Thread 3: Stories 75-90

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>Fluttershy
"Chrysalis"
'Discord'
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>Oh, it was so nice of you to invite me to tea, Queen Chrysalis! I always like spending time with a new face.

"W-well, it's the least I could do. Especially after my... unfortunate slip of the tongue back when I arrived."

>Oh, I'm sure you didn't mean it.

"Of course not! I mean, uh, it was just stress. I was just feeling a bit bitter over losing so easily and being confined to a ballroom. Yep. Yessiree. Didn't mean a word of it."

>Well I'm just so glad to hear it! And I forgive you of course.

"....."

>He's not behind you, so you can stop worrying he'll hit you with the hammer again.

"Oh, thank goodness."

>He's in your teacup now, actually.

Chrysalis shakily looks down, to see a tiny little Discord sitting amidst her tea, happily waving to her with a giant foam hand, and rocking his head back and forth like the world's most unsettling toddler.

'I'm forever watching youuuuuuuuu.'

>....I'll get you a new cup.

"T-thank you."
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>Applejack
"Spike"
'Twilight'
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"You seem in a good mood today, Applejack!"

>Well, Ah was kinda T'd off readin' over the usual poor budgetin' decisions 'till Ah read Twiligh's. Always a refreshin' change o' pace to see someone wit' a head on her shoulders

"Well, as princesses go, you can always count on Twilight to make smart choices. Well, besides you."

>Well Ah'm that practical gal so it's hard fer me to work with tha inventions an' new fangled research stuff, so Ah count mahself lucky Twi's on top of that.

"So what's she been researching lately?"

'EVERYONE, RUN FOR YOUR LIVES! I'VE UNLEASHED THE ZOMBIE PLAGUE ON EQUESTRIA! WHAT HATH I WROUGHT?!'

"..."

>...

"Oh, boy, looks like she's trying to cure the common cold again. I'll clean this up."

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>Twilight
"Applejack"
'Celestia'
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>So... Applejack....

"Yeah?"

>You have anything you want to ask me?

"...Nope? What would Ah' ask you?"

>Oh, you know... general stuff.... princess stuff....

"Nope, nothin' comes ta' mind."

>You suuuure?

"....Twi' what's this all about?"

>Oh, come on! Point out something dumb I did! Look, see, my yearly budget isn't perfect, I put a two there instead of a one! IT'S SUPPOSED TO BE A ONE THERE, APPLEJACK!

"...Hey, yer' right. Wow, completely missed that one. Mostly on account o' that being the budget fer' the little gumball machine ya' installed in front of the library, and that's literally one bit difference."

>W-well....

"Ya' did that on purpose, didn't ya?"

>Everyone else gets questions, why don't I get questions!

"There there, poor gal, Ah'll figure out somethin' ta' get worked up about with ya', Ah'm sure."

>*Sniffles* you promise?

"Ah' promise."

>O-okay. *Leaves*

"...Ah'm startin' ta' think bein' an Alicorn jus' naturally turns ya' bonkers or somethin'."

*In the distance* 'You don't know the half of it!'

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"Chrysalis"
>Applejack 18
'Applejack'

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"YOU! Sneaky Applejack, get over here!"

>Yes, my queen?

"I have a mission for you that will require fins and subfudge"

>... Finesse and subterfuge?

"Yeah, sure, whatever. I need you to go into Celestia's bedchambers."

>Again?

"DO NOT QUESTION YOUR QUEEN! Underneath her pillow is a small oak box, replace it with the replica box I have here."

>I understand, anything else?

"This is very important! You cannot be caught. If they find you, take your suicide pill!"

>I don't have a suicide pill

"Bring a glass of bleach with you then, if they see you, drink it."

>So you want me to sneak into Celestia's bedroom carrying a box and a glass of bleach?

"Time is of the essence, Applejack-Idon'tgiveafuck! Gogogo!"

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Applejack 18 stumbles along the empty corridors, a glass of bleach in one hoof and an oak box in the other. He deftly slips into Celestia's room and locates the box under a silken pillow. He lifts the box and hears a clinking rattling sound from within, the replica box makes the same sound. Applejack 18 replaces the pillow and begins slinking back to the Ballroom to report a successful mission!

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>Nopony saw me, your Highness. Celestia was out speaking with her sister, no-one is the wiser that I switched the boxes again!

