My Very Own Pinkie Pie Party

by Ponyess

Rating: teen
Tags: Random, Pinkie Pie, Human, Anthro, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Alternate Universe
Length: 1457

Pinkie Pie lives for her parties, throwing you a party, making you feel special. Just to see you smile happily. She already had Ponyville under her spell, question is where to go next. Of course she goes out, armed to her teeth with her antics.

Pinkie Pie loves nothing above throwing parties, seeing you smile and hearing you laugh. It is her purpose in life and she knew it, not that it bothered her. She is very happy with it. She is doing an excellent job at it, too.

It did not take Pinkie Pie long, before she knew her place and purpose, keeping every Pony in Ponyville smile happily and laugh at her silly antics. If you laugh at her or with her wasn’t any real difference, you laugh.

She is very hard to resist, when she put her mind to anything. In part, due to her never really forgetting anything. Connecting the dots in order to have you dance to her tune is foals play, isn’t it. When you know any and all intimately in the way Pinkie Pie knew you.

Now Pinkie Pie had a new idea, she wanted to throw more parties, but Ponyville had been all booked up which leads her to go out on a hunt for parties. Where is she going next, none is safe, there will be a new party, and you are bound to be laughing. Resistance is futile.

Published 2014-12-16 19:10:02 UTC
Last updated 2014-12-26 16:08:36 UTC

Prologue is Planning: 1

Author's Note

Pinkie Pie's POV

Prologue is Planning: 1

I had woken up, bright and early with a smile on my face, only to realise my curls tightened up further then usual. I had to do something spectacular today. If I didn’t, I would have waisted a perfect opportunity to spread more joy.

On second thought, apparently there was no party planned for the day and no special occasions. Just a regular day at the office, which did not make sense. If I am extra bouncy and happy, there had to be a reason.

I did not really have to go over the calendar to know when or for whom I had been intended the next party. I am incapable of forgetting as much as a single little detail, which is a curse by many a Pony’s admission.

Slipping my hooves down onto the floor, seeing bright reflections from balloons flooding the ceiling. Both yellow and blue once, they always clung to my ceiling. The special pink variety usually crowded the space under my bed after Twilly had enchanted them with her special spell to brighten my day.

Naturally the floor is covered with red cherry wood panels, while the walls are covered with the new wallpapers, a light pink with multi-hued balloons I had found, not too long ago. I had been ecstatic as I found it.

Considering where I had in mind, going, I opted to put something a little more festive on. I moved over to my small wardrobe and withdrew a pair of particularly tight, shiny black panties, and stepped right into them. Feeling the elastic material cling to my generous hips and follow my every move as exactly as the reflection in the mirror. From there I picked up a rainbow shimmering tight knee-long skirt, stepping right into it, thus covering the panties up while I was at it. A matching top and I could be on my way. Lifting it up over my head, feeling it slide down and into place. With merely a slight tug and it was into place, hugging my upper chest, holding my jigglies in place.

Affording the mirror a quick glance before I continued to the door, slipped it to the side and went out of my room, merely closing the door before I bounced down the flight of stairs, affording the framed images of parties past intermittent glances on my way down before I hit the floor of the ground floor.

From there, I continued down the hall and through the bakery to the hidden stash of last minute pastries and pulled out a plate of Muffins, a glass and a pitchet of juice before I got to sit down, slowly chewing the Muffins one at the time, affording a moment to pour myself some juice I soon washed down the Muffins with.

As my hooves rested on the smooth tiles of the floor where I sat I momentarily looked out at the café and the beautiful oak wood covering the floor, even if it wasn’t my choice, but it is withstanding the wear and tear of constant use by countless hooves walking there.

As I had finished my breakfast off, I carried the reminders back, slipping the glass into the dishes and the pitchet into the fridge.

Now I bounce right back up the stairs and into my room. I am going to where I intended to go from my room, anyway. The one detail remaining, before I go is making myself presentable for the occasion.

Sitting by my desk, uncapping the vials, polishing my nails with a shimmering high gloss polish, one by one, starting with the nail of my right thumb, from the centre, base down all the way, then right and left. I had done this before so I could make it in my sleep. I managed to cover the entire nail and nothing but the nail. Repeating the process, nail by nail, then he same for my left hand. Now I recapped the vail and was done with the manicure.

Can as well add just a little bit more flare so I picked up a matching lip-gloss, painting my lips, leaving them nicely glossy and shimmering. From there I applied the eye shadow matching the lip-gloss and figured I was down.

I pick a pair of metallic bloody red boots and step right into them before I push up my signature rift to where I intended to go, merely pulling a small stack of posters, slipping them into the saddle bag before I stepped through.

I hear the jolly squeaks as my hooves hit the floor on the other side. This is little more than a utility closet in what appears to be a seldom used hall in the lower sub levels in a hotel. I had picked this building based on reputation and available services. Why else? They host Parties, Conventionss, Conferences and an assortment of other similiar get-togethers.

From what I can see, the prices are fair and the services reasonably good, at least in my taste. I had sampled the cuisine available in some of the restaurants that were open at the time I was here before. The atmosphere seems intimate, open and in general accepting in my opinion, but what do I know? I am merely a guest who slips in the back door, unannounced.

As I wear my boots, I manage to blend in, while hiding my equine nature just enough, not to draw any uninvited attention. I do not like for them to stare at me, as much as I do enjoy to be in the centre of attention.

Speaking of attention, I would like to direct some of your attention towards having a party, right now. Well, I want to help a party for you, or any others who feel the need to have a party or in general having a good time. It is after all my job.

For a moment, I pondered if Iwas to negotiate the stairs, or take Ellie up on the ride. You see, Ellie, the waitress is the name I assigned on the lift, and elevator, if you will. Oh well, today I chose the stairs. A moment later I had bounced to the staircase and was merrily bouncing up several steps at the time. Had I been a Pegasus, I could have flown up, I imagine.

Once I reached the lobby, I soon found the spot where I used to place my poster. I had been here before so I have an account with them. Good thing too. As I recall, I still did have a positive balance on the account as well.

The simple arrangement was that I had footed the initiall bill, then they charged the people coming, so that my account could stay afloat. Even if I had arranged the party. Last I checked, my parties were so popular, they had even been asked to keep the parties going, just based on what my initial instructions were. Guess I couldn’t actually blame them for that, now could I?

“Hiya, I am here to ask for a few small details, as in a Party, if that isn’t too much to ask? I just need a small announcement on flyers and similar notifications for people to know of the event. Anyone who like to hold a party, featuring me, as it were. You just give them the room that fits the party they are asking for and let me know where and when. I will be there!” I put forth.

“Greetings, Diana. I haven’t seen you here in a while. I am sure we could drum up the attention for your next Party. You have become quite the celebrity around here. Actually, we have become much more popular since the day you first came and mainly because of your activities too, if truth is to be told!” she pointed out.

“Who wouldn’t love to be on an out of control Party? I could promise so much more fun than most others who try to set up a Party!” I pondered.

“So we have noticed. If I didn’t know better, I would have gone as far as to say there is Maic to your Parties!” she confessed.

“Ah, yeah. I keep forgetting, you don’t see magic in your job, do you? Although I am incapable of forgetting, though!” I responded with a beginning giggle to my voice.

“Punshing in the last details of your Enterprise!” she committed.

“Lydia, was it? This will be a blast!” I promised her.

“Yeah, I know. Your parties always are. I actually managed to catch one, on my off time!” she

A Chance Meeting: 2

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