Thread 12: Stories 16-30

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>Twilight
"Celestia"
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>Okay, so...

"So, as it turns out, Shining Armor was totally right to insist we try long-range testing OUTSIDE of his Empire."

>That he was.

"On the positive side, it's not like anyone was going to USE that long stretch of desert anyway."

>Was totally barren.

"And, on that note, we have learned a great deal about portal usage in our own universe."

>One for the science books, making a note of it.

"And really, what are the odds the purple glow is all that harmful anyway?"

>At least 4 to one in favor of it being benign.

"All in all, this was a fantastic test, and we deserve a bit of a pat on the back."

>Good job, team!

"..."

>...We're monsters, aren't we?

"Juuuust a little bit."
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>???
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Meanwhile, from the depths of the radiant, tyrian pit of madness, a changeling climbs out, glowing with power!

>MUST! DESTROY! WORL- oh, boy! FIRE! ARGH! It burns so good!

Suddenly, the latent magical energies surging through him combined with changeling metamorphic adaptability and topped with the flames turn him into THE CHANGELING TORCH!

>I guess I should be cheering... HOT damn!

CANON DEBATABLE
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>Applejack
"29"
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>...

"What? It's a perfectly reasonable request!"

>...

"Damned royal most foul, I ask for but a simple thing, a need so basic it is a fundamental not only for ponies, but for society in general! It is your duty to fulfill this request, and sate the flames of need that burns at this moment! GIVE ME WHAT I ASK!"

>...Sure.

"Really?"

>Yep. Totally fine with it.

"THANK YOU! Was that so difficult?"

>Not really. Honestly, with how often it gets brought up, Ah' don't know why we didn't do it sooner.

"Right? How long were we going to do this before we just DID it. Life will be so much better with this!"

>Ah' agree. Here you go, all yer's, sug'.

"Thank you! Now, when should the guards arrive?"

>We'll have Ponyville's division all settled out by the end o' the week, and we'll have permanent residents by the end o' the month.

"Fantastic!"

>...

"...Oh! Right, since I'm here anyway. A-hem while we are here, Apple most sweet-"

>Nope.

"I honestly do not understand you ponies, I can change into ANYTHING and am totally okay with whatever you want to do, and it's always no with you. Well, regardless, I thank you again, and I take my leave."

>...He's the only one that makes appointments and files this stuff properly.

He had barely closed the door before she opened up her rarely used drawer, and poured herself a nice tall glass of Cider.
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>SA
"Cadence"
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>What the hell are you doing?

"Messing up Shiiny's paaapers!"

>I don't... did I hit my head or something? Chrysalis, did you finally get my wife's ass size down right or something? Because it's exact, I'll give you that. Doesn't do quite as much damage to the paperwork, though.

"No, Shiny! Chrysalis twisted her ankle an hour ago, and she asked me to fill in for her. I owed her a favor for taking the fall when I accidentally threw away that soccer ball you've had since you were eight, so here I am!"

>...

"...Wait."

>So you just, like, offered to fill in?

"No! I'll have you know I went through a very rigorous screening procedure to make it this far! I just BARELY beat out 18 in the swimsuit contest!"

>...Sooooo... are you going to be filling in on all of Chrysalis's duties?

"Uh, hold on, did I miss something? I have a cheat sheet, let me double check... Mess up paperwork with ass, and occasionally use a completely useless power... Oh!"

Her horn sparked briefly, and everything turned pink for a half a second.

"Thanks for reminding me!"

>...

"..."

>...Anything else? Anything else you can think of to do that she normally does? An offer of some kind?

"Mmmmn, nope! Cheat sheet says I'm all clear."

A loud ringing suddenly went off.

"Quitting time! Woo! That was fun. Would you mind filling out a survey to rate my performance? Be gentle, it's my first day."

>...

"...I know where you live."

>Fine I... ugh... happy?

"Very! Wow, I am getting such a gold star for this!"

>I'm happy for you.
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>SA
"Twilight"
'???'
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>Are you SURE this is safe?

"Eighty percent."

>Eighty?

"We may have accidentally turned the earth into a tye-dye wasteland... twice. Out of ten tries."

>...

"...You see why I said Two had to go visit Uncle Spike for a bit?"

>So, just to check, was it your idea or Celestia's to insist Chrysalis stayed here during the test?

"Celestia's."

>...

"... I didn't argue with her."

>Maybe we should-

"Too late, TWIENCE!"

She needed both his own magic and hers, but the portal hummed to life, and soon a swirling mass overtook the center.

