Pinkie Pie's new Petby PonyessChaptersAt Noon: 2Together: 3Pink Episode: 4A Slight Adjustment: 5A Pink Promise: 1At Noon: 2. Convinsing the girl to embrace me wasn't too hard a deal. I'm not representing any of her problems, more of a pink dream? Either way, it is all I need to have her come with me. Once I had her hugging me, which make me feel warm all over, in part due to the warm hug as such, even if it is also in part the success in bringing her with me, I simply push through that fourth wall, and out of the sorry excuse of a world. In my mind, and oppinion, I had saved this girl from what I couldn't have her sufferr. Could I have ignored this world existing, thus living happily not knowing? I'm not sure. Now I know, and that's the end of it. I hear her gasp, the instant she realised, just what was going on, and the fact that she could never return to where she came from, the world she is from, is no longer existing to her, as much as she may desire to, or not. I had brought her home, in just the right time, by the looks of it. This is the first step, now I need to explain the situation to Twilight, in order for her to do, what I had asked of her. Then I could openly enjoy my new pet. “Just lay down and relax. I'll fix everything for you!” I told the girl. “Thanks, I think!” she replied. “I'll just explain your situation to a friend who has been waiting for you to come over, in order to help you with a few minor details. This shouldn't take long!” I then informed her. “Okey!” she ressponded. “I'll be back in a moment!” I said, as I closed the door after myself, slipping down the stairs to where twilight is waiting on the time I had given her. “You have the intended pet, I take it!” Twilight enquired. “Yes, I managed to find her, just where I had expected her to be!” I responded. “Exactly what do you like me to do, since you do know the rools?” She told me. First off, she needs hooves, and her lower legs needs a slight adjustment to go with it. I would like her with leafe green hooves, eyes, panties and top. The hind hooves would be five inches wide suction cups, and like the panties, top and fore hooves, they're to be a metallic hue, and florescent, if possible. She would be an A cup for jiggles, her mound generously enhanced, enlarged, the orshid too, and bot nibbles and orchid would also be heavioy sensiticed. Her top and panties padding the sensitivity out. Her panties covering her entire hips, and the top would cover the jigglies almost all the way up,!” I informed her. “I think I have the idea. I'll make it a single permanent change, with the option for a few adjustments along the way, for a day from now!” Twilight pointed out. “That is what I had in mind!” I responded. “Let's get to it and have it done, so you can enjoy your new pet!” Twilight said. I lead her up the stairs, knocking on the door, more to be polite, even though it is my home. “Since it is your pet, I take it you like her a light pink, and a darker pink mane?” Twilight said, just before I opened the door. “Is that the friend who was to help me?” the girl asked. “I'm Twilight, a Unicorn. Yes, I'll help you to fit in here!” she responded. Shortly there after, her horn started to glow, and the light intensified until the magic beamed to hit the girl in her belly. Then her skin took up a weak glow as it started to take up the pink hue, matching the rubber her new panties and top were taking on. The signs of her jigglies and mound soon became apparent as her body change more deeply. The mane soon developed from what had been her hair, just as specified. Now her feet started to change as the green hooves developed, and the legs was adjusting to the desired form. The tips of her fingers, largely where her nails had been, or to be more exact, from just under the last joint of each finger changed into miniature finger hooves, otherwise identical to her larger hind hooves. “Could I have a three foot tail, three inches thick?” the girl interjected. “Certainly!” I responded. “That's only too simple. I'd love to help!” Twilight pointed out. A moment later, the tail started to forn from the end of her spine, in the logical manner. I noticed her eyes was taking on the leaf green, in a hue looking fairly good for her eyes. “A final change, she needs a muzzle!” I declaired. “Two inches would be just her!” Twilight approved as she made another adjustment. “She needs a necklace, too!” Twilight reminded me. “Black, an inch thick and full width should be right?” I suggested. “Done!” she declaired, as the collar started taking form around my pets neck. “That feels strange!” the girl stated. “If you don't mind, I'll call you 'Hitomi!” I then stated. “My work here is done, unless you need anything else. Just call for me, if there is anything!” Twilight said. “Hitomi sounds cool, like the girl in the Show!” the girl, now known as 'Hitomi' suggested. Together: 3Author's Note Hitomi's POV Together: 3 . ”Are you that Pinkie Pie?” I asked. “Unless there is any other Pinkie Pie, I'm the only Pinkie Pie. Yes, that's me!” Pinkie Pie teased me. Standing before the Pony, I realised; I reach up just right to embrace her. I can easily hug her, wrapping my arms around her neck. Incidentally, my arms are about the length I need to hug her too. I guess it is comforting me. “Since the serious business is all done with, it is time for lunch. I'm hungry, how about you, Hitomi?” she asked. Even if I guess she asked, just from the tone, I still liked her to use my name. I'm Hitomi, who or what ever I had been before. As it were, I can't for my life recall any other name. “Oh!” I merely responded, looking at me with large eyes. “I may have sisters, but no twins. Besides, there can’t be more than one of any Pony in one Realm. I know my friend Twilight met another Pinkie Pie as she was in a more Human place, even if that isn’t where you came from!” she blurted out, before I had the time to ponder; and all in a torrent of words. “But, if you love all your sisters. You are lucky!” I responded. “Oh, yeah. I love