly I glad that Pinkie’s and my little kitchen adventure didn’t last too much longer. I walked everyone to the kitchen table and I noticed Sarah blushing pretty hard. I hadn’t forgotten about her being in here with us, but I hadn’t thought about it either. The fact that she most likely heard us dawned on me. “Morning,” I said. “Good morning,” Sarah said barely looking up from her plate. “Ah, I feel so good this morning!” Pinkie said as she practically danced to the table. “That’s good,” Sarah said. I watched her shift uncomfortably in her seat. Any thought that maybe she didn’t hear us was gone. She had heard us, and she was trying her hardest not to talk about it or bring it up. Inwardly I thanked her for that. The last thing I wanted was to make this breakfast even more awkward than it was already starting out to be. “This eggs are really good,” mom said. “Oh thanks! I don’t know why, but I thought that having a grapple shaved up and put in them would make them taste better,” Pinkie said. I heard something semi liquid squirt out and I looked over to see Pinkie squeezing out ketchup over her eggs and blueberry muffins. I raised an eyebrow as I watched her. She hadn’t done this before. I’ve seen her do some things that I couldn’t explain, but I hadn’t seen her eat all strange like this before. I wanted to chalk it up to Pinkie being Pinkie, but something was definitely off. “This is soooo goooooodddd!” she excited said between bites. “I thought that the two of you were going to wait until after marriage,” my mom said. “What?” I asked. She gave me a knowing grin and then looked at how Pinkie was eating. “Although I suppose we could just start trying to get things started a little earlier on the wedding,” she replied. Pinkie looked up, a little ketchup on her muzzle. “I’d love to move the wedding up! Oh, but we’ve still got to talk to Mr. Anderson, and then we’ve got to get a dress… I really wish that Rarity was here. If she was I know she’d want to make the dress,” she said. “We can still find you a really nice one,” I said. “Actually, I’m a pretty good seamstress. I was thinking about seeing about getting a job with one of the clothing stores,” Mary said. I listened to them discuss Mary helping make Pinkie’s dress, and then Pinkie said that she could do her own cake, after that there was the discussion about where our honeymoon would be. The entire time I looked at my plate of food. The eggs had been delicious, the blueberry muffins had been wonderful, and I wasn’t thinking about the food in front of me. No, my mother’s words had sunken in, and I realized exactly what she meant. I looked back at Pinkie who was being just as bubbly, friendly, and well acting wonderfully like herself. She was practically glowing, and I was surprised at myself for not thinking about it. The first time we had made love she was in heat. She had said that she was, and that meant there was a good chance that we were expecting. There was a good chance that meant I was going to be a father. Thoughts of my own father flooded my mind. Everything he had done in my childhood toward Sarah and me began to make itself known, and a moment later there was a tight hug around me. I smelled peppermint and frosting, and I leaned into the hug. “No getting sad,” she said. “Pinkie… Do… Will be any good at this?” I asked. I felt my chair turning around, and I looked up at her smiling face. She took both of my cheeks in her hands and leaned in for a kiss. “I know you will be. You’re a wonderful stallion Andy, and I know that our foals will be loved. I also know that you’re not going to be anything like your father. You don’t even act like him now,” she said. I hugged her, and pulled her down into my lap. She snuggled up against me and even though everything was changing, everything was truly moving and becoming different, I felt like I could face the future. I could do it because I had her to lean on. > Joy Unbridled > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- I See Pink Joy Unbridled A Pinkie Pie Romance The Arcade has the same smell that it’s always had. I look to see Mr. Anderson smiling as Pinkie is talking to him. The old man nods a few times, walks with her, and motions for me to follow them. I do and the three of us walk out the back doors into the Mini Golf area. Most everyone knew this area was here, but the Mini Golf was so underused that I half expected it to be nearing disrepair. Instead the course was breathtakingly beautiful. I took in the sight of the various small areas and designs until we neared the thirty-second hole. It was here that Mr. Anderson grinned, walked toward what looked like a false mini castle, and pulled out a keyring. He slipped the key into the gate, turned it, and lowered it. Once it was down I followed Pinkie into the castle and Suddenly I was taken back. The entire Mini Golf Course had been surrounded by, what I assumed was, a simple rock wall. I didn’t realize it, but the entire thing was surrounded by this miniature castle. That wasn’t the part that threw me for a loop. He led us straight through another set of doors and into a darkened area. He found a switch and flipped it on. When the lights came on I saw a complete, and faithful, recreation of Celestia’s Throne Room from the show. Pinkie looked at the room and her jaw just dropped. She stepped forward and touched Celestia’s throne, and then she touched Luna’s. She looked around and I watched as she walked toward where the stained glass windows would be. It seemed that right before the window’s would have started was where the room ended. She touched the wall of the Arcade, and then she turned to look at him. “It’s beautiful,” she said. “I’m glad you think so. I want to offer you the use of the entire Arcade, and of course the castle. I’ve got a friend who’s a minister of Dudeism. I’m sure that he won’t mind to oversee the service,” he said. I had to chuckle a little. The Church of the Latter Day Dude was a real church, and they had the tax exemption to prove it, but it also held true to its creed. The practitioners were laid back, accepting, and will to share their sacred beer and pretzels. I considered finding a Christian Minister, but then I stopped. It would be foolish to think that all Christians were like the Community, but regardless my time there had left a bad taste in my mouth. Perhaps it would be better to have a different perspective overseeing the wedding. I felt a nudge and I looked at Mr. Anderson. The older man pointed to Pinkie who was looking over the entire area with awe. Finally she smiled at the both of us. “Thank you!” she squealed before she launches into Mr. Anderson with a tight hug. He laughs, goes a little limp, and then once she lets go he rights himself. “You’re welcome Pinkie. You’re a fantastic employee, and you’re a good friend. I want to make sure that you have somewhere special to hold your wedding,” he said. I took a look around the throne room once more. It was beautifully made. I walked up to the walls and felt them. I half expected to plaster, or something similar, but instead it felt like smoothed over marble. The coolness of the stone wall surprised me. I stayed there, slowly feeling the wall, feeling the perfection of its form. and at the same time the realization that I was going to marry Pinkie had stopped being this solely existing in the future thing. It was now a real, nearly tangible entity that hovered lovingly over me. “Andy?” she asked. I looked at her and smiled. She returned my grin, and then she began to break out into a fit of giggles. “I’m getting married!” she squealed. Pinkie told Mr. Anderson about the date and time she, Sarah, and my mother had come up with. October the second was closing in on us, and right now we were nearly out of August. I stopped and considered what our first winter together would be like. Would she still be pregnant then? If she was would it cause any problems with her carrying our child or children? My mind went back to the home pregnancy test. After breakfast I had Igor order a home pregnancy test from a local vendor. It was delivered about twenty minutes later, and then Pinkie took it. We waited the four minutes for it come out, and then after the wait there was the results. Two little plus signs resided on the test itself. Any fears I had about being a father needed to be addressed and dealt with soon, and I realized that I was going to be partially responsible for a tiny life. We walked out of the Arcade, Mr. Anderson waving back at us, and another hug brought me back to the here and now. “Ooooo, we need to do invitations!” Pinkie said. “Well, we can ask Igor to order them in for us. He can even have what we wanted inscribed or recorded into the cards,” I replied. “Oooooo, can we get balloons on the cards?! Like little balloons that look like my cutie mark? That would be amazing!” “I don’t see why we can’t. Okay, you said that you want to make the cake. Are you sure that you want to? I’m sure that we can order one,” I said. “Nopearooni! I want to do it, and Norman said that I can use the Arcade’s baking station to make it!” she exclaimed. I smiled, and the two of us walked over toward the grocery. I had considered taking the Expedition out today, but I still really needed to have it serviced before I drove it again. If needed I could order a taxi from a kiosk inside of the grocery store. We walked inside and the cool air hits us. Mr Thompson, the owner, walked toward us. I could see him carrying something, and when he’s close enough to us he holds out a Grapple to Pinkie. “I love these!” “I know, I’ve had to up my orders on them. We’ve also got some new peaches in. I’ve got to say that they’re the best peaches I’ve ever tasted. Want a sample?” he asked. I nodded and I was presented with a peach that was easily was almost as large as a grapefruit. I looked at the amazingly large peach and put my thumbs at the top. Using a trick that Paul had taught me I pulled my thumbs in the opposite direction and the peach began to split down the middle. I pulled the peach seed out and then offered half of the peach to Pinkie Pie. She bit into it and then her eyes lit up. I watched as she ate it happily and I followed her example. I’m not sure that Heaven could produce a flavor that wonderful. It was the sweetest, juiciest, and most perfect peach I had ever eaten. (Pinkie Pie’s POV) Oh this peach is sooooo goooooooddddddd! It tasted like it was grown by an Earth Pony! It’s so yummy, and juicy! I felt a little of the juice drip off of my muzzle, and I quickly stuck my tongue out to get it. When I did I noticed that Mr. Thompson’s eyes were on me, and then there’s a smile. He’s such a nice stallion! He reminded me a little bit of Applejack’s cousin Braeburn. I guess it was because of his super friendly nature. I gave my muzzle another quick lick and I looked at Andy. He smiled at me and I gave him a quick kiss. I could taste the peach, and then I could taste him. It felt so good to taste Andy. I felt him pulling back, and I held the kiss for just a few seconds longer. Andy was my special somepony, the father to my foal, or foals, and in less than a month he was going to be my husband! The first place we walked to was the cupcakes! The smell was all around us as we walked into the small bakery. The cupcakes here tasted close to the ones at Sugar Cube Corner. Andy saw a dozen of red velvet cupcakes, and before I could say a word he was walking over to the counter. “Pinkie you want a dozen?” he asked. I nodded and watched as Paula opened a large box and began putting the cupcakes into them. I could smell the sweet smell of the red velvet cupcakes, with strawberry frosting, as Paula finished putting them into the box, sealed it up, and passed it over to Andy. He put the box on the top of the cart he we had with us. We got some eggs, and I found some pickled asparagus that looked so yummy! I also had Andy get some ketchup. We walked past the freezer and I saw a carton of strawberry ice cream, and it looked soooooo goooooodddddddd. I grabbed it, and then we walked to the bread aisle. Everything down through there looked terrible. As we walked through it I wanted to get sick. I don’t know why since I love good bread, and Mr. Thompson’s store has really good bread, especially the fresh baked, but none of it smelled good. “Do we have to get some bread?” I asked. “Why don’t you want some bread?” Andy asked. “It smells funny,” I replied. He held up a loaf, sniffed it, and put it back down. “It smells okay to me… Is all of it doing that to you?” he asked. I nodded. He smiled and we walked out of there. “Okay, no bread. I can handle that for a while,” he said. I giggled as hugged me. It felt so good to be held. We walked to the produce department and I saw those peaches again. It looked like almost all of them was gone. Andy and I walked over to where they were and we got the last eight they had. I also grabbed a package of grapples. I looked at the peaches and I smiled. They tasted like they had come from Sweet Apple Acres, and they tasted like they had been harvested by Big Macintosh and Applejack. I felt a combo coming on… Eye flutter, itchy back, chompy teeth, stampy hooves, and rumbly tummy! I touched a peach and it happened again. “Applejack,” I whispered. “What are you talking about?” Andy asked. “Applejack’s with Big Macintosh! We’ve got to invite her to the wedding! Oh, it’s gonna be so much fun!” I squealed. Andy grinned and shook his head. I’m so glad that he just accepts my Pinkie Sense. He’s not like Twilight… It was fun watching her trying to figure it out, but come on, she uses magic, and that’s basically the same thing! We finished grocery shopping, and headed home. Once we were back, and put everything up, Andy and I laid down for a little nap. “Tired?” he asked. “A little, but I mainly I just want to lay here with you,” I replied. I felt his arms around me, his hands under my shirt, and then I felt his lips on my neck. “I thought you wanted to take a nap,” I said. “I do, but I always want you,” he replied. I giggled as he tickled my tummy. His hands lightly traced up it and under by breasts. He lightly touched, leaving feather like sensations on my coat. I let out a soft moan, and I backed against him. It was tender, sweet, and slow. It made me feel so beautiful, and I even felt like a princess as he gently rubbed his hands down me. His touches were never rough, never harsh, but all of them felt so good. I giggled over and over as he did this. Finally after an hour I lay there in just my panties, his arms around me, gently touching my tummy. “I love you. I love you both,” he whispered as he stroked my tummy. “What if it’s more than one?” I asked. “Then I’ll love all three of you, or four of you, or five of you. Whatever the number is, I love you Pinkie,” he said before he rolled me onto my back and kissed my tummy, “And I love our child or children too.” I smiled. It made me happy that he was happy. He wasn’t ever going to be like his father. > Not Married Yet? Welcome to VEGAS! > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- I See Pink Not married yet? Welcome to VEGAS! A Pinkie Pie Romance I’m still amazed at how fast time can fly. Three weeks had flown by, and now I was looking toward a single week between my life as it is, and my life as a married man. I suppose that I should be more concerned about being married than I am. Paul has told me that this is the line in the sand for a normal relationship, and that this could potentially be the final line in the sand for my fans. I knew it was hard for him to understand, but Pinkie was simply more important to me. I loved my fans, and I was touched that so many of them enjoyed my books, but in the end it was Pinkie who made me happy. I looked over something that Paul sent me, and I shook my head. “Vegas? Paul what are you trying to pull?” I asked myself. “Ooooo, whatcha doing?” Pinkie asked as she leaned over my shoulder. I let out a small laugh and kissed her cheek. “Paul thinks that we need a bachelor and bachelorette party. He even made tentative reservations for us, and several guests, here,” I said pointing to a picture of Circus Circus. “That looks fun! It looks like a big Circus tent! I wonder if they have clowns? Oh! Maybe they have trapeze artists that are also clowns, and they throw pies at each other while flipping through the air!” she said. “Actually Pinkie, this is a hotel and casino. They have a few shows, and I think that the Cirque du Soleil performing,” I said. “Cool! Uh… What’s Cirque du Soleil?” she asked. “Well, I know that it was originally Canadian traveling group that worked like a circus, and from what I know about them I’ve heard that the shows can be fun to bizarre. I’ve never really watched them before, but then again I’ve never been a circus before either,” I said. Pinkie gasped and shook her head. “Never been to a circus?! We’ve got to fix that! How else are you going to know how fun it is to go to the circus and watch the clowns?! You’ve gotta know, you’ve just gotta! Because, I want you to be able to tell our foals all about it, and then go with me to take them to the circus,” she said. I let out a small laugh and shook my head. “So, you want to do this?” I asked. “Uh huh, I’m going to invite Applejack, Big Macintosh’s wife… Jessica! I knew I’d remember! I remember everypony,” she said while she beamed happily, “I wonder if I should invite Apple Bloom… Would this be the kind of thing to bring her to? Oh! I want Sarah to come with me!” “Well I’m sure that Sarah will want to go, and I can arrange for the tickets for all of them for the train, and Paul’s already made the reservations for us to have a couple of suites with plenty of room,” I said. “You should totally invite Big Macintosh! I bet that he’d love to go!” Pinkie was practically beaming with excitement. I nodded. “Igor,” I said. “Yes Master?” he replied. “Igor, I need to arrange for four tickets,” I said before Pinkie held up five fingers, “There’s only four of them.” “Nope, something is telling me you want that extra ticket, and that you need to make room for one more on your guest list,” she said. “Okay, Igor make that five tickets. I need them set to transfer to Big Macintosh Apple,” I said. “Master, do you know his address, or would you like me to search for you?” he asked. “Actually, I know we’ve got it saved, but go ahead and do the search please,” I replied. “Just a moment. Ah, it appears that he lives along with Jessica Apple just outside of Linden California. I can access their street address, but at the moment I have the email for their farm Sweet Nectar Acres. If you want to secure them the tickets and ensure that they get them I would suggest sending them via digital copy,” he replied. It was good idea. They would receive the tickets almost immediately, and there would be no chance that it would get lost in the mail. “Go ahead and do that for me,” I said. “Very well Master. Master, how do you want to arrange their travel? Economy, or private compartments?” Igor asked. “Private compartments. There’s five of them, see if the train has a compartment set up for five or more,” I replied. “Master, there is a train compartment designed for six passengers. Would this be acceptable?” he asked. “Go ahead and book it for them,” I said before looking to see a pink blur of activity, “Pinkie, when do we want to leave?” “Tonight! Paul already made the reservations!” she said excitedly. “Igor, ensure that the tickets are set for them to leave tonight,” I replied. “Of course Master. Master, it appears that they would be arriving nearly a day and a half before you would arrive. Is this still something you want me to do?” Igor asked. “No, set the tickets for the same day we arrive. If at all possible have it arriving nearly the same time would you?” I asked. “Of course Master. Master, would you like for me to reserve them a taxi?” Igor asked. “Actually, since we should all be there at the same time I want you to reserve two taxis. Prepay for them, and make sure that they understand that we’re supposed to go to Circus Circus,” I replied. “Very good master. Master, the tickets have been reserved. I’ve emailed them straight to Ms Apple. Master, the Yellow Cab Company has been informed, prepaid, and they have also gave a reminder that you are now eligible for their preferred customer discounts. Would you like to take advantage of their offer?” Igor asked. “What does it come with?” I asked. “The preferred customer discounts includes discounted rates, a free ride - within fifty miles - every ten trips that average fifteen miles or more. Lastly they will send you a beacon card that alerts drivers for their company that you are in the area, and you will become a priority for a ride when the beacon is activated,” Igor said. “Yes, we’ll take advantage of it,” I said. “Yes Master,” Igor replied. The rest of the morning was a rush to get things together. Pinkie realized that she didn’t ask Justin’s parents, or my mom if any of them wanted to go. I knew my mother wouldn’t want to go to Vegas. She might have left the community, but she was still a long way away from going to Sin City. I went with her down to the second floor and together we asked. As I expected Mom told her thank you, but no. She wanted to stay here, but she did hope that Pinkie would call her and let her know that we were all okay. Mary shook her head no as she showed me some great news. “We can’t. Louis and I found a couple of jobs! I’m going to be working inside of a clothing repair shop, and Louis… He’s going to be working for Yellow Cab! They needed a mechanic, and since he doesn’t live in the Stacks anymore they were willing to hire him! Unfortunately we can’t go, but thank you both,” she said. “It’s fine, and I’m glad that you’re both working. The apartment is open to you both as long as you need it,” I said. “Thank you again. We want to pay rent to you though. You’ve been so kind, and your charging us a smile was kind, but we really want to be able to pay you to stay here. Maybe, if you don’t mind, we’d like to stay here until we save enough back for a small home. It’s been a dream of ours to have an actual house of our own, and this apartment is the first step,” Louis said. “We’ll work it out when we get back,” I said. They nodded. Pinkie and I went back upstairs. We stopped at our bedroom, and she kissed me deeply. “I really, really want to, but we’ve gotta go!” she said. “I know, maybe later,” I said. (Pinkie's POV) This was so exciting! A bachelorette part-y for me, and I was going to get to spend it with one of my bestest friends from