The door slams open, mere instants before I had the time to knock.
“Right this way!” Spike urged me, before I had the time to respond or even say hello.
“Hiya, and thanks, Spike!” I uttered as I followed him into the castle and out of sight.
“You are welcome, Pinkie. You are in fact very welcome. To be honestly blunt, I think you were expected!” he put forth.
“I was? But, Twilie isn’t responsible for my predicament, right?”I enquired, worried but curious all the same.
“Like when she mixed up all your Cutie Marks? No, certainly not. She has absolutely nothing to do with it!” Spike pointed out.
“Oh yeah, I do remember that incident, not that I could actually forget it more than I could forget anything else. Even if a few things has slipped my mind on occasion, like my birthday!” I pondered in an embarrassed tone.
“I can see that you are more subdued than your usual hyper self today, anything bothering you, let me know, Pinkie?” he pointed out.
“Aside from finding me in this strange attire, as I woke up? How ever that came to happen!” I pondered, pointing at the thick red rubbery garment, padding my hips heavily.
“Oh yeah, these does look a bit odd, even for you, you know. Guess I am still just a baby dragon, so many things slipping my mind!” he confessed.
“You are, but you will grow up, eventually. Just hope we don’t need to see you going back to what you were when you got all tangled up in the greed!” I pondered.
“Considering the price, I certainly do hope, never to go back there, ever again. I love Rarity too much. Oh well, we’re almost there!” he pointed out.
“Twilly does keep your greed in a very tight leach since that episode. I guess you came in with the best Pony possible!” I pondered.
“She has been good to me, even if I have had my challenges. Yes, she certainly is a very capable Pony. I love her for all she has done for me. She is a great friend, she will help you with what ever she can when you need it!” Spike pondered.
“Does it by any chance have anything to do with your strange looking Butt-wear? These are not panties or regular pants. I found them off, even for you, Pinkie!” she pointed out.
“Ah yeah. Butt-wear, I guess that is as good a word as any, Twilly. That is the problem!” I explained.
“Maybe we had better go down to my basement. This feels like a more private situation!” she pointed out.
“Yeah, this is the library. Foals could walk in on us. We need to protect them from seeing and hearing things that aren’t for them. Although I guess it could lead into embarrassment if it became public knowledge as well?” I responded.
“I have no interest in causing you any embarrassment. What kind of a Princess would I be, if I enjoyed that?” she pinned the thought down firmly.
“Certainly not the Princess of Friendship. You already have a Hall for official Parties, maybe you need a Dungeon for more private Parties as well? Just make sure to have that in the Basement, would you!” I teased bravely.
“I am expected to hold official Parties, as you said, and I do have a Hall for this purpose. I have a Library for storing all the Books, which I am eternally grateful for. A Dungeon? You always have the most funny ideas, Pinkie Pie, you know that, right?” she responded.
“Ah yeah, the books, your library is already far superior to your old Library, and it is still growing rapidly, I guess I could see how you are enjoying this. I couldn’t even blame you for it. Most of us are enjoying the benefits of it, one way or the other. Oh, you even have a Hall for your private Twilight times with the Crusaders, who certainly still do enjoy that quite royally. As a Princess, of Friendship nonetheless, you still do need the Dungeon, both for our Private Parties, and for when you need to hold some Pony in custody for one reason or the other, you can’t just send them off to Celestia at Canterlot.
“Books, books, books, and yet more books; I guess that is one of the things I did enjoy about the ascension into Princess-hood as I became an Alicorn. Question is, how this is tying into the problem you are facing? Mainly that red garment covering your hips, even if I would chance that this may be tying into the hoof-wear and changes you suffered?” she inquired.
“Books are fun, you can learn so much new, exciting and fun; like parties, spells, and recipes. Oh yeah, that problem; now I just hope you could help me out of it. Maybe there is a book containing the secret of it, and the spell to unlock it? Otherwise, I fear I will just have to learn to live with it, right along with all my friends and Ponyville at large!” I prompted in agitation.
“Oh well, at least I don’t feel the horrid, stabbing pain that woke me up earlier. Yet, wearing these; is embarrassing to me. Even when I guess I could learn to live with the boots and these strange new hooves for fingernails?” I concluded.
“If the pain is no longer bothering you; that sounds good, even if it may be worse than it looks, tied into the situation here. I can’t see the rim if your crimson panties, by anything more than the colour of the material, which causes me some concerns. Since you mentioned it, are the boots painful to wear, or have the changes taken any of your sensitivity away?” she inquired, looking directly at me.
“Funny as it may seem, I don’t really feel the boots at all, and the sensitivity is just as it had been before; since I can recall exactly how it did feel the other day. Unless this change had altered my recollection, but I haven’t challenged the sensitivity yet. For some reason, I have the impression that the hooves are extensions of what my nails were, and that the tips of my fingers are just as sensitive as they were the other day!” I explained.
“Would you consider trying to slip out of the boots, or the diapers, please?” she pointed out.
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