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Originally posted on: Feb 19, 2020

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Chapter 4: Pinkie Gets Picked

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The five of them sat around the table at the cafe, talking over their lunches. As the bored-looking waitress returned to refill their drinks, Applejack looked around the cafe; her green eyes scanning the mid-day crowd for a particular someone.

“…So then he said, Black and white frosting?! I thought you said these were your double-color cupcakes!” Pinkie said, her arms animated as she told the joke. “And I said black and white are colors!”

Rarity was the only one that laughed, Fluttershy merely smiled while Dash rolled her eyes. Applejack had a concerned look on her face, having barely touched her burger.

“Ain’t Twilight supposed to be here by now?” She said, turning her gaze to Fluttershy, who was delicately chewing her way through her salad.

“She’ll be here.” she said, delicately dabbing her lips with her napkin. “She’s just running behind, best to not worry so much.”

“Yeah, babe…” Rainbow Dash said, putting her arm around Applejack’s shoulder, fingernails digging ever so slightly into her green tee-shirt. “Relax, it’s not like her brain fell out or anything!” That comment prompted a giggle from Rarity, who had mostly been silently enjoying her tea and cheese bagel.

Applejack smirked, putting her hand on Dash’s own. “I just look out fer my friends, sugarcube.” She said.

“Hey…” Dash said, playfully thumping her lover’s arm with her open hand. “I told you not to call me that in public!” The two were laughing, Rarity was laughing… Flutter remained silent, watching the sidewalk behind them like an owl.

“Here she comes!” And so the others turned and looked where Fluttershy was pointing. A purple-colored, dazed shape was walking, no… prancing towards them.

“The hay?!” Applejack muttered, unaware of Rainbow Dash stealing a handful of her fries as they watched the figure approach them, details coming into clearer view. It was a young woman wearing a deep violet dress with a hot pink diamond shape pattern, lavender colored pantyhose and a pair of heels that looked like they belonged on an exotic dancer… not the familiar face atop that curvy body.

“Twilight?” The farm girl stood from her chair, adjusting her hat. Were her eyes playing games with her?” Applejack looked over to Dash, who was similarly baffled.

“Haaaay~” Twilight said with an air-headed giggle, Her magenta-streak hair had some kind of product in it, little flecks of silvery-white glitter shone in the summer sun. Her violet eyes were bright and attentive… yet spaced out at the same time like she’d got done experimenting with Zecora’s special mushrooms.

“I’m sorry I’m late,” Twi giggled again. “I just lost track of time, I’m such a silly filly sometimes~”

Rainbow Dash silently mouthed the words “What the fuck.” as she looked over to her friends and back to Twilight. Rarity and Fluttershy were oddly… calm for having witnessed their bookworm friend before them acting like such a bimbo.

“Somebody’s in a good mood!” Pinkie said, returning Twilight’s wide, toothy grin.

“Are… you feeling alright?” Dash said as Applejack took Twilight by the arm and guided her to the table.

“Oh I feel awesome.” Twilight said, giggling again for using Dashie’s favorite word. “I feel so light and bouncy and… and bubbly!” Her chest bounced with her every move, and thought Twilight was never anything close to chubby, her waist was narrowed; forming a centerfold-perfect hourglass shape with her plumped hips.

“You look like you got…uh…work done.” Dash said, pointing at her friend’s bosom. “Wanna tell us about that, Twi?”

“Oh…” Twilight palmed her breasts and hefted them up, tittering as they jiggled at her touch. “My friend says it’s normal, sometimes a girl fills out late and I look so much better like this.”

“Who’s your friend?” Pinkie said, fidgeting in her seat after having finished her coffee. “Do we know her?” Her eyes lit up when she put together why Twilight was being so vague.

“Are you going to introduce us? Like as a surprise?” Now, Pinkie was practically bouncing out of her chair at the prospect of meeting a new friend in such a fun way.

“Yeah!” Twilight spoke up, sharing a fit of manic giggling with Pinkie much to the irritation of Applejack.

“You’ll get to meet her at the party tonight.” Rarity spoke up, having finished her lunch. “Speaking of… Pinkie, darling; do you remember our deal?”

Pinkie nodded, her fluffy rose-colored curls framing her giddy face. “Yup! Chocolate chip and almond cookies, purple and light turquoise balloons, and put some music on!”

“That’s a good girl.” Rarity grinned, patting her friend on the head with a condescending affection that made Applejack’s blonde hair bristle. What was wrong with her friends?

“And Applejack and Dashie gotta be there together! Can’t let those lovebirds miss out!”Twilight spoke up, Pinkie repeating the last half of what she said.

