//------------------------------// // Apple Bloom's Story // Story: Fourth Wall Breakdown // by SmokeShadow95 //------------------------------// My story is not like the other stories. It isn't about a single pony, or even a single zebra. No, my story is all about a color. A single color. This color is popular here in Ponyville. Sometimes it means laughter. Sometimes it just means crazy. But not this time. This time it means terror and destruction and poofiness. Can you guess what color it is? “It's blue, like me,” Rainbow Dash blurted out. “It's is not blue, Rainbow Dash,” Twilight said, “It is obviously a shade of purple.” “Well, I reckon it'll be an orange, maybe,” Applejack guessed. “Nope. You are all wrong,” Apple Bloom responded. “Wait. Fluttershy didn't get a guess,” Scootaloo said, “Come on, Fluttershy, what do you think the color is?” “Oh, I don't know, girls. There are so many colors. I just can't decide,” Fluttershy said in her soft voice. “Oh, come now, my dear Fluttershy. It is just a simple guessing game. Every pony has to play.” Just then the air shifted and in a poof of smoke a strange creature appeared. I have never before seen a creature such as that. I have a note in hear about it. It is a draco- dracon-. AH! I got it. It is a draconequus! Whatever that means. Eh. It is definitely a strange creature who seems to know Fluttershy. Also, I have noted that his name apparently, is Discord. How interesting. “Fluttershy, my dear, dear, friend. Don't you want to play the game. It's really easy. Just guess the right color and you win a prize. Doesn't that sound like fun,” Discord said in his usual mocking manner. “Discord,” Twilight said angrily, “What are you doing here?” “Relax, Princess Twilight Grumple. Believe it or not I am here on official business for Celestia. You see, these hole in the dimensional wall have been popping up all over Equestria, and they are just causing all sorts of mischief. Much as it pains me to do so, I must close all of them.” “Well, you can't close this one,” Apple Bloom said aggressively. “Oh, and why not? Please, I am just dying to hear this,” Discord replied. “Because, I am not done telling my story yet,” Apple Bloom explained. “What?! You guys were enjoying story time and you didn't invite me,” Discord said as tear welled up in his eye, “Fine. I guess I will just go, and find some other dimensional hole to wallow in.” “Oh, no. There is no need for that, Discord,” Fluttershy said softly, “You can stay as long as you want.” “HOORAY,” Discord shouted as he conjured up a bunch of balloons and streamers and other party favors. He teleported next to Fluttershy. Right in the middle of the cloud she was sharing with Rainbow Dash. Unfortunately, Dash was pushed off the cloud in the process. She rolled off and hit the floor right in front of me. If it were any pony else they might have found me. “Hey! That was my cloud to begin with. Give it back,” Rainbow Dash said forcefully. “Oh, but I have a much better cloud for you,” Discord said. He snapped his fingers and a small picture appeared in his hands. He reached down and handed it Rainbow Dash. She took it in one hoof and looked at it. She was not pleased with what she saw. “This is a picture of you, posing on a cloud,” She said flatly, “What am I supposed to do with this?” “Lay on it, of course,” Discord teased, “That is what Pegasus ponies do, after all. Just look at Fluttershy. She's doing it right.” Fluttershy tried to hide herself in the cloud as best she could. Rainbow Dash gave her an annoyed look. Ever since she and Discord became friends he was always favoring her. It was usually at the expense of the other ponies. This time was no different. Rainbow Dash knew there was no point in arguing so she just laid the picture on the floor. With a heavy sigh she laid on the picture. “See? Now isn't that a much better cloud to lay on,” Discord said. Rainbow Dash gave him an angry glare. She was about to get into an angry argument with him when she noticed something. . . strange. She was eye level with him. He was on her cloud, and now she was eye level with him. She looked down to find herself on a cloud, of all things. There was one thing that did annoy her, though. A cloud formation of Discord was wrapped around her cloud, just like in the picture. She sighed a heavy sigh again and turned to Apple Bloom. “Keep going with your story, kid,” She said. Okay. Since you none of you guessed the color that my story is about I will have to tell you. Pink. The color is pink. I gotta say, I'm surprised you didn't get it. With Pinkie Pie and all. Speaking of Pinkie Pie, she is a major pony in my story. Actually, I guess you could say my whole story is about her. She is a pink pony, so I guess the whole pink color thing is right, too. But anyway, my story starts with a pink pony and a zebra. Pinkie Pie raced through the Everfree Forest as fast as she could. Her pink hooves carried her over the dirt and the muck on her way to Zecora's hut. She got there in a record amount of time. Pinkie was screaming and