I had gotten to the store, just like most other days, nothing special or significant about it. Only this time, I found an odd, curious item on my way out. It was labeled Canned Companion. Who came up with that idea? I certainly had never heard of it, or said anything to the effect. Maybe because I couldn’t comprehend the idea of canning any of my companions. I want them fresh and out in the air, where I can make them laugh and smile at a moment’s notice.
Yet, as I saw the can on the shelf, I picked it up and read further, looking at the label. This was apparently the pink variety, whatever that means, I had never bothered reading this far. I just bounced off and paid for the groceries I had already picked up for the day. Although I did pay for the can since I couldn’t just take it without paying, or leaving it just before the counter, could I?
I know, I can do all manners of impossible things. The kind of things an Earth Pony isn’t supposed to be capable of, including the signature antics not even an Alicorn as experienced as Princess Celestia and the Draqonis discord couldn’t pull out of their hats. Yet, there are a few simple, mundane things I couldn’t do. Like stealing out of the shop, there is no fun in it. Besides, I leave the owner sad, as he, or she is bound to notice the missing items.
Once I had paid for the items I just picked up I merrily bounced bounced home to the small room I have at the second floor of the Cakes’ building. Slipping in through the back door and leaving the groceries in the kitchen before I bounced right up the flight of stairs, only affording the framed images of my parties stray glances as I passed them. I couldn’t just pass them with any less than the passing glances, they remind me of who and what I am, affirming the smile on my face. Not that I could truly forget them, or the events they represent, I just need to see them from time to time. It is a way to pay homage to what they still do represent, both to me and the village in general.
As I slide my door to the side, I am instantly greeted by the sight of my room. Blue and yellow balloons crowding the ceiling and the pink, special once cowering under my bed that lies to the right of the door.
I continued, slowly, to the desk to the side of my bed. There I placed the can, looking quizzically at it for a moment, as if something would reveal itself, just by looking at it, silly as the notion was.
Momentarily, I turned back and closed the door behind me, before I turned back to the can, lifting it up in order to read the small print on the side of the paper covered iron can.
The pink label reads, Canned Companion. There is a large white square under the text, containing several smaller squares.
Pink is apparently Anthropomorphic, while Blue is a Centaur, Black is a Pony, Green is a Satyr, Tan is a Human. I stare at the information in an attempt to digest what it meant. I had never noticed the pother colours on the shelf, maybe I missed them, or maybe they were on other shelves, or they had only this one available at the time.
The little pink box had been marked clearly with a V, indicating a choice, as if it wasn’t obvious by the colour of the can, maybe it wasn’t, where the can had been manufactured. Who am I to say?
In the end, I found myself with the one option, to open the can since I couldn’t just go back with it in hopes to have a refund. Technically speaking, I could go back any time, within the stipulated time period, but that is strictly technicality.
The can is easy to open, once you see how it had been intended to be opened, there is an item on the side of the can, I placed it on the spot as instructed and turned the key several times over, until the top came off, hanging from the side of the key. This means was common for cans of this type, containing any number of items that required to be stored in this fashion. I lifted the top of the can of and placed it upside-down on the top of my desk, to the side of the can, before peaking down into the semi clear gel or goo it contained.
Naturally, curiosity got the better of me. I slip my hand down and touched the fabric contained within the can, only to realise that it was warm, as if it had been alive, maybe it was.
As I lift my hand up and away from the can, I could clearly see the content growing pink, like the colour of my skin and conformed into a body, not too different from my very own, yet smaller and in the form the can had declared it should be.
Once the body had formed fully, she hopped out of the can, large as it was for her, even if it is just a two pint can in my hand as I picked it up at the store. Curious, I look down at the character who had just formed in my image so recently.
For a moment, I could but look at her. Just to see her in all the glory of her pinkness. From the tiny pink hooves, over the hips and tail. Then the shoulders and arms, ending in hands so small I can barely make up the diminutive hooves in place of nails she would have had, had she ben a human or satyr. Since she is based on me as an Earth Pony, she had no wings or horn. Yet, her ears perk up insistently in the jolly mood I had been known for, for so long.
In the end, I couldn’t avoid noticing the smile all over her face as her blue eyes met mine. her mane just as tightly curled as my very own. What could I say?
“Hi, my name is Pinkie Pie and I am the Party Pony of Anthroville!” I greeted her.
“Hiya, Pinkie, call me Diana!” she responded.
”Pinkie Pie, is it okey if I just call you Pinkie?” I enquired.
“Oh, I forgot to tell you to? Well, please do, by all means!” she responded.
“Aw, thanks. This makes it much easier!” I responded in a happier tone.
“Yes, Diana. That is why I usually do tell my friends to use my first name only. Speaking of which, maybe we could have a small party, just for the two of us?” she pondered.
“A Party? Yes, Pinkie. That sounds like fun. I guess we could celebrate the two of us as friends, then?” I enquired.
