Funny favorite fanfic scenes...

from stuff I wrote that still makes me laugh.

Rarity shook her head, but smiled. “Hello, girls. I’m your aunt 'Purity'. I’ve been hearing a lot about you.”

“Wait!” Acari spoke up. “So was Sweetie Belle also a changeling?”

“Yes,” Sweetie said from the door.

“No,” Rarity stated, glaring at her sister.

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[Asheram]

She glanced at the changeling next to the door.
He looked back at her.
Chrysalis tilted her head.
He tilted his in the opposite direction.
Chrysalis narrowed her eyes.
He blinked.
“Aha! Hidden Tale!” Chrysalis laughed. “I thought you were dead, you little bastard!”

Still a big fan of this one.

[Admiral Biscuit]

Ooh, I love this game. This bit's my favorite thing I ever wrote (so far).

“You really need to invent seat belts,” I muttered.

“We have. This truck doesn't have them.” Poppy glared at me as I slid away from her for the umpteenth time.

[MythrilMoth]

Oh man, I have way too many of these from way too many stories in way too many fandoms.

One of my personal favorites, from a Yotsuba&! story:

"I'm home!," Mr. Ayase slurred as he lurched through the door into the genkan; he and Koiwai were supporting each other, and had difficulty figuring out how to get through the door. Koiwai had Mr. Ayase's necktie tied around his head.

"Yo, Fuuka-chan," Koiwai greeted, waving with his free hand. "I passed!" He hiccuped.

"GIN GON GAN GON GIN GON GAN GON GIN GON GAAAAAAAAN!" Mr. Ayase bellowed.

Mrs. Ayase pinched the bridge of her nose tiredly. "Dear, get upstairs and go to bed before you pass out on the floor."

"Piss out on the floor?" Mr. Ayase asked, reaching for his zipper...

"DON'T PISS OUT ON THE FLOOR!" Mrs. Ayase and Fuuka both roared.

But if we're talking pony stories...it'd have to be this exchange:

"Oh, yes. You see, you have to keep roosters and hens separated so that you'll be able to harvest the eggs hens lay without taking a fertilized egg by mistake," Fluttershy said. "So when it's time to breed the chickens, I put a rooster and a hen together in a breeding pen, wait for them to mate, then separate them again and help the hen make a nest. That hen is then kept separate from all the other chickens until her babies hatch."

Rainbow thought about this for a long moment. "So...you're a chicken pimp?"

Twilight choked on her orange juice.

"Well..." Fluttershy said thoughtfully. "Yes. Yes I am. I am a chicken pimp."

[Malandy]

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What fanfic did the "chicken pimp" come from? I can't find it via Google...

Gonna find something good for this...

Can't pick... too many links to go through...

[SIGAWESOME]

Have not written any stories (yet), but I had fun writing the following comment:

The Equestrian Board of Livestock Analysis' study marked the first time somepony has scientifically documented and catalogued all the physical and magical properties of ponies' metabolic waste products (aside from small, fringe groups of troublingly disturbed fetishists that is.) Rather surprising, given the fact that ponies are the prime movers and driving force behind, well everything, in Equestria including, but not exclusively sun, moon, tides, weather, precipitation, seasons, flora, animal migrations, geology, tectonics, temperature, oasification, love, magic, love magic, and portals to alternate universes.

Earth Ponies: Earth ponies produce "standard" fare common to herbivorous grazers (the "horseapples" of certain vulgar epithets). What sets them apart from other, nonpony grazers is the extreme amount of magic it produces. Like earth ponies themselves, their waste slowly, steadily generates magic, exuding it into the surrounding environs, enriching it and terraforming (equiforming?) in to something more mild and hospitable.

