A Study in Pinkie

by Dr. John Trotson

Rating: teen
Tags: Original Character, Snails, Gummy, Adventure, Pinkie Pie, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Dark, Rainbow Dash
Length: 4833

Rainbow Dash's Dissapearance catches the eye of Sherlock Hooves and Dr. John Trotson.

Rainbow Dash's dissapearance is noticed by her friends and the look to the greatest detective of all time; Sherlock Hooves and his partner Dr. John Trotson, and when Dr. Mareiorty is involved, Sherlock jumps on the case. Loosely based around the fanfiction "Cupcakes" by Sgt Sparkles. But hopefully not include grim dark.

Published 2012-03-22 00:14:02 UTC
Last updated 2012-04-03 00:50:33 UTC

The Game's Ahoof!!!

A Study in Pinkie. By Dr. John Trotson
My little pony and characters are owned by hasbro. Sherlock Holmes and Dr. John Watson are property of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. Sherlock Hooves and Dr. John Trotson are my creations so if you use them give credit to me. End of legal stuff.

Chapter One: The Game's Ahoof!!!
The day started out regularly at our apartment 221p Baker Street. Sherlock Hooves was once again in his impatient state: trotting around the room rambling to himself something about a "derpy", and how he didn't know what went wrong, which even I don't even fully understand the meaning of that,but then again, Sherlock is not a pony to be understood easily.
Sherlock was on one of his many"I'm bored because haven't had a good case" rants. It has only been a week since we last had a case, but to Sherlock, it seems like a year. The last case we had was a simple and unfulfilling mystery that included the Apple family in which their water supply had not been flowing properly into the fields. It turned out to be harmless beavers making their home in the supply lake. The apples then invited us to dinner and the food, aside from the apples, was delicious! When I asked Applejack what it was, she answered with a smile,"Beaver." I tried to hide my horror and looked over at Sherlock. He wasn't paying attention, his mind was elsewhere, his food was untouched, he was pondering something important. I wish I knew what. As we were walking home I asked him what was on his mind. He said nothing important, but I knew Sherlock did not simply think of nothing important! I he did, well, he would not be Sherlock! I decided to let him be, because, one, I didn't want to annoy him and, two, I had eaten beaver so I was done for the night also.
But enough with reminiscing, and back to the present. We received a visit from a Ms. Twilight Sparkle accompanied by four other of her friends around noon. There was a white coated- purple maned pony, who, by the way didn't look too bad, there was also Ms. Applejack from the previous case, a yellow and pink and somewhat shy pony, and a baby dragon who was staring at me somewhat menacingly as the white coated one batted her eyes at me. But I felt something missing from the group, more like somepony was missing. My thoughts were confirmed as our guests informed Sherlock and myself that their friend Rainbow Dash has been missing for quite some time.
" I just don't know why she would just leave like that!" Twilight exclaimed." I mean, we know her, and she doesn't leave without telling us!"
"Please calm down Twilight, dear, you're getting in such a terrible fuss!" said the white colored pony.
"I know," replied Twilight, its just everyone is taking it so hard, especially Pinkie."
"Where is Pinkie?" asked, more like whispered, the yellow pony as she looked around.
