Thread 10: Stories 106-120

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>29
"Applejack"
[?]
-?-
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>Knock knooock!

"Saddest part o' mah life is that yer' the only one who makes appointments ta' come see me, Ah' want you ta' know that."

>Saddest part of my life is waking up to a storm cloud raining on me and realizing my Queen doesn't care if I live or die.

"...Alright, point ta' you. Wat'cha want anyway?"

>I need two tickets to the grand galloping gala.

"Can't, we're fresh out o' room an' Ah' wouldn't invite ya' anyway."

>Oh, so we're going to be like that, are we? Oh, alright, I didn't want to play the blackmail card, but I suppose this is how it needs to be.

"Ya'll ain't got nothin' ta' blackmail me with, don't even pretend."

>Oh ho! But I do. I have... myself.

"...This is gonna end up pretty sad if it goes where Ah' think it is."

>Specifically, I'm the only Changeling with a good, steady job, and proof that we could actually fit into society.

"..Ah'm suddenly not likin' where this is goin'."

>What were to happen if I were to, say, quit? If I were to go to the papers, declare that we had no chance of ever integrating in without the direct assitance of one of the Princesses, why that would just be a turn for the worse, wouldn't it?

"..."

>I couldn't do it alone, obviously, I'd have to get at least a dozen stories from 12, perhaps some others from some of the stragglers about the ballroom, but it wouldn't be long before I have the whole of our species convinced they need... intervention.

"...Shit."

>That's right, every moment would be FILLED with changelings pestering you, trying to do your work, trying to repeat 18's, or 42's, or dare I say it, 2's success. Mama Applejack, has a nice ring to it, doesn't it?

"Yer' makin' me angry."

>Oh? Don't care. You threatened to send your little minion out to shoot me dead if I didn't do a job you had no way of knowing if I was actually capable of doing. We are LONG past the point where your feelings matter. Give me the tickets, and I promise this is the last you hear of me.

She stared him down hard for a few seconds, but it was quickly obvious he wasn't going to flinch. She reached into her desk, pulled out two golden tickets, and he was gone shortly after. Not a word spoken between them.

None were needed.

~~~~~Later~~~~
[DAMN IT, GIMME THAT SCOTCH!]

-NO! You said you weren't going to get drunk this early!-

[I NEEEEEED IIIIIIT! THE ICE CREME ISN'T SOOTHING MY HURT!]

-It's not that bad!-

[IT'S WORSE! We're never gonna get invited, NEVER! I'm never going to get to use my fancy dress, meet new ponies, and have a magical night! NEEEEHEHEEVER!]

-What, do you think I'm going to? This is the most prestigious event in years, what are the odds someone is going to ask a demonically tormented school teacher to the dance? You're the mayor! You at least have a little chance.-

[NO I DOOOO-]

The door slammed open, and an irate Changeling stomped up to her, and shoved a golden ticket in her face.

>HERE! For the love of Chrysalis's bouncy backside, HERE! Take your stupid ticket, go to your stupid ball, and STOP, CRYING!

[...]

>...Oh! Cheerilee, you're here too. Well, that saves time. Here you go.

-W-wha...-

>Okay, listen. Bone knife guy? He's going to bring someone with him, but they are NOT currently in a relationship, alright? In fact, the Changeling he is with is hilariously in love with someone else, so he is open. Alright? Alright.

-...Why?-

>Meh.

[...]
-...-

>We good? Good. So stop whining, it is SO ANNOYING.

He spun on his heels, and stomped out.

[...]

-...So is he actually doing this to be nice, or...-

[I can never tell with him, to be honest.]
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>Auditor Ponies/Celestia
"???"
'???'
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A panel of auditors watch and judge the entertainment planned for the evening of the Gala, outside, a group of hopefuls await

>Next! Calling Octavia Melody!

'Okay... You can- YOU!'

"We meet again, motherfucker..."

'Shouldn't you be destroying what's left of your sense of hearing in Ponyville or getting sexed in some orgy?'

"Shouldn't you be making dumb faces from said orgy? This Gala isn't gonna be big enough for the both of us..."

'Oh! Then let me wish you luck: BREAK A LEG, SCRATCH!'

Octavia pulls out a tire iron

"Bring it!"

Vinyl pulls out a knife

>Where is miss Melody-?

Octavia and Vinyl burst onto the stage, already bruised and bloody from trying to murder the other

>... I want them on first. Both of them. At once.

>Yes, your majesty.
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>Celestia
"Chrysalis"
~~~~~

