Pinkie Gets a Horn
Pinkicorn
by Sudofox
PINKIE PIE, THE pony with a degree in quartuparietology, bounced happily out of the Everfree Forest. Just a few minutes before, she had met with Zecora in the dim, bluish light. She now held a potion, which glowed a faint pink color, perfectly fitting:
Here, take this mixture, my newest brew
It contains what you asked for, prepared for you
But be forewarned, Pinkie! It may not all last
The magic, you see, may fade into the past.
Now, go, Element! You must not tarry!
Pinkie went down the path, not a cloud in the sky.
With her destination clear, what could go awry?
“...and two bits is your change.” said Applejack,
Giving the pony said two bits back.
A familiar bounce could be heard down the street:
It was none other than Pinkie Pie’s pogo stick feet.
“Hi, Applejack!” Pinkie emphatically called. She seems pretty happy - well, more than usual, I’d say., thought Applejack as she munched on some hay.
Down the path she flew, stirring up sand,
and without further ado, cleared Applejack’s stand!
“What in tarnation?!” cried Applejack, “Pinkie Pie!---hey, PINKIE PIE!”
Pinkie stopped, turned around and replied:
“I can’t stop now, I need to go:
For I've a very important party to throw!”
Pinkie started right back on her way. But, as she turned around, her mane shifted a bit. Applejack dropped the bag of apples she was holding.
“Oh, sweet Celestia, oh no...” she said,
For she had seen, quite clearly
A pink horn on her head.
“What should I do first?” said Pinkie Pie, “I’ve always had magic, but now I can concentrate it too!” As she came to the small fountain in the middle of town, an idea hit her, knocking her over. She sprang back up. “Aha! Who needs chocolate fountains? I can create something better!”
She lowered her head, pointing her horn at the center of the fountain stem. Come on... she thought, concentrating. With a pleasant tinkling noise, her horn started glowing with a beautiful pink light.
The fountain stopped flowing.
Pinkie gritted her teeth and strained, her horn blazing with what now was a ruddy reddish-pink color. And where water used to flow...
The fountain erupted with pastries and treacle tarts!
Delighted, Pinkie Pie ran off, leaving the fountain behind; which continued to pump out pastry after pastry.
“Now what should I do?” wondered Pinkie aloud. “I need an idea.”
She thoughtfully thought, and out of nowhere brought
the party supplies she had recently bought.
Streamers, confetti, and balloons all lay
At Pinkie’s feet, the pink Potter’s clay.
“Hrm... I’ve thrown a party for everyone in town, but what about in other places?”
What should I do, reader?
Discord, you say?
But Discord turned me mean! A party? No way!
Hmm... I suppose you’re right though, I must agree
With nothing to do, and nothing to see,
Gosh, Discord must be quite lonely!
I feel bad for him..Nopony deserves to be lonely...
You’re invited to a party in the Canterlot Gardens!
Today, 4 PM
You’re welcome to come!
But here are some rules: you must follow each one:
- You must wear a silly costume. Make it as random as possible!
- Be early or late, but do NOT come on time.
- No fighting, please!
- Pinkie Pie!
Twilight set the letter down. “Spike!” she called. Spike didn’t come. Instead, there was a sharp rap on the door. “Coming!”
Twilight opened the door. Mayor Mare stood there. Covered in...
“Er... is that... frosting?” asked Twilight. It slowly dripped onto the doorstep. The Mayor just stood there. She seemed to be in shock. “Mayor?”
Mayor Mare snapped out of her reverie: “Oh! Twilight Sparkle! We. Need. Your. Help!”
“Whatever could be the problem, dear Mayor?”
“What’s the big problem? Why, look right out there!”
And Twilight so did what the Mayor requested
as by now she was really quite interested.
“Oh, my!” cried Twilight, “It’s a giant... pastry... oh, no, Pinkie Pie...”
The mammoth cherry danish rolled down the path
Tearing up sod, displaying its wrath.
Twilight geared up and fired, but to no avail.
But she knew, at this task, she must not fail!
Twilight tried again and again to eliminate the pastry, but did not succeed. “Oh, no!” cried the Mayor, “What shall we do? What do you need?”
“Hrm... if I were a pastry... what would I do? No, no, no... that won’t work...
“AHA! I know what to do! It resists my every spell, so
I really must tell...
“SPIKE! SPIKE! COME HERE AS WELL!” bellowed Twilight.
Soon he came. “Here’s what to write!”