Chapters The Suit of the WearPony Curse
Masquerade is Prologue: 1
Author's Note
Hitomi 's POV
Masquerade is Prologue: 1
I still do remember every instant of the party, from when I put the suit on, to the moment I slipped out the very last part of it. Every little garment I had been wearing. I never have a very clear memory of things past. As exciting and enjoyable as they may be. That isn’t depending on whether I was drunk or sober, not to say that I drink muck on a party, maybe a glass of wine, but that is about it.
The phase of the moon had slipped my mind entirely, not knowing it carried any consequence. Normally, it doesn’t affect me, even if I may be a bit of the romantic, enjoying the sight of the full moon. That very same full moon just so happen to be tomorrow night.
I use to be a happy girl with a long raven hair, straight and shiny, and with slightly curved up bangs stopping just before my emerald green eyes. These very eyes sometimes grant me the compliments of the emerald dragon. I like it, but sadly, I don’t have a clue as to what these words mean. Did I need to care, it sounds like a compliment to me.
“Hay, I am not a ditzy. I just love a good party as much as the next mare. Although I guess i like to be just one level above them in finesse and style!” I told myself.
Just as I pronounced the words, another thought hit me and I went right back to my wardrobe and reached up to the one shelf above all others and withdrew a large cardboard box, in which I had hidden away the one suit I had worn to the masquerade.
Maybe it wasn’t a big secret, or the great treasure, but I had still hidden it away on that one high shelf. Why, I had no idea. I just had slipped it up there, but there is the chance that the wardrobe simply had no more room, the one high shelf the one open slot.
Now I had pulled the mate black box the costume had been delivered in and placed it on the top of my bed. Momentarily looking at my slender, perfectly girlish hands with well manicured nails, about an inch long, merely covered with that one high gloss finish lacquer I had put on after I got home from the masquerade. I had apparently found and bought it, while I bought the suit for that one off occasion. I couldn’t resist it.
Once I had given my hands that one critical glance over, the next silly idea hit me and i placed a finger on the tip of the nail of my index finger, then promptly, tentatively pressing down, just to see if they were to live up to the promise the package had given. At first, the nail adamantly resisted, until I added just enough pressure and the nails bent in an elastic fashion, as if it refused to break, just the way I like it.
With this out of the way, I pull the top of the box off of the box with both hands, giving of a reverent sigh as I see the pink rubber covering the interior of my prised box.
I pull out the pair of stockings, gloves, panties, top, muzzle, hood and ears. These were the items that made out the suit I had been wearing. They may look as innocent as regular clothes you may wear any and every day, but one you slip into them, they transformed you into the pink Party Pony, the mare known as Pinkie Pie. They granted me the pink coat, hooves ears and tail, not to mention the muzzle of hers. I was literally Pinkie Pie, while I wore the suit.
Like Pinkie Pie, I had that clear memory, the perfect recollection of anything and everything, the instant I focused on, whatever I was thinking of. Never a gap. I could forget nothing.
I love the smooth rubbery feel to my body, the smooth shiny hooves. Just as I did enjoy the curly main and tail. I could not help myself, I was her, I loved every instant of being her at the party. To be at the centre of things, to make them all laugh and smile.
For a moment, I look at the suit, piece by piece, as I slowly slip the garments back, one by one with a heavy heart and regretting every tiny little move. Every teeny tiny little move. Yet, I did put the box up where I had hidden it.
Once I had placed the box on its top shelf and closed the wardrobe, I afforded a worried glance around my room. The cover is still the same regular pink it used to. I had chosen the green wallpapers and the beach wood floor myself, several years ago. There is a lamp hanging from the white ceiling, looking almost like a blue balloon, the one extravagant item I had graced my room with. This is after all merely my bedroom, I sleep her, nothing more. There is room for the two double sliding door wardrobes.
Now I sit back down on my bed. I lift my right hand, giving it a new glance over, as if it does look wrong or off. Then I carefully slip the pink top off of my chest, by pulling it up over my head. I raise to my feet, allowing my panties fall to the floor, seeing my skirt fall on top of the still clearly white panties. I had chosen this skirt a few months back, it does match the pink top. Then I sit back down, lifting my feet, right and left, pulling the short white socks off of my feet, allowing them to fall onto the pile of clothes. For some reason, I slip my top onto the pile and kick the entire suit in under my bed.
I still have that light complexion of the girl who lives most of her day indoors in central Tokyo. Thankfully I also have the cute and girlish face of the girl I grew out of, several years ago. I am blessed with a firm A-Cup, something I am still proud of. Maybe in part, due to the still girlish look I was blessed with, as such, I would look strange with anything more than a small B-Cup in the first place. Like that little girl, I still never grew any hair on my mound, or any of these places associated with maturity.