>Well, you're giddy.

"Stop making up words! No was is 'giddy' a real word."

>You know? I actually don't know if it is. Doesn't sound like one, does it?

"Sounds like someone is trying to say witty while giggling to themselves, right?"

>It's used to describe someone looking happy and restrained, maybe that's what it means?

"Huh..."

>...Anyway, you, excited, why?

"I am going to cause untold chaos at your Gala, that's why."

>See, this is why I didn't want to invite you.

"But Shiny asked you and you just couldn't say no could you?"

>No, actually, I couldn't. Unlike you, me and him are actually quite close. If he thinks you deserve a chance to go have a fun night, I trust him.

"But you don't trust me? I'm wounded, really, right here. I feel the pain."

>To this day, I still don't understand why he lets you stay around.

"Pft, and you guys are supposed to be close."

>Hm?

"It's just how he is."

>...A little higher with the roses, please.

"Don't tell me what to do! It'll go higher when it stretches out."

>I'm just saying.

"Well, I'M just saying I know how my magic works, alright?"

>Then why are we on dress twenty four?

"THOSE WERE PROTOTYPES! Friggen... so lucky Shiny asked me... goddamn not a seamstress... piece of..."

>You don't look very elated anymore.

"STOP MAKING UP WORDS!"
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>Shining
"Celestia"
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"Over fifty dresses, Shining. Over fifty."

>Sure it wasn't over 9000?

"..."

>Sorry, couldn't resist, but remember when we used to do that all the time back in the... okay, your eye's twitching. Bad time for jokes? Okay, right, sorry.

"Over fifty dresses. Because YOU had to invite her. Ohohoho, I demand some compensation for that kind of torture."

>Hey, do you see me demanding compensation for whenever that oversized bedbug rubs her ass over my work or leaps into bed between me and Cadance? No? Alright then!

"Doesn't matter. I'm a princess."

>Yeah? Well technically, I'm a king. So sit on it.

"I'll sit on YOU."

>Heh, remember those times, too?

"...ooooh yeah, we sure did used to do the lap-thing, didn't we? Where you'd... and then I'd..."

>Eeeeyup.

"..."
>...

"Soooo... did you want that? Was that like a subtle hint?"

>Hm? Oh, nah. Just reminiscing to a time when that thought would've gotten me excited. Now, thanks to my wife's endless teasing over the years, all I feel is a distant longing that I can't reach.

"I'm not sure whether I should be insulted that my ass is no longer boner-fuel or just feel pity for you."

>Pity. Definitely.
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>AJ 18
"Dash"
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>Alright, and done. Security detail is all cleared, and our guys shouldn't step on any of your guys toes.

"Shouldn't 42 be handling thing?"

>She's... prepping.

"You mean she's trying on dresses or something?"

>No, she's going in a militia uniform. She's mentally preparing herself not to spazz out if Shiny asks her for a dance, and you absolutely did not hear that from me.

"Jeez, this is the super-warrior who can take on my Wonderbolts alone, right?"

>The same.

"..."

>...Get it out of your system.

"Who are you taking to the Gala?"

>I'm going alone, thank you. I have long since accepted that I am very likely going to die alone at this point, so I might as well embrace it.

"Dark."

>But honest. You?

"Eh, I'm a Wonderbolt, we're not supposed to show up with dates, I don't think. We're VIP's."

