Thirty Minute Pony Stories

Slowly, steadily, he put one foot ahead of the other; grim determination made every attempt to set itself in his eyes, but his trademark emptiness remained stoic, and so with blank, beady eyes looking at very little in particular, he plodded onwards like the dinosaurs of yore.

Each footfall was as a meteorite plowing into the earth; small craters were left wherever he traversed the dusky, brown landscape, searching ever for his one, true love – for miles behind him, a small, almost imperceptible trail of dust marked his trail through the wilderness.

He searched the land with his thousand-yard stare, but nowhere in any of those thousand yards could he find what he sought – a flash of pink, the sound of laughter, the smile that loved him and the bright blue eyes that accompanied them – but though he could find no trace of her, he would still keep on searching. Because she was his Pinkie, and he was her Gummy. Everywhere she went, so did he, even if he had to circle the whole world twice to get there. They were meant to be together.

And so, slowly and steadily, he put one foot ahead of the other, and though despair tried to take hold of him, he shrugged it off without a care and set his eyes forward, ever on the vast horizon. His focus was admirable, his resoluteness without peer – but neither stopped him from bonking his nose upon a steel track which rose high into the air, almost doubling his miniscule size. He knew not what it was, but it had to be a sign; he would follow it, and it would lead him to his Pinkie.

He reared up like a monster from the Jurassic, and landed both forefeet on the metal railing at his descent; then with a firm hold, he pulled himself atop it and found that there was another one of the contraptions not far away. At this, he paused. What significance could a second track hold? What secrets might control of both unlock? But he quickly moved on. He was merely an alligator. Such things were not for his mind to attempt to comprehend. With deftly sluggish movements, he positioned himself roughly halfway between the tracks and continued his trek to find the lost Pinkie.

It was another few hours before thought managed to penetrate his defenses. At that point, thought told him that he was thirsty and needed water, and that he was hungry and needed candy. But there was no candy here, nor was there water, and nor did he need to worry about any of these things. He only needed to keep on searching – once he found her, Pinkie would give him everything he needed. And so, with great care and precision, he placed one foot ahead of the other, and though his tummy was empty and his throat was parched, he carried on.

Soon, he heard a noise. It was a low, scraping noise, pulsing every few seconds and resonating from both of the tracks he walked between. He looked into the distance which he had been looking into for the past few hours, and this time he saw, not quite a thousand yards off, some sort of rail cart. On it was a white pony who he didn’t really care about, and also a pink pony who he cared about very much, because she was Pinkie Pie.

As he was contemplating the rapidly approaching rail cart, it hit him, and stopped a few metres down the track. After bouncing like a smooth stone over water, he laid contentedly on his back, watching the blue sky turn into blue eyes which were at first concerned, and then full of laughter and happiness. Within moments he was nestled in her poofy mane, roughly halfway between her ears, and he finally shut his beady, blank eyes. He was home at last.

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Piggy Comments:

Hehe. This is both funny and touching. I especially like the narration style - Gummy telling his own tale in a world where he is immense and mighty, whilst not actually being arrogant but just a simple animal with his own perspective. Also, the image of Gummy setting out to find his lost Pinkie and bring her home tugs at my heart strings. Well done!