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1 - Pinkie Pie

The cool night air felt nice on Pinkie Pie’s skin. She wasn’t sure what time it was exactly, she had been outside now for so long, but she enjoyed the soft breeze and took a moment to stare up at the starry night. When she wondered outside earlier she came upon a large white bowl on the grass that contained a liquid she had never seen before. She had stared at it with furrowed eyebrows and leaned in closer to smell the liquid, and the strong smell made her take a step back. She was still curious, though, which is why she had stepped back in front of the bowl. She had stuck her small tongue into the bowl and bent over so she could take a few licks. It was ridiculously strong but the taste was intoxicating, and she couldn’t help but slurp it up.

She had finished almost all of the liquid, and a cheerful tune filled the air. She smiled at the song as she felt a sense of relaxation take over her. The strange drink had certainly had an impact on her. As the joyful tune continued to play, making Pinkie Pie softly hum, she felt a sudden lump in her throat. She felt the lump move further along her throat until it reached her mouth, and a soft hiccup left her lips. Her eyes widened slightly as she saw a bubble escape, and Pinkie Pie giggled at the sight. The bubble floated up higher and higher into the air until it burst with a soft pop.

Pinkie Pie felt another bubble forming in her throat, and once again when she let the hiccup escape, she saw another bubble. She smiled at the bubble until it popped like the previous one, which was when Pinkie Pie came up with an idea. If I put more effort into blowing the bubbles, they should come out bigger, she thought.

She took in a deep, determined breath before she pushed her lips into an O shape. In the background she heard a sudden change in music, and she heard soft notes going higher and higher as each second passed. She ignored it and blew hard, her cheeks all red, and let a long, thin bubble fall from her lips. As Pinkie Pie finished her bubble creation and let it escape, she noted that the music had come down from its high tone.

She let out a small “Huh?” when she saw that the bubble had changed its shape and turned itself into a round bubble. She ignored the bubble’s transformation with a shake of her head, and went on with her plan. She wanted to keep on blowing bubbles!

Pinkie Pie prepared herself once more, taking in a long, deep breath, ready to blow another bubble. As she took in the air she noticed again how the music around her slowly became higher, the notes increasing as Pinkie Pie’s cheeks turned red. Eyes shut and mind focused, Pinkie Pie pushed her lips together to let out another bubble, and the music slowly took a dip. Excited to see her new bubble, Pinkie Pie was quick to open her eyes, only to have them blink repeatedly as she tried to make sense of what was in front of her. She certainly wasn’t dreaming, as when she opened her eyes her new bubble was still in its strange shape.

Floating above Pinkie Pie was a square bubble, with corners that looked both sharp and soft at the same time. Pinkie Pie was about to step closer to get a better view of the bubble when it suddenly popped, a soft noise in the air. Pinkie Pie shook her head in confusion and decided to carry on. Who knew what other shapes she could create?

Pinkie Pie plopped down on the soft grass, preparing herself to blow an even bigger bubble than the previous two. She wanted to make a bubble so large it was all she could see, so she needed to prepare herself properly. She felt comfortable enough on the ground, and she once again shut her blue eyes and took in a long, deep breath, her cheeks filling up with air. Once more that strange music filled Pinkie Pie’s ears, and with each second it increased in tone. It went much higher than the last few times.

She must have looked so silly with her pink cheeks all puffed up, but she didn’t care all that much. Pinkie Pie then quickly let the air escape her lips, worried that she wouldn’t be able to hold her breath any longer. As all the oxygen spurted out of Pinkie Pie’s small lips, the music took another deep slope, going lower and lower. It stopped at that point until Pinkie Pie felt satisfied with the air she had pushed out of her lips, and a cheery tune then filled the air instead. It certainly calmed Pinkie Pie down after all the effort she put into creating the bubble.

Pinkie Pie fluttered her eyes open to look at her creation. She gasped at the large bubble and how much space it took up. It was nice and shiny and jiggled slightly in the air. Pinkie Pie wanted to continue on with her admiring of the bubble when the sudden change in music caught her attention. She turned around on her spot, trying to find the source of what sounded like a quartet of violins. The tune was an insidious one, and it gave Pinkie Pie the feeling that something bad was about to happen. Something scary was coming her way. Pinkie Pie could also hear a bassoon joining in, the deep notes making Pinkie Pie shudder. Pinkie Pie looked around and noticed that everything had changed. The trees were gone, her cottage was gone, the river was gone… And all that was left was complete and utter darkness. She spun around quickly on the spot, trying to find something, anything that looked familiar, but there was nothing left but strangeness.

With a shaking body she looked back at the large bubble and watched on as it throbbed and shook in the air. With her mouth agape, Pinkie Pie watched on in horror as the bubble finished morphing and jiggling.

