Staying over at Pinkies.

>>28883649
Invite her back to my apartment/house/mansion/wherever the fuck this Anon lives.

>>28883649
fuck her on the spot

>>28883649
Absolutely. Pinkie Pie is such an adorable sweetheart, and she's clearly lonely right now.

>>28883649
Carry her over to golden oak library

I didn't come here for these feels anon.

I vote going along with her, leaving her on a night like this would ruin your friendship.

>>28883649
Take her back to my place. She shouldn't have to suffer.

Also help her patch up her window so she can live better. She can even help out and watch as Nonny helps her out.

>>28883649

>>28883649
None of the characters talk like wannabe depressed teenagers.

Take it down and try again.

>>28883649
Join her for a few nights and have fun, when she gets comfy with me ask her to move in with me

>>28883649
Of course I will, panko

>>28885874
criticize me harder, mommy, harder!!!

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>>28886193
kek

>>28885863

>>28886699

>>28883649
>Standing in the pelting rain and feeling the cold seeping into your body through your clothes, you decide to take Pinkie up on her offer.
"Alright, Pinkie, let's spend some more time together. Lead the way."
>The mare nods excitedly, bouncing up and down with a large grin, seemingly unfazed by the almost freezing rainfall.
>"Yesss! This is great, Anon! We can stay up long, draw pictures for each other and drink hot chocolate."
>You nod at Pinkie, gently but firmly pushing her to move forward to get out from under this weather as fast as possible.
>"Well... provided I can get a fire going. It gets a little harder sometimes when it's this wet, you know..."
"I'm sure we'll be able to work something out, Pinkie."
>Walking next to the pony and pushing against the fierce wind blowing in your face, the prospect of a hollowed-out tree with nothing to shield you from the elements and the possibility of no working fireplace sends a shiver through your body.
>Truth be told, you're really not in the mood to spend the better part of the evening huddled up with Pinkie, fighting tooth and nail just to get - and stay - dry and warm.
>So why are you following her right now?
>Is it concern?
>Pity?
>Maybe even a bit of curiosity?
>"There it is!" the mare next to you exclaims, ripping you out of your thoughts and back into the cold, shivering reality of the rainy autumn night.
>Following her outstretched hoof, you spot a great oak on the side of the road through the grey screen of the storm.
"That's it?"
>"Yep!"
>Pinkie trots towards the tree, quickly stepping around and out of your field of view.
>You stay behind, letting your eyes wander up and down what is apparently her home.
>It's a tree alright, big, massive and probably hundreds of years old.
>The thick part near the ground is probably three or four meters in diameter, and the crown is a vast cobweb of branches; stripped of their leaves by the advancing fall and a thick maze of black reliefs against the dark sky.

>>28887821
Would a little girl read this? Would the rest of the family read this and enjoy it?

>>28887831
yes. I'd read this to my imaginary daughter without guilt or shame

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>>28887821
>>28887831
I'm reading it and I love it so far.

It seems tame enough for little girls and probably family too.

Can't wait to see more.

>>28887821
>Despite its colossal image, the massive thing looks uninviting; a cold, dead corpse of something that was once living and is now slowly being eroded by the advancing time.
>The thick, cracked bark is shimmering wet with the rain, catching the occasional glimpse of stray light from the outskirts of town.
>You can't think of anyone who would - let alone could - live in this.
>"Come around, Anon. Get inside and out of the rain."
>Pinkie's yell makes its way around the tree, almost drowned out by the crushing rainfall and the howling of the wind in your ears.
>Following her voice, you make your way along the trunk until you find a small opening in the form of a cut-out piece of bark.
>A smiling pony is leaning out of the hole, gesturing you to move inside.
>Bending down, you wedge yourself through the opening, careful not to slip and fall face first into the muddy ground.
>Once inside, you hear Pinkie pull the piece of wood shut with a muffled thud.
>You are greeted by nothing but darkness and the overwhelming smell of wet, rotting wood.
>This isn't a home.
>This is a carcass, left to itself and the elements a long time ago.
>And yet here you are.
"Pinkie...", you exhale, the reality of her living situating hitting you like a bucket of cold water.
>"Y-yes, Anon?"
"What is this?"
>"It's my home."
>You can't quite see the mare in the darkness, but you can make out her general form moving back from the door and towards the opposing wall.
"THIS is your home?"
>You fail to keep the undertone out of your voice.
>"Yes", comes the reply; a bit more forceful this time.
>"I know it's not much, but it's all I got."
>All she's got...
>"Now, if I could just..."
>A spark of light bursts from the spot Pinkie is standing in, immediately snuffed out by the cold, damp surroundings.
>"...light this damn..."
>Another flash dances through the black, lost like its predecessor to the endless void inside the dead tree.
>"...fireplace!"

>>28887831
Lauren if this is truly you, post something about knights on twitter

Now, you realize that at some point you're going to have to explain (a) why she doesn't live with the Cakes anymore, and (b) why she didn't just go back to the rock farm.

>>28888030
>A forceful clash of what you realize is a pair of sharp rocks in Pinkie's hooves echoes though the trunk, drawing with it another spark of fire.
>This one catches, falling into place on a carefully prepared nest of dry leaves and small branches and is immediately nursed by the mare with a series of careful, life-giving breaths.
>Slowly and steadily, the flames grow into a fire, filling up the inside of the tree with orange light and long, flickering shadows on the walls.
>Looking around, you take in the sensations.
>The dimensions of the place are about what you'd expect from the outside, giving you and Pinkie enough room to stand and move around without having to constantly step out of each others way.
>Looking up, you see a high ceiling way up in the upper part of the trunk.
>As Pinkie had described, a broken window in the form of another cut-out with a few pieces of thick, shattered glass is situated a little up the wall, thankfully looking out into the direction of the wind and not channeling it inside.
>The floor is clean, and you can clearly see Pinkies things spread out in the corners.
>A small sleeping area is covered with a few pillows and the large thick blanked Pinkie had told you about.
>An opened coloring book is lying on top of it, a crudely-drawn picture of what appears to be Pinkie Pie surrounded by other ponies on the latest page.
>With light and - finally - a little warmth radiating from the fire, the place is beginning to feel less like a tomb and more like an actual room someone could live in.
>Leave it to Pinkie to spread life and light wherever she chooses to go.
>Still...
>"Anon, you're shivering. Let's get you out of these clothes and under the blankets."
>Looking down on your soaked jacket and pants, you quickly agree with the mare, stripping of as much as you feel comfortable letting go of and sitting down on Pinkie's impromptu bedroom-area.
>"Here you go", she comments, dragging her blanket over your body.
"Thanks, Pinkie."

>>28888177
>"No problem. And welcome to my home", she adds, grinning at you while slowly shimmying her way under the covers.
"Thanks for having me."
>You lift your arm slightly, allowing the soft, warm and surprisingly dry mare to stretch out over your thighs.
>And with Pinkie's body heat slowly creeping up and bringing warmth back into your body, you can't help but feel a certain coziness to your situation.
>Watching the crackling fire and listening to the storm crashing around the three outside, you settle deeper into the covers with Pinkie and slowly start to relax.


That's it. I'm not sure if I will/can write more. Just saw the OP and felt like writing a little bump for the thread.

>>28887831
What did she mean by this?

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>>28883649
>"We have to Pinkie, the date is over."
Holy shit how fucking autist

>>28888083
this, I'm no Lauren Faust imposter and shitposter, but OP is a faggot.
>pinky lives in a tree
nigga da fuq?

>>28888184
this is great so far and I hope you continue because this looks like it has a lot of feels potential

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Not the writefag, but I might continue this later. Have a few other things to do first tho.

>>28888939
Looking forward to it.

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Sorta reminds me a little of pic related except without the sex.

>>28889358
Thats lewd, Anon.

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>>28888030
>a cold, dead corpse of something that was once living and is now slowly being eroded by the advancing time.
Just like the MLP fandom!

>>28888268
You replied to the wrong post you knob.

>>28887831
>rape

>>28889607
The sad part is it's true.

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Writefag here. Didnt have time to write today, but I will try to get to it tomorrow if the thread still exists by then.
Until then, this shall be a Ponk thread.

>>28890885
It certainly slowed down, but it is far away from dying. Other fandoms have it far worse.

>>28890942
Sounds good mate.

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>>28890942
Yes

>>28892391

>Let's go stay on your place where you're living in a rotted tree with drafts all over the place during a downpour. A quilt will surely be enough
>"Sure pinkie i'll totally do that instead of just inviting you to my nice warm actual house where we could literally do everything you suggested but in a very comfier environment
Fucking pinkiefags

>>28892740
>not seeing the underlying artistic meaning of the dead tree as a symbol for Pinkie's inner torment

jokes aside, i agree it's a bit far fetched and i wrote everything save for the OP post so far. i just had fun writing some green without much thought about the "realness" of the situation. that being said, I'm not sure if i should go on. As i said, i'm not the OP and apparently he, or some other writefag(s) ITT also want to write on this.

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>>28892920
I think it was kinda cute.

>>28893119
yes

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>>28892920
It got real cute and comfy. I liked it anon.

>>28892920
So let them write their stories too.
If I wasn't on my phone I would post that two cakes image.

>>28888184
>You don't know how long it's been since you and Pinkie entered her home, but it had to be at least an hour.
>Judging by the sound, the downpour is still raging outside, accompanied by the occasional rumblings and flashes of light bursting through the high window.
>After being warmed up by the fire and each others body heat for a while, the two of you had begun talking.
>Most of it was small talk accompanied by random anecdotes, helping you to get to know each other a little more as well as pass the time until the storm died down.
>In truth, you still don't know why you decided to follow Pinkie today, but being here now, you won't be able to leave until the weather changes.
>The pony is currently sprawled out on her belly next to you, happily telling you of her friends' shenanigans during the last Grand Galloping Gala.
>You'd absentmindedly begun stroking her fur a while back, only realizing what you did a few minutes later.
>You were a little awkward about it at first, but judging by the mare's relaxed expression and occasional sighs, you doubt she minds.
>"...and then Rainbow Dash drew a super thick booty with Princes Celestia's cutie mark on the bathroom stall. It was suuuper funny, but Twilight was kind of mad", she giggles, a curl of her brightly colored mane bouncing with the motion.
>You chuckle as Pinkie finishes her story of what sounds like a great evening tied off with a hint of vandalism.
"Sounds like you guys know how to have a good time, huh?"
>"You betcha!"
>After recovering from your small fit of giggling, both you and Pinkie quiet down again.
>For a few minutes, the air is filled with nothing but the sound of the rain hitting the outside of the tree and the occasional crack of wood from the fire.
>Deciding now might be as good a time as any to breach the subject, you speak up again.
"So Pinkie..."
>"Hmm?"
"You know, I have to ask. Comfy as it may or may not be, why exactly are you living in here? I mean didn't you use to live at SCC?"

