Sparkle's Secrets
Sparkle solemnly sat aside Celestia and a snide, smirking stallion. Said stallion saw the savage, spiteful way she stared; he started shrinking subconsciously. Sparkle's scrutinizing surveillance sold several silent statements to the stupid, stupid stallion.
She said silently to herself, Stupid stallion. Seriously, Celestia said I shan't specify his surname, so I second Celestia's statement. Also, I say I shouldn't, and surely shan't, speak of him straightforwardly; he shall suffer a sobriquet! That stupid stallion shall be specified as... as... Stallion! she snickered sillily and stopped somewhat suddenly, seeing Celestia's somber sobriety and Stallion's stupid, shrinking smirk.
Sparkle saw something, or so she suspected. She surveyed the silent stretch of sand surrounding her, seeing... sand. Sand, sand, and some... Sand. Sand, swaying sluggishly as though some unseen stream supervised its stroll, saw Sparkle's stare and her sand-less mane, spying solace and settling selfishly inside, single specks strewn about sloppily and each separated by several strands.
Celestia somberly spun to see several sandy statues she, herself, sculpted some time ago, structured so as to support several similar statues, long since smashed by some unseen winds. She spun some sixty degrees south, staring solemnly at the cities she once superintended, where her sister surely slumbered. She seemed most sickened by Celestia and Sparkle's secrets; she was super shocked and surprised and startled and stuff.
Some senseless stallion, standing silently aside Sparkle, sent her here. She swore to see his supreme, sanguine slumber someday. Sparkle would surely assist Celestia, 'specially since she sorta assisted that spineless stallion. So, head swaying slightly, she slumped over to Sparkle and spoke. The steeds' seditious susurrations soon swallowed their souls, seeking Stallion's supreme sleep.
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Stallion woke, sleepy and sweating, somehow sitting atop a slick and slippery stick. He spun, or strived to spin, to be stopped suddenly by some secure straps surrounding him. Settling on some serene suspicion that he slept somewhere in some savage's state, he screamed shrilly and struggled against the straps securing him to the stick.
"Silence," said somepony off to his starboard side. Sparkle, he surmised. And so he sat silent, struggling no more. The stick supporting him slowly separated some sand and settled. Celestia showed herself, but Stallion simply said nothing. Soon after, some smoldering sensation seared itself into Stallion's side, and he screamed and screamed before settling into a sort of sensory slumber, all the scalding, scorching, stinging and searing sending him to sleep.
Celestia and Sparkle sat beside the slicked stick, squashing the semi-seared stallion that served as sustenance and swallowing, sending it to their stomachs. They supped without savor, and spoke silently for several hours.
Celestia supposed she should do to Sparkle what she had to Stallion, but suddenly squelched the speculation as Sparkle sighed and spewed Stallion all over the sands.
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Somehow, Sparkle would survive, stranded on the sands, for several seasons. Celestia swallowed Sparkle's sustenance with stupendous self-scolding, and survived for six centuries before succumbing to 'sand sickness.'