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// To Propose A Proposal 
// Story: One Bolt, Many Questions 
// by Boltsinger 
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I need your… advice… I’ve got this… um… issue? Not really an issue, more of an idea. But I don’t know how to go about it or what to do or anything like that! I would go into detail, but… Could you maybe come to Ponyville? This is something I need to talk to you about in person… B-but we can’t tell Twilight what we’re talking about! You… You could bring Flurry, and have Twilight look after her while we… um… talk. This is super important, and Twilight can’t know! Please? I… suppose it’ll be easier to explain when I see you, huh?
Sincerely, Boltsinger” the letter read, floating in front of the Unicorn’s face. Shining Armor never expected a letter from Boltsinger, but he felt that this was something rather important.
“So, what’s the letter about?” Cadence asked, taking a peek over her husband’s shoulder.
“He wouldn’t say. All I know is that it’s important.” he replied, floating it over to her. “I could tell even before he said it was.”
“How so?” she wondered, looking it over.
“He stammered in his writing.” He told her, getting up and heading for the nursery. “I’m going to hear him out. Are you able to come with us?”
“I have too much to take care of here.” Cadence stated, rolling the letter up and putting it aside. “You have a good trip, though.”
Shining Armor smiled to himself as he left. “It should be… interesting.”





The next day, Boltsinger paced his way through the music room, his pet monkey riding on his back. He had filled it with various bookshelves, books of music filling about half of them, with instrument guides dotting the collection as well. There were music stands stashed in a corner, some holding books of their own. He never got a reply to the letter he had sent to the Crystal Empire, and he was beginning to freak out.
“So… is he not coming?” He wondered, looking at the floor as he circled the room. “Does he not think it’s important? Does he not think I’m important enough to warrant a visit? Did he figure out what I wanted to ask him about? I mean Rarity says I’m not very hard to figure out and everypony else can tell what I’m thinking most of the time and then there’s the way I wrote the letter, and… is it weird to transcribe your own stammer? I don’t know, I just want to make sure I do this right and he’s the only pony I know who’s done this before!” He stopped his pacing, looking back and forth with his ears low. “Maybe I’m making a mistake… Maybe this is too big of a step! Maybe I should just give up on the whole idea an--” his thoughts were interrupted by a sudden impact to the back of his head, causing it to wobble slightly. He turned his head to see Abu pointing at him repeatedly, letting out various monkey noises as if he were lecturing his owner. “Yes, yes, I understand! Thanks, Abu, I really needed that.” The monkey calmed down, sitting back down and sifting through the stallion’s mane as per usual.
A knock came at the door. “Boltsinger! Somepony’s here!” Twilight announced from beyond. “I’m gonna go see who it is. You want to join me?”
Boltsinger opened the door, seeing Twilight turning to leave. “Definitely.” He trotted next to the mare as his monkey sidekick climbed a pillar on the wall. He turned his head towards Twilight as they made their way. “So, what have you been up to?”
“Starlight and I were practicing advanced magic in the library.” She lit up her horn slightly, creating sparks above her head. “She may not be my student anymore, but we always teach each other new tricks when we discover them!” She leaned in close to him, putting a wing on his back. “A while back, she apparently created a spell that lets you share feelings that you can’t put into words. She perfected it a week ago, and we went over it together today. I’ll show you in detail later if you want!”
“I think I’m good on that front.” he said, shaking his head. “Although I think I know which spell you’re talking about. Sunburst told me that she used something like that when they finally confessed their feelings for each other. She made it in a bit of a panic, and it just kinda… worked. I only saw the aftermath.”
The two ponies came to the main entrance to the castle, hearing the sound of a crying foal. Twilight’s face lit up upon hearing it, as she dashed over to the door as quickly as possible. She opened the door wide, met with a tackling hug from a tiny Alicorn.
“Flurry!” She called, embracing her niece tightly. “Why are you here, Bug?”
“She’s here because I’m here, obviously!” a deep voice told her. “I had some business here in Ponyville, and I thought it would be good for Flurry to visit the ‘Best Aunt Ever’!”
Boltsinger looked at the stallion in the doorway, who looked back at him with a knowing wink. “Shining Armor! Great to see you!” He greeted, rushing to the Unicorn’s side. “I take it you got my letter?” He whispered.