It was… Pinkie Pie.

A clone.

A complete copy, and Pinkie Pie gasped in horror as she looked at the bubble. It was like looking into a mirror, and Pinkie Pie was utterly terrified, and it didn’t help that the chilling tune changed again. She could hear more bassoons this time, as if there was an invisible band playing around her, and she shook on the spot. Pinkie Pie focused her eyes on her pink bubble clone and watched as it suddenly leaped into the air with a skilled jump. As the clone leaped into the air the bassoons followed along, and they increased in pitch with each inch the clone rose up higher. The clone turned around slightly so she could send Pinkie Pie a stare, and she batted her thick eyelashes at the confused pony.

Pinkie Pie gave the bubble clone a soft smile, her eyes soft as she observed her mirror image. But as the realization sunk in, and she came to terms with the fact that there was somehow a complete copy of herself right in front of her, the smile dropped. A sense of fear filled her up as she worried about what the bubble clone was going to do. As the fear and worry slowly took over Pinkie Pie the violins played a much higher tune. It sounded as if there was a large group of people giving out high pitched screams. The bassoons in the background also made Pinkie Pie shudder as they dove into a deep tune and a consistent beat was played. It almost sounded like footsteps, and Pinkie Pie was worried something terrifying was getting closer.

The tune in the air didn’t seem like it was going to stop at all, and Pinkie Pie could only think of one solution to get her out of here. She took in a deep breath like earlier, this time keeping her eyes open, scared about someone or something approaching her out of nowhere. With her lips pressed together to form a tiny circle, Pinkie Pie pushed as much air she could out of her mouth. The bubble stayed round for a short moment before it morphed into a bubble pony, and Pinkie Pie gasped in shock.

She blew another bubble and prayed that this one would turn out different, but that bubble too changed into a pink bubble pony. Pinkie Pie decided to try one last time, hoping this strange curse would be over. She took in a deep breath, her wide eyes stuck on the bubble ponies she had created earlier, and pushed all the air out of her mouth with a soft grunt. The bubble floated in the air for a few quick seconds before it slowly morphed into yet another bubble clone, and Pinkie Pie groaned loudly in anger and frustration.

She panted wildly and she looked at the whole gang of bubble clones, her mind racing, trying desperately to come up with a solution to her strange creations. As her mind fumbled over ideas, the violins continued to play a shaky tune, as if somebody was playing the instrument with worried, trembling hands. The song reached its peak with a loud, screeching noise in the air.

Pinkie Pie took one shaky step back as her bubble clones lined up right in front of her, their round eyes all looking straight at her. She wasn’t sure where to look, and she was worried about not keeping an eye on them. They had ganged up on her, surrounding her with smiles that may have looked friendly to some, but Pinkie Pie read them as sinister. There was something not quite right with their shiny smiles. The bassoons had suddenly started to slow down from its fast pace and had a few moments of silence before each note. The notes had also slowly quieted down until only a soft thud could be heard. This lasted only a little while before the notes slowly rose in both speed and noise, causing poor Pinkie Pie to be overwhelmed with fear. She had a feeling something was getting closer, and the music wasn’t helping at all. Her eyes darted left to right, trying to see if anything was coming her way.

Pinkie Pie’s attention was caught by her clones and their large, puffed out chests. They were threatening her, making a stance for some reason. They had morphed their once small mouths into long, thick trumpets, their hooves pressing into the instrument as they blasted a tune into Pinkie Pie’s face. She jumped back with a whimper, the sudden noise startling her. Their smiles had disappeared and there was no longer a light behind their eyes, and they instead stared at Pinkie Pie with glares. They sent her devious smirks every few moments. As the strong song continued, their handmade trumpets squished together to form a rather large trumpet bell that grew bigger with each second. The trumpet sounds had suddenly disappeared and were replaced with deeper, declining notes that sent shivers down Pinkie Pie’s spine. Her eyes widened as the slowly inflating trumpet bell went from the soft pink colour of the clone’s skin to a bright, shiny gold, looking exactly like a real trumpet. It grew larger and larger as the clones continued to play, and soon it was all Pinkie Pie could see. The gold edges of the trumpet bell and the unnerving darkness of the inside of it had taken over Pinkie Pie’s vision.

It seemed the trumpet bell couldn’t handle all the stretching, because Pinkie Pie noticed how the golden instrument was beginning to shake greatly. The trumpet released a large, ongoing bass note, a deep noise in the air that made Pinkie Pie want to cover her ears. She had no time for such a reaction, however, because the trumpet had been pushed too far. It exploded with a deafening crashing of cymbals, right in the face of Pinkie Pie who screamed in response.

