Thread 23: Stories 16-30

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>Celestia
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A loud yet feminine yawn signaled the start of another day.

>Me be damned, I swear I start the mornings too early for even my liking....

...

>Okay... okay, okay, okay, got my coffee, check… got this month's invoices, check. What else, what el- ow, sore ass, sore ass! Did I sleep wrong again?

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>Drats! Tell me I didn’t get a coffee ring on this document, tell me I didn’t. I did. I did and it’s right there in plain sight, and it’s not coming off no mater how hard I rub….

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>That mare has no heart! She wants to cut the cake budget AGAIN? What the bloody hell for? …to put more funds into Ponyville? Because Mayor Mare is actually starting to do her job…? Which calls for more bits… Well, I guess that’s okay….

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>Every time I look at that macaroni picture, I feel the urge to hug something until it no longer has a shape. Hm. Note to self: hire... Two... as... assistant.

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>What’s this here? “Rock Shortage Brings Building Stability Into Question”… oh buck me, I TOLD Applejack this would come back to bite us in the ass!

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>Why am I thinking about sitting in Shiny's lap right now? Like how we used to do back in the day... and he'd help me with these stupid files... and he'd make me smile. Wow was he ever comfy....

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>Stupid... ink... smudges!

....

>This green seaweed-looking thing's been on my desk for so many years I forget what it is and who gave it to me...

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>Wow, I still haven't given Spike this diamond yet? That was supposed to be a get-well present for when he got shot! For the love of me, I need a day planner....

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>My hooves are killing me! Did I pick the wrong pair of shoes? Or- wait... d-don't tell me they're getting bigger?! Come on, like they aren't already the size of dinner dishes!

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>Under the sea, under the sea, darling it's better, down where it's wetter, hmhmhm...~

It was just another day.
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>Chitania
"12"
'Curator'
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>No... no... no... no... nope.... wouldn't work... proved that one false already... tried it... tried it... was a false god...

"Miss? This is a museum, you aren't supposed to actually take the books off their pedestal."

>...

"...Yes. I'm a changeling. Is this an issue for you too? Well, screw you! I need a job! And they hired me because nobody else wants it."

>...

"Well, I don't want have to break out the threats, but I AM a changeling. I can fly, shoot lasers, and this is chitin, which is like having armor FOR SKIN. I'm designed to get rough and ready, so if you want to throw down I'll be more than happy to-"

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'What the hell happened to you!?'

"HURLK!"

'Okay, while I do want an answer, I will be more than happy to wait until after we remove those priceless artifacts from your throat.'

"HRK!"

'...Also, you're fired.'

"HURLKLUKLYULKKKLLLLLUUUGGGHHHHHHH!"
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>Dash
"Fluttershy"
'???'
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"This is never going to work."

>Fluttershutit! I need to catch the steroid peddler, and I need bait. So for now, you're "Pinksie Mcgee", up and coming flier I have been mentioning a lot to everyone as a potential candidate, and I just so happened to continually mention that she just needs "one big push" before I really consider her, you following? It's the perfect trap!

"Everyone knows who I am."

>You're not that popular!

"I have a horn now."

>That's what the hat is for!

"Applejack is going to be mad you took one of her hats."

>She has a closet full of them!

"I do not look like a teenager."

>Close enough!

"Not remotely."

>SHHH! Here someone comes!

'...She can't be serious.'

"She is."

'I mean, does she think I don't know who you are or something?'

"This came up in the conversation."

'I'm just saying, this is insulting to my intelligence.'

"Her intelligence, you mean."

'Shoot, what gave it away?'

"Discord, Fleetfoot does not have purple eyes."

'SHOOT!'

>DISCORD! YOU RUINED EVERYTHING!

"..."

'...'

>PLAN B!

*ZOOM!*

"...Brunch?"

'Sounds lovely!'

So they walked away, oblivious to the terrified pegasus sitting not a few feet from them, desperately trying to hide the steroids she had brought.

Thank Celestia, they were REALLY convincing!
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AppleSpike Date: Day Three (Final day)
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The last morning of their date, Spike and Applejack were reluctant to leave the bed. During the night they had once more become entangled together and with the sheets, but as the sun rose they instead interlocked eachother tighter as though afraid dawn would split them apart.

