“Like an Unexpected Song”
by Donny’s Boy
Synopsis: She never expected to see that golden chariot flying over Ponyville. She never expected just how much her life would change. She never expected Twilight Sparkle … and Twilight Sparkle most certainly never expected Pinkie Pie.
“Now, no matter where I am,
No matter what I do,
I see your face appearing
Like an unexpected song--
An unexpected song
That only we are hearing.”
--”Unexpected Song,” Song & Dance
Chapter 1
When Pinkie Pie awoke on the Sunday that was to change her life forever, she realized two things simultaneously. Firstly, she realized that the previous evening’s party had been the biggest, loudest, and most spectacular party that she had ever thrown. Secondly, she realized that now that the party was over and Sugarcube Corner lie silent and still, she’d never felt more miserable in her entire life.
The party itself had gone fine. The parties always went fine. Ponies came and talked and laughed and ate and drank. They danced to the thumping bass of the deejay’s turntables, and they played all of the various party games that had been shoved into every corner of the room. And then, at the end of the night, when the punch was all gone and the deejay had packed up her equipment, everyone had left en masse.
Just like they always did.
Pinkie swallowed a sigh as she trotted downstairs to where the remains of last night’s party lay strewn across the entire first floor of the bakery. Walking around the room with heavy hooves, she began stuffing ripped streamers into a trash bag while reflecting on how and why everything had gone so wrong, yet again.
She’d chatted with a few ponies, of course, but they’d all given her that look. They’d given her the look, and they’d tried to get away as quickly as they could while still maintaining some pretense of politeness. The main exception was the unicorn seamstress from across the way, who spoke to Pinkie at great length about her spring line of fashion and the latest gossip from Canterlot. Pinkie liked the unicorn and liked hearing about gossip, but all too soon the seamstress had excused herself to go talk to the mayor.
There was also the earth pony farmer from just outside of town, who’d looked Pinkie straight in the eye and said, “No offense, sugar cube, but I’m only here ‘cause my brother’s sweet on that pegasus animal wrangler and heard she’d be at this here shindig.” Pinkie had said that was okay and that it was good to see her there, no matter why she’d came, but the other earth pony had just shrugged in response.
On the bright side, that one pegasus from the weather team had come to Pinkie’s party--the one who always had a near-permanent grin, the one with the warm, rich laugh that came from deep in the belly. The pegasus with the beautiful, multi-colored mane.
Rainbow Dash.
The name of the pegasus with the infectious grin and amazing laugh was Rainbow Dash--Pinkie had asked around town. But every time Pinkie had tried to sneak up to Rainbow Dash to introduce herself and strike up a conversation, the other pony had zipped off somewhere else. It was uncanny. Almost as though the sneaky pegasus was trying to avoid her on purpose for some silly reason.
Finally, the sigh that Pinkie Pie had been holding in all morning escaped her lips, just as she finished filling up the trash bag with leftover party decorations and tied it off. At least everypony had enjoyed themselves. That was the important thing, after all, and it did make her genuinely happy to watch everyone having a good time. She just wished that some of the ponies who came to her parties would stay afterwards for a little while. Just to talk. To get to know her better.
To be her friends.
After casting one last glance around the bakery to ensure it would be in tip-top shape for when the Cakes would open on Monday, Pinkie began dragging the trash bag out the front door. She hadn’t taken but three steps, however, when she was distracted by the sight of a gleaming golden chariot streaking across the sky. How odd. There weren’t many chariots that came to Ponyville and certainly not chariots that were golden.
Quickly she tossed the trash bag into the garbage bin and then cantered off in the direction she’d seen the chariot flying. Her hooves moved almost of their own accord. There was something about that chariot--something important. She wasn’t sure just how she knew that, but she did … and she wasn’t a pony accustomed to second-guessing what she knew.
