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// Day 1: Pinkie Pie 
// Story: Magical Mystery Cure (my take) 
// by Phazon_Corrupted_Unicorn 
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	Pinkie Pie watched Applejack leave and she smiled. She'd need to throw a party for them all when they weren't all fighting. She smiled back at Rainbow Dash and Twilight, then left the library, bouncing down the street. It felt a little funny to have wings sprouting out of her back, but she'd get used to it, just like she did everything.
She opened the door to Sugarcube Corner and looked around. Nothing had really changed, Pinkie laughed to herself at the thought of anything changing.
Suddenly there was a crash from the kitchen and Mr. Cake poked his head out of the door.
“Oh good, Pinkie you're back! We were worried about you. We tried to wake you up this morning but nopony answered.” Mr. Cake sighed in relief at seeing her.
“Oh, that’s because I was over at Twilight’s for the night,” Pinkie smiled at him, then bounced up the stairs and into her room. She stretched out on the floor, easing some of the stiffness of sleeping on the floor for the night. She glanced behind her and smiled as her wings stretched, reaching their full span. They were about the same span as Rainbow’s and, as she reached back and brushed one with a hoof, she noted that they were soft, like a pillow. Or a cloud, Pinkie giggled.
She looked around the room, then grabbed a towel in her mouth and walked into the bathroom. She needed a shower before she started the day and she hung the towel up, then she turned and looked in the mirror, seeing a familiar face.
“Pinkamina, nice to see you,” she smiled at her almost-reflection, who smiled back at her. Her almost-reflection had a straight mane and tail, and her coat was a dark pink in contrast to Pinkie’s cotton candy pink fur.
“Indeed,” Pinkamina nodded to her, then turned to look at her back, “I see we have a new addition to our body.”
“Yep!” Pinkie bounced into the air with excitement, “Twilight gave them to us!”
A dark shadow crossed over Pinkamina’s face. “Yes, Twilight. Last night I almost had to step in and save you, you know that?”
Pinkie raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean?” she asked, then the argument scene flashed before her eyes as Pinkamina accessed their memories.
“And I quote, ‘life is not just a party!’” Pinkamina glanced at Pinkie, “you got really mad, and I could feel a pain in your heart. You didn’t like that, finding that your friends thought that your parties were a bother. It hurt, and I almost stepped in.” Pinkamina sighed, then walked over to the shower and turned on the water. She glanced back at the mirror and saw that Pinkie stood there with a hoof on her chin, thinking.
Pinkamina unfurled their wings and she looked at them. “You know, these seem fairly easy to use. We should probably get used to them soon if we’re going to have them for a while.” She stepped into the shower and sighed as the warm water washed over her. She picked up the pony wash that was sitting there and, popping it open, squeezed some out onto a shower scrub. She smirked at the smell, peppermint, and started to scrub their body. Then she ran into a problem.
When she got to her wings, she found that they were rather sensitive to the soap, causing a small blush to rise to her face. Why were Pegasus wings so sensitive? You’d think that through all the weather situations and issues that they have, their wings would be tougher!
She avoided scrubbing their wings and rinsed off the soap, then she washed and shampooed their mane, using bubblegum scented shampoo. She stood there for a few minutes, letting the water wash away some of the aches and soreness from their body, then she got out and toweled off. She looked into the mirror and smiled as Pinkie still sat there.
“Whatcha thinking about, Pinks?” Pinkamina asked, drying their mane.
“I was just thinking about all the things we could do,” Pinkie replied, smiling at her.
Pinkamina trotted out of the bathroom, then over to their bed. She sat down at the hoof of their bed and looked over at a small shelf that held three pictures. She smiled as her gaze rested on the picture of their family, she hadn’t seen them for a while now, then her smile grew larger as she looked at the picture next to the one of their family.
Six mares were in the picture, each one doing something unique. Rainbow Dash had crashed into the ground and Fluttershy had hurried over to help her up. Applejack just laughed at the sight while Rarity flinched away from the specks of dirt that had gotten on her coat. Twilight merely shook her head as she looked down at a clipboard where she’d recorded everything that had happened and She, or rather Pinkie, was bouncing around saying something about how that had looked like fun and that she wanted to try it.
As her gaze traveled from the two pictures to the last one, she stared into the distance, recalling memories from times before. The pony in the picture had a tan coat with a light brown mane. His cutie mark stood out to Pinkamina, a brown bowl with tan goop in it. He’d always say that it made him laugh when he thought about it, but Pinkamina had just sighed and called it crazy.
She picked up the picture frame and stared at it then, pulling it close to her chest, she flopped backward onto the bed. Her heart thudded loudly in her ears as she remembered all the times they’d spent together. Then her thoughts roamed to the time when he’d had to leave.
She shook her head, not wanting to think of that, and she placed the picture back on the shelf, then stared into the full length mirror on their wall.
