My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic Idea Megathread
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See, there's a reason Celestia calls him away for "Canterlot business".
Twilight: Princess Celestia! Did the meeting with the dragons go well?
Celestia: Yes, and it's all thanks to Spike. *smirks*
Twilight: ...eh?
*Elsewhere*
Spike: *surrounded by female nobledragons*
*In Ponyville*
Rarity: Why do I have the urge to horribly maim something?
Twilight: Princess Celestia! Did the meeting with the dragons go well?
Celestia: Yes, and it's all thanks to Spike. *smirks*
Twilight: ...eh?
*Elsewhere*
Spike: *surrounded by female nobledragons*
*In Ponyville*
Rarity: Why do I have the urge to horribly maim something?
With the return of Princess Luna, the dark princess has slowly overtaken the minds of Equestria's beauty and fashion industries. Apparently the younger sister is a breath of fresh air, with many hailing her as the new beauty standard for the young and hot.
This plays havoc with poor Celestia, especially once she finds out while she's still setting standards of beauty throughout Equestria, the age group she appeals to is of a slightly...older range.
Luna: Tia! Tia! Look! This 'Crystalpony Dynamics' hath said that we hath inspired the reimagining of their flagship character, and thay hath asked us to come in to....Tia?
Celestia: *deathly silent whisper* They...they asked you? Buh...buh I...Lara...I was...
Luna: *blushing heavily* Sister! We did not that it was customary for the subjects to be so...candid with their Princesses? *holds up a letter with beautiful romantic poetry*
Celestia: *looks at her own stuffy, formal letters* *tiny whimper*
This plays havoc with poor Celestia, especially once she finds out while she's still setting standards of beauty throughout Equestria, the age group she appeals to is of a slightly...older range.
Luna: Tia! Tia! Look! This 'Crystalpony Dynamics' hath said that we hath inspired the reimagining of their flagship character, and thay hath asked us to come in to....Tia?
Celestia: *deathly silent whisper* They...they asked you? Buh...buh I...Lara...I was...
Luna: *blushing heavily* Sister! We did not that it was customary for the subjects to be so...candid with their Princesses? *holds up a letter with beautiful romantic poetry*
Celestia: *looks at her own stuffy, formal letters* *tiny whimper*
A little idea I had from the pic I posted earlier, takes place during the Migration....
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Garble stood on top of the treasure pile, King of the Hoard, occasionally knocking away another dragon that tried to rush him, when he noticed something.
"Hang on," He said, raising a claw, stopping the others. Looking around, Garble thought out loud, "Where are all the chicks?"
The others started looking around. While they were fun, these games, King of the Hoard, Tail Wrestling, it was all to show off for the dragonesses who were pretending to not be interested (They had to be pretending, who wouldn't want a bunch of tough dragons like them?). But now? They couldn't see a single female in the juvenile section of the volcano.
Garble's rotund, gray friend, Boiler, spoke up, "Hey, you guys hear that?"
Everydragon shut up, listening. Just barely above the bubbling sound of the lava, was...Music?
Following the faint sound, they finally found the source, and where all the females had gone. All of them were laid out, gazing as a munchkin of a dragon playing piano.
"...And I'm Hungry like the wolf," The little dragon finished, getting a unanimous sigh from every dragoness, many fluttering their eyes at the little fellow. He even winked at one, who sqee'd and fell back into a lava pool.
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Might add more later
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Garble stood on top of the treasure pile, King of the Hoard, occasionally knocking away another dragon that tried to rush him, when he noticed something.
"Hang on," He said, raising a claw, stopping the others. Looking around, Garble thought out loud, "Where are all the chicks?"
The others started looking around. While they were fun, these games, King of the Hoard, Tail Wrestling, it was all to show off for the dragonesses who were pretending to not be interested (They had to be pretending, who wouldn't want a bunch of tough dragons like them?). But now? They couldn't see a single female in the juvenile section of the volcano.
Garble's rotund, gray friend, Boiler, spoke up, "Hey, you guys hear that?"
Everydragon shut up, listening. Just barely above the bubbling sound of the lava, was...Music?
Following the faint sound, they finally found the source, and where all the females had gone. All of them were laid out, gazing as a munchkin of a dragon playing piano.