them to bits. Just as I love all my friends too. Every Pony in Ponyville are my friends. And so are the Princesses, and numerous others, Ponies or no!” she pointed out. “How do you even keep track of them all?” I inquired. “I guess that would be a fair question, from any Pony who doesn’t know me yet. Since you don’t know yet, I guess I could as well let you know. I can’t forget a single detail. Thankfully this doesn’t bother me, maybe it will in the future, who’s to say? My friends are everything to me. Only I can’t help but make new once at every turn!” she pointed out. “I guess your friends love you dearly for that, as bothersome as it sounds to me!” I responded. . She had placed an extra plate and glass on the table for me. This will be my first meal, at her place, I could as well get used to it. Having hooves, muzzle and tail may be new to me, but apparently her friend Twilight Sparkle knew her magic well enough to make it easier to adjust to the changes. I will have to walk on hooves, kind of as if I was tiptoeing, or walking on ballet slippers. My new muzzle is just slightly longer than my nose had been, but now my mouth is longer and larger. The strangest thing to get used to is still the tail, even if I had asked for it. I managed to slip the tail in, rather than sitting on it as I sat down. I guess I am proud of this for a while. As strange as I may feel, I did not have all that much problem with the muzzle. At least it did not make me sound all that strange. The only time I actually do notice my new hooves, is when I walk. Even if I guess I will have some problem adjusting to them when I go to bed, later tonight. . “Muffins?” I exclaimed as I looked at what she had put on the table. “Yeah, I love muffins. I hope you enjoy them. Is there any special once you would enjoy, Hitomi?” she responded. “I love muffins too. Blueberry, chocolate and Peanut would be fun flavours, I think!” I responded. “Those shouldn’t present any problems, even if blueberry is out of season here right now!” she offered. “Otherwise, I like most flavours!” I said as I picked up my first muffin, pulling the peel off of it, before slipping it into my mouth and biting a fair chunk out of it and chewing it joyfully. Something hit me, right then and there; maybe I could have ears like hers, it would give my hair new possibilities. I liked the idea of having a mane, I just did not come up with the words. I still did have a few more hours, before the time run out of the option, though. “I will just have to let you try every kind of muffin, one by one. If you let me know which you enjoy, and which you don’t enjoy; I can make sure you enjoy your every meal with me from now on!” she suggested. “Now you sound almost as if every day was a party!” I responded. “Not all that far from it. I do throw parties for every Pony in town, and any others who like me to throw a party for them!” she pointed out with a smile. “That sounds like fun. Even if there are more Ponies than there are days of the year, which sounds like a bit of a problem!” I mumbled. “It is, I love seeing my friends smile. What is better than a party, if you like to make your friends smile?” she said. “That is a good point, I guess!” I observed. “Even if finding a long lost love can be a very good way to make a friend smile too!” she happily admitted, thinking back at the day she helped Cranky Doodle Donkey finding Matilda. . “I take it, you don’t mind me having as many of these muffins as I like?” I inquired. “Please, help yourself to as many as you like!” she put forth eagerly. With that, I picked a new muffin, pulling it out of the thin paper it was contained within. Once the pastry had been freed from its imprisonment, I lifted it towards my mouth and tentatively bit down on it. Chewing on yet another, new muffin. These are fresh pastries. “Did you by chance bake these? They are delicious!” I prompted, between bites. Pink Episode: 4. I was woken up by stray reflections from hoards of blue and yellow balloons covering the ceiling as if it had been an ocean; hitting my face. Celestia had apparently just pulled her sun up on the sky. Looking around I notice a few brave pink balloons scurrying back in to the safety under Pinkie Pie’s bed. . Once I had managed to blink more of the sleep out of my eyes; I realized that I still wear the top and skirt Pinkie had granted me, as I had followed her to her home as a part of the adoption process. This is all new to me. I now live in the village of Ponyville, in the middle of a land known as Equestria; ruled by Princess Celestia who apparently raises the sun each day, and her younger sister, Princess Luna, who is in turn raising the moon each night. The abrupt contrast from the land of pity-full despair, and the candy coloured Ponies in a bright light of joy is almost too deep for me to grasp. I will have some problem grasping this new development. Besides, here I am an exotic pet, not a woe full girl you spit on and kick down at. . I carefully fold the quilt up towards the wall before I slide my feet down off of the bed, only to find the floor several feet down there under me. Now I fold the quilt back into place, smoothing it over in order to make it look neat. As I look down I find my green hooves; then I lift my hands up, only to see the delicate changes her friend known as Twilight Sparkle had granted me. Where my fingers had previously ended in badly managed nails, I now have miniature hooves otherwise identical to my hind hooves. Sensitive to the touch and hard front, just like all equines hooves are. With care, I then slipped my tail out, critically looking it over. In surprise I noticed it was exactly the way I vaguely recall from the previous day. Not sure if this was the old dream, the fantasy I had been maintaining the best I could, for all these many a year. Once I slide down and hit the floor, I hear a very different and unexpected sound; that of a Pony’s hooves, just more to the noise of a rubber toy hitting the floor. Confused, I stand up, looking