Author's Note

Pinkie Pie's POV

A Library Treasure: 1

I had just been at Twilights library, when I came across a book I soon was to find very exciting. Not sure if she realised, just what a book it is she had given me, even if I will return it, once I have read it. At first it may look rather bland, but never judge a book by its covers, just as Zecora taught us only too thoroughly, the first time around.

First things first, a huge caldron. Then I slipped several herbs into it, before I pour the first bucket of rubber over them. From her on, I can start to heat up the thick goo. Looking as the rubber bubbles and absorb the selected herbs I had placed in my caldron.

A faint scent is rising from the contents, slowly climbing to the sky as the temperature slowly approaches optimum. The thick goo is growing clearer as the temperature is rising and thus making the contents more viscous.

Maybe there should be a stern warning on the label on the plant Zecora called Heart’s Desire, but used in a proper way and with the appropriate care, it could be used in a number of ways with a reliable and positive result. Here is one of them, if I can but get this just right.

Aside from the thick rubber harvested from the nearby trees, I have included several ingredients from the forest and herbs named and described in the book Twilight Sparkle had scorned and scoffed at, at the incident of the Poisonous Joke Zecora soon after saved us about, despite out horrendous mistake of misjudging her and all her trashed possessions.

This isn’t the Mirror Pool I had been at, or an illusion of any kind, it is a real deal. They are not running off on any fool’s errand, but will do as I please, it is what the Heart’s Desire is for. It may sound like a great promise, but so is friendship and love, yet we trust them at every turn. I know, I live on both the friendship and the love. I never need the love potion, or love poison. Why would I? What I give my friends and fellow citizens of Ponyville is for real and I enjoy doing it. All I ask, is that you are smiling back at me, happily.

I know I may act randomly, but I have a plan behind what I do. I throw parties left and right for the slightest suggestion, with no hope of ever get any economical gains from it. Just to make a friend and see a smile. I am hyper and can consume insane amounts of sweet and fatty treats, hands down, just like that. At least I have some fun, doing it.

There is the one last and final ingredient in what I had in mind. With that, I place my right hand on the top of the contents of the caldron, stroking the thick rubbery mass, feeling it under the palm of my hand. Apparently it isn’t anywhere near as hot as I had expected, just as it isn’t really sticky at all, but feels warm and smooth.

I lift my hand and withdraw several steps, considering the experience of the act, before I pick up a few more slabs of wood, throwing them in into the fire under the caldron, looking as the heat rises further. Standing in silence, listening to the roar of the fire before me.

After a while, I hear something calling out to me, a noise, not quite yet a voice. I grab a handful of grains from a side pouch, tossing it into the fire, seeing the sparkles dance joyfully in the increasing heat. Not yet knowing the exact reactions of my latest actions.

Something is abrew, there is a life growing within the depths of the caldron. What I had set up is about to come into bloom, requiring but a few more sparks of life and likeness to creep out of the contents of what I had offered.

The heat is still rising, yet a large swat in the middle is calming, as if consciously choosing to. I spread a new fistful of powder over the calm, as a gesture of welcoming, adding a new spark to the process, knowing this is about to go. The final acts, deciding if it is going well or ill.

Having read the book, very well acquainted with what is about to come to pass, no chance of forgiveness or redemption, once this is concluded, someone will be there. I can never undo what will happen in the next few minutes.

Out of a side pocket, I pull a few golden looks, letting them slip into the calm of the brew. Now I start petting the calm, helping it along the way.

I pull my hand up, out of the brew as I started to feel it slowly solidify and seeing what could be taken for a membrane, a skin, as if some Pony was forming. I did not scream, it is what I had been told by the book would happen. Screaming would only upset the process anyway, I did not want that to happen, not now, not here, not anywhere or any time.

A moment later, I could see a hand rising from the calm, a pink, rubbery hand. I couldn’t help myself as a giggle escaped me. This only resulted in one thing, the hand was determined to come up as the rest of the body formed.

Some Pony, or something was coming up, out of the calm in the brew I was still cooking. I take a step back, slowly, calmly observing the changes and development, this is a phase of quiet and contemplation. I need to be collected, pushing the events slowly towards where I wanted to go, or if could swallow me whole or even drag me down into the brew.

It may look like at the event at the Mirror Pool, but no chanting or Mirror Pool, it is a very different occurrence.

A thought suddenly struck me out of the blue, just how similar it is to perform ritual magic, compared with my traditional baking. Maybe being a Party Pony, and a Baker wasn’t such a mundane task as some may make it out to be, after all. At least, I had enjoyed it this far. As if I would stop enjoying it, ever?

As I stand back, pondering, I see the form coming up, out of the brew, slowly floating up to the surface and then finally hopping out and set hoof onto the moss on the side of the caldron, before taking a step towards me, stopping carefully.

I look at her pink rubbery body, observing the gooy characteristics, the long flowing golden main and tail, her blue eyes smiling back at me, the calm posture and demeanors, a smile spreading out over her face as she looks back at me. clearly my element shining through, spreading the joy I was meant to lend to every Pony around me.

She stands calmly in silence, apparently observing me in kind.

“Take my hand, we have a home to go to!” I pronounced and she graciously took the hand I had offered and followed me.