Trick's Flashfics

by Trick Question


Princess of Eggs

Princess Twilight Sparkle was writing an official proclamation on proper book-binding care when Pinkie Pie entered her study.

"Twilight! Thank goodness!" said Pinkie Pie, panting rapidly. Her mane was a mess.

"Pinkie, what's wrong?" asked Twilight, setting down her quill.

"I think my farts might not smell like scrambled eggs and only a princess can help me!"

"Oh, well I'm glad... wait, what?"

"I always thought my farts smelled like delicious scrambled eggs, but I just remembered as a filly I had a book about ponies eating scrambled eggs—so maybe I farted while I was reading the book and got confused and the only way I can know is if somepony in a position of authority tells me!!!" she said, then gasped and turned around, lifting her tail in Twilight Sparkle's face.

"PINKIE, NO!"


Dear Princess Celestia,

Please find my crown enclosed. (I'm keeping the castle.)

Sincerely,
Princess Twilight Sparkle