Title:           Pinkie's Pies (002) ((Pinkie Pie, Anon, Innocent))
Author:          NotScribble
Pastebin link:   http://pastebin.com/cKStMrSS
First Edit:      Friday 13th of June 2014 08:57:02 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Last edit on: Sunday 12th of October 2014 12:33:21 PM CDT

Original Thread
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archive.heinessen.com/mlp/thread/S17884701
 
 
 
Reviews and Comments
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Scribble : You're still NotScribble lol...
Anon : Good job NotScribble.
Anon : A bit rough around the edges, but otherwise good job scribble.
 
RocketAnon : Interesting concept, entertaining enough, Pinkie and AJ are in-character as far as I can tell.
There are some grammatical errors, but nothing particularly major.
In certain cases, your expression could be improved.
Overall, I give you a 7/10. Not bad, could be better, but you still managed to bring a smile to my face when I was reading Anon's reaction to the first bite of the pie.
 
 
 
Pinkie's Pies by NotScribble
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>>17884716
>>17884735
>'something' with 'pinkie pie' and 'anon'
/shrug
 
 
>Another day, like any other day. Anon was having trouble distinguishing between them anymore. Nothing particularly excited ever happens around Ponyville.
>As he carried what felt like the millionth barrel of apples towards Apple Jack's barn, a familiar feeling began rising from his stomach.
>A feeling he had become accustomed to.
>Hunger.
>In a world where all of the inhabitants eat things such as grass, oats and apples for every meal, it was exceedingly difficult for an omnivore to find anything of substance.
>Anon set the barrel down and wiped the sweat from his brow.
>It was nice of Apple Jack to offer him a job on her farm, considering he wasn't built to use the same farming equipment they commonly used.
>"Y'already tired, Anon?"
>Apple Jack approached Anon from behind with a couple barrels of apples strung over her back.
>She walked up beside him and set down her load near his, then looked up at the Anon.
>He was sweaty and tired, alright.
"I don't know why, but today... I just. Yeah, I'm tired."
>Anon grabs his stomach.
"Not to mention starving."
>Apple Jack offered up a grin.
>"Well shoot Anon, we've got plenty of food right here."
>Apple Jack snatches up a random apple and consumed it whole.
>Anon looks down at the apples and begins feeling sick.
"Yeah... No offense, but apples aren't exactly something I can survive on forever."
>His body had already made its feelings on apples clear.
>No more damn apples.
>It's all you eat.
>You shall starve before you consume one more apple.
 
>Apple Jack looked down.
>"I see. Well, t'aint much else round these parts to eat. Sometimes I forget you used to eat... Er, meat."
>Apple Jack preferred not to think about that at all. Now she, too, was beginning to feel sick.
>Anon was sure he wasn't going to make it through the day if he didn't find something.
"There's got to be something else to eat. What about-"
>"Cake!"
>Pinkie Pie's familiar squeal broke Anon's hunger trance.
>Anon and Apple Jack both jumped at the sudden noise. They turned to greet a bouncing Pinkie Pie, grinning from ear to ear as always.
>"No, wait, cupcakes! Oh, oh, with lots of frosting!"
>Pinkie Pie pulled a heavily frosted cupcake seemingly from thin air and smashed it into her face.
>"Well howdy Pinkie," said Apple Jack as she recovered form the sudden shock.
"Uh..."
>"Or how about muffins! Muffins are good!"
>Anon furled an eyebrow.
"Isn't there something you have that isn't made entirely out of sugar?"
>Pinkie ceased her bouncing and began to think.
>She looked up and began tapping her cheek with her hoof.
>"Hm... Nope."
>Pinkie grinned and continued her joyful bouncing.
 
>Anon grasped his stomach once more and frowned.
>"Maybe the Cakes can make something special just for you. They're always helping me make super-duper things for my parties."
>On one hand, Anon highly doubted the Cakes made anything other than pastries. On the other, he was starving.
>He sighed.
"Alright, might as well go see."
>Apple Jack tipped her hat and turned back towards the fields.
>"Reckon I'll see you later then, Anon."
>Apple Jack lightly trotted back towards the apple fields. There was still a lot of work to be done.
>"Great!" exclaimed Pinkie as she began bouncing towards Sugarcube Corner.
>Anon followed slowly behind.
>It was quite the trek from Sweet Apple Acres all the way to the middle of Ponyville.
>Anon desperately hoped it would be worth it.
>The hustle and bustle of Ponyville continued like normal as Pinkie Pie and Anon made their way to Sugarcube Corner.
>It felt like forever ago that Anon had first arrived and everypony treated him suspiciously. Now he was largely treated indifferently.
>They finally reached the porch of the little cake shop.
>Pinkie bounced through the door.
>"Hey, Mr. and Mrs. Cake."
>Mr. Cake usually tended the front desk while Mrs. Cake baked. Today they were both baking.
>Mr. Cake poked his through the doorway of their kitchen and glanced around the room.
>"Oh, hello Pinkie."
>"I brought Anon with me."
>Pinkie Pie turned and pointed at the entrance as Anon lightly pushed the door open and walked inside.
>"He's really, really, really hungry, but he doesn't want to eat apples, cakes, cupcakes or even muffins."
>Mr. Cake walked around the corner and up to the front desk.
>"Oh, uh, I see."
>He began thinking of other items they might try to find.
>"Well... What would you eat?"
>Anon grasped his stomach. It demanded sustenance. It demanded it now.
"Don't you have anything that doesn't involve sugar or apples?"
 