around. Carefully. Had I startled anyone, or was that any Pony now? The words came back to me in a blur. I am not yet accustomed to the Equestrian dialect of the local village of Ponyville, but I guess it will come to me in time. In a way, it is like moving from one community to the next. Words and pronunciations had these curious differences, the distinctions that made others involuntarily laugh before they realized it. . All of a sudden, I felt self-conscious about walking on my hind hooves. As if I had never been walking upright in a bipedal stance before. Of course, I had been walking on my feet, but with no tail to aid my balance back then. I have no idea as to exactly how the new place changed anything for me. On the other hoof, why would anything actually truly change? Aside from the fact that Pinkie Pie was now my legal guardian. I may be her pet, but I felt more secure in seeing her as a parent; since that is a concept and a situation I was accustomed to. Bypassing all the new and unfamiliar. Of course, she had promised me to look out for me. I felt it as if she meant it, she will look out for me. If she is a Parent; or a Mother, it is natural for her to do that. Or, it is the way they had taught me in school, all these years back. That is a past, to which I had no interest to return. I do not want to rekindle the feelings associated to it. . With my bed made, I could continue, but alone, I have no idea as to where to go or what to do. I will have to rely on the Pony who liberated me, from where I had been. Strangely; the collar she had given me is still in place, even though I can barely feel it. Unless I lift my hands up to my neck, in order to explore it. . All of a sudden, the door goes up and Pinkie Pie bounces into the room. I can see the characteristic smile on her face. Her deep pink mane tightly curled up in a sign of the joy. She is truly the element of laughter. “Finally. You are awake. I expect you to be hungry!” she merely exclaimed in a giggle. “Yeah. I am always hungry!” I responded, looking up at her. “Good. Now I have the cure for that little problem. These should stuff your cute little tummy!” she pointed out as she placed a large bowl of Muffins on her desk by the window opposing the door. Of course she also had a pitcher of milk for me. I guess she knew I need something nutritious to drink. Just that I can’t even spell the word. School never was my thing. They never gave me reason to care; as if that would never really do me any good, in the first place. . “My little girl should never have to go hungry. I hope these are to your taste!” she pointed out. I pick up the first Muffin and take a tentative bite, before I started to eat, only to realize that I enjoy the taste. It is fresh, almost newly baked, even if it is from the stash they did not expect to sell, due to being left over from the previous day. Apparently, the café has a very high standard. The Ponies of Ponyville are doing very well for themselves. Doing well is something I am not familiar with. I had never really done well, for myself; or done well by just about any standard, where I came from. In the end, I had chewed down every last Muffin, but she had made it clear that they were for me. I had also gulped down all the milk she brought me. The liquid had a strange and unfamiliar flavour to it. I never had the fortune to drink anything this fresh, not in the time I could recall. Maybe I had pushed the memories out, but shouldn’t I still remember something like this? . “I love your Muffins. They are yummy!” I exclaimed. A Slight Adjustment: 5. I had enjoyed the Muffins she gave me. But, why not? They are good! Even if they were from the day before, they are the freshest baked goods I had ever had; bread, or otherwise, not that I got any confectioneries before. As strange as I feel, with the adjustments Pinkie had had her friend Twilight Sparkle gave me; even including the tail she had given me, even if it had not been obligatory. Neither Pinkie Pie, nor Twilight Sparkle had complained as I had asked for the tail. Should they have? Or, is it just something I had been expecting? Based on my experience from before. Should I dare to ask, if I could have any further changes? Twilight had suggested it was possible. At least, for the day. . “Should I call her Pinkie, or would she mind if I called her Mum?” I pondered, as I considered my situation. “Call me Pinkie, in public; calling me Mum in public would only confuse them, Hitomi!” she suggested. “Oh, thank you, Mum!” I responded. “You are most welcome, my dear Hitomi..” she explained; “or, would you prefer if I called you Dear or Daughter?” she suggested. I blink, in embarrassment; feeling my face grow hot, my skin growing beet red. Even if my new skin-tone is hiding the red shift very well. The lighter pink, as opposed to the previous white; does not show colouring of embarrassment, thankfully. Did she mean it, when she suggested she could offer me a few additional changes; in order to blend in better, and to make me more comfortable here?” I inquired. “Thank you Mum..” I whispered. “Did you want a more traditional mane, and more Equine ears to hold your hair in place?” she now inquired. “If it isn’t too much of a problem to accomplish, I would love that..” I responded; “and maybe just a bit brighter and slightly more cerise?” I inquired, with bated breath. “Problem, or challenge?” she snickered; “Naeh, it’s a trot in the park to her; an exercise, or light practice!” she pointed out. “Oh..” I mumbled. “Oh, oh; indeed..” she snickered, grinning from ear to ear; “Had you asked her for it, she could probably have given you a pair of wings, a horn or something to the effect!” she now enlightens me, with a for her more somber and serious expression. “Wait, she could?” I inquired. “While she would not openly admit it out of hoof; but if you needed it, she would do it hooves down in an instant!” she declared. “While I would not want to bother her; if she is your friend, or not..” I started out; “but I think the