The extreme thaumenogenetic properties of earth pony waste are not without certain drawbacks however. It is not entirely unheard of that earth ponies with extremely "robust" GI tracts and magical auras excrete so much earth magic that it causes any seeds present to spontaneously germinate after they "pass", much to the consternation and distress of the pony using the facilities at the time. The embarrassment of stopping up the bog with toilet paper when you are at somepony else's house does not even begin to hold a candle to the mortification of having to tell your host about the new pear tree sprouting out of the plumbing. Fortunately, earth ponies handle it with their usual straight forward aplomb and practicality by including several crosscut saws in their outhouses and besides their bogs.

Unicorn Ponies: In many ways, unicorn pony waste is the exact polar opposite of earth pony. It will steadily absorb magic from its environs until it becomes unstable and explodes. Unicorn waste must be treated and grounded so as to avoid leeching all the magic in the area, creating a thaumic famine.

It is not entirely unheard of that unicorn waste in improperly grounded plumbing absorb so much magic that it detonates in a shower of sparkling confetti and thaumic surges, much to the consternation and distress of the pony using the facilities at the time. The embarrassment of stopping up the bog with toilet paper when you are at somepony else's house does not even begin to hold a candle to the mortification of having to tell your host about the newly ventilated bathroom wall and the glowing portal to the Underdark newly opened behind the remains of the bog. Fortunately, unicorns handle it with their usual straight forward aplomb and practicality by including a Lexan blast shield and a vial of Holy Water in all their bathrooms.

Pegasus Ponies & Bat/Dusk Ponies: For reasons unknown, the main metabolic by-product of flying ponies is actually noble gasses, particularly helium and xenon. Nopony is quite sure as to the reason, and certainly nopony is brave/foolish enough to have the gall to request an audience with one of the royal sisters to broach the subject ("Dear Princess Celestia: Why don't pegasi poop?"). Ponies living near and underneath pegasi metropolises though all unanimously agree that their flying cousins' lack of solid waste is a Very Good Thing. Dusk ponies must take special care to ensure their underground roosts are properly ventilated to avoid suffocation through oxygen displacement.

As a side note, EBOLA also documented a case of adolescent pegasi (all stallions of university age) taking the "ignite your flatulence" game to its logical and extreme end by using weather magic to create a pulse of electricity across pockets of xenon and neon ("pull my hoof!") , in effect creating massive arc lamps. This resulted in the most spectacular aerial lighting displays as well as an emergency trip to the hospital A&E department with 13 counts of photokeratitis and 2 counts of "lightning rump".

Crystal Ponies: The most recent addition to Equestria's stable, crystal ponies are very much the odd pony out, being essentially animated sapient minerals. Their unique physiology and metabolism allows them to pass and excrete gem stones in beautifully dazzling deposits and formations, much to the horror and disgust of Equestria's fashion industry and draconic gastronomes everywhere. EBOLA, in the course of their research, discovered that crystal pony "crystals", much like the crystal ponies themselves, have unique dielectric and quantum thaumaturgical properties that allows both the crystals and the ponies to function as perfect room-temperature superconductors of love and harmony magic.

Changelings: While not technically ponies, EBOLA included changelings as part of their study. Changeling frass is a sterile liquid polymer that dries into a remarkably strong and lightweight material. Enterprising ponies have discovered that they can use this material in conjunction with standard plastic injection moulding techniques to rapidly create building blocks for construction (and possibly giving literal meaning to the phrase "shitting bricks"). As an added bonus, changeling frass typically contains undigested love, giving buildings constructed with it a warm, fuzzy feeling of joyous laughter and peaceful contentment. This helps distract prospective, avant-garde home buyers from the sickly green lambent glow that it exudes as well as the pervasive smell of bug droppings.

Alicorns: Next to nothing is known about alicorn metabolic processes and their resulting "business". What little EBOLA was able to glean came from careful observation during the construction of Her Serene Highness Twilight Sparkle's personal WC in her newly appointed "Magical Crystal Treehouse of Friendship and Harmony". They note that a distressingly large amount of lead and tungsten went into its construction, that it is hermetically sealed and is rated to withstand overpressure spikes of 30kPa and magical surges of 7 mega-thaums, and the maids and cleaners are required to don full MOPP-4 protective gear before entering. The contents of the royal cesspit are sealed in lead lined concrete and adamantium casks and transported under heavy guard (the "Princess Potty Praetorian") to a secure military facility in the Badlands.

