Thread 16: Stories 61-75

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It had taken a great deal of strength to arise from her grave and gasped for air she didn't actually need. She looked up and about to re-orientate herself to the surroundings and found them alien from when she had left them.

Destruction, even in the barren wastes was evident, the remains of an old and forgotten village in the iceflow now revealed itself as a prophecy to the chaos Twilight had unleashed.

Her eyes then followed the tracks and saw the rising smoke and signs of destruction from the distant Equestria.

All at once, it hit her.

"I... Did this."

And as those whispered words were silenced by the winds, she collapsed to her knees and let the snow begin to bury her once again.
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>Granny Smith
"Big Mac"
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>And jus' where do ya'll think yer' going now?

"..."

>Why, it's lookin' ta' me like yer' plannin' ta' run off and go in the direction of that there monster!

"..."

>Now lissen here, sunny! Just cause yer' red all over, don't think for one second Ah' won't a whole new hue ta' that coat o' yours!

"..."

>Ah'll get mah' whippin' stick, don't ya' test me! Ya'll had better stay right here!

"...Nnnnope."

And with that, he was off before she could say another word.

>...Dang it... YA'LL ARE GONNA WORK TILL YER' LEGS FALL OFF FER THIS ONE!

"Eeeeeeyup!"
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There it was in the distance. Glistening with its many polished buildings… resplendent with the citizens of a noble heritage… buzzing with its ill-gotten gains...

Canterlot city.

“And lo', I have arrived. I thought I’d have to circle the world twice before I found it… but now…”

A rictus of impending revenge cracked the Changeling Queen’s face, her gait strengthening, flowing with a newfound sense of purpose as she continued to ignore the enraged gryphon buzzing about her legs, bouncing off her hardened chitin.

It would perish later. Other more pressing things called to be dealt with first, other creatures called to feel the thunderous might of her hoof grinding all of their hope, all of their skin and bones to dust. Her fangs, still so pristine and sharp, were positively aching… she had gone so long without using them, without feeding, and her throat felt drier than the bowels of Tartarus…

She could have had her fill of the many insignificant bugs passed on her stumbling journey to Canterlot… but she had subconsciously refrained, opting to savor the hunt… relish the thirst… enjoy the way her prized meal struggled as they were broken down piece by piece….

“The day they only spoke of in that accursed Starswirl’s prophecy’s is about to come to pass,” she whispered, and even with her words escaping in a hush, the madness in her tone carried far across the wind. “I need something… something to send them a little message.”

For her part, Gilda had been attacking, stabbing at, biting, kicking, scratching and clawing against the seemingly impervious hide of the advancing Queen for the better part of three hours. Sheer indignation and rage sheltered her fatigue as she kept up the attack, hoping against hope that with every new angled strike, she might illicit some sort of reaction from this-

She didn’t see Chitania’s tail until it was too late, until it already had her wrapped up with a rib-cracking tightness. It squeezed and she squawked, retaining enough consciousness to blush at the noise.

“Ha, you’re like a little toy, gnat.” Chitania brought the captive, struggling gryphon up to eye level, leering at her, debating with a few acknowledging glances whether to end her now or later.

Squeeze.

“SQUAWK!”

“Ha!”

“Q-quit that, you fucking monster!”

The fact that Gilda could draw enough breath for speech was somewhat interesting. And it may have been the very thing to save her life when Chitania brought her even closer, to the point where her every exhale ruffled Gilda’s feathers. “You will send the carrion at Canterlot a message. Tell them… hell is coming to reap their souls. Do you have that?”

“F-fuck y-”

Squeeze.

“SQUAWK!”

Chitania’s chuckle rumbled like a dragon’s roar and those green predatory eyes of hers narrowed into slits.

“Good. Now, off you go.”

And suddenly, Gilda was flying, flung with such a speed that someone looking up would only catch a brown blur. At risk of being snapped under the pressure, she folded her wings in close, wanting to scream as the sensation of slipping from her skin ate at her nerves, but her mouth wouldn’t open. She did manage to pry an eyelid apart though, and she saw she was heading straight for Canterlot. The castle to be exact.

“AAAAAAAAAHHH!”

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Celestia stared deep into her mug of cider. Would dropping the sun at this very moment be such a bad thing? What would she really lose? Whatever might be burned to a crisp, surely that was better than watching as a majority of the dignitaries and ambassadors began to set up tables and chairs. Documents were being pulled out, notes were being read; the meet-and-greet was nearly through, which meant actual discussion was set to take place.