“Okeley, Dokely!” I exclaimed to myself, before I shut up to my still girlish feet.
I had the feeling I had been sitting on my bed for far too long, and roasted in the room for more than enough time. It isn’t mere nostalgia, but I do need to leave the room, I need to do something. I just had not quite figured out, just what I needed to do. Although I guess a Muffin, or a dozen would do me plenty of good, right about now.
By this time, I am not just nude, but pink from muzzle to hooves and tail. All of a sudden, it is like a flashback, I feel as if I had been at the party, even if I know I am at my home, and in my very own bedroom.
Momentarily looking down at my pink hooves, just as shiny as I recalled them. That perfect high gloss finish I had chosen for my nails. I have the same Equine hind quarters as I had, back at the Masquerade as well. Strangely, I had never really noticed the change. My mane and tail, the same pink curls of a happy Pinkie Pie from the show. My ears, happily perked up and the wide grin over my muzzle, and my eyes wide open, emphasising the smile all over my face.
Speaking of hooves, where my long nails had been at the top of each finger as I inspected the suit, I now have her miniature hooves, aside from the size, they are identical. Furthermore, my eyes had turned into Pinkie Pie’s clear blue.
The Suit of the WearPony Curse
A Full Moon - The Episode: 2
Author's Note
Pinkie Pie 's POV
A Full Moon - The Episode: 2
”You know what this calls for? A Party!” I exclaimed.
Of course, now I just need a good batch of Muffins to start with. Where could I get my hands on these at this time of night? Not that this would stop me from stirring up an impromptu party. I owe it to them.
Then it hit me, I am not in Ponyville, but in a very large city. A City like this doesn’t sleep, just new Ponies to take over, where the once who hit the sack slipped out of the picture. Now, that would be a dream coming true, at least for me. Just imagine the never ending party.
Since this was my first Full Moon Episode, I did not know, I had no memories to draw my wisdom from, I am only here for the three Nights of the Full Moon, although that is convenient.
Even I couldn’t stay up for even as long as a full week at a time, even if I could have a party all night. I sure do remember numerous of these parties in Ponyville, just as my character remembered them, from the occasions, when she had thrown them.
Since I am Pinkie Pie, I did not really need to dress up, it isn’t all that cold outside, this time of the year. Though I guess I could liven up the party with something fitting. Wait, if only I knew where Rarity lives, but she lives in Ponyville, and I am very far from the village, right now.
Wearing nothing but the pink coat of a WerePony curse, I moved to the door. Walking on these pink hooves is surprisingly easy, I had come to realise. If it is something in Pinkie Pie’s physiology, or if there is something more to her curious looking pink hooves. Who’s to say? Beats me. Opening and closing the door is easy peasy, just as going out and leaving my home behind. I know where it is, I will be back, soon enough. As if I could forget where it is, more than I could forget anything else?
Once I cleared the door, leaving it behind me, I continue along the hall and down a series of stairs down to ground-level. Just a strange squeak in return for each step down and along the hall.
There are a few things to get used to, like the squeaks, the perfect eye sight, the infallible memory, just for starters. Aside from this driving urge to throw parties and see everyone around me smile and hear them laughing. There is no escaping these things.
On the other hoof, why would I want to escape either of these things? They are me, it is who I am. I feel so alive, when I see them smile and hear them laugh. Shouldn’t I feel like this? If so, why?
Aside from my physical body, it is the memories and the feelings that made me into who I am. I still do have every last memory, crystal clear before me, ready to be called up any instant I need them. Not just the once from my earlier life, but also the once retained as being Pinkie Pie. I am Pinkie Pie, it isn’t just my looks and my name, it is my identity.
I am who I am and I love who I am. I enjoy every instant of it. It isn’t a matter of being prideful or full of myself. It is just that I enjoy being me and how I feel. I enjoy doing what I do. Just to see others smiling back at me, for who I am.
Maybe I did not know the consequences of the choice when I made it, or merely failed to see the full scope of them? Either way, I chose who I am now. My choices made me into what I am.
I don’t merely walk, or run down the street, like any other Human you see in the city, I bounce forth, it is after all the natural gait for me as I am. maybe it looks as if it would be slowing me down, yet I bet I will be there before you every time. Isn’t that Monster logic? The monster in the nightmare or horror film always gets there first, no matter how fast you run. I guess that image is hilarious. At least, right now it is to me.