It was at this point EBOLA's alicorn research department was promptly disbanded and its field researchers reassigned to a 20 year survey of the rare and exotic lichens of the northern winter reaches of the Crystal Empire by order of HSH Twilight Sparkle. Reports state that she, upon discovering the dozens of researchers with their shotgun mics, cameras with ultra telephoto lenses, and scrying spells all pointed at her bathroom, quote "burst into flame and crushed all the equipment and field notes into a microscopic singularity." The further discovery of a poorly hidden blind in her bathroom containing a documentary film crew, chemists, and physicists did little to assuage her anger.

[MythrilMoth]

2948869 It's from Pony Fails. Not linking because it's M-rated (since some chapters go a bit above Teen). Go to my stories list, it's on there.

[Reykan]

I was going to try to limit myself to other fics, but since you used yours =P

"Ok, now that Twilights done, DO AJ!"

The request caught him flat-footed... hooved. Whatever. Five years in this place and he was still making these mistakes. With a sigh, and a quick final check for details on the larger female, his form and his perception of the world shifted. Sitting in his place, was an exact copy of the farmer. Well, besides the hat. He'd never gotten the change to include clothes no matter how hard he tried, or extra energy he poured into the transformation. It was also one of the few tricks he couldn't buy off of infiltrators with his excess reserves of emotion.

"THAT IS SOO COOL! DO ME NEXT, DO ME DO ME!"

Good lord, the happiness was literally wafting off of her. 'Bleah, it's like someone trying to stuff a death by chocolate down your throat after eating 3 triple chocolate cupcakes.' A quick glance at the exuberant mare and the spare farmer disappeared in a flash of green fire. In her place-

"NO! HAY NO! NEVER IN A MILLION YEARS! DON'T GIVE HER IDEAS!" Twilight was tripping over herself, trying to think of some way to stall the impending apocalypse, for before them stood none other than the Alicorn of Parties.

Pinkie could only find one way to describe what she saw. A single tear rolled down her cheek.

"It's beautiful..."

"Be at peace Twilight, for I though I look like this, I have not the powers you associate with this form."

It was Pinkie's voice, but not. The tone was completely wrong. In fact, it reminded her of- "Oh my Celestia, STOP THAT!"

It's my changeling one-shot, Super Powers, and this scene still cracks me up.

[Alexstrazsa]

“Dusk Shine, get ready!” Blitz’s voice rang out, startling everypony in the room. Dusk looked up, just in time to see Blitz flying at him, a hoof extended outward. With a sickening thud, the pegasi’s hoof impacted with Dusk’s jaw, with enough force to send the unicorn flying backwards and his saddlebags hurtling to the far wall. Blitz skidded to a halt on the floor just as Dusk collided with the left throne and fell to the ground, coughing. “Pull yourself together!”

The other four ponies stood with their mouths hanging open in shock. They were too stunned to say anything, giving Blitz the time to continue.

“You’ve done nothing but bring us together as friends, and without you, we probably wouldn’t even know each other. You definitely deserve us, and you definitely deserve to be the element of magic. Being stallions for the rest of our lives isn’t gonna change that.”

It took a moment before Dusk Shine stirred, adjusting his legs to push himself up. With some struggle, he rose, revealing a reddened and swollen area on his muzzle, along with a small trail of blood running from his mouth. Butterscotch turned his head away, while Elusive could only put a hoof to his mouth and gasp. Looking to Blitz, Dusk raised a hoof and wiped the blood away, glancing at the red smear on his foreleg as he did.

Then he smiled. “I appreciate it, Blitz.”

Years later I still think this is the best scene I've written.