"...And I'm Hungry like the wolf," The little dragon finished, getting a unanimous sigh from every dragoness, many fluttering their eyes at the little fellow. He even winked at one, who sqee'd and fell back into a lava pool.
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Might add more later
"Spike? What are those?"
"Oh...those really nice dragonesses gave me their addresses. Hey, one lives just two miles from Canterlot!"
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Heh, in another year or two Spike returns for a rematch...and the dragonesses cluster around this new drake who's not only a perfectly polite gentledrake, but he can cook and clean and entertain and run a household.
"Oh...those really nice dragonesses gave me their addresses. Hey, one lives just two miles from Canterlot!"
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Heh, in another year or two Spike returns for a rematch...and the dragonesses cluster around this new drake who's not only a perfectly polite gentledrake, but he can cook and clean and entertain and run a household.
Shortly before...
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"So, where are you from Spike?"
Spike looked up from pouring tea for the Dragoness in front of him, the cups looking almost comedic in the claws of the females around him, "Well, I live in a village called Ponyville at the moment, but before that I lived in Canterlot for most of my life with the ponies who raised me."
"Canterlot?"
"You were raised by ponies?"
Finishing a sip, Spike nodded, "Yeah, I was raised by ponies, and eventually got my current job as a live-in assistant to a researcher at the archives before she moved to the Ponyville Library."
"Oh, I'm so jealous," A stout, wide eyes dragoness groaned, "I used to have a couple of great romance novels, but, well, I snored," she admitted with a blush.
"Yeah," A grey, slim bodied dragon agreed, "It seems like all the good stuff is written by ponies, and their books aren't really printed with our size in mind, or our claws."
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"So, where are you from Spike?"
Spike looked up from pouring tea for the Dragoness in front of him, the cups looking almost comedic in the claws of the females around him, "Well, I live in a village called Ponyville at the moment, but before that I lived in Canterlot for most of my life with the ponies who raised me."
"Canterlot?"
"You were raised by ponies?"
Finishing a sip, Spike nodded, "Yeah, I was raised by ponies, and eventually got my current job as a live-in assistant to a researcher at the archives before she moved to the Ponyville Library."
"Oh, I'm so jealous," A stout, wide eyes dragoness groaned, "I used to have a couple of great romance novels, but, well, I snored," she admitted with a blush.
"Yeah," A grey, slim bodied dragon agreed, "It seems like all the good stuff is written by ponies, and their books aren't really printed with our size in mind, or our claws."
Bad-ass royal family idea...
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Okay, things were bad, really bad. His cousin was weak from imprisonment, his mother was in a Changeling snot-balloon, his aunt was probably still asleep in her sound-proofed chambers, the girls were captured reying to get the Elements, and Shining looked like his brain had gone bye-bye.
Things weren't hopeless, oh no, Spike still had an ace up his sleeve, but it was an ace he was very reluctant to use. Not because it wouldn't work, oh no, it would work, and those bugs would be sorry they even LOOKED at Canterlot...
But, really, Blueblood wouldn't let him live this down for years. Dash probably wouldn't either if Spike weren't sure she'd almost wet herself out of fear from what Spike was about to do.
Standing among the wedding guests, Spike looked at the nearest Changeling Guard, and said the first thing he thought of, "So...how's your sex life?"
Yeah, it was awkward for Spike, but the point was to make it so for the guard too.
Little lesson on Changelings. Normally, your average changeling is as intelligent as your average pony, some are smart, some are dumb as a certain pair of unicorn colts.
However, during war or when war is on the horizon, a change is made to the larva in the changeling hatchery as they develop into drones. Instead of normal changelings, they end up as a sort of "soldier drone", a drone with little to no free will, and not much of a thought process, all forgone for a stronger connection to the subconscious hive mind connection to the queen and quicker development to maturity. This could work out to be an advantage, both in battle, where the soldier wouldn't think once, let alone twice, about dying for the good of the swarm, but in espionage too, as it allowed them to better imprint the persona of the pony they were copying, not having any personality of their own to interfere.