And then a wooden faced six eyed creature stepped through.

'RAAAARGARBLE!'

*WHA-CLINK!*

*WHACKWHACKWHACKWHACK!*

>... Twi? Pretty sure that was just Luna.

"I know. But hey, portal's working!"

>...

"...yayyyyy!"
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>tGaPT
"29"
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>Alright, let the Great and Powerful Trixie see what you have produced. Good, good... eh, passable. No... no. No. Also no. This bit is alright... but this will need a rewrite. Minion,--

"Applejack Twenty-Nine. Or just 29, if you must; I've been called minion quite enough by my queen, I won't abide it from you."

>...Feh, fine then, 29. The Great and Powerful Trixie worries that you seem to be attempting to push her promotions to unprofitability; what is this line, for example? 'Come and see a delightful show of splendorous beauty and awesome power, to rival even the magicians of old!' RIVAL?! I surpass them easily!

"Madam, I am not in the practice of misleading or deceiving ponies as to what they will see."

>Says the changeling.

"...Point. Regardless, though, I am no mere carnival barker, nor is that the capacity on which you hired me. If you want to lie to your prospective audience, you will simply have to produce such chicanery yourself, and hope that it is offset by more truthful speech."

Trixie let out a sigh, wandering to the piano nearly buried under scrolls and documents, empty plates and picture frames. With a flourish, she cleared the keys of debris, plunking a few to check that it was still in tune.

>Tell me, 29. How long have you been in the business of stage shows and performances?

"Erm. I suppose this is my first foray into such a realm, in an official capacity."

>Trixie has been putting on shows since before she had her cutie mark. Were they always so magnificent as today? Of course not. But I persist, even as others have sold their wagons, handed in their decks of cards, and doffed forever their pointed hats. Some that have quit have had powers of prestidigitation, premonition, and presentation that would

And here she dropped her voice to a conspiratorial whisper, as though ashamed:

>even make my routine look paltry in comparison. Why you may ask do I persevere, while others, possibly better, have walked away?

"...bull-headed obstinance?"

>NO! Well, yes, but primarily because I know what ponies want!

She ran her hooves with practiced ease over the ivory keys, the blue magic from her horn turning the notes loud and grand as they leapt from the piano.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t4YG0jGx1dA

>I've seen 'em come, and I've seen 'em go.
>There's one thing that I knoooow...
>You gotta give those ponies what they want,
>or you'll wind up back in Kokomooooooo...

She spun on her seat, leaping up even as her magic continued the piano portion for her. She gave 29 a winning smirk.

>Neeeeiiiighbraska...!

"Kokomo isn't in Neighbraska, it's in--"

>Whatever.

As she sang, she wrapped herself in her cloak, donning her hat, shuffling cards and showing off sleight-of-hoof.

>They like it big.
>They like it loud.
>Maybe a li'l bit jazzy sometimes!
>Dear little changeling, listen to meeee,
>You don't have to be good, but you had
>bet
>ter
>beeeeeeeee...

The stage wagon's walls folded away as a brilliant burst of magic lit up the night sky, a fifty-foot copy of Trixie's face belting her lines as pops of gold, purple, green, and blue scattered and exploded from the piano. With every line it grew brighter and more pronounced.

>BIIIIIIIG AAAAAAND LOUUUUUUUD!
>BIIIG AND LOUUUUUUD!
>Wanna make your momma proud?!

She gave a wink that her colossal duplicate mirrored.

>MAKE IT BIG!
>AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAND...

Her face was bright as a second sun by now, anypony who had the bad luck of watching the show would have trouble keeping their eyes open. 29's eyes were watering, and holding his hooves to his head did nothing to dampen the sound.

>...LOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUD!

Her magical duplicate and everything else was sucked into the top of the piano. The wagon's walls flipped succinctly back up and everything was silent once more.

"..."

>Leaves ya kinda speechless, don't it?
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>AJ42
“Chrysalis”
‘Shining’
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“Ooooooh yeeeeeah, gotta get these papers deeeeep in my crack~ Because Shiny really likes it when I arch my back~ Because I’m sooooo sexy~ They only hate me ‘cause they ain’t m-”

*click*

“HaHA! Welcome home, Shiny! Or should I say, welcome to your paper hell! MWHAHAHA- oh, it’s you.”

>Yeah, it’s… it’s just me. Your majesty, what are you doing?

“Why, spreading the lovely scent of my ass all over Shiny’s papers!”