“Alright, time to start the day!” Pinkamina said, smiling at Pinkie, who nodded, then turned and strode out of the door. She paused as she placed a hoof on the handle and she turned back to the mirror.
“Thanks for taking care of cleaning, I guess I just had a lot to think about.”
Pinkamina waved a hoof, “Please, it’s my body as well.”
Pinkie bounced down the stairs and into the main room of the bakery, then poked her head into the kitchen.
Mr. and Mrs. Cake were busy making pastries, icing them and getting them ready to be sold. Mrs. Cake pulled out a muffin tin from the oven and spied Pinkie standing in the doorway.
“Pinkie!” she cried, placing the muffin tin down, then rushing over and hugging Pinkie. She froze as she saw something that wasn’t there yesterday. Mrs. Cake slowly released Pinkie, a serious look on her face. “Pinkie, what are those? Are those—“ she started to say.
“Wings!” Pinkie unfurled her wings, causing Mr. Cake to gasp in surprise at the sight.
“What happened?” he asked, blinking.
“Well, it all happened last night!” Pinkie stated, launching into her story.

After a few minutes, and almost none of it Pinkie spent taking a breath, she smiled at the couple bakers.  “And that’s why I need to take the day off, so I can practice with them!”
Mr. Cake stood there in stunned silence while Mrs. Cake struggled to find words to say.
“Um, of course you can take the day off, Pinkie. You’ve been such a help and you rarely ask for some time to yourself,” Mrs. Cake eventually got out.
Pinkie grinned widely at them. “Thanks Mr. and Mrs. Cake! I’ll practice with these,” she fluttered her wings, “then I’ll be back tomorrow, ready to bake up a storm!” She shot out of the kitchen and through the main door of the bakery before the two bakers could blink, already eager to try out her new wings and the wonders of the sky.

Pinkie trotted toward a large clearing, far from Ponyville. It was a familiar clearing, being where Rainbow Dash would spend her time perfecting her tricks, though most of them ended with her crashing.
As Pinkie trotted to the center of the clearing, she heard Pinkamina in the back of her mind whispering.
“Clear skies,” Pinkamina was saying, “a few clouds to the north-east, a soft breeze from that same direction. The Everfree Forest seems quiet, air pressure normal there. This should be a great day for flying.”
Pinkie smiled to herself and nodded. She paused as she reached the center, then unfurled her wings. They were about average span for a Pegasus and smelled faintly of sugar. Pinkie flapped her wings a few times, getting the feel of the air around them and how they moved, then she raised her wings and leapt into the air, thrusting her wings downward in a powerful gust of wind.
She rocketed into the air, wind rushing past her. She giggled as she leveled out and started to glide along. She could feel the thermals around her, the slight brush of wind that hinted at a storm as it danced along her wingtips. She flapped her wings, pushing herself forward, but finding it harder than she thought.
Pinkie reached inside her and felt for her magic. She usually used her magic for things like baking and confections, but this time she was in the air and she just felt like her magic would help her here. She found it condensed in her wings and she felt it, feeling the slight charge that came from it. She felt it radiate from her wings, helping her fly and she willed her magic on, stoking it and driving her forward.
She felt the benefit almost immediately. The wind seemed to flow around her as she moved faster and faster through the sky. She looked down and saw the ground whiz past her, forming into a blur as she flew faster. She glanced behind her and a wide smile grew on her face as she saw a bright pink trail, much like Dash’s rainbow one, fill the air behind her.
She pushed herself faster, her wings flapping and her magic moving the air around her. As she went faster, she felt something. It was like lightning, but different. It had a charge, but it wasn’t her magic. She focused on her hooves that she’d thrust out in front of her and she noticed a slight wave in the air. She felt the compressed air and felt its weight. It was light, like pushing your way through sand, but it got thicker as she flew faster. It grew, going from sand to mud, to soft dirt, to a brick wall as she pushed against it.
Pinkie felt it, a thrill that came from going extremely fast, and she wanted to push it, to break this wall in front of her and she willed her magic into her wings, pushing them harder and harder. She could see the air in front of her condense into a cone shape, electricity coming off it like an Everfree thunder storm. She was so close, the charged air around her giving her energy, and she felt herself within mere seconds of breaking this wall.
“Yeah! Go Rainbow Dash!” a voice broke through her thoughts and shattered her concentration, throwing her back to Equestria. Pinkie glanced down and saw an orange filly sitting at the edge of the clearing, staring into the sky and watching her.
Pinkie and Pinkamina sighed, they’d both wanted to break the wall, but now they couldn’t. Pinkamina let out a cry of frustration from the lack of completion as Pinkie slowed her flight and descended to the ground, landing in the center of the clearing. She trotted over to the orange filly, waving a hoof.
“Hey Scootaloo! What’s up?” she asked, plopping down on the grass beside the filly pegasus.
“Oh, it’s you Pinkie. Do you know where Rainbow Dash is?” Scootaloo asked, feeling slightly disappointed.