“Got it and came as soon as I could.” He replied, floating all of Flurry’s things inside. “What’s the ‘super important’ thing you need to talk about?”
“Not something I can talk freely about in present company…” he explained, directing his eyes at the laughing Alicorn laying on her back. He cleared his throat, catching Twilight’s attention. “So, I’m gonna help Shining Armor with the… uh…”
“Business.” the older stallion stated.
“Business! Yes! The business he has here in Ponyville!” He finished, laughing as nervously as the day he arrived. “GOTTAGOLOVEYOUBYE!!!” With that, he literally took off towards Ponyville
Twilight looked at the streak left behind by the stallion’s sheer speed. “He seems nervous… What’s going on?”
Shining Armor gave a nervous smile of his own. “It’s… uh… really urgent business! I’d better go catch up to him! You two have fun!” He gave his foal a kiss on the cheek and galloped off as fast as his legs would take him.





Boltsinger landed next to Sugar Cube Corner, looking around to see Shining Armor galloping up to him. “Sorry about that! Got a little nervous…” He said, bowing his head. “I guess I owe you a bit of an explanation, huh?”
Shining Armor gave a nod, walking into the establishment. “And a cupcake or two. I wanna get Flurry and Cadence some treats.”
“Can do. I need to talk to Pinkie anyway.” the Pegasus agreed.
“Ah! Boltsinger! How are you doing, dearie?” Mrs. Cake asked as she spied the stallion. “And… Prince Shining Armor? What brings you to Ponyville?”
Shining Armor smiled at the swirly mare. “You just said hello to the reason, Mrs. Cake. Bolt and I are having a… special visit. Don’t tell Twilight about what we talk about here, okay?”
Mrs. Cake giggled. “Oh, of course! Is there anything I can get you boys?”
“Well, I could use a Pinkie Pie right about now.” Boltsinger stated. “But I’d also love some cupcakes. Chocolate for me… I think Starlight likes those, too, along with some of Twilight’s favorite, and a few sapphire cupcakes for Spike.” Mrs. Cake rang up the price, which the orange pony placed on the counter. Shining Armor placed his order as the Pegasus headed for the nearest table, setting his rump down beside it.
Shining Armor sat beside Boltsinger, looking at the stallion as he pawed the floor with a foreleg. “Okay, so what’s so important that you have to write a letter so awkwardly-worded that you stammered in ink?”
Boltsinger slapped his muzzle with his wings, taking a long, deep breath. “There’s… two things I need.” he began, holding out a wing with one feather outstretched. “First, I need your advice. You’re the only pony I know who’s done the thing I’m thinking about… at least in recent years… So I figured you were the best source of information on the subject. Plus I don’t want Twilight to know that I read ahead of her in our book.”
“What kind of thing would you need advice about?” the Unicorn wondered, leaning against the table. “And why would it need to come from me?”
Boltsinger extended another feather. “That brings me to the second thing I need…” he continued, the nerves coming back with a vengeance. “I need… Oh, how do I put this?” He stood up, pacing around the room. “I need… your… not advice, not approval, well it’s a kind of approval, I guess, but it’s a different kind of approval than the approval you’ve already approved of, but it’s still a kind of approval I really really really really REALLY want!” He stopped walking, looking wide-eyed into Shining Armor’s as he hyperventilated. “I need your… your…”
Shining Armor reached forward, putting his hooves on his friend’s shoulders. “Calm down… You’ve been living with Twilight for a while, now. I know freak-outs tend to happen. Just slow down, search your thoughts, and say what you need to say, okay?”
Boltsinger’s breathing slowed, his hindquarters and gaze falling to the floor once more. “I need your... “ he took a quick but deep breath, as if to postpone what he had to say. “I need your--”
“Hi, Bolt!” Pinkie greeted, sitting between the two stallions. “Hi, Shining Armor! Mrs. Cake said you wanted to see me! What do you need?”
“Ah! Pinkie! Your timing is nothing short of uncanny!” Boltsinger exclaimed, smiling at the party pony. “I have a need for a…” He leaned in close, his eyes darting to either side. “Party…” he whispered.
Pinkie’s face lit up in its usual way. “Ooh! What kind of party?”
“I don’t know when it’ll be, and I don’t know the exact details, but it’s the kind of… party… you throw after a major event.” he explained. He put a wing up to hide his muzzle as he whispered what details he could into her ear.
