Pinkie stared out over Ponyville from her room above Sugarcube Corner and carefully tried to plan her day out to the most maximum amount of fun that she could- barring any odd extra events she could usually do her job of giving the whole town, or at least a good portion of it, the maximum amount of fun without causing her to go into a complete frenzy. Cause she didn't want another event of Pinkamena to come again. Once was good enough for her and the town in general.

She felt a wash of her Pinkie Sense as she walked through her bedroom door and took her few necessities- a bag full of party supplies, a snack or two to keep up her nearly boundless energy, and a few drinks for refreshment. Even though some ponies thought she ran on pure sugar that wasn't completely the case.

She looked at her list of events for the week and ran through them carefully. "Okay, so hanging out with Rainbow and Butterscotch won't be too difficult since they just wanted to see me and hang out. Applejack only wants me to see the barn raising tomorrow and Rarity wants me to look over some designs for a few more exciting dresses. Oh and then Twilight is just Twilight so she probably will come up with some odd spell she came up with. Those are always super duper exciting. So barring any odd happenings, it can't be too hard to make everypony happy."

"Pinkie, don't be stupid like me. I mean the act to get this mess was fun, I mean really fun, but ugh." Dash leaned back in her chair, the swell of her pregnant stomach looking far larger than her five months on her small frame. She carefully tried to lean forward and winced. "Butterscotch, I hope when this baby pops out, I don't die."

Butterscotch eeped as he carefully tapped his hooves together. "I told you, Dashie, I was super sorry about that."

Dash rolled her eyes. "It's been five months and you still don't know when I'm kidding. Okay. I don't want to die cause I might want to have a chance to have another one. Plus I would love to use some form of protection but the Wonderbolts do drug tests. . ."

Pinkie cocked her head. "I don't think those are the drugs they'd be searching for."

Dash shrugged. "It's a drug isn't it? I mean sure its not the usual one, but it still does something. Plus if I don't take it, its more exciting for me. Anyway, its not like Scotch's batter can really be stopped anyway. He doesn't look like it, but he becomes a freak in bed."

Butterscotch blushed. "Dash, I don't know if this is completely appropriate for Pinkie, I mean its a lot."

Dash laughed. "I'm not being too explicit. And anyway I doubt Pinkie would be wanting something like we got anyway. No offense. Pinks, but you just don't seem the type to do something so reckless."

Pinkie nervously laughed. She had thought about relationships before- nothing too major- but she had seen how nice it could be with the Cakes and her fillyhood of the rock farm, while not perfect, gave her memories of fun times with her sisters. The feelings of need that she could feel when she was alone in bed, quietly thinking of the future and all that, well, fun and excitement that could result. She could feel butterflies in her tummy as she thought of the possibilities. And most of the feelings that had been in the background were all because of one rather loud, if fun to be around, pegasus. "Oh yeah, that's totally not me. I mean have you seen me? A baby would totally slow me down."

Dash nodded. "Knew it. I mean come on I wouldn't know how you'd take care of like a foal and the entire town's yearly supply of parties. I'd probably die trying."

Pinkie laughed, and let her friend's unknowingly careless words glide off her like rain. "I do take care of the Cake Twins every once in a while. And the Cakes don't even have to pay me cause the two of them aren't too bad if you just go with the flow."

Dash waved a hoof. "Yeah, but like that's two of them and they aren't related to you. No offense, but imagine a mini you. Like one of you is an experience. If there were more, I think the world would end."

Butterscotch rolled his eyes. "Doubt it. Though the sheer amount of excitement would put a damper on my alone time." The yellow stallion shook his head as he knew exactly what his marefriend was thinking. "And no, Dash, when I said 'alone time" I didn't mean our time together. I meant fully alone, by myself, time."

Dash crossed her arms over her large stomach and sighed. "Come on Scotch, you heard what the doctor said a few days ago- no sex for like three months. I mean come on. I mean sure, the average mare can deal with their urges just fine. But they aren't holed up with an 'epitome of virile stallionhood' like your dick."

