Author's Note

Pinkie Pie's POV

A Pink Initiative: 1

I had gone down to the basement, just to see what was there. Maybe I shouldn’t have, yet now I am already here. What I find is a set of cans of paint. Maybe the selection of hues looks a bit on the curious side, with the specific colours. Maybe it was the two Pink cans that made me pick them up, but I carry them with me.

Once on my room, an idea struck me. What if I was to paint the Horses on the Carousel. There are several Horses I could paint. I got the strange notion that this would be fun. Even if Rarity would freak out in her usual hysteria. Only that thought never crossed my mind. Not at first, and certainly not while I got the idea on my room.

Pulling the cans with me, holding on to them with my mane and tail I carefully bounced down the stairs. Merely affording the framed images on the wall along the way down momentary glances.

I make haste in slipping out and quietly closing the door behind me, before bouncing to my intended destination. The distance closed in a short while, bounce by bounce. Maybe it was closer than I had initially thought, or is it merely my eagerness that masked the time.

Sneaking up on one of the Horses at the back, quietly in order not to wake them up or draw too much attention towards myself or what I had in mind.

Opening the first pink can, pulling out a brush. From there I carefully painted both the mane and tail, not a drop of the precious paint spilled. From there I continue with the lighter pink for the coat of her body. I work in a frenzy of excitement as I continue. The white in the eyes I paint with a smaller brush. Then I continue with the blue and black, basically finishing the Horse. She quietly looks at me with a giggle and a wide grin on her face. Almost as if it had been me.

I chose to go on with Fluttershy, maybe it is her kindness, or maybe it is the fact that she has no gradients or outstanding features I need to worry about.

In all honesty, I chose to continue, choosing Applejack next. The orange coat and the flaxen mane is fairly easy on me. Only then I finished her by adding the mark on her flank, just after I had added her white freckles on her face.

Once I had finished Applejack, I continue with Twilight sparkle. The light purple coat and the darker mane, including the gradient in her mane and tail. The purple eyes and the stars on her flank.

Now I continue with Rainbow dash, her cyan coat and the Rainbow mane and tail. Purple eyes and the flash under the white cloud.

As I get to the front, Rarity is the only one I had to do. The white coat, her purple mane and tail with the gradient. The cyan eye shadows and the blue eyes. Only to finish off with the three cyan diamonds making up her mark.

From here I continue with Cherilee, Luna, Zecora, Cheeze Sandwitch, Vinyl Scratch and finally Lotus and Aloe as the last of the Horses. Since I had painted the last of her Horses on the Carousel, I close the can and pull them all back with me to my room, where I promptly hide them in the wardrobe I keep my other party accessories. Who’d notice a few more cans of paint under all the rest, assuming you even have the opportunity actually have a look into my wardrobe in the first place.

Of course Rarity and Sweetie Belle are both bound to notice the decorative efforts I had added to their home. Just as every other Pony who would pass the Boutique. That much is unavoidable. I couldn’t help but smile at the notion as it crossed my mind. The idea that Ponies would see the Horses is hilarious, on second thought.

Too late to turn back, I have already painted all these Horses. They will look like us. At least for as long as the paint is covering them. Unless the changes are deeper than merely the surface of these Horses?

Thinking back at the moment, the first Pony did look at me, as if she had been alive. As if she had been a Horse version of me. How would Ponies react on seeing her smile at them with her blue eyes? Would they notice the wind blowing through her curly mane and tail? I had no idea, but it isn’t as if I could take it back. I don’t really want to.

The Horses reminded me of another incident, the one where I had been to the Mirror Pool. What if they are like these copies of me, only copies of all the friends they now impersonate? Is it good or bad that they are bound to the Carousel, or are they truly bound to her building and home at all.

Better they are the copies of us, than the Changelings who attempted the same feat. As much as I had enjoyed to incite one to take on my likeness. She sure had done that very good in my eyes. If not for the moment, maybe I could have enjoyed it. Had I been permitted to, at the time that is.

Incidents, incidents and more incidents. What I like is to have fun and throw parties. I need to see every Pony in the village of Ponyville smile and see them laugh. Laughter is after all my element. It is who I am, but I don’t need to permit it to limit me, just for that.

I have a driving need, a constant urge to make my friends laugh and smile. They know of it, but it doesn’t make them think less of me, they appreciate me for what I do for them and the effort I put into it.

Speaking of that, now I just have to wait, then I will have to paint the mannequins and sewing aides in her Boutique too. Just a matter of whom is to be painted on the respective once. I know I will come up with that as I stand before the task, once inside. I guess that will simply have to make due for now. I need my breakfast.