Rainbow Dash rolled her eyes, turning to look at her girlfriend. “She’s giving me a headache, Apples.” Dash murmured, and Applejack nodded in agreement. It was like Twilight had been turned into another Pinkie Pie, when just one could get exhausting enough.

Applejack whispered something back to Rainbow Dash: “Let’s get out of here, this is getting too weird.”

Dash silently nodded and the two girlfriends rose from their seats, taking their lunches with them.

“Welp! Reckon we better ride off, been good seein’ ya!” Applejack said, taking the brim of her hat in her index finger and thumb and adjusting it.

“Yeah, I gotta go too. “ Rainbow Dash chimed in, “Got… stuff to do.”

They walked off after exchanging goodbyes with their friends, save for Fluttershy. For some reason, Fluttershy just stared at the two with an oddly menacing glint in her eyes. Dash couldn’t really understand why, but it made her nervous… even a little scared, but what was she afraid of? Her friends were just acting weird, that was all.

She looked down at her sneakers as they walked, Applejack holding her hand. “You alright, Dashie?” She said, “I don’t know what’s up with Twilight… never seen her act like that.”

“And did you see how she was dressed?” Dash spoke up, pausing to look at her reflection in a store window. Her outfit made sense on her: blue tank top, black down vest on top of it, black track pants with rainbow stripes running down the legs, and her red high-top running sneakers. It was her style, Twilight’s style wasn’t that total doll-house get up she had on.

“She looked like…”

“One of those dress-up dolls ?” Applejack said. “I know what ya mean, and wasn’t Flutter dressed like that too?”

“And Rarity…” Dash finished, squeezing her lover’s hand gently. “Do you think this is a prank, like they’re just doing this to mess with us?”

“I hope so…” Applejack said. “I really hope so.”

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Pinkie wasted no time in getting ready when she arrived home. She was in the kitchen, white-and-yellow checkered apron tied around her waist as she mixed together the cookie batter. She had her earphones in. Her phone playing cheery, poppy dance music that Rarity had shared with her. Her hips swished side to side in tune with the rhythm, beating together the fluffy dough with a wooden spoon. Two eggs, a drop of vanilla, beat in the chocolate chips and chopped almonds, relax and listen.

“…Huh?” Pinkie set the bowl down, her pink hands whitened with flour. She heard something in the music talk. And it wasn’t the lyrics or one of those spoken-verse bits she thought was silly to have in a song.

She went over to change the track, clicking ahead a song when she was met with a cold, aching feeling in her gut, her hips twitching side to side. Something was wrong. Going back to the kitchen and putting the batter in the fridge, Pinkie made a mental note to finish them later when her house didn’t feel so strange.

The music was calling to her, but she wasn’t listening… oh heck no she wasn’t listening. Pinkie pressed the button to stop it, feeling relief at the safety of silence. A moment to breathe and enjoy it… then she went back to the kitchen, maybe things were okay now.

Getting the batter out, she caught herself humming the melody to the song. Pinkie didn’t mind, balling the dough up and separating it into little sweet dollops on the baking sheet. Just humming it wasn’t setting off her Pinkie Sense, she was just being silly. It was just the music, the music that was back to playing now, sending a wave of ice up her spine.

Who did that? Pinkie leaned around the corner, staring at the stereo. Her sky blue eyes glistened, pupils narrowed. Nobody around but her, so who turned the music back on? She curled her fingers through her fluffy curls, wincing as she felt a thrumming, icy pain in her head that radiated out through her brain. Pinkie giggled as she saw little stars and dots of color dance in her eyes, her laughter marred with growing fear.

“I gotta get out of here…” Pinkie rushed out of the kitchen, past the blaring stereo. When she gripped the doorknob in her hands, something inside her body just refused to move. She thought it, intended it, but those thoughts were being kept from becoming action by some force inside her.

“Come on…that’s cheating.” She whimpered, straining to fight the malign force taking over her body. Slowly, agonizingly, she began to power through it, though a growing part of her mind was pushing back. Turning the doorknob an inch, watching the other half turn it back, putting more effort into it. Finally, Pinkie won out and swung the door open, sweat pouring down her face as she ran outside in a frantic, stumbling pace.

“Not fun…Not fun at all…” She panted, dodging and weaving her way around the other pedestrians. She had to find her friends, she had to warn them… if they’d believe her about the haunted music. And that’s when she saw Dashie and Applejack, her heart soaring as they came into her view from the crowd.

They were just strolling along all casual, with Dashie jogging out in front, even with her girlfriend she wanted to show off. Pinkie needed to warn them… she didn’t know who was behind this but three heads would crack the case, maybe Fluttershy could help.

