The Pink Way

by Ponyess

Rating: teen
Tags: My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Alternate Universe, Human, Other, Changelings, Original Character, Comedy, Random, Adventure, Pinkie Pie, DJ P0N-3, Anthro
Length: 2856

My main aim is to see you smile and hear you laugh. Just that I require it being from the bottom of your very soul and heart. No mere shallow smile of an actor or actress will make a difference to me. I travel to you in order to throw the party.

I had gathered all I need for the prospective plan. There will be a party like no other, but it isn’t in Ponyville. As if I never planned a party in the Crystal Empire, in Manehattan or Canterlot before.

There is the suit I intend to wear on the adventure. I have a few items aimed towards freeing the participating girls to enjoy themselves here. Simple as makeup, suits and accessories; that is. How complicated did I have to be?

Once everything is packed, I could get going, even if I had chosen to go by first light. maybe the Earthly Pony is deeper rooted than they had thought.

Warning, warning; it is going to be a Riot!

Published 2015-10-21 22:10:01 UTC
Last updated 2016-03-20 12:18:01 UTC

Exploration and Entrance: 1

Author's Note

Dianne Diamond Trotter's POV

Exploration and Entrance: 1

”Pastries?” I exclaimed as I saw the little white box with my name on it.

Yet, I did pick it up and claim it. Maybe there is something good in it, even if it was just a cupcake?

Only as I realized that there is no pastries in it, I slipped into the nearest girls’ room in order to explore the gift. I could hear little clipperty, clapperty noises from inside. The sound told me more of the content, it sounds as if there are a few cosmetic items within. Maybe she had my colours down.

As I had closed the door behind me and locked myself within the cramped confines I finally did open the package. Just curious choice of box. Why had she chosen the white paper box for pastries? Had she picked them up at her local bakery or café? If only I had realized just how close to the spot I had been.

What I had found is a metallic bloody red lip-gloss, a silver metallic shadow and the black mascara. Now I figured I could as well try them on. She certainly had my colours down, and they look as if they are high quality products better than I commonly bought in the local store.

I had applied the lip gloss, the eye-shadow and the mascara. Only now my lips glister as if covered with a thick high gloss gel lube, only the metallic bloody red, rich and complete covering my lips perfectly. Silly me, I had applied a second and third coating before I had thought of it, a habit born out of the quality I had available to me.

Then I had applied the eye-shadow in the same manner as the lip-gloss and the mascara. Now I put a finger on the lower lip, only to find it slippery and rubbery sleek while it insistently refused to smear in the least. Pressing down, I found the lip more elastic than expected, not just covered with the rubber but apparently growing elastic due to absorbing the thick gel gloss. Looking closer, my eyelashes are a deep mid-night black, yet glistering in the same manner as the gloss and shadow.

“If this will last the night, I will save a fortune of make-up in the month to come!” I told myself.

Then I followed an off notion of a crazy idea and pulled my top down and painted my nibbles with the gloss. I did it, maybe I should not have, but that is too late to regret now. Maybe the idea of seeing them as my hidden cherries was the idea? I guess this is an appealing image to me. Considering how the gloss had refused to smear in the least, just as the red glossy glistering hue of the gloss had filled in the blanks.

As I slipped the top back up, I could feel the fabric slipping along the slippery and sleek Cherries on my chest. I guess I could refer to them as the Cherries on top of my Cupcakes, while some would say Hooters. I love the delicious feel to the entire situation.

Maybe I should have been saving on the gloss, not knowing the effect it was to have on me and my Nibbles. The slippery surface as if lubes and the red hue as if they had been these delicious Cherries. Only elastic as rubber balls.

I had left the girls’ room and walked to the hall of the party, feeling uncharacteristically excited and all giddy. Just as I had failed to explain even to myself how and why. Then I had resigned to explaining it off on the gift and the looks it was lending me. It is after all the best and most exclusive, high quality make-up I had afforded myself or used to the day. If only I had known just how high quality and how exclusive these products truly are? Yet, I had no clue as of yet.

As I exit the room, the thick and heavy base line is pulling me forwards. I guess the wall had covered it up, but one in the open, it was pulling at my strings. I was clearly moving into a party mood as I moved towards the large hall.

As I pass the gates to the hall, the girl named Diana is in the room. I recognize her red gloves and boots. Although I guess the top and skirt is fairly easy to see as well. Yet, she is the Patron of the party. She is supposed to be easy to pick out and recognize. In case I need to ask her anything, or if anything is running out?

“Diana, thanks for inviting me and the gift. How could you possibly know?” I inquired as I had thanked her from the bottom of my heart in all sincerity.