Pinkie Pie heard a loud thumping noise, and looked up to see even more clones marching out of the ruined trumpet bell. They had stretched out their arms wildly to create instruments, with some of them gripping bassoons while others were beating down on drums. The Pinkie Pie clones used their instruments to create deep, menacing noises, and they made sure their feet clomped against the ground in time with the beat. Pinkie Pie looked at the scene with her eyes wide and mouth agape, utterly consumed by the scene in front of her. They all looked just like her and matched almost angrily along to the beat of the tune.

The worried pony gasped out loud when she saw what two of her clones were doing. One pony would stretch its legs out far in front of her, overtaking the pony that was scrunched down to the ground. Then the smaller pony would mimic its larger twin, stretching its long legs as far as possible so it increased in size. The once big pony clone would shrink, in between the legs of the bigger clone.

Pinkie Pie shook her head on confusion, her eyes shut tight as she tried to comprehend the strange contortions. She didn’t know how they managed to move so strangely. When she opened her eyes she found herself looking at Mrs. Cake. She was still the soft blue colour, with a same small pattern of cupcakes on her side, but she had that same bubble texture just like all the other clones. Mrs. Cake happily marched away, her snout contorted into a small trumpet. She played the instrument happily, her eyes wide and bright, with a much larger clone of herself closely following behind. The larger clone was round, her blue skin all puffed out, and she excitedly shook a cowbell in each hand.

The large Mrs. Cake clone didn’t seem to have any regard for the smaller one, and she soon squished the much smaller version of Mrs. Cake. The small clone was stuck in between the ground and her aggressor’s large foot, and with each squash her trumpet let out loud noises. Squish, squish, squish, the little clone’s trumpet was swelling in size with each impact. Her trumpet let out a loud horn sound, with a mix of trumpet noises, letting out an ear piercing note.

The petite Mrs. Cake picked up her speed and look back at the large bully with narrowed eyes, not even trying to hide her frustration. Soon, Mrs. Cake went back to her happy trumpeting, focused on her long instrument once more, only to have her large twin squish her again. Just like earlier, the larger Mrs. Cake squished the tiny version with her wide feet, causing her little trumpet to bulge wildly. With each step a similar horn and trumpet sound could be heard, filling up the air with its almost painful noise.

Unable to let it go again, the little Mrs. Cake was quick to slip behind the larger version, giving it a swift, angry kick to the butt. The large Mrs. Cake had an almost instant reaction and split itself into three clones, all with puffed out chests. With trumpets coming out of their nose, they blasted a tune into the petite Mrs. Cake, their hands on their round hips. The little Mrs. Cake glared at her bullies, her eyebrows furrowed and her mouth in a slight snarl. In reaction she grew dramatically in size, her hands planted firmly on her round hips as she puffed her chest out dramatically in the direction of her previous aggressors. Mrs. Cake had puffed her blue chest out so much it almost took up all of their vision.

Pinkie Pie let out a light gulp at the Mrs. Cake’s transformation. Pinkie Pie had never seen her like that. Mrs. Cake was normally so quite natured and motherly, and Pinkie Pie was so used to seeing the blue pony with her caring and kind attitude. This Mrs. Cake was completely different, with a rage inside of her Pinkie Pie never thought she’d see. In reaction to the terrifying Mrs. Cake, the three clones that had taunted her had slowly decreased in size, along with their trumpets. The noise from their trumpets slowly descended and eventually faded away completely when a still angry Mrs. Cake formed bright gold cymbals in between her hands, using them to smash the now average sized clones.

With a deafening crash, the trio of Mrs. Cake clones disappeared, and there then appeared a whole bunch of Pinkie Pie clones. With their feet planted on the dark ground, they pushed their mouths out to form trumpets before marching along in a small circle. They quickly met the timing of the music, their trumpets matching the beat. They left the perfectly formed circle and exited towards the side, now marching along in one single line. The Pinkie Pie clone at the front of the line seemed to have taken charge and used its trumpet to take on a new tune, while the booming sound of the double bassoons could still be heard. They were deep and menacing, and Pinkie Pie didn’t like how insidious all the music sounded.

Pinkie Pie whimpered slightly when she saw that her clones her overtaking her area, not giving her the slightest bit of space. They marched below her at first before they slowly came up her left side, where a sudden change in the trumpets could be heard. When they reached the space above her head, the clones increased in size, boxing Pinkie Pie in completely. Her eyes darted left and right, trying to keep an eye on all the mysterious clones, but that didn’t even matter. She had no chance to fight them off. Their bodies became far too round and puffy, their trumpet noises becoming deeper and deeper. The dozens of fattening clones didn’t seem to notice how little space their had left, and their bubble bodies created squeaky noises with each moment that passed. There was no longer a frame, and Pinkie Pie had her vision completely cut off, her space filled up by nothing but pink, squishy bubble clones.

