Rainbow Rocks: Devil Worship is Magic

At a later date, the girls gathered yet again at the fairgrounds, which were relatively untouched since the last meeting and was only made more lovely in the grand sunny day, to discuss the progress of how things were going. Of course the location served as an odd juxtaposition to the girls who were in varying states of disarray. All except for Twilight, of course, who had been studying lyrical and vocal talents which left her virtually unharmed.

“Jeez, you all look like you’ve been through alot. So how much progress have you all made?”

The technicolor teenager, Rainbow Dash, opened up with a victorious proclamation. “I beat Trixie in a shred-off!”

“Really? That’s great! How did you do it?”

“Well I started playing and then I transformed and then I won.”

Twilight blinked several times before accepting that what she heard was true. “You changed into your, um, pony form?”

“Duh. I mean, Trixie had some good skills, but there was no way she could compete with the best.”

“Dash,” Twilight said flatly and held her friend by the shoulders. “That’s cheating. We’re not going to be cheating.” With this said, her rainbow associate nodded in compliance. Then she turned to the rest of her friends. “Alright, so how many of you also cheated?”

You know how many hands went up? Every. Single. One. Indeed, even the timid Fluttershy had her hand up sheepishly.

“Fluttershy, not you too!”

She flinched at this exclamation and tried to conjure an excuse. “Well, you see, me and Rarity had some trouble with the hamsters.”

“Hamsters? Rarity, what is she talking about?” Twilight’s sight shifted to Rarity, whose eyes were figuratively frozen and was wearing tatters of her formerly jewel-adorned dress and was covered in an assortment of bandages on any exposed limbs she had.

Before she could ask what happened, Rarity in a pure deadpan voice stated “The hamsters. So few survived. Carl Pettington was one of the few who lived through the hamstercaust. They bit, and clawed, and,” She broke down to tears and fell to her knees. “Please don’t make me live through it again!”

“Okay, okay, settle down.” Twilight hung her head in defeat. “Great, Rarity’s down and out.”

Speaking of whom, she just so happened to pop up and wiped off the ever so dreadful dust off her clothes. “Oh, not at all. In fact, I happened to acquire the piano with little issue.”

Again, absolute surprise from one of her friends. “Rarity, that’s great! Do you think you’ll be okay to play on stage?”

Rarity waved off any doubts of the contrary. “Oh darling, have a little faith. I may have some compassion for those abhorrent rodents but I have far too much love for my friends to abandon them. Plus as long as the Little Richard museum doesn’t investigate, we shall be just fine.”

“Fantastic! In that case, we still might be able to salvage this.” Twilight wiped off her drenched forehead with the back of her hand and turned to her ever so rustic friend. “So Applejack, how’s the practice coming along?”

“Yeah, about that? I got some bad news.”

And again with another tense situation. “Alright, I’m going to give this a chance. What’s wrong?”

“My granny hocked the bass at a yard sale,” Applejack admitted while guiltily scratching the back of her neck.

Twilight tried to form a reaction through words, but all that escaped her mouth was a breathless “Gufuh?” She then pinched her nose to try and regain her composure and formed a more coherent sentence. “Alright, we can fix this. We just have to get a new bass, no sweat.”

“Which means I didn’t have the chance to practice, so I can’t play for beans right now.”

Twilight started sweating. Hard. “Eyeah, let’s change the subject, please. Pinkie Pie, how have you been coming alo-”

“I CAN PLAY THE POTS AND PANS!”

This sudden exclamation nearly knocked Twilight away and frazzled her hair, so now this entire group of colorful ruffians were matched in disorder. “Okay. Thank you Pinkie Pie.” Her friend then settled down and Twilight then focused on collecting her thoughts. “Well, at least we’re a little bit closer to being able to compete. Does anybody have any suggestions?”

Pinkie Pie raised her hand.

“Anybody at all?”

Pinkie Pie started jumping with her raised hand. “Oh oh, pick me Twilight!”

“No other suggestions?” Twilight looked around and could not avoid it any longer. “Okay, Pinkie Pie. What’s your idea?”

Pinkie Pie squealed with delight and kept on hopping around. “Well, you said we should study so I decided to watch a few movies on Rock ‘n’ Roll, and I know how we can get skills and quick.”

“Pinkie Pie, that’s great! What movies did you see?”

“Hell’s Bells: The Dangers of Rock ‘n’ Roll and Tenacious D in The Pick of Destiny.”

“That’s wonderful Pinkie Pie,” Rarity congratulated. “So what did you learn?”

“Alright, we need to make a deal with the Devil.”

“The Devil?” Asked the girls in unison.

“Yeah, we just need to find this guy named Satan and sign a contract or something and he’ll teach us everything we need to know in just a few short hours.”

“This sounds like a scam,” Twilight pointed out. “Is this a scam?”

“Every band that took the deal is now rich and famous, so it definitely works!”

“Well now that sounds like a plan! So where can we find this ‘Devil’ fella?” Applejack asked.

Pinkie Pie just blinked for a few moments before stating plainly. “I don’t know.”

Twilight sighed as their progression was halted. “Fair enough. Well let’s think about this, where would we find some guy called the Devil?”

All the girls began thinking on the subject, before Pinkie Pie started hopping and raising her hand.

“Yeah Pinkie?”

“Well, the Cakes at Sugarcube Corner have this thing called Devil’s food cake. So wouldn’t it make sense that he would come by, looking for his food?”

“You’re not wrong, but that’s a little silly.” Twilight then shrugged off any doubt. “But it’s the best chance we got. So onwards to Sugarcube Corner!” And with this the girls all stampeded their way to the local bakery.