Pinkie Pie on Earth by Veradux

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Pinkie Pie on Earth Veradux 01/22/14(Wed)04:16 UTC-5 No.15832388

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    >>15831932 #

 

    > Be Anon

    > Be browsing /mlp/, at 4 in the morning.

    > What kind of bullshit is going on now?

    > New Equestria Girls movie bullshit, Satyr thread, wasn't there a Raricow thread somewhere?

    > Damn Scruffy, taking the fun out of being a horse fucker.

    > There's a new thread that 's pretty popular though.

    > You have 2 options.

    > Reading through the thread, it's obvious that while option 1 would be the morally 'correct' option.

    > Option 2 would be the more 'fun' one.

    > As you flick through the thread you are aware of something watching you.

    > Standing in the corner of your darkened bedroom is a figure. Based on the height, it's a male, wearing a trench coat, and a fedora angled downward to hide his face from your view.

    "So Anon, you honestly think you could in good conscious rip a mare from her friends just to satisfy yourself?"

    > You stand up reaching over for something heavy to smack into this intruder before he holds his hands up.

    "Easy there...just put the bat down. I'm OP, and I'm here to give you what you want."

    > He pulls an oddly lumpy looking bag from the depths of his trench coat.

    "That's right, he's your damn horse. Remember the rules. Anyone sees your little friend, and poof, she's gone."

    > The man vanishes just as quickly as he appears leaving the bag on the floor.

    > Well shit, here's hoping you didn't piss off the mafia, and there's a horse head inside the bag.

 

>>15832388 #

 

> At least there's no blood dripping out of the bottom of the bag.

> No angry mafiosoes just quite yet, at least.

> You get up, and make your way over to the bag, watching it for any sudden movements.

> Nope. Whatever is in the bag isn't moving much.

> Time to bear it, and open up the bag.

> As you approach, the strong scent of...cotton candy hits your nose.

> Oh hell....it can't be.

> Your fingers fumble for a little while on the horribly knotted string at the top of the bag.

> Who the hell can't tie a simple knot? Jesus.

> The knot takes several minutes to untie, and you tug back the opening of the bag before looking inside.

> Even in the dim glow of your computer screen, you can see the pink colored mane, and tail wrapped protectively around Pinkie.

> She has a nasty looking lump on her head, but other than that, she seems just fine.

> Her chest is rising, and falling, so she's breathing just fine.

> Welp, seems like you have your own Pinkie Pie.

> What do you do?

 

 

I have a lost Pie. (I suck at titles) Anonymous 01/22/14(Wed)22:38 UTC-5 No.15845721

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    >>15837730 #

    >>15836096 #

 

 

    (Damn work.)

 

    > You pick up the pink pony, realizing she's quite a bit lighter then she appears to. Maybe a hundred or so pounds.

    > As you pick her up, she lets out a tiny sigh and nuzzles into the sudden source of warmth.

    > She is actually rather chilly, then again with the temp outside being a balmy twenty degrees, and the wind chill pushing it down into the single digits it's no surprise.

    > That bag sure isn't a parka, by any stretch of the mind.

    > You carry her into the living room, taking care to set her down on the couch cushions.

    > Now then how on earth to wake her up?

    > She doesn't seem to be hurt, aside from the lump.

    > She's still at a healthy weight, and her mane and tail look as curly and bouncy as it does on the show.

    > With no other ideas, you put your hand on her cheek and softly pat it.

    "Pinkie Pie. Come on wake up."

    > You repeat this several times, increasing the power of the pats, until you feel her stirring.

    > She stretches out her legs, and you watch as somehow her mane actually stretches out just like the rest of her.

    > She is Pinkie afterall, guess the same rules don't apply to her.

    > You remember that one scene from the Bats episode, how she holds the flashlight in her mane.

    > "Wha....who who are you? Where are my friends? Where are the cakes!?"

    > Pinkie sluggishly gets onto her hooves, wobbling about as she looks up at you.

    "Easy there...I'm a friend."

    > Pinkie's eyes glitter with a inner light.

    > "But you don't look like anyone I know, and I know a lot of ponies! I even know a gryphon, and a donkey, and a dragon, and I even saw a hydra once! The hydra isn't my friend, even thought I went back and tried to...."

    > Pinkie goes off on a tirade about her friends, and you sit there, and listen to her little speech.

    > It's nice to at least Pinkie is still herself, but how is she going to react to finding out she's so far away from her friends?

    > Do you tell her she can't see her friends now, or later?

 

 

Veradux 01/22/14(Wed)23:17 UTC-5 No.15846522

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    >>15845938 #

    I'd rather not just make a copy of applefag's story.