Butterscotch stopped pouring the tea for the three of them and stared at Dash for a moment and sighed. "Seems like you've been putting those Daring Do books to fantastic use, I see. And you are just incorrigible about it. I keep telling you that signing me up for all those weird contests you think I'd like is a terrible idea."

Dash sighed. "Yeah, but I can't sign up for Equestria's Hottest Bachelor. And you have modeling experience anyway."

Butterscotch closed his eyes for a moment and facehoofed. "I knew that helping Rarity out that one time would cause issues."

Dash sighed. "Well at least you didn't pose for Playmare. That would have been something but knowing you it would have made my task of showing you off so much easier."

Pinkie looked at the time on Butterscotch's wall, the conversation now getting a little too awkward and personal for her to play off. And she could just hint that she was almost going to run late. Nopony questioned her about things like that. She carefully dug out her list of events for the day and scanned it. "Well, I'm sorry guys, but it seems like Rarity had something come up with a. . . dress. She was asking about how to use party materials in dresses." She grinned, hopefully not letting her eyes give her little white lie away.

Dash groaned. "Fine, fine. Just don't let her con you into getting into a dress. She was trying to get me to try out maternity dresses a few weeks ago and I couldn't say no cause I couldn't zip out as fast as I could in the past. . .well, don't forget I told you that I wanted to hang out tomorrow."

Pinkie cocked her head. "I don't think you did. I mean I have AJ's barn raising to go to and helping Twilight with a spell tomorrow. And Butterscotch asked if I could throw a party for one of his animals on the side."

Dash shrugged. "Nah, I totally asked you to hang out, I think. I mean its hard to forget the monthly pranking. And I'm not gonna let these twenty extra pounds ruin my attempts at pranking." Dash punctuated that statement with a tap of her hoof on the table. "I mean what would I be if I slowed down or got less awesome?"

Butterscotch piped up. "Pretty normal actually."

Dash shot him a look.

Pinkie nodded. "Well, I'll just leave you two. And yeah, I'll try penciling you in." Pinkie silently groaned as she tried to fit Dash's need into her list of things to do tomorrow. Cause while she was quick and able to get around Ponyville in a relative flash, she still had quite a distance. Twilights, Applejack, Butterscotch, Dash. They were so far away from each other and she couldn't just bend the idea of time to her will. That was Twilight's domain. Even if nopony else remembered that.

***

The twinkling bell of Carousel Boutique announced Pinkie's entry. Her hooves had drifted her here on autopilot since her mind was filled with what Dash had said- all the thoughts of things that she didn't think of often dancing in her head.

"Just a moment." Rarity walked in carrying a few bolts of cloth in her magic. "Now good day to you. . .Pinkie? What in the world are you doing here? If Rainbow Dash wasn't so unfortunately masculine in her leanings with dresswear, I'd say you'd be the last pony I'd see here. Well. second to last."

"You said you had a design that needed my help."

The white unicorn nodded ever so slowly. "I did, yes. But that was for next week. Sapphire Shores wanted some unseemly thing made out of materials most definitely not my forte. Bubble wrap and streamers and all this inane stuff. I almost didn't want to take the order except Hoity Toity said I did good work and had put in a good word."

"Uh huh."

Rarity sighed and carefully turned her "Open" sign to "Closed" and levitated over her couch. With a quick tap of her hoof, she offered a cushion to the mare and crossed her hooves in wait. "What, perchance, is wrong, Pinkie?"

The pink earth pony sighed and took a seat. "Just stuff."

Rarity grimaced. She normally tolerated Pinkie, even liked her on the days where she was her most bubbly self. but the mare was just so hard to read when she had a niggling little thing in her head. "Let me guess, did it have to do with our rather brash friend of ours? She's been particularly prickly and rather loud on her opinions on things recently."

Pinkie shifted in the couch and laid back. "Just thinking that all that might be nice."