>…Why?

“Because I caught him sniffing the desk once. Well, not so much sniffing as repeatedly slamming his head onto it but I’m pretty sure I saw a few sniffs in there! Really, that stallion confuses me to no end sometimes! If he wanted to pull a 56 on me, all he has to do is ask. No need to be shy about it!”

>‘Pull a 56’… Well. 56 will surely be pleased to know you’re using his name to describe his favorite pastime….

“Yes, ring the bells and deck the halls, whatever-I’m just trying to make a perverted ex-royal guard happy. He’ll loooove this!”

>But what do you love?

“That’s quite possibly the dumbest question I’ve ever heard you ask, 43!”

>42, your highness.

“I think I’d know your number, I AM the queen after all.”

Wordlessly, 42 took off her makeshift helmet and spun it around to show Chrysalis the ‘42’ stamped into the bottom rim.

“…”
>…

“Ah, but that’s a typo!”

>I… right. Of course it is. But you never answered my question.

“How I get my rump to stay so bodaciously big yet lifted at the same time and enticingly supple to the touch?”

>…we’ll circle back around to that. Seriously, we will, but I asked what you love.

“Me.”

>And what else?

“Myself and I.”

>You’re not dumb, your majesty. You know what I’m asking….

“And you know that as the fabulous Queen Bitch of this world, I love nothing but myself. Everything else is just personal gain.”

>…Didn’t your mother love you, though?

“Yup! For the sake of progression and all that there. And see where that got her? Chest ripped open and heart eaten. Doesn’t mean I still didn’t love her, though, I had to, or else I wouldn’t be the raggle Changeling you see before you today!”

>Regal, your majesty….

“Where’s my damn dictionary…?”

>Here.

“Why do you have one?”

>Because you told me to always keep a back-up handy.

“Did I? Huh! Go me!”

If it was anybody else, 42 would have ignored the gesture for a hoofbump but Chrysalis was too excited not to give her what she wanted.

>You majesty… if we fought, you and I… and we fought for blood, who do you think would win?

Chrysalis was idly flicking through the pages of her dictionary.

“I stand corrected. THIS is dumbest question I’ve ever heard you ask. Me, of course.”

>Why do you think that?

“Because I’m larger, prettier, my booty is bigger, and I have this crown thing on my head. See the crown thing? It means I’m queen, and queens never lose.”

>So you’re saying I can’t beat you.

“You beat me at asking dumb questions. That’s what you beat me at. I think you beat everyone at that.”

42 chuckled.

>Well, if I can’t beat you, for those very good and totally sound reasons right there, then I think I only have one recourse left.

“Recourse? Recourse, recourse, re- there it is! A source of help… in a difficult… situation? Just what’re you trying to… wait a minute, what’s that look for? Why’re your arms spread like… no… you’d better not.”

>Oh, I’m gonna.

“I am your Queen! 42, NO. Bad 42! I DEMAND that you stop this inst-“

>A wise Changeling once told me that what you can’t beat by hitting… you can beat with a hug.

Nothing in the world could have prepared Chrysalis for when 42 took her in a hugging embrace so it came as no surprise when she just outright screamed. And loudly.

“YOU’RE TRYING TO KILL ME!”

>I’d kill for you, yes, but kill you specifically, no.

“Q-quit this! What’re you doing? Trying to make me like you or something, get you in close so you can eat my heart? Not gonna happen! I’m the last Queen on this Changeling train!”

It was amazing just how warm Chrysalis was, 42 figured.

>I know you’re keeping a lazy eye on Two but I don’t think you have anything to worry about, your majesty. Not a single one of your current subordinates wants to get rid of you. You’re a loud-mouthed, perverted leech but… you’re our loud-mouthed perverted leech. And you keep talking about your mother like she was the best, someone to look up to. Almost like you’re not as good. Well, you’re right. You’re not as good as your mother.

An obvious flinch of poorly concealed hurt shook Chrysalis’s form. Her lips floundered in an attempt at a comeback to save face but all that came forth were stutters so 42 continued.

>You’re better. Because while she loved only you, I’m pretty sure you love all of us, even if you don’t show it. A good majority of us still remaining are stuck in the ballroom unable to get our own source of love… so I thank you on their behalf for keeping them up and chaotic as ever. For better or for worse, you’re the queen we’ll always follow. We love you, too.

“…”

Just as 42 relinquished her hold over the still queen, the room door burst open, nearly off the hinges, and Shining stampeded in, horn aglow and looking ready to decimate something.