 

    >>15845782 #

 

    > You decide to ease her into the situation a little bit later.

    > This is Pinkie after all, you are sure just dangling some keys in front of her, or throwing confetti will cheer her back up.

    "Well think of it this way Pinkie, you can be the first of your friends to say you ever met a human before."

    > Pinkie seems cheered up by this, at least enough to look back up at you.

    > "That is true...say I don't know your name. I can't be friends with someone who's name I don't know!"

    "It's Anon."

    > "Anon....that's a silly name, but still I should have a party for us! It's not every day we get to make a new friend!"

    > Pinkie jumps down from the couch, and zips away, leaving nothing behind but some pieces of confetti.

    > "Where is all of your party stuff, Anon? We can't have a party without streamers, and balloons, and cake!"

    > Shit...the last party you actually had was a few months ago for some of your old college buddies.

    > Lots of booze, pizza and drunken bets.

    > A fun party, but not the kind Pinkie would ever throw.

    > Maybe you should head out with Pinkie in tow? You do have an old duffel bag you could store her in.

    > It would be a good chance to pick up anything she would need/want.

    > Should you go shopping, or stay here?

 

 

Veradux 01/22/14(Wed)23:51 UTC-5 No.15847247

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    >>15846666 #

    >>15846635 #

    >>15846561 #

 

    > Right, Pinkie and the outdoors at least early was a bad idea. No telling how she would react to others, or what exactly would happen if she was to be seen.

    > Would she just vanish? Would you completely forget about her? Would she explode in a puff of cotton candy?

    > Better not risk it, at least not until you can tell her the risk of being discovered.

    > Still what do you do with a hyper active mare, while you need to go take care of a few things?

    > Video games.

    > You had a few games you pout in when your friends come over, that are more tiny pink pony friendly.

    " Here...just stay here, and play this."

    > You put the controller in front of Pinkie, and turn on the TV watching as her eyes took in the sudden source of noise and sound. You pop in Mario Cart, and look over at Pinkie, still entranced by the wondrous sight in front of her.

    > "Wowie zowie, this is super duper cool Anon."

    > Pinkie's hoof reaches out to poke at the controller, and she snorts when the screen suddenly jumps.

    > Right, that should hold her attention for a little while at least.

    > Leaving Pinkie behind, you make your way into the kitchen pausing to discard the bag Pinkie came inside.

    > Hmmm nothing else inside of it, no notes or anything. Pink pone doesn't come with any accessories.

    > You rush into the kitchen, and pull open the door.

    > The diet of a college graduate, and a bachelor to boot. Nothing but cold pizza, a two liter of soda and a few condiments/dressings.

    > There's no doubt Pinkie is going to get hungry soon.

    > You hear Pinkie laughing over in the living room still.

    > Fuck it, food can wait. You need to set some ground rules before Pinkie does anything.

    > You wash your hands, and head back into the living room, sitting next to Pinkie before fishing the controller away from her.

    > You open your mouth, not quite sure how to phrase this.

    > Should you try and be soft with the rules? Or go with a more heavy hand?

 

 

Veradux 01/23/14(Thu)00:24 UTC-5 No.15847859

 

    >>15847423 #

 

    > Out of all the ponies in the world you could of picked, of course you had to pick the one who was the most outgoing one.

    > You could of had Fluttershy for fuck sakes! Fluttershy! The damned pegasus would of been so afraid, you wouldn't have to worry about trying to hide her.

    > Still you at least have to try and get her to listen to you, at least for a little while.

    "Pinkie look, we really need to tal-"

    > "Anon look! We can both play together!"

    > Pinkie vanishes from your sight, only to appear in your lap with the other controller in her mouth.

    > "Mpmhmphmhphmp!"

    > Even if she didn't have the controller in her mouth, you really wouldn't of heard what she was saying.

    > She was very warm in your lap, almost like a living space heater. The way her flank pancaked out slightly against your legs spoke of the untold softness born from years of stuffing her face with every confection known on Equestria.

    > Pinkie spits out the controller next to you, and raises her hoof to flick your nose.

    > "Anon? What are you thinking about silly? Come on! I want to play this game with you! Games are super duper fun! Even more fun with your friends!"

    > You think back to the games of Monopoly that ended in fist fights with your friends.

    "Alright, alright I'll play, but you have to listen to me. There's some very important things you need to know."

    > Pinkie nods before grabbing her controller in her hoof.

    > It seems like she wants to sit in your lap. Maybe she's still slightly afraid of being alone?