Thread 41: Stories 16-30

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>Dash
"Spitfire"
'Soarin'
[LD]
{Gilda}
~FLeetfoot~
(Bulk)
~~

>Okay, so, from what I'm hearing, you guys were a total embarrassment.

"Why you-"

'Excuse me!? WE'RE NOT CROWD CONTROL! Or at least not that kind of crowd control! I'm sorry, did anyone get seriously injured? Did a monster devour someone? Was there rioting, looting and death? Nooo? Well then, I'd say an AIRFORCE did just fine in controlling a crowd IN THE MIDDLE OF A FUCKING CHAOS APOCALYPSE!'

>...
[..]
{...}
"...Holy shit, dude."

'Sorry! Sorry! It's just, it's been a long day. I had to fly inside of a freaking snake. Not a snake snake, one of those snakes that are made with a firework and look more like really long turds and...'

>...

'...You know what I mean.'

>...A-hem, when I said 'you guys', to clarify, I meant Fleetfoot, Gilda and Lightning Dust, specifically.

{What did we do!?}

>According to several eye witness accounts, you told Soarin to 'stop fucking around and let these assholes fend for themselves'.

{THEY KEPT CRITICIZING US AND CALLING US WORTHLESS!}

>Annnd, you just broke off from the group, left them alone and tried looting.

[I was looking for a weapon!]

>Still looting.

[EXCUSE ME FOR WANTING A FREAKING GUN!]

>...Do I need to say it with you?

Electricity was still cackling in her hair.

~BZZT... bite me.~

>The only reason you aren't suspended is that we wouldn't have known the shield was up if you hadn't flown right into it like a dumbass. So, out of pity and technical usefulness, you're just getting a warning.

~EAT. ME.~

>The rest of you did okay.

(YEAH!)

>Not great, just okay. Could've done better.

"...You are so punchable right now..."

>Which is why, when we get back home, you're alllll going to be going through remedial training! Back to basics, ponies and or others!

"...I could retire, you know."

'Still six years away for me.'

(YEAH! BASICS! UNNNN! WE'RE GONNA BE GREAT!)

>Now, see, why can't you be like him?

~Not enough amphetamines~

(YEAH!)

>..Fair enough.
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>Celestia
"???"
~~~

>...Where...

There was a slight shuffle behind her, totally imperceptible unless you were listening for it specifically.

"Majesty, are you looking for someone?"

Her lips pursed a bit as she tensed up, worried.

Every other patron on Partyland had been accounted for, every single customer who had checked in.

But then, he hadn't checked in.

>Yes, Jetset. I am looking for Seven.

"..."

>Are you not going to inquire as to why?

"Of course not, majesty. The challenge is still on, as far as I know, it would be pertinent to watch out for him."

>Ah, yes... that silly thing...

"My Queen?"

>Have you made any progress on that?

"...No, I'm afraid not. There was a moment during the chaos wherein I almost completed it, but she caught me after I had extracted the hairs and removed them from my person."

That, of everything, took her off guard.

>You actually managed to get some off of her?

"Yes. She was incapacitated by the creatures, and it allowed me the perfect opening. I tried to slip away, but she escaped them too quickly."

Slowly, she began to put together just what he was saying, and sighed regrettably.

Always only focused on the mission...

"Would you like me to find him, Majesty?"

>...No. Go back to the previous mission, if you would.

"Of course..."

>...Is something the matter?

"On your shoulder, three centimeters from your neck. There is a hoofprint. Majesty... did he attack you in some way?"

Another sigh, this one much more tired.

>No, Jetset, he did not. Leave.

"Of course."

He teleported away, off to continue that silliness. Alone, she idly rubbed that spot, still feeling a tingling from where he had shoved her.

>Such silliness.

Nothing more to say, she turned around, and started to head back.

>...I'll tell her, Seven...
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>42
"Chrysalis"
[???]
{???}
~~~

>Are you sure you're alright, majesty? Your hair keeps... randomly catching on fire.

