Author's Note

Pinkie Pie's POV

Preparations and Pink Balloons: 1

Why do I know all these things? It isn’t merely a matter of what I could never forget; these events had never taken place, yet I see them in the light of a vision from the past.

I already have a pink Balloon, as a matter of fact, I have several of them under my bed. Feather of a Phoenix is easy, to me they are a bit a dozen. Hoof of a Deer isn’t a challenge, just more rare. Smooze is a sticky business, but I have more than I need of that too. Scale of the Dragon; that was too easy, when Spike lives next door. A tail hair of a Zebra, Zecora is shedding more than I will ever need.

Typical, these potions require all these strange items for them to actually work.

Where are the funny potions, requiring but a few Everfree herbs with strange to funny names, when you are looking for them?

With the one brave pink balloon in the saddle on my back, I set forth to be at the hidden crossroad as she is in sight.

I step out the door, forsaking the breakfast in order to be, where I need to be when the time is right. For you see! Timing, is everything. Now I intend to be at my post, and just in time to strike her at the first sight. I can not give her the luxury, and I can not afford her the instant of waiting.

The dark Knight is on her way, the Queen known as Chrysalis. A dark mare, the Queen of Changelings.

Stepping forth, and out into the spares light of Princess Luna’s moon with the balloon in hoof; throwing it in a high arched volley in order to hit the intended, ideal spot on the middle of her back.

“Party on, my dear and brave Balloon!” I exclaim, as the arch is already drawn out; the target no longer avoidable.

“If that is intended as a threat on my Royal person, it is the feeblest attempt in memory. If you are intending it as a warm welcoming greeting, it is the stranger out of a shadow; you are indeed the legend no mere Changeling dares to speak!” she proclaimed with mock fear in her voice.

“If I am to attack one such as you, my dear Dark Knight; why is the pink mare not armed with Torches and Pitchforks? There will be a party, in memory of the brave, pink Balloon; rest assured!” I proclaimed.

“Even one such as you should know that the Queen of Changelings is much too strong and powerful for mere Torches and Pitchforks. But then, I know you better than that; you are no mere mare like any regular Earth Ponies. I know you, the mare who spoke to one in my swarm; even knowing who and what she was at the time!” she responded.

“To me, there are very few true surprises. Yet, to you; one is about to hit home!” I pointed out as the balloon made a triumphant, wet splash at the center of her spine.

“Yes, but of course I knew of her and that she was a Changeling, already. Yet, it was fun; I fear she enjoyed it, even through the disappointment of my reactions!” I continued.

“What? What is this?” she wailed; as she feels the pink rubber spreading out over her back, coating her in the pink rubber from my balloon.

“That, my dear Crizzy; is the surprise, as it hit you from behind and with all the power you could never fathom!” I merely responded, in a fit of giggles.

“Of all the lowest trick a Pony could dream up in a thousand years!” she growled, her horn going alight in a flash.

Yet, as the full force of her magic struck out in a feeble attempt to wash her back clean of the remnants of the contents from my balloon, the power merely glanced off and hit empty space behind her.

“What? How could my magic not hit the vail pink rubber you smeared all over my back?” she yelled, in apparent anger.

“That, my dear Crizzy; is the surprise of a shielded potion, naturally it is immune to magic, fire and a few other means of attack. Yet, it should be perfectly harmless; unless you try a few more pointless escapes from what the potion is about to entail!” I explained warmly.

“A shielded Potion? I have heard of no such thing! Besides, how does one such as you learn of how to weave such a powerful brew in the first place?” she exclaimed.

“Good question. Yet, for all good it will do you; the answer isn’t quite that easily forthcoming. You do know of Dragons and Phoenixes, yes?” I prompted, in response.

“The fire-breathing beast, and the immortal bird; of course I know of them. Don’t be silly!” she responded, casting a glance at her back as the rubber now was engulfing almost her entire form.

“Aww, but I am so good at it!” I exclaimed.

“Yes, that you are; indeed!” she responded, giggling at my outburst.

“I guess you had better follow me home, where you were going is no more to you!” I instructed her.

“What! What have you done to me?” she whimpered.

“Done? Oh, but of course; I have filled out every last hole in your Changeling body and granted you more affection than you could have been prepared to endure in a long-term relation. See it as a blessing, even under the pink disguise!” I responded, as I lead her back to the village.

“Wait, wait, wait! That is impossible, one can’t simply fill out all the holes in a Changeling’s body; and you should know this, of all Ponies!” she responded.

“With rubber and a sufficient amount of affection, I apparently could. But alas, I will give you the time to explore your body in order to examine the changes; once we get home to Ponyville!” I prompted.

“I fear that is more affection than you could possibly spare; and on one such as myself, nonetheless!” she tried to protest.

“Emotions are not measured in time. Affection will surpass the boundaries of death, but my source of affection isn’t emanating from within the flesh of my body, dear Crizzy!” I explained.