Thread 72: Stories 16-30

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"SS"
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"You realize this is illegal."

>It's target practice.

"Illegal."

>Target practice.

"Illegal."

>My daddy can buy the guards.

"No, he can't."

>How do you think I got most of this stuff?

"...Chilling."

>Right, as I was saying, target practice.

"...You do realize this is, in addition to being illegal, just kind of mean, right?"

>Meh.

"Sometimes I forget how you are."

>...meehhhhh...

"Fine. Just blow up another priceless antique you shot out of a catapult."

>Oh, Silver Spoon.

BOOOM!

>... I did it three seconds ago.

"...Creepy."

>And don't you forget it.

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>Pommel
"Daw"
'Guards'

"Why in the fecking feck would the password by Password!?"

'Just try it!'

"Nope, nothin'."

'Ok, Password123.'

"Oh feck off!"

>The heck's going on over here?

'Captain, save us from this crazy bitch!'

'Who's his marefriend.'

'Aw crap.'

>No, no, I'm seeing the crazy right now, Daw, what the hell are you doing?

"What's it look like I'm doing, I'm gonna get this lot to respect you by havin' them face what you faced."

>Doesn't that make me seem like a real douche, though?

'That's what we said!'

"Alright, johnny altruism, what do you suggest?"

>How about I actually, y'know, train with them in there instead of putting them against-what were you going to have them fight?

"Brahmos."

>Okay, yeah, no, we are not doing that.

"Coddler!"

>Hey guys, who wants to shoot up some horrible mutant fish ponies?

'...neat.'

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~~~~~~~

She didn't want this.

Any of this.

She didn't want to be here in the Crystal Empire, she didn't want to be heading towards a certain changeling royal, she didn't want to be thinking about how she was going to word a huge bombshell, she didn't want to think about how Chrysalis was going to react, and she didn't want to be here, period.

If it had been up to her, this whole mess would have been buried with that fungus that caused this whole mess. If it had been up to her, she would have taken this whole thing with her to her grave, no matter how long that took to come around. If it had been up to her, she would have blotted this whole thing from memory and it could just plain be forgotten. The one reason, the sole reason she was here and nothing else, was that she didn't want to even think about what would happen if someone tried to use this against her. Really, she was doing this because if Arana had rushed up to her in a bout of justified gloating, Chrysalis would likely make her dead. There would be no thought on the Queen's part, just a simple flash of fire that would likely decimate an entire section of whatever area she was in and one less spiderling in the world. That was it.

Worse, there was every possibility that one day, Chitania might do it just to spite her. She didn't want to know what an all out war between two Queens would look like, but she didn't want to take the risk. Chitania had wiped out an entire city by just walking before, and at her peak had been able to lift an entire structure the size of a small city and hold it in the air. When worse case scenario is Chitania literally using all of Canterlot as a projectile, it was better to err on the side of caution.

Still, that didn't mean she had to like it, any of it.

And she didn't.

She even almost felt something stir in her when she walked into the room she had been helpfully directed to by some rather cheerful guards and found her laying on her back on a couch, stuffing scoops of popcorn into her laughing mouth every other time someone was hit in the face with a pie on screen. The music on that screen was positively booming, yet she had not heard a sound until she had opened the door. Good. That would solve at least some problems. Not all, but it was a start.

A lazy gaze rolled over when the Queen heard someone enter. In the next moment, there was popcorn everywhere.

“Oh fuck, why are you over here!?”

How she longed for the days Chrysalis would barely even pay attention to her while on that couch. The last time she had freaked out like this, it had been when she had dragged Seventy Seven clear to the Empire to make her confront him. She honestly missed the days Chrysalis could not give a single care excepting when she brought back supposedly dead changelings, and did not snap into a fighting stance the instant she heard the door click locked.

“You listen here you apple fetish creep, this going down over in Canterlot is one thing, but if you're trying to start again over here-”

“Chrysalis, Ah'm not here ta' fight ya'.”

“Bullshit. What's the plan, trying to see how many places you can fight me before I run out of room?”

“Ah' said, Ah'm not here ta' fight ya'.”

“I have long since passed the time when I would give you the benefit of the doubt.”

Her own tenseness gradually grew worse as she tried to just spit it out, to just get it over and done with and move on to Chrysalis hating her yet again for yet another reason. Just be done, go home and try to put this whole mess behind her.

“Look... okay, Ah' need ta' talk ta' ya'-”

“There is absolutely nothing you could ever say that I want to hear.”

“Yer' right, ya' don't want ta' hear this, and Ah' don't wanna tell it, but Ah' gotta.”


A single, suspicious eyebrow rose up, and the power around her horn began to crackle with magic.

“If you are hoping to apologize, we have long since passed the time when that would have meant anything.”

“Ah'm not here ta' apologize fer' anythin'.”

“If you are here to gloat, then do get it out of your system now, it's not going to get a reaction out of me this time.”

“Ah'm not gonna gloat fer' lands sake!'

“...If this is about Twe-”

“IT'S ABOUT YER' MA!”

She didn't know if it was what Chrysalis was about to ask or her own impatience that finally broke the dam. Regardless, a part of her was thankful.

Less so for the look of utter disgust that crossed Chrysalis's face after that.

“...Oh? You have something to say about my mother, do you? Well, by all means, let's hear it. Do be warned, though, I may have certain rules regarding parents most days, but I'm willing to fight on an even field if someone else brings this to the table, if you catch my drift.”

“Chrysalis... look, Ah' know, and Ah'm not doin' this ta' spite ya' or hurt ya', okay? Ah' wouldn't...”

Sadness escaped her in a breath, a wisp of air and a tilt of her hat to cover her face.

“Look... back when... back when that whole mess with the plants happened, Ah'... me and Arana were watching Chitania fight, and he grabbed her, Spike Ah' mean, he grabbed her and... and Arana rushed up ta' help, and then Ah' got caught up in it, and-”

“You're not making any sense.”

“LOOK DAMN IT!”

Her breath had turned hot, almost like spitting fire, when she screamed, desperate to keep Chrysalis's ever running mouth from stopping her now that she's finally gotten going.

“Look, just... just shut up and listen. Shut up so Ah' can say this!”

“Then say it.”

“Ah'm tryin'! Just let me speak!”

“Then SPEAK!”

“LOOK!... Look, Arana and Ah'... we saw stuff. That thing, it was tryin' ta' break her. It was tryin' ta' make her watch somethin'... somethin' awful that happened, somethin' she did and she can't never take back. Ah'm not gonna tell ya' what Ah' saw there, that there is her past and ain't nobody got a right to it but her, no matter how bad she is. But... but it wasn't all Ah' saw. Just a'fore we got tossed off... we saw somethin' else. It was... it was about yer' mother.”

Utter confusion was her only reply, bafflement all Chrysalis would give her in return.

“So... you saw Chitania's memories?”

“Yeah.”

“And my mother was in one of them?”

