I had set up a few Parties and Cons in the past, all in good fun. I certainly could live without the gems it had cost me in the initial investment. How could I have foreseen, just how popular my little business was to turn out.

As I came back to the place where I had organised so much fun, I was all of a sudden informed of a new change to things around here. Living in Punyville had shielded me from picking up most of the changes.

Apparently, I am the sole owner of a fairly large and prestigious Hotel, where numerous stores are at the ground levels. There are also Halls perfect for parties, great or small.

True to myself, there is but the one thing I could do, celebrate, with parties.

A new Princess had just been crowned, and Pinkie Pie had promised free Muffins to all. Some Ponies were jubilant, as they figured they could save a bundle on food. Not all are as rich as Pinkie Pie and her friends.

The problem is that feeding just one village still require tons of Pastries. If it isn’t a problem to gather the ingredients, but how to bake the Pastries in time, on a Daily basis that is.

Since she is Pink, she comes up with a solution, as extreme as it may sound. The problem is that no Pony else can bake her Muffins, and she only has the one Dragon available. Thankfully, she knows where to go and how to deal, but does it solve the problems?

Loving Ponies made it easy for me to accept the offer. Once I passed the interview, she had me shipped to Ponyville where my home had been prepared.

There are a few preparations I had to go through before I could start my job, but this does sound like a breeze to me. The pink girl had explained what the job included in quite some detail.

Maybe I had not been quite as well-prepared as I thought, as I arrive at the still rather small town. The Ponies are everywhere, and runs everything in sight. In the end, they did help me with the final preparations required for me to take up the job. On the bright side, I did not have much to leave behind.

I am a Pet. My owner is a Pink Pony living in Ponyville, Equestria. Sometimes, she brings me to her Parties. They all love her and her parties, and they apparently find me Cute and Exotic.

She always lets me wear a collar and leash when she takes me outside. At first, I though I would protest and find it embarrassing, but I changed my mind. At least, I am not forced to be entirely nude, the way I originally feared.

My owner commonly is nude, like her fellow Ponies, with a few exceptions, like the friend she refers to as Rarity. Rarity create the most beautiful suits, when asked. Apparently it is her work and Passion, all rolled into one.

Once as we were visiting Rarity, her friend, Rarity demanded to make a suit or two for me. As luck had it, Pinkie did not refuse her friend, I will be eternally grateful.

This story is a sequel to The Blue Balloon

I am a dreamer, this is what everyone told me from the earliest days I can remember. If they mean that I am an optimist, or if they refer to my imagination and that I see things they don’t, I have no idea.

Now I found a black balloon on my bed as I enter my bedroom. It is one of these extra thick rubber balloons. Not a toy balloon of any kind, and not one of these cheap plastic variants. What is up with this, I have no idea.

Waking up in the middle of the night, a beauty standing before the door in my room. Is she a Valkyria, the lady of olden legend, leading you into the hereafter? Either way, she takes me to where I could never have gone to.

Who doesn’t love shopping and buying new clothes? I certainly love the first night with these panties. If only I had known what the night would have been like, or what things were to come in the morning.

If I forgot the dreams as I woke up, but I know I did have a dream. Who ever was she? What was she trying to tell me? Strangely, I have no idea.

What I do know, is what came over me in the morning. Something had changed. To be exact I have a Muzzle now. Should I have panicked, like you had expected me to? As if it had been a bad prank with crummy props?

If this is all there was to it? Yet, this is but the first of many, a sign of what was to come.

The party had been a blast, true to her Promise and Reputation. I had expected nothing less, which is why my parents asked her to throw it for me, even if she may have insisted. She is after all the craziest Party Pony on record in Equestria, for all I know.

The ceiling had been flooded with balloons, streamers everywhere and loads and loads of confetti sprinkling the room. She had a Piñata for me since I am a filly, aside from the Cake and Pastries.

Only then they all filed out as it grew dark and I ended up alone with her, Pinkie Pie. I guess it is customary for me to be the last to leave the party, after all.

I had a few more Muffins, but that is about all there was left. Aside from a scent of Frosting on the air, I couldn’t shake it. Of course she picked up on it, pointing out the odd occurrence.

Life is a blast in summer, if you can have a Muffin, or any other of Pinkie Pie’s pastries. Playing with friends after Cherilee’s Classes.

In winter, it isn’t so much fun. Not even the blizzards are as cool as they are said to be. What to expect, when your name is Snow-Flake.

Of course, there are always friends. Fillies, for the most part, there are very few colts worth mentioning. Snips and Snails being the worst of the lot.

How could Pinkie Pie go an entire day without a single Party? Anything suffers to be the excuse in her eyes. There was no escaping it.

In all fairness, Pinkie Pie is curious, she couldn’t deny this either. Her curiosity made her find what she had just found. What is inside of this innocent looking box?

Whatever it was, it feels good to the skin. Furthermore, they look good on as well. Maybe Rarity would beg to differ on both the looks and the judgement as to how they feel, but Pinkie Pie reserves the right to have her very own opinion in this case above all else.

She knew she was good at painting since the day she helped Applejack paint her barn. Not just the brave, bright, red Applejack had expected, but the sun and a Pinkie smile to go with the motif.

Finding the Characterisation Paint, Pinkie Pie had the idea to paint all the Horses of Rarity’s Carousel, around the second floor of her home and Boutique.

Had it been intended as a prank in good fun or a gift in all honesty, but the effects spin out of control as she painted the Friends on the Horses.