>>28893803
200% interested

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>>28890942
> Ponk thread.
As you wish.

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>>28893803
Gonna need more boss.

>>28893803
>"Oh", comes the toneless reply.
>"That."
"I mean, I guess it's okay if you don't want to talk about it. But it's kind of hard to ignore."
>Letting her eyes wander around the room, Pinkie slowly nods.
>"I guess it is..."
>The mood in your fortress against the thunderstorm changes.
>It feels like the flames of the fire are growing a little dimmer; a little colder, and the blackness of the outside world is fighting to push back against your save haven, trying to retake its rightful place.
>The earlier coziness is replaced by a more serious air, accentuated by Pinkie getting up and shifting her weight to sit straight on her hind legs, facing you.
>An almost vanishing hint of sadness is written on her face, thrown into stark relief by the shadows drawn from the dying flames.
>Also, you can make out something else in her expression, something deeper and much more powerful.
>The painful memories of past mistakes.
>"I was living with Mr. and Mrs. Cake", she begins, doing her hardest to hider her face and not look you in the eyes.
>Setting her sight down on her hooves, Pinkie continues.
>"They were very nice to me. I guess I've been living with them for about... five years."
>Her blue eyes sparkle with wetness when she blinks, catching the slanting light of the dying embers.
>"I never realized how long it was..."
"It's okay, Pinkie."
>You reach out, gently scratching behind her ear for a few seconds.
"And then what?"
>You try to be as noninvasive as possible in your questioning, giving Pinkie the room to continue with her story on her own terms, yet assuring her of your willingness to listen and support for her in recounting her tale.
>"I guess the years just went by somehow. 'It's a basic property of life', Twilight told me once. 'Every living thing moves forward in some way or another. Stagnation is death.'"
>The mare nods slowly, more to herself than to you.
>"And before I knew, the two most beautiful souls I've ever had the joy to meet came into my life."

>>28894074
"They had children?" you ask, recalling the faint memory of a story of childbirth in Sugar Cube Corner.
>"Two. A colt and a little filly."
>The memory alone is enough to bring a grin to Pinkie's face, the thought of the two little ponies apparently filling her up with warmth and the strength to continue talking despite her quickly watering eyes.
>"It was hard at first, but I managed to help out with the kids. They helped me grow up by helping them grow up", she explains, her eyes unaffected by the unwavering smile on her lips.
>Letting her last words hang in the air for a bit, you can see that Pinkie is quickly becoming the loser in her ongoing battle against her tears.
>A few sparkling droplets make their way from the corners of her eyes, rolling down and leaving streaks of wetness in the soft fur of her cheeks.
>"A-and then..."
>Pressing the words out while trying not to sob, the mare finally looks up to you.
>"...t-then I messed up."
>A cold knot forms in your stomach, as a dark and traitorous little thought worms its way into your mind, clawing at your brain with sharp edges.
"Did... did something happen to them?"
>Pinkie is only able to nod, with heavy sobs and chokes now the only things escaping her throat.
>Despite the heart-shattering display of pain in front of you, you trust your instinct not to fall forward and hug her.
>This is her story, and she deserves a chance to get to the end of it undisturbed.
>Something tells you that Pinkie doesn't want comfort right now, regardless of how much she's looking like she needs it.
>And after a few more moments, the mare is able to bite down her sobs again and hoarsely continues speaking in an almost whispering voice.
>"They're alright now, mind you, so it's not like they're..."
>She lets the silence speak for itself, unable to finish the sentence.
>"But it was my fault. I messed up, and because of that, two wonderful sparks of light almost..."

>>28894296
Whatever ponk did, the cake twins had it coming

>>28894296
>Taking a deep, shuddering breath and drawing air back into her lungs, Pinkie is able to calm down.
>"And that's what happened", she finishes with a rather sudden stop, clearly not prepare to uncover any more details about whatever ungodly ordeal she went through.
>"The Cakes didn't want me afterwards, and I didn't want to stay there either."
"What about home? The rock farm. You seemed to be quite nostalgic when you told me about it."
>"I don't want to go back there either", Pinkie smiles sadly, her eyes reddened by the stream of tears.
>"I couldn't. I wouldn't be able to explain to them."
>You let your sight wander around the room again, the light now almost completely drained from it, with a few glowing embers now all that remains from the fireplace.
"But... this?"
>Pinkie picks up the coloring book that had been lying next to you on the blanket all this time, gently stroking the crayon drawing with one of her hooves.
>Looking closer, you see the figures around the pink stick figure of a mare actually resemble two smaller ponies, one with a tiny horn on its head and one with the equally small wings of a pegasus.
>"It feels like this is what I'd deserve."


That's it for today. It somehow got a little darker than planned, but I decided to roll with it. Hope you liked it, feedback and insults greatly appreciated.

>>28894382
Not quite what I'd expect from a Pinkie Pie story but I'll admit you paced it and worded it well so it didn't seem to off and I am intrigued to see more
good job so far writefriend please keep it up

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Poponk bump

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>>28895806

>>28894382
This is really intriguing so far. I'm reaaally hoping that this thread stays alive for a while to let you finish. I can see Pinkie being consumed with guilt this way, but I can't imagine what the poor thing must have done.

>>28896665

>>28895488

>>28899199

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Writefag here. Not quite ready yet. I'm hoping to get at least a little bit done for you guys today though. In the meantime, maybe someone else wants to write a bit on the premise too? All these empty bumps feel depressing.

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>>28899839
>All these empty bumps feel depressing.
Welcome to oblivion.

That's all that's left of /mlp anymore. Just bumps.

And behind each bump is one person saying, not only "Continue this" they're hoping to see something, they want to experience something.

They want that experience, they're saying, "Please, take me away from this miserable life for a moment, and let me read about a fantastical scenario that could never exist.

But like I said, It's oblivion. Because a great majority of the time, there is nothing. No one heeds their cries.

Their calls may go unanswered for days, even weeks. And if the thread 404's, they may never see that story, they may never escape this fucking hellhole.

So as you see all those bumps, you're looking into the face of oblivion. You're seeing the sad tortured souls manifest itself in four simple letters.

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>>28899927
Someone finally understands

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>>28899927
God damn...
I would write but I've been so busy lately, I know I wouldn't be able to write much. I'm definitely keeping a note of the premise and I'll write something on it in a later Pinkie thread.
I cant promise it'll be soon, but I'll definitely do it.

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Well thanks for emotionally blackmailing me to continue writing. Not like I got shit to do.

In any case, lemme link my pastebin:
http://pastebin.com/u/ponk
It's just a few mediocre things I did, but in case the thread kicks it I'll post in there with as best an end as I can manage. I usually don't write in threads like this because I like to only post stories I finished already. Most of the shit I write never makes it past my harddrive and just keeps on growing until I eventually drop it.

>>28894382
>Walking through the deserted streets of Ponyville's outskirts back towards your home, you pull your jacket tighter around you to fight the cold of the early morning.
>A low autumn sun is hanging deep over the horizon, penetrating the misty fog with its harsh white light.
>The storm had passed sometime during the night, leaving behind only traces of its fierce assault on the town in the form of loose branches and the occasional toppled-over mailbox.
>Everything is shimmering with the residual wetness of the pelting rainfall and a thick, hazy fog is enveloping the houses and parks.
>You think back to the evening with Pinkie.
>Sometime during the night, after her tear-filled episode of remembrance, the two of you had fallen asleep under her heavy quilt, both too emotionally drained to stay awake any longer.
>And ever though the look she'd allowed you at the enormous baggage she chose to carry goes beyond the boundary of what you’d consider a regular date, you somehow feel closer to the mare.
>Together with her story, she had told you a piece of herself and invited you to see a piece of her soul, no matter how tainted by guilt and shame it may have been.
>You respect her for that, and for better or worse, it helped you understand why Pinkie chose to live like she does.
>Waking up at sunrise, you had quickly said your goodbyes to leave for your own home.
>But you came to a decision.
>The decision of wanting to find out more about Pinkie, her friends and her past, however dark that particular abyss might become.
>In inviting you to step into her world like that, she’d cast a beacon of hope, a lighthouse on the cliffs to help you find your way to her in the black of the sea, to guide her off of whatever godforsaken reality her barge had run afoul on.
>Or at least that’s what you’d like to think.
>Right now however, the foremost things on your mind are your own home, your shower, a hearty breakfast and a set of dry clothes.

>>28900228
>Even though your jacket and pants more or less dried during the night, the cold and damp of the tree still cling to you like a cloying odor of rot and decay.
>You can’t wait to take nice hot shower and finally, truly warm yourself up again.
>A few more minutes of stalking through the dead streets later, you step through the entrance of your house at last, pulling the heavy door closed behind you with a silent click.
>You cast off your jacket and jeans, throwing them onto the slowly growing pile of laundry you’ll have to address soon.
>Scampering into the bathroom, you start to fiddle with the knobs of your shower, turning them up as far as they go and stepping under the stream of almost scalding hot water.
>A small sigh escapes your lips.
>And after standing motionlessly for a few minutes, letting the warmth envelop you and fog up the mirrors, you finally summon up the mental and physical strength to continue going through the rest of your morning routine.

>It’s early afternoon as you knock on the door to Twilight’s castle, the dull sound feeling hilariously unfit to attract anyone’s attention inside the behemoth of a residence stretching into the sky before you.
>Its crystalline finish sparkles in the cold sun, catching rays of light and refracting them in a million different colors, giving the entire structure an almost surreal touch of luminescence.
>You knock again, slightly more forceful this time, in a futile attempt to rouse the resident’s attention and almost startle when the door is actually pulled back to reveal a mare looking at you with a pair of bright purple eyes.
>"Anon? What a pleasant surprise."
"Hey, Twilight, do you have a moment? I’d like to talk to you a bit."
>"Sure, come on in!" the mare replies with a smile.
>"I’ll have Spike put on some water for tea. It’s about time for my break anyway."