It was actually Granny Smith pounding on the door. “Jackie! Loverboy! Breakfast!” She hollered through the door and over her own banging hoof.

“We have no choice but to face the day, don’t we?” Spike groaned, disengaging his face from Applejack’s chest.

She removed her face from the top of Spike’s head and reponded with bleary eyes: “‘fraid so, sugarcube.” With a teasing grin, she kissed him and added: “but last nigh’ was magical none-tha-less.”

Breakfast was the same chaos as it had been before, Granny Smith demanding to know when she could expect her great grandchildren, Big Mac’s political commentary, Babs planning to try to kill the demons that hung around Cheerlie, the well wishes and farewells of other cousins, uncles, and aunts.

It was a wonderful madness that was over all too soon with Applejack and Spike getting smothered in hugs and kisses from the overly affectionate family.

“Jus’ remember, Jackie, ya’ll ever need help up in Canterlot runnin’ things, Ah do have a degree in political science.” Big Macintosh offered, causing Applejack to roll her eyes.

“Fer tha last time, Mac, Ah’m not lettin’ ya turn Equestria Communist!”

Big Mac just shrugged it off. “All Ah’m sayin’ is that capitalism is ruinin’ our society.” He then regarded Spike and smiled. “Now you take good care o’ mah sister. Oh, an’ as an unrelated fact, three times in mah life, Ah’ve killed full grown dragons with mah barehooves.”

Spike laughed this off and hugged Big Mac. “I promise, i’ll be good to her, and thanks again for Crackerjack II, i’ve been trying to move away from solving problems with guns, but I can’t deny CJ’s a real piece of work.”

Big Mac nodded “Stalliongrad engineerin’s always been built with versatility in mind.”

Before the dating couple knew it, they were on the roads from Sweet Apple Acres to Ponyville. “Hey, AJ, mind if I make one last stop to grab a few things at the library?”

“Go right ahead, sugarcube.”

As Spike dashed into the library, Applejack met with two unexpected sights.

“Princess, a fine day to you!” Seventy Seven bowed low with a smile with Cheerlie at his side.

“Well howdy, you two, don’t you look like tha sweetest o’ couples.” Applejack teased

Though Seventy Seven and Cheerlie would give as good as they got.

“Well the same can be said for you and Spike.” Cheerlie retorted. “So when’s the royal wedding? Seventy Seven here tells me it takes time for changelings to prep a proper wedding crash.”

“Yes, yes…. Quite bothersome, we need our Queen to send a threat, then disguise as the bride, though she might as one of us instead disguise as Spike though. That’s going to be a hassle.”

Applejack took this in stride despite her blush. “Ah’m sure Spike an’ Ah ‘re a bit more observant an’ a bit more resistant ta magic than Shinin’ Armor was.”

That’s when Spike walked out with a bag full of books. “Well, well, well, if it isn’t the number one changeling pony couple that aren’t the Batmom and Dadling.”

Cheerlie and Seventy Seven burst into laughter. “‘Batmom’?” Seventy Seven asked.

“‘Dadling’?”

“It’s what they’re popularly called.” Spike explained with a smile and moved closer to Applejack. “So what brings the two of you out? And all that blood on you isn’t yours, is it?”

“Oh, don’t worry, just Darkspawn, Seventy Seven and I are quite immunized ,though I wouldn’t advise touching us until after a shower. it’s also the reason school’s out early.”

“How about you guys use the one in the Library?” Spike proposed, tossing cheerlie the key.

“An’, hey, maybe after that we could sorta have lunch together.”

“A double date?”

“Don’ call it that, please, even Ah know how bad that makes it sound.”

“Agreed, well it will be a splendid way to end this visit in any event.”

Cheerlie grinned and nuzzled Seventy Seven, “Shall we get cleaned up to look presentable, dear?”

Seventy Seven grinned in kind and nipped Cheerlie’s ear. “As long as we don’t keep them waiting. Too long.”

Applejack and Spike were red faced watching the pair’s openly affectionate displays as they walked into the treehouse.

“So how is it that Glimmer got knocked up an’ not Cheerlie?”

