“When I was a child, My speech, feelings and thinking was all those of a child. Now that I am a man I have no more use for childish ways.”
_

The Spritebot sparked on the ground. I sniped it with a rifle. There have been more and more of these things. This was my forth.

I had an earbloom in both ears turned on high. It canceled all Sexcaster sounds from the Spritebots.

The DJ, the one claiming to be Pon3 somehow knew I was listening and had stopped playing music. She switched to trying to arouse me with trashy love novels.

“The large rose red stallion sits on his haunches showing me his swelled deep red member that extended out of his sheath. I moved closer to him. The heat cutting through the cold air hits the bare flush of my belly.”

Get to the part with the mare! I found myself suddenly shouting internally. Maybe out loud I couldn’t hear myself speak so I wouldn’t know.

I think reading these mare and stallion novels were a way of teasing me. Not just on my sexuality but I had to deal with the over sexualized female view of bucks. I want overly sexualized view of females of females.

It made me think of Stable 25 and their sexist views. Just being there a little started warping my mind. Who knows what this tripe was doing to me.

My headache was getting worst. Part of the side effect of the Mint-als wearing off. That also made my body hurt. Also I hate to admit it the trashy story telling was making me aroused.

My guts sloshed from hunger. I looked around the desert. There wasn’t even a cactus for me to eat.

It completely changed from brown sand to pink sugar a few miles back and was making the wet parts of my body unbearably sticky. Rocks became candy colored. I suspected they were candy. I wasn’t going to lick a rock to find out.

“He was really trying to make you hot and bothered,” Dr. Pip remarked about the radio DJ.

I did my best to ignore her. Too bad my earblooms didn’t block her sounds.

A shine caught my eye off in the distance. With my curiosity I had to trot over to see what it was. It was a pony encased in malt colored sugar. Buck by the looks of it.

“He was frozen stiff by the sight of me.”

I noticed I was starting to only catch parts of the story being read to me as I examined the sight.

I tapped on the glossy stuff with my hoof. It felt solid. Suddenly the frozen stallion started to crack at my touch then shattered.

“The stallion revealed his crimson rod.”

Looking at the spectacle longer didn’t tell me how the buck ended up like this. I looked at my map. There was another abandon farm house I could scope out for food and water. The last one I could hit before reaching the Piefeild Farm.

After I was done I stared at my pipleg. It was starting to itch something awful. Some of the skin that was fused with my pipbuck parts was starting to peel and crack. I touched the area and puss oozed out. Well that’s not good.

I pondered for a moment. I could take a Healing Potion but I heard they make infections worst. Besides if the potions were that effective on the metal flesh fusion of my pipleg I wouldn’t have an infection to begin with. Another reason not to take one was the lack of food to energize my healing. Out here that could kill me.

I ran up to the water trough when I reached the farm. I noticed a few more ponies covered in sugar crystal standing around the trough. This put me in alert mode.

Well scanning the area with my eyes, I sniffed the air. Really didn’t want to remove my earblooms in case there were Sexcasters around.

Desperately needing a drink, I used the push and pull the pump to fill the trough with water. I sniffed it for a second. Smelt like sugar like everything else here.

The liquid was lukewarm. That didn’t settle well with my stomach. I hurled to find it sloshing back against my closed mouth.

I was shocked to find my mouth was sealed shut. By what I didn’t know. The vomit back washed and tried to go out my nose. That was sealed to. I found myself in pain from the stomach acid in my sinuses and unable to breathe.

A bullet suddenly nicks my mouth knocking me to the ground and shatters the sugar that in cased my face. I could taste the metal of the blood leaking into my mouth from the tare on my lip.

Rock Soda smiled back at me. “I finally caught up to you.”

My earblooms were knocked out of my ears from the impact.

“In side,” The pegasus buck ordered.

“How did you find me?” I asked.

“Mostly lucky I guess,” I lost track of you a while back. Your tracks already covered by the desert sand,” Rock Soda answered, “If I didn’t have wings I would have never spotted you.”

As we walked into the farm house a Pipbuck jumps out at us. Rock Soda fires and kills the thing. The creature falls with blood and juices from its squirting member covering the floor.

“What is that thing,” Rock Soda cringed.

“A very evil thing,” I sighed.

“Okay,” Rock Soda shakes his head and focused his attention back to me. He takes out a set of zip ties, “Put your hooves together."

The buck tied both my forehooves together then both my hindhooves. I was left in the corner as he removed the body of the Pickbuck.

I started to panic as I could hear the faint sound of the Sexcaster approaching.

“Rock!” I shouted, “Please need, Need my earbl urrgh!”

I came hard, I tried to dampen the sound by closing my ears. I screamed again.

“You know you deserve this,” Dr. Pip remarks as I made a grunt, “You have done so much bad, this is karma getting you back.”

After a few minutes the Sexcaster moved out of range enough to stop my body from spazzing. Feeling violated I tuck my head under my legs and started sobbing.

Rock Soda walked up to me. I shrank myself more. He stared at me for a moment. Suddenly he stomps my stomach with his hoof. As the vomit came out of my mouth, the buck shoves me against the wall.

“Why!” He cries hitting me with his hooves over and over, “Why! Why!”

I scream out as he hit me. After a while the buck stops. He stood there sobbing over my battered body. After a few minutes he left.

“I wonder what he's planning to do to you next?” Dr. Pip whispers in my ear, “Keep letting him stomp on you, you will be a dog like those other victims.”

