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As the Breezies continue to curb stomp the mosquito into paste, Fluttershy looks extremely worried.
“Oh my, normally they don’t respond violently to insects like this,” she says.
“Well, I mean, if it had to happen to any animal, they sure picked the right one,” you advocate. “You know how many times I got bit while traveling through Ahuizotl’s jungle? Too many times! If I could burn every single mosquito to ashes I would.”
“The Mistress Has Spoken!” the Breezies squeak in unison. “Death To All Mosquitoes!”
And with that they start floating around Fluttershy’s cottage, killing any mosquito that crosses their path, along with a few flies, gnats and spiders that get caught in their wake.
“Oh dear, maybe I should look into getting a screen door,” Fluttershy says worriedly as the insecticide commences.
“Or just some bug spray,” you gag as a wingless fly falls to his death beside you.
“Agh! Those idiots are using up precious energy trying to look cool for you!” Seabreeze bemoans.
“Well they’re succeeding then Chester,” you say before whistling and getting all their attention. “Okay guys, I appreciate the gesture, but killing all the mosquitoes in the world is a bit of a tall order with your speed and everything, so let’s call an end to the war for now.”
Quite a few of them groan and complain about that, but they do as you ask, and quite a few insects that were spared make a beeline for the nearest open window.
“What shall we do now then Mistress?” asks what you assume to be a female Breezie and you pause.
Okay, gotta be careful here. They already took an offhand comment seriously so I gotta be direct and simple. No trying to give them impossible tasks that they’ll somehow accomplish like when Daddy led the Diamond Dogs, you think in determination. …And on that note, I wonder why he never tried to go back and lead those guys again? They got the skill to beat up Mr. Sentry and his guard friends and they even tunneled into the Gala, so they’d be useful as allies. Maybe I should drop in on them and get them under my hoof so I could-
“Nightshade?” Fluttershy asks worriedly and you snap out of it.
“Huh? What’s up?”
“Are you going to answer them?” she asks gesturing to your enraptured audience.
“Yeah, yeah, I was just weighing the pros and cons about becoming the Queen of the Diamond Dogs,” you dismiss and she does a double take.
“Say what now?”
“Nothing!” you say quickly before turning your attention to the Breezies. “Okay guys, I really don’t want to miss the party, and I can’t bring you along, so just kind of hang out here with Fluttershy where it’s safe alright?”
They all start whining at that again, but you hold your hoof up.
“I have spoken! Also, I’ll be perfectly honest, if I took you to the party there’s a good chance you’d all be drowned in cake batter.”
They all shudder at that, before one of them shouts.
“The Mistress Has Spoken! Take Advantage of the Yellow Horse’s Hospitality!”
“YAY!!!” the rest cheer before fluttering around Fluttershy, landing on her cushions and back causing her to giggle.
“…Did they mean that in a good way or a lollygagger way?” you ask Seabreeze who just rolls his eyes.
“In the idiotic way,” he grumbles and you pat his head.
“Don’t be like that Chester. Now, I need you to be translator for Fluttershy there, and I’ll come by later to check on you.”
“My name still isn’t Chester!” he pouts and you close your eyes and smile.
“Sure it is!” you exclaim before looking back to Fluttershy. “You think you got this handled?”
“Oh yes, everything is just dandy,” she says giddily. “I’m sure that by tomorrow they’ll all be fine and ready to go.”
“Awesome, I’ll stop by tomorrow to check on things. Want me to let Rainbow Dash or Pinkie Pie to bring you some party food?” you offer.
“If you could please. I’d really like to share with these little cuties,” she nods.
“Alrighty then. Have a good night,” you say as you open the front door.
“The Mistress Blesses Us With Her Good Night! Hail! Hail!” they chant even as you close the door and shiver.
“That’s both endearing and creepy,” you say before perking up. “Now, it’s party time!”
And with that, you run back into town, catching up with all your friends and family and celebrate long into the night for Rainbow’s Birthiversary.
