"PiE Stories [Updated 17/Oct/13]"
By 8th-Sin (https://pastebin.com/u/8th-Sin)

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Created on: Sunday 22nd of September 2013 01:03:16 AM CDT
Retrieved on: Sunday 9 of May 2021 08:39:35 PM UTC


Here's where I'll put all my short stories I wrote for PiE (Ponies in Earth)

-------------------------PiE's Scariest Story-------------------------

"Come on, Applejack, it's time for bed," you call out as you head upstairs to the bedrooms.
>"Ah don't wanna," the little filly cries back.
>You turn to face her and shrug.
"Alright, no stories tonight then."
>She pauses and gives a look of deep thought and concentration, weighing the options before making a dash upstairs into bed.
>You give your head a shake and follow upstairs.
>When you walk into her room, you lift her up and place her into bed before tucking her in. Your heart melts a little at her cute, expectant smile.
"Alright," you say as you take a seat beside her bed and fix up her blanket, "what kind of story did you want to hear tonight?"
>"A scary one," she says with a joyful cheer.
"You sure?"
>"Mhm," she nods.
>She'll probably end up crying to you later about nightmares but she wants a scary story, so she'll get one.
>You try and think or even recall a spooky story to tell her but nothing comes to mind. When you hear the shriek of a nearby bat, you get an idea.
>You lean in close and stare at her as you put on your best scary narrator voice.
"This is the tale of Midnight Blossom, the batpony."
>She squees and claps her hooves together, trembling with excitement.
"Midnight Blossom was an ordinary pony, except for the bat wings and fangs. Some ponies were afraid of her but she never paid them any attention, she was happy with who she was. One day she was transported to Earth, just like you, but a friendly human boy found her and helped her out-"
>"When does it get scary?" She interjects.
"Don't interrupt. Anyway, this human was kind and friendly; he let her stay in his house, gave her food and even introduced her to more humans so she could find a job. She eventually became a shopkeeper, helping around in anyway she could until the-"
>"What's tha boy's name?"
"Uh, lets call him, Anonymous."
>"Booo~ring! What about Alfred or Reginald?"
"No, those are awful names. Anonymous or Anon for short."
>She scrunches up her face and crosses her forehooves, clearly getting impatient.
>It's like she's never heard of an introduction.
"Until Anonymous had to leave-"
>"WHAT? WHY DOES HE HAVE TA LEAVE?" She shouts as she jumps out of the covers and pushes her snout against your nose.
>You lift her up and place her down into bed to tuck her back in.
"Again, really? If you would be quiet and listened then you'll find out."
>She tries to make some kind of protest but quickly silences herself and waits for more of the story with an impatient wriggle.
"Anon wanted to pursue a career but Midnight Blossom had a life now so he left her behind, confident she could take care of herself."
>"That's sad, was she okay?"
"She was sad when she had to say goodbye to her first human friend but he told her he'd be back in a year."
>"Good, continue."
>You just roll your eyes before continuing where you left off.
"Midnight Blossom continued working at the shop when one day, a girl came in and spoke to her. Nothing really important, they just talked about all kinds of stuff. Eventually she had to get what she needed and leave but she came back next week, and when she did, the two talked again like before."
>"What's this girl's name?"
"I don't know, what about, Strange?"
>Honestly, you were just saying the first word that popped into your head but she didn't make a complaint so you went with it.
"The two did this for months and months. Midnight Blossom would always look forward to seeing Strange each week, one night especially, she was really looking forward to seeing her and catching up again. As midnight climbed into bed for the night she noticed, what she thought was a human in the window, but after double checking she realised there was nothing."
>You pause and look at AJ, expecting some kind of question or interruption but she lies there quietly, waiting for more.
>"She rolled over to go to bed but before she closed her eyes, she saw a tall, chubby figure standing at the end of her bed. Her heart started racing as she buried her face into her pillow, ignoring it but it didn't leave. Instead, it moved closer with a loud step."
>You step down loudly and creep your face a little closer, the little filly hides under the blanket but you keep talking.
>"She took two more steps towards Midnight Blossom, reaching out, her neckbeard and 3 chins were in clear sight now. Midnight tried to let out a scream as she recognised the human but..."
>Your pause brings the terrified filly out from under the blanket.
>"And then what?"
"Nobody knows. When Anonymous finally returned home to see Midnight Blossom, the house was a mess. Things thrown everywhere, furniture torn apart and 'Midnight Blossom is best pony' was written on the wall in spaghetti. Anonymous never did learn what happened to her but he did learn that this wasn't Strange's first pony napping."
>"There were others?" she asks with a scared quiver in her tone.
"Yes, she even had a whole gang of pony-nappers that would take little ponies away, they were called, 'the autists' and nobody or pony has caught them."
>She dives back under the covers and you give a chuckle before looking under it to see her there, shaking.
"AJ, relax, the autists can't get you."
>"How can ya be so sure?"
"Because they only ponynap ponies who talk to strangers."
>You spend the next 30 minutes or so, calming down the terrified filly.
>You don't have the heart to tell her that this story was on the news a few nights ago.