A suddenly full alert Sherlock sat up, he prodded them for information on this "Pinkie" character. They gave some of the basics then out came the questions, when did you first meet her, what is her purpose here, and others.
Sherlock didn't look entirely intrigued until they mentioned both Rainbow Dash's and Pinkie's last known location- Sugercube Corner.
For the first time I saw true surprise and excitement in his eyes, he hid it good but I have learned how to read his subtle emotions over the years we have worked together. Sherlock asked them what Rainbow Dash was doing there. They replied that she was helping the pony called Pinkie Pie make cupcakes.
Sherlock then thanked them for the information and almost literally shoved them out the door. He promptly slammed the door in their face and turned to look at me- there was somewhat crazed look in his eye that frightened me quite a lot. He bounded over to a bookshelf with a little laugh, and pulled a book. I heard some machinery starting to become active and the bookshelf started to open. As the bookshelf swung open to revel a secret room, Sherlock turned to me and exclaimed," Do you know what this means John?!" He said with a smile. Though of course I didn't know what he was getting at until I stepped inside the room and came to somewhat of an understanding. The small secret room, that I didn't know we even had, was covered in different colored strings, some small maps, and the newspaper's missing ponies pages. Sherlock finished writing something in a notebook when a was done admiring this interesting set-up. He put down the notebook and pencil and brought over a a string and some tacks with his magic and strung them up, mumbling something inaudible. Sherlocks brain was at work. He circled some stuff on the maps and news paper, then he walked over to a torn slip of paper with a number on it. He looked at it with a somewhat angered glare. He looked up and saw me staring, he slipped the paper away along with other slips with numbers and walked towards the epicenter of this mess which was a picture of Sugercube Corner and a happy looking pink pony. Sherlock turned to speak," I have been tracking this case since some of the first missing ponies. Though normally I would care less about the missing ponies, these all had one thing in common."
"That pink pony?" I guessed.
"Yes", he confirmed,"That pink pony.
I have been trying to get to her but every time I would come close she would escape my grasp. I have tracked her all over equestria and ended up here in Ponyville even before I met you." He pointed at me then continued," She has gone under many aliases, she is known now as "Pinkie Pie", as we've learned from our little meeting, but her original name is Dr. Pinkamina Diane Mareiorty." Sherlock has talked a lot about Mareiorty but never went into detail.
"So I am guessing you have enough information to finally descend on her position?" I asked.
"I believe so my friend!" Sherlock replied happily as I followed him out of his secret room, waited until I was out to put the book back which closed the bookshelf hiding the secret room within. He put on his hat and I my jacket and he walked over to the front door.
"Come now John!" he exclaimed as opening the door,"The game's ahoof!" Then promptly bounded out the of the apartment, leaving me to write a quick letter to the house keeper. Then, I too ran out the door after Sherlock. This is going to be interesting. I thought to myself; what an understatement it was.