Rarity rolled her eyes in a most unladylike manner. "Which part of Dash's life would you dare to have? The rampant drinking that pretty much curtails any hope of inviting her to any soiree or garden party that I might dare to go to, the rather obnoxious need for attention, the constant boasting, the rather uncouth way she uses Butterscotch as a living sex toy? I could go on to list all the common faults of that mare, but I doubt you would care or want to stay all day."

Pinkie shook her head. "Just the whole relationship thing."

Rarity scoffed. "Relationships. I mean honestly, good for you. I would love to see you in one, whatever you decide, but after the Gala, I'm far too busy and just disappointed in hopes for stallionkind. It's far easier to have one good and true item when the mood strikes than any fickle male that could hope to measure up to my standards."

Pinkie sighed. "That Blueblood guy must have really done a number on you, huh?"

Rarity's eye twitched. "-yes, that Blueblood fellow did do some rather horrible things. I'm just kind of glad that the Gala fell apart that one-time cause if a paparazzi caught me dead on that failure of a date, I would have never shown my face in public ever again."

Pinkie giggled. "True. And your cat would probably hate it too."

The white unicorn huffed. "Yes, well, less about me. More about why you gallivanted into my shop on a particularly slow day. Now this is some relationship issue, I presume. Haven't heard about you getting with somepony, no matter who, and with how impressively vocal you are about good happenings, I'd say that its more a longing for companionship."

Pinkie nodded. "Well, I thought about asking Twilight about it."

Rarity laughed. "No, that'd be a terrible idea. While I do enjoy a fair bit of talking with our purple friend about Canterlot culture, I'd doubt she'd know the first thing about practical relationships. She sees things in scientific terms. Not a hopeless romantic bone in her body. Though I had heard around town that Twilight and Luna are dating. Which if so, completely destroys my idea of the mare- I mean honestly, I thought she gravitated towards books with how readily she pulls out dusty tomes."

Pinkie sighed.

"Sorry, sorry, couldn't resist gossip. But with that decidedly un-Pinkie dullness, I wonder if you even know the wonders of sex."

Pinkie frowned. "I know of it. And no. I know how stuff works. I mean Twily told me how in detail. Though I may have not paid all that much attention cause it was just so. . .boring. Whoever this Cadance was that Twilight kept mentioning sure doesn't know how to explain stuff well."

Rarity tapped a hoof. "Oh my, virginal stirrings in a mare? How very. . .exciting."

Pinkie rolled her eyes and leaned back on Rarity's couch. "I don't know what that is and I don't want to know. Cause the last time you looked like that you locked yourself in your house just cause we told you our dress orders."

Rarity facehoofed. "Verily. I remember that going slightly differently, though I do hope Butterscotch still has his tuxedo, I rather liked that one. But, back to the here and now. you are telling me you had no attraction to any pony ever, not a little, or at least enough to maybe share a kiss or get to what Dash so vulgarly termed "third or last" base- however the act of lovemaking is so crudely termed."

Pinkie shook her head. "Not really. I mean I grew up on a rock farm surrounded by rocks. Though I did think there was one young colt that might have liked me once."

Rarity lifted an eyebrow and leaned towards Pinkie. "Really? Tell me more."

Pinkie shrugged. "I mean he was at a party once and he wore some goofy glasses and talked about how my party was the best party ever and then I never saw him ever again."

Rarity blinked. "That's. . .highly disappointing."

"I was eight. And it wasn't like I was focusing on stallions or anything. It was more of a weird memory of something kind of nice since nopony had ever truly thanked me for a party before."

Rarity nodded. "Fair, but what was the colt's name? I mean if he left such an impression that even years later you say that he was the closest relationship you had with one of those of the opposite sex."

Pinkie leaned back. "I never asked his name."

Rarity looked at Pinkie, her eye slightly twitching. "You never asked his name. So this whole escapade was entirely pointless? I mean honestly, I was waiting for you to reconnect over a nice cup of tea and reminisce and have a ton of foals and I could be one of those wine aunts that orange friend of Sweetie's keeps calling me. Which grinds my gears since I'm not even thirty yet."