My eyes drifted to the puddle of Pipbuck cum on the floor.

“You’re not thanking of doing what I think you are going to do?” Dr. Pip said with a smile.

I crawled toward the spot.

“Say it!” Dr. Pip shouts, “Admit your defeat you bitch!”

“They cum Party Time Mint-als,” I snapped, “Your happy! Now get out of my head!”

I stuck my mouth in the white goo and slurped it up. My head rushed as the sweet liquid kicked in. Dr. Pip was out of my head.

Rock Soda walks back into the room and sees me laying in the puddle of filth.

“What are you doing!” He shouts discussed.

“It keeps the voices out,” Was all I could reply.

He pushed a canteen of water in front of my muzzle. I look up at the buck to see his eyes were tearful.

“It’s okay to drink, I used tablets to counter the crystal sugar thing,” He explained.

I put my lips on the mouth of the canteen. The buck tips it so the liquid would flow. After a moment he takes the canteen away.

Rock Soda wipes a tear from my cheek. “I want to be mad at you, I want you to suffer for what you did.” The buck paused, “I…heard your screams, I did not enjoy it. I hurt you with my own hooves and it did not make me feel better. I wanted to, all it made me do was feel like a part of me was dying.” He shakes his head. “I’m not that kind of pony.”

I looked at him wide eyed. “Look, I honestly didn’t kill your friend.” I sobbed, “But when I was escaping I killed one of the guard ponies. No matter what you think. I know I’m still a murderer. You can do with me as you will.”

“Did either of them suffer like this?” Rock Soda asked, “Did you have true malice in your heart?”

I couldn’t give a reply but he knew the answers from my look.

The buck sighs and cuts the binding on my forehooves.

“Your letting me go?” I replied.

“I know your mission to be just,” Rock Soda told me, “The status quo has changed if you haven’t noticed. I only pursued you because of a personal vendetta and I wanted you to hurt. You seen how that turned out.”

“You sound disappointed,” I grunted from my sore spots when my hindlegs were cut free.

The buck tried to give me a Healing Potion.

I shook my head, “I need food first.

“Well that maybe a problem,” Rock Soda remarks, “Stay here I’ll look in the pantry for something.”

The buck leaves me alone in the room. I was finding my pipleg very itchy at this point. My sores were pulsing. Suddenly one of them squirts as a worm crawls out.

A moment later Rock Soda walks back into the room with a basket in his mouth.

“I found some dry meat-!” He drops the basket, “Littlepip what are you doing!”

I was sticking a butter knife under by pipleg. Blood flowed over my hoof.

“I got to get the worms out!” I cried.

Rock Soda forces the knife away from me knocking me to the ground in the process.

“Please!” I scream.

“Littlepip there are no bugs!” Rock Soda yelled.

I was in shock, “But I ate the stuff, It worked before. It made the voices go away. It made her go away. Then how can it not be real?”

“Great, I’m stuck with the crazy mare,” Rock Soda mumbles.

“I honestly thought I was over this,” I sighed.

“Here eat this and take a Healing Potion,” The buck pushed the dried meat in front of me.

I curled my lip in disgust.

“What’s the matter,” Rock Soda snaps

“I don’t eat meat,” I complained.

“Eat before I have to smack you again,” Rock Soda shouts.

I cringed and took the meat into my mouth.

“Okay let's read the back of this damn thing,” Rock Soda turns the Healing Potion around, “It appears you have to wait an hour if you haven’t eaten all day.” He then pulls out the instructions for Healing Bandages, “These I can use until the food kicks in.”

After Rock Soda was done wrapping my bloody pipleg. We heard a clop as I pony walks in through the front door. A pony in a brown cloak was walking around. He pulls back his hood to reveal to our shock it was Prototype Blues. He had some kind of turban on his head.

“Prototype? What are you doing here?” Rock Soda asked.

“I was trying to fallow you,” Prototype Blues remarks looking at me, “You went after a fugitive alone. Someone had to cover your butt.” His tone changes to cold, “But I see you're handling things well on your own.”

Rock Soda turned his head away shamefully.

Something didn’t seem right to me, “So, You fallowed the good buck Rock here.”

“Yes,” Prototype Blues replied.

“I see,” I looked the earth pony up and down. He didn’t have a pipbuck.

“Is something the matter?” Prototype Blues asked noticing my look.

“No,” I replied giving a beaming smile.

After we all ate a meal and I had time to absorb the so called food I was given a Healing Potion, I decided to embark on my journey again. Rock Soda half feeling bad about bruising me up and half concerned I was going to hurt myself again decided to accompany me. Prototype Blues decided to fallow the majority.

We soon came across a valley of jagged pink candy crystals. They were two to three ponies high. I saw my reflection in one and had the urge to straighten out my tangled mane.

As we walked the crystals grouped closer and closer. Soon we found ourselves in a labyrinth.

After looking up at the darkening sky, Rock Soda motioned us to take out our ear plugs.

“I’m debating about flying around and checking out the area,” He told us.

“I wouldn’t suggest it,” Prototype Blues points out, “You’ll give away our position to the enemy.”

“The enemy already knows where we are at,” I shrugged.

“Then by all means go ahead,” Prototype Blues motions.

Rock Soda takes off with a hover. He then starts circling around going higher and higher.