Sometimes, in the event of a large enough war, the queen would hoof-pick a select few larva to be a higher class of soldier, a sort of commander, let's call them Cerebrates, who would lead divisions of soldiers and take mental stress off of the queen.
However, the force needed to take Canterlot was, actually, relatively small, meaning no Cerebrate was needed, so the Changeling Spike spoke to, let's call him Chuck, answered with an always intelligent growl that bordered on a "Huh?"
But, it didn't really matter what Chuck said, Spike just needed it to open it's mouth. Slipping his arm between it's fangs, he brought his knee up and slammed the jaw shut enough for the fangs to punch into his hide, then screamed as loud as he could.
"OOOOWWWW, MOMMY!"
Chrysalis looked over to see what the ruckus was. The baby dragon, what was it...Spook? Spock? Whoever he was, one of her soldiers apparently bit him. Why was a little dragon here anyway? She'd wanted to ask, but couldn't since Cadance would probably already know. Any question she was going to ask was cut off by a rather large explosion directly behind the Changeling Queen.
Another little lesson about Changelings, they have a type of empathy. In much the way a normal pony's sense of smell would lead them to food or the like, and recognize what said food was, this empathy lead the changelings to food or away from danger, and was especially useful to the Queen, who had access to a sort of genetic memory from past queens.
So when a certain feeling came across her empathic senses, it triggered big warning signs. It was a strange mixture of love, devotion and blind rage with a slight dash of fear, it was the feeling of a mother ready to fight to protect her child (Something a past queen had learned was not to be underestimated when an earth pony mother had killed her, certain lessons tend to stick when you have the memory of your head being bucked in).
Chrysalis' mind did the math...a small dragon cried for it's mother, and now she felt like death was just over her shoulder.
...Okay, she can do this, she beat Celestia, she can beat an angry dragoness...
Then she felt something else...There was more than one being behind her...more than two, even, Are dragons polygamous?...
...Buck me...
She didn't want to look...
She didn't want to look....
She didn't want to look.....
She didn't want to look......
...Buck, she looked, and only her many years as a composed queen kept her from messing the floors...
Luna looked like she had just jumped from bed, red eyed and angry, the stars in her mane glowing an ominous red.
Cadance looked nothing like a pony who had been half starved and imprisoned in a cave for weeks. In fact, she looked nothing like the "Princess of Love" she was supposed to be, or the broken prisoner Chrysalis had been hoping to drag out of the caverns, but more like a hardened prisoner ready to shank a bitch.
Blueblood...Was that Blueblood? He looked nothing like the hedonistic, pampered little whiner she'd known and loathed. And where did he get the armor? Or the big honkin' sword? He looked like he should be out slaying demons to a heavy metal track.
But Celestia, oh, she looked pissed...supremely pissed...like glowing eyed, "I am about to sodomize you with an astral body" pissed as her mere magical presence burned off any remaining mucus.
"What. Did. You. Do. To. My. Baby. BOY!?"
Oh Buck me sideways.
She may have taken on Celestia before, but this, oh no, Chrysalis was ambitious, not stupid.
"I sur-" was a close as Chrysalis got to raising the white flag before a pink hoof knocked her across the room and into a wall.
"You seal me in caves, ruin MY wedding, try to take MY husband, and now you dare, YOU DARE to hurt my little cousin!" Cadance almost reached RCV levels of volume.
"Hold, Cadance," Celestia halted her niece.
Oh, thank what ever powers were watching over the Changeling Queen for the mercy of-
"After all, he is your cousin, but Spike is my son," Celestia growled as she approached the changeling...
Buck you, Powers that Be, buck you right in the balls...
What happened in the following fifteen minutes would never be written of, out of sheer horror. Hell, the things Luna had done with the Royal Canterlot Voice alone would haunt the nightmares of the obervers for the rest of their lives.
When the Royal Family was finished, the non-changeling guests were rooted to where they stood, save for the many who had passed out. The changelings had become new displays of modern art upon the chapel walls (making some interesting shades of green), except Chuck, who seemed to cease to exist in a flare of brightly colored light. The Royal Family was gathered around their youngest member, coddling the young dragon who kept insisting he was fine.