>Is that an excuse for 'I can't get a date'?

"Is that an invitation to mock you openly for not being able to get any from Shiny?"

>Withdrawn. Have fun at the dance.

"...Hey, 18?"

>Hm?

"Lots of guys out there, you know. Most of them probably aren't married either."

>...Yes, yes there are. Thanks for telling me that, but... I've known that since I first ended up in the ballroom, Rainbow Dash. Didn't matter to me then, either.

It was only after she left that Dash tiredly rubbed a hoof into her face.

"Man, maybe I should bring a date. Would hate to end up like that.
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>Chrysalis
"Twilight"
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>DRAMATIC ENTRANCE!

"No! I told you! NO! You can't just break into my lab like that! SO MANY THINGS WILL DIE!"

>Can it, I need your stuff.

"How do you even get in here!?"

>Your little scanny thing only reads DNA. Still thinks I'm Cadence.

"What!?"

>Eehhhh, this'll work. Hope she likes gold coloring.

"Hey! That's my nano-fiber cloth! That strip alone took me over a year to make! You can't just take that."

>Need it.

"What POSSIBLE reason could you have for a cloth the size of a small blanket that was built to withstand TANK SHELLS!?"

>Makin' a dress.

"...I'm sorry, you've reached the area where Twilight Sparkles sanity once resided. I am the new tenant, and I will be taking all of her messages until her return on the day anything you just said makes sense."

>Look, my stretchy magic makes stuff brittle. Really brittle. Kevlar was ripping like wet tissue on her huge ass. I need an alternative, and I am taking it from you. Don't like it? Then get some paper, write a note, and I will deliver it to your brother so he can know to kiss my ass.

"...See, this is why we're not friends."

>Oh for the love of... Twilight?

"Yes?"

>Celestia would like a dress to wear to the Gala, but we just can't find any in her size. I have a magic that can make one fit, but it makes them too brittle to use. Would you please let me use this so your old teacher could have something nice to wear to the ball?

"Why, yes, Chrysalis. I would be happy to help you with this matter. Please, take the material, because my friends being happy and having a fun night is more important than science."

>Thank you, Twilight. You are very kind.

"Always happy to help, Chrysalis."

>...
"..."

>Felt weird, didn't it?

"Yeah, just go back to the door slamming thing."

>Can do!

*SLAM!*
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>42
"???"
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>Shooo... okay, you've got this... A-hem... yes, I would love to dance, if that's okay with... no, no that's stupid, don't over complicate this. But I don't want to make it sound like I'm trying to jump on him. Should I ask Cadence? But then it'll sound like I'm expecting it, and if he didn't want to he'll feel obligated to do it, or worse he won't do it at all because I was being so needy... Okay, just, say yes. Don't expect it, but if he comes up... yes, I would love a dance.

"You would? That's fantastic!"

>AAHHHHHHHHHHH~!

*WHAMWHAMWHAMWHAMWHAMWHAMWHAMCRUNCH!*

>...SPIKE!? Ohhhh boy... gonna take a bit to explain this one.

"I think you ruptured something."

>Is it the part of your brain allocated for memory?

"..."

>...Yes?

"Get me to a hospital."

>Damn.
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>Chrysalis
"Various Changelings"
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>Would it be too much to hope that at least one of you died off?

"What do you mean, I haven't gotten a letter!? How am I supposed to attend the Gala if I don't get my invitation?"

"I don't think we're invited."

"Nonsense! We're Changelings, who wouldn't want us in an area with a lot of wealthy, high profile attendants?"

"...Yeah, I guess that makes sense. Fine, what's your number, I'll check the bag again."

"I'm number... shit! I don't remember what number I am! I COULD BE ANYONE! My identity has been compromised!"

"Well, what's your thing?"

"I don't remember! MY LIFE IS DISSOLVING AWAY BEFORE MY EYES!"

"I mean, I guess it doesn't matter. There's only two letters in here, and one of them is made out to... 'that juggling guy'?"