In a big city it never truly gets dark, and the city never really sleeps. There are always scores of people up and on the move. I am just one of these. Since memory serves me, why do I need a map, compass or GPS or any such pointless and silly utilities or items? They all have to be updated, but I see the location well before they have the time.
Looking up at the moon, I realise the one truth; I am not scared of the dark and I am not afraid of the shadows, not so much because I am a creature of the dark, which I am not, it is just that I am not all that easily scared. On the other hoof, I like being scared, it is fun, just as I told Twilight Sparkle on the Nightmare Night when Princess Luna was there as Nightmare Moon.
Kind of funny, how these silly moments came to mind when they were rellvant to me. Any others probably would have found it scary or bothersome. To me it is just natural, it is who I am.
Before I would have expected these curious squeaks to scare people, or alert the wrong people of my presence, but then again, they don’t have the time to react. I am much to fast for them. Besides, my Pinkie Sense would alert me, if something was up ahead and I could avoid them if I felt the urge or the need to. On the other hoof, I am prepared, they are not. Besides, they don’t have an inkling as to how to react on me as I am now. I guess this is amusing too.
With myriads of thoughts buzzing and bubbling around at speeds approaching that of light, I am apparently giggling. Happiness is me and laughter is my element. I couldn’t avoid it as much as one may have wanted to. Why bother. I like to see you smile and hear you laugh.
The Hitomi my flesh is made out of would have tried to make sense of the situation, but the persona of Pinkie Pie doesn’t. Only now, naturally it is the persona that wins out, and every time. I don’t consider how much she will remember of this night, as if I was actually expecting to wake up as her in the morning. I merely expect to remember everything that is relevant, when it is relevant to me. I guess there is little difference between the dreams I have, and the episodes I am going through. If the memory from a dream is relevant, then I remember it, when it is relevant.
Right now, what is relevant, is what I have before me, the places I want to see, the places I want to go to. Where I can acquire the Pastries, where I can set up the Parties and what People I can incite to go. A Party needs a Location as much as it requires People to go, but I need certain items in order for the Party to take off. If I don’t have all these, there is no Party, simple as that.
Of course I know where to hold, or throw a party, just as I know where to make the point and make myself known and announce the next Party. Just as I know where to acquire each and every ingredient for the party. I may be a bit late on the announcements, but then I can as well announce the next party as well. For some reason, it hit me, I will be having a new party in about four weeks, or a month. A Moon as it would be here.
The Suit of the WearPony Curse
The Throwing of Parties: 3
Author's Note
Desc Clerk; Gilded Quill 's POV
The Throwing of Parties: 3
I had been at my counted for a good while, a few hours by now. Nothing much had been happening all day. All of a sudden, this pinkish girl walks, or rather bounces in through the door, stopping mere inches from me. Looking me in the eyes, as she stopped before me.
“I need to throw a Party. Right this instant, if you know what I mean?” she merely exclaimed the next instant.
“Throwing a party is easy. I could set you up with a local that should be just about right for you. All depending on when, why and how many you intended to invite to your party!”I responded rather noncommittally, without making me come out as uninterested.
“Yeah, I know. Yet, I need to have it thrown at the very instant. You said you have a local ready for throwing parties? What kind of locals do you have available over the coming three days or so? I had in mind something more spectacular, and hilarious!” she prompted.
“You are in luck, there are not any parties planned over the coming threw days. I would be happy to sign you for any one local you find appropriate for what you had in mind. Anything in particular you would require? A bar, tables, a scene?” I responded, my curiosity piqued.
“A medium room with a scene and a bar, with a few smaller rooms on the side seems ideal, to me. Do you by any chance have anything like that available now?” she responded.
“A medium room with bar, scene and a few smaller rooms in adjunction? That I certainly could arrange. This very instant. Is that an On-the-House bar, or pay-per-drink?” I responded.
“If you mean that the drinks are free for the atendees, that is what I had in mind. You tend to get thirsty on a party. I prefer to have the drinks served in the bar, over any alternatives. If it is possible, some light and upbeat music on the scene could be fun, if available!” she prompted.
“That could be arranged. That is exactly my experience too. Alternating enjoyable and dance friendly music would sound great on your party, I would imagine!” I put forth, punching in what she had specified and assigning a local for her.
“Great, great. Excellent. I need the party to start, right about now, or an hour ago, but that couldn’t happen, yet. I guess I will just have to make due with the sooner the better.!” she responded.
“Here is the key..” I responded as she pours cash on the counter before me.
This should be enough for the time you specified. Feel free to be back when you need to throw your next party!” I merely pointed out as I extracted the funds required to pay for what she asked for.
“Thanks!” she bubbled over and bounced on her merry way with the key.
