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Lord Fetlock Equinari, The Ponytrician of Flanhk-Marepork. Grammar Tyrant, Rogue Editor at Large, Pungeon Master, Dispenser of Unsolicited Wisdom.

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Expended Resources (a 'Forged in Tartarus' bonus chapter) · 3:42am Mar 24th, 2015

A little bit of silliness inspired by a short conversation with Digodragon.

Enjoy! :pinkiehappy:




“I’ve expended a great deal of my resources in tracking you down, Tirek..."

Several weeks earlier...

Queen Chrysalis stood at the Gates of Tartarus. Peering into the darkness, her excitement was building with each passing second.

Perhaps this time? she silently hoped.

Her ears pricked forward at the faint sounds of movement in the shadows beyond the gate, then her face fell in disappointment. Wobbling into view on unsteady hooves emerged a changeling drone; scratches and bruises marred the once glossy chitinous hide, delicate translucent wings were crumpled and bent at unnatural angles, and a clear viscous fluid dripped from everywhere in fat, wet plops.

“No luck at all?” Chrysalis asked with sinking heart, as the soldier squelched through the open portal.

The drone raised a hoof in an trembling salute that caused a fresh cascade of slime to dribble from the holes in its legs, and sadly shook his head. “Sorry, your Majesty. Just one sniff and it was on to me right away. Took me ages to get free.” The drone shuddered at the memory, sending more liquid splattering into the growing pool where it stood. “Head #3 especially… it never seemed to get bored!”

Chrysalis sighed in frustration and gestured to her aide, who scribbled some notes onto a scroll. She turned back to her soldier. “Right... go get cleaned up, take a rest, then pick a new combination that’s not chocolate-parfait-with-a-hint-of-orange-blossom.” The drone saluted again and limped slowly away.

Chrysalis glanced at her aide’s scroll, then turned her attention to the swarm of milling changeling drones. “Okay strawberry-glazed-donuts-with-a-whiff-of-lavender, you’re up!”

The nominated changeling gulped nervously, eyeing the growing collection of his drool-encrusted comrades trying to scrub themselves clean at a tub of soapy water. The soldier saluted Chyrsalis and, with a flicker of green flames, assumed the appearance of Princess Celestia before trotting into the foreboding gloom beyond the gates.

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Comments ( 3 )

Ah, sacrificing minions. Is there no problem that it cannot solve?

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Well, for one, it didn't seem to help much during the great minion shortage of '06...

:derpytongue2:

Hahaha, this was brilliantly amusing. :D

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