ears and the mane adjustments would be just fine!” I uttered. “She could use the practice…” she suggested. “If it is, as you said; just light practice to her, I think I really do want this fixed, right away..” I pronounced. “Then, by all means; I will take you to her, to fix you right up..” she snickered; “and I am sure; Rarity would support the statement, agreeing to this point!” she offered, with a sly grin slowly spreading out over her face. I just gaped, at her. She started to bounce in place, before she urged me on to follow her out. . Spike is leading me to Twilight, with Pinkie bouncing by my side. I guess some would call her pronking, but I am not sure. Either way, it is funny. She is fun. “Right this way, please!” Spike urged, as I try to follow him towards the promised target. After a few minutes of walking after Spike, he is opening a door; stepping into the next room, urging me to follow him into the room. “Hi, Hitomi..” Twilight exclaimed; “Nice to see you again..” she then added; “You had a few final adjustments in mind, for me to fix?” she now inquired. She is looking at me, expectantly; smiling at me, urging me to explain what I had in mind. She is eager to help me. “Could you fix me a more proper mane, and equine ears?” I inquired. “Yes, Hitomi; yes, I could..” she responded; “if this is what you want, I would be only too happy to help you with this!” she explained. “Could you change the colour of my mane; I think I want the colour a bit brighter and cerise, too!” I conclude. “Then I will fix it, right away..” she exclaimed, as the tip of her horn is lighting up; the magic slowly intensifying to the point the spell is bursting forth. A moment later, the beam of her purple magic is hitting my face; my ears slowly migrating up to the top of my head along with my hairline adjusting, the shape of my ears slowly turning into that of a Pony. Just as the spell is concluded, I have a proper mane, and equine ears to go with my mane. Incidentally, I now have a braid reaching down towards my tail. Only my tail had grown thicker, to a full Pi inches. I can’t help but snicker in excitement. “Thank you, Twilight; thank you very much, Twilight Sparkle..” I then managed to exclaim. My heart almost exploded, in excitement; while I felt, as if I was about to melt, into a puddle on her floor. That would have been only too embarrassing, of course; good thing, it did not happen. Though the excitement still reached dangerous levels. Twilight had been a bit too nonchalant, about how easy the change is; and just as eager to help me, to become the Me I should be. In place of the poor girl I had been, when Pinkie had rescued me from the gutters of the street where I had been unceremoniously consigned. . “Thank you, Twilight!” I had managed to exclaim, once I had once more gathered my wits and collected myself, enough to stand up properly. Pinkie Pie is lifting her right fore-hoof, reaching in into the tight curls of her mane; “I think, you will need this..” she explains, as she is extracting a large muffin; “I hope you enjoy it, as I baked it specifically for you” she exclaims, as she is offering me the baked goods. “Thank you, Pinkie..” I responded, as I was accepting the muffin; ”Yummy!” I exclaimed, as I was chewing on the delicious muffin she had just offered me. “You are quite welcome..” she merely declared, smiling at me. I happily chewed on the muffin, enjoying what I had just been offered; soon feeling energy coming back to me, as I swallowed the last of the muffin. “I think, you could use another..” she suggested, reaching into her mane for a second. “Thank you, Pinkie..” I responded, as I accepted the proffered delicacy, while eagerly licking my lips. A Pink Promise: 1Author's Note Pinkie Pie's POV A Pink Promise: 1 . ”Twilight, could you be by my home by high noon tomorrow; I will need some help from you, by that time!” I told her. “If you're asking, I'll be there!” Twilight declared, with more than her usual certainty; she meant what she said, I knew she would help me. “Thanks!” I responded. “You're quite welcome, Pinkie!” she told me, as I left her library. . I knew what I was looking for, a pet, and the most rare and exotic of all the pets a pony could have in Equestria. I know fully well what the restrictions are, which is exactly why I had asked Twilight, of all ponies. She isn't just my friend, which is important enough to me, any day of the week. Only this time, I need her services, the way no other Pony could. She isn't just a Unicorn, among others; even among my friends, as loyal to me and her friends as she is, even if it is Dash who hold the element of Loyalty. I could afford a good night’s sleep. With that, I had prepared everything for the day of tomorrow, I had done that, even before I left for the library. Such is my trust in my friends. If I couldn't trust them, how could I call them my friends? I had my saddle bags packed, including everything I intended to use. With that, I'm off. Only this isn't a walk in the park, or a stroll on the town of Ponyville. I had something much larger planned. This time it was time to be at my most random self, it's how I can do all the things I do. . With that, I simply popped out of the room, breaking that one famous fourth wall, like only I could do it. I had found myself on a dark alley way, where no sane people would go. It isn't the darkness of the lights, it is the darkness of the heart and soul. That's why no sane individual went here, willingly at least. I trotted off towards my destination, following the dark road out of sight and then turned to the right, before I made the next turn into the corner where I knew she would be. It is where she had been sleeping every night since she escaped the orphanage. I couldn't allow her to stay like this. I placed my right fore hoof on her shoulder, thus waking her up, before I prepared to address her. Maybe a few in town would wonder why I never returned home, or how I could exit my home twice, but most Ponies would give up on these ideas, knowing the answer would only make them more confused.