Unfortunately, that's all I can do for tonight as I'm about to pass out right now.

>>28900395
Sleep tite, writefriend.

>>28900395
good stuff please keep it up

>>28900395

You definitely have my interest. I wonder if her friends are even aware of how she's living.

>>28899294
"I won't let you die, Healing Bump!"

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>>28901618
This for the fucking plebians in the audience is a reference to a voiceover quote by Kratos Aurion in Tales of Symphonia when he casts "healing wind".

>>28900404

I'm very slow at writing and I have so much stuff to do. I'd really wish someone else would help me carry this thread.

>>28900395
>"What about Pinkie Pie?" Twilight asks, a delicate teacup wrapped in the signature glow of her magical aura floating in the air before her.
"Well... you do know where she lives, right?"
>Twilight nods with her eyes closed.
>"I know. I figured it would be about this, Anon. And before we go into this subject, let me say that Pinkie is my friend. I will try and help you any way I can, but I will not betray her trust in the process."
"Fair enough", you state, taking a sip of your own tea as well.
>Letting the rich and soothing flavor bloom on your tongue, you mentally try out a few ways to word your sentences in a way best reflecting your concerns.
>After a few moments of silence, which the purple unicorn in the armchair across from you seems to devote to thoroughly enjoying her hot beverage, you ask your first question.
"How did she hollow that giant thing out anyway?"
>"She didn’t. At least I don’t think so. You can never be sure with that mare, but as far as I know, that tree has been like that for a very long time."
"Really?"
>Twilight nods, putting one of her hooves on her chin in thought.
>"I seem to recall reading a book on some local folklore a while back. I’m not totally positive, but I think there was some mention of an elaborate home in the trunk of a giant oak tree on the edge of the forest in there. Whoever carved it must have done so some time ago."
"And what, ponies just make their home there from time to time now whenever it’s convenient?"
>Your question carries a note of sarcasm, the notion of Pinkie’s rotting shelter being the stuff of local fairytales too much to believe.

>>28904999
>"Not really. Truth be told, I haven’t met anyone who even know it existed before Pinkie Pie found it; however that happened. It’s not exactly obvious and the door and window are carved out in a way that isn’t too visible if one’s not looking to find them."
"Hm", you exhale, prompting the mare to go on with a small gesture.
>"And even if ponies knew, I doubt they’d care very much. Despite the obvious craftsmanship involved, it’s not remarkable in any way. Remember, making your home in a tree isn’t that uncommon here. Think about my old place."
>Twilight’s smile falters a bit at the realization of what she just said, the pain of losing her home obviously not yet fully faded.
>Her gaze set to somewhere far away, you can see the mare’s consciousness drifting back to her former library, the sensations and images flooding back to her in a searing torrent threatening to spill over.
"Now that was a remarkable tree home, huh?" you comment while refilling your teacup, giving her a moment to try and find her way back out of the labyrinths of her memories on her own.
>A few seconds pass, and after blinking once, her brightly colored irises focus back on you and the world around her.
>"It sure was..." she heavily breathes.
>After letting your eyes wander around the room for a bit, you feel Twilight is ready to continue the conversation.
"So, assuming Pinkie just found out about it at some point through one of her ways, that still doesn’t explain why she lives there now. I know she can’t live at SCC anymore, and she told me she was a little uneasy going back home to the rock farm, but she’s got you guys right? Why didn’t you take her in?"
>"You don’t think we tried? Everyone pleaded with her to come stay with them. I mean look at how huge this place is."
>Twilight gestures to the rows upon rows of bookshelves stretching up to the high ceiling around the room you’re in with a wide motion.

>>28905126
>"She could have had her own room, her own floor for all I care. Applejack even offered to build her a new house somewhere around the orchard."
>Collecting herself again, the mare continues, albeit in a much quieter voice than before.
>"You know how stubborn Pinkie Pie can be. She didn’t want to come live with any of us, and all of Celestia’s royal army wouldn’t have been able to move her. She wants to stay in that abomination of a tree to act out her desire of self-punishment. There’s nothing we can do!"
>Twilight looks down, sadness now clearly written on her face.
>"At least that’s what we told ourselves. Maybe we’re bad friends after all..." she whispers.
>Having encountered the steely resolve of the pink mare yourself a few times, a part of you can’t fault Twilight for eventually giving in and letting her do as she pleased.
>There’s another part however, a deeper, darker part; a part that’s not able to yield to your sense of empathy and wants to call out Twilight and all of her friends on their abysmal display of disregard.
>Five mares collectively choosing the easy path to leave a friend behind in the black miasma of guilt and self-loathing like broken inventory.
"Maybe."
>You can see Twilight’s eyes shining with the wetness of unshed tears before she bites down the impulse and looks back up.
"But maybe there was no right way to solve the situation. I don’t know, but I do believe in the existence of no-win scenarios."
>You pause, letting the silence emphasize your words.
>"But this was not an unwinnable scenario?"
"I doubt we’ll ever find out, Twilight."
>"Can you fix it? Can you help her for us?"
"I honestly don’t know."
>Twilight nods, slowly getting up and out of the chair.
>Trotting the few steps over to you, she places a hoof on one of your hands, looking up to you with sparkling eyes.

>>28905387
>"Anon, I realize I have no right to ask this of you... Please bring her back to us, will you?"
"I’ll do my best. And for Pinkie’s sake, I hope it’s better than you guys’."
>"I can live with that", Twilight nods, the two of you sharing a moment of mutual silence before the mare speaks up again.
>"Now, I think it’s time for me to get back to work. Also I want to write a letter to Princess Celestia and Princess Luna and ask for any wisdom they may be able to share on this."
>You finish the last of your tea and stand up, letting Twilight gently levitate your cup back onto the table.
>"Any last questions?"
>You nod with a sigh, slowly beginning to walk towards the door leading to the corridor.
>There’s only one question left.
>The most important question of all.
>The blackened, tumor-infested backbone of the matter.
>The question you didn’t ask.
>The question you don’t want answered.
"What did she do?"
>Twilight slowly shakes her head, her mane gently moving with the motion.
>"Remember when I told you I can’t betray Pinkie’s trust. Not again. I couldn’t tell you."
"I understand."
>Twilight pauses for a moment before opening the door towards the hall.
>"That being said..."
>Stepping out, she lets you follow her as she slowly makes for the front door.
>"I don’t know what happened either. All I know is that Pinkie was supposed to watch over the children and something bad happened. She blames herself tremendously."
>After saying goodbye to Twilight and her little dragon assistant, who seemed to conveniently appear as soon as the two of you were done talking, you step back out into the brisk autumn air and slowly slouch the way home.
>You’re still not sure whether you should be angrier at Twilight and her friends for abandoning their friend, but you figure throwing around accusations would only help to worsen the already precarious situation.
>For now, you’ll just focus on trying to find a way to Pinkie.

>>28905398
>The reality of her crime is still a mystery to you, Twilight’s hint only serving to confirm what you already knew or inferred.
>The question remains unanswered.
>A part of you is glad for that.


I'm done for today again. As always, any and all comments are appreciated. Also I pasted the story so far: http://pastebin.com/tEzeGkWg

>>28905442
You're doing an awesome job, Anon sir. Pinkie would succumb to guilt in this way for doing something very bad, it fits her personality perfectly. You have my full attention.

And you know, if this thread goes under, you could post this story in a more mainstream thread and get an even bigger following of it. You deserve it.

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>>28905649
>tfw anon-senpai says your story is not bad

Migrating doesn't sound like a bad idea either, but the question is which thread. AiE seems kind of dead.

>>28905442

Nice work. Given Pinkie's personality, I find a story about getting her to forgive herself to be very interesting indeed.

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>>28904999
>I'm very slow at writing and I have so much stuff to do. I'd really wish someone else would help me carry this thread.
Welcome to being a writefag. Just wait until the procrastination sets in.
Aside from that, this story is excellent. Ponk's character is very fitting, and Anon seems to be actually intelligent and insightful about how to handle the situation with what little info he has. As for which thread to choose, that's up to you, but know I'll follow when the time comes.

>>28897706

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>>28907462

>>28908447
cute

>>28905398
>A few days have passed since the night you spent over at Pinkie’s, and for the first time in a while, the looming carcass of her new home pushes itself over the horizon and into your field of view again.
>Your mood immediately darkens upon seeing the tree again, which - according to Twilight - has been like this for quite a while now; a quiet and resolute reminder of when the town didn’t even stretch this close to the forebodingly black edge of the forest behind it.
>Each step brings you closer to the unnatural, out of place figure, filling you with dread and the sudden impulse to just turn around and go about your business elsewhere.
>But you’re also getting closer to your friend.
>Pinkie Pie, in an instance of her reality-defying optimism, had taken up quarters in the twisted thing, choosing this exact place to spread her joy from.
>You had chosen not to go and talk to any more of her friends as you doubt they could offer any additional insight to the story you already put together.
>For you, there’s only one possible course of action.
>The course towards your friend.
"Yo, Pinkie!" you yell at the trunk after coming within earshot.
"Are you there? It’s me, Anon."
>There’s no reply as you continue to walk closer to the tree.
"Pinkie?" you call out again.
>"Anon?"
>The carved-out plate of wood and bark serving as a door swings back, revealing the mare in question behind it, her bright and vibrant coat a stark contrast to the dull grays and browns of the surroundings.
>"What are you doing here? Oh my gosh, are you coming to visit me? That’s so exciting! No one ever comes to visit me anymore."
>Finally stopping in front of the mare, you gently nuzzle the fur of her cheek, prompting a happy smile.
>Her eyes look tired, the heavy bags below speaking of weeks filled with stressful days and restless nights.
>No matter how much she tries to show you otherwise, you can see the circumstance slowly draining her.

