The sun could be seen peaking out, as it finally rose over the horizon, yet the morning rain was persistent. It was still promised to be a very fine and warm day in Centaur Dale.
The teacher had even promised the little foals a day out in the green on a picnic. She obviously trusted the weather team and their schedule, but why not? They rarely made a mistake serious enough to cause any undue distress on any of the small village’s population.
The market was just starting to stir up as the activity was picking up under the watchful sun beaming down on any and all who had gotten out of bed. Fruits, vegetables and other items were to be sold and thus change hands during the day.
The café in centre had just opened and eager Centaurs started to file in, in hopes of a well-deserved breakfast. The convenience of being served, particularly this early in the day is popular. The stallion tending the counter had a rather stiff job before him as the shop was filling up, closing in on capacity. The mare had already arranged the tables outside, now tending to cleaning up tables and serving their customers.
As the light from the sun played along the line of the room, and finally did hit my pillow, it woke me up. I may enjoy an early morning, but the sun is all I have in the manner of waking me up.
I slide the quilt to the side towards the wall before I slowly slip my legs down and off of the bed, finding myself standing steadily on all four hooves. Squeaking noises followed me towards the wardrobe as I moved along towards the door. Celestia’s sun playing tag in the room, sending merry reflections from my shiny, yellow body.
Like all in my family, I have the glistering black rubbery suction cup hooves. Likewise, I have the same fashion of bat wings. I had been gifted with a metallic electric blue mane, the one thing sticking out. I had chosen to fashion the bangs while keeping the rest in thick braids along my back.
As I reach the wardrobe, I reach forth and open the door by sliding it to the right. Now I could easily see the garments hidden within the small space. I reach out my right hand and fetch a red rubbery top, examining it before I slip it over my head, feeling the sleek, slippery material slide down my body, eagerly accepting me by stretching over my jigglies in order to find their place, and contain my bust, an orb like B cup and the fairly large nibbles. From here I motion towards the matching skirt and slip into it with the same ease.
As I close the door of the wardrobe, I can admire the black miniature hooves on the fingers of my right hand. I guess I could afford myself to enjoy the look as I closed the door while in private.
Now I trot to the door and slide it to the right, before I exit the room and close the door after myself. Eager to catch a lazy breakfast, I continue out and into the hall where I pick up my saddle bags and strap them on before I continue towards the door.
Once at the door I slide it to the right and proceed, sliding it closed after myself. with that, I trot towards the Café, where the stallion now is awaiting me, just like he is awaiting all the steady customers who enjoy their breakfast at his place.
After trotting along the street for a few minutes, I came up to the Café and slowed down in order not to slam into the door. There are a few Centaurs before in line, but I could wait a few more minutes, in order to have what I came for. It isn’t as if I had been in that much of a hurry. I am not late for anything.
Standing in like, I could see the next order the sought for breakfast. Then another and the next. Finally, my place came up. I take a step forwards and address the stallion behind the counter.
“Good morning, Mr. Cake, a nice day for an early breakfast!” I exclaimed.
“Morn’, morn’, Miss. It certainly is. What would you like to have?” he responded.
“Apple squeeze and a large Apple Pie!” I put forth.
“Ah, yeah. The usual, then. Just a moment and she will be right there with your breakfast!” he added.
“I like the usual!” I nodded as I turned and walked towards my regular table.
As a Centaur, I never did need a seat, we have tables. Of course, I knew Mr’s. Cake would be with me momentarily, she is a swift and reliable mare, when it comes to a crunch, such in rush hours. Both for breakfast and lunch. I knew I get my meal right on cue and in time to enjoy myself here.
“Morning, here is your usual breakfast!” Mr’s. Cake prompted as she reached the table.
“Morning, and thanks. I always love coming here for my regular breakfast!” I responded as she placed the plate before me.
“You are quite welcome. We always love having you here, always so nice and appreciative. Besides, it is the regulars who pay the bills, as it were!” she responded.
“I love the service and convenient comfort. Besides, I know I guess quality here. Always worth standing up for, as well as coming back to!” I pointed out as I bit down on the squeezer for my first slurp.
She soon slipped back into the line and continued serving the others. I know, I have seen it, I don’t need to follow her with my eyes to know what she was doing or where she was going.
As much as I may enjoy following with my gaze, but I love my breakfast too. It isn’t that I fear either of the two, they are just nice Centaurs. Reliable and kind, they don’t step out of line.
I used the fork, digging into my pie. Oh yeah, the pie. They certainly do make a delicious pie worth dying for, if it ever came down to it. Thankfully, it never has this far.
In between the mouth fulls, I grab the squeezer and bite down in order to have some more of the juice. It is the choice among us of the Bat type. Of course, some others do enjoy it as well, all for their very own and highly personal reasons.
As I had finished the pie and squeezed the last out of my juice out, I left the table and headed out, only stopping by the counter on my way, bidding the stallion a good day. I am most likely going back for lunch, of course. I love having my lunch here.
