The Minority Pony

So, I continue my life. I run my karaoke bar, and I deliver packages, and I write my song for Rainbow Dash. I get shot at a few times, and I think that the pony spying on me has something to do with my Mafia identity. I have not spoken to Octavia Melody personally in some time, but she says she wishes to see me quite soon. I told her that I could arrive at her home that Saturday, but when I walk about in Canterlot, I run into the annoying receptionist who is too damn thin.

"Stay away from Octavia, Pinkie Pie! Leave Canterlot, leave Ponyville, and don't come back!" she shouts. All right, so this is bad. She knows who I am. So I respond in the most calm, collected, mature manner possible.

"Shut your stupid face, you dumbass! I am going to see Octavia whether you like it or not! I am not Pinkie Pie, and I will never be Pinkie Pie!" I say. She frowns.

"I know who you are, Pie. You're a clone," she says in her simpering French accent. That's when I run. How does she know? Is it the pony with the binoculars? Who could that be, who has cause to hate me? I have not done anything to... I helped wreck the entire town of Ponyville. Anypony could hate me. Curses, and I thought my record was clean. Well, it is possible that I could try to claim that I was but one of a roving pack of Pinkies, which is true, but if they are already set against me, I daresay nothing will help. I put my head into my hooves. The moronic receptionist was only trying to help with what limited mental capacities she had. And I yelled at her, like a jerk. So I get on a train, I leave Canterlot, and I put Octavia down for Saturday. When I arrive in Ponyville, I change my disguise to that of Karaoke Dokie, and I open my bar once more.

My first customer is a mare from the Wiccan coven which I am a part of. She looks scared.

"Karaoke, Ivy is talking about booting you out of the coven, again! She doesn't even wear boots! I know this is serious, okay?" she says, looking from side to side worriedly. I smile a fake smile, and laugh a false laugh.

"Oh, I have nothing to fear from her," I say confidently, "would you like a drink?" She shakes her head rapidly, and runs out the door. I am not really all that confident. Then business picks up, and I am back to normality. I am doing fine. So one skinny receptionist-what is her name? Florrie Lee? Well, she warns me of danger. Screw danger! I LAUGH AT DANGER! I AM A FORCE OF NATURE!