"Hahahaha! Excellent work Applejack whatever!"

"Now, allow me to monologue some exposition, as villians often do. You see, Celestia has adopted a new game to relieve stress, Ruchian Rulepp. There's a 1 in 6 chance she'll get a few weeks off, we've been lucky enough that she's tried over a dozen times and it's never happened. Every time she hears the 'click' she gets more and more upset! It's wonderful!"

"I just had you replace her bullets with duds! She'll NEVER win her silly little game now! Muahahahaha! I love seeing her face the second she fails and knows she has to keep going!"

*BANG*
*a thud sounds in the hallway*

*Applejack 18 pokes his head out of the ballroom door and sees Celestia laying on the ground, a growing pool of blood around her head. A newspaper nearby reads "PARASPRITES DEVASTATE FILLYDELPHIA SUGAR FIELDS, WORLDWIDE SUGAR SHORTAGE SUSPECTED TO LAST 6 WEEKS. A smoking gun lays nearby on the white marble floor.*

>...

"How!? How did this happen? What did you DO?!"

>I-I did exactly what you said to! I went in and switched the boxes again!

"...Again?"

>Yeah, we already did this last week, right when she first started playing Ruchian Rulepp, remember?

"So we-we gave her back the working bullets? WHY DIDN'T YOU SAY SOMETHING!?"

>I tried but you said not to question you...

*Several hours later Applejack walks the halls in a pink bathrobe, apple croissant and coffee floating nearby*

'Better head to the ballroom, see what Chrissy's up ta today'

*Applejack turns a corner and sees Celestia laying in a pool of blood, a peaceful smile spread across her face*

"Consarnit, it's too early fer this crap. Ah'm goin' back ta bed."

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As the sun rose, signalling a new day, At-tamaz (Holy Scribe of the Shining Path) initiated their morning prayers. Following the Mooslim traditions, Sal-omar had thoughtfully brought prayer rugs, and they knelt facing the sun (oh most holy) repeating prayers of thanks, and asking for divine blessing and success for their crusade.

Once again, the engines on the airship roared to life, in much the same way a small leopard might - with the mechanical power of a dozen horses!

Day 2 of the Siege of the Most Unholy Tower had begun.

*bump*


With a renewed vigour, they began singing battle prayers, with a volume that shook the very windows of the castle (or at least, Al-kalim hoped it did) that it would instill a great fear among the nobles and the guard. Still, they had not received a terms of surrender - but no pony could outlast the might of the Shining Glory of Celestia (praise be to her) - they would yield before the sun had set today.

Their songs only seemed to awaken the demon-insects, who returned in full force to besieging their mighty vessel. From the deck, Sal-omar could hear a most unusual sound emitted from the balloon.
*boing boing bo-boing*

This unyielding, chaotic rhythm was unlike anything he had ever heard.
"With that unholy sound they are making, they must be summoning a Greater Demon! Only a creature of the Underworld could make so much noise!"

> 31 get down from there! I don't care how high you can bounce!

Even with a legion of demon-insects on their back, the tower would still not crumble.

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Morning turned to midday as the sun (praise be to it) ascended higher into the sky.
But the crusading warriors were beginning to falter - they had not eaten since yesterday, and their strength was fast fading, drained only more by the heat of the midday sun.

It was in this hour of weakness, At-tamaz had no longer the will to continue, and threw himself from the railing... back to the shade of the deck. At that exact moment, there was an explosion like they had never heard.

It was as if the moon had suddenly appeared in the sky, and had eclipsed the sun - casting the airship in shadow.
For such devout followers of Celestia (holy be her grace and might), such feelings of dread, they had never felt before.
"An omen! An omen! The moon has conquered the sun - we are abandoned!" cried Sal-omar.

But At-tamaz saw otherwise.
"That is no moon, it is some sort of White Whale! Brace, it is upon us brothers!"

Tal-Ahab, seeing a chance to avenge his father, took the spears and, with two powerful kicks, sent them on a true course to the great beast.

The Whale did not falter, nor did it stop its trajectory of imminent devastation.
With a force that nearly tore the airship apart, the alabaster abomination slammed straight into the balloon - scattering the army of insect-ponies.


For a moment, it was as if time had slowed to a crawl.
The balloon, doing what it did best, compressed, as it absorbed the force of the creature throwing itself against it.
And then it snapped back to its original shape.