‘I heard Chrysalis scream! Is she okay? I- SWEET CELESTIA ON HIGH SHE’S CRYING! What happened?!’

42 shrugged as Chrysalis lifted both hooves to her tear-streaked face, turning so that her back was to Shining, her tail wrapped around her almost protectively.

>I punched her in the gut.

‘…what? Why?’

“Q-Queen’s orders….”

>You heard her, queen’s orders.

NON CANON
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>SA
"Chrysalis"
'Celestia'
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>Chrysalis, please, stop growling.

"She is in my spot."

>Okay, first off, it's my desk, no part of this is YOUR-

"She. Is. In. My. SPOT."

'And what of it?'

"Move."

'Nope.'

"We really going to do this? Another repeat of the Canterlot wedding reception? Alright, fine. I would have preferred it if we kept to the script, and Shiny had just gotten done pulling me into the supply closet and-"

>CHRYSALIS

"-THEN shooting you in the face, but I'm willing to do things out of order!"

>Please no shooting lasers in my office.

"Why is she even HERE!?"

>To torment you. I'm not joking, she was very open with her reasoning.

'It's true. Your scowling face breaths life into me like the sun's rays.'

"...Please move from my spot."

>...

'What?'

"Please, move, from, my, spot."

'...'

"Thank you."

>Okay, so, that was horrifying.

"Are you complaining about the lack of mare on mare battle action? I'll fix it."

'...You going to explain your motives there?'

"Nope."

>Just going to ask nicely for something for once in your life and brush it off like it was nothing.

"That's happening and you have no control over it."

>...

'...DAMN! You win this round, Chrysalis!'

"..."

'...Uh... huh. I uh... yeah.'

"You don't have to leave, you can stay and mess with Shiny with me."

'No no, I uh... I'm going to hop back over to Canterlot. I left the... fire... on.'

"Have a safe trip."

>...

"...."

>...Wow.

"I'm just full of surprises."

>So this was all just for a win?

"..."

>...Damn it.

"HAH!"
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>AJ 10
{BBB}
"Dash"
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"How did you get in here!?"

>...The front door? Was there 'sposed ta' be some security there? There isn't.

"...Oh, right, suspended her too for the... yeah."

>So the Wonderbolts WERE on drugs?

"NO! WHO TOLD YOU THAT!?"

{BZZT! FALSEHOOD DETECTED! EXTERMINATE! EXTERMINAAAAAATE!}

"..."

{...BY INSTEAD SPEAKING IN A FACTUAL MANNER, RATHER THAN RESPONDING WITH FALSEHOODS!}

"Is that thing safe?"

>I want to say yes, but I think legally I have to say 'mostly.'

"How did you hear about the rumor... THAT I AM NOT CONFIRMING... but may in fact yes totally be the case."

>I have an insider!

"Who?"

>Oh, it was-

{ERROR! INSIDER IMPLIED ANONYMITY! ANONYMITY COMPROMISED! EXTERMINATE MEMORY!}

*CLICKCLICKCLICK*

"..."

{...MEMORY EXTERMINATED!}

>Oh! Yeah! Probably shouldn't tell you. Nice save, BBB!

{EFFICIENCY MAINTAINED!}

>He's good at his job. Really good. Puts 110 percent into it.

{ERROR! PERCENTAGES ONLY GO TO 100 PERCENT! GOING BEYOND WOULD CAUSE THE COLLAPSE OF THE UNIVERSAL WAVE-FUNCTION AND COMBUST US ALL!}

>You tell her!

"..."

>...I don't know what that means. So! Drugs? That's happening?

"...No comment."

>...I can see the drug tests on your de-

"OUT!"

{COMMAND RECEIVED!}

>Oh, hey, your rockets still wo- WHEEEE!

"MY CEILING!"
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>Spike
“Spifire”
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The common area was never really filled with anypony else besides a purple dragon and a fiery-maned mare, both of whom found themselves at the same table, wearing the same worn expression and, surprisingly, drinking identical mugs of soft cider.

>...huh.

“You want to ask. I know you do.”

>I can just not if that’s… like, if you didn’t want to talk about it.

“No, no, go ahead. I could use a venting session.”

>Why’re you wings bent like that, annnnd… your butt has these marks on it….

“Lemme preface this by saying Dash is a bitch. Okay? A vindictive, grudge-holding bitch at that. She’s still got her feathers flustered because I never picked her for the ‘Bolts.”

