Whimsical Misadventures CYOA

"Ooooooh!" I'm the ghost of fashions past!" Pinkie levitated the dress before flying around the room in a slow circle. Rarity's eyes bugged out as she fell back onto her rump. "You, the jeweled marshmallow, have been judged!"

Rarity pushed backwards across the floor, bumping against a stack of fabric and knocking it to the floor. Colors of fabric flocked into the air before the power of Pinkie, princess of spoopy dress.

"Begone, Peasant! You are not worthy and that dress you wore yesterday made you look fat!"

There was a long moment before Rarity burst into tears. She ran out of the boutique, sobbing as she went. A moment later, she came storming back in past the floating dress before retrieving a distressingly large container of ice cream. Then she stormed back out.

Pinkie giggled and guffawed as she let the dress fall to the floor. She floated up and through the ceiling, whipping a single ghostly tear from her eye. "That was great! I can't believe she fell for it."

A moment later, two things happened. First, Pinkie's body became solid again... halfway through the ceiling. She kicked her hooves wildly in the room below, but nothing happened. Second, Rarity returned, sporting a creamy mustache.

"Hey! I didn't wear a dress yesterday, who... are..." She trailed off as she gazed upwards as the pink plot positioned perfectly with her parlor. "Pinkie. Pie." There was a dangerous sharpness to the air as Rarity levitated her thimble of needles. "I'm afraid that I will require your assistance."

"Yipes!"

In the end, Rarity learned about needlepoint, and Pinkie got a killer tattoo on her rump.