End of chapter one. Let me know what you thought in the comments.

Don't eat the cupcakes.

My little pony and characters are owned by hasbro. Sherlock Holmes and Dr. John Watson are property of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. Sherlock Hooves and Dr. John Trotson are my creations so if you use them give credit to me. End of legal stuff.

Chapter 2:
Don't eat the cupcakes

As I struggled to catch up to a nearly galloping Sherlock I noticed I was getting hungry. Of course skipping lunch wasn't the best idea, now was it? I thought to myself as we continued along the street away from our humble flat, 221p. Sherlock said to start off at the place of interest, which was, unfortunately, Sugarcube Corner. I was about to object to the said plan, when I turned, and saw that Sherlock wasn't walking next to me. The initial reaction was panic, though in the war, we were taught to remove those type of thoughts, but now, knowing that the cause of the disappearing ponies was only a few blocks away. Then to include a note that fell from sky scaring the living daylights out of me. I soon discovered it was a note from Sherlock; it read, John, it's too risky to go in there as me. Just know I'll be with you at all times, and Mareiorty only knows me and not you yet. That "yet" part have me the shivers, the note continued, just keep it simple and don't give anything away yet. Do not become friends with her, it will come with a great cost, she will then have your number...
Best of luck!
Sherlock
P.S Destroy this letter.
P.P.S DO NOT EAT ANY CUPCAKES.
P.P.P.S actually order a cupcake but don't eat it bring it back so we can study it at the lab.
I was now very frightened now but I did as I was told and walked into the shop. An older mare and stallion were running the counter and the mare smiled at me when I walked in. I looked around the shop and it was very... Interesting to say the least. The overwhelming smell of sugar and dough filled my snout. I observe an array of pastries as I walked, including a very beautiful bright blue cupcake with rainbow icing. At the time I didn't give it much thought. I wish I would have.
The nice couple at the counter introduced themselves as Mr. And Mrs. Cake. I greeted them and asked if Pinkie Pie was there they nodded and Mrs Cake called Pinkie down.
"Pinkiiiiieeeee! There's someone here that wants to meet you!"
A high pitched voice answered,"Coming Mrs. Cake!"
A pink pony that was the same from the picture came hopping down the stairs, I cringed at the thought of it. 'I'll be with you at all times.' the words appeared in my head, but as I looked around, Sherlock was nowhere to be found. The only ponies there were some other ponies at tables and a pony with a harpsichord cutie mark talking to a pony with a long snout with a beard and a huge burly coat and matching hat. He looked familiar, but I couldn't quite put my hoof on it.
Pinkie brought me out of my thoughts."Hi!" she exclaimed with a huge grin, "my name is Pinkie Pie!"
She proceeded to give me the once over."Are you new in town?" she asked," Because I've never seen you before."
"I'm new in town," I lied," and someone told me this was the best place to get really good cupcakes!"
She beamed,"well whoever told you that was absolutely right!"
"Here, try one!" she picked up the blue colored rainbow frosted cupcake and handed it to me. It looked very delicious but the note said 'do not eat the cupcakes!' I thought, eh, one cupcake can't hurt. So i started to lift the cupcake up to my mouth and right as I was about to eat it, I was knocked over, and the cupcake was knocked to the ground with me. I looked to see who rudely bumped into me, and it was the pony in the burly jacket.oh "I'm sorry I din see ya thar!"he said with a heavy accent that sounded so familiar." Here let meh pay for tha'" he continued. As Pinkie was over cleaning the mess, the burly pony helped me up and said to me in a whispered to me in a harsh tone,
"What did I tell you about the cupcakes John?!" I yelped and flew backwards. Pinkie looked up from cleaning.
"Is everything alright John?" she asked.
"Yes," I replied somewhat dazed, " I just got a Charlie horse, that's all."
"Okie dokie Loki!" she replied with a smile and went to got toss out the cupcake.
"Wait!" said the burly pon- I mean Sherlock, " I'll take it."
"Really?" asked Pinkie," okay, but it's going to taste like floor."
"I'm not going to EAT it." Sherlock said quietly under his breath and took the cupcakes.
I decided that I have had enough of this so I waited until the disguised Sherlock left and said good bye to Pinkie.
"Bye John!" she said," I have to go make more cupcakes!"
She smiled and left to go make some more cupcakes, and later found out, to add my number.
I just got outside and got grabbed and pulled into an ally.
"You sir," said the now regular sherlock, "are not a good listener." He finished with a stern look on his face.
"Well, I didn't want to seem rude!" I replied.
You were not there to make "friends", you were there on a simple mission: Find Pinkamina, get a cupcake, don't eat it. Is it really that difficult?"
I looked away, feeling like I betrayed Sherlock.
"I'm sorry." I said

Sherlock calmed down a bit and said," Well the good thing is," he levitated the fallen cupcake out of his satchel," we have this!"

Back at the lab Sherlock was busy studing that cupcake, meanwhile, I was out on a job for Sherlock getting Rainbow Dash hair samples.
After many hours I found some hair samples over at Twilights house in a few Daring Do books.
I went back to the house and gave Sherlock the hairs.
"Ah, thank you John!" Sherlock said as he put the hair in the machine.
The machine then dinged and Sherlock smiled.
"John, call the girls and the dragon, I have found Ms. Rainbow Dash!"
"Where?!" I said excitedly.
He held up the cupcake and said, "Here."

End of chapter 2.

A Bad Apple

My little pony and characters are owned by hasbro. Sherlock Holmes and Dr. John Watson are property of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. Sherlock Hooves and Dr. John Trot son are my creations so if you use them give credit to me. End of legal stuff.
Quick note, if any of you is an artist, I need a picture for the story. Email to wui34777@gmail.com

Chapter 3
A Bad Apple.