>Well, to be fair, that was something I’m pretty sure she was preordained by Celestia to do, join the ‘Bolts. I mean, it’s not like she wasn’t already ten times better than all of you put together anyway.

“…”

>Ooooh, wait, that… that came out wrong. It was the truth but it came out all wrong….

“Thanks, kid. Thanks a lot. Anyway, every since finding out that nearly the whole team was on drugs, she’s been in a pretty foul mood. So foul, in fact, that she's assigned me as Biceps personal, uh… work-tool.”

Spike nearly spat cider.

>Whoa! Y-you mean… she can do that?

“Did do it. And happily. It’s why my ass hurts so bad….”

>Get the hell outta here! I knew Dash was pissed but I didn’t think she’d force you be the team sex slave!

“Yeah, she-wait, WHAT?”

>That’s what you meant by work-tool, right? And… and your butt?

“NO! You perverted little-I meant, she has him using me as his dumbbells and such! He lifts ME instead of actual weights, gets my wings all bent out of shape and my ass hurts because she whips me whenever I mess up his count….”

The look of utter disappointment over Spike’s face was hard to miss.

>…Honestly? I’dda preferred it the other way.

“Pervert. You’ve been hanging around Chrysalis too much.”

>Or maybe it’s just because I’m a male.

Spitfire opened her mouth to respond when she caught sight of a ghastly black leg hovering just above the oblivious dragon. She stared in silence… then grinned and took to her mug.

“Enjoy the ride, kid.”

>Hm? Enjoy what riiiiiIIIIIIIIIIDE!

“That one.”

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>Spike
"Blueblood"
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>So we had the Gala right?

Blueblood lays in his bed.
"..."

>Things were just crazy. A number of Changelings were there. Cadence and Shining was there. All the princesses were there. It was packed.

"..."

>And I was forced to go on 5 different dates. Don't ask how it happened.

"..."

>At some point, somepony spiked the punch so we has a bunch of drunken ponies running around.

"..."

>It gets worse. A changling shows up and completely chews out Chrysalis. Then there were the demons showed up. All hell literally broke loose.

"..."

>At some point, everypony gets rolled into a giant marshmallow ball of...stuff and to end the night my dates practically killed me once they found out they were with changling doubles that I paid to pretend to be me.

"..."

>That sums up the Gala...

"..."

>C'mon, I've been visiting you for a while now and you still haven't said a word. Are you that upset with about losing your army and failing to make Equestria go back to the old ways? I thought you'd be the type to like hearing yourself talk?

"..."

>Nothing? ...well I'll be back another day then.

"...was it fun?"

>What?

"The Gala...was it fun?"

>...in a way, I guess it was.

"...that's nice."

>...well at least you said something.
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>Chrysalis
"Various Changeling"
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>Woo! That portal cuts down on SO MUCH commute time! I can be back and trying to get some Shiny-dog by supper!

"Ew."

>What?

"You want to eat his dog? That's not right."

"Yeah, Queeny, dog's are like, pettable and stuff. They're fun."

"I had a dog once! But he started yelling at me about kidnapping and that he needed to get his gems, it was a whole thing."

"Has anyone seen 55? It actually got pretty cold last night. Now, I don't want to ASSUME he's finally killed himself, but I do not want to discount the possibility."

>Did you check for a corpse?

"Course we did."

"I think I saw him go out the other day, actually."

>Meh, I'll tell Celestia to have her guards watch for him.

"...So, would you have her look for us if WE went missing?"

>Maybe? You all kind of blend in, he's a little distinctive. The smoke smell is a tip-off.

"Huh. What about me?"

>What's your thing?

"I panic about not knowing my thing."

>Not very memorable.

"DAMN!"

"What about me?"

>What do you do?

"I juggle! Do do dodododo-DAMN!"

>Holes?

"THESE FUCKING HOLES!"

>Meh. I keep a count on you guys, I'll notice if one of you all disappear.

"She does like us!"

"YAAAAAAY!"

>Not really, just don't want to be held accountable if one of you dies in a gutter or something.

"...Oh."

>Speaking of, we're missing someone else. Who...

"Oh! He's out with that mare, doing stuff."

>Well, congratulations to him.

"Can we tell him you said that?"

>No. No, you, juggle some more.

"At once, Highness! Da da dadadad- FUCKING HOLES!"

>Why is this so entertaining?
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>Chrysalis
"AJ2"
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>Heyyyyy! Not-your-mom-or-even-related-to-you is here with another story!

"Really? Did you give Shiny a combustin' again?"