Their marching had stopped, and it seemed that the round clones had finally realized the gravity of their situation. Pinkie Pie covered her eyes, shakily awaiting for the moment where their skin stretched far too much and they exploded. She knew what was coming, and soon the clones became even angrier. They pushed and shoved against one another, although it was a hard task with the little room they had left. The clones had their eyes narrowed in anger as they stared one another down, each of them fighting for room. As they inflated more and more, their pink bodies squeaking in the darkness, their cheeks became puffy and their eyes widened wildly. Their faces were pressed closely together and their chubby cheeks rubbed against each other. Their pink bodies could no longer handle all the stretching and widening, their bodies far too round and bulging now. The clones shook violently while the bassoons still released deep notes in the background, and when they hit their final note, the clones had been pushed too far.

A deafening cymbal crash filled the air and Pinkie Pie cringed at the loud noise, her eyes still shut in fear. The clones had exploded in time with the crashing of cymbals, and when Pinkie Pie looked up from behind her eyes, her clones had vanished. She breathed in a sigh of relief, but she knew her nightmare wasn’t over yet. Her ears were once again filled with a horrifying tune.

In the distance was a large house, and its few lights made it stand out slightly against the dark sky. It had several windows that were suddenly filled up with the faces of Pinkie Pie, even more of her clones present. They looked through the window with wide eyes and large grins.

“Look out, look out, pink ponies on parade…” Came the dark, deep voice. As these words were sung they pried the windows open, stepping inside like they were welcome to invade the home. The Pinkie Pie clones could be seen everywhere. They entered even more windows on the side of the house and could be seen parading up and down the home’s several stair cases. They swung their arms back and forth wildly, look determined and ready to take on anyone who dare opposed them. They skipped along the stairs, twirling in the air for a second before carrying on with their march. Every nook and cranny had been filled up by Pinkie Pie clones, and it was hard to find a spot free of the pink pony copy.

A rather round, chubby Mrs. Cake clone squeezed her way through the small opening, her shiny bubble skin making squeaky noises as it pushed up against the sides of the door. Her arms were stuck out beside her, her body far too round to place them closely by her side. Her cheeks were round and her eyes looked tired, and her skin was completely see through. Looking through the Mrs. Cake clone revealed dozens and dozens of marching Pinkie Pies. Mrs. Cake’s round body continued to calmly float above the large crowd of determined pony clones.

In another room a large bed was pressed up against the ceiling, its bed sheets and occupants somehow unable to escape crashing into the floor. Below the bed marched more Pinkie Pie clones, walking along on their hind legs. The clones swung their arms back and forth while a strange yellow flashing appeared on their pink chests, mimicking bones. They stuck their chests out as far as they could go, looking puffed out and strong. The room suddenly spun round, rotating so that the bed was actually firmly on the floor. The Pinkie Pie clones actually had their feet planted on the ceiling, marching right on top of the occupants head.

A very pale, white coloured Mrs. Cake jumped out from underneath her white covers. With her wide eyes and her mouth agape, she looked up at the crazy scene above her. She was quick to go back underneath the covers, trying to shield herself from the marching Pinkie Pie clones. Once she was underneath her blankets, blocking the scene from sight, her bed slowly floated up into the air, disappearing into the seemingly never ending darkness.

“What’ll I do?” Screamed out a worried voice. A pale Pinkie Pie clone suddenly darted out from the bottom, its eyes widened in stress. It looked rather worried.

“What’ll I do?” Repeated the voice once again as another Pinkie Pie clone rushed out from the top, this one also a pale colour. This clone also had a worried look on its face, and the two of them soon turned to look at each other in shock. “What an unusual view!” They voice continued. Their eyes widened even more, their heads pulled back in fear, and the two quickly darted back the way they came from. They had moved so quickly that they left small traces of smoke, and all that was left was darkness and a crashing of cymbals.

“I could stand the sight of mites, and look at hordes of parasprites. But technicolor equestrians, is really too much for me!” A croaky voice called out, and two bright Pinkie Pie clones could be seen. One was covered in blue and red horizontal stripes, while the other clone was a bright purple and yellow colour with vertical stripes. Both clones had soft smiles on their faces, not at all looking worried or angry like the dozens of other Pinkie Pie clones that had been seen. They walked towards each other head on, their feet moving in a particular way. Their hooves pressed against the ground in a certain fashion, with their right hind legs moving first, then their right front legs, then their left hind legs, followed by their front left legs. They walked towards each other slowly and calmly, carrying on with their particular walking style. The clones had remained calm until they walked straight into each other, their bodies managing to become fused. They had become stuck at the waist, and they pulled as hard as they could, their bright colours merging together to create a stretchy rainbow. The vibrant coloured Pinkie Pie clones now had a look of worry on their faces, and their mouths were wide open in shock. They continued to stretch and stretch, unable to pull apart, their skin becoming longer with each step they took to escape. For a moment it looked as if their pulling apart had worked, but their efforts remained futile. They had taken too many steps apart and were flung back towards each other in reaction, their stretching bodies unable to handle any more stress. They snapped back, their bright bodies colliding with a loud cymbal crash. An explosion of bright blue, red, yellow, and purple could be seen, the only sign that the two Pinkie Pie clones were ever there.