>>28910458
"What do you mean, no one visits you? What about your friends?" you ask after pulling your hand back from the softness of her coat.
>"The girls are all suuuuper busy", she smiles, drawing the word out in a long, emphatic syllable.
>"They try really hard, but with me living a little farther out of town, they simply don’t find time to come around that often. It’s no big deal; we still see each other regularly."
"When was the last time you did anything with any of them?"
>"Hmm..." Pinkie looks sideward thoughtfully.
>"A couple of weeks maybe? Guess it has been a little while, come to think of it."
>Weeks?
>They left her alone like this for weeks?
>Despite your resolution to not drag accusations into this, you can feel your fists tightening in a touch of anger.
>Maybe friendship is no longer magic when one of your friends is trying to grind herself down in a spiral of self-hate and frustration.
>Granted, you too missed her predicament until the mare herself reached out to you in what you still believe was a plea for help.
>You don’t know Pinkie all too well yourself, but you’d like to think of the two of you as friends.
>The date you went on, while not exactly a date in the romantic sense of the word, was a mutual effort to get to know each other better and show one another a bit of the worlds you live in.
>And the world she lives in is not something you can ignore, now that you know of it.
>You didn’t see it before and that’s your guilt to carry, but the other mares - all of them - chose to forget about it despite knowing the cold reality of the matter.
>"So what brings you here?" Pinkie asks with her head slanted, bringing you out of your thoughts with a slight startle.
"I was wondering if you’d like to do something together again."
>Your sudden offer surprises the mare who instinctively takes a step back towards her door.
>"What, like right now?"

>>28910500
"Yeah, why not? I was thinking we could go hang out at my place this time and see how it goes from there. Maybe get some food or play some games. Or we could just chill in front of the fireplace like we did back here last time."
>Pinkie looks back toward her tree.
>"I don’t know..."
"Come on. If you don’t like it or you have enough, I’ll just bring you back home. I’m just trying to repay the hospitality."
>"Can I... can I bring my crayons and coloring books? I don’t like leaving them alone for too long."
"Sure. Maybe you can show me some of your drawings."
>Pinkie nods, turning around and vanishing back inside the trunk.
"Just give me a minute to get my stuff then."

Small update for now.

>>28894382
She never actually explained what happened though?

>>28910502
Let's hope Pinkie can open up and face her inner demons with Anon to comfort her. She deserves a second chance.

>>28910502
>A few minutes later, you and Pinkie make your way back to your place, a pair of worn saddlebags thrown over the mare’s back.
"I’m starting to realize you’ve never actually seen my place, have you?"
>"Nope", Pinkie shakes her head.
>"Rainbow told me about it once though. She said it’s a nice place and that your couch is super comfortable."
"Well, she should know, she spent an entire afternoon napping on it. Sometimes I wonder how that mare can hold a steady job, what with her being as lazy as she is."
>"Don’t be mean", Pinkie replies.
>"Dashie works really hard as a weather pony. They have these crazy shifts and sometimes they have to work the nights too. If she seems tired, it’s just because she pushes herself too much."
>You look down at the mare trotting beside you, her blue eyes finding your own with a look you’re not entirely sure how to place.
>"It’s hard for her letting anyone down, so she’s been known to work herself too hard to come through for her friends. She fails to see her limits sometimes."
"I guess being the Element of Loyalty’s got its downsides, huh?"
>"I wouldn’t call it downsides, but it’s probably not as much smooth sailing as other ponies like to think."
>You nod thoughtfully, Pinkie’s ability to understand and show compassion for her friends once again amazing you.
>Like Rainbow’s Loyalty, her Element goes far above and beyond what its name and first impression would suggest, demanding copious amounts of empathy, regard and insight into the personalities and needs of other ponies.
>It’s not just about throwing parties for everyone, it’s about understanding their love, their pain, their struggles, and being there for them as the one fixed star in the ever-revolving flux of the sparkling sky of the night.
>Regardless of one’s own condition.
"What about Laughter?"
>"What about it?"
"Any downsides to the job?"
>"None that I’d know of", Pinkie brightly grins at you.

>>28887831
You're not real

>>28911300
"Well, here we are", you comment as you stop in front of the door to your house with Pinkie trailing behind you.
>Nothing fancy by any means, but it’s sturdy and provides all the necessary comforts of home.
>Comforts you can’t believe Pinkie is not missing in some ways at least.
>You’re not trying to play any deeper game right now, but you want to invite the mare into your home and hopefully be able to spoil her a little bit with things she can’t really get to right now.
>If she volunteers any more information about her story, you will gladly accept and listen to it, and if she asks for your help, you will give it to her.
>But you won’t pelt her with questions or advice unasked like - you’re pretty sure - she’s already been subjected to.
>"Wow, it’s pretty roomy!"
>You close the door behind Pinkie and gently usher her down the hallway and into the living room, stripping off your jacket and leaving it on a hanger in the process.
"Yeah, I got pretty lucky with it. You wouldn’t believe how cramped some of the pony housing can be for a human."
>"I can imagine", Pinkie giggles.
"Just put your bags down wherever and find somewhere to sit. I’ll go light the fireplace and then we’ll talk about food."
>Following your instructions, the mare sets down her saddlebag and carefully begins taking out her books and drawing utensils, neatly and lovingly placing piece by piece on your living room table.
>You’ve begun to realize how much of an emotional value these simple volumes filled with random scribbles and pictures hold to her.
>Like sacred tomes filled with ancient wisdoms, Pinkie aligns them with small nudges, occasionally opening up a page and carefully studying its contents.
>Out of everything she could have temporarily saved from the decaying air of the tree today, she chose these, tiredly smiling at the doodles and letters like the proud owner of a battlefield relic, admiring its beauty and at the same time knowing of the price it cost someone dear.

>>28911784
None of us are real. We're a broken fragment of a mind too tired to stay in one piece anymore. Please come back, Anon.

>>28911830
>You light the fire with a few scraps of old newspaper, letting its light replace the last rays of the afternoon sunshine falling through your windows.
>After putting on some nondescript background music on your record player, you walk back over and sit beside Pinkie, enjoying the soft tunes and melodies for a few minutes while watching the mare order her collection.
>"We made this one together, you know", she says, as she caressingly touches a crayon drawing of Twilight’s castle with her hoof.
>"I did the line work and they colored it."
>She passes the book to you and - careful not to accidentally bend some edges - you turn a few pages to find more and more imagery of Pinkie’s daily life as a caretaker, some of it drawn close to reality and some more abstract, with lengths stretched and bent and surreal coloring schemes warping into one another.
>Sugar Cube Corner under a starry sky.
>A pony sitting on a bench.
>Pinkie in the kitchen, wearing a chef’s hat bigger than her body.
>You’re not sure if that one’s the result of a child’s overactive imagination or just plain Pinkie-silliness - both seem plausible.
>You stop at the image of a suspiciously human-looking stick figure.
>"Yep, that’s you."
"Really?"
>"We saw you once on a trip to the market. They wouldn’t stop looking at you the entire time, and when we drew afterwards they only wanted to draw you. They’d never even seen a minotaur before."
"That’s funny. Certainly the first time someone’s willing to waste artistic talent on me", you grin as you give the coloring book back to Pinkie.
"So all of these are from your time with the kids?"

>>28912240
>"Yep. I always liked to draw and ended up keeping a diary of sorts with drawn impressions of my day. I’d take scenes and images that I felt were noteworthy and sketched them down in these books. They kind of picked up on it and we started working together for most of these."
>Pinkie closes the book and sets it back down on its place among the others.
"I’m back to continuing alone now though..."
>Not really sure how to respond, you opt to slightly scratch her fur again.
"I’m sorry."
>"Don’t be. It’s alright, I have no one else to blame but myself. Now..."
>Pinkie’s face subtly changes, memories and regret apparently replaced with another, baser instinct as her stomach quietly grumbles.
>"You said something about food?"
"Hmh", you nod, a little disappointed that the moment of deepening your bond has ended.
>Since your own hunger is starting to make itself known too though, you’re not entirely against the idea of picking up the subject again after you eat.
"I was thinking pizza? It’s Friday night after all."
>"What’s that got to do with anything?" Pinkie asks with a slightly confused smile.
"Friday night is pizza night at Joe’s. Half off and free extra cheese."
>"Sounds good to me then."


I'm not sure I'll get any more done today. Tomorrow is a regular workday again so we'll see what happens. I'll update the pastebin too.

We can bump if we want to, we can leave 404 behind.

This story is too good to let this thread die.

>>28913661

>>28914295

>>28912244
I'm sensing an emotional breakdown coming from Pinkie in the future. Let's hope her friends can get through to her.

>>28912244
Thank you so much for continuing this green, Anon, sir. Next Pinkie thread you should post what you have. They'll like it a lot, I'll bet. It deserves readership.

>>28912240
I love the deeper meaning of her coloring books. It's a great point of expansion for the next portion of the story. You're doing well.

Bump b4 bed

>>28913661
Agreed 100%

>>28912244
Work at your own pace breh

>>28915499

>>28883649
I'm not a massive faggot so I say yes.

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Bumpy

Hey guys, writefag here. I've had a fucking 12-hour day and am dead tired. Don't expect any green tonight, or maybe just a small one-post-bumper. I'm sorry.

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>>28918102
Rest well, writefriend.

>>28918102
You're a good man, take all the time you need good sir

>>28912244
>Not wanting to deal with the chance of a certain yellow-haired pegasus with a knack for arriving with your pizza upside down or inside out to be assigned as your delivery mare again, you opt to walk the short distance from your house to the pizza place.
>Pinkie is trotting beside you, the prospect of hot, delicious food lifting both your spirits.
>"So what toppings are we getting?"
"I’m not really sure yet. What do you like? We’ll probably buy two large pies."
>"Hmm..."
>Your friend gives the question some serious thought, the choice of what topping to order apparently very important to her.
>"What about mushrooms?"
"I could do mushrooms, yeah."
>"And onions?"
"Okay."
>"Can we get pineapple?"
>Looking down at her, you internally scowl at the thought of ruining your delicious pizza with the disgustingly sweet fruit.
>Despite your best efforts, Pinkie is apparently able to read your expression.
>"Okay, no pineapple. Peppers?"
"I can live with that."
>Stepping through the glass door of "Joe’s", the eponymous owner greets you heartily, a greasy apron wrapped around his beige-colored torso.
>"Anon! I was beginning to fear you’d miss pizza night! And with company this time, eh?"
"Hey Joe, this is my good friend Pinkie Pie."
>Pinkie greets the grinning pony, happily placing your order while you take the chance to catch a quick rest on one of Joe’s benches.
>"No problem. Give me a few, yeah?"
>"Sure."

