//------------------------------// // Princess by Anonymoose // Story: Tainted Love: A Twysalis Prompt Tag Collab // by Foals Errand //------------------------------// By Anonymoose “Chrysalis!” Twilight screamed. “What have you done‽” “I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry,” Chrysalis wailed. “I didn’t mean to. She just yelling and and saying I didn’t deserve you and—” “That’s no reason to kill her,” Twilight snapped. She looked down at the body of her beloved mentor. Her first close friend. The pony she looked up to, at times, as a second mother. One of the most important ponies in Twilight’s life. “Buck! We’ve gotta hide this,” Twilight said, pacing back and forth. “Luna said she had been able to raise the sun last time Celestia was gone… what if we?” “You aren’t thinking what I think you are thinking, are you?” Chrysalis asked. She put a holey-hoof on Twilight’s shoulder, trying to calm the mare down. “Yes. Yes I am thinking it, Chrysalis,” Twilight cackled, pulling her lover into an embrace. “It’s perfect! I know this will work, I am one-hundred percent certain of it!” “Your highness,” Raven asked the mare atop her throne. “Are you alright?” “Yes yes, quite fine,” Celestia answered, as a lavender aura enveloped her lower jaw. “Send in the next petitioner.” “Are you sure, Your Majesty?” Raven asked. “I could send for the castle doctor to—” “No!” Celestia answered with a shriek. “I am perfectly fine. As I said, send in the next petitioner.” Obeying Celestia’s orders, Raven had the porter call the next petitioner. “Announcing His Royal Highness, Prince Blueblood the Third, Duke of Canterlot.” “Greetings Auntie,” Blueblood said as he strode into the hall. “It is good to see you in such good health.” Raven stared incredulously at the pompous windbag. Was that a dig at Her Majesty? She was looking a little under the weather, but— Oh, no. It wasn’t that. Blueblood hadn’t even deigned to lower his muzzle and even look at his aunt. “What can I do for you, nephew?” “As you know, Auntie,” Blueblood began with an air of self-importance, “the Royal Equestrian Society for the Preservation of History has recently opened their exhibit of Unicorn Royalty through the Ages. Our own family has several pieces of antique memorabilia from our own collection.” “Yes, I was surprised your family was so… generous,” Celestia replied. “Well, yes, the Blood’s have always been known as a generous family.” The silence of the courtroom was such that one could have heard a needle being dropped… in Vanhoover. “It is just that… oh, how do I put this delicately?” Blueblood asked himself. “It is just that, well, since the opening of the exhibit, filthy commoners have come in droves to defile our precious historical artifacts with their unworthy eyes. “As such, on behalf of my family, I would like to request that an income check be placed on all attendee’s to the exhibit, to weed out the riff-raff. We thought that anyone with less than one-hundred-thousand bits in their account should be deni—” “That’s over ninety percent of the population,” a very un-Celestia sounding voice screamed out. Blueblood looked at his aunt for the first time. Her head was lolling to the side, her eyeballs rolled up into her head. And her tongue was hanging out obscenely. “Twilight,” another voice said. “Calm down, it’s only—” “It’s only the history of our nation! It is important that everypony should have free and unfettered access to such knowledge. He should be banished to the moon.” Blueblood stared nervously at his aunt. Something was very wrong with her, and now she was threatening to banish him to the moon! “Celestia would never banish anypony to the moon, Sparkle,” Celestia said, before pausing.  “Well, aside from the obvious.” “A-Auntie?” Blueblood asked with concern. “Oh buck! He can hear us. You left it on!” “Petition denied,” Celestia boomed out in her normal voice. Her head still continued to loll to the side. “Ravel, call the next petitioner.” “Raven!” came another voice. “That is what I meant to say. Raven! Call the next petitioner.” “V-very well, your majesty,” Raven replied. “C-call the next petitioner…” Duke Silverstar of Appleoosa strode confidently through the hall. “Howdy, Yer Majesty!” “Greetings, Duke Silverstar, what can—” At that point, the Duke screamed, as Celestia’s head fell off her body and rolled down the steps, across the red carpeted floor, stopping at his hooves. “Well,” Twilight said, looking up at the burning capitol once known as Canterlot. “That escalated quickly!” Chrysalis laid her holey-hoof over Twilight’s withers. “It’s okay, love. Luna will sort this out.” They both stared up at the flames, and the panicking lunar alicorn flying around trying to direct the emergency ponies. “You know what…” Chrysalis said, breaking the silence. “I probably should have used my shape-shifting powers.” “Buck!” Twilight facehoofed almost hard enough to give herself a concussion. “That would have been a much better plan!”