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>But the sharp jawline, the slightly smaller eyes, the stouter barrel - that was all new.
>A few fragile moments pass as you try to re-start your mind.
>“Nonny?” he called to you, combing his eyes over your bewildered face. “S-Say something, ya big goofball.”
>Huh…?
>Oh! Right.
>Words.
“…How d’ya do, ponka-roo?”
>Your half of the cheeky sing-song greeting fell flat, but it was the best you could do, considering the fact that you were one electric current away from short-circuiting.
>Pinkie’s ears fell back flat against his head, seemingly insecure after having picked up on your blunder.
>“Feelin’ fine, ‘Non-O-mine,” he sang back, several octaves deeper than you were used to.
>Several hard blinks later, you shook your brain free of its inhibiting crust and knelt down to hug him, arms outstretched.
>He met you in kind, deceptively firm hooves pulling you snugly against his chest.
>You inhaled gently as the embrace reached crescendo; the usual fragrance of berries and frosting now carried a hint of musk along with it.
>It all made you so… /heady/.
>Both of your heads draped over each others’ shoulders, you spoke softly to him.
“Are you alright, babe?”
>The long-practiced pet name felt odd, even though it shouldn’t have.
>“Yeah, I’m alright!” he said, perking up as you both untangled yourselves. “I'm still getting used to the voice, and the extra muscles feel weird, but my Pinkie Sense still works, so it’s not all bad! I thought I’d be having an identity crisis or two by now.”
>He giggled, and you did your best to laugh in tandem.
“No side effects, yeah? Tongue’s still the right size and all?”
>Rather than offer you a verbal reply, he simply stuck his tongue out at you in all of his usual candor.
>That’s your Pinkie, clear as day.
>You pinched it as household custom dictates, which returns some gusto to his smile.
>“We’ll leave you two be,” Twilight chimed in as she and Rarity stood from their seats and started for the front door. “We should be getting back to Zecora to see if we can help with the reversal potion.”
“Be safe, you two,” you replied. “Pop by if you’ve got any updates for us.”
“Not to worry, Anonymous,” Rarity beamed. “We’ll be back at the earliest opportunity. Ta-ta for now, dearies!”
>“Bye, girls!” Pinkie shouted as he waved them out. “See ya soon!”
>The house fell silent as the latch clicked back into place and the clip-clopping of hooves on tile ceased to be.
“I’m so glad you’re alright,” you sighed as you stood once more. “Did you have lunch yet? I can whip something up for you real quick if you want.”
>As if it were sentient, his comically loud grumbling stomach made his case for him.
>“I did, but I’m /waaaay/ hungrier than usual,” he replied enthusiastically, rubbing his belly with his forehoof. “But before that, I just, um…”
