Thread 7: Stories 91-105

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>49
"Various changelings"
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>Guys! Guys! I just came up with my best fanfic idea ever!

"Really? Let's hear it!"

>Okay, get this: what if RARITY was the one who shot Spike? Think about it: she's jealous of Applejack, she-

"Dude, I gotta stop you right there. It's pretty obvious Blueblood's the perpetrator. I mean we haven't heard from the guy in forever, and then there's all those bullshit lines that writers keep using to try to conceal its him-"

>But that doesn't work with my fanfic! And what do you know? Its your gimmick investigation and police work?

"N-No..."

>Is anyone's think police work?

"10's a reporter!"


"I think the quality of 10's writing has gone down since the Rainbow Dash interview."

"Are you nuts? The Fancypants one was the best! And his confess for loving plaid? SCANDALOUS!"

>Hah! That's another one to my theory he wanted to be a lumberjack- I mean, yeah, none of you can confirm it's NOT Rarity!

"Besides the fact that she can't even move on her own power?"

>Shut up! She can hire someone!

"Give it up, man, you're trying to force a love triangle angle when there is none. Sparity is dead and Sparijack ain't happening."

>NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

"Hey, if it makes you feel better, your theory of a second shooter on the grassy knoll is still amazing."

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>AJ 10
"RD"
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>Thanks for lettin' me interview ya'!

"Applejack said I have to."

>So! Captain of the Wonderbolts! What's that like?

"Nothing like I imagined... actually, you know what? Applejack said to try to spin this, but no. If I've got to talk to a Changeling of all things, I'm cutting loose."

>...Kay?

"This is buffaloshit right here, that's what this is. Funds were being funneled into offshore accounts, illegal betting was taken for races, scandalous behavior, and not a single shred of paperwork was actually being done! There were NO plans for mobilization should a threat occur! NONE! They HID when you little bug monsters invaded Canterlot! This organization is the most broken down, stupid, defunct thing I HAVE EVER SEEN!"

She begins to hit her head against the desk.

"Why can't ONE THING be right here!? The uniforms are paid for with CHARITY funds! This is NOTHING like what I thought it would be! I just... I just..."

A hoof pats her on the shoulder.

>You're just doing a good job?

"...What?"

>Well, I mean, I don't want ta' pretend like I know how it is, but if you're noticin' the stuff is wrong, and you're fixing it... It's bad that it was broken in the first place, but ya' didn't just keep complaining about it being broken, ya' fixed it. That's... good, right?

"...Yeah, I guess it is."

>I guess that means you're not doing what you thought you would... but you're doing something better, right? Cause now, instead of just bein' one of them... you're fixing them.

"...Huh."

With a shrug, 10 picks up her camera.

>I'll come back and interview ya' later when it's better. Cause then you get to tell me about all the good stuff you got to do, not all the bad stuff you had to fix. Is that okay?

"...Sure. Come back anytime."

>Kay! See ya' Captain!

After she leaves, Dash can only lean back in her chair, look at the posters lining the wall, and wonder about what could have been... and what is going to be.

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>Twilight
"42"
'77'
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>Well, it's definitely one of my designs. But it's been simplified and my already economic materials list has been cheapened further.

"Great, so their fragile pieces of crap."

>Fragile, yes. By machine standards though. They could still potentially do a lot of harm before a normal pony could take one out.

'What kind of damage output would one need?'

>About enough leg power to buck trees at Sweet Apple Acres. Or something really heavy and blunt. armor aside, it's also loaded to the teeth with weapons. Micro-rocket pods, four small, small caliber firearm slots, concealed blades, the ability to launch them... Nothing that could really threaten an alicorn though.

'Anything else?'

>Yeah, the worst part is this

Twilight points to casting imperfections

"And?"

'Casting flashes, meaning these parts were cut off sheets of shaped metal. The lack of care for longevity with these machines, combined with their simple, but massive firepower and cheapened assembly can mean only one thing.'

"Dare I hope that it's someone beign an incompetent idiot?"

>No. This machine is just one of possibly thousands like it. Maybe even millions.

'But if resources are being spent on such numbers, there's going to be a notable impact in some industries, even if they're co-conspirators. I'll go investigate this matter further.'

>I'll come too.

'No, if I'm right, your presence could alert the conspirators.'