With a pop the pegasus was hit with a ball of confetti. The yellow and blue streamers entangled the flying buck. He loses his ability to fly and crashes out of view.

“We got to find him,” I rush forward into the maze of crystal.

“Littlepip wait!” Prototype Blues shouts.

I stopped and turn around, Prototype Blues was gone. Then I realized I was lost.

“Prototype!” I shouted.

There was no answer. I turned the corner and shouted again. Still no answer.

My heart sinks and I started to get sweaty. My pipleg started to itch. I didn't want to look at I but I know I had too.

Worms were eating my flesh and crawling across the screen. I had to tell myself they weren’t real well bringing up my map. It showed me the map of the labyrinth and that the area was changing.

There was a rumble at my feet. I jumped out of the way to dodge a new crystal popping up from the ground.

Great this place got a little bit more dangerous. Speaking of I spotted Dashit in the sky. I ducked between two crystals as he flew by.

When it looked clear, I made a dash for it. I need to find better cover and quick. In my haste I tripped over a rock causing me to stumble and stop.

There was the scent of blood in the air. I looked around well I sniffed. I could smell Rock Soda. Then I saw the spot where he landed. One of the crystals were covered in blood and confetti.

“Rock!” I shouted, “Are you okay!”

Dashit must have heard me because he makes another pass around. I hide again and he missed seeing me.

“Are you my mommy?” A voice startles me causing me to jump back.

It was a little filly, a very young lavender filly glitter pony. I never seen a glitter pony before. But something seemed familiar.

“Are you lost?” I asked her.

“Oh mommy, I’m cold and hungry,” The filly cries.

“I don’t have much food,” I replied digging in my saddle beg as I sat on my haunches.

I noticed the filly was giving a puppy dog look at my utters like she wanted to suckle. It made my tits itch like my pipleg. When I looked down I thought I could see a long worm slither out of one of my nipples. I looked away.

I found myself thinking of what I knew about foals and breast feeding. Mares produce milk a few days before birthing. Most only suckle their young for a few days because foals can eat solid food right after birth. But some mares do keep breast feeding into early child hood.

I sighed and patted the foal on the head, “There’s no milk in there for you.”

The foal starts crying.

“Shoot quiet,” I snapped.

“Are you hiding?” the foal asks.

“Yes,” I replied.

“Oh, where my treasure is is a good hiding spot.

“You know your way around this maze?” I asked.

“What’s a maze?” The foal questions.

“This plac…,” I sigh, “Just take me to your treasure.”

The foal nods her head.

As we walked I noticed something weird in the crystals. There seemed to be multiple colors reflected in them. More colors them there should be.

Suddenly before my eyes the colors melts off the crystals. Each color turned into its own pony. A zombie like creatures slowly liquefying into paint only to reform again.

I fired at the creatures but my bullets passed through them.

“My treasure place is just ahead!” The foal shouts.

I scooped her up and stuck the foal on my back. Then I pulled out a flare grenade I picked up from Rarity’s Haven and tossed it.

The paint ponies caught on fire. They scream, Everything burned melting and turning black. The ground shakes and explodes in flaming sugar crystal.

The strange glitter foal led me to a farm at the center of the maze. I was in shock. It was Silver Bell’s farm.

Pony monsters walk out of a pair of silos. They reminded me of balloon animals in the shape of ponies. Only the balloon stuff they were made out of was a fleshy membrane with veins pumping blood. Something like a round ball were in their stomachs.

I fired at the things. They popped leaving behind slimly dead foals.

“Ahhh! Littlepip stay away!” I heard Rock Soda cry.

I ran for the sound. Soon, I spotted a trail of blood on the ground.

A balloon pony jumps me from behind. It grabs my body. As I struggled with the thing, I flip over on my back trying the roll the creature off me. It pops leaving me to lay in a pile of fetal slime.

I got back to my feet as quickly as possible. The blood lead to a large gazebo. Rock Soda lay injured in the middle. But a chain link fence blocked my way.

“Littlepip stay away it’s a trap!” Rock Soda cries.

“That never stopped me before,” I looked around for a way in. I saw the fence was connected to a house. “Okay kid fallow me.-“ I turn to see the foal was gone.

I shrugged and walked over to the house. There was a sign hung over the house's main entrance. “Alchemilla’s Pinkie Pie Youth’s Rehab Center”/

What the heck? A rehab clinic in the middle of nowhere? Okay a little weird but this isn’t my culture.

I enter and shot a balloon pony. It pops making a mess on the floor. I then picked up a map in the reception office.

Moans and groans could be heard from the different rooms as I walked across the building. I looked into one of the room windows and saw puking bat creatures. I remembered seeing them before. These things had their hooves bound to their crotches by a layer of leather skin with bat wings that stretched out.

One of the doors was left open. A bat creature sniffed me out approaching me from behind. I spun around and shot it.

The back door was oddly locked from the inside. I picked the lock and walked outside,

I ran up to Rock Soda laying in the gazebo. A force struck me knocking me on my butt.

“I see you finally came,” Prototype Blues smiles as he turned visible.

“You’re the pony with the Zebra cloak!” I snapped.

A cloud of glittery lavender mist hits me. I grown dizzy and collapsed to my knees. The foal runs to Prototype Blues.

“I tricked the hell mare like you told me too!” She cheers.

Hell Mare? Suddenly a rush of memories hit me. Those of Arbu and Alchemilla hospital. I remembered some creature coming from a mosquito monster that drank my blood. But I thought I killed that monster.