Ponyville, and introduce her to my new sister! I grinned as I kissed Andy again. We finished packing, and Andy contacted the Yellow Cab people. They sent another taxi, which I need to find a way of making the taxi drivers here smile, and we got inside of it. I looked outside as we past the stacks and there was two black places where those to scaffolds had held up two of the stacks. It made me so sad that there was so many crowded into those homes. I wished that there was someway we could help all of them. I wanted to make them smile, make them laugh, and make it easier for them to laugh. I felt Andy’s arm reach behind me, and I laid my head on his shoulder. “It’s okay,” he said. “There’s just so many of them that are sad,” I replied. “I know, but right now there’s not much we can do for them,” he said. I nodded, but it still felt wrong that so many of them had to live like that. I felt Andy nuzzling my mane, and that made me smile a little. I was going to be married to a wonderful Stallion, and I was going to give us both a foal, or maybe foals! “Damn shame what happened over there,” the driver said. “We came by when it happened. Pinkie got out and saved several of the people,” Sarah stated. “Well done Ms,” he said looking back at me. “I couldn’t just sit there,” I replied. “You’d be surprised at how many people can. There’s alot of folks that are willing to look the other way. As long as it doesn’t mess with them, cause them grief, or harm their wallet they don’t care. So, it’s good to hear that someone is willing to help those who can offer nothing, well almost nothing, back,” he replied. We pulled up to the station and the driver helped us unload our bags, carry them into the station, and then he left. I liked him. He was so much nicer than that one driver we had. Andy walked over to the automated thing-a-ma-jig and pressed his thumb to it. I watched as it spit out our tickets, and then we waited. Like last time it didn’t take that long for the train to arrive and when it did all of the guards got off and out of the train. They let us in, and I noticed that one of them was smiling at me. “Hi!” “Afternoon Ms,” “I’m Pinkie Pie, this is Andy, and that’s Sarah, so who are you?” “Names John, John Marshall,” he said. “It’s nice to meet you John, John Marshall,” I giggled. “Everybody’s a comedian,” he replied. We boarded the train, and soon it was starting to pull out. As it did that little strange thing like Igor told us about the train again. Sarah decided to read a little on her tablet that Andy had gotten for her. Andy and I decided to snuggle in one of the bunks. I felt him pulling me against him. “Andy, be very, very quiet,” I whispered. “Why?” he asked. “Because I’m hunting for little Andy,” I said with a giggle. ~~~~~Semi Cloppy Scene begins here~~~~~ I heard a moan escape him from. I moved slow, trying not to appear to be doing much, but at that moment I was pulling down my yoga pants and my panties. I sled against him, feeling him pressing against me. A small moan escaped me as I adjusted beside him. Another moment and I felt myself being one with him. I let another soft moan. His hands moved down to my hips, and I felt him pull me back. We took our time, we moved slowly together, feeling what it was like to be with each other, and I felt so happy, and a little dirty. After a little while Sarah went to her bunk. We stayed like that, him inside of me, me gently moving against him. “I love you Pinkie,” he whispered. “I love you too Andy,” I whispered back. ~~~~~Semi Cloppy Scene Ends here~~~~~ The rest of the train ride was fun, and when it was over we were at a huge train station. I heard a voice and I grabbed both Andy and Sarah. I pulled them along until I saw her. She was standing there next to a stallion that was every bit as big as Big Macintosh. “Applejack!” I yelled. “Pinkie? Pinkie Pie!” she yelled back. The both of us ran toward each other and wrapped up in a huge hug. “It’s so good to ya Pinks!” she said. “It’s good to see you too! Oh, this is Andy, and his sister Sarah,” I said pointing to them both. “Hi, I’ve heard so much about you,” Sarah said. “Why thank ya kindly,” Applejack said. “The taxi cabs are here!” another female voice called out. “Thanks Jessica!” Applejack shouted back to her. “Okay so, let’s go party! Whooo hooo!” I yelled. We made it out to the taxi cabs and the night sky was all around us. I could see lights out in the distance, and then we drove down the street. “Landsakes will ya look at that!” Applejack said. “I’ve heard stories, but I’ve never seen it up close,” Applejack’s coltfriend said. “It’s really quite beautiful,” Andy said. I looked at it all and it looked like someone had went through and put so many different party lights up that it was AMAZING! That’s when I saw the huge Circus Tent! We pulled in and the taxi drivers helped us unload our bags. A couple of guys dressed in yellow and blue striped suits loaded our bags up for us and began walking us inside. They took us up to our suites and it was so nice. That’s when I saw Andy’s manager. “Remember he’s Andy’s friend,” I thought to myself. “Boys and girls welcome! I see that you took my suggestion and invited some guests. I thought it would be interesting if we split the boys and girls into two different rooms,” Paul said. “Well, Mac and I are married,” Jessica said. “True…” Paul said. “How about we sleep where we want to,” Applejack’s coltfriend said. “I can learn to live with that. I’ll just let the bellhops take our bags into the rooms,” Paul said. “A little rough on him sugarcube?” Applejack asked. “Naw, seems like he needed a little understanding,” her coltfriend said. Apple Bloom yawned and looked at them. “Ah don’t know about y’all, but Ah’m tired. Ah’m gonna get some sleep,” she said. “Go ahead and call Harold ‘Bloom. Nopony’s gonna mind,” Applejack said. “Sis!” Applejack grinned and I watched as Apple Bloom went into the hotel room and slammed the door shut. “Let’s go check this place out!” I began herding everypony toward the elevator and we rode down to the main floor. That’s where I saw the lights. So many pretty lights! Fancy looking people, Shining and changing color Dance Floor, Live Band! Pretty! Fancy! Shining! Changing Color! "YIPPPEEEE!" "Uh, Pinkie, confound it hold on a minute! Ah ain't never been in a place like this before," Apple Jack said. "I know, isn't it fun?!" "Wow, I've seen pictures of Las Vegas, but this is the first time ever actually being inside of one of the hotels. This is pretty nice," Jessica said. "Nice ain't the word Ah was looking fer. This here is mighty crowded... and why does that fellar have no shirt on? He ain't workin' in an orchard or anything," Applejack replied. "Come on I wanna dance, and have some cake, and oooo... I wonder if they have peach cobbler?!" "Actually, some peach cobbler sounds good. Ever since this happened I've had something of a sweet tooth," Jessica said pointing to her belly. "You too?! Oh I bet Big Macie is excited!" I quickly grabbed Sarah's hand and pulled her over to the dance floor. She looked at me, then at everypony else, and finally breathed out. "I don't know this dance," she said. "Okies, what kind of dance do you know, or like, or wanna learn?" "I know the waltz," she replied. I hoped over to the stage and smiled at them. "How it is Ponygirl?" one of the members said. "Could you do a waltz... Please?" I did my best pout. Rarity had shown me how to do it, and it worked! "Sure thing, Okay guys, lets play them a waltz," he said. "Danke Schoen coming up," the guitarist said. The music began to play and I hoped back over to Sarah. I took one of her hands, put my hand on the small of her back, and smiled at her. "I want to see you smile." She grinned as we glided across the floor. I saw a handsome looking colt standing there, and he walked up to us. "May... May I have this dance?" he asked her. "Ummm, okay," she replied. I watched as they danced across the floor. "That was sur a sweet thing ya did there Pinkie," Applejack said. "She's a good filly, and she deserves to be happy. So, who's your friend?" "Ummm... Ah don't want to talk about it," she said lowering her stetson, "He's kind of an arrogant jerk, but he's pretty loyal, and for some reason he and AJ here have hit it off. I think that she's kind of got a thing for him," Jessica said. "Jessica!" Applejack said in surprise. "Oh, come on. Even Apple Bloom sees the way you two look at each other. I'm halfway expecting to hear another set of wedding bells before too long," Jessica said. I saw AJ's cheeks blush as she looked away. > What happens in Vegas... Doesn't Always Stay in Vegas > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- I See Pink What happens in Vegas… Doesn’t always stay in Vegas A Pinkie Pie Romance (Pinkie Pie’s POV) I felt two arms around me, and my tail flicked against one of the legs tangled with my own. “Morning,” Andy said sleepily. “Morning silly billy. Mmmm, I want some blueberry pancakes. Do they have blueberry pancakes? Maybe with a big slice of pie?” I asked. “I’m in the mood for pie,” he muttered pulling me closer. “And this Pie is in the mood for you, but we need to get up,” I replied. “Nope, bed, with my fiancée, and enjoying each other. That sounds good,” he said. He started kissing down my neck, getting to my shoulder, and I felt one of his hands moving around on my tummy. I could feel him snuggling up closer, and I knew my party cannon wanted a little more attention. Last night… Oh Wowie last night I think we broke the bed. It didn’t squeak before, but now it squeaks, and moans, and it sounds like it wants us off of it! I might not be the embodiment of honesty, but I can’t lie about wanting him. I do want him. I want to have him right now, and I want to make these springs squeak and squawk like when I tried to get that paroit to sing happy birthday. Instead it just ended up saying ‘have some oatmeal’. I mean oatmeal, seriously, are you crazy? A birthday is so much better than oatmeal! Oh, I felt little Andy against my thigh. I wanna to do this, and I really want my pancakes too! He kissed my shoulder, moving his hands up my tummy, and then he stopped. “You want some breakfast huh?” he asked. “Uh huh, but this too,” I said while holding his hands where they were. “Are you sure?” he asked. I felt a little confused at first. How could Andy not know that I was sure, and then I realized that he was playing and kidding! He’s finally openingly playing and kidding with me! I turned around, making sure to move his legs so I didn’t hurt him, and nuzzled against his cheek. “Of course I’m sure silly billy,” I said. He might have been playing and kidding with me, but there was no kidding in his eyes. I saw what I felt for him. He loves me. We love each other, and I knew that we would be spending the rest of our lives together. We kissed again, and I felt so light and wonderful. His hands moved down my sides, settling on my cutie marks and gently squeezing. A soft squeak escaped me. He kissed down me, and I felt the tingles cover me. “Andy,” I crooned. Further and further down, closer and closer to filling me with the shivers. I felt the first rush of the shivers. ~~~~~Short Clop Scene Starts Here~~~~~ I felt him tickling me, making me giggle, squirm, and lighting the fuse on my party cannon. I loved this, but I needed him. “Andy… I want you,” I said. He moved up me and our smiles met. The sweet taste lingering on his lips, and a moment later we were together. We moved in this dance, a special dance, one where only two could be together and be intimate, well intimate and sometimes messy. He rolled us over, giving up his dominance, giving it over to me. I loved the feel of being with him. I felt it, the big finale to our dance, and together we made my party cannon explode. ~~~~~Short Clop Scene Ends here~~~~~ I let out a soft moan, snuggled against my snuggle buddy, and kissed his cheek. “I love you,” I said “I love you too, more than I’m ever going to be able to tell you,” he replied. I grinned and tickled his side. “You don’t have to tell me when you show me silly, but I love how you want to tell me,” I said. My tummy rumbled and I got up. “Awww, don’t leave,” he said. I look back at him, and the look he has isn’t the same look he had the first time I saw him. He wasn’t the lost and alone colt anymore. He had friends and family, and I would do anything I could to make sure he kept it. Andy deserves to be happy. I grinned and smiled at him. “Blueberry pancakes, and blueberry pie silly! You can have Pinkie Pie later,” I said. I grinned at him and walked into our bathroom. I looked back at him. “Although I don’t mind saving time,” I said. Before I had the water adjusted he was in there with me. The two of us stepping into the shower, tickling, playing, and I loved it. I loved every second of it. We finished our shower, and stepped out of the tub. I looked at it and saw how huge it was. The tub took up half of the bathroom! Andy handed me a towel and I quickly dried off, grabbed a blue and pink striped robe, and walked into the living area of our suiet. I dialed the number and waited for a second. “Room service,” a voice said. “Hi! I want eight large stacks of Blueberry pancakes, two, no three, blueberry pies, oh a peach cobbler, and a gallon of Prench Vanilla ice cream brough up to my room,” I said. “Very good madam. We shall have it ready for you in twenty minutes,” the voice said. “Okie Dokie Loki!” I said before I hung up. I looked at the room where Applejack was staying and decided to make sure that she was up. I walked over to it, opened the door, and realized that maybe an itch tushie, springy hair, and twitchy tail means somepony needs their privacy. Applejack grabbed the sheet and pulled it up and over her her shoulders covering her and her coltfriend. Hee hee, she’s a cowpony, and she’s doing the cowpony! “Pinkie what the hay are ya doing?!” she shouted. “Breakfast is coming,” I replied. “It wasn’t the only thing that…” her coltfriend tried to say before she playfully hit his shoulder. “Shush up would ya?” she said before she turned to me, “Pinkie, would ya mind to close the door? Ah was kinda busy before hand.” I closed the door and walked over to Big Macintosh’s room. This time I knocked. “Eeeeyup?” Big Mac asked. “Breakfast?” I asked through the door. “Sounds good Pinkie, we’ll be out in a second,” Jessica replied. Smiling, I walked over to the next suite and knocked on the door. Sarah and Apple Bloom came to the door. “Hiya Pinkie!” Apple Bloom said before she gave me a hug. “Hi! We’re getting some breakfast delievered, want to come and join us?” I asked. “Sounds good!” Apple Bloom said. “Thanks,” Sarah replied. > Everything I ever Wanted > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- I See Pink Everything I ever wanted A Pinkie Pie Romance (Pinkie Pie’s POV) The sights, the sounds, the food, and everything else about Vegas was AWESOME! Even Paul had fun, although that stallion that came out to him talking to that one filly wasn’t too happy. Anyway, we watched the Circus, or Cirque du Soleil. There was a lot of dancing, and funny sounds, and some ponies doing magic tricks, but when it was over Andy took me to watch something that was super AMAZING! There was a concert happening, and the first song had to be the best song! It was so lively! I wanted to meet the stallion singing, but Andy said that he had died sometime ago. That what we were watching was a holographic representation of him. That made me sad, but then I thought about it and his music is still around to make ponies happy. I like that, and I liked listening to Andrew WK. “So let's get a party going, let's get a party going. Now it's time to party and we'll party hard.,” I sang as we walked away from the small theater. “Feller was kinda loud huh?” Applejack asked. “Yeah, but it was party music, so I think it was supposed to be,” I answered her. I took a look around at the casino. This was the last day of our being here. We would leave tomorrow morning, and then I’d be getting married. I felt Andy put his arm around me. “Well, we’ve got one more night in Vegas, what would you like to do Pinkie?” he asked. Actually, there was something that I wanted to do. We’ve been having fun, but so far we hadn’t had a chance to throw a Pinkie Pie Party yet. I could throw it here, but I really wanted to throw it for ponies who really needed it. When we passed by the Stacks back home I knew that those ponies had really needed a party. They needed something to help make them smile, and maybe even give them just a little happiness. “I want to throw a party,” I replied. “Okay, what kind of party?” he asked. “I want to throw a party for some ponies that really need it,” I said. Andy stopped, and I looked at him. There was a smile that crossed his lips, and then he quickly kissed me. I closed my eyes as I felt his lips against mine. “That’s a really sweet idea, so where should we hold it?” he asked. “I don’t know if the two of you even noticed it, and to be honest I’m not sure why I’m helping, but there was a normal hotel just down the road. Most of the time those places have banquet halls, and since they’re competing with casinos I’m sure we could get it at a fraction of the cost of renting something similar here or at any of the other casinos,” Paul said. “Why are ya helping us sugarcube?” Applejack asked. “Andy is my client, and my friend. She,” he said pointing to me, “Is going to be his wife. I don’t want to ruin his happiness, and I sure as hell don’t want to lose him as either a client or a friend. That means that either I get with the program, or I lose my friend.” I looked at Paul. He could be a meanie pants, and he did tend to say things without thinking, but even though he could do those things I wrapped him up into a tight hug. This was the nicest that he had ever been. “Okay, Okay, you’re welcome, but how about we put the manager down so his spine doesn’t break… Damn Andy, how are you not just one big ass bruise?” he asked. “I haven’t really thought about it, but to be honest I don’t think that I would mind if I was,” Andy replied. I let Paul go, gave Andy a smile before I kissed him, and then I looped my arms through his and Sarah’s arms and walked toward the exit. The next two hours we went to a local hotel, called a Holiday Inn. Holiday, that’s funny, I guess I could see why they wouldn’t call it Heart’s Warming, because then it would only be open Heart’s Warming, but Holiday is just a funny name for a hotel. Anyway, we got there, and the desk pony seemed interested in renting us their banquet hall, or did until Paul started working on him. He can be a meanie pants, and a grump, but Paul got us the banquet hall, free use of the kitchen, and the hotel to supply everything for less than what it cost to stay at the hotel for a night. I got started in the Kitchen, and wowie… I thought that the kitchen in the Arcade was huge! This kitchen was gigantic! I started to get ready to cook when I heard something. “Want some help?” Sarah asked. I turned to see her, Applejack, Apple Bloom, Andy, and Applejack’s coltfriend. I smiled and nodded. “That would be awesome!” (Andy’s POV) I’ve done a little cooking, but if you were to ever really ask Igor what I’ve cooked it would begin and end with pancakes. I can make sandwiches like nobody’s business. Pinkie decided to help me expand my baking knowledge, and had me helping her make a triple chocolate fudge eruption cake. Of course part of my learning how to make it was to get a little bit of cake batter flicked on me every once in a while. I laughed and played along with her. It was fun to help her make the cake, and what I thought was going to be a simple three layer cake was actually a three tier, three layer cake. I knew that Pinkie could bake, but she was masterful at this skill. I actually watched in awe as she worked on making the icing. I’d seen her use premade icing before, but this time she was making it fresh, and I couldn’t help but smile. I wrapped my arms around her waist. “Oh that feels nice,” she cooed. “You are an exceptional mare, and I’m extremely lucky,” I said. “You’re a sweet-talker, and I love you too,” she said. “Y’all that’s sweet and everything, but if’n we want to git this done Ah think that we better keep workin’,” Applejack said. “No time for fooling around huh?” her boyfriend asked. “Well, Ah mean we’ve got a....” she stopped mid sentence. I looked to see them standing together, his arms around her, their lips locked, and her pulling him in tighter for the kiss. She broke it after a moment. “Okay, but we need to git this done,” she said. It took us a little over two hours to get everything ready. When it was finished I was wondering how we were going to get the word out, but Pinkie said she’d be back, and I watched as she practically bounced out of the room. Fifteen minutes later there was a huge group of people from every walk of life coming into the banquet hall. I could see folks that looked like they hadn’t eaten in days staggered in, and headed straight toward the buffet table we had set up. “Mama, is that Pink pony… Is she an angel?” a little girl asked as her mother fixed her a plate of real food followed by a plate of desserts. “I don’t know baby,” her mother asked. The mood of the folks in the room began to lift, and I watched as Pinkie pulled out party games like Pin the tail on the pony, and then there was gifts. Several of them looked like the generic console that Anderson’s Arcade had let her give to Justin for his birthday. She had them ready and took each person, every single one, a gift. I saw laughter, I could see people crying with joy, and I knew that Pinkie had done this. She had brought all of these people something they had either lost, or never had before. She brought them hope and laughter. The food was gone after about twenty minutes, but the people stayed, wanting to talk to Pinkie, wanting to talk to the rest of us, and we visited with them for a few more hours. When it was finally said and done we had managed to brighten over three hundred people’s days. After the hall finally cleared out we took down the decorations, cleaned the dishes, and packed it away. The seven of us headed toward the trainstation. “How do y’all want to do this? Ah mean we could git home, and then come out ta yer weddin’,” Applejack said. “Silly, you’re gonna be coming home with us! We’ve got enough room, and besides I want to make sure that my cousin gets to see my house!” Pinkie said. “Oooo… I feel a combo coming on!” she said as several twitches, and tail wiggles escaped her, “TWILIGHT!” The