“I am not the type to faint, when things are odd or things are quaint,” sings a voice in a higher tone, and it was then that Pinkie Pie noticed yet another pink clone of herself. She was standing by a Mrs. Cake clone, and they both had determined looks on their faces. They both had small balloons escaping from their mouths that were slowly increasing, and they kept looking at each other’s balloons, eyeing the size and form of them. It was clear they were in some sort of contest, and they both had a winning desire in their eyes.

The Pinkie Pie clone blew a pretty, bright pink balloon, while Mrs. Cake blew a rainbow coloured one. The contest carried on for a few moments before it became evident that Mrs. Cake’s breaths were a lot more powerful. She was able to create deep, long breaths to puff out her multi-coloured balloon, while the Pinkie Pie clone was falling behind. Pinkie Pie was certainly trying her best, but her best wasn’t good enough. All the breath she could release were short ones, and very soon the Pinkie Pie clone was struggling to gain her breath back. Mrs. Cake had her eyes squeezed shut and a hint of redness could be seen on her cheeks. She was deep in concentration, and her main goal seemed to be beating Pinkie Pie.

Soon her rainbow balloon had become so large it squished right up against Pinkie Pie’s, and a high, squeaky noise could be heard in the air. The rainbow balloon had become so large it even pushed the pink balloon to the side slightly, taking over its space. Mrs. Cake paused for a short moment, taking in a long, deep breath, the biggest breath Pinkie Pie had ever seen someone take. While Mrs. Cake was focused on taking in her large breath, the two balloons continued to rub against one another, squeaks filling up Pinkie Pie’s ears.

Pinkie Pie watched Mrs. Cake with a curious stare. She wasn’t sure how the blue pony had so much strength, so much determination and focus on taking such deep breaths. Mrs. Cake was finally done taking in her long-awaited breath. It seemed even bigger than the breaths she herself had been taking earlier when her bubble clones were formed. Mrs. Cake released her breath, her body shaking after not breathing properly for so long, allowing her rainbow balloon to expand wildly. It inflated even larger in a matter of seconds and began to tremble in the air, a wave of colours going to and fro.

“But seeing things you know that ain't,” cried out the voice, and it was at this point that Mrs. Cake’s balloon couldn’t handle the expanding anymore. It exploded, a bright burst in the air, red and yellow and green and blue colliding together in the darkness. The vibrant colours contrasted against the never-ending night, the only sense of light in this world. “Can certainly give you an awful fright!” Ended the high voice. Pinkie Pie looked up in wonder at the burst of bright colours that remained in the air. She was happy to see some form of colour. She had become so used to seeing darkness everywhere she almost forgot what a rainbow looked like.

“What a sight! Chase 'em away! Chase 'em away!” Yelled out a voice, and Pinkie Pie heard a loud thumping. She looked away from the flash of colours to the side to see a horrifying creature stalking towards her. She let out a soft gasp when she saw that the creature was made completely out of her own heads. From head to toe all she could see were her copies of her own head, its feet even consisting of Pinkie Pie faces. The creature swung its arms back and forth wildly, looking fierce and determined. She looked the creature up and down and all she could see was her own face, glaring at her with terrifying snarls. Pinkie Pie could not escape the terrifying faces. Their eyes were narrowed and the three Pinkie Pie clones on top would send each other knowing stares. They all seemed to be thinking the same thing, and they all seemed to have the same goal of absolutely terrifying Pinkie Pie. She was almost offended that this creature had practically stolen Pinkie Pie’s usually smiling face to create something so evil and menacing. Part of her would have been less terrified to see someone else’s face. She didn’t like seeing her face so angry, even if it wasn’t her controlling the creature’s emotions.

The large creature got closer, and Pinkie Pie was too afraid to run. She couldn’t even get herself to take a step back, so all she could do was stare. She craned her small neck up, staring up at the giant. The two Pinkie Pie heads on top squeezed against the middle head tightly, pushing and pushing until it disappeared. Pinkie Pie couldn’t deny that she was somewhat thankful for there to be one less horrifying face. She could barely handle staring at the monster and had no idea how to fight it.

