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// Chapter 8 - Princess Celestia 
// Story: Ponies try the Grimace Shake 
// by PseudoBob Delightus 
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Celestia glanced at the milkshake that had suddenly materialized. It was a good thing she'd caught it with her magic - it was an extra-large.

"Hmm."

She caught a Royal Guard looking, and smirked when he resumed his posture.

"You. Over here, please."

The Guard disengaged from his post and snapped to attention. "Your Majesty."

"Do you know what this is?" she asked.

The Guard looked again. "No, Your Majesty."

She smirked even harder. "Would you like a taste?"

"I… have no opinion, Your Maj-"

She levitated the cup towards him. "Sip."





A victorious cry broke out on the palace courtyard. Hundreds of ex-Royal Guards and Soldiers were there, jeering a chain of broken prisoners from the old reign - headed by Princess Celestia herself. 

The ripped standard of the Diarchy was thrown over her. In its place, on the great Canterlot Spire, flew a golden M on a field of purple.