Confound these ponies, they drive me to crossovers.
So... "Harry Dresden meets the mane cast" has been done. More than once. But I don't think I've ever seen one of Pinkie Pie's parties go hand-in-hoof with Molly Carpenter's One-Woman Rave.
"My EYES! The goggles, they do NOTHING!"
Can you dig it? For all that she's grown up a lot, Molly's still a party girl at heart. She and Pinkie would get on like a barn on fire. Or a town. Or a fair-sized city....
I knew there was no way that Molly could keep her Rave spell going at this intensity for this long... until I saw Pinkie pop up and hand her a pie for the second time in twenty minutes. Somehow, Rave Girl and Party Pony had figured out how to convert desserts directly into magical power. Two thoughts battled for supremacy in my mind: Firstly, that I had somehow fallen into a Hostess commercial from an old Marvel comic (and could I hop on the pastry-power bandwagon too? Beating Nicky and the Denarians with pie the next time we met would be some sort of karmic justice, surely). And secondly, both the Princesses and the Council were going to want Words with me for dooming both our worlds to a Party A-Pie-colypse....
Of course, a pair of pretty, cheerful Party Girls (mares?) are going to attract attention....
Pinkie and Molly were entertaining a small multispeicies mob of male (and a few female) admirers, and I couldn't help noticing (against my will) as I waded through said mob that none of the parties involved seemed to much care about species differences. Now, I'm all about judging people (and ponies, and... others) by the content of their characters rather than... um... their genes, but I was really, REALLY glad Bob wasn't here to see this. And trying not to think about the things he would say if he were....
So... "Harry Dresden meets the mane cast" has been done. More than once. But I don't think I've ever seen one of Pinkie Pie's parties go hand-in-hoof with Molly Carpenter's One-Woman Rave.
"My EYES! The goggles, they do NOTHING!"
Can you dig it? For all that she's grown up a lot, Molly's still a party girl at heart. She and Pinkie would get on like a barn on fire. Or a town. Or a fair-sized city....
I knew there was no way that Molly could keep her Rave spell going at this intensity for this long... until I saw Pinkie pop up and hand her a pie for the second time in twenty minutes. Somehow, Rave Girl and Party Pony had figured out how to convert desserts directly into magical power. Two thoughts battled for supremacy in my mind: Firstly, that I had somehow fallen into a Hostess commercial from an old Marvel comic (and could I hop on the pastry-power bandwagon too? Beating Nicky and the Denarians with pie the next time we met would be some sort of karmic justice, surely). And secondly, both the Princesses and the Council were going to want Words with me for dooming both our worlds to a Party A-Pie-colypse....
Of course, a pair of pretty, cheerful Party Girls (mares?) are going to attract attention....
Pinkie and Molly were entertaining a small multispeicies mob of male (and a few female) admirers, and I couldn't help noticing (against my will) as I waded through said mob that none of the parties involved seemed to much care about species differences. Now, I'm all about judging people (and ponies, and... others) by the content of their characters rather than... um... their genes, but I was really, REALLY glad Bob wasn't here to see this. And trying not to think about the things he would say if he were....