“Miracles.”

It was nearly an hour before Cheerlie and Seventy Seven came out from the shower, by that time, Applejack and Spike had decided on ‘eating in’ than eating out.

“Sorry that took so long!” Seventy Seven apologized. “Darkspawn blood’s quite viscous.”

“Ya don’ need ta sugarcoat things, ya’ll ain’ tha quietest o’ couples.”

“Well, onto a less awkward topic: who wants daisy and cucumber sandwiches with a nice Oolong Tea?”

“Splendid!”

Lunch was a calm affair aside from Cheerlie and Seventy Seven’s casual horror stories and after those seemed to run out, the group fell into a comfortable (at least for the aforementioned couple) silence. Once he managed to get the worst of the mental images from his head, Spike glanced around the empty library, then to Cheerlie.

“Hey, are you in need a place to stay? Or maybe looking into a new home?”

“Well, it certainly would be nice to live in a place haunting free and where holes don’t randomly appear in the walls leading to random parts of a dead town.”

Seventy Seven’s laughter was the only thing that broke the heavy silence from Applejack and Spike. Taking a breath, Spike then pushed the library keys forward.

“Either way, perhaps, you do need a new place. I’m sure Twilight wouldn’t mind, it gives you direct access to teaching materials, and it’s a bigger place with room to grow. You know, for you and Seventy Seven.”

Without any signs of the usual horror and terror in her eyes, Cheerlie’s lit up and she smiled brightly. “Really, Spike? Oh, thank you so much! Living here will be so much better than my apartment! I promise I’ll make sure to keep the place clean and if you and Twilight ever want it back, just say the word!” She said suddenly assaulting Spike with a hug.

Spike responded to the last comment with a sad smile. “To be honest, I hope she does, but i’m not sure she ever will.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, Seventy Seven told me of Twilight’s… Condition.”

It was Applejack who set a comforting hoof on Spike and smiled. “Don’ worry. Any o’ ya, we’ll find a way ta fix Twiligh’, ‘cause there ain’ nothin’ we can’ fix when we all work together. Look at Equestria now: even when it was jus’ me, Celestia, an’ Spike, we’ve still made so much progress.”

Seventy Seven nodded with a smile. “And we’ll continue to progress, to move forward from our old tragedies and create a better world, a better future for everyone, pony, changeling, griffon, zebra, or even dragon.”

Spike broke away and chuckled. “Thanks, guys, but seriously, you two, did you rehearse that or something?”

“We mighta practiced a few speech debates while we waited fer ya’ll to return from the depths.”

“Some of them were quite inspiring.” Cheerlie noted.

“Well, guess I can hear the whole thing on the train ride back.”

The now trio departed from Cheerlie and the nostalgic library with more than a bit of reluctance. Seventy Seven to be near one of the great stabilizers in his life, for Applejack and Spike, each felt a small yearning to return to their old lives before Applejack’s ascension.

But the memories of this date would remain with them, not even just the moments they shared together, but the precious memories they recovered from their days of rest.

As the train pulled away from the station, and the three settled into their seats, Applejack and Spike side by side, supporting one another as they drifted into a slumber, one claw his resting on her banded foreleg.

At last, it was time to return to the world of Canterlot, and now, with his mind relaxed, Spike had an idea what to do about Chrysalis.

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A few notes: I'd like to apologize for the ending feeling rushed, in truth, I didn't have much of an idea for the third day to begin with and played it by ear.

I also left Spike's apparent stroke of brilliance in his situation with Chrysalis deliberately vague for other writers to have a go at it, especially since the best two I can think of are just spike being honest or tricking her with false reports.

Also, to Sparity fans, don't despair, she has own three day date she can call on. The only reasons I haven't and don't intend to work on that myself is because the Applespike date was both easy to figure out, and more than Applespike fluff, was meant to give a return to ponyville from the characters who lived there for so long.

As a side note, I originally thought of Spike passing the library keys to Trixie, but Cheerlie seemed to make a bit more sense within the world, and since Spike didn't know about Trixie's living conditions. (besides, would she want to leave 29's home?)
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>Twilight
"Chrysalis"
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>Like, OHMYGOOOOSH! I knoooow! Caddy was so mean to him back when, you know? And I was like UH UH, GIRLFRIEEEND! You step off my BBBFF you know what I'm saying!

