An Episode of Prologue: 1
It had been a hard day, and with an insistently stiff rain in the cold and high winds holding me in most of the day, as if I had not already been in hiding.
There is a knock on the door, only too gay for what I had been expected. Then I hear an insane giggle from behind the door.
Before I had the time to go to the door, in order to see who it was and see if I had been prompted to hide; the door splashed open in an explosion of unstoppable laughter. The bright pink girl with a deeper shade of tightly curly hair practically bounced into the cramped room and stood before me, before I even had a chance to scream.
“I am Diana Pie. Sorry, I am not your Jailer or Executioner, if that was your expectation of hope!” Pinkie exclaimed in an off beat, but still the same jovial jolly tone.
First now I noted the tight denim suit; made out of a minimal top and skirt, barely hiding and squarely containing her jiggly chest and wide hips.
“I guess I was kind of fearing something along these lines. If you are not here for any of these reasons, then why are you here, Diana?” I inquired.
“I have an offer for you. And, I am coming with a very special gift for you!” she merely bubbled over.
“An offer, and a gift. For me?” I continued.
“Exactly, I can spirit you away from here, to a place far out and well out of the reach of any of the daemons of your nightmares in this life and the dreams. Here, put it on right away, I like to see how it fits and how you will look in it!” she then exclaimed excitedly.
“I guess I could accept your gift, without knowing more!” I responded, clasping the thick, glistering black rubber collar, only to find it just as elastic as it is shiny.
As I look closer, the collar is about half an inch thick, and three inches in width. It feels almost as if it had merely been a thin layer of rubber, covering a gel cream of some kind.
“Just pull it over your head and leave it on your neck!” she then instructed me.
“Oh? Like this!” I responded as I followed her instructions and left the black rubber to encircle my neck in a firm grip.
“Exactly!” she then prompted me.
“It is slightly tighter than I had expected, but it doesn’t feel anywhere nearly as restricting as I had imagined.
“Just polish the collar with this clear gel, and choose one of each of these pills before you hit the sack. I will see you safely off from here!” she merely explained happily, smiling warmer than the sun of her vaunted Princess Celestia as she looked at me, critically examining the looks of the collar around my neck.
“So, if I wear the collar, as you get back in polished condition, you are taking me to a safer place? If you have a safe-house that is safer than here, I will go with you. Not sure that I understand the pills, but I am forced to take you on your word!” I explained as the desperate girl I am.
Of course I do not know anyone by the name of Diana Pie, or who she actually is in the real word. What I knew is that she isn’t one of the girls following the once who are after me. I guess that would just have to make due.
I like googling the animated shows they have on the TV I have available. Following a show doesn’t actually make me a fan, more than it makes me part of a fan community. I just rest my eyes on the colours of the animated characters, Of course, I can’t be part of any overt and obvious community at this time, as much as I may have been enjoying it.
“I can explain it by first light, by the breakfast table. By then, you will be safe and comfortable in your new home!” she extended.
“I guess that explanation would be great. If you let on, by tomorrow, I would be grateful! Did you say breakfast?” I then responded with a weakly hopeful smile spreading out over my lips.
“I promise, I will explain it all tomorrow, and you will have a breakfast. Not to mention, as many muffins as you can possibly eat!” she confirmed.
“Muffins?” I merely responded.
“I will see you by then with all the explanation. Till then!” she said as she popped out of sight and was simply gone. Out of sight is out of mind, but now she is just gone.
I explored every room and every last crevice in search of the pink girl, but she is nowhere to be found.
In the end, I found a slip of white paper and an ink pen. From there I went on and wrote a note:
Deer Miss Poi Poi,
I fear I will not be here by tomorrow for breakfast.
If so, don’t worry for me, there will be no point in searching for me
or launching any investigation as to where I went off to.
I am sorry about any inconvenience I may cause you over this.
Yours, Chiza
I wrote on the slip as a note to the room keeper, as she had presented herself.
Of course, at least I was to get out of here alive, for all it was good for.