“She is loaded. Yet, she is out of control and whacked beyond repair. Are we lucky she found us, or is she a curse?” I thought to myself, without as much as breathing it.
About three seconds later, I hear a canon go off.
“That just confirmed my earlier statement!” I thought to myself, before I initiated any further actions.
“Did you hear that!” came from the office behind me.
“Where was that? Just don’t tell me it was the room where that pink girl just booked to have a party?” I responded.
“Exactly!” she merely shut back.
Only, then several more shots went off in quick succession. Nothing else could be heard, though. No screaming, above all else, which was strange. Unless they simply were too shocked to manage to scream. Yet, there was no noises from anything falling, or other sounds characteristic for what I had just heard.
Maybe she is merely marketing her party, as the utterly insane thought?” I proposed, then silently laughing about the notion.
“That sure would grab all the attention she could possibly hope for, if that is what you mean? So long as it doesn’t tear down the entire building right on top of her head!” she responded with nervous giggle to her voice.
“It may not be my break just yet, but it feels as if I had better see what she is doing. Could you cover for me, while I check out what is going on?” I inquired.
“Sure thing. Just promise to give me all the details when you do get back. Unless she shoots you with the canon she used!” she responded.
“Sure. Done, done and done. She was looking way too eager to throw the party for anything that drastic, but what do I know. I just work here, helping people getting locals to throw parties. If she did shoot me with a canon, she would serve hard time, well away from anything festive. Property damage is just a few years in the slammer!” I pondered with a strange laugh at the end of the statement.
“Then you had better hurry. The place is bound to be crawling with people in no time. No, please go!” she urged me, insitently.
“Sure, I’m going!” I pointed out, rushing towards the room I had expected the noises came from.
Sure thing, this is the room the noises came from. The door is open and people are pouring in. Giggling nervously or excitedly, There were chuckles and laughter from inside the room as well.
What I could not see, is the expected damage from said canon going off. Just as I couldn’t see a single trace of any gun, canon or otherwise.
On the other hand, there were decorations all over the place. Balloons covered the ceiling completely, as if it had been an ocean of blue and yellow. Confetti and screamers were hanging thick on the air as well.
For a moment, I thought I saw her by the bar, serving drinks right and left, people walking with glasses of juice and other beverages. She had paid for the privilege, so it was all fine by me.
Only, the next instant I thought I saw her on the stage, pulling a few fast jokes, pushing the mood up to the ceiling in no time, flat. She was apparently a natural, when it came to throwing parties and humour, I had to give her as much.
Before I knew it, she was armed with several instruments, playing to her hearts content, making each and every one dancing to her tune. Me included. There was no way around it, I had to admit.
On second thought, she could as well have been a magician or a hypnotist. That is the power she had over us. There is no escaping her now. At least, she had me under her spell.
Maybe I know the room, just a standard local for holding a party for a regular size crowd. Nothing special. There is a bar at the center, with glasses lined under the glass counter and the drinks lined up behind the bar tender who supposedly serves the drinks. The bar tended commonly serves, regardless of if the drinks are on-the-house, or pay-per-drink. Bottles are lined up in beautiful cherry wood stands.
The floor is covered with black and white stone tiles. Nothing fancy, just easy to maintain and should stand up to anything thrown at it. The walls are covered with oak wood panels for the same reason, aside from being a more acoustically pleasing texture.
There isn’t all that much finesse to the choices, just a business maximising profit. It is cost effective and easy to maintain, while giving the customers a pleasant place to hold or throw parties for any reason. Nothing I needed or was required to worry my head about. I just work here.
At some point, she had ditched her beautiful collection of instruments, in order to sing something. She does have a beautiful voice, at least in my ears. Furthermore, she certainly could sing as well. I guess it all serves her in her drive towards throwing parties and keep everyone happily laughing and smiling. Smiling like crazy, if it is to be correct, or to the point.
I am bound to have a sore face as I get back to my post, and for several more days after that. If and when I manage to crawl back to my post, that is. The one sad thing, I can’t give her any news when I get back. She is bound to have heard it all at that point. Either way, I could as well give her my story, if and when I get the chance.
If my memory serves me, she is going to hold this up for the coming three nights. And the days in between said nights. Just now, I can’t even leave if I wanted to, the room is packed with people. Happy cheerful people, smiling from ear to ear.
They are not merely content, they are happily staying here. As if it had been the adventures of their lives. Maybe it is? I am not complaining, not right now. I may change my mind, when I finally am capable of leaving the room, considering the sore face and lack of sleep I will have endured by the time. At least, that is what I imagine.