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// Lesson three 
// Story: Apotheosis of Pony 
// by hamster wizard 
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Canterlot Castle Foyer: Wednesday but not the same Wednesday

Twilight Sparkle was sitting in her foyer enjoying a hot cup of tea and a campy romance novel. It had been a long week, and the Princess was settling down for a long relaxing evening.

Bathrobe: fluffy.

Fire: crackling.

Novel: kinky.

Things were shaping up to be a wonderful time when the air began to crackle with some sort of sci-fi power. A cool noise that sounded vaguely like a Tesla coil slowly grew louder as a funky distortion affect began to form in a sphere in the air before the Princess. The sphere grew larger eventually reaching the floor before quickly receding, leaving behind a large ominous earth pony standing in a shallow crater in Twilight’s foyer.

The pony, who had appeared in a sort of kneeling pose, then stood to his full height, standing nearly as tall as the Princess. He looked her directly in the eye with an eerie gaze and spoke to her in a deep voice, “Twilight Sparkle. You have been marked for termination, prepare to die.”

“Who are you? Why do you want me dead?” Twilight inquired.

The pony didn’t answer, and instead took a large step toward her.

Twilight let out a sigh, not bothering to get up from her armchair as the hulking pony grew closer. She lit her horn and fired a ray of magic toward him, which struck him directly in the chest. However, rather than searing a hole directly through him, he merely staggered back a step before resuming his approach. It did however sear off his skin, revealing him to be some kind of robotic skeleton of a pony with glowing red eyes.

Rolling her eyes, Twilight lit her horn again, this time teleporting the attacker 15 miles below the planet’s surface. While she wasn’t exactly sure if that would kill him, it served as an adequate solution for the time being.





Twilight Sparkle arrived at the steel refinery with her Royal Guards in tow. Luster Dawn was awaiting her arrival at the entrance beside the very nervous looking foreopony of the refinery, who was sweating as the though the ruler of the entire nation had called the day before asking for access to one of their comically large smelting vats.

Upon arriving at the perfect location; which happened to be a catwalk looking down over a comically large vat of molten steel, Twilight lit her horn, teleporting the massive mechanical stallion; who was very much not dead, into the air a few feet above the vat. He found himself entirely unable to react as he splashed down into the hot gooey metal of about 2750°F (Farenhorse) and slowly descended, the extremely evil looking lights in his eyes dimming as he melted into nothingness. Also it looked really cool.

She turned to Dawn and said, “Lesson three I guess? Teleporting is overpowered, use it all the time. Seriously, it’s really good.” She then teleported away because she could.