They’re walking through the plaza, weaving through the crowd with their steps in perfect harmony and their tails brushing every now and then. It’s a rare moment, just the two of them together, no Dash or Fluttershy overhead, no Applejack teasing, no Twilight worrying. It’s just them, just Rarity-and-Pinkie time. Pinkie doesn’t know when this started, for she and Rarity were never close. But Rarity had taken a sudden interest in her and once a week stopped by Sugar Cube Corner and dragged Pinkie down to some stall in the plaza.
Not that Pinkie minded. Secretly, she’d been hoping for something like this since…well, forever, maybe. So whenever Rarity made her appearance, Pinkie greeted her with the warmest of smiles and the gentlest of hugs and dropped whatever she was doing to go along with Rarity. She found that she just couldn’t say no to that pony, not ever.
Rarity does most of the talking as they walk, darting from this to that and then some. Pinkie doesn’t mind, because she finds that she can never really focus on anything when they walk together. The only thing on her mind is the pony next to her. And how beautiful she looks, strutting next to her, her eyes bright and her coat glistening in the winter sun.
What if Pinkie were to lean up and kiss her right now? Press a gentle, lingering kiss on those lips. And maybe wrap a foreleg around her shoulders and hold her close, just to make sure she knows that she’s hers. And maybe, if she’s lucky, Rarity would kiss her back and pull away and say, “My dear, lovely Pinkie…”
Pinkie Pie wasn’t dumb. Maybe she didn’t know all about the long history of Equestria like Twilight did, and maybe she couldn’t explain how storms were made like Dash or Fluttershy could. But she wasn’t dumb. Sometimes she just didn’t know. Sometimes she thought she never would. And now, as she stood alone in her apartment amongst the remnants of a party, she found it impossible to know. Her brain felt all muddled and heavy in her head and try as she might, she couldn’t recall what had happened last night, and whenever she did, a sour taste erupted in the back of her mouth and her heart sank lower than it ever had.
She didn’t really know if she wanted to find out what happened, if it was going to make her feel this awful. But she knew she had to, because Rarity was gone and that worried her. Rarity never left without saying goodbye.
But Pinkie, try as she might, couldn’t figure it out on her own. And when she couldn’t figure something out, she always goes to Twilight. So she found herself pacing the floor of Twilight’s library, trying to avoid those purple eyes that gazed at her with such sadness and disappointment and…fear?
Dear TMPS mods,
I tried to start this at least five times before I actually got the ball rolling. It’s hard to describe why I love this blog so much, but I think I can sum it up as well as I can. I want to tell ya’ll a little story.
Once upon a time, there was a crazy teenage girl who loved My Little Pony and who, believe it or not, had no idea what shipping was. Then, one day said girl (we’ll call her RPN) stumbled upon a little story called “Not Unless You Mean It”. And at first, RPN looked at the story and furrowed her brow. What was shipping? What was a RainbowPie? Why was her heart swelling and hurting? Why was she crying?
And that’s when she discovered shipping. And her first OTP was formed. She didn’t know what to do, what to write, for she has horrible self-esteem when it comes to things like writing a romance. How does one go about writing for a new paring? Her answer: one doesn’t. So, she went along shipping quietly and never writing a single word of glorious RainbowPie for the world to read. But she went on reading herself. She plowed her way through every RainbowPie story she could get her hands on, experimented in the Rarijack department, and somehow found out about a little tumblr blog called Thirty Minute Pony Stories. And lo and behold, the authors of some of her favorite fanfics were there, as mods!
Dear Granny Pie,
I never thought I’d be asking a girl’s grandma permission to do this, or anything. But, according to Pinkie, you’re the uh…how’d she put it? The Eminent Pie? Meaning, you’re in charge of the entire Pie family. Twilight tells me that means you’re the “matriarch” and you pretty much lead the family and that…matriarchy happens a lot in big families. Or something like that. Sometimes I just tune Twilight out.