A Spritebot floats up to the group of ponies. “How did you like my little set up Littlepip?” Pinkie Pie asks.

“Prototype why?” I cried.

“The world here started ending. It started when you killed my brother and sister,” Prototype Blues spat.

I just gave a helpless confused look.

“Don’t look at me like that!” Prototype Blues snapped, “I lost everything because of you.”

“It's useless punishing her,” The Spritebot remarks as it leaked pink paint. It forms into Pinkie Pie.

Multicolored blobs emerge forming into a cape of color over the pink pony. She touches Rock Soda. He screams out as all the color leaves his body. The buck turns gray and goes limp as his patch of color appears in her cloak.

“No!” I screamed.

All my strength kicks in, I rise to my feet and draw one of my side arms. I fire at Prototype Blues. My bullets hit some kind of protective shield.

I rush at them.

“Hell Mare is unstoppable!” The glitter foal screams disappearing in a puff.

Prototype Blues removes his cloak and tosses it over my face. Well I was blind, he spin kicks me and knocks me to the ground.

I pull the cloak off of me. Our eyes meet. Me looking up and he looks down.

“You know he made it go down like that,” Prototype Blue told me, “Rock Soda was the first to get to you, the first to have righteous vengeance.” The stallion removes his turban. In a flash he transformed. Before me stood Dashit.

“Wait you were him the whole time?” I was confused my mind racing, “You’re an earth pony? How can you turn into a pegasus?”

“This is my doing,” Pinkie Pie shows off the scar on Dashit’s neck.

“The Dashit you seen when you first arrived in Silent Ponyville wasn’t me,” Dashit explains, “Pinkie Pie lead me to his body. She knows we both hated the same pony. Because of that hate we fused into one being.”

“What about Cherry Emerald?” I asked.

“Oh, she’s around,” Pinkie Pie gives a sly smile as she walks up to me.

“What are you doing?” Dashit asks.

“Eating her myself,” Pinkie Pie touches my horn.

“That’s not the deal!” Dashit snaps.

“You know I have your original head somewhere,” Pinkie Pie remarks, “I wonder what goodie things would happen to you if they meet? Heh heh heh.”

In a rush the color leaves my body.

I found myself in Pinkie Pie’s body, Somewhere in her mind looking through her eyes.

The rush of the sound of ponies all confused and talked at once almost pop I mean her ears.

Pinkie Pie was standing in a crowd of ponies. I could feel her hair. It was flat and dangling like sea weed. I could feel what her body feels and some of her emotions. But the pony’s thoughts were isolated from me.

I realized we were standing in the middle of a street surrounded by buildings. Ponies tried the buildings but they were locked. In addition each block was barricaded off by tall nonfixed concrete walls. This didn’t stop the pegasus from moving around helping the different groups communicate. But the unicorns and earth ponies were pretty much stuck in place.

“Pinkie Pie? That’s you?” A pony said to her.

Half the ponies now noticed her and all start rushing up to the pink mare.

“Pinkie! Do you know where we are?”

“Pinkie! What was that flash? I thought I was dead!”

“Pinkie! Did the Zebra capture us?”

Pinkie Pie screams and squats in a ball. “I can’t answer your questions right now!”

“Isn’t she the head of the Ministry of Morale? How does she not know what’s going on?”

“Yeah, I heard rumors of them having spies?”

“Isn't she just a figure head. It’s not like they really know anything.”

“You know it’s her subordinates that really run the Ministry.”

“She's really is a stupid cunt,”

“Wait? why are those ponies looking up at the sky?”

Pinkie Pie pops her head up. In the sky I caught a glimpse of something. For some reason my consciousness blacked out before I could see the full thing. But what I did see of it was beautiful. The most beautiful thing I have ever seen.

When I regain consciousness again. Pinkie Pie was looking at the crowd. She felt younger but yet old. Like her soul head years lifted from it and her body changed form to accommodate it. But she could feel the years of drug abuse she done to herself.

Some were like her and were looking about. Most stared up at the sky. But slowly one by one they looked away. All of them seemed to be about the same age now.

Time passed like this. It felt like I was in a memory orb but hours turned into days and I was like a stranger in someone else’s body. Unable to interact day after day. I couldn’t even sleep, The closest I got was zoning off and finding hours had passed without me knowing of it. Later sometimes days or weeks.

Some of Pinkie Pie’s subordinates were in the area and she allowed them to take command of her section. They broke into the buildings.

There were few food supplies. Rationing quickly started. Soon ponies where getting hungry and displeased.

After two days, Pinkie Pie got into contact with Rarity. By now a pegasus came and explained that we were all transported here by Stable-Tech. It was something called Project Silent Ponyville. He and others were handing out much needed supplies. After some questioning it was found out he didn’t know much more then everypony else.

“I see you are in a mood,” Rarity remarks.

“I was in a bad way when I came here,” Pinkie Pie explains, “I just given up Mint-als and was about to enter rehab. On top of that ever since I got here it feels like Littlepip has been watching me.”

“You don’t have to worry about Mint-als now,” Rarity jokes as she compulsively stroked her glass hoof.

“What happened to you?” Pinkie Pie asked.

“I’m not sure dear,” Rarity waves her glass hoof, “Lucky for me clear is in style.”

Pinkie Pie tears up, “Are we the only ones that made it.”