In fact, it wouldn’t be incorrect to say that Pinkie Pie was a mare on a mission. Deftly she wove her way through the already-crowded town square, throwing out smiles and greetings left and right as she did, while never losing sight of the chariot that had landed ahead. When she finally reached her goal, the chariot was just taking off again, but in its place were left behind a unicorn and small dragon.
And Pinkie Pie knew, with the same certainty that she knew that chocolate cake was the very best thing in the entire world, that this unicorn and this dragon were important. Were special.
She knew that, come hell or high water, she was going to become friends with these two newcomers. She was going to introduce herself to them before anyone in town could talk to them, and she was not going to scare them off like all the others, and she was going to throw them the biggest and very best party she’d ever thrown, and …
And they were going to be her friends.
They just had to.
Twilight.
That’s what Rainbow Dash had told her, had told all of them, as they waited quietly in the darkened library. The air was hot and thick, as dozens of ponies squeezed together in the cramped confines of the library’s main room, but Pinkie Pie didn’t mind. With the claustrophobic density came two wonderful, amazing things. First, it brought Rainbow Dash--who was pressed against her, so close that she could feel every beat of the pegasus’ heart and every impatient rustling of the pegasus’ wings. And with Rainbow Dash came the name of that purple unicorn she’d met earlier in the day.
The unicorn who was named Twilight Sparkle.
It was a nice name, mused Pinkie. A friendly-sounding name.
And even though it was pitch black and no one would be able to see, Pinkie Pie grinned.
The natives of Ponyville had unerring instincts as to which of the visitors to their little hamlet would be simple passers-by and which would prove to be permanent immigrants. That braggart unicorn magician, for instance, had immediately been pegged as a mere flash-in-the-pan entertainment. Those two brothers with the cider machine had been similarly dismissed by the town’s populace--though, of course, their cider was greatly appreciated while it had been available. Many came through Ponyville, and many left through Ponyville. Not many stayed, however.
But that little pink filly with the bouncy gait and near-permanent smile? As soon as she’d hopped into town, Ponyville recognized immediately that she would never, ever leave. So too with the shy yellow pegasus who appeared on the outskirts of the village not too long after--and, several months later, the pegasus’ brash young friend, who proudly and loudly declared to all and sundry that one day she’d be a Wonderbolt.
And the day that a stressed-out, Canterlot-born purple unicorn landed in their midst, the Ponyville residents knew--knew as surely as they knew the Apple family would run out of cider during cider season, yet again--that this purple unicorn wasn’t ever going to leave. They knew she was meant to stay in Ponyville, despite all of her protestations that she was only in town for the Summer Sun Celebration preparations.
They knew all this because the natives of Ponyville could spot one of their own from a mile away. It was easy. As different as all of the town’s citizens were from one another, as varied as their races and occupations and personalities, they all shared one very important trait in common. They were all crazy as crazy could be.
And Twilight Sparkle? Twilight Sparkle was one crazy pony. She just didn’t seem to realize it. Which, really, when one thought about it, kind of just made her all the crazier.
Crazy enough that, when Twilight decided she was going to set out into the Everfree Forest to find the mythical artefacts that she claimed were the only things that could stop the ponification of the All Darkness herself … five near-strangers followed her, without hesitation and without question. Because a pony that crazy can’t help but draw craziness to her, like a moth is drawn to a flame.
Those five crazy ponies followed her, and those five crazy ponies fought for her.
Those five near-strangers followed her and, by the time they’d returned, victorious and unharmed, those five near-strangers weren’t strangers anymore.
Twilight Sparkle didn’t understand. And if there was anything that Twilight Sparkle hated, she hated not understanding.
As the party at Sugarcube Corner rolled merrily onward, despite the fact that the griffon guest of honor had departed in a huff, Twilight stood in a corner and gazed out at all of the gathered ponies with a thoughtful frown. Fluttershy and Rarity were by the refreshments table, chatting and smiling, while nearby Applejack was plowing through the apple fritters at a mildly alarming rate. And far across the room were Pinkie Pie and Rainbow Dash, playing a game of Pin the Tail on the Pony, the excitable pink earth mare bouncing around the laughing and blindfolded pegasus.