“Celly? No, bad Celly, quit thinkin’ homicidal thoughts right now,” came a southern drawl to her right.

Celestia almost laughed. “Why, whatever do you mean, Applejack?”

“Y’all know what Ah’m sayin’. Ya got that look in yer’ eye again, the ‘wanna burn everything away’ look.”

“Wow. That has a name now, does it? Funny.”

“Ah’m serious.” Applejack jerked her head towards the Fillydelphia representative. “She’s got the floor first, about a fishin’ bill that a company in Baltimare stiffed them on. Think y’all can stay awake through it?”

It was solely thanks to over a thousand years of strict routine and practice that Celestia didn’t erupt into a sea of tears. The very notion of wasting hour after hour talking about matters that not only bored her but didn’t matter was deadening.

She just wanted to talk to Shiny. And hug Two. While possibly hugging Shiny at the same time if feasible.

“Don’t look so sour,” Applejack muttered under her breath as the two of them made for the center of the gathered tables. “Y’all should be happy.”

“Ha. The only thing that’d make me happy would be if you remembered to bring my gun.”

“…Noooo, Ah mean, we’re finally havin’ a meetin’ go off without a hi-”

The stained glass window between the leaders of Saddle Arabia and Las Pegasus shattered with a rapturous noise and something thick flew through the opening to spill out over the polished floor.

Chaos the likes of which would have made Discord proud broke out in the ballroom: dignitaries were screaming, cups of drink were splashing to the ground, there was some scattered yelling about a terrorist attack, tables were flipped-

The princess of Equstria lifted a single golden hoof.

“SILENCE!”

Applejack jumped where she stood, at first disbelieving that Celestia could issue such a command, and with such spine-tingling authority. The command was instantly followed. Mouths closed, movement ceased.

“Calm yourselves everyone, please,” she continued, her tone shades softer now, and she pointed almost uncaringly at what barreled through the window. “It’s only the representative of the Gryphon tribe, Gilda.”

Where Celestia was calm, Applejack felt her heart stutter at the sight of the named gryphon, who was struggling to climb to her knee despite the numerous cuts adorning her body, her bent wings, and the splurge of blood running from a wound on her head.

“Gilda! Land sakes, what happened, are y’all okay?”

It took a moment for Applejack and Celestia to right the dazed gryphon, but once they had, Gilda fixed them all with a weary stare, and somehow managed to smirk.

“We… we have got a serious problem comin’… fuck my head hurts….”
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>Guard
"Guard 2"
' Zecora '
{ Trixie }
[ MM ]
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>There is NO FUCKING WAY.

"Bullshit bullshit bullshit!"

>Nothing, I repeat, NOTHING IN OUR TRAINING prepared us for fucking dinosaur changelings! NOTHING!

"I'll sue!"

{GANG WAY!}

'Do you fuckers think this is some kind of fun!? Do not be an idiot you dimwitted sods, RUN!'

[What she said but less ryhmey!]

"...Did a Zebra, Unicorn, earth pony and a Changeling just run by us?"

>I feel like that's the setup to a joke of some sort.

"No no, it is."

>What's the punchline?

"AHHHHHHHHHH!"

>That's not very-AHHHHHHHH!

>"AHHHHHHHHH!"
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>32
"Pommel"
'Dash'
-Soarin-
_Spitfire_
(Fleetfoot)

The hoverbike zoomed out over the plains leading to Canterlot, its two riders clinging tightly to it as they went out to meet the oncoming colossus. The wind whistled past their helmets, and even as they floated above the ground they could feel it tremble.

>We're getting close, you ready?

"Yeah, I got the death shroom!"

>Hold it steady, magic it up if you have to. We only get one shot at this...unless she misses Canterlot again then I dunno, three or five?

"Don't worry, little shroom, big mouth. Just like the troll!"

>Hang on, I got something coming in...

'Repeat, attention unidentified...whatever that is. This is commander Rainbow Dash of the Wonderbolts, You're entering some really bad airspace, you need to break off!'

>Acknowledged, Commander, this is Changeling 32 of the Gun Club-

-Who?-

_He said he was a changeling in the Gun Club._

-Yeah which one? The one with the eyepatch?-

(No that's 77.)