"Dancing on tulips and daises, 42."

>You don't have to be sarcastic, I am merely worried for your health.

"I will be as sarcastic as I please, thank you. I earned it after lighting up like a freaking firework."

>I suppose...

"...What the..."

[NONONONONONONONONONONO! STOOOOOOPPPP!]

"...Am I seeing things, or is there something in that dust cloud screaming?"

>Well, first and foremost that would be hearing, not seeing, secondBUGPUNCH!

They heard her hit something in the center of that cloud, something that made a very satisfying *CRUNCH* noise.

[...Ow...]

With a soft thump, a familiar looking changeling fell out of the cloud, a fairly painful looking mark on her back.

{...You oka-}

>BUGPUNCH!

Another crack, this one powerful enough to blow away all of the dust.

But not powerful enough to knock the confused look off of the other changelings face. Or the canister of fuel in his hooves.

{Cause that looked like it hurt.}

>...55, 13, would you mind explaining to me why you decided to charge her majesty in such a way?

[HRRK! I was trying to stop him!]

>No points for failed missions.

[HE HAS STUPID STRENGTH!]

>That he does. 55, report your actions!

{I need you to ask the Queen something for me please!}

"...Do you not see me?"

{13 said not to bother you, so I'm supposed to ask 42 to ask you if I can ask you for something!}

>...

[I had the best intentions, I swear.]

>Again, no points for a failed mission.

"Just ask me."

{You sure?}

>If her majesty says to ask her, you ask her.

{Okay! Can you read Equestrian?}

"Yes. I can."

{Neat!}

>...
"..."
[...Oh for the love of-SHOW HER THE DAMN LETTER!]

>OUT OF LINE! Do not shout in front of her highness!

[SORRYSORRYSORRY!]

>You're still doing it!

[...meeep..]

"Letter?"

{Oh! Yeah!}

He set his spare fuel aside, and pulled out his trusty secret stash, including it's precious cargo.

{Can you read this for me please?}

>...Huh... little tube in the hole... why didn't I think of that?

[Right?]

"... 'to 55'."

{Hey, that's me! So it was for me after all!}

>...Majesty, if you want, I will take this from you.

"No no, I want to see where this goes..."

Smoothly, she freed the paper from it's confines, and unfolded it.

>...Well?

"...mmnmmm..."

[...uh...]

"...Mmmm....HMMM...."

{...Hmm nmm hmm!}

"..."

{...I like making noises too.}

"Well well well, this puts an... interesting spin on things."

{Cool!}

"...It's a very telling letter, I'll have you know."

{Paper can tell a lot of stuff, 29 said!}

"...Okay, me being coy is not fun if it just bounces off you."

{Sorry, Miss Queen! Do you want me to go get some gum? It won't bounce off then.}

"...do i really want him procreating..."

>What did you say?

[Sounded like grablebrableab.]

>NO SPEAKING UNTIL HER MAJESTY IS FINISHED!

[EEP! SORRY!]

>NO SALUTING! THAT IS FOR SOLDIER CLASS ONLY!

[SORRRYYY!]

>...I am having way too much fun with this.

"...Meh. 55? Come here."

{Okay!}

She brought him in close, and started whispering.

Gradually, his face faded from his goofy smile, into one of confusion.

Finally, she pulled back, and handed the letter back to him.

"...Well?"

He just sat there, that same slightly off kilter, confused look on his face. Like he had been handed a test he hadn't studied for.

>...Uh... think you broke him.

Slowly, he looked back at the letter, then up at Chrysalis, as if waiting for her to continue. She didn't.

{But...}

She gave no response, just continued to watch him.

[55?]

He snapped over, as if he had just remembered she was there.

[Was... were you right?]

He looked back to the letter, then once again to his Queen. Chrysalis just gave a single, easy nod, and that was enough.

It was all he needed, before he started to smile once again.

He carefully put the letter back in the tube, replaced it in his hole, and turned around.

{... I knew it was something good.}

He abruptly picked his fuel can back up, poured it all over himself in one motion, and was ablaze the next.

