“Lemme see if Ah’ve got this figured out.” Applejack stroked her chin, deep in thought. “Yer gonna turn me an’ Rarity here into magic god-ponies like you.”
“That’s correct, Applejack.” Celestia had managed to remain calm, despite Applejack’s obvious cluelessness regarding the situation.
“That way, we can help you an’ Luna beat some mysterious evil.”
“That’s right.”
“That you don’t actually know what it looks like, or how strong it is.”
“You got it.”
The earth pony shifted awkwardly until a goofy smile spread on her face. “Well, sounds alright to me!” Her enthusiasm soon turned to concern, however. “Wait a minute, if Ah’m spending all mah time fightin’ evil, how am Ah gonna help around the farm?”
“You have nothing to worry about, Applejack,” Celestia stated in reassurement. “No matter what happens, you’ll still be able to go about your life like normal.”
“Thine life will just be... much longer, is all.”
“Oh, not that much longer, Luna.” Celestia chuckled nervously before giving a look of reflective discomfort. She shook her head to clear it of thousands of years of painful memories before addressing the two mares before her. “Well then, are you ready to begin?”
“Ready as rain, yer highness.” Applejack looked at her sleeping companion, and nudged her gently with an orange hoof. “Come on Rarity, we don’t got all day.”
“Huh? Oh... darling, I do hope you washed those hooves.”
Luna cleared her throat loudly before Applejack could give a witty retort. “Now then, give all thine attention to us as we perform the sacred ceremony of membership.” Without another word, she turned to her sister. Both princesses held a single hoof in the air as Applejack and Rarity prepared to witness a miracle itself.
In the span of merely five seconds, Celestia and Luna performed what was easily the most convoluted hoofshake ever witnessed by ponykind. Legs twisted in ways that would make even the most hardened dragon cringe. Rarity was almost certain that Luna had all four hooves up at one point, but it could very well be her sleep deprivation playing tricks on her. The unimaginable force emitted from the whirlwind of delicate hoof maneuvers knocked Applejack’s stetson clean off her head.
“Did you girls catch all that?” Celestia said with a smile.
“Uh... what in the heck was that just now?” Applejack still couldn’t come to grips with what she just saw.
Luna rolled her eyes, stamping an impatient hoof. “That was the super secret hoofshake for the league of justice! Thou art expected to know such things as members!”
“Oh, uh... yeah, Ah got it. Sorta.”
“Excellent.” Celestia’s horn began glowing with a blinding light; Luna’s soon followed suit. “Then I believe it is time to begin. We shall start with Rarity, since she only needs wings.”
For the first time that day, Rarity’s eyes shot wide open as the twin lights enveloped her. A comfortable warmth filled her body, draining the fatigue like juice through a straw. The sensation did not last long, and soon the seamstress found herself standing back in the throne room. Her tiredness no longer plagued her, but she felt otherwise unchanged.
“Whoa nelly!” Applejack stared wide-eyed at Rarity. “Rarity, yer a pegasus!”
Rarity turned her head to glance at her back. Sure enough, two beautiful white wings lay at her sides, waiting to carry her to far-away places.
“Hahaha... HAHAHAHA!” Rarity let out a maniacal laugh as she reared up on her hind legs. Her wings unfurled, releasing a powerful gust of wind that nearly knocked Applejack to the floor. “This... is... fantastic! I feel absolutely fabulous!”
“Er, yeah, that’s really somethin’ Rare.” Applejack crept nervously away from the elated mare. She turned her attention to the two princesses who, on the other hand, did not appear to be feeling “fabulous”. Both of the alicorns stood on shaking legs, with their gasping faces hanging low.
“Um, yer highnesses,” Applejack began, wearing an innocent face as she stood before the exhausted princesses. “Ah know Ah’ve said it a few times already, but Ah really do need to get home soon so-”
“Yes, I heard you the first hundred times! Gawd!” Celestia’s sudden outburst nearly sent Applejack to the floor. The alicorn looked over towards her sister, who looked to be in no better condition. “Luna, I am soooo never doing that again.”