"YOINK!"

"And... 'the Changeling from that night with the restaurant. The one who did the bathroom stuff'."

"SNATCH!"

"The rest of us don't get mail."

"But how do I know I wansn't one of those two things you just said?"

"Well, are you fat?"

"No!"

"Then you're not those guys."

"HEY!"

"FUCK YOU!"

"...You're right! Crisis averted. All's well that ends well! GROUP HUG!"

>...Please? I'll start leaving cyanide if that will help.
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>Spike
“DT”
‘AJ42’
[77]
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In a room of the castle specifically designated for meetings of the sort was where four figures were gathered, seated at a round table with a fire crackling in the background.

>So there’s my idea. What do you chumps think of it?

‘Tch, you can’t really be serious. We all know who’d come out on top.’

“Yeah, not you. All you know is how to hit things. And then hit more things. Very strategic, so compelling, much win.”

‘Says the one with the rocket fetish.’

“It’s not a fet-”

[I’m all for it. I must admit that after my trails, I’ve… been looking for some way to vent out my feelings that didn’t include killing something.]

>…Well-

[Because the rage builds. It’s been building, that festering within my soul. And it’s starting to overflow in the form of nightmarish waking terrors….]

‘You think that’s bad? You think you’ve got it rough? Well… yeah, you do, but still! My ongoing ‘assignment’ is an utter fail from it’s conception right down to it’s execution.’

“At least you don’t have an annoying Changeling who can’t tell a good plot when he see it!”

‘You’re right. I’ve got an annoying filly who thinks she has some junk in her nonexistent trunk.’

“WHY YOU-”

>DT, 42, cool it. See, this is why I proposed the idea of a battle royale of sorts between us. We each have some sort of deep-seated aggression that’s bursting to come out. And this just strikes me as the least costly way to deal with it.

[The dragon speaks truth. I can’t deny I’ve been wanting to test the mettle of my fellows here.]

‘You’re all nuts. Are you forgetting I’m the one who repeatedly mopped the floor with the once-captain of the Canterlot Royal Guards?’

[42, you are a skilled fighter but if I can be blunt here… knowing your code of honor are you really proud to have been the better in what was basically seen as a manticore picking on an ant?]

‘…’

“Ooooo, buuuurn.”

>And don’t you want to jump his bones anyway?

‘LIES!’

“Then why’s your face turning red?”

‘BACK ON SUBJECT I THINK THIS WILL BE A GOOD IDEA.’

>My ears… quit yelling, will ya?

‘NOT YELLING.’

>…annnnyway, I was thinking two on two battles, so it’ll only be three fights. Quarter-finals, semi-finals, finals. Short, sweet, to the point.

‘GOOD.’

>Voice control, girl.

[Agreeable, dragon.]

“Agreeable my hoof. I know we’re all mentally stressed but what’s in it for the winner? What do I get when I wipe the floor with all your asses?”

[…I do so hope I get you first, Tiara wearing one.]

“Right back at you, big boy.”

>Hmm… I hadn’t really thought about a prize. It was mostly a ‘for the sport’ type of thing… but I suppose a prize would make the fights more interesting. Ideas?

At first, no one spoke up and the hissing sounds of the hearth ruled all… until 77 glanced up, twirling his bone knife around a hoof.

[Two males, two females… what say the losing gender has to give the opposite gender a-]

‘NO!’

“NEVER!”

>77 WHAT THE FUCK MAN?

[-back massage. What? I thought that would be a fair prize for the winner.]

>“‘…Oh.’”

[My mind is not on the same level of perversion as the rest of you. After what I’ve been through, my libido has been fairly staunched.]

‘Ack, n-no, I w-wasn’t thinking that… that you meant, uh….’

“M-me neither! I don’t even know what that stuff is!”

>…Well. I was thinking it.

There was a touch of stringent silence, and then the room broke out in laughter.