I had dutifully polished my collar as she instructed me, using up all that clear polish she had handed me so generously, not really knowing how much it would require. I have no idea as to the effect off applying said polish, or what it actually was made out of, or the actual purpose.
As I finally picked up the two white plastic cans, looking almost as if they were containing some prescription medication pills. Looking closer, there is an image of a Pony I kind of recognized from a show I had been following on and off, mainly for the entertainment value, aside from the colourful and optimistic message it forwarded to me. I need that, living out my life here in a place like this.
As they say; life is not a dance on Roses, unless you are dancing barefoot on extra spiny Roses.
Funny thing about the Ponies illustrated on the respective cans, one is making an effort of highlighting the Pony, while the other is highlighting the Mane and Tail of said Pony. Why? I guess there is a reason.
Picking up the first can, only to find small round pills inside, all in different colours, the entire spectrum of the rainbow. Just no White, Grey or Black once, neither are they brown or dull colours. Just counting from Red to Purple. Light, medium and dark variants of each colour. When I say small, I guess a pea size comes to mind.
If the pills in the second are the same, what is the significance? I ended up piking the deep red from the first can, slipping it into my mouth, swallowing it with a large gulp of water before I knew the taste or anything.
I open the second can, extracting a middle blue, swallowing it the same way as I swallowed the first, red pill. It was indeed the same size; that of a regular green pea.
Reading the text on the back of the can, I only managed to make out a few details. The words: Anthropomorph, Equine, Morphology were the first I gathered, still not quite sure as to the implications or what the text means.
With the black collar still around my neck, looking the same I went to bed. I merely sat down, folded the quilt to the side before I laid down and slipped the quilt back over myself, laid my head onto the pillow and fell asleep fairly soon after that.
I woke up by the first light, Princess Celestia’s sun shining in through the window of my bed room, thus lighting my room and waking me up.
Only now I am the deep red of the pill, while my mane or hair is a blue shade indicated by my choice of the pill from the second can.
At first I think my room looks the same. I have a bed by the right side of the door and the bed stand between the two. I have the light switch, a foot over the nightstand, naturally. My bed is three feet by seven, just a regular, standard bed, isn’t it? Looking down, I see a green floor, looking almost like grasses, but it is clearly the floor. I have a green to cyan wallpaper, giving the impression of grasses and trees. Looking up, I find the first true irregularity, the ceiling is a deep indigo, close to that of the night sky, complete with the white pin pricks looking like stars.
On the foot end, I have a fairly large window, even if it may look like any window I have seen in any home I had formerly been to. Not that I can or will ever be back to see any of them, ever again. I have a light pink cherry tree door opposing the window, taking up all the remainder of that wall. Looking at the wall opposing my bed, I find what is to be taken for rice paper doors in Japanese style, how curious. I have a wardrobe behind these doors, of course. What else would possibly be there?
Slipping the quilt to the side and slipping what should have been my feet out of bed and down onto the floor, I soon find what now are my hooves. Sitting up, only to stand up, I slip the quilt back into place. Once I had patted the quilt, it is smooth as if I had not been in bed. From there, I walk over the floor, which is but three steps. I slip the doors to the side in order to explore my wardrobe. What I find is skirts in all the colours of the rainbow, and matching tops. For indoors, it is appropriate to be bare hooved, according to my old traditional Japanese upbringing. I am most pleased to see my room complying with what I am accustomed with.
Apparently I am nude, but as Equine I am not bothered, even if I guess I am the Anthropomorphic type as opposed to the feral quadruped variety. Maybe things will not be quite as strange as one may have been expecting from the first few changes.
On the one side all the skirts are silken, in which case they have panties separately, on the other side I have the shiny rubber suits, in which case the panties are integrated in the integral design. Not sure if it is quite up to the Japanese standards, but they still do look and feel very comfortable to the touch.
I choose a suit in skywards cyan, with a cherry pattern, white towards pink blossom of the first day, but with the darkly green leaves. The skirt is tight around my legs down from my waist to my knees, while the panties cover my hips as if painted on, even to the point of slipping inside, as if for a deeper purpose. The top covers my chest and five inches down my arms. I notice how they keep my jigglies in the form of firm Cup Cakes, but as if there is a red cherry on the top. What a curious image? The top is giving me the impression of a B Cup size, just about right to me, as far as I could remember.