I really should have seen that coming, but I didn't and nearly passed out. The war was nothing compared to this! I mean sure, I saw ponies internally and externally explode, but their remains weren't mad into cupcakes! To think, I almost would have eaten one of my own kind, if it wasn't for Sherlock.
Coming out of my shocked state Sherlock was over at the fridge putting the cupcake/Rainbow Dash into the fridge.
"We wouldn't want her to spoil she has to stay like this until she can stand on her own", he said with a small grin as if I knew his inside joke.
I was about to interject when the doorbell was rung.
I walked over and opened it to find Twilight and friends minus RD and Pinkamina, er I mean, Pinkie. Applejack had also brought her little sister, Applebloom, I would end up hating very much later.
"Ah girls your here!" Sherlock said butted me from the door way."Come in, come in!" he ushered them in. They all sat sown and waited for Sherlock to reveal where their friend was. Sherlock of course did his dramatic pause, as always before he reveals anything to our clients, he then told them his methods of investigating the matter then ushered them to the fridge.
"I present to you," he said as opening the fridge,"Rainbow Dash."
At first all the ponies thought it was a joke and laughed, but went silent when they saw Sherlock's serious look on his face.
"Tha' can't be Rainbow!" exclaimed Applejack.
Sherlock explained everything and showed the evidence to them. They then looked horrified at what was unfolding before them.
"We have to get pinkie arrested," Twilight said finally, "Spike get a letter sent to the princess about all of this."
The dragon nodded and asked me for a quill and some parchments , and I sent him to my desk with all of my supplies. A Sherlock was showing the DNA samples to Twilight, Applejack suddenly exclaimed,"Where's Applebloom?!" Everypony looked around, but she wasn't there. Sherlock looked up and said,"She's left to go warn Pinkamina."
"Why do you think that?" asked Applejack.
"Because," Sherlock replied," I see her running there now."
Everyone rushed to the window, and sure enough, Applebloom was galloping to Sugarcube Corner as fast as her little legs could carry her.
"Quickly," Sherlock exclaimed,"after her!"
Everyone ran out the door but Sherlock stayed. I paused at the door waiting for him.
"Come on!" I said.
"You go John, he said," I have to get some things."
And with that, ANOTHER secret door opened and he went in. I decided to go after the girls and left.
When I got to Sugarcube Corner the door was locked and Applejack was bucking the door with her hind legs with no prevail. Then from out of nowhere, I heard a voice call," get away from the door!" I turned to see Sherlock walking up in what I think he went to get. He wore a single bag that was hanging on his back, not on his sides, he also had a weird looking hooflet made of metal, and in his hand he held a small package. He walked up to the door and stuck the package on the door and said," You all have about ten seconds to get away from this door. Everyone looked at each other and cleared away from the door. The door then exploded open and we all rushed in, it was dark inside.
"Hit the lights!" I said.