The pink earth pony giggled. "Well, I doubt he has Pinkie Sense or something similar so I can't just find him performing a perfect party, but it was rather nice talking to you. Definitely made me feel better for the moment."

Rarity groaned. "My pleasure. Ah, what about the dress. I mean with the talk, the time slipped away from us."

Pinkie waved a hoof. "Oh, just wait for to-" Pinkie blinked, her memory as to why she came to Rarity remembered, the thought of tomorrow giving her the willies. "Yeah, another time."

***

Pinkie laid on her bed, the worry of tomorrow quickly running through her mind. She'd been holed up in her room for the last hour spitballing ideas on how to make everypony happy- and she was stumped. "Darn it me. I try to do everything super right and I don't know what to do. What do you suggest, Gummy?" Pinkie turned and stared at her crocodile friend.

Gummy stared back at Pinkie, his tongue slowly poking his face. If she had been an animal, she could have heard his treatise on happiness and joy. But she wasn't, so he just sat there.

"You're right, Gummy, why didn't I think of it. Mirror Pool."

The story of the Mirror Pool had been passed down in her family for generations as a fable, one magical pool created by some unknown creature- Pinkie thought Discord was highly likely- a pool that created copies of a pony, duplicating them in a myriad of ways. Granny Pie had told of a story where a pony had to harvest fields of rocks in a night and with the pool, was able to create an army of clones that listened to the disciplined farmer's every word.

Pinkie rubbed her hooves together and grabbed a nearby sheet of wrapping paper and tried to sketch the list of directions she could remember from her memory, a decade of detritus quickly melting away as she hummed the little tune that told her exactly what to do. She giggled as she worked.

With the plan in place, she quietly ran through the ideas for tomorrow- with multiple Pinkies, there would be no issues with multiple parties. The problem was already solved and all she had to do was wake up slightly early and nopony would be the wiser.

"And Twilight thinks I don't have fantastic ideas. I mean what could go wrong with more of me?"

***

Pinkie Pie yawned as she carefully walked through the Everfree Forest. She was lucky to have Pinkie Sense or walking through what most ponies thought of as a super duper dangerous, almost no fly zone just as the sun rose would be a death sentence. But Pinkie was determined to make her friends day memorable and fun. Or at least the most fun with the least amount of effort on her part cause she slept terrible yesterday. The nightmare of ruining or missing her friends' planned events weighed heavy on her.

Pinkie carefully worked through Nana Pinkie's rhyme, silently cursing that nopony went near the Mirror Pool to make the trek there slightly less bramble-y. "Where the brambles are thickest, you will find, the Mirror Pool you seekest, don't you mind". . .weird way to put that old timey rhyme, especially since I doubt most Pies saw how bramble filled the Everfree truly is. I mean how should I know if this particular bramble patch is the brambliest bramble to ever bramble since that one over there could be-" Pinkie's thought was cut short as she stepped into a large hole that the bramble patch was covering.

The sensation of gravity hit her, and she fell down into the dark unknowable, and rather painful hole of black. She couldn't entirely use her Sense as a guiding principle of safety since she couldn't exactly tell what was going on, so she just curled up into a slightly chunky ball and hoped that she could be safe.

She couldn't tell where she was since all she felt for a few seconds was her body bouncing off hard stone and sliding down an incline of some height. She kept her eyes tightly shut and only opened them once her kind of painful ride down was finished.

She opened her eyes and stared down at the Mirror Pool, its glistening clear waters and slight greenish rock shore kind of pretty and almost making up for the aches and pains that she wouldn't tell her friends. It would be really super awkward to explain to Twilight, for example, how she could have gotten hurt when she had what Twilight once jokingly described as "joke related plot armor" which she didn't understand fully.

She carefully trotted down to the Mirror Pool and stared into it, nervously thinking of all the possible bad things that her mind had come up with in the middle of the night. She breathed out and stomped a pink hoof to focus herself since she had only so much time to waste if Nana Pinkie's story about these reflections being clean slates. She had time to learn to be Pinkie given by years of practice and memory. These copies had to get the most condensed Pinkie boot camp to ever be devised by her.

