It had been a horrible night.
After fleeing from Sugar Cube Corner and the all seeing gaze of the Mystical Madam Pie, Cloudy Sky had spent a very uncomfortable evening sleeping in the bushes at the edge of Ponyville. The ground had been scratchy, and the wind had been cold but in the end it had turned out to be worth it. When the sun had risen, with an air of sluggish reluctance, Sky had noticed the object of her observations heading out towards the edge of the Everfree forest. Trailing after the little purple Sparkle out to her destination she found quite the strange sight.
It looked like it a building site, with a small hoard of various ponies lifting wood, nails and....was that a clothes rack?
“You must be Panzer Hoof.” Twilight had walked up to a massive earth pony stallion. He was huge! If Sky didn’t know any better she’d have thought he could kick clean through a brick wall.
In fact, the more Sky thought about it...... she did know better! Panzer Hoof, First Lieutenant in Luna’s Night Watch, the indestructible terror on four hooves! Ducking back behind the bushes the little earth pony pulled her binoculars out and had a closer look. Why was Twilight talking to a member of the Night Watch? Why wasn’t he in armour, or at least in uniform? What were guards ponies doing in Ponyville in the first place? Taking another look around, the cloudy cutie marked realised that she knew most if not all of the other ponies there.
Right there was Buck Boots, and next to her was Charging Charlie, wait wasn’t he with the Solar Guard? Both branches of the Royal Guard were in Ponyville, out of uniform and they were all working on rebuilding a wooden long-house just outside of Ponyville on the edge of the edge of the Everfree forest. Twilight it seems had been brought in as a foremare and
out of everything that made the most sense. That purple unicorn was the most organised pony in the whole of Equestria, of course she would be the best for organising any large project.
Well, all of that seemed innocuous enough. Sky couldn’t help noticing though how comfortable Twilight seemed in the whole situation. She was about one of seven mares there in total, and yet didn’t seem to bat an eyelid at the stallions all around the place, not even the ones leering at her from the sidelines.
“How dare they look at my little Twilight like that!” The yellow mare growled, lifting a small rock with a spare hoof, “I’ll teach you...to.....stare!”
With a grunt of effort the earth pony had the stone flung clean and clear out of the bush and over the heads of the three stallions.
“Drat...”
Despite missing her intended target however, Cloudy Sky instead managed to strike a large barrel of wood sealant which was being lifted to the rafters above. With a clang the bucked upended its sticky contents all over the unsuspecting ponies beneath. With a startled whinnying the three immediately tripped or fell into one massive sticky mess of ponies, groaning and moaning at the sudden drenching.
“Ummm....” Sky was stunned at her totally unplanned victory. “That works.”
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“Oops? Oops!?”
“Umm....yes?”
”YOU SET MY PERSONALLY MADE ONE OF A KIND ROSEWOOD INSCRIBED BY PRINCESS LUNA HERSELF DESK ON FIRE, AND ALL YOU HAVE TO SAY IS ‘OOPS!?”
Cloud Storm was beside himself with fury. These three fillies were the straw which broke the proverbial horse’s back so to say. After their little magical mishap, the yellow filly, Applejack’s sister, had quickly kicked mud over the offending blaze and it hadn’t spread, but the damage was undoubtedly done. Purple in the face the Night Watch Commander reared up and without further warning charged the three miscreants.
With shrieks of surprise the Cutie Mark Crusader Custom Desk Wreckers took off into the trees of Sweet Apple Acres.
“Get back here Luna Dammit!” The dark pegasus roared over their continued wailing as he took off into the sky to track down the chief offender, that unicorn filly with a taste for pyromancy.
“Sweetie Belle! This way!” With a snap the soldier turned his pale eyes to see the orange pegasus get onto a scooter, calling her friends along.
Just in time the three made it on and away before the the enraged pegasus crashed into the ground barely a nose length behind them
“Little Fillies, Little Fillies, come back to dear Stormy.... I won’t hurt you..... At least, I promise you’ll still be able to walk when I’m done.... Probably...”
Sweetie Belle was crying now, the voice of the stallion, who had pulled his head out of the crater he’d made and returned to the chase and ignoring the head deep hole he’d made in the earth, felt like somepony had coated her in ice cream and thrown her into a freezer, which surprisingly was not a pleasant feeling at all.
“Faster Scootaloo!” She shrieked, clutching Apple Bloom so hard she began to turn the same shade as their driver’s mane.
“I’m trying! I’m trying!” the pegasus cried back, not daring to look behind at the rapidly closing death machine. “Please just don’t say he’s gaining on us!”
“He’s gaining on us!” the others shouted in unison, eyes riveted on the rictus grin plastered all over the face of their own personal homing missile.
“Quick!” Squeaked Apple Bloom, “Head into the market, it’ll be too crowded in there!”
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It was utter carnage. Ponies were strewn all over the place, on their backs, on their faces, one was even left hanging upside down from a shop sign. Stalls were in pieces and produce was squashed on the ground. To top it off, all that anypony could work out, it seemed some kind of miniature whirlwind had just stormed through Ponyville market place, a screaming, howling whirlwind.
To one practised eye sitting in an upper window of Sugarcube Corner it had been a very different sight. Three fillies leading a living wrecking ball of rage and fury. The figure sighed just as another, pinker pony trotted up beside them.
“That was really something wasn’t it?” Pinkie asked, nonchalantly, as she passed the figure a cup of steaming hot chocolate, with marshmallows and white chocolate sprinkles.
The figure sighed again before taking a sip. “That it was. More than a little overboard though.” They took another sip, not taking their eyes off the scene below, ponies now beginning to pick themselves up and take stock of the damage. “This hot chocolate is lovely. Thank you Pinkie.”
“Not a problem.” The pink mare grinned at her guest, “Just let it relax you before you go down and deal with him.”
The pony in the window nodded and took another small sip, letting the smooth warmth move down their throat. “You’re right of course. Going down there now would be pointless.”
“Hehe, if its points you need you should go visit my friend Rarity, she’s got whole cushions full of pointy pins! Or maybe you should see Pokey Pierce, he’s got more pins and needles than any pony I know, and I know a lot of Ponies!”
“Heh, Pinkie?”
“Yes?”
“You’re so random.”