Once in the suit, I walk to the door, just after closing the wardrobe, I walked to the door. Soft rubbery hooves hitting the floor with each step. Only now there is still a glistering black collar around my neck.
I closed the door after walking into the living room. I have a cherry door that goes to the wardrobe from outside. Looking at the hall, I can see a set of boots for when I go outdoors.
On the opposing end of the living room, I have the mares’ room, the kitchen and the dining room. I soon find Pinkie Pie sitting on the cushion in the dining room. The table is low in the Japanese style, which is why there are cushions around the table, not chairs.
Sitting on the cushion opposing the one I am approaching is Diana Pie, or, rather Pinkie Pie. She had placed two cups on the table and is just no pouring up the boiling hot water into the cups, before she dishes the shredded tea leaves into my cup and her own. I can only recognize the traditional Japanese Tea ceremony. It is a very special honour to be offered this treat.
“Greetings; Chiza!” she just spoke up as she lifted her head in order to finally see me, even if she apparently had known I was coming all along; as if I had merely been punctual and according to schedule.
How curious?
“Greetings, Diana!” I responded.
“Welcome to your new home, Chiza!” she continued.
“Thank you!” I responded, looking at her right hand as she finished preparing the brew for me.
As the ceremony had been concluded, she lifts her head and look at me, looking deep into my eyes; almost as if she had been my lover or husband. I have a strange sensation, as this image does sink in.
“Since I am preparing your breakfast, it is going to be Muffins. I hope you don’t mind!” she explained.
“Muffins are fine, just strange as a breakfast to me. I guess I am used to other dishes for this meal!” I told her.
I pull the paper off of the pastries, one at the time before I bite, then chew as I enjoy the Muffin. Looking at my hands, my fingers. I realize the reason behind the acute sensitivity. I have slightly pinkish tainted pads at the edge of each finger, from the last joint all the way up to the long nail, covering the top of the nail, stretching a full inch in length. Apparently the nail look as if lacquered in the same colour as my skin. The high gloss does go well with the style.
“You are one of us now, Chiza. I am organizing this. There is no chance any who were after you is ever to recognize you now. Even if they did, there is no chance they can get at you; since you are under my personal protection!” Pinkie Pie put forth in a torrent of words.
“One of us? As in an Equine and Pony? How could you possibly stand up to them? Do you even know who they are, or how far they are prepared to go in order to get to me or anyone?” I responded.
“My full name is Pinkamena Diana Pie, but call me Pinkie Pie. Pinkie for short. Yes, you are an Equine, now. Ponies like me have magic of our own. I have some extremely powerful friends, in more ways than you dare imagine, if I am to make it clear?” she prompted.
“So Diana is merely your middle name, or a convenient cover? Powerful, as in high up in the hierarchy, or as in strong and well armed?” I responded, looking worriedly while my eyes darted all and every corner of the room.
“I do use my middle name as a convenient cover when I go outside of Equestria and see people like you, Humans. Powerful as in power over night and day. I am a very close and intimate friend of the Royal sisters, the ancient Alicorn Princesses, as well as the two modern Alicorn Princesses, if we go by hierarchy. Powerful, as in capable of going to your place outside of Ponyville Equestria. Powerful as an Element of harmony, one of the Elements used in our defence of Equestria!” she blurted as if it was nothing.
“Not that Celestia?” I merely inquired, as if trying to make heads or tails.
“I commonly have an entire nation of Ponies behind me, when I say something in an official capacity. Of course, most all of them are my friends!” Diana pointed out casually.
“This is not Edo, Japan; then?” I prompted.
“This is Anthrodale, let me show you around!” she responded.
“Anthrodale?” I echoed.
“Yes, exactly. This is Anthrodale. Permit me to point out a few places you may like to know and some of my very bestest of friends!” she put forth.
“Okay!” I admitted as I followed her to the hall, only to stop and slip on a pair of boots apparently left there for me.
