A crazy ass rainstorm has you running for shelter.

"God damn it, Rainbow. If you just did your DAMN job right then we wouldn't have this issue."

Most of the houses and stores are locked or closed for the evening, leaving you no where to shelter yourself from the high winds and thunder. A light flickers on in the distance. Could it be? You sprint head on to the source of the light in the dark, cold night. Sugarcube Corner.

Thank you, Jesus. Erm. Actually, Pinkie Pie. Pinkie Jesus? Whatever. You run inside and slam the door behind you.

"Oh god... Thanks Pinkie. It's hell out there."

"O-oh... N-no problem. Every p-pony is my friend, and I want to see them smile."

You turn to what is obviously Fluttershy's voice. For some reason beyond your comprehension, she is wearing a massive costume that looks like Pinkie Pie.

"Fluttershy. What are you doing."

"O-oh no. I think y-you have me m-mistaken Nonny. I'm Pinkie Pie! The Ponyville p-party pony."

She pops a small party-popper and blows on a kazoo. Then takes a deep breath.

"Woohoo!"

You sit dumbfounded at what you have just witnessed.

"Fluttershy... roleplay isn't my fetish."

"Shoot! Can you at least help me get out of this? It's really chafing my flank."

"Uh, yeah sure I guess."

"The zipper is in the back."

You head to the back of the costume and look for the zipper. The costume is completely ruined by marejuice in the back.

"On second though. No. I'll risk getting hit by a tornado."

You storm out of the shop and get hit by a park bench.

Author's Notes:

Thank god I never did a series like this.