Here's My Suggestion

When the traitors had disappeared, Pinkie began her trot back to Ponyville's marketplace. But she could not relax. Sure, her ex-friends were gone, but her mind was awhirl. Why had her ex-friends done that? They were her friends! Well, they had been, anyway.

Was she too harsh? Surely not. After all, she just wanted for her suggestions to be taken now and then. Where was the harm in that? Yeah, she'd gotten mad at Applejack. What, you hit a girl once and then they're out to get you? Pinkie sighed and shook her head. Some ponies were just so immature. She wasn't a bad pony, other ponies just didn't know how to recognize her goodness. That was all. Pinkie Pie nodded to affirm this.

Anyway, she had more pressing matters on her hooves. She needed to get back to the marketplace right away. What if some other ponies were inspired by her ex-friends' little display and decided to take their own little action? She couldn't have that. No, they still had to take her suggestions for six more days.

Pinkie Pie shook her head again. She shouldn't be so worried. Everything would be just fine.

Nothing, in fact, was fine.

Pinkie couldn't even make it into the marketplace. The crowd had set up a barrier blocking her from entering. A wall of ponies stood firmly behind it. In the centre of them was Mayor Mare.

"You won't rule this town anymore, you tyrant!" she shouted.

Pinkie stood stock still. A wave of feelings washed over her. Astonishment, fear, grief, anger, betrayal...

Then, as quickly as they had come, they washed away. One feeling swept over her, erasing all of the others. Pinkie wasn't sure if she had ever truly felt this before. If she had, it certainly hadn't been this strong. It wrapped her in its cruel arms and squeezed until it was all of her being.

It was hatred.

Pinkie Pie screamed. It was a shrill, piercing scream, the likes of which the citizens of Ponyville had never before heard. The scream was full of passion, a hot, burning passion that could not be tamed. The scream was not out of terror. It was the cry of a creature that had learned to hate.

Pinkie Pie flew at the barrier like a creature possessed. Ponyvillians who had only moments before stood firmly behind the barriers scattered like dust on the wind. Pinkie was a whirlwhind of hooves. Very few ponies were left unscathed by her rage. Ponies struggled to escape the fray. Those that did fled to their houses as quickly as they could. Pinkie Pie showed no sign of stopping anytime soon.

Mayor Mare had had enough. She rolled away from the fight and struggled to her hooves.

"Alright, Pinkie Pie. I give in," she rasped, her voice low and hoarse. Pinkie Pie froze. She rose elegantly to her hooves and smiled. This smile, as before, was not her usual smile. Nor was it the slightly maniacal grin of the mustache party.

This smile was happy. But it also displayed insanity.

And maybe a hint of evil. Just a hint.

"Alright, everypony. Now that we've gotten that out of the way, I have a few suggestions for you all."

As soon as Pinkie Pie had finished giving out her suggestions, the citizens of Ponyville- uh, I mean Pinkieville- got to work. They cooked and baked sweet treats for Her Pink Highness. They swept Her floors and washed Her dishes. They erected great statues in Her honour. Of course, there were grumblings at first:

"She's insane!"

"A tyrant!"

"No better than the Great and Powerful Trixie!"

Those ponies were quickly silenced by a blow from Her Pink Highness's hoof. The mare in question sat upon a grand throne in town square, looking down upon her subjects, both literally and figuratively. She wore a regal crown and a disdainful expression. Every now and then She would stand and issue a suggestion from Her throne. She resorted to violence at the slightest sign of defiance.

And so, as She had come to hate the citizens of Pinkieville, the citizens of Pinkieville had come to hate Her.

Back in the Everfree Forest, a letter was being written by four ponies and a zebra, all of whom were oblivious to the goings on in the nearby town.

"And perhaps we should tell that she struck other ponies as well," suggested Zecora. Rarity, who was in charge of writing due to her magic, nodded and added a line to the letter.

"Oh, just tell her to come home soon!" wailed Fluttershy, who had become quite distressed after the discussion of the events of the past days. Rarity made note of Fluttershy's want with a swish of the pen. Applejack read the letter from over Rarity's shoulder.

"I think that's a mighty fine letter we have there," she affirmed. The others nodded in agreement.Suddenly, Zecora looked distressed.

"It's very good, my pony friends, but how can we get this letter to send?" she asked.

"Well Spikey-Wikey could--" started Rarity.

"He's with Twahlight!" interjected Applejack.

"Or Derpy--" suggested Rainbow Dash.

"She's in Ponyville. With Pinkie," said Rarity bluntly.

"Oh, we'll never get it sent!" cried Fluttershy.

The four argued for a while. Zecora remained silent, until she suddenly shouted, "Ponies! Is this dispute true? Do you not see who you have with you? The one to send it will be Rarity. Has she not told you of her ability?" A slight blush crept onto Rarity's cheeks.

"I-I seem to have f-forgotten. I can send letters magically," she stuttered, embarrassed.With a flash of blue light, the letter disappeared.

"Now you may all stay with I, until we receive Twilight's reply," volunteered Zecora. The others accepted her offer graciously.

Her Pink Highness struck the stallion across the face. Hard.

He fell to the ground, and She smiled.

She loved this feeling.