hollering all the way there. Zecora could hear her coming from miles away. She was trying to meditate when Pinkie Pie crashed in through the window. She crashed in and rolled over to Zecora. “AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH,” Pinkie sounded off, still screaming. “AAHHH,” Zecora replied, “Pinkie Pie!? What are you doing here?” “AH! Zecora I need your help! Something really bad has happened! It is badder than bad. It is the worst thing that could possibly happen to me! Do have any idea how bad this is,” Pinkie Pie shouted. “Pinkie Pie. I have no idea what you are talking about,” Zecora said, “Now calm down and speak plain. Please, do not shout.” “Zecora. This. Is. Serious,” Pinkie said seriously, “I am losing my color!” Zecora looked up from Pinkie's face to her mane. She was right. The hair in her mane was indeed not quite as pink as it usually was. In fact, there was a small streak of it that was actually gray. Then, right before her very eyes, the gray began to spread. “Pinkie Pie, what is happening to you? You are losing all your color. Pink one and pink two,” Zecora said with shock. “I don't know! GASP! I only made two hundred and forty-three ponies laugh this week. That is way down from my usual number of laughs per day. I try and and I try, but maybe I didn't do enough. Could that be it?” “Pinkie Pie, I do not know what is causing this change, but I may have something that can fix this, but it is equally strange,” Zecora said. “What is it?! I will try anything. No matter how strange and/or crazy and/or insane and/or desperate,” Pinkie Pie said. “I can make you a special brew that can put all the pink back into you,” Zecora said happily, “It will the most powerful brew I have brewed. But be warned. If it goes wrong we are all screwed!” “Okay,” Pinkie said with a smile. “Good. Now please, go home and stay there,” Zecora said, “Maybe you can find a funny hat to where.” Pinkie Pie thanked Zecora for everything and left her hut. She hopped out and down the path back into Ponyville. That was Pinkie Pie, always hopping. Now it was time for Zecora to get to work. She had a lot of weird ingredients to collect for her special brew. Luckily she could find most of them in the Everfree Forest she called home. The first one was a special flower that could only be found deep in the Everfree. It only blooms during the full moon, at midnight. And only during the fall season. Good thing it was fall at the time. So Zecora gathered up a few items that she would need. You know, the usual stuff. A map to find her way, a few torches, her walking staff, one mask to hide herself from unwary eyes, a few potions to protect herself. And of course, she couldn't forget the pink feathers. They were key. She headed out in the next hour. First thing she did was head back from her house. She went deeper and deeper into the Everfree. She passed the ruins of the Castle of the Two Sisters within half an hour. That was the easy part. The hard part came after that. Ya see, the Everfree Forest got a lot thicker the farther you went in. It got a lot darker to. The trees grew closer together, and the leaves grew bigger. They blocked out almost all of the sunlight shining down. Zecora lit one of the torches and continued movin' along. She pulled out the map and followed the directions. She kept goin' on til she found the area she was looking for. A small clearing in the middle of a bunch of trees that were all growing real close together. In the middle of the clearing was a great big ol' pile of dirt. And on top of this dirt was a flower. Just one flower. A single, lonely, white flower. Zecora walked up the pile of dirt and picked the flower. She placed it in her saddlebag and went back home. She had the first piece of her brew puzzle. Little did she know, the first piece was not going to be so easy to snag. Once she picked the flower that big ol' pile of dirt it was began to move. The dirt moved and it turned out to not be dirt at all. Well, some of it was. On the top, ya know. But the rest of it was rocks. A whole mess of rocks that were alive, and moved on their own. “Ooh! I've heard of those. They're called golems,” Twilight said excitedly. “Thanks for that lesson there, Twilight,” Apple Blooms said, “But I already knew that. Zecora told me when she told me this story for the first time. The same story I am going to get back to now.” This moving pile of rocks- called a golem- stood up from where it was sitting. It had been sitting there there for over a thousand years, and now it was awake. It looked at Zecora with glowing red gems for eyes. It was hungry. It had not eaten in over a thousand years, and it was planning on eating Zecora. Or so she thought. The golem approached her with loud thuds for footsteps. Zecora quickly placed the flower in her bag and pulled out her staff. She was ready to fight. “Stay back, creature of stone and rock. My skills with this staff will surely shock,” Zecora strongly pronounced. “Calm yourself, zebra. I do not wish for a fight. Just an answer.” The