Humming happily to herself, Pinkie Pie trotted along the path home from Zecora's hut. As she went along, she was thinking. Who should get the privilege of being the first to try out her manhood? It should be someone fairly small or weak, since Pinkie was new at this, and needed a practice pony. Maybe Sweetie Belle, she was inexperienced with her magic, and was nice and small. The final goal was, of course, a princess. But before that, Fluttershy would make a good goal. She was sweet, kind, and loving, but no one had ever gotten anywhere with her. Pinkie would make a fine first for her.
Pinkie then decided it was time to stop thinking about it, and just do it. Stopping on the path, she pulled the vial out of her saddlebag. She uncorked it, put it to her mouth, and drank only some. If it wore off, she would need more. It had an odd taste, like a sponge. Only how can you tell what a sponge tastes like, silly! Placing the bottle back in her bag, she resumed trotting along, totally carefree.
She started getting a little dizzy, and sat down on the side of the path to clear her head. Then, she decided she'd better lie down, since her head was spinning crazily, and she was hearing some sort of buzzing in her ears. Then, everything stopped making sense. Was that tree a fish? Or was that fish a bird? The bird began chirping at her noisily, then talking at her, but she couldn't make out what he was saying. Then the bird became fuzzy, a red fuzz, a red haze, a red blob. Now the blob was a fire crackling at her and she had to tend the fire, only she couldn't reach it and... what had it been in the first place? Now what was her name again? What was a name anyway? When had the bird become red? Who was the fire? The fire ate the tree that wasn't there. Then, merciful blackness washed over her.
Pinkie Pie awoke to a faint headache, wondering why she had been on the ground. When she sat up, it all came back to her in a rush. Excitedly she looked down, and there it was! Her very own manhood! He jumped up, elated by his discovery. Throwing on his saddlebags, he rushed back home.
He arrived in town panting heavily and trembling. Quickly, he made his way to his house to explore what he could do with his cock. He walked in the door, threw his saddlebags down, and began to draw a bath. Looking out his upstairs window, he observed all those ponies. Ponies who would recognize him when he started banging their daughters. That wouldn't do, he was gonna need a disguise. First, color. Pink was so girly, a better color would be a nice deep blue. Rummaging through his shelves, he found dye for icing. He mixed it with some of this, some of that, until he had made enough to completely cover himself.
Then, he got in the bath, and cleaned off all the dust and twigs from the side of the path. He would need a new name. Pinkie Pie was not going to be his name as a male. He needed something strong and dominant, something that sounded awesome, yet terrifying. Maybe Ember. Or Lightning. Maybe Ember Lightning! No, that wouldn't do. But Dark Ember... That sounded good. Once he was clean, he prodded at his cock. It was strange, having something where nothing had really been before. His strap-on, yes, but that wasn't the same. This he could feel. He played with it some more, figuring out how to get it to do what he wanted, then he got out and dried off.
Not bothering to curl his mane, he went straight down to the kitchen. He dumped all the dye into his biggest mixing bowl, as it was big enough for him to fit in, and he really didn't want to dye his bathtub. Then he clambered inside of the bowl, and made himself completely dark blue. Now his cutie mark had disappeared under the dye, too, so he wouldn't have to bother about any pony recognizing him by that. He let the dye dry while he stored Zecora's potion in his secret cupboard inside a cupboard, and made himself something to eat. When he finished his lunch, he licked his lips and thought, Now, it's time for dessert.