>Mr. cake tapped his chin.
>"Uh, nothing comes to mind..."
>Suddenly Pinkie Pie inhaled deeply in a highly exaggerated gasp.
>Anon turned his head to see what she was thinking, just in time to see the pink blur flying towards him.
>His face cringed in anticipation of the imminent impact.
>Pinkie Pie planted her hooves firmly into Anon's chest, knocking him off balance and forcing him to the ground.
>She pressed her nose right up against Anon's own nose.
>"I could make you a cheese pie!"
>She remained in this uncomfortable position, awaiting Anon's response and grinning as she stared directly into his eyes.
>Anon looked to either side of Pinkie's face before meeting her gaze again.
"Yeah... Urf, that sounds great."
>Pinkie Pie squealed in delight and bounced off of Anon.
>She began bouncing around the room.
>"Teehee! See, I was thinking of all my friends and what they like to eat, and after going through most of them, I remembered Cheese Sandwich, and then I was like 'Huhhh!!' because I remembered cheese isn't apples or cake or cupcakes or muffins, and it definitely doesn't have any sugar in it!'
>Anon laid there for a moment, attempting to recover.
>He wasn't very injured, but sometimes it's hard to keep track of what Pinkie Pie is saying.
>He allowed himself to simply lie there and stare at the ceiling.
"So... A cheese pie?"
>Pinkie Pie stopped bouncing and looked back at Anon.
>"No, silly. It can't just be cheese. That'd be gross."
>Anon worked up the strength to push himself up into a sitting position.
"What else do you suggest, then?"
>Once again, pinkie performed an exaggerated gasp and tackled Anon to the floor.
>"Oh, oh! We can use carrots! Ooo, and onions!... How bout some apples? No, wait, I mean, uh, peppers!"
>Pinkie Pie backed up off of Anon and sat down on the floor.
>Saliva was beginning to leak from her mouth.
>Anon continued staring at the ceiling, afraid to move or say anything else. Now his chest hurt.
 
>"How does that sound, Anon? Cuz I think it sounds good."
>Pinkie Pie began licking her lips.
>Anon worked up some meager courage and sat up once more.
"Uh, it's a start. Is there anything else we could add to it, maybe something I'd like?"
>Anon desperately wanted to add meat to this... cheese pie. A plain cheese pie with a few vegetables thrown in still didn't sound super appealing.
>There was no way he could ask any of them to add meat, though.
>"Um, Rarity eats eggs sometimes. I only eat eggs when they're baked into yummy treats, but Rarity eats them plain. Do you like eggs, Anon?"
>Anon's eyes snapped open and his pupils dilated.
>Eggs! How the hell could he have forgotten they use eggs!
>Wait. Rarity eats eggs, plain?
"I've never seen rarity eat any eggs."
>"Well, duh. She hardly ever eats in front of anyone, especially someone weird like you, Anon."
>Right. Sometimes Anon forgot he was supposed to be the weird one around here.
"Some eggs would be fantastic."
>Pinkie squealed in delight and vanished in a flash out the front door.
>Anon worked his way up onto his feet.
>He staggered slightly, but quickly regained his balance.
>He turned to see Mr. Cake still standing behind the counter.
>Once their eyes met, Mr. Cake offered and awkward smile.
>Anon sighed and let his shoulders sag.
>It wasn't long before Pinkie Pie burst back through the front door with an assortment of ingredients exploding out of her saddle bags.
>"Let's get cooking!"
>Pinkie Pie happily bounced towards the kitchen, strewing ingredients all over the floor in her wake.
>Mr. Cake just watched as they went by.
>Anon turned to Mr. Cake as he passed by, shrugging his shoulders.
 