He exploded from the ground with a fury, off like a rocket. It wasn't long before he was a burning spot in the distance.

Letting out a cackle of joy the whole way.

"... He is going to have the dumbest kids..."

>Majesty? Please stop mumbling, it is worrying me.

[What did it say?]

>DO NOT QUESTION HER MAJESTY ON THESE MATTERS!

[I'm sorryyyyyy]

"...These guys are my most loyal changelings..."

>Don't cower! Cowering only makes it worse!

[SOORRYYYYYYYYYYYYY!]

"...Morphine, come to me. Momma needs you back..."

[SOORRRYYYYYY!]
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>???
"???"
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>Oh where, oh where could you be...

It was mostly deserted in this place, nothing but barren rock, a couple overturned stones and the occasional tumbleweed.

But, as the one happily hopping through it knew, it was not totally barren. Somewhere, oh, somewhere in here...

>Ah hah!

And there they were, just where they should be.

Or rather, a couple hundred feet away from where they should be. Odd, the thrusters should have shoved them further away...

>Oh well, no matter!

Nothing really to think of on the event. All that mattered is that they were all there, all collected.

>Oh dear oh dear, no longer in mint condition. However will I resell them now?

Five tiny, cracked and broken shapes floated before him.

>It would be such a pity if those who helped keep the conscious of my dear friend clean were to meet their end like this. If not for you, the place may have hit the earth and taken so many lives. She should never live with that.

With a snap of his fingers, a book appeared from nowhere.

>It's only fitting you all get your... just rewards.

And with another snap, they were gone.

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"Where..."

She didn't know where she was.

She didn't know how she got here.

She didn't know why she was here.

She didn't know if she should be here at all.

All she knew was...

"...Great galloping grinders!"

That there was currently a giant robot stomping through Maretropolis!

"CRUSHERS!"

Four others rushed up to her, standing proud, just as uncaring as her as to how they got here.

"We've got to save them all, GET READY TO BRAWL!"

With a heroic cry, they grew to their full size.

And were off to save the day.

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He chuckled a bit as he flipped the pages. They would win the day, he knew.

The good guys always won, in the end.

...What a shame it had taken him so long to realize this.

>Go get'em.
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>10
"???"
{BBB}
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>Okay, so, that was a little weird... but nevermind that! We got some amazing footage, some telling interviews and a story you would not believe! WOOO! Good day. Gonna tell them all about what went down. And hey, I finally got some great footage of Chitania herself, that's just-

"But not the best footage."

She tensed up, and BBB immediately popped out his saws.

"Easy, easy now. Nothing like that, just got something you might be interested in."

Cautiously, she waved her robot friend down, and looked to the shadows, smiling wide and invitingly.

>Shouldn't sneak up on someone like that, it's just rude! But hey, I'm always hungry for some better shots, buddy! If you think you can match my main camerapony here, whip 'em out and I'll pay you for a slice!

"Oh, let's just say he didn't get this angle. This angle right here? It's going to blow your mind."

She still couldn't see him. Really odd, since she could see in the dark, but eh. No need to be worried yet.

>Well, come on, let's see 'em! If I like what I see, BBB has the bits! I keep a bunch on me for roaming money, so it's no problem!

"I'll do you one better. You see, I'm not just selling you a picture, I'm selling you a video."

>Oh? Even better! I love seeing some outside looks!

"But I want this to be completely anonymous, no telling how you got a hold of this footage."

>Consider yourself a ghost, not a single thing will make it to the paper.

"...Well, you certainly feel totally trustworthy. So for that, I'm going to do something for you. Here's a picture for free, totally on the house. It is one frame of what is in this picture. I'm going to give it to you, and will let you decide how much to pay me. Catch."

She did, easily grabbing hold of the picture that floated through the air.

>...

"...Well?"

>...BBB?

{AFFIRMATIVE!}

>Give him your bits.

{PLEASE SPECIFY AMOUNT!}

>...All of them.