[Magical Trevor]

I honestly can't think of 'just' a scene I'm really proud of, sad to say. I have been proud of a chapter before, or a story in general, but just ONE part that makes me laugh? Can't say there's one that good that sticks out to me. (Pokemon, for instance, has multiple places that still make me laugh.)

[FanOfMostEverything]

Hmm. Well, this is an interesting exercise. What to pick, what to pick...
Ah! Of course.

Twilight appeared in a burst of actinic light, a rather confused smile on her face. "Hey, B-cubed-F-squared. I wasn't expecting you for another month. What brings you here?"

Shining seemed less pleased. "Noise complaints."

"But those are the sounds of progress!" Twilight cried. "Of the walls of ignorance falling from the blows of the sledgehammer of inquiry!"

Her brother gave her a flat look. "You may want to use a quieter metaphor, then."

Twilight blinked. "What metaphor? Spike, fetch the sledgehammer of inquiry."

This got a bemused expression. "You mean that club you took with you after you accidentally teleported into that barbarian camp?"

"Sledgehammer of inquiry!"

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This is fantastic and I thank you for sharing it.

[Belligerent Sock]

Well, as long as we're all vomiting our prose, here...

“Now class, this is a really interesting statue.” Cheerilee pointed at the sculpture in question. “He has the head of a pony and a body made up of all sorts of things. What do you suppose that represents?”

“A late-night rendezvous between a snake, a goat, and Apple Bloom’s mom?”

Apple Bloom turned to Scootaloo with the scrunch-faced fury of a thousand irate kittens. “Oh, it’s on now, cloud-sucker!” Coiling back, she sprang at Scootaloo, tackling her to the ground amidst a cloud of dirt.

Nearby, Sweetie Belle checked her non-existent watch. “Three minutes into the field trip. That’s a new—”

“Sweetie!” yelled Apple Bloom. “Stop referencing future memes and hold her wings down for me!”

Scootaloo batted the other filly’s flailing limbs away. “Geez, Bloom! Can’t you take a joke?”

“My parents are deeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaad!!!”

“That’s a ‘no’, then.”

[Kamylian]

I don't have any writings of my own to post, but if we're talking about fanfic scenes in general...

It was now much later. Events, as they say, eventuated. The board convened under the watchful eye of Dotted Line, who had mournfully accepted that there wasn't going to be any evening tea. At all. Which means that even if he started drinking tea now, to make up for lost time, he'd still be an evening tea short. Forever. These depressing thoughts were what occupied him as the board discussed shear forces on the fine structure of the intradimensional integument, debated the energy differential, and had a minor hissy fit over the correct way to hold a differential thaumometer. Apparently, the hoof-over-hoof school considered any use of teeth to be heretical.

Then there was some spellcasting, some more spellcasting, a few well chosen curse words that damn near turned the air blue, further spellcasting that, in fact, did turn the air blue, and additional curse words, these more panicky. As far as Dotted could make out, the dimensional knot was wound tightly around the domain of Ykzlpxlt!k, The Disemvoweled One, Devourer of Souls, Approacher At The Gate, and a few dozen other choice cognomens. This, Dotted gathered from the way faces had gone colorless and the vocabulary colorful, was very much a Bad Thing.

[SIGAWESOME]

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That is certainly one of my top favouritest fics that I have read here.

[Bugsydor]

2948879
Sweet mercy, that is hilarious! We need to get you on a worldbuilding story, STAT! The part where I realized what your acronym meant made me lose my crap.

2948989
Also hilarious! Where is this? I must have it!

And now I have to remember a part of my own works that was particularly amusing...

[SIGAWESOME]

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he part where I realized what your acronym meant made me lose my crap.

Acronym?

[Titanium Dragon]

Unfortunately, my favorite bit is probably a bit on the long side. From Shotgun Wedding:

"You should be ashamed, lettin' her get all worked up like this! We ain't gettin' married, Big Mac, leastways not today."