Anyway, so I figured if I didn’t want to have the entire Pie family hunting me down, I’d
right write to you first and make sure it was okay. That’s how this works right? So what do you want me to say? I’m Rainbow Dash. I’m pretty awesome if I do say so myself and Pinkie’d be crazy not to fall for me. I mean, come on. I’m me! What else do you want to hear? Twilight and Rarity told me you’d probably be worried about what I can offer Pinkie and why we’d be good for each other.
Well, if by offer you mean like stuff, I have a pretty steady job. I’m the Weather Captain and it pays pretty good. It’s enough for me to get by. Ya know, food, water, food for Tank, leftover bits for fun stuff. Got a nice house, even if Pinkie can’t get up to it. We can work that out later. Like I said, I’m pretty awesome. Me and Pinkie would be great. I can offer her plenty, trust me, Gran!
Rarity had told her it was going to be a party. A big, grand, elegant party that ponies were sure to be talking about for months after. It was supposedly an honor to be invited, let alone actually attend and look all grand and fabulous in a dress and strut around with your date and sip fancy drinks that definitely were not sarsaparilla, but Pinkie honestly couldn’t see the big deal. This certainly wasn’t a party. There was no dancing, no games, no loud laughter. They were all just standing around and talking. The music was playing a soft, gentle tune, perfect for a slow dance with a loved one, but no one was dancing. Rarity herself had turned down the offer when Pinkie sauntered up to her and pleaded for just one dance.
That was two hours ago, and now Pinkie sat alone at a table, dejectedly picking at whatever fancy-pants food had been set in front of her. This wasn’t a party, her date was nowhere to be found, and frankly, she was cold, tired, and wanted to go home. That was what bothered her the most. She wasn’t the kind of girl to want to leave a party, but here she was. Then again, she couldn’t really call this mass of tittering, sophisticated snobs a party. All disdain for this not-party aside, Pinkie came to an upsetting conclusion: she was freezing, so cold, in fact, that she was actually shivering.
And that was not okay. She had grown up loving the cold and the snow, enduring it and not giving it any mind at all. But now that she was alone at a not-party, the whole world suddenly seemed colder and lonelier.
Today was going to be the day. Foxglove was one hundred percent, completely and utterly prepared. For once, she wasn’t going to be afraid and shy away from herself, for once she was going to show who she really was and how she really felt and not be ashamed, because this was who she was.
A million times before, she had told herself this was just a phase. At first, it was just that she appreciated Twist and all she had done for their friendship and that she loved her so much as a best friend. But then, as time went on and the two fillies became closer and closer, Foxglove’s feelings brewed, churning and storming inside her and turning into something she didn’t understand. She didn’t understand why whenever Twist hugged her she would flutter on the inside and never wanted the hug to end or when Twist would hang out with her other friends, she would stiffen with jealousy and fear, or why sometimes, when she would get really, really close and lay her head on her shoulder or laugh or snuggle next to her when they watched movies at the fly-in, Foxglove would want to reach up and kiss her.
She knew, of course, that those feelings weren’t…normal so to speak. She’d seen that Doctor and the mailmare strutting around town together and she’d watched Mr. and Mrs. Cake with their children and she had watched Big Macintosh and Fluttershy on their weekly dates to the park. She knew that couples were stallion and mare, mostly. But at the same time, she had seen other couples too and nopony seemed to have a problem with them. Like Miss Twilight and Pinkie Pie. The day Pinkie burst out of the bakery, singing and proclaiming her love, everypony had cheered when Miss Twilight said yes. Well, she didn’t really say it, more like tackled the young baker with kisses in the middle of the marketplace. And nopony minded ponies were happy about it.
There’s been some confusion over rooming here at the University. But, of course, I’ll focus on my studies, for I know that’s how you’d want me to respond, yes? But there’s been some confusion for you see my roommate is…unusually peculiar and altogether quite impossible to describe…
Well, I guess I can be blunt with you. This feeling is so sudden and new and I felt it the moment I laid eyes on her. I’m just gonna be honest, I loathe her. Her face, her voice, her clothing…well, let’s just say I loathe it all. Every little trait, however small, makes my very flesh begin to crawl. It’s a strange exhilaration.