>An hour later, and Pinkie and you are back at your home, mostly done with your pizzas.
>Following the meal, you had decided to stretch out in front of the fireplace a bit, letting some mellow music from your record player fill the silence.
>Watching the flames lick along the charred stones at the top of your fireplace, you can hear Pinkie softly humming along with the tune, the mare herself deeply absorbed in drawing the scene of the two of you eating large, brightly colored pizza pies onto a fresh page of her diary.

>>28918623
"Aren’t you stretching the truth a bit, Pinkie? No way they were that big."
>"You have to emphasize the important bits", she replies without looking up, dotting the circular shape with red and green highlights.
>"There’s no point in just drawing what you saw; you have to draw what you experienced."
>She stresses the word.
>"What you felt."
>Not sure you’re entirely clear on the concept of her impressionism, you take another look at the colorful page.
"So what did you feel when eating the pizza?"
>"It was huuuge" she thoughtfully nods.
>"And delicious."
>Fair enough.
>Seeing the mare coming to a finish, you sit up against the wall next to the chimney, the gentle warmth of the stones comfortingly radiating into your back.
"Hey Pinkie?"
>"Hm?"
"Would you like to take a bath? I mean I’m not implying anything, but I thought maybe you’d enjoy a nice, hot soak. It’s getting pretty cold these days."
>Pinkie looks at you, not sure whether accepting or refusing your offer would be the ruder choice.
>"I’d like that, yes", she timidly replies.
Alright, but that's it for today.

>>28918630
Oooh, a bath? That sounds like it could take an interesting turn. Maybe Anon has a big tub they could both get in...

totally not suggesting it's gotta be lewd or anything...

>>28918996
>wanting to take advantage of a friend who's one bad day away from breaking

Also thanks for all you guy's positive comments. I don't write that often so the feedback feels really nice. I know my style can be tiring and I'm trying to work on not getting lost in endless setups and descriptions of impressions. If you ever find yourself reading through the adventures of a certain raiven-haired, whiskey-loving, painkiller-abusing, witch-slaying chronomancer with a complex for dead eldritch girlfriends, you'll see a certain style I'd like to be able to adapt some time.

>>28919135
Well, for not writing a lot you seem to know how to do it pretty well. No worries.

bamp

>>28918630

Offer to scrub her back for her. That doesn't have to be lewd, but I bet she'd sure appreciate it.

>>28920159

>>28921260

>>28921817

>>28918623
>hating pineapple
We must fight writefag

>>28922853

Pineapple on pizza is for fucking degenerates.

>>28922859
Its way too sweet for pizza, you know? Just doesn't taste right.

>>28922853
>>28922859
>>28923273
Writefag here from work. Pineapple pizza is delicious. The juicy sweetness of the fruit does well to accentuate the spices of the sauce and the texture of the cheese. I just like writing Anon as anti-pineapple to draw out the plebs.

>>28923423

Pineapple is fucking awful, Pizza is THE savory food, soiling it with sweetness is a crime.

>>28923437
>not liking Hawaiian pizza
Commie detected

>>28923437
Sweet and savory is usually good, but I agree that it isn't on pizza.

People who put pineapple on their pizza are almost as bad as people who order their steak well-done.

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>not liking pineapple on pizza
is this a meme?
this has to be a meme.

>>28923876

No Anon

You were the meme all along.

Bump page 10

>>28923876
>filename

Kekekek

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Tfw anon didn't want pineapple on the pizza

Jesus, if I had known how one little quip about pineapple pizza would polarize the whole thread I'd have left it out.

In sadder news, I moved today. No internet for a few days and I'm drowning in boxes and unassembled furniture. I'll do what I can but It'll be slow for a bit.

Maybe now'd be a nice time for another writefag to show up. Should the thread die, look towards the pastebin and/or a current ponka thread.

>>28924809

>Jesus, if I had known how one little quip about pineapple pizza would polarize the whole thread I'd have left it out.

Hey, it's better than nothing but "Bump"

I'm also fairly certain that almost everyone who participated in that little round of shitflinging is being facetious.

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>>28918623
>>28922853
>>28922859
>>28923423

>>28925057
That pic is fucking hilarious, holy shit

>>28925842

That remind me from Banned From Equestria.

"I have a colt! Oh my god! I have son! Jesus! I have a son! OH MY GAWWWW I have a son!"

gotta bump

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Bump

This thread deserves more posters

>>28924809
Focus on the move m8, don't worry, we gotcha

Oh, and don't apologize about the pineapple thing, we're all just screwing around

>>28928302

>>28928793

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>>28923423
Oh. We're good then Anon.

If you was this guy >>28922859
Then we'd have a problem.

I hope you enjoy your new home anon

>>28929277
Dubs

>>28929277

Absolute proof that dubs are not an indicator of correctness.

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Bumpy bumpy

>>28929781
Tickle her belly

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>>28930044
Done.

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>>28899927
Damn… this is the realest thing I've seen on this board in a while

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>>28883649
>"We have to Pinkie, the date is over."
>"Come on, I need to get home, it's supposed to get really cold and rainy tonight."
>I need to get home
>I
Anon...have you ever been on a date?
>inb4 where do you think we are

>>28930193
It's highly exaggerated

>>28918630
>Turning off the knob for the hot water, you carefully dip your fingers into the freshly-drawn bath, testing the temperature for the pony standing beside you.
>While a bit uneasy at first, Pinkie had quickly warmed up to the idea of a relaxing soak in your tub, the long cold of the nights spent in the tree apparently not without their effect on her.
>You hope the radiating heat of the soapy water is for her body what your friendship and the hot food provided for her spirit.
>The bubbles created by the soaps and lotions you added to the water reflect the low light in the room, sparkling colorful as Pinkie slowly edges closer to the water, both her hooves on the rim of the bathtub.
"Temperature should be good", you tell her with an approving nod.
"Just hop in and enjoy."
>She hesitates, carefully surveying the steaming bath.
>"Just a second, Anon."
"What’s wrong?"
>"I’m checking my Pinkie sense", she explains while watching the unmoving water with worrisome concentration.
"Come again?"
>"My Pinkie sense. It tells me about certain things, you know?"
>Confused by the mare’s explanation, you shake your head chuckling.
"I don’t really understand, Pinkie, no."
>"Me neither", she replies with a smile, still focusing on the bath and whatever unseen sensation she’s talking about.
>"I just get these..."
>You can see her try out different phrasings in her mind, apparently not satisfied with quantifying the entirety of a complex, diffuse mechanism with a single expression.
>"...these tells sometimes", she finally settles, still not entirely satisfied with the taste of the word.
>"A specific combination of twitches, and they warn me of things that may happen."

>>28931136
>Even though divination powers should be on the high end of the magical spectrum - even in this world - you don’t exactly doubt Pinkie to be in possession of some form of hypersensitivity to the ancient mechanisms behind reality and being able to get a small glimpse beyond the linear arrow of time that everyone else seems to be taking for granted.
>You can’t place your finger on it, but it makes sense.
>Pinkie being more than the sum of her parts makes sense.
"So what tell are you having right now then?"
>"None so far, but I’d like to be sure on this one."
"Which is?"
>"Whether or not there’s an alligator in the bathtub."
>Thrown off for a moment, you quickly recover by checking with your hand again, pushing some bubbles aside to reassure yourself that there’s in fact nothing else in in the tub but soap and water.
>Satisfied with the absence of any and all reptiles in your bathroom, you look back to her.
"That can’t be happening even remotely frequent enough to warrant its own tell. Can it?"
>"You’d be surprised, Anon. It’s just Gummy most of the time, but it never hurts to be sure."
>Recalling Pinkie and her friends collectively walking their pets some time ago, you remember the image of a green and rather passive little animal at her side.
"Right."
>After a second of debating with yourself, you ask.
"Come to think of it, what happened to your crocodile anyway?"
>"Gummy’s an alligator, silly", Pinkie explains, and despite her smile, you’ve grown accustomed enough to the mare’s subtle clues to detect the hint of sadness playing in her eyes.
>"He’s with Twilight", she says with a sigh, "because I didn’t think my current living situation would be the best for him. He needs his space, you know."
>Pinkie finally puts her back leg on the rim of the tub and slowly glides into the water, a relaxed breath escaping her once only her head is sticking out.
"So I guess no alligators?"
>"No... That one hasn’t been used in quite some time."

>>28931140
>This time, you clearly pick up on the note of sorrow radiating from her words.
"I’m sure you’ll be able to use it again soon", you tell her while heading for the door, not wanting to intrude on her well-deserved moment of relaxation.
"I’ll leave you to it then, I guess. Just take as long as you need and I’ll be over in the other room."
>"Anon?"
"Hm?"
>"You can... I mean if you’d want to... you could stay."
>A bit surprised by Pinkie’s offer, you hesitate for a second.
"Would you want that?"
>The mare nods slightly, the motion casting small ripples across the surface of the shimmering water and distorting Pinkie’s dim reflection.
"Alright."
>You walk back to the tub, sliding down on the wall next to it and sit on the floor with your back leaning against the tiles.
>Pinkie dips lower into the tub, her wet mane and closed eyes now the only thing visible above the water.
>Both of you sit in silence for a while, enjoying the heat seeping into your bodies and taking away the stress of the past days.

Truth be told, I'm not entirely happy with the pacing on this one, but I wanted to at least show some life today. Thanks for bearing with me and I hope you still enjoy.

>>28931148
Wow, she's really comfortable with him, now. I hope she can continue opening up more to him and cherishing his company. She needs a friend, so badly. Poor girl. Not even her pet can stay with her, she's so isolated.

Whoaaa, bump

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>>28931148
The pacing seems good so far to me man and I'm loving every post, please keep it up

>>28931136
Anon's getting to know Pinkie pretty well, slowly but surely

I love Pinkie Pie, she's really cute.

Post cute ponka pls.

>>28931148
Thank you so much for continuing this m8, you're writing a pretty interesting story. As always, if this thread ever dies, please feel free to post it in the latest Pinkie Thread that comes up.

>>28931148
I actually have experience with a girl who was having problems and stayed with me for a while. I sat in the bathroom with her when she had a bath or shower to talk with her. It really helped her. Contributing.