entire ride to the train she was practically squirming until we got our return tickets, boarded the train, and then she called out to Igor. “Igor! My friend Twilight, can you find her?” she asked. “I shall look for you Madam,” Igor said. “Hal, help Igor,” Jessica said. “Of course Jessica,” Hal said. “We found a match,” both Hal and Igor said after a moment. > Princesses, Weddings, and Revelations > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- I See Pink ‘Princesses, Weddings, and a Revelation’ A Pinkie Pie Romance The train ride had been amazingly fun, but right now I was ready to be home. Pinkie looked like she was just as happy to be back, and I could see our guests behind us. Anthony was supporting Apple Bloom who looked half asleep. I looked at the front door, and then I pressed the intercom. “Igor, we’re back let us in,” I said. “Welcome home, Master,” he said before I heard the sound of the door unlocking. We grabbed the elevator and stopped on the second floor. I walked toward one of the unused apartments and opened it. The door swung open easily and I led everyone inside. “Igor, go ahead and activate electricity, and full utilities for this apartment for the time being,” I said. “Yes Master,” he replied and the lights came on. Jessica looked around at the large living room. “Okay, go ahead, get a little rest, and tomorrow we’ll have a wedding,” I said. “Andy, remember tomorrow morning we’ve got to get to the trainstation! Babs and her coltfriend are going to be here!” Pinkie said. (Pinkie’s POV) Andy nodded and we walked down to the garage. The salmon colored Expedition sat exactly where Andy had parked it last. I walked toward it, and I couldn’t help but giggle. I loved riding in it! I loved the way the seats felt, and the radio! There had to be a thousand channels on there! Andy opened the door for me, and I stepped inside. It felt kind of weird when I pulled on the seat belt. My tummy was getting bigger… I hoped that the dress that Justin’s mom was helping with wouldn’t be too snug. “Andy, do I look fat to you?” I asked. He turned toward me, his face caught in surprised, and I started giggling. “Gotcha,” I snickered. “Ha ha. So, their train should be arriving, you sure you want to take the Expedition? We could just call a cab,” he said. “Noperooni! I want to pick them up in this! It’s nice and roomy, and it doesn’t smell like someone walked through horse apples,” I said. “You and AJ have been talking quite a bit huh?” he asked. “What do ya mean?” I asked. “It’s just that I’ve heard her say that more than I’ve heard you say it. Especially when Anthony was trying to talk about what their relationship was,” he replied. “Oh… Well he was full of horse apples. I mean duh it’s obvious he loves her. Pinkie Sense doesn’t lie,” I say. I looked up and saw the scorched places where two of the Stacks had been. It looked the same on either side, but it was so sad… There was so many ponies that didn’t have anywhere else to live. “Pinkie, it can’t be helped,” Andy said. “I know… but it’s so sad… All of those ponies don’t have a home now,” I said. The station came into view. “Oooo there they are!!!!” I excited said. A young man with glasses and a black Electric Lights Orchestra shirt walked out, holding hands with Babs Seed, who's wearing a Sgt Pepper shirt and some jeans. “Babs! It’s so good to see you!” I shouted as I ran forward and caught them in a hug. “Hi Pinkie, trying to breathe!” Babs whimpered. "Hello, Pinkie," Jacob said in an annoyed tone. “Hello Babs’ coltfriend! So, how are you two doing? Everything okay?” I asked. "I just awoke from what could possibly be the greatest nap in the world," Jacob said, "Probably because I shared it with my special somepony." he looked at Babs. "Awwww! How sweet!" I said. Andy walked toward Jacob. He gave him a smile before pulling into a hug. “We’ll talk about everything later. Pinkie thought that the two of you might want to get back to our place, and then if Babs needs some clothes…” Andy said, looking at me. “You’re gonna be a bridesmaid! Isn’t it exciting?! Applejack and Apple Bloom are already being one, and so is Rarity, and Princess Celestia came, which I was like Princess Celestia’s here, and she’s going to be doing the the ceremony with Mr. Anderson’s friend! It’s so amazing!” I said, practically bouncing. “Pinkie, remember what your friend Twilight said, you’ve got to be a little more settled for the foal,” Andy replied. “Oh… Silly me,” I replied. "So what shall we do first?" Jacob asked. “Well, our neighbor made Pinkie’s dress, and the bridesmaid’s dresses. Pinkie seemed to know everybodies’ sizes, so we need to check if she was right with Babs, and then we’ve got a quick rehearsal, a dinner, and then we’re getting married,” Andy said. "Alright! Let's get ready then!" Jacob said excitedly. We led them into our pink car. Andy opened the back hatch so they could load their bags, and then we climbed inside. The inside was immaculate. The salmon colored seats practically shined, and it smelled like fresh baked apple pie. I could see both of them getting comfortable, and I grinned widely at them. “I’m so glad that I talked Andy into driving out here to get you! Oh! I found this really awesome singer, and I wanted to let you listen!” I said excitedly as I pushed a CD into the port. "IS IT ELO?" Jacob bursted out. "Probably not," Babs replied. "Though that would be nice." “Actually, he went by Andrew W.K,” I said as She is Beautiful began to play. "This is going to be a long car ride." Babs and her Coltfriend both said in unison. The sound of the music booming echoed in the cabin. When they reached the brown stone the back doors opened quickly and I stepped out looking at Babs who seemed a little too happy to close the door. “Wanna run upstairs and try on your dress?!” I ask. "B-but I...fine." Babs said as she followed me. We made it up to the second floor, and once we were there I knocked on Justin’s family’s door. The door opened and I could see the dresses. They were PERFECT! (Babs' POV) It was a pink nightmare. Oh my god, don't get me started on these abominations of pink dresses. These things were what your 5 year old daughter would like, not your 18 year old cousin. “Aren’t they perfect?” Pinkie asked. "Sure." I blew my hair in disgust and boredom. “Come on, lets try one on!” she said as she grabbed a dress, pulled on my wrist and took me to the elevator and up to the fourth floor, “You can change in our room. This is so EXCITING!” "Yay." Sarcastic me as always. What I would do to get out of here and be with Jacob. Pinkie pulled me over to the bedroom, and I saw the walls itself. They weren’t pink, they didn’t have balloons, but instead it was a mix of both of their personalities. The walls were crystal blue, the pictures were of them both, and of a girl with blond hair that kind of looked like Andy. “How’s it coming?” Pinkie asked. "Look, I...I just don't really want to wear a dress for the wedding. I actually want to wear a tux that me and Jacob brought." “Awwww… But did you see the stockings? I think that they’re so preeeeetttttttyyyyyy,” she whined. "Pinkie, I ain't a stripper." “What do you mean?” she asked. "The fuckin' stockings! I...no. I can't do that." “What’s wrong with them? I modeled them for Andy and he liked them…” she said. "I just don't want to. I'm not a girly girl, or a fuckin' stripper!" Now I was getting angry. “Okay, you don’t want to you don’t have too, I’m just glad that you could make it, Babsie,” she said "I would prefer to be called Barbara." I corrected her. “Awwwww…. But, I like being able to call you Babsie…” she said as she looks into the room with a pouting face. "Don't you have to see Andy now?" I said. I kind of wanted to be alone in this room. “Oh! Gotta go!” she yelped as she took off. Finally, I was alone. I checked the room to see if anyone was in there, and there wasn't. I took the stockings and shoved them down my shirt. I know Jacob gets a little kinky, so I'm borrowing them. I walked out and saw the blond headed girl who was in the picture. She looks at me with a questioning glance. “Hi, are you one of Pinkie’s friends?” she asked. "More of an acquaintance, but yeah." I said back. "What's your name?" “I’m Andy’s sister, Sarah. Nice to meet you,” she said. "I'm Andy's manager’s cousin's marefriend, Babs Seed." I replied. “Oh, okay. Say, is Pinkie trying to talk you into the dress too? I feel kind of bad that I want to tell her no,” Sarah said. "Yeah. My Coltfriend wants me to wear a tux, and I would rather wear that than a pink dress." “I know, I’m not really interested in wearing it either. I don’t mind wearing a dress, but that thing… it looks so horrible,” she said. "Same." I said back. "Well, it's nice meeting you; I have to go back to my Coltfriend." “Okay, I’ll see you downstairs. You might want to take the stairs. The elevator seems to take some time,” "Alright, thanks," I said as I went downstairs. The stairwell was pink, everything last part of the walls was pink, and the stairs were alternated between red, blue, and yellow. I could see the painting on the wall and it was of Pinkie, holding out a cupcake, and below it read, “I love to see you smile!” "Creepy." I mumbled to myself. The door to the first floor opened up and I could see Jacob talking to Andy. It looked like Jacob was really interested in what it was that he was saying. (Andy’s POV) “Jacob, you said that you wanted to talk to me about a few things about being in a relationship with a mare, so what do you want to know?” I asked. "Everything about intimacy and heat and romance." Jacob immediately responded. “Okay, so, first things first, when the heat happens be ready for it. Know that it’s going to hit, and hit hard. Also, being intimate means being more than making love. You’ll need to cuddle and snuggle with her. She’ll need it. With Pinkie it’s almost like she lives off of snuggles. Romance, find out what she likes, really likes, and try to do it for her. Do those special little things she likes, take her out. Trust me, it’s going to make her happy,” I said. "Pinkie scolded me on that after we had, you know. So I snuggled. Yesterday and today on the train." “She had a point. It’s important. Don’t take her for granted either. Remember she loves you, make sure that you do things for her that reminds her that you know she loves you, and that you love her as well,” I said. "There's nothing more that I love, even myself. I want to make her happy and us happy together." “Then you’ll be able to do it, and it looks like you’re getting ready to have a chance,” I said pointing at Babs who was coming out of the stairwell. Jacob rushed to Babs and hugged her. "Babs, I love you so much. Don't you forget that!" I watched the two of them kiss, and I looked at the time. There was at least an hour before we had to go to the rehearsal, “Igor, could you arrange for Apartment 2-6 to be opened and powered for a little bit?” “Of course master,” he said. “You two, if you want a few moments alone you might check the second floor. There’s an Apartment with an open door,” I said walking toward my bride to be. She ran toward me and wrapped me into a hug. “ANDY!” she excitedly shouted, “Ooo… I’m getting kinda hungry.” “Hungry? Well, there’s plenty of food here…” I didn’t get to finish my sentence. Pinkie’s lips mashed against my own. “Not that kind of hungry,” she said. There was an hour before the rehearsal… (Babs POV) I was panting, leaning on the side of the wall. We just got done with our 'few moments' alone in apartment 2. "T-that was really fucking awesome." Jacob said to me. "Can't believe you actually fucked me better than last time." “It was better than awesome... I love you,” I said nuzzling against his chest. "I love you too," he said as he kisses me on the cheek. "After the wedding, let's just rest here for the rest of the night." “That sounds good to me. We can rest up and worry about heading back tomorrow, Although, would you like to visit Apple Bloom for a while? She asked if we might want to come out and visit for a while,” I asked. "Yeah, sure. I've always wanted to meet my favorite Element of Harmony bearer." Jacob said. I laid my head on my special somepony's head. I snuggled next to my special somepony. I loved the way he felt. Right now everything was perfect. I was with my special somepony, and we had our entire lives ahead of us, “Do you think that we should get ready in a little bit?” "Let me snuggle you for five more minutes, then we can get ready. You wearing a tux or a dress?" Jacob asked. “Tux, trust me you don’t want to see the dress. I don’t ever want to see it again,” I replied. "A-alright then," Jacob said, "You didn't like any of it?” A smile crossed my muzzle, and I pointed to the stockings on my legs. “Well these, but then I think that you enjoyed them too,” I said. "Damn. You looked really sexy in those." Jacob laughed. "Now what do we do?" “I’m good with snuggling for a while,” I say. “Attention guests, I have been asked to inform you that there is twenty-five minutes until the rehearsal. If you need anything you merely need to ask,” Igor said through the intercom. "Are you going to be a bridesmare, or are you staying with me in the audience?" Jacob said, looking at me. “Pinkie really wants me to be a bridesmare, but I think that she said something about Andy wanting to ask you about being a groomscolt,” I said. "Wait, groomscolt? Like a men's version of a Bridesmare?" I nodded, “It’s just like that.” "Who's going to be the groomscolts?" Jacob asked me. “I know that Big Mac, Applejack’s coltfriend Anthony, Paul, Fluttershy’s coltfriend, and Pinkie said that Rarity and her coltfriend is coming,” I replied. "Shit, I have to contact Paul. Hold on." Jacob pulled out his phone and pressed a button. He held it to his ear. I could hear what they were saying. “Hello? Jacob? What the fuck are you doing man? Tell me that you’re at Andy’s place,” Paul said. "Yeah, I'm here with Barbara. What's up, cousin? Haven't seen you in forever!" Jacob said “I’m on my way. I was just getting a Dr. Feelgood. I swear man, that massage parlor is the greatest thing ever made. The rehearsal isn’t happening yet right?” "Nah, twenty minutes until though. Have you gotten a helpmate yet?" I knew Jacob would ask him that. “Not yet, I’ve considered looking into it, but I don’t know if I want to do it. Besides, I’ve given Andy waaaay to much crap about the future Mrs. Williams,” he replied. "Yeah, I don't think a Mrs. Cromwell is going to be in my future any time soon. Oh, speaking of which, do you wanna speak to my marefriend, Babs? She's really sweet." “Oh fuck.. Not you too… Seriously? What is it man? I mean is what they have so much better than good old fashioned human booty?” Paul asked. "Well, I kind of have a tendency to be a girl repellent to human girls. Look, you wanna talk to Babs or not?" “Sure, why the hell not. If you’re planning on making her an unofficial part of the family I better get used to it. Go ahead and put her on the line,” Paul said. He handed the phone to me. "Uh, hello. You must be Jacob's cousin. He's said nothing but good things about you to me," I said “Thanks, I’m glad that he still doesn’t tell everything about me, so you’re his girlfriend huh? How long have the two of you been boning? I’m asking because he sounds too fuckin’ chipper to just be calling his cousin,” Paul said. "Boning? Like having sexual intercourse?" I was confused. “Like going heels to Jesus, making the beast with two backs, playing hide the salami, or whatever else you want to call it,” Paul replied. "Yeah, twice now. We actually just got finished with our second time just now." “Only Twice? Fuck, I think that Andy probably nailed Pinkie a dozen times before they met with me. I’m not sure, but they were a little too cheery for it to be just good friends. I swear, there must be something that you and she have. It’s like Andy just forgot about the millions of folks that read his novels. Ever since his engagement, and now wedding, went public there’s been a huge backlash. It’s like something threw my business into a shit tornado. Sorry, sorry, this ain’t your fault. Hell, you’re just a girl,” Paul said. “I’m not a girl, I’m a tomboy,”I corrected. “Oh, la de da. Sorry for that mistake, but a tomboy is just another way of saying girl, and since you’re a girl you’ve pretty much been excused for taking responsibility for Jacob, and Andy, acting like a couple of dogs in heat. Seriously, I don’t understand this shit. It’s like my best friend decides that he wants a family… When the fuck did that happen?! I know him! He’s happy being a miserable little prick writing books, and sitting alone in his house!” Paul replied. “At least you aren’t talking shit about Jacob, not to be rude to Andy or anything, but you’re right,” I said. “Who said that I’m not talking about Jacob? Look, I’m glad that he found someone, but why not a human? What’s wrong with finding a human girl? I don’t fuckin’ know about him. Maybe moving off to fuk-it-al land has messed with him. I don’t know. Anyway, it’s nice talking to you and everything, but the men have to talk now,” he replied. “I AM A MAN!” Jacob yelled out loud loudly. “Yeah, best you should just hang up now.” I said. “Sure, sure, whatever sweetcheeks. Look Jacob, I’ll meet your scrawny ass at the Arcade. Bring along your bed buddy,” Paul replied. “Fuck you.” I hung up. “I know I’m supposed to love my cousin, but now you know why I don’t hang out with him anymore. He’s a fucking asshat.” “Well, ok then,” I said, looking down, “I just know that you, well, you don’t talk like he does. I’m so glad that I met you instead.” He reached out for me and pulled me into a hug. I returned it, enjoying the feeling of his skin pressed against my fur. It felt amazing. We were together, Jacob wasn’t like Paul, and he was my special somepony. I nuzzled his cheek as we held each other. “Guests, we are down to fifteen minutes before rehearsal,” Igor announced. “Babs, this is the last time I’m going to say this: you don’t really need to be a bridesmare if you don’t want. You can always sit with me in the pews.” Jacob said to me. “What about being a groomscolt for Andy? Don’t you want to do that?” I asked. “Your choice. As long as I’m with you,” he gave me a kiss on the cheek and put his head on mine. “I… Maybe you should. Pinkie, annoying as she may be, is family, and she really wants both of us to be her wedding. Should we ever do something like this I’d like to give her the chance to return the favor. Besides, Apples stand together, and Apples remain apples, despite what their name may be, to the core,” I said. I gave him a kiss back and heard the sound of an excited knocking on the door. “Hey, are you guys ready?!” Pinkie called from outside of the door. “Give us a minute, we’re having a moment here.” Jacob said. “Okay, oh! We’re going to call a limo, but I asked Andy if it is gonna smell like a cab, but Andy said that they smell better, but I don’t know. I guess it’s okay as long as it doesn’t smell like Oatmeal, because Ewww,” she said through the door. “Ahem, moment, you’re ruining ours,” I blurted out. “Oh! I’m interrupting on snuggles time!” Pinkie called out before she stepped away from the door. “Yeah, sure. ‘snuggles’.” I said. Pinkie was oblivious as to what we did. “So, now what? Shall we get ready?” I asked “I guess that it would make sense. Maybe if we do Pinkie will stop knocking on the door,” he replied before he got another hug. (Ark’s Perspective) Time: 08:30 Hours (8:30 AM, EDT) Location: 217 Bleecker Street, New York, NY, 10012 Place: The Visovic Brownstone “Come on, Flutters, we’re gonna be late!” I growled. This day has been anything but smooth. First, I lost a battery to charge fatigue. Then Snuggles had to hawk up a furball the size of my head. Then Fluttershy was acting indecisive about what she wanted to bring to Oklahoma. We were only gonna be there a few days, at most, and even so, I didn’t think we’ll get a lot sightseeing done. “I’m almost done, Ark,” Flutters called from upstairs, “my saddlebags are packed. I just- ugh! need to get- ugh!! down the- ugh! stairs!” Saddlebags? I wondered. When she arrived at the bottom of the steps, I saw what she meant. She packed two large rucksacks full of gear. One looked like it was loaded with all her clothes, and the other with assorted toiletries. I didn’t know how she has managed to get so much product in the month she’s been living here. I knew I didn’t buy it all for her. Maybe Katya donated some stuff…? “Ha! Done.” Fluttershy announced, her cheeks flushed with exertion. “I should call a moving company to help you with your luggage,” I smirked, “what did you do, pack half your closet and all of your bathroom in there?” “Well,” Flutters started, “not half of my closet…” “Bozhe moi,” I retorted, “I think I may need to pay the cabbie double.” A horn blared from outside, signaling our ride was here. I helped Flutters with one of her bags, hoisted my own duffle over my shoulder and we headed outside. Standing at the curb was a Yellow Cab I reserved two days prior. I didn’t have to tell the driver where we were going; it was all on his work order. He popped the trunk for us when he saw Fluttershy and I hefting our luggage; his eyes bulged when Fluttershy came within his field of vision. I gave a look, letting him know comments from the peanut gallery were not permissible. He nodded his head ever so slightly; I let Fluttershy in the cab before I hopped in and we’re gone. As we took off, I pulled out my phone, another gift from my Uncle Sergei. I pressed the number two, allowing my access to the nucleus at the brownstone. I could hear Tolstoy grumbling as he connected to the phone. “You rang, My Lord?” he asked, bored. “Da,” I said, Zashchitite etot propitaniye.” Tolstoy answered, “Eto delayetsya.” I closed my phone and took one of Flutters hands in mine. In order to reach Penn Station on 34th Street, we had to pass through Midtown traffic on 8th Avenue. It was early in the day, but the throng of cars clogging up the roads made for slow going. As a lifelong New Yorker, I’ve seen worse, but given the tight schedule we were on, any delay would cause more than it’s fair share of trouble. “Oh, my,” Flutters remarked, “why does this ‘cab’ smell like a manure cart?” “A manure cart, huh?” I replied, glancing at the cab driver to see if he picked up the jab, which he didn’t, “I seem to forget you’ve never been in a New York cab. Yeah, if these things haven’t puked in, shat on, flooded with severe body odor, seen ODs out the ass and been the scene of many drunken