[And just to make it more exciting, I’ve heard tales whispered through the winds of a mare who concocts foodstuffs most foul, sometimes alive and other times able to summon horrific demons from another plane. So, with that in mind, each loser has to be Princess Mi Amori Cadance’s taste-tester for a week straight.]

“And the kid rockets come off.”

‘No mercy.’

>Hahaha, nice one, 77. Now listen up, the rules are simple: no time limit and the match goes until the other can no longer fight or it looks like their life is in jeopardy. Twilight should be able to heal most of our wounds but that doesn’t mean we should aim to kill. Don’t. Let’s keep this somewhat fair and within the realm of sportsmanship. DT? No rockets.

“And why the buck not?”

>Because we’re not all 56 who could probably shrug off a speeding train. We’ll die.

“And the problem issss…?”

>No. Use the brass knuckles.

“Oh you big pile of sh- what about you and your precious Charity?!”

>Non-lethal plastic pellets, sweetheart. I couldn’t wound a pigeon with these things. And 77?

[No need. I’m fairly adept at CQC, I don’t mind not using my weapon. Although it stays on me at all times. That’s non-negotiable.]

>Fair enough. 42?

‘Hooves all day.’

>Swell. And now, the pecking order. In my claws are four straws. Two of them are short, two are long. The shorts duel first. Got it? Good. Let’s pick our poison, shall we?

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>SA
"Celestia"
'Chrysalis'
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>Celestia! Glad you could drop by, what's up?

"Just checking in on how 'project sunsplot' is coming."

>Chrysalis says it'll be done in time, and that she hates you and demands cake for this. Made other demands to me, specifically of the sexual nature, but those demands failed to make it past the review board. Which was me. So, if you came down just for that, we have some time. Want to race chairs down the hallway? I'm not overly booked today.

"How on earth do you have any time for yourself?"

>18, wonderful gal she is, did some extra work for me last night. She does that a lot, have to drag her away from her desk sometimes, I swear.

"And she just... does this for you. Doesn't complain, doesn't point out your failings, just helps you out, puts in the extra effort, and doesn't backsass you?"

>Well, she quips at me sometimes, but other than that yeah.

"And all she asks for is a paycheck."

>Actually, didn't even ask for that for a while, I took the initiative to pay her. She just wants to sleep with me, but she's not crazy about it like Chrysalis. She just helped me out.

"...Is your dick made of Changeling-nip or something? Be honest with me, this could save untold time in trying to actually wrangle those little buggers in."

'Nope. Trust me, tested and re-tested... but I would be more than happy to take a new sampling, it has been a while. Shiny, lean back. Celestia, get a notepad out, let's science up this bitch.'

>How's the project coming along?

'Eh, mostly done. Downside is, the stuff is down to being slightly more durable than regular fabric.'

>Damn, talk about a drawback. That stuff was near invincible.

"Speaking of, will there be any fabric left over?"

'Little bit, why?'

"Oh, no reason. Just curious..."

'...'

>...Armchair racing?

"Armchair racing."

'WOO! I love you guys sometimes!'

>Man, she thinks we're crazy NOW!?

"Ease into it, no need to rush in."

>That's what you said last night!

'Oh come on! I was going to quip that!'

"Too bad, I was hoping you were going to tap that."

'I wouldn't tap it before I at least slap it, gotta double check.'

"Hah! Okay, she gets the point this round."

>Enough talk, RACE!
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>Chrysalis
"Twilight"
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>WHEEE!

"Could you please take this seriously? This is possibly vital information that ponies will read about your kind a thousand years from now."

>What's the big deal? They can just ask me. I'm still going to be around.

"How can you be sure?"

>A, I have easy access to birth control and plan to make liberal use of it when Shiny finally decides his bony assed wife doesn't have enough cushion for his pushin', B, the most powerful of my race are either loyal to me or are too much of a butterball to actually fight me, and C, nothing else is strong enough to kill me. I'm one of the most adept and powerful queens there ever was by a long shot, I'm not going down.