“Let’s go, there are a few places you need to see!” she pointed out, before she bounced out the door with me in tow, only giving me time to slide the door closed behind me before we were off and on our way.
“There is Sugar-Cube Corner. I live in a room on the second floor. The Cakes are running it and I use to work there, when I am not throwing parties or on a mission or the other!” she pointed out as we passed the building looking like a gingerbread house.
“Then I guess I can have my breakfast there, on occasion?” I responded, before the building got too far out of sight.
“Any time you feel like having Muffins or other pastries for breakfast. We do bake high quality pastries and cakes!” she responded.
“There is the Carousel Boutique, the place you will go if you need something to wear. The one go-to mare Rarity lives and works there. It is her Boutique, and her daughter Sweetie Belle lives with her too!” Pinkie pointed out as the building came into sight.
“I guess I will need new garments and suits from time to time, Pinkie. Then I need to know where to go and whom to ask!” I responded.
“If you are the salad or sandwich kind of mare, you do ask Rarity about where to go!” she then added, before she pointed out where the SPA is.
“Here is the Golden Oak Library, where Twilight Sparkle lives. I commonly call her Twilly, though!” Pinkie pointed out.
“Kind of an odd name for a library, but I guess I could look for books there, any time I need something to read?” I responded.
Pinkie knocked on the door.
Steps could be heard from behind the door, then it flung open and a purple face could clearly be seen.
“Hiya, Pinkie!” Spike exclaimed as he recognized her face.
“Hiya, Spike!” she responded in turn.
“Welcome in, both of you!” Spike then greeted us as he offered us entrance into his home, the library.
We quickly followed him in and permitted him to close the door behind himself.
Of course, Spike is the same little Dragon from the show, even if I couldn’t recognize him directly. Maybe this speaks for how little attention he was given. Or is it in how little I had actually cared? Yet, I had enjoyed to follow the episodes.
As I enter the actual library, I spotted a purple Pony, apparently the Alicorn Princess, the element of Magic herself. I managed to recognize her, but she was after all the center of the show, for all I cared. Not to say I never enjoyed Pinkie Pie more.
The gradient stripes of her mane and tale are easy to recognize. Of course, with so few Alicorns, a Princess can never hide herself in a crowd, having both wings and horn. As humble as she may have been about her talent and power, she could never hide that either. Besides; when push comes to shove, she is the Pony to stand tall and triumph.
“Welcome, Pinkie. Who is your new Pony friend?” Twilight Sparkle inquired politely.
“Her name is Chiza!” Pinkie responded.
“Twilly, meet Chiza. Chiza, meet Twilight Sparkle!” Pinkie then added, as if it had been an afterthought.
“Pony?” I exclaimed.
“Yes, Chiza. Of course you are a Pony. You have the ears, muzzle, tail, mane, hooves and all the other general mannerisms of Ponies; with that you are a Pony!” Twilly explained.
“Oh, silly. Of course you are a Pony, besides, you live in Anthrodale!” Pinkie then clarified, as if it had been obvious as an explanation.
“Oh!” I yelped loudly, clearly in distress as the shock hit home.
Then my hands flew up to my face, exploring the features as they are now. Just above the collar Pinkie, then Diana had convinced me put on and polish, I found the same muzzle as I can so clearly see on both Pinkie and Twilly. Then it also hit me, my field of vision had changed and developed to the width common for Ponies and Equines. I had not even realized it, maybe the cover of night had made me not to notice.
On a hint, my ears were perked and turned around, scanning for where sounds came from, making the sounds even more acute than they would otherwise have been. This isn’t a curse, but helped me hear.
As the details had been pointed out, I realized, I am in exile. I can’t go back to where I came from. it isn’t just the threat that I had been facing, hiding from. Now I knew I could never go back. As an equine, everyone, every Human would look funny at me, as if I was the natural pariah and the butt of all jokes.
Yet, maybe exile isn’t so bad? I can live a life with no fear. I can pick up friends and go out without looking behind my back in fear. I would never need a body guard or any other precautions now. My life is safe and possibly enjoyable.