Pinkie’s eyes, which usually bounced around as much as the rest of her did, were laser focused on Rainbow as Rainbow Dash stumbled forward, a pretend tail held between her teeth. The smile on Pinkie’s face was larger than any that Twilight could remember seeing before--and, given that it was Pinkie who was smiling, that was quite a feat indeed.
Pinkie was happy. Perfectly, wonderfully happy.
And Twilight didn’t understand.
“It's okay, Twilight,” Pinkie had told her, just minutes before. “Even you can't be a super smart smarty smart-pants all the time.”
Twilight had been wrong, so terribly, awfully wrong. The kind of wrong that she wasn’t used to being. The kind of wrong that she hadn’t been in … in years, really. Because Twilight Sparkle took great pains to never be that level of wrong, as though she could banish all those countless memories of disappointed eyes and exasperated sighs through being perfect in the here and now. She never quite could, but it helped. If only a little.
Twilight took a sip of the glass of punch she held in her magical grasp and tried to ignore how sickly sweet it tasted on her tongue. Pinkie’s punches were always just a little too sweet.
But despite how wrong Twilight had been, Pinkie Pie hadn’t looked at her in disappointment, and Pinkie Pie hadn’t sighed in that awful and familiar way. Pinkie had simply smiled, one of those easy, breezy smiles of hers. It was such a surprise, such an unexpected relief, that Twilight wasn’t even all that annoyed at the insulting implication that she wasn’t always “super smart.”
That blessed sense of relief, though, didn’t change the fact that still she didn’t understand. But she wanted to. She wanted to understand.
And, perhaps, just perhaps, she would.
It was days like these that Lyra Heartstrings cherished the most--perfect blue sky, warm breeze against her back, Bon Bon cuddled up against her side. With a contented sigh, she allowed her eyes to slide shut as she leaned back against the park bench. Happiness and perfection reigned, for the briefest shining moment.
Then Bon Bon jabbed her in the ribs while whispering, in an excited tone, “Lyra! Lyra, look at that!’
Lyra did as she was told and opened her eyes. Immediately she frowned. Pinkie Pie was some distance away, over by the school house, rolling on the ground and singing to herself. That wasn’t anything out of the ordinary, though, and honestly didn’t even qualify as strange by Pinkie standards. She felt confused as to why Bon Bon would want to point it out. Then, she spotted a rustling bush.
“Um.” Lyra scratched her head with a hoof. “Is Twilight Sparkle wearing a pith helmet?”
“She absolutely is,” replied Bon Bon, still speaking in that excited tone. Dreamily she sighed. “Don’t you think that’s so romantic?”
Lyra did not, in fact, think it was romantic. But the last time she’d admitted that, when asked a similar question by the earth pony beside her, she’d had to sleep on the couch for a week. So Lyra decided a little white lie was called for. “Sure! Sure thing, Bon. Pith helmets are totally romantic.”
Bon Bon gave her a look. “I didn’t mean the pith helmet itself. I meant the whole … you know! Caring so deeply about figuring out what makes Pinkie Pie tick that she’d play anthropologist.” Smiling, she nuzzled her fillyfriend. “It’s just like the time you practically moved into Sugarcube Corner after you bribed Mrs. Cake into teaching you how to make truffles. You remember? Because you wanted to impress me?”
The unicorn blushed. “I can neither confirm nor deny that allegation.”
“Anyways,” said Bon Bon, rolling her eyes, “I think it’s sweet that Twilight wants to learn everything there is to know about the object of her affections.”
“I dunno, Bon. Are you sure she’s not just weirded out by Pinkie’s future-sensing abilities? I mean, Twilight hasn’t lived here as long as most of the rest of us. She probably just isn’t used to Pinkie’s … Pinkieness … yet.”
