Thirty Minute Pony Stories

“Spike, did you seriously bring that tub of ice cream?” Twilight Sparkle growled a bit. She, Spike, and Pinkie Pie were in a private compartment on the train to Canterlot. Twilight figured she could splurge, seeing as a disaster would happen in a few hours if she failed in her mission.

Spike grinned cheekily. “Why wouldn’t I? The ice cream is Future Spike’s problem.” He happily shoveled another thick wad of the sugary substance into his mouth.

Had Twilight not been so distracted by the mission, she might have wondered why Pinkie hadn’t started stuffing her face with Ice Cream as well. But just as the unicorn was preoccupied, so was Pinkie.

Pinkie Pie quivered in her seat, smiling broadly. ‘I’m finally on a date with Twilight! And Spike.’ She thought, eyes darting about the compartment. ‘and it’s more like a trip than a date, but none of the other girls are here…’

Twilight pulled a few pouches out of the bag she’d brought from that one weird shop they stopped by on the way to the train station. She looked over them.

‘She’s adorable when she’s so determined.’ Pinkie thought to herself, staring at the unicorn.

Twilight carefully opened one of the packages, her horn alight. The contents lifted out, a dark latex object flopping into her magic’s hold. Deftly her magic unfurled it, inflating it to the shape of a baby dragon. “Spike, you’re lucky they had one of these.”

Spike blinked. “Yes. Lucky.”

Twilight didn’t notice his pokerface, hefting him in her telekinesis and starting to unceremoniously stuff him into the suit.

“There! It fits.” Twilight grinned, and sat him down unceremoniously.

Spike blinked. “You know, it’s tighter than I imagined it would be.”

“Get  used to it.” Twilight muttered, opening the next pouch.

Spike shrugged, and resumed his constant meal of ice cream.

The next suit that was depouched unfurled into a pony shape.

“Alright, Pinkie. Stand up.” Twilight said firmly.

Pinkie snapped out of her own little world, and hopped up onto all four hooves.

“Now, climb in the suit.” Twilight looked determined as ever.

Pinkie nodded, “Okie Dokie Lokie.” She stuffed her hooves into the suit, and wriggled her way into the dark latex. She shifted and shook her body about to get in. Luckily she slid in smoothly, and soon had her head in the right place, inside the hood, and all of her hooves in the correct legs. She posed, “Yay! I’m suited up! What next, Twi?”

Twilight unwrapped the last package, “I get suited up. The shopkeeper said something about powdering the suits before packaging them. According to my research, I should slip in easily.”

“Yeah, it’s like powdering a dish before baking! Makes sure nothing sticks.” Pinkie bounced, her hooves squeaking a bit with the latex.

Spike blinked. “I thought you greased the dish?”

“For most things, Spike, but for some special foods you gotta use cornstarch or powdered sugar.” Pinkie nodded firmly.

“Is it on right?” Twilight asked the other two in the compartment.

“Oh, it…” Pinkie trailed off.

There was Twilight Sparkle, her body clung to by sleek, ever so slightly shiny latex, highlighting her every contour, streamlining her silhouette from what it looked like with her fur allowed to do whatever it wanted. The unicorn had left the hood down, her mane free from the suit. “Well?” Twilight looked over her shoulder at Pinkie.

Pinkie’s mind went into panic mode. She was staring. This was bad. She was staring at another mare’s body and she didn’t know it was a date for her. “Y-Yes! It fits just right! Better than it does on me!” She nodded frantically.

Luckily Twilight simply nodded, oblivious to Pinkie’s wandering eye. “Good. We’ll be in Canterlot soon.”

The internal lights of the compartment flickered on, as the sun set, framed on one side by the mountain Canterlot was built onto.

“Aww… should have brought another tub. Getting to the bottom of this one.” Spike sighed, looking into his tub of ice cream.

Pinkie held out a sugar-cone to him with a sigh, putting on a smile. Maybe if she played things right, she wouldn’t give herself away, like she almost did. But she had to reveal herself sometime. ‘But it would feel weird revealing myself while disguised. I mean, in normal cases that’s normal, but in this case it would be ironic or something.’ Pinkie thought.

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Bookman’s Comments

Poor Pinkie. Her panicked reaction was entertaining, but you also made us feel a little sorry for her, how hopelessly in love she is with Twilight. But that oblivious unicorn just won’t notice. Anyway, a good, funny, and cute story today, Fritter!