The consequence of this, was the airship shook so hard, none were left standing on deck. It also propelled the pale creature in a new direction, with renewed force.
Though, this new direction happened to be into the base of the tower the airship was currently besieging.

There was an almighty thud and a thick cloud of dust filled the air.

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>Applejack
“Twilight”
‘Rainbow Dash
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>Hey, Twi’, Ah don’t mean t’bug ya none, it’s just… what in the buck…?

*Applejack pauses after catching sight of Twilight with her lips wrapped tightly around the opening of a glass bottle filled with a white, viscous liquid that she lavishly gulps down, cheeks flared even as she laps at the opening with obvious thirst*

“Mmmmmmn, soooo thick and sweet… Sweet Celestia, what did Zecora put in this? I can’t get enough….”

*as Twilight continue to tilt her head back, throat expanding with every greedy swallow, trickles of the liquid sliding down her chin, Applejack slowly… very slowly… backs out the room*

>What in tarnation did Ah jus’ witness…?

‘You talkin’ about Twi’s unhealthy fixation with that bottle?’

>Dash? What’re y’all… uh, yeah, Ah am.

‘I don’t know either, and quite frankly, I don’t wanna know. I’ve got enough on my hooves tryin’ to figure out just what in the buck Spit’ was doing with all these back taxes and hidden purchases. Twi’ and her bottle fetish is the least of my concern. See ya later, AJ. Thanks for this new headache here.’

*papers tucked under her wing, Rainbow Dash continues down the hallway, leaving a stunned Applejack looking from Twilight’s door to her and back again*

>...wait, what?

DECLARED NON CANON BY AUTHOR

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>Fluttershy
"Cadence"
'Discord
(Shining)
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"Come on."

>Sorry, I can't.

"Come ooooon!"

>Sorry.

"But I'm Twilight's sister in law! Why, you're practically family right now! And what's a little favor between sisters?"

>Oh, I'm so glad you think of me like that! I'm really touched, but I just can't. I promised Celestia to only help him use his powers for good.

"Chrysalis was stuck on the ceiling for almost a week!"

>I said I would help him only do good... not that I would stop him from doing all bad. Even if that bad is against someone who is totally deserving of it and CALLED ME A WHORE AND IS A BIG STUPID-....

"....."

>Ahem, I mean, I can't be everywhere at once, you know? I'm sure she wasn't all that bothered by it.

"But Fluttershy, think of all the hours you'll save me! It'll make me a better ruler if I don't have to spend so many hours applying this creme. That would be helpful, right?"

>...Well, I suppose that WOULD give you time to do some more work... Twilight says Shining Armor has been having trouble staying awake these days, and he's up most nights doing-

"Back to the important stuff, me, pretty, can you make it happen? Please? I'll let you study the Crystal Doves that live in my clocktower."

>....Well, I suppose if it's for the good of the Crystal Empire....

"That's the spirit! Light me up, Discord!"

'If you insist!'

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(Ugh, so tired... need... so much... coffee.)

"Oh Sweeeeetieeee~! Look at the new me!"

(.....AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH~!)

"What, is my makeup a little off or something?"

(-AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH-)

"Hair not perfect? I mean, he is a choas bringer, might have to touch that up or something."

(AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH)

"What is the matter with...."

*Sees her reflection in a chunk of crystal*

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!"

(AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!)

"(AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!)"

>...You're going to change her back, right?

'Sure. I'll have room in my schedule... next week?'

"....Good."

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>Applejack
“Celestia”
‘Spike’
“‘Applejack 56’”
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Two Alicorns, one alabaster white and the other bright orange, sit on opposite ends of a great oak desk planted in the middle of Celestia’s room, both of them pouring over past due bills, financial reports from Ponyville, and a neverending stream of distress notes from far off dignitaries.

>This is some bullshit.

“You can say that again.”

>This is some bullshit. An’ it’s all yer’ fault.

“Stuff an apple in it, yeah? I’m right here beside you trying to sort through this meforsaken pile of orders, aren’t I?

>That’s mighty neighborly of ya, Celly, to actually get of yer’ ginormous ass and put some effort into stemmin’ yer’ own workload.

“Who the buck is this even from? The assistant to the Queen of Saddle Arabia? I didn’t even know they had a queen, let alone an assistant to said queen! What’s this all about? Damages to their warships and health bills, what?”

