Chapter 7: Pinkie Pie and Best Pony: The Musical

“What do you want to talk about?” Pinkie Pie asked Best Pony, the two of them bouncing across the apple orchards.

“Well, since we haven't seen each other in, like, forever, I thought we could talk about everything.” Best Pony smiled.

“Everything?” Pinkie Pie stopped bouncing. “That's a lot of things.”

“Yeah.” Best Pony nodded. “Like, every one of them.”

“Where do I start?” Pinkie looked up, as if inspiration would fall from the sky.

“A song.” Best Pony giggled, waving her hooves like she was conducting an orchestra.

“I love songs!” Pinkie bounced high in the air as the music began to play.

Best Pony cleared her throat and began.
“Well, My name is Best Pony,
And you may well agree,
that I am the most perfectest,
fantasticest OC,

I've known you for my whole life,
which spans just one whole week,
But I've taught you everything you know,
and know all that you seek,”

Pinkie came in at that point.
“You may be called Best Pony,
you may have all the traits,
you may be an Alicorn, with a festive horn,
and fluffy, puffy wings.

But there's something you need to understand,
It will be clear to some,
that you did not teach me anything,
especially being random.”

Best Pony came up behind Pinkie, holding a bag of party things.
“Oh, please, Pinkie remember,
that before you had met me,
you were living on that old rock farm,
and now plainly you see.

With balloons and style I made you smile,
and prompted all the rest,
Which is why that you love parties so,
and why I am the Best.”

Pinkie Pie had to stop her right there, shaking her head madly.
“Please listen to me Best Pony,
Or whatever your name is,
Randomness can not be taught,
it's simply who you is.”

She paused to check her grammar, and quickly gave up, seeing as the music was still playing.
“I've put a lot of work into making ponies smile,
you can't just come right out and say that it's been you all the while.”

Best Pony started to giggle before her next verse.
“Well, come on cousin Pinkie,
I'll keep all of this down,
but you need to see it was all me,
who taught you how to clown.

I showed you all these party tricks,
and games that's to be sure,
with streamers, flicks, awesome music,
and magic tricks galore.

You know all this about me,
see my tail, wing and horn,
aren't you glad too see, cousin Pinkie,
your teacher's an Alicorn?”

Pinkie started poking the wings and horn.
“I've been meaning to ask about that,
how does that even work?
Applejack and I are earth ponies,
we like digging in the dirt.
But you're an Alicorn,
and as you can plainly see,
that my sides are blank, just fur and flank,
there are no wings on me.”

Best Pony saw the confusion and tried to explain.
“Well let me tell you cousin,
perhaps I wasn't clear,
but I'm what some call 'chosen one',
born each two thousand years.

I am an Alicorn, yes,
and Celestia's prized pupil,
also teacher to Dash and Fluttershy,
why, you could say I rule.

I'm not making this up, though,
yet some would say I am,
but I swear it's all in my bio,
it's surely not a sham.”

Pinkie had to set her straight.
“It may be in your bio,
but this you have to see,
that all of those things you did not do,
you're simply an OC.”

The music cut off and Best Pony looked at Pinkie. “I am an OC. But I really did do all of those things, you've gotta believe me, cousin.”

“Look, Best Pony.” Pinkie looked her in the eye. “You seem like you're really nice. You're probably a lot of fun at a party. But some things just can't be made up. You have to see that it's true.”

“I see what you mean.” Best Pony perked up. “If I want you to believe me, I have to throw you a party, right?”

Pinkie's mouth hung open. “No, I mean-”

“I've got it.” Best Pony began to bounce away. “I'll throw you the biggest, bestest party you've ever had, and that will prove that we're related. Great idea, Pinkie Pie!”

“Waaaaaaaaaaait!!” Pinkie called as Best Pony was leaving her behind.

