This story is a sequel to Diary of an Aspiring Tyrant

As this is a side story, reading the main fic first would probably help, but it isn't strictly necessary.

Brady isn't a perfect sloth. To claim such would invoke the wrath of the Most Holy One, for He alone is perfection incarnate. But she would take pride in being a faithful servant to the dictatorship, if Pride weren't a Sin. She lives her life as any good sloth should: humbly accepting the mandates of Father Folivus, and never questioning the kindness He has shown to His lowly people.

But her faith is beginning to shake, thanks to her new career as a secretary for the Yugoslothvian ambassador in Equestria. She has been exposed to the ponies, creatures who have never so much as seen nitroglycerin. They believe in princesses who control the cosmos. Blasphemous, of course. Only the Father has power over the sun and moon. But the conviction of these small horses rivals her own, and where there is belief there is doubt.

And doubt may bloom into something worse if one of the princesses decides to visit the embassy.

Praise Father Folivus, for in Him alone there is mercy.

(Thanks to SpaceCommie for editing!)