>The faucet dripping was what finally broke the silence.
>How long had gone by?
>Probably only ten minutes or so, but the calm silence seemed to last an eternity.
>Then, an idea floated.
"Hey, Pinkie?"
>The water burbled, before she lifted her head up above the water to speak clearly.
>"Yeah?"
"I have an idea for something fun we could do tomorrow, if you're not busy."
>"Golly, you sure wanna spend lots of time with me!"
>She sounded more annoyed than she did playful, if that was her intent.
"Just offering. If you don't wanna hang, that's cool too. You've got your own life, after all."
>She turned her head around, the soaked curly mass of pink mane still somehow holding most of its shape.
>"Oh! I didn't mean it like that! I mean, I'd love it! It would be super duper fun!"
>At least she's brightening up a little.
"Sometimes I get homesick. And when I do, I like to just let it all out in a positive way."
>"But you are home, silly!"
>You turn your head to look her in the eye.
>She has a bright smile with those big blue pie plates gazing back at you.
>"You're home is right here!"
>A mild pang of your own losses creeps up the back of your throat from the pit of your stomach.
>Sure you probably could find a way back, but was it worth it?
>You supress the thoughts for now.
"I'll be sure to bring extra for you then."
>"Extra what?"
"Shhh, don't worry. It'll be no trouble."
>Your hand comes up to give her a pat on the head.
"Do you want me to help wash your mane?"
>Even with her pink coat her cheeks go more rosy.
>"That... That would be really nice..."
>Picking yourself off the floor, you pump a dollop of shampoo into your hand and get on your knees, working the substance through your hands.
>Your fingers slide against Pinkie's scalp.

>>28932971
>Pinkie lets out a soft sigh as your digits work the shampoo into a warm lather.
>It's surprisingly light and easy to tease your fingers through those curls.
>At first it seemed like they would merely tangle your fingers forever, but a bit of soft effort got them free.
>The tips of your fingers started to gently knead and massage her scalp, making little circles as her sighs of comfort became more akin to groans of relaxation, maybe even a hint of pleasure?
>It felt good to make her feel good, at the very least.
>Even in this somewhat intimate setting, the gesture was purely platonic and all the more special because of it.
>Friends helping friends.
>You started to quietly hum and sing subconsciously. https://youtu.be/BP_KKnsei-8
>"...A-Anon?"
>You snap out of your trance, having failed to notice Pinkie had been pressing herself back against your hands.
"Oh... Dip a few times to rinse, Pinkie."
>She offered a little chuckle before taking an overly exaggerated breath and slipping under to rinse the soap from her mane.
>When she came up for air, the fluffy curls had faded, leaving her with soft, straight mane hanging over her head.
>"You give really good head rubs."
"It's all about the fingers."

>>28933099
>"You give really good head rubs."

DAWWWW fucking adorable, totally something Ponka Ponk would say.

>>28933099
>There would be a scene returning the favor, but most Anons don't have hair.

>Instead there was a soft giggle from the pink horse as she settled back into the warm tub.
"You think you'll be okay for a while? I was gonna just heat up some leftovers."
>"...We just had pizza like, an hour ago!"
"Well unfortunately I have a hollow leg as dad used to say."
>Pinkie looks shocked.
>Her hoof reached out of the tub to knock on your thigh, a bit too hard.
"...OW. Quit it! It's a joke!"
>Her hoof shrunk back, an apologetic look on her face.
>"Sorry Anon."
>You rub the sore hoof marks on your leg and hobble over to the toilet to sit down.
"I got some frozen soups and stuff. I was gonna just toss them in the pot to thaw and warm up."
>"Soup always sounds yummy."
"My freezer is literally full of comfort food."
>"Why's that?"
"Home cooked meals made with love and care are the anchor of my sanity."
>You stare off into the distance as she stares at you with concern.
"Kidding. It just keeps long and it's a hearty meal."
>Pinkie breathes a sigh of relief.
>"Teasing like that is mean!"
"I seem to only find humor in shock laughs or otherwise macabre topics. Black and gallows humor. I can't explain it ."
>Pinkie rolls her eyes and slides back into the water.
>Your leg feeling a little better, now supports you as you hobble to the kitchen and toss a few frozen containers of potato leak soup into a sauce pan and set the heat to low.

>>28933225
Hng, Pinkie taking his metaphor literally. Very in character.

>>28932623
the cutest

>>28933099
>flat mane

Uh oh, Pinkie's about to go Pinkamena!

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This stuff is weapons-grade adorable. And you managed to do it all without being lewd. Keep it up

>>28913014
"404" is three syllables, Anon. It disrupts the flow. "Page 10" is two, while still remaining relevant.

>>28932971
>>28933099
>>28933225

>tfw you wake up and check the thread from work and a kind writefag did a nice job continuing your story but you kind of had other plans for the bath scene and now you don't know if continuing from his point or reiterating to your point would be ruder

It's a strange kind of feel.

>>28934476
do what you feel works best
I think a story with branching paths would be a neat idea

>>28934621
This. Maybe tripcode for one of you? Branching paths sounds odd, but in a really cool way. Not gonna lie.

>>28934466
>what is meter

>>28934476
Greetings fellow writefag. I did not mean to tread on toes.

I could continue for my idea, or offer up control again. I hope it wasn't a major disruption.

>sees we have two great writefags, now

Yuuuusssss

>>28934454
>And you managed to do it all without being lewd.
That feels like a rare thing on /mlp/. How often do we get write threads that are completely non lewd?
I don't really bother with the green generals or threads very much, so I wouldn't know.

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>>28933225

>>28935197
It's all good. If you and everyone else is fine with it, how about I continue from where I left off and you branch out your story from where you went. If you want to, that is. As a small, pretentious piece of advice, try to keep your tenses straight. You've kinda jumped a few times.

>>28931148
>Your mind wanders while your body slowly acclimatizes to the heat and humidity of the bathroom, the occasional ripple in the surface of the water caused by Pinkie’s slow breathing the only sound disturbing the silence.
>Watching the fog creep up the hard, polished surface of the mirror and leave streaks of wetness, you think about what you could possibly do to help your friend out of her depression.
>You’re sure of her condition by now, even though she’s trying her level best to display her usual, happy self to the outside world, making the rare, dark moments when the facade crumbles away all the more heartbreaking.
>Maybe it’s the shameful display of failed friendship by her peers, or maybe it’s the small bit of your past self you recognize in her, but you’ve firmly decided to do everything within your power to make the pony slowly losing herself in the monochrome background of solitude and reclusion feel like she’s not alone against the torrent of the world again.
>You’re still not sure how to go about your resolution though.
>Will she accept your help?
>Will she be able to forgive herself?
>It hurts to see your friend destroy herself like this.
>You’re drawn from your thoughts by the sound of splashing water as Pinkie starts sitting up in the middle of the bathtub, the oversized piece of steel and ceramic big enough for her to move around in with relative ease.
>Sitting on her hind legs, her upper body rises out of the water as she slowly starts reaching towards the creams and lotions stacked along the wall with a questioning look.
>"May I?"
"Sure, go ahead."

>>28936302
>Working the shampoo bottle, Pinkie begins washing her mane, the long, wet streaks of hair catching the low light of the room and shining in a bright pink.
>You watch her slow movements, surprised by the amount of care, grace and dexterity that goes into her routine as she slowly straightens out the curls and works away the tangles.
>"Thanks for doing this, Anon", she breaks the silence, continuing her work and hiding her face in a maze of mane and shampoo.
>"I mean for everything. I know how much it can take to be there for your friends..."
>She lets her words hang in the air.
"I want to help you", you reply, feeling how now might be a good time to dare venture a little further into the abyss of her memories.
"But for me to do that, you have to tell me a little more about what happened."
>Pinkie rinses soap out of her hair, her mane now a smooth and slick curtain of brightly colored silk.
>Her eyes find yours; two sparkling sapphires in a sea of rose-colored fur, and you can clearly see the fear inside them.
"Please, Pinkie, you have to trust me. If you never open up to anybody, you’ll never be able to find it in you to forgive yourself."
>After taking a deep, shuddering breath, Pinkie slowly exhales, nodding her head yes in the process.
>"Alright, Anon. If you want to hear it, I will tell you my story", she says, her voice quiet but emphasized.
>"You’re my friend and you’ve earned the right to judge for yourself. You just have to promise me one thing."
>She looks to you with pleading eyes, unable to stop her voice from shivering.
>"Please don’t leave me. You can hate me all you want; you can tell the whole world what a terrible disgrace I am, I don’t even care if you never want to talk to me again. Just promise me I won’t stop seeing you. I don’t think I can take another friend vanishing."

>>28936304
>You nod, carefully cupping her cheek with one of your hands, feeling the hot tears running down her slick fur and mixing in with the water below.
"I promise."
>And it is here, in the slowly cooling bath, that Pinkie tells you her story.

And it is also here, at the most dramatic moment possible, that I must leave you for today. Tune in for the next time, in which we travel to the past to learn of the blackened core of Pinkie's reality.

>>28936316
>"Anon..."
>"I showed them tumblr."

>And with that, you held Pinkie's head under the water until the bubbles stopped.

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>>28936316

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>>28936316
>cliffhanger
why must you hurt us this way Anon?

>>28936316
Looking forward to it, Anon

>>28936348
Christ that made me laugh

gotta bump gotta bump gotta bump right now

>>28936304
>"I don't think I can take another friend vanishing."

That hit me in the heart. This pony is damaged, and she knows it.

keep it bumped peeples

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Bumping hard. Don't let good stories die.

>>28939057
Goddamit, this is happy gift day?

Good story bump

>>28940817
It's a gift from heavens above.

>>28940865
Pink would be the best adventure companion. Happy go lucky, tons of energy, a real morale booster. And plus, she's super cute.

>>28941192
And snuggly.

>>28936283
Fukkin saved

Page 8 guys, getting kinda bleak

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>>28942172
Sending backup

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Let's summon the writefag

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Pinkie was one of the main reasons I love the show and what convinced me to give the next few episodes of season 1 a chance when I first watched the premiere
how can she be so great?
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wrPte1uijDw

>>28942320
Her hopping when they charged the manticore killed me

Is the other write friend still here? wondering if he'll maybe continue his own branch of the story

>>28943424
Hope he didn't get scared away, they're both really good

>>28942198
Trips for writefag

>>28944137
Well that fucking failed

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>>28944137
Good job, now he wont ever come back unless i get doubles, lets hope he s at least not dead forever

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>>28944137
>>28944174
Are you guys for real? Goddamit anons

>>28944174
>>28944137
FOOLS

Lots of posters, so many dead bumps

Sadness :(

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>>28944137
>>28944174
Writefag is dead and we killed him.

