The Prompt: Who is Pinkie Pie, really?
The small parasprite flew into Pinkie's bed room. The pink mare was gently snoring, her rear leg kicking gently, as though she were dreaming of the Running of The Leaves. The parasprite landed on her nose, and waited silently.
Within moments, the snoring ceased, and Pinkie cracked an eye open, and a smile broke out as she glimpsed the blue, winged furball. “Kemeris! I haven't seen you in years! Why didn't you tell me you were gonna visit huh? I would have thrown you a party!”
“Hush, Pinkamena,” Kemeris hissed. “The ponies will hear us. I came here only for the fiftheenth year debriefing. Do you know of any place we can adjourn to that we will not be overheard.”
“Ooh! Ooh! I know just the place. Follow me!” The parasprite hopped into her puffy mane. Silently, Pinkie Pie tiptoed out of sugar cube corner, and gently closed the door. She felt the cool night air wash over her.
Pinkie began trotting along the less traveled back streets and thoroughfares of Ponyville. After they were a safe distance from Sugarcube Corner, Pinkie began to address the bug in her mane. “How are all the souls doing with the parasprite bodies? I really miss everyone back in the hive!” It was odd to see a pony going for a walk in the dead of night, let alone a pony that was having a lively conversation with her mane. But with Pinkie's reputation, nopony would think twice about such eccentricities.
The parasprite was careful to keep her voice low. No one would question Pinkie talking to her mane, but they would certainly question hearing her mane talk bout. “Truthfully, not well. These insects, these parasprite bodies are not ideal hosts in the least bit. They are fragile, and live short, brutish lives. There appetites are voracious, and every area we try to graze is demolished within days. This is my eighth parasprite host since you've began your mission. The bodies are dying too fast. We barely have time to transfer a soul from one body to another. We've nearly lost three souls because their hosts' bodies died too quickly.”
“That's terrible! I hope nothing happened to Wanda...”
“Wanda is fine. But you see the urgency of your mission. Now tell me, have you made any progress since the Pie family? Have you managed to successfully integrate into this community of ponies?”
“Sure did! Ever since I left the rock farm, I've been working for this really nice couple in that bakery, and I've been making all these yummy treats! I think you would really like one of my muffins, too! But anyways, a couple of months ago, I got all these awesome new friends! There's AJ, she works on an apple farm, and does a bunch of boring chores all day, but she's really nice and always helps me bake stuff. and Flutters, she has bunch of cuddly wuddly animals that she takes care of!” She rocked to sleep an imaginary rabbit in her forehooves.
Pinkie continued. “Rarity's makes dresses, and then There's Rainbow Dash! She's sooo cool. She was the one that made that weird explosion when I was infiltrating the Pie family. Oh, and Twilight Sparkle! She's the Princess's student, and Celestia's going to come visit all of us in a couple of days!”
“These ponies, do they fully trust you?” Kemeris asked.
“Sure do! They're my best friends!”
“And they suspect nothing?”
Pinkie's good cheer died down a bit at that question. “I don't think so...”
“Excellent. Tomorrow, we shall begin the infiltration of Ponyville. At the ninteen hundred hours, tomorrow, lead this Twilight Sparkle to our base of operations. We will take care of everything from there. With a bit of luck we can use her body to get close to the princess. If we manage to get a soul implanted in the princess's body, the assimilation of the pony race will be a cakewalk.”
Pinkie halted her stride for a moment. “...You aren't going to hurt Twilight, right?”
Kemeris sighed in exasperation. “Not physically. She'll be sedated, and then one of our souls will be implanted in her brainstem, and take control of her mind and body. Like we did with your host's body.”
“But will Twilight still be in there?”'
“No.”
“So she'll just be gone?” Her pupils shrank to pinpoints, and she gulped.
“Is there an issue with that?” Kemeris said, her patience wearing thin.
“Yes! She's my friend, and I don't want you or any soul kicking her out of her body!”
The parasprite flew “it is your duty, Pinkamena. We put you in the body of a pony so you could infiltrate their society, so that we could move out of these wretched bodies, and into more suitable hosts.”
Pinkie looked up at the parasprite, eyes brimming with tears. “I don't want to anymore. I don't want to hurt anymore of my friends.”
“You're defecting from the mission, Pinkamena. Such is an act of treason.”
Pinkie looked down at her hooves, saying nothing. A single tear drop fell onto the street.
“You will report to the base of operations tomorrow night, with one of your pony friends in tow, or I will be forced to take all of them by force. If you still do not cooperate, I'll be forced to raze this entire town.”
The parasprite started off on it way back to the Everfree forest.
“But—”
“Nineteen hundred hours, Pinkamena.” The blue parasprite flew away into the night.