Pinkie slapped four stamps onto the envelopes she held in her basket. “Spike, Princess Cadance, Princess Celestia, and Princess Luna…” she mumbled as she worked. “Done.” she clopped her hooves together once in a half-hearted bit of triumph, then bounced the basket up onto her head and trotted out of her cottage.
All around her, the bustle of modern day Ponyville scurried on, the magirail in the distance roaring forth like a dragon as usual, autotaxies carting passengers to and fro, commuters piling at the train station to head to Canterlot or Manehatten or Fillydelphia for their daily jobs.
Through it all Pinkie smiled and waved as she always did, till she finally reached the post office where she dropped off the envelopes with the mailstallion, a fairly exasperated looking chocolate coated Pegasus.
“You know, Miss Harmony-Pie, you could just magi-mail these invitations. You don’t have to send everything by snail mail,” he chided as he filed the envelopes.
Pinkie’s eyes held only a glimmer of their usual twinkle. “Oh I know, but my friends prefer an old fashioned touch.” Pinkie bounced out of the office leaving the mailstallion muttering to himself about stupid old mares.
Pinkie spent the rest of the morning in a hustle gathering her usual party supplies from all of her favorite spots. She’d had to change some of those spots over the years as some family businesses closed, and new supermarkets or chain businesses opened, but she always stuck to as much familiarity as she could. It was important, after all.
Though there was one place she wished she could have purchased supplies at. She slowed her pace to a trudge as she came to the run down almost ruin of Sugarcube Corner. A few tears welled up in her eyes as she popped off a little salute. “I’m sorry I couldn’t keep it running for you, Mr. and Mrs. Cake…”
With a shuddering breath, she pushed on with the rest of her supply gathering. The clock chimed twelve in her cottage as she arrived home with bags bursting with everything she needed for her usual perfect birthday party.
She started writing out the banner, managing to get out “Happy 321st—” before she spat out her pen in disgust. With a morose sigh, she cantered out her cottage door…before she could continue there were a few special someones she needed to visit with.
Her meandering canter took her past all the excessively large apartment complexes and skyscrapers and modern buildings, all the way out to the edges of old Ponyville, near the old fields of Sweet Apple Acres, where a special memorial cemetery had been set up. Five headstones, all set in a semicircle, each engraved with the Cutie Marks of those laying within…a trio of apples, a trio of diamonds, a trio of butterflies, a cloud with a rainbow lightning bolt, and a purple six sided star.
Pinkie collapsed onto her haunches in front of the graves and wept. Even after all this time, it still hurt to see the headstones. “H-hi girls,” she said, her voice quavering. “I, uh, heh, guess I didn’t bring any flowers this time. I just really needed to see you. I miss you all so much…sometimes I can’t figure out why I go on living without you.”
She stomped her hoof at a clod of dirt. “I-it’s not fair! I shouldn’t have outlived you!” She sniffled, sparing a glance at the six sided star grave. “I know, Twilight…I know you said something about how my Pinkie sense was actually the result of some kind of special magic that made me ageless or something, but it’s not fair! I didn’t want it! I still don’t want it!”
She fell over flat on her face, letting the tears stream down into the dirt around her. “I know I still have friends, my party planning business, ponies who look up to me, but I just don’t even care most of the time.”
Her chest heaved with her sobs. “Sometimes I even think about…about…ending—”
“Pinkie?” came a sudden deep voice from behind.
Pinkie let out a sigh and spared a glance to see the looming presence of a familiar green and purple dragon. “Hi, Spike,” she said, not even bothering to get up from her prone position.
To her surprise she found herself lifted in one of his massive paws and clutched to his chest. She resisted for only a brief moment before she gripped tightly and sobbed into his scales, shaking and shuddering as he patted her as gently as he could with his massive paws.
After a few minutes of crying she finally managed to look up from her tears. “Spike, what’re you doing here?”
He stared down at her with those piercing green eyes and lifted his other paw, which contained five bouquets of various flowers. “Thought I might pay my respects. Didn’t think you’d be here though. Missing them again?” Pinkie nodded wordlessly. “I figured. You look like crap, Pinkie.”
She snorted, though she couldn’t help a small giggle. “Gee, thanks, Spike.”
He grinned. “Want some help planning the party after we say what we want to say to, err, them?”
She sighed, her mouth curling into a wan little grin. “Oh, okay. Put me down, please.”
Wow, this was a really interesting look into the future of Equestria, and a sad but touching look at a future for an immortal Pinkie Pie. I like the idea of the Princesses and Spike being her best friends now, and I enjoyed the hints at a married mane six after yesterday’s prompt, with Pinkie even adding “Harmony” to her name. Her conversation with the others’ graves was so sad, and I loved seeing Spike come in at the end to comfort her and mourn with her. Wonderful submission!