“Thou hast taken the words straight from my mouth, dear sister.” Luna, unable to support her own weight, fell on her haunches with a painful thud.
Celestia looked back to Applejack, who appeared to be doing her best Fluttershy impression. With a heavy sigh, she used the remainder of her strength to give her trademark smile. “I apologize for my rudeness, Applejack. You see, this is the first time we’ve ever done this, so we weren’t expecting it to be so... taxing.”
“O-Oh, no, it’s alright,” Applejack stuttered, grinning nervously. “We don’t have to do this if it’s too much.”
“Don’t be silly. I said you would be gaining alicorn powers, and that is what I intend to give you.” Celestia suddenly found herself short on a solution to this issue. She pulled Luna’s head towards her, and the two began having a private conversation.
After nearly a minute of conversing, the sisters seemed to reach a conclusion. “Alright Applejack, I’m going to begin now.” Celestia strained with all her might to produce a spell. Veins began to pop, and a torrent of sweat fell from her brow as she focused intently, almost murderously on the quivering earth pony. Eventually, several small sparks shot from the tip of Celestia’s horn; shortly after, Applejack felt an unusual tingling sensation on her back and forehead.
Applejack looked at her back, only to find two cheaply assembled cardboard wings taped in place. She brushed a hoof over her forehead, almost knocking off the cone-esque board stuck there. “Uh... thanks?”
“Think nothing of it, Applejack.” Celestia smiled warmly, as though she had not just granted the confused mare a boon of cardboard. Luna and Rarity tried their hardest to stifle their giggles. “Well, there’s no need to take up any more of your time. Come back tomorrow for your first formal training session.”
“Training session?” Applejack cocked an eyebrow at the princess’ request. “Ah thought you said this wouldn’t take up too much of our time?”
“Did I say that?” Celestia looked at the ceiling thoughtfully. “Well, it doesn’t matter. See you tomorrow!”
“Come along now, darling.” Rarity walked with even more of a strut than usual, flaunting her new wings. “I’ll have us home in a jiffy with my improved magical abilities!”
“Hold on, just one more thing.” The other new “alicorn” turned back to face the two sisters. “Twilight seemed awful salty earlier. Y’all think she’ll be okay, right?”
“Don’t worry, Applejack. If I know my student, she’ll be back to her old self in no time. She just needs a little time to adjust.”
“Well... alright then.” Without another word, the two ponies vanished in a dazzling light. The second they were alone, Celestia dropped the smile from her face.
“Luna.”
“Yes, dear sister?”
“I need some bucking cake.”
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Carousel Boutique remained as Rarity had left it earlier during the day: orderly and quiet. Quiet, that is, except for the sound of one very bored filly scooting laps around the main room. Sweetie Belle grunted for what seemed like the thousandth time that day, waiting anxiously for her sister to return.
Why can’t she just hurry up? The mumbling filly came to a full stop, allowing her haunches to hit the ground. At that moment, a muffled ringing made itself present in Sweetie Belle’s ears, growing louder each second. She sat up with great curiosity, waiting for something to happen.
What actually ended up happening was nothing like Sweetie had anticipated. At the peak of the ringing sound’s volume, an enormous burst of energy exploded in the center of the room. The filly sat up straight, never once taking her eyes off of the cloud of smoke, magic, and...
Glitter?
As the glamorous veil cleared, Sweetie could make out two familiar shapes. One of the figures wore a hat, and the other had a mane style that nopony wouldn’t recognize.
“Tarnation, Rarity!” Applejack coughed up ashes and glitter. “You could kill a pony doin’ that without knowin’ how!”
“Not knowing how? We made it in one piece, didn’t we?” Rarity looked around at the familiar room, now decorated with a fresh coat of glitter. “Sweetie Belle! What did you do?!”
“Hey, I didn’t do that! You did!” The angry filly hopped up to her sister. As soon as she noticed the dramatic change in her appearance, she stopped dead in her tracks.
“Rarity, where’d you get those wings?” Suddenly, Sweetie’s eyes went wide as she came to a “reasonable” conclusion. “Oh my gosh! Are you... A PRINCESS?!”