At Noon: 2. Convinsing the girl to embrace me wasn't too hard a deal. I'm not representing any of her problems, more of a pink dream? Either way, it is all I need to have her come with me. Once I had her hugging me, which make me feel warm all over, in part due to the warm hug as such, even if it is also in part the success in bringing her with me, I simply push through that fourth wall, and out of the sorry excuse of a world. In my mind, and oppinion, I had saved this girl from what I couldn't have her sufferr. Could I have ignored this world existing, thus living happily not knowing? I'm not sure. Now I know, and that's the end of it. I hear her gasp, the instant she realised, just what was going on, and the fact that she could never return to where she came from, the world she is from, is no longer existing to her, as much as she may desire to, or not. I had brought her home, in just the right time, by the looks of it. This is the first step, now I need to explain the situation to Twilight, in order for her to do, what I had asked of her. Then I could openly enjoy my new pet. “Just lay down and relax. I'll fix everything for you!” I told the girl. “Thanks, I think!” she replied. “I'll just explain your situation to a friend who has been waiting for you to come over, in order to help you with a few minor details. This shouldn't take long!” I then informed her. “Okey!” she ressponded. “I'll be back in a moment!” I said, as I closed the door after myself, slipping down the stairs to where twilight is waiting on the time I had given her. “You have the intended pet, I take it!” Twilight enquired. “Yes, I managed to find her, just where I had expected her to be!” I responded. “Exactly what do you like me to do, since you do know the rools?” She told me. First off, she needs hooves, and her lower legs needs a slight adjustment to go with it. I would like her with leafe green hooves, eyes, panties and top. The hind hooves would be five inches wide suction cups, and like the panties, top and fore hooves, they're to be a metallic hue, and florescent, if possible. She would be an A cup for jiggles, her mound generously enhanced, enlarged, the orshid too, and bot nibbles and orchid would also be heavioy sensiticed. Her top and panties padding the sensitivity out. Her panties covering her entire hips, and the top would cover the jigglies almost all the way up,!” I informed her. “I think I have the idea. I'll make it a single permanent change, with the option for a few adjustments along the way, for a day from now!” Twilight pointed out. “That is what I had in mind!” I responded. “Let's get to it and have it done, so you can enjoy your new pet!” Twilight said. I lead her up the stairs, knocking on the door, more to be polite, even though it is my home. “Since it is your pet, I take it you like her a light pink, and a darker pink mane?” Twilight said, just before I opened the door. “Is that the friend who was to help me?” the girl asked. “I'm Twilight, a Unicorn. Yes, I'll help you to fit in here!” she responded. Shortly there after, her horn started to glow, and the light intensified until the magic beamed to hit the girl in her belly. Then her skin took up a weak glow as it started to take up the pink hue, matching the rubber her new panties and top were taking on. The signs of her jigglies and mound soon became apparent as her body change more deeply. The mane soon developed from what had been her hair, just as specified. Now her feet started to change as the green hooves developed, and the legs was adjusting to the desired form. The tips of her fingers, largely where her nails had been, or to be more exact, from just under the last joint of each finger changed into miniature finger hooves, otherwise identical to her larger hind hooves. “Could I have a three foot tail, three inches thick?” the girl interjected. “Certainly!” I responded. “That's only too simple. I'd love to help!” Twilight pointed out. A moment later, the tail started to forn from the end of her spine, in the logical manner. I noticed her eyes was taking on the leaf green, in a hue looking fairly good for her eyes. “A final change, she needs a muzzle!” I declaired. “Two inches would be just her!” Twilight approved as she made another adjustment. “She needs a necklace, too!” Twilight reminded me. “Black, an inch thick and full width should be right?” I suggested. “Done!” she declaired, as the collar started taking form around my pets neck. “That feels strange!” the girl stated. “If you don't mind, I'll call you 'Hitomi!” I then stated. “My work here is done, unless you need anything else. Just call for me, if there is anything!” Twilight said. “Hitomi sounds cool, like the girl in the Show!” the girl, now known as 'Hitomi' suggested.
Together: 3Author's Note Hitomi's POV Together: 3 . ”Are you that Pinkie Pie?” I asked. “Unless there is any other Pinkie Pie, I'm the only Pinkie Pie. Yes, that's me!” Pinkie Pie teased me. Standing before the Pony, I realised; I reach up just right to embrace her. I can easily hug her, wrapping my arms around her neck. Incidentally, my arms are about the length I need to hug her too. I guess it is comforting me. “Since the serious business is all done with, it is time for lunch. I'm hungry, how about you, Hitomi?” she asked. Even if I guess she asked, just from the tone, I still liked her to use my name. I'm Hitomi, who or what ever I had been before. As it were, I can't for my life recall any other name. “Oh!” I merely responded, looking at me with large eyes. “I may have sisters, but no twins. Besides, there can’t be more than one of any Pony in one Realm. I know my friend Twilight met another Pinkie Pie as she was in a more Human place, even if that isn’t where you came from!” she blurted out, before I had the time to ponder; and all in a torrent of words. “But, if you love all your sisters. You are lucky!” I responded. “Oh, yeah. I love them to bits. Just as I love all my friends too. Every