//------------------------------// // Pink // Story: Crimson Dance // by Nightmares Madness //------------------------------// “You’re majesty, your majesty.” At the call of a voice, a young woman dressed in fine purple and black silk spun into a dress by a talented tailor five hundred years previous stood. Her black hair falling like a river from her shoulders down to rest just behind her knees, her back framed by hair as well as a lightly fluttering pair of wings, clear one second, and reflecting light in a flowing rainbow color. Her crimson eyes searching through the crowd of fairies before her for the one who spoke out. With a wave, the crowd parted, revealing a small teal colored fairy. She was out of breath, barely able to continue moving her wings. The fairy queen now understood why she could not see her child since she had fallen to the ground, and sat there, breathing, tears running down her cheeks, a single hand propping her up. “Teally, what is the matter my child?” She asked, her voice sweet like honey. She moved her wings to lift herself into the air and glide quickly over to the fairy. Raising her eyes, she looked up to her mother, the queen, “Pinkie, she, she’s gone.” A collection of gasps and murmurs could be heard all around. “Calm thyselves,” the queen spoke aloud. The mass around the two quieted almost immediately. It had been unheard of for fairies of their kind to leave their home in the forest. But all knew Pinkie was, unusual, even for a fairy. “Tell me child, what happened, where has she gone to?” (^-(*,_,*)-^) “What in the world?” Came a woman’s voice. With the widest smile she waved to her. She even tried to wave to the young child, whom had their eyes covered. “By Celestia’s spirit!” Came the voice of an elder. Turning, another wide smile and another enthusiastic wave to them. The elder grabbed his chest, cheeks deeply flushed a strange red. This was certainly turning out to be the best decision she had ever made, following those other two she had spotted from that strange place surrounded by animals, grass, and flowers. She had followed, never having seen any like them herself. They were a wonder for her, the animals, not so much. Living in a forest like the Everfree, there were a wide array of animals, even those deemed by her queen as creatures. A few others screamed and moved as she walked down the middle of the dirt path she was following. She was not sure where she was going as she lost sight of the two when they entered through the doorway into the strange walls of trees. She had made her way above the top of the wall and was nearly overwhelmed by a sight she had never seen before. More of those strange hairy creatures without wings, just moving about on their own two legs. She flitted down and watched a few carefully, looking at their forms, before she worked to make herself resemble them. The only thing she had missed was the clothing. “Wow, so many kings and queens, all wearing clothes.” She spoke to herself, still waving and smiling as she passed each one. She shivered, and hugged her arms over her chest, she missed her wings and wasn;t used to feeling cold. Even between her legs she felt cold, it had to be something to do with the changes to her body. First the two strange bumps grew out from her chest, then a strange hole formed between her legs. They were certainly new parts of her body, she had vaguely recognized to differentiate between male and female. Among her own kind, she knew she was female, but they had their own ways of being able to tell, though she had to admit, dealing with a male, the “Pixie’s” were always so annoying. The noises they made, the jokes they made, and never kept their hands to themselves when around a fairy. So improper. Pinkie caught herself as she realized she had stopped walking and was now beginning to frown ever so slightly. With a shake of her head she looked around and smiled again. “No time with frowns, just smiles, and wide eyes as there is so much new stuff, and new kinds of fairies to meet.” She began to move again, walking in the same direction she had been moving since she came out of hiding. Though, despite not knowing where she was, nor where she was going, she had always known one thing in life. Always move forward and experience the new in life. “Uh, Bon Bon, we have a problem.” “What?” Bon Bon asked as she turned to look behind her. Eyes going wide, and her mouth hanging open ever so slightly, the view she beheld was, unusual even if it was appreciated. “Well, a pony streaking through town. Though most run, don’t they Big Mac?” She waited for an answer for a few moments, and was surprised there wasn’t one. “Big Mac?” Turning, Bon Bon rolled her eyes seeing the large red stallion staring openly at the sight before him. She tossed a small mostly clean cloth up over his eyes to distract him, before turning and calling over a couple of female troops to help her. Pinkie halted by a large thing with holes as the scent of something sweet caught her attention. She had moved over to one of the holes where she spotted a brown circle, the scent was coming from. She closed her eyes and moved her nose right over it and breathed in the aroma deeply, seeming to inflate her chest largely. Made even more impressive with the way she had placed her hands on her legs as she bent forward. As she began to drool and eye it, the hunger in her stomach making strange noises, she heard a voice from behind her. “Morning. You look a bit cold there, miss. Care to tell us why you’re streaking around?” Pinkie turned to look to see a heavily armored group of females, the one in front speaking had hair of two colors, pink and blue. “Ooh, wow, look at you. Are you like, a high queen? And another thing I’ve been wondering is where do you hide your wings under those things?” Pinkie asked pointing at the armor. “Uh, this is our guard armor, and we don’t have wings. We’re Earth Ponies. The pegasus prefer not to wear armor if they can help it.” Bon Bon explained as she glanced down at her armor. As she looked up she was more than surprised to see the bare pink mare gone. “Hey, where’d she go?” “Seriously? You don’t have wings? You are the strangest fairies I have ever encountered. At least you’re not Pixie’s.” Bon Bon yelped and spun around, drawing he sword as the pink mare had some how appeared behind her. “When did you-” Seeing the after image of the mare as she once again somehow vanished from right in front of her face. “I have to ask though, what is this, it smells so good, my tummy is making funny noises.” Spinning once more, Bon Bon found the Pink mare gently prodding the surfaced of a pie cooling at the window of Sugarcube corner. “Uh, that’s a pie?” “Really? You sound unsure. Are you sure you know what this is? Maybe its a scrumdittlyumptious. I can tell you, I know a lot of foods, but this, this is just soo...” Pinkie paused as she stuck her tongue out, moving her eyes to look up trying to think of how to describe the strange anomaly in front of her. “You eat it, it’s pie, it’s food. Seriously, how do you not know what that is, and armor? Actually, now that I think about it, who are you?” Bon Bon demanded after letting out an annoyed sigh. “I’m Pinkie,” she said as she grabbed Bon Bon’s gloved hand and shook it so vigorously, some of her armor began to come loose, and bounce her lightly off the ground. “Wow, you are one strong Earth Pony, the Apple family are the only one’s I have ever known to shake like that.” Bon Bon said, wobbling ever so slightly. “So, Pinkie, have a last name?” “Pie,” Pinkie responded as she had her attention back on the pie on the window sill, and openly began to drool. “Pinkie Pie? I thought, nevermind. Look Miss Pie, we can’t have ponies running around without clothes, do you have anything to wear?” “Nwoph,” Pinkie responded as she turned, pie in hand, and blue stains around her mouth. “And, I take it, you don’t have any money on you either, to pay for that?” “What’s that?” Pinkie asked as she loudly gulped down the bite of blueberry pie. Bon Bon dragged a hand down her face, before turning to two of her followers, “Take her to Rarity’s. I suspect this one needs, some help.” The two she spoke to saluted and began to move Pinkie towards Rarity’s shop. “I suppose I should go tell Rarity she has company. This is turning out to be the strangest day ever. First that weird purple mare, now this pink one.” Bon Bon could not help but to mutter to herself.