She winced, but nodded.

“My mother and Chitania were rather close in the old days, it's not very surprising. What, was this some kind of oddity to you? Applejack, really, Chitania wasn't always as she is now, and if you're just confused as to why my mother would-”

“No, Chrysalis... that ain't what Ah' saw.”

“...I don't understand. What did you see?”

And just like that, every single word froze in her throat, every single explanation just lodged into her windpipe and stuck in there, unable to go out.

“I said, what did you see? The attack? My mother sealing her away?”

It choked her, not letting any air pass through the lodging in her esophagus, nor any explanation that Chrysalis obviously sought. Nothing.

“Speak, already! What did you see?”

She shook her head, her chest growing hot and painful, pain prickling at the corners of her eyes as they strained.

“What did you see!?”

At last she could keep it in no more.

“JUST READ MAH' MIND!”

From the way her jaw dropped, you would swear Applejack had just told her to pour on some lighter fluid and flick a match.


“Just... just read that part, okay? Ah' don't... Ah' don't wanna just say it. Okay? This ain't easy fer' me! Ah' didn't wanna do this! But ya' need ta' know so... just that part, ya' hear me? Just go in on just that part alone and ya'll see what Ah' saw fer' yerself. No fuss, no muss, and don't you be lookin' around in there!”

Even Applejack, internally, wondered if she had just utterly lost her mind. A part of her even cursed her own cowardice at this, that she would even consider something so risky instead of just stepping up and speaking it. A part of her feared that she wouldn't be able to put into words what she saw. A part of her feared that Chrysalis would think she was lying. A part of her knew the truth... she just didn't want to be the one to say it, even if she knew it was her duty to do it. She just didn't want to be the one to speak the words that would cause what was to happen, and in a shameful moment she was trying to shuffle off the blame onto someone else.

She knew it wasn't right, she admitted that.

But this was sore for her, it was special for her. This time, just this once, she was going to make an exception.

“...You can't be serious.”

And even then, with everything laid bare, Chrysalis was suspicious.

“You can't honestly expect me to believe this isn't some sort of trap. Who put you up to this, Sunset? Did she place some kind of trap in your mind that would allow you to read my mind and copy what you saw? Is she so desperate for my knowledge and power she would stoop to this?”

“No, damn it! Ah'm... Ah' just want ya' ta' see for yer'self and know Ah' ain't lyin' or something! Ya' ain't gonna like it, Chrysalis.”

She looked at her, thoughtful and consideration mixing in with the obvious, plain suspicion.

“... No.”

And then came the anger.

“Are ya' gad danged serious!? Ah'm layin' out mah' freakin' brain ta' ya', and yer' gonna tell me no!?”


“I mean, no, I'm not going to read your mind. Bring the memory up to the surface, so I can make sure it's not trapped.”

The look Applejack gave her said it better than any words could have. Something along the lines of “Why don't you just ask me to juggle a hippo while performing heart surgery on a dragon with nothing but a pair of tweezers while also keeping the dragon under by serenading him with a kazoo.”

“Ah' don't know how ta' do that!”

That put it a little more simply.

“Oh for the love of... this is so basic!”

“Well whoop de doo!”

“It's seriously anything a grub could pull off completely by accident!”

“Iffin' yer' just tryin' ta' insult me, ya' can just take yer' friggen mind shit and shove it right up yer'-”

“For fucks sake! Just close your damn eyes!”

She did not.

“Close them I said!”

Still nothing.

“Fine, fuck you, go away, I'm not falling for this stupid trap.”

Reluctantly, very reluctantly... Applejack closed her eyes.

“Finally! Now.. start your magic.”

“What the heck does that even mean!?”

“It means do any magic! Anything!”

Again, just as reluctantly, she did. A simple telekinetic spell to lift a book.

“Good, you're not that stupid. Now, concentrate on your brain.”

Behind her, the book promptly fell the floor.

“Keep your magic going for fucks sake!”

“Ah'm tryin'! This is hard!”

“How is this hard?! This is like doing magic and walking at the same time! This is literally the most barebones basic concentration ability you can do!”

“Well, it's hard!'

The chitinous hoof that rammed into her own face was also, coincidentally, hard.

“Okay, it's really simple, just think of it like catching an apple after pulling it from a tree.”

“Ah' buck them from trees.”

“Fine! Whatever! Just think of it like you're kicking a tree, and need to pay attention to where the apple is going to fall!”

“...huh.”

Strangely, that did help, but not quite enough. For the next five minutes, Applejack struggled between trying to lift a book and think about her own mind. Every time she tried to do one, the other would drop. It took everything the Queen had not to strike her right there.

When she finally, finally, managed it for half of a second, the Queen was ready.

“That'll do.”

“HEY!”

Applejack struggled as she felt something reach out and seem to grab hold of her brain, seeming to grip a tiny little something in her mind and pull it to the top of her skull.

“Shut up, I'm not waiting for you to get the hang of this long enough to do this on your own. I want to get out of here before this century is out.”

It felt like a marble rolling around the top of bone, all along her cranium until it seemed to slip right into her horn, and trail all the way to the tip before finally letting go.

Finally, Applejack opened her eyes, and promptly went cross trying to look at her own horn.

“...How... how'd ya' know that was the one?”

“Because it was fucking green. Unsurprisingly, our memories are laced with magic, all of them. Our very minds are coated in it. As such, any memory that is transferred into you is rather easy to spot.”

“Oh... so, like Ah' said, no rootin' around in there! Ah' don't need ya' lookin' at mah' brain just cause Ah'm doin' you a favor!”

“A favor!?”

“Just shut up and look at it!”

To her surprise, the Queen did not move.

“What, exactly, does this have to do with my mother.”

“Just look at it.”

“I'm very suspicious that this is forged, or faked.”

“It ain't.”

“I'm starting to think you're using this to-”

“Just look at it!”

With all the caution of one stepping upon a bed of coals, slowly, a long black neck leaned forwards.

