Idea: Pinkie the Mighty

A/N: This is a crossover between MLP:FIM, Space Ace (the video game), Tenchi Muyo (on some level), and Birdy The Mighty (because premise of title character is obvious). Why so many borrowed ideas? I like giving credit to the original creators. But, the simple answer is because I can.

Plot: To argue Pinkie Pie, 2nd greatest galaxy police officer in the known universe, made a few mistakes when negotiating the release of Miss Fortune Surprise from the vile clutches of Commander Borf’s meenie henchmen would be an understatement. As luck would have it, for Miss Fortune that is, there is a way to keep her alive… at least until the two federation officers stranded in Equestria figure out how to clone her a new body. Until then, Pinkie and her partner Lulamoon must pass themselves off as normal citizens of ponyville.

Pinkie the Mighty
Chapter 1
B.lulaoon

The great and powerful Trixie, was not feeling so great and powerful at the moment. In fact, she was feeling rather melancholy. “Ah- Choo” Trixie readjusted the helmet so that she could once again see out of her liquid visor. The helmet, of course, being a testament to the engineering of nano-biotechnology…using the viscous spit bubbles of tentacle monsters that consume boogers, brainwaves, and gelatin while farting oxygen to create an economical life support modules was pure genius… especially when said spit bubble sort of inflated like a balloon when you sneezed.

“Ohmygosh!” Pinkie Squee’d “Even your sneezes are adorable.” Describing the helmet as resembling something like a bubble with four tentacles lining up along one’s lower mandible, with two additional tentacles wrapped around one’s ears like the horns of a ram would still be to vague a description of the ovoid bubble shaped bunny eared device that was her space helmet.

“Dam’mit Pinkie! You‘re not helping” The sulking unicorn huffed indignantly. An extra set of long flat tentacles that resembled antenna, often described as bunny ears because they were so long and flat (despite being closer to eyestalks), pulled back to reflect Trixie’s grouchy mood. Pinkie, naturally, was not wearing a space helmet as her species apparently did not follow the normal laws of physics when it came to breathing… Still, in this case, it was probably safe to assume there was air (if not a breathable atmosphere) based on the fact that Pinkie Pie was still talking.

“Awe! But you’re so cute Bloo.” Pinkie was anxious, it wasn’t often she found herself resisting the urge to pick her partner up and hold her, squeeze her, and play with her like she was kewpie doll. But, thanks to those seminars on boundaries, sexual harassment, inappropriate touching, and affirmative action she was forced to take back at the home office [for the twelfth time] she knew better. . . When it came to little kids.

“Trixie told you to stop calling her that!” The young unicorn grumbled.

“I ‘ll bet you need a hug.” Pinkie’s voice was phishing for approval. And, it promised a curry comb through her mane and a hair brush through Trixie’s tail if she gave in to the pink pony’s veiled desire for contact.

“No. YOU need a hug. __We__ need to track down Borf, Revi, Geega, and that infanto-ray thingie before they use it to turn everyone into-” it was then that the transformation induced by the infanto-ray wore off as Trixie was restored to her former glory. Faster than a lightning bolt in half a filly second Pinkie latched on to Trixie like white on rice and glommed onto her partner with the force of accretion known only to the gods of plushie dolls and puppy dogs. “Yes. Yes. Trixie knows she’s bestest pony,” Trixie stated as she tried to pry, wedge, and dislodge her partner. “But, if you don‘t let Trixie go right now, Trixie will shoot you and have you thrown in a rubber room.”