THE NEXT DAY
It is now late morning as you and Grandbuggy groggily make your way towards Fluttershy’s home. The party was epic as epic could get with plenty of food which filled your black hole of a stomach, and lots of dancing and games to make you forget all the bad things in your life.
Some highlights included you, Spike, Garble and Ember winning a dance off against Lyra, Bon Bon, Crackle and Vinyl Scratch, Grandbuggy and Granny Smith owning Thunderlane and his girlfriend at Badminton, and of course when Cadence got handcuffed to Twilight to keep her from shipping any more ponies. It was a celebration like no other, and despite her being stopped, you couldn’t help but notice that Pinkie and Cheese were rather close the whole night, just as Ahuizotl and Daring were.
All in all, it was a good night, with the only exception being that Discord’s sickness had seemingly gotten worse. Late during the festivities last night, Twilight’s owl had come flying to her hooting up a storm, which got her and Cadence running towards the library, with Spike following suit. Being the curious sort, you followed along just in time to see Doctor Quaksalver diving out her window and fleeing into the bustling night.
“What Did You Do To Him?!” Twilight had called out in anger.
“I saved him from the Hooved Red Ape Insect!” he shouted back unhinged with a scalpel in his mouth. “I must know how many hearts it has with two rib cages!”
“Get Back Here!” Twilight had ordered and chased after him, but to no avail.
When you had gone inside to see Discord, you found him, still blue and sleeping, but now his body had been shriveled like a raisin, and for some reason, your shards began to glow defensively.
Which leads you to now. You still needed to check in on the Breezies, which Grandbuggy wanted to tag along for, but now you have the duty of letting Fluttershy know about Discord’s worsened condition.
“Grandbuggy, do you think me and my friends can predict the future?” you ask and he raises an eyebrow.
“Why do you ask that?” he questions and you shrug.
“Well just yesterday we were talking about Discord losing his powers and stuff and now this morning he doesn’t have any magic at all,” you point out. The sight of his shriveled form snapping his fingers with nothing happening was actually pretty depressing.
His cigar flips upwards as he purses his lips.
“Kiddo, that’s what we call an extreme coincidence and poor timing. Not everything is controlled by fate,” he reassures and you nod your head.
“I hope so, because if Pinkie Pie has to be the one to take up his mantle…” you shudder in dread.
“Heh, if anyone’s gonna be the new god of chaos it’d be your pa,” he chuckles and pats your head. “But don’t be worrying about that, the big chinchilla just needs some more TLC before they figure out what that nutjob doctor did to him.”
“I know…but still, isn’t that bucking frightening? I mean, I’ve known Quacksalver was nuts since Daddy told me about his exploratory surgery, but to think that he could just make a god, NOT a god?” you shake your head at that kind of power.
“And to think that whacko was right there with us in Appleloosa during the invasion,” Grandbuggy says with a faraway look before shaking his head with a smirk. “But still, at least it only happened to a guy who needed several doses of the real world and a good kick in the butt. I daresay this whole experience will be humbling to that turd.”
“True, I just hope the Princesses don’t decide to blame this one on Nightmare Moon too,” you huff as your shards blip.
“Oh they’d like that one wouldn’t they?” he grumbles. “Having that nut as a follower or some other malarkey like that?”
“I’d take the Breezies any day over that guy,” you admit. “But for now, Twilight can just keep him occupied so that she doesn’t try to look under my scarf again.”
“Huh? When did she do that?” Grandbuggy sputters and you roll your eyes.
“At the party. She had a bit too much cider and wanted to see if I was developing the same “Skin Condition” as Daddy,” you explain and shake your head. “Thankfully Rainbow and Pinkie were able to distract her.”
Grandbuggy just chomps his cigar a bit more before sighing.
“The fact that she still buys that explanation, even after the Doc’s Geass has been broken is simply staggering,” he mutters.
“You can be really smart and still be stupid,” you shrug just as you reach Fluttershy’s door and knock.
“Come in, but be careful with the door, we don’t want any more bugs inside,” Fluttershy’s voice says.
With that invitation, you open the door.