“Then it is settled. I still do have a batch of Muffins and Cup-Cakes. Anything else you would like to eat? I also have a few bottles of the fizzy Cider, if that is all right by you?!” she concluded.
“Muffins and Cup-Cakes sounds delicious, but I would need a few other things. If you could get some of that special gelatinous clear Cake-Frosting and the rubbery Compannion feed, I would be very grateful!” I pointed out.
“I think we may have some of the Cake Frosting around, I will simply have to buy a supply of the other item you mentioned. Hope the Cider will still go well for you!” she responded with a curious, concerned look on her face as she giggled at the required items I had just asked her to bring for me.
“At least, I know you will never forget these, Pinkie and the Cider should be all right with me too!” I responded.
“Exactly, that is one of the things I never could do. Maybe I should just get you a package of the Cake Frosting for you to enjoy before we continue?” she suggested.
“Thanks, Pinkie, that would be great. I think I am hungry enough to enjoy a package of that Cake Frosting, right about now!” I responded.
“Then I will get you that Frosting right away!” she merely stated as she stormed out, leaving the balloons in her ceiling in disarray, before she even got to the door, while a few more pink balloons peaked out from under her bed.
I saw her open and close the door as she bounced out of the room, then she was merely gone, out of sight. What was I to do? I have no idea. God thing she was fast, but I knew that, already.
In the end, I just laughed at the situation and the scene. What else was there to do? Just the idea of a balloon curiously peaking out from under her bed to see better is laughable, after all. Even if it is what I saw. What would any others have seen, had they been here with me? I had no idea, and little to no care at the time. I know only Pinkie Pie, or Pinkamena Diana Pie, to be exact since that is her full name, even if she prefers to be called and referred to as Pinkie.
For a moment I merely pondered the situation and the curious balloon, then I got distracted by the glare and reflections from the balloons overhead. A veritable sea of blue and yellow balloons, shimmering in the light of the sun Celestia had risen for our benefit.
Just as I look up in bewildered wonder reflected all over my face, I suddenly realised it was quiet. I could no longer hear the sounds from her bouncing down the stairs. I knew it would happen, yet it had escaped my mind for the briefest of moments. The moment had to pass and then the still quietness hit me. She had reached the foot of the stairs and bounced out into the kitchen, rummaging around after that one prised Cake frosting I needed to have.
Funny as it may seem, I am happy, just by seeing all the festive balloons in her ceiling. Maybe it is a matter of associative conditioning. Balloons are after all associated with parties and paries are fun. I love fun, thus it is a very small a leap to be happy by seeing these balloons.
If it is a problem or not, but I had precious little time to admire the view, the balloons shimmering down on me, as if protecting me from something. In the end, I guess I had hopped up on the desk, then laid on the wooden desk top, just staring up at the balloons in wonder. While lying there, it hit me, I do have the mark on my flanks, just ash she has here. What if? Would I pull one off of my flank, just as she did?
After about a minute, the short moment of isolation and sense of loneliness evaporated in a sound of bouncing hooves. She was bouncing up the flight of stairs. The next moment I could clearly see her opening the door and closing it behind herself, the package of Cake Frosting in hand, just as she had promised.
I did not need to fear her breaking said promise, I knew that much of her, basically because I am her in a sense. Not so much bodily, but I have her memories and personality, it is merely a part of the effect from how I came to be me in the first place. I was duplicating her form as she touched me, thus I am her.
“Okeley, dokeley. I hope it tastes just right, Diana!” she exclaimed as she placed the large cube of jiggly clear mass on the desk.
I sat up, just looking around, before I lie eyes on the mass of jiggling joy. Then I rose to my hooves and moved slowly towards the promised treat. A Goo Pony like me knows what her diet requires, even if I may be in the Anthropomorphic form, right now. I need to be in a mobile form in order to consume it in just the right way, just as I need this in order to enjoy life.
“Thanks, Pinkie. My first meal. I am sure it will taste great!” I responded with a smile as I moved up to the treat.
“You’re quite welcome. Then I will make a point out of enjoying it with you, even if you are eating the entire portion all by yourself. You know how important it is to me, to see all my friends smiling and being happy in general!” she pointed out.
“A meal is best enjoyed in the company of friends or family, that is you, in my case!” I pointed out.
“When you are lonely, nothing tastes as good as it did, when you had your friends or family around. I’m only too happy to be here for you, as both family and friend!” she continued.
“For some reason, I think we know that only too well. It leaves a bad after-taste in the mouth, just thinking of it. I need to think up something else to occupy my mind for a while, before I can even think of eating!” I put forth.
“Don’t say you glimpsed that one party I threw for Gummy, a few years back? Speaking of eating, I think you need to do just that!” she responded with a more silly grin than she realised at the time.
“Yeah, I do. I guess that is the thought I was looking for!” I exclaimed as my face lit up, from the image she had projected to me.