“…And that is why teamwork is so important,” cooed Nixi as she smiled at her two baby dragons as they lied on opposite sides of her bed.
Leon and Parker both took a moment to try and figure out what had just happened.
“Wait…,” pondered Leon. “Weren’t we just in a dungeon fighting a giant minotaur?”
“Yeah…,” gasped Parker. “I totally kicked its butt!”
Nixi chuckled as she used her magic to bring the blankets over the three of them.
“Oh,” she smiled. “I think my little boys fell asleep while mommy was telling her bedtime story.”
Leon and Parker exchanged a look.
“But…,” grasped Parker. “It felt so real.”
Nixi took her hoof and rubbed it around Leon’s twin.
“That’s what good storytelling does,” she stated. “It helps you have great dreams and wonderfully imaginative ideas.”
Leon yawned as he checked to see that he was in his onesie and wearing a cozy nighttime diaper.
“I suppose,” he replied while getting himself comfortable alongside his caretaker.
Parker let out a yawn as, he too, realized he was in his onesie and night diaper.
“Okay,” he conceded while nuzzling himself on Nixi’s opposite side. “I hope I get more of that dream.”
“You will,” grinned Nixi as she used her magic to turn off the lights. She then magically activated a constellation-projecting night lite that played a lulling tune. It wasn’t long after that both Leon and Parker fell asleep.
“Good boys,” she cooed while levitating a piece of paper and a pen in front of herself. After writing something upon the parchment, Nixi magically cut a tiny hole in the air and slid the letter through it.
“And good night to you, too, Discord,” she giggled as she snuggled Leon and Parker against her warm white coat before joining them in slumber land.
***
POOF!
“Now that was an interesting adventure,” remarked Spike upon seeing the familiar interior of The Castle of Friendship.
“Eeyup!” Big Mac nodded.
There was an awkward pause.
“Discord…?” wondered Spike. “Don’t you have any thoughts on our mission?”
The chamber remained silent except for the crickets chirping outside.
“Guess he up and went home,” stated the red-colored Earth Pony.
“I guess so,” Spike shrugged. “Oh, well. More snacks for us!”
Big Mac and Spike shared in the remaining treats they had gathered for their adventure until the time came for them to go their separate ways.
***
“How?” Discord asked a smaller clone of himself while pacing in his pocket dimension. “How was I, the master of chaos and whim, outwitted by a mere Unicorn?”
“No way!” the clone protested. “Nobody outwits you, Discord!”
“You’re right,” the draconequus replied. “Perhaps I was just a bit too careless. Maybe just a bit too impatient to spice up the game that I let her have a bit too much control over how things played out?”
FWOO
PIP
“What?” he wondered as a paper drifted over his long face. “What’s this?”
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Dearest Discord:
I kindly ask that you talk to me before planning any play dates with my boys. They mean the multiverse to me and I want them to live very long childhoods under my care.
Oh, as I know you’re probably grumpy about it, I apologize for manipulating your ‘game’. It needed to be done to ensure my precious children made their bedtime while also not getting hurt. Perhaps you could ask Fluttershy about what it means to feel so responsible for others if you are having difficulty comprehending what I’m trying to say.
Also, so we’re clear, I am now keeping a better monitor on our dimension. I had wondered when another spirit would visit and I never thought it would be the one who embodies chaos. However, so you know, I am the spirit of order. Things are the way they should be and all mischief is managed. How do you think I’m such a good caretaker? Boys will be boys and someone must maintain order to ensure they and the world around them is safe. Plus my dimension is far larger than the one you have for yourself. So I have many things to keep ‘just so’ in order to ensure my children are eternally safe and happy.
Thanks for respecting my wishes and do make sure to ‘knock’ should you wish to visit again.
Cheers,
Nixi
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Discord growled as he used his powers to turn the paper into a ‘stress ball’ that was shaped like Nixi.
“Spirit of order,” he grumped while making the foamy Nixi squeak with each squish of his paw. “We’ll see who gets the last laugh. Oh, yes. I will definitely find a way to put some delightful chaos into your life.”
The master of chaos gave the Nixi stress toy a great squeeze that caused it to pop under the pressure.
POOF!
Discord suddenly found himself in a nursery with a mobile of Nixi hovering above his now diapered self.
“Thought so,” the Nixi’s on the mobile said mockingly. “Now use this five minute ‘Time Out’ to think on keeping cool when you’re feeling grumpy.”
“Oh,” he scowled to himself as a pacifier now bobbed in his mouth. “It is on, little pony. You’re going to be my new, best, friend….”