He hesitated, seeming to process the request, before accepting it and pouring it out.

"Thaaat's what I like to see."

He tossed her a film reel, which she easily caught as well.

"You can inspect it if you want."

>...Nah, you seem trustworthy. But if you don't mind me asking, why me?

"Well, let's just say I'm pretty sure if I took this to the direct competition, she would probably pay me more, a lot more... but there's also a chance I wouldn't wake up tomorrow. A big chance."

She nodded, understanding.

>Want me to turn around while you get the bits?

"Please? Nothing on you, just want some plausible deny-ability on your end."

>Of course. And hey, if you get another scoop like this, gimme a call. Love my photographers.

"...I'll consider it, thank you."

She heard him pick up every bit, and was gone.

>...BBB?

{BZZT! YES?}

>I think we've got one heck of a front page now... but first...

She scanned over the negatives, clearly seeing that what was in that photo, indeed, was not faked.

>We might need to see a certain someone...
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>32
"High Roller"

>And away, ye santy, my dear Annie, oh you gryphon girls, can't you dance the polka?

"Wow."

>Hm?

"How do you do that?"

>Do what?

"That thing you're doing, it's like...you're singing but you're not, there is absolutely no tone or rhythm, it's crazy."

>I believe it's a potent mixture of boredom, the haze within my mind, and the sad realization I will die today.

"You are not!"

>As the minutes and hours drag on, I find myself disagreeing with you wholeheartedly.

"Yeah, longest weekend ever, I know what you mean."

>So yes, when my dear brother, my considerably less dear brother, or Hivemind forbid the little one come down here, I shall be a desiccated corpse to dump in a trash bin.

"Hmm..."

>A sad way to die, starving to death, after the life I've led. Say what you will about dying at the hands of my siblings, there's at least some poeticism there, some gravitas. Hell, dying at the hooves of the Queen would be preferable, as I'd at least get some parting words.

"Do you really want your death to be dramatic?"

>Well I'd prefer for my death to plainly NOT be but if I must have death, those kinds of death would be preferable. Picture me glaring into the Queen's eyes as she stares haughtily down at me, preparing the death blow.

"Any last words, worm?"

>Kill me and be cursed! You are no Queen of mine!

"SHINK!"

>Ker-splat. Down comes the curtain on my tragic life.

"Of all the souls I've known, his was the most...pony."

>Quick, fashion some bagpipes from the squeaky toys!

"Ha! I heard it! I heard a smile in there! I got you you fuck!"

>Perhaps you did, perhaps you did. Ahh...is this to simply be a cycle? Being incarcerated, befriending a pony, being released, said pony dying, me being thrown back in?

"I hope not, I'm still in my prime! I'm not dying for you, asshole."

>True, true.

"But lemme just say this."

>Yes?

"If you DO die in there? I'll totally lie about it and make it sound like you went out like a badass."

>You'd do that for me?

"Oh yeah, 'Oh 32, he went out choking on the souls of living plush toys, his arteries were clogged with their stuffing', granted it's much less badass than a duel with your brother, but ya take what get."

>Don't I just? ...I hope Q's alright. I wonder what's become of her.

"That thing's a her?"

>I'm not sure...just...something tells me she's a she, and I question little these days.

"..."

>...

"Okay, fucking seriously, COME BACK ALREADY YA FUCKS!"

>What he said, the infernal squeaking is killing me faster than the hunger!

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>Changeling
"Random Changelings"
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>Wait wait wait, hugs bring these things down?

"I guess... seems kind of weird..."

>THAT'S IT! THEY MUST BE ALLERGIC TO LOVE!

"...I'm not following-"

>YOU! GO OFF! WIPE THEM OUT WITH YOUR HYPOALLERGENIC FORM!

"OHSWEETHIVEMINDNO-"

*CRASH!*

~SQUUUUUEEEEEAAAK~

"OH DEAR CHRYSALIS THEY'RE BITING ME! THEY'RE BITING MEEEEEEEE!"

