Pinkie's Mane Is a Symbiote

by Cancel Sanity

Rating: everyone
Tags: Random, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Comedy, Pinkie Pie
Length: 960

What if one day, you woke to see, Your hair was not what seemed to be? Would you panic? Would you screech? In Pinkie's case, yes too each.

What if one day, you woke to see,
Your hair was not what seemed to be?
Would you panic? Would you screech?
In Pinkie's case, yes to each.

Pinkie's mane is not so cute,
For on her scalp, something took root,
Fearing for life and to make things right,
She seeks the help of Ms. Twilight.

What will ensue and how will it end?
Just take a seat and read, my friend.
Hope you enjoy with all my heart,
Because writing this, headaches took part.

Published 2013-01-08 04:40:01 UTC
Last updated 2013-01-08 04:40:01 UTC

Pinkie's Mane Is a Symbiote

Pinkie's Mane Is a Symbiote

Pinkie awoke disheveled,
Cheery and benign.
"Good Morning!" she would revel,
And looked up at the time.

"It's almost time!" her happy shout,
As she hopped down to the floor.
She sped off in a dizzy route,
Straight through the bakers' door.

Pinkie didn't slow to see,
The damage she had caused.
Of course, Mrs. Cake was angry,
But, Pinkie gave no pause.

For out beneath the sunshine,
Of Celestia's regal duty,
Was a prank of great design,
That included two parts frutti.

Dash would soon awake,
And the chance to prank will pass.
Pinkie, silent as a snake,
Hid among the grass.

Up above dear Dashie slept,
Resting on a cloud,
Unaware beneath her crept,
A pony who had vowed,

That before the night could fall,
Rainbow would admit,
To all of those beyond the 'wall',
That Pinkie had the better wit.

Measuring once and cutting twice,
Pinkie began to build,
A rather clever prank device.
She whistled while she drilled.

You wonder why she was so loud.
Well, Dashie's ears were plugged by now,
Pinkie had tucked in tufts of cloud.
Please, I beg you, don't ask me how.

Pinkie worked with great devotion,
Securing parts in place.
Time to set the wheels in motion,
A flugelhorn in Dashie's face.

Dash awoke with great surprise,
Her heartbeat quickly raced.
All she saw were azure eyes,
Elastic band around her waist.

In a moment Dash soon found,
That from her lofty height,
That she was shot straight to the ground,
With accelerating fright.

After a Sonic Rainboom,
Though sloppy in appearance,
Dash fell in a pancake tomb,
Of frutti incoherence.

Dazed, confused, and mortified,
Dash swam through the baked sea,
Of Pinkie's pancakes bonafide,
In case of urgency.

Pinkie's laughter outside the tub,
Calmed Rainbow's nerves a bit,
And she could not bring herself to snub,
The knack of Pinkie's wit.

"Good one, Pinkie!" Dash exclaimed,
Joining in the mirth.
"Admit it, Dash," Pinkie proclaimed,
"I'm the best on Earth!"

Dash rolled her eyes incredulously,
On her friend's head, she gave a pat,
Before yelling quite fearfully,
"OH NO, PINKIE! WHAT'S THAT?!"

Pinkie looked at Rainbow's hoof,
It pointed at her mane.
"It's just my mane, you silly goof!
Have you gone insane?"

Pinkie giggled, but Dash did not,
She was locked in nervous stare.
Rainbow's face was full of fraught,
She was fearing Pinkie's hair.

Pinkie's smile began to whither,
Feeling steadily uneasy.
Dash explained, "I saw it slither!"
She looked like she was queasy.

Pinkie rose a hoof to test,
But Rainbow pushed it down.
"Don't! It could be a vile nest!"
Dashie said with a stern frown.

"Then what do we do?!" Pinkie cried,
Her eyes welling with tears.
"Tell Twilight, of course!" was Rainbow's chide.
"Budding strife is what she clears!"

So off they went in a brisk trot,
For the one with purple horn.
To Applejack, they gave aught,
Because she was not a unicorn.

"What'cha'll runnin' from?" AJ hollered,
"A patch o' angry bee hives?"
"We cannot stop. We can't be bothered!"
"WE'RE RUNNING FOR OUR LIVES!"

AJ followed after,
Keeping close behind,
They passed a shop thereafter,
That was daintily designed.

Rarity cried out, "Darling,
Wherever is the fire?"
"There is no fire," their voices sting
"The situation's dire!"

Four mares in such a blur
That they had barely missed,
The very hushful whisper,
Of a yellow pegasus.

"Um, girls? What happened?"
Her question, a soft squeak.
Who heard her? Not a friend,
But her interest had been piqued.

Inside, Twilight sat alone,
In front of book and scroll,
Out of nowhere, five friends were thrown,
Crashing through the bole.

"Aaaaah!" Twilight yelped,
Jumping in alarm,
"Please Twilight! I need your help!
Use your magic charm!"

"What is it, Pinkie?" Twilight panicked.
"It's her mane! Just take a look!"
"Do it quick!" said the pink manic,
"Put away that book!"

Twilight did so, approached, and inspected,
"Nothing's wrong," Twilight rasped.
But a wink from Rainbow went unsuspected,
That's when Twilight gasped.

Twilight withdrew within a second
"Her mane is a hairy alien!"
To Rarity, the words were unreckoned.
"Such jokes are rapscallion."

"It's an alien?!" said the granger,
Twilight nodded. "A symbiote,
Pinkie is in extreme danger,
You can tell that by her coat."

"ALIEN INVASION!!!" Pinkie's scream ascending.
Twilight squirmed a little,
The feeble chance of a good ending,
Was dropping to a tittle.

Before Ms. Sparkle could say more,
To fix the situation,
Pinkie ran straight out the door,
with a mighty declaration,

"You girls stay and save the town!
I'll go tell the Princess!"
Twilight's ears dropped with a frown,
Things became a mess.

Rainbow laughed and slapped Twi's back,
Praising with high regard.
Twilight fainted and all went black,
Her status will be marred.

To others riding on the train,
Pinkie shouted caution,
To stay away or feel the pain,
Of an alien invasion.

Through the castle hallways,
Pinkie with great birr,
Left everypony in a daze,
Even castle soldiers.

Soon her target was in sight,
The regal mare of mares,
Pinkie made known her dreadful plight,
Her voice filling the air.

"PRINCESS! MY MANE'S AN ALIEN!"
Celestia looked up from her work,
"IT'S PROBABLY MAMMALIAN!"
Pinkie was berserk.

The immortal princess looked at Pinkie,
Her eyes were filled with wisdom,
No doubt she knew a remedy,
To grant the young mare's freedom.

"No it's not, Pinkie. Go home." >:(

Author's Note

A quick, little side-project of sorts about a dream I had. Yes, even the dream was rhyming. I imagine that if I ever wrote a story through Zecora's point of view, it would look something like this.

...I shudder to think of it...