When the Pegasus pulled away, Pinkie put on a smug expression, waving her hoof in the air between them. “Psshh! I started planning that one the moment you two got together!” she bragged.
Boltsinger’s mouth hung open as he tilted his head, looking at the poofy mare in utter disbelief. “How have you been planning this for so long? Where do you keep all of these plans?!”
“Secret party planning cave.” Pinkie informed him. “Well, I’m gonna go finalize those plans! Bye!” She got up, walking over to one of the display shelves. She pulled up on a display piece, revealing it to be a kind of lever as a trap door opened beneath her, causing her to disappear into the hole below. Boltsinger and Shining Armor ran over and looked down at the opening, seeing it close tight before them. The stallions looked at each other, then back at the floor, which looked like nothing in it had changed, in awe.
“So… that’s a thing.” Boltsinger said, going back to the table.
“So, before we were interrupted, you said you needed something from me?” Shining Armor lead, joining the younger pony.
“Yes. I need your advice.” Boltsinger pointed out.
“And… you also need my…?” Shining Armor continued, making a beckoning motion with his hoof.
Boltsinger sighed. “I need… your… your blessing…” he mumbled.
“My what?” the Unicorn asked. “I didn’t quite catch it.”
“I need your…” he coughed into his foreleg. “...blessing…” He continued muffling himself with more coughing.
“Could you maybe speak up?” he requested, putting a hoof to his ear. “You seem to be mumbling.”
Boltsinger inhaled sharply, sitting up straight. “I…” he started, his eyes closed. “I NEED YOUR BLESSING, OKAY?!!!” He shouted, his entire body rising off of the floor as his legs and wings flared out in different directions. The power of his voice sent a localized wind in Shining Armor’s face, causing him to create a magical shield in front of himself. Boltsinger’s body lowered back down to the floor. He sat at the table, slamming his head down onto it with a loud, frustrated groan.
Shining Armor dispelled his shield, looking at the stallion before him. “Wait, when you say ‘blessing’, do you mean--”
Boltsinger’s head shot up from the table. “YES!” He exclaimed with an intense and determined frown. “That is exactly what I mean!” His head hit the table once more with a loud thud. He took a few deep breaths, not moving from his position. “I’ve had… issues… every time the situation between Twilight and I… moves forward. She’s always been the one to take the initiative. She talked to me first. She kissed me first. She moved all my stuff into the bedroom! I’ve always tried to be… complacent. Wanting to keep things as they are ‘cause I always thought it was as good as I was ever gonna get!” He slowly raised his head, turning to look at the brother of the mare he loved. “But there’s one thing I’m absolutely certain of…”
Shining Armor gave Boltsinger a challenging look. “And what would that be?” he asked, jutting his head closer.
“I want to be with Twilight for the rest of my life.” the Pegasus flatly informed him. “Commitment and all. Through absolutely everything. And I’m willing to tell all of Equestria that if I have to.”
Shining Armor smiled warmly at the Pegasus. “Well said, soldier.” He affirmed, putting a hoof on his shoulder. “You know, you were already family. We covered that much on Hearth’s Warming. What you’re basically talking about doing is… making it official. Why would I not be okay with that?”
Boltsinger looked at the smiling face of the visiting pony, taking another deep breath. “Okay. Well I guess that brings me to my advice.” he started. “How in Equestria did you bring yourself to being able to propose to a Princess?”
“Well, I guess I might have cheated a little.” Shining Armor told him. “You see, Twily and me already had a long history with Cadence. She was Twily’s foal-sitter, and we’d been friends for years. We already had a pretty stable relationship going, so popping that question was a no-brainer. I didn’t see her as a Princess, but as the mare that I wanted to spend my life with. Kinda like you just did when you told me why you needed my blessing.”
Boltsinger scratched his mane with his wing as Mrs. Cake brought their orders out. “And your nerves weren’t the least bit shot? None of the freak-outs that I’ve seen from your sister?”
Shining Armor repeated the other stallion’s motion with his own foreleg, letting an embarrassed smile eke its way onto his muzzle. “I’ll admit… it was pretty nerve-wracking. But I did it, and… after the most dangerous wedding anypony had ever seen, it happened, and we’ve been happy together ever since.”
“With the most powerful baby ever as proof.” Boltsinger added, working his way to his hooves and sliding his box onto his back.