-------------------------Pretty please, with a cherry on top?-------------------------
>It's morning and you're woken by the sweet aroma of baked goods.
>Almost like a cartoon, the scent gets you to rise from your bed and follow it downstairs with your nose in the air.
>When you arrive in the kitchen, you're greeted by the Pink technicolour pony who has been living with you for the past few months.
>"Hiya, Anon."
"Hey Pinkie, what's cooking?"
>"Cupcakes," she exclaims with a beaming grin of pride.
>She pulls out the first batch and sets them down on the counter.
>You're still amazed at how she can hold things with only hooves.
>As you reach out to grab a fresh, hot pancake, she smacks it away.
"Hey! What gives?"
>"Uh-uh-uh," she tisks, "They're not ready yet."
"I'm hungry."
>"Grab something out of the fridge then, I've still got to decorate these after they cool down."
>You'd protest more but anything she makes is well worth the wait.
>Apparently she has a special talent for throwing parties, but you'd say her true talent lies in cooking and the proof is in the cupcakes.
>You go to the fridge and look around, nothing really screams out to be eaten so you settle for some cereal.
>The whole time you're eating, the smell of those cupcakes is getting to you.
"Pinkie, can I please just have one?"
>"I'm sorry, but nopony can one them until they're ready."
"Pretty please with a cherry on top?"
>You sound like a kid in a store begging to their parents for something but you don't care.
>If cupcakes were a drug, then you'd sell your house for one. She's got you hooked.
>"I don't really like cherries."
>You rest your head on the table in defeat and wait.
---
>"Anon, they're ready."
>You look up with more joy in your heart than an orphan getting adopted.
>This is the moment you've been waiting for.
>You look over the cupcakes.
>They're clearly chocolate with the brown colour and the icing is pink, completed with Pinkie's cutie mark on top and a cherry in the centre.
>You take one and so does Pinkie, without any hesitation, you dig in.
>The cupcake is gone in just a few seconds and as you lick your fingers you look Pinkie.
>She's giggles a little at your enthusiasm and you smile back at her.
>That's when you notice she's taken the cherry off her cupcake.
>She was probably telling the truth then when she said she doesn't like them.
>You don't want to let it go to waste so you decide you'll eat it for her.
"Hey, Pinkie."
>"Yeah Anon?"
"Can I have your cherry?"
>She immediately blushes and hides part of her face behind her poofy mane.
>"A-Anon, that's so forward. Okay... But on-only if you promise to be gentle."

-------------------------Octavia X Pat-------------------------
>Pat slowly opens his eyes, eager to start a new day before trying to stretch. He quickly finds his arms and feet bound up to each pole of his bed.
>The rope is tight, constricting any movement.
>He goes into a minor panic until a grey mare appears, towering above him. He recognises her straight away.
>"Good morning, Pat," her voice is sweet but has a hint of passion that Pat picks up on that only makes his panicked state, worse.
"Octavia, what's happening?"
>His voice quivers as he begins to plot how to defuse whatever situation he has found himself in.
>She gives him a happy smile and stares with wide, unblinking eyes.
>"I've made a decision, for both of us, that we should be together."
>Pat gives out a sigh of relief. He'll admit it, he's been waiting for this moment where he could finally be with his waifu despite the current circumstances.
"But you don't need to tie me up to tell me that. I'm not running."
>"That's true."
>She leans over and begins to untie the bonds around his rope with her mouth before pausing and turning to Pat with that same wide-eyed and sweet but sinister smile as earlier.
>"Even if you run, Pat... I will find you. I've decided I want-no-NEED you. So stay, let me keep you."
>She leans in and softly kisses him on the lips before whispering in his ear, "You will be mine!"
