It was a normal Spring dawn for the lovely town of Ponyville, birds where chirping and fresh dew glistened along the green grass. While most ponies in the town where still asleep, a certain pink pony was up bright and early.

"Pinkie! Hurry up sweetie! You're gonna be late!" Yelled the sweet voice of Ms. Cake up the stairs and into Pinkie Pie's room. In her room was the giggling pony herself, her muzzle and face covered in what looked like clown makeup. As the pink mare finished the final touches on her masterpiece of a face paint art job, quite proud of herself, smiling in the mirror, she would practice on some of her jokes.

"Hey! Why are you so sad? You aren't? Then why the long face? Eh? Ahahaha!" Pinkie Pie laughed at her cheesy joke, smiling at herself in the mirror before getting up, and looking in her chest full of party supplies. The pink mare was a little confused as to why these ponies asked to have her host a party so early in the morning.. but.. she wasn't one to question a party, well.. accept for that griffin smile party.. that was a weird 5 minutes. Shaking her head, she would get those weird thoughts out of her mind, focusing more on what she had to pack. Some silly string, water flower, and her party cannon to top it all off. Once she was done, she would hear Ms. Cake calling up for her. "Comming!!" She yelled before rushing down the stairs, the smell of freshly baked goodies filled her noes, the smell sweet enough to make her flutter off of the ground and fly away into sugar heaven, but she had to put those feelings aside for now and prepair to make a lucky little birthday-stallion the happiest stallion in the world!

"Don't forget these sweetie, and remember to not shoot your party canon into the cake this time" Ms. Cake and Pinkie chuckled at the memory of that party the pink mare hosted, but without hesitation she would grab the goods that where wrapped neatly in a pink little blanket, and would throw them over her shoulder. It was all part of the costume as she was meant to look like a hobo clown, her hair painted blue, face all white and her lips where smeared with red lipstick. The rest of her body however was normal, other than the tatted load shirt and ripped up, dark brown cargo pants with big clown shoes.

"Ok! I'll be back in a couple of hours!" Pinkie said as she waved goodbye to Mr. and Ms. Cake, who where to busy making the sweets for the day to really pay attention to pinkie other than to say goodbye. As Pinkie walked outside, standing in-front of the famous 'Sugarcube Corner' she would take a deep breath in if the fresh spring air, she had noticed that Celestia had yet to rise her sun yet, but that was ok, seeing as how this party was so early, pinkie figured she still had a good 30 minutes until the sun came up. Making her way through the town, she would make her way towards the outskirts of ponyville, soon approaching the spot where the party was suppose to be hosted. When she arrived, she noticed there was a red and white checkered blanket on the ground, of course the sun was starting to rise by now, making it easy for pinkie to make out what was in the distance. As she got a little closer, she didn't really see any pony, this wasn't weird however seeing as they may have wanted to make sure pinkie would show up before they had the party to talk about party plans. That idea started to make the most sense to her as she seen a wooden trailer behind the large oak tree that was resting on the hill of where the party was going to be. As Pinkie Pie got a little closer, she would notice a stallion coming out of the trailer, smiling at the pink pony as she approached.

"Hello there! You must be pinkie pie!" The tall stallion said as pinkie approached him, his fur was bright white with a grey and white mixed main and tail, his flank showing the mark of a silver fork and spoon crossing over each other as they made an 'X' like shake on his rear. As Pinkie approached him, he would extend his hoof out to her, which the pink mare would happily accept with her own "The name's Silver Palate, it is an honor to meet you miss... Pinkie? Is that right?"

"My full name is Pinkamina Diane Pie, but everyone just calls me Pinkie Pie, or Pinkie, so Pinkie is fine!" She cheered with a wide smile on her face, her eyes closed as she did. However, Pinkie Pie's smile would slowly turn into an awkward laugh, she noticed the stallion holding her hoof was still shaking it, when Pinkie tried pulling away from the fellow earth pony he would squeeze her hoof tightly, Pinkie Pie was now trying hard to pull her hoof away, to get herself free as she yelled out "W..What are you doing sir? Please let go of me, you're scaring me!" She would give a few more tugs, soon she started feeling unable to keep pulling her good back, looking up with fear as her body started to slowly feel numb.

"Shhh, it's ok my pink little princess, just let the poison sink in, all it takes is a simple skin in skin contact for the poison to take affect... that's what you're feeling now" he said with a clear smirk on his muzzle "do you feel it Pinkie? The more you struggle.. the harder it is to resist, your body is feeling so tired and worn out.. you just want to go to sleep don't you? It's ok Pinkie, it's ok to give in... the quicker you learn to submit... the easier life will be for you" As he was rumbling on, Pinkie's eye-lids where getting to heavy to keep open, she was trying her hardest to stay awake, to stay alive, to stay focused! Anything she could do to get away! But it was to late, she could feel herself growing so tired... So helpless... Maybe if she jus-

Thwack

"Good girl" was all Silver Palate said as he stared down at his unconscious treasure, he couldn't believe this was happening, that it was this easy, he knew exsacly who Pinkie Pie was, he adored her, he thought of her as the cutest little princess in all of Equestria! He knew of course she wasent a real princess.. but it didn't matter.. once he was done with her, she wouldn't remember her old life, she won't remember any of this.. the poison had a lot of help with that.. No, Pinkie Pie was a fresh slate, one he was going to twist and mold into his own personal toy.. his little pet.. his little plaything that would soon come to love and worship her loving Master~.

Author's Note

This is my first ever story I have ever written! So please don't just spam me with evil comments about how this sucks or that there to many grammatical errors. Instead help me make this story the best it can be! I want this story to be more than a short read! I want to be a book! And quest! An adventure! So the more love and helpful ideas you give me, the better I write! -Walk