“I think “made it” is subjective at this point Pinkie,” Rarity remarks.

Pinkie Pie frowns, “What’s that suppose to mean?”

“I think you know dear,” Rarity smiles.

“We are dead aren’t we?” Pinkie Pie answers.

“Yes,” Rarity replied.

“Does this have something to do with that light in the sky?” The pink pony points upward with her hoof, “Some ponies started calling it God and worshipping it.”

“At this point I’m not sure what to call it,” Rarity sighs, “A God that does nothing yet everything. All I know is we are in a time of chaos. This city is large and new groups are appearing all the time.”

Pinkie Pie looks down at the ground, “I really miss Twilight. I have to see her again.”

Rarity replies with a sad look.

A few days later Applebloom appeared. Once she appeared things started to pick up and run smoother. Food got delivered faster and ponies started to be organized and placed in housing.

A few days after that clouds appeared covering the sky and blocking God from sight. Pinkie Pie was in her newly required home when this happened. She was suffering from about of melancholy and withdrawal at the time. From what her and I heard many ponies were upset by the event.

The next day Luna came to see Pinkie Pie. They didn’t have much to talk about. It was mostly to exchange niceties. Anything useful I suppose was already told to her by Applebloom and Rarity.

Finally Scootaloo came to see my pony host. After that from the talk new ponies stopped showing up in Silent Ponyville.

The days quickly all became the same. Pinkie Pie slowly stopped eating. I could feel her hunger. All she would do was lay in bed and mutter about having to say she was sorry to Twilight.

One day there was a knock on Pinkie Pie’s door. On the other side was a buck. A pumpkin pie colored earth pony with an icy blue mane.

“Um hello I’m Pumpkin Coldcream I was sent here to be your live in house keeper?” The buck replied.

“I didn’t ask for a house keeper,” Pinkie Pie answered in a flat tone.

“Your friends sent me over,” Pumpkin told her, “Apparently they were worried about you.

“You’re not a hooker are you?” Pinkie Pie asks.

“No,” Pumpkin answers unsurely, “That does explain the questions they asked me. Or they want to make sure they hired someone who wouldn’t sue for sexual harassment.”

“You know I played the hooker joke on one of my friends before.” Pinkie Pie smiles.

“You might as well let me in I’m already paid for the week,” Pumpkin remarks

“Okay, But keep quiet I’m already suffering from crippling migraines,” The pink pony tells him.

“I heard your hair is suppose to be puffy,” Pumpkin remarks as he walks in.

“Like I said I’d prefer you to be quiet,” Pinkie Pie walks back up stairs and zonks right to sleep after taking some pills.

The next morning she was awaken by the smell of sizzling bacon. Walking down stairs she finds that Pumpkin Coldcream was cooking a complex omelet. She looked around the house and saw it has been clean spotless.

“You’re quite the talented cooker,” Pinkie Pie joked with a smile on her face. She was checking the stallions flank for a cutie mark. I assume she was checking his cutie mark. She could have been just ogling him.

His cutie mark was a round spear by the way. The same color as his mane. Not sure what kind of information you can get from that?

“When your mother was a baker and my father was a chef you pick up a few things. Your hair got a little of its fluff back I see,” Pumpkin remarks.

Pinkie Pie tests her quiff with her hoof. “Oh yeah it does,” She laughs.

“I just guess you needed a good guest around the house,” Pumpkin teases.

The next few mornings were the same. Rarity, Applebloom and Luna would come around to see how Pinkie Pie was doing. Pumpkin Coldcream was paid to stay around another month.

Then one day Pinkie Pie decided to start working on some her Ministry paper work that had been piling up. I noticed Pinkie Pie’s hair seemed to puff up a little more after that. To note one was a nomination for an approval form to elect Achamilla head of the Ministry of Peace. Another document was for an approval of Applebloom’s Ministry of Wartime Technology to change its name to Ministry of Domestic Technology.

Pumpkin decided to start mixing batter. The smell hits Pinkies nose making her tail and mane puff out more.

“What are you making” Pinkie Pie purred.

“Cupcakes,” Pumpkin answers.

“You’re not doing it right,” Pinkie Pie smiles.

“Oh and how should I be doing it?” Pumpkin asks playfully

“Oh-

Then the pink mare erupts into a song and dance.

“Wow,” Pumpkin remarks after the spectacle, “Your feeling like your old self.

Pinkie Pie looks in the mirror. Her hair puffed a little more. But it wasn’t quite as puffy as it was in its prime of puffiness.

“No I don’t feel like my old self. My innocence is- No not my innocence, my ignorance is gone. My innocence died when I was caught up in that awfully awful war. I put on a mask of ignorance to keep up the disguise of who I was.” Pinkie Pie turns and smiles at Pumpkin, “I think I’m going to have to keep you,” She remarks as she walks out of the kitchen.

“Glad to hear that,” Pumpkin smirks, “And here I was thinking you weren’t going to need me anymore.”

Pinkie walks back, goes on tippy hoofs and kisses him on the lips. “I suppose I could find a reason to keep you around.”

Pinkie Pie tails up turns and walks out of the room.

“Does this make me a hooker now?” Pumpkin jokes.

Pinkie’s hair nor her personality never did completely went back to normal.

One night, after a bout of love making, Pinkie Pie gets the urge to ask the question that’s been bugging her.

