//------------------------------// // Friends of Discord, Guests of DisHonor // Story: Pinkie to None // by PonyPon //------------------------------// Fluttershy struggled out of the constricting hedge. She got her head free in time to see Pinkie walking slowly to the back of the line. "Pinkie, wait!" she shouted as painfully wretched her way out of the perfectly shaped foliage. "Where are you going!?" Pinkie turned to her friend, without a trace of emotion on her face. "Home." she said flatly, before turning and moping away again. Fluttershy tried to reason with her or get her attention, but she was ignored. She threw up her hoofs and exclaimed with a squeak, "Are you really gonna let her beat you with a party!?" Suddenly, the leafy gates of the soiree rustled, and a familiar voice rang out, "I know that demure whine anywhere!" A gray head emerged from the green, which was followed by a sinuous brown body, with all manner of different animal parts attached. "Discord!" Fluttershy declared as she rushed up to him, and was scooped up into a hug. "What are you doing here, my Fluttery dear?" he asked, ignoring the uneasy looks that the other guests gave him as he appeared. "Me and Pinkie are trying to get into this party, but we're not on the list, and we don't have an invitation." Discord looked astonished by the news. "Well, that's odd. I was under the impression everyone was invited. Don't worry, I'll see if I can get you in." "Oh, are you sure that's alright?" "Of course! I actually know the hostess quite well, she won't mind at all!" Setting her down, the sprit of chaos sauntered over to the desk where the diamond dog was checking in ponies, while Fluttershy raced over to Pinkie Pie. "Pinkie! Pinkie! Discord is here!" This got Pinkie to stop and stare at her. "He says he can get us in!" The pinker pony just looked at her incredulously. "Alright, my two favorite ponies! You're all clear to enter." Discord said, suddenly appearing behind them, frightening quite a few of the guests that had yet to enter. Pinkie perked up immediately. "We....we can go in?" she asked shakily. "A little convincing was all that he needed." Discord crooned, looking over his shoulder at the diamond dog that had been mysteriously replaced by a fire hydrant. "Now, follow me in, you look like you could use a pick-me-up." The three approached the leafy barrier, and the two large guards leapt aside quickly, having been an audience to the their leader's fate. As they pushed the curtain, the catchy, upbeat music rose in volume. They found themselves in a wide open room, with only the soft grass beneath them to remind them that they were indeed still inside the hedge. The rest of the area was surrounded by the image of a intricate building, which the partying ponies would occasionally walk into, expecting their doors to lead somewhere. The sky overhead was a nice bright blue, lit up by a small sun with a whimsical smile on it. A rain of confetti and streamers constantly fell, while balloons seemed to rise constantly. There were fairy lights, pinwheels and piñatas and pincushions all serving as decorations. Set around the perimeter of the room were tables laden with all manner of foods that the many ponies were eagerly munching on. Snacks like sugar cubes and sugarcanes and sundaes and sunbeams and sarsaparilla. Pinkie looked around her, in sheer awe at the ponies smiling, playing and talking and having an incredible time. Then she felt a tap on her shoulder. She turned to see Death Cap smiling at her, with a blindfold and a purple tail in one hoof. "Hey, I heard you really like this game." He said, stepping aside to let her see a paper pony, sadly tailless, nailed to a wall. "Yes," she said, tears welling up in her eyes. Cap tied the blindfold around her head and put the tail in her hoof. "Yes!" she said again, as he spun her around and sent her towards her target. She drove the pin into the pony, and took off her blindfold. "YES!" she shouted, ignoring that she had stabbed the poor paper pony right on its nose. She bounced back to her friend and her chaotic confidant, who were sampling cubes of sugar. They smiled at her, her natural bounciness having returned, and her bright pink hue in full force. "Feeling better, Pinkie?" Fluttershy asked. "So much better! This is the best party ever!" she shouted, which got her a cheer of approval from the ponies around her. "I wish I knew who was throwing this party! They deserve a Pinkie pat on the back for this stupendous soiree!" "Well, you're in luck! She's on the dance floor right now!" Discord informed them. He motioned in the direction of a another gateway, this one more reminiscent of a circus tent, and guarded by two clowns, of all things. Pinkie didn't waste a second. She darted in, only stopping to be honked at by the whimsical guardians. Fluttershy and Discord followed her. Inside, the music was at it's full blast. It was a wild, insane beat, and the partiers danced accordingly. The tent was dark, but lit up by a series of colorful lights, the biggest of which was focused on particularly wild sections of dancers. There was one massive light directed on the center, where Pinkie could only see a blur of brown and pinkish purple flailing about each other. She tried to pierce the dense crowd, but found it impossible. Every time she tried to penetrate it, she found herself tossed every which way, and unable to make progress, eventually being spit back out. Before she could try again, she felt something toss her into the air. She landed on top of Discord, who was ridden by Fluttershy as well, as he twisted and moved through the crowd easily, dodging the crazy limbs and unbridled movements of the dancers. They came upon a hole in the densely packed ponies who were giving a wide berth to a large, white pony. It might have been because she was easily three times the size of any mare or stallion present, but was far more likely because her dancing in this unrestrained environment was eerily reminiscent to an inebriated goose. "Fluttershy! Pinkie Pie! Discord." she said when she spotted them, raising her voice above the din of the dance tent. "I'm so glad to see you make this wonderful party!" She dove a hoof into the ponies around her, and pulled out a random unicorn, who she then proceeded to dance with in a sort of sped up waltz. "Glad to see you enjoying yourself for once!" Discord responded, pushing past her and into the crowd again. A short time later, they finally came to the center, where the two blurs were still dancing. The first was a stallion, with brown fur, a gray mane, a black hat precariously hanging onto his head, and a pickaxe cutie mark. His eyes had a hint of tiredness to them, but her still danced energetically with the mare beside him. Pinkie recognized him quickly. "Dad!?" Yes, it was Igneous Rock, Pinkie's father, dancing with another mare. The mare she was dancing with however, was a complete mystery, to her. Her fur was an odd shade between pink and purple, her mane and tail were purple trimmed with white, and were very curly, even a little unkempt. Her cutie mark was a baseball nest to a screw. On her head was a beanie, with it's own propeller, which spun at an incredible rate as she danced. And her eyes didn't look like any that Pinkie had ever seen on a pony. They were purple, but in place of pupils, she had two swirling lines inside them. And she looked absolutely delighted. At Pinkie's outburst, she swung herself around to face her. Her smile ran away from her face. Igneous, unaware of this change in attitude, tried to pull her back. She responded by swinging her hoof around, detaching him from it and letting him land in the crowd. The beating music began to slow, as did her propeller. She walked slowly towards the group as the music came to a halt, and her hat coming to a stop that gave off a metallic clang. She looked very angry. Everyone of the partiers stopped what they were doing, some huffing from the exertion of dancing, and stared at the scene unfolding. Pinkie and Fluttershy looked at her awkwardly, but Discord floated behind her nonchalantly. "I'd like you ponies to meet my own little spawn of chaos, and the hostess of this little happening, Screwball!" he said, moving his lion paw to pat her head. "Screwy, this is-" But he was stopped by her hoof slapping against his paw, and she moved from under it, getting closer to the two ponies. She glared at them, jabbed a hoof in Pinkie's direction, and screamed in a very childlike voice, "What is she doing here?!"