Silly Species Swapping

Chapter 3

Pinkie was terrified.

In her life she had always laughed away anything that scared her, but what could she do when she was afraid of herself? She could feel the magic surging through every fibre of her body like a constant electric shock, every hair in her coat stood on end and her eyes were blinded by the constant light. Her body was feeling more power than any normal pony could ever imagine and yet she felt so helpless.

“Don’t you want to party?”

Pinkie couldn’t tell where the voice came from, it sounded so familiar but there were no names she could link to it.

“Everypony loves to party!”

Pinkie looked around in search of the voice; her eyes were only met with more white. She liked light and sunshine but colour was so much more fun.

“You’re right! This party does need more colour!”

“How did you know what I was thinking?” Pinkie tried talking back but found she could only think her words.

“Don’t be a silly filly! Anypony could tell you a party needs colour.”

Back outside the library the rain of streamers continued, this time though in new and more varied colours. These new colours flowed like a river over the bodies of the ponies below, mixing with the previous downpour into larger piles of multi-coloured paper.

“We’re in over our heads here.” Twilight muttered to herself as she observed the changes around her. She turned around and dashed back towards the library, doing her best not to trip on the piles of streamers cluttering the ground.

Twilight had no idea how to fix this and she couldn’t risk Pinkie hurting herself or anyone else if this got out of hand, so in a case like this she would have to go to plan-E, sending for help from the only one she knew could stop a magic surge.

Twilight rushed to open the door to the library as fast as she could, however this proved an unusually tricky task as Twilight collided with the closed door in a rather clumsy manner. Some things in her life had become second nature and opening doors with her magic was one of them. However, with magic removed from that equation it wouldn’t take an intellectual pony to realise the result. The fact that Twilight was an intelligent pony only added insult to injury.

“Are you alright Twilight?” Twilight heard Applejack’s voice getting closer as she got back to her hooves.

“Urgh!” Twilight shook her head clear, “I’m okay, I just need to get used to using my hooves instead of magic for everything.“

“Um Twilight?” Fluttershy spoke softly from behind Rarity, “Is there anything we can do to help?”

Twilight looked at her friends, their concern was plain to see, however it was even more plain to see their desire to help Pinkie. She had to come up with a plan to keep things under control until they can get help. This was her duty to the princess to keep the peace and to protect those around her and she never took this responsibility lightly.

Twilight stood up straight and steadied herself, “Okay this is the plan…” She pointed down the main street towards the centre of Ponyville, “Applejack; I want you to take Rarity and Fluttershy and see if you can find where Pinkie got to.”

“You can count on us Twi.” Applejack Responded,

“Remember; she hasn’t got full control of herself, so be careful. Try to calm her down if you can but don’t let her hit you with any magic.”

“Oh don’t worry after feeling the effect of the last spell; I certainly won’t let myself get hit.” Rarity said as she gave her forehead another brief glance.

“Good! Rainbow Dash I’ll need you to stay with me.” Twilight turned to Rainbow who was now almost completely shaking from the force of her twitching tail.

“What? Why do I have to stay behind?” Rainbow was visibly annoyed by this request.

“Because, I’ve learned that when Pinkie sense is involved; it always seems to go for me and I want to know what’s coming and when.”

“Y’all heard the lady, let’s go save Pinkie from…well herself.” Applejack launched herself into the air and flew over the mounting piles of streamers, leading the way for Rarity and Fluttershy to follow.

“This Party sure is going into full swing.”

“I don’t think I want this party.”

“You’re right! This party is nowhere near good enough yet, we’ve got to do better”

This voice wouldn’t listen, Pinkie felt more and more helpless with each passing moment. Just like back on the rock farm, her fate wasn’t decided by what she chose to do, but by what she was expected to do.

“I know what this party needs. More Friends! Let’s makes some!”

“But I already know every pony in Ponyville.”

“Then let’s make some new friends!”

The ocean of balloons parted as Twilight and Rainbow burst back into the library, the waves flowed around the room as the two ponies made their way to the second floor.

“Spike?” Twilight called out, “Are you still in here?”

“I don’t care how much noise you make I’m staying put!” Spikes voice could be heard coming from the foot of Twilight’s bed, while the purple tail poking out of Spike’s basket really gave his hiding place away.

“Please Spike this is important!” Twilight ran up to Spike’s basket and started to shake it, only causing him to tighten his hold on the blanket covering him. “Please Spike there was an accident with one of the experiments and I need to send a letter for help!”

Spike sat bolt upright in his basket, “An accident? Is everypony ok?” The look of concern on his face was offset by one strange addition to his normal features;

Spike was sporting a very fine owl’s beak.

“Bwahaha!” Rainbow Dash fell to the floor with laughter, “You were right Spike. You DO look ridiculous!”

Spike’s face flushed red with anger, “Oh yeah? Well...” he faltered for a second before noticing something strange about the two ponies in front of him, “...wait a minute Rainbow where are your wings? And what happened to your Horn Twilight?”

“That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you. The spell swapped all our wings and horns around and now Pinkie’s got herself stuck in a magic surge!” Twilight was trying her best to stay as calm as possible, “I need you to send a letter to the Princess so we can fix this.”

Spike’s face sank, “I’m sorry Twilight, I can’t.” He inhaled deeply, as he had often done before, and blew into thin air;

“Whoooooooooo!”

Rather than the thin green flame of his normal dragon breath, there was instead the call of Twilight’s pet owl.

Twilight stood frozen, she was running out of ideas fast and thoughts of what might be happening at that very moment were quickly flooding her mind like the very balloons in the library.

Applejack, however, was about to meet some of these “happenings”, and a rather angry group of “happenings” they were. Three objects; each as alive as the 3 ponies heading towards them, each of them waiting for any trouble makers at Pinkie’s party and each of them in a not too friendly mood.

“So what are we s’posed to be doing hanging ‘round these parts again?” the object producing the voice wobbled in place.

“Oh Rocky you impatient fellow you, we are ‘ere to ‘elp miss Pinkie with ‘er party” The weighty bag of flour shifted its weight as it too spoke up.

“It looks like we’ve got some troublemakers coming this way,” a third, deeper voice came from a shaking bucket of root vegetables, “It’s those rude ponies!”

The Bag of flour shifted once more standing upright on its side “Well zen ve vill ‘ave a chance to teach zees ponies a lesson!”