A Stabbed Morning in Crimson: 1
Author's Note
Pinkie Pie's POV
A Stabbed Morning in Crimson: 1
I had gone to bed the other night, just like every night. What’s strange with that? What is strange, is the stabbing pain I felt as I woke up, or I was woken up, by this one pain.
Before I managed to slip the quilt off of myself, the pain suddenly was dulled down and padded away, which is stranger and a bit scaring.
What I found as I finally did get the quilt off of me, is a solid red mass in crimson rubber. Is it a bloody red rubber diaper, how odd. But as long as it takes my pain away, maybe I shouldn’t question it or complain, right.
Then I noticed that my nails had changed into diminutive hooves, basically smaller, but identical versions of my hooves. They now had a pair of boots, looking similar to the once Rarity had been wearing during the cold months of the previous winter, only a red, matching the diapers I wear.
At this point I had slipped out of my bed, my hooves firmly on the floor, feeling silly about the diapers, but grateful for the pain I no longer feel. Now, what was I to do next, breakfast, naturally, what else?
Walking to the door was surprisingly easy, even with the distracting squeaking noises and the insistent suction from what should be considered boots. I had forgotten to look at the sheets in my bed to see if there had been a stain, although the stray balloons in my ceiling refused to go entirely unnoticed, just as I had to afford a few stray glances at the images along the stairs down to the kitchen.
Once my steps had taken me into the kitchen without any incidents, I realised, just how early it was since the sun still isn’t up. As a matter of fact, the moon is firmly up.
Only I couldn’t go back to bed now, wide awake and with an appetite. Rumaging in the dark, well known room, I soon found the pastries of the day before, the once we couldn’t sell, at the very least not at full price. Then I swiped a bottle of cider and pulled my price with me out of the room.
At this early hour, there would be no Pony out, so I simply sat down on the counter and uncapped the bottle. Now I take a good sip, before I peel the muffins I picked for myself, slowly chewing them, with intermittent sips of the cider to wash down the pastries.
These pastries still was yummy, or so I think. Maybe it was the early hour, or the cider, but I had enjoyed my meal royally. Since I had had my breakfast, my remaining sleep is twice cursed to oblivion, I certainly couldn’t sleep after a steady breakfast.
From one thought to the next, I chose to go out. Some fresh air should do me some good. Beside, maybe a moment to myself could be beneficial to my condition as well. There wasn’t a single Pony in the streets at this time of night, not even Princess Luna could be seen. Not that she was expected to be seen in Ponyville of all places.
Once I had cleaned up after my early breakfast I went out, closing the door behind me, no trails of where I had been or what I had been doing. Not that any Pony would care if I had my breakfast, or what I had had for breakfast, unless it ruined my mood, or stepped on a Pony’s hooves. This case wasn’t one of either.
A chilly wind could be felt and I hear the eery whistling noises it caused, not that it bothered me. I can laught at the growls of a Timber Wolf, what is the chilly nightly wind in comparison, right?
After a few minutes, I managed to pass the charred remains of the now dead oak that had been the town library of Ponyville, where Twilight Sparkle used to live, from the day she was stationed in our village, until the fateful day when Tirek burnt it to the ground with a single burst, just to get to her.
At first it made me sad and tears came fourth, demanding to flow, before it hit me, she made it out with both Spike and Owlowiscious, Spike even managed to save his Peewee, so just a few books was actually really lost. She even got a new home the very same day, just after Tirek had been defeated and sent back to Tartarous.
Seeing the Carousel Boutique did also bring me light to my thoughts. Rarity is commonly such a creative Pony, even if she can be something of a Drama-Queen and fuzz over none issues on occasions. On the other rubbery hoof, I can be just as great a Drama-Queen, if and when I am in the mood.
Padded up in the fashion, I wasn’t in the mood to See Rarity right now. Maybe Twilight Sparkle could help? As an Alicorn, she was the best chance, at this time. I didn’t think Zecora, our local Zebra was my best option, besides, her hut is located in the Everfree forest and did not feel like the most convenient place for me to go right now.
I like Zecora, she just isn’t the Pony I expect to give me the help I need right now. Zebra or Alicorn, what’s the difference? They are both my friends. Then again, most every Pony is my friend. I love having friends and making them smile, that is my call in life.
At this point, I was bouncing towards the destination of choice, the new castle of Ponyville and the home of one of my closest friends, Twilight Sparkle. I am happy she chose to live among us, that one day after we helped Luna Lulamoon come over her problems as Nightmare on the summer sun celebration. Would have sucked, if she had chosen to go back to the Royal castle of Canterlot, as fascinated of it as Rarity may be.
Only now, her castle is further from where I live, than her library in the oak tree had been, even if it is close than the castle in Canterlot.
In the end, I guess it did not take me all that long to go there. I am not one to mope around, even if I do have one of these dark and lonely days, from time to time. I do make my best to avoid them.
Once I finally did get to the castle, I walk up to the door and give it a good firm knock, announcing my presence at her home.
