Swiftpen woke up Monday morning and opened his door to find a note on his doorstep. It was an odd, small note. The hoofwriting seemed half terrible, half great, which was very strange to see. The note simply read- When you're with Pinkie today, suggest pranking. It was unsigned and quite random. He didn't know whether to trust the note or not, but figured that anyone who knew where he lived could not be a bad pony that meant to instill strife in his life. He took the paper, placed it on his desk, and went about his morning before he would meet up with Pinkie at his house. He got lost in thought over what could be the matter often.
It was 10:00 am, and Swiftpen was naturally in his house preparing for the pink mare's arrival. She came, unsurprisingly on-time. She had another awkward-nervous look on her face, and it took much longer for it to disappear. Swiftpen decided that that would be a good time to take the note's advice.
"So... Pinkie, would you like to go.. pranking today?" Her face lit up in an odd manner. Startled and happy.
"Why... of COURSE I would, Swifty! Where should we start? I never knew you liked to mess around with ponies!" Swiftpen's day was instantly brightened up by Pinkie leaving her unusual mood.
"Umh.. I'm quite new to this, I assure you.. How about Applejack? She appreciates a good joke, and I'm sure it wouldn't be too difficult." She seemed to be concocting a plan already.
"I have just the thing in mind!"
Applejack smiled knowingly as she saw the two ponies snooping around near her, but tried to hide it, knowing that both of them had no idea that she had gave Swiftpen the idea of pranking. She figured that they would all have a good laugh about it in around a month, long after Applejack had won her bet with Rainbow Dash. She knew a thing or two about hesitation.
She was glad that they hadn't started with Rarity, as she had helped write the note, after many failed attempts by the farm mare's hooves and mouth. Swiftpen was honestly quite terrible at being stealthy, as being truthful was his specialty, but she was still glad to see Pinkie and the author stallion enjoying their time together.
Applejack was really quite surprised that Swiftpen had not realized by now. All the other mares found it quite obvious, especially when Pinkie pulled an "emergency mare meeting" on the last Wednesday and Thursday and asked for advice.
She was also intrigued about the fact that Pinkie never heard the secret that Rainbow Dash was told by the writer. She was ironically the only one who didn't know it, and considering its nature, it may be better if she either finds out soon or not at all.
Swiftpen and Pinkie Pie went around causing controlled and non-damaging practical jokes, having tons of fun despite the stallion's inexperience. The mare was back to her hyper and silly self, and Swiftpen much liked it that way. He hoped that old Pinkie was here to stay. Later, as the author pony was walking Pinkie home, he decided to ask her a question.
"Say, Pinkie, what was it that you were so... off.. about on Friday? I'm sure I could understand any possible reason you may have." She suddenly blushed for a second and obviously faked a small smile.
"I... er.. really like the fact that you're so worried about me, but.. umh, everything is fine! Tip-top shape! Nothing happened! Good night Swifty!" She suddenly ran away to Sugarcube Corner, as they were fairly close in the first place.
Swiftpen started to slowly trot home after regaining his composure, still worrisome of what the mare's problem was. It couldn't have anything to do with me, could it? He wondered in the chilly night air. He suddenly felt a forceful gust. It was gone as soon as it had came. He figured nothing of it and went home.
The next day, after he read the newspaper, he was forced to return to his home. He practically spit out his coffee when he read it, but held back, knowing that he would embarrass himself in a public place like that. He left a note on his door for Pinkie, knowing that she would come around soon.
This actually happened quite often to him, especially around a week after his publicity appearances. Rumors would spread, and eventually make its way into the paper, where it would catch like wildfire. Even in a small town like Ponyville, he wouldn't be safe. Good thing he hadn't introduced himself to any ponies that weren't the Princess' friends. He had to lie low for around a week. He wondered if Pinkie would still spend time with him, even in his small, reclusive house. He supposed he just had to wait until she would come, if she did.