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// Pinkie Floyd 
// Story: The Pinkie-Verse 
// by 10000 B_C 
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	The crowds roared at Pinkie Stadium as the band walked onstage. Hundreds of party cannons went off in the audience at once, parties erupting as the band brought out their specialized party cannon. Pinkie walked up to the mic, a hoof fixing her mane.
“Excuse me, party ponies, but we’ve got a concert to start! So shush!” she spoke loudly into the piece of equipment. The stadium fell silent at once, quiet and somber. A young pink mare emerged from behind the curtains, carrying a torch in her hooves. She carefully walked up to the towering, one story tall, vibrant and extremely pink cannon. She lowered her torch, igniting the fuse.
The stadium held its breath.
The string burned.
All at once, millions of streamers, balloons and party hats shot out of the huge contraption, showering the attending ponies in wondrous party favors. The crowd cheered loudly, more tiny cannons going off sporadically. Pinkie waved to the stage crew, and four pink ponies arrived to push the cannon offstage. 
Pinkie looked to her other band mates- a pink pegasus, wearing a silver party hat, holding a guitar in her hooves; two pink unicorns, having a swordfight with their magical appendages while standing near drums and a bass guitar; and of course, her, Pinkie Pie, the earth pony with the rockin’ voice. Her gaze swept the crowd, buried underneath the ocean of streamers yet still hopping and shaking uncontrollably.
“Are you ready to rock?!?” she shouted into the mic, stirring up the crowd. They responded with a unanimous cheer of “Yes!” and Pinkie signaled the band to start playing. The unicorns, Pinkie and Pinks, stopped sword fighting and went to their respective instruments. Pinkamena lifted her guitar to the heavens, pausing for a moment to eat the cupcake she had taped to the underside of the guitar, before lowering her instrument.
Pinkie tapped a hoof and fireworks lit the stage as the crowd roared.
She loved this job.

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“Pinkie! Pinkie Pie! Can I ask you a question?”
“Doesn’t the fact that you and your guitarist have the same name get confusing?”
“What do you have to say in regards to the accusations of meeting in secret with Pinkie Pie?”
“Who wants a cupcake?”
Pinkie shrugged through the crowd, her security ponies keeping her safe from the reporters which she gladly ignored. One of her guards blew a streamer into a crazed fan, keeping her at bay for a moment. She tried to move faster, but the group of pink ponies pushed in closer. The light pink limo was so close- she could see the various cupcakes inside it, and the relaxing party mix she had on track, but the ponies all wanted a piece of her, or her special mix for cupcakes. She was never quite sure.
All of a sudden, Pinkie swooped in, grabbed Pinkie and made a beeline for the limo. She dumped her inside before slamming the door shut.
“Aren’t you glad I came to save the day? Again?” asked Pinkie, smugly. Pinkie gave a short frown before returning to her usual self.
“Yeah, I guess. Sometimes, I wish I had wings. I could do all sorts of things! Like, drop cakes to ponies from above! Think of the pranks!”
“I know! What do you think I do in my spare time? Besides parties, of course,” stated Pinkie. Of course, everypony knew how much Pinkie liked to throw parties. It seemed to run in the family.
“Well then, little Miss Pinkie, you’ll just have to take me next time! And Pinks and Pinkamena too! It wouldn’t be a party without ‘em!”
“Well, duh!” she pointed out. Suddenly, there were hooves banging on the window of the car.
“Can I come to one of your parties?”
“Have my foals!”
“Seriously, I have all these cupcakes! Who wants one?”
Pinkie looked out the window at the screaming fans before turning to Pinkie. They both turned to the driver, hidden behind a tinted window.
“Step on it!” They shouted, simultaneously. The car shook forwards, slinging the two ponies into their seats. Pinkie sighed, relaxed for the first time that day- no, that week! She decided to make it even more relaxing by turning on her favorite tunes, stuff she’d play at a party.
The dubstep played through the car as Pinkie drifted off to sleep, Pinkie watching from her side of the car. This would never get old.