That seemed to stymie the earth pony’s enthusiasm for a few moments. But then Bon Bon leaned forward, all excitement returning, her eyes shining and bright. “No, Lyra. It’s not just that.” She pointed.
Lyra followed the outstretched hoof with her eyes and saw a now helmet-less Twilight yelling at Pinkie Pie, her muzzle just inches away from Pinkie’s.
“That kind of passion doesn’t come from simple scientific curiosity.” Bon Bon’s voice practically oozed smugness. “That is the kind of passion that only comes from romantic love.”
Lyra couldn’t argue with impeccable logic such as that. And even if she could, she knew better than to try. So instead she just leaned back and allowed her eyes to flutter shut once again. “If you say so, Bon. Hope it works out for those two crazy kids.”
For just the briefest second, Pinkie Pie froze when she heard the voice. When she heard that voice on the breeze, warm and familiar, yet ringing out in a way it never had before:
The time has come to welcome spring
And all things warm and green …
Twilight Sparkle … was singing.
Pinkie shouldn’t have been surprised. Lots of ponies sang, after all, and practically no pony sang more than Pinkie Pie herself. It shouldn’t have been surprising to hear Twilight doing so, too. And yet, for some reason, it was.
But it's also time to say goodbye.
It's winter we must clean …
Perhaps it was simply that Pinkie hadn’t heard Twilight sing before--but no, no, that wasn’t it. Almost immediately Pinkie realized that couldn’t be the answer. She’d never heard Applejack or Rainbow Dash sing before today, either, but she hadn’t reacted to their voices the way that she was reacting to Twilight’s.
Not that Dash and Applejack didn’t have perfectly lovely singing voices--they totally, totally did--but they weren’t singing like Twilight was singing. There wasn’t that same lilt to the words, that same tremulous emotion.
How can I help? I'm new, you see.
What does everypony do?
How do I fit in without magic?
I haven't got a clue ...
Though Pinkie was still skating in lazy circles around the frozen lake, scoring the ice as she went along, she couldn’t tear her gaze away from Twilight. The unicorn was wandering uneasily among the various teams of ponies, her eyes darting left and right, a smile stretched wide and taut across her face.
Pinkie Pie knew that look. She knew it far better than she wished she did.
Frowning, she skated over to the edge of the lake and hopped off the ice. She wrestled with her skates for a few moments before she was able to pull them off and, after setting them to the side, she went trotting after Twilight.
Now that I know what they all do,
I have to find my place
And help with all of my heart.
Tough task ahead I face …
Twilight sounded so uncertain. So unsure.
Pinkie couldn’t remember ever hearing Twilight sound unsure. At least, not as unsure as she sounded right now. The frown never left the pink pony’s face as she weaved her way through the crowds, hot on Twilight’s heels. As she cantered along, her ears gave the occasional twitch, straining to hear every note that Twilight was singing.
Finally, Twilight passed through the main clusters of ponies and began climbing a small hill. At the top, the unicorn paused. She looked out at the land before and below her, her eyes far off, distant, troubled.
Pinkie stopped at the bottom of the hill. Some invisible force kept her from venturing closer, kept her from following her friend any further. Instead, she stood silently and watched. She watched, unseen and unnoticed, as Twilight sang out to the idyllic countryside that surrounded Ponyville.
It was then that Pinkie realized just how young Twilight looked--how young Twilight in actuality was. The dauntless unicorn had led them through so many things, over so many obstacles, that it was easy to forget, sometimes. Easy to forget that Twilight was just about the same age that Pinkie was. That Twilight maybe didn’t have all the answers, despite all her books, just like Pinkie didn’t. That Twilight might sometimes feel a little lost and a little alone, just like--
Pinkie gently shook her head and continued listening.
How will I do without my magic,
Help the earth pony way?
I wanna belong, so I must
Do my best today …
As the last note of Twilight’s song slowly faded into the chill air, Pinkie Pie knew that she should turn around, should walk away, should head back to the lake. And she would. Soon. In just a minute. But before she could make her legs obey her brain’s commands to get moving, Twilight was walking back down the hill, her breath showing in the air as little puffs of white. Pinkie smiled as Twilight drew near, but she could feel the smile shake and tremble at the edges.