"She never had sex with him either."

>INORITE!? It's like, GIRL, if you ain't gonna give him some sugar don't get mad when he goes to the store and picks him up some pepper, you feel me?

"... Where have you been, and why couldn't you come here sooner?"

>Oh you! I dunno why ponies keep freakin' like they ain't playin'! You ain't been nothing but my homegirl this whole time. Everyone else is WHINEWHINEWHINE, but you just GET me, you know?

"It's mutual.... little more paint on the left hoof."

>Hush sweetie I know what I'm doin'!

"...Yep. You sure do."

>So then I was like 'Celly belly you need to shut up or put that flank up', you know? I'm not gay but WOW what a booty! Bigger than yours even!

"Bigger than yours too!"

>UUUUGGGHH! I know! How am I going to find me a stallion to marry me and give me babies with this little thing? Celly needs to share her secrets!... DONE! What'chu think, perfect or super perfect?

Her hoof, in actuality, looked like it had just been stuck out in a thunderstorm made of rainbows.

"...Looks great! Next one!"

>Girl you know it! Now... what'd you think, hot green, or HOOOOOT green?

"Surprise me!"

>Sexy green it is!

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It felt weird to be back in this lab again.

It felt even weirder to be standing in front of a gigantic vault, and wanting more than anything for it to stay closed, forever. But, alas... at the very least, he had to make sure the file was there. Maybe he'd get lucky and it would be empty, removing the entire moral dilemma from his claws. Nope, sorry you fucking bug bitch, Twilight got rid of it and there's nothing I can do. Complain all you want, I can't help you.

Wouldn't that be nice?

{RECOGNIZED! SPIKE THE DRAGON!}

And thus he began the very tedious five step process to reopen the vault.

...And the re-began it when he messed up step two. Then four. Then five. Two again. Briefly step one when a mosquito got smashed on the dna scanner, and finally step three, because of course.

THEN the vault opened.

And, alas, hidden among the monstrous limbs, the alien forms of energy, the weird wiggling things, and the files on anything and everything, there it was. A gigantic binder, locked on the front, with her name plastered all across it.

"...Because of course. Of course that wasn't bad enough."

Were anyone else in the room, the would fully understand just what it was driving the dragon to wish for a drink. That being... the entire thing was encoded. He couldn't read a single word of any of it. The sad part? Why WOULDN'T it be encoded if it contained such vital information to her like that? But this also presented a brand new problem.

Because she'll break the code, eventually. Of course she will, there's no doubt someone who's species infiltrates as their base instinct wouldn't manage. It was just a matter of time.

Which means anything he pulls out, ANYTHING, could mean discovery. He might pull out everything she knows and leave everything she doesn't, if there are things in there she doesn't know. Twilight is not a dark pony, she has ethics. But maybe there is something Chrysalis just wasn't ready to know yet?

"This just got a whole lot more complicated."

He can burn it away and pretend it never existed at all, but then he has nothing to give her. If she says "I won't deliver", well, she won't. She's a bitch like that. Twilight will stay gone, and there's nothing more he could do.

But if he delivers it and something important is in there...

Damn.

She's got him.

She has nothing to lose now. He is the one who has someone he cares about in trouble. She is the one who couldn't give a fuck about how many others suffer. She has nobody on the line.

She has him.

"...Or does she..."

He didn't know why, but he swear he felt his spines atop his head curl a little.

"...She's not completely untouchable. She has weaknesses too. She wants to use my friend like that..."

Slowly, his bitter scowl turned into a grin.

"Let's see how she likes it."
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>Our purple princess slowly trots around her lab in the dead of night, brooding over her faithful dragon son-friend-undefined's attempt to 'help' her, and how it only made their relationship worse.

>She moved from the main area of her lab, haphazardly covered in all manners of pink, glitter and things all-around sparkly to the place where she stored all of her 'accomplishments'.

>As she entered the room, she began to hear soft melody, barely recognizing her own voice without the usual tone she forces through it.

