Twilight Sparkle had been spearheading a scientific research project, leading her to design and build a fleet of ships never seen or heard of in the annals of time. Blasted forth on a wave of incurbable curiosity.

Once the first set of ships had been built, there is a flash of recognition, and the Pink mare takes it all over on the mere hint of where she could take it. Instant knowledge of what she had before her, and what it was pushing forth.

Celestia, Luna, Cadanse and even Twilight is staring in pure amazement and horror, the speed the project had taken up, on the instant Pinkie Pie stepped up, and pushes the project on with relentless force and ingenious changes, to what had been little more than a small fleet of ships.

Once the new commanders had been named, the differences are pushed into clear view and the ships are pushed forwards on the wings of what could be.

Magic is fickle; and sometimes it goes wrong, terribly wrong. What would it be like, to spend your life as a flightless Pegasus, never able to fly, while unable to use any of the Earth Pony’s inherited strength.

Incidentally, I now have the means to change this fate. If you can’t use my wings, you would trade them.

This is the first adventure in the line of many more to come. All explaining the process; Step by Step.

Living in Sunny Dale is fine, when you have your family with you. I have my sister living next room in our cottage. The only difference between the rooms is that hers is mirroring mine.

I have a Hero doll of Pinkie Pie, while she has one of Twilight Sparkle. I have mine living on my nightstand, and I treat her like a household deity, with all that goes with it.

If it is a common and regular life, but that is merely where it all begun. The shock only hit home as I saw my reflection in the mirror one morning. Being a filly, not what a boy is looking forwards to, or dreams of, now is it?

Seeing the real Pinkie Pie in the flesh, I guess I could contain my shock? She is just as exuberant and energetic as they had said, if not more.

In memory of: Shadowplay, A Hearth'swarming Tale, Surf and/or Turf

The gray little mare by the name of Auto Mail, lives just outside of the bustling village Ponyville, where she is crafting the mechanical creatures.

She loves selling them off to any Pony who wishes to have one, even makes them to measure and takes commissions whenever she can.

Being born an Earth Pony would make it tough on her, but thanks to her artificial horn and wings; she can easily perform the tasks required in her line of work.

A choice comes with consequences, and a tiny miscalculation is exacting the price. Once the scene play out, there is no changing your mind.

Why Chrysalis had chosen this white mare at the specific time, but when a certain Dragon sets his eyes on her, it is too late to change your mind.

Feeling the love emanating from the Dragon known as Spike sets off a chain of events, not calculated; but with consequences, just the same. Crysalis tries to ride the Bull, the best she can, answering his call.

Chrysalis is the Dark Knight, forgotten and abandoned by all, or it is what she had thought. Sitting alone in the cave, sobbing her eyes out, over all she had just lost.

A black heart, covered by an equally black skin, hard as rock. A lonely heart with none, and nothing left to yearn for.

Yet, there is something in the end of this tunnel, The hoof reaching out, pulling her up, out of the depth of despair she thought had already claimed her for good. Oh, for the pain that irony sliced out.

Everything Pinkie Pie does, is in good fun, and she couldn’t even consider actually hurting a single one of her friends, even as a joke.

Since there is a scene at Canterlot High, this was the obvious and perfect platform for her next step; to establish her very own Theatre Group.

A group of friends, or even a group as close as hers is good, but if she was establishing a theatre group, it could endure far beyond the school years. Besides, the joy would be spread far and wide; far beyond the walls constricting the school.

As the expert in preparation and throwing parties, Pinkie Pie was the obvious leader of the group; inviting key members in order to secure the quality of the performance and entertainment.

Rarity, Applejack, Sunset Shimmer, Vinyl Scratch and finally, Midnight Sparkle ended up as the obvious key positions. Bulk Biceps, Lyra, Bon Bon, Adagio Dazzle, Aria Blaze, Sonata Dusk and finally Octavia was obvious choices to complete the troupe.

In the aftermath of the interbreeding between Ponies and Humans in Equestria; Magic had it, that we now have numerous different forms of the offspring. I am the bipedal Pony.

Ponies, just like Humans; likes to have pets, and I had chosen the quadruped Human as my companion. A bit off and exotic, but that is the way my stripes are aligned.

I happen to be one of the Ponies who likes to wear clothes; if it is a fashion statement, or a remnant of the Human cultures; but this is who and what I am. With that said, I like my companion to have something to wear as well, something specifically made for her; that is.

Finding good clothes is a problem, so when I hear of Rarity in Ponyville, and her Carousel Boutique; I just had to go there, on the off chance she actually could, and chose to help me.

Pinkie Pie is on the loose, unsafe at any rate of speed. Even Twilight Sparkle gave up on explaining who or what she is. Wisely; after what she went through, in her vain efforts.

Wise beyond ages and incapable of forgetting, Pinkie is trotting through life in her blissfully ignorant manner.

Dr. Pi is the Pony who seems to be an Earth Pony, but then have more magic than the average Unicorn, and fly more and better than the average Pegasus on the street.

With the entire of Equestria as her Friendship Farm; she is quite the resourceful young mare.

Just like Madam Pinkie sees the future; never to be letting on, or telling you the full picture; when she could feed you the tantalizing image to tease your curiosity.

Of course, there is a Changeling and a Transformer in the town of Ponyville.

The little filly apparently had had it, and came up with what she could do in order to pull the plug on her problem.

Is waking up on the wrong side an excuse from what came to pass, the rest of that day?

With a straight face, a few giggles and what was to pass for a treat; a few files, polish and a face mask in gel form is all there is, and all it took.