Shining Armor laughed, knowing exactly what he meant. “Yup. She’s a horn-full alright. But always--”





“--worth it…” Shining Armor finished, he and Boltsinger standing in the doorway to the dining room, jaws dropped as the wall became covered in mashed peas. Twilight and Spike stood in front of the filly, distorted outlines of them visible in the pea stain behind them. “...You all having a good time?”
Twilight opened her eyes, looking at the arriving stallions. “Oh! You’re back!” she exclaimed, creating a bubble around herself and Spike that slid all of the peas off of them. “How was your… business?”
“... Business was good.” Boltsinger replied, nodding slightly as he stifled a laugh. “I see Flurry is decorating the room again.” He trotted over to the table, placing his box atop it as he made his way to the little filly and leaned in next to her. “Flurry…” he started, the foal’s ears perking up. She turned her head to see nopony there. “Flurry…!” he repeated, this time from the other side. He placed his wings in front of her eyes. “Guess who!”
“Bo-bo!!!” the excited filly cried out, magicking the wings away from her eyes. She looked up eagerly, seeing Boltsinger’s smiling muzzle looking down at her. She let out a happy squee, shaking her forelegs in front of her and reaching up.
“That’s right!” he confirmed, fluttering over to sit in front of her. “And I would love to play with you right just now… But I’m sooooooo hungry!” He picked up a jar of mashed peas, opening it. “Why, I could eat all of these peas… But I don’t have anypony to eat with!” he feigned sorrow as he looked into the foal’s eyes. “Would you like to eat with me, Flurry Heart?” Flurry shook her head, pushing the peas in front of her away and crossing her forelegs. “But the sooner we eat, the sooner we can play together!” He pleaded, looking into her eyes with big pupils. Flurry’s eyes opened a tiny bit, a giggle escaping as she saw the stallion’s hopeful face. She couldn’t hold it in much longer, and let out a full-on laugh, floating the peas in front of her and setting them down. Boltsinger held up a spoon that she quickly began levitating, scooping up some of the food and sliding it into her mouth and alternating bites between herself and Boltsinger, who accepted each spoonful with a deliberate “Aah” as she approached.
Spike sat in one of the chairs at the table, resting his head on his claw. “It just comes easy to some ponies, huh?”
Boltsinger chuckled, swallowing another mouthful of peas. “It’s all about incentive, Spike. I gave her something to look forward to, which makes the task I want her to do easier to… well…” he opened his mouth as Flurry’s food-Pegasus came in for a landing, quickly swallowing. “... swallow.”
Twilight laughed at the irony of her special somepony’s finishing word, trotting up next to her brother. “So, what was it you two had to do in such a hurry?” she asked.
“Nothing you need to worry about, sis.” he informed her. “Let’s just say that he needed the voice of experience, and I…” he looked at his daughter, who cheered as her food was finished. “... needed a small break. We took care of everything we needed to. But, it seems like Flurry wants to stay a while longer.”
“You’re welcome to stay the night if you want.” Twilight suggested.
“That’d be great.” Shining Armor confirmed.





Some time later, Boltsinger stood in the throne room in Canterlot, hundreds of ponies gathered round with Princess Celestia standing behind him. He wore a simple tuxedo, looking at the tall double doors as organ music played. He looked down at his outfit, then back at the door. Wait… Is this what I think it is? This is… am I? No… I haven’t even asked her yet! He pondered, hearing the music play on. Am I even doing the right thing here?
“No…” a distorted voice came from behind, whispering into his ear. He turned around, searching for the source, but finding nothing. He faced the aisle again.
Would this really make her happy? He continued, scrunching his face.
“No…!” the voice said again, louder than before. He reared up, looking around frantically for the origin, but only seeing Celestia smiling back at him with glowing green eyes.
Am I even worth all of this?! He finally thought, clenching his teeth as his nerves got tighter. All eyes in the room were on him, glowing green and getting brighter.
“No…!” it continued, louder still. “Absolutely NOT!” Every pony in the room cried out in agony as a shard of grey flew out of each of them, the scream of Celestia distorted and ear-shattering. The shards turned into a mist that seeped through the cracks in the double doors. “You would dare to have what I have for yourself? You would dare to want something, period? You should know better!” The doors opened wide, a foul wind blowing through that turned the bodies of everypony but Boltsinger into dust. In the doorway stood a cracked and distorted image of a grey Unicorn mare, stepping towards him with slow but deliberate stomps that shook the ground with each motion. “You’re not worth it!” it stated, pointing it's horn at him. “You’re not good enough!”