The stones grow dark in the castle tonight,
Not a hoofstep to be heard,
An archive of devastation,
and it looks like I'm the nerd.

>Passing over her collection of notes on her cyborgs and robotics research, she pauses briefly on the illustration of the mech she built for her brother, the one that likely saved his life when Chitania attacked.
>The same Chitania that she unleashed upon equestria.

This guilt is howling like a swirling storm inside,
Couldn't rein me in, heaven knows i tried.

>Moving past her firearms schematics, she didnt spare a glance at what was laying on the desk, she already knew.
>Her early prototypes through to saddle-mounted versions.
>The various designs and redesigns of Spike's personal firearms.
>A detailed schematic of the tool that almost killed him, crumpled and stained with tears.

Dont let me out, dont let me think,
Be the girl i always heard about,
Feel, dont think, dont let them know,
>An image of spike, tears in his eyes and a rejected gift in claw flashes through her mind.
Well, now he knows!

>A bolt of magic leaves her horn, burying the schematics under a pile of fashion magazines.
Let it go, let it go
Can't hold it back anymore
>Twirling around, bolts of her magic continue to fly, striking everything in the room.
Let it go, let it go
Turn away and slam the door
>Her changeling research, now a makeup stand fit for an actress.
I don't care, what they're going to say
Let the world move on
>Her robotics research, now a music player filled with the latest boy bands.
Solitude never bothered me anyway

>Her horn afire with magic, she moves back to the main room of the lab
It's funny how some distance makes everything seem small
And the fears that once controlled me can't get to her at all
>Looking around, she see's past the flimsy cover-ups to the tools of destruction beneath
It's time to see what she can do
To test the limits and break through
>Her array of monitors, now a large cinema system.
No right, no wrong, no rules for her
She's free!
>Her chemistry partition, now a minibar.

Let it go, let it go!
She is one with the glitz and gloss,
>Her research materials, now an extensive wardrobe stocked with dresses.
Let it go, let it go!
Twience is no big loss.
>Her personal Sub-Space Alternate Reality Simulator, now a jacuzzi worthy of a five star hotel.
Here I stand and here I'll stay,
Let the world move on!

>Gripping all of her lab in her aura, she paints the walls a flowery lavender, the floor now a lush pink carpet, the large worktable now a circular bed that dominates the room and the overhead lights now a series of chandeliers.

My power flurries through the air into the ground,
>Sparks of her magic slowly falling from the air, she spots her Coronation crown
My soul is fracturing in frozen fractals all around
>Bringing it to her face she stares at her reflection
And one thought crystallizes like an icy blast
>Giving her face a final glare, she places the crown on her head with a flourish
I'm never going back, the past is in the past!

Let it go, let it go
And she'll rise like the break of dawn
>Building up her magic, Twilight slowly lifts into the air.
Let it go, let it go
>Forcing all of the guilt, sadness and self anger to the forethought of her mind, she locks it all away, tears beginning to stream down her face.
That imperfect girl is gone
>Her newly transformed suite beginning to glow as bright as a star
Here she'll stand in the light of day
>The light reaching a crescendo as she finishes her impromptu spell
Let the world move on!
The solitude never bothered...me..a.n..y...w

>Falling to the floor with a thump, the blaze of magic abruptly disappears altogether, the only sign of it's occurrence to be a softly fading glow within the crown.

>Outside, in the hall that used to lead to the personal lab of Twilight sparkle, the safety measures that protect the rest of the castle from anything that could potentially escape the lab, be it biological, mechanical or magical, quietly disengage upon detecting a safe environment once more.
>They automatically send a log of the event to the main lab computer as per standard procedure, before powering down.
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NON CANON
>Cheese Sandwich
"DJ"
{???}
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>Man, everything is going great! Partyland is going to be the hippest, most rocking, most funtaverific place there ever was placed on this place in place-space!

"Hey, boss?"

>Yepper my maker of beats bops and bumpers!

"Why do you have a big red X on this record? It's a pretty nice song for dancing, gets great results."

>Because my maker of music, this is a cursed record. It summons a terrible creature, from it's very depths it arises, and reigns destruction.

"...Really?"

>Yes.

"Oh..."