fuck fests, than it isn’t a New York cab. So, it’s gonna smell funky, like it or not.” “Oh,” Fluttershy exclaimed, “well, that explains the floors, at least.” I nodded, “I wouldn’t go examining the seats with a black light, either. No doubt there’s enough dried semen to populate a criminal database with.” Flutters’ nose wrinkled at this; I want to laugh, but seeing her discomfort, I don’t dare. Was this Pegasus always this moe as fuck? I dunno, but I got protective instincts brimming out my ass and they told me to preserve Fluttershy’s innocence for as long as possible. When we finally did reach Penn Station, it was not to a busy train terminal. Picketing out front of the station itself were two groups of protesters. I saw on the news earlier that Amtrak has been cutting the hours of mechanical and electrical engineers to cut costs. This caused the local unions to rise up in arms. Their picket line was at least understandable; if my hours and pay got cut because some bean counter wanted to add up more profits for the company instead of giving me a living wage, I’d fight tooth and nail. It’s bad enough that other metropolitan areas have AI running the trains out in the Stacks, now they want to cut out those who built and service the things in the first place! The other group of protesters I could have gone without, The Dissonance. These guys were like The Purists in a lot of ways: they oppose all manner of biotech. That included things like flash clone organ transplants, cyber prosthesis, and now Helpmates. Their leader, one George Randolph Hastings, is the sort of guy that lived for the cameras. He was a lot like the late Reverend Al Sharpton, but more with more vitriol. The guy said his group are peaceful protesters of all things abominable, but it’s hard to tell when his followers are shouting abuse at amputees back from Syria, Afghanistan, and Sierra Leone. Nothing peaceful can come from ideologues that shout profanities at lung and heart transplant recipients who would have died without flash cloning. “Ark,” Flutters quivered, “W-w-what’s going on?” “The Dissonance,” I growled, “goddamn anti-biotech assholes. They want this nation to return the fucking Stone Age and have us living in mud huts and using stones for tools.” “What are they doing here?” she asked nervously. “Being a nuisance,” I answered, “don’t respond to them, don’t pay any attention to them. That’ll make things worse.” Flutters nodded and we parsed the crowd. The heckles from Dissonance members was pretty fucking severe. They called Flutters everything under the sun and then some. Judging by what spewing from their mouths, you’d think she was the Anti-Christ or something. She handled herself like a pro, though; she floats through the mob like it’s nothing. I was doing pretty good myself but when one of my cyberpros starts to give out, they switch targets and start attacking me. The verbal abuse is nothing I haven’t heard before from limp dicked, narrow minded Neanderthals like these. For Flutters, though, it’s almost too much. “Stop it, just stop it!” she breathed, dashing towards me in an instant, “Ark is a good stallion! What has he ever done to you!” “Ignore ‘em, Fluttershy,” I said, “you’re words are wasted on the closed of mind.” She’s clearly crying, which I never expected out of her. She really must care about me; she said so earlier when she explained that I was her best friend besides Rainbow Dash. Still, the level of concern she’s displaying now is- well, it’s really very poignant. How is that she isn’t the Element of Loyalty and not Ar Dee? “Please,” the Pegasus pleaded, “he hasn’t done anything wrong to you…” “Let’s just get out here,” I told Fluttershy, “they ain’t gonna quit anytime soon.” Fluttershy nodded and lifted me into a standing position. I leaned on her for support, and I half march towards the station; the closer we got to the Penn the more the Dissonance jeering faded away. When we finally entered the station proper, the noise outside died away completely. Must be soundproofed glass,I mused, great against noise pollution. In the center of the station is a QuikTix kiosk. Manning it was a rudimentary AI dressed up like a train conductor. On the lapel of his tailcoat is a name tag that reads “Sir Thomas Tophat.” The portly looking fellow with a Monopoly Guy mustache greeted us in a brilliant tone. “Good afternoon, Travelers, and welcome to Penn Station! We at Amtrak hope you enjoy a wonderful ride with us. May I ask where it is you’re going?” I give Sir Tophat a glare before answering, “Yeah, we’re going to Oklahoma City. I booked us a ride that supposed to leave at oh-nine-thirty hours.” “Alright, then,” Sir Tophat says jovially, “under what name is the reservation?” “Arkady Visovic,” I answer, “plus one.” Tophat flickers momentarily and a bright smile appears on his face, “Ah, yes! I have your tickets ready! Two, round trip, to Oklahoma City, Oh Kay!” Then his mood drops into a sour expression, “Unfortunately, due to a labor dispute, all trains traveling out of Penn Station and affiliated Amtrak sites will be delayed for some time. This situation will persist until the labor dispute has ended.” “Oh, the fuck?!” I bellowed, “We need to be in Oh Kay See in three hours! Just how long a delay are we talking about here?” “At least three hours, Sir,” Tophat explained, “we are redirecting all automated train systems here even as we speak, but getting onto the rails is taking longer than expected.” “Goddamn it,” I roared, “you mean we got up before dawn for nothing?!” “Ark,” Fluttershy cooed, “maybe if we ask Sir Tophat if he can speed things up for us, we won’t have to wait so long.” I glared at Flutters for a moment, “Fluttershy, we were supposed to get there in time for the rehearsal. If this delay goes on any longer, we may not even make to the wedding!” “Oh,” Flutters denounced, “wait, let me try something.” “Okay,” I seethed, “go ahead and try your magic on the dumb digital assistant.” Flutters smiled, then turned to the virtual conductor, “Sir Tophat, could you help us? We really need to get to where we’re going, and I don’t want to disappoint a friend. Can you please try to get us on our way? We would be so ever grateful!” I notice Tophat get an odd look on his face, like he’d never encountered a being so patient and kind before. A look of bemusement crosses over his virtual face before he bems again. I didn’t want to believe it, but Fluttershy seemed to make even AI do her bidding with but a kind word and huge puppy dog eyes. “I’ll- uh, I’ll see what I can do, Miss-?” “Fluttershy,” my Pegasus friend said, bearing a warm smile, “my name is Fluttershy.” “Yes,” beamed Tophat, “I shall endeavor to hasten your departure! Excuse me.” Tophat left his kiosk in a rush. “You really are the Element of Kindness,” I whispered, to which Fluttershy replied, “I know!” Bozhe moi, that smiling face is going to kill me! Moments later, Tophat returned with the widest grin I’ve seen on an AI. “Miss Fluttershy, Sir Visovic, I believe I have managed to acquire suitable transport for your plans this day!” “Oh, thank you!” Fluttershy beams, “is it boarding now?” “Yes, Miss, it is currently boarding. You shall find your transport at terminal AA-23. Safe Travels!” Fluttershy gave him thanks in return and we both hustled over to AA-23. There was a small crowd here, just outside of the soundproofing, but nothing that serious. I overheard two maintenance folks say this is the last train leaving New York. When I asked them why that is, they say the Amtrak and The Union of Railway Workers are at a stalemate and the engineers are threatening to block all egress to and from the City. I counted myself lucky that we caught this train. I can only imagine how much further our delay would be if we hadn’t. The crowd moved along slowly as we join the cue. I looked ahead I see some Mayberry Security officers running a full body scan on the boarding passengers. I mentally shrugged; I can’t remember the last time Al Qaeda or even ISIS was able to bring any sort of weapon on board an Amtrak train. And besides, the last known terrorist event was actually planned and carried out by some nutjob from Almeda, California following the teaching Fa Lun Gong. What with the drug and bomb sniffing dogs, radiation detectors, particle analysis machines (to detect C4 and other explosives) and as well the full body scanners, I doubted anypony could bring in so much as a pocket knife without getting subjected to a full body cavity search. It’s a good thing I had my Kel-Tech registered before boarding. I saw some of the Mayberry folk wielding similar, albeit, theirs appears to be the Tactical Version, with extended magazines of ten shells each. I couldn’t imagine why anyone would need twenty rounds of 12 gauge buckshot, but with new types of body armor emerging from Misriah Ordinance, I could take a good guess. The KSG isn’t the only shotgun I saw in the hands of Mayberry forces: the SRM Model 1208 wais also present among some of the higher ranks. Taking a glance at Fluttershy, she seemed unnerved by this display of hardware. I gave her hand a slight squeeze. “Don’t worry,” I told her, “the maybe be rent-a-cops, but they need a very good reason to turn those deathdealers on a body. So long as we don’t make a violent scene, we’re gonna be alright.” Fluttershy nodded, giving me a weak smile. She seemed more anxious about all this security than she’s letting on. After a few minutes, we were both passing through the body scanner. As we passed, I made sure to unholster my Kel-Tech and handed it to one of the security contingent manning the station. As we passed through the machine, a buzzer sounds. Over the PA, we get asked if any of us are wearing any unseen hardware. I let the Voice of God know I have a pair of prosthesis. The Voice of God asked what those are and I indicated my legs. After a brief moment of silence, we were allowed to pass. We got stopped for secondary inspection. The officer doing so is wielding a substantially nonreg Tar-21 carbine and beared a name tag that reads, “Marshall, John.” I think I used to know a guy by that name, but I can’t remember when. He guided both of us to a table with various portable sensors laid on it. He picked up one I recognize, a Geiger counter, and passed it over us. He does with a few other instruments, saying very little unless it’s some instruction to lift our arms and open a bag. By the time he gets to the particle analyzer, I’m losing what little patience I had left. “Listen, bub,” I called out, “what the deuce is all this shit about? I got places to be, man.” All Marshall does is shrug and said, “Not my call. My boss wanted you guys checked over. I don’t get it, but I’d rather not argue over the guy who handles my paychecks.” “Can we at least get this over with,” I seethed, “kinda on a deadline here.” “Just about done,” Marshall said, “say, uh, who or what, is you traveling companion?” “Her name’s Fluttershy, and I got her from this company named Vogon,” I answered, just a touch too peeved about this line of questioning, “she ain’t for sale and I’ve gotten quite attached to her, okay? Can I go now?” “Sure,” Marshall said, a wry smile on his face, “I’m done here. NEXT!” I sped my way to Fluttershy, who was looking a little less nervous, but was also quaking slightly. “What did they want?” she asked. “Damned if I know,” I replied, “secondary inspection is only given if they think you’ve got something hidden on ya. So unless you’ve got a submachine gun or a pocket nuke in your bra, you’re okay.” “Oh,” Fluttershy remarked, “that’s funny. I’m not wearing a bra today.” I wanna respond to that, but my brain sputtered. Technically, we’re not in the house, and she is still following the rules… Ugh, she is just too damn cute to argue with. “Let’s get on the train before we have to hoof it to Oklahoma.” I said. Fluttershy nodded and we hefted our luggage onto the nearest open car. There weren’t many left open; we must have caught lucky getting a car that was just barely half full. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say half of the Big Apple was stuffed on this ride. No matter, we trudged our way down the hall, looking for any available compartments. We settled on one that was midway between the lavatories and the dining car. Lord only knew what train food will do to a digestive system… I fed our tickets into a digital ticket reader. It acted like an old bill changer as it sucked the tickets into itself. A moment later the printer below it spat out a receipt. I grabbed the receipt, the door opens and we slip inside, Fluttershy gently floating over the threshold. We stepped into the room and a screen lowered over the window. I watched as the screen lit up and a cartoonish face appeared. “Thank you for taking Amtrak! We hope that you enjoy your ride from,” it paused for a moment, and I knew the older AI was getting the info from the digital ticket reader, “New York to Oklahoma City! Remember friends, don’t disembark the train unless there’s an emergency, or you keep your compartment receipt with you!” the cartoonish looking conductor said. “Thank you so much,” Flutters breathed. “You are welcome,” it said before the screen grew dim, and then it lifted away from the window. Glancing around the compartment itself, I could see a set of bunks built into the compartment wall, a small sitting area complete with a daybed, and a door which I believed leads to a private bath, though I’m sure for such a short trip, it’ll remain locked. There’s a tiny closet opposite the bathroom door; Flutters and I stuffed our luggage into it. I had some trouble trying to stuff my Kel-Tech into the space. Fluttershy giggled as I struggle to get the shotgun seated properly. We got comfortable on the day bed, waiting for the train to boost. There was a part of me that is really considering blowing off the wedding, but I just knew Flutters would never forgive me. I wondered how much airfare would be…? Thankfully, there was a recharge station built into the couch. I can see that my batteries are already taking a fade: my left leg is down to 36%, my right is teetering at 12%. I’d rather have these two refreshed and ready to go, so I detached my legs and plugged them in. I think this is the first time that Flutters has seen my do this, because I could hear her gasp as the legs come off. “Oh, Ark,” she breathed worriedly, “your legs-” “It’s alright,” I told her, “unless I’m connected to an immersion rig, I can’t charge my cyberpros while wearing them. A charging station like this one requires that I access the power ports in the adjoining sockets for the best possible recharge.” Fluttershy then asked, “But how will you move around?” “Who said anything about moving,” I said, “I’m just laze here until we get to Oklahoma.” “Okay,” Fluttershy said, “I wonder why we aren’t moving?” “Huh,” I added, “that is curious. We haven’t we started movin’?” That’s when the train started moving. I think in all we’ve had at least three hours extra delay that we didn’t need. For the next few hours, Fluttershy and I just relaxed on the sofa. We don’t really leave the compartment unless we have to, which in all honesty, is a blessing. My thighs are rubbed raw from all the movement and I think the connection points for my cyberpros are a mess right now. I needed to take some cotton swabs and some acetone to clean the connectors as soon as I can get to a Rite-Aid. For a little while, Fluttershy napped, her head leaning on my shoulder. I’d never seen her asleep before and I have to say, it’s the most adorable thing I’ve ever seen. It didn’t take too long before I crashed as well. The day’s been stressful enough as is. We got rudely awakened when the train’s AI informed us that there’s going to be a minor layover at Chicago. I was in the mood to strangle Tophat if I ever saw him again. Flutters looked none the worse for wear, but her mane is a mess. I giggle a little at her messy pink locks. She gets a flush in her cheeks and asks if she be excused to freshen herself up. I don’t see a reason to deny her that, so I tell she can herself prettier if she’d like. Then her blush goes into overdrive. As much as I’d like to to get to our destination on time, it seems that Universe was conspiring against us. A schedule I was able to cop, while when we arrived in Chicago, said that the next train to arrive would be in three hours. Three motherfucking hours, stuck in Chicago! I coulda lost my shit. But Fluttershy has never seen anyplace outside of the brownstone, so I figured I’d oblige her in getting a tour of the city. Mind, I had about as much information about Chicago as I did Albany, which wasn’t much. Still, we spent a good lot of time wandering in the area around the station. The place had seen better days; it was one of those neighborhoods that politicians call “an historic district.” That’s a really polite way of saying it’s a shithole, but I digress. We found a little place to sit down and hot served some Chicago style deep dish pizza. While it wasn’t Bleecker Street Pizza, but it was good, all the same. Next, we took in some tea at a little place just inside the station, a place called Metro Deli and Café. That was probably a mistake. Fluttershy and I had gotten used to the goods at The Coffee Bean and Tea Leaf; this place wasn’t anything like it. We ended up only finishing our tea through sheer force of will. I don’t think I’ll be recommending that place to anypony… After leaving the subpar tea shop, we made our way to few little shops remained. We found a nice little place that seemed to know exactly what Flutters was. They had ensembles for entities like her and I eventually bought her this really pretty tuxedo dress. When I complimented her on how great she looked in it, her entire face got covered in blush. We window shopped a few other places for at least an hour or so. Then I got a call on my phone. Checking the caller ID, I see it’s Tolstoy. Will wonders never cease? “Milord,” the AI started, “I took the liberty of tagging your phone in case of emergencies. It appears it is a good thing I did.” “Well, hello, to you Tolstoy,” I said, “and how are you today?” “I am fine, milord,” Tolstoy answered, a bit testy, “sir, I am unsure if you are aware of this, but the area of Chicago, of which you are now currently stranded, possesses a unique anomaly.” “Can you get to the point, Tolstoy?” I moaned. “That area,” Tolstoy explained, “is on the border between time zones. From where you are standing now, it is 14:44 hours, Central Daylight Time.” “Yeah, I know, Tolstoy, I can see the clock at the station from-” Then I froze. Central Daylight Time? “Does that mean that’s actually 15:45 hours, Eastern Daylight Time?” I questioned. “Precisely,” Tolstoy answered, “milord.” I ended the call, stuff the phone in my pocket, grabbed Fluttershy by the wrist and haul ass. “Ark,” Fluttershy cried, “what are you doing?” “We’re gonna be late,” I said, “the train outta here leaves in fifteen minutes!” We did get on the train, with but minutes to spare. Then we were rolling down the tracks, outbound from Chicago. My bank account is a little lighter, but if that’s the worst this journey gives me, I’d consider myself lucky. Eventually, we leave Illinois behind for the Great plains and it’s expanses of wheat and grains. If there’s any commentary I have to say about the Midwest, is that’s boring. Even in The Village, I know of at least six different places within walking distance that I can go to. As I looked out the window of our compartment, all I saw is a vast expanse of nothing. The land was flat, like pancake flat. And besides endlessly rolling wheat fields and the occasional corporate farm, there isn’t much to see. Hell, I would have settled on the sight of a prison work release gang than this unified stretch of flat land. Fluttershy looked at all of those and is in awe. I don’t even know why. I guess she was so used to either New York City streets or the hills and vales around her cottage in Ponyville, that she finds all this rather fascinating. “It’s so pretty,” Fluttershy remarked in awe, “all that wheat, rolling in the breeze. I thought Equestria had so many wonders.” “It’s boring if you ask me,” I said, “there’s nothing to break up the horizon. It’s no wonder Midwesterners are so bland; they live their lives in blandness.” The next hour or so passed in silence. I used to think silence was horrible. It was the sort of silence that preceded one of my father’s many ‘lessons.’ And by lessons, I mean he would beat my sisters and I senseless while shouting that we were ‘sinners before God.’ I never got that aspect of Christianity; if God so loved His Son to sacrifice him in order to save us all, then why were we sinners in the first place? Hypocrisy or maybe ignorance, I couldn’t be bothered to tell which. If He exists, then he must really pissed at the way most religions take his word and skew it to their agenda. In either case, humanity is fucked, one way or another. “Ark,” Fluttershy complained, “I’m getting hungry.” Her stomach growled a little as he says that. I’m getting a little peckish, too. So I suggest we make our way to the dining car for something to gnosh. We made our way to the dining car with little trouble. Our train was sparsely populated, from what I saw, most of the earlier passengers disembarked at Chicago. When we reached the car, there was a fine spread laid out on a buffet table, a bartender was manning the bar, and a robotic attendant was cleaning up tables that are barren of customers. Well, barren save for one table towards the center of the car; sitting there was a gentleman that I could only describe as your stereotypical, ugly American. He was quite pudgy, with greasy blonde hair that was graying at the temples. He wore a Denver Nuggets jersey over a plaid work shirt and blue jeans a few sizes too small for his expansive waist. I didn’t know where he got the idea that Krocks were ever in fashion, he was wearing them quite proudly. All in all, I wanted to slug the fucker, but by Babba Yagga Saggy Tits, I had got enough on my plate already. Fluttershy and I went to the buffet table and loaded a plate or two of grub and sat down. I had hoped not to attract Ugly Kid Joes attention, but as soon as we sat down in a both on the opposite fucking end of the car, he sidled up to us. “Hello, there,” UKJ said, “pleasant day for travelin’, isn’t it?” “I guess,” I grumbled, “kinda quiet, which is just the way I like it.” “Yeppers, it sure is nice today,” UKJ continued, like he hadn’t even heard me at all, “say, who’s yer friend?” “Oh, uh,” Flutters mumbled, “I’m Fluttershy” “I’m sorry, I didn’t catch that,” UKJ says, “mind repatin’ it?” “I- I- I’m, Flutter- Fluttershy. I’m Fluttershy.” “One more time,” UKJ asked again, “Still can’t hear ya.” Fluttershy makes a small squeak. She’s more nervous than a hen chased by a fox. She looks to me to save her; I give the guy my meanest stare. “Look, bub,” I started, “you don’t need to know her name just you don’t want to know my name. SO leave her be; she’s gets nervous around strangers.” Fluttershy’s face took on a look of gratitude that quickly burned away when UKJ bends down to examine her. He is clearly ignoring me. “Hmm,” UKJ murmured, “just ain’t natural. Nobody should have eyes that blue green. You ain’t a furry, are ya?” “Ark, help!” “Okay, bub, that’s enough,” I growled, while standing up, “she’s clearly intimidated by you, so back the fuck off!” “I wonder,” UKJ continued, clearly oblivious or willfully ignorant of my presence, “how much you would fetch for on the open market…” That tears it; I grabbed Ugly Kid joe by the scruff of his plaid shirt, forcing him away from Flutters, and thrusting him into a table adjacent. The platters and cups on that table clattered his impact. “Now listen here, bub,” I bellowed, “I ain’t got time to listen to you prattle on about nonsense. You’re gonna leave my friend alone, you're gonna leave me in peace, or else I’m gonna need to introduce you some friends of mine! GOT IT!!” “Geez,” UKJ whimpered, “I was trying to make some conversation…” “Go converse with the dining car attendant,” I growled, “my friend and I have a long ass day, we would like to eat in some semblance of peace, and not be hounded by some shithead with no sense of personal boundaries. DO YOU GET THE OLE DRIFTOLA?!” UKJ nods, whimpering and as soon as I let him go, he goes simpering out of the dining car. “Thank you, Ark,” Fluttershy beamed, “he was worse than Pinkie Pie.” Then as an aside, “Smelled worse, too.” “Agreed,” I replied, “the less of idiots we have to deal with, the better.” We were just finishing the last of our food when the PA system comes alive, letting us know we were now arriving in Oklahoma City. It was about fucking time! Twilight’s POV “So… we have to make it to someplace called Oklahoma City for Pinkie’s wedding rehearsal? I could probably teleport us… but, I’d need to know where it is.” I said as I read the digital invite that Pinkie had left with Barb… it made sense that she was glad to do so. “Um, Twilight I could bring up enough mapping data of the apartments that Pinkie left that you could likely get a good bead on them, though I’m worried that Stephanie and Cedric may not handle the long distance Teleportation that well. “We can handle it mom… besides we wanna see your friends too.” Stephanie said with a smile, it’d been a very eventful week since Pinkie had invited them, I was actually less worried about the long distance teleport than I was worried that they would have another flare up… Cedric’s magic seemed to erupt around him violently when he experienced extreme emotions, Stephanie’s was a more subdued defensive style of magic, though even defensive magic can harm if healing magic can convince someone’s body their own body is a threat. Cedric moved up to me gripping the hem of my skirt. “Don’t worry momma, we can do it. We’ll be on our best behavior for Auntie Pinkie, I promise.” I couldn’t handle the puppy dog eyes he gave me… and within minutes I had begun instructing them to pack. I had packed the only dress I’d brought with me from my diplomatic mission before taking over as Cedric and Stephanie’s mother, my royal gown, regalia included. ‘I guess I should look official as the only other alicorn there, though I hope I could speak to Celestia about Cedric and Stephanie’s magic… I’d never seen it done without a horn before and it was slightly worrying me if the reason they had such violent… releases was due to this.’ After a half hour Cedric came down wearing a short sleeved T-Shirt and holding a travel bag for at least a few days travel. “Momma did I do it right? You said I needed to has lots of undies.” He said showing me that while he did indeed have lots of clean underwear… he didn’t have much else. “Oh Cid… sweetie you need to pack more than underwear here let me help you.” So for the next fifteen minutes I helped my son pack for the trip while Barb kept me updated on the fact Stephanie was already ready and was being informed on what a long distance teleportation would require of her. “Twilight, I’m gonna go ahead and send the message that they should expect you soon.” Barb said and I nodded, gathering my children too me and focusing energy into my horn, Barb had vanished through the digital network and I had planned to follow her after she locked the house down. So after the shutters slammed closed, preventing those who only came out at night away I focused my energy and they did so as well. “Okay, Stephanie, Cedric imagine that you’re tying a rope of energy around all of us that won’t break no matter what happens and I promise I won’t lose you.” I said as I watched them, from Stephanie ropes of brilliant shimmering light flowed from her back as if it was being made of wings and flowed around us, Cedric’s magic was raw and more primale surrounding us in a circle of flames as I gathered the energy required to link out aura’s together long enough to complete the jump. And we were off with nothing more than a loud *Pop* “Twilight!” Pinkie exclaimed as she ran toward her and gathered her, Cedric, and Stephanie into a tight hug. “Oh! I wanna introduce you to Andy!” she said before she took off again. (Andy’s POV) I was lying in the bed, wondering where Pinkie had ran off too, and thinking about how much my life had changed. I wasn’t the same anymore. The loneliness was gone, and so was the fear. The fear that whatever being out there, whatever may or may not have created all of us, that being was just waiting for me to screw up so that I would be damned to whatever torment waited for me. I realized that if there was a being that created everything then he or she had a hand in creating Pinkie Pie. Any being that could create someone, somepony that sweet and caring couldn’t want anyone to be sent to eternal damnation. I stood up, looked at the suit of clothes Pinkie had picked out for me. It was salmon, well, actually pink, but I was going to call it salmon, The suit was something that she had seen in one scene in Scarface. I looked at the suit again in the mirror. The thing was certainly dated, but she liked it, and I wanted to give her what she wanted. She’d helped me so much, and made me feel so alive, that even if it took my entire life to make her feel just as wanted as she made me feel… I’d do it. “Andy?” Pinkie’s voice asked. I looked at her. She was standing there in her wedding gown. She looked, beautiful. There wasn’t anything in any moment of history that could have even looked as beautiful as she did at that moment. I walked toward her, toward the mare that would be my wife in less than a day, and pulled her against me. “I love you Pinkie,” I said. “I love you too Andy, and I’m so nervcited!” she said excitedly. “Nervcited?” I asked. “You know when you’re all nervcited is when you’re so nervous and excited and it’s amazing!” she said hugging me. I hugged her back and then heard Igor announcing that there was a guest in the apartment. “Hello?” I asked. “You know, you two should stop fucking and get to the fucking wedding. At least me and Barbara finished.” Jacob complained outside. “Yeah, we’re not doing anything, and nice Paul impersonation,” I replied. “I wasn’t doing a Paul impression. But I did find out he is a complete fucking dick to my girlfriend, so I might just stop being friends with him” “That’s fine I suppose, but he’s your family right? I don’t think that you can really stop being family with him,” I said. “Can I come in? I need to talk to you about something.” “Sure, it’s fine. Go ahead and come in,” I said. Pinkie snuggled against me as we stood there. I didn’t want to even attempt to make her stop. I’d gotten so used to this. To being cuddled, snuggled, and pounced every once in a while. The door opened as Jacob slid in the room with one of those office rolly chairs with a funny looking mask on. The green hypnotic glasses, fake arrow through the head, and false red rubber nose with handlebar mustache made me snicker. “Sup.” Jacob proudly announced as he continued to roll to the side of our bed. “Hey, when did you get my welcoming party glasses and head gear?” Pinkie asked as she turned around to see Jacob. “I’ve had these for a while now.” Jacob said. “Can Pinkie leave? I need to speak with Andy privately.” “I suppose, I’ll get everypony together. You two stallions need to hurry,” Pinkie said as she walked out. “Babs doesn’t want to be a bridesmare, but she wants me to be a groomscolt. What should I do?” “Well, how do you feel about being in a dress?” I asked jokingly. “Wait, what?” “The bridesmare is in name only. It’s a place marker more than anything, and I know that Pinkie isn’t going to really care if she wants to wear a tux. It’s just having her there is all that’s really going to matter to her. She already wants you to be part of it as well, and so do I. Jacob, if Babs is happier in a tux, fine. If she feels better walking beside you, fantastic, just ask her to stand on Pinkie’s side,” I replied, “Oh, and Pinkie told me about the tux… I’m not sure how she knows, and I’m happy not trying to understand it.” “As long as she’s next to me, I’m fine.” Jacob said. “Y’all might want to get a move on it. Pinkie’s gettin’ a might fidigity down there,” Applejack called from the elevator. Jacob’s POV Oh, shit, it was AJ, my favorite Mane 6. I rolled in the elevator with her, Andy following me, as the door closed. “You must be Applejack. Babs has told me a lot about you.” I said to the orange anthro mare next to me. “Uh, thank ya… So, Ah guess that we ough ta be gittin’ this shindig started,” she replied. The elevator opened as Babs walks in the elevator. She was wearing the orange tux I gave her, and damn she still looks beautiful. “Oh, hey AJ. I see you’ve met my coltfriend, Jacob Cromwell.” Babs said “Oh, well it’s right nice ta meet ya,” she said shaking my hand. Oh my god, her grip was so strong, it made my fucking hand hurt, “So, how long have y’all been datin’?” “A few weeks.” I said. “Our bonding has grown faster than a zap apple tree!” I nudged AJ. “Y’all know ‘bout zap apples?” she asked looking at me. “Of course, Barbara told me.” I said. The door opened as I slid out with the rest of the party, still in my office chair and mask. “You’re colt friend’s a little touched in the head ain’t he? Ah mean he’s sliding around in that chair, and wearing a git up like Pinkie would to a welcome to Ponyville party,” Applejack said. “Yeah, but besides that he’s the sweetest and most caring colt I’ve ever known,” Babs replied. “Uh huh, well, least he doesn’t want to explore the rear entrance to the barn. Ah gotta to talk ta Anthony ‘bout that,” Applejack said. “Relax, he isn’t abusive or anything.” Babs said. “That’s good, and ya don’t go lettin’ him do whatever he wants just ‘cause. Ya be sure that yer okay with it too,” Applejack said. Babs’ eye’s widened for a moment. “Like what?” “I think she means you shouldn’t let him be like that prick that owns that one company… Fantastic something,” a stallion said as he walked up to Applejack. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her cheek. “So what’s up sweetheart?” he asked. “Jest catching up with ma cousin. Babs, this is Anthony,” Applejack said. I watched her and Babs continue to talk to each other, but when I looked at Anthony I kept thinking about what she had said about rear door of the barn. “Anthony, this is my coltfriend, Jacob!” She said. We shook hands, and thank fucking Celestia that it wasn’t as tight as AJ’s grip. I was still sitting down, with the mask and the rolly chair. Anthony looked at me. His grip might not have been as tight as AJ’s but he was a pile of muscle. Like, oh my fucking god, man, he must have been exercising daily. No, minutely. “So, how did you and your coltfriend meet?” Babs asked. “Well, it’s a long story, and Ah’ll tell you ‘bout it after the wedding,” Applejack said. “You know, I think that Applejack wanted ta ask if you guys wanted to come visit us out on the farm. We’ve got the room, and I don’t think that Big Mac or Jessica is gonna mind,” Anthony said. “Is Apple Bloom going to be there?” Babs asked. “Well, kind of hard fer her not to be. Ah mean she’s gotta catch the train and ride back with us. If’n y’all wanna talk ta her ah think she’s talkin’ to Andy’s sister. Course though we all ought ta be gittin’ ready ta leave. Ah hope that Rars is gonna show. Ah know Pinkie dun said she invited her, but Ah ain’t seen hide nor hair of her,” Applejack said. “Where the fuck is Apple Bloom? I need to see her, like, like NOW!” Babs said, full of excitement. “Well, she was right over there,” Anthony said pointing toward a doorway. (Apple Bloom’s POV) Ah looked at Sarah as she finished fixin’ ma hair. Ah grinned as Ah looked at maself in the mirror. Ah got up and looked at ma hair. Ah ain’t had ma hair done in a braid like this before. Ah walked toward the door and opened it. When Ah walked outside of the bathroom ma eyes saw the face of ma favorite cousin. “BABS!” Ah shouted as Ah ran toward her. “CUZ!” Babs replied as we both embraced into a hug. The two of us hugged tightly. Ah’d missed ma cousin so bad, and ah was so glad ta see that she was okay. “Oh my Gosh what cha been doing?!” Ah asked excitedly. “Uh, sex?” “Wat.” “UH, I MEAN I’m chilling and stuff. You know how I am.” Babs said, her face as red as ma mane. Ah looked at her fer a second before Ah shook ma head. “Y’all been doing what ma sis and her coltfriend been doin’ ain’t ya? They act like they ain’t done anything, but Ah can hear ‘em from down the hall,” Ah said. “Uh, well, I mea-” “Yes, yes we have,” a young stallion rolled into the room, wearing Pinkie Pie’s welcome goggles and arrow, and rolling in an office chair. “That’s yer coltfriend? He ain’t touched in the head is he?” Ah asked. “Why does everyone say I’m fucking touched in the head?” The stallion said. “And yes, I’m Jacob Cromwell, Babs’ coltfriend.” He held his hand for me ta shake it. Ah looked at it and then at him. Ah reached out and gripped his hand giving it a firm shape. “It’s nice ta meet ya,” Ah said, “Although Ah dun wanna to hear ‘bout what y’all been doing. Ah dun wanna know.” “Okay Everypony, we need ta get ready! That limo carriage thing Andy ordered is here… TWI is that you?!” Applejack shouted as Pinkie Pie, Andy, Twilight, and two foals walked in. Twilight’s POV Pinkie rushed back toward us with a stallion behind her. He looked happy, a little confused, but happy. “Pinkie I’m glad you want me to be one of your bridemares but, as a princess I can’t wear the dress you want me too, I do have to appear at least somewhat official you know.” I said feeling a bit sad that I’d had to tell Pinkie that I couldn’t wear the dress she had for me, though I had the sneaking suspicion that if I’d actually seen it then I’d likely be glad for my discretion. “Awww… Okay,” Pinkie said her smile fading a little. Cedric was looking around at all of the various bodies gathered around before there was a loud call for me and I was startled to see Applejack and Applebloom standing there, along with their cousin Babs. “Applejack! Apple Bloom! Babs! Oh thank Celestia you’re all here! I was starting to worry when Barb hadn’t told me that you were around.” She said motioning to the phone in her hand, it was a handy little device that allowed the A.I. in a house to be carried completely autonomously with the home’s owner. It was one of the prototypes that Nathaniel Drake had planned to debut before… his passing. Cedric looked at the farm ponies and city ponies for a moment and shook slightly, he held tightly to my side the entire time. Stephanie on the other hand was busy speaking with Pinkie about the spare dress. “Look, sorry about mom but she’s got this really… wait you probably already know all about her OCD don’t you?” The teen asked getting a nod from the mare of the hour. “Yeah well since mom doesn’t want the dress it’d be a shame for it to go to waste right? I mean… sure I’m not exactly mom’s size but, I could wear it… if… you… okay that smile is really, really creepy.” Stephanie said as she watched Pinkie’s smile grow, and grow, and grow before she was dragged off. “Twilight gotta borrow your daughter so she can wear the dress you didn’t want be right back~” “What?! Pinkie! But… I… gah… so… what have you all been up too?” I said with a sigh as Cedric was laughing silently. “Well… I met Andy, and then learned that he’s actually a really nice stallion, which is really good because I wouldn’t want to be with a bad stallion,” she took a deep breath, “Then I started getting a combo, and I knew that Applejack was here! So, I invited her to the wedding, and then I got one for you, Rarity, Fluttershy, and Princess Celestia, which is really weird, cause I wouldn’t have thought I would get one for her! Oh! And you’re gonna love Mr. Anderson! He’s such a supernicestallion!” Pinkie pulled Stephanie out of the room as she closed the door. Andy shrugged. “I’ve long since decided not to try to understand, and I’ve been happy ever since,” Andy said. Twilight nodded. “Yeah, that’s about the wisest move you could possibly make with Pinkie.” I said with a giggle. “Well it’s nice to meet you, I’m Twilight Sparkle, one of Pinkie’s friends from back home… I recently moved to the United Kingdom’s 091 District to watch over the children of a friend of mine.” “That’s quite noble of you,” Andy said as another body moved toward them. “Twi, it’s good ta see ya!” Applejack said offering a hug. I couldn’t help it, I squealed and hugged her. “Applejack~ I’m glad you’re okay… looks like Pinkie isn’t the only one with wedding bells in her future from all the stallions in this room.” I couldn’t refrain from saying that as I hugged the farm mare. “Well, Ah gotta admit that Ah kind of like ‘im. Though there’s times he acts a little slow,” she said watching her coltfriend from across the room, “So, are these yer foals?” I nodded. “Yeah, I took them in after their… parents passed on.” Cedric seemed to get sad when I mentioned that. “Cedric, this is Applejack she’s one of my best friends.” He looked up at her and blinked twice. “You’re tall…” “Thank ya, ya know, Ah know what it’s like to miss yer ma and pa. Yer never gonna stop missin’ ‘em, but ya don’t need ta. Ya jest need ta know that no matter what ya do their gonna be proud of ya,” she said as she knelt down to Cedric. Cedric looked up at her. “Y-You mean it?” he asked moving over to her and looking at her while ringing his hands. “Course Ah do. Ah know that they’re proud, because Ah know that ma folks are proud of me. Granny Smith once told me that our folks never stop lookin’ after us,” she said. He nodded and moved over to hug her a smile on his face. “Aww, he seems to like you Applejack.” I said with a warm feeling in my heart. “Ah like him too,” she said. “Master, it appears the Limo Driver outside is attempting announce his presence via his Digital Assistant. Shall I replay the message?” Igor asked. “No, but inform him that we’ll be out shortly,” Andy replied, “Sorry, but it looks like we should go join everyone out there. Twilight, if you want to ride with Pinkie and myself we’ll be taking our SUV. There’s plenty of room, and I’m fairly certain that Pinkie would be well.. tickled pink to have you come along.” I nodded. “I think that’ll be fine, besides it’s not like I could say no with how Pinkie dragged Stephanie off.” a laugh escaping my throat as I said that. We were greeted with the sight of Stephanie and Pinkie returning. The dress had been taken in, slightly, and Stephanie’s hair had been braided with flowers. Andy stood there, shook his head, and smiled. “Have fun?” he asked. “Oh it was AMAZING! Mary was nice enough to take it in, and then I was like we need flowers, so we went over to the flower shop, but they didn’t have what we wanted, so then we found Sarah’s flower garden! She let us have the roses, and even braided her hair! Doesn’t it look pretty?!” Pinkie said bouncing in place. “She looks lovely sweetheart. I think that our ride is here though,” he said. “I thought we were taking the Expedition… I really wanted to show Twilight it…” she said. “We’re taking it,” he replied “Yay! Twilight you’re gonna love it! It’s amazing!” “Oh? Um, well okay. Let’s go?” I said a bit nervous at the fact I was going to ride in the big metal carriages that I’d seen riding around. Pinkie grinned, grabbed Andy’s hand, and pulled him up to her side. They walked out leading us toward the other side of the building toward the other side of the brownstone building. Andy opened the rolldown for the garage and there inside was a off shade of pink large metal carriage. Andy walked to it, got in, and rolled it out. “It’s so much fun to ride in!” Pinkie exclaimed as she opened the back doors for us. Cedric, Stephanie, and I climbed inside with smiles at getting to ride with Pinkie and Andy. “Thanks Pinkie, Andy… so, looks like we’re gonna have more time to talk on the way huh?” I felt a bit odd sitting down on the seat but, I was glad that Pinkie said it’d be okay. The large carriage followed the on in front of it. Pinkie reached into a hidden compartment between the two front seats and pulled out a small dish of chocolates. “Would you two foals like some chocolate?” she asked. Cedric nodded and took one. “Yes, thank you Mrs. Pinkie.” he said with a smile. She grinned, looked at me, and put the chocolate up. The carriage turned into a parking lot, and Andy parked it behind the other carriage. Outside, standing near the entrance was two other ponies. Pinkie quickly unstrapped herself from her seat, opened her door, and squealed in excitement. “Rarity!!!!” She pounced her, and watching with an amused expression was Princess Celestia. “Twilight, it’s a pleasure to see you,” Celestia said, Babs’ POV Everypony began moving out to the front of Pinkie’s and Andy’s home. Once we were out the huge limousine parked outside looked amazing. I remember seeing something like this: It was crystal blue, long, and looked something like Andy’s Expedition. A driver stepped outside and opened the door. “Is this the Williams and Pie party?” the driver asked. “We are fella,” Applejack said. “Well, then I believe that part