“Morning Fluttershy. Listen, we’ve got something to tell y-“ you are cut off as you spy a very disturbing/interesting sight.
Kichi’s Comment
Changer T Emerald’s Comment
In the middle of Fluttershy’s living room a miniature statue of you sits, carved out of wood. The Breezies are all bowing before it chanting over and over again.
“We’re not worthy! We’re not worthy!”
“Oh Great Mistress, we don’t deserve you, for we are but weak and stupid,” a red Breezie chants at the front.
“We’re not worthy! We’re not worthy!”
“Hey! Don’t put yourselves down like that,” you encourage and they all turn to you with sparkles in their eyes.
“Behold! The glory of our goddess!” a blue Breezie shouts.
“Hail! Hail! Hail!”
“...How in the blue blazes did you start a cult overnight?” Grandbuggy gawks.
“I didn’t mean to!” you whine as the tiny fairy ponies continue to praise you, except for Seabreeze who is off on his own and looking grumpy as usual. “But even still, they really like me, is there any chance of me keeping them?”
“But you’ve already got a pet who’s much more capable than them,” Grandbuggy points out and Mangle barks from your inventory in agreement.
“Yeah I know, but they’d be good for, uh…infiltration?” you suggest and he just looks at you skeptically. “Okay maybe not, but come on, it feels really nice having large groups adore me.”
“And that’s precisely why you shouldn’t have followers like that,” he says with a sigh.
“Please Grandbuggy?” you say breaking out the puppy dog eyes which causes his breath to hitch.
“Ack!” he says clutching his heart. “Oh no you don’t! I raised two generations of you kids, the third isn’t going to be the one to break me!”
“Please?” you beg again.
“Please?” the Breezies add as they float around you, adding their own starry eyes.
“I…ain’t…budge…” he strains with sweat on his brow, but then Fluttershy walks in and breaks the stare down.
“Alright everybreezie, I’ve gotten your drinks,” she says with a smile, holding a tray of thimbles full of juice.
“The yellow horse brings drinks!” the red zealot shouts.
“Yay!” the rest cheer and fly off towards her, obstructing your field of view and allowing Grandbuggy to catch his breath.
“No cult members for you young lady and that’s final!” he says turning his back on you.
“Agh!” you spit in disappointment. “I almost had you old bug!”
“That’s what they always say,” he grins victoriously as Fluttershy walks over.
“I see you’ve noticed their group project? They’re so sweet making a little statue of you in thanks for saving them,” she says obliviously.
“They’re doing it for a lot more reasons than that Flutterbuns, none of them good,” Grandbuggy says and she blushes at the nickname.
“Oh, well…” she coughs into her hoof. “Would you two like some juice as well?”
“I’ll take a bourbon if you got it,” Grandbuggy says.
“But it’s 10:30 in the morning,” she says taken aback.
“And?” he says with a raised eyebrow.
“Um…I don’t really drink,” she mutters and he shrugs.
“Eh, figured as much.”
“I’ll take a juice,” you say and look at the Breezie swarmed tray. “I mean, if you have any regular sized cups.”
“Oh I do,” she smiles and walks back into the kitchen.
“Why do you have so many thimbles in the first place?” you call out to her as she gets your cup and you watch the Breezies downing their drinks. “You collect them or something?”
“Oh no, those are usually for the winter months for making scarfs and other warm clothes,” she says bringing you your drink.
“But aren’t these like, thimbles meant for creatures with claws or hands?” you say, noting how they would be way too tiny to put on a hoof.
“That’s right. These are used by otters, beavers, raccoons and other clawed animals. They really like making their own winter gear if given the chance,” she explains as the Breezies lounge around, drinking more and more juice. “If there’s any excess, I sell them to ponies for their pets.”
An image then pops into your head of a bunch of furry animals working in a sweat shop while a grizzled Fluttershy with a cigar watches over them and laughs. You quickly shake your head at that.
Where did that thought even come from? You wonder.
“Huh,” Grandbuggy says actually sounding impressed. “Well hopefully you washed them out first. Some raccoons got rabies ya know?”