“Diane Diamond Trotter, you are quite welcome. You are enjoying your little gift, I take it!” she merely responded.

What hit me first is how she had pronounced my full name as if she had known me from birth. The wish for me to enjoy myself had only come second.

Looking down, only to see the boots she had been wearing all this time. From the front they may look like high heels, although it seems to be as if she was in plateaus, more than the common high heels.

Knee high boots, but the tip, where I imagined her toes to be had a curious; but striking semblance of hooves of a Pony. I just refused to accept or realize the implications.

“I plan and throw parties; I know the once attending quite intimately, if you excuse the expression?” she then pointed out.

“Then you knew my colour preferences? And supplied a quality product in order to secure my happiness?” I inquired.

“Yes, but of course. Besides, only the best I could get my hands on would make due. What isn’t your smile worth, when you think of it? I don’t need to stare at you all day to value your joy either!” she pointed out.

“Why do I have the impression, my joy is worth more than the cost of the make-up could possibly be worth? I think I need something to drink, then I will dance for a while!” I pointed out.

“Didn’t you know? Just make sure to enjoy yourself all night!” she exclaimed as I left for the line of bottles on the table to the right along the wall.

“Just you wait, when you realize just how good these products are. You will not need any new make-up. On the other hoof, I bet you will be surprised when you realize what these items are and how they are already affecting you!” Pinkamena Diana Pie thought to herself as I had left.

Should I have considered the possibility, there was no make-up remover to wash my face of, after the party, before I went to bed? The girl does play for keeps, and she is dead serious about my smile and my laughter. Only the effect is deeper than I had noticed, deeper than I could possibly have realized.

The gloss had already left my lips glossy, glistering in a metallic bloody red. Same as my Nibbles or Cherries. My eye-lids the silver metallic and nicely glossy, now a solid yet highly elastic rubber. Just as my eye-lashes now will stay the same black, shiny and glistering. Had I looked into a mirror, I would have noticed just how even they are, and that they apparently had grown to two thirds of an inch in length. There is no changing it back, no point in regretting it. Yet, I guess it does look good.

Once at the table, I picked a bottle of Cider and slipped the cap of and took a sip before I left the table behind. Slowly sipping the beverage, enjoying the surprisingly rich flavour.

Following the table, just a few feet from the wall as I walked towards the scene where the DJ was standing, playing her music. Apparently, it is Pon-3. Scratching the Vinyl as she went, record by record. She did keep the pitch and beat tightly in her fist. By instinct and or equipment, but she had the crowd eating out of her palm. I just had to hand it to her and the party planning who had picked her for the party. I do love this party.

I placed the bottle on the table as I closed in on the stage just as a new tune came on.

Maybe I should brave the stage and dance? It sounded rather exciting now. With the cider behind me and the music pounding, and pulling at me. Not that I have a problem with dancing, or a stage fright.

Dancing Away: 2

Author's Note

Sapphire Dagger's POV

Dancing Away: 2

I had been surprised by the items the gift included. Maybe it is in the way they are spot on, exactly what I had been looking for but not had the time to buy just yet.

Most of the items looks like regular make-up, and the shower gel. The shock is initially in the choice of colours, and secondary in the high quality I experience.

Only the real shock is the sapphire dagger emblem on each and every product included in the set I had been given. This certainly is not a common brand, or even the way you market a brand. It is intended for me with an intimately individual product line and design here.

I had chosen to have a shower, just to test the product, and it felt glorious. Since I had no towel, the sauna is my preferred option. I slipped in there from the shower and stayed only as long as it took me to dry off.

While I was at it, I applied the lip-stick and the nail polish, both clear sapphire blue. The metallic electric blue is the shadow I happily applied. The I continued with the black mascara.

While alone in my privacy, I applied the gloss to my nibbles and orchid. maybe I should not have, but I felt I could try it, just for the kick of it.

Now I slip the sapphire blue top down over my head, experiencing the gift for my very first time. From there I continue with the skirt, stepping into it, enjoying the blue material the fully integrated panties had been made out of. Even if the skirt is blue as well.

Before I leave, I placed my right index finger on the lower lip, only to realize that it is dry, as wet as the looks had given me the impression of. I see the gel gloss as thick, luxury and shiny as it may be. My nails had the same look and feel. Only now it dawned upon me the first glimpse of what it was doing to my Nibbles and orchid.

Maybe I was to refer to my Nibbles as blue Cherries instead? It is what they look like as I thought of it.