>Toss that shit out the window. It’s their own buckin’ fault fer’ tryin’ to ram their planes into our castle. Now they want us to pay fer’ not only that but fer’ the heatstroke some of them suffered. They can take a plane into Tartarus fer’ all Ah care.

“We’ve been at this for over thirty hours straight and it doesn’t seem like the piles are getting any smaller….”

Applejack’s emerald eyes roll over the mountains of paperwork before she heaves a grievous sigh.

>That’s ‘cause fer’ every one we sign, ten more pop up… Mah rump’s startin’ to get sore somethin’ fierce….

“So is mine, actually… Ouch….”

The door suddenly bursts opens and both Applejack56 and Spike rush in.


‘I told you they were still at it!’

“‘So just like we planned, right?’”

‘Right!’

>Spike, AJ… 56? What’re y’all two doin’ h-

A groan of pleasure and relief undercuts the rest of her words when AJ56 mashes both of his hooves to her derriere and begins to move them in a slow, circular motion, making sure to add just the right of pressure to her plaint posterior.

>O-oooooh, mah stars an’ apples~

Across the table, Celestia’s form had taken on that of butter as she cooed, a sure sign she too was enjoying the plot massage that Spike’s claws were working on her.

“Aaaahn~ Oh! R-right there, right there, don’t stop….”

‘The two of us just figured you guys could use a massage after working so hard, and what better place to start than with that’s taking the most punishment?’

“‘Yeah, that’s his reasoning. I just like your plot, princess orange.’”

>Nnnngh, l-less talkin’, more massagin’.

The two little helpers nod and set to work at a brisk pace.

>Ya know, Celly, Ah think we might actually- Oooh yeeeeah… m-make it through this.

“Mmmmhm… Took the words right out of my mouth.”

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RailroadWorker1: Celestia wants the railroad to Roam completed by the end of the season. Expect to work overtime.
RailroadWorker2: "Thanks Celestia."

RandomPony: There are potholes all over the road! "Thanks Celestia"

WhiteUnicorn: The guards killed my wubs. "Thanks Celestia"

RandomPegasus: My Package is late! "Thanks Celestia"

FemalePony: Rabbits are devouring my garden! "Thanks Celestia"

MalePony: My cereal is soggy. "Thanks Celestia"

PinkPegasus: This perfume smells like piss! "Thanks Celestia"

Celestia: *looking though a telescope* Well...at least they're thanking me nowadays.

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>Applejack 18
"Shining Armor"
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>Oh darling, there you are!

"Snrk-wah? Who's there?"

>It's me, Sweetie. Cadence. Your wife.

"Oh... heeey honey. Jus' workin' on the somethin' er' other on the desk here."

>Oh, let's not worry about that, let's*sniff* Have... have you been bathing?

"Uh-wha?"

>Oh sweet lord, how old are those plates!?

"Less than a month, I know that!"

>That one just moved!

"...I maaaay be unaware of what month it is. Anyway, did you finally find a minute in your schedule to help me?"

>W-what!? How long has this been going on?

"Oh, I understand, I know we're both super busy. You said you'd come help when you got a moment, and I trust you!"

>What!? She was getting a freaking hooficure when I-I mean, yesss, of course. I'm here to help... with the stress. I may have to choke down a LOT of love in order to make it through this, but I'm here for that.

"...Lovey, I appreciate the gesture, but I'm going to be honest with you. If I wasn't sure it would sap the last drop of my energy and send me into a coma, I would laugh at the IDEA of actually getting some right now. I'm pretty sure the grime would literally make you stick to walls.

>Oh... Was kind of just here for that.

"Aw, well, thanks for the gesture, eighteen. I appreciate you comin' ta' cheer me up. Why don't you go to my room, Applejack Two made biscuits. They have little smiles on them. They're a little dry, but she poured a lot of love into them, so you'll like them. If you need to stay the night is fine, but don't bother waiting up for me, I can get this... done..."

>....Shining Armor? You okay?

"....."

>Great. Unconscious. Friggen... great....I guess I could go get some biscuits.

"...."

>...Friggen, nice pony. HATE nice pony.

*Grabs one of the papers off the desk, and starts working on it.*

>Infiltrating. That's what I'm doing. Infiltrating. Learning all your secrets. The financing of his janitorial staff is super important.

