My name is Pinkie Pie. I'm forty-three.

I am an entertainer, a protector, a comedian, a wife, an organizer, a baker, and a mom. I am even on occasions a musician.

Since the first portal opened seventeen years ago, ponies have discovered a lot of human creations we never bothered to invent. One of these is punk.

Beyond the fact that guitars work very differently here is the more pressing matter that none of us are actually angry enough to make punk music. Equestria is no utopia, but our list of things to complain about is much smaller than a typical human's. Our rulers are far too pleasant to muster any anti-establishment energy towards, and our protest songs remain cordoned safely within the folk genre. Ponies, it seems, are not punk.

Three years ago, my good friend Rarity dared me to change that. On a whim, I actually did.

My name is Pinkie Pie, I'm forty-three, and this is the story of Ponk Rock.