>...You put it in, didn't you?

"I thought it meant defective, I was going to see if I could fix it."

>Drive to save money, I like that! Great initiative. Well, no bigaroony. It hasn't started yet, so we can just go over there and-

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E-784ImNnxM

>...
"..."

{MAKE IT STOOOOOOOOOOOOP!}

A gigantic black shape rocketed in like a meteor from hell, smashing the dance hall and stomping around furiously. Stamping on the ground, jump, jump, jump, jump, moving all around and jumping all around.

{WHY WON'T IT END!?}

She showed them her love foundation, and the pair felt the the heat, the sweet vibration. Her horn was about to ignite, and they knew they would be going out tonight.

{STOP THE BEAT!}

Jumping all around.

"Du...dubuh... dub?"

>I felt the same thing.

At last, it ended.

{NO MORE! NEVER AGAIN!}

>Sorry giant lady!

{YOU SHOULD BE!}

And she stamped on the ground... as she walked away.

"...The hell was that!?"

>Dunno, never seen her before... seemed kind of angry, she needs to work on that.

"..."

>...What? It's not healthy.

The remains of most of Partyland collapsed.

>...really unhealthy.
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>Celestia
"Chrysalis"
'Twilight'
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>Twilight!? Oh sweet mercy she's not in her lab anymore! NO! I've got to stop her before-

"WHEEEEEEEE!"

>...

'WWHHHHHHHEEEEEE!'

>Are... are you two...

"Tia! Come on, this is great, we're glamorizing your castle!"

>...Why.

"Well, she is doing it because she wants it to be all glam. I'm doing it because your face is hysterical!"

>No, really, you can hang out with her? You can STAND to be around her?

"Yep!"

>...I do not trust this at all, please clarify.

"Easy. HEY! Twilight!"

'WASAAAUP?'

"If Shiny asked you whether or not he should stop waiting for Cadence to put out and mount up on THIS black beauty, what would you say?"

'I'd say BOY, you gotta stop waiting for her to come around! You put a ring on it and she's not even giving up a hoofie? Wassup with that? You go get you some, you earned it! You're the best BBBFF ever!'

"See!? She's amazing now! I mean, sure, she can't do hair stuff or anything, but I have disguise magic, who the fuck cares what she does to my hair? And she's fun now! Before it was always watching watching watching, but now? BEJEWELING WALLS, Celly!"

>...You're not going to let her get pregnant, are you?

"Fuck no, Shiny would kill me. Literally. I am not hyperbolic in this situation. I would say "I let some guy knock her up" and then I would be just, a smear on the ground. Nothing left. He would scorch the earth, Celly."

>...Give me that bejeweler, I need to get some stress out.

"KICKASS!"

'Now you into it! Let's go!"

>I am going to regret this later, but that is future Celestia's problems. Now Celestia thinks this is amazing.

'GIRLFRIEEEEND!'