And, in the brief moment she could, she saw real, true worry in Chrysalis's eyes. A worry she only glimpsed at, before the world became a wash in green fire.

~~~~~~

There was snow.

Everywhere, all around her, there was snow. On her body, in her mane, in her eyes, everywhere. White white white as far as the eye could see. All except for a single, solitary shape of black.

For before her very eyes, there was a monster.

No... not her eyes.

Someone else.

“You fool!”

Someone... powerful.

“You stupid, simpering, pathetic little fool!”

Someone who could block the blows of the monster... and give it right back. No... not a monster. A beast.

A beast in pain.

She was looking through the eyes of a real monster.

“Don't you see!? You're obsolete! You've become completely outdated! I have your power, I have your magic! I am VARIOLUS THE GRAND TITAN!”

The beast before her laid into her, powerful hooves clashing in the land of the snow, scattering it with a force that land had never seen before. Two monsters, battling with everything they had, the song of death in their maws.

“You stupid, disgusting creature! After all the times I saved your pathetic hide! After the secrets I held for you, after the flames I put out, after I bring you back from near death at the claws of a dragon, you dare!? You dare to do this to me!? How dare you... I WILL HAVE EVERYTHING FOR THIS! DIE, VARIOLUS THE PRETENDER!”

The ice beneath them shattered as the beast became feral with her blows. But despite the power, the monster held firm.

“You were a fool not to leave me to die when you had the chance! You were a fool to believe I held any loyalty to any but myself, like all Queens! But most of all, you were a fool to share your secret with that pony slut! And now you will die for your stupidity!”

“DO NOT SPEAK OF HER YOU FILTH!”

The blows intensified, cracking titanic chitin beneath her hooves. But with the frankly stunning amount of love she had sapped from that pony, even the Titan's considerable strength was not enough to bring her low.


“You will die here, Chitania! Felled in the snow with your pathetic blood painting the ground! And they shall look to me, their new Queen, and they shall worship my might! I have transcended you, and your pathetic little weaknesses to see them saved, and I have become something greater! I will not dole out my mercy as you have free of charge, no, I shall only give it to those who serve me, who pledge to be in my hive! I shall take their power, I shall take their love, I shall take their bodies and I shall rule over them! They shall all submit to me, in full, or perish! I am VARIOLUS, the Queen who stands above all!”

The beast took every blow she had, weathered every attack. On her side, twin puncture wounds oozed with a sickly green hue. The poison upon the monster's fangs was coursing through her at this very moment, weakening her, dampening her power.

But it was not enough to stop her.

“What do you hope to gain from this? Even if by some heaven sent miracle you achieved victory, the other Queens would destroy you for what you have done. All will descend upon you.”

A blow from the monster forced her back, back up against the wall of ice that served as the peak of the mountain. With her back to the cold, she could do little more than block as the monster rained blows upon her.

“HA HA! Destroy me!? For what, killing the mighty Chitania? Please! They don't care about you, all they've ever wanted is your power, and your protection! They care only what you give away, nothing else! Had it been any other Queen, they would have treated them no different, no different than any other pawn to be played in their continued survival! So long as I keep them alive, they will forget you ever existed! You are nothing but a tool!”

The beast grabbed hold of her, drawing her in painfully close with a twist of her hooves.


“LIES! Lies you tell yourself in fear of what is to come, just like the lies you speak that you will survive today! You will die here today, Variolus! You will die for what you did to her, to all of them, and I will have your head! But even if I fall, they shall avenge me, they shall not rest until your blood is on the ground, and your skull is taken from your neck! We are not monsters, I see that now. We have the potential, we feel love, and all of them can show it! They feel it, even if they do not yet know, and they will prove it should I fall! The hearts of the Queens are not black... save for yours. And that is why you will die for this! Choke on your lies and save us all the trouble!”

The beast struck back, forcing her away, forcing her at last off her hooves and to her back in the snow. Before the assault could continue, the beast froze. Stilled in her tracks by a dark, low laugh.

“Do you truly believe that? That after all you've done, any Queen truly cares for you.”

“...I do.”

“That they care for you, that they would see you well at their own cost?”

“...Yes. They are idiots, they are fools but they are not monsters. There is more to them, I believe it. They would not betray me, and your lies are nothing but delaying the inevitable of your death..”

“Not even your dear... sister?”

“Save any lies you have of her, foul thing, I trust her with my life.”

“Well then... have I got something to show you!”

At the top of the memory, Chrysalis reeled back instinctively from the familiarity of the magic. It took her back, back to a time when she faced the Titan beneath stone, and was taken off guard in the midst of a battle. Idly, she now understood where Chitania had learned such an advanced ability.

But she was given no time to ponder it, before the fire returned again, and she yet again was taken away.

~~~~~

Trees.

Grass.

A forest.

Leaves blocking her sight.

Chrysalis did not recognize this place, as she had the other. She did not recognize this land, or these fauna, the cliff just beyond her sight or anything.

Nor did she recognize the small, sickly looking drone changeling that was revealed when those leaves parted ever so slightly. She did not recognize any of this.

“What are you doing?”

But that voice.. that one she recognized. She had heard that voice every single day of her childhood, in all her grandest dreams, a voice no passage of time no matter how great could ever take from her.

And it chilled her.

The changeling jumped, looking to where the voice had originated, just beyond her sight. She could not see the figure that brought the little thing such awe, but she did not need to. None knew of what she looked like, as much as Chrysalis did.

“Y-you....”

“Yes, me, your dear aunt. Now, I do believe I asked you a question. What, exactly, are you doing so far away from your mother? Chitania will not be pleased.”

A million things crashed into the current Queen at once. The knowledge her mother had known of Chitania's spawn chilled her, and she did not know why.

The sickly looking thing looked away, looking back down the edge of a abhorrently large cliff.

“...I was leaving.”

“Oh?”

“She... she doesn't need me. I'm just a burden, and she'll waste her whole life trying to make me useful. But I'm not, I can't be like her. I can never be like her. She's just too... big. I'm too small.”

“I was referring to the 'was' portion.”

She tensed, growing suspicious as she turned around.

“...Aren't you going to bring me back to her?”

There was a silence, a deathly, empty silence during which Chrysalis wanted to jump up and scream 'Yes! Of course she is!', but no matter how hard she tried, she could not move.

For it was but a memory.

“No, I don't suppose I am.”

At that moment, her heart stopped.

“Fair warning, the only way to escape her is through that jungle before you. You will need to run through it to the other side, and scale the mountain. It will provide cover when she chases you, and the beasts will slow her down. Any other way she will catch you quite quickly.”

The changeling looked back, stunned. So quickly, it agitated the bruise visible on her side.

“W-what?”

“I said, I will not stop you. I will not help you, but I will not stop you either. This is your choice. Return to your mother and the life that entails, or run for it and try to find peace in a life without expectations. I will not tell her where you have gone, I will not help her find you. This is your choice.”

There was a pause, a moment, a time when a million questions passed by the changeling before her.

“...Should I stay?”

But only that one was voiced.

Another pause, more time passed.

Nothing but silence.

In the dead of that silence... the changeling jumped.

“Well, that was quite cold of you, considering the history of this all.”

The voice that spoke through the body not of her own was practically oozing venom. A sickly taste filled her mouth as she recognized the voice from whom it spoke.

The eyes not her own shifted and moved forwards, peering over the edge of the cliff to where the shape was dropping low.

“I did not kill her, and I will have no hoof in her death should it occur. There is every chance Chitania will catch her and return her to her side.”

“We both know that is not true, nothing save a Queen could survive down there, let alone something so... sickly.”

“I had no hoof in what follows, I simply let it happen as if I was not here.”

“But you were. You could have stopped it, easily.”