-Oh, uh, the one with the potato in her mouth?-

>Do I SOUND like a female!?

-No so you're not the one with the hat either.-

_Close, that's 42._

-Ohhh, so he's the douchebag? The one from the Gala?-

>Yes the-DOUCHEBAG!?

'Look, whoever you are, you are making a bee-line for several tons worth of city-crushing badness that just threw one of my friends like a frisbee! You need to break off. Now.'

>Listen commander, douchebag or no, I have something in my possession, well my associate's possession, that can take this thing down!

'Seriously? What is it?'

"A mushroom!"

'...'

-...-

_..._

(...You guys buy from Psychedelic Beanstalk too?)

>What? No! It's poisonous! If my sources are correct it can kill a pony a thousand times over, and this thing is only about nine hundred and fifty times the size of a pony, so I figure it'll be enough!

'...you better be right about this, anything we can do to help?'

>Alert of us any abnormal behavior, we're making a run for her mouth! My friend, Private Pommel, will chuck the thing down its throat and reduce its brain to the consistency of a frothy tankard of cider!

'Roger that, good luck, douchebag. Commander Dash out.'

>...people don't like me all that much, do they?

"They'll like you more if this works."

>Doubtful, but I appreciate your support. You ready?

"Hell no, but there's no going back now!"

>Then say it with me!

The hoverbike accelerated, growing ever closer to the monstrosity that loomed over it all.

>"BEST IN THE WORLD!"
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>32
"Pommel"
'Everyone'
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The pair race forward towards Chitania

"Stay on target... Stay on target!"

>Pommel... Pommel... Trust your instincts, Pommel.

"32, why are you talking all ghost-like and stuff?"

>It's something weird that happens when I talk into high winds... But listen to me, let go your conscious mind...

Taking a breath, 32 closes his eyes and remembers the mid-air plane hijack and the troll

And without opening his eyes, he released the mushroom and it went square into the giant Queen's mouth and she immediately swallowed with a resounding gulp

"IT'S A HIT!"

>Best in the world- Wait, something's happening.

Chitania bore a suddenly pained expression, and soon grabbed her gut which rumbled and rippled, the rumble traveling lower and lower from her belly to her

>No...

Chitania mouthed 'oh shit' to her self and lifted her tail above Ponyville just in time for everyone to hear the rumble beginning to escape her body and exit out of her

'NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'

The stains and stink would last forever

But the fertilizer was amazing for Sweet Apple Acres' crop yield.

NON CANON
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> Chitania
"Gilda"
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>Now let's have some fun, my little knat~

Gilda beheld a devilush grin upin the face of the beast and followed its eyes, staring in the distance... aimed directly at the castle.

"Nooo..."

> Let's...

Chitania began spinning in place, build momentum...

> Fly...

"DON'T YOU FUCKING DO IT"

Gilda clutched her hold for dear life, finding no purchase on the chitin.

>TO THE

"FUUUUUUUU-"

Chitania suddenly stops spinning, releasing Gilda at the right moment, sending her careening through the sky, screaming obscenities all the way.

>CASTLE.

NON CANON
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The ground exploded. A geyser of snow, shards of ice, and rocks blasting high into the air.

Such things tend to happen when a frozen, angry, goliath-changeling queen suddenly awakens.
This was not the way It had wanted things to happen. Through the ice It had climbed, slipping through cracks and burning paths where none could be found. Tracking that slow heartbeat.
Several days, it had taken, in its weakened state - slowly growing, multiplying, spreading it's grasp to this place, only to have its prize snatched away at the last second.

It had needed a host, an avatar, a creature it could give a new purpose: to protect the place It had fallen, until It was stronger.
As the changeling rose from it's icy tomb, cracks sheared through the walls, allowing the blue fluid to flow into the space that had recently been occupied. Pooling at the bottom, it searched a way to climb the walls, but to little avail - the creature it had been pursuing was gone.

Except not all of the creature had gone with it. Black plates of varying size littered the pit - chips and flakes of skin, weathered away by frost and time.
A host would have been optimal, but for now, trace DNA would have to do. It would create a new creature - improving, and changing the remnant cells into something new, far more suited for the purpose it desired.

A creature of that size would take time to grow, from such a small number of cells, but It was patient.
There were still many things It could do while it waited. So it began to stretch its reach both outwards, and south...
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>Celestia
"Applejack"
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>OH FOR FUCKS SAKE!