This thread has me checking in like iOS 10 users check the jailbreak status, keep it up!

Writefag here. I'm not dead yet but I got drunk last night with friends. Got some shit to do today but I plan on writing later today. Don't lose hope and sorry for the downtime.

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Safety bump, I'm off to work for 12 hours keep'er alive friends.

>>28945882
No sweat writefag, write at your own pace. Hope you had a hell of a night last night.

>>28946014
Look at that happy poner

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>>28946365
She s so happy i cant even

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>>28946421
Totally

>>28946439
Prancy prancy pony

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>>28946077

>>28935805
Not often. It's refreshing.

Tried reading a lewd Pinkie Pie green today and I find it difficult as this green haunts me, not in a bad way. I keep applying the context of this green to her as a character in all greens. If your green can overshadow my sexual fantasy of her with concern and caring you, my writing friend(s), have succeeded at what not many others can claim to have done. Keep it up both of you!

>>28940817
God.

Word of advice: never move into a new place without a kitchen. Kitchen-shopping is literal hell.

>>28947452
That's quite high praise. I'm humbled, Anon. I don't really consider myself a great writer and English is not my first language so it's kind of hard sometimes.

>>28946249
>Hope you had a hell of a night last night.
Things tend do be fun when your friend is so drunk he starts wearing his girlfriend's skirt and underwear.

>You are Pinkie Pie and you’re picking up groceries for your day with Pound and Pumpkin, the excited, bustling chatter of the Ponyville market enveloping you as you slowly move from stand to stand and work your way through your mental checklist of things to buy.
>"That’ll be eight bits", the green-coated mare behind the wooden booth tells you while you pick up and sort four large oranges into your saddlebag.
"Okie dokie", you happily agree, counting the amount of golden coins into her hoof.
"I hope these will be just as good as the ones I bought last week! Those were suuuuper delicious."
>"Well I do think you’ll find them satisfactory, Miss Pie", the mare smiles back at you; "they’ve arrived just this morning from Saddle Arabia. If you’d like to, I’d be happy to recommend coming back for our bi-monthly shipment of pears from Mustangia tomorrow. They’re to die for."
"Oooh, that sounds yummy! I’ll be sure to check in tomorrow then."
>"I’ll be looking forward to it, Miss Pie. And as always, thank you for your business."
>You wave the pony goodbye as you join back into the viscous stream of traders and customers moving slowly along the market square, making for your next, very special destination.
"Hiya!" you exclaim, slightly startling the sturdy pony resting on his chair behind the small market stand, the corners of his lips rising up into a smile upon recognizing you.
>"Pinkie Pie!" the owner greets you, excitedly stepping around the booth to do business with you.

>>28947591
>they're to die for
>die

Uh oh.

>>28947591
>"I knew you’d be back around any day now! You can never stay away for too long, can you?"
"What can I say?" you guiltily grin.
"Your candy is the best."
>"That it is."
>The merchant nods sagely while assembling the various pots and cups filled to the brim with sugary deliciousness.
>Candies, jelly beans, sour drops and bars of differently-colored chocolates are sorted before your eyes, the mere sight of the overwhelmingly colorful wrappers and ribbons making your mouth water.
>As if reading your mind, your favorite vendor quickly unwraps two yummy-looking red treats, offering one to you with an outstretched hoof while sneaking the second into his own mouth.
>"Try this one", he tells you while chewing on his piece of candy.
>"I just added them to the inventory last week and they’re selling like crazy. I saved some for you, if you want them."
>Happily munching on the flavorful piece of cherry goodness and letting its taste and sweetness bloom on your tongue, you can’t help the small, satisfied moan escaping your lips.
"Hmmm..."
>Smiling at your display of pleasure, the pony silently takes out a few more of the candies from below his stand, putting most of them into a paper bag and the rest directly into your hoof.
>"On the house, for my favorite customer", he winks.
>While going through more bonbons and goodies with the storeowner, you think about what would be a good treat for Pound and Pumpkin, the two foals typically rather picky when it comes to sugary surprises.
>Mr. and Mrs. Cake have told you not to spoil them so much by bringing sweets with you almost every time you watched over them, but you just can’t help yourself.
>Something about those children just makes you want to make them happy.
>You’re aware that this is true for most of your relationships with other ponies, but somehow your desire of wanting to see them smile is even stronger for the twins.

>>28947888
Nice trips

So, Cake Twins are... allergic to the candies? Maybe?

>>28947888
>Maybe it has something to do with how they helped you grow into a better mare by teaching you about responsibility, but then again, it might simply be because they’re just that adorable.
>You’re already smiling with anticipation, picking out two small blocks of chocolate for the foals and a third one for yourself.
>Today will be great.
>"Ten bits", the vendor states while wrapping up your bigger-than-usual paper bag, offering it to you with a smile and a few more pieces of candy.
>"Friendship prices."
"You’re the best. I hope your business will begin to pick up again soon."
>After paying what you owe plus a few bits extra and giving your favorite storeowner a hug he readily returns, you head towards the last stop on your route, a very specific goal in mind.
>A small gift for the twins.
>Again, the Cakes have told you not to overdo it with the presents, but you simply don’t feel right without at least something to hand to your two brightest stars.
>Also you didn’t get them anything the last time you spent the day with them, so you should be good on that front.
>Your steps take you away from the busy drive of the marketplace and down into the alleys and side streets of Ponyville, the amount of ponies crossing your way steadily decreasing as you move farther away from its center.
>You like these ventures into the outskirts of town, enjoying the possibility to stumble across new things to discover and new ponies to meet.
>You keep finding interesting locations, like the strange, seemingly forgotten water fountain in the lower parts of the city gardens the other day, a large statue of an armor-clad alicorn with its features long since withered away rising up in the middle of its display.
>You sat at the foot of the large marble image of the deity for hours, wondering if it had been erected to resemble a glorious protector or a fiendish aggressor.
>You couldn’t tell.

>>28948136
>Stepping around a corner into a small alleyway, you spot the tacky metal sign above the door of a small shop, informing you of having found your destination.
>You push the door open, letting the sights and impressions wash over you as the tiny brass bell above politely chimes to inform the owner of your entrance.
>Before you, the various crooked shelves and dusty cupboards of the thrift shop you discovered recently stretch into the dimly-lit room, seemingly trying to escape from the intruding light slanting through the murky windows and fleeing deeper into the bowels of the house.
>You step inside, letting the door fall closed behind you with a muffled thud and move along the cramped aisles.
"Hello?" you ask into the quiet, feeling strangely intruding despite the neon-colored "open" sign in the window next to the door.
>Images of ancient tombs go through your head, their entrances buried deep below the sea and their secrets long forgotten, the reality of the world slowly lost to the spirits residing within over the millennia.
>You shake your head to clear away the strange thoughts, carefully pushing on along the high rows of shelves stacked with a myriad of trinkets and little odds and ends.
"Anypony home?" you ask again.
>Again you’re greeted with nothing but more silence.
>Despite the eerie feel to it, you’ve come to like this particular store for its variety of strangely alluring merchandise and the sense of discovery you got every time you found something nice to buy here.
>Reaching the counter at the back of the shop, you spot the face of the owner smiling back at you, a shiny metal spoon and a polishing cloth in his hooves.
>"Welcome!" he warmly greets you.

That's all for now.

>>28948213
Also I bothered updating the pastebin for anyone interested.

http://pastebin.com/tEzeGkWg

>>28948446
Muchos gracias senor

>>28948213
Oooh, THIS shop. At least, I think? Either way, this is getting good. Thanks so much for updating, Anon!

>>28948136
Very ominous feeling so far. I'm liking the air of mystery you have over the writing, you've set the tone well.

>>28948136
The details you put into this have been rich in imagery, and it's very good. From both of you.

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>>28946077
We'll keep this thread bumped 'till hell freezes over, and then some.

Don't die, little thread

The green is too damn good

bedtime bumperoo

>>28950560
That's an evil looking ponk

>>28948213
Amazing work so far, I'm really enoying the detail and wordplay you're using

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Ponk doing everyday stuff is the cutest.

>>28951711
Thats because she manages to do the mundane with a level of unabashed joy that we only attain a few times in our adult lives.

>>28948213
>The shop the Alicorn amulet came from
Oh sweet lord Pinkie Pie what did you buy!

>>28944137
>>28944174
And then there's THESE assholes...

>>28948213
"Hi!" you return the greeting, stepping closer to the table as the storekeeper with the dull, off-white coat sorts away his cleaning utensils.
>"Hello. What can I do for you today?" he smiles.
>"Perhaps you’re looking for a set of rare silverware from the far reaches of Yakyakistan? Surely you could do with a bit of a northern touch in your dining room, no?"
>The owner gestures towards the opened box next to him, the various pieces of filigree metal cutlery within twinkling in the low light of the shop.
"Thanks, but maybe next time" you giggle, "I’m looking for a gift actually."
>"Oh, a gift?" the pony behind the counter ponders while placing a hoof on his chin in thought.
>"That makes things more complicated then, yes. May I ask of the occasion and the recipient?"
"It’s for two super-duper adorable foals I know. They’re just the greatest little ponies and I want to make them smile with a small present. Their parents have told me not to overdo it though, so nothing too major please."
>The owner nods slowly.
>"A token of appreciation, yes?"
"Yep! And it has to be extra extra special because I extra extra appreciate them."
>Rummaging around in your saddlebag, you produce one of the cherry-flavored sweets you bought earlier, their otherworldly goodness simply too much to not try and share them with as many ponies as you can.
"Do you want a piece of candy?" you ask while offering the small pearl of crystallized sugar.
>"Thank you very much, but I’m afraid I must decline. I don’t go in for sweets much. You go ahead and enjoy it in my stead, yes?"
"Okie dokie!" you happily exclaim, popping the treat into your mouth.
>"Wait here for a moment please; I think I may have just the thing."
>The pony steps around the counter and vanishes into the murky twilight of the shop.

