A Vision in Pink

A Vision in Pink

Chapter 8:

Ring Pops

A pink muzzle shifted the office door open, as it creaked, and revealed the small office inside. It was quiet, small, and dainty, just as Celestia had told them. Celestia had said that Pinkie and Bubble could use the office to call all her important guests to come for the party that night. Next, two pink hooves tip-toed into the room, as Bubble then moved to the side to let Pinkie bounce in.

Bubble closed the door once Pinkie was inside the office. He the bounced over to the desk and spotted the telephone in the corner.

"Hey, Pinkie? You still have that list, right?" Bubble asked.

Pinkie let her hair unwrap the note from its pink tangled locks.

"Here it is!" Pinkie answered in her normal high pitched cheery voice.

Bubble picked up the note with his teeth as he sat in the desk chair.

He sat it onto the desk and opened it up once more.

"Okay, so, who should we call first?"

Pinkie thought hard. "Ooh! How about Cee Lo Green?"

"How do you talk to a hard-core rapper like him?"

Pinkie got closer to her friend in the desk chair.

"True." Pinkie answered as she tried to fit into Bubble's chair.

"Do you mind?"

"No! Not at all! I don't mind sharing my chair with anypony! Especially... you."

Pinkie smiled at her colt-friend, as they pulled off another deep kiss.

Bubble retreated back after a minute of mouth-to-mouth.

"Fine. Let's try... how about calling Fleur De Lis first? She might be easier to handle." Pinkie suggested.

"Okay!" Bubble answered as he dialed the number into the phone.

The small phone clanked as Bubble dialed each number, and then, once he was done, it started to ring, as Pinkie picked it up off the phone-holder and closened it to Bubble's ear.

The phone continued to ring, until finally it answered.

"Hello?" the model's sweet and soft voice called out from the phone.

"Hi! My name's Bubble Berry! And Celestia had sent me to call you and let you know that you are royally invited to the moon celebration tonight. ROYALLY. As in VIP." Bubble answered.

"Me? Why, what an honor! Thank you darling!"

Fleur De Lis blew a kiss through the phone.

"Okay! You're welcome! Bye!" Bubble then started to imitate Justin Timberlake, "See you at the party tonight!" and then hung up.

He turned to Pinkie, shocked to see her staring at him large-eyed.

"What?" Bubble asked.

Pinkie continued to stare.

And after a moment, Bubble could tell what she was thinking.

"You are a really good impressionist! It sounds just like if you were somepony else!"

"Thanks!"

"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" Pinkie asked.

Pinkie stared at Bubble.

"That we call some of the ponies back at Ponyville and imitate superstars and prank them to make them think that famous ponies are ACTUALLY calling them?"

"Yep! That's about the size of it!"

"The size of our egos!" Bubble joked as he picked up the phone again. "This will be SOOOO hillarious. Who should we call first?"

Pinkie thought again.

"Oooh! How about Lyra? That's 208-618-9955."

Bubble dialed in the numbers carefully as he waited for the other line to pick up.

"I know who i'll imitate for this one."

"Hello?" the harpist spoke into the other phoneline.

Bubble started his next impression.

"Hi, this is Jim Carrey, telling you that I am NOT green, and that I do NOT stink like a bag of bullcrap!"

Lyra was confused.

"Uhhhh..."

"But I know you are, Lyra! So, you're not alone!" Bubble teased as he then hung up.

Pinkie giggled.

"Try another one!"

"Okay! Oh, hey! I have a friend back home, his name is DJCol-3! I have his number!"

"That would be Vinyl! Sure! Let's call her next!"

Bubble dialed in a number and picked up the phone. As suspected, the female version of the DJ picked up.

"Yo! What's up bro? This is DJPon3 or Vinyl Scratch talkin' to ya right now, how may I help you? Want me to rock of my hot music swag at your next party?"

Bubble smiled as he then started his next impression.

"Yo, Vinyl, this Usher calling you to ask you if you're doing anything tonight?"

"Wha-Wai-USHER?!?!"

"Heck yes."

"Oh. My. Celestia! No! No I'm not doing anything tonight!"

"You know you want me!"

"Of course I do! I want you!"

"Really?"

"YES!"

"Well, YOU CAN'T HAVE ANY OF THIS, SUCKER!"