“Oh there’s no need to worry, I give the local raccoons checkups every few weeks or so,” she says proudly.
“Yeah, speaking of checkups, that’s the other reason why we came over today,” you break the ice and she raises an eyebrow.
“You need a checkup?” she asks curiously.
“No, not me,” you wave your hoof before sucking in a huge breath. “It’s actually about Discord.” Her eyes widen at your tone and suddenly she’s in your face.
“What?! What happened?! Did he fall out of bed?! Did he try to push himself and get even bluer?! Did he get amnesia and forget who I am?!” she rapid fires and you actually flinch back.
“Nah, it ain’t none of those things,” Grandbuggy says placing a hoof between you and her.
“Oh thank goodness,” she sighs in relief.
“Yeah, he’s just lost all of his powers because some crazy doctor did something to him and now he’s really weak and fragile,” you finish and the color drains from her face.
“WHAT?!” she shouts, which actually rattles the windows and causes the Breezies to complain.
“Yeah, Twilight’s looking over him now, but he’s been mumbling about wanting to see you,” you say with a nervous chuckle and she seems even more worried.
“Oh my, oh my, oh my, OH MY!” she says as she dashes into her kitchen and you hear the sounds of glass wear being thrown into a sack. “Where’s my chamomile?! Where’s the golden seal and ginger root?!”
“Huh, she took that better than I thought,” Grandbuggy observes as the Breezies watch the spectacle in awe.
“I know, right? It’s always interesting to see her be loud and stuff,” you nod as she continues grabbing things.
After awhile she rushes back out, sweating from her brow and shoves a sack into Grandbuggy’s hooves.
“Oof! What is thi-“
“I need you to help me carry these medicines and herbs! I don’t know if he’s able to be transported here to my living room yet, so I have to make sure I have everything available at Twilights!” she orders and starts pushing him towards the door.
“Now wait a dang sec-Hey!” Grandbuggy is powerless as the pegasus shoves him outside. She does give pause though to look back at you.
“Nightshade, can you be a dear and watch over the Breezies and Angel while I’m out?” she asks hectically.
“Uh, sure no problem,” you shrug.
“Great! Thank you!” she shouts before slamming her door. You hear her hoofsteps and Grandbuggy’s complaining getting quieter and quieter as you are left alone inside her house.
“…I have a feeling Cadence is gonna have a field day with that,” you mutter with a shiver before looking down at the wide eyed Breezies.
“Where did the hospitable yellow horse go?” asks the blue zealot.
“She went to go help out Discord because he’s sick and lost his powers,” you answer bluntly and they all look wide eyed.
“The chaotic one has lost his divinity?” asks the red zealot.
“Yeah, it’s nuts,” you nod. “Last night I found him all shriveled up and-“
“Praise She Who Can Overpower The Gods Themselves!” both the red and blue breezie exclaim.
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“Whoa, whoa wait! I’m not the one who-“
“She is the chosen one!” the blue zealot proclaims.
“No, she is our new goddess! Witness Her!” the red zealot argues.
“She may be a goddess made flesh, but she will be the one to lead us into the future! No more shall we be weak and fragile we will finally become strong and powerful!” the Blue Zealot argues back and the red one frowns.
“There will be no need to become stronger for she will protect us all with her might! A loving and powerful all knowing goddess is all we need!” he growls in the blue breezie’s face.
“Um, guys? I’m not either of those things I-“
“Goddess!” one faction shouts.
“Chosen One!” the other half chants.
“Um, guys?” you say nervously as they all start arguing with each other.
Ah, maybe this is what Grandbuggy meant, you think as they all gnash their teeth at each other over the proper way to serve you. When suddenly, another Breezie voice comes from above you.
“Stop fighting! Everybreezie stop fighting! Look unto me! I rest upon the savior’s horn!”
Looking straight up, you partially see a breezie who has perched himself upon your horn, he’s so light you didn’t even notice.
“Hey! Careful there, it’s sharp!” you warn but he ignores you as he raises his arms up.