"...."

>...Friggen nice pony.

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>Applejack
“Rainbow Dash”
‘Celestia’
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*the main Wonderbolt office, formerly Spitfires, now Rainbow Dash’s, is packed with overflowing filing cabinets and the floor can barely be seen amongst the forgotten forms of equipment approval and managerial reports*

>...Damn. Ah didn’t know Spits was this far behind in… shit, everything. Think y’all can handle it, Dash?

“Do I think I can handle it? Buck no! But will I? In order to show everyone that Rainbow Dash is not only the best flier to ever grace Equestria but also the most awesomest when it comes to running a team, I sure will!”

>That’s the right attitude, sugarcube. Ah reckon y’all will be jus’-

“I’m kiddin’.”

>Huh-whu?

*Dash picks up a random invoice*

“Let’s see here. A receipt for twelve new top-of-the-line Wonderbolt suits. They’re supposed to reduce lag when pulling from a dive and allow for greater wing movement. Total cost? Forty thousand bits. I’m gonna guess that’s missing, right?”

>Right.

“And, as head honcho now, I have to find out where Spits not only got the bits to pay for it but why. And then, once I find that out, balance out what was wrongly spent, because this sum was more than likely accumulated through pullin’ it from other bills.”

>Right.

“And that’s only one invoice out of what looks like a bajillion.”

>Right.

"..."

“...Why the buck did I agree to do this again? All I wanted to do was join the Wonderbolts and FLY, not run the entire buckin’ operation!”

>Well, ya see… Ah kinda came when y’all were drunk, like- remember Pinkie’s party? What a time…

“…”

>Don’t look at me like that! This is what y’all wanted, ain’t it?

“Yeah, ‘cause Celestia knows I want to be stuck in this office with no A/C because apparently nopony’s be able to find the maintenance bill.”

*Celestia pokes her head in through the door, takes one look around the office, then smiles*

‘Ooooh, I know that look. Show her the Russian Roulette game!

“The what now? Rushin Roobet game?”

>‘Tia, please, at least let her get ‘bout a week into this.

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>Applejack
"Fluttershy"
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>How do ya'll do it!?

"Hm? Oh! Celestia showed me. You just kind of slightly unhinge your jaw and then shove the cakes right in. Discord thinks it's funny."

>....Makin' a note of that, but back ta' my original point, how the hay do ya'll keep finding money fer' all yer' little sanctuaries? And everythin's filed and organized too! The only one Ah've seen with better care is Twilight's, and she's only takin' care of ONE buildin'! Yer' doing pretty much everthin' animal related surrounding Ponyville AND Canterlot! How do you do it?

"Oh, it's not that bad. I always had to find money for something back at my cottage, and I guess it just stuck with me. Filing everything was hard, but Spike was ever so helpful, he showed me how to do it in no time at all! Oh, and Discord helps out a lot."

>...Discord. And he ain't, Ah' don't know, turnin' yer' rabbits inta' giant mechs and havin' them fight ta' the death?

"Oh no! He would never hurt my little animal friends like that, he knows it would upset me."

>Darn, there goes those weekend plans.

"What?"

>Nothin'. Well, iffin' ya' don't have any problems.

"W-well... there is one."

>Oh? Why didn't ya' say somethin'?

"..."

>Realized it after Ah' said it. Shoot.

"Can I try this rumblin rollout game? It sounds fun."

>Er, uh, sorry. Celestia put the gun away.

"Oh, darn... Well, it would be a shame if a giant vat of caramel were to suddenly fall on somebody, right?"

>Ah... Ah' guess?

"Especially somebody who said some mean jokes about Discord's shapeshifting powers. That would be just uncalled for. Oh well. Oh, by the way? I heard Changelings don't like the cold. Especially a giant bucket of cold water. Neat, huh? I though that was interesting. "

>U-uh, Fluttershy?

"You have your ways of dealing with stress, Applejack...."

*Sounds of a distant splash and cries of 'COLD COLD COLD COLD COLD'*

"I have mine..."

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>Diamond Tiara
"AJ 56"
'Cheerilee
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>You realize this means war.

"...Actually, yeah. War was literally the first thing that popped into my head when you rolled up today. I mean, if nothing else, I assumed the cannons meant bombing things."