Santa Pink is coming to Town: 2
I had just entered the throne room in the Royal castle of Friendship in Ponyville. I noted that Twilight Sparkle already is in the room, sitting in her very own thrown with Spike by her side, they are already looking at our crystalline map in the centre of the room.
“I noticed that you were also summoned!” she exclaimed as I entered the room, her mark making the common signal for being summoned.
“For once, it seems as if you are requested here, Twilight!” I responded with a fervent giggle.
“I can clearly see our marks on the map. Only once you entered the room, they are moving towards a position on the map I have never been to or even read about in my books before. How strange!” she responded.
“Most of us think you have read about every place and every thing by now. Considering how much time you spend in your library. No wonder you are growing board with it. On that note, you do have a steady influx of new books from all over the place. Books from far and wide!” I pondered.
“But, where are we going now? I have managed to realize that the name of the place is Centaur Dale, a village not all that different from our very own, aside from the detail about them being Centaurs. Besides, they have apparently never seen an actual Alicorn in the village either!” she pointed out.
“Something makes me think you need a spell similar to the one you used when we went with the Breezies, but for centaurs, this time!” I put forth with a sly grin.
“If you have the book explaining the spell, I guess we could be on our way?” she suggested.
“As a matter of fact!” I merely exclaimed, pulling the book out of my mane, hurtling it towards Twilight the Alicorn.
“Ah, thank you Pinkie Pie. You always have the upper hoof and go ahead. Even if we think you go the wrong way, or stumble too far ahead on occasion!” she responded.
“Oh, you are quite welcome. Are you by chance hinting towards the incident with the Parasprites?” I muttered.
“That is one obvious occasion, as much as we may regret it!” she responded.
Of course she had managed to catch the book, well before it had the chance to even get close to her. I guess magic of an Alicorn does have its advantages. On that note, I have a few tricks not even she has a clue about. The pages that never made it into her book.
I guess I am one of a kind in a way too many. I have been flying in more ways than Twilly care to count. Including the time I went ballistic after I had managed to reunite Cranky Doodle Donkey with his long lost love, the Donkey Matilda. Or one of the later occasion as I hopped off of her back in Canterlot and I flew off with my tail.
“We can as well be on the way, get the spell flash!” I incited in glee.
I could see her flap to the indicated page and read through the entire page of the description. A moment after she had read the page, the tip of her horn lit up as she started to gather the required magic and focused herself on the spell in actual terms.
Her horn grew brighter as the magic gathered in a ball of light growing and brightening. Before I knew it, the light is blinding and thus forced us to squint and finally close our eyes. The light is excruciatingly painful.
Once the magic had gathered enough strength, it shot out and hit the two of us, enveloping us in a chrysalis of brightness and magic. From there it kept growing until the changes had been completed.
The first detail to be seen is the rubbery sheen to the body. The most obvious is the additional upper abdomen and pair of arms with hands and fingers already fully formed.
On closer examination, I do look like my human counterpart from the waist up, even if ignoring the rubbery sheen and all the effects that cover, while the lower end is basically unchanged, aside from how my hooves had grown considerably more pronounced and become actual suction cups.
As I open my eyes, I could see the same changes to Twilight Sparkle. The Alicorn wings still on her Equine body, where they had always been since the ascension; that is.
As opposed to the spell that had turned us into Breezies, this one translated us into the specific Centaurs. In Twilight Sparkles case, it was little true difference. In my case, it apparently interpreted my persona and means or methods of interacting with and channelling magic in my very personal and highly unpredictable manner. I ended up with a pair of clear pink wings glowing slightly in the darkness surrounding me. My tail and mane did take up hints of Alicorn characteristics, but never really going far enough to be picked up in even this weak light. I soon realized in shock, how I had sprouted a horn, small as it is, but clearly matching the general shape and functionality of the common Unicorn of the village.
“Pinkie?” Twilight exclaimed, with her hands up and exclaiming herself, while my form had never managed to flow out of her field of view.
“Yes, Twilly. That is what they look like. On that note, I guess you have problems to reconcile my changes?” I added.
“I can see enough of your wings to know that they are there, Pinkie. I have some problems with what I feel as well. The visible traits and magical properties are all over the place. As if you couldn’t make up your mind when you draw an image of yourself!” she concluded.
“I know I was born as an Earth Pony, but that doesn’t limit me as a Pony, the way it does to most other Earth Ponies. I know you and our friends have seen me doing all manner of things no regular Earth Pony could possibly try!” I pointed out.
“Earth Ponies doesn’t fly, we all know that, Pinkie Pie. Just as Earth Ponies doesn’t perform arcane magic, but that never stopped you either!” she recognized.
“Guess we had better be off, we have a rather long flight ahead of us. I know the Ponies in Ponyville recognize me, just as I know the Centaurs were we are going; have no previous experience of either of us. They will just see us as we are upon our arrival, Twilight!” I prompted.
The castle is already well behind us, and the round firmly below us. I guess this will be a fun experiences and adventure for just the two of us.
“What a shock, the sun is up and shining today. Just a slight breeze, just as they promised!” I pointed out.
Author's Note
Pinkie Pie's POV