>>28952525
>Curiously stretching around the aisle he went behind, you hope to catch a glimpse of the shopkeeper working through his inventory, but are greeted with nothing but the empty space between the shelves.
>The sounds of your steps are muffled by the thick coat of dust on the floor as you carefully venture farther into the maze, letting your sight wander over the racks stretching up to the ceiling and holding various books, appliances and things you don’t recognize the use of.
>The strange sense of wonder that keeps bringing you back to this shop fills you up again, and you do your best not to succumb to the desire of touching the more delicate-looking pieces of inventory.
>Maybe you should bring Twilight back here one of these days, the mare surely to be appreciative of the many flasks and phials you can only vaguely place as magical utensils.
>Rarity could probably make sense of the various twinkling gemstones seemingly scattered around the place at random, their colors and cuts just barely escaping your knowledge of precious stones.
>"Miss?"
>The smiling head of the shopkeeper appears around the corner of the next shelf, bringing you back from your thoughts and making you realize how far you’ve wandered into the innards of the dusty store.
>"If you’d like to follow me, I think I’ve found what you’re looking for."
>You make to trot along his form and let him lead you around the bends and twists of the store, its layout - you could swear - subtly changing every time you dare look the other way.
>You nearly run into the stallion as he abruptly halts in front of a small cupboard, a carefully-arranged display of trinkets and jewelry placed below a glass box on top of it.
"Ohh."
>He quickly removes the protective case and selects two small necklaces from the arrangement.
>"How about this?" he asks with a satisfied tone while putting the delicate works of metal into your hoof, the silvery chain links sparkling when you turn them against the light.

>>28952528
>The chain is short, too short to fit around the neck of any grown pony, but it might just be the ideal size for a foal to wear.
>A tiny pendant sits in the middle of each necklace, depicting what you can only assume is a small portrayal of the sun and moon side by side on a shiny teardrop of metal.
"They’re beautiful."
>"Aren’t they?" the merchant smiles, seemingly happy with your approval.
>"I’ve had them for a while now, but the occasion never arose. They’re supposed to be good luck charms for small foals and..."
>He chuckles to himself.
>"... I don’t know, I guess I’ve never had somepony come looking to buy a gift for the little ones before. May I?"
>You hand the pieces of jewelry back to him, watching closely as he lays them out on a piece of silk from his pocket and holds them against a lone ray of sunshine that found its way into the story from a high corner.
>The light plays off the metal, twinkling and glittering in different refracted colors depending on the angle it hits the polished surface.
>"Apparently the necklace is supposed to help unicorns develop their magical power, if you believe such things. But they’re quite nice to look at either way, no?"
"They really are", you reply with a slight frown, remembering the Cakes’ directive concerning big gifts and the state of your sack of bits, the leather pouch just beginning to cross over onto the wrong side of empty.
>You can’t afford this.
>With a sigh, you gesture the storeowner to put the trinkets back into their place, the stallion inquiring with a confused expression.
>"They’re not to your liking? I apologize, but I thought them to be quite the perfect match for your intention, no?"
"They are, but I don’t think I can take them. My wallet’s getting a little light, you know."
>"Well if that’s all, I’m sure we can find a way to help you out", he says warmly, dropping the necklaces into a small pouch of black satin.

>>28952534
>"These have been sitting here for so long, you’d be doing me a favor taking them off my hands. Plus I can feel something about you. I believe you’re meant to have them. I don’t know, maybe it’s a touch of..."
>The shopkeeper bends forward, letting the shadows play on his face as he hands you the pouch.
>"...fate?"
>You smile, amused by the stallion’s silly antics and the generosity he’s showing you, two qualities you’re sure are handy for a thrift store owner.
>"How does seven bits sound? You’re buying lucky charms after all."

Pausing for now.

>>28952538
I see where this is goin' and I don't like it!

>>28952538
He seems just a little too eager. And if these are anything like the alicorn amulet, Pinkie and the Twins are in trouble, serious trouble.

Grrrreat update. This is my new favorite active green.

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>>28952538
I don't know why but I'm getting super scared right now hold me

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>>28952648
Same

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>>28952666
When even satan is scared we know we should fear the worst

>>28952538
I'm afraid of what will happen to the twins.

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Real talk for a second to alleviate the tension?

Pinkie Pie is not my favorite pony. But I have a real appreciation for her character. Not "character" as in her role in the show, but "character" as in the kind of pony she is. Yeah, she's for the most part a comedy relief ditz, but despite that, she genuinely cares about all the ponies around her.

And it's clear that Pinkie understands the power of positivity as well, trying her absolute hardest to make everypony happy and all she ever wants in return is a smile. I can relate a lot to this, I personally love when I can make someone else happy, because it makes me happy, too.

So she might not be my favorite, or even best pony overall, but I genuinely respect who Pinkie Pie is. One of the most admirable traits one can have is a sense of selflessness, which Pinkie exemplifies well.

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>>28953245
Give this man a pony.
He's a good anon.

>>28952538
>You step back out into the alley, the door to the dusty shop with the tacky sign closing behind you, the unfamiliar, bright light of the morning sun forcing you to shield your eyes with your hoof.
>Looking towards the looming clock tower rising above the roofs of the town in the distance, you make it to be nearly 10am, and having finished most of your chores for the morning, you start trotting towards Sugar Cube Corner, where you’re supposed to take over Pound and Pumpkin in about half an hour.
>All your groceries are safely stored in your saddlebags, along with the strangely alluring bag of silk holding the gifts for your two favorite foals in the whole world.
>You wonder if the metal tears hold any real value, apparently having sat in the dark and quiet for some time.
>You hope you didn’t make the shopkeeper lose too much money with your grossly underpriced buy, but then again, he wouldn’t have sold them to you if he couldn’t afford it, right?
>You’ll have to make sure to go back next time with something else than candy as a token of you thanks and gratitude.
>Maybe the necklaces are worthless after all; cheap, mass-produced trinkets to buy for your foals on the trip to Manehatten so they’ll stop complaining and have a nice, shiny new piece of jewelry to focus their attention on.
>You don’t believe that to be true though, and even if you did, it really doesn’t matter.
>After all, the effectivity of any good luck charm is not set by its price, but rather the amount of believe put forth into its divine mechanisms and the story to go along with them.
>And you simply choose to believe.
>Your legs keep carrying you back, closer and closer towards the busy center of Ponyville without you really thinking about the way.
>And before you know, you stand before the familiar building with the high roof and the invitingly sweet scent being carried out and blown away by the wind.
>You step in, being greeted by the familiar sights, sounds and smells.

>>28954033
>"Ah, Pinkie Pie! You’re just in time, the Missus and I were just about ready to leave", Mr. Cake greets you busily, a pair of saddlebags loosely swung over his back.
"Alrighty then. I hope you’ll have fun at the baking convention."
>"Honey, Pinkie is here", he shouts into the back, not really at leisure to afford the time for chitchat.
>"Wonderful", comes the reply from somewhere inside, quickly followed by the mare of the house stepping out into the main room.
>"Thanks so much for taking care of the kids again, Pinkie, but we really need to hurry. They’re upstairs napping and they’re so excited to spend the day with you."
>You grin, handing Mrs. Cake her bags by the door and happily waving the pair goodbye once they’re out the door.
>You think back to the first time you babysat and their justified precaution of your skills back then.
>Now, they’re completely at ease entrusting their most precious gifts to you, without even a shred of doubt in your ability to handle the kids and the responsibility that comes with them.
>You’re quietly humbled.

Small update, but that's it for today, unfortunately. I might not be able to make the time tomorrow either. Sit tight, if everything goes as it should be, we're slowly but surely turning towards the end.

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>>28954041
oh no

Those necklaces were cursed as fuck. Anon should track down mystery shop pony and beat the shit out of him

>>28954041
I appreciate this anon, I really do, you didn't have to take the time out of your week to write this for people you don't even know. Thank you, and you are doing a superb job.

>>28954041
It continues! It's really suspicious how cheaply he sold those necklaces, almost like he was trying to pawn off stolen goods or something. Or maybe he was genuinely ignorant? Either way, I'm on the edge of my seat. This is a good ass green.

Gotta bump

So who else is just skipping the conflict altogether and just waiting for the part where the harm is just done and we get back to the moving on?
Don't know who's actually interested but from skimming I'm not getting anything new that hasn't been done to death.

>>28955551
Not me m8

>>28955551
kinda, yeah

>>28955551
I think it adds tone and atmosphere, personally. I like it, but that's me.

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>>28955551
>Off by 4
Actually even if ya had gotten quints wouldnt change the weight of your opinion on me

Go on with the backstory writefag

>>28955993
Agree with this Anon

>>28954041
Whatever happened, it must have been really bad. God, I hope the Cake Twins will be ok.

bedtime bump

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>>28957081
Have a cute twili

DON'T YOU DIE ON ME

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>>28953245
Alright then smarty pants, who IS best pony?

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>>28958702
This one

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>>28958775
good taste pham, best of the mane 6 but not best pony

>>28958775
Rainbow is probably a secret snuggle fiend who absolutely loves being squeezed and held tightly.

>>28959547
top muh

>>28958775
>tender, delicate hooves

Perfect for merciless hoof tickling.

>>28954041
I for one appreciate the effort made to create the setting. Thanks for taking that time to do that, Anon. It will set the tone for the future lack of friendliness shown to Pinkie later on, after the incident, and show a sharp contrast between the happy and the sad times for her.

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>>28958702

This lil cinnamon roll, of course

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>>28958702
Silly, there's no such thing as best pony, the only way to find the best pony is to give up the chase after the first place and appreciate all the things that make your favourite pony the special thing they are.

>>28960974
Aww, so true.

That's why Rainbow Dashie is my favorite, with Pinkie a close second. Dashie is a loyal lady with a strong heart and a sense of selflessness when it counts the most. Even though she can be really dickish sometimes, I think she's great.

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>>28961425
Rainbow Dash is literally female Sonic the Hedgehog.

>Fast
>Blue
>Impatient
>Doesn't like sitting still
>Competitive
>Loyal to her friends
>A sense of justice and doing the right thing
>Has a high regard of herself

The only difference is RD hasn't been in as many bad video games.

>>28962646
That's actually a really good argument.

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>>28962646
Sanic isn't a cuddly adorable horsefly tho

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>>28963499
Tru

I actually really like Sonic. The only games I'd consider really bad are Shadow the Hedgehog, '06, Rise of Lyric and Chronicles on the DS. The rest range from OK to really great, in my opinion.