golem could speak? That was the first question on Zecora's mind. The next was about this answer it wanted. Although the golem was bigger, and heavier, and louder, and intelligent, she just knew it was not dangerous. “Well then. You first need a question if it is an answer you crave,” Zecora said, “But please hurry. I have a pony friend to save.” “Very well. Here is the question,” The golem stated, “What is the password?” Zecora was stunned for a moment. She was expecting a riddle, or some sort of crazy puzzle. Heck, she was expecting a math story problem more than that question. She shook the stun off and turned back to the golem. “What happens if I guess wrong,” She asked. “Nothing. You get as many as tries as you need,” The golem answered. “And if I get it right,” Zecora questioned. “You get the flower that I have guarded for over a thousand years.” Simple enough. All Zecora had to do was guess a password for a golem that had been waiting over a thousand years for it. Easy! She could do that. Ha. That's what she thought. She tried everything, and nothing was right. “Is the password 'password',” She asked. “No.” “Pie. Blueberry. Apple. Banana. Cabbage. Tomato. Is it any of those? Is it even a food?” “No.” “Rose. Tulip. Daisy. Dandelion. Hydrangea. Rhododendron. Is it a flower?” “No.” “Can I get a hint? Please,” Zecora asked. “No.” “Rock. Boulder. Pebble. Feather. Egg. Goose. Zebra. Pony. Stripes. Bag. Potion. Stick. Leaf.” Zecora continued to list on and on every single thing that popped into her head. Eventually, one of the words she said would have to be the right one. The problem was that she knew a lot of words. A lot of them. And she was going to go through them all it she had to. Luckily, being friends with Pinkie Pie gave her an advantage. She could stand there and say word after word after word for hours. And she did. “Bread. Sandwich. Brew. Cauldron. Cider. Tree. Orchard. Land. Earth. Dirt. Dirty. Bath. Tired. Sleep. Bed. Home. House. Hut. Are any of those words the password?” “No. No! NO!!” “Is it more than one word then,” Zecora asked with clear aggravation. “Yes.” “Oh. For the love of- Why did you not tell me that before,” Zecora asked angrily. “You did not ask.” “Golem. I am going to turn you into a pile of pebbles unless you give me a hint!” “Do not threaten me, zebra! Now guess the password or perish!” “Oh, for Celestia's sake-” “Yes. You have finally guessed it.” “What?” “You have guessed the password. You may now leave with the flower.” “ARGGHH! I already had the flower! I have had it for nearly an hour,” Zecora screamed, “Do you mean to say that I stayed and played your game of silliness all this time. A game that was meaningless?!” “It was not meaningless. I have not had such amusement in over a thousand years.” “You are the worst guard ever,” Zecora stated flatly. Finally, Zecora had overcome the challenge of the golem. Even though all she really had to do was walk away. But she didn't. She stayed and beat that darn golem at his own darn game. And now she was on her way back to her hut. She would just have to pick on one thing on the way. Zecora needed one more thing before she could start brewing her special brew for Pinkie Pie. It was even more rare than the flower. Not really. It was just really hard to catch. It was a chicken. But not just any chicken. A pink feathered free range chicken that only lived in the Everfree Forest. “Seriously,” Applejack interrupted, “Now I hear these stories are true, but really Apple Bloom? A pink feathered chicken? How are we supposed to believe that?” “Fluttershy. If you would be so kind as to explain to my dear sister,” Apple Bloom said. Discord snapped his fingers and a book appeared before Fluttershy. She scooped it up and leaned down to Applejack. Fluttershy then opened the book to a well worn page and showed Applejack the illustrations on that page. Applejack watched as Fluttershy flipped through many more pages before closing the book. After that she curled back up on her cloud with a smile on her face. Applejack, meanwhile, looked more confused than ever. “Applejack, are you okay,” Twilight asked. “Apparently there are such a thing as pink feathered free range chickens,” Applejack said blankly, “I am not sure what to believe anymore.” As I was saying, Zecora needed one of these pink feathered free range chickens for her special brew. Well, all she really needed was the feathers, but those usually came with the chicken. She already had the pink feathers from her hut. She placed them all in her mohawk of a mane and did something no pony should ever see. EVER! I am serious. I just heard 'bout it and I am scarred for life. Zecora did the chicken dance. That is right. She danced like a chicken for hours and hours. This was all on purpose of course. It was supposed to bring the chickens out of their hidey holes. And it worked. Slowly at first. Just one or two would poke their pink heads up through the tall grass and flowers. And then slowly one came out. It slowly came out into the same small clearing that Zecora was