She didn’t know why it should. There was no reason why it should, really. But smiles were silly and unpredictable that way. Sometimes.
Twilight tilted her head, once she was in speaking range, and her brow crinkled ever so slightly. “Is everything all right, Pinkie Pie?”
“I just didn’t know,” Pinkie blurted out in reply, almost immediately regretting that she hadn’t simply said that everything was fine. “I didn’t know that you … ”
“What?” In an instant Twilight’s eyes, which had looked so soft and so helpless when she’d been singing, turned as hard as the ice on the lake. “That I what, Pinkie?”
Still wielding her trusty smile, Pinkie Pie gave a shrug. “I didn’t know that you … that you could sing.”
I see you're taking a foray into "the ship most likely to result in a thermonuclear disaster".
Your Twipie shipping feels like a twinkie to me.
I want it, and it tastes delicious, but I feel as though it's unhealthy for me.
I don't ship, so gaaaaah, this story. :(
Nomgarblescrap.
Burp.
No regrets.
May be featured, I have a good eye for this kinda stuff.
Oh, Donny's Boy, it's here, it's here! Your multichapter TwiPie is here!
And I love how this works, with different pieces of the puzzle throughout the show's run. How we see things we've seen before from different eyes — Pinkie's perspective on "Winter Wrap-Up", Lyra and Bon-Bon's perspective on "Feeling Pinkie Keen" — and how we see new things, like what Pinkie was doing moments before being the first Ponyville pony Twilight meets. The collective perspective of Ponyville itself was an interesting touch, unusual but effective.
I look forward to seeing what other episodes this touches on; there are some obvious suspects, but I'm certain you will surprise me with others. I also can't wait to see what other perspectives we get a chance to view Twilight and Pinkie's relationship with.
"Caring so deeply about figuring out what makes Pinkie Pie tick that she’d play anthropologist."
Given the origin and meaning of that word, I have some trouble with it showing up in Equestria at all, but I used to fast-forward through The Wonder Years looking for anachronisms, so I'm not surprised that this jumped out at me.
Still, if that's the only complaint I can make about a story - and so far it is - I'm in for a good time, so up goes the thumb. And that bit about how Ponyville knows its own, even before the new arrivals do - that's just flat wonderful.
Moar, prease!
Good storytelling. Not necessarily one of my top shippings, but, I can see myself being interested in this.
Once again, you deliver
Hmm...intriguing to say the least. Twi-Pie is not something I get to read every day. Must track.
838387
...um, the part with the Winter Wrap-Up song is when Twilight sings the Winter Wrap-Up song. During the episode "Winter Wrap-Up." This story is jumping to different points in time, exploring Twilight and Pinkie's relationship from different points of view.
YES. Donny's Boy doing a TwiPie story following the relationship through the canon show? MANY YES.
What what what? Twinkie? Donny's Boy?
Me gusta.
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Well, perhaps Bon Bon picked up the word from Lyra.
As for whether it gets featured, honestly I stopped caring about making the feature box once getting there became as much a matter of following whatever fad was popular that week as it was quality writing.
It's a decent story with an interesting opening; curious to see where it goes from there.
More TwiPie from Donny? Even though it's after 4 A.M. and I'm about to go to bed, it's taking an awful lot of willpower to not read this right now.
I wonder if the references to Rainbow Dash is to set up a triangle later or just to show that she wanted to be friends and Rainbow is special for that to be best friends (hence the later episode dealing with it). Kind of depends on what kind of story this is going to be.
Nopony expects the Pieish Pinquisition!
TwiPie is not one of my prime ships, but I really like what you're doing with the story. There's a similar... fragility... to both Pinkie and Twilight, a loneliness and difficulty to fit in that they share. I'm curious to see how this story will progress from here on!