The tomboy and farmgirl turned to look at Pinkie Pie practically sprinting towards them, their eyes wide with shock as she slowed to a stop in front of them, panting and looking like she’d seen a ghost… or several.

“Dash…Apple…You gotta…” She bent over, hands on her knees, panting and gasping for breath as she spoke. “You gotta listen to me… something’s…”

Applejack rushed over, putting her hands on Pinkie’s shoulders. “Pinkie!Jus’ calm down and tell us what’s goin’ on.”

Rainbow Dash handed her water bottle over to Pinkie, who took a greedy swallow from its contents, then took a second to further collect herself.

“It’s… It’s the music..” Pinkie said,wiping her brow with the back of her wrist. “I was getting ready for the party and…”

Then, Applejack saw Rarity approach, her gleaming white heels clicking on the sidewalk with every step, and yet she had got the drop on all of them.

“Pinkie, Darling~” She said. “Why don’t you settle down and explain everything to our friends?”

As Rarity spoke the words settle down, it was like a switch being flipped. Pinkie’s exhausted panic melted away like a snowflake on hot pavement, leaving behind an expression of almost perfect serenity. Dash and Appplejack backed away in shock as Rarity approached, gracefully putting her arms around Pinkie and pulling her back against her body.

“Go on…” Rarity said, her lips mouthing each word in a sultry tease. “Tell them.”

Pinkie giggled, her eyes regaining some of their manic energy. “The music is… awfully good… we’re just so excited and we…can’t wait…for you to hear it.” Pinkie grit her teeth in a forced smile that only prompted another step back from Applejack.

“Pinkie… you feeling alright?” Rainbow Dash said, holding her arms up to shield herself from whatever craziness was about to unfold.

“Oh~” Pinkie sighed, a hint of absolute terrified despair seeping into her speech from behind the chipper facade forced onto her. “I am just super right now!”

Rarity led Pinkie away from her dumbfounded friends, holding her hand firmly but gently as they walked. Her presence had an inescapable pull that Pinkie couldn’t resist, like a paperclip being snatched up by a magnet. The people around them were staring, prompting Rarity to hurry her captive along.

When they got back to Pinkie’s home, Rarity shoved her inside, deep blue eyes staring daggers at her.


“I suppose I’ll have to fix you myself, very rude of you to try to run away from true happiness like this!”

And before Pinkie could react, Rarity’s pale hands glowed with magical energy. She placed one hand over Pinkie’s heart, a warm tingly feeling flowing into her body.

“It’s a good thing she put that little post-hypnotic suggestion in that song, you could have spoiled the whole surprise!” Rarity said, watching as Pinkie’s outfit started to change.

“I’m…” Pinkie couldn’t look away from Rarity’s eyes, and that awful music was playing again, she felt like her whole brain was fizzing, pink bubbles popping and corroding her willpower away.

“I’m sorry…” She said, squirming as Rarity put her hands on her hips.

Pinkie’s blue shorts tightened around her legs, the threads stretching down as her socks crept up to meet them. Each individual thread was like a snake, moving on its own under Rarity’s command. Blue and white changed to a deep, glossy chocolate brown as they merged, a cascading wave of warm pleasure rippling through Pinkie’s body as the garments became a single pair of pantyhose.

“I forgive you…” Rarity said, her voice affectionate yet utterly dominating. “But we’ll have to make sure you don’t run away until this party is ready!” Her hands traced over Pinkie’s shirt, fingertips bringing each fiber of that simple yellow long-sleeve shirt to life, urging them to spiral downward over her legs. The canary yellow turned to a sleek, rich burgundy color as the fabric tightened into shape. The sleeves drew back into the top, the collar plunging down into a tastefully low neckline.

In a matter of seconds, Pinkie was now wearing a figure hugging maroon hobble dress, just tight enough to force her walk into a hip-wiggling sashay. But Rarity wasn’t finished. She pointed down at Pinkie’s feet and silently commanded her to stand up on her tiptoes, so she obeyed. Another rush of energy, and Pinkie’s sneakers shifted and melded into a pair of rose-colored high-heels.

“There…” Rarity said, circling around her entranced friend to admire her work. “You look simply delectable~.”

Pinkie looked down at herself, it wasn’t her but… It kinda was? She felt dizzy, her lips parting into a giggling smile. “I…I don’t know what to… what to say.”

Rarity chuckled, patting her simple friend on the head. “You can talk about the makeover later, hon. Why don’t you finish those cookies for me?”

Pinkie was already heading back to the kitchen, a disappearing voice in her head was crying out in protest but the music drowned it out. Whatever it was saying, it wasn’t important. She had a party to throw, after all.

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