“What the heck does your cutie mark mean?” She remarks as the sweaty buck rolls off of her.

“You’re asking me that now?” Pumpkin asked shocked.

“We need something to talk about well you recover,” Pinkie Pie teased wiggling her post sex rump suggestively.

“That’s not what I mean,” Pumpkin laughed pushing her butt away. “I mean that was the first question your friends asked me when they hired me for you.”

“Forgive me for not asking the obvious silly willy,” Pinkie Pie beeps the buck on the nose.

“Well, I told them that my cutie mark is a circle,” Pumpkin answered.

“I can see that,” Pinkie Pie deadpanned.

“It means a circle of trust,” The buck continued, “My special talent is to get ponies to open up to me. In my life I have done many jobs. I like doing many different jobs because you meet so many ponies.”

“How old are you?” Pinkie Pie remarks.

“Before I came here,” Pumpkin paused, “Older then you.”

Pinkie Pie found out she was pregnant a month later. Five months after that, The mare walks into a butcher shop.

“Hey Stake Leaf what's new in stock?” The pink pony asks A brown pony buck with a leaf green mane.

“Well other then our normal beef we have a nice pig that died from a building collapse. We have a lamb that was executed as a criminal,” Stake Leaf answers.

“Oh, What did he do?” Pinkie Pie wondered.

“Let’s see,” The pony buck looks at his manifest, “Killed his wife and new born.”

“New born?” Pinkie raises an eye brow, “You have veal then?”

“Oh, sorry that was bought this morning,” Stake Leaf replied.

Pinkie Pie gives a disappointed look. Suddenly she winces in pain holding her stomach.

“Pinkie Are you okay?” Stake Leaf asks concerned.

Blood runs down the mare's leg, “Call an ambulance!” She cries before passing out in a pool of her own blood.

She later wakes up in a hospital bed. Achamilla came to see her personally.

“What happened to me?” Pinkie Pie asks.

“You had a miscarriage,” The yellow pony answers sadly.

“You mean something happened to my baby!” Pinkie Pie shrieks.

Achamilla takes a step away. Pinkie starts crying into her knees. Pumpkin came into the room. He holds his mare in his arms and tears up with her.

Within a year of that Pumpkin and Pinkie Pie married. She became pregnant again.

Pinkie Pie was sitting in a seat at a Ministry council meeting looking over some papers. Applebloom, Achamilla, Rarity, Lighting Dust, Witchcart with Scootaloo at the end were discussing maters of Silent Ponyville.

“We need to find ways to boost the farm animal population to keep up with the consumption of the pony population,” Applebloom states to the council.

“My division has had recent developments in drugs that can increase fertility and can even reverse sterileness in individuals,” Achamilla answers, “Heck we have disigns for machines that can impregnate females without sex and using little genetic material.”

“We just passed a law stating that all female farm animals need to produce at least two batches of young,” Scootaloo points out, “Implementing this artificial impregnation initiative could easily fall under that.”

“This seems very unethical at this point,” Rarity remarks off hoofly.

Scootaloo and Applebloom give each other a glance.

“Ethics doesn’t matter,” Scootaloo replied, “Our goal is to bring back the pony races to a happy and carefree time before the war. What happens behind the scenes to keep that illusion running is incontradictal to them Miss ‘Zebras are the scum of the earth’. Keep in mind, I’m Luna’s Vice, Her second in command. My word is her word.”

Rarity ducks her head shamefully,

“Scootaloo, another low blow like that and some very interesting and compromising pictures of you and Luna just may get leaked to the press,” Pinkie Pie sings well balancing her hoof on top of a blue pen. “We all did things that we are not proud of back then.”

“And some we are not proud of now,” Lighting Dust smirked.

“Can with put extra focus on the goats?” Witchcart continues the conversation track, “I have some magical gene manipulation projects involving milk proteins.”

“I don’t see an issue,” Scootaloo shrugs, “What are we going to do with the pony population. The immortal issue is going to cause some problems.”

“I don’t think the general public is going to handle population control like the farm animals,” Lighting Dust remarks.

“I can market it in a good light,” Rarity replies.

“But we have plenty of space and materials?” Applebloom points out, “Do we really need to go to this just yet?”

“Also studies show that young born from the immortals may not be immortal themselves,” Achamilla adds.

“That coincides with the theories of my division,” Witchcart adds as well, “It was seeing the Bible that made us immortal. With the Bible covered up by clouds there can’t be anymore immortals.”

“And Luna controls the skies,” Scootaloo smirks.

“But still,” Applebloom objects.

“We need to keep the balance between the farm animal population and the pony populous,” Scootaloo tells her, “That balance has already been upset and we need to rectify it as soon as possible.”

“Then how would you like to approach?” Appleboom says sarcastically, “One filly per couple? Heavy screening of DNA?” She gives Witchcart a glare. “Exception to those who can pay extra?”

“A child is a gift and should be treated like one,” Pinkie Pie mumbles to herself.

“What was that?” Scootaloo asks perking her ears toward Pinkie Pie.

“Children should be a gift given to ponies, Not some arbitrarily thing passed out by the government,” Pinkie Pie snaps.

“Do you have any better suggestions?” Scootaloo replied.

“A gift passed out by the government?” Rarity rubs her chin in thought, “Like a lottery?”

Scootaloo laughs, “I like the word lottery.”

“So that’s it?” Applebloom states, “You’re just going to hand out random birth certificates?”