"Still, natural causes-"

>Plplplplplplp!

"Look just... answer a few questions, alright?"

>Give me one good reason.

"You can pick the question's topic."

>Sex!

"...Damn. Should have seen that coming. Okay... uh... is it normal for a Queen to be open to a polygamous relationship?"

>...

"...Is it normal for a Queen to be okay with her desired mate having sex with multiple partners besides herself."

>Ah! Got you now... uhhh... no. Not on the whole, anyway. Mostly because most Queens drain their partners to dead husks after a couple days, they're normally only around long enough to get enough juice to take over the village, then they get buried. Though, I THINK my colony does it a little different.

"You think?"

>Well, I don't know how my grandmother did it. But mom left Dad alive after I got conceived, obviously, and when he arrived she offered to let him have a pick of any of the other Changelings he liked if he wanted to try something new. Dumbass turned her down, can you believe it?

"...So-"

>So yeah, can't tell if that was just my mom or if that was a tradition or something. I was going to let Shiny live, obviously, but not really out of... you know, love. It was not a love thing, I just thought, hey! Big ol' food supply! Win!

"...I see... don't you receive memories from the heart ritual?"

>...It's always been really fuzzy with me. Kind of wondered if I didn't do it right, or if I took it too early. But there's a little in there, so hey, maybe it was just a legend that got blown out of proportion, right? Or maybe my Mom deleted them or something so I wouldn't know. Last little 'gotcha!' She was like that sometimes.

"Chrysalis... why was your mother the only one left?"

There was a long, pregnant silence. Time passed, nothing said, nothing gained.

Until at last, the Queen stood tall, and smirked.

>Because she knew what they didn't Twilight Sparkle. She knew how to survive, and here we are today. My mother was the greatest Queen who ever lived, at least until yours truly arrived. Someday, they're going to look back on me, and know I had to come from someone amazing. And I'll be there to tell them all about it. No matter what steps I have to take to ensure my own survival.

She was suddenly so close, Twilight could feel her breath.

>Be it when the sun burns out or atop the bodies of those who faced me, I WILL be the last Changeling standing.

In a blink, the snarling visage was gone, replaced with a more relaxed and easy stance.

>Have fun with your book writing, Twibrite. Come talk if you want to learn our Changeling sex moves, you might learn a thing or two! HAH!

She cantered away, leaving Twilight alone, sitting on her chair, staring at the blank papers in front of her, and wondering just how much history needed to know about the Queen.
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>SA
"Cadence"
[???]
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>Oh wow, actually coming to bed? Didn't expect this.

"Oh stop, I don't stay up THAT late!"

>It's one in the morning.

"..."

>...It's red in the morning.

"Eeesh, uh, point taken. I just get so excited, you know? The dancing, the music, the night air. It's all going to be so magical."

>And chaotic.

"You take your doomsaying and toss it right out mister, we are going to have a fun time and that is that!"

>If you say so. You're going to have to put up with Chrysalis, too.

"Oh, right..."

>Something wrong?

"Yes. I just can't understand her. You know you can never trust her, but..."

>But?

"But with you, she's different. I don't know, maybe it's a good thing she's coming with us, this will be a chance to see what she's like in a more formal setting with us."

>We'll see.

"...You know, it's not quite blue yet, and Chrysalis is passed out in front of her movies. We could always have a bit of-"

*SLAM!*

"..."
>... I thought this gag was dead.

[THE MARCHMALLEYS HAVE FACES!]

There, standing in the doorway, half asleep and shaking like a leaf, the miniscule Changeling barely stood, holding a marshmallow in her hoof.

[AN THEY'RE TALKIN' TA' ME!]

>...What're they saying?

[...NOTHIN' NOW!]

"Sweetie, what are you doing up?"

[Ah' had a dream!]

>About talking marchmalleys?

[HOW DID YOU KNOW!? GET OUTTA MY HEEEEAD!]