"I reckon I know that," the stallion drawled.

"You goin' to tell her that?"

Big Mac shrugged. "Nope."

Rarity frowned. "You don't think we should get married, do you?"

The stallion shook his head. "Nope."

"Then why ever don't you say so?"

"Cause he thinks it's funny," Applejack groused. "He's bein' mighty helpful to her, even after Apple Bloom ran off."

Big Mac leaned back into the couch, smiling. "Eyup."

"You wouldn't think it was so funny if she was doin' it to you." Applejack crossed her hooves.

"Nope."

Applejack narrowed her eyes at that; apparently she had caught something in his laconic response that Rarity had missed.

"She do somethin' like this to you, too?"

***

"Now Granny," Big McIntosh said, nervously backing up. "It ain't like that."

"I reckon it's 'xactly like that. It's Hearts and Hooves day, you ain't been around all day, and now I find your sister and her friends doin' your chores for you while you try and sneak off with Miss Cheerilee."

Big Mac's ears fell back against his head as the pink pony beside him spoke up. "Granny Smith, I understand your concern, but we were simply teasing the girls. They—"

"I know what they did! I heard from the Cakes that they was helpin' y'all get ready to get hitched earlier today. How could you not tell your Granny, Big Mac?"

The stallion shook his head in denial. "We ain't gettin' married."

"Changed your mind, did you? Or did you think y'all would sneak off and spend some time alone and skip the weddin' part? Every Apple has had a family, and I ain't gonna let you be the first one to break that tradition." Granny Smith's voice was stern as she scolded her grandson, the large stallion quailing before her.

"Granny Smith, this is all just a misunderstanding," Cherilee began, before the older pony cut in.

"And you!" Granny Smith pointed her hoof at the pink pony, ignoring her protest. "What kind of example are you settin' for those little fillies, sneakin' off with some handsome stallion' ya ain't married to?"

"Am I not being clear? I am not dating your grandson."

"And what's that supposed to mean? He's good enough to sneak off with, but not for lovin'?" Granny Smith advanced menacingly.

The mare blinked. "That wasn't what I meant. I—" Cheerilee began, before she found herself nose-to-nose with the Apple family's matron.

"Fiddlesticks! You ain't eatin' supper before you say grace, not in this house you ain't! " Granny Smith hmphed. "It's a good thing I caught y'all before y'all did somethin' y'all might regret."

"But Granny—"

"Don't 'But Granny' me ya big galoot!" She represented her grandson. "I ain't listen' to any more of y'alls lies. The Cakes were real nice about it, but the way they were talkin' about y'all carryin' on, y'all sounded like you was gettin' mighty 'fectionate in their shop. And here y'all are denyin' it to my face. Well I won't have it!" Granny Smith stomped her hoof. "If y'all are gettin' married, your family is standin' by you for it. It's time to paint your butt white and run with the antelope."

Cheerilee stared at Granny Smith, and even Big Mac looked confused.

"I mean it's time to stop fussin and just do right by each other. If y'all are so anxious to get to it, there ain't much time to be fancy. Lucky for you your ma and pa kept their weddin' outfits." The older pony turned around and began walking away. "I'll be back before you can say apple pie. Y'all behave now, you hear?"

Big Mac bowed his head to his grandmother while Cheerilee just stood there staring long after Granny Smith had disappeared.

"I'm real sorry 'bout all this," Big Mac said to his companion, who laughed nervously.

"No reason to be sorry! It's just a little misunderstanding, that's all. I'll let you two sort it out." Cheerilee wheeled around, turning towards the door and tried to push it open; the door rattled in its frame. Her eyes flicked around for the lock, before finally noticing the latch and awkwardly trying to nose it open with her snout. After watching her struggle for a few seconds, Big Mac stepped forward to help.