“Ponies could trade them with each other,” Rarity adds, “A chance to have a child has a different value to different people.”

“Imagine the surprise on their faces,” Pinkie Pie smiles. Suddenly she passes out.

“Pinkie Pie, are you okay?” Rarity shouts.

Blood stains Pinkie’s chair red.

Later she awakes in the hospital. Achamilla looks back at her sadly.

Pinkie burst out crying.

“I heard you used to use Mint-als?” Achamilla asks.

“Yes, what does that have to do with anything?” Pinkie Pie sobbed.

“Mares with a history of heavy drug use have a higher chance of miscarrying,” Achamilla told her, “There are therapies I can give you to make your body more able to carry a fetus to term.”

“Please do it!” Pinkie Pie shouts.

“Well I can but Scootaloo is pushing the Birth Lottery Law already,” Achamilla explains, “By the time the therapy makes you ready to have another child the law would pass.”

“And I’ll have to wait for the lottery to hit me,” Pinkie Pie sighs.

Achamilla smiles, “Yeah, you wouldn’t buy a ticket and not let some other pony have a chance. You could try again without the therapy,” The yellow pony adds. “But another miscarriage would only do more damage may even kill you. I also suggest you take on a less stressful life.”

“You mean retire,” Pinkie Pie sighs in thought, “Could you do me a favor then?”

“For you yes,” Achamilla smirks.

“I been thinking of ways to help ponies with problems I had,” Pinkie Pie explains. “I need your, and Applebloom’s help.”

She asks Applebloom to make a recreation of her family's farm and asked Alchamlla to help her fund for a rehab center there. Pinkie Pie studies and becomes a consoler at the rehab center and she opens it.

One day there was a knock at her door. It was a Zebra colt. One of the rehab patients.

“Miss. Pinkie Pie, There is something you need to see,” He told her.

The Zebra leads Pinkie Pie to the back pasture. Standing there was some kind of two headed cow.

“What is it,” Pinkie remarks looking at one of the heads. It stared off drooling.

“I’m a Brahmin,” The other head answers, “That’s my stoop head, He doesn’t talk.”

“Where did you come from?” Pinkie Pie asked the thing.

“I’m from Equestria,” The Brahmin answers, “The last thing I remember are Raiders common down on me. Is this Heaven?”

“I don’t know,” Pinkie Pie answers.

Soon a team of ponies in suits shows up and takes the thing away. After making some calls Scootaloo picks Pinkie Pie up personally.

They went to a government building. It was a small prison with a dozen or so ponies.

“What is this place?” Pinkie Pie asks.

“I’m only showing you this, Telling you this out of respect for the rank you gave up,” Scootaloo answers, “Do you know what Slippers are?”

Pinkie Pie shakes her head “no”.

“Good, this is where we keep them,” Scootaloo replied with a smile, “As you may know I’m responsible for bringing ponies to this world. I did this by a soul net. When I died a signal was sent that's suppose to shut the net off. Not all of it did. Sometimes ponies who die out there slip through. We call them Slippers.”

“Why not allow all ponies to continue coming here?” Pinkie Pie asks.

“I have plans for a way to send us back to Equestria to populate,” Scootaloo answers, “Besides without careful planning our resources my become stretched.”

Two more years pass,Pinkie Pie becomes pregnant again. Then the farm riots happened. The farm animals attacked the Piefeild Farm.

It started with an explosion. Pinkie Pie jumped out of bed. She looked out of the window to see buildings on fire.

“We are under attack!” Somepony shouts.

She runs down stairs to see farm animals attacking and killing patients.

Ka-Blam!

Pumpkin shot a cow dead. A chicken jumps him and tries to scratch and peck at his flank. He rams himself against the wall and the chicken dies with a crunch. The brown buck gives one final shot taking out a charging goat.

“Pinkie!” Pumpkin tosses the pink mare a revolver.

She stares at the thing in her hooves. She didn’t look at it long because three bulls crashed into the building. Pumpkin got one shot off as he was gored. Pinkie Pie screams and empties the revolver into one of the bulls killing it. The last bull slams against the pregnant mare stunning her. He stomps his hoof down on her stomach and a sharp pain goes through her belly.

“Stop!” A cow orders, “We could use her.”

The impact triggers Pinkie Pie into labor racking her body with pain. She could see that Pumpkin lay dead on the ground.

They tossed Pinkie into a room leaving her alone with her labors. For hours she begs them to let her out. Then cries for help as she starts to birth.

The foal slips out of her. It was quiet. Pinkie gets to her feet and nudges the motionless creature with her muzzle. Tears fill her eye she pushes it with her nose even harder. The pink mare bursts out crying and takes the dead foal in her hooves.

Another two days past before they opened the door. Pinkie Pie was weak and lethargic when Applebloom came upon her. She gasps seeing the dead foal still in the mare’s arms.

“You bastards!” Applebloom screamed at the guard.

“She’s still alive,” The farm animal replied.

“Get me some water and remove that thing,” Applebloom orders.

Water was put up to the pink earth pony’s muzzle. She drinks greedily and tries and fails to talk with a groan. They helped Pinkie to her feet and took her away.

Well she recovered, Pinkie Pie falls into a deep depression. Rarity takes the girl in. She had her committed after the first suicide attempt.

Pinkie Pie stays there for years. The more time passes the less and less her friends come to see her.

One night the filly came.