“...We do not need her. For the grand vision that is to come, Chitania is needed, not that... thing. Not that weakling that could not save a mouse. She will never be strong, and Chitania is too blinded by her own failure to see it. She knows she was never meant to be. Chitania is... defective. But we will use this to our advantage, and never need her replaced. She will be there for us, our race, my daughter, as long as we need her to be. And she will protect them.”

“I see...”

“Soon, we shall be a united hive. A single gathering force, no more of this backstabbing and infighting. My daughter shall live in a time unparalleled in changeling history. We shall be unstoppable as we conquer Equestria, the gryphons and all other lands. One hive shall rule them all and make them our cattle to be fed upon at our leisure. For this future, we do not need that... thing. We need the Titan, and now... we shall never fear her being replaced by something so pathetic. That weakling could never protect us as my sister does, and we know it. One life to save countless hundreds... it is not something I will enjoy. I know she cares for her, but this is for the best. One life... in exchange for a united, protected, hive.”

“And I will be part of this hive, correct?”

“So long as you play your part.”

The eyes she inhabited turned, looking to a silhouetted shape bathed in the red sun of the cresting morning, encircling her in crimson like the fires of hell.

“One hive, united... and unstoppable.”

She flew away, red light dancing in the transparency of her wing to give the illusion she was carried away by flames. Soon, the monster was all alone.

Or so she thought.

“...Drone? Go down and... watch it happen. Do not kill her, that will be easily traced if she finds the body, but do... watch, and report back. That will be most fun to see.”

~~~~~

Like a burst of air filling her lungs as she crested the water, she was back in the snow, back in the landscape of desolation.

“Do you not see? All of us, every one, see you as nothing but a-”

There was a roar.

A roar unlike anything anyone living had ever heard shook the world.

Things got fuzzy after that.

~~~~~~

And just like that, she was back in the real world. The Queen was back, and looking down at a melancholy, sad little face looking up at her.

“...Look, Ah' wanted ta' keep mah' trap shut on this one, ya' got it? Ah' wanted this ta' be dead, and you wouldn't know, and nobody would know, and that was it. But Arana knows now, and she was gonna tell ya'. Iffin' she didn't, Chitania was gonna tell ya'. Ah' figured that iffin' ya' had ta' hear it from anyone, ya' heard it from-”

“Fuck you.”

No more air could pass through her lungs as Chrysalis moved forwards. Not a drop of magic was needed, the look of pure hate in her eyes was more than enough.

“You fucking disgusting, lying, shit spewing, underhanded piece of...”

“Ah' didn't lie-”

“FUCK YOOOOU!”

Her hoof swung back, cocked hard and burning with a power that could only be matched by the fire in her eyes, looking as if she could melt steel with a single swing of it.

Applejack steeled herself, instinctively calling upon her magic to protect her, knowing it would do very little. She was prepared for this, knowing full well when she stepped in here that Chrysalis might react like this. Still, the knowledge that someone might do something and actually seeing it are two wildly different things.

But despite all of that... the hoof never shot forwards. It remained there, hanging in the air, waiting, but never striking.

The fire never went out in her eyes, but nor did it intensify. It was a stalemate, a stock still pony and a raging changeling with a shaking hoof in the air.

“...Ain't ya' gonna do it?'

Blood seeped down Chrysalis's mouth, obviously from where she had bitten her lip. Slowly, very slowly, her hoof lowered to the ground.

Never, in Applejack's whole time with her, had she felt such... hate pouring off of her and directed right at her. Never in her whole life had she seen anyone, anywhere, feel that much hate.

And every drop of it was directed right at her.

“Leave.”

Her voice croaked, obviously irritated from the blood drying up as it poured down it.

Applejack, instead, did not move.

“Ah'm sorry ya' had ta' see that. Ah' didn't want ya' ta'-”

“Bullshit. You're... you're fucking loving this, aren't you? You finally have something on me... well, fuck you, tell everyone you want what you saw, I don't care, I'm not letting... that's not changing anything, you hear me? She's still the greatest Queen to ever live, she just... she just made a hard choice. If anything, that makes her even more better than you, at least she kept her trap shut this whole time. You... you're not hurting me with this you piece of garbage.”

Applejack felt her hat grow heavy upon her head, pushing her down, leaning her forwards until it covered her eyes, and her muzzle pointed to the floor.

“...Ya' think Ah' don't know yer' lyin'?”

“Fuck you.”

“You think Ah' don't know?”

“Get the fuck out of this castle, now.”

“Damn it, Chrysalis, Ah'm not tryin' ta' hurt you-”

“FUCK YOU!”

She snarled, power radiating off her and shoving the princess back. Even with her own magic to bare, she simply could not stand against the sheer power radiating off her. She skidded, but did not fall down.

“I knew you were more than that old fashioned aw shucks do gooder down beneath it all, Applejack. It just burns you, doesn't it, that despite the fact you thought you won, I was the one who really came out on top. It just chaps your fat orange ass every day that instead of knocking me down, you lost every single scrap of power you held in that relationship. You can't threaten me, you can't order me, you can't control or do jack shit against me, and thanks to the fact my hive is now out of your reach you have to actually deal with the fact I could easily stomp you into the dirt, I would not even have to try. No... you instead decided to once more turn to the one creature who aids you, and you got this from Chitania, didn't you? You asked, she gave it, and you made up this whole bullshit story about mind control and Arana and everything, didn't you? You... sicken me. If you thought you would hurt me, you've only compounded your endless failure. All you've done is sicken me. You sicken me with how pathetic you are, just like your...”

“...Go on, say it.”

She snapped up, finally meeting those eyes filled with so much hate, and letting Chrysalis look into a pair that was red, strained and glaring.

“Ain't ya' gonna go fer' it? Fair's fair, right? Ah' show'd ya' yer' ma in a bad light, so now yer' gonna go fer' mine? Huh? Go on! Go ahead! Make fun of 'em! Call 'em inbred hillbilly hicks or somethin'! That's what ya' want, right? That's all ya' want! Ya' don't care Ah' told ya' this so ya' didn't have ta' hear it from CHITANIA, all ya'll care about is Ah' made you feel bad, and now ya' gotta do the same ta' me, right? Well? GO FOR IT!”

But she only glared. She only glared on, hate and spite welling up in those green eyes, fire still burning atop her head and tips of her hooves.

“... The fuck are you waiting for me to say? I don't know jack shit about your parents. I've never met them. What, did you think I was going to send down an agent to scout them out or something? Please, I've got better things to do than look up what your parents are doing.”

That's when it hit her.

That's when it finally struck her.

It all made sense.

“Iffin' ya' did, all they'd be doin' is starin' at a rock till they got bored.”

“And what the fuck does that...”

It hit the Queen right back. Just as hard, just as fast.

She faltered in her hate, just for a second, just for a moment before she regained her power and her stance, but she faltered all the same. Applejack saw it... and it spurred her on.