>Two?

[Yeah, Shiny?]

>Sleep.

[...M'kay!]

*THUMP!*

>...
"...Want to take her back to her room?"

>No, she'll just wake up in another hour if we do.

The changeling lifted up, and nestled right in between the two of them, allowing Shining Armor to pull them both tight.

"You don't look very upset."

He just shrugged.

>Plenty of other times for the magic happy fun stuff. But something like this?

He pulled them both just a bit tighter.

>This isn't going to be here forever. Better enjoy it while it lasts. Good night, Cadence. Love you.

"...Love you too. Goodnight."
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>Twilight
"42"
'77'
-Spike-
~DT~
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~Come on, Twilight! This is so unfair!~

>For the last time, 'no!' and that's final!

'I have to throw my hat in with the poppet, your judgement is quite harsh on all of us.'

"Come on, Spike, try to reason with her!"

-Eh.-

>Spike seems to be the only one who understands: A SUPER ADVANCED, PROTOTYPE, ONE-OF-A-KIND, STEALTH, MILITARY, AERIAL FRIGATE IS NOT a ride you show up in for the Gala!
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>Spike
"Applejack"
'Celestia'
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>Okay, Shining Armor's pretty punctual, so he'll be here about five minutes early, Rarity though likes to show up 'Fashionably late' so that gives me fifteen minutes before greeting her at the entrance...

"Loverboy... This is madness, ya'll know that, right?"

>I know, but, I made a promise, didn't ?

"Technically, a buncha folks strongarmed ya'll into this."

'Whatever, it's not my fault. And by the way, Potatojack will probably arrive after Shining since she likes to nap in the afternoons, and Diamond Tiara will arrive not long before Rarity since her dad's coming with her. Don't forget that Twilight will arrive an hour early if she can be pried out of the lab.'

>Thank you!

"PRINCESS!"

'I'm just trying to help out...'

>And... besides, this is their first Grand Galloping Gala, second in Twilight and Rarity's case... I just look back and remember the first one-

'You weren't there, your friends abandoned you and you ended up drowning your sorrows at Pony Joe's.'

Applejack winces.

>Exactly! I don't know everyone THAT well, but.. I want them-...

"Ta have tha good time you never did..."

>Yeah... I almost wish I could be in more places to do it for everyone else... Especially you.

'I wish he was talking about me-'

>Actually, you too, Princess...

'...I need to go to the crying corner now- I mean wash my face.'

"Oh, Sugarcube, Ah understand how ya'll feel. But still, it's jus' like with the paperwork, ya can' do everythin' at once and ya ain' responsible for everyone's good time. That's Cheese an' Pinkie's thin'."

>I know... But I want to try to make them happy... I'll save a last dance for you, Applejack.

"Awww, that's sweet, sugarcube."

They hug.

"But what Ah need is a date fer Applebloom. Think you could squeeze 'er in?"

Spike's heart stops

"HAH! That look on yer face was PRICELESS!"
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>SS
"SB"
'SL'
-AB-
~Babs~
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'So... Here we are, playing games at Applebloom's house... And everyone else is going off to Canterlot to enjoy or prepare for the Grand Galloping Gala.'

>How is this my life?

"that can't be right? I mean, what about Big Macintosh?"

-He's Mayor Mare's pity date...-

"Granny Smith?"

~She's part of the catering staff.~

>Cheerlie?

'Has a ticket.'
"The Flower Trio, Lyra, Bonbon, Derpy, The Doctor, Nurse Redheart, Berry Punch, my robotic double, someone, anyone?!"

-Gone for a Garden Party, invited tha Gala, invited to tha Gala, EVERYONE'S BEEN INVITED TO THA GALA!-

"... Even Snips and Snails?"

'Especially Snips and Snails...'

~So, waitaminute, you sayin' we don' just have tha house to ourselves...~

>We have the whole town to ourselves!

Scootaloo slaps her forehooves to her cheeks

'AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!'
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