Anyway, you must be pretty shocked right about now. Oh my little daughter, I didn’t know she had it in her! Maybe you’re calling Mom to the table too and she’s laughing about it to herself and saying that I get it from you. Which will, of course, spike an argument. Hmm. I sound like Auntie Twilight. But, don’t worry, Mother. I’ve got it all under control. This simple, utter loathing can’t last long, right? I’ll rise above it, just like you and Mom taught me to. It’s very hard to keep from laughing around her, though. I suppose that’s something I get from Mom.
I’m glad I heard from you, because I was beginning to think that you all had forgotten me. I wouldn’t be surprised, considering I’ve been so bad with keeping up with you. You have to know that it isn’t on purpose. My parents are running me ragged and I can hardly ever find time to do anything anymore. If anypony was going to understand about parents, I guess it would be you. I know you don’t talk about them much, but I’m guessing it isn’t an ideal relationship.
You know, I don’t think any of us have perfect relationships with our parents. I guess that’s why we all rely on each other so dearly. Family can’t be perfect, but with friends it doesn’t have to be perfect to work out. I always thought that going back to Canterlot would be like going home and that it would be so great to see everything and everypony again, but now that I’m here and I’m here to stay (at least for the next few months) I realized that it isn’t that great.
It’s for the best. It’s for the best. It’s for the best. It’s for the best.
No matter how many times she repeated those words in her head, she couldn’t find a way to make herself truly believe them. She knew she would never be able to and she knew that she would never receive forgiveness for this. She was on her own now, truly. She had been abandoned, betrayed, and now she would face the consequences.
It was one, simple action. It required so little thought, so little magic. It just came and went, like the passing of a cloud in front of the sun. It wasn’t until she looked up and had seen it that she knew what had happened. What she had done. Her actions hit her full-force like a train on a track and crushed her down, stopping her breath and making her heart as heavy and dull as lead.
It’s for the best. It’s for the best. It’s for the best. It’s for the best.
She didn’t think that anymore. It was over and she had made a mistake, a horrible, regretful mistake that would haunt her and hang over her head for the rest of her life. They would always know, those littler ponies, what had happened. Her name would forever be in the legend.
The cheers of the crowd pounded in her ears as she rose to shaking hooves, smiling a watery grin at the ponies around her. Spreading her wings out for balance, she began walking to the stairs. The audience loved it, applauding even louder than before, Pegasi leaping into the air and Earth ponies whistling their approval obnoxiously.
It was unbelievable that she was here, that she had made it this far. She remembered a few months ago when it had all began. It was the time of year to elect a new Mayor for Ponyville and it was no secret that Mayor Mare wasn’t exactly a treasured community official. But Derpy, Derpy was different. She had ideals and plans, feelings and ties with the community. She knew what it was like to work hard and be left out, she knew what it was like to find her place and protect somepony she loved.
Derpy promised peace and safer streets, streets that weren’t ravaged by random cliffs, unsafe retirement homes, and uncovered wells. She supported lower taxes, especially on things like baked goods and other important necessities. She went out and spoke with the local store owners, her words slow and slurred, but her tone understanding and loving. She was just what Ponyville needed, a leader who was down-to-earth and truly knew the citizens of Ponyville.
Sometimes Pinkie did stuff without really thinking about it. Like, when she met a new pony, it was just natural to say hi and throw a party, right? It was involuntary and didn’t really require much thinking on her part, besides planning the party, of course. But there were times, she knew, that thinking before she acted might have been a good idea. Twilight was always telling her how important it was to think about what you’re doing before you actually do it, but she had never really thought that much about it. Usually things would turn out all right, whether she had put a lot of thought into her actions or not.
But, then there were times when she could have thought before she acted. Thinking was good sometimes, or so Twilight said. Thinking helped sort out problems logically and reasonably. Thinking could stop her from doing something stupid or bad, bad enough to get herself into a dark, lonely place just because she couldn’t think things through before going off the deep end.
Not important, she reminded herself. She was good at reminding and staying away from the bad thoughts. But right now? Right now it was so hard.