Pony in Ponyville are my friends. And so are the Princesses, and numerous others, Ponies or no!” she pointed out. “How do you even keep track of them all?” I inquired. “I guess that would be a fair question, from any Pony who doesn’t know me yet. Since you don’t know yet, I guess I could as well let you know. I can’t forget a single detail. Thankfully this doesn’t bother me, maybe it will in the future, who’s to say? My friends are everything to me. Only I can’t help but make new once at every turn!” she pointed out. “I guess your friends love you dearly for that, as bothersome as it sounds to me!” I responded. . She had placed an extra plate and glass on the table for me. This will be my first meal, at her place, I could as well get used to it. Having hooves, muzzle and tail may be new to me, but apparently her friend Twilight Sparkle knew her magic well enough to make it easier to adjust to the changes. I will have to walk on hooves, kind of as if I was tiptoeing, or walking on ballet slippers. My new muzzle is just slightly longer than my nose had been, but now my mouth is longer and larger. The strangest thing to get used to is still the tail, even if I had asked for it. I managed to slip the tail in, rather than sitting on it as I sat down. I guess I am proud of this for a while. As strange as I may feel, I did not have all that much problem with the muzzle. At least it did not make me sound all that strange. The only time I actually do notice my new hooves, is when I walk. Even if I guess I will have some problem adjusting to them when I go to bed, later tonight. . “Muffins?” I exclaimed as I looked at what she had put on the table. “Yeah, I love muffins. I hope you enjoy them. Is there any special once you would enjoy, Hitomi?” she responded. “I love muffins too. Blueberry, chocolate and Peanut would be fun flavours, I think!” I responded. “Those shouldn’t present any problems, even if blueberry is out of season here right now!” she offered. “Otherwise, I like most flavours!” I said as I picked up my first muffin, pulling the peel off of it, before slipping it into my mouth and biting a fair chunk out of it and chewing it joyfully. Something hit me, right then and there; maybe I could have ears like hers, it would give my hair new possibilities. I liked the idea of having a mane, I just did not come up with the words. I still did have a few more hours, before the time run out of the option, though. “I will just have to let you try every kind of muffin, one by one. If you let me know which you enjoy, and which you don’t enjoy; I can make sure you enjoy your every meal with me from now on!” she suggested. “Now you sound almost as if every day was a party!” I responded. “Not all that far from it. I do throw parties for every Pony in town, and any others who like me to throw a party for them!” she pointed out with a smile. “That sounds like fun. Even if there are more Ponies than there are days of the year, which sounds like a bit of a problem!” I mumbled. “It is, I love seeing my friends smile. What is better than a party, if you like to make your friends smile?” she said. “That is a good point, I guess!” I observed. “Even if finding a long lost love can be a very good way to make a friend smile too!” she happily admitted, thinking back at the day she helped Cranky Doodle Donkey finding Matilda. . “I take it, you don’t mind me having as many of these muffins as I like?” I inquired. “Please, help yourself to as many as you like!” she put forth eagerly. With that, I picked a new muffin, pulling it out of the thin paper it was contained within. Once the pastry had been freed from its imprisonment, I lifted it towards my mouth and tentatively bit down on it. Chewing on yet another, new muffin. These are fresh pastries. “Did you by chance bake these? They are delicious!” I prompted, between bites.
Pink Episode: 4. I was woken up by stray reflections from hoards of blue and yellow balloons covering the ceiling as if it had been an ocean; hitting my face. Celestia had apparently just pulled her sun up on the sky. Looking around I notice a few brave pink balloons scurrying back in to the safety under Pinkie Pie’s bed. . Once I had managed to blink more of the sleep out of my eyes; I realized that I still wear the top and skirt Pinkie had granted me, as I had followed her to her home as a part of the adoption process. This is all new to me. I now live in the village of Ponyville, in the middle of a land known as Equestria; ruled by Princess Celestia who apparently raises the sun each day, and her younger sister, Princess Luna, who is in turn raising the moon each night. The abrupt contrast from the land of pity-full despair, and the candy coloured Ponies in a bright light of joy is almost too deep for me to grasp. I will have some problem grasping this new development. Besides, here I am an exotic pet, not a woe full girl you spit on and kick down at. . I carefully fold the quilt up towards the wall before I slide my feet down off of the bed, only to find the floor several feet down there under me. Now I fold the quilt back into place, smoothing it over in order to make it look neat. As I look down I find my green hooves; then I lift my hands up, only to see the delicate changes her friend known as Twilight Sparkle had granted me. Where my fingers had previously ended in badly managed nails, I now have miniature hooves otherwise identical to my hind hooves. Sensitive to the touch and hard front, just like all equines hooves are. With care, I then slipped my tail out, critically looking it over. In surprise I noticed it was exactly the way I vaguely recall from the previous day. Not sure if this was the old dream, the fantasy I had been maintaining the best I could, for all these many a year. Once I slide down and hit the floor, I hear a very different and unexpected sound; that of a Pony’s hooves, just more to the noise of a rubber toy hitting the floor. Confused, I stand up, looking around. Carefully. Had I startled anyone, or was that any