“Oh, I don’t know. The last time I saw her she was in Twilight’s library, though I know she couldn’t have gotten far,” Pinkie said, smiling. Scootaloo gave Pinkie a questioning look and so Pinkie explained what happened last night.

“And so that’s why Rainbow Dash wouldn’t be flying, because she doesn’t have any wings. Though if she did learn that cloudwalking spell or that wing spell, then maybe she could go somewhere. She couldn’t have learned how to do magic so fast, especially since she was all ‘You got to go with your instincts’ and stuff like that. Magic isn’t like that, well maybe pegasi magic is, but not earth pony magic and I suspect unicorn magic is like earth pony magic.” Pinkie finished her story, ending with her chin resting on her hoof as she thought. She blinked and looked at Scootaloo, who had a look of understanding on her face, then she gasped and hopped back on her scooter.
“Sorry Pinkie, got to go! I think I made a mistake!” With that, Scootaloo buzzed off, back to Ponyville as fast as her wings could go.
Pinkie just sat there and watched her go for a few seconds before something caught her eye. It was a pink trail in the sky, lighter than hers had been, almost a white-pink. She grinned as she recognized the trail, then took off to follow it.
The pony in question that was making the trail, Pinkie saw as she flew closer to her target, had an alabaster coat with a light pink mane and tail, the same color as the sky trail. Pinkie sped up until she was flying alongside the pony, then she slowed down to match the pony’s speed. She gave a knowing smile, then gestured to the ground as she caught the pony’s eye. It nodded, then they both tilted their wings downward, descending gracefully until they touched down on top of a large cloud.
“How nice to see you this afternoon, Celeste,” Pinkamina stated, smiling at the pony, who stood about her height.
“Well, you must be Pinkamina. It’s been a long time since anypony has called me by that name,” the pony smiled, a glint in her eye.
“Well, when you’ve been around as long as I have you tend to remember names of friends and enemies,” Pinkamina waved a hoof dismissively. “But you just didn’t come flying out here to exchange pleasantries, now did you?”
The pony smiled and shook her head.
“Then perhaps you should drop your illusion?” Pinkamina asked.
A shimmer rose from the pony’s tail, forming into a ring, and flowing over her body. As it traveled it transformed the light pink tail into one of flowing hair, pink, green, and blue, flowing together in an ethereal wind. The body grew until the pony stood a foot taller and her wingspan expanded into a velvety umbrella of feathers. The cutie mark remained unchanged, a radiant sun, but at the end of each hoof a golden horseshoe formed. The shimmering ring continued on its path until the illusion had been completely dismissed and Princess Celestia stood in regal grandeur on the cloud before Pinkamina.
“You don’t seem surprised to see us with wings,” Pinkamina stated, the tips of her wings fluttering in the gentle breeze.
“No,” Celestia agreed, “Discord has informed me of the happenings of the past day. I have come to tell you something.”
“Very well,” Pinkamina sighed, waving a hoof in disgust, “what is it?” Pinkie gave a gasp at that statement and was about to tell Pinkamina off, but Celestia spoke first.
“There is one of your friends, who is not as they were, that will soon come to a difficult decision. If the lesson she is being taught is not learned, then sorrow will soon fall upon Ponyville. You know of what I speak.”
Pinkamina nodded, “Pinkie will have a doozy of a time, but as long as you’re ready at the castle, then we’ll be fine. Remember,” she said, tapping her head with a hoof, “I can see things that most ponies can’t, except for that one.” Her voice trailed off as her mind wandered back to a certain pony that lived with her straw-haired friend. He didn’t stay around to know exactly what she was, but she had seen the signs and she knew what exactly he was. Too bad he’d already been spoken for, their little fillies and foals would have been quite useful in the future.
“Just remember,” Celestia said as she unfurled her wings and prepared to take off, “you five have the Blessing, but she does not. And she won’t until she learns this lesson. The sigil has been prepared ever since the day my sister returned to me. I had felt the pulse and had begun preparations when we got back to Canterlot. All that is needed is her acceptance.”
With that, Celestia flapped her wings and took off into the sky, soaring back to Canterlot. Pinkamina smiled at the receding princess.
“Oh don’t worry, Celeste. I’m sure she’ll make the right choice. Besides, with her around the party hasn’t ended.”
She looked over at Pinkie, then smiled at her. Pinkie leapt off the cloud, opening her wings and gliding around the outskirts of Ponyville. She spent the remainder of the day flying and testing out her magic.
By the end of the day, Pinkie was tired. It was a good tired, brought on by hours of flying and performing tricks. She eventually landed on the doorstep of Sugarcube Corner and walked inside, closing the door behind her. She moved upstairs and flopped down on her bed. She threw on her nightcap, then glanced back at her wings. They had several feathers out of alignment and had dirt and dust amidst them. Pinkie sighed, she was too tired to preen them herself, and besides she didn’t even know how to.
She fell asleep as soon as she decided to put in a visit to Fluttershy tomorrow and have her show her how to preen properly.