77 shifts into a fairly normal looking pony.

'This is a job for a peasant, not a princess.'

77 leaves.

"Don't you hate feeling useless in these scenarios?"

>42, you and I will never be useless, do you know why?

"uh..."

Twilight then reveals a half-completed juggernaut.

>Because we have SCIENCE!

>Now pick out chassis details and preferred armaments you want on your mech.
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>Spike
"Applejack"
'Applebloom'
-Scootaloo-
~Sweetie Belle~
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'An' so we decided ta git together an' visit ya'll while you were in tha hospital, Spike!'

"That's... mighty thoughtful o' ya Applebloom!"

-Yeah, we even made you some really cool stuff! Here's my picture of how I think the shooting went down!-

Scootaloo shows a picture of Spike with one leg 'exploding' from behind shot while he other leg is stretched behind the back of his head, one hand holds a blazing sub-machine gun, the other hold a foal by its leg and in the background a jeep is exploding

>Th-thanks! That's great, Scoots!

~Are you two okay? Your all red in he face, short of breath, and Spike's heart monitor is going nuts.~

"Spike's jus' fine! No need fer you two ta worry!"

'So we talked to tha nurse earlier an' she said Spike was well enough fer a full day visit!'

-And we decided to spend this whole day paying tribute to a real Equestrian hero!-

"How... sweet o' ya'll."

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>Cadence
"Luna"
'Various changelings'
(Applejack)
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(So... what're we all doin' 'ere?)

'Caddy's trying to learn how to count!'

'And so she's gathered all the Applejacks and told us to get in numerical sequence.'

"For the last time, Celestia's niece: Blue is not a number!"

>... Uhhh... Trick Question?

(Ya know what? Ah'm enjoyin' mahself enough to go along wit' this.)

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>"Applejack"
'Luna'
"Celestia"
[Cadence]
-56/Quicksilver-
~???~
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>"Ahl'right, so ah'm wondering about you, Luna."

'Us? Why?'

>"Well y'aint lettin' that guard outta yer sight."

'We are! We simply, like having a close friend. OH NO WHERE'D HE GO??'

-...I'm right here...-

'Oh... We knew that.'

"Yeah, so, why am I here? I have cake I could be eating."

[I have a spa appointment in an hour!]

>"Well, I was figuring we could all devise something fer th' guards t' do. Seeing this one here being all friendly with Luna makes me think we need to get 'em more stuff t' do. All they ever seem t' do is hang about the castle all day, stand still, and party in their barracks at night."

"Sounds good to me."

>"Ah'course you'd say that."

[Oh! Oh! IknowIknowIknow!!]

>"Ah'm humouring ya."

'...Go on.'

[Playdates!]

>"..."

'...'

"..."

[No, really!]

>"Ya lost me."

[Oh come on! Like, we get the guard to interact with the changelings!]

>"...I'm listenin' again."

[Take 2, for example. The guards love her, and imagine if we got them to make friends with the other changelings? The ballroom would be a place of fun! Guard and changeling hanging together!]

>"...It's creepy when ya think of somethin' half decent."

'We believe it a good plan.'

>"It'd mean that guard yer fond of going elsewhere."

'We do not like this plan.'

>"...Now I'm behind it. Ya need to make other friends, Luna."

-...Well I...-

[Yay! Can I organise it? I love organising playdates with me, 2, and Shining!]

-...But...-

>"Ahl'right, ah guess."

'We don't like-'

[Come on, guard! Let's get you acquainted with 2! Do you know her? She's so friendly!]

-Please dont-- HRRK!-

56, disguised as his guard self, is dragged by the hoof with Cadence.

"Oh this'll be good."

'We don't have anyone to play on our Marebox now! (TM by Maresoft.)'

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Far off, in the distance of the Crystal Empire.

~Oh yay! I just got that good feelin'! AH'M GONNA MAKE NEW FRIENDS!!~
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>SA
"42"
'Various Changelings"
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>...Explain.

"It seemed like a marvelous idea at the time."

'Okay, whaaat about, Thunderbolts!'

'Isn't there actually a pony named Thunderbolt?'

'Damn, trademark issues. Okay, what about Psychobolts! Cause we're crazy!'

'That makes us sound evil.'

'...Are we not? Well, shoot. So much for Terrorbolts. I loved that name.'

