Prologue of the Pet: 1
I had just been transported to my new home. The first Pony I saw coming towards me is pink, apparently bouncing in excitement. Looking closer I can see her mane and tail in tight curls, as if she had had them done at a barber shop.
The next thing I noticed is how she giggles frenetically, smiling vividly. This certainly isn’t a Pony of Earth I had imagined. How and why I ended up her, I have no idea. Most of the details are either forgotten or repressed. I can only guess they were too sad or depressing to bear.
I had been living in what I chose to take for an orphanage. Now I realised that it was more of a pet store. I am her pet now. How ever am I to take this? What is the locally expected food for pets here?
As she reached me, she placed a wide collar around my throat, looking like coarse leather at first, but I doubt this impression is going to last very long. About a minute after she placed the collar around my neck, I barely feel it there, as if it was not really there? While being indoors, she made a point out of not attaching the leash that goes with the collar, which I guess I am grateful over.
Looking around, I had noticed that none of these strange Ponies are wearing any collars of similar items, not even a quilt or anything remotely recognisable as clothes for pets either. Yet, they don’t wear any clothes I would like to wear either. To be frank, they are all nude as far as I could see. Even if the Stallion who brought me here is an exception, with some kind of protection related gear on, vaguely akin to what a dog handler would wear.
“Hi!” I whispered meekly, in a weak voice, hoping she would understand and react as expected.
“Hiya, I am Pinkie Pie. Are you hungry? I am sure I have a few Muffins stored away somewhere!” she responded.
Not exactly what I had expected, but at least I can recognise the words and understand what she told me. Her name is Pinkie Pie.
“How sloppy of me, I should have told you to call me Pinkie!” she then exclaimed in her bubbly voice.
“Pinkie? Muffins? I guess a muffin could be nice!” I responded, just slightly stronger than before, still uncertain of everything.
“Muffins are the bestest things to eat, next to Cakes, that is. Just not the Cakes’, I couldn’t eat any of them!” she responded on her way towards the kitchen.
“If the Muffins you are referring to are Pastries, I guess I could try one of these?” I responded, now even more confused as to what she was going on about in her chirpy bubbly voice.
“This is a Café, what else would Muffins be? We sell all kinds of sweet goodies in the Café, you know!” she responded as she reached the door towards the kitchen, as she bounced forwards.
“What is up with this Pony? I guess I have to try that Muffin of hers, if it is pastries. I never was at any Café, so I don’t know exactly what they are!” I pointed out.
“By Celestia, a Girl who has never been to a Café? If it was up to me, that would be positively criminal. At least, now I can change that injustice once and for all. I live in a café and you are with me, at least most of the time. Now I just need to find what Muffins I can feed you. If we don’t have them, I will simply have to bake them for you!” she declared aggressively.
“Uh, who is Celestia? No Pony ever told me who she is. Yet, if you intend to bake Muffins for me, I guess I am finally granted a sliver of Luck for once!” I dared propose.
“Celestia is the Princess of day in Equestria, where our little village Ponyville is located. I guess I will have to teach you everything you need to know. That includes how to eat Mufins too. I will have to take you to the SPA as well, or my friend Rarity will never forgive me. Then I can as well take you over to the Carousel Boutique, where she and little Sweetie Belle live and work. Don’t worry, Sweetie Belle still does go to school with her friends. Her teacher is named Cherilee. Most all the Fillies and Colts love her, she is a very nice Mare!” Pinkie continued in a torrent of words bubbling out through her mouth.
“She is the Ruler of the land? How to eat Muffins? SPA? You have been permitted to have Friends? You are taking me to a Boutique? I never was permitted to learn anything, or meet any nice Mare before!” I stuttered in confusion.
“Celestia has been doing a great job as our Rulier, or Princess for a very long time. Yeah, Muffins, it is what we eat around here, even if Rarity would beg to differ on that matter. Yes, I will take you to the SPA, so they can wash you up, pamper you up and in general give you a treat, as it were. Rarity will demand to craft something for you. Something a little more than just nice. It is the kind of Mare she is. Besides, I like for you to see her!” Pinkie Pie pointed out.
“Will I ever see Celestia? I guess I can get used to having Muffins to eat, I just never really were permitted anything like Muffins before. They were giving me a rough brush off every other week, mainly for the hygiene of the place they kept me. Sounds as if she is more than a mere friend to you?” I stuttered in response.
