I woke up on a bed in a strange, and highly unfamiliar room. The walls, floor and ceiling are clearly one single crystal; in a shiny purple hue, from what I could see. I only have the four walls, the ceiling and he bed on which the bed is standing upon. There is no carpets, paintings or windows to be seen. Yet, I do have a bed stand too.
Feeling spent and wasted, but warm and fuzzy. I am clearly in a very comfortable bed, with a soft mattress; while the bed linens all are a light purple who, not too dissimilar to the crystal walls. Then I noted a darker, deeper purple star emblem on the right side; with what looks like a similar white star under and several smaller white stars encircling the larger star in the middle.
As I stretch my body, I find myself fully relaxed and much more flexible than I should have been; discounting that strange dream of the party at the hotel. The only problem is that I still do recall that specific dream in crystal clear and vivid details, as if I had been there right now. I never recall a single detail out of my dreams, even as I wake up from them; with that said, it is why I claim that I never dream.
I am told that all humans dream several times each night, even girls like me. I just have no proof of it, and thus discount the tales as silly. From there; the dream I had, can not have been a dream. If it had been; I would never have remembered it, even when the sequence bears all the signs of being just that; a dream.
As I finally do slide out of bed, just after I had folded the purple quilt up against the wall; I feel the solid, hard crystal under my still bare feet. Of course I am nude, and with no clothes in site.
Either they are not wearing clothes around here, or they don’t understand the level of embarrassment it is representing to be left without clothes. I guess I am lucky, there is none here. Hay, not even a dog or cat to be seen in the room.
There is none, and nothing; nothing to do, but wait for whatever is to come next. Which is by no means what I had expected, in any case.
Of course; I could see the spherical door nob, and that it has a groove that is looking like the hand of a Human girl; just like myself. As a matter of fact, on closer inspection; that is my hand, it is identical, even the colour is right.
Only now, I could clearly see the nob turn; as if to open the door, and then it did just that. A moment later; a pink character entered the door, vaguely similar to a Horse; so I guess it would be correct to assume that she is an Equine, and a mare at that. Daring a closer look; she has a deeper and darker pink to cerise or red mane, tightly curled up. Naturally; her tail is the same colour, and style as her mane.
The next thing I noticed; after that strange smile on her face is the two blue balloons, and the yellow one in a group, on what she would be calling the flank.
Should I have been shocked or surprised; as I noted, realized that she is utterly nude, and does not wear as much as a shred on her body; not even a band or a ribbon in her mane or tail.
Of course, she just had to have large, beautiful and expressive, deep blue eyes. Now, didn’t she?
“Hiya, Amethyst! My name is Pinkamena Diana Pie; but call me Pinkie Pie, or Pinkie for short; all my friends do. You knew me as Diana, which is technically correct; since it is my middle name!” she just blurted out in an explosion of words, passing for both a greeting and a presentation, all at once.
“Uh, oh? So this is what you look like, Diana? Or; should I call you Pinkie now, like everyone, or Pony else?” I responded, my jaw dropped all the way down to the floor.
“Either is fine by me, but Diana would confuse he others around here!” she just pointed out; as if it had been the most natural thing in the world, where ever this would be right now.
“In that case, Diana; where are we? And, why am I here?” I inquired, in hopes she would not do anything strange, embarrassing or painful to me as a reaction.
”This is Ponyville; Equestria, in the Royal castle belonging to Princess Twilight sparkle. She is the princess of Friendship. This is your home, your room; it is in the basement, which is one reason why you don’t have any windows in your room!” Pinkie Pie, or Diana explained, matter of fact; but couldn’t quite contain her exuberant enthusiasm.
“When you say that it is my room, you don’t mean a cell in a prison, then? Ponyville, Equestria; where in the world is that?” I responded.
“Wait; are you assuming you are a hostage or a prisoner of war, Amethyst? We are no longer on the world you call Earth. This is a different realm, where Ponies such as myself rule more or less supreme; even controlling the day and night, and the weather on the top-side!” she pointed out in the same manner as before.
“Okay; I do have a fairly comfortable and good looking bed, I grant you that much. Yet, with the walls I have, and pretty much nothing else in the room. I have no furniture or clothes to wear. Prisoner or Hostage would be pretty much the same to me. You mean to say that you actually control the weather and the day and night?” I exclaimed, now more excited and agitated by what she was trying to tell me.
“I have a bed, just like it; in which I sleep each and every night. On that note; most of us never wear clothes since we don’t need them, not in the climate we have in Ponyville at least. I have personally seen princess Celestia raise the sun at the Mid Summer festival, and the Pegasi are moving the weather fronts more or less at their discretion, according to the schedule. Life is pretty and good here in Ponyville!” she merely explained.
“Since I am not a Prisoner or Hostage, am I free to walk out of the room? Would I be able to wear clothes and have something to eat? I would also need something to do in order to pass the time, either way. I would love to see that festival, and the Pegasi clear the sky!” I pointed out.
“I think I can convince my friend Rarity to make you something comfortable to wear. Your door will remain open all day, and there is a library down here in the basement. Furthermore; let me assure you, you are certainly not alone here, even if you have not seen either of your friends yet. They would be waking up any time now!” she blurted out.
“Would your friend, Rarity make clothes for us, like the once we wore before you brought us here, or the once you wear? The door is open? I guess a library is better than nothing. My friends from the Party, you mean?” I pondered.
“It may be a bit tricky to explain what I need, but she is quite capable of crafting Human clothes for a Girl just like yourself. She just needs a few measurements, in order for your suit to be comfortable and look the way you would like it to look She is the Fashionista of Ponyville, and the go-to Pony, when you need something to wear. Ruby, Sapphire, Emerald and Diamond, are all here. Oh, but where are my manners? I had brought your breakfast too!” she prompted and pulled a bottle of cider out of the curls on her head, and then a paper bag of muffins.
I promptly opened the paper bag, only to find the muffins she had baked for me while I was sleeping.
“These does look yummy!” I exclaimed.
“Yeppers, deppers; I should know, I personally baked them for you!” she pointed out with a very wide grin, even for a Pony that is.
“Thanks, Pinkie. Guess I am more hungry than I had expected, now after the trip to Equestria!” I pointed out, taking a bit out of the first of the muffins.
“Then I will leave you to your breakfast!” she pointed out and left the room.
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