Pony now? The words came back to me in a blur. I am not yet accustomed to the Equestrian dialect of the local village of Ponyville, but I guess it will come to me in time. In a way, it is like moving from one community to the next. Words and pronunciations had these curious differences, the distinctions that made others involuntarily laugh before they realized it. . All of a sudden, I felt self-conscious about walking on my hind hooves. As if I had never been walking upright in a bipedal stance before. Of course, I had been walking on my feet, but with no tail to aid my balance back then. I have no idea as to exactly how the new place changed anything for me. On the other hoof, why would anything actually truly change? Aside from the fact that Pinkie Pie was now my legal guardian. I may be her pet, but I felt more secure in seeing her as a parent; since that is a concept and a situation I was accustomed to. Bypassing all the new and unfamiliar. Of course, she had promised me to look out for me. I felt it as if she meant it, she will look out for me. If she is a Parent; or a Mother, it is natural for her to do that. Or, it is the way they had taught me in school, all these years back. That is a past, to which I had no interest to return. I do not want to rekindle the feelings associated to it. . With my bed made, I could continue, but alone, I have no idea as to where to go or what to do. I will have to rely on the Pony who liberated me, from where I had been. Strangely; the collar she had given me is still in place, even though I can barely feel it. Unless I lift my hands up to my neck, in order to explore it. . All of a sudden, the door goes up and Pinkie Pie bounces into the room. I can see the characteristic smile on her face. Her deep pink mane tightly curled up in a sign of the joy. She is truly the element of laughter. “Finally. You are awake. I expect you to be hungry!” she merely exclaimed in a giggle. “Yeah. I am always hungry!” I responded, looking up at her. “Good. Now I have the cure for that little problem. These should stuff your cute little tummy!” she pointed out as she placed a large bowl of Muffins on her desk by the window opposing the door. Of course she also had a pitcher of milk for me. I guess she knew I need something nutritious to drink. Just that I can’t even spell the word. School never was my thing. They never gave me reason to care; as if that would never really do me any good, in the first place. . “My little girl should never have to go hungry. I hope these are to your taste!” she pointed out. I pick up the first Muffin and take a tentative bite, before I started to eat, only to realize that I enjoy the taste. It is fresh, almost newly baked, even if it is from the stash they did not expect to sell, due to being left over from the previous day. Apparently, the café has a very high standard. The Ponies of Ponyville are doing very well for themselves. Doing well is something I am not familiar with. I had never really done well, for myself; or done well by just about any standard, where I came from. In the end, I had chewed down every last Muffin, but she had made it clear that they were for me. I had also gulped down all the milk she brought me. The liquid had a strange and unfamiliar flavour to it. I never had the fortune to drink anything this fresh, not in the time I could recall. Maybe I had pushed the memories out, but shouldn’t I still remember something like this? . “I love your Muffins. They are yummy!” I exclaimed.
A Slight Adjustment: 5. I had enjoyed the Muffins she gave me. But, why not? They are good! Even if they were from the day before, they are the freshest baked goods I had ever had; bread, or otherwise, not that I got any confectioneries before. As strange as I feel, with the adjustments Pinkie had had her friend Twilight Sparkle gave me; even including the tail she had given me, even if it had not been obligatory. Neither Pinkie Pie, nor Twilight Sparkle had complained as I had asked for the tail. Should they have? Or, is it just something I had been expecting? Based on my experience from before. Should I dare to ask, if I could have any further changes? Twilight had suggested it was possible. At least, for the day. . “Should I call her Pinkie, or would she mind if I called her Mum?” I pondered, as I considered my situation. “Call me Pinkie, in public; calling me Mum in public would only confuse them, Hitomi!” she suggested. “Oh, thank you, Mum!” I responded. “You are most welcome, my dear Hitomi..” she explained; “or, would you prefer if I called you Dear or Daughter?” she suggested. I blink, in embarrassment; feeling my face grow hot, my skin growing beet red. Even if my new skin-tone is hiding the red shift very well. The lighter pink, as opposed to the previous white; does not show colouring of embarrassment, thankfully. Did she mean it, when she suggested she could offer me a few additional changes; in order to blend in better, and to make me more comfortable here?” I inquired. “Thank you Mum..” I whispered. “Did you want a more traditional mane, and more Equine ears to hold your hair in place?” she now inquired. “If it isn’t too much of a problem to accomplish, I would love that..” I responded; “and maybe just a bit brighter and slightly more cerise?” I inquired, with bated breath. “Problem, or challenge?” she snickered; “Naeh, it’s a trot in the park to her; an exercise, or light practice!” she pointed out. “Oh..” I mumbled. “Oh, oh; indeed..” she snickered, grinning from ear to ear; “Had you asked her for it, she could probably have given you a pair of wings, a horn or something to the effect!” she now enlightens me, with a for her more somber and serious expression. “Wait, she could?” I inquired. “While she would not openly admit it out of hoof; but if you needed it, she would do it hooves down in an instant!” she declared. “While I would not want to bother her; if she is your friend, or not..” I started out; “but I think the ears and the mane adjustments would be just fine!” I