Standing before a large full-size mirror where I guess it should never have been. Only I see the hint of a ripple effect to the surface and stretch forth my right hand to feel it for myself, only to stumble and trip right into the mirror. When I had fully recovered my balance, I realize I am on the other side, of what is to pass for a portal.

-

For a moment, I wonder where I am, and where I had gone to. hen I see clear signs of what is to pass for a throne room. I am in a castle.

Naturally the shock came next. The Princess is obviously a Pony. The horn on her forehead plane as the light of Celestia’s day. If it had been all, but she clearly has a pair of wings on her light purple back as well. Then I noticed something else, something more. There is a darker, deeper purple star on her flanks. Only it is on top of a similar white star and several diminutive stars encircling it.

“Good morning, Sapphire Dagger!” the princess greeted me before I had the time to consider.

“Good morning, Princess!” I responded with a slightly trembling voice.

“Welcome to Ponyville, my name is Twilight Sparkle!” she then continued.

“Thank you, Princess Twilight Sparkle. That does explain quite a few things, right there!” I responded.

“You are quite welcome, Sapphire; but please, call me Twilight. All my friends and most others commonly do!” she pointed out.

“Oh, on a more informal basis. I guess I can live with that!” I responded in a sheepish voice as it grew more apparent what is around me.

“I am the Princess of Friendship, informal is more friendly, wouldn’t you say? Besides, the Title is new and doesn’t quite come natural on me just yet. I guess I will have the time to get used to it, going by the Princess of the Night and Day!” she explained.

“You have a Princess controlling the night and day, as in the sun and moon here?” I exclaimed dumbfounded.

“Celestia, my mentor controls the Sun, yes. While Luna is managing the Moon, the sky and the dreams of the night. They have performed admirably for at least a thousand years!” she explained further.

“Then they are immensely powerful, just to manage their tasks, aside from living that long!” I pondered.

“On that note, I take it my friend Pinkie Pie invited you. Or is she fashioning herself by her middle name; Diana, amongst the Humans?” Twilight prompted.

“You know Diana? Her middle name?” I inquired in surprise.

“Yes, but of course I know Pinkamena Diana Pie. If you had seen me as Queen, she would have been the princess of Laughter.

“I was attending the party she had thrown, on the other side of the mirror; that is!” I responded with some added insecurity; I could have been seen as insane, or been revealing something that was deemed too great a secret for me to know.

“Throwing parties? Now, that is Pinkie. She apparently throws parties at the drop of a hat, for anyone and for whatever reason. Birthdays, marriages, anniversaries, new arrivals or cutecineras. Don’t worry, as curious as it may be that you found the mirror, or the means with which she came to your community!” she then prompted.

“Well, she threw one in our city. I had the impression she only wanted to see us smile. Does she travel much? And by what means are you referring to?” I inquired.

“She lives to see us smile, and you are just one more. She is making friends with anyone and anything in sight. She knows Ponyville intimately. On that note, she is more or less incapable of forgetting!” Twilight added.

“Just how many friends could she possibly have and keep track of? Even if she fails to forget the details?” I inquired, interest now piqued.

“Not even Celestia knows the answer to that. You will have to ask her directly, but the answer is likely to change on a daily basis. Then, I gave up trying to explain her years back. She is supposed to be an Earth Pony, no wings or horn; that is. she never permitted this to get in her way. She is defying all boundaries!” she continued.

“How about a cup of tea?” Twilight inquired.

“Thank you, Twilight. A cup of tea would be just right now!” I responded.

“Spike, Spike!” she called out.

“Yes, Twilight. You called?” the little Dragon responded as he scurried into the throne room as fast as he could, once finished off sorting the book he was holding in his small claws.

“Tea, for two. Unless you like to join in, in which case it would be for three!” she instructed the purple Dragon.

“Oh, that’s simple!” he responded as he ran off.

“Since you don’t have anywhere to stay, I could have him assign you one!” Twilight prompted as the Dragon left the room.

“Yeah, I don’t have anywhere to stay. I guess I could be a guest at your court, if you have a spare room?” I indicated.

“Of course I have a spare room. This is a large castle all to myself and Spike. The problem is not to get lost!” she responded.

“Thank you, Princess!” I responded.

“Tea for three!” Spike announced as he returned with the tea.

I could see Spike placing the cups around the table, one on each place. One for me, one for Twilight and one for himself. Then she applied the heat onto the kettle of water by breathing fire on it.

“There, the tea is ready!” he pronounced.

“Thank you Spike!” Twilight exclaimed.

Then she poured up water in each of the cups, seeing as it poured down through the leaves.