“Who are you?” Pinkie Pie asked curled up in her room.

“I’m Pinkie Bell,” The little girl cheered.

“Don’t make fun of me kid,” Pinkie Pie snaps.

“Oh no, I’m not,” Pinkie Bell answered, “I’m your biggest fan.”

Pinkie Pie paused, “Okay, At this point I’m here because I want to be here. I gave up on the world. If I started seeing strange fillies I have a more valid reason to be here.”

“I came here from Littlepip,” Pinkie Bell explains.

“Ah, yes Littlepip,” Pinkie Pie nods her head, “I almost forgot she was watching me.”

“I want you to be my mommy,” Pinkie Bell told Pinkie Pie.

The mare gives a horrified look, “Sorry kid I can’t.”

“If you let me fuse with you I can be inside you like a baby foal,” Pinkie Bell answers.

“You’re saying you can turn yourself into my own baby?” Pinkie Pie's ears perks up.

“Yes,” Pinkie Bell answers

The mare thinks about it. "I wish to be normal. I want to honor my husband by making a life. It was the thing that was out of our reach.”

“When we become one we will be a new life,” Pinkie Bell smiles.

“My body is yours,” Pinkie Pie sighs.

In a flash Pinkie Bell turns into pink fluid and enters Pinkie Pie from under her tail. The pink pony screams out, her stomach visibly swishing and turning. Her head whooshes. The room fills with a strong paint smell. The sounds of screams could be heard outside.

Pinkie stumbles out of her room. Ponies were running as their skin melted off. Not just their skin but their color. Pinkie Pie looks at her hooves, they where dripping off her bones. She screams at the sight.

All the pony goo came to gather and fused around Pinkie Pie. My will felt strange, Whatever had been holding me all these years started loosening its grip.

I did what you could be called struggling to knock myself free. Some kind of lock was broken in my head. I thought of the image of God.

I could hear myself scream. I was pulling myself out of Pinkie Pie’s body. Dashit stood there in shock.

The clouds in the sky rip apart before me. The blue light that ponies called God and the gods call Bible came down from the sky. Its beauty rips me from Pinkie Pie’s body.

“What are you!” Pinkie Pie screams.

“I’m the light bringer,” I one lined.

“Help me!” Pinkie Pie snaps at Dashit.

“Well, you see there’s a problem with that,” Dashit replied, “Why shouldn’t I let you two duke it out? If she kills you. I’m free, and all I’m going to do is kill her. If you kill her then I don’t care what happens next. You can even combine this body’s old head with it and I wouldn’t care.”

“Very well then I’ll take things in my own hooves!” Pinkie Pie shouts.

Hundreds of Spritebots enter the area.

“Thats my que to leave,” Dashit flies off.

The Spritebots turns to Sexcasters. I orgasm hard, paralyzing me.

“Please tell me where Cherry Emerald is,” I managed to scream out.

“Worried that she’s hearing my fun fun funny machines?” Pinkie Pie points at a shed off in the distance, “She’s in there, I guess she could hear them from inside.”

“Thank you, my ears had served their purpose,” My eyes glow green as I use my telekinetic magic on my ear drums. They made a quick sharp ring as they exploded. Blood leaks from my ear holes.

“What are you doing!” Pinkie Pie shouts as I stand to my feet.

“My virtue is sacrifice!” I shouted as I walked toward the pink blob pony, “It took me the sight of God to remember that. With sacrifice comes some perks.”

“I still have my color!” Pinkie Pie screams, the power of God allowing me to know what she was saying.

Pinkie Pie sends out the colored blobs of pony souls she stole. My eyes glow deep red.

“These ponies are your blood,” I smirked, “I have a power over blood.” All of the colored blob ponies solidified.

“No, No, this can’t be!” Pinkie Pie screams scared.

“Like a child you think it’s fun to scare ponies,” I snapped, “Time for you to be scared of me.”

“No, No, leave me alone you monster!” The pony cries.

I rip the pink goo off the pony down the middle. Before me couched a scared little lavender and blond filly.

“Please don’t hurt me,” Silver Bell cries.

I replied by giving her a gentle smile and touching her with my horn. In a flash of light the filly turns into a little statue of Pinkie Pie. It falls to the ground and shatters into dust.

“I see something in you,” Pinkie Pie's voice echoes as the sparkles fade away, “Its like a spark I seen in Twilight, but your spark is brighter and on fire.”

I staggered my way to the shed and unlocked it with my magic. It swings open and I peered into the darkness.

"The God’s Bible fuck me in the infinite infinity of the universe,” I said in shock as I stared at myself. “Of course.”

The other me gives me a gentle look.

“Your Cherry Emerald?” I asked.

“Yes,” The other me replied, “The form I take is the one you needed to see.”

“Why do I need to see myself?” I remarked.

“So you could find me,” The me crossed her horn with my horn.

The two of us emit a bright flash of light.

I awake,
_
FOOT NOTE:
Alternate Ending triggered if Littlepip never escapes Pinkie Pie.
_

Homage kisses Littlepip’s unconscious body as she lies in the SPP control pod. When she tries to pull away to her shock her lips fused to Littlepips lips.

She struggles and screams to pull away. When her hooves touched Littlepip’s body they sunk in. Pulling her hooves away only made the flesh stretch like puddy.

The pony slips into the pod. Her and Littlepip become one throbbing mass of flesh. Soon the mass stops moving.