in. And it did something that every pony should see at least once. I just heard 'bout it and I want to go find one of these chickens now. It danced. That is right ponies! The chicken danced. “Now the chickens are dancing,” Applejack said questioningly, “Apple Bloom, this doesn't make a plum lick of sense.” “Applejack, does Fluttershy need to bring out another book. Cause she gots lots of books. Lots of 'em are on pink chickens too,” Apple Bloom said with sass. Applejack looked up at Fluttershy. She was still on the cloud with Discord, but she was looking down at Applejack. She pulled a book out of the cloud poof and showed it to Applejack. This time it was only a few pages, but they had the same effect on Applejack as the last book. She looked like she was one apple away from going completely crazy. “Are you sure you're okay Applejack,” Twilight asked. “Apparently there are pink chickens that can dance,” Applejack said, “My entire view of the world is changing. Twilight, I am not sure what to do.” “You could try not interrupting my story,” Apple Bloom said, “That will give you some time to think, sis.” Now, back to pink dancing chickens! It started with a tap of the foot. A small flutter of the wing. A light bobbing of the head. And before you know it, the chicken was dancing. It was not doing the same dance as Zecora, but it was dancing. At first it was just the one. It stayed that way for a while. That is, until more chickens showed up. Within an hour of that first chicken there was a whole big field of them. They were all dancing their tail feathers off. It was perfect. That was exactly what Zecora wanted. You see, the pink in the feathers was the ingredient that would return the pink to Pinkie Pie. There are two problems though. The only way to take a feather from a pink chicken and live to tell about was to get them to remove it themselves. And the easiest way to do that was to get them to dance. Soooooo, while all the chickens were dancing Zecora snuck on through and swiped herself some pink feathers. That is where problem two comes in. The pink doesn't stay in the feathers long. The color fades pretty fast. “If only I could capture a live chicken or two,” Zecora whispered to herself, “Then I would surely have enough pink to do what I do.” And that is when she saw it. Many of the chickens had gone away by that point. But there was one, still dancing. It was trying to impress this female chicken with some nice dance moves. It was not working. Zecora locked her eyes on the chicken. She would have it. She got low to the ground and slowly got approached the chicken. When she was close enough, she pounced. She flew out of the grass like Fluttershy when she is scared out of her wits. She came down in slow motion. The female chicken saw her and ran away. The other chicken did not. It turned just in time to see Zecora's stripes closin' in. It jumped up to avoid her. Zecora's hooves dug into the dirt. Her face bounced off the ground right before her body. She slid a little ways in the dust before looking up. The chicken was getting away. “Get back here chicken,” She yelled after it. She started chasing it. It would seem Zecora is a zebra of many talents. Potion master, magic teacher, and now: Chicken chaser. She ran faster than she ever had to chase that chicken. She ducked under branches and jumped over logs to chase that chicken. It was probably the most intense thing she had done all week. After who knows how long of chasing it she noticed something. The trees and the grass all looked familiar. Yes! She was chasing that chicken all the way back to her hut. And that is just what she did. She got that chicken going right in the direction of her hut. It was trapped against the wall. It had nowhere to go, so it went through the window. Right into Zecora's home. Of course, Zecora jumped after it. Unfortunately, the window was just a bit too small. Her flank got stuck in the window. The chicken was staring up at her from the floor. “Do not give me that look chicken,” She said sternly. Zecora tried and tried and tried to free fer flank from that window. Unfortunately, it was lookin' like she was stuck for good. That is, until one very helpful pony came along when she did. The door burst open with a panicked pony behind it. Pinkie Rushed in with a huff and a puff. “Zecora! Where are you? You have gotta help me! It's getting worse,” Pinkie screamed. “I would like to help, Pinie Pie. I wish I could with all my luck. But it would seem that I am rather stuck,” Zecora told her. Pinkie scanned the room to find the zebra to match the voice. She did not see her at first. And then she did. Her front half in the hut and her flank hanging out the window. Pinkie Pie did the only thing she could at the time. Laugh. She was rolling on the floor laughing while Zecora could do nothing but watch. That was when She noticed the open door. “Pinkie Pie,” Zecora cried out, “Do not let the chicken escape. Close the door! It is the key to getting your pink back forever more.” Immediately Pinkie's attitude