My Little Pony: Equestria Girls-Mini: Season Of Change

by Masters-of-the-Elements

Episode Four: Feeling Pink so Early

My Little Pony:
Equestria Girls-Mini:
Episode Four:
Feeling Pink So Early

I like a good prank as much as any one does, I am the class clown of my entire school, but not when it this early in the morning. A girl has to have standards, after all.

I remember waking up somewhat groggy, and I stumble out of bed. I saw the puffy tail on my rear, but didn’t think much of it, as I walked out of my room and into the bathroom. I splash some water into my face and looked into the mirror. Instead of sandy blonde hair kept straight and a pair of red eyes, I saw puffy pink hair and crystal blue eyes.

“Eh,” I shrugged lightly, and left the bathroom, not even giving my sudden change a second thought.

I what can I say, I wasn’t right in head first thing in the morning. I was about half way to the kitchen when my mind finally woke up enough to make me aware of what happened to me, and my eyes snapped opened. I spin around and run, hopped actually, back to the bathroom.

I saw at myself in the mirror with my mouth hanging slightly. Like I said before, I like a good joke as much as the next gal, but not this early in the morning, and not before I have my coffee Wheaties. That’s when I remember the tail and looked down at it. It was puffy like my hair, and sticking out of a hole in the gray jersey that I got from my super-duper best cousin Rupy.

I also saw some weird balloon marks on my hips, but I ignored it as I grabbed the obviously fake tail. “Come, ow, off, ow, you, ow, stupid, ow, tail!” I said as I tried to pull the tail off of me.

I continue to pull on this gag tail, ignoring the stab of pain I felt every time I pulled. I began to wrestle with the thing when I found couldn’t pull the thing off. I began to thrust around the room, knocking things off their stands, and eventually got out into the hall.

“Okay tail,” I said determinedly, nose flaring, “You’re going down and that’s final!”

I tightened my grip on the tail, planted my feet on the ground, and pulled with everything my six feet even body has. I let out a giant scream as I felt my body rocked back. This made me lose my footing, and I wobbled for about half a second before I fell flat on me face. Funny thing is I think something flew out of hair the second I face-planted. I quickly forgot about what just flew from my hair, and blew a lock out of my eyes, and looked at the tail.

“You win this round tail, but mark my words I wouldn’t be beaten so easily next time,” I said, making my vow of war on the thing.

I then got to my knees, and my brain finally told me about others things that I had missed early. My voice was much higher then last night. And then there are my boobs, which had grown a little since last night. And the shirt now fit like a glow, given it was a little big on me before now.

Still…none of that matter, I was to set on finding out who put this fake tail on me. I know it couldn’t by my forks; they’re the biggest sticks I know. Besides, it was Saturday and that meant they were at their store already. And that left only one person, and I jumped to my feet and bolted into that person’s room without a second thought. I use the name I gave him when I wanted to get his attention.

“...Gorge New York, New Jersey White House Potter!” I screamed, thrusting a finger into the air dramatically. “I demanded to know how to get rid of this tail, like, yesterday!”

I blinked seven times and three more times after that, when I notice my bro’s room empty. I was now sure that he was behind this prank. The only time when my bro is up and about on a Saturday is when he’s playing a prank, or if he slept over at his friends place. Still…I began to look around the room, tearing the neat room apart in less than 10 seconds. Another ten second later I find myself in the center of the trashed room, steam coming out of my ears.

I had torn the room apart and couldn’t find anything about a tail prank. I looked everywhere, even under a three month old tuna sandwich, and nothing. Either he took the secret of the prank with him or he has nothing to do with the tail. Either way you cut the pie, I was stuck.

I crossed my arms over my chest, and planted myself on my rear. I ignore the pain I felt from my tail and began to think. Who would be smart enough to pull a prank against me? More importantly how could someone even get into my place?

“Think Pam Potter. Who want’s to prank you?” suddenly, a list appeared in my head, about the size of skyscraper, and I couldn’t help but giggle.

I have pulled a prank everyone I know at least twice, and with my all-time favorite cousin I have prank him since we were little kids. So, as one could guess, the list of people I prank is endless. And that’s a good thing.

I would have gone over my list of pranks and people I prank over the years, if a certain sound didn’t distracted me. I looked at my tum-tum and realize I still haven’t had my coffee Wheaties yet.

