“Alright! Alright!!” Applejack declared, banging her hooves on the ground as hard as she could in order to get her friends’ attention. “I hereby call this final meetin’ of the Council of Friendship to order!!”
Judging by the orange pony’s exasperated look on this particular day, there was not much progress made on the matter.
The Mane Five met in a circle as they always did, but it was clear that they were not prepared to be called so suddenly. Rainbow Dash was still in her Wonderbolt uniform, Fluttershy could barely stay awake, and Rarity sported a ripped dress that she would not normally wear to any meeting. The only pony who seemed normal enough was Pinkie Pie, who was still her eager and excitable self, despite motherly duties taking up most of her time and energy.
“So what’s the progress, Applejack?” Rainbow inquired. “I hope you’ve gotten somewhere. I haven’t seen her visit Ponyville in ages. You told me she was coming to the Wonderbolts show yesterday and I had them prepare for absolutely nothing!! Let me tell you, Firestorm was absolutely pissed.”
Rarity huffed. “You think you have problems, darling?! Who is she to tell me that I need to pay for ALL of my boutiques all of a sudden!! I don’t know what’s gotten into Twilight, but this needs to stop this INSTANT!!”
“And I suddenly have to pay taxes for Little Cheese’s very existence?” Pinkie Pie asked. “I’m pretty sure it’s part of the new bill, but Mayor Fern already said she was gonna pay insurance.” She cocked her head in confusion. “I didn’t know existence was a crime.”
Applejack groaned. “Look. I did my best to talk to her, but she can get very nippy when prodded!! Today, I ended up goin’ a little too far. Girls…” She gulped. “We’ve been dissolved.”
“Wait WHAT?!!” Rainbow Dash demanded, enraged.
Fluttershy fainted.
Rarity’s mouth dropped open in absolute horror as the reality of the news dawned on her. She had been fired.
“Dissolved into a million pieces?” Pinkie asked. “That can’t be true, I’m still whole.”
“On the contrary…” Rainbow Dash was seething. “You weren’t harsh enough. Do you understand how PAINFUL taxes can be?! I already got laid with like a thousand bills for cadet uniforms. What’s next?! Taxes for actually being a Wonderbolt?!”
“I say we start a revolution!!!” Rarity shouted. “NO TAXATION WITHOUT REPRESENTATION!!!!!!!!”
Inkwell paused, turning back towards them with a look of unease. “Would you…rather test the students formally like you did before? I’d hate for you all to see the state of the auditorium after the rather…chaotic school dance last night.”
“Oh it’s no problem, darling!” Rarity answered. “Believe me, you haven’t seen anything yet. We’ve dealt with so much worse at the School of Friendship during that time we were helping Yona fit in.”
“Aw yeah!” Rainbow Dash added. “The whole ballroom was wrecked! A little mess won’t phase us in the slightest!”
Inkwell smiled. “Well if you insist…I’ll take you five to the office, so I can make the announcement. Come come!! This is so exciting!!”