changed. She stopped laughing first of all. She rolled under Zecora's hanging body. With a serious looking face she gave her a hoof salute. She sprang back to her hooves and hunted the chicken. When she saw it was almost to the door. Pinkie screamed and launched herself across the room. She landed just shy of the chicken, but the board under them was loose. Pinkie hit the floor and the board sent the chicken into the brew. “That works,” Zecora said happily. “Sweetness,” Pinkie said with a smile, “Now what do I do to get my color back?” “Take the chicken out and stir the brew,” Zecora instructed her. “Okay. Anything else,” Pinkie asked. “Yes. There is one thing,” Zecora said, “GET ME OUT OF THIS WINDOW!!!” “Alrighty then. No need to yell,” Pinkie replied, “Just let me stir this up first.” Pinkie took a minute to reach down into the big cauldron that Zecora used for her brews. She searched for the chicken for a minute before pulling it out. It was now featherless. She opened the front door and kicked it out. Literally. She really did kick the chicken. No joke. Then she found one of Zecora's long handled spoons and began to stir. Before her eyes the brew turned a bright pink color. That was definitely enough to pink to put the pink back into Pinkie Pie. She was sure of it. “Hey Zecora. This stuff smells really good,” Pinkie said. She went in for a sniff of the brew and got more than she wanted for. The smell was too much for one pony. Pinkie could not take it all in at one time. “Ah. . .Ahh. . .AAHHH. . . AHHHHCHHOOOOO!!!” Pinkie sneezed a Pinkie sneeze and sent Zecora outside the hut again. At least she was out. She came around to the front door and entered her hut. Pinkie apologized as Zecora threw her out. She said to come back the next day. The brew would be done by then. And then Zecora closed her door. She sighed a sigh of relief. Now it was time to relax and just finish her brew. She added more strange and weird ingredients to the brew after Pinkie left. A little bit of Heart's Desire. A dash of Pinkie's hair. Zecora never did explain where she got that from. Eh. Whatever. Next was a few more ingredients that I cannot even pronounce. I won't even try. I can tell you they were weird. There was jars of stuff and stuff she pulled out from hidden cupboards in the walls. It was weird. But Zecora was enjoying herself. She was finishing up her brew. Now she could relax for the rest of the day. Nope. That was not going to happen. Rarity was there. Great. That was just what she needed. She knocked on the door and let herself in. Zecora heard her request with tired ears. It was just as she thought. Rarity needed another bottle of dye. The more Zecora thought about it the more it seemed like a good idea. Her brew needed to sit a while, so she had the time. She would take Rarity with her. Maybe it will stop her from pestering her every other day. “Hey. Rarity is not like that,” Sweetie Belle complained. “Zecora's words. I swear,” Apple Bloom said in her defense. “Okay. Get back to your story, but hurry up. We already know this part from my story,” Sweetie Belle said. So Zecora took Rarity out into the Everfree Forest. It was surprisingly easy to convince her to go out there. She really like that dye. However, Zecora knew that Rarity would not like the flowers the dye came from so much. And she was right! Rarity spent most of the time running in circles and screaming. She never even noticed Zecora moving about and collecting the leaves. And then they came back to Zecora's hut. Zecora took just a minute to whip up some of that special dye. With all the strange ingredients all laying around her hut it was kinda challenging finding a safe spot to put it all together. Zecora hoped everything was alright when she gave Rarity the dye and sent her off. Now all she had to do was wait til tomorrow. Then she could turn Pinkie Pie pink again. Tomorrow came way to soon. Zecora got a lousy sleep in and she was awful tired. She rolled off he bed earlier than she wanted to, but there was a pony at her door. She was pretty sure she knew who it was. Pinkie Pie barged in before Zecora even got halfway to the door. “Zecora! Is it done? Huh? Huh? Huh? I need it. I really need it. Look at me. I am almost pinkless! I want my pink back,” Pinkie Pie said as she started crying. “Yes Pinkie, the brew is done. Now the crying can stop,” Zecora said with a wide yawn, “Now you must drink everything I give you, Every last drop.” Pinkie Pie sat down and smiled widely. She was ready. She had been waiting for this for three days. Zecora took her long handled spoon and stirred the brew up a little. She had to make sure it was all good. It was. As she was stirring, though, Pinkie Pie came up and looked in the brew. “Hey Zecora,” She said, “This still smells really good.” Pinkie Pie leaned in for a big sniff again. And again she could not handle it. It was too much, even for her. She tried to stop it, but she could not do it. She unleashed a bigger sneeze than last time. It blew the top layer of the brew out of the pot and onto