“What? Of course not, don’t be silly!” Despite her denial of Sweetie’s claims, Rarity couldn’t help but imagine herself as the mare she’d always dreamed of being. “Although... I suppose I might see how you would come to that conclusion.”
As Sweetie Belle hopped excitedly around exclaiming that her sister was a “princess”, Applejack looked out one of the windows. It was still light out, luckily, but it was only a matter of time before the sun set. “Well, thank you kindly for the ride, Rarity, but Ah gotta get home like, right now.”
Before the farmpony could leave, Rarity stopped her. Not with a hoof, but with a magic wall. “Nonsense, darling. I’ll take you home myself!”
“Er, that’s alright. Ah’ll just walk myself home, if it’s all the same to you.” Applejack nervously edged her way around the barrier, desperate to make her way out the door before her fashionista friend could cover her with glitter again. Just as it seemed like she was in the clear, she collided with yet another obstacle.
“Gosh darnit, what in the heck did Ah-” Applejack cut off her rant upon seeing what the “obstacle” was. Suddenly, an awkward feeling welled up in her stomach. “Oh, uh... sorry Fluttershy, Ah didn’t see ya there.”
To Applejack’s surprise, Fluttershy didn’t seem particularly upset despite what transpired in Canterlot. In fact, she appeared to be pleasantly surprised to see the cowpony.
“Don’t worry about it, I’m alright. I just wasn’t expecting you back so soon since you didn’t take the same train as us.” Fluttershy seemed to be speaking to Applejack, but her eyes were passing glances past her and towards the interior of the boutique.
Applejack grinned nervously. “We, uh, didn’t take the train actually... wait, what am Ah doin’? Sorry Fluttershy, but Ah really gotta get home. See ya later!” Before Fluttershy could answer, the earth pony took off at full speed, periodically looking back to make sure her cardboard wings were still in place.
Fluttershy barely shot the fleeing mare a glance before anxiously walking into the building. “Um, Rarity, are you in here?” Her question was answered, however, as she spotted her best friend standing amidst what looked like the aftermath of an arts and crafts disaster.
Rarity spotted her dear friend and gave her a wide smile. “Fluttershy, darling, I’m surprised to see you here!”
“You are? But today’s our spa day, unless... I mean, unless you don’t feel like going.”
“Whatever would give you the idea I wouldn’t want to visit the spa? It’s like my home away from home!” Rarity chuckled before continuing. “Actually, I was more curious about how you made it home before us. Teleportation is much more efficient than a train... maybe that meeting with the princesses lasted longer than I thought?”
“Teleportation?” Fluttershy thought for a moment before noticing the wings on Rarity’s back. For some reason, seeing what her friend had become caused her fragile heart to sink. “O-Oh... right.”
“Fluttershy,” Rarity softly spoke, placing a friendly hoof around her friend’s shoulder, “you aren’t upset about today, are you? I’m not sure exactly what transpired while I was... catching up on my beauty sleep.”
“It’s nothing to worry about. After all, everything Princess Luna said was true.” Fluttershy looked down at the floor, a red glow appearing on her cheeks. “I’m just a coward and... I lack development.”
Rarity’s eyebrow raised in response to the last statement. “Development?”
“Um, nevermind... just forget I said anything.”
“Very well, darling.” Rarity stepped away from Fluttershy, looking at her various fabrics and sewing equipment. “Unfortunately, while I certainly would love to go to the spa, I still have so many orders to fill. I simply don’t have the time.”
“B-But you said you were going to teach me how to make cookies today!” Sweetie Belle’s squeaky voice fell on deaf ears, as Rarity had already become absorbed in her work. Fluttershy, feeling slightly dejected that her dearest friend couldn’t spend time with her, looked up at the overencumbered alicorn.
“If it’s alright with you, I-I’d be willing to help...” Fluttershy walked up to Rarity’s side, hoping that she had been able to hear her dainty voice.
“That’s quite alright.” Rarity didn’t take her eyes off of the levitating fabrics for even a second. “I couldn’t possibly impose.”