Nopony knew exactly how the fire started and at this point nopony was that worried about how it had started. The simple fact was that the fire had started and there was nothing anypony could do now. The library, Twilight Sparkle’s beloved library, was destroyed. It was engulfed by the mysterious flames that had come out of nowhere and devoured one of Ponyville’s most beloved landmarks. The flames were still dancing rebelliously, even as the weather team worked to douse them with rainwater. Rainbow Dash was among them, working tediously with a determined look in her eyes and her jaw set. The others stood around Twilight, letting her take it in and not saying anything.
But when it was over and the library was reduced to ashes and the skeletal remains of a tree, it was Pinkie who was the first to speak.
“Don’t you worry, Twilight,” she assured her friend, throwing a foreleg around her shoulders and pulling her close. “You and Spikey can stay with me ‘til your place is all better, okay?”
And Twilight found comfort in those words, those simple, generous words laced with laughter and smothered in love and kindness. She gathered the remains of her things and followed Pinkie back to the bakery. Thick, black smoke still swirled among the clouds, but in the smoke there were still clouds and Twilight took hope in them.
They trooped up the stairs to the door to Pinkie’s tiny apartment. With great pride, Pinkie threw open her door and stepped aside to let Twilight in.
“Welcome to Hotel Equestria! Well, maybe not all of Equestria, maybe just Hotel Pinkamena,” she giggled, sauntering in and setting to work immediately. “You can take my bed. I always fall asleep on the couch anyway.”
She sounded so genuine and believing that all of this was okay, so sincere that Twilight believed her. She truly did. Maybe these few weeks wouldn’t be so bad.
For the friends I love so dear.
I’m there for you, you’re there for me. It seems simple, but it’s not. It’s so much more than that. We have laughs and tears and so many memories. I love you guys and I’ll always be here for you, even when we’re not all around. When we grow up and grow apart, I’ll still be thinking about you all. And missing you. And loving you.
Why? Because you guys are my best friends, and no matter how hard you try, we always will be.
I Pinkie promise.
Pinkie Pie would never break a Pinkie Promise, so this is her rock-solid guarantee that no matter what happens, no matter what life throws at them, Pinkie will never stop loving her friends. A touching commitment.
The first mistake was splitting up, everypony taking a partner and strutting off on their own to go fight the growing, twisted army of Chaos. The second was Twilight letting her guard down. And the third was Pinkie’s reckless, stupid jump in front of that timberwolf and taking the fall for Twilight.
“It’s all right, Pinkie,” Twilight soothed, collecting her friend into her arms and holding her close, stroking her soft pink mane. “I killed it, it’s okay, you’re going to be fine.”
In her heart she felt a twinge of guilt as she looked upon Pinkie. The wolf had gashed her deeply and blood was oozing out of her face and her chest. Her breath was ragged and her eyes had fluttered shut.
One hundred, ninety-nine, ninety-eight…
“Ya know, Twilight?” Pinkie said, her eyes still shut and her voice had taken on a devoid and cynical tone. “I always knew I would be the first to go.”
Ninety-five, ninety-four, ninety-three…
“What?! No, you’re not…”
“Yes, I am.” She sounded so old, so wise, and so resigned to her fate. “I always knew I’d be first. You don’t need Laughter as much as you need the others.”
Princess Luna of the Night hated mornings. More specifically, she hated mornings when Celestia was full of energy and excitement for the day, even though all it would consist of was meetings and audiences with nobles nopony liked and speaking with those snooty, know-it-all advisors. Ever since Discord had been defeated and they were put into power, nothing was fun anymore. There were no armies of Chaos to hunt down, no assassination plots to foil, and absolutely no reason to bear the Elements of Harmony. In fact, Luna was pretty sure all they were doing was gathering dust in a box in the Royal Vaults. How she yearned for the days of forging the Elements and divvying them up, charging into battle and taking the throne of Equestria from Discord, emerging victorious and welcomed as the rulers of Equestria by the ponies.
But, no. It was just a typical morning on a typical day and it was time for her typical cup of coffee and typical breakfast with Celestia.