>...He must not have much love! YOU THERE! YOUR TURN~

*CRASH!*

"OH FUCK THEY'RE HUNGRIER NOW! IT'S LIKE CHUM!"

>...YOU THERE!

"Don't you fucking dare."

>FAIR ENOUGH!
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>Fluttershy
"Chrysalis"
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>So... how are you feeling?

"I will set fire to you."

>I was being serious.

"The fact that you think I am not shows we may never understand each other on a fundamental level."

>Twilight says your internal injuries aren't THAT bad.

"..."

>...For you, I mean.

"Fucking. Chaos. Magic."

>...Chrysalis?

"What."

>Thanks. For trying.

"..."

>The way you went about it made it look really evil when we could probably make it much easier if we just worked together, but you did try to help. You didn't have to, you could have easily just made me a drooling mess for the rest of my life, but you honestly tried to repair the damage. Even after all I put you through. Thank you... it means a lot to me.

"You said you'd stop with the torment stuff."

>And I meant it, really. I'm sorry it ever got that far at all.

"You should be."

>...Chrysalis?

"Nnn?"

>Um.. this is a bit of a personal question, but, uh...

"..."

>...How... how did you think you looked when you were in my mind?

"What?"

>It's just, I've been talking to Twilight, and well... what do you think you looked like?

"...Me, fucking doy."

>Could you... show me?

"You saw it yourself."

>Oh, I know, I just want to see how you saw it.

"It's the same."

>I... I'm not so sure.

"Well, it is."

>Please? Just... humor me?

"Nothing is funny about what you're asking. But you know what? Fine."

She grunted as a green bolt hit her in the head, filling it with images.

Images of a tall, proud, beautiful version of Chrysalis. Her eyes were harder, sharper, filled with more cunning. Her legs more curved and sleek. Her hair more full, more flowing, and her face just a touch smoother than the real thing. So much power, just bleeding off every corner of her. Just looking at her, Fluttershy felt intimidated.

And then it went away.

"See? Same thing."

>...Right. Thank you, again.

"Thank me by turning up the morphine higher."

>You really shouldn't-"

"MAMA NEEDS HER BUZZ!"
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>SA
"18"
[???]
{???}
-???-
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>Ugghhh... can't wait for the train to arrive and take me HOME.

"Right? It's been insane.... say, do you think those temps did okay? I'm hoping for a light load when I get back."

>Meh, their resume was stunning, I'm sure they got most of it done. Probably will have a pretty clear desk when we get back."

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[OH DEAR MOTHER OF CADENZA MI AMORE! IT'S ALIVE! IT'S ALLIIIIIIIIIVVVVVVEEEE!]

{IT ATE HIM! IT CUDDLE AFTER LOVING *ATE HIM*!}

[LET US OUT! IT'S CRAWLING TOWARDS US! HELP! HEEELLLLLPPPPPPP!]

-Oh, come on, it can't be- OH HOLY GLITTER CUBES IT IS ALIVE! IT'S ACTUALLY MOVING! WITH A FACE! AND THINGS!-

{[TOLD YOU SO!]}

-Soldiers at attention! I need backup! I need the army!-

*ROOOOOOOAAAARRRR*

-I NEED MY MOMMY!-

[AHHHHH!]
{AHHHHH!}
-AHHHHH!-

{[-AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

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>...Probably cleaned the place up too. They're really good.

"Yeah... it'll be nice to get home..."
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Non-canon
>Maud
"Pinkie"
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Completely monotone
>Our rock smashing techniques have been passed down the Pie family for generations. Why did you give up tradition for Jeet Kun Doe, Pinkie?

"Our techniques...were too rigid...for my tastes...I wanted to be...like water..."

>...Why do you keep moving your lips between statements?

Pinkie starts moving her lips as if she was talking, but nothing was coming out until
"...I Like to pretend...that I'm in a Chineighs movie...with Equestian dubbed over."
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Non-canon
>Pinkie
"Some kids"
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~Partyland Arcade Day 2~
"This punching game sucks."