>...Mostly.
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>Spike
"Applejack"
~~~~~

*thupthupthup... thupthupthup....thupthupthup...*

"Loverboy, if yer' gonna drum yer' claws like that, we're gonna have a problem."

>Sorry... just impatient.

"Foooor?"

>Let's just say I'm waiting for a certain someone to get home.

"...Creepin' me out, sug'."

>...For a game. A OnO game. I'm playing a game with this certain someone, but he's got a very specific skill I need to utilize to beat this evil boss character. I can't move on without him. But when I do...

"...Yer' evil lookin' grin ain't helpin'."

>Applejack, let's just say by the end of this? You are going to be thanking me.

"...M'kay, gonna trust ya' on this one."

>I knew you would.
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The sight was thought inconceivable, though those that believed that apparently did not quite know what that word meant. It was still strange to see one of the night clubs of Canterlot occupied by not just the Queen of Changelings, but Celestia, and an apparently bimbo'd Twilight Sparkle.

After several long hours of dancing and drinking, the trio were preparing to call it a night, but not before Chrysalis and Celestia decided to challenge one another to shots. Twilight, though, said she had needed some air. Somewhere in the back of Celestia's alcohol hazed mind, she knew there would be risks to letting Twilight out her sight in both her current conditions, but Chrysalis' obnoxious taunts of 'puuussssssy!' destroyed her sense of self control.

Her fears would prove ungrounded in one sense, but validated in quite another. It would not be lecherous men Twilight would have to fear this night.

Stumbling, her body temperature spiked, Twilight spread her wings and schewing her dress to let out the built up heat. She giggled blithely while dabbing herself down with a handkerchief. "Like, gross! I'm totally all covered in sweat in reek of booze! totally hope Flash Sentry doesn't see me like this!" She said to no one while her steps staggered and led her further than she had meant to go from the club, not helped by her sporadic teleports with each hiccup.

By the time she settled down, she was completely lost, though her residual mind knew she was in Canterlot's business district. Right by the new Fawntine building as a matter of fact.

The sound of approaching hoofsteps failed to register until the voice belonging to them sounded.

"Celestia's mother, you've gotta be fucking kidding me."

Twilight felt her blood go icy in her veins and feel more sober than she had in weeks now as she looked to the stallion before her.

"F-Flash?"

The cybernetic stallion began to circle her, one eye flashing red and focusing in.

"I've heard rumors you've gotten to be a real skank of a bitch, but I thought you were just luring more stallions to their doom."

Twilight began to back away, her facade coming apart as she shook her head. "N-No! Flash, I-"

"Decided to keep your destruction on a more focused scale then? I also heard you were the one who released the giant bug bitch on all of Equestria. Not a single place was unscatched. Well, except for Ponyville, so what was that? control group?" He taunted while a flick of one hoof to unleash the chainsaw.

Twilight fell onto the pavement, looking up at Flash Sentry as he began to stalk forward. She was crying and shaking her head. "Pl-please... I-I'm sorry... Flash, I'm sorry..."

He towered over her for miles, Twilight illuminated purely by the red light of Flash Sentry's cybernetic eye. Silence hung heavy, and for a moment, Twilight dared to look up.

His gaze was hard, he didn't even flinch when the chainsaw roared to life and the whirring teeth threatened Twilight's neck. "Not forgiven. Never forgiven."

Back in the bar, Celestia dropped her shot glass when a chill went down her spine.

"Hah! Ah whon-" Chrysalis taunted and was immediately shut up by Celestia knocking over the table and dashing out.

"Twilight!" She screamed in panic, and suddenly Chrysalis felt far more sober too.

When Celestia and Chrysalis found Twilight, she was hunched over, covered in blood, and her whole body spasming.

"... Twilight?" Celestia asked hesitantly and was met with a sob.

"I-... I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I never meant to hurt him... I never meant to hurt anyone... I'm sorry..." She was physically alright, but mentally, in a state worse than before.

"Well... that's apparently not her blood, now to hope there's no dead hookers we need to bury..." chrysalis commented and used her horn to illuminate the surroundings and find the blood forming a trail that vanished into an alleyway, just in time to see a red eye flare to life and a cybernetic pegasus soar past.

He didn't need words to shout his curses and promises for revenge on Twilight Sparkle, all three heard it well enough when they saw flash Sentry's angry graze before he rocketed out of sight, clutching the bloodied stump where his chainsaw had been.

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>Suckerpunch
"41"
'56'
-Announcer-

'So THIS is where Moons' console went! What the heck are you two doing?'

"It was confiscated to support the war effort!"

'What war?'

>The war of 'God damn it, why do we keep drawing!?'

'That's a pretty stupid name for a war.'

"Shush, we've figured it out, if we play this fighting game, we can have a definitive winner and end this nonsense once and for all!"

>Exactly!

'...how does winning a fighting game mean you're a better fighter in real life?'

>"DON'T QUESTION US!"

'Fine, jerks.'

>Eat this!

"Ugh, don't divekick me you cheap bastard!"

>It's a legitimate strategy, madam fireball!

"Oh like you weren't doing the same thing!"

>And you were...divekicking...

"..."

>These characters are reeeeeal similar.

'Well yeah, you guys picked complete palette swaps of each other.'

>"..."

'Virtually the same.'

>...you wouldn't know their supers, would you?

'Yeah, half turn back, forward, punch.'

Quickly the two do as told, onscreen the two fighters dash forward...and promptly headbutt each other and fly back, lifebars depleted.

-DOUBLE KNOCKOUT! DRAW!-

>"..."

'Yyyyup.'

"Life is mocking us."

>It really is.

"Makes ya think."

>Really does.

"So...wanna try and break into the simulator again?"

>Is shorty here obsessed with ass? Let's go!

The two run away, 56 shrugs and turns off the console, walking off with it.

'Those two are weird.'
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Randomly, a scene that got cut (see also: i forgot to write it in) that was supposed to take place on the third day while Spike and AJ were still at Sweet Apple Acres
~~~
"Hey, Applejack?"

