So, I was off on the train to the big city, the biggest in Equestria, in fact. That’s one reason I chose to go there – I figured, with that many ponies all in one place, with so many different shapes and sizes and colors hurrying around all the time, I could blend in much better. Plus, it helped that few ponies knew Pinkie there, so I wouldn’t run as high a risk of being recognized. Still, I needed to be careful not to draw too much attention, because if somepony caught on that Pinkie Pie is in two places at once and I would have been discovered.
When I arrived, I was instantly enamored with the city. In fact, that’s putting it mildly - I was in love with it. I could feel a primal Pinkie instinct to get excited as I took in the stimulation around me. I even came close to doing a few Pinkie bunny hops. There were buildings everywhere, like a great big metal and concrete forest, and countless images, like a huge picture of Sapphire Shores on the side of a building and one of Countess Coloratura on another. And the ponies – there were ponies everywhere! I knew right away that I would love it in Manehattan.
Of course, there was a bit of a problem: even if most ponies in Manehattan didn’t know it, I looked like another pony. I decided that I would have to somehow distinguish myself physically from Pinkie Pie by getting a makeover. That led me to the realization that I had no bits. I sat down for a minute or two in disappointment, but then I remembered something about Pinkie, and on a hunch, I reached up into my mane. Sure enough, as if by magic, I pulled out a handful of bits, as well as a comb, some candy, a few empty balloons, and a picture of Gummy.
I started looking around for a salon or barbershop that could give me a manecut and a tail job to make me look like something other than the supreme frizz and chaotic puffiness that is the Pinkie signature style. I thought I might also get some accessories to further complete my new appearance. Finding a mane-cutting place was rather easy in Manehattan. When I emerged, I was a new pony, or at least I started to feel like it, and it felt fantastic!
I was now sporting a shorter, more controlled mane style, with tail to match, of course. It was not, mind you, simply flattened out like Pinkamina hair, no, it was wavier, like a pink river flowing out of my head. I loved it the moment I saw it in the mirror. You see, I didn’t have any specific instructions for the stylist pony. I just told her to give me something different, but that would work for me, trusting her to judge well in that regard. It paid off, of course, because she did a better job than I could have expected. I also picked up some sunglasses and I found a dress that I couldn’t resist. It was a lovely cerulean, and quite simple – in fact, it looked a lot like the grey dress my - I mean Pinkie’s – sister Maud wears.
So, dressed up and newly styled, and finally less conspicuous, I set out to find my way in the city. Of course, I hadn’t thought it through completely yet, and once I realized that I would have to find a job and a place to live, it suddenly hit me how hard this might be. For just a moment, my mind turned back to the pond, and the thought that maybe I should have gone back after all. But I put that out of my mind and kept looking and thinking of what I could do.
Then something else hit me: my cutie mark. It was still Pinkie’s same balloon trio, and I realized that I couldn’t have the same cutie mark as her. But how does a pony change a cutie mark? All my knowledge and memories of Twilight, the CMC’s, and any other incidents involving how cutie marks work told me one thing was sure: no pony can change their cutie mark. For now, not knowing what else to do, I decided to keep it covered as much as possible under my dress. Otherwise, my thought was to use makeup and body paint to create a new mark. But then, what would my new, self-chosen mark be?
Wow I'm surprised that nobody didn't make any fan art about the pinkie pie clone At least the one that got away Still that will be cool to see