The Changeling Queen sat, quivering in pain, her voice having given out within the first few minutes, her legs broken, her carapace covered in cracks, oozing green blood, her horn, well, it had already been twisted, so the royal sisters had taken their time in bending, breaking and reforming it into a straight horn like their own, a process that was excruciatingly painful.
Chrysalis twitched as a shadow was cast over her, Celestia glaring down at her, "Oh, don't worry, you won't be dying today, I have better ideas for you."
Across the hall, the Elements of Harmony looked at the aftermath in horrified silence.
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And I think that would lead to this, shortly after my earlier post...
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Garble stared down the little whelp who had been stealing all the chicks, ready to give the purple punk a beat down.
"Sir, I have your rubies," A voice brought the dragons attention from the little Casanova to a strange, hole filled dragoness carrying a bowl of the red gems.
"Thanks, Chryssy." Spike said as she set the bowl on his piano.
"Of course." The dragoness bowed.
"Alright, who the heck are you?" Garble growled.
The black dragoness shifted her attention, her expression changing from docile to a glare that made the male dragons flinch, "I am Chrysalis, queen of the changelings and vassal to his highness, Prince Spike Dragul-Solaris, and I will say if you act on your negative emotions...I. will. END. YOU!
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Okay, things were bad, really bad. His cousin was weak from imprisonment, his mother was in a Changeling snot-balloon, his aunt was probably still asleep in her sound-proofed chambers, the girls were captured reying to get the Elements, and Shining looked like his brain had gone bye-bye.
Things weren't hopeless, oh no, Spike still had an ace up his sleeve, but it was an ace he was very reluctant to use. Not because it wouldn't work, oh no, it would work, and those bugs would be sorry they even LOOKED at Canterlot...
But, really, Blueblood wouldn't let him live this down for years. Dash probably wouldn't either if Spike weren't sure she'd almost wet herself out of fear from what Spike was about to do.
Standing among the wedding guests, Spike looked at the nearest Changeling Guard, and said the first thing he thought of, "So...how's your sex life?"
Yeah, it was awkward for Spike, but the point was to make it so for the guard too.
Little lesson on Changelings. Normally, your average changeling is as intelligent as your average pony, some are smart, some are dumb as a certain pair of unicorn colts.
However, during war or when war is on the horizon, a change is made to the larva in the changeling hatchery as they develop into drones. Instead of normal changelings, they end up as a sort of "soldier drone", a drone with little to no free will, and not much of a thought process, all forgone for a stronger connection to the subconscious hive mind connection to the queen and quicker development to maturity. This could work out to be an advantage, both in battle, where the soldier wouldn't think once, let alone twice, about dying for the good of the swarm, but in espionage too, as it allowed them to better imprint the persona of the pony they were copying, not having any personality of their own to interfere.
Sometimes, in the event of a large enough war, the queen would hoof-pick a select few larva to be a higher class of soldier, a sort of commander, let's call them Cerebrates, who would lead divisions of soldiers and take mental stress off of the queen.
However, the force needed to take Canterlot was, actually, relatively small, meaning no Cerebrate was needed, so the Changeling Spike spoke to, let's call him Chuck, answered with an always intelligent growl that bordered on a "Huh?"
But, it didn't really matter what Chuck said, Spike just needed it to open it's mouth. Slipping his arm between it's fangs, he brought his knee up and slammed the jaw shut enough for the fangs to punch into his hide, then screamed as loud as he could.
"OOOOWWWW, MOMMY!"
Chrysalis looked over to see what the ruckus was. The baby dragon, what was it...Spook? Spock? Whoever he was, one of her soldiers apparently bit him. Why was a little dragon here anyway? She'd wanted to ask, but couldn't since Cadance would probably already know. Any question she was going to ask was cut off by a rather large explosion directly behind the Changeling Queen.
Another little lesson about Changelings, they have a type of empathy. In much the way a normal pony's sense of smell would lead them to food or the like, and recognize what said food was, this empathy lead the changelings to food or away from danger, and was especially useful to the Queen, who had access to a sort of genetic memory from past queens.
So when a certain feeling came across her empathic senses, it triggered big warning signs. It was a strange mixture of love, devotion and blind rage with a slight dash of fear, it was the feeling of a mother ready to fight to protect her child (Something a past queen had learned was not to be underestimated when an earth pony mother had killed her, certain lessons tend to stick when you have the memory of your head being bucked in).
