The key of darkness

Picard was in what was probably the most surreal situation ever to be faced by a starfleet officer. He had just been turned into an equine for two days, saved a planet from being eaten by a giant space Kraken, and now one of those ponies from the previously mentioned planet had somehow transported themselves to his location. And she was asking for a bra.

“What?” It was all he could ask.

“Clothes!!! These things on my chest keep making me lose balance. Oh, they bounce!!!” She looked down. Only her head was on the screen, but they could still hear the small slap sounds.

“Uh, miss, what was your name again?” Riker asked, somewhat unsure of how to react.

“Pinkie! Actually my name is Pinkamena Diane Pie, but everypony just call me Pinkie”

“Right. I will send someone there to help you. Picard out.”

“Bye!” The screen turned off. Once again showing only space and the small ship.

“What was THAT?” Worf asked, shocked.

“I don’t have the slightest idea. Counselor, I think you are the only person here fit for the duty.” Picard said to Troi.

“Alright sir.” She went to the turbo lift.

“Data, was that anomaly exactly the same type of the one we came through?”

“I need  further data, but it appears so.”

“Damn! What is Q up to this time?”

“I am up to nothing.” They looked a Q, who was siting at Deanna’s chair. “I am actually doing someone a favor.”

“A favor?”

“I have been in a debt with her for about 4000 years, had to pay back somehow.”

“Who is ‘her’?” Riker asked.

“You will see quite soon. Bye!” He snapped his fingers and disappeared.

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Pinkie was the only one up. The other five women were sleeping on the ground. And they all looked normal with the exception of their hair colors. Deanna took a moment to observe them.

One had a dark indigo hair with a streak of purple and pink, two had pink hair, one light-straight and Pinkie with a dark-poofy. One had a short hair, with all the colors of the rainbow. One had a purple hair with design that was familiar to Deanna. The last one had a blod hair with a ponytail ending in a red ribbon, and brown cowboy hat on her head.

“Hi! Thanks for coming. Did you bring the clothes?”

“No, I am going to replicate them here. I just need to get your size.”

“Okie-dokie-lokie!”

Deanna looked at the sleeping ladies.

“Why are they sleeping?”

“I dunno. I think it is the natural reaction after having your DNA and body physiology changed so fast. Takes a lot of power, you know.”

“I see.” The counselor looked at her. “Then how come you are not sleeping?”

“Well, everypony always said that I have an awful lot of energy. Guess the whole transmutation thingy wasn’t enough to burn all of it.” Pinkie said with a smile.

“Okay. I have to take the measurements, could you spread your arms?”

Pinkie got her arms spread.

“Okay. Computer, a pair of feminine underwear. Hip size L Bra size L.” The replicator made it’s work, and a set of underwear was left in it’s compartment. “Here, you get the bra on your chest, there two openings for each breast. The other you get on your waist.” She signalized, pointing at herself.

“Okay!” She got dressed. “Now, for the test!” She jumped while looking at her chest. Then jumped again. “Yup! They wont be a problem anymore. What about the rest of the girls?”

“We will have to dress  them. Lets start with the rainbow hair one. Computer, a pair of feminine underwear, Hip size M Bra size S.”

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“Troi to Picard.”

“Picard here. How is it going?”

“Good. I wish to teleport the six guests to sickbay for a check-up.”

“Fine, do it. Picard out.”

“Sir, the analysis is done. The anomaly is indeed the same type of the one that we came through.” Data said.

“There is no doubt then: They are those 6 ponies.” Riker said. Worf sighed. “C’mon Worf. Don’t be afraid of your girlfriend.” Riker smiled.

“I am not afraid. I just don’t know what she will think of me now that I am back to my real form.”

“I don’t think she will mind it.”

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“So, how are my friends?” Pinkie asked. The other five girls were sleeping at their beds at sickbay. Their life signs showing at the monitors on top of them.

“They are fine, they just need a few hours of sleep and... Wait.” She looked at one of the monitors. “She is waking up.”

“Applejack was always an early bird. Applejack, can you hear me?” Pinkie asked to the country girl.

“Ah cand freet.” She was still a little doozy.

“I am sorry, what?” Beverly asked.

“Oh nelly! Ah can’t breath!!!” She said, in a much more alarmed tone, gasping for air.

“What? But your life signs are nominal, everything is fine. You should...”

*RIP*

“Ah! Much better!” They looked at the torn up bra the she was holding in in front of her face. “What in tar’ nation is this?”

“Silly filly! That is what keeps your boobies from jumping on your chest!”

“Boobies?” She looked at her arms and chest, only now realizing that she wasn’t a pony anymore. “What happened to me?”

“You have been transformed on a human, just like your friends.” Beverly pointed at Pinkie, who waved to Applejack. “You were the second to wake up. They will be back in no time.”

“Okay. Where is my hat?”

“Here.” Beverly handed the stetson over.

“Thank ya kindly, I think I will sleep a little more.” With that, she lowered her hat so it would cover her eyes and fell asleep again.

“So doc, is there anywhere I can go to pass the time?” The bouncy pink haired girls asked.

“Go to Ten Forward. I think you know the way.”

“Okie dokie then!” Pinkie said, as she happily skipped her way to the bar. A nurse aproached Beverly.

“Here are the results of the blood work.” The doctor nodded and looked, her eyes widened at Pinkie’s numbers.

“How come she isn’t in coma?” The numbers were clear. With a  glucose level of 350.0 mg/dL, mere 5 times the normal count, she had to be at least passed out. But the numbers were high at the insulin levels too . It wasn't just hypoglycemia or diabetes, this girl took the whole blood sugar anomalies to a new level.  She could die if she went a day without at least 1 kilogram of sugar.“Well,I guess I just discovered a new genetic disease today. I wonder what I should call it...”The Enterprise’s physician went into deep meditation, trying to pick the best name while asking herself what would get her a Daystrom medicine Award; the new genetic disorder or the data on the behavior of unicorn horns.