As much as she would have loved to accept help, it wouldn’t do to make poor Fluttershy take time out of her day to do such thankless work. As sheet after sheet of fabric flew by, Rarity become ever more focussed on her efforts. If she was to fulfill those orders on time, she needed to use every spare opportunity afforded to her.
It seemed that the transformation from earlier had not completely drained the tiredness from Rarity, however. The seamstress began seeing the backs of her eyelids as they slowly lowered in protest of prolonged wakefulness. Despite her greatest efforts, the past few sleepless days finally caught up to her, and she allowed her weary lids to fully close. Upon doing so, she was treated to an unusual sight. Unnaturally clear visions of her dress designs presented themselves in an orderly fashion. It was as though each and every step of the design process for each was outlined for her, with minimal effort required on her part. Her mind had become a designer’s paradise, and she had no idea why.
Rarity opened her eyes, only to find that everything was blurry. Furthermore, her ears refused to pick up sounds. What in Equestria is happening to me? She began to worry that her fatigue had finally caused unhealthy aftereffects, and this was her punishment for lack of rest. Her eyes slowly shifted to her right. Sweetie Belle was hopping in place, her brow furrowed. Her mouth was moving, but nothing was coming out. Not even a squeak. The confounded seamstress attempted to say something, only to find that she couldn’t even hear her own words. Yet Sweetie Belle must have heard them, as her hopping stopped, and her mouth ceased to move. Her look of indignation was replaced by one of confusion. What did I just say to her?
Rarity’s eyes shifted to her far left. Fluttershy was standing close to her side; like Sweetie Belle, she appeared to be saying something. Her large blue eyes stared directly into Rarity’s, and seemed to reflect concern, but also something else she could not recognize. Her mouth continued to move, and seemed to do so for an unusually long time. What is she trying to tell me? Sweat started to fall down Rarity’s face. I hope it isn’t too important, the poor dear never talks this much! Without warning, tears started to form in Fluttershy’s eyes, yet she continued to speak unhindered. W-Why is she crying?! Oh Celestia, what’s going on?!
The alicorn could no longer bear to look at her friend in that state. She focussed her attention once again on the levitating sheets of fabric in front of her. What she saw nearly caused her jaw to fall completely off her face. What appeared to be one impossibly long sheet of fabric was actually several sheets moving at breakneck speeds. It occurred to Rarity that she had not been paying attention to where the fabric was going; almost afraid to see the damages her inattention caused, she slowly followed the stream of colors with her eyes. This time, she nearly fell to the floor from shock.
Almost as quickly as the sheets arrived at their destination, they were cut and sewed at impossible speeds. Within seconds, dress after dress was fashioned with incredible finesse and accuracy. Suddenly, the fabric river came to a halt; all that was left of the miracle was a line of over twenty gorgeous Rarity originals, each one matching the designs she saw in her mind. The sight of several hours worth of work being performed in a matter of minutes was simply too much for the seamstress to comprehend. She hadn’t even realized that her eyesight was slowly becoming clear again.
“-hope that even though you’re an alicorn and have a lot of responsibilities, you’ll still be my best friend. I’m worried about you, Rarity, and I don’t want anything bad to happen to you, that’s all.”
Rarity just sat on the floor of the boutique, staring at the pile of dresses she had apparently crafted during her state of half-consciousness. Fluttershy, having finished the heartfelt speech she had been practicing for weeks, turned her head to see what her best friend was so enamored with. Upon seeing the aftermath, she covered her mouth with a hoof to stifle a nervous squeak.
“Sooooo...” Sweetie Belle decided to take responsibility for breaking the silence. “Does this mean we can make cookies now?”
Rarity shook her head; she still couldn’t believe what was happening. How had she performed such an incredible feat out of nowhere. Suddenly, she realized that this was not the first miracle she had produced that day. If her ability to teleport was due to her being an almighty god-pony...
“Rarity?”
“Y-Yes, Sweetie,” Rarity stammered. She managed to stand herself up, a wide grin spreading across her face. “Yes, we have time for cookies. We have PLENTY of time for cookies. We have time for everything.”
Sweetie Belle’s face beamed at her sister’s response. “Yay! I’m finally gonna get my baking cutie mark!”