"Here, let me get that for you," he said, the big pony leaning past the smaller one, his snout bumping against Cheerilee's before making it to the latch. Gripping it in his teeth, he jimmied it from side to side before finally sliding it open and lowering his head. "There ya go," he said, moments before Granny Smith's voice came from behind.

"I thought I told y'all to behave while I was gone," she said, drawing a blush from the pair who had crowded together in front of the door; the two ponies stepped a pace apart as Granny Smith chuckled. "Naw, it's alright. I know y'all love each other, it's fine to show some 'fection."

Turning around to face his grandmother, Big Mac could see the older pony had brought down his mother's dress and his father's old suit. The big stallion sighed and shook his head. "Granny, I don't know how you 'spect to fit me in Pa's old suit."

The old pony cackled. "Who said the suit was for you?" Granny Smith grinned before turning towards his mother's voluminous dress, grasping it in her mouth. Big Mac gulped as she started to advance on the big stallion with a gleam in her eye.

***

"Nnnope."

[Bugsydor]

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EBOLA, in that case. It was beautiful in a terrible sort of way.

[shortskirtsandexplosions]

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[Dream Volt]

I can't pick just one. First, though it's not the joke, Twi is freaking out because she's been told she has to fight him.

I gulped. There was a flash and a muscular golden furred stallion appeared. He had a red mane and tail, as well as a matching long silky beard. His armor was a mix of dark blue and black, covering most of him but his head and tail. He also had a small silver hammer with an odd design on his back.

"Oh no. No no no no no."

"Now while I'm sure you know of him Twilight, your companions may not, and in any case proper introductions are in order. This is my son, Thoroughbred."

He laughed. It was rich and booming. "But you can just call me Thor. Everyone does."

Firecracker burst is blind bag pony, and this is from Sweetie's POV.

"Whoo! Hi girls. I'm Firecracker Burst, your guard for the day. First time too. Don't know why. I love kids. So, who wants to play with explosives?"

"Oooo, I do." Said Scootaloo

"That sounds mighty fun."

"It doesn’t sound very safe." I said

The next is from a dark comedy of mine and actually makes perfect sense in context.

Fluttershy looked down. "Then I failed." Then she blinked and looked up "Wait, did I really want to be good at killing ponies?"

"Darling, I must ask, how exactly did you come up with this plan."

"Yea, it was all like…" Scoots paused a second. "I'm so sad, and then you were like, bam I was faking the whole time. Totally a super villain move, but still cool, and well, you know, you're Fluttershy and all."

"Oh well I was supposed to think of something, but I was having a hard time so I asked Angel for ideas."

"Oh." The rest of us echoed.

[OMGbeta]

I don't have a story so have some from my favorite story.

Before we got to his room, we bumped into the naga in the hall. “I have been seeking you two,” he said, crossing his arms. “Spike, you have been neglecting us. I believe some time in a threesome will make up for it.”
Spike’s eyes went wide. “You… and Nav both on me? I don’t know if I could take it!”
“Your body is strong,” the naga said with a nod. “Young and supple.” One of his hands reached over and traced Spike’s side. “You can take it. Though I can’t promise you’ll enjoy it.”
“But we will,” I said from behind him, reaching up to tweak one of his little spine things. “And that’s all that matters, right?”
“Y—Ooh, I don’t know!” He was blushing, at this point.
“Unfortunately, we can’t,” I said, draping my arm over Spike’s shoulder. “I need him right now, naga.”
He snorted. “This relationship will never work if you do not share, human,” he gruffly replied. “But so be it. I will dominate him extra hard later to make up for it. You’ll be forced to watch instead of helping.”
“Ooh, I don’t mind watching instead…” I said with a smile, letting Spike go and pushing him forward. “It’s a date. But we need to go. So we’ll see you later.”