"Yeah, there's no way anypony can beat it."

>Don't like that kids. It's all in the technique. Let your big sister Pinkie Pie show you.

A glowing aura can be visibly seen around Pinkie as she takes a stance.
>ATATATATATATATATATATATAT....WATAAAAA!!!

"Whoa, she beat the game and got the highest score!"

"You're so cool lady. Can we be your friends?"

>Hahahaha!
She points at them and makes a serious face.
>You're already my friends.
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'SA'
"TS"
>Celestia

Shining Armour had finished wandering the castle in Cantalot, having taken care of various little bits of business, and on his way back to the portal to the empire when he spotted his sister leisurely flicking through a book.

'Oh, Twily! I've been meaning to tell you something. You know you plucked a few movies and ideas from that dimension you got the original gun plans from?'

"Yeah Shiny?"

'You might want to stop Celestia from watching any more of them. Just a heads up.'

"Oh, is she spending all day binging on them?"

'Ah.... Well. Not exactly.'

>FURUERU ZO HATO! MOESTUKIRU HODO HITO! KIZAMU ZO, KETSUEKI NO BITO!

>SUNLIGHT YELLOW OOOOOOOOOOOOOOVERDRIIIIIIIIIIIIIVEUUUUUUU

There was an orange Alicorn standing there before that, who was now rocketing through the air after going through the ceiling of the castle. A small piece of paper was a proposal to cut cake funds by a modest 20%. Sometimes when you see if you can push the line, the line pushes back.

And then strikes a fabulous pose to boot.

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"Applejack."
>Celestia
-???-
'???'

Applejack looked over a skew of figures on the form she was carrying, gearing herself up to once again to try and rattle that fat starbutt into action, still reading the paper as she walked in.

"'Tia, got a question for 'ya. Now, don't go jumpin' for the window just y-"

Surprisingly she found the Princess of the sun at her desk, hooves on temples in what looked like intense concentration. Odd in itself, and not helped by her choice of clothing. Her regular crown and jewels were gone, replaced by a deep blue jacket and bottoms. Somehow she'd managed to mold her flowing, Iridescent mane into the form of a hat with a unkempt ruff behind it.

It was impossible to see where hairhat ended and normal hair began.

"Uh... Am I interruptin' sumthin' 'Tia?"

The white Unicorn brought her left hand in the air to preserve her quiet, not opening her eyes or breaking that concentration.

>Shhh. I'm trying to manifest my Stand.

"....."

"Your what."

>My stand! I'm the Princess of the Sun, I'm a Hamon Master by default. That should mean that I can get a Stand!

"...."

"You lost me at Stand."

>Just stay quiet and hopefully I'll get something that'll let my star-kissed kister out the window easier when you come around.

"To do ma' Job. Now if'n you're done stallin', we've got to sort all this mess of numbers. Why in the name of your overblown butt did you decide-"

Celestia suddenly shot bolt upright in her seat, staring back at Applejack, startled by the sudden movement. Her head turning this way and that as if she'd stopped someone else in the room.

>It's all my fault.

She said it with a whisper, as a sincere and beaming grin spread across her features.

>IT'S ALL MY FAULT!

The Alabaster Alicorn leaped up onto her desk, kicking papers and stationary without a care in the world, striking the most fabulous pose she could manage as the phantom figure formed above her, a horselike figure with an imposing gaze and oversized front hooves, , kanji of sunlight hanging in the air.

>Witness my stand, 「 (Love is like a) Heat Wave 」!

Applejack just looked on, deep in confusion. She didn't see anything, just the bizarrely dressed Alicorn of the sun locked in a painful looking stance with a manic grin on her face.

>I've got to try this thing out! Ohmymom I don't believe I have one! 「 Heat Wave 」!

The Stand roared with a show of power, focusing a barrage of punching on a nearby decorative pillar. A resounding reverb of ORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORAORA bouncing around the room, and throughly confusing the Orange pony who didn't know what to make of the noise. As 「 Heat Wave 」 returned to its master's side, Celestia was also confused. The pillar was still standing, nay there wasn't a stratch on it!