Fluttershy, recovering from perhaps the longest talking streak of her life, was taken aback by Rarity’s newfound energy. “If you have some time, does that mean you can go to the spa today? I mean, you don’t have to, but-”
Two white legs wrapped themselves around Fluttershy’s neck; the sudden embrace caused her face to turn beet red. “Yes Fluttershy!” Rarity was practically yelling in the yellow mare’s ear. “We shall make cookies, and THEN, we shall go to the spa!”
Rarity released Fluttershy from her grasp and proceeded to hop around the room like an excited filly. “AND THEN, we shall do it all again, for I have so much free time! Haha! Hahahaha!”
As the seamstress bounced around the boutique in jovial madness, Fluttershy and Sweetie Belle looked at each other with expressions mixing joy and terror.
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“So... what yer tellin’ me is that the princess turned you into some sort of flyin’ unicorn.”
Applejack nodded at her brother from across the dinner table with a mouthful of apple crisp.
Big Mac glanced between the dangling wings and the silly cardboard cone his sister chose to adorn herself with. “And... she wants you to fight a monster nopony has ever seen.”
“Mmhmph.”
The massive red stallion paused for a moment before continuing. “And... you don’t see nothin’ wrong with that.”
Applejack forced the rest of the dessert down her throat, as her response couldn’t be comprised of just mumbles.
“Heck nah Ah don’t! The princess wouldn’t lie about somethin’ like this!” She looked back at her new set of wings with a proud expression on her face. “An’ with these babies, ah can do just about anythin’ I want! Y’all shoulda’ seen Rarity earlier, teleportin’ like it ain’t no thing.”
“Does Rarity have fake wings too?” Applebloom gave a sly smirk to her older sister.
“Fake?! These ain’t fake, Celestia gave ‘em to me herself!” As Applejack pounded the table, her left wing fell to the floor. Winona, hearing the soft thud of cardboard meeting wood, ran cheerfully over to the “authentic” wing. Sinking her teeth into the soft material, she took off out the house and into the apple orchard.
“You darn mutt, give that back!” Applejack abruptly got up from the table and chased after the thieving dog. “You don’t know what power yer messin’ with!”
Granny Smith shot a critical glance towards her fleeing granddaughter. “Goshdarn flyin’ unicorns an’ their fancy magic tricks! It’s a crime against nature is what it is!”
“Eeyup”. Shaking his head in exasperation, Big Macintosh reached over to take the rest of his “immortal” sister’s apple crisp.
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The night had recently fallen over Equestria. Not that Spike had noticed. Twilight, for whatever reason, hadn’t returned to the library. What that meant, of course, was that the baby dragon had the whole tree to himself. And there was only one logical course of action for him to take when he had some quality alone time.
“Looking good, Spike.” The pint-sized dragon flexed his muscles in front Twilight’s favorite mirror. “Looking real good!”
He adjusted the purple sock adorning his head. He had found it in the drawer near Twilight’s bed. The same drawer she had told him never to look in, no matter what. The drawer with her socks and all those weird drawings of Celestia, and some other stuff he didn’t recognize. Normally he wouldn’t invade the librarian’s privacy like this, but those sorts of rules only apply when she’s around, right?
“Is that a new hat, Spike?” He posed for his reflected audience, swinging the dangling sock side to side. “Gotta say, that color looks hot with your scales!”
A crackling sound interrupted Spike’s private show, causing him to turn his head towards the bedroom door. Smoke was rising from the sides as flames slowly consumed the wood.
“Okay, that’s way too hot!” The dragon’s eyes went wide as he realized his unmatched sexiness was burning down his home. “A-Alright, don’t panic Spike. What did Twilight say to do in case this happened?... Oh, that’s right!” Spike quickly fell to the floor, rolling in a small circle. After a few seconds, he looked back up at the door... which was still burning.
“Oh geez... what am I gonna tell-”
Before he could finish, the slow burning became an all-consuming inferno. Within seconds, the entire helpless door was incinerated. Yet after the door’s demise, the flames completely vanished as well.
