Author's Note

Pinkie Pie's POV

Planning is Prologue: 1

As always, I have an idea and a plan for the next party. I need to keep them all happy, what’s strange about that? With the situation when I was sporting the wrong mark in fresh memory, I can’t suffer the village that fate all over again.

Of course I had to start with my very bestest of all bestest of bestest friends, Twilight Sparkle, our Princess of Friendship. Start at the centre and see the effects trickle down through the rivers all the way to the edges of Equestria. Then I can continue with the closest of my friends, my towns folk and the entire nation, just to start off the day. The rest of the day would happily go to the rest of the world, including the Diamond dogs and the Griffons.

First things first; that is the ingredients for the latest of my recipes. Maybe it isn’t a cake, or anything intended for that kind of the party; but I know, I will love having the first lick.

The local rubber is where I start, then I trotted around the village, following the descriptions my friend Zecora had given me. I had seen the pictures and read the formula in one of Twilight’s books a while back. I guess, I was too bored to just sit around; so the library was suffering a pink tornado, as I went through the room with infernal intensity and excitement as I went through the stack of books.

Poking through the village, its surroundings and the forest around it in the search for what I had in mind. I guess none was seeing the larger picture as they saw me digging for roots and pulling leaves. Just as Twilight had no inkling as to what I had been looking for in her library. She does have her library stuffed with all kinds of interesting books, even if she doesn’t know the extent of it.

I had filled a caulderon with the liquid latex rubber. The fluid bubbling lazily. I toss in hand-fulls of leaves and roots from the herbs. Mumbling the words the formula had explained in great detail. Knowing the inner meaning or not, but they made sense in a senseless manner only a Zebra like Zecora could have explained. All I need to do was to add the Twos, to the Twos and then add a few more Twos.

With a few other occasions pulled up, I knew where I was going and what was at stake. I don’t need to be a herbalist or a Shaman. All I need is to be Pink. I can’t explain it any better than that, and if I tried, you would merely end up with an aneurysm or something equally horrible. I couldn’t be guilty of that, now could I? Where is the fun in it in any event?

Of course I know how dangerous the Poisonous Joke could be, but I chose the Pink blossom, not the blue one we had stepped on as we stumbled onto the field of blossoms.

Half a pinch of Heart’s Desire was to follow the blossom. The order in which of application and the exact amounts are critical here so I had to have a stack of muffins by my side as I worked it all out in order to be on top of everything and be on full alert, even with the purpose and consequences in mind.

Then I had mixed in the pink Cherry blossom Petals. If they were there for the colour, or was it a symbolic beauty? The text did explain it. Yet, the meanings are a jumble for a Herbalist or a Shaman. That is on Zecora’s table.

As I mumbled the last chant I noticed how the liquid rubber slowly changed from just a semi clear mass into what was clearly solidifying into a specific form. This is when I sprinkled the hoof extract and a few herbs to reinforce the coherence. Even if I guess it will add something more to the mix, or was it just blending the toy with the target?

Once it had acquired its final form and solidified I bathed it in the Equine blood, creepy as that feels and sounds. Yet, it was important. I need this to be perfect for my Twilight.

With my gift ready, there is but the one last thing I had to do. She needs to be presented with what I had prepared for her. I need to give her the gift and permit her to enjoy what I knew she couldn’t help but be excited about, once she had seen it in the true light of what it could be and what it would do for her.

I had the cardboard box in my hands. Now I cover its inside with the black rubber, and the outside with pink rubber. Once the rubber had finally cured, I filled it with the bone white ultra fine sand and slipped the toy inside; before I placed the top of the box on and wrapped it up with shiny gift wrapper in order to make the final touch. Although the shiny amethyst hued silk ribbon tied it up nicely with the bow on the top and the name engraved on the label.

Trotting off from my room at the Sugar-Cube corner to the castle at the edge of the town is a breeze, which is about the time it takes me going there.

As I stopped at the door, I give it a firm knock and stopped to wait for the response. Apparently Spike opened the door.

“Hiya, Spike!” I exclaimed.

“Hiya, Pinkie Pie. What a nice surprise to have you by the door!” he responded.

“Yeah, I guess that is about right. Is Twilly in?” I continued.

“She sure is. You can find her by the study downstairs!” he responded and stepped out of my way, only to see me bounce on my way to where Twilight Sparkle was reading.