“I have crested to the highest point of the savior, and now I shall too be worshipped as a god!”
Frowning at this, you slowly reach up, pluck him off your horn and set him back on the ground where all the others look at him.
“…I regret nothing! I lived as few dare to dream!” he proclaims. As if that was their cue the others start arguing again and you rub the side of your temple.
“Okay, I don’t know what was in that juice Fluttershy gave you, but you all just need to chill out and give it a rest,” you say tiredly, but they don’t hear you and argue.
Kichi’s Comment
“No, what they have to do is stop being idiots and be prepared to finish the migration before the portal closes!” Seabreeze huffs next to your ear.
“Awww, you want to leave me so soon Chester?” you complain before reaching up and bringing him into a reluctant cuddle.
“Yes I do! And that’s not my name!” he shouts as he uselessly struggles.
“Look, I get it, your friends are being a bit weird…”
“Thou art a noob!”
“You bucking camper!” the zealots insult each other while throwing carpet lint each other, with the others joining suit.
“…But I’m sure they can be shown that I’m no god. But if you just wanna hang out some more I can still protect you guys.”
“But we don’t have much time!” he grumbles.
“The Mistress is in fact a god!” a few Breezies call out and suddenly you feel your wings being pattered by several tiny hoofs and wings.
“Ahahahaaaa! Hee hee hee!” you giggle at the tickling sensation as they walk over your invisible wings.
“She has wings which are there and not there! Look upon how we float!”
“Show us your wings! Show us your wings!” they chant and your eyes nervously glance about.
“Um, about that, I really shouldn’t in case certain ponies wander in,” you say and they all groan in disappointment. “Also, don’t go spreading that around since you’re the only one who can translate.”
“Why would I do that? I don’t want to speak to other ponies, I just want to go home!” Seabreeze complains.
“If we cannot speak of the wings, then we shall live closer to them!” the Red Zealot proclaims.
“Yeah!” the rest cheer and fly all around you.
“Hey! Stop that! I’m ticklish!” you giggle as all of them land upon you like they did the day before.
Down With Chrysalis’s Comment
Puzzling Frost’s Comment
“The mane and scarf are the ideal locations upon our mistress!” the Blue Zealot says as they start setting up shop in your hair and on your scarf.
“The tail is also good, but it is harder to hear the mistress!” a purple breezie says from the back.
“Well yeah, I don’t exactly talk to my butt all that much!” you ridicule and they wilt their ears in embarrassment.
“I’ve found a cave!” one of them “shouts” in your ear and you start shaking your head.
“Yagh! Stay away from the ears!” you command as you start itching at them.
“There is a welcoming feast within the sacred scarf!” The Red Zealot proclaims, holding aloft a cookie crumb.
“That’s not a feast! I’m just a messy eater!” you exclaim as they start to munch on your leftovers.
“Alright, if you’re gonna live ON me, you gotta learn where NOT to go,” you grumble as many of them start to make hammocks in your hair.
“Don’t encourage them to actually live in your hair little filly!” Seabreeze pleads. “We can’t just get comfortable and lazy, we need to go home!”
“Ugh, Chester will you give it a rest already? Of course you’ll all be going home eventually, but that doesn’t mean you can’t just sit back and relax and hang with me,” you all but scold. “It’s not like there’s a time limit.”
“But there is!” he yelps.
“Say what now?” you do a double take.
“If the portal closes, that’s it! And I won’t see my wife and child for many years!”
“Whoa, What?! Wife and child?!” you gasp as you pull Seabreeze back from you and stare him down.
“Yes! They’re waiting for me to return with the pollen!” he spits and suddenly, you feel really guilty.
Ah jeeze, this guy wants to get back to his family and here I am treating him like a pet. That’d be the same if some giant captured Daddy and wouldn’t let him come home to me…
“Okay, Che-Er, Seabreeze, I think I may have taken things a little too far,” you start.
“Ya think?” he jabs, but you continue.
“But I can still fix this. I’m sorry for treating you like a pet,” you say as you let go of him.