Boltsinger stepped back with each of the mare’s stomps, his eyes wide with terror. His rump hit the wall behind him, Celestia’s crown at his feet as he fruitlessly skidded his hooves on the floor, wings refusing to move for him. The mare loomed over him, her eyes glowing a bright green with cracks covering her body. She pointed her horn at him once more, lighting up the air around the stallion and sending a wave of excruciating pain through his very being. He let out a distorted scream as he writhed, his eyes going blank.





Twilight’s eyes opened in a flash, instantly sitting up in her bed as a scream pierced through her eardrums. She turned to look at Boltsinger, seeing him thrashing around in the bed, tossing pillows and blankets everywhere. Despite his lack of consciousness, his eyes were wide open, a bright glowing green replacing the usual purple as his entire body arched like a drawn bow.
“Bolt!” She cried, shaking him with her hooves. “Boltsinger, wake up!” He didn’t respond. She threw herself on top of him, pinning down his flailing frame and bringing her wings together on his muzzle as hard as she could. This should work… This always works! He’ll wake up and be fine and…
No response.
Twilight looked on in shock, her wings still in place on his face. “Oh… What do I do… What do I do?!” She brought her wings back, hanging her head. “If Princess Luna were here… She could at least do something!”
The door to the bedroom swung open, the Princess in question galloping in. “Twilight Sparkle! I need your help!”
Twilight’s attention snapped to the approaching Alicorn, her face distressed. “Whatever it is, it can wait!” She told her, turning her gaze back to the writhing stallion. “He’s in pain… and I need to be there for him!”
“That is precisely why I need your help.” Luna replied, stepping beside the bed. “This pain stems from his dreams, and I cannot get in to assist him! Please, Twilight Sparkle, I need you to return to sleep, that together we might save him!”
Twilight looked at the pleading Princess once more, seeing the earnestness in her eyes. She looked back at the pained stallion, his pupils shrunken to the point of appearing as little green dots. After a moment, she nodded, tightly embracing the orange pony as Luna lit up her horn to send her off to sleep.





Twilight stood on a road made of stars, several doors lining either side. The one in front of her was pulsing. It was made of a dark metal, sealed shut with several bolts, but was bulging with a green light and blue electricity. She reached for the door, but the light intensified, sending her reeling.
“Is this door… the way into his dream?” she wondered, looking back to see Luna landing next to her. The Princess of the Night nodded her head, stepping up to the door and putting her horn to it.
“I cannot open it… The light that you see has barred my way many times, and created this door.” She explained. “I fear that I, alone, am not enough to open it. The presence in his mind is too strong.”
“How will I be able to help, then?” Twilight inquired. “I don’t have the kind of influence you do in dreams!”
“I believe you are the key to opening this door.” Luna began, spreading her wings wide. “The presence in his mind is monstrously powerful, but I believe that it can be matched by somepony whose presence in his heart has just as much influence. You should be able to do what I cannot.”
“You really think I’m that big of an influence on him?” she asked, moving back towards the door.
“See for yourself.” Luna stated, motioning to the door. Twilight took another ginger step towards the metal slab, lighting up her horn and encasing the bolts that held it in place. The magic she created became charged with the electricity that surged through the door, tightening Twilight’s grip as she pulled with all of her might. Luna looked at the door, noticing that the bolts had begun to turn, picking up speed as they quickly came loose. Twilight let out a straining yell, pulling the bolts clean out as her magic faded, the door vaporized in a flash of light.
Twilight opened her eyes, looking through the light at the image inside. What she saw was a familiar room in Canterlot castle, where Boltsinger was in the far end of the room, raised into the air by a distorted and cracked image of a Unicorn mare’s green magic. “Boltsinger!” She cried out, jumping through the door. She ran at the attacking mare, horn first.
“Twilight, wait! You cannot hope to match the creature’s might he--” Luna started, jumping through after her fellow Alicorn. She found herself silenced as the dark creature turned towards Twilight, the two locking horns. Both of their horns lit furiously, the mares pushing against one another, neither giving an inch. The green light coming from the fragmented mare intensified, being met equally by a powerful magenta glow forming around the Princess of Friendship. “How is this possible…?” Luna pondered aloud, gazing at the confrontation in awe.
