Sherlock: The Magical Murders

The bright pink pony's sudden appearance made John and Sherlock stumble back a few steps; and made the former give out a shriek.

Twilight giggled. "Oh, don't mind Pinkie Pie. She loves meeting new ponies. Anyway," she pointed at each friend with a hoof as she introduced them, "this is Applejack, Rarity, Rainbow Dash, Fluttershy, and you've already encountered-"

"ME!" Pinkie Pie bounced up and down in glee. "I'm the Pinkalicious party pony Pinkie!" Her voice exploded with girlish happiness and glee.

"Well, nice to meet you, Pinkie," said John, catching his breath. "You almost gave me a heart attack there." He chuckled and pointed to him and the gray detective. "I'm John Watson, and this is Sherlock Holmes."

Sherlock glanced at Pinkie. "Charmed," he said emotionlessly, before glancing at the other ponies. Pinkie looked a bit disappointed at this, but then continued to bounce in place.

Rainbow flew up to the two with a look of confusion. "John Waston? Sherlock Holmes? You guys have some pretty weird names."

John had to summon all his self control to not say, This is coming from somebody named Rainbow Dash.

The elegant white unicorn, told to be named Rarity, gasped. "Rainbow! You do not treat new ponies like this. Especially when they have a great taste in fashion." She glanced at John's shirt. "Simple, casual, yet stylishly fitting." Then, she walked over to Sherlock and smiled. "And you have a simply marvelous style that looks mysterious, yet elegant."

Sherlock forced himself to give a small smile. "Thank you. I'm glad to hear this from an experienced designer."

Twilight mumbled, "oy, not this again."

"Wow, you've heard of me?" Rarity asked, her face brightening up.

"No, I haven't. It's very obvious." Sherlock took a breath and began to say what he had deduced. "The most obvious thing that showed you were a designer was that you commented on our taste in clothes, and ponies don't wear clothes often, hence you must be experienced in that area. When you examined them, your eyes scanned everything to the last detail, the stitches, the patterns, and even that red buttonhole on my left collar. I bet you can even tell me what collection it's from, but I don't want to hear it, so don't tell me. I can also tell that you are a designer dress maker just by the way that you look and act. You obviously always want to stay in style judging from your mane and hooves. And one more thing to impress you with is that you wear false eyelashes."

He smirked seeing everypony's impressed looks, save for a Twilight Sparkle. Everypony else's jaws were open in awe, except for John's, which was smiling proudly. A timid and surprised Fluttershy spoke up. "T-that was... amazing."

"Yes, I know. I love it when I do that."

Rainbow walked up to John. "Can you do that too?"

"Nope. I'm a retired army doctor, if it's any interest."

Applejack stepped forward. "Wow, that's mighty interestin', John. Maybe we'll talk more about that later."

Pinkie bounced up. "Right now, I have to set these two a PARTY!" She sped off.

Sherlock looked at the dust cloud she left behind. "Hyper much? Well, I expect that it will be a welcome party."

Applejack turned to Twilight. "So sugarcube, why did you bring them here? Is it about the situation?" Twilight had already informed the two detectives about the case being called 'the situation'.

"Yes, it is. They're going to help us. Even if one of them is a big show-off." She glared at Sherlock with menacing eyes.

Fluttershy walked up to the consultive detective. "Pinkie's party will start at five. That leaves an hour to show you around the town, oh, if you wouldn't mind that is." She hid behind her mane.

"That's a mighty fine idea!" Applejack said. "We should start now."

"It would be useful to learn how to navigate the town. I'm alright with it." Sherlock forced a smile again and walked over to John. He whispered, "how much longer to I have to be friendly?"

"just a bit longer. Soon, it'll be okay to be your show-off-y self."

"Can't come too soon."

"What're you whispering about?"

The two glanced in surprise at the cyan pegasus who barged into the conversation. "What? I was curious. Also, I overheard and saw that one of you is show-off. Don't do it much." She glared at Sherlock. "That's my job."

His face showed only mirth. "Okay. I would expect it from an advanced athlete training to enter the Wonderbolts." Seeing Rainbow's surprised look, he added, "And yes, I knew just by looking at you."

"Uh.... Wonderbolts?" John asked, slightly confused.

"The best flying team in Equestria, John. Saw a poster for them on the train."

Rainbow scowled at the consultive detective. "You're good. Catch. You. Later." She menacingly flew into the air and away towards a giant cloud house in the sky, probably her home.

"I still got it." Sherlock walked over to the other ponies, who were busy talking. "Well, let's get started, shall we?"

The seven ponies were walking over to Sugarcube Corner about an hour later. Previously, they had walked all over Ponyville, seeing everyplace there was. Sherlock forced himself to look interested and John made sure to give him a warning glare anytime he looked like he was going to complain about boredom.

Rarity spoke up. "Here we are, darling. Sugarcube Corner, the best sweet shop ever! I bet you'll love it."

The gray detective's face showed no expression. "I bet I will like it, considering there's a surprise party in there waiting for me."

"Wha- how'd you figure that out?", asked a surprised Fluttershy.

"Oh, come on! It was so obvious even John could figure it out." He pointed a hoof at the orange pegasus. "Explain how."

"Well, okay.  For one-"

"No, it doesn't sound good when you explain it. I'll do it."

Twilight grabbed Sherlock by the shoulders. "How about you stop showing off and get in there?!" She crossly tossed him in through the door, making him land on his face in the middle of the floor.

Wincing in slight pain, he rubbed some dust off of his face and opened his eyes to see a big, pink, smiling face.

"SURPRISE!"