The two remaining heads continued to stare down at Pinkie Pie, giving her an evil smile that made her shudder. The middle head suddenly popped back out, this time revealing the giant, glaring face of Mrs. Cake. The motherly pony’s friendly face was not present, and she instead stared down at Pinkie Pie with dark eyes. Pinkie Pie was reminded of the earlier scenes with Mrs. Cake who trying to win the balloon contest. She had looked so angry and adamant, and not at all bothered about the Pinkie Pie clone. Mrs. Cake just wanted to win. It also reminded her of when the small Mrs. Cake clone was being bullied and she transformed herself into a ferocious, large version of herself. Pinkie Pie recalled how Mrs. Cake had her chest all puffed out, her hands on her hips in anger. Pinkie Pie had never thought she’d ever see the day where she came across a raging Mrs. Cake, but today had shown Pinkie Pie a completely different side to the blue pony.

“I'm afraid need your aid. Pink ponies on parade!” The voice finally ended, but Pinkie Pie could barely focus on the words. Mrs. Cake’s face had grown so large that all she could see were her menacing eyes and her cunning smile. The head grew even larger and Pinkie Pie was left to stare into the darkness of Mrs. Cake’s eyes. There was no light, no happiness here. It was all black and cold and evil. Pinkie Pie shuddered, goosebumps forming on her body as she awaited more creatures to dart out of the darkness that surrounded her.

Pinkie Pie raised her eyebrows in confusion when she saw the dark eyes of Mrs. Cake suddenly transform into throbbing pyramids. They had a blue tinge to them and wobbled slightly in the air. The wild, high voices had disappeared and were replaced with a tune easier on the ears. It was a sensual and seductive song, and Pinkie Pie wouldn’t mind the song if it wasn’t for all the terrifying things she had been witnessing.

It was then that Pinkie Pie realized that she had been taken somewhere else. She darted her eyes left to right, trying to see if she could see anything familiar. It was once again pure darkness. She couldn’t recognize anything and instead Pinkie Pie was forced to watch as another bubble pony appeared from the side, swaying its hips back and forth slightly. It sent Pinkie Pie an almost sexy smile before stopping, its body trembling slightly. It transformed from a pony into three separate cobras, two bright pink ones and a blue one. The pink cobras stood to the right and left, leaving the blue cobra in the middle. They swung their thin bodies left and right, their bodies swaying to the sensual beat. They stuck their pink tongues out every now and then, their eyes locked on the nervous Pinkie Pie.

After a few moments their bodies trembled, and once again they transformed their figures, this time turning into two clones of Pinkie Pie and one of Mrs. Cake. The blue Mrs. Cake stood in between the two bright pink Pinkie Pie clones, the three of them belly dancing to the alluring song. They moved their round hips, rotating them, showing off their body with seductive smiles on their faces. Pinkie Pie had never seen Mrs. Cake like that before.

She had also never seen herself in such a position, dancing seductively and with such cunningness. It was amazing to see all the clones of herself throughout the day, but this was overwhelming in a new way. Her clone was moving in such a sensual, erotic way, and Pinkie Pie blushed as she watched on. It was strange to see herself move in such a way, as well as Mrs. Cake. Pinkie Pie had always seen Mrs. Cake as a motherly figure, warm and sweet, not at all the kind of pony to do anything sexy like belly dancing.

The trio danced in a coordinated fashion, their butts and tails all moving in time with each other and the music. They slowly turn their bodies around so they had their backs to Pinkie Pie, dancing almost provocatively. Their stomachs and tails moved round and round, following the tune, leaving Pinkie Pie even more confused.

As they swayed sensually, Pinkie Pie noticed how their bodies slowly increased in size. Their hips began to fatten and their flanks became rounder. She watched on curiously, intoxicated by the rotation of their hips, and even more fascinated by the way they were expanding. Even the once little cutie marks on their bodies began to enlarge, creating stretched out cupcakes on Mrs. Cake and strained balloons on the Pinkie Pie clones.

Their bodies had grown so much they were pushed right up against each other, unable to get an inch of space. With their flanks all squished together, a squeaky noise filled the air, their bubble skin rubbing closely together. Their long tails remained the same, the curly manes not receiving any transformation. They clones could no longer sway to the sultry sound, their bodies far too close together. The clones tried to move, attempting to dance, but they could barely move an inch. The three clones looked frustrated at the problem. They looked like they were having a lot of fun dancing and it seemed they wanted to keep on toying with the flustered Pinkie Pie. They tried to budge again but there was simply no more room for their seductive dance.

Mrs. Cake took a quick glance at the two Pinkie Pie clones by her side before looking behind her, her eyes locked on the overwhelmed Pinkie Pie. She gave Pinkie Pie a calculated grin, a hint of mischief in her eyes.