'Sonicbolts? Cause we break the sound barrier?'

'We keep coming back to something-bolts.'

'It's the ONE theme between Wonderbolts and Shadowbolts.'

'It's just stupid is all.'

'Hey, if we're gonna work for the Empire, shouldn't it be something Crystal related?'

'...Spectrumbolts.'

'Prismbolts!'

'Fracturebolts!'

'SUPERCRYSTALBOLTS!'

>...I like the thinking, really I do, we're getting nowhere with recruiting from Cloudsdale and we need an airforce, buuuut...

"These five are just a trial run. Let's wait till after they actually pick a name before we wright it off."

'Terrorbolts!...That's right, I still like that name.'

"...Give me a week?"

>Fair enough.

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>Applejack
“AJ2”
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>Stop that.

“Stop whaaaat?

>That. That right there. Stop it.

“I’m noooot doin’ anything!”

>Yes ya are, Two. Yer’ lookin’ at mah cake. No.

“I never said I wanted it!”

>Good. An’ what’re y’all doin’ over here anyway?

“I wanted to hang out with my big sister!”

>…Ah… w-what makes ya think yer’ mah little sis’?

“Because I’m Applejack 2! I come right after you so that makes you my big sister! I love you more than marchmalley’s!”

Frozen by the little Changelings proclamation, Applejack nearly toppled out of her chair when Two lunged at her in a hug, and in that moment her thoughts shifted down to Applebloom before she wrapped her forelegs around Two.

>Ah love ya to, T-

“And you know what sisters do? They share cake with each o-”

>No.

“*wibble*”

>...oh come on! That’s not fair! Ah had the chefs make this just fer’ me!

“*wibble, wibble*”

>Sweet Celestia, not the double wibble… fine! Fine, here, ya varmint.

“Yay! Love you, big sis!”

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>Zecora
"18"
'42'
[Cadence]
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>What is this that I see before me? Such a sight I did not expect when I turned this key!

"It was locked for a reason."

'Who are you?'

[Oh! This is Zecora, one of Twilight's friends! What brings you all the way out here?]

>A request I came to have fulfilled, a touch of Changeling blood with love distilled.

"What?"

[She wants some Changeling blood that's been lovecharged.]

"Not it!"

'Sissy. Here, take a bit of-OW!'

>How gracious you are to give such a gift! I hope it was not too painful, I tried to be swift.

'WHY DO YOU HAVE A NEEDLE LIKE THAT!?'

>The hide of a Changeling is ever so thick, to break through it I must be quick!

[Was that all you needed, Zecora?]

>I had intended to take the blood and be off with a prance, but I must admit my intrigue at your exotic dance.

[A-ah! Well, you see...]

"We were practicing strip-dances."

[EIGHTEEN!]

"What? We were. Not 42, she's got to hold the poles. But me and Cadence... we suck at it."

[We really, really do.]

>Although dancing for bits is an act I've never done, I do admit I sometimes do my own dances for fun. Perhaps I can show you my own unique way? I am quite skilled at making my hips sway.

[O-oh! You don't have to-]

"Sure. Rock that pole zebra lady."

'I hate you all so much.'

>Then my friends step away from the pole. For now I'll show you how to make a stallion lose control!

"WOO! I like this girl!"

[I admit, I'm really interested.]

'Please stop making me watch this.'

>Don't be alarmed if the castle should begin to shake, for with my dances I have been known to make the earth quake! What fun it is to for once not do this alone, for now we all get to have the fun of being in the zone! Begin!

"...So is the rhyming thing intentional or-"

[Just roll with it. Hit that music 42!]

'I want to hit things.'

"Control yourself, she's barely started!"

[DON'T YOU START!]

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>18
"(memory) Zecora"
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18 is trying to do paperwork

Takes a deep breath as she looks over a tax proposal.

>Okay... Shiny and Sombra explained to me this branch of the tax code. The logic went something like-... Uhh...

"A proper poledance needs rhythm and time, on each up tempo I swing my behind!"

"Swing my behind!"

"Swing my behind!"

"Swing my behind!"

>Stupid zebra ass...

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SUPER ULTRA NON CANON

>"AJ"
"Celestia"
'Luna'
-Spike-
~Zecora~

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>"Now, like we said; we wanted ya t' be present in th' castle as... a figurehead, ah guess."