She fished through her saddlebags and carefully pulled out a collapsible stand to lay a hastily drawn series of doodles to explain to a not original Pinkie, the ins and outs of being her- the ponies, the schedule, the eating habits, the Pinkie Sense 101. She had to be the least Pinkie planner to make this work.

She pulled out her watch and looked at the time and she grinned since she was thirty minutes ahead of schedule. Carefully rubbing her hooves, she walked towards the pool and stared into it, quietly chanting the rhyme that her Nana taught her when she was little. "And into her own reflection she stared, uh, yearning for one whose reflection she shared, and solemnly sweared not to be scared at the prospect of being doubly mared!" Taking a deep breath, and attempting to leave out any idea of her being in Rainbow Dash's position of having kids, she fell into the pool.

***

"Fun, fun, fun, fun."

Pinkie had spent some time getting used to another one of her and she wondered if this version of herself came out perfectly. First of all, she didn't think she was that obnoxious and secondly, it was kind of hard to get the clone to focus on the plan. "Okay. That's one. But the problem is that I have multiple things unfortunately planned at the same time, and that doesn't cover the possibility of there being things that will pop up during the day." Pinkie sighed and quietly noted that she should actually plan out her days better- or at least learn how to say no. "Okay, so me teaching me how to be me started. But now I need more of me to do my job better. Cause I can't just have one more of me. It'd be better if I had like four more of me cause then I could have one for each of my friends." She stared at the Mirror Pool and sighed, quickly running through the little jingle in her head. And anyway, it would be quicker to teach multiple Pinkies at once anyway.

Pinkie stared at the four other Pinkies who glanced around the cave like little dogs. Their eyes were glued on everything but her perfectly planned presentation. "Okay, Pinkies 1 through 4. The names of my friends are?"

"Applesnack, Butterface, Twiggy Sprinkles, Cheapity, and Rainbow Fast."

Pinkie blinked and sighed. This was going to be so much harder than she expected. "No. Close, but no. Okay. Its-"

***

Twilight rubbed her hooves together in glee as she stared at her collection of theorems and math that littered her blackboard. She had been attempting to work on a side project for months- while she liked being in Ponyville and having friends, she didn't want to pidgeonhole herself into a unicorn whose life work was only related to friendship related theorems. Useful workarounds for friendship problems wouldn't just give her that kind of legacy that she had dreamed of when she was a foal. She nodded briefly at Spike, who carefully scampered behind a nearby wall in case this planned test of the Bashkir-Tersky paradox of making one item into two similar sized items just with a quick rearrangement spell. Simple in theory, hard in practice since messing with the general laws of physics even briefly usually caused a bit of push back from the world. Twilight carefully slid her safety goggles over and readied the spell, quickly aiming at her least favorite fruit. A lowly orange sat ready to be tested.

"Hey, Twilight!"

Twilight screamed in shock as her spell careened off her carefully created mark. The spell ricocheted around the room, bouncing off the walls until it hit a nearby plant, splining the greenery in half. Twilight blinked at the reflected plant and groaned. "Pinkie, I was trying to test a hypothesis about things you wouldn't understand, let's just say that technically cloning organic matter is what might be affected in the future, and I would be greatly rewarded."

Pinkie grinned stupidly. "So the Mirror Pool, but in more steps."

Twilight grimaced. "Yes, the Mirror Pool, a totally unseen old mare's tale from the time of the Pillars give or take a few hundred years. I'd love to test that out, but some of us work on known parameters of logic, not hopes and dreams. Now what do you want before I ban you from my workshop of science."

"P-I mean me. . .I thought you wanted to do some science experiments. You love science experiments. . .you sure do- Twiglight."

Twilight sighed. It wasn't often that Pinkie called her a wrong pet name or weird nickname for fun- it was at least a biweekly happening when either Pinkie was just bored or tired. "I think Spike could whip something up. But remember, if the vial looks interesting or unknown to you- do not touch. I am still trying to clean up the last mess you caused with the acid spill."

