Apparently, my friend Surprise had found what she thought an interesting book about potions. With that she came over to my place, carrying a good set of ingredients for a particular potion she had in mind.
Just after closing time, she knocked on my door with a buffalo skin bag in her saddle bags, with the ingredients she required for what she had in mind.
“Hiya, Surprise. What a lovely surprise!” I exclaimed as I opened the door in order to let her into my room on the second floor in the Cakes’ building in which the Sugar-Cube Corner café is housed.
“Hiya, Pinkie Pie. In your case, not really. You always know when I am coming over to you, as much as I may try to make it into a surprise. I knew you had just gotten back from work, by the way!” she responded with a crooked grin.
“Yeah, I know, I know!” I put forth as I closed the door behind her, “It is a pain to know. Yet, I still love to have you over. Whatever you have in mind, I am counting on it to be a blast!” I responded.
“I brought a few items over, something a little fun on the side. You just need to help me with a few details, including pulling the items out of my saddle bags, Pinkie!” she exclaimed.
“Oh, okay; I can do that!” I responded.
“If you start with the stuff in the right bag? Just place it onto the floor. Hope none of your balloons will try to attack any of it, though!” she responded.
“Naeh, they are shy and timid, which is why they are all cowering under my bed. The others are all crowding my ceiling, but they will stay up there!” I pointed out as I helped her loosening the bags and placing them onto the floor as she suggested.
“Like your friend, Fluttershy?” she prompted.
“That sounds like a picture, when you put it like that. I take it you will explain what you brought with you!” I put forth.
“If you pull out the Dragon-skin bags out of my saddle bags, I will explain everything as we go along. Place the book on your bed, page sixty-nine!” she continued.
“A Dragon-skin bag, aye? This looks like very exciting and excitable stuff. You really don’t have a good use of these very often, and they are very hard to come by!” I observed.
“Yeah, very hard to come by. Dragons hold on to their skin rather fiercely, I have come to understand. Not that I could blame them. This isn’t why we don’t use these bags very often, though. This time, I fear I had to!” she responded.
“Page sixty-nine!” I pondered with a silly grin all over my face.
“Exactly!” she pointed out as I opened the book at the direction.
“A ceramic mold, with the local rubber coating!” she then chanted.
“A ceramic mold, with the local rubber coating!” I responded her chant.
“Hoof of a Doe!” she continued.
“Hoof of a Doe!” I responded, slipping the item into the mold as the instructions reads.
“A vertebra of Zebra!” she continued.
“A vertebra of Zebra!” I responded as I picked the item and slipped it on top of the hoof.
“Tail of a Filly!” she continued.
“Tail of a Filly!” I echoed as I slipped the item onto the now growing pile.
“Teat of a Moo!” she moved on.
“Teat of a Moo!” I echoed.
“Feather of a Griffin!” she chanted.
“Feather of a Griffin!” I echoed.
“Feather of a Phoenix!” she chanted.
“Feather of a Phoenix!” I echoed.
“Tongue of a Buffalo!” she chanted.
“Tongue of a Buffalo!” I echoed.
“Green bottle of Ooze!” she chanted.
“Green bottle of Ooze!” I echoed.
As the Ooze poured down onto the pile of items it slowly absorbed them. The Ooze slowly trickled down to the lower regions of the mold and formed small pools, still in the original hue.
“A pinch of Iron dust!” she chanted.
“A pinch of Iron dust!” I echoed.
“A Vial of clear rubber!” she chanted.
“A Vial of clear rubber!” I echoed.
“Three bottles of glistering Trails!” she chanted.
“Three bottles of glistering Trails!” I echoed.
“The Bucket of shiny Goo!” she chanted.
“The Bucket of shiny Goo!” I echoed.
I could clearly see how the mold was filling up, there is little room for anything in the remaining space within. Yet, something told me a single item is still missing, Knowing she was about to tell me and motion me to slip it in.
“A heart of a Horse!” she chanted.
“A heart of a Horse!” I echoed.
“A tear of a Dragon!” she chanted.
“A tear of a Dragon!” I echoed.
“A vial of Polish!” she chanted.
“A vial of Polish!” I echoed.
Just as the Polish hit the content, the gap started to close and the Mold soon closed up entirely. There is no sign of where it had been.
The next moment, a seam appeared along the length of the entire mold, from the muzzle to the rear end, all the way along the spine as well as on the belly.
For a moment, the mold only stood there on all its four hooves as if it had just been a solid mass of ceramic. Only then, it fell to the right and left, revealing the creature that soon crept out from inside. For that one moment, it lay on its belly, all four legs spread out to the four winds.
Finally it gathered itself and pulled its legs together in order to stand up, like the Pony she is. Yet, she merely stood there for a while longer, waiting for something, something she knew nothing about. Until the instant it happened, that is.
“I greet you, in the name of all things fun!” Surprise put forth, thus concluding the ritual.
“Greetings..” she responded, looking up at Surprise with a measure of hope.
“Let me present myself, my name is Surprise, I am a white Pegasus. She is Pinkamena Diana Pie, a pink Earth Pony, but please, do call her Pinkie Pie, or Pinkie; for short!” Surprise offered.
“Hi, Surprise and Pinkie!” she responded.
“As an Ooze Pony, I hope you are going to enjoy your time with us. I intend to make my bestest to make you laugh and have fun!” I promised cheerfully.
“I think we are going to call you Oozey, for now. You will have to find your true self, and who you are just like the rest of us. When you find yourself, I expect a mark to appear on your flank, just like these three Balloons on mine and Pinkie’s. By then, you will most likely have developed a hue for both your body and your main and tail!” Surprise explained.
“Oozey?” the Goo Pony responded, in more uncertain tones, not quite sure as to what to make out of it.
“From the Ooze you are made out of, of course!” Surprise explained.
“It is a diminutive form of the word. Just like my friends call me Pinkie, short for Pinkamena!” I pointed out.
“Ooooh. Oh!” Oozey responded.
Then she looked around, blinking at the balloons on my flank, then the once on Surprises flank.
“These are our Cutie Marks. I am sure you will have yours, soon enough, Oozy. Just a matter of what it will be, and how long it will take you to figure out, just who you are!” I pointed out.
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