“Yeah... just after Applebloom was born. Ah' wasn't lyin', ya' stupid bug monster. Ah' just... Ah' couldn't let ya' hear it from them, cause they'd use it. They wouldn't tell it, they'd use it. They'd use it in the way ain't nobody should ever have to hear it. It ain't right, and Ah' don't care iffin' you're the most worthless excuse fer' a leader Ah' ever did see, Ah' don't care iffin' ya' ain't listened ta' a day of sense in all yer' life, nobody deserves that. Nobody. Ah' know that first hoof.”

She felt something burn in her as she continued, a feeling that this was wrong, that she shouldn't say what she was about to say, but she couldn't help it. This had been inside her for a while, she might as well let it out.


“Ah' know what it's like ta' have the greatest mom in the whole world be there for ya', make ya' breakfast, help with every scraped knee, read every story ya' wanna hear or make ya' feel safe every day of yer' life, and one day they're just gone. Ah' know what it's like ta' remember them as the greatest thing in the universe, and one day some nobody comes up and tells you they ain't that great. Ah' know what it's like ta' have nothin' but a memory of them left, and then someone tries ta' take even that from ya' cause they ain't got any soul left! Ah' know what it's like ta' have somethin' like that, someone so amazin' and lose it in a day, and all you've got left are the pieces of what they were! Ah' know what it's like ta' move on, be done, be happy again and sure they'd be proud of you, and someone brings it back up and tries to throw it in her face! Ah' know every single memory in that skull of yours is precious, and Ah' don't want to take that from you! Nobody should! This is somethin' that happened, but that don't change who she was ta' you, or your kin, or anybody else! Ah' know she was special!”

Her voice had reached a roar by the end, her throat growing so sore she could barely even breath when she was done.

“Ah' don't know most about you, or your species, or your kind, nothing really, but iffin' there's one thing we're the same on, is that somehow we both had the greatest mare in the whole world watch over us at some point, and now they're gone. They both made mistakes, they both did stuff they shouldn'a, but that doesn't change what they were... nothin's gonna change what they were, or what they meant ta' me-... ta' us.”

She had tilted her hat down, hiding her sight from the Queen who remained stock still, and unwavering.

“Iffin' ya' wanna take a swing at me, fine. Ah've had worse, been hit fer' dumber reasons than that, and Ah' guess Ah' owe ya' one. Go ahead, Ah' can take it.”

For a brief, tense moment, her hoof did indeed raise, and did indeed find itself consumed in power.

In the next, it was placed back down, and the Queen turned her back on her.

“...Nothing, ever, will change what my mother was. She was the greatest Queen to ever live until myself, the one who stood above all as they fell away. Did she do some unpleasant things to get to that point? Yes. But they worked. In the end, my mother was the last Queen standing, and...”

She knew there was more to be said, but strangely she changed gears.

“This changes nothing.”

“...Good. Never wanted it to. Ah'm sorry it had ta' happen, and Ah' hope that's the last we hear of it.”

With that, she rose to all hooves again, keeping her hat tilted down, keeping her gaze away from the back of the Queen that even now would not look to her.

“Your mother...”

She froze, tensing up on instinct at the smooth, conversational tone in her voice.

“Was she...”

She waited on pins and needles, waiting for the hammer to drop.

“...Nevermind.”

That was it, dropped away without a single thing more said. Something about that, though... it made Applejack feel a bit lighter.

“Ah' ever tell you sorry fer' breakin' your arm?”

“You did not.”

“How about that...”

Chrysalis heard the door unlock and open before she could turn around, but when she finally did, the mare was long gone.

“...huh.”

Applejack wouldn't look to any as she made her way back to the portal, would not speak to others, or glance at a guard. Her hat, as always when she needed it to, shielded her from the world, and kept their gaze off of her. Her mission was done, and she could go home, at last. She could go home... and try to move on again. Not forget, never forget, just move on.


In the room she left behind, Chrysalis almost casually made her way to the window, and peered through it's clear surface. Looking down with an almost regal eye upon the ones down below, at the base of the castle.

"So... that's why you hid so many memories from me."

All this time, she thought she had done it too soon, that she hadn't done it right, that there was something yet she had failed or missed... and the answer had been there all along.

“... it really was your fault. All for this.”

Her chest throbbed, briefly, at the thought. It really had been her mother's fault, after all, what happened on that snowy peak. And it was all to gather them together, and rule them all.

Her eyes focused on them... Her hive...

“...Well, mother...”

The last hive.

One single, united hive.

“... you succeeded.”

~~~

>NC
>Chrysalis
~~~~

>...Waaiiiit a minute... I feel like I'm forgetting something... OH SHIT RIGHT! TWELVE! APPLEJACK GET YOUR ASS BACK HERE! APPLEJACK!? APPLEJAAAAACKKKKKK!

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>Pinkie
"Twilight"
~~~~~
>Welcome to Not Late Night /pa/ with your host Pinkie Pie! It's during this time that content does matter and ! Now for our main guest...TWILIGHT!!!

"Why..."

>Because it gives me meaning! Tell us, were there any growing pains raising Spike?

"...I guess he was a little bitey."

>Like a zombie!?!

"No! There are other things that bite."

>It's worse isn't it!?! He's a vampire dragon!

"Pinkie, I don't know how you arrived at-"

>Don't worry. We'll steak him the next time, for now that's our show everypony! Bye!
Twilight wakes up.
"...but that was a slab of meat...Do I even want to know?"

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~~~~~

“Don't worry.”

The mind of a sentient being is a complex, mysterious thing. Indecipherable by even the most studious of scholars, misunderstood by philosophers and often misused by its owners. The mind made anyone, be they pony, gyphon or Changeling, what they were.

“You will be better soon.”

That is why Variolus relished in her ability to control it like a puppeteer her puppets. The strings numbered in the hundreds, and even the smallest twitch send a bolt through neural conduits that could result in a change of mood, inspiration or just a twitch of the hoof. But she held them all in her grasp, if she wanted.

“You are in complete control.”

It was an art, subtle and completely impossible to perceive, if you knew what you were doing. And Variolus prided herself in her ability to work from the shadows, unseen. Dead or Alive, that is what she did, to ensure her plans came to fruition.

“Think of all the power you will have.”

A mistake that cost her life was made, once, out of false pride and absolute confidence in her own abilities and plans being flawless.

“If anyone finds out, they will take it all away from you. Hide, but don't disappear.”

But thanks to that, coercing this mare came with such ease. Sunset was like her, in so many regards. Sly, ambitious, manipulative, selfish, power-hungry and willing to step all over others on the path to her goals.

“Now. Stun him. While his back is turned.”

Oh, sure, she had to stop panic, suspicion or fear before it made itself known in that pony's mind. It was like constantly trying to fix a wall that kept showing cracks as you worked.

“Do it like this... Mmmmh... Yessss. That's it. It tastes heavenly, doesn't it? You want more of that.”

The unicorn had morals, ethics, a personal code she adhered to. The trick was not to make her break these, but have her convince herself this wasn't a permanent thing. That she was doing this just once, out of necessity.

“Much, much more. It is life. It is POWER. You need it.”

But the longer you taught a brain how to react to certain stimuli, the faster it would adapt to continue operating smoothly. And Sunset Shimmer was adapting admirably.

“Laws don't mean anything is no one is there to enforce them.”

In fact, she was adapting faster than any drone she had ever seen. She had to adjust her plans to that convenient happenstance.

“Yes. Of course I will leave once you have done what I asked for.”

Variolus was pleased. So very, very pleased.

“Trust me.”

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>32
„Rarity“
'Dressmaker'
~???~
~~~~~~

To pose for an artist wasn't as amazing as the books made it out to be.