"Bad timin', yeah."

>Why now!? Of all the times she could POSSIBLY be locked far, faaaaaaar away from me, why oh dear mother WHY NOW!? The one time she might actually be of fucking USE to me, and she's hundreds of miles away!

"Pretty unfortunate, yeah."

>Damn it!... Okay, let's be calm about this, what do the other Changelings know?

"Most of 'em are as confused as us, but a couple say she fits the legend o' one of their Queens, Chitania."

>How is she still alive?

"Dunno. Legend says Chrysalis's mom killed her, but they didn't say how or why. Secretive lot, those Queens."

>Yeah, no shit...

"...Ya' thinkin' what Ah'm thinkin'?"

>Let's give her the benefit of the doubt and hope she had nothing to do with this, and that her most loyal soldier shorting out the portal was just a coincidence.

"Ah' think Ah' can, but dunno bout anyone else."

>You know that whenever Twilight gets out of her lab, she's probably not going to be as understanding, right?

"Probably. Let's burn that bridge when we get there, for now... we got about five minutes or so before something hits us like a hurricane o' hate."

>We'll make do.
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>Discord
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Discord whistles blithely as he marched through the snow with a crapton of ice mining gear and begins to dig in the snow

>Born of cold and winter air and mountain rain combining!

he turns his claw into a comically oversized ice claw and reaches into the snow and pulls himself out as the new head sings

>This icy force both foul and fair has a frozen heart worth mining

The process soon repeats with two Discords now working and singing

>So cut through the heart, cold and clear! Strike for love and strike for fear-

They pull out an iceblock containing Twilight

>Well, so much for there beauty beauty here.

Turning his head into a rock, he smashes the Twicicle on it and breaks open his own head, from which an unfrozen twilight tumbles out she's abruptly swept into his arms

>Oh, if it isn't my friends dear friend... Bobo! How I regret abandoning you when I went off to live with some heartlessly rich foster parents! But I can promise from now on our time together will be eeexcellent!

Twilight remains silent

>Hmm? what's with the cold shoulder, Twilight? I thought we had become such good friends after my bout of the blue flu.

Discord shakes Twilight by her horn, resulting in her flopping around like a noodle

He then notices her crying

>Gasp! Hmmm... Something I do in this situation... Twilight crying... Twilight crying... that's right! YEEES!- No, wait, that was the old me.

An old decrepit version of Discord appears

>Wha'z tha shonny?

>Go away, grandpa Discord!

>Hokay...

>Now then... Hmmm... what would a true true friend do in this situation? I know!

He swoops up and drops Twilight on his back, turning into a rollercoaster cart

>Welcome aboard the Dissyland monorail! Please keep all hands, and arms, and feet, and legs, and forelegs, and hooves, and tentacles, and claws, and wings inside the vehicle at all times. Nice stop: Nutter Bi!

And together, Discord and a despondent twilight rocketed off into the distance
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>Trixie
"MM"
'Zecora'
-29-
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>Okay, explain this again. The Great and Powerful Trixie clearly understands, but others in the audience might not.

"No no, we're all up to speed."

>You sure? There's one of... them...


'...You tone I can say is ringing an unfortunate bell. To be blunt my dear, you can go to hell.'

>Not you!

"What, Niney? He's smarter than I am."

>...Niney?

"It's hard to think up cute nicknames when their name is 29."

>...OH SHIT! My meal ticket! No! NO NO NO! You guys almost killed my meal ticket!? Speak to me, 29! SPEAK TO ME!.... NOOOOOOOO! I NEED HIS STUPID EXTENDED VOCABULARY!

'Cease this prattle causing ringing in my head. You daft little thing, he isn't dead!'

>WHEW! Close one. Almost had to start shopping for other ghost writers.

'How odd, I did not know he worked for you. In all of the interviews, you insisted it was all... you?'

>You can't rhyme you with you.

"It does fit the sentence."

>But it doesn't fit the theme!

-Glalhalbelah....-

>See!?

"He's fried, so obviously you would think he was talking about you."

>NOOOOOOO!

"Not that ki-well, he might be that kind."

>CANTERLOT!

"Don't ignore me."

>ARMIES! CASTLES! PRINCESSES! LIFE! LIIIIIIIIIIFFFFFFE!