"What acid spill?" Pinkie bobbed her head sideways.

Twilight facehoofed. "Of course, you wouldn't remember causing that horrible hole in my basement floor. Whatever."

***

"Butterscotch, I'm bored."

Butterscotch looked down at dash who had unceremoniously laid herself right in his lap, uncomfortably wedged between his legs in an attempt to tease him. "Well, Dash, a picnic is supposed to be relaxing."

Dash rolled her eyes. "Sleep is supposed to be relaxing. Picnics are supposed to have food. And this does- for your animals." The blue pegasus crossed her hooves and stared at the sneering female rabbit who sat proudly on top of a horde of carrots. "and where is Pinkie anyway? She was supposed to be here like five minutes ago and she's rarely late."

Butterscotch shrugged. "Maybe she was held up by something. I mean she is still only a pony. Not some force of nature."

The petulant pegasus rolled her eyes. "Yeah, well, you haven't seen when Pinkie goes without sleep for a week, she goes completely nuts. That was both the best and weirdest birthday party I ever had."

"Well give her time, she'll get here."

Dash leaned into her large spoon of a stallion. "We could totally fuck. I mean it's been a while since we did a nice outside boning. I mean come on there's like so many comfy clouds and I'm super fast at screwing." Dash tried and failed to sexily raise her eyebrow.

Butterscotch grimaced, memories of the last few times they had done that exact thing rushing through his mind. The successes and the near failures. "You forget that the last time almost had us tossed in jail for public indecency. Which was totally your fault."

Dash crossed her hooves. "How was I supposed to know that day was the "Meet the Weather Team Day" for Ponyville Elementary? Nopony told me about it, and it wasn't on my schedule."

Butterscotch stared down at Ponyville's Lead Weathermare and raised an eyebrow. "You forgot and in the midst of us having what you normally would call, "a good time", I wound up underneath your desk, while twenty kids were being lectured by you about the weather.

"Okay, so maybe I forgot that Cheerilee told me about it, and I forgot about it. Sue me, I'm terrible with dates anyway. Anyway, how do you think I felt? Somepony had just finished inside me. It was totally a bad time on my end too."

Butterscotch sighed. "Well can we slow down on the whole having sex thing every day? I don't think it's super great and all for- you know- I mean it's been a few months and I think it's getting really awkward."

Dash grimaced. "Yeah, it's just been hard is all. I mean I haven't had a drink in like six months, and I have no hobbies outside of flying and that and it's-"

"Hey, you two, how are you doing?"

Butterscotch and Dash looked up and stopped for a second as they realized there was something wrong. Two Pinkies, two very similar looking and sounding Pinkies stared back at the pair. Dash just carefully nodded and elbowed Butterscotch in the stomach to test if she hadn't been given something by Blossomforth as a joke.

"ugh, ow, I mean its super nice to. . .see you too, Pinkie. . .s. I mean I hadn't planned for multiple yous, but I can definitely figure something out.

"Cool, hey, Rainbow Trout, why are you fat?"

Dash's eye twitched, and if she wasn't pregnant, she'd be throwing hooves right about now. "I sure don't know why there's two of you, but I didn't ask." Twilight had asked her to stop calling every slight annoyance an 'emergency' but multiple Pinkies was probably a super emergency in Twilight's eyes.

***

Rarity sat there as Pinkie explained her totally foolproof plan, a shocked look on her face.

"-and so, I will be able to be anywhere for you girls or any part of Ponyville. . ."

Rarity put her hooves together and tried to diplomatically find the nicest answer she could. She had seen a lot of random, world changing artifacts just by being near Twilight's mad scientist routine of hers. That was to be expected- she was used to Twilight ruining one of her workdays with some rather crazy idea or item. Pinkie, on the other hoof, was a hooffull to deal with, sure, but she wasn't prone to causing mayhem. This Mirror Pool idea was dangerous, or at least the pink earth pony hadn't thought of the myriad issues of generating possible actual cloned life. "I don't want to come off as ungrateful, but Pinkie, dear, what in the name of Tartarus were you thinking?"