The magic coming from the two came to a boil, an explosion of light forcing them apart. Boltsinger sank to the floor, his eyes returning to normal as he looked at the one fighting the monster. “Twilight…?” he started, tilting his head as he fell to the floor. Luna lunged forward, flying above the glaring mares to land next to the collapsed stallion. He directed his gaze at her as she made a bubble around him. “Luna… What’s going on?”
“Twilight Sparkle is fighting your darkness... “ she answered, facing the conflict. “I did not realize the sway she holds over your heart would give her such power in your dreams.”
Twilight’s horn flared up again, power swirling around it as she took aim. “You’ve hurt somepony I love!” She yelled, her expression intensifying. “You’ll get no mercy!” She let loose a blast of magic, more powerful than any she had launched before. Focused and precise, it struck the shadowy construct directly on the base of the neck, causing it to let out a distorted scream as it reared back. It jumped to the side, galloping around Twilight and firing blasts of its own. The Princess rose into the air, creating a bubble around herself and extending beams of magic out of it, all homing in on the construct. “You’re not getting away!” Her eyes glowed fiercely, a white light seeping out of them like a flame as she gritted her teeth in a furious scowl. The magic in her horn grew larger still, causing each and every beam to increase in size and speed.
“He will never be rid of me!” the construct exclaimed, rising into the air as well. It screamed loudly, obliterating the surroundings to reveal a large number of copies of itself, all pointing and laughing at the lilac-coated Alicorn. “I’ve grown too strong! I’m etched into his very being… A permanent part of his personality! You think somepony like you can make a difference?”
“I know I’ve made a difference!” she retorted. “If I hadn’t, then I wouldn’t be able to do this!!!” The bubble around her shined with the light of her magic, sending beams of pinpoint magic into the horns of each clone, shattering all but the initial opponent. She dispelled her bubble, charging headlong into her foe and pinning her to what felt like the ground. Her face was fraught with rage, loosing a point-blank magical blast into the laughing construct, breaking off pieces of her. The construct smiled, its horn glowing as it pushed Twilight away. Twilight landed several feet away, flaring her wings and readying her horn.
“Boltsinger, stay here. I must help her!” Luna commanded, leaping between the battling mares. She looked fiercely at the cracked construct, igniting her own horn and charging at full speed. “You will not plague this pony any longer! I will never allow it again!”
Luna’s charge hit home, impaling the construct on her horn as she raised it above herself. It laughed maniacally, the light from its body growing brighter as it broke apart. The construct exploded in a flash of green, fragments of it spreading out in all directions.
“I WON’T LET YOU ESCAPE!!!” Twilight shouted, sending out a beam from her horn that split into thousands of smaller blasts. They each sought out and struck one of the fragments left by the explosion, snuffing out every last bit of the green light that they could find. She charged forward, looking around frantically. Her eyes darted in every direction, using every last bit of her processing power to find any inkling of what may remain. “Where is it…? I know there’s at least one little piece left! WHERE IS IT?!”
Boltsinger worked his way to his hooves, the bubble around him disappearing. “Twilight, calm down…” he started, stepping towards her.
Twilight snapped her head in his direction, her eyes still fiery as she seethed. He was weakly making his way to her, knees shaking as he went. Her face softened, the fire slowly dying down as she jumped into him, holding him tightly. “You’re okay!!!” she cried, burying her face in his shoulder as her sobs began. “I heard you screaming, and you were thrashing around in bed… Your eyes had that glow in them, and I couldn’t wake you up!” Boltsinger put his forelegs around her, slowly stroking her mane with his hooves. “Luna brought me here, and when I saw that… that thing that witch made… I just lost control!” she breathed her way through several more sobs, holding him tighter. “I’ve never felt so much rage… I just… I hate her!” She fell into small fits of screaming sobs, remaining that way for several minutes.
Luna sat beside the two, creating a spark at the end of her horn. With a flash of light, the embracing ponies opened their eyes, still in the same position, Twilight still crying, in the bedroom, the Princess of the Night standing over them with all of their friends gathered around the bed.
“I hate her so much for what she’s done to you…” the Princess of Friendship continued, nuzzling into her special somepony as the stallion’s face sank.