The Pinkie Sense is a wonderful thing for Pinkie. She always adored that prognostic sense. She couldn’t fathom where she would be without it, slightly grimacing at the numerous terrible fates her ability had prevented (not to mention the fates of numerous construction workers).
Sometimes however, her Pinkie Sense deems it necessary to spice things up a bit, overloading her with strange new sensations of various intensities and types, sometimes even intense enough to morph her into strange forms (which she admits is not the most comfortable thing to experience)
One such occurrence begins as Pinkie is bouncing through Ponyville. A weird feeling starts to emerge around her waist, and her legs start experiencing an uncontrollable urge to dance around. Other ponies stare as they watch this new doozy emerge, with Pinkie’s hindlegs crossing between each other and separating again and her waist seeming to pull itself inwards into Pinkie’s body, her hindquarters rearing upwards in a strange and slightly suggestive fashion, with the fore of her body crouching down in a slightly pained fashion.
For a short moment, the doozy disappears. Over the next few seconds Pinkie’s mind starts racing, as she tries to determine what this new doozy is. After several hundred failed guesses, she finally comes to a conclusion;
“Maybe I should get Twilight to help me on this.”
With blinding speed, she races down the street towards the library, leaving spectating ponies confused and somewhat wary of their surroundings. She slows down as she reaches the door. As she steps to the entrance, the doozy returns, with fierce intensity. Pinkie couldn’t help but moan in pain at the uncomfortable feeling inside her, her legs dancing and crossing over each other.
Her eyes widen, a sudden epiphany striking into her brain. She knew what the doozy was now! She rushes into the library, facing a startled Twilight, “Twilight, I just discovered this new doozy!”
Twilight’s attention suddenly snaps into focus, “Spike! We got another doozy appearing, grab the notes and quill!”
“Oh, don’t worry Twilight, I know what it is now.”
Twilight’s eye narrows in stern concentration, “What does it mean Pinkie?”
Pinkie smiles sheepishly as her strange dance continues, “it means I need to use the little filly’s room.”
