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Convergence Series: Journeys

by TheGreatEater

Chapter 30: Chapter 29: Pinkie Pie: Cakes and Parties

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Pinkie Pie was aware of warmth and love wrapped around her. Floating in a sea of tranquility. It was a sense of peace that she could never remember feeling before, but felt some how eerily familiar. It’s warmth spread through the cracks of her shattered psyche filling them with their healing light. While here she saw her double, but one of such purity that it shone with a beautiful aura.




“Listen my little party pony. I know that you are hurting. But I’ll make everything better. Right now your friend Apple Jack is nuzzling you and doing her best to comfort you. It’s time to heal you.”




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This memory was a mixture of memories. Both from the spell and in real life. Pinkie Pie was horrified when she heard the Apple’s were preparing for 'the harvest'. She snuck on to their farm hiding in squirrel holes as she watched them. But to her amazement all they did was kick, or what they called buck, trees.




She watched them for ages. Hoping against hope that she wouldn’t have to see another pony get killed. And even though she watched them non-stop. They never killed anyone for their trees.




In reality she suppressed her memories of what she was taught about the harvest. And replaced it with happier memories of what she saw from Apple Jack. It made her so happy that beautiful things could be grown without murder that she secretly wished that she was born into the Apple family rather than what she was forced to live in.




In the spells memories that was nearly a reality. She learned how to work with the earth without sacrificing others. Just like she asked her father all those years ago. She made beautiful things, and learned wonderful things. She didn’t worry about the killings that took place in her past. More importantly she healed from those wounds. Opening up to Granny Smith and Big Mac. While they were horrified and outraged it wasn’t aimed at Pinkie Pie. But rather what her family had subjected her too.




Through them she was healed. Through the truth she was set free. It was one of the greatest moments of her life. To let go of that pain she held for so long, and know that she wasn’t hated for what she was forced to partake in. What she was forced to witness as a foal. She was loved and she was family. In her eyes she was still family. Even though they didn’t remember any of those memories.




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Pinkie Pie mumbled that she loved Apple Jack as her shivering slowed slightly. She wiggled her body closer to Apple Jack as she was nuzzled. Her double looked at her in the sea of light that she was swimming in. “Pinkie Pie you suffered much pain at my hooves before you promised to work on being honest with yourself. In that moment you purified me but your mind is still healing from what you dealt with.”




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Pinkie Pie was surrounded by her friends feeling their love for her as she was washed in memories, but unlike earlier where she was shown the negative here she felt the opposite. She felt all the joy and love she lent to others. All the happiness as she hooked up couples, and gave a sanctuary of joy from the darkness of the outside world.




She couldn’t connect with ponies in a normal way. But through her parties ponies liked her, they talked to her, and most important of all she could connect with them. Yes she did annoy them from time to time. But more than not she put a smile on their face. She knew everything about Everypony and it was through this that she knew just what a pony needed.




Even in the darker periods of Pinkie Pie’s life she gave of herself to make those around her happy. And it paid off. All of Ponyville and those whom she met after her escape from the farm had became her friends. Some more than others, but eventually she won others over. It was her greatest source of joy besides the sonic rainboom. That joy, that unconditional love she held towards all ponies grew within her and while her mind was not healed completely it was at least put back together.




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Pinkie Pie had spent two months on the run eating grass from the ground. It wasn’t as nutritious as hay, or normal food. But it was at least enough to keep her from dying from hunger. By the time she settled in Ponyville her ribs were starting to show and her strength from rock farming was starting to ween. But the biggest pain for her was the loneliness. No pony there to be with her. No pony to acknowledge her existence. It was torture. As she walked into Ponyville she thought that she would fade away, and part of her thought that would be preferable to living with the horrors from the rock farm.




That night she decided to sleep behind a building shaped like cake with a cupcake ontop. It made her mouth water, but she found it strangely comforting as she slept by the garbage can. It was late into the night when Mrs. Cake went to throw out the trash for the night she noticed the sleeping Pinkie Pie. She felt a tinge of sorrow looking at this poor foal that looked like it hadn’t had a good meal in ages curled in a shivering ball by her shop. She went quietly inside and got her husband.




Mr. Cake was her highschool sweet heart, and they married shortly after they graduated. But in the ten years of marriage they were unable to have children of their own. When they both looked down at the sleeping filly they decided that they would take her in. Even if it was only for a little while. They didn’t know her story, and that didn’t matter to them. What did was that this adorable filly was sleeping in the streets, half starved, and they wouldn’t let her stay out in the cold.