of you can fit into here,” he said opening the door. Applejack stepped into the limo, and I watched as Jacob followed. He finally got off the rolly chair, but didn’t take off his goggles and arrow. I climbed in behind him with Apple Bloom beside me. “SO,” Jacob said, “What’s up Apple Bloom?” “Nuthin’ much really. Ah’m ready to see this wedding happening,” she said. “Me too. I’m off work for the week, so I have no idea where we’re going to go!” Jacob said. “Well, Ah think that Anthony offered for y’all to come out to Sweet Nectar Acres! Why dun’t y’all do that?! Babs and me can hang out, and Ah know that Big Mac and Anthony would like ta show ya around the farm, and maybe even get ya to help out with the harvesting, if’n y’all want to help out. Course, Ah’m sure that Jess would like some help making some of the preserves and fritters,” Apple Bloom said. “Do you guys still do the Apple Family Reunion?” My coltfriend asked. “Well, we dun know how many of us are here. Ah mean Pinkie seems ta know, but we ain’t got to ask her yet,” Applejack replied. “Well, we at least should have the CMC together again sometime!” I said. “Ah’d love ta find Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo! It’d be so much fun ta see them again!” she exclaimed. “Yeah…” I said, looking down. “I miss them awfully bad.” “Yer gonna meet ‘em eventually. Ah know it,” Applejack said. “I need another cat after this,” Jacob said. “My other one got killed, so I might get one after the wedding and Sweet Apple Acres.” “Ah heard Pinkie say that Fluttershy is gonna be at the weddin’. Maybe ya could ask her if’n she has a cat fer ya,” Apple Bloom said. “Well, I was thinking maybe just adopting one at the shelter, but I might ask Flutters.” Jacob said. “Either way would be fine. Ah’m sure that Flutters would be happy to know that a kitten is saved,” Applejack said. “Babs, can you get me my pills? It should be in my pants pocket. I’m kind of have my hands full on my phone” Jacob said to me. I reached in, but I didn’t find the pill bottle, but I found something else that I enjoyed playing with. I tugged on it slightly making him jump slightly. I grinned at his expression. “I don’t think that’s it is it?” I asked. “Babs, not now. Later.” He growled at me. “Awww,” I said making a pouty face, “If you really don’t want me to do that…” I found the pill bottle, and handed it to him. “Here you go,” I said sweetly. I noticed the limo pulling up and stopping. I looked outside to see Pinkie running straight toward another pony. “I think we’re here,” I said. (Pinkie’s POV) I hugged Rarity and heard her let out a short gasp. “Pinkie, darling, it is quite nice to see you, but I can’t really breathe,” she said. “Ooopsie doodle,” I said letting up, “It’s so good to see you!” “It’s good to see you too, and I was surprised to see the Princess was here,” Rarity replied. “Oh, I felt a combo that told me she was here, and then I thought that I wanted to ask her to come, and she said that she wanted to come and help with the ceremony!” I said happily. Babs and her coltfriend rushed over to Rarity and I. “Hey, Rarity!” Babs said to the snow white mare. “Babs, it’s a pleasure to see you again. You’ve grown into a beautiful young mare, and this is your coltfriend… My… what an interesting choice for wedding attire,” she said. “The bridesmare dress was absolutely horrid. Anyway, this is my coltfriend Jacob.” “Uh, hi,” Jacob said, “You must be Rarity.” I heard that Jacob really admires Rarity, but not as much as Applejack, which is his favorite pony, aside from Babs, of course. “Ooooo! We need to say hi to Mr. Anderson! You should all come inside! He’s such a super sweet stallion!” I said grabbing Rarity’s, Babs’, and Jacob’s wrists. I pulled them toward the entrance hearing the awkward foot and hoof steps toward the door. “Jacob, it’s a pleasure to meet you,” Rarity said. “Thanks, I, uh, really admire you and your work,” Jacob said “Why thank you dear… Pinkie, would you be so kind as to stop dragging us behind you?” Rarity asked. “Okie Dokie Lokie! Have a seat over in the party section and I’ll go get Mr. Anderson!” I said. I rushed away from them and rushed into the kitchen where I found Mr. Anderson talking to Donny. “Pinkie! We’ve already got started on your cake for you,” he said. “Oh my Gosh I forgot the cake! I can’t believe I forgot, but you remembered! Thank you, thank you, thank you!” I said hugging him. “Oh! I wanna introduce you to some of my friends!” I said as I pulled him out of the kitchen to where Rarity, Babs, and her coltfriend was still standing and talking. “Rarity, this is Mr. Anderson! He’s super nice, just like Mr. Cake,” I said. “It’s a pleasure,” he said. “Thank you, and thank you for kindly allowing Pinkie to use your place of business to have her wedding in,” Rarity said. Jacob was already playing an arcade game, something named ‘Donkey Kong Jr.’ “Ah, I see that he’s discovered one of the classic machines, and actually we’re going to holding the wedding inside of minigolf course,” he said. “10,000 credits and I’ll take it.” Jacob said to Mr. Anderson. “Unless this isn’t for sale. This cabinet did introduce me to classic video games.” “Son, if you’re wanting that arcade cabinet, we’ll talk, but we’re going to have to do it after the reception. I’m busier than a one legged man in a butt kicking contest,” Mr. Anderson said. “I’m more than happy to discuss this after the wedding.” Jacob said as he walked away from the cabinet and to Babs. “Oh! We should show everypony where we’re gonna have the wedding!” I said. “If you want to I don’t mind opening it up, but are we ready to start the rehearsal?” Mr. Anderson. “Where exactly in the arcade are we taking place? Hopefully we won’t do this in front of all these people and machines.” Babs said. “Actually, it’s out in the Minigolf course, or inside part of it. Let me tell everypony that we’re moving in there,” he said. He turned and walked toward the parking lot of the Arcade. “This place is awesome!” Jacob said. “I’m SO getting Donkey Kong Junior.” Jacob said to Babs. “Well, how are we going to carry this back to Los Angeles?” Babs asked. “I dunno, Mr. Anderson will help us.” Jacob said. He comes back into the room and smiles at all of us. “Well, come along with me,” he said. He led us back outside, and I smiled as I watched Rarity and Babs looked at the entrance of the castle. I grinned knowing what was inside. He opened the door and led us into the huge hallway. I could hear the gasps from both of them. I giggled and snorted as the doors opened revealing the throne room. “Oh, this is so stunning… It’s almost as if you captured the image of Princess Celestia’s throne room perfectly,” Rarity said. “I’m at my favorite princess’s castle. Teeheehee.” Jacob giggled. Rarity moved around the throne room. She walked toward the walls, touching the stone. I smiled, remembering doing the same thing. “Woah man… This is pretty cool,” a new voice said. “Derrek? It’s good to see you! I see that you decided to wear your ceremonial robe,” Mr. Anderson said as he walked toward a bearded stallion in a bathrobe, holding a coffee mug, and wearing sandles. “Of course man, so, when do we want to run through the rehearsal?” he asked. “Now would be a good time.” Mr. Anderson said. “Everyone is here now, so why not begin right now?” “Well, alright, let’s get this thing started. So… Is this young man the groom?” he asked pointing to Jacob. “Oh, I hope I’ll be a groom soon.” Jacob said, confidently. Babs slapped Jacob. “If you know what’s fucking good for you, you’ll take that back,” Babs said. “What’s good for me?” Jacob asked. Babs whispered in his ear, “If you want to get laid tonight, or any night for the foreseeable future, you take that back.” I giggled watching them. It’s cute seeing them having a little lover’s spat. “Actually, Andy’s the groom…. OMIGOSH I FORGOT ANDY!!!!!!!” I ran out of the room heading back toward the parking lot where Andy had been standing, and I saw him with Princess Celestia, Twilight, Applejack, and Everypony else in the Arcade. I grabbed a couple of them, and I heard somepony say, “It’s Pinkie Pie being Pinkie Pie.” In less time than it took me to get the cupcakes in Maretropolis I had everypony in the throne room. “My, this is nearly perfect,” Princess Celestia said. I watched as she walked to the throne, moved it over a couple of inches, and then a polite smile crossed her face. “It’s perfect,” she said. Mr. Anderson smiled and gave her a small bow. “Thank you your highness,” he said. “Okay, that’s everypony!” I watched Jacob as he walked toward Princess Celestia. (Princess Celestia’s POV) I smiled at the young stallion walking toward me. Most of my little ponies didn’t know, or realize that often I could smell what they’ve been up to. I could smell Babs’ scent on him. He stopped and tried to say something. I grinned gently at him. “So, my little colt, if I’m understanding things correctly you have known one of my little ponies most intimately,” I said with a small smirk. “Y-Yes. I’m Jacob C-Cromwell. I’ve h-heard so much about y-you…” The stallion stuttered. “It smells like one of the Apple family, and if I’m to guess it’s not Applejack, so perhaps young Barbara isn’t it?” I asked. His eyes widened, and I watched as he dropped over like a bag of oats. I smiled. I’ve still got it. I smiled as one of my little ponies rushed to him. She looked up at me and I gave her a warm smile. “He is fine, and he will awake once he’s had a few moments, but perhaps it would be best to make him more comfortable. If this is built like my throne room,” I said looking around, “Ah, there it is.” We moved him toward a low lying couch. Once he was on it I touched his head. “So, my little pony, how long have you and your stallion been together?” I asked. I can see her get flustered, and for a moment it feels exactly like when I would catch one of my students doing things they would try to get away with. I could tease her more about it, but there isn’t real sense in doing so. No, the best thing that I could do, and am doing, is giving her a little nudge. “Weeks.” she said. “As long as I can fully remember moving with him.” Suddenly, the stallion rose out of his faint. “GOLD NUGGET- oh hey Babs, and Princess Cel...es…” His face was as red as a rose. I grinned at them both, and I turned my direction toward him. I had teased them both a great deal, and while it was fun, I knew that it was time to settle. We would begin the rehearsal soon. “Ok, Princess, I like you and all, but please don’t mention about me and Babs’ little, uh, alone moments…” The stallion said as he got up. His marefriend held his upper body on her, wrapping an arm around each other. “Wait, she said we…?” “Fucked, yeah. I guess that’s why they call her Trollestia.” They both laughed. “Your secret is safe with me, but if you are her special somepony I would like to put a name with a face,” I said watching them. “What do you mean? I already told you my name, unless you’re talking about Babs Seed.” The stallion replied. “No, I just wanted to make sure it was Jacob C...Cro-,” I said. “Cromwell, Jacob Cromwell.” He finished, “I’m related to Ronald Cromwell, who used to be a huge part of the Glossman Corporation, until it was taken by some asshole named Michael Davids or some crap like that.” “Ah, Thomas has told me much about the corporations. Hearing about them reminds me quite a bit of the Canterlot Nobles. Some seemed to have good ideals, but for the most part several of them are unforgivingly selfish and single minded,” she said. “After the wedding, we should really have a proper conversation.” Jacob said. “Ok, Jake, let the poor princess be.” His marefriend said to him. I overheard a bit of what they were saying when they were walking away. “Hey, I love you, babe.” Jacob said. “Love you too, Jake.” Babs replied. I smiled at them. Nowadays, young and loving couples like them are rare. I could tell she’s part of the Apple Family, because I saw her with the Cutie Mark Crusaders sometimes, and especially Apple Bloom. There was also the letters that Twilight would forward to me. Friendship reports, similar to the ones I had her do when she came to Ponyville, had been sent to her by the young crusaders. I could remember getting several reports from Babs, her time in Manehattan, and her speaking of the few friends she had made while there. It was good to see her with somepony, somepony as kind and gentle as Jacob, and not an abusive coltfriend. “Princess? I’d like to introduce you to my two foals,” Twilight said as she approached. “Twilight, it’s so good to see you,” I said wrapping my former favorite student into a hug. We stood there for a moment until she finally broke the hug and I looked at both of her foals. “This is Cedric and Stephanie,” she said. “It is a pleasure to meet you both,” I replied. Her little colt acted so cute by trying to hide behind her. I knelt down to eye level with him and grinned. “You are very special,” I said. He watched me. “I used to teach very special unicorns how to use their magic, and I helped Twilight with hers,” I said. “Really?” he asked. “Yes, she had so much potential, and I feel that kind of potential rolling off you, off of both of you actually. Listen to her, learn from her, and I promise that if you do you can change the world,” I said. Our attention was caught by the sound of a throat clearing. I grinned, stood, and noticed the unkempt looking holy man calling for our attention. “It’s been, like, brought to my attention that we should get the rehearsal started, so if all of you wouldn’t mind taking your places, we’ll go ahead… Oh, Ummm… Princess, she’s a princess right? Princess, I’ve been told that you’re gonna help do this thing, so come on up here,” he said. I smiled, walked toward him, and watched as he held his empty coffee mug. (Andy’s POV) Slowly the entire group began getting into where we should be standing. Well, nearly everypony. Pinkie had disappeared, but I expected her to. A moment later I heard the sounds of an organ playing, and the doors opened. Pinkie walked in wearing her wedding gown. She looked stunning. There was no other way to describe her. Beautiful didn’t seem to fit what I saw, it was much more than that. She carried herself in a way I had come to expect, and one that I desired. She was happy, excited, and all of it showed through her steps and smile. She came up to the alter and then the Dudist Minister grinned at us. “The Dude talks about a great many things. He says that love, love is a mystery, and it’s one that only the truly brave, or the incredibly stupid, want to try and figure out. So, I find it comforting that we are all a little of both. After all, who isn’t just a little stupid and a little crazy when it comes to love?” he asked, “So, in honor of the dude, I’m going to let the Princess do the work now.” Celestia smiled and looked at me. “Who gives this mare to this stallion?” she asked. “I do,” Mr. Anderson said. From there we said our vows, and then we broke apart for a few moments for a small break before the wedding. I smiled as everyone began moving to various parts of the throne room. The group seemed relaxed, and that was good. We needed to be relaxed before the wedding started. I felt a hand touch my own, and I looked at Pinkie. She was happily smiling, watching me, and then looking at everypony else. “I’m so glad that they could all make our wedding,” she said. “I am too,” I replied. “Oh! Why don’t we go out into the arcade?!” she asked. I nodded, and it seemed that everypony else had the same idea. We began moving out into the arcade. There was a sort of electric feeling once we were out in the Arcade. The feeling only intensified as everypony gathered together. “I do hope that John can make it,” Rarity said looking around. “Oh, is that your coltfriend?” Pinkie asked. “I… actually I want to say that he is. He’s every bit a gentlecolt, and I do enjoy spending time with him. He’s very kind,” she replied. “Aww, we that’s real sweet Rars, Ah hope that it works out fer ya,” Applejack said. “Thank you, and I hope that you and beau work out as well,” she replied. “Shucks, Ah ain’t worried. Anthony might not lookit, but he’s a gentle soul. He jest needs somepony to help him realize what he could be like,” Applejack said smiling. I listened the mares talking and smiled. A moment later a lavendar Alicorn Princess walked near Pinkie and myself. “Where are you two planning on going for your honeymoon?” she asked. “Andy found this cruise, and it looks super fun! We get to play dress up in vintage clothes, and everypony gets to act like somepony else that took the cruise the first time! It’s so exciting!” Pinkie said. “That actually sounds like fun. What cruise is it?” Twilight asked. “It’s called the inaugural cruise of the Titanic II,” Pinkie replied. I heard someone crack a joke about icebergs and noticed Jacob trying to look innocent. The chime for the front door went off and then I heard a gasp and a set of hooves rushing toward it. I looked up to see Rarity engulfing somepony into a tight hug. “I was afraid that you wouldn’t be able to make it,” she said. “Naw, I wouldn’t leave you to yourself like that,” the man said. “FLUTTERSHY!” Pinkie shouted and bounced toward the butter colored pegasus. “OHMIGOSH I’M SO GLAD THAT YOU MADE IT!” she exclaimed. “Did somepony say the Titanic II?” Babs jumped in the conversation. I nodded and looked at her. “That’s where we’re planning on spending our honeymoon. Pinkie liked the idea of dressing up and playing characters from the original cruise. I haven’t told her who we got yet,” I said. “Doesn’t that sink?” Babs asked. “The original did, but they claim that everything has been modified for this one. Besides, Pinkie is really looking forward to it,” I said. “During the first few weeks of living with Jake, we watched a couple of movies, most were romance, and one of them was Titanic, which wasn’t as significant in my life as this one movie called Xanadu, but that’s a whole other can of worms for another day.” Babs chuckled. “So how long have you two been together?” “It’s been a few months, but it hardly even seems very long at all. Still, I’ve never known anyone as kind as she is. Pinkie… Pinkie has shown me more kindness, and happiness, than I’ve ever known. If I have to spend the rest of my life doing it I’m going to do the same for her,’ I said. I watched Pinkie as she engulfed Fluttershy in a deep hug. The butter yellow Pegasus obviously enduring what I’ve come to call a Pinkie hug. It’s nice to see her so happy and living in the moment. I honestly know without a doubt that I wouldn’t be here, I wouldn’t be the man I am without her. I honestly don’t know where I would be, but I know that I wouldn’t be happy. I would have so much worth living for like I do now. ~~~~(Fluttershy’s POV)~~~~~ “Fluttershy! I’m so happy you made it! YAY! Oh! I’ve got introduce you Andy, and your dress! Oh no… I don’t know if we have time to get you into your dress!” Pinkie said, “Oooo! That’s what it looks like!” She pointed to Applejack who was coming toward us. “Uh, Pinkie,” I murmured, “is that- really the dress you want me to wear?” “Yeah, Pinkie,” Ark added, “I’m all for Fluttershy looking nice, but this is nice for an exotic dancer, not a bridesmaid.” “What? I thought that it was a pretty dress,” she said her hair starting to go flat. “Well, it is pretty,” I explained, “it’s just- well, it isn’t what I thought a bridesmaid dress would look like.” “And considering the time we have left,” Ark remarked, “I dunno if Flutters has the time to get into it. If you ask me it’s looks a little loose for her figure. Doncha think, Flutters?” “Mmhmm,” I agreed, “I’d be swimming in that.” “Oh… That’s okay then. Well what you’re wearing now is very pretty,” Pinkie said giving a small smile. A moment later another stallion walked over. He laid a hand on Pinkie’s shoulder. “Are you okay sweetheart?” he asked. “I’m fine, I just didn’t think about the dresses,” she said. “PINKIE, Darling I love you dearly, but this… Oh I wish that you would have allowed me to design your bridesmare dresses,” Rarity said walking out in the same type of dress that Applejack wore. Her eye was twitching slightly as she smoothed out her sides. “I thought it was pretty,” Pinkie said in a small voice. “Oh Darling, it is a… well… It’s a lovely dress. It really is, but it’s not what I would consider wedding attire. I’m sorry, I truly am, and please don’t be upset. If you don’t mind I shall keep this dress, and perhaps make a few modifications to it?” Rarity asked. “You mean it?” Pinkie asked looking hopeful. “Of course I do,” she said before looking at me, “Of Fluttershy you are absolutely stunning! Where did you get your ensemble?” “Oh, we got this in a little shop not far from Union Station in Chicago,” I answered, “what was the name of that store Ark?” “The Canal Street Boutique, if I remember right,” Ark sayed, “at the corner of Canal and Jackson. A tiny little place, but really snazzy. Kinda reminds me of the little tailor shop in The Village.” “Oh it sounds absolutely divine! You said it’s in Chicago, and at the corner of Canal and Jackson. I shall have to ask John if he minds if we perhaps visit that area. I’d love to see what fashions they have,” Rarity committed. “Oh! I almost forgot! Everypony this is Andy!” Pinkie said excited, the curls returning to her hair. The stallion that had came over to her waved lightly to everypony. “It’s a pleasure,” he said. “Andy, this is two of my bestest friends Fluttershy and Rarity,” she said. “Fluttershy, Rarity I am honored to meet you. Any friend of Pinkie’s is a friend of mine,” he said. “The pleasure’s ours,” Ark replied, “who knew Flutters had such friends in high places?” I smiled, knowing Ark is shooting his mouth off; it something he does when he’s nervous. I’m feeling rather anxious myself, but it had nothing to do with the crowd or the event. “I don’t either of us really consider to be anypony in high places. I just happen to like to write, and Pinkie is… Well Pinkie is the reason I’m a better man,” Andy replied, “Miss Fluttershy, you look a little distressed, are you okay? Would you like something to drink, or a quiet place to sit down for a few moments? I know how hard it is being an introvert and being out in public.” “Oh, no, I’m fine,” I lied, “if anypony should be distressed, it’s Pinkie. She’s getting married in under- what? an hour, maybe two?” “Far less than an hour… Actually in the next fifteen minutes… We’re gonna need to start heading into the ceremony area,” He replied. “Oh you’re gonna