"WAI-"

Bubble hung up.

"Wait! Let me try one this time!" Pinkie suggested as she picked up the phone and dialed a number.

She was calling Big Macintosh.

The phone rang, until finally he picked up the other line.

"Eeyup?"

"Yo! This is Nicki Minaj! This is Big Macintosh, am I right?"

"Eeyup!"

"So umm, I heard you like eatin' apples right?"

"Eeyup!"

"And you brother of that Western Chic? Whas her name? Applejack, right?"

"Eeyup!"

"Okay, well, tell you what, I'll pay ya ten million if ya call that Fluttershy girl and call her sexy and hot. Deal?"

Big Macintosh hung up, and then a phone in the distance started to ring. They could here from outside the office, Fluttershy walking down the hallway of the castle answering the phone.

The two party ponies walked over to the door and pressed their ears against it.

"Hello?" Fluttershy called out into her phone.

She listened for a moment as she then paused with a stare in utter shock, and then she did something very unexpected.

"PERVERT!!!!!!!!!!!!!" the pegasus yelled out as she then threw the phone into the air and used her wings to harshly slap the phone through a window, glass shatering from the castle, as the phone caught on fire and flew onto a fancy mare's new hat and perfectly curled mane.

The two party ponies giggled as they quickly ran over to the window in the office, watching the phone on flames crashing on the mare's hair.

"AHHHHH! FIRE! OH SWEET CELESTIA! GET IT OFF! GET IT OFF! GET IF OFFFFF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Pinkie and Bubble laughed hard.

"Ooh! Try Cherilee next!"

Bubble picked up the phone as Pinkie told him the number of the schoolteacher. He dialed it in, and waited.

"Yes?"

Bubble tried a Steve Carrell impression.

"Hello. This is Gru. I was wondering if you have seen my minions."

Cherilee was really confused.

"I'm sorry sir, do you have the right number?"

"Of course I have de right number! This is Cherilee the school teacher, am I right?"

"Well, yes-"

"And you're an earth pony living in Ponyville, am I correct?"

"Yes, that too-"

"Then where are my minions?! Have you seen them?!"

"Look sir, if this is a prank or something, it is NOT funn-"

"YOUR MOM'S A PRANK!"

Bubble hung up again.

Pinkie was laughing hard again.

"One more!"

Bubble picked up the phone for the last time, and started to dial a number, he knew who he was going to call for his finale.

He was going to call Luna.

"Yes? This is Princess Luna, how may I help you?"

Bubble decided to do the Annoying Orange for his last prank call.

"Hey Luna! Hey Luna!"

"Yes?"

"You look moon-y! Tee hee!"

"I know it's you, Bubble" a voice called out as the two quickly turned around.

There was Princess Luna standing in the doorway of the office, smiling, as she held her cellphone near her ears with the magic from her horn.

"Doing prank calls, I see?"

"Sorry, your majesty!" Bubble pleaded.

"It's quite allright. Celestia told me you two would be in here making calls for the special guests to come to my party tonight."

"Oh, right! We were just getting to that-"

"But I hope you two don't mind, that Twilight had just sent me a note asking for you two to go with them at the mall for a moment, you see, Celestia told them you two were done decorating, and she asked if you two could go with them to get something. I think they said something about getting fixed up for the party..."

"Oh! Ok!" Pinkie answered.

"Where's the mall?" Bubble asked.

"Downtown. If you'd like I shall teleport you two there." Luna offered.

"Thank you Luna!"

"All right then, stay still! Hold hooves! And-" Luna muttered as she got her horn ready for teleporting.

The two bubblegum ponies twisted their hooves with one another as they heard a zap, and then disapeared from the small office. Heading for the mall.

Pinkie Pie and Bubble Berry appeared onto the concrete sidewalk outside of the mall, as they then looked up. They haven't seen the mall that their friends were shopping at yet, so this was the first time they've seen it. It was large, yet luxurious-looking. It was a fine beauty of architecture, and decor. The two ponies got up and walked up the steps, as they then bounced through the sliding doors of one of the entering compartments.

"Oh! Pinkie! Bubble! There you two are!" Twilight called out as she saw her friends come in.

"Hey Twilight!" Pinkie cheered.

"Rarity insisted you two get ready for the party, so she found a boutique that she set an appointment for you guys."