Mrs. Cake’s already round, fat body expanded even more. Her flanks increased drastically in size while a grin remained on her face. Pinkie Pie gasped, amazed at the pony clone’s ability to stretch so much. The erotic tune in the air had a sudden increase in pitch, becoming higher as Mrs. Cake’s body continued to expand. Her cutie marks stretched even more, the once tiny cupcakes now wide and out of proportion. Mrs. Cake’s large body pressed harshly against the two Pinkie Pie clones, the other ponies now a considerably smaller size in comparison to the blue pony. Mrs. Cake’s plump body pressed against the faces of the other ponies, their round cheeks pushed into Mrs. Cake’s thick thighs. They couldn’t escape the ever growing Mrs. Cake, and their own stretched out bodies had also been pushed too far. They sent Mrs. Cake a glare, their lips in a snarl as they attempted to push and shove. It was no use, because Mrs. Cake’s body had taken up far too much space and wasn’t going to give the other clones any. They exploded with a loud, pleasurable burst. It was almost a relief that the bubble ponies wouldn’t be pushed any further.

Mrs. Cake finally had enough room to get on with picking on Pinkie Pie, and the blue pony was quick to bend over right in front of her. She bent over in a slow and seductive fashion. Mrs. Cake’s flanks quickly fattened up, stretching so much that Pinkie Pie could use the blue pony’s bubble skin as a mirror. The skin was shiny and bright, and Pinkie Pie couldn’t stop staring at her own reflection, her mouth agape in shock. It was amazing that Mrs. Cake’s body had stretched that much.

The sultry song suddenly stopped, but Pinkie Pie barely noticed. Her eyes were still stuck on the shiny body of Mrs. Cake which had started to shake. Mrs. Cake’s body couldn’t handle anymore stretching and pulling, and her flanks exploded with a loud pop. It was a deafening bang, and Pinkie Pie was about to cover her ears, trying to create some relief, when she saw what had come out of Mrs. Cake.

It was a mess of glitter, pretty and shiny, gold and silver and a mix of other bright colours. The glitter contrasted amazingly against the never ending darkness. They twinkled in the air and gracefully fell down, the glitter pouring over Pinkie Pie. It felt cool and gentle on her skin, and she felt something changing inside of her. She felt a tingling feeling, almost like pins and needles. Then it felt like someone was tickling her, like her body was being traced lightly with feathers, and she almost giggled in response. She suddenly felt lighter, like she could float in the air, and her body felt much calmer. Like she could finally relax. She had seen so much here, so many terrifying sights, and it felt good to feel some relief. Pinkie Pie couldn’t help but let out a soft laugh as she felt the change in her skin. She looked down to examine the change in her body and gasped happily when she saw the amazing transformation. She had gone from pink fur to the soft bubble texture everyone in this world seemed to have.

She was a soft bubble like all the other clones she had seen earlier, and it felt good to finally stop being the odd one out. She felt light and carefree, and she just wanted to run and prance around, trying out her new pink bubble body. The tingling sensation had vanished when her transformation was complete, but Pinkie Pie was still thankful for the light, fluffy feeling that came with having a bubble body.

She suddenly stopped. “Hm,” she let out, staring down at her legs. Everyone here had been able to change their bodies wildly. She had seen so many crazy creations and wanted to join in. She really hated being the outsider that everyone wanted to pick on. “I wonder if I can change my body like all the others too,” she whispered excitedly.

Pinkie Pie stared down at her legs, eyes narrowed in concentration. She wanted to stretch them out like the clones she had seen earlier who were stepping over one another. “Stretch! Come on!” She encouraged. Her pink legs moved slightly, only a few inches, but Pinkie Pie was not about to give up. She took in a deep breath, concentrating entirely on her limbs, trying to stretch and pull. With her eyes shut she extended her leg forward and gasped when she felt something strange. She looked down with wide eyes and saw that one of her legs had stretched out! “Yes!” She screamed out with a smile.

Her theory worked, and now she could join in with all the other bubbles that lived here.

Pinkie Pie was about to gallop away into the darkness, wanting to test out her new body and to see how much fun she could really have when something bright caught her attention. She looked up to see four large, long, yellow ponies pop up from out of the ground, their bodies all fused together at the waists. Dark stitching could be seen connecting them, creating a wide curtain of yellow ponies. They let out a short tune, their large trumpets pointed straight into the air as they performed proudly. Once the curtain was front and centre of the curious Pinkie Pie, who was staring up at the yellow drapes with wide eyes, the curtain suddenly ripped at the seams. The curtain let out a loud tearing sound, the stitching being pulled apart roughly.