“…Thank you,” he nods before his scowl comes to his face. “But I’m not the one who needs convincing,” he says pointing to the squabbling group all over your body.
Okay, this shouldn’t be too hard, you think with a bit of doubt. They think I’m their Messiah right? So I’ll just have to order them to go home.
Clearing your throat, you announce.
“Attention Breezies! I have decided as your god/chosen one/whatever that it’s important for you all to go home.”
“AAAAHHHH,” they complain. “But it’s too scary outside and we’re very weak.”
“You guys literally massacred a bunch of bugs yesterday, don’t give me that!” you scold.
“Those were little bugs though, what if there are bees Mistress? If we leave you, we’ll surely be attacked for our pollen,” the Blue Zealot argues.
“I thought if you just left bees alone, they’d leave you alone?” you ask and they all start shouting.
“Yeah, whoever said that is a filthy disgusting liar. You look at a bee funny and they’ll try to gut you,” Seabreeze says and you just facehoof.
“Okay, okay! Look, if it’s a matter of toughness, then I can help with that,” you say and the Blue Zealot perks up.
“Really? I was right?”
“Kind of. I’m not gonna evolve you like a Pokémon or anything, but I could at least teach you to fight better.” They all start mumbling at that curiously and you smirk. “So, those that want to be able to defeat bees, get out of my mane and scarf right now and I’ll teach ya.”
With that, a good majority of them, though not every single one, fly in front of you and look at you expectantly.
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“Alrighty then,” you nod. “Now, I’m not the best at teaching group tactics, since I’m kind of a solo fighter even when I fight alongside friends, so to get you guys toughened up, I’ll be calling in a pro.”
They all look around curiously at that before you say aloud.
“Bob!”
“Yes Mistress?!” Immediately crawling out of your shadow, your loyal imp salutes and stands at attention while the Breezies all scream.
“Oi! Quiet down! This here is Jackie Bob, my loyal servant, and he’s a lot more useful than you lot.”
Wounding their pride seems to do the trick as the ones in front of you settle down and look at the bigger monster.
“Alright good,” you nod before looking at your shadow imp. “Now Bob, these Breezies need to know how to fight Bees and other creatures larger than them within…How many days Seabreeze?”
“The portal will close in two days,” he says.
“Wow, really?” you say in surprise before shaking your head. “So I guess by tonight, that way we’re not cutting it close.”
“Will do Mistress,” he salutes.
“Also, Mangle!” you call out and your pet pops out of your bags. “You help out Jackie, and be careful not to squish any of these guys alright?”
“Skreonk!” Mangle nods and stands next to the imp.
“Now, I’m gonna go feed the animals and stuff, so you guys listen to them like you would me okay?” you command and the Breezies all salute.
“We obey Mistress!” the Blue Zealot shouts
“We will serve the loyal servants of the Mistress!” the Red one proclaims.
“Very well then,” you say before looking to the ones still in your mane and scarf. “You lot are going to help me give the animals lunch until Fluttershy gets back.
They all squeak in agreement as you walk out of the room, with Seabreeze following along.
“Do you think it’s wise to do this?” he asks. “They are all pretty wimpy outside of Mosquito killing.”
“Alright you maggots! Get down and give me 150 pushups or the dog will eat you!” Bob shouts, followed by Mangle’s mechanical growl.
“They’ll be fine. Besides, even if it doesn’t toughen them up, they’ll want to get out of this place quicker so they don’t have to exercise and stuff.”
“…Very clever little Filly,” he says as understanding dawns on him.
“I have my moments,” you grin as you go to the pantry for the many, many things of pet food.
Some Time Later
After feeding some fish to Harry, the otters, and a family of beavers, you gave various bits of kibble to some ferrets, raccoons and other woodland creatures, who were a bit surprised to see you instead of the usual yellow pegasus.
But after feeding all the animals that you actually could see, you walked back into the cottage with your non-combatant breezies still clinging to you, to find a pretty amazing sight.