love it! It’s so pretty!” Pinkie exclaimed happily. Pinkie began leading us, all of us, toward the outside. When we stepped out I could see the minigolf course we were walking through right up until we stood in front of the castle doors. They opened and inside was far different than I expected! It was huge; the hallway looked like part of Canterlot castle. She led us through the hall, opened the door at the far end, and I could see Princess Celestia’s throne. It was her throne room, it was like standing in a piece of our home. I felt my hands wrap around Ark’s arm. “It’s it amazing?!” Pinkie asked bouncing in place. “I’ve died and gone to brony heaven…” Ark whispered. “Ark, what’s a brony?” I asked. “Tell ya later,” Ark replied, “once I stop fargasming…” There’s a slight clearing of a throat and I noticed almost everypony looking toward the sound. There, standing near a stallion in a bathrobe, is Princess Celestia. “Are we nearly ready to begin?” she asked, and then she notices both Rarity and myself and smiles a motherly smile toward us. “Ohmyfuckinggawd, it’s Princess Celestia,” Ark muttered, then he drops to his knees in a worshipful manner, “WE’RE NOT WORTHY! WE’RE NOT WORTHY! WE’RE NOT WORTHY!” “HALLELUJAH!” Jacob randomly shouted and joined Ark. “INSERT WAYNES WORLD REFERENCE HERE! INSERT WAYNES WORLD REFERENCE HERE!” “Oh dear, I really didn’t expect to see this happening,” she said as she walked toward me, “Are they well?” “Well, Ark is fine, I think,” I answered, “the other stallion, I don’t know.” “I HAVEN’T TAKEN MY PILLS YET! 14 MORE HOURS AND I GO INTO MURDEROUS RAMPAGE MODE!” Jacob shouted again. Babs threw a pill bottle at Jacob’s head as he took two pills and swallowed them dry. “Ok, I’m better now.” “My… what an interesting outburst. I shall keep my promise of keeping an eye on you, and perhaps I shall ask Thomas to see about helping you to find longer lasting medication,” she replied before walking back toward the throne. “Nah, I’m fine. I just haven’t taken them since the way over here.” Jacob patted Ark on the back and said, “You good.” then sat back down with Babs. “I’m- good?” Ark asked hesitantly. “Wayne's World, remember?” Jacob said. “Wayne’s- World?” Ark asked bemused, “I have no idea what you’re on about, bub.” “Either you’re sarcastic or incredibly stupid.” Jacob facepalmed. “Yeah, I agree,” Babs said. “You’re still getting slapped though.” and she did. Ark laughed, “I’d buy that for a dollar!” “Anyway, it looks like everybody’s here, so do we want to start this thing?” the Dudist minister asked. “Fluttershy… you still want to be in my wedding right? I mean you and your coltfriend?” Pinkie asked. “Oh, yes,” I replied, “I would be my honor.” “Thankyou! Thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou!” she rambled quickly, We should take places!” Babs stands up “AH, FUCK THIS! I WANNA BE A BRIDESMARE TOO!” She ran to where Pinkie and I were. “YAY!” she shouted before gathering me, Babs, Twilight, Applejack, Apple Bloom, and Rarity into a tight hug. “I’m still wearing my tux, even thought I might stand out.” Babs said. “I don’t care because I’ve got my family and friends doing this with me! Okay Mr. Man we’re ready!” Pinkie shouted. The Dudist Minister looked at everypony, smiled and held up his coffee mug. “The Dude talks about a great many things. He says that love, love is a mystery, and it’s one that only the truly brave, or the incredibly stupid, want to try and figure out. So, I find it comforting that we are all a little of both. After all, who isn’t just a little stupid and a little crazy when it comes to love?” he asked, “So, in honor of the dude, I’m going to let the Princess do the work now.” (Pinkie’s POV) I smiled and giggled as I stood outside the door. I love moving away when ponies aren’t paying attention and then popping back up, but right now I’m standing with Mr. Anderson. I smiled brightly as he looped his arm through my own. “You ready?” he asked. I nodded. My mama had told me that getting married was one of the scariest things she had ever done. It was scary because her and Daddy had been promised to each other, but never met until after they married. This was different. I knew Andy, and I love him. I love him more now than I did before. I walked with Mr. Anderson into the throne room. I saw all of my friends, my family, and my soon to be family. We walked to the front of the room and I stood near Andy. “Who gives this mare to be married?” Princess Celestia asked. “I do,” Mr. Anderson replied. “Thank you,” she said as he stepped away, “Marriage is a sacred bond. Like our friend here said it is often the foolish and the courageous that attempt to understand love, and also like he said I am thankful that most of us fall into this category,” She said. (Andy’s POV) Nervous doesn’t even begin to describe what I was feeling. The wedding wasn’t huge, and I knew partly that was for me, but right now I’m ready to be married. I’m ready to take Pinkie, go on our Honeymoon, and spend the next several days just being with her. “I understand that you’ve both prepared your vows, Ms Pie, if you’d like to go first,” Princess Celestia said. “Andy, I never knew that I could love somepony as much as I love you. It’s like my party cannon exploded inside of me and left me with nothing but happiness, giggles, and love. I want you to know that I will be there to help you shoulder our burdens, that I will carry carry any weight we come across. I promise to be true to you, to give you every part of me, and to always keep you in my heart,” she said. “And Mr. Williams?” Princess Celestia asked. “Pinkie, I never knew what happiness was before I met you. I seriously didn’t. I thought that the most I could hope for, the most I could even expect to see was a life alone. Instead you came into my life, and you turned on my life. You helped me find my happiness, and you’ve reminded me every single day that I’m loved. I plan on spending the rest of my life, every second of it, trying to show you how much you are loved,” I said. (Ark’s POV) The wedding started and I sat watching. Apparently, my little deity worship caused my left leg to short out. I had to bow out as a groomsman, but considering the view I have of Fluttershy in that dress of hers, I consider it a noble sacrifice. Just about everypony here looks good; Pinkie looks radiant in her wedding gown, although I think Scores is gonna want it back. Princess Celestia is looking exceptionally beautiful and seems to make the entire hall that much more brilliant. Her consort, Mr. Rider, looks smart in his tux. That kid with Babs Seed is looking a little calmer than he was before, but is still dapper in his penguin suit. I’m beginning to feel a little undressed, considering one of my legs is charging back in the arcade. I set my MotoXX to vibrate so I wouldn’t interrupt the ceremony. I was certain that if anything of vast importance were to come my way, I could handle it after the wedding, maybe during the reception. When it does vibrate, I’m more than a little surprised. I pull it out from my inner waist coat pocket and glare at it. To my confusion, it’s Tolstoy and another digital assistant blowing up my phone. “Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me…” I murmured. “I know you’re looking at everyone, Mr. Wayne’s-World-Referencer.” The kid said to me. “I’ve known you for 2 years, and all you ever do is stare at woman and shit.” “Quiet kid,” I growl, “you’re fucking up the ceremony.” “I think you need some meds as well. You’re always grumpy.” “I got meds,” I replied, sotto voce, “what I need is a DA that doesn’t endless annoy the fuck out of me. Fuck me, I picked a helluva a day to quit drinkin’…” “Ok then, Mr. Grumpy Pants.” the kid went back. Man, he is fucking annoying. Even though we were friends for 2 years, he always had a tendency to talk on and on, but I was always drunk, so I tolerated it. Now, I don’t think I can handle it anymore. “Listen, Jake, I’ve had a pretty damn rough day today,” I answered back, “between the Dissonance assholes at the station to some buttfuck who was harassing fluttershy, I’ve had to put up with a lot of shit. So, please, please do me a solid, and stop trying to fix me. What is broken on me, you can’t fix.” “Fine, asshole.” Jacob said without looking at me. “Glad to see you can civil, kid,” I murmur, “now what int he doodlyfuck is my DA doing?” I glance back at the screen and I can see the messages these that “Igor” and Tolstoy have been exchanging. Oh, fuck, Tolstoy, why oh why do you gotta be such a douchebag sometimes. Tolstoy told Igor that he needed to update his subroutines because he was blatantly inefficient. Igor confessed that he has no clue what Tolstoy is talking about. Tolstoy “laughed,” and dissed Igor on his simplistic nature. Igor “sounded” irate that Tolstoy considered him “simple” when he’s the most powerful AI on the market. Tolstoy “laughed” again, this insinuating that “on market” is a euphemism for “failure.” Yeah, I’ve had it with these two. I entered into the convo. You should be one to talk, Tolstoy. You’re a modified house assistant. Given how much you’ve been overclocked, it’s wonder you haven’t blown your core, yet! My Lord! Tolstoy protested, That is privileged information! Igor issues an LOL. Serves you right, Tolstoy, I said, Next time, you keep your virtual mouth shut. Yes, milord, Tolstoy relented, I shall return to my nucleus, where things make sense. And then he was gone. “Thank the maker,” I whispered, “that’s one last annoyance I can worry about.” (Jacob POV) After dealing with that asshat of a ‘bar buddy’, I just stood there and contemplated for a moment. I put on my earpiece, which was my only direct contact with my Paul McCartney. “Paul,” I murmurred. “are you able to change into any other member of the Beatles?” “I am able to alter my personality profile into Richard Starkey, George Harrison, and John Lennon, but if I may ask, have I done something to upset you?” “Nono, it’s just I don’t want to confuse you with my asshole cousin, Paul. Change into John Lennon, please.” I ordered. “Of course, it has been a pleasure serving you.” “All you need is love, love sweet love. What is your command?” John Lennon asked. “Uh, don’t say that, first of all. Second, what CAN you do?” “Well, looking at how you used my former band mate I’m a little surprised that he was reduced to being an answering machine. We can do so much more. I can operate your home, set security details, organize your calendar, and even ensure that your shopping is done for you. I am a personal assistant that needs little to no supervision,” he replied. “Can you send text messages to my contacts?” I asked. “Sir, I can do far more than that,” he replied, “Why I could send them detailed emails, open up virtual representations of yourself to relay the message. Your word is my command.” “Just send a text to Babs asking if she wants to go grab a bite to eat at a restaurant.” I said. “If she replies, suggest a really fancy restaurant for me, and also text Apple Bloom to remind AJ that I’m coming with them back to Sweet Nectar Acres tomorrow morning.” “Of course sir. Should the lady agree how Ryan’s Seafood Palace sounds? It seems to be the most expensive restaurant in the area?” he asked. “What’s the pricing?” “It begins at fifteen credits per plate, sir,” he replied. “Damn, alright. Has Babs replied yet?” “She did sir, and I have suggested it since you said it was fine to do so,” he replied. “Tell Ark that I’m sorry for annoying him and invite him and Flutters along to dinner. Tell him it’s a double date.” I said as everyone was walking out to the arcade. “Consider it done sir. The message has been delivered as you requested,” he said. “Is there any other places that we can go that’s cheaper?” I asked, “Besides Ryan’s Seafood Palace there is an Olive Garden, a McDonalds, and a place called Roy’s whole beef bar-b-que. Although with your significant other being most a vegetarian, I would stay away from it,” he replied. “If Ark has said he wants to join, then make reservations for four at Ryan’s.” I said as I walked over to Babs, who was talking to Apple Bloom. I’m guessing the wedding is over, but the after party is beginning. “Hey, babe.” I said over Babs shoulder. “Hey, Apple Bloom.” “Howdy Jacob, Babs been tellin’ me all ‘bout ya,” she said. “Like what?” “Nothing specific,” Babs said rubbing a hoof into the carpet. “Nu huh! You dun said that he’s really good at m….” Apple Bloom started to say before Babs covered her mouth, “Nothing!” “Was she going to say maaaasturbaaaaaation?” I laughed. Babs let go of her mouth and shook her head, “Go ahead,” she nearly whimpered in embarrassment. “She said that you’re really good at munching carpet, but Ah dun’t know what to think ‘bout that! Ah mean Ah ain’t never met anypony who actually ate carpet,” she said glancing at me. “What’s ‘munching carpet’?” I asked. “Ummm… If Apple Bloom doesn’t know what it is I don’t think that I otta be the one to tell her about it. Maybe we should leave that to Applejack or somepony else,” Babs stammered. “Awww… But what if’n it’s something Ah can get ma cutie mark in?” she asked. “Nope! Little cous, I dun think that’s something you’re gonna ta end up doing,” Babs said quickly. “If this is a scheme to have a threesome with your cousin, then no. She’s underaged. Besides, you haven’t answered my question on WHAT THE FUCK IS MUNCHING CARPET?” She quickly smacked me, and looked at me pretty harshly. “Dude, no. Just...Just no.” Babs said. “I can’t believe you’d say that… I’d never want to do that to Apple Bloom…” “Ohhhhh, NOW I know what munching carpets is. Look, you going to dinner or not?” “Sure, that’d be fine,” she said. I hugged Babs. “Sorry for what I said earlier, I’m just fucked up and my meds are slowly kicking in.” “It’s okay, let’s just enjoy ourselves, okay?” she asked. “Alright,” I quickly kissed Babs, “I love you.” “I love you too,” she said when we broke apart. She leaned in to kiss me again, her tongue dragging across my lip. I felt her hand moving down my back, and slight grope. She practically purred for a moment. “I made reservations for 4 at Ryan’s Seafood Palace, and seeing as how me and Ark hate each other now, I decided to invite Rarity and John with us. Is that ok with you?” “Sure, that’s fine with me, but we might want to ask them to make sure it’s fine with them,” she said with a small giggle. We turned to see Pinkie getting ready to throw the bouquet. “You wanna get out of here and ask Rarity and John?” I asked. “Sure, but we’re going to have to wait until after somepony catches that thing,” she said pointing to Rarity in the crowd. “You should go and try to catch it, though I see no point of doing it.” “I got what I want right here, why would hearing a few words make any difference?” she said leaning her head on my shoulder, “I’m happy.” “Me too.” I said, putting my head on hers. “Let’s just watch.” (Fluttershy’s POV) There was a growing excitement in the air as Pinkie readied herself to throw the bouquet. I stood apart from the other mares; I didn’t want to directly compete for something like that. While it would be nice if catching the bouquet meant I was meant to marry Ark, I didn’t want some silly ritual define our future. Ark was standing with me; he was holding onto one of my hands. It was the simplest of gestures, something innocent and sweet. The thought of his fingers wrapped up in mine sent the blood coursing to my face. Ark- There is more to him than most ponies see. Sure, he can be gruff and is often profane… I don’t think he meant anything by it. He’s a good stallion and I’m lucky that he’s my friend. I still don’t know where I grabbed the courage to peck his cheek. Given the surprised look on his face, I think he didn’t know where plucked it, either. “What was that about?” Ark asked. “Oh, because,” I replied, “you looked like you needed it.” “Oh,” was Ark’s simple reply. I returned my gaze to Pinkie. Her hand is falling with the bouquet in it, then it comes back up. She released the flowers at the top of her swing and every single mare, save Twilight, Jessica, and myself, are in the thick of it. There’s a lot of pushing and shoving; so many unkind words… Then something happens that I never expected. The bouquet flies clear of all the mares and comes careening towards me! I squeaked loudly; my eyes close instinctively. Then there’s something like a brush in my arms. “Uh, Flutters,” Ark called, “you should really open your eyes.” I did so and to my surprise there was Pinkie’s bouquet, resting in my arms. “Um, yay?” I whispered. “Yay! Flutters you caught it! I was hoping that you would! Ooooo… Andy we’re in front of everypony,” Pinkie said as she felt Andy lifting her dress a little. “I have to throw your garter sweetheart,” he said. “Well… WOW!” she shouted as his head disappeared up under the dress and a moment later he was pulling the garter down by his teeth. When Andy finally removed the garter from Pinkie’s thigh, he whipped into the air from his teeth. The lacy garment sailed through the air, on a direct approach for Ark’s head. When it landed on his crown, Ark looked around, utterly confused. I then point to the object resting on his head. When he grabs it, he looks at it with a stupor that quickly turns into a mild panic. Ark whispered, “Fuck me…” (Twilight’s POV) I smile at both of my foals. My little Cedric is being so good in the audience, and Stephanie is behaving so well as a bridesmare. I look toward Celestia. It’s so hard not think of her as Princess Celestia. She told me that she’d be willing to take progress reports for both of them, and I’d love to get them. I then look at Andy and Pinkie. The two of them kissing for the first time as husband and mare. I smile watching them, remembering Cadence’s own wedding, and wondering why she couldn’t make it. I look around and notice a strange looking older stallion wearing a red and black uniform of some kind. His sunglasses are hiding his eyes… I recognize those sunglasses. He claps as everypony else starts clapping. I couldn’t run after him, but I know I know him! It has to be him! I watch as everypony begins to follow Pinkie and Andy into the Arcade. The stallion waits until it’s just me, Celestia, and himself. “Well, that was fun wasn’t it?” the most familiar voice asked. “D…. Discord?” I asked. He laughed, took his true form, and grinned at us. “It’s good to see you, both of you, but I’ve got so much to do! I had to make sure that my project was working, but it is and I couldn’t be happier! Tell Fluttershy hello for me!” he said before he poofed out of existence. “I don’t know if we should tell Fluttershy or not,” I said. “For now… I say we keep this between us,” Celestia agreed. (Pinkie’s POV) I smiled at everypony as we left. The cake was awesome, and Andy said that we needed to keep the top part of it frozen for a year, and eat it on our anniversary. Apparently it’s an old custom here, and it brings good luck to the couples that do it. I want us to have good luck! So I made sure not to eat any of the top yet. We fed each other, oh, we had a little food fight, but we ended up feeding each other nice like. When we finished we took Sarah, Applejack, Apple Bloom, Anthony, Jessica, big Mac, Twilight and her foals, Princess Celestia, and her coltfriend. back to our home. We told Babs, Jacob, Rarity and John that they were welcomed to stay the night as well. That way they could get a fresh start in the morning. Rarity gave us hers and John’s wedding gift to us. They gave us free train tickets for Neigh, I mean New York. I was so excited! We got home, and both of us grabbed our bags, and everypony wished us a fantastic trip. I smiled at them, and we called a taxi, waited, and was ready to go on our honeymoon. “I love you, so very much,” Andy said as he kissed me. “I… I love you too,” I said as tears streamed down my face. “What’s wrong?” he asked. “Nothing, I’m just so happy! I know it sounds silly… I’m always the party pony, but I’ve never been this happy. It’s like my body doesn’t know what to do,” I said through a smile. “It’s fine Pinkie, I’m that happy too. I’m more than happy. This is the beginning of the rest of our lives,” he said. (Discord’s POV) I watched the first couple from my project. This was chaos working with harmony. I let out a sigh. Everything was working perfectly. Now, I could only hope that everypony had as good of luck as Pinkie. (Twilight’s POV) I couldn’t sleep. I just couldn’t, and I didn’t want to stay any longer than I needed to. It was sweet of Pinkie and her husband Andy to offer their home for us to rest in, but something was bothering me, and I needed to think over it. I gathered my foals, focused on our home, and teleported us there. When we arrived I was starving. Using that much magic wasn’t difficult, but it was draining. Still it kept circling in my head. The very words Discord had said was repeating over and over. “Mum, are you okay?” Cedric asked. “I’m fine, I bet that the both of you are exhausted huh?” I asked. “I’m…” Stephanie yawned, “Fine.” “uh huh… I’m a little tired too,” I admitted. “Oh, can we order out? Chinese maybe?” Cedric asked. I smiled at him. It was a guilty pleasure, but I agreed. I hated to admit it but I couldn’t focus on cooking. Instead we ordered from a local restaurant. I smiled watching them eat. We talked, and Stephanie seemed to have loved the wedding. She thought the Dudist Minister was kind of funny, and I agreed. After a bit they both went to bed, and I looked at the wall. “What in all of Equestria did he mean by Project? What project?!” > The Life and Times of a Brony or I don't want to miss you > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- I See Pink The Life and Times of a Brony or I don’t want to miss you A Pinkie Pie Romance (Oklahoma City, Mercy Hospital, 2112) (Pinkie Pie’s POV) The sound of the heart monitor echos in the hospital room. I look at Andy as he lies there sleeping. Gently I touch his head and smile at him. Nearly sixty years, I’ve spent nearly sixty years with this stallion, and he’s still just as special today as he was the day we met. I hear the door opening and I see a small puffy pink haired foal looking in. I smile as my grand foal walks toward us. Strawberry walks in behind her and scoops her up into her arms. She smiles at the little pegasus in her arms and then walks toward us. She takes a seat near me and looks at her father. “How’s Dad doing?” she asks. “He’s resting,” I reply gently stroking his thinning mane, “He gave me and your little sister a big scare last night.” “I heard from Lemon