-Pretty much be here to help out, in planning, improving the land, things like that.-

"I was told if I didn't roll with it I was a raci--"

>"RADICAL bitch. Because we like Zecora and she has great intuition. And you would be a radically evil bitch not to invite her into our circle."

"...Yeah... that."

-Onto the other thing though...-

"I said no!"

>"Celly, we talked about this."

-You agreed, (albeit reluctantly), that this would be Zecora's choice.-

~And perchance of what choice do you talk? You need not fear, I am not one to balk.~

"*Grumble*...makeyouanalicorn...*Grumble*"

~Would you please say that clearly? You sound as if you suffer from a cold most dreary.~

"To... make... youanalicorn."

~Once again? Please speak up. You whine as if you were a pup.~

"OH TARTARUS. THEY WANT TO MAKE YOU AN ALICORN!"

>"..."

-...-

~Ah, I see, make an Alicorn. It makes us laugh, but we would not be opposed to having a horn.~

>"Really? Because we'd get it done fer ya."

~I must admit, I get lonely in my hut quite a bit. Being elsewhere with new scenery to view, would simply to me, be of great value.~

"We don't have any spare bedrooms, oh well guess she'll have to sleep elsewhere right?!"

-Actually, there are plenty of spare rooms for delegates and other royalty when they visit from neighbouring countries. We can easily convert one into a room for Zecora.-

>"We ah'll be, looks like yer hired if ya wannit, Zecora."

~You know, I believe I will. Would it be possible to get a spacious room for my potions to distill~

>"Ya certainly can. Celly, would'ya do th' honours?"

"Uuuuuugggggh."

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~A most fascinating sight, it makes me smile. I shall simply sit here, admire for awhile.~

>"Ya do that. Enjoy yer new room, come see us when yer ready t' start, mmkay?"

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"Mah fellow Equestrians, Ah've chosen t'make this important speech to address somethin' that Ah think's gone ignored fer too long! Right, fer too long this country has demanded loyalty and uh, patriotism... y'know... expectin' y'all t'support our athletes in the Equestrian games an' whatnot, but ... what's Equestria ever done for you? It's a dangerous place! There's not much in th' way a' law enforcement outside tha capital and... there's no free... uh, health care an' education or anythin'... Y'know? So, uh... is it hot out here? Whew. What was I sayin'? Uh... No- Oh, right! Um, me- Ah mean, as Princess Ah'd like to make a change to our system that's long overdue, I think. Ah mean, Ah became princess after a little musical number an' a flash of light, an'... that's jus' ain't very democratic! So, startin' now, our leaders will be elected! An' that'll be good, Ah think."
>Princess Applejack mops the nervous sweat from her brow and grins as she is met with uproarious applause.
>From the balcony, she's able to see every single individual pony in the courtyard, a Technicolor sea of Equestrians, all stomping their hooves and making as much noise as they can to show their undivided approval.
>It's incredibly reassuring for the new princess to see this kind of reaction.
>She looks back at the other princesses, expecting to see pride from her colleagues, but what she sees instead is scorn, disapproval, and abject horror.

>Celestia, her pupils reduced to tiny pinpricks, beckons Applejack over with a gold plated hoof.
>Twilight, Cadence, and Luna all avoid eye contact as she makes her way over.
>"Applejack..."
"Y-yes, Princess?"
>Celestia takes a dead serious tone, and speaks very slowly and deliberately, unheard by the roaring crowd below. "Do you understand that the way I had things... was by design? Do you understand that for over a thousand years I've kept freedom from these ponies for a reason? I gave myself one-hundred-percent of the power, so that there would be control. They were happy living, working, breeding and dying with only the illusion of free will, and I was happy bearing the responsibility of keeping this nation from going to shit, because it worked. Do you understand what you have just done? I think you just ruined Equestria."
"All due respect Princess, but Ah-"
>"All due respect, but you should have stayed on your farm, you simple silly pony!"
>Applejack's frowns in frustration.
"Ah'm jus' sayin' that your system dun't work! There's all kinds of crime and... dangerous monsters, an' flim-flammin'... The fate of Equestria's hangin' in the balance more often than it's not! Buuut, if y'all are so sure that your way of runnin' things is best, it's THEM ya have to convince,"
>Applejack smugly points a hoof towards the crowd of thousands.
"... not me."
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>Applejack is right, of course.