Mrs. Cake gave Pinkie Pie a little shake waking her up. As Pinkie sleepily looked up at the smiling face of Mrs. Cake she gave a loud squeak. “Hello deary. I’m Mrs. Cake, what would your name be?”




“Pinkamena Diane Pie” She said in a strangled whisper. Mostly due to fear and having not spoken in months.




“Well Pinkamena that is a beautiful name. Would you like to come on inside? We can let you have a warm meal and a nice warm bed to sleep in. That is if you’d like.”




“Yes please ma’am that would be most wonderful.”




“Well than come on in.”




They sat Pinkie Pie down and warmed up some food and gave her a cup of milk. After gorging down on thirty cookies, twenty cupcakes, half a germane chocolate cake, and 4 cups of milk. Pinkie Pie lay in a food coma on top of the table. She had never in all her life ate such an extravagant feast.




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Pinkie felt a consoling nuzzle on her neck. By this time her coat turned into a dull grey and a smile crept onto her lips. The feeling of being sandwiched between two ponies reminded her of her first morning at the Cakes.




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She woke up from her food coma as the suns rays fell upon her, she noticed that she was snuggled between Mr. and Mrs. Cake, the warmth and comfort emanating from them was more than what she was used to. She cried silently into their coats as she closed her eyes wiggling closer to Mrs. Cake. It was truly a luxury compared to her spartan lifestyle.




She fell back asleep in their arms and woke up much later after they had left to get started in the shop. She crept silently down the stairs seeing the shop busy with customers. While she wasn’t the best cook, she knew how to cook cakes, cupcakes, muffins, and breads. She walked up to Mr. Cake, “Hello sir, I’d like to repay you for your kindness. If you’d like I can help cook?”




“You can help if you’d like, but you don’t owe us anything. We helped because we wanted to.”




Giving a slight nod. She walked into the kitchen where she spent the rest of the day helping them out with the food. The recipes she didn’t know she learned quickly thanks to her training in learning from the PFHA. After the customers left for the rest of the day. It was from that day onwards that she started her life with the Cakes. Helping around the shop, and learning the trade.




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Her first party was weeks later after learning the trade and working to carry her weight. She felt the pull of her destiny to make ponies smile. So she threw a “Thank you for taking me in and being superduperuberlyfantasically awesome” party. The room was decorated with simple yellow and red streamers. A table full of special cakes that she made just for them, and a giant card that she made for them.




When they came down that morning. Their jaws dropped as they saw the party made just for them. Pinkie Pie jumped out from behind them, “SURPRISE! I made a party for you because you’ve all been so kind to me and I wanted to say thank you. But then I thought that words wouldn’t be enough, so I thought that a card would be nice. But then I thought that it would be nice if I made you something for being so kind since a card wasn’t enough to say thank you enough. So I then decided to throw you a party and here we are! Do you like it? Do ya? Do ya?”




She was bouncing up and down on the spot from her excitement at making her unofficial new parents happy. She watched as they looked at the card, tears of happiness coming down their face and huge smiles that practically split their faces. They walked over to Pinkie Pie and wrapped her in a group hug.




“Oh Pinkie Pie it is a wonderful party. We really do like it. When you said that your special talent was throwing parties and making ponies happy we were waiting for you to become comfortable to show it. And we are so happy that you did.” Mrs. Cake said nuzzling Pinkie affectionately.




From that moment on with their continued praise and support she came further and further out of her shell. Throwing parties for ponies. Using her photographic memory to know what made every pony she met happy. It was through her that Lyra and Bon-bon first hooked up. Where Mayor Mare reconciled with her husband William Wright the towns official scribe. Through her laughter, good cheer, and parties. She was responsible for a fifth of all the couples in Ponyville as well as the socialization that led to numerous friendships that owed their founding in a Pinkie Pie Party.




And all the while the Cakes held a tremendous sense of pride in their unofficial daughter. Everyone who knew the Cakes thought of her as the same, and in time Pinkie Pie became the official greeter for new ponies in Ponyville. With Mayor Mare giving a small chunk of bits to help fund the events that Pinkie Pie threw that weren’t covered by commissions.




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When she heard what Apple Jack told her, about her feeling for her as a sister. She felt that she was more than that, but decided that it was best to keep it friendly After all Apple Jack was the only one to save her. Her family was a secondary family compaired to the Cakes whom she felt of as her real family. So opening her eyes she looked at her hero, her friend, a pony that she felt a special bond with and did the hardest thing she could do. And thanked her for at least feeling that way towards her. After saying her good byes she walked side by side with Apple Jack into the light.

Next Chapter: Chapter 30: Twilight Sparkle: Fears Estimated time remaining: 1 Hour, 18 Minutes
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