Chrysalis' mind did the math...a small dragon cried for it's mother, and now she felt like death was just over her shoulder.
...Okay, she can do this, she beat Celestia, she can beat an angry dragoness...
Then she felt something else...There was more than one being behind her...more than two, even, Are dragons polygamous?...
...Buck me...
She didn't want to look...
She didn't want to look....
She didn't want to look.....
She didn't want to look......
...Buck, she looked, and only her many years as a composed queen kept her from messing the floors...
Luna looked like she had just jumped from bed, red eyed and angry, the stars in her mane glowing an ominous red.
Cadance looked nothing like a pony who had been half starved and imprisoned in a cave for weeks. In fact, she looked nothing like the "Princess of Love" she was supposed to be, or the broken prisoner Chrysalis had been hoping to drag out of the caverns, but more like a hardened prisoner ready to shank a bitch.
Blueblood...Was that Blueblood? He looked nothing like the hedonistic, pampered little whiner she'd known and loathed. And where did he get the armor? Or the big honkin' sword? He looked like he should be out slaying demons to a heavy metal track.
But Celestia, oh, she looked pissed...supremely pissed...like glowing eyed, "I am about to sodomize you with an astral body" pissed as her mere magical presence burned off any remaining mucus.
"What. Did. You. Do. To. My. Baby. BOY!?"
Oh Buck me sideways.
She may have taken on Celestia before, but this, oh no, Chrysalis was ambitious, not stupid.
"I sur-" was a close as Chrysalis got to raising the white flag before a pink hoof knocked her across the room and into a wall.
"You seal me in caves, ruin MY wedding, try to take MY husband, and now you dare, YOU DARE to hurt my little cousin!" Cadance almost reached RCV levels of volume.
"Hold, Cadance," Celestia halted her niece.
Oh, thank what ever powers were watching over the Changeling Queen for the mercy of-
"After all, he is your cousin, but Spike is my son," Celestia growled as she approached the changeling...
Buck you, Powers that Be, buck you right in the balls...
What happened in the following fifteen minutes would never be written of, out of sheer horror. Hell, the things Luna had done with the Royal Canterlot Voice alone would haunt the nightmares of the obervers for the rest of their lives.
When the Royal Family was finished, the non-changeling guests were rooted to where they stood, save for the many who had passed out. The changelings had become new displays of modern art upon the chapel walls (making some interesting shades of green), except Chuck, who seemed to cease to exist in a flare of brightly colored light. The Royal Family was gathered around their youngest member, coddling the young dragon who kept insisting he was fine.
The Changeling Queen sat, quivering in pain, her voice having given out within the first few minutes, her legs broken, her carapace covered in cracks, oozing green blood, her horn, well, it had already been twisted, so the royal sisters had taken their time in bending, breaking and reforming it into a straight horn like their own, a process that was excruciatingly painful.
Chrysalis twitched as a shadow was cast over her, Celestia glaring down at her, "Oh, don't worry, you won't be dying today, I have better ideas for you."
Across the hall, the Elements of Harmony looked at the aftermath in horrified silence.
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And I think that would lead to this, shortly after my earlier post...
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Garble stared down the little whelp who had been stealing all the chicks, ready to give the purple punk a beat down.
"Sir, I have your rubies," A voice brought the dragons attention from the little Casanova to a strange, hole filled dragoness carrying a bowl of the red gems.
"Thanks, Chryssy." Spike said as she set the bowl on his piano.
"Of course." The dragoness bowed.
"Alright, who the heck are you?" Garble growled.
The black dragoness shifted her attention, her expression changing from docile to a glare that made the male dragons flinch, "I am Chrysalis, queen of the changelings and vassal to his highness, Prince Spike Dragul-Solaris, and I will say if you act on your negative emotions...I. will. END. YOU!
OK, this is really unrelated to the current subject but i'm curious since i havent read or heard anyone mention this(maybe i just missed it). During the season finale Celestia mentions all the qualities that make Twilight princess material, each time she mentions one a mare is focused on on screen, so i started thinking "maybe those were the original names of the elements of harmony" as i saw they were: generosity/charity, kindness/compasion, loyalty/devotion, honesty/integrity, laugther/optimism and magic/lidership. Thoughts?