“Most likely, but you will have a Muffin before we do anything else. You need to learn to eat proper food, you know. Then I can take you to Rarity and the SPA. I have the impression my other friends, Fluttershy, Applejack, Twilight Sparkle and Rainbow Dash will like to see you as well. They are my bestest friends. I love my friends!” she continued.
I couldn’t quite quite help myself, thus giggled at what she said.
“Then I better have that one Muffin now. Maybe I will see your friends after you take me over to Rarity and that SPA you mentioned?” I suggested meekly.
“Yeah, you better, or you will starve to death. I can’t have that. Fluttershy would take my hide for it, before any of my other friends start to express their feelings on the matter. Now, what kind of muffin would you like?” Pinkie continued in a more animated voice.
“Blueberry sounds nice. I think I will brave one of these, if you don’t mind?” I responded, pointing at one of her Muffins behind the label, with a brave blue tint to the top of it.
“Blueberry it is. If you don’t like it, you just try the next one you think is good!” she pointed out, pulling out the one I had just pointed out.
“Thamks!” I merely stated as strongly as I could muster with more enthusiastic a voice than I had previously dared.
To my surprise, she reacted positively, her smile widening and a giggle could be heard from her, almost in the manner of a purr from a little kitten, at least it is how I experienced it.
“Here you go, just pull of the paper under the Muffin. That is there to make them easier to bake, not for you to eat. They taste bad and have no nutritional value what-so-ever!” she then pronounced enthusiastically, enlightening me to her
oint in a delightful voice I never heard before.
“Oh, thanks!” I responed and pull the paper off, looking at it strangely, before I take my first bite of the sweet treat she refers to as food.
“Would you want anything to drink, we have water, milk and juice to choose from!” she pointed out.
“If you have a glass of juice since you suggested it. Otherwise; Milk or Water would be fine too!” I responded to the point.
“Juice it is, then. Maybe Milk is more for the Night. Here, at the Sugar-Cube Corner we pride ourselves, serving only the best you could wish for. Besides, quality does bring more smiles to the faces of our customers around here. These are the things that keep Ponies coming back. They enjoy the quality and the services we provide here!” she bubbled over in joyous pride.
I slowly chewed on the Muffin as she spoke, she bounced off to catch the pitcher of juices and poured me a glass, before I even realised she had left my side. Although the squeaking noises are a dead giveaway. I still did not pick up on it before she was back.
“Yeah, I think I will have a glass of Milk before bed. Sounds prudent!” I responded.
“Just before bed is always the best time for a glass of Milk, not that it ever is all that bad for you!” she responded, in a giggling voice.
“This is the best I ever had the fortune and joy to eat, or ever have for a meal. I am going to love to live around here with you!” I pointed out.
“Thanks, Sweetie. I think I will call you Muffin’, from now on. Seems to be a fitting name for you!” Pinkie Pie stated.
“Muffin’, are you calling me Muffin’? That is the sweetest any Pony ever did for me. They never really talked to me, just yanked my cord to where they wanted me, or away from where did not want me!” I mumbled.
“My sweet little Mufrfin’ shall never suffer the likes of that. I will make sure you can have all the Muffins you need to be a happy little girl for many a years ahead. I can’t take anything than smiling faces. I need every Pony to smile and laugh.
“I never really had anything to smile or laugh at, before. Besides, we were not permitted to. At least, it is my impression of it, I never really saw anyone smile or heard anyone laugh. We never had Muffins either, of course! I solemnly explained in a single sweep.
“I am honour-bound to change these things for you, sweet Muffin’. From now on, I will make sure you smile and laugh each and every day!” she proclaimed.
“The Muffin was delicious. I fear I died and passed over!” I pointed out with a week giggle at the end, trying on a new smile, just to see how it felt.
“Then it is time I take you to my friend Rarity. She would love to craft you something speical. Then I will have to take you to the SPA while we are waiting for her to work. With luck, she is finished in order for me to pick up what she crafted for you by the time we are back from the SPA!” Pinkie Pie Pointed out, as she fastened the leash to the collar I am wearing and bounced off towards her friend’s home at the Carousel Boutique with me in tow.
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