I smiled to myself as I hopped to my feet, and hopped to the kitchen. Thankfully my parents always remember to make me fresh pot in the morning. I turned on the pot, and then collected the items I needed for my breakfast. A couple of minutes later I had everything I need and the coffee was ready. I poured a small bit into a bowl, added cream until it was a light brown and added five packets of Sweet ‘N’ Low. I next poor the Wheaties into another bowl, and then added the coffee.

“The breakfast of gods, champions, and let not forget Pinkies all around!” I giggled as I realized something.

The tail, my hair and my eyes all reminded me of Pinkie Pie, the pony I have model myself after before she was even a character. I just love that little pink pony to death and probably beyond. So, now I don’t consider this a prank anymore but a gift.

I chuckled to myself as I walked over to the table, and took my usual seat. I scope up a big spoon full of my special breakfast and shoved into my mouth with a second thought. The jolt I felt the moment the food reach my stomach was enough to shock the last bit of my sleeping brain into gear, and I realize something.

The tail, the one I thought was just some lame first-time prank, was real! The pain I got from all the tugging was proof of that. I put this news bit into my “check back” later folder, and continue with breakfast. I took another mouth full as I began to think things over. If I have the tail, hair, eyes, and cutie mark of the best pony in two worlds, then that could only mean one thing…

“I’M TURNING INTO PINKIE PIE!” I screamed gleefully.

I dropped my spoon into the bowl, pushed my chair out from the table and back flipped out of it. I landed gracefully onto my feet, and broke out into a wild dance, dancing old dances like the robot, disco fever, and others I don’t even know names for. How I know these dances I didn’t know, nor did I care.

“I’m turning into Pinkie! I’m turning into Pinkie!! I’M TURNING INTO PINKIE!” I sung in prefect pitch, as I grabbed my new tail and began to swing it about.

I think I did this for nearly 2 minutes before it hit me. And when I meant hit me I meant I accidentally danced into a wall. That small hit actually got me thinking in a different way. I’m turning in a pony from a cartoon aimed at young girls. How far would the change go? Will I turned into the pony completely, and have my mind overwritten like in that fan fiction group? Or would I turn into some of super deformed monster, one that’s tries to make everyone smile?

“Think, Pam, think,” I mumbled, lightly hitting my head against the wall. I hit my head 23 and half times before it hit me. “I know! I would call Rupy! He should know what to do!”

I pulled myself from my thinking wall, and hoped to my room. I opened my door and was meant with a wondrous sight. The walls are lined with blueprints of my next pranks, the lists of potential people I‘m going to prank, and finally, my large collection of Pinkie Pie collectables!

I bet you can’t guess who my favorite pony is. C’mon, guess, it would super-duper fun. Nope, it’s not Princess Luna, sillies. Nope, it’s not Princess Cadance, either, but you’re getting closer. Okay, okay, I will give…its Pinkie Pie!

Bet you didn’t see that one coming did you?

I chuckled to myself as I began the search for the Pink Raider, the nickname I given my smart-phone. Any time I’m in this room I couldn’t help but feel like my idol. There was just something about Pinkie that I really connected with, to her cartoonish antics, to her surprisingly deep character. I bet I’m the only one that sees that Pinkie’s can be just as deep as the other characters and somehow remain a big kid.

I chuckled again as I put the thought into the back mind and continue to search my phone. It didn’t take me long, about half-a-second before I find my phone. The Pink Raider was a good name for my phone; it was covered in a pink case and even has a Pinkie Pie cutie mark on it.

I smiled when I checked and found that my phone has a good charge. I was about to call my cousin up, when I think I got my first Pinkie sense. My skin felt tingly, my knees were knocking, and my tail was swishing a mile a minute. What this meant, I don’t know. I never heard Pinkie does something like I’m doing right now, not even in Fan fiction. So what could this mean?

I scratched my nose to try and get my mind in gear, and I realize it was longer then it should be. I cross my eyes and watched as my face grew out, and turned into a muzzle. I next looked at my left hand, and watched as familiar fur grew on it. I quickly realized what was happening here, and bolted into out of my room and back into the bathroom. I nearly squeal in pure delight when I saw myself.