"Okay, I'll agree there. What are the odds a giant monster can beat Canterlot's forces?"

'...I have just felt an ominous chill up my back. This is just a possibility, but they might not do jack.'

>Don't be a pessimist.

-Gulblush...-

>You tell her.
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>32
"Pommel"
'Dash'
-Chitania-

>32 to Commander Dash, any sign of abnormality with the monster?

'Nothing yet, 32, don't even think she knows you exist.'

The hoverbike had been flying around the vicinity of Chitania's head for a few minutes, attempting to gain her attention and get a chance to complete the duo's plan. So far this had resulted in nothing but frustration.

>Alright, I'm going to try something risky.

"Riskier than this?"

>I'm going to fly us up to her ear and shout insults.

"...you have a deathwish, don't you?"

>At this point? Maybe. Hold on tight!

32 piloted the bike upwards, the nimble craft climbing up the cliff face that was Chitania's...well, actual face.

Then they reached the nose, and it all went to hell.

Chitania inhaled with gale force, making the bike tumble and lose control, smashing into the top of her nose and sending both its occupants rolling onto her muzzle.

>Ugh...damn it...

"My head...exoskeletons are hard..."

32 looked back further down the nose where the battered bike laid.

>Please tell me that thing still works.

-You...-

>Aw crap.

32 turned back to see two eyes as big as boulders focused on him.

-The stench of my enemies covers you, little drone, what madness has made you think coming to meet me was wise? Speak before the mighty Chitania squashes you like the horsefly you are!-

>Uh...well...you see...Auuuunty?

-Don't Aunty me, drone, I am as much your relative as a dragon is to a lizard! You have made a grave mistake coming here. Your pathetic body will be the first to adorn the underside of my hooves and-HEY!-

32 had been cautiously backing away towards the bike with Pommel while Chitania spoke.

>What? I'm not doing anything!

-Don't back away when I'm giving my speech about your impending demise!-

>I have no idea what you mean!

-You're still doing it!-

>Nope, totally standing still, honest.

-Don't lie to me you wretch, FACE YOUR FATE WITH DIGNITY!-

'32 she's lifting her hoof!'

>POMMEL RUN!

32 and Pommel broke into a gallop for the bike, desperately righting it and hopping on, careening off of Chitania's nose as she moved her hoof to swat them.

-DIE!-

>Pommel! Throw the mushroom!

Pommel's horn glowed, floating the mushroom in front of his face, taking aim, readying himself to end the threat to his home.

Then Chitania's hoof clipped the bottom of the bike, sending it spiraling.

The Mushroom went flying, Pommel fell.

32 struggled to right the bike, looking back at where his friend once was.

Just in time to see his friend disappear down Chitania's throat.

>...no...

'32, come in, what's going on!?'

>We have a pony down! She ATE Pommel!

'Damn it! Get out of there! We have to regroup!'

>Pommel...you...you BITCH!

Chitania, for her part, grimaced.

-Eugh...did I just swallow a bug?-

32, blinded by anger, flew in front of her face.

>No you swallowed a mammal! MY MAMMAL! GIVE HIM BACK!

-Oh, thank you for getting back into my line of sight, now hold still.-

>...fuck.

32 turned, thoughts of vengeance filling his head as the beastly queen chased his puttering hoverbike back towards Canterlot.

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>Celestia
'Applejack'
"Various"
-Chitantia-
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>Okay, what do we have that can put a stop to that thing before it reaches the city?

'She's taken her time, Ah' notice.'

>FOCUS! We need to stop her!

"LEAVE THAT TO US!"

>....noooooo...

"For now, you have the protection of..."

>Noooooooooo~

"THE RAINBOLTS!"

*RAINBOOM!*

'...Okay, Ah'll play along, what are ya'll planning ta do?'

"Isn't it obvious?"

>Is... is it supposed to be? You're just holding up a remote. That remote could be anything. You could be planning to blow yourself up to save the embarrassment, I don't know.

"No no! This remote is the source of our ultimate weapon!"

"Well, second ultimate weapon. Technically, we're supposed to fight that thing like we are, get defeated, THEN pull out the ultimate weapon."

"But she's big and we are crunchy, so we're skipping a step."

"It'll probably be okay."

"ENOUGH TALK! FORM... RAINBOLT ULTRAZORK!"