>Ow.

Especially if said artist was a dressmaker trying to fit pieces of a suit to your form with needles and very clearly didn't like you.

'You were saying?'

>You pricked me again.

The stallion gave him a half-lidded look over the rim of his pince-nez glasses.

'I'm terribly sorry.'

And Thirty-Two gave the elderly stallion a bemused grin.

>I am quite sure you are, Sir.

Rarity chose that moment to chime in, not even looking up from the local rag she was reading.

„Now, now, don't be giving him such sass. It is unbecoming of someone of your stature, Thirty-Two.”

>My stature won't be of any help if your acquaintance stabs me to death with his needles.

A scandalized huff came from the stallion, who promptly shot to his hooves, nose raised into the air.

'That's it. I can't work with this-this INDIVIDUAL. I am terribly sorry Princess, but you will have to find somepony else to provide you with the materials you need. GOOD. DAY.'

And with all the elegance of a rhino, the stallion stomped out and slammed the door that lead to the back of the shop.

“Was that truly necessary?”

A sigh that belied years of endured patience with the prissy elite of Canterlot came from Rarity. Sliding out of her chair she folded up the newspaper and sauntered past the Changeling.

>Ponies like him make me realize just what a monumental task I have ahead of me. The Canterlites really DO enjoy hating us.

“Prejudice and bad gossip will bring anypony's ruin in the upper crust. I am sorry for his behavior, but let me see if I can charm him into finishing the job. The fabric he offers is rather hard to get by. Just a minute!”

The white unicorn headed into the back of the shop as well, leaving Thirty-Two to stand still and slowly zone out. His stare was mostly fixed towards the large, glass-paned storefront as time passed.

Ponies in all sorts of clothes, from tasteful to garish, were passing by on the street, allowing him to waste his time trying to guess their names by their cutiemarks. It was a futile task, he knew. Ponies tended to be both inventive and overly cutesy in their choice of naming foals.

More time passed, and he was just about to give up on Rarity ever returning when he witnessed something curious.

A mare in a skirt and blouse with an eggshell-colored coat and blonde mane passed by, apparently talking to herself while looking into the windowpane.

For just a moment, their eyes met and the mare slowed, then came to a complete stop.

Turning slowly, she stared into the store. Particularly where he was standing. She blinked, then did a visible double-take.

He wasn't quite sure if she could see him, but she did start moving her mouth as if talking to herself again. Or was she trying to tell him something? If so, he couldn't well understand, but she seemed to be quite animated about something.

He tried a valiant smile, if only to make a better impression on one of Canterlot's residents for once.

And lo and behold, she smiled back at him.

He thought that was the end of that exchange. But to his surprise the mare turned and headed for the door.

There was no bell to signal her arrival. He noticed her step was oddly smooth, as if she was gliding. And the entire time, she was looking at him quite intently.

>Aaah... good day? I am terribly sorry, but if you are looking for Mr Fine Line, he is in the back. Arrival pending.

The mare didn't say a word at first. She walked closer though, tilting her head left, then right as she studied him. Her close proximity allowed him to see that she had the most striking, green eyes.

>Ma'am?

If only that headache didn't decide to start now. It wasn't bad, just a nagging pressure, a faint pull on the front of his skull that made him uncomfortable. He tried not to grimace while he wondered where it came from.

>Ma'am, you are staring. I realize that my kind has become quite a rare sight in Canterlot as of late, but I assure you, I am-

~Come visit me.~

That line caused Thirty-Two to blink.

>Excuse me?

The blonde unicorn produced a pen and small piece of parchment -likely from a notepad- out of her saddlebags. He took note of the red-and-yellow sunblaze symbol emblazoned onto the clasp, if only because it was so unique.

~I live in the castle. I'd be happy if you could come visit me some time, Mr...?~

He was still too perplexed to make sense of what was transpiring right now, and so answered without thinking.

>I-ah, Thirty-Two. Like the numerals.

The mare looked up, smiling in that oddly captivating way of hers, and tucked the folded piece of parchment with directions to someplace in Canterlot Castle into the pocket of the still not entirely finished suit.

~No strings attached. I'd just love to... talk. Or more. No pressure either. Come visit any time.~

And finally, the gears began turning in his head, thank the Hivemind.

>Heh, that's new. You're quite forward for being a local, lady. Not that I mind, but at least I like to have some flowers before being tied to a bed.

The mare grinned in return, making clear she knew what he was insinuating.

~Oh, you Changelings aren't as strongly disliked as you may think. Have you currently set up residence in Canterlot or are you just visiting from the Empire?~

>I'd hope it would be permanent residence. See, you are talking to the first Ambassador of the Changeling race. The Embassy is only two roads further down this street. The flag is unmistakable, really.

That revelation seemed to surprise her, if her widened eyes were any indication.

~A-an Embassy? Already?~

>Already? I think it was about high time we had proper representation!

~Hmmm, I might just drop by some time to see you. You do seem like the hard-working type..~

She turned to leave, so he called out for her before she could vanish in the crowd outside.

>You never told me your name.

The mare paused in her gait, door half-open and looking back at him with an unreadable expression.

~...Shimmer. You can call me Shimmer.~

And then she left, just as soundlessly as she arrived, leaving behind a stunned but now thankfully headache-less Ling. He wasn't sure if that pony was a maid, noble, assistant or anything. He didn't really recall ever seeing her. But...

>Well, now. I believe I just scored without trying. In your face, 29.

Thirty-Two still was trying to make sense of that encounter when the indigo-maned alicorn returned with Fine Line.

“My, you seem quite elated to see us, Thirty-Two. What passing fancy makes you grin like a baffoon, dear?”

The confident smirk on his was quite hard to wipe from his face, he knew. But he didn't care right now. Fortune was on his side.

>Oh, nothing, really. I just think things are going to look up for me from now on.

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>Sunset
"Variolus"
'32'
~~

>Meh. I've had better.

"The only thing he never disappointed me in was not failing to disappoint me."

'AAAAAAAH-hrrrr-hrrr-hrr-hrr!'

>I would be grateful if you didn't use my body to lick up his tears.

"Salty tears of sorrow are what sustain me. Why do you think I am the worst Queen?"