I now looked like a human vision of Pinkie Pie. Everything was there, from her cute mark, to little nose and her amazing smile, which I was showcasing right now. I still couldn’t believe I have turned into Pinkie Pie… sorta, kinda, almost, I guess. I was still mostly me, but I was covered in pink fur and had a horse’s muzzle.

“Man, is Rupy going to flip when I tell him this!” I said happily as I cycle through my phone book, until I found my cousin’s number.

I thrust my thumb to the number but suddenly stopped. My thumb hovered probably half-a-inch from the number that could save me from whatever fate has in store for me.

“Pam, if it before 9 O’clock in the morning I would take any phone call from you as a prank, and lets voicemail get it. Got it?” the words that my cousin once said to me ringing heavily in my mind’s ear.

I looked at my phone and saw it was a little pass seven. Rupy probably wasn’t even up yet. He was probably still sleeping off the booze he had last night. My, I could drink an entire keg of the good stuff, and not even feel tipsy. I should know, I have drunk entire keg, as a dare, and I wasn’t even dizzy.

I quickly shook my head, and looked at the number. Do I call him and explain what happened to me? Will he think I was just trying to prank him for like the ninety-seventh time?

“What to do? What to do?” I asked in sing-song as I began moving around the bathroom, taking up a number of poses. “What to do? What to do?”

I continue to sing this as I moved from the bathroom, to around the rest of the house. I eventually found myself in my living, sitting upside down on the couch as my head hanging off the edge of the couch and kicking my feet idly against the head of the couch. I looked at my phone, my coz number still on the screen.

“Do I call him and knock some sense into him, and tell him I turned into Pinkie Pie? What do you think, Gummy 3.0?” I asked the stuff alligator to my left.

I had gotten him when I was moving around the house thinking about what to do. He looks a lot like the pet that the real Pinkie Pie has, but only yellow and with teeth. I found him broken and forgotten, and I got my friend’s mom to fix him up. I don’t even care what my bro thinks, I love my little gummy with all of my heart.

Sometimes I can even hear him talk. And right now, he was giving me a great idea. “You’re right, Gummy! I could just get a hold one of my other friends and they could knock some sense into my hardheaded cousin!” I exclaimed excitedly. “And I know the prefect pony for the job!”

I giggle to myself as when I realized what I said, and hopped off the couch, flipping onto my feet as I change numbers. I grin as I looked at the number for Tina Springs, my best gal pal. And I know she has a super crush on my coz, and she should be able to knock some sense into Rupy. I decided to go with text. That way I don’t have to deal with a major hangover grumpy pants.

I wrote out a simple message, one that only a true pony watcher would be able to figure out, and ended it with triple frowning faces. Now all I needed to do was wait. A half a second later, and I was already bored. So I guess the only thing to do is keep myself busy, while I wait for my friend.

But first things first! I need to get fancy. I picked up Gummy 3.0 and tucked him under my right arm, and bounced to my room. I giggled when I realized something; I was bouncing just like Pinkie Pie, and that made me squeal in delight. I liked this more and more, with each minute that passed. I was nearly giddy as a school filly, and realizing that only made me laugh that much harder.

(…)

Once I got to my pride and glory, I went about finding something fancy. It was super-duper easy too! It was just there, looking like I washed it a like a billion times. I wasted in time in getting dress. I was dressed in a flash, and now I was back in the bathroom, using the mirror to look at myself the best I could.

I was now wearing a pair of hot pink overhauls, with many pockets to it, no doubt to hold all the items for pranks. I’m also wearing pink high tops with many stitches in them, and a reddish pink shirt. The sleeves of the shirt are also mismatch; the right sleeves went over my hand, and the left sleeves barely reached to my elbow. I also found a blue bracelet which now was on my naked wrist.

I giggled when I noticed that my new cutie mark had magically appeared when I slip on my overhauls. I did a quick spin and giggled a little more, as I got a better look at myself. I notice how fitting my outfit was, it highlighted by new figure greatly.

I giggled for the third time, as a thought popped into my head. I could imagine talking to a humanoid Rarity and she lecturing me about how bad my new outfit was. I giggled again, when I thought about Richard Brook and how he would do the same thing as his favorite character.

