In the stilted harbor town of Silver Shoals, a manor stood. The manor home is inhabited by two sisters, both of whom have lived for over one thousand years. Outside the vicinity was a wooden sign featuring their faces, proudly displaying the name ‘Maretime Manor.’ Inside, the younger sister, Princess Luna, sat on a couch for three. However, the sofa only ever had two rumps occupying it at any time of day. One side of the couch was normal. On the other side… a fabric was suspended above, like a makeshift awning. Luna lay below it, her hind legs sprawled on the middle cushion, reveling in the shade.
Princess Celestia returned home after taking a morning stroll around the beautiful coastal town. She found her sister in the same position as when she had woken up. Lazing on the couch, watching a box of moving pictures. Technology had advanced at an unprecedented rate, all thanks to a former student from another world. Celestia enjoyed some good television herself, but she longed for Luna to join her in outdoor activities.
“Luna, why don’t you join me in visiting the elderly at the Silver Stable Community?”
Luna dug a hoof into a bowl of flamin’ hot hayeetos. She responded, but not before releasing a rather unpleasant gaseous burp. “Eh… After, sister…”
From a white nose, a displeased breath escaped. “What are you even watching?” Celestia stood by her side of the couch, receiving a clear view of the LCD screen.
“One of my favorites.”
The square box made its announcement heard. “Aaaaand we’re live againnn on ‘My Life as a Teenage Sweetiebot’!” And displayed a visual recording of a white-grey unicorn mare with an elegant mane comprising a delicate rose pink on one side, and mulberry purple on the other. The camera had followed that mare and currently zoomed in on her muzzle. She sat at a table with a brown stallion wearing a hat with a lime green propeller on top.
The mare stared into the camera and proclaimed, “I’m. Not. A. Ponybot!”
“Wait, you’re not?”
“Button Mash!”
“Kidding! Kidding…”
Then the stallion behind the camera interrupted. “We will unveil the truth! A teacher at the School of Friendship is most definitely—!”
“Get out of here!” Sweetie Belle cried, voice cracking slightly.
Celestia had enough. “Poor Sweetie Belle… Maybe we should help her?”
With crow’s feet, Luna was taken aback at the remark. “Wh-what? I’m not helping a ponybot, sister. Are you crazy?”
“You’ve been in her dreams! Remember? You told me that.”
From the couch, snoring broke out. “Zzz…”
“Fine. Next time then.” Celestia's horn emitted a soft glow as it effortlessly lifted a stick of hay, which was coated in red dust. She plopped it into her mouth and crunched. “Mm. Those are good.” Then, the whole bowl levitated as that white derriere sank into the cushion furthest from Luna. With her sister sleeping beside her, she indulged in the world of television.
The stallion behind the camera had left his target alone. But, it appeared the drama did not stop there. The stallion's voice became weary. “It seems we’re being followed. And not just by anypony…” The camera peeked out of a bush, showing a middle-aged mare with a violet mane cantering his way. “Oh no, she must have spotted me! This mission is too dangerous. I’m sorry, my dear viewers, but it’s everypony for themselves now!” The audio played rushes of wind and continuous loud clops as the visuals became shaky.
Still, it showed that middle-aged mare watching the stallion book it. “Wait! Why are you running from MEEE?!” Then she started galloping after the camera, crying. “I’m still beautiful! So why are you running?! Look at MEE!”
“She knows! She knows we’re onto her sister’s secret, and now she’s going to silence me!”
The bowl filled with red haysticks was nearly empty.
Now, the show displayed a dark room with a table. Intent on getting to the bottom of the mystery, the stallion behind the camera planned to meet up with the pony who had hired him, eager to collaborate and uncover the truth. With a peek of light flashing through the cracked door, a pony entered. “Her ‘sister’ is on to me.”
“That’s not good.”
“No… Can you get her off of me?”
“Hmm…” the employer stallion thought, then continued. “I’ll see what I can do.”
Suddenly, with another flash of light, the door opened all the way. The mare's arrival and act of turning on the light resulted in more light pouring in. The secret employer's true identity was uncovered. “Ah, shhhhhiitake mushrooms.”
“What th—! Button Mash! You’re conspiring with the enemy?!”
“No…?”
Celestia gasped at the unexpected plot twist.
Then another surprise visitor entered behind Sweetie Belle. “There he is, Sweetie Belle! The stallion that ran!” A crazed one, at that.
The camera stallion screamed and bolted. “AHHHH!”
“Show me to the camera! You. Will. Look at MEE!!”
After the makeshift awning was ripped away, an empty bowl flung into the air, the encaved end falling onto a dark blue muzzle—which groaned. “Mmm…”
Celestia rested her hind legs near Luna’s, which made it easier for physical notifications. Celestia lightly kicked her. “Go buy us some more of those delectable hayeetos will you little sister?”
“Ahh…”
Celestia giggled. “Love you, too.”