>Romance
yes
>Twilight
Yay-
>Pinkie
YES. ALL OF THE YESSES. AND ALL OF THE YAY.
theres never enough of this pairing
You know the few paragraphs that had the explanation of how ponyville residents know their own and how they knew Twilight must be one of their own? That had me steadily laughing louder with each word until I was literally roaring with laughter, beating on the table, while reading it out loud. That was pure genius, thank you for coming up with that gem.
I was a little disappointed that it's just been following the cannon story so far, but it's the first chapter so I figure it's just setting the stage as it were. It also lost me when talking about Twilight not "understanding" at the party while staring at Pinky. What wasn't she understanding exactly? It goes to the whole Pinky sense thing after that, but I'm not sure if that's necessarily what it was referring to since chronological order got a little skewed in some places.
838387 Last story I predicted was featured, but I might not be wrong this time, just wait and see!
839857 I think it will
839893>>838387
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Oh this shall be good me thinks! lol looking forward to more!
838387 You're trying to apply logic to a crowd song. It doesn't matter where Pinkie is physically, when the song is going on everypony knows how it is being sung and what part of the song they are in. It's a magic all its own. Suspend your disbelief a little, you do it for the show don't you?
Heeeeeeello and welcome, everyone. This is my first crack at writing a multi-chaptered TwiPie story, so I guess we'll see how it goes!
Thanks so much for the comments and kind words. It's always nerve-wracking posting a new story, and I'm very pleased that many of you seem to like what I've got so far.
838124
HA. A thermonuclear disaster of AWESOMENESS, you mean.
838188
Shipping is magic, Obs! Do not fight it! (Hee.)
838202
Heh, thanks for the vote of confidence ... but, it's funny, every single time someone has said that about one of my stories, that story has never been featured. It's almost like a jinx.
838253
Thanks, Krizak! Especially good to hear your thoughts on the puzzle pieces aspect of the story and the shifting perspectives--it's kinda something new I'm playing around with.
838387
I didn't mean to ruin the specialness of "Winter Wrap-Up" but had been hoping to add some extra perspective to it. I'm sorry if the main effect, though, was to ruin that very lovely musical number from the show. (And as a few others have mentioned, this scene in the story is actually set during that musical number--which is, as best I can determine, the first time Twilight sings in the show.)
And yes, I doubt it will get featured, as well. But that's okay.
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Oh, I'm so glad you liked that part! I almost took it out, and now I'm happy I left it in. And there will be much of the story that deviates from the canon episodes in later chapters, I promise.
840107 Never read it, just guessed.
840107 I think what is always meant by that is that it should be featured. You write some of the best ships in this fandom Donny.
I like that you're following the series to show the development of their relationship. I also really liked that you're using different perspectives, too. I am curious though, to see how closely you stick to canon and whether or not your gonna wander away from it as the story goes on.
Overall, enjoyable read.
It's decent. A little disjointed and not always easy to place what's happening if you haven't seen the episodes in question recently (okay, most of them gave me no real trouble but I had to actually google dialogue to place "griffon a brush off" so I could figure out what Twilight was wrong about) but your characterization and dialogue are pretty good.
840150
Aww, thanks. I'm honored that you think so.
840743
There shall be wandering away later on, but I'm glad that you like the inclusion of canon thus far. Thanks!
843044
Sorry 'bout that. I'll try to make the future chapters a little less disorienting in that respect.
New Donny's Boy multi-chapter story?! Be still, my heart!
Also, Bon-Bon is totally a metaphor for this fandom, isn't she? Haha. Not looking at anyone in particular...
Seriously, I am looking forward to this one. I am a big fan of your longer stories. Always have been. And this one is looking promising so far. Keep up the great work, and I am eagerly awaiting the next chapter!
844243
Ha! If I'm being honest, Bon Bon is a metaphor for me. Also, I just liked the idea of Romantic Bon Bon playing off of Skeptical Lyra.