"Oh, ok." Bubble answered.

"Pinkie! Bubble! Darlings! I found this magnificent boutique to get you two darlings ready for the big party tonight!" Rarity welcomed as she came up next to Twilight.

"Okay! Where is it?"

Pinkie and Berry walked curiously into a small yet sweet little salon in the middle of the mall. It was cute, yet you could hear hard pop music in the background playing, while fancy canterlot ponies pranced around in aprons full of accesories and makeup and such. A small yellow filly then came up to the two, but although she looked like a child, she looked like as if she had went through several plastic surgeries, and looked as if she were one of those kawaii anime girls in those japanese television shows.

"Hello. You must be Pinkie Pie?" the small filly asked in an asian accent.

"Oh, yeah, and this is Bubble Berry." Pinkie answered as she pointed to the colt next to her.

"Right! Well, If you come with me, madame, I will show you the room in which you will be worked on, and, sir, somepony else is coming to receive you."

Pinkie looked at Bubble.

He smiled.

"See you I guess."

"Yeah. See you."

Pinkie walked down the hall with the strange filly as she looked back to see Bubble waving. She smiled. It had only been three days, yet she already found her true love, and although it gave her knots in her stomach at the thought of this romance so soon, Bubble seemed to be all on her mind the past few days. She loved him. He loved her. Nothing could go wrong.

Inside the small salon room, the filly guided in another pony, which Pinkie guessed to be her stylist. He was a tall, hunky stallion. With a light purple mane, and a blonde mane and tail, with bright purple eyes that you could tell clearly that they were contacts, and a horn, elegentaly tucked between his golden, curly locks. He was hot. Like, ULTRA hot. She could tell many mares have fallen for him, and if Rarity could just see him right now, she would fall to the floor.

He was dressed in an elegent neck-cuff, and a rose stood on the side of his body. With a cutie mark that looked like a few makeup cosmetics, and a sophisticated tanned-like coat, he seemed like the perfect gentlecolt, until you heard his voice.

"Greetings, madame!" a strangely high pitched male voice came out of his mouth.

Bubble had a high-pitched voice as well, but he sounded more like Spongebob. But no, this colt sounded like Joey Graceffa, or one of those gay drag queens, actually, he DID sound gay.

"Hi there!" Pinkie greeted cheerfully.

"Oh, darling! I'm going to make you look fabulous tonight! For your friend back over there, okay?"

Pinkie blushed harshly as she smiled and let her cheeks turn pinker than they already were.

"For Bubble? Oh, no, he's already pleased with my appearance! It's for Luna's party tonight!'

The stylist took a deep gulp and then coughed loudly, as he turned to Pinkie, shocked.

"You are friends with the PRINCESS?!?!"

"Oh yes! Why is that surprising everypony? I'm Princess Twilight Sparkle's friend also and-"

"Oh my Lord! You truly are one mare of royalty! I am pleased to serve you, your highness!"

Pinkie giggled.

"I'm not a princess though! I'm just their friend! So you can call me Pinkie!"

"Hmmmm... how about Lady Pinkie?"

"Nope. Pinkie."

"Madame Pinkie?"

"Pinkie."

"Le Pinkie?"

"Pinkie!"

The stylist groaned.

"Can I call you Miss Pinkie?"

"Just call me Pinkamena if it bothers you that much."

"Yes! Pinkamena sounds much nicer! Anyways, let's begin!"

Makeup foundation and blush flew all over the salon room as a light pink unicorn, even lighter than Pinkie and Bubble's, and her mane of pink and white, pranced all over the room, fetching supplies.

Bubble stared at himself through the mirror. His mane was still naturally curled and as tangled as before. Every moment he was in that salon room, watching himself with his crazily untamed hair, was another moment of rememberance of his friend, Elusive, when he would throw himself into a rage quit after attempting to handle those tangled locks.

"You have a very interesting girlfriend, over there in the other room." the stylist started a conversation.

"What? Girlfriend? No no no no, we're just... friends!" Bubble then turned to the stylist, "Is it really THAT obvious?"

"You should show her your love for her!"

"I have! We ARE dating! I'm just afraid of the fit my friends will throw when I go back home and tell them that I'm dating somepony."

The stylist patted Bubble's right cheek.