>Huh. Now everything makes much more sense.

"Right?"

'Aaaaaah-bloo-bloo-bloo-blooo!'

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OR
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>Sunset
"Variolus"
'32'
~~

'Meh, I've had better.'

>YOU SAID WE WERE JUST GOING TO TAKE HIS LOVE!

"..."

>THAT IS NOT WHAT I THOUGHT YOU MEANT!

"Look, his one thing he wanted was a threesome, what kind of mother would I be if I didn't help him out?"

>...I'm out.

*BLAM!*

'...Not the first time that happened.'

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"Nor the first time this didn't stop me."

'You are are so twisted, Mother.'

"Just looking out for you, son. Round 2 while I am still warm?"


'...'

*BLAM!*

"I'll take that as a yes and just do whatever I want with your body

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>Pinkie
"RD"
~~~~~
>Welcome to Late Night /pa/ with your host Pinkie Pie! It's during this time that content doesn't matter and dreams come true! Now for our main guest...RAINBOW DASH!!!

"Booya!"

>Question! Do you think we're going to see you being awesome again?

"What? I'm always awesome."

>Gotta admit your screen time is low these days.

"That's because it's not easy to stare at my awesomeness."

>What have you been doing then?

"I've been-"

>That's it for our show! I hope folks have a goodnight!
RD wakes up.
"...it feels like it's been a while though."

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>56
“???”
~~~~

Collisions seemed to be the norm for 56 at this point, anything to keep him from getting where he needed to go, so it came as no surprise when he crashed into another down in the castle’s entryway lobby.

>Okay, the first few times? Kinda funny. Now, though? S’jus’ annoyin’.

Being the unmovable brick that he was, 56 stared as the colt before him with the pinto coat pattern stood, nodding apologetically.

“I-I’m terribly sorry, sir! I’m just in a hurry, you see!”

>That makes one of us….

“Yeah, I finally got me mum to let me come up to the castle to see Princess Luna!”

Eyes widened.

A heart skipped.

>…Really?

The colt nodded, practically bouncing in place.

“She’s the best princess ever! She’s so awesome she came to Ponyville one Nightmare Night and gave us all a good fright! Gosh, I hope she still remembers me… I was dressed as pirate then!”

>…Pirates’re nice….

“She thought so, too! Anyway, my name’s Pipsqueak! What’s yours?”

>Fifty… Fifty-Six.

“Odd name there, mate, but okay! I gotta go check in to see my princess so I’ll see ya later, numberbug!”

And as Pipsqueak raced past, and as 56 slowly followed him with gaze alone… he would swear he was looking at an exact pony version of himself.

And the thought alone was enough to make him frown.

>Well… if I don’t come back… least I won’t be missed so much, yeah?

His gait was just a little less energetic as 56 trundled through the main doors.

>Take care of the moons for me, Pipsqueak….

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 >SA
"Cadence"
'2'
~~~~~

>Two, we're very concerned about this test of yours.

'AH' PLEAD... uh... which'un is it that says it wasn't me?'

"We know it was you."

'Ya' gotta prove it! Innocent until proven guilty!'

"You wrote your name on it. In full view of your teacher. And the paper is covered in marchmalleys."

'Those could'a been anyone's marchmalleys!'

>...

'...Ya' don't know.'

>Well, regardless, we're very, very concerned about your uh... answer to this question.

"Specifically, "what should you do if confronted with someone who makes you mad'."

>You wrote 'punch them'.

'....Annnnnnd?'

>That is not the right answer.

'Ah'm cont... contres... I say no!'

"Okay, explain."

'Chitania made ya' mad, and ya' punched her.'

>That was very specific circumstances-

'Sombra made ya' mad, and ya' blew him up, I think.'

"Again, very specific-"

'And Not-mom made Applejack mad, and she punched her. Didn't even do nothin', just made her mad and BLAM!'

>...Er, very specific circumstances. And she wasn't aiming for her.

'So then she said sorry? I gotta say sorry when I hit someone I don't mean ta', so if she didn't say sorry she meant to!'

"...I've got nothing for that one."

>...We'll discuss this more later. No punching.

'Ya' made Forty Two cry with that, Ah' can feel it.'

>Forty Two is special with regards to punches.

'Didn't ya say I was special too?'

"...We are kind of fudging this."

>Little bit.

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 >18
"Dash"
~~~

>AHHHHHHHHHHH!

"It's not that bad."

>AHHHHHHHHHHH!

"Really, it's how I file things, it's my mojo."

>AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

"So I'm not as OCD as Twilight is, so what? It's not like it's that bad! There's a method to this!"

>AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

"No, really! Check this out, if I wanted Soarin's file, It's right over.... uh... hold up, I moved that over there to fit my coffee maker... that one's my sandwich... I think that was at one time a salad but has instead become it's own life form... uhhhhhh..."

>AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

"Uhhh.. okay, so I'm a liiiiiittle disorganized, so sue me."

>AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

"...NOBODY SHOWED ME HOW TO DOOOHOOO THISSSSSS! I DON"T KNOW WHAT I'M DOIIIIIINNNG! I COULD BARELY MANAGE SIX OF USSSSSS! HELLLPPPPPP! AHHHHHHHH!"

>AHHHHHHHHHH!

"AHHHHHHHHHH!"

>"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

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>Celestia
"Luna"
~~~

>Sister? I have some... concerns.

"Oh? Speak them! We are always here to listen!"

>It's about you constantly going into childrens dreams...

"Oh? What of it?"

>...Why children? I never see you do this for adults.

"Oh, children are just more susceptible."

>...

"To our advice!"

>Oh! Of course. But surely you should ask the permission of their guardians?

"We normally would, but we worry what they might think when we're inside their children..."

>...

"Their minds!"

>Oh! Yes, of course. But you see their concerns?

"Of course, but while we know society might think what we do odd, we know it is for the benefit of the children to be gently guided into adulthood with a helping hoof that is there to bring them out of their shells and show them worlds and experiences they never thought possible!"

>...

"..."

>...O-okay, so long as you're being... gentle with them.

"I'll have you know that, by the end, the children quite enjoy it! And we too enjoy every second of it!"

>...

"...'

>...Alright.

"Sister? Where are you going?"

>I need to... talk to Chrysalis real quick. Apologize for... things.

"What things?"

>...Things.

"Oh... okay! Good day to thee, sister!"

>You too...

~~~

".............Blast, she's catching on. I will have to bribe the children not to talk anymore."

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~~~

>...Interesting.

He had looked.

And looked.

And looked one more time just to be sure.

...Nope. Jetset was, for sure, not in Canterlot.

>You'd think after the last time, he wouldn't pull something like that. Unless...

It had been odd that Applejack had been so keen to protect Twenty Nine, considering his lack of overall worth. To authorize lethal force in protecting him, that was... quite intense from the normally lackadaisical mare. Not only that, she had been quite willing to end him for the attempt as well. It was quite obvious there was something... bigger going on, much bigger, and dear Twenty Nine was at the center of it.