“Whoa,” you say clearly impressed. Bob and Mangle are running the Breezies through a homemade, miniature obstacle course, and they seem to be taking it seriously. Some are running laps, karate chopping pencils, and yet others are doing what you know to be wing strengthening exercises that you’d seen Scootaloo attempting multiple times.
“Huh…I guess maybe they are taking this seriously,” Seabreeze says, mouth agape.
“That they are,” Bob materializes next to you and looks proud. “I am using some shadow magic to help strengthen them and keep them from being hurt, but they are pushing themselves to get better.”
“Well that’s good to hear,” you say with pride as you look at Mangle barking at a Breezie who is lagging behind the others. But then you notice a certain vocal few missing. “Say, where are the blue and red guys at?”
“On special mission Mistress,” Bob answers. “Some rabbit wouldn’t leave Mangle alone, so she had them tie him up and take him to the pond.”
Your eyes widen at that.
“What?!”
“Look, there they are now,” he says pointing out the window. Looking through, you see a group of Breezies with the zealots amongst them, struggling to carry a tied up Angel towards the fish pond.
“Ah, no wonder I couldn’t find him for lunch,” you mutter before turning to Mangle who has a sheepish look on her face. “Mangle, you go out there and bring him back this instant.”
Metallically sighing, the robot fox slumps her shoulders and exits out of one of the many doggie doors to go stop the water execution.
“In the future Jackie, consult me first before deciding things like that,” you order and he salutes.
Eventually, after freeing the traumatized bunny, you sit around watching as your Breezies progress with their training, when all of a sudden the front door opens. Bob immediately melts into your shadow as in walks Fluttershy, Grandbuggy and Twilight, carrying the sickly and drained Discord on a stretcher.
“Easy, easy, almost there,” Fluttershy orders as they completely ignore you and the Breezies to set Discord down on the couch.
“There we go, safe at last,” Fluttershy coos and pats the depowered god on the forehead, while he groans and doesn’t even open his eyes.
“I still think it would’ve been better if he stayed at my house Fluttershy,” Twilight bemoans. “I still haven’t figured out what that kook did to him.”
“He doesn’t need experiments done on him Twilight, what he needs right now is TLC,” Fluttershy says resolutely.
“What he needs is a good stiff drink of whiskey, it’s the be all, end all cure,” Grandbuggy says and the two mares roll their eyes.
“Yeesh, he looks even worse than last night,” you say as you notice his flesh clinging to his bones as if he’s been starved.
“Oh right, Nightshade, I’d forgotten you were here,” Twilight says finally noticing you…and then she notices all the Breezies still training and living in your mane and scarf.
“Oh my,” Fluttershy mutters as she catches sight and Grandbuggy even raises an eyebrow in surprise.
“So, uh, what’s going on here Nightshade?” Twilight asks.
“I’m training the Breezies to be tougher so that they can get going home soon,” you say plainly.
“Go home soon? But they’re weak and delicate and need to rest more,” Fluttershy says worriedly as she watches some of them spar. Angel Bunny tries to get her attention and keeps pointing accusingly at the Breezies, but Fluttershy brushes him off. “Not now Angel.”
“I mean, sure they can rest some, but they’ve gotta go eventually,” you point out. “Seabreeze has to get back to his family.”
“Oh, but…” Fluttershy bites her lip and looks at a few who are exhausted and lying on the ground in their own sweat. A few even fly out of your scarf and mane and start fussing around her. “Oh, yes I’ll get you some more juice.”
You traitors! You think bitterly as the pegasus goes off to get them more drinks and baby them. I’m starting to get the feeling that I might have to force Fluttershy to let them go.
“Behold! The former useless god that our Mistress has vanquished!” the Red Zealot says sitting atop Discord’s head. The rest of the training Breezies all cheer at that and begin dancing on his chest, causing him to moan in his sleep.
“What’s that they’re squeaking about?” Twilight asks, still unable to comprehend the language.
“Nothing important,” you say with a sigh as Grandbuggy chuckles.
WHAT DO YOU DO?
