The Life and Times of Love and Harmony

by TheManWithTwoNames


That One Purple Pony

In an older branch of the Canterlot library, where not much is really fun, exciting, or younger than fifty years, a funny little filly giggled as she flipped through a geography book. She had just learned to read, and though the old tome was far above her recommended reading level, she was content to look at the pictures and make up stories about them.

She turned the page with her hoof and stared at the little diagrams about rainfall, frost cycles, and erosion. In particular, her eyes were glued to four identical photos of a canyon, the only difference between them being the fact that the canyon was a