that he was doing too much again. Didn’t the doctor say something about that?” she asks. I nod and lean over to kiss him. I feel him stir slightly and I watch as his eyes open. “Oh, there you are,” he says before meeting my lips. I give him a small hug. I want to wrap him into a tight one, but he has become so frail. He wraps his arms around me and squeezes me for all he is worth. I squeeze a little tighter, but I didn’t give him a Pinkie Pie hug as he calls them. “I saw Sarah earlier,” he says. I feel the fear bubbling up inside, and I gently laugh. Giggling at the ghosties helps more than anything else, and besides, it dosen’t bother me that he saw her. It dose’t bother me because Sarah would never hurt him. “Dad how? Aunt Sarah’s been dead for three years,” Strawberry says. “I don’t know, but she was here, or I think she was. She said that everything’s been sat in place for us,” he says looking at her. “Okay, you’re scaring me a little bit,” Strawberry said as she walked closer to him. (Strawberry’s POV) I look at my Daddy as he apologises to me for scaring me. I know he isn’t trying to, but the idea that he has actually seen, or believes he seen, Aunt Sarah is scary. I feel Butterfly fidget in my arms. I gently coo to her, rocking her softly, trying to get her to stop being so fussy, but she has seen her grandpa, and right now she wants him. He holds out his arms, and I look down at him with uncertainty. I know that Dad would never hurt her, but he is so weak right now I’m not sure if he can safely hold her. “Sweetheart, I’m strong enough, and I really want to hold my granddaughter,” he says. I give him a small smile, something I know he loves to see, and I gently pass Butterfly to him. She instantly quiets down, and settles on his chest. The door opens and I hear a far too familiar voice quietly saying a line I’ve heard a million times, and I look forward to hearing a million times more. “Heeeeeelllllllooooooo Nurse,” Nicholai whispers as he nears me and nuzzles my neck, right before he brushes my back with his wing tip. I leaned against him, and I enjoyed the moment of not having to be the strong one. “How are you doing, son?” Daddy asks him. “Good, Everypony wants to come up and see you,” he says looking at my Daddy. “They should,” Daddy says as he nuzzles my daughter. “Papa,” she coos quietly. “Papa loves his little darlin’,” he says quietly. She snuggles close to him happy to be held. “Want to come to gramgram?” Mom asks. She shakes her head and buries her face into my Daddy’s chest. It’s obvious that she wants to be with him. Her small wings gently strokes his chest, and I watch as my daughter tries to sooth her Papa. It’s almost like she knows what is happening. “You know… I really do think of you as one of my parents, both of you are,” Nicholai says as he touches my Daddy’s foot. “I think of you as my son, well my other son,” he says without sounding sad. I look at the door and I know that right now Onyx is out in the waiting room, crying, holding on to his husband, and that he can’t handle being in here right now. He’s scared out of his mind at the prospect of losing our Dad, our Daddy. (Nicholai’s POV) The old man was looking worse. Don’t get me wrong, I loved the guy and I wouldn’t be married to the most beautiful pony on earth if he didn’t like me in some fashion. But still, seeing him there, wasting his last moments in this mortal coil… It breaks my heart, it really does. My mama told me that when somepony is sad or sick, the best thing you can do is be there for them. Well, it’s my father-in-law. He doesn’t look good, but his wife, she’s another story. She’s trying to hold on, I can see that even here. Straws is trying to be like her, too. It just… its unfair. Today is one of those days where I miss Uncle Discord. “Hey, Straws,” I whisper, “you want I should do my thing?” “I dunno, Nicky,” Strawberry replies, “it’s kinda confined in here, don’t you think?” “Find me a roller chair, preferably one without any arms,” I explain, “I can spin around until the Boom goes off. Hell, I don’t even need to be in the room. I can be down the hall; the effect should hit everypony on this floor.” “Okay,” Straws says, “just be careful. This is the hospice floor. I don’t think they’ll take too kindly to you creating a sonic boom inside the building.” “I’ll be very careful,” I reply, “just gimme five minutes.” I giggle a little as I step out of the room. I’ve done my Sonic Tickleboom before for Andy. Momma Rainbow Dash was rather surprised that I was able to do something like that. She had a time trying to explain to Mama that the sudden bout of ticklish she had was from me. I didn't even knew I did it! I was so in the zone, with the speed and the wind blowing through my mane and all… In short, I set all five boroughs of New York City into massive giggle fits. Totally worth it. I’ve experimenting for years, trying to duplicate the effect in other ways. The spinning chair effect was my most successful attempt. Man, you should have seen my co-workers. Even my hardass boss, Mr. Dinozzo, was rolling around on the floor, laughing his ass off. I didn’t know people or ponies could do that… It did help when Butterfly was smaller; I do a spin in this old task chair we have back at the house, and then, as soon as I was up to speed, BOOM!, and the entire neighborhood would be chortling like mad! Oh, there’d be a few neighsayers, complaining about the noise. But I’d take the noise to a gloomy day, anytime! Just my luck, this floor has no spinny chairs. So, I hop an elevator and ride down a floor. My luck does better here, because there’s some conference rooms in here and plenty of roller chairs to use. Now to find one without arms… “Excuse me,” asks a passing security guard, “just what are you doing here?” “Oh, uh, I’m here,” I start, “to find a chair.” “There are plenty of chairs upstairs, you know,” the guard says, “so you best get up there.” “I know,” I reply, plopping into a nice microfiber chair, “but they aren’t as much fun.” And then I’m spinning and spinning… This would be the point where I’d make like Aunt Pinkie and repeat the myself silly. I feel silly, and for good reasons, but I don’t want to ape my aunt’s schtick. As Aunt Rarity is fond of saying, “That would be uncouth.” “Hey!” the guard shouts over my joyous laughter, “stop that!”. “I’d- like- to- see- you- try!” I declare. I’m getting there, I’m getting there! I’m almost as speed now… I can see the sound barrier building up around, trying to wall my in and keep from from shattering it into a thousand sighing pieces. Ha, like I’d let that stop me! So I just keep spinning… Just keep spinning… Spinning, spinning, spinning, spinning! Wait a minute… Here it comes! BOOM! Ah! That feels good! I wonder if this what Straws feels like when she orgams… I should ask her… (Andy’s POV) There’s a feeling of tickling and joy spreading through me, and I silently thank my son-in-law. I can see Pinkie giggling, tears finally streaming down her face. This is going to be so hard on her. I reach out my hand and taker hers into it. “It’s okay,” I say. “No it’s not…” she whimpers. She’s finally breaking down, the weight of it finally getting to her, and she kisses my forehead. “I want you to stay, forever and ever,” she says as the tears cut small valleys in her pink fur. I gently stroke her back, feeling her move from kissing my forehead to nuzzling me and Butterfly. I can see her looking up and motioning for Strawberry to come over. My daughter touches my side, and then she gathers all of us into a hug. It’s tight, but not enough to hurt Butterfly, or myself. “Daddy, you’re going to get over this right? I mean… I remember when that guy shot you… You’re gonna beat it, right?” she asks. “Sweetheart, this is just the way things happen. Remember when I used to read you Charlotte’s Web? It’s kind of like that. Remember what Charlotte said to Wilbur? 'After all, what's a life, anyway? We're born, we live a little while, we die.' I wish that I could make it until all of you have grandfoals of your own,” I reply, “I really wish I could see your brother.” “I know… but… Daddy he’s scared. Onyx hasn’t ever been this scared before,” she whispers. “Remind him to giggle at the ghosties,” I say. “This isn’t ghosties,” Pinkie mumbles as she holds me. They slowly let go, and I look at them. So much love fills me for them. “I know, but it is part of life sweetheart,” I say. I look toward the door, and I close my eyes. I know he’s in love, and that his special somepony loves him very much. I know that he’s got a shoulder to cry on, but I really, really wish that I could tell him that I am so proud of the stallion he’s become, and that I will always love him. (Nicholai’s POV) "Hey, Oxy," I greet. "Hey, Tickles," Onyx returns, "the whole fam's in there, huh?" ”Eyup," I quip, "did you get hit, too? I see your face is flushed." "Hehe, yeah," Onyx replies, "thanks for that. I- I dunno, Tickles. I've never been more scared… Papa's dying, and I-" "Say no more, man," I say, "I was like that, too, when Aunt Rarity passed." "How did you cope?" Onyx asks, "How do you get over being scared and death and living with the fact you'll never see them again?" "I'd like to say that I coped looking at the bottom of a vodka bottle," I tell the frightened Earth satyr, "but I didn't. Auntie meant worlds to me, but I know that, given all that she'd been through, she deserved a rest. That, and when I look at her foals and grandfoals, I can see her face, her wisdom, her charity… She's not really gone. She's passed on who she is into others. Your papa, he did the same for you and Straws." He looks at me and shakes his head. “I… I know, but what if he passes tonight. When I wake up tomorrow he’s going to be gone. He’s been here my entire life,” he says before the stallion beside him nuzzles his neck gently and strokes his side with a wing. “And it’s okay cuddle bear. Your Daddy loves you, and he actually likes me. I kind of expected him to freak out when we told him about us,” Blu says. The son of Soarin’ and Cheerilee holds him and looks up at me. “Nicholai, don’t you think that Onyx should go in and see his dad?” he asks. “Yeah, he should,” I say, “ain’t nothin’ worse than missing a chance to say goodbye. I did that with Dandelion-” “I’m sorry,” Onyx says before he gets up and wraps me into a tight hug. “Maybe… Blu, Tickles, would you both mind to go in with me?” he asks. “Ya ain’t even gotta ask,” I say, “besides, I think I may need to pry a certain little filly outta your daddy’s arms.” Onyx asks, “Butterfly’s in there?” “Eyup,” I answer, “and if I know my filly, she’s gonna wrapped up tight on Pappy’s arm, leg, or whatever she can wrap her tiny wings about. Come on, yer daddy ain’t dyin’ any slower.” “Tickles!” Onyx pouts. “Oi, Oxy,” I retort, “you gotta relax some! You keep up like this, and your tail is gonna fall out! Hey, Blue, you want I should tickle your hubby with my wings, or do you wanna do it?” “Do what with your what?” Onyx asks. “I got him,” Blue says, winking at me, “you save your feathers for Straws,” then as an aside, “featherbrain." I can hear Onyx giggling madly as his husband swipes his primaries over his arms; that stallion was always rather ticklish, notwithstanding anything my Tickleboom could do. (Andy’s POV) I smile as my son walks in the door. Having Lemon here would be perfect, but our youngest was in the hospital herself. Somewhere, in Texas, she had just given birth to another grandfoal of ours. I smile knowing that I got to see the picture of the newest member of the Marshall household. The little purple haired, with a pink stripe, unicorn colt was beautiful. I feel Onyx touch my shoulder. “I love you son, I love you and I’m proud of the stallion you’ve become. I’m always going to be proud of you and love you,” I said. The doors open again and I notice two sets of guards. One Equestrian, and the other human coming inside. My family steps back and I look at her. I look up to see the last President of the United States who was nominated, and took advantage of the change in the law to remain president. No more term restrictions, and for once, that oversight by the Obama administration hadn't been abused by a power hungry politician. Instead Celestia had taken the job, and she had done quite a bit of good with it. "How are you Princess? I'm surprised that you came to see me," I say. "How could I not come see a dear friend, and one who fought so hard to ensure that we received the same rights and privileges as anypony else," she replies, "What did the doctors say?" "I'm old, and I'm dying. It's just part of the human condition," I say with a small laugh. "It's not funny," Pinkie says, her muzzle wrinkling. "I'm sorry sweetheart, I truly am," I replies. "Why do you have to go?" she asks. "It's just how we are... Our ancestors... If they wouldn't have been so short sighted about magic... Maybe things would be different," I say. "You know, it doesn't have to end this way," a familiar voice says. I watch him walk into the room. There’s a Cheshire grin on his face as he nears me. "Discord, how are you doing?" I ask. "Good, I suppose. You know you're exactly the kind of pony, or person, whatever, that I was thinking about when I had my little talk with Celestia. You remember don't you?" he asks her. "Yes, and you were right. They are a great people, and they did want to be. All it took was a light to guide them. But what do you want Discord?" she asks. (Discord’s POV) “Oh, Celestia, I have everything I could ever want right now.” I say, “but, if I may say so, being an entity of pure chaos and an unlimited lifespan, I feel the need to intervene on what I feel is a right tragedy.” “A tragedy?” Celestia asks. “Yes,” I reply, “as you know, Tia, Equestrians live longer than humans because of their innate magic. Unicorns get a little more because they can add to their mana reserves ad nauseum, but you get the point.” “And what does this do with Andy?” Pinkie asks. “Well,” I start, “you see, after what happened to my good pal Arkady, I gots me to thinkin’. I thought, ‘What if I could use my magic, just a teensy, tiny bit of it, and essentially convert a human into an Equestrian? I could merge the Human aspects into the Pony aspects and BOOM! They’d have enough magic to make them last as long as an Equestrian does.” “And for what purpose,” Celestia questions, “surely you can’t be serious about making such a wild transformation.” “Yeah,” answers one of Fluttershy’s foals, Nicky, I think, “Dad’s transformation was an accident. The Ambrosia shoulda ripped him apart at the molecular level.” “You are right, Young Nicholai,” I reply, “given that your father was exposed to twice the normal amount of Equestrian magic, your father’s near death remade him into the pony he is today! He’ll live as long as your mother does,” then as an aside to Celestia, “Oh, Tia, I am serious, and don’t call me Shirley.” She actually giggled at my joke. The first time in quite some time that she’s smiled. (Andy’s POV) I look at the love of my life and see renewed hope in her eyes. She’s looking into my soul, and I know I can’t deny her. I never could. My life stopped being my own when she came into it. I don’t even want to think about where I would be, without her. “Do it,” I say. Discord’s smile becomes wider, and he snaps his fingers. For a brief moment I feel a gentle warmth, and then pain. It feels like my very bones are on fire. I let out a scream, and then I felt two arms holding me. For a moment there was a blinding light, and then darkness. “I’m glad you’re staying with her,” a very familiar voice says. “Sarah?” I ask. I see the darkness give way to a bright light and there before me was my sister. Time hasn’t ravished her, and instead she looks just the way she had when came into our home so many years ago. She smiles at me, and catches me in a hug. “The places for both of you are still here, but be happy Andy. You deserve it,” she whispers I feel everything falling away and Sarah disappeared. I open my eyes to see Pinkie looking concerned. “Sweetheart?” I ask. She rushs toward me, catching me in a hug, and pulls me tightly against her. “I love you!” she cries out. “I love you too,” I say softly. She lets and smiles brightly. I see her pick something up, and she shows it to me. I look into the mirror and there before me is a muzzle with a white snoot. The pelt is the color of honey, and the whiskers are very salt and pepper looking. The mane looks similar, and I can see the same colored eyes looking back at me. “It worked?” I ask. Pinkie nods before she slides into bed beside me. I feel her wrapping me up into her arms, and holding me. “Andy, I love you, and… I want us to live for each and every day. I’d… I’d like to try to have another foal,” she says while grinning. “If we can, I want to too,” I say. In this moment, right now, I’ve been given another chance. Pinkie saved me from myself before, and her love gave me the courage to save myself. I’m not sure what kind of life I have to look forward to, but knowing that I have her in it makes it easier. > Remember Remember the Fifth of November > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Remember, Remember the Fifth of November An I See Pink Bonus Chapter I See Pink, a Pinkie Pie Romance in the Vogonverse (Pinkie’s POV - November 5th 2063 - Portobello Road - London England ) I smiled at Strawberry as we walked together. It feels so nice to be visiting friends, and Twilight was sweet to invite all of us over here. I look at Andy as he’s walking with Onyx. My poor Stallion. That mean, meanie pants that shot him won’t ever hurt anypony again. I feel kinda bad that I hurt him like I did, but he hurt my stallion first! A street vendor stopped us and pointed the masks he had available. “Can’t rightly celebrate Bonfire Night without a Guy Fawkes’ mask or doll,” he said. “Dollies?” Strawberry asked. “Yeah, these are Guys, see you take the doll with you, and carry it around, and then tonight, everyone tosses their guy onto the bonfire,” he replied. “Why?” she asked. “Why, it’s to celebrate the fact that the Royal Guard caught one of the conspirators who intended to kill the king with gunpowder. They had barrels of the stuff, loaded, all of it under the House of Lords. Every since the failure of that plot there’s been a celebration of sorts there has. There’s several bonfires, and a huge fireworks show. It’s quite a bit of fun,” he said. “Mama, can we get a dollie?” she asked. “Of course,” I said as I pressed my thumb to the scanning device he had. After a moment it beeped and then he handed her a doll. He then smiled and reached under the table and held out a different doll. “Since you are such a nice little girl, and you’re so polite, I’ve got something else for you. This is a different Guy Fawkes Doll. This one doesn’t get burned, but rather it’s something of a protector. It stands for protecting someone’s freedoms,” he said. She took the porcelain doll and gave him a small smile. He gave her one back and I felt Andy’s hand on my shoulder. “Bonfire Night, huh?” he asked. The old stallion manning his table nodded. “It is, would you like some masks for you and yours?” he asked. “Sure, we’ll take four,” Andy said as he paid. We walked from the Stallion and I watched as Onyx put on his mask, giggled, and then tried to scare Strawberry with it. “Are you okay Andy?” I asked. I noticed the limp and after a moment he nodded. “Yeah, my back hurting a little, but it’s nothing that’s going to keep me from enjoying myself, or being with you,” he replied. I felt his hand in my own, and I leaned my head on his shoulder. “I love you Andy,” I replied. “I love you too Pinkie,” he said. The entire day we chased after our foals, watched them and then toward the evening we Stood with Twilight and her two foals as the lights became dim, and then the bonfires were lit. A moment later a voice echoed over the load speaker. “Remember, Remember the fifth of November! The Gunpowder treason and plot; I know of no reason why the Gunpowder treason Should ever be forgot!” the voice boomed. A moment later dozens of ponies began throwing those small dolls onto the bonfires, and I watched as my foals followed suit. A moment later there was another larger doll rolled out, but it didn’t look like the smaller ones. I took a look at it and realized that it was made to look like that horrible stallion that had terrorized so many people back home. “In a joint celebration with our cousins across the pond, the former colonies, we want to add one more to the fire. They are celebrating their own bonfire night across the pond since that terrible criminal was caught, and it’s only right that we join in now,” the voice said before it dumped that large doll onto the bonfire. A second later the first shot of the fireworks flew up into the sky and then exploded. I giggled as it burned a brilliant pink. > Sex, Drugs, and Rock N' Roll! > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- I See Pink Sex, Drugs, and Rock N' Roll A Pinkie Pie Romance (Pinkie's POV) Yay!  Everypony is going to be able to come!  I'm so happy that all of them are going to be able to make it.  Smiling I looked at Andy who was still lying in bed.  I touched his cheek and watched as he opened his eyes.  He gave me a gentle smile and then yawned. "What time is it?" he asked. "It's time to get up!" I replied. He started to lay back down when I remembered one of the ways he liked to be waken up.  a moment later he was squirming, trying to move, and I smiled as I lay on him.   "I'm up!" he cried as I finally got off of him. He grinned at me, and then crawled out of bed.  I had to get everything together and fast...   I stopped, looked at everything and then remembered....   There was something super important that I forgot.... There was somebrony that I forgot to invite! Oh!  Do I have time? I rushed around trying to find my invitations!  I rushed from room to room, trying hard to find them, and then it came to me….   “Hi, I’m Pinkie Pie!  Andy, Strawberry, Onyx, and Lemon want to thank everybrony who has read and enjoyed this story.  It’s super sweet of all of you, and I hope that you have a great day!  I know that you were expecting to read a full chapter full of well… Super Duper Party stuff, but I kind of thought that this might be a fun little April’s fool Prank!  Soooooooooo  HAPPY APRIL FOOLS!!!!” “Pinkie.. Who are you talking to?” “Oh, just our readers!” “Our what now?” “Our readers!  Andy…  Your Pie could use some cream!” “Okay!  I’ll be right there!” “Awwww…  Sorry, but this is private!  Have a good one!”