And Twilicorn joins the Royal Family...and hijinks ensue.
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Blueblood knocked on his aunt's door twice before trotting in. "Auntie, I've arranged for the caterers to start up in the Great Hall, and as you requested the press are - GOOD GRIEF!"
Celestia looked at her nephew miserably and stuck her lip out in a pout, while Spike sighed and adjusted his mother's crown. "It's only for a day, mom," comforted the little dragon as he shot his cousin a long-suffering look. The unicorn, however, just stared at the gaudy crown on his aunt's head with something approaching astonished horror.
Celestia whimpered again. "But I don't wanna! I look like that insufferable nag Princess Platinum!" she wailed.
Spike tried a different tangent. "But look at it this way: at least you're not Aunt Luna."
"What's wrong with Aunt Luna?" Blueblood asked, finally dragging his eyes from his older aunt's attire. Spike simply pointed to the other side of the room. Blueblood's gaze followed.
And then he promptly burst out laughing.
Luna, for her part, simply stared at her reflection in the mirror. The crown on her head, even gaudier than her sister's, taunted her.
"It's Frilly Princess Woona all over again," she whimpered.
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Blueblood knocked on his aunt's door twice before trotting in. "Auntie, I've arranged for the caterers to start up in the Great Hall, and as you requested the press are - GOOD GRIEF!"
Celestia looked at her nephew miserably and stuck her lip out in a pout, while Spike sighed and adjusted his mother's crown. "It's only for a day, mom," comforted the little dragon as he shot his cousin a long-suffering look. The unicorn, however, just stared at the gaudy crown on his aunt's head with something approaching astonished horror.
Celestia whimpered again. "But I don't wanna! I look like that insufferable nag Princess Platinum!" she wailed.
Spike tried a different tangent. "But look at it this way: at least you're not Aunt Luna."
"What's wrong with Aunt Luna?" Blueblood asked, finally dragging his eyes from his older aunt's attire. Spike simply pointed to the other side of the room. Blueblood's gaze followed.
And then he promptly burst out laughing.
Luna, for her part, simply stared at her reflection in the mirror. The crown on her head, even gaudier than her sister's, taunted her.
"It's Frilly Princess Woona all over again," she whimpered.
Nightmare Moon chooses to get her revenge in a slightly...different way.
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Celestia managed to keep up her cheerful façade while she worriedly watched out for the Nightmare. Luna had always been prone to dramatics, and her sister's no-show in any form, barring the disappearance of her features from the Moon, was a disconcerting break in routine.
The Celebration was reaching its peak. The Sun Princess managed a small smile at the sight of Twilight being coerced onto the dance floor by Spike, and-
There.
Shadowstuff was creeping in from under the doors and through the gaps in the windows and under the floorboards. The darkness writhed and coiled together, drawing shocked gasps from the partygoers as something began to take shape.
And then Nightmare Moon stood before the Princess of the Sun, like a grim statue.
Celestia tensed as her guards surrounded the dark alicorn. Nightmare Moon regarded them expressionlessly, before her horn began to glow. Celestia's horn lit up in response.
The steely ring of metal hitting the floor rang out in the silent room, and the Sun Princess faltered as the Nightmare's armor landed at her feet. She stared uncomprehendingly at the torc and crown before her hooves, as though Nightmare Moon hadn't just thrown her armor at her feet.
She looked up again, and noticed that the dark alicorn was making her way to the exit as ponies skittered out of her path. Luna carried herself majestically as she kept her gaze forward, stopping only when a desperate "Wait!" came from the balcony.
"Your Highness?"
Celestia felt as though her heart had been stabbed. The Nightmare's tone was polite, deferential and neutral.
Even hatred would have been better.
"Why?" she asked finally.
"Isn't it obvious, Your Highness? I've quit."
Celestia stared, dazed, as Luna made her way out of the hall. She remained still even as the party erupted in pandemonium, with terrified ponies shouting and screaming, and Twilight racing up towards the balcony, until she heard the sound of powerful wings beating the air.
"Luna!"
