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// I Regret Nothing 
// Story: 30 Days/ 30 Stories 
// by Fenton 
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“Brother, I have some good news.”

Scorpan raised his head from the Disneigh Magazine he was reading. “You bought ice cream?” he asked, the eyes filled with hope.

“No, brother. I have discovered a new land for us to conquer,” said Tirek. “A land filled with magic.”

“Oh?”

“Yes, Equestria, a land full of magical and powerful ponies.”

“Ponies?”

Tirek sighed. “You know, ponies, like the one we captured a week ago, quadruped, with bright colors and singing all the time?”

Scorpan’s face lit up. “Ah, I see! Though, I prefered him with his colours. Now he’s just all grey, and he doesn’t sing anymore.”

“Scorpan, I’m talking about conquest, power” Tirek groaned. “A whole country to enslave. The ponies will be at our command!”

“Yes?”

“Yes! They will bow before us and beg for our mercy!” Tirek burst into evil laughter.

“Yeah!” added Scorpan. “And we’ll make them bake us cake. And we won’t even pay!”

Scorpan joined his brother in his laughter, but Tirek stopped. “Scorpan. Scorpan!”

“What?”

“Nevermind.”





“Scorpan! What. Are. You. Doing?”

Said Scorpan, lying on the ground, was swarmed by dozens of ponies dedicated to not let any single part of his body without a hug.

“I’m having the time of my life!” he said, before gulping another cake from the big tray on his right.

“B-but, what about the conquest? And power?”

“Meh, I got friendship now. And cakes.”

Tirek’s face was deadpan, only his eyes twitched. “Friendship?”

“Yes, let me explain with a trick these ponies taught me.” He cleared his throat.

Wheeeeeen, you are on the ground
And feeling down, down, down
You can trust in your friends
To make you zen, zen, zen

If you are a sad little boy
They will bring you joy, joy, joy
If you feel a little sick
They will heal with a —

“ENOUGH!”

The ponies gasped. “He dared interrupt the song!” said one of them.

Tirek looked with fired-eyes at the crowd. “Who said that?”

“It’s me, Surprise,” said a white pegasus.

“How is this even a surprise?”

“No, silly,” giggled the pegasus. “My name is Surprise.”

Tirek turned to Scorpan. “What is she talking about?”

“It’s her name, brother. They all have funny names. Like this one.” Scorpan lifted a pony in his hand.

“Hi, I’m Silky Bristle,” said the pony.

“Or this one,” said Scorpan, putting  down and lifting another pony.

“And I’m Twinkly Dingly.”

“See?”

Tirek was fuming. “Scorpan, you will stop this nonsense now and help me enslave these ponies!”

“... No,” said Scorpan, his head low.

“NO?”

“Yes no, I mean, no I won’t. You’re always yelling at me. You-You’re just a meanie pants.”





Pinkie closed the book. “And that’s how Tirek gave up on his conquest, and how Scorpan became friend with ponies. So, Pound, Pumpkin, what do we learn from this story?”

The twins babbled.

“Exactly, be kind with your brother and your sister.” She kissed them on their forehead. “ That and always brush your teeth.”