It was the knocking that woke Twilight.

It was midnight. Why someone was knocking on her door at midnight was beyond her, and she’d just gotten to sleep. She glanced out the window, seeing Pinkie in front of the door, standing in the rain, mane flattened. Whatever she wanted, it looked serious. She stumbled downstairs, still half-asleep, and grabbed the door with her magic, yanking it open. Pinkie just stood there, staring. Twilight started to talk in an attempt to get Pinkie to explain herself.

“Pinkie, are you-“

“I’m dying.”

That simple sentence, those two words, completely silenced Twilight. She didn’t know what to say. She’d never been in any situation like this. What made it worse was the way Pinkie had said it. There was no panic, no worry, no anything. Her voice remained completely neutral. Pinkie noticed Twilight wasn’t going to respond anytime soon and decided to elaborate.

“It was a toxin. A natural one, produced by about three, no, four plants in the Everfree. I didn’t know Golden Rose was one of those. Last time I trust a guide book written in Canterlot.” She smiled as she said this, despite the grim message. She continued, “Should take about, I don’t know, half an hour to take effect, attack the heart, and…” she trailed off.

“Why are you telling me this?”

“Because there’s something you need to see. And it can’t wait. Could you do me a favor and get Rarity? Tell her to grab any fabric and some sewing supplies, and meet me back at Sugarcube Corner in five minutes.” With that, she sprinted away, not even waiting for a response.

It was the knocking that woke Rarity.

“Now who would wake me up at this hour? A mare of my caliber needs her beauty sleep.” she grumbled as she stumbled down the staircase to the front door, noting that nopony else seemed to have been awoken by whoever was mad enough to knock on the front door at two minutes past midnight. She opened the door and was greeted by a flash of purple light, a telltale sign of a recent teleportation spell.

"Twilight dahling, you know you're allllways welcome at carousel boutique, but what are you doing at this hou-"

"Pinkie’s dying.”

The same words had an almost identical effect on Rarity. She just stared at Twilight, as if she’d grown an extra head.

"Grab some fabric, and a sewing kit! Quickly, follow me!"

Rarity didn't question the bizarre orders as she dashed to the organized chaos she called a workdesk and retrived a cut of white cloth. Using her magic to pick up a needle and thread, she double checked her grasp on the items in her aura before dashing out the door to join Twilight.

“Pinkie? We’re here. Where are you?” Twilight called out.
“In the basement. Come dow-AAAAGH!” Pinkie screamed. Twilight and Rarity both darted into the basement, where Pinkie was in the middle of a pile of boxes, pulling herself up. She saw her friends and gave them a weak smile. “Turns out I only had a couple of minutes. Whadda you know?”

“Pinkie, why are you down here?” Twilight asked.

“Help me find a particular crate, about my size. It’s got ‘Pinkie’s Property’ written on it.”

The three of them got to work, and it wasn’t long before Rarity called out, “Found it! Over here.” Pinkie and Twilight rushed over, and Pinkie nodded. Before anyone could react, Pinkie struck out with her hooves. The crate shattered into millions of splinters, and despite her bleeding hooves, Pinkie continued to stomp the box down.
She paused, and dug her way into the box to pull out a small mirror.

Twilight stared at the silver mirror, a hint of recognition flashed in her eyes. "Pinkie! Where did you get that?!" She knew what that mirror was!

It was a portal to the human dimension.

"I need you to keep it safe. KEEP IT SAFE!" She screamed the last sentence and shoved the bloody mirror into Twilight's hooves.

“Look... I haven’t got much time. Here’s the basic thing. I’m not a pony.”

“What do you mean, you’re not a pony? I can see you’re one,” Rarity said, “Look Pinkie, if this is a prank, it’s gone on long enough.”

“It’s not a prank. I wish it was. But I’m serious, I’m not a pony. I’m… I can’t hold it off any longer. Just… get back. And I’m sorry I have to go. Hope the new me’s as good as the current me.” Her head and her hooves started glowing, a gold gas-like substance coming off of them. The blood fell to the floor with an audible 'drip'.
“Goodbye Twilight, Rarity. Thanks… for everything.”

"And rarity..... get the needle ready."

Her hooves shot out from under her, spilling golden light everywhere. A stream of the light flowed from each of the hooves and her face, obscuring her from sight. Rarity and Twilight looked at the glowing pony with terror written on their faces, unsure of what was going on. After a long minute or two, the lights faded to reveal a distinctly not-Pinkie pony.

The new... creature was much taller than Pinkie was, but thinner too. She had a pale peach hide with an orange and pink mane that came down into a poofy ponytail. Her muzzle was smaller, with light sun spots dotting her cheeks and nosebridge. She had no identifiable cutie mark, and her long legs splayed behind her, each limb ending in what appeared to be... dragon digits? Her Blue eyes opened as she got up. She opened her mouth and…

“Okay, there we… Ooh, new voice. That’s… new. Right, so,” The creature turned over to her back and lay a single elongated paw over her neck. "Oh oh oh! That’s very new. Now, let’s see… there’s something I need right now… something very important… Oh that’s right!”

The strange creature looked at the silent Twilight and Rarity.

“Can you make me a dress?”
And with that, she collapsed.

Author's Note

A/N: Hi! Updates to this story will come out every sunday. If I don't update, I'm probally at a camp or am grounded. This story's first chapter is HEAVILLY influenced by the story "the new pinkie" byLuigilewis889. It doesn't have many views, and I don't think It's being finished. I took the idea and molded it into something else. Sorry about my literal direct plagiarism of the story, No other chapters will do what this first one has done.