I stopped giggling when I felt the Pink Raider go off in one of my pockets. I fished out my phone and looked at the screen. I frown a little when I notice it was from Tina. Part of me thought that she didn’t get my message. The Pinkie part of me wanted to believe in her friend and I listened to that part, opening the text without a second thought.

“Sorry it took so long to get back to you…had a sort of problem after leaving the house,” I read quietly. “But, if you’re message is too believed, then it means that you’re turning into Pinkie Pie, if you haven’t already. Rupert and I have also turned into human ponies as well. And if you don’t believe me, I had also text you a picture.”

I scrolled down and broke out in a wide grin when I saw the picture. It was my best friend, dressed in an outfit I knew she didn’t have last night, and looking all too adorable as a human Twilight Sparkle. And if I have anymore of Pinkie Pie’s reality bending powers, I would total jump through my phone and give my friend a big hug.

Wait…Tina Springs…TS…Twilight Sparkle! Holy chocolate sauce, my best friend’s name has the same letters as Twilight Sparkles. Wait! Tina/Twilight said that Rupy had also change like us, which means…my coz had gone pony! And it didn’t take much to figure out what pony he had turned into.

“…RD! Holy chocolate sauce, my cousin has tuned into Rainbow Dash!” I exclaimed with a giggling smile.

I broke out into hearty laughing as those words became clear to me. My all-time favorite cousin is now in the likeness of his, or should I say, her favorite pony, and to add insult to injure, she was probably now a she. And that made me laugh that much harder.

It was about this time that my brain switched into Pinkie mood, and I began to put the pieces together. All my friends have letters that started with the same letter as their favorite ponies, so I figure that they would be turning as well.

“…Let’s see, if Rupert Douglaston is turning into Rainbow Dash and Tina Springs is turning into wingless Twilight Sparkle…then that means my friend Richard Brook is going to be become Rarity, no last name. And probably Frank Simons is going to be Fluttershy,” I frown as I left the bathroom and headed to the back of the first floor, without noticing what I am doing. “Annie Julian is going to become Applejack? Bummer, we’re trading one farm girl for another. Though I don’t think Rupy would make a good Rainbow…he’s too serious. And Tina’s a little on the slow side, but I’m not complaining.”

I stopped my ranting and blink twice. I looked around and found myself in the backyard. I most have walked here without realizing it. I shrugged off this weird thing, and focused on the thing in front of me. It was covered by a thick tarp, hiding whatever was under it. I grin as I took a tool box from my right, and walked up to the thick tarp.

“Hi baby,” I said happily to the object under the cloth. “Your new and improve mama is here to gave you a well needed tune up.”

I threw the tarp off, as I opened the box and took out some several tools from it, ready work on the object under the tarp. I began to hum the smile song as I worked, keeping myself busy as I waited for my follow ponified friend.

Author's Note:

Man, did I even suffer with writer block with this one. I wanted this one to be more upbeat instead of the slightly irritated characters I have been working with, but I found my brain refusing to work with me. But, I still manage somehow. And I hope this is as close to Pinkie Pie as I could get.

Comments

[Bryan Luna]

Yeah you totaly Pinkied it up by the way speaking of Humans with pony intials Tara Strong/Twilight Sparkle, yeah I only just realised that I'm a dumbass.

[Zaralann]

Interesting...

[ultrasolarflare]

you need to update this its good stuff

[Chrome Masquerade]

“Sorry it took so long to get back to you…had a sort of problem after leaving the house,” I read quietly. “But, if you’re message is too believed, then it means that you’re turning into Pinkie Pie, if you haven’t already. Rupert and I have also turned into human ponies as well. And if you don’t believe me, I had also text you a picture.”

I scrolled down and broke out in a wide grin when I saw the picture. It was my best friend, dressed in an outfit I knew she didn’t have last night, and looking all too adorable as a human Twilight Sparkle. And if I have anymore of Pinkie Pie’s reality bending powers, I would total jump through my phone and give my friend a big hug.

hmm... methinks that they are slightly past the Hybrid stage.
unless they have hooves, then that makes 'em full Anthro, as i understand.

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[Chrome Masquerade]

“…Let’s see, if Rupert Douglaston is turning into Rainbow Dash and Tina Springs is turning into wingless Twilight Sparkle…then that means my friend Richard Brook is going to be become Rarity, no last name.

maybe her full name is Rarity Belle? we may never know, but it would make sense.