Equestrian Psycho

Pinkie Pie walked the dark streets of Ponyville at night. It had recently rained, as a fog lingered the around the town and mostly consumed the legs of any pony walking around.

Pinkie took an alleyway, a route she didn't usually take to go home. As she trotted, a certain purple pony was lying around with a bottle of Pinot Noir in her hoof, as she spoke slurred language, which one could interpret as drunk speak. It was Berry Punch, the alcohol enthusiast of Ponyville, even though she had her own foal daughter to take care of.

Pinkie stood in front of Berry and greeted her. "Hello." She scared Berry for a moment, until she laughed in her intoxicated state. "Oh, hi, hic Pinkie Pies. Spare some hic cutter, me sister?"

Pinkie Pie took out some bits from her pouch. " You want some money? Some booze? This what you want?"

"Yeah hic. I'm so knocked off my hic ass." Berry continued laughing.

"Yeah. Cold out, too, isn't it?" Pinkie sat down to Berry's level. " Why don't you get a job? If you love booze so much, why don't you get a job?"

In response, she laughed. "Heh, I hic lost my job. Hehehe, stupid hic fucking boss."

"I'm guessing you're drinking. That's why you lost your job. Come on, tell me what's your name?"

"Huh?" Berry asked. "You know my hic name, Pinkie Pie."

"Speak up, what's your name?"

Berry scoffed at this ridiculous answer. "It's Berry Punch, Pinkie. hic Come on, you kn-"

"Get a Celestia-damn job, Berry!" Pinkie interrupted. "You have a foal to take care of. And you've got a drinking problem. That's what's stopping you. You gotta get your act together. I'll help you."

Berry's attitude soured as she grabbed Pinkie's hoof. "Eh, fuck you, Pinkies Pied. hic"

Pinkie smiled smugly and said, "You know how bad you smell? You reek of shit and booze. Do you know that? Teehee! Berry, I'm sorry. It's just that... I don't know." She got up and looked away disinterested. "I don't have anything in common with you." Pinkie Pie reached down and took something out of her pouch.

"What's that?" Berry asked.

"You know what a fucking loser you are?"

"Wha-?" Berry couldn't complete that sentence as Pinkie thrusted the knife she had multiple times into Berry's stomach. She quickly died, with virtually no struggle at all. A dog which Pinkie did not notice began barking at her, until it was silenced by the forceful stomps of Pinkie's front hooves.

Pinkie was having an unusual day by her standards, as she spent more of her afternoon at the spa, run by the spa sisters themselves, Lotus Blossom and Aloe. The treatment began with a facial rub.

"What a beautiful coat you have, Ms. Pie," complimented Aloe. "So fine, so smooth."

I have all the characteristics of a pony- flesh, blood, coat, mane- but not a single clear identifiable emotion, except for euphoria and disgust. Something horrible is happening inside of me, and I don't know why. My nightly bloodlust has overflowed into my days. I fell lethal, on the verge of party. I think my mask of sanity is about to slip.

A new season had arrived to cover the small town of Ponyville under a pillow of pure snow and everypony bundled up in order to tolerate the coldness of winter. It was the Hearth's Warming Eve season and celebrations were under way all across the land of Equestria. Canterlot was preparing for their annual pageant honoring the holiday as the Elements of Harmony had arrived a few days prior.

Ever since the six friends' first pageant together, Princess Celestia has asked Twilight and her friends to perform every year as long as they are comfortable with it. This year, as a sign of appreciation, the Princess decided to throw a Hearth's Warming Eve party in their honor. Normally, Celestia asked Pinkie Pie if she wanted to put it together, but Pinkie declined.

The upper class caste that made up most of Canterlot were enjoying their beverages and refreshments the party offered, as it was Rarity who had set it up, due to Pinkie's refusal to do so.

Pinkie had just begun relaxing at the party, casually grabbing a glass of punch being served by waiters, until a certain pony, Fancy Pants approached her. "Pinks, my dear, what say about their festivity? After all, Lady Rarity says that you are, in her words, 'a party fanatic'!"

"Oh, hey, Pants. Have a warm Hearth's Warming Eve." Pinkie quickly changed the discussion. "Is Rainbow Dash still going out with Soarin?" There, in the corner of the room, was the daredevil herself, nuzzling with the junior captain of the Wonderbolts.

Fancy Pants gasp, "Why of course, mademoiselle. Who else?"

Suddenly, Rarity came in, wearing a rather provocative red and white dress. "Happy Hearth's Warming Eve!" She greeted Pinkie and Fancy Pants and gave them both a kiss on the cheek. For some odd reason, Philomena, Princess Celestia's pet fiery phoenix, was standing on her rump. "Oh, by the way, Pinkie, darling. I hate to sound pushy, but you were late for the party."

"But I'm not late, Rarity."

The white equine giggled. "Oh, yes, you are."

Pinkie sighed. "I've been here the entire time. You just didn't see me." She could tell that Rarity wasn't exactly in it, as her response was pushing her flank near Pinkie's face. Anonymously, somepony put reindeer ears on Pinkie.

"Say hello to Philomena, Pinkie. Philomena says, Happy Hearth's Warming Eve, Pinkie."  The last part was said in a rather goofy voice by Rarity. Pinkie could only look at it in disgust.

"What is it?"

Rarity gasped. "How can you not remember, Pinkie? Fluttershy had that whole episode with keeping Philomena away from the Princess. And besides, they make darling pets." Rarity cooed at the phoenix, "Don't you? Don't you?"

Rejection and disgust and irritation was all that could be interpreted on Pinkie Pie's face. And Rarity could see this to, as she said, "Pinkie, would you mind and stop scowling? You are not being yourself, like a grump" She moved a bit closer to Pinkie's face. "And what does Ms. Grumpie Pie want for Hearth's Warming Eve? And please don't say eyelash implants again."

Pinkie held a hoof up to Rarity and quickly trotted away. She came to Rainbow Dash, who was finally alone after Soarin left for drinks. "Dashie!"

"Pinks!" Rainbow responded. "Happy Hearth's Warming Eve. How're you doing? Are you enjoying the party? I know when it comes to you, I should ask which parties are lame and which are awesome!" She spotted Twilight waving at her. "Hey, Twilight we should go to Pell's! Limo's out front!"

Pinkie got Dash's attention back and asked, "Dashie, wouldn't it be great if we could have dinner?"

"Maybe you could bring... uh..."

"Fluttershy?"

"Yes," exclaimed Rainbow Dash. "Fluttershy, that scaredy-pony!"

Pinkie smiled. "Oh, Fluttershy would adore it."

"Well, let's do it, Pinks!" Rainbow noticed Rarity and left, but not before she could say, "great party."

"Why, thank you, Rainbow Dash!" As soon as Dash left, Rarity asked, "Pinkie, why was she calling you Pinks?"

Pinkie Pie could only laugh and say, "Who wants cupcakes!?" as she pulled out her party cannon and a blast of pastries covered most of Canterlot high society in batter and confetti.