“Why did that never cross my mind?” Best Pony smiled wider than ever. “To prove I'm a Pie, and therefore prove everything else I've said as true I just need to throw the best Best Pony Party ever thrown in Equestria. How will I ever top the idea for having a Grand Galloping Gala?”

The door to the Carousel Boutique swung open and a familiar Pink Alicorn stepped in. Inside, Rarity was furiously working away at putting six new dresses together for the upcoming show. She had spent most of the day salvaging fabric and dresses so she would not have to start from complete scratch. She was so focused on getting everything right, she did not notice the newcomer.

“Hey, Rarity.” Best Pony giggled, noticing how silly a frantic unicorn looked. “Whatcha up to?”

Rarity stopped dead in her tracks upon hearing the familiar voice behind her. Slowly, she turned her head to look at the pink Alicorn with the rainbow mane. Upon seeing her, Rarity's mouth fell open and she began to shake. Nervously, she looked around the room at all of her hard work.

“One moment, please.” Rarity squeaked nervously before screaming around the room, hiding dresses and patterns anywhere they would go. Closets, bags, picnic baskets, barrels, nothing was safe from hurricane Rarity. She finally stopped in front of Best Pony, adjusted her mane and smiled nervously. “How can I help you, darling?”

“I just need a little fabric.” Best Pony grinned. “Between you and me, I'm throwing a party for Pinkie Pie.”

“Oh!” Rarity gasped, looking around the room to be sure that her best materials were safe from the savage grasp of the pink Alicorn. “Well. Um... That is very kind of you to do, dear. What can I help you with?”

Best Pony thought for a moment. “I need a bunch of colours, Pinkie's all about colours, just like me. Lots and lots of colours!”

“Which ones did you have in mind?” Rarity asked nervously, thinking she would say the usual colours of the rainbow.

“I need me some o' dat Fiery Rose, Sizzling Sunrise, Heat Wave, Lemon Glacier, Spring Forest, Absolute Zero, Winter Sky, aaaaaaaaaaand Frostbite!” Best Pony smiled broadly.

Rarity's mouth hung open. She quietly closed it and walked over to her desk. She picked up a quill and paper and moved back to Best Pony, using her magic to hold the tools in front of her.

“What did you say those colours were again?” Rarity sighed.

“Fiery Rose, Sizzling Sunrise, Heat Wave, Lemon Glacier, Spring Forest, Absolute Zero, Winter Sky, and Frostbite!” Best Pony repeated, bouncing when she said frostbite.

“Alright, darling.” Rarity began, tucking the quill and paper away. “Did you happen to date a box of crayons growing up?”

“How did you know?” Best Pony gasped, now it was her turn for her mouth to hang open.

“I'm not even going to question it.” Rarity shook her head. “I can get you the colours, but it may take a while, can you wait?”

“For more or less than ten seconds?” Best Pony frowned, looking around the boutique nervously.

“More than ten.” Rarity face-hoofed.

“I guess.” Best Pony groaned. She immediately perked up, bouncing nearly to the ceiling. “While you do that, I'm gonna get the other stuff ready!” She streaked out of the boutique in a flash of colour.

“Well, I guess I'd better get back to work.” Rarity grumbled as she began to fish dresses out of everywhere. She found one she had decided would be her masterpiece, but all of the pins that had been painstakingly holding the intricate pattern together were gone, and the pieces of fabric fell to the floor, along with a note. Rarity picked up the note and read the flowery writing of a certain Alicorn.

“Dear Rarity.” The white unicorn read aloud. “I needed some pins for what I'm planning, so I hope you don't mind that I borrowed some of yours. Sincerely, Best Pony.”

Rarity looked down at the fabric on the floor and fell over on one side. “I'm doomed.” She muttered, poking at the fabric with a hoof and pitying herself. Noticing nopony was around to see it and comfort her, she rolled back onto her hooves and got back to work with a huff.

Author's Note

I did not make those colours up! I wanted her to be so obscure I had to google "Crayola colours" and skim a list to find some that would work.
-Cog out.