>As much as she might want to, there's nothing Celestia can do to stop the election from happening now that it's been announced to the public.
>Things have been set in motion.
>The first domino has fallen.
>The first ever Equestrian Presidential Election is about to begin.

>Cadence, not wanting to be involved, flew back to the Crystal Empire to enjoy being a dictator.
>It's no doubt something she plans to hold onto, despite any rioting the future may hold.
>Although maybe not outwardly obvious, Shining Armor can attest to his wife's unrelenting love for positions of dominance.
>The four remaining princesses, Celestia, Luna, Twilight, and of course Applejack, are the major players in the election.
>Although, there are some lesser known candidates...

>"I'm Pinkie Pie! You can vote for me for president, if you want! I have some totally radical ideas that are sure to change Equestria forever! First of all: Pony poop! The methane gas we all produce is a very viable source of energy! No? Okay, picture this: Take those zombie ponies we all hate, put 'em on treadmills! Dangle some meat in front of them and BAM! Free energy!"
>A bell goes off, and Spike leans forward to speak into his microphone.
>"Those were the closing statements of Pinkie Pie. We are now opening the board to questions from the crowd. Giving ordinary ponies a chance to talk directly to our candidates! Go ahead, sir."

>"Filthy Rich, entrepreneur, philanthropist. My question is for Celestia. Candidate Applejack raised some interesting questions about raising taxes for the wealthy. It's obviously unjust, but I'd like to hear your opinions on it. Thank you."
>Celestia clears her throat. "If elected, I can guarantee that taxes will be the same for all ponies as they always have been. You can continue using bits to wipe your ass, Mister Rich."
>There's a mix of applause and concerned muttering in the crowd.
>"Next question."
>"Yes, this is for Twilight Sparkle. I think I speak on behalf of everypony here when I say: Can you please blow your nose? You've had a little something on your face and no one's said anything. It's gross. Thank you."
>Twilight's face turns a dangerous shade of red and she abruptly teleports out of the building.
>The next pony steps up to ask her question. "Hello, I'm Cheerilee. The topic of education was briefly touched on, but I'd like Applejack to elaborate on the changes she'll bring to the school system in Equestria."
"Yes, well. Thank you for tha question, Miss Cheerilee, um... School! Never really thought much about it, but- yeah. Important stuff, Ah guess. Ah mean, mah little sister goes an' she's better with mathematics than- Well, this one time we had a surplus of apples an' she was the only one on the farm who could count 'em! Ha! Right, so... If elected Ah will... raise fundin' for education, and uh, teacher's... wages?"
>"Next question."

>"Hey, candidates! My name's Soarin, and I'd like-"
>"WHAT?" Luna shouts, looking around in a confused manner.
>"Yeah, um... my question is for you, Luna-"
>"DOES THIS STALLION THINK HE CAN VOTE? ARE STALLIONS PERMITTED TO VOTE?"
>A silence follows, in which Soarin gives up on his question and leaves the stand.
>The last pony up is an ecstatic bright blue mare with a white stripe in her mane.
>"Question for Pinkie! You said something earlier about mandatory tooth brushing?"
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>Soon after her embarrassment at the town hall debate, Twilight decided to no longer run for president.
>Luna too, had no choice but to step down after her 'old-fashioned' views on racial supremacy were unanimously ill-received.
>That left Celestia and Applejack as the only two major players left, especially after Celestia's infamous: "a vote for Pinkie Pie is a vote for Applejack" attack campaign.
>The Foal Free Press reported a very close two-way split, with neither candidate having any clear advantage.
>Celestia , being the strong charismatic leader that promised to keep the traditional Equestrian values intact, appealed most to the older, upper class, and fundamentalist citizens of Equestria.
>Applejack on the other hand, offered hope and change, making promises that appealed to the younger generations and contemporary voters.
>Election day comes quicker than anyone expected, and the last minute speeches and questions answering goes on late into the night until the final vote is counted.