The lights turned on and I knew where we had to go next:The basement.we got down there expecting to find her lair, but what we found confused even Sherlock. It was just a normal kirchen! No signs of blood or anything! Then Sherlock got an idea, he started walking around the room, knocking on walls, then he found what he was looking for. He pushed on an area of a wall, an it opened up. We were greeted by the smell of death and decay. Sherlock pulled out a match and lit some torches. What greeted us made me want to pass out, but I held the urge to; although I can't say the same for Rarity, she was on the ground out cold. As Fluttershy attended to her, Sherlock, Twilight, Applejack, and myself continued into the small dungeon room. Sherlock suddenly stopped an lit a hoof held lamp, and right before before us lay a crudely made taxidermy of Rainbow Dash. The girls gasped and Futtershy then presumed to faint as well. Sherlock sighed and continued looking around when we heard a slight whimpering sound from over near the jail cells. We walked over there and discovered none other than Applebloom curled up and crying.
"Applebloom?" Applejack asked.
Applebloom heard this and came over to the jail cell
"Sis?" Applebloom said as Applejack bucked the lock off.
They hugged and then Applejack bucked her across the room. She was crying and telling her everything about being Pinkamina's assistant.
"Tha's for helpin Pinkie kill all these ponies." she said with a stern face.
Applebloom got up and walked back over to us.
"Where's Pinkie?" Sherlock asked.
"Pinkamina locked me up and left fir Fillydaphia, I think she goin bah train, but Pinkie, is in here. She pointed to the jail cell and sure enough the was a very nutrient deprived Pinkie Pie. Then there was a very bright light and a thundering boom, we turned around to see princess Celestia standing in all of her glory.
"Ah," Sherlock said,"Good to see you got my message."
"I see you've finally found Pinkamina." she started as she walked over to Pinkie.
"Actually princess, that, is the real Pinkie, and she needs some energy because it looks like she's about to die, and Rainbow Dash needs to be resurrected. I do hope you brought DarkWing the Cloaked with you."
"He should be here shortly." Celestia answered.
And at that there was another bright flash of light and a pony as tall as Celestia and wearing a cloak appeared. All he did was simply tell us to bring Pinkie and Rainbow Dash over to him and he waved his horn over them. Pinkie Sprung up, fully pink and happy but the happiness faded when she saw Rainbow's taxidermic state.
"Gaaaaaaaasp!" Pinkie started," Dashie, what did that monster do to you!" she ran over to look at her.
"Stand back, please." said the cloaked pony," Sherlock, do you have the cupcake?"
Sherlock nodded and brought over the cupcake and sat it down by the taxidermic Dash. Sherlock and myself stepped back a bit, and he dipped his horn to the objects and a very blinding light appeared. After it died down, a very tired looking Rainbow Dash stood up.
"DASHIE!!!!!!!!!" Pinkie ran towards her and tackled her.
"Get off me you monster!" Rainbow Dash struggled out of her grip then stopped when she saw all of us.
"Girls, what are you doing here?!" she asked shocked.
We explained to her everything and all she did was nod and asked the occasional question. She glared at me when she learned I was about to eat her, I apologized many times.
Then when all the meet and greet stuff was over Sherlock told DarkWing to continue with all the ponies and then whispered something to the princess. Sherlock then walked over to me and said, "Come on John, we have a train to catch."