Pinkie looked taken aback for a moment, until she composed herself again. "I mean it's really hard to be with all you girls and the town, I was just thinking it might have been a little easier to have more of me."

Rarity sighed. "Yes, but what about where these clones will work or live or any number of things. Not to mention, what's to stop the clones from making more of themselves or how would the town take having like fifty of you? And what if they are alive and totally don't want to go back in the Pool?"

"Well. . .I, uh, haven't really thought of that."

***

The two Pinkies stared at the Mirror Pool, their faces reflected in the greenish-blue water and they smiled as they stared quickly at one another. They had come here soon after Butterscotch and Rainbow Dash had crept away to tell Twilight that there might have been a major issue. The Pinkies didn't know or care about that. They just had one mission: To spread as much joy as possible given by them by Pinkie Prime and a new secondary mission newly unlocked by Rainbow's own look.

A mission that the original Pinkie didn't want to express out loud completely.

They wanted to fuck. And the feeling spread through the two Pinkies, who had demurely looked at Dash over the whole picnic, a growing sense of something they themselves couldn't fully understand for they were only a few hours old. They didn't know how to deal with lust- they were a blank slate in that regard.

So, they decided to fix the issue the only way they knew how.

"Okay, Pinkie. Remember the plan. Make fifty Pinkies and I make fifty and we should be fine."

Pinkie Two raised a hoof. "Odd question. What's fifty?"

Pinkie One thought for a moment and realized that she didn't know what fifty was. Pinkie Prime hadn't told her what numbers were. "Uh, it sounds like a lot. So make a- what did Rainbow Trash say- a fuckton of us and we'll be fine. I mean there's not enough of us to go around. Did you see how many ponies were in Ponyville. That's a lot of ponies not having Pinkie parties.

The other Pinkie nodded. "Sounds like a great idea." The pair quickly hoofbumped and smiled at one another, and quietly repeated the spell that gave them life in the first place. Soon enough, the Pool started printing out copies of Pinkie, the ponies sliding out of the cool water. The Pinkies stared at one another and nodded. They had two missions. Bring joy to all of Ponyville, and find the unknown pony in the few memories that had been given by the original one and fuck the shit out of the stallion. Cause Pinkie found him hot enough to remember him. Whoever he was. They had a picture of him as a young colt, but it was so difficult to know who he was. The hazy memory of Pinkie's first crush was like a dark glass, opaque and hard to make out.

No matter, the Pinkie Squad would be okay. For they were the best party planners in all of Equestria. And they had Pinkie Sense. Whatever those meant.

***

Cheese Sandwich pulled his poncho around his shoulders as he shaded his eyes with his cowboy hat, scanning the area with a hoof over his eyes. He had rarely fulfilled his duties as Equestria's Premier Party Planner near the Canterlot area since he had decided that pony held the reins in partyology so well here. So, color him surprised when his Cheese Sense went off with a ringing in his ears. A real gouda sliding into blue cheese kind of feeling. A bad or, at least, an odd feeling. Like there were more party planners in Equestria for some reason. An impossible idea for sure since the school of hard knocks did not just give out Ph.Ds in party planning, preparation, and presentation of personalized professional parties for particular ponies.

"Boneless, we have a mystery on our hooves. I mean I have hooves and you have rubber chicken feet, but still. . .it's a mystery and while it doesn't fall directly into my department of expertise- I'm more of a surprise party kind of stallion than a murder mystery one- I'm interested." Boneless stared up at his partner, a scowl on his face. "No, Boneless, this isn't about Pinkie. And I told you that in confidence. This is just telling me that I shouldn't tell you anything again cause you blab all my secrets."

Cheese Sandwich and Boneless had a very one-sided argument as the pair walked into Ponyville.

Author's Note

Part One of Two