Thirty Minute Pony Stories

In the town square of Ponyville, time had turned to molasses. That was how it felt to Twilight, anyway.

“No…” Discord whispered. “No! Not—” As he screamed, the rainbow came down, and his body began to calcify. “Aga-a-a-a-a-ain!”

He fell to the ground once more, a lifeless statue.

The six bearers of the Elements of Harmony landed as well, and immediately sprang into action. It was cleanup time.

Pinkie drew a tuba and began rounding up the parasprites.

She giggled. “C’mon, back to the Everfree!”

Applejack broke into a run, charging straight at a sheepish-looking minotaur.

“Surely, you! Little pony! Do not think to—” Suddenly realizing the small earth pony was not about to slow down, Iron Will turned and bolted.

Rainbow Dash took to the air, giving chase to a team of changelings—led in retreat by their battered Queen.

And Rarity and Fluttershy trotted over to the Mayor, and started the lengthy process of apologizing.

Twilight landed last. She watched as a group of earth ponies began sealing a massive chasm that had torn through their town.

Pinkie bounced away from Ponyville, followed by a parade of irritating insects.

Twilight sighed, watching the pink partier.

Applejack walked up from behind her. “Can I take it she doesn’t know yet ‘bout what happened to Sugarcube Corner?”

Twilight nodded.

“When’re y’gonna tell her?”

Twilight shrugged.

“Rift tore straight through the place. She’s gonna hafta stay somewhere for the next week or so. Cakes’re outta town, luckily, but—”

“Rarity can handle it,” Twilight muttered.

“This’ll be stay number two at her place for Pinkie. Ponies’re startin’ to talk, Twilight. An’ y’sure Rarity’ll put up with it?”

“She just used the Element of Generosity.” Twilight gave a nervous look at the other unicorn, who appeared to be fainting again. Mayor Mare and Fluttershy seemed a bit exasperated. “She always gets really generous after doing that.”

“It’s ‘cause she doesn’t think she deserves it.” Applejack raised an eyebrow. “Sure we aughta be takin’ advantage o’ that guilt?”

“Well, I’m not housing that madmare.” Twilight turned to her friend, scowling. “Especially not after this.”

“Twi’, what’d y’think would happen?”

Twilight averted Applejack’s exasperated gaze. “Well…”

“I told you it was a bad idea.”

“She…”

“I don’t care what she said. You know the rule.”

“I—

“Never let Pinkie handle yer taxes.”

Commentary from Donny’s Boy

Ha! I was wondering what unspeakable terror had led to all of the chaos that had been unleashed and, I have to say, I wasn’t expecting it to be Pinkie doing taxes. This was an amusing little tale of the full extent of Pinkie’s chaotic abilities. (I am also choosing to interpret it as containing a hint of RariPie, because RariPie.)