"Look, when you wish upon a star, or dream upon your prayers, you're most likely to get a good answer. So why not show loudness within a voice, and love upon your heart?"

Bubble thought hard, since so many positive opinions on that small speech had come upon negative ones.

I'm a hardcore party pony, so why not show my voice? Bubble thought to himself, But she doesn't understand. My friends are a bunch of jackasses. They're cruel like mules.

"Oh! The tailor has your suit ready!"

Bubble popped up out of his seat.

"Hooray! Let's try it on!"

Pinkie walked out of her salon room and posed, as she looked down upon herself and her shadowed floor. She was in a candy themed skirt, coated in glitter, and a few candy shaped accesories tangled around in that mane. She launched a few guggles and more sultry poses, as her stylist admired every bit of her look, paying most of his attention at her flanks, since the tutu didn't quite cover those.

"Fabulous! You look absolutely superb, Pinkamena, my hottest and cutest client yet!" the stylist boasted as Pinkie blushed.

"Tee hee! Thank you, my flatterer!"

Pinkie then turned to see Bubble walking out of the other salon room, smiling and striking a few poses for his stylist. He was wearing a small, white and blue striped suit with a cute little pink bow. But it was a suit that looked too short, like if it shrunk in the washer, yet it fit Bubble perfectly, though. Pinkie wasn't sure if it was a suit or a neck-collar. It had cute little ruffles, a few sparkles, and a hat sitting on Bubble's head that looked exactly like the one that the Flim Flam Brothers wore.

He puckered his lips the moment he got glimpse of Pinkie, and he shyly whipped his hair.

"Hey Pinkie!" Bubble greeted in his normal, cheerful voice.

"Hey Crazy-Colt!" Pinkie giggled back.

"Wow, you look nice." Bubble gulped, noticing as well that Pinkie's skirt didn't cover too well.

He knew it wasn't a big deal. After all since ponies don't normally wear clothing, you would see one's flanks all the time. Yet he blushed.

Pinkie closened the colt and kissed him on the cheek.

"You don't look bad yourself!" Pinkie answered once her lips retreated from Bubble's soft pink cheeks.

Bubble felt brave today, and blushy. So he launched back another deep kiss, only this time on Pinkie's lips. He knew their stylists were standing right there, but he didn't really care. He only cared about not being seperated from Pinkie.

After having a deep kiss he flung himself back.

"I think we should get back to the castle. It's five' thirty."

Pinkie smiled and snorted a giggle before answering.

"Sure. Let's go round up Twilght and the others so we can leave."

The two bubblegum ponies then skipped out of the salon blushing. With the two stylists in shock yet in awe, waving goodbye.

Apple Jack rushed into the library, panting, as the purple unicorn turned to him, confused.

"Apple Jack, what's wrong?".

Apple Jack wheezed as he saw Blitz fly in, also out of breath

"Theiving. Jackasses. Robbed. Zicoro's. Hut. And. Caught it. On. Fire." He wheezed out.

Butterscotch gasped, backing away from the lamp on Dusk's desk. He still felt uncomfortable about the whole 'fangs' comment.

"Really? It was only this afternoon that we were all here and Ponyville being calm, and NOW when I send you two to checking on the place oncemore, some idiots HAVE to do that?" The magician panicked.

"Apparentleh'," Apple Jack responded.

Dusk looked at his friends worryingly.

"Get the fire team, fight off the fire, and the robbers, and save the mirror. I have a feeling we'll get some bit of proof from Bubble tonight." Dusk ordered.

"Kay. On it!" Blitz replied as he then zoomed off back to Zicoro's hut.

"Don' worry, sweetie pie. We'll get em' robbers outta that library in a jiffy'!" Apple Jack agreed as he tightened back on his hat and ran out the door.

Dusk turned to the white stallion.

"Elusive, you and Barb go help them in case they need help, since you have magic."

"Why can't you go?" the petty gentlecolt replied back.

"I have a feeling that I should stay here. For the good of Equestria."

The white stallion didn't doubt him for another second, as Barb climbed onto him, and he dashed out the door.

Butterscotch looked at Dusk

"U-uhhhh... what should I do, Dusk?"

"Stay here, Butterscotch. That's the best you can do."

Dusk repeated the words in his mind;

For the good of Equestria.

"For the good of Equestria."