Still, he had his orders. Do not engage, only return to trying to obtain a strand of hair. That was his order, that was his job, that is what he was to do.

...But there was so obviously something more...

>...Majesty...

It wasn't often he sincerely wished to go against her orders, as he did now. But between this, Celestia's words, and his own string of recent failures, the tide was turning, and this was becoming a... problem.

Maybe his Majesty had told him to stay put because she did not believe him capable any longer, perhaps... he needed to prove his worth.

>What to do... what to do...

What to do, indeed.

>...You know, I suppose Jetset might be preparing to stop my from doing my job. Perhaps it would be... prudent if I located him, now. Just so he doesn't surprise me.

Yes... that was a good idea.

>You know where's a good place to start when trying to locate someone?... past associates.

With a grin, he vanished.

It was all for the mission, of course.

>All for the good of the mission...

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[Editor's note: Writer's briefly debated how Chrysalis would react to finding out that AJJ lost 12.]

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~~~

>YOU.... LOST...ONE OF MY HIIIIIIVVVVVVEEEEEEEE!?

Elsewhere, Chitania is jut going to be like-

"Fuck, she's got problems."

~~~

>Sunset
"Variolus"
~~~

>I feel I should intervene.

"Last time I got between a pissed off Queen and her good intentions, I got my head ripped off. Let nature sort itself out."

>Well, I guess princess Applejack's kicks ARE destroying building just with shockwaves. Aaaaand Queen Chrysalis looks like she is made of liquid fire right now.

"Nope."

>Yeah, nope. Let's do soemthign elss dangerous.

"How about we abduct Chitania's escort?"

>...That sounds safer than getting between those two. I am game.

~~~

>Elsewhere, Chitania is jut going to be like-
>"Fuck, she's got problems."

Bullshit, she's going to be on the sidelines going

>NEXT! I CALL NEXT! DIBS! YOU ALL HEARD ME DIBS!... You know what, fuck dibs! I'M GOING IN! AHAHAHHAHAAHHAH!

~~~

"How about we abduct Chitania's escort?"

>What is it with you and Chitania's friends, are you trying to tell me something?

".....WHY WON'T YOU NOTICE ME CHITTY SEMPAAAAIIIIIIII!"

~~~

>Is this going to end with you trying to make me bang her so you can be with her by proxy?

"....FUCK! MY PLAN IS FOIL-"

>Not saying I'm against it, just checking.

"..."

>What? She is STACKED.

~~~

Chitty and Sunset fighting over who gets to be on top, when?

'...Fucking me, obviously.'

>YOU WILL CRUSH ME! Literally! You are easily five times my size!

'Are you calling me fat?'

>MUSCLE WEIGHS A LOT TOO YOU KNOW!

'Fine! Just one more question.'

>What?

'... you are a male, right?'

>... you're SURE she's not a virgin?

"She managed to have a kid somehow..."

'Who was that?'

>NOBODY! Don't you ruin this for me, bitch!

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>PM
"Sunset"
'Chitania'
~~~

>Step off you streamer haired ho! This is my house, step off!

"At least you didn't go for the bacon hair reference, so you're in step with the uneducated moron I know you to be."

>Pfft, please, having bacon hair implies anyone would wanna eat you out instead of just using you for a quick pop.

"Oh that is it!"

TACKLE!

>Aww, what's the matter, don't like it when I point out you wouldn't be worth fifteen bits on the street-OW!

PUNCH!

"At least I'd be worth anything at all except whatever you charge ponies to give them the privilege of not looking at you! You think they want to have sex with you? They're just trying to point you the other way-ACK!"

SCRAPE!

>BITCH PLEASE! Like you know anythin' about sex! I bet the closest you ever got was a pity-fuck from a used broom handle! Even it didn't want to go and-OWOW!

BITE!

>Bitch, rule one! No biting! I know you ain't never gotten that far, but I'd think ya' knew the basics!

SLAP!

"OW! You fucking bitch! You're slapping me!? Not all of us like being slapped in the face by meat wielded by someone society actually values and would notice if they died in a gutter, you cheap skank!"

>OH FUCK YOU!

BOOMCRASHSMASH!

>OW! NO PULLING ON THE HAIR YOU DIME STORE DAISY!

"FUCK YOU, NO KICKING MY RIBS YOU CRAB CRUSTED CUN-OOF!"

>I AIN'T GOT NOTHIN' LIKE THAT YOU LOW RIDER!

"WHAT DOES THAT EVEN MEAN!?"

>It's someone who only goes for the cheap one ta' two bit folks, homeless folks. You know, aiming low but they're the only ones who'll take you.

"Oh, yeah, that makes sense..."

>...

BOOOOM!

"FUCK! YOU!"

>HONEY YOU COULDN'T AFFORD ME!

"THE HELL I COULDN'T! UNLIKE YOU, I DON'T MAKE MY LIVING WITH MY NOSE TO THE CARPET!"

>How do ya' make your livin', then!?

"..."

>...

"...SHUT UP! THAT'S HOW!"

>FUCK YOU!

"I DON'T WANT TO CATCH SOMETHING!"

>AIN'T NOBODY GONNA THROW IT AT YOUR UGLY ASS!

"FUCK YOOOOOO-"

'Could you get me a drink?'

>...

"...Has... has she not noticed this whole time?"

'Thank you.'

>That answer that?

"...Huh. That is a lot of bits for a drink."

>Sugar Bean treats me right!

"No yeah, I can see that. Could probably get good dental with that amount."

>I actually can! Got myself some pretty good health insurance too, just did my checkup yesterday.

"No kidding? She pays that well?"

>Honey, have you seen my bag?

"OH MY GOSH! A Coltsington!? You bought a Coltsington!?"

>Uh huuuuh!... Wanna go grab a drink and talk about it with me>?

"Are you serious? We were just trying to kill each other."

>Pfft, baby cakes, that's called tuesday down at the docks. Come on, I got enough for one of the gold leafy ones! Look at all these bits!

"That... that is a lot of bits..."

>...

"...Is she hiring-"

>BITCH STEP OFF!

"OW! YOU FUCKING TWO BIT TRAMP!"

JAB!

>A-AH! HEY! No goin' for the low blows!

"I go where I want!'

>You little sunny streaked slut!

POKE!

"EEEE! HEY!"

>FAIRS FAIR!

"WHY YOU-UNN!"

>DON'T YOU BE-HIIIII!

"A-AHH! STOP IT! NO BITING YOU SAID! EEEE!"

>GRRR!

"T-THAT'S SENSITIVE! STOP!"

'...Make my drink a diet. I think I'm pudging up from sitting here...'

"D-DOES SHE REALLY NOT SEE THIS!?"

>...

"...I Didn't say stOOOOOOPPPP! EEE!"

'...Maybe get some popcorn too...'

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