Spike looked up at the figure standing in the charred entrance. “Oh thank goodness it’s you, Twi... light?”
The mare entering the room was indeed Twilight Sparkle. However, something about her seemed off to the dragon. Like how her hair was a complete mess, as opposed to its usual clean-cut style. Or how her eyes stared straight ahead, hateful and unloving. Or how she had just burned a door down by standing near it.
“Hey, are you okay? Where have you been all day? The train got back hours ago!” Spike, noticing the pilfered sock lying on the ground, reached to pick it up discreetly. However, as the unicorn callously stepped on the poor clothing article, it burned into nothing but a pile of ash.
“Taking a walk.” Twilight stopped in front of her window and stared at her own reflection.
“So,” Spike asked nervously, “how did everything go at Canterlot?”
Twilight’s neck slowly turned until she faced the inquisitive dragon. In an instant her coldness was replaced by overdramatic enthusiasm, the type of happiness that wouldn’t fool a rock.
“Oh, it was just wonderful, Spike!” Twilight waved her front legs in the air, feigning excitement. “We all had such a lovely conversation with the princesses! We talked about the weather, and our lessons in friendship... you know, fun stuff like that.”
“Well, that sounds pretty ni-”
“Oh, and guess what else? Turns out Celestia and Luna have some secret society where they’re going to turn us into alicorns and we’ll live forever and protect the world!”
“Oh... well, that’s kinda-”
“But it turns out that I’m not good enough!” Twilight’s grinning slowly became more and more demented as she spoke. “What was the reason they gave again? Oh right; apparently I’m unstable. Can you believe that, Spike? Me, unstable! It’s crazy!”
“Twilight, I think you need to calm down a bit.”
“What are you talking about, Spike? I’m perfectly calm.” The shaking unicorn collapsed onto her bed which, despite providing cottony warmth, could not offer the sensation she desired. “I’m the most level-headed pony in Ponyville. It’s not like I solve everypony’s problems on a weekly basis, or learned magic from the most powerful pony in Equestria. I’m pretty much as balanced as you get!”
“Um, Twilight, do you need your apple juice?” Spike tried to be comforting, while still keeping a safe distance from the troubled mare. “I can go get some for you if you think it would help.”
That word. Apple. Twilight’s pupils narrowed as she stared at the baby dragon with murderous rage. Applejack used to like apples. Before she stabbed me in the back.
“Okay, I’m gonna go get some apple juice,” Spike said, backing slowly out of the hate-filled room. “You just... sit tight for a second.”
Suddenly she was alone again. To Twilight, it seemed as if that was the theme of the day. The dejected unicorn looked at her harrowed reflection in the window. What she saw was not the fun-loving, studious librarian that everypony loved; all that stared back was a shambling wreck of a mare, a pony who’s love and happiness had been torn out of her in the blink of an eye.
How had everything gone so wrong? When she woke up that fateful morning, she had five loyal friends. Friends who would do anything for her, and whom she would never even consider hurting. She had a loving mentor, a mother figure, a princess she wanted to spend the rest of her life with. A princess she would do anything to stay with for the rest of eternity itself.
Yet all of that had been taken from her. Two of her friends had viciously taken the one thing she had been dreaming of ever since laying eyes on Celestia. That one chance to become a being who could stay by her side for thousands of years to come. Rarity and Applejack... they were no better than thieves, stealing the only thing that kept her going.
No... they were murderers. They didn’t even want to be immortal; they just wanted to kill Twilight’s chance at achieving true happiness. Those mules, those... worthless hussies. They were probably in their homes, laughing at Twilight’s misery and enjoying the fruits of her labor. Where would they be without her to guide them? Ungrateful horses.
And Celestia... for years, Twilight had tried to become the student she always wanted her to be. All of those years studying, every second of her life... everything was devoted to pleasing the princess. In the end, what was the result of this backbreaking effort? To be rejected in favor of two ponies who wouldn’t even understand Ponethagoras’ Theorem.
Why? Twilight couldn’t help but ask this simple question. Why did this happen?