My next guest was the naga, a thin smile on his face. Taya wasn’t in my room at the moment, busy doing something or another. “I have something for you, Cain,” he announced, slithering inside. I gasped at what I saw. “Yes, it’s glorious. And just in time, too; you need protein.”
I nodded and started tasting the naga’s sausage as soon as he got close enough. “Mmm, I missed this so much. And it’s nice and juicy!”
“Yes, I knew you would like it,” he slyly commented, chuckling. “Eat up. There’s plenty more where that came from.”
I didn’t want to talk with my mouth full, so I swallowed the load before grinning. “I love your sausage, man. It’s the best.”
“If you wait a moment, I can give you more.”
“Nah, these meat balls look fine.” They were way too big for my mouth, so I took them slow and steady, getting the most out of it. I finished off with a nice swallow of thick milk. “Ahh, I needed that…”
“You and me both, Cain. I feel much better now.”

“It’s been a little while for me, naga,” I said. “I hope you’ll be gentle.”
“I know you like it fast and rough, human,” he said with a smirk. “And with the way you’re dressed, you’re just asking for it.”
“Protection takes half the fun out of it. But from the looks of your stance, it’s been a little while for you, too.”
“Not so long that I can’t give you what you deserve.”
“Well then, what are you waiting for, big guy? Give it to me.”
“With pleasure!” He suddenly shot toward me, stabbing with his massive wood. I dodged toward his weak side and slashed with my blade, trying to catch him under his extended arm. He saw it coming and twisted away.

All of these are from "Diaries of a Madman" by whatmustido

[Ausbrony]

Hmm, so something from something that I wrote huh. Well, Id say it would have to be this Omake chapter from my fic - The Princess and the Human

The sun was shining and the birds were singing. It was another perfect morning in Equestria.
The great palace in the city of Canterlot was already buzzing with activity, with servants dashing here and there, making the Palace look as pristine as the day of its creation. Guards were rotating their shifts, relieving the weary night watch, so they could get some rest and prepare for the next night.

The grand table in the dining hall was being laid out for a glorious feast, as the Monarch of the Sun, the Infallible Princess of the Day, the one with the Great White Flanks... Princess Celestia, walked into the room. Her refined hoofsteps sounded like pure crystal bells on the marble floor.

Several ponies were already seated at the table, her exhausted younger sister, Princess Luna. Her beloved niece Princess Mi Amore Cadenza and her husband, Prince Consort Shining Armor. Celestia gave each of them a chipper morning greeting as she took a seat on her favourite cushion.

Due to a recent and fantastical event, usual Court proceedings had been cancelled and the royal group engaged in idle chatter as they waited for their newest guest to make an appearance. Small talk was something that most ponies took for granted, yet these four individuals usually had little time for such a thing, so as mundane as it seemed, to them it was like Hearth's Warming.

Once the great clock in the distance chimed ten times, the dining room door swung open as their unusual guest entered. While he only wore a simple buttoned white shirt and a pair of striped boxers, he strode in looking like a million bits. He winked to a cute maid pony as he took a seat next to Shining Armor and smiled widely at his new acquaintances.

"Good morning everyone!" Kai grinned.

"Good morning Kai," Celestia replied. She gave the human a warm smile as a maid poured him some coffee. "I do hope you're adjusting to Equestrian life-"

Her sentence was cut off as the doors swung open once more, with much greater force this time. A frantic lavender Alicorn rushed in, her mane and tail were tussled and sticking out in places, and her wings looked like they could use a good preening.

"Hah... S-sorry everypony. I had some... uh, research that took all night... and most of the morning..." she chuckled nervously as she sat down at the table, trying to straighten her mane. "So uh, yeah. Morning everypony!"

"If you can still call it that," Shining retorted. He was a soldier and therefore used to rising before the sun and not sleeping until it had well and truly set. And while Twilight had never been much of a morning pony, this was still late for her. Shining looked at the human next to him and frowned. "The day is almost half over, just what have you been doing?"

Kai leaned in close to Shining as he pulled out a pair of sunglasses and slipped them onto his face. Shining's expression suddenly changed from annoyance to one of great shock.

"Your sister."