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One Step, Pink Step

by David Silver

Chapter 2: 2 - A Full Circle, the Pink Story Begins

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I began to lose track of time, which wasn't hard. Time didn't really exist the way most ponies thought. William and the others were gone. They were gone the moment I left the bubble. I was left to swim, or more kind of float forward, through the void. The weird feelings were getting stronger and stronger. I was still pretty sure I was going the right way.

Something was coming. It felt familiar. Looking up in the direction I thought it was coming from showed nothing at first, until it was practically on top of me. This huge roiling ball of energy roared in my ears as it crashed into me. I tried to grab it and deflect it, but it's harder to grab onto a bunch of energy than you'd think, let me tell you.

I could feel the raw 'stuff' of Twilight, Celestia, Cadance, and Luna course through me as I flailed, trying to get the energy to move the way I wanted to. I didn't. The ball passed over me, bounced off course, but not the way I tried to throw it, and it left me behind. I felt all strange and throbby as the other stuff in there, smaller but way more of them, the essence of all those guards, and even little Spike jumbled around inside of me. Now, I know ponies say they'll be with you in spirit, but this was the most literal way of it I'd ever felt.

I tried to focus on that quickly fading ball. The way it was heading, it'd hit their world about... almost a year ago. Had I changed anything? Something twisted inside of me and I let out a loud shriek. At least I thought it was loud? I had nothing to compare it to, but I knew that it hurt, a lot! Maybe this hadn't been one of my better ideas. At least I was heading towards the same place, but I was so far off... When would I end up? Maybe a little, maybe a lot, I really didn't know. Nothing for it but to wait to land.

Darkness fell over me as I passed out. The void's just not a fun place for a pony to be, let me tell you. I can't recommend it as a vacation destination, and I'm afraid I have to leave this negative review.

I woke up to a hand gently running down my back. Did I make it? I must have! Or a human got stuck in the void with me. That would be just awful. I opened my eyes to see a human mare doting over me. We were inside somewhere. I was on something soft. I turned my head to get a good look at it and she jumped back with surprise.

"Oh! You're awake. Don't be scared, little strange horse. I'm not going to hurt you," she said with her hands held up in a placating way before she offered one and rubbed a few fingers together. I wasn't sure what that gesture meant, but she seemed friendly.

I raised a hoof and waved at her as I slowly sat up. The room spun around me and I realized I was really dizzy. "Woah, uh, hi there!"

She recoiled all over again. Was it something I said? "You can talk?!" Yes, yes it was.

I nodded carefully, trying to keep the room still for a moment. "Yeah, 'course I can. My name's Pinkie." I flopped over onto my side. It was so much easier when I was laying down. That trip really took a lot out of me. "What's your name?"

She edged a little closer once I was laying down. "I'm Emma... What are you?" She reached out a hand but didn't touch me, she looked a little scared to go ahead. I curled a little and nuzzled her hand. She relaxed at that. How can you be scared of anything that nuzzles you? You can't be! It's a fact.

Emma began to softly stroke over my snout and I relaxed. Being pet there felt really nice! I didn't hang out with ponies that had fingers that often, but if they gave pettings like that, maybe I should make a habit. "Are you hungry? What do you even eat? Grass?"

I looked at her hand cross-eyed as it continued to gently pet and scratch at my snout. "Grass is alright, but kinda plain. Do you have any cupcakes?"

She laughed with something that sounded like suprise. "A cupcake, seriously? What flavor?"

Ooo, I could have whatever flavor I wanted?! "Well, since you're asking. I'm really in the mood for something chocolate, with a little carrot mixed in. Thanks!"

Emma shook her head slowly and began to pet over my chest and belly. "I don't have cupcakes here right now, but I can go get some. Chocolate I'm pretty sure I can manage, but no promises on the carrot. So why is a magical, talking, and not to mention pink, stallion doing in the middle of the city?"

Stallion? I didn't sound like a stallion, and my face wasn't shaped like one. Why would she think I was a stallion? I looked myself over. Pretty pink fur, check. Frizzy mane, check. Big stallion bits... check? I sat up onto my haunches and looked at it. It was a big pink tube, with, uh, jewels to match. I could compare myself to Big Mac, but that seemed kinda rude. I gently nudged those new parts out of the way and could see I still had the bits I was born with. That was kind of a relief, and kind of not. I mean, I was supposed to be a mare, and I was, that was good, but I still had stallion bits, and that was... bad?

"Everything where it should be?" She sounded worried for me. Aw, she was a nice pony, I could already tell.