>Huh. That was unexpected.

She said mostly to herself as she hopped off the desk and trotted towards the pillar, intent on inspecting it closer. Applejack at this point was so put up and confused she just watched as Celestia leeeeeeeeeeaned her muzzle as close to the stone as possible, eyeing it up and checking for changes. Gingerly one of those front hooves poked forward and onto the pillar.

It depressed.

>I-it's soft! I can press my hoof right in!

Applejack didn't know why there were more floating symbols in the air or knew that they were 「 Menacing 」, for she was a filthy baka-gaijin and didn't know Japanese. If she even watched anime. Which she didn't. Too much work.

"...."

Celestia continued her inspection of the stone, eventually breaking off a chuck as easily as you'd like.

>Something to do with drying?...

She spoke to herself as she lifted the hoof full of strange substance up to infront of her face, close enough for her nose to pick up a very familiar scent.

>No way.

Chomp.

>NO WAY.

Another hearty bite just to confirm what was really happening.

>I CAN MAKE CAKE. ANYTHING IS CAKE. THIS IS THE HAPPIEST DAY OF MY LIFE

"...."

"What.

>WELL PROBABLY SOME KIND OF MOLECULE TRANSFIGURATION BUT I HAD CAKE ON THE MIND.

She shoves the mass of transformed pillar into the dropped jaw of Applejack as she ran for the door in a blur of elated speed. Kicking up the entrance to her study she pulled another pose with the biggest grin of her life.

>I GOTTA SHOW SHINY. LET'S GO.

Again with the floating symbols as Celestia finally disappeared out of sight. Leaving a devestated room in her wake and an Alicorn that didn't know her top from her bottom currently, taking a chew of the weird confection just to do... something.

"I... I.. I guess it can wait." She stammered, simply spinning around and walking away like nothing happened and leaving a floating sign by the doorway for any bemused pony to see.

In a corner of a room in the Crystal Empire, a gleeful laughter can be heard. A noise that'd freeze a pony in their tracks at the sound of it. Floating just off her hooves, cross-legged, she throws her arms out in a motion of taunting battle; staying just above the scattered stolen copies of Part 3 on the floor.

'WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!' Came the heart-melting battle cry as Shining Armour looked on at the mighty presence in the room, dressed in gold cloth and purple accessories, her mane a shock of untidy yellow.

-Still having a little trouble with the pronunciation, sweetie?- Shining said as he watched his daughter pose in front of the mirror, and trying with all his will to stop his heart from exploding.

'I almost got it that time!' Said the small changeling with an excited smile she looked back to the mirror, this time standing on the floor. Legs wide apart, she leaned back and pushed her chest outward, swinging her arms down and wide out, hooves flat. 'WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE'.

And behind her, a shadowy figure. Ethereal and powerful. The dread stand 「 Marshmallow World 」!

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Non-Canon
>Celestia
"Applejack"
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>The next thing you're going to say is: Celestia, I have a question.

"Celestia, Ah have a question...huh?"

>Next you're going to say: How did you know that?

"How did you know that?...what?!"

>I've gotten used to you to the point I know exactly what you're going to say next. You're going to say: That's just silly.

"That's just silly...whoa."

>Spooky isn't it?
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Non-Canon
>Sucker Punch
"Master Baysia"
'Changeling'
-Fanfic Changling-

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BGM: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d_1uXWHKHlA
>This hoof of mine glows with an awesome power; its burning energy tells me to defeat you! SHINING HOOF!

Master Baysia catches it with his hoof
"You're a fool, Sucker Punch Cashew. Your reliance on infusors will be your undoing!"

A changeling taps another changeling's shoulder
'Would you stop writing fics based on your shitty Chineighs cartoons already? Who the fuck's Master Baysia? Does he even exist?'

-Fuck you! I'm just trying to have fun!-
Continues writing
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