With a heartbreaking wail, the white alicorn leapt off the balcony and landed on the floor, breaking into a gallop as the sound of the wings became fainter. Ponies stumbled aside and staggered back as the panicked mare broke through their ranks and broke down the doors.
"Luna! Wait! Please! Come back! Luna! Lulu, please! DON'T LEAVE ME AGAIN!"
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Celestia managed to keep up her cheerful façade while she worriedly watched out for the Nightmare. Luna had always been prone to dramatics, and her sister's no-show in any form, barring the disappearance of her features from the Moon, was a disconcerting break in routine.
The Celebration was reaching its peak. The Sun Princess managed a small smile at the sight of Twilight being coerced onto the dance floor by Spike, and-
There.
Shadowstuff was creeping in from under the doors and through the gaps in the windows and under the floorboards. The darkness writhed and coiled together, drawing shocked gasps from the partygoers as something began to take shape.
And then Nightmare Moon stood before the Princess of the Sun, like a grim statue.
Celestia tensed as her guards surrounded the dark alicorn. Nightmare Moon regarded them expressionlessly, before her horn began to glow. Celestia's horn lit up in response.
The steely ring of metal hitting the floor rang out in the silent room, and the Sun Princess faltered as the Nightmare's armor landed at her feet. She stared uncomprehendingly at the torc and crown before her hooves, as though Nightmare Moon hadn't just thrown her armor at her feet.
She looked up again, and noticed that the dark alicorn was making her way to the exit as ponies skittered out of her path. Luna carried herself majestically as she kept her gaze forward, stopping only when a desperate "Wait!" came from the balcony.
"Your Highness?"
Celestia felt as though her heart had been stabbed. The Nightmare's tone was polite, deferential and neutral.
Even hatred would have been better.
"Why?" she asked finally.
"Isn't it obvious, Your Highness? I've quit."
Celestia stared, dazed, as Luna made her way out of the hall. She remained still even as the party erupted in pandemonium, with terrified ponies shouting and screaming, and Twilight racing up towards the balcony, until she heard the sound of powerful wings beating the air.
"Luna!"
With a heartbreaking wail, the white alicorn leapt off the balcony and landed on the floor, breaking into a gallop as the sound of the wings became fainter. Ponies stumbled aside and staggered back as the panicked mare broke through their ranks and broke down the doors.
"Luna! Wait! Please! Come back! Luna! Lulu, please! DON'T LEAVE ME AGAIN!"
Wouldn't the bit about sunlight imply that pegasi (Who often spend time above the cloud level and thus would get more direct sunlight) would reproduce more often than other breeds of pony? Also, wouldn't it imply that those ponies whose careers involved staying indoors would be less interested in breeding? Twilight could be the last pony of the Mane Cast to get a boyfriend, not because her staying indoors with her nose stuck in a book kept her from finding one, but because doing so removed all interest in getting one.
And then it turns out that of their entire extended family/circle of friends, Fluttershy and RD are the only ones with, well, shitty job prospects.
Rarity is a fashion designer cum jeweler.
Applejack is a member of one of the most prominent families in the agriculture business, even if she has the business sense of a mule.
Pinkie is a baker and party planner.
Twilight has a research stipend and is Celestia's student.
Spike has freaking connections, man. Plus he gets called away to Canterlot pretty often, and probably runs the library.
RD and Flutters...not so much. Actually, Fluttershy is probably the worse of the two; I'm fairly sure RD actually does have a job in weather management.
Rarity is a fashion designer cum jeweler.
Applejack is a member of one of the most prominent families in the agriculture business, even if she has the business sense of a mule.
Pinkie is a baker and party planner.
Twilight has a research stipend and is Celestia's student.
Spike has freaking connections, man. Plus he gets called away to Canterlot pretty often, and probably runs the library.
RD and Flutters...not so much. Actually, Fluttershy is probably the worse of the two; I'm fairly sure RD actually does have a job in weather management.
I'm not sure if this is just fanon or not, but I believe Fluttershy does have some sort of local wildlife management position. Given that Equestrians seem to control a lot of aspects of local nature, including stuff that should be governed by animal instincts, it does make sense for Fluttershy to actually be doing that sort of work.