Zecora. Pinkie Pie wiped her nose and looked back at Zecora. She had a very disapproving look on her face. “Hey, Zecora, you're pink now. Just like me! That is so totally awesome,” Pinkie Pie shouted. “Drink,” Was all Zecora said in response. With a big smile on her face Pinkie dunked her whole head into the big pot that had the brew in it. She kept her head under for a long time before coming back up for air. When she finally did her mane was pink again. The brew had worked. Pinkie came out all pinkified again. She had all her pinkness back, and Zecora had lost hers. “Zecora, where did all your pink go? I thought we were gonna be Partners in Pink. We could go around painting Ponyville perplexingly pretty shades of pink,” Pinkie Pie said. “You are more than enough pink for Ponyville,” Zecora said with a smile. Pinkie Pie was about to respond when she felt something deep within her. She froze in place for a moment. She twitched a little as she tried to hold it in. But she sneezed again. But this time was different. A blast of pure pinkness came out of Pinkie Pie when she sneezed. It hit Zecora and turned her pinkness level back up to the max. “Ugh. Zecora,” Pinkie said weakly, “I don't feel too good.” When Zecora looked back over to Pinkie Pie she was on the floor. Pinkie was holding her stomach and complaining about her head hurting. This was not good. This should not have happened. Zecora mixed the brew up exactly right. What had she done wrong? She paced around her hut as she tried to figure out the answer. And then it came to her. Just as a shadow was looming right over her head. “Too much pink,” Zecora whispered. She turned to face Pinkie, but she was no longer there. Or at least, not the Pinkie Pie that every pony knows and loves. No this was a different Pinkie. She was bigger for one. Much bigger. She was now almost as tall as Zecora's entire hut. Her mane had grown out and grown wild. Same with her tail. And how she had these dark pink eyes and this deeper, almost evil voice. “Pinkisaurus,” Zecora whispered in horror. “Not enough pink,” Pinkisaurus screamed. Zecora ducked as Pinkisaurus let out another blast of pure pinkness in her hut. It turned everything from the floor, to the cauldron, to the curtains pink. This was not good. This was going to upset the balance. She had to run. She had to warn Ponyville. “Run! RUN! ALL YOU PONIES NEED TO RUN!!!” “For the love of Celestia, who is interrupting now,” Apple Bloom exclaimed. It was at that moment when a crazed pony like object slammed itself into the wall that had the dimensional hole in it. The ponies inside heard a loud thud and waited for whatever it was to recover. All the sudden a pink mohawk popped up from the bottom. Following that was a pink zebra. Zecora! She looked absolutely crazed. It was like she had just seen the very terrible and frightening future. “That is because I have, Mr. Narrator! I have seen the future! And it is all PINK!!” Just then all the others in the room looked down at me. They all just stared at me with wide eyes and open mouths. I'm thinking I should stop narrating now. It looks like they are getting kind of annoyed by it. “We'll deal with you later, human,” Twilight started. “Human,” Lyra said excitedly as her head popped up. “But first, I think we all want to know what happened to Zecora,” Twilight finished. “It was terrible. I was only trying to help Pinkie Pie. She was losing her color. But then. . .then my special brew. . . it turned her into some kind of monster. Pinkie Pie is gone. Now there is only. . . Pinkisaurus!” “Oh please,” Discord said in disbelief, “That is obviously the most ridiculous story any of us have ever heard. I will give you props for commitment, though. How long did it take to paint your whole body pink?” “That is just it,” Zecora screamed, “Now Pinkisaurus wants nothing more than to make every part of Equestria as pink as she is. We have to run. Now!” “Oh yes. Let's run. Wait. Let me go first,” Discord said mockingly. He snapped his fingers once again and a red carpet rolled out in front of his feet. He gave a mocking bow and thanked Fluttershy for her role in his success. Then he suddenly changed into a tourist with his many bags packed. He turned and found himself staring down an angry Pinkisaurus. “OH SWEET CELESTIA SAVE ME,” Was the last thing he said before Pinkisaurus totally and completely pinkified them with a blast of pure pink. It was not until two days later when help arrived. A special envoy from Princess Luna. Both her and her guards had to wear special glasses to keep from being taken in by all the pink. And there was a lot of pink. Everywhere. Every last object, toy, food, flower, building, and anything I left out was pink. Luna ordered her guards to look for the pony residents of Ponyville. They were the only things missing. Out of all of Ponyville only three were found. Three young fillies found in the pink walls of a small clubhouse. When Luna asked what happened only one thing could be said. “P- p- pink. . . Too much. . .w- way too much pink.”