Author's Note

Pinkie Pie's POV

Prologue is Power: 1

My friend Surprise had been over at my place, but she left last night. Princess Luna Lulamoon had for some reason chosen to invade my dream and remind me of an old acquaintance. A Stallion by the name of Prince Blueblood. Of course I remember him, sorry, I never learned the trick of forgetting. At least I can forgive.

I had planned that one surprise party for a friend of Dashies, Gilda the Griffon. Sadly, she walked out on the party. I guess she was hit by one prank too many, even if it was her very own friend who was behind several of those jokes and pranks. I did recognise them, when I thought back at the scene.

Now I am going to throw a little party for the good Prince. I just hope he will appreciate it more than Gilda did. On the other hoof, Dashie isn’t going to be with me, I am going alone.

Since I have managed to get all the items I intended to use, I am set, I just need to perform the final preparations, before I go. The trip is short, I don’t need to take the train, or any other such common mode of transportation, maybe that is for the best. This way, none can follow me, or tag along. They don’t know when or where I go. I will simply be there, done deal.

I have the two tubes, the clear rubber horn and the liquid rubber hide. There is the valve and the sipper. Oh, and there is the gift label for him, with the text already filled in. I just could not sign it personally, or as the common Anonymous Admirer, so I chose to sign it Surprise. I doubt he can figure out who she is in a million years, even with the help of all his best Advisors. Then the final detail, the aesthetically enhancing prosthetic nail extensions.

First I slip in the tubes from behind, before I continued with the orchid tube. These were overly easy to manage at this point, I just had to insert them before I applied the rubber hide, which would seal them inside, thus sealing me securely into the doll form I had chosen for myself.

Once I had inserted both of my tubes, I placed my horn squarely in my forehead, before I slip the nails into place, one by one, from the thumb and continuing to the progressively smaller once, then repeating the process on the left hand.

As I had put the final detail in place, I opened the can of clear liquid rubber hide, before I dip my right index finger into the contents of the can, feeling it flows up my finger and arm, out onto my body. From there it flows up to my head, covering my face, my mane and my horn. It also flows down over my chest and down my back, while it flows down both my arms, over my hands as it seals my hands in entirely.

The clear rubber flows down over my mound and into the respective tubes, sealing them into place, before it continues down my legs and tail. Before I really knew it, the hide encompasses me, I am sealed in. Now it cured and hardened, making it feels like the solid rubber a regular play suit, or a nighttime doll would be crafted out of.

With the fake valve on my belly and the zipper along my spine, I will look exactly like one of these nighttime bed toys. Incidentally, the zipper is close to invisible, in part due to the fact that I had chosen clear. Yet, for some reason, the horn is still clearly in view. I could see it in the reflection in my mirror.

Since I had planned ahead, I know everything I need to do. Just as I can’t forget any details, as much as I may feel like it, from time to time. I had thought back to what Rarity and Princess Celestia had said. It is all in the presentation.

I have heard several important and highly influential Ponies talking. I could make out a way through the maze of dialect patterns, based mainly on the way Celestia and Luna spoke, how else? There is no Pony more important and influential than the two of them. I just needed to make a few adjustments here and there. Using the patterns of Rarity, Twilight Sparkle, Cadence and a few of the friends in Canterlot and Manehattan to fill out the last gaps.

Only when I was about to take my shortcut to his bed, I encountered a surprise. Something I had not prepared for, something I could never have prepared for. As I pushed up the gap in the fabric of time and space in order to go, my horn slowly lit up, glowing fairly heavily. As if I had been a true Unicorn, casting a Spell the way Princess Twilight Sparkle always did it.

Just as the gap grew, the intensity of the light grew with it. As the breach reached the full size as intended, the blue light had reached an almost blinding brightness. I could only hope this wouldn’t be observed or seen by any Pony on his end. I had no intent or interest in being seen by any Pony who did not directly need to see me. What if he had a Mistress coming to his room tonight? I guess I just had to go on instinct.

I lowered my hands to the side of my body and stepped forwards, walking though the entrance into his bedroom. I thought this should be fairly close the time to when he was to retire to his room. A Pony in his position was bound to have a heavy and demanding schedule, or it is what I counted on. As I had walked through and into his room, I closed the breach, sealing myself into his room. There could be no sign of my entrance to any other Pony.

As I closed the breach, the intensity of the blue light emanating from my supposedly fake rubber horn faded away, leaving me in an almost dark room. I chose to chance it and allowed my horn to spread a faint light blue light around me, giving me a chance to see the room clearly, without using his light.

Just as I hear the faint noises of hooves along the floor of the hall, progressing towards the room, I walked to his bed and laid down. As the glow of my horn had faded away, the room is once more dark and quiet. Now I looked as if I was a rubbery Nighttime doll for his pleasure. I did imagine a Stallion like him would have at least one, even if she was not on his bed currently.

The door opens and I hear him walk into the room. The door slammed shut behind him, before he magically lightened the room brightly. It was something a high Unicorn Prince could perform easily, so easily, he did never consider it. He merely spread the light in the room, as if it had been natural.

“I know I did not place her on my bed. Besides, I never had a Pink mare!” he merely stated as he saw me.

“I am for you, Prince Blueblood!” I responded, as if his word had been a cue for me to declare why I had been placed in his bed.

“This is still the finest Doll I had ever had. Not just the fact that she does talk, but she does have a Royal accent to her voice!” he pointed out to himself, as if a mere Doll never required a compliment.

“Of course, it would be a crime to send you anything but the very best. I just hope that I can live up to your Royal expectations!” I responded, as if on a cue.

“That is a good point. I think I should take the time and enjoy exploring the quality work put into crafting you, my dear, pink Doll!” her uttered, as he thought of it.

“That is my purpose and your privilege, my dear Prince!” I merely confirmed.