I nodded at her quickly, which was a mistake. The room began to lurch and shake around me and I slid back to my side. "I'm OK, I think. Would you, um, believe I didn't have that this morning? Was it this morning? Sorry, I kinda lost track of time."

Emma smiled. It was a nervous smile. "Are you alright, um, Pinkie was it? You're right, that is a female kind of name, I guess. So... You're a magical talking horse with gender dysphoria." She gave an almost hysterical laugh. "Of course. That makes perfect sense. I'm going to get some food and snacks. I assume you're fine with anything vegetarian, besides the cupcakes?"

I nodded, and she quickly gathered a few things on her way out. I had a feeling she needed some fresh air, and a chance to think. I relaxed quietly for a few moments, then that got boring. I slipped off the couch and up to my hooves. The dizziness was fading a little by a little. I raised one hoof at a time, looking myself over again. I had felt something twist before. Was that the feeling of that stallion bit, or something else? Everything else seemed right where it should be. I was Pinkie Pie! Now how would I get home...?

I began looking around her home, trying not to make too much of a mess. It wasn't polite to mess up other people's houses, especially when they weren't even there. This funny little box seemed to be like a crystal ball. It had pictures of people in it, doing odd things. It even had sound! My crystal ball didn't do all that. Humans have really good crystal ball technology.

I used to think mares and stallions were easy to tell apart, but humans were even easier. The females had those bumpy things on their front and were shaped all different. Easy peasy to tell a girl human from a boy human. Of course, the moment I thought that, the crystal ball showed me a human that looked kinda like a girl but also kinda like a boy and I really didn't know which it was. They didn't have the lumpy things that I could tell, but... Oops, there he or she goes. This crystal ball has a really short attention span. Maybe it was broken?

"You have mail," announced a new voice. I perked my ears and began looking around for it. I even tried calling for the new person. Was it another friend I could make? I found the source in the next room, where music also played faintly from another box, though that one was less of a box and more of a... it was kinda flat, with the picture on one side of it. It was like a window! I didn't know what to do with it though...

"Are you a friend?" I tried asking, but it didn't reply, except to tell me eventually that I had more mail. How could I even have mail?! Could Twilight send mail to me? That would be super keen!

I heard a door open and close. "Pinkie?" Emma was back!

I rushed out to greet her with a smile. She was laden with a few bags and I grabbed one and set it on the counter for her, but she looked surprised. "You can do that with your hair?"

Do what? Oh. "Sure, why not?"

"Why not..." She shook her head as she set down the rest of the bags and started putting food away. "You look better now. Are you feeling better?"

"Yepperoni. A lot better. This is a nice house you have here."

She stuffed some oranges into a bowl on the counter. They looked delicious. "Thank you, but it's an apartment, not a house. I'm not rich enough for a house."

Something occurred to me. "Did you carry me all the way in here?"

Emma blushed a little. "Kinda, yeah... You looked so cute and lonely. I thought you were lost, maybe hurt. I was calling around to any zoo and ranch I could find, but none of them were missing pink horses."

I giggled a little. "That's really sweet of you! I am kinda lost, but I don't work for any zoos or ranches." I waved dismissively at her as I stood on my other three hooves. "You're stronger than you look though. I'm not the lightest pony around." Cupcakes and sweet treats did not help a mare stay svelte and sleek, but who wants that when you could be soft and cuddly? Those mares Rarity hung out with were just a little scary in some ways.

Emma reached over and tapped me on the nose. "I was more surprised no one else noticed what I was doing and called the police on me. Do you have any idea how hard it is to get a sleeping horse into an elevator?"

I rushed for a window and peeked out. We were not on the ground floor, or even the tenth floor. I could see a huge human city spread out under me in all directions with buildings that easily matched, if not beat, Manehattan. It just seemed to go on forever! Gosh, these humans sure did love to build...

"Nice view, isn't it?" Emma got the last of the groceries put away. "Sorry to ask this, but it's kind of important, so... you're house trained, right?"

I burst into a fit of giggles. "Of course I am, Silly Emma." I pulled myself away from that fantastic sight to look for her bathroom. There it was! The toilet inside was clearly made for a human, but I could make it work. "I'll be fine." That was when I remembered I had a new part hanging off of me. Did I... through it? Or the old way? Maybe this was going to be more complicated than I thought.

Author's Notes:

Welcome, Pinkie! You are the star now. Congratulations!

May your adventure be full of interesting typos.

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