Twilight’s train of thought was shattered by an offensive peeping coming from Spike’s corner of the room. She slowly raised her head, staring daggers at the source of the wretched noise. There, in a soft orange bundle amongst the baby dragon’s belongings, was the baby phoenix she had all but forgotten about.
Of course! A maniacal grin spread across the disturbed unicorn’s face. The enemy has been living amongst us this whole time! How could I have been so naive?
A shiny gem from one of Spike and Rarity’s mountain excursions slowly levitated dangerously close to the chick’s head. Before Twilight could do something she probably wouldn’t regret, Spike came to the rescue with apple juice in hand.
“Twilight, no!” He ran in and grabbed the gem with his free hand, shielding the phoenix with his body. “Leave Peewee alone, he didn’t do anything!”
“He’s the enemy, Spike!” An accusatory hoof pointed directly at the clueless bird. “He’s been in cahoots with Philomena this whole time, trying to destroy my reputation!”
“Okay, now you’re just acting crazy!”
“I. AM NOT. CRAZY.”
An uncomfortable silence filled the air, before Spike finally made the first move.
“Look, I’m just gonna put this right here.” Spike placed the glass of delicious apple juice on the bed stand next to Twilight. “Now I’m gonna go get some of the leftover cookies. And I’m taking Peewee with me, so don’t try anything funny.” The baby dragon gathered the orange feathery bundle and cautiously left Twilight to herself again.
Twilight tried her best to calm down at least a little bit. Maybe I am overthinking things. She lowered her head back onto her pillow, closing her eyes and trying to release some of her rage. Yet all she could see, practically engraved on the back of her eyelids, was Luna’s disapproving face as she said that word. Unstable.
“I’m not unstable...” Twilight muttered to herself. She could feel hot tears forming in her eyes as the events of that afternoon replayed repeatedly in her head. “I’m not unstable...”
Her throat was dry. Turning her head to the bed stand, she saw orange liquid refreshment waiting for her. Weak magic enveloped the glass, bringing it to Twilight’s weary muzzle. Her eyes simply stared down at the delicious substance, which was usually able to calm her nerves on a particularly difficult day. A single tear fell into the glass, creating a ripple that was almost captivating in its simplicity.
Except the ripple wouldn’t stop. It just kept creating wave after wave of apple juice. Twilight peered closer at the unusual shapes being created by that one tear. Her eyes widened as she suddenly saw a familiar face staring back up at her. Applejack’s face.
“It’s okay, Twi. Ah’ll take good care of the princess for ya!” The face was friendly, yet at the same time, mocking.
“No...” Tears began to fall with more frequency as Twilight pleaded to the delicious phantom.
“I’m sorry darling, but you’re simply too... uncouth to associate with the likes of us.” Rarity’s face appeared this time, carrying that same mocking tone.
“No no no no...”
Luna’s face was next to appear. “Uncouth. T’would be more accurate to say that thou art... unstable.”
“No no no no no no no”
“Twiliiiiiight...”
Twilight gasped as the juice addressed her with a sickeningly familiar voice. “C-Celestia...?”
Sure enough, the object of her affection’s glorious visage appeared on the surface of the rippling beverage.
“You’ve always been a good student, Twilight.”
“I... I have?”
“Yes. But I’m afraid you just weren’t good enough.”
“NO!” Twilight desperately pleaded to the beloved image. “Please don’t leave me! I’ll do better!”
“I’m sorry, but it is too late for that. I have new students now who are far more capable than you.” Celestia’s voice lingered as the rippling finally began to cease. “Farewell, Twilight Sparkle. Forever.”
“NO! CELESTIA!” The tears were flowing at full force now as Twilight practically begged for the glass’ affection. “I love you Celestia! Please don’t leave me! DON’T LEAVE MEEEEEEE!”
“Alright, Twilight, I got some cookies. Let’s just have a nice snack and try to-”
“COME BACK, PLEASE! I THOUGHT YOU LOVED ME! CELESTIAAAAAA!”
Spike stared blankly as Twilight desperately inhaled the apple juice, only occasionally stopping to scream Celestia’s name. He slowly backed out of the room, a single bead of sweat creeping down his face.