>You can't be serious.

But they were! With the push of a button, a hanger under Twilight's lab burst open, and five machines all rushed forth!

>You know they're in the hanger because Twilight became sober and realized robots shaped like animals are stupid, right?

"RAINBOLTS! ASSEMBLE!"

They all leapt into the air, sliding comfortably into their respective animal-machinations.

"RED REX, ONLINE!"

"BLUE SERPENT, ONLINE!"

"GREEN BULL, ONLINE!"

"YELLOW TIGER, ONLINE!"

"INDIGO HAWK, ONLINE!"

""RAINBOLTS, COMBINE!""

'...Those things are supposed to combine? They don't look like they were made to.'

The screeching of metal mashing against metal as they rammed them all together in some horrifying Frankenstein creation told her, no. No they were not supposed to.

"RAINBOLTS, ENGAGE!"

Like a drunken, deformed duck, they hopped outward, charging towards the beast nearing Canterlot.

"Let's show this bitch who's boss!"

"Language! TV-Y7!"

"Oh, right. Let's show this bug who's boss!"

"Aren't we bugs?"

"...HIT THE THING WITH THE THING!"

The mighty robot hefted it's swords to the heavens, a golden halo of power encircling it.

"FOR CANTERLOT!"

"FOR EQUESTRIA!"

"FOR OUR QUEEN!"

"FOR OUR HIVE!"

"And most of all... FOR US!"

"""SHINING, ULTRA, SAVIOR SLASH! HAAAAAAAAAAA-""""

Even the Queen, as mighty as she was, had to give pause as the blade neared her head.

And then promptly shattered like glass

"...Huh."

Followed closely by their robot's 'arms', 'legs'... pretty much everything crumbling into a mishmash of misshapen and sparking rubble.

To their credit, she did stop.

-...What the fuck was that!? Was that a golem!? When did magical golem production get so shoddy!?... And when the hell did we start giving golems little veins!? They don't need veins, they're golems! GOLEMS! They don't bleed!-

She did not stop for long.

-If this is the magical future that was supposed to happen, I'm glad I'm smashing it! It's just insulting!-

'...Whelp.'

>Feels stupid, don't you?

'Little bit.'

"Okay, if anyone asks, we blame-"

"""WE KNOW!"""
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>Head Soldier
"Various"
~~~

>Stallions! I have grave news. Death is at our door.

"Tuesday already?"

"Right? Feels like a monday still."

>In these trying times, we will be standing proud against the forces hounding at our door.

"The metaphorical door that doesn't exist, of course. Canterlot isn't a gated community."

"You can tell because of all the Changelings running around."

"HAH!"

>The evil that threatens us is unlike any we've ever faced before!

"Kind of hard to top "Chimera made of crazy", though."

"Right?"

>The threat is massive. It is unrelenting. And it is fearless. It will not stop.

"Hah! Say something that'll actually worry us!"

>And worst of all... Twilight Sparkle isn't here to fix everything with a magical artifact.

"..."

>But even without her... I know you will make Equestria proud! Who's with me!?

"...WE'RE ALL GONNA DIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEE"

"AHHHHHHHHH"

"WHAT CRUEL GOD WOULD LET THIS COME TO PASS!?"

"I WAN MAH MOMMY! AH WAN MANMNMANEEEEEEEEEEE!"

>...See, this shit is why I keep turning Celestia down when she offers me the Captain of the Guard job.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
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>SA's Dad
"SA's mom"
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It was a really beautiful day.

Well, almost night time by now, actually. But he was just getting 'out of bed', so to speak. After all these years, it was amazing how 'active' they still were.

But he needed some air, to stretch his muscles a bit, to take in the vast open splendor of Canterlot, and....

>...Honey, did you leave the bags packed like I told you to?

"Yes dear, why? Feeling another promptu vacation?"

>Uh... we might be visiting Shiny in a little bit, is all.

"YES! WE CAN GO SEE MY BABY!... Wait, whyyyyy?"

>...Oh, you know... reasons.

"How big of reasons?"

>I can see them from here.

"And?"

>And they are not in Canterlot.

"...Ah."

>...

"...Should we pack the.. the thing?"

>I'm mortally terrified the bellhop will drop our bags again. I'm not getting embarrassed like that twice.

"No thing, gotcha."

>...Maybe just stuff it under the corner.
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