The curtain fell down, on the ground in seams, and Pinkie Pie was able to see what lied behind it. She could see Sugarcube Corner, its chocolate roof and purple windows. It stood out against the darkness, especially with its purple candles alight in the blackness. She watched as the purple door pushed in and out, bulging wildly, like something was pressing up harshly against it. It suddenly flew open, banging against the front of the shop, and out flew more Pinkie Pie and Mrs. Cake bubble clones. They were all lined up proudly and very carefully marched, moving slowly and in a calculating manner. Their stretched out noses and mouths created trumpets and they played their instruments proudly, somehow emitting bassoon noises. Pinkie Pie finally had the chance to fit in with her clones and all the other bubble creatures she had come across. She excitedly galloped to the front of the line, butterflies in her stomach as she stretched out her mouth and nose to create her very own trumpet. She smiled when she saw how easy it was to make her instrument. It didn’t take her long to join in on the song, and soon her trumpet was releasing bassoon noises, just like her clones. The crowd slowly walked, moving past Sugarcube Corner gradually.

The single file had slowly split into two different groups. There was now a circle of Pinkie Pie clones marching in a circle that were surrounded by a circle of Mrs. Cake clones. They continued on for a few more minutes, still trumpeting away, before their bodies started to suddenly increase in size. With each step they took their bodies grew wider, like their feet stamping on the ground was somehow a trigger. They had begun their circular walk with a fair bit of space, but that quickly changed. Their round bodies were taking up far too much room. It seemed equal at first, like the Pinkie Pie and Mrs. Cake clones had fattened up at the same rate, but the Mrs. Cake clones began to overtake the other ponies. The blue ponies grew wider and faster, their cheeks puffed out and their chests expanded. Their legs became chubbier and their eyes bulged, their bodies pushing together and not allowing an escape for the now trapped Pinkie Pie clones.

Their trumpets let out deep, low bassoon notes, opposite to their higher tune from earlier. The Mrs. Cake clones continued to expand, their bodies squishing against the Pinkie Pie clones now. The pink ponies had nowhere to run and soon they felt their explosion coming. With squeaky noises in the air and small gasps escaping the pink ponies, their bodies couldn’t handle anymore. They had been pushed too closely together and had very little space left, so their pink bodies exploded with a bang. A loud pop was in the air, with only one Pinkie Pie clone surviving the explosion.

The last Pinkie Pie clone was still being pushed, a gang of Mrs. Cake clones now surrounding her. Everywhere she looked the pony saw blue, a wall of ocean pressing against her. The last Pinkie Pie struggled to breathe, her own body already bulging from earlier, and now she didn’t have an inch to move. The Mrs. Cake clones almost angrily pressed against her, like they were trying to hurt her, and everywhere she felt their bubble skin press against her own. The squeaky noises felt like they were never going to end and the high pitched noises were starting to hurt the ears of the final Pinkie Pie.

The blue around Pinkie Pie suddenly stopped moving around her and was replaced with a rumbling. She felt the Mrs. Cake clones tremble wildly, their bodies shaking from such a large and crazy expansion, and Pinkie Pie just barely managed to look up to see the looks on their faces. Their mouths were wide open in shock and their cheeks were all puffed out, bulging dramatically. The clones carried on with their widening, continuing to push right up against the now smaller Pinkie Pie who was now struggling to breathe. She was being squished badly, and all the pink pony wanted to do was push the giant Mrs. Cakes away.

Their trembling became faster and more dramatic, and their bubble skin began to look almost transparent. Pinkie Pie could see through some of them and could make out the sweet shop far off in the background. The Mrs. Cake clones had finally reached their limit, and a very squished Pinkie Pie was thankful. The dozens of Mrs. Cake clones exploded with the biggest bang Pinkie Pie had ever heard. Her ears hurt, her whole body hurt, and she swore she could even see the sweet shop shake in reaction to the dramatic bang.

The loud bang startled Pinkie Pie who woke up panting, her body all sweaty and her heart racing fast. She sat up, looking around her, taking in her surroundings. It was all back to normal. The sun was almost up, slowly rising in the distance, and a pretty orange colour covered the land. Pinkie Pie could hear a few birds in the background, and it felt so good to hear something so peaceful. She had become so used to the dramatic booming bassoons and the deep voices singing. Pinkie Pie herself had even been responsible for some of the loud bassoon noises when she was transformed into a bubble.

The squeaky noises of bubbles on bubbles were still in her ears. There was no longer any deep darkness or pyramids, and Pinkie Pie had never been more thankful to be back home.

She shook her head, trying to shake away the rest of the dream. Nightmare also seemed like an appropriate description. It had certainly been one of the worst she had ever had. She slowly walked away from the spot she been lying down on in an attempt to clear her head. She had no idea where such a dream had come from. She had never had such a crazy dream before!

She continued to shake her head with a laugh as she galloped away. She never wanted to see another bubble again.