>Applejack and Celestia stand on the same stage, wishing each other luck without actually meaning it.
"It's time fer a change! It's time fer President Applejack!"
>Half of the crowd erupts into raucous applause.
>"Sorry, Applejack, but I know this country will stand by me as it always has. Tradition is tradition! President Celestia!"
>The other half of the crowd applauds, trying to outdo the first round.
>"The votes have been counted!" Spike announces. "The winner, by a veery wide margin... is ..."
>The crowd waits with baited breath.
>Spike leans forward, to make sure he is reading the results correctly
...

>"Pinkie Pie?"
>Confetti cannons explode all around the stage, and the pink pony climbs up on the stage, wearing a large boot on her head, to the loudest applause of all.
>"Thank you! Thank you! Being in charge of a large developed nation fills my heart with glee! Thank you all so much! For my first order of business, Jesus told me to turn Applejack gay!"

NON CANON

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>AJ 29
"AJ 56"
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>Ohhh, what a day! Oh woe, oh pain-

"COUSIN!"

>AAAAHHHHH HOWDIDYOUGETINHERE!?

"The magic of portals! See!"

>You blew a hole in my ROOF!?

"And I past right through! As if it were never theeeeerrreee, oooooooooo~!"

>BECAUSE IT ISN'T YOU... Ugh. I JUST rented this place!... Whatever did you want?

"I need pictures! Pictures of Mayor Mare's plot! And YOU are just the Changeling to get them!"

>Oh, what to do? Should I be proud you have at least moved up from commoners and are at least going after higher officials? Or should I be saddened that even when you fire an arrow so high, it still lands so low?

"...You talk like you choked on every book in Twilight's library."

>Mine Royal targets appreciate class, insect!

"How's that workin' out for ya'?"

>...Shut up.

"C'moooon! Mayor Mare's the only one I haven't gotten a picture of! I need to complete my college!"

>Collage. College is likely forever beyond your grasp. But fine, if you want it so badly...

He walks over to his garbage plucks out an unopened, unmarked letter, and chucks it to him.

>Enjoy.

"...Wow."

>She sends those ALL THE TIME.

"She uh... she looks good with that underwear. Which I am now noticing is in the envelope as well. How about that."

>Ugh! ONCE! It happened ONCE! Oh, regret! Oh woe is me to be so assaulted by a non-royal! Mine eyes!

"Why don't you tell her to stop?"

>...I'm getting around to it! I just...

"Like the attention?"

>...You have what you came for, BEGONE!

"Thanks Cuz, you're the best!"

>I SAID BEGONE!... NO! Not through the-

*CRASH!*

>Ceiling... ugh...

His sits there as it starts to rain, unable to do anything but stew in anger.

Subtly, he picks out another unmarked letter.

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>Fluttershy
"Twilight"
'Celestia'
-Discord-
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Celestia, Twilight, and Fluttershy stand around the wreckage of another robot, this one a very crappy Big Macintosh

>Oh, it was terrible, he seemed to think Big Macintosh and I were in that sort of a relationship-

'Which sort?'

>Any sort! I mean he's a nice stallion but I just don't know him that well.

"You and anyone not his family. Wow, you did a number on this guy."

>I might have overdone things with my Alicorn Eye Beams

"..."

'What?'

>Oh, Discord taught me so much about my abilities as an alicorn. Like the Alicorn Eye Beams, the toxic breath attack, The rocket buck, or the Crotch breast missiles! I was quite surprised myself at first.

'Either Discord is pranking you, Fluttershy, or-'

>Oh, no! I can do those things, watch! ALICORN ALPHA STRIKE!

Fluttershy points herself skyward and begins spraying toxic gases, shooting rockets from her crotch boobs, eye beams, her forelegs flying off to strike something unknown, and her tail turning into a gatling gun

"Or Discord just has a very different idea about what an Alicorn can do."

-Well can you blame me? Celestia and Luna never did much without the elements for me to go off of! And they never invited me to their poker games...-

'I did invite you once, you cheated and turned every card into a royal flush'

-I just wanted EVERY ONE to have a good time-

>Oh, it's okay, Discord. We can play poker together with Angel. I know! I lets visit Spike in the hospital and ask if he wants to play to!

-Oh, Shutterguy, you definitely deserved to be made a princess. Unlike SOME ponies, you really understand the magic of friendship!-

>I think Twilight can handle things here. I'll take us. ALICORN WARP DRIVE: ACTIVATE!

BLOOP!

"..."

'...'
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