The door slams open, mere instants before I had the time to knock.
“Right this way!” Spike urged me, before I had the time to respond or even say hello.
“Hiya, and thanks, Spike!” I uttered as I followed him into the castle and out of sight.
“You are welcome, Pinkie. You are in fact very welcome. To be honestly blunt, I think you were expected!” he put forth.
“I was? But, Twilie isn’t responsible for my predicament, right?”I enquired, worried but curious all the same.
“Like when she mixed up all your Cutie Marks? No, certainly not. She has absolutely nothing to do with it!” Spike pointed out.
“Oh yeah, I do remember that incident, not that I could actually forget it more than I could forget anything else. Even if a few things has slipped my mind on occasion, like my birthday!” I pondered in an embarrassed tone.
“I can see that you are more subdued than your usual hyper self today, anything bothering you, let me know, Pinkie?” he pointed out.
“Aside from finding me in this strange attire, as I woke up? How ever that came to happen!” I pondered, pointing at the thick red rubbery garment, padding my hips heavily.
“Oh yeah, these does look a bit odd, even for you, you know. Guess I am still just a baby dragon, so many things slipping my mind!” he confessed.
“You are, but you will grow up, eventually. Just hope we don’t need to see you going back to what you were when you got all tangled up in the greed!” I pondered.
“Considering the price, I certainly do hope, never to go back there, ever again. I love Rarity too much. Oh well, we’re almost there!” he pointed out.
“Twilly does keep your greed in a very tight leach since that episode. I guess you came in with the best Pony possible!” I pondered.
“She has been good to me, even if I have had my challenges. Yes, she certainly is a very capable Pony. I love her for all she has done for me. She is a great friend, she will help you with what ever she can when you need it!” Spike pondered.
“Does it by any chance have anything to do with your strange looking Butt-wear? These are not panties or regular pants. I found them off, even for you, Pinkie!” she pointed out.
“Ah yeah. Butt-wear, I guess that is as good a word as any, Twilly. That is the problem!” I explained.
“Maybe we had better go down to my basement. This feels like a more private situation!” she pointed out.
“Yeah, this is the library. Foals could walk in on us. We need to protect them from seeing and hearing things that aren’t for them. Although I guess it could lead into embarrassment if it became public knowledge as well?” I responded.
“I have no interest in causing you any embarrassment. What kind of a Princess would I be, if I enjoyed that?” she pinned the thought down firmly.
“Certainly not the Princess of Friendship. You already have a Hall for official Parties, maybe you need a Dungeon for more private Parties as well? Just make sure to have that in the Basement, would you!” I teased bravely.
“I am expected to hold official Parties, as you said, and I do have a Hall for this purpose. I have a Library for storing all the Books, which I am eternally grateful for. A Dungeon? You always have the most funny ideas, Pinkie Pie, you know that, right?” she responded.
“Ah yeah, the books, your library is already far superior to your old Library, and it is still growing rapidly, I guess I could see how you are enjoying this. I couldn’t even blame you for it. Most of us are enjoying the benefits of it, one way or the other. Oh, you even have a Hall for your private Twilight times with the Crusaders, who certainly still do enjoy that quite royally. As a Princess, of Friendship nonetheless, you still do need the Dungeon, both for our Private Parties, and for when you need to hold some Pony in custody for one reason or the other, you can’t just send them off to Celestia at Canterlot.
“Books, books, books, and yet more books; I guess that is one of the things I did enjoy about the ascension into Princess-hood as I became an Alicorn. Question is, how this is tying into the problem you are facing? Mainly that red garment covering your hips, even if I would chance that this may be tying into the hoof-wear and changes you suffered?” she inquired.
“Books are fun, you can learn so much new, exciting and fun; like parties, spells, and recipes. Oh yeah, that problem; now I just hope you could help me out of it. Maybe there is a book containing the secret of it, and the spell to unlock it? Otherwise, I fear I will just have to learn to live with it, right along with all my friends and Ponyville at large!” I prompted in agitation.
“Oh well, at least I don’t feel the horrid, stabbing pain that woke me up earlier. Yet, wearing these; is embarrassing to me. Even when I guess I could learn to live with the boots and these strange new hooves for fingernails?” I concluded.
“If the pain is no longer bothering you; that sounds good, even if it may be worse than it looks, tied into the situation here. I can’t see the rim if your crimson panties, by anything more than the colour of the material, which causes me some concerns. Since you mentioned it, are the boots painful to wear, or have the changes taken any of your sensitivity away?” she inquired, looking directly at me.
“Funny as it may seem, I don’t really feel the boots at all, and the sensitivity is just as it had been before; since I can recall exactly how it did feel the other day. Unless this change had altered my recollection, but I haven’t challenged the sensitivity yet. For some reason, I have the impression that the hooves are extensions of what my nails were, and that the tips of my fingers are just as sensitive as they were the other day!” I explained.
“Would you consider trying to slip out of the boots, or the diapers, please?” she pointed out.