Author's Note

Pinkie Pie's POV

Pink Balloons: 3

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I stand alone in my room, the house is empty, short of this one mare. The Cakes had gone out on a trip together over the weekend. With that I am alone to explore and experience it all on my own, all by myself, or with a friend of my choosing.

Since the crusaders all are with the Apples on the orchard, Rarity apparently had the night off. For some unforeseen reason, she had no order due tomorrow, or any outstanding order, which left her a bit on the bored side.

I had promised Rarity she could come over and play, any time she was off and had no outstanding orders or duties to take care of. If Sweetie Belle is with the Apples, the Cakes are out and she had no orders requiring her attention, which seems to be the case, we are go.

Of course I had promised to close up shop at the regular time, when the café usually closed, leaving the Cakes a few hours of extra time for the trip. True to my word, I had kept the café open to the exact instant we were to stay open, before closing. From there I had bounced up to my room.

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The suit Rarity had created for me lie in my room, hidden in a shoebox on the bottom of my wardrobe, not because I was actually trying to hide it, but because I hadn’t made up my mind as to exactly where it would go. Although I do have three suits, all identical, aside from the small detail, one is red, one is pink and one is clear.

As my day at work came to an end, I had closed the shop and bounced up the flight of stairs and gone into my room. I had merely stopped in order to open the door, before entering, then closed it behind me. Once in the room, I had pulled the box out from where it lies in my wardrobe, placing the box on my bed. By now the balloons under my bed had grown restless, several of them peaking out from under the bed. I couldn’t merely kick them back in under the bed or pop them. These are my precious balloons.

I had pulled them off of my flanks and inflated them, each and every last one of them. These are the once Twilight had enchanted for me, thus making them turn the same pink as my coat, as opposed to the colour they were as I pulled them off of my flank. These are blue or yellow. I had chosen these balloons from the ocean in my ceiling, these are extra special.

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I had pulled my skirt off of me and kicked it up before I placed it on the top of my bed, before I slipped my panties off and kicked them up in order to place them on top of my skirt. Then I had pulled my skirt up over my head and placed it on the top of my new pile of clothes. I merely looked it over, for the briefest of moments before I turned my back on it in favour of the suit in the box I had chosen for the occasion.

With my old clothes on the pile of clothes to be washed, I picked up the new red skirt, stepped into it and gave it a tentative tug in order to make sure it was on properly, before I pull up the matching top, up over my head and pulled it down, giving it a tentative tug, just as with the skirt. From here, I slip on the boots, right and left, hind and front in order. I noticed just how easily they slipped on and just how well they fit my hooves. These were crafted by Rarity, how could I ever have expected anything less out of her? She is the Fashionista and seamstress of Ponyville, with a reputation to boot. I have seen quite a few high Unicorns straight from Canterlot in her Boutique, wearing her creations proudly.

Aside from the contrast; these garments glimmer and glister, metallic bloody red, with a hint of fluorescent to them in the dark. I pull out the valve I had placed onto each of the garment, uncap them and inflate them with a full exhale. Now I recap the valves, just to make sure they can’t be seen. They soon vanish out of sight, even if I know where they are, considering how I am incapable of forgetting as much as a single detail, even if I can ignore it for whatever reason, or none at all.

Looking in the mirror, I can see just how well the ensemble looks, almost as if the suit had been a part of my hide and not separately put on after the effect. There is the one detail, you see the difference in hue and reflectiveness, I can’t hide that, but it is why I chose the red suit in the first place. If I had tried, it is impossible to pull any of these garments off of me for as long as they are inflated; the one exhale is apparently enough to seal the deal, as it were.

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There is a knock on the door, and it is clearly in the distinct fashion I would expect from Rarity but none other than her. There is the assured feel to it and the sense of style that is unmistakable.

I open my door and bounce down the flight of stairs in my common exuberant and excited style, only to see the mare I had hoped for. I hastily open the door for her and pull her in before I close the door and lock it securely behind her.

“Hiya, Rarity. Certainly nice to see you!” I exclaimed as I pull her out of sight and up the flight of stairs.

“Greetings, Pinkie Pie. That certainly does suit you!” she pronounced in clear, crisp tones, while smiling as she followed me up.

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“Wait, why do I have the impression that you have a hidden secret in your saddle bags?” I inquired.

“Why, indeed? Because I do have a secret hidden away, of course. I guess we all knew there is no point in hiding the secret for you. You always know anyway!” she whispered in quiet tones as she pulled out a suit of her own; one by the exact same design as the one I had asked of her before.

“That looks like fun!” I exclaimed as I saw the first glimpse of the suit she was pulling out of the bag; ahem, saddle bags.

“That is exactly why I made a suit by your design for myself as well. I hope you don’t mind!” she added.

“Then you need a small detail added!” I pointed out as I applied the valves to their respective places on the garments she had so recently unpacked.

“Thank you, Pinkie Pie!” she responded, with a wide smile on her muzzle.

“You are quite welcome, my dear Rarity. Now, if you would slip into them, please?” I exclaimed excitedly.

With that, she stepped into the skirt and pulled it all the way, ending with the tentative tug in order to ascertain that it was in place. Then she pulled the top down over her head in the same manner. From there she slipped her hooves into the boots.

“Permit me to put the final touch on. You need them inflated!” I pointed out.

“Since it was your design, Pinkie Pie. Please proceed!” she responded with an affirmative nod on her head.

With that I uncapped the valves in order and exhaled once in each, before I capped them as I moved on to the next.

“Now, that is complete!” I pointed out.

“Oh?” she merely responded with a silly look on her face due to uncertainty.

“Try to pull off a boot?” I challenged her.

“Oh?” she added as she tried and failed to pull the right boot off of the hoof.

“There, perfect. Besides, the suit does fit you perfectly!” I put forth.

“Thank you, Pinkie Pie. I guess you are right, they are very comfortable to wear; even before you applied the valves and inflated them!” she added.

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“You are quite welcome, my dear Rarity. But alas, I think it is time to go down and have a cup of tea, don’t you think!” I suggested.

“Tea? Sounds lovely, thank you!” she responded.