>What we have here is a rare opportunity. An opportunity for me to cut loose with my fathers banking account, and find out JUST how much you can take, little....

"...What?"

>...nevermind. Point is, I've got a LOT of explosives, and nothing but time.

"Wow, your dad must be really rich! That stuff looks pretty expensive!"

>Oh yes, bug monster, he is simply.... Filthy Rich. Now, you DIE-HEY!

'No cannon barrage on the playground!'

>AW! Come on Miss Cheerilee! Please!

'Nope, you will have to wait until after school like every other student with a blood vendetta. I didn't make an exception the last three times it happened, I'm not doing it today.'

>But it'll escape!

'Well, you should have thought of that before you over-loaded your forward cannons with those long ignition fuses. Seriously? A crippled buffalo could avoid those. I am so disappointed that you are going to detention, missy!.'

>ARG! I'll get you next time, 56, NEXT TIIIIIME!

"....I fucking love this place."

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>Applejack
“Celestia”
‘Cheerilee’
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“Welcome to Canterlot castle, Miss Cheerile. We trust the ride was pleasant?”

‘Oh! Oh, yes, it was very nice indeed! Those plush carriage benches were such a nice change from the only horribly decrepit chair school funding can fetch me. My tush appreciated the vacation, as it were.’

>...Well, uh, we’re sorry ‘bout the sudden upheaval from Ponyville but a letter y’all sent us- well, me- was a bit concernin’ and we just wanted to make sure things were… alright.

‘A letter? To you, Princess Applejack?’

>P-please, call me ‘Applejack’, ma’am. But… yes, the letter, uh… expressed some… ideas? Pushed aside desires?

*Celestia slightly twitches next to Applejack*

‘...Don’t think I’m making fun of you, Pri- Applejack, but… I don’t remember ever sending a letter.’

“We were afraid you might say that… but I have it here, so I guess I’ll read it. See if it jogs your memory.”

“Dear, Princess Applejack… Have you ever just wanted to something to burn away so badly it kept you up at night? And while you lay there in the dark, pondering why freedom always eludes you, the shadows form twisted faces and dance with a murderous glee around you? I do, all the time. I see demons when I go to school everyday, and I’m not talking about the demons I teach, the ones who stare with blank, drool-dripping face, no. The ones who circle the fillies and colts like they’re trying to decide who to eat first. But I always shake my head. They can’t do that, not in my classroom, or I’ll be held responsible….”

“The letter trails off into each students name with a varying number of X’s next to them. What’s… what’s this about?”

‘Hmmm… if I had to guess? I’d say the X’s represent how many times I stopped one of the demons from taking a student of mine. They’re just as respectful as they are hungry.’


>…

“…”

‘But I’m sorry, I still don’t remember writing it….’

“I would say you shouldn’t actually.”

*Celestia flips the paper around and lays it on the desk, revealing an assortment of jagged letters*

“This was written in the ‘deeptongue’, an eldritch language from when Equestria suffered dark times. This language was used by only the vilest of evil beings and fell out of power before even I was born.”

‘Oh, that’s a shame, this language looks fascinating, really.’

>It’s a language that drives ponies mad, Miss Cheerilee….

‘Just makes me laugh.’

“Miss Cheerilee… are you sure you wouldn’t rather consider another profession? Perhaps one that put less tension in your life…?”

‘What? Good heavens, no! It may be a bit trying at times, yes, but it’s what my cutie mark has led me to do. I’ll continue to brighten the minds of those little monsters until I retire. Why do you ask?’

>Well, we just figured that maybe y’all would like a, uh… a little break?

‘Excuse me?’

*as the warm smile over Miss Cheerilee’s lips fall and the glint leaves her eye, a sudden shiver runs the course of both Applejack and Celestia’s spines*

“Nothing! Nothing, nothing, nothing, we just wanted to make sure you were doing alright, ma’am.”

‘Oh. Oh, yes, of course! But if you’ll pardon me, I really should be getting back to Ponyville. Those tests aren’t going to give themselves F’s!’

>Ah reckon they won’t, eheh….

*as the door closes behind Miss Cheerilee, the two frightened princesses share one look of dread*

>So she gets possessed, great. We’re gonna have to keep an eye on her, y’all know this, right?

*spinnnnn-click!*

“Damn.”

>Nice try.


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