"yeah, sugarcube?"

"Who's guitar is that?"

Applejack smiled fondly as she saw the old acoustic guitar in the corner of her room.

"That used ta belong to ma pappy... Never did understand how he played the damn thing wit' hooves."

"Ah... I see... Would... would it be alright if I played something for you on it? Or would that sort o-"

Applejack smiled and kissed Spike on the lips. "Loverboy, Ah don' think mah father would approve o' anythin' more than fer someone ta make his girl happy. 'Sides, Ah've wanted ta hear ya play since I heard you an' Two made Chrysalis cry."

Spike chuckled and moved over to the old instrument, after tuning it back up, he began to strum an old song he knew

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zacUcCCOoRw
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>Twilight
"Suckerpunch"
'41'
~~~
Suckerpunch and 41 near the simulator

"I'm going to get your ass!"

'No, i'm gonna kick your ass!'

"Yours is the ass that'll be kicked"

'Yours!'

They enter the simulator and...

>Hey! Welcome to my totally fabulous MALIBU BEACH HOUSE simulator! you guys, like, wanna have a pool party even though the beach is like, a walk down the stairs?

"'...'"

>I got pink, virgin, pina colada!

"'NOPE! NOPE! NOPE! NOPE! NOPE! NOPE! NOPE! NOPE!'"
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hPUAhSGZtvU

"Rekulk"

Down down deep within the myriad tunnels of the mountain, a single Morlock pulls a single cart, having disrobed of his makeshift encounter suit once he made it underground, he hums cheerfully to himself as he walks. Bobbing along to a tune only he can hear, he starts to sing.

"Oh I come from a land
A not-so faraway place
Where the worms and the spiders roam."

He ducks beneath a lowhanging stalactite.

"Where it's deep and immense
And the dark is intense-"

A giant moth flies by, proboscis plunged into the flesh of a struggling pale eyeless quadruped, sucking away at its vital fluids. He smiles.

"It's barbaric!
But hey, it's home!"

"When the moans from the deep
And the eyes in the dark
And the stones that do shine are right
Come on down
Don't be shy
You'll be safe
If you're sly
And enjoy this Morlockian Night!"

He reaches the end of a tunnel and looks down at the great cavern where his people work, learn, and live, where the beginnings of stone and wood hovels stand next to lean-tos and tents. Clusters of his people can be seen from above, tending to mushroom patches, cooking the remains of hunted monstrosities, or just getting used to this lovely new concept of relationships not ending in cannibalism or a litter of pups.

"Morlockian niiiiights
Like Morlocklian daaaays
It is quite an art
To tell them apart
But we have our waaays~"

He trudges into the slowly developing city, smiling at the other Morlocks that mob him, giving an affectionate ruffle to the scruffy mane of a pup nibbling aimlessly at his foreleg before scooping him up and carrying the young Morlock on his back as he makes his way to the center of town and the dais upon which sits the head of metal that guides them.

"Morlockian nights
Though there is no sleep
From hunters to guards
We all must work hard
To tame this bleak deep!"

With a contented sigh he slips off the harness of the cart and leaves the contents to be distributed amongst his brothers and sisters for what is needed. Looking back to bump nuzzles with the pup, he sets him down.

"Go to your mother, little Frelsk, Uncle Rekulk must speak of great things with the head of metal!"

The pup nods and scurries off, leaving Rekulk to climb the rest of the way, ignoring the dull ache in his bones and the demands of sleep from his mind, there were matters of great importance to be discussed.

The mightiest of all trades would be decided and soon.


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