>No no no, this has nothing to do with chickens. I just accidentally spilled some... um... let's go with lotion, I spilled lotion on the ground. He slipped and went to bed early... in his doorway. So I'm doing bed time stories again!

"Yaaaaay! Tell me another one about Momsie!"

>Oh ho, as if I would tell any other? This story is called, "Momsie and the town that vanished."

"Oooooh!"

>When we last left Momsie, she had just taken control of the high seas! Her crew sailing around and getting into all sorts of fun. But their supplies were running low.

"GASP!"

>Indeed! But Momsie was a clever one, yes she was! She sent out Changelings in every direction, ordering them to fire a bolt into the air if they should find land. Before long, they were headed straight for a coastal town.

"And all the Changelings made it back okay?"

>...Yes. Totally fine, every one of them made it back to the ship and they all got a pat on the head. ANYWAY! This town was filled with some of the meanest, hardest, most well trained gua-...baduys there ever was! She couldn't land right away, or she would be discovered. She had to be sneaky.

"Sneaky!"

>She took three of her most sexu-OPEN MINDED Changelings, and she infiltrated the town. The badguys were everywhere, no way to take them out one by one without alerting the other. She needed a plan. So, she pretended to be a... dancer for a few days, and her group 'entertainined' the badguys for a while. Then when they were all used to her, she brought in more of her Changelings, and started a big....

"..."

>...P-...paaaarrty. Right. Started a BIG party right in the middle of town! And she got allllll the badguys in the middle, and then she sprung her trap! She rained down the oils she had secretly set up, and... uh...

"WHAT HAPPENED!?"

>... it turned out all the badguys were allergic to oils, yeah! All of them broke out into hives, and itchy stuff, and they all ran away! Far, faaar away from the fir... party. And now Momsie could land and all her Changelings could eat!

"YAAAAY!"

>Yaaaay!

"What happened to the town?"

>...They were all SOOO worn out from the party that they all took a biiiig, long nap, a nap so long everyone forgot the Changelings were even there at all! But in their hearts, the town would always carry a small reminder of the day Momsie landed.

"Awwww! That was fun, Not-Mom! Can you read me another?"

>Nope, time for bed.

"Pllllease? I'm not... *YAWN!* I'm not THAT tired!"

>...

"...Rats."

>Heh. Good night, 2.

"Nighty night, M-...Not-Mom....Zzz..."
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>Applejack
“Batmom”
‘Dadling’
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*poke*

>Yup, yer’ pregnant alright. Ah can tell by touch alone.

“…can you not do that, Princess?”

>Why not?

“Because aside from the fact that I still wake up in the morning hoping this is all a bad dream-”

‘Hey!’

“-I’m kinda ticklish on the tummy.”

‘…’

“What? It’s true!”

‘No, not that… just... tummy, that’s so cute….’

“Sh-shut up!”

>So… one of Luna’s guards and one of that beetle’s underlings. Gotta ask. How’d this happen again?

‘Eh? W-well, you know, this and that went down and, uh….’

“Oh no, don’t you wimp out now, mister! You already got me, I’m yours, so you might as well parade that shit! Here, I’LL tell you, Princess. This guy here pushed me into the bathroom, threw me up against the wall, lifted one of my rear legs and-hmmmmgh….”

Applejack simply stared as the Changeling, in a nervous fit, pressed his lips to those of his soon-to-be wife, which effectively cut her off mid-speech and caused her to adopt a compromising expression, namely when her ears splayed back against her head rather submissively and her cheeks flushed red as she tilted into the kiss.

When the embrace ended, the Changeling rubbed behind his neck with a nervous chuckle while the night guard mare continued to stare up at him, a single fang showing as she anxiously bit her lip.

>Wow.

'Y-yeah, uh… I’ve got nothing to say about that….'

>Well, before she looks yer’ chitin off, Ah’ll jus’ dismiss y’all for now. Yeah, Ah think that’d be best. The meetings and paperwork and all out chaos from this can come later….

"Thank you, Princess…."

>Eh, mare’s gotta get what a mare wants.
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>Celestia
-Luna-
"Twilight"
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>...

-...-

>So...

-I do not know, sister. We found it in the garden.-

>But should you really be wearing it?

-It makes us feel safe.-

>It looks tacky

-GASP-

AUpon Lunas face was a wooden mask with a greenish hue, with aged brass trim.

《《Meanwhile》》
"Where did that old thing go? I remember putting it right here next the coffee stand..."
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