A/N:Sorry for taking so long to post this, I've been in Canterlot with Sherlock trying to stop an assassination atempt. And yes I just confirmed a sequel. But this story has about one more chapter to go. And attention all artists: I need a cover for this story and the next book," The Canterlot Assassin" so send and art to wui34777@gmail.com! And more news on my fimfiction blog so check that out and I'll get chapter four written and thrust into your hoofs! And also if you want to comment, please comment, I love seeing them:) and share this story with your friends, I'm trying to get this on EQD but I need a cover image. Any addition questions contact me at the email stated above. Happy reading!

The Final Finally.

My little pony and characters are owned by hasbro. Sherlock Holmes and Dr. John Watson are property of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. Sherlock Hooves and Dr. John Trot son are my creations so if you use them give credit to me. End of legal stuff.
Quick note, if any of you is an artist, I need a picture for the story. Email to wui34777@gmail.com

Chapter 4
The final finally.

We rushed over to the Ponyville Express and got to the boarding dock just as it was starting to leave the station. I scanned the windows to se if I could see anything, and then, I saw a flash of pink in cart 3 near the caboose.
"Sherlock, there in cart 3!" I exclaimed but Sherlock had also seen it and was half way there. I caught up with him and we were running along the train as it was chugging away. We were running out of station, the only thing left to do was jump. I saw an opening between cart 1 and 2 and took it, I jumped over and made it. I called for Sherlock to do the same and he got in between 2 and 3. I slid open the door with my hoof to find Sherlock waiting for me. What happened next happened to me in slow motion.
"Ah, good John," he said adjusting his metal hooflet and single back sack," now Pinkamina will probably be in fir-"
He was cut off as the sound of a knife being thrown was heard
"John..." he started and he fell forwards. There was a giant looking knife purtrudining out of his back sack; it went right through the thing, and red stuff, most likely blood was leaking from it. I gasped and looked up. Two of, most likely, Mareiorty's goons were standing in the doorway behind Sherlock's lifeless body. "NO!" I yelled furiously, I ran up and tried to attack but they simply caught me and sent me flying across the cabin on the train. I was seeing stars but when I came to I wittnessed the goons opening the train window and throwing Sherlock's dead body out the window.
Rage. That's all I felt.
I saw red and white as I ran up to the unprepared buff ponies and kicked the left one with my hind legs knocking him out the window and the other frantically tried to pull a knife out but I was on him before he even got a chance to attack. I bucked him into unconsciousness and ran towards the front o the train knowing Mareiorty was somewhere in first class.
I jumped from cabin to cabin knocking into caterers and passengers. When I reached the first class cabin, I kicked the door down and ran in and was picked up by an invisible force. There was a large chair behind a desk and a unicorn off to the side, which explains the binding. The chair spun around slowly to reveal Pinkamina Diane Mareiorty in all of her glory; her hair was flattened and she was a dull shade of pink and her cutie mark had changed to deflated balloons.
"Hello John," she said with a sly grin," how are you today?"
"You're plan has failed Mareiorty, it's over." I shot back, struggling in my invisible bonds.
"Just like Sherlocks life John," she smiled,"tell me, how long did it take him to die?" she laughed maniacally.
That did it I was done. I broke free and rushed towards Mareiorty, the unicorn over to the side who was holding me captive was frighted and jumped out the window. Mareiorty did the same except she made it onto the roof, I followed closely after only to get kicked in the snout by her, but it only made me angrier.
I got on the roof to find her waiting.
"You know," she started," I was really hoping this final battle thingy would be between me and Sherlock, but on the account that he's dead, I'll settle for his ignorant yes-colt."
I threw my self at her and grabbed her neck in my fore hoofs and squeezed. She struggled but then went silent. I let go of her and started to attempt to climb down, which, is not easy with hooves, but I was interrupted by a disheveled and angry looking Pinkamina. She kicked me off the train and I expected to died there and then, but when I opened my eyes, I was dangling close to the passing ground by rope that was extending from the window I was trying to get in. I was pondering how the rope got tied to me in the first place when I was hit with the full body weight of Pinkamina.
I was still attached to the rope but Pinkamina and I were bing dragged across the country side. There were the occasional punches and kicks, but the the opportunity came to be done with Pinkamina once and for all. We were approaching a bridge extending over a canyon. I gave her a final punch which seemed to daze her for a few minutes.
We started to go on the bridge and I lined up a good spot to drop Pinkamina, as I was about to drop her she woke up and screamed,"IF I'M GOING DOWN, YOU'RE COMING WITH ME!" she brought out a knife and cut the rope keeping me from falling with her. As we started to fall, I thought,This is it, I'm going to die now, and you know what? I'm okay with it.
I looked at Pinkamina and I noticed she was descending faster than I was, in fact, I had stopped falling entirely. I was getting reeled in. I watched as Pinkamina disappeared into the canyon below. I breathed a heavy sigh of relief.
As I climbed back into the train, I was greeted by the source of my saving, a familiar metal hooflet tied to Pinkamina's desk, and it's owner nowhere in sight and a note was sitting on the desk. It read:

John,

You can thank me later for your saved life, right now I need you to meet me in Canterlot, and hoped you liked my new invention. I call it a grappling hook!
Oh and I need you to stop by the market and pick me up more red dye, I seemed to use up the last of it.

~Sherlock Hooves.

The End?

A/N: Thanks everyone who gave this story a chance, i really had fun writing it! I am aiming at a Friday/Saturday release for the sequel: The Canterlot Assassin. Stay tuned and once again, thanks for being a great audience and liking the story. Read my blog for updates.
Happy reading!
~Dr. John Trotson