>Inside the kitchen, Mrs. Cake was busy baking already.
>There were mixing bowls scattered around the counter-tops, and a few of their ovens were already baking something.
>Mrs. Cake smiled when she saw the two of them enter the room, then her smile faded slightly when she noticed Pinkie Pie's saddle bag dropping ingredients everywhere.
>"Hi, Mrs. Cake! We're going to make a special pie for Anon!"
>Pinkie Pie quickly pushed a bunch of bowls and discarded ingredients off to the side of one of the counter-tops.
>She then pulled off her saddle bag and dumped its contents onto the counter.
>Somehow she managed to do so without breaking any of the eggs.
>Anon pondered the physics of such an event, then thought it might be best not to think about it too much.
>Besides, he was far too hungry to question a good meal.
>"Oh, uh, go right ahead, deary."
>Mrs. Cake decided it might be best to simply get out of the way for a little bit.
>She trotted out the kitchen door. maybe the babies needed some attention, anyway.
>They weren't crying, but no harm in checking.
>Anon looked over the various ingredients.
>This looked very promising.
>"Okay, now all we gotta do is get them ready for the pie. Wanna help?"
>Of course Anon was going to help. Pinkie Pie might know about junk food, but real food was his domain.
"Sure. You should-"
>"Great! Well then, why don't you start chopping up the veggies?"
>Anon looked back down at the vegetables. Sure, he could do that.
>He was gonna sauté the hell out of these veggies. They had to have butter around here.
"Uh, yeah, sure. And why don't you grate some cheese?"
>Pinkie Pie bounced around in a small circle.
>"I was totally about to suggest doing that!"
>She rushes around the room, searching for the grater.
>Anon searches for the butter and a decent frying pan.
>He began to wonder why he hadn't thought of any of this before.
>Perhaps he finally got over his culture shock and started thinking clearly again.
 
>This place was very difficult to adjust to.
>Anon spotted the butter, and even a decent sized frying pan.
>He picked them up and walked back over to the counter.
>Pinkie Pie had also found a grater.
>She was busy grating the cheese down into fine little strands.
>With her mouth.
>Anon grimaced slightly, but his stomach assured him it wouldn't be a problem.
>He wasn't about to argue with his stomach.
>Anon began expertly chopping up the veggies into nice slices, ready to be sauteed in some glorious butter.
>A smile spread across his face.
>Pinkie looked up at Anon as she grated and smiled as well.
>It didn't take long to get everything cooking.
>All of the veggies were thoroughly sauteed before being added to the scrambled eggs and lightly melting cheese sitting delicately inside a pie crust, just waiting to be topped off and slid into the oven.
>Anon's stomach roared in anticipation.
>The baking felt like it was taking forever.
>Pinkie Pie sat contently on the floor in front of the oven, humming a tune no one could ever figure out to herself as she gently rocked her head back and forth.
>Anon sat at a nearby table, tapping his fingers randomly as he stared at the over.
>Right before the timer dinged, Pinkie stood up and shouted "It's done!"
>She swiftly opened the over and pulled out the cheesy egg pie.
>She trotted up to the table and slid it in front of Anon.
>"There ya go!"
>Pinkie Pie stared at Anon with a giant smile on her face, her eyes wide with anticipation, waiting for him to take a bite.
>Anon looked down at the pie, fresh from the oven, and still very clearly hot.
 
>It smelled divine.
>Anon looked up from the pie back over to Pinkie, who was still standing completely still as she waited for him to take a bite.
"Uh, can you get me something I could eat this with?"
>Pinkie Pie blinked.
>"Oh, right!"
>In an instant, she disappeared behind a counter-top, then returned with a spoon held in her mouth.
>Anon gingerly removed the spoon from her mouth and wiped it off with his shirt.
>Pinkie Pie resumed her anticipation stance.
"Thanks."
>Anon looked back down at his pie, then glanced back over at Pinkie before finally digging out a nice scoop with the spoon.
>As he broke through the crust, a very healthy amount of steam rushed through the puncture, carrying with it a fantastic aroma.
>The cheese stretched from inside the pie all the way up into the air, where he held to spoon near his face to blow some of the heat away.
>When he was sure it was cool enough to safely eat, he began to move it towards his face.
>"Ahhh!"
>Pinkie shouted and jumped up into the air.
>"Isn't this exciting?!"
>Anon flinched, but managed to keep hold of the spoon and its contents.
>He rolled his eyes and took a bite.
 
>So.
>Damn.
>Delicious.
>He chewed slowly, savoring each flavor before swallowing.
>His stomach sent up its gratitude as well.
>Yes, this pleases us.
>A large grin spread across Anon's face.
"This is truly the best thing I've ever had since I got here, Pinkie Pie. Like... Wow. I-"
>Pinkie Pie began bouncing around the room with joy.
>"Great! You know what? I'm gonna make you one of these everyday, Anon! Won't that be the best?! You look so happy!"
>Anon smiled and took another bite.
>The first real meal he's had since he arrived.
>It almost brought a tear to his eye.
>"Hey, are you gonna eat that?"
>Pinkie Pie slammed her hoof down onto the pie tin and flung the remainder of the contents into the air, where she expertly caught it all and swallowed it whole.
>She licked her lips afterwords.
>"Mmmm, wow, that IS good!"
>That actually did bring a tear to his eye.
"I suppose we can always make more."
>Pinkie Pie continued slurping her lips and nodded in agreement.
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