And thanks! As per usual, I shall endeavor to not suck!
844352 Pfft. You never suck. Sucking is something I am yet to see you do, so lets up that goal, shall we? Let's aim to be awesome instead. Rainbow would approve! :D
Also, Donny's Boy is best Bon-Bon. Just saying.
838387 Wasn't.... Winter Wrap-Up before the Gala?
I think the first thing that hit me about this one was that Pinkie Pie knows, with no self delusion, that most of the ponies at her party don't like her - or at least, they don't really want anything to do with her. The fact she knows that and still keeps trying says a lot, to me; she's throwing parties, and she wants people to like her, but she doesn't throw parties because she wants people to like her. That's probably obvious, but I still love it: She wants them to be happy no matter what, but she really, really wants them to be happy with her. It made me think about the start of A Friend In Deed, where she knows all there is to know about everybody - all I can picture now is her learning all these things, memorising them, caring about these people - and everyone just shunning her. Except Rarity. Rarity is awesome. And that's both horrible and amazing. Well done, sir.
The second thing I notice is you teasing me with RainbowPie that won't happen. Why do you insist on hurting me with your wonderful, wonderful stories, Donny's Boy? Is it because you hate me? Me, specifically? It is, isn't it?
Seriously though, the RainbowPie hints were excellent. And they made me very sad.
I also like Pinkie's reaction to Twilight and Spike. 'Yep. Feels important - friend time!' It's very Pinkie, and it's also kind of adorable and sad. Well done. I think my favourite part of this chapter might be the musing about Twi being destined for Ponyville, because it's so clearly true - Ponyville is a town of mad, mad, mad ponies. Awesome ponies. But mad ponies. And I can totally see them being able to peg the ones who'll stay. Heck, I bet Pinkie does it for them - she didn't rush to go greet Trixie, or the Flim Flam brothers, or any of the other one off ponies. Clearly, the welcome wagon is to be used only on permanent residents.
The whole Twilight reflecting scene is great, not just because it gives us some insight into Twilight but because - to my mind, at least - it draws a lot of parallels between them. It shows us that deep down, her biggest fear - even beyond not being seen as smart all the time, which made me giggle - is disappointing and hurting the ponies she loves. And those are, I think, the same things Pinkie Pie fears more than any other. Pinkie Pie is afraid of it because she's never really had friends, and she's scared the ones she has will leave her. Twilight...is scared of pretty much the same thing. Do correct me if I'm wrong, though - just how I read it. I like it. A lot.
"Pith helmets are totally romantic." had me laughing for about five minutes. I don't even know why. It was just hysterical - the whole scene was funny, but that's what made it for me. Love it.
And that last section? ...
....
....
It was perfect and amazing and I'm not sorry for a second that this isn't RainbowPie.
But don't tell anyone.
The last section was amazing though - I have to admit, I never really considered how much our dear Pink Pony would empathize with the song, and the meaning behind it. You pulled it off perfectly, and my hat is off to you good sir.
I look forward to more.
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Aww, thanks for another one of your in-depth reviews! I'm glad you've enjoyed it thus far, heretic TwiPie though it is. And you are not wrong. For the record.
I love it aleady! And can't wait to read the rest! Though, I'm pretty sure in one episode Rarity says she was born and raised in Ponyville...
...Cautiously optimistic. I came expecting a story that went beginning to end, not snapshot based. But it did keep things emotional and interesting.
A collection of TwiPie through the episodes. Awesome idea. It's interesting to see how Pinkie's life was before Twilight. Really cool. Will be keeping an eye on this one
It's hippologist not anthropologist in this case
Anthro- human
Hippo- horse
(Btw hippopotamus means water horse)
Another great story great job!
1543753 Hippologist or equiipologist, yes. Of course, there are plenty of tails where Miss Heartstrings is an Anthropologist, but this isn't one of them.
This story is fantastic (despite me hating TwiPie beyond belief) !
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Would that make an equine-operated government a "Hippocracy"?
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