uttered. “She could use the practice…” she suggested. “If it is, as you said; just light practice to her, I think I really do want this fixed, right away..” I pronounced. “Then, by all means; I will take you to her, to fix you right up..” she snickered; “and I am sure; Rarity would support the statement, agreeing to this point!” she offered, with a sly grin slowly spreading out over her face. I just gaped, at her. She started to bounce in place, before she urged me on to follow her out. . Spike is leading me to Twilight, with Pinkie bouncing by my side. I guess some would call her pronking, but I am not sure. Either way, it is funny. She is fun. “Right this way, please!” Spike urged, as I try to follow him towards the promised target. After a few minutes of walking after Spike, he is opening a door; stepping into the next room, urging me to follow him into the room. “Hi, Hitomi..” Twilight exclaimed; “Nice to see you again..” she then added; “You had a few final adjustments in mind, for me to fix?” she now inquired. She is looking at me, expectantly; smiling at me, urging me to explain what I had in mind. She is eager to help me. “Could you fix me a more proper mane, and equine ears?” I inquired. “Yes, Hitomi; yes, I could..” she responded; “if this is what you want, I would be only too happy to help you with this!” she explained. “Could you change the colour of my mane; I think I want the colour a bit brighter and cerise, too!” I conclude. “Then I will fix it, right away..” she exclaimed, as the tip of her horn is lighting up; the magic slowly intensifying to the point the spell is bursting forth. A moment later, the beam of her purple magic is hitting my face; my ears slowly migrating up to the top of my head along with my hairline adjusting, the shape of my ears slowly turning into that of a Pony. Just as the spell is concluded, I have a proper mane, and equine ears to go with my mane. Incidentally, I now have a braid reaching down towards my tail. Only my tail had grown thicker, to a full Pi inches. I can’t help but snicker in excitement. “Thank you, Twilight; thank you very much, Twilight Sparkle..” I then managed to exclaim. My heart almost exploded, in excitement; while I felt, as if I was about to melt, into a puddle on her floor. That would have been only too embarrassing, of course; good thing, it did not happen. Though the excitement still reached dangerous levels. Twilight had been a bit too nonchalant, about how easy the change is; and just as eager to help me, to become the Me I should be. In place of the poor girl I had been, when Pinkie had rescued me from the gutters of the street where I had been unceremoniously consigned. . “Thank you, Twilight!” I had managed to exclaim, once I had once more gathered my wits and collected myself, enough to stand up properly. Pinkie Pie is lifting her right fore-hoof, reaching in into the tight curls of her mane; “I think, you will need this..” she explains, as she is extracting a large muffin; “I hope you enjoy it, as I baked it specifically for you” she exclaims, as she is offering me the baked goods. “Thank you, Pinkie..” I responded, as I was accepting the muffin; ”Yummy!” I exclaimed, as I was chewing on the delicious muffin she had just offered me. “You are quite welcome..” she merely declared, smiling at me. I happily chewed on the muffin, enjoying what I had just been offered; soon feeling energy coming back to me, as I swallowed the last of the muffin. “I think, you could use another..” she suggested, reaching into her mane for a second. “Thank you, Pinkie..” I responded, as I accepted the proffered delicacy, while eagerly licking my lips.
A Pink Promise: 1Author's Note Pinkie Pie's POV A Pink Promise: 1 . ”Twilight, could you be by my home by high noon tomorrow; I will need some help from you, by that time!” I told her. “If you're asking, I'll be there!” Twilight declared, with more than her usual certainty; she meant what she said, I knew she would help me. “Thanks!” I responded. “You're quite welcome, Pinkie!” she told me, as I left her library. . I knew what I was looking for, a pet, and the most rare and exotic of all the pets a pony could have in Equestria. I know fully well what the restrictions are, which is exactly why I had asked Twilight, of all ponies. She isn't just my friend, which is important enough to me, any day of the week. Only this time, I need her services, the way no other Pony could. She isn't just a Unicorn, among others; even among my friends, as loyal to me and her friends as she is, even if it is Dash who hold the element of Loyalty. I could afford a good night’s sleep. With that, I had prepared everything for the day of tomorrow, I had done that, even before I left for the library. Such is my trust in my friends. If I couldn't trust them, how could I call them my friends? I had my saddle bags packed, including everything I intended to use. With that, I'm off. Only this isn't a walk in the park, or a stroll on the town of Ponyville. I had something much larger planned. This time it was time to be at my most random self, it's how I can do all the things I do. . With that, I simply popped out of the room, breaking that one famous fourth wall, like only I could do it. I had found myself on a dark alley way, where no sane people would go. It isn't the darkness of the lights, it is the darkness of the heart and soul. That's why no sane individual went here, willingly at least. I trotted off towards my destination, following the dark road out of sight and then turned to the right, before I made the next turn into the corner where I knew she would be. It is where she had been sleeping every night since she escaped the orphanage. I couldn't allow her to stay like this. I placed my right fore hoof on her shoulder, thus waking her up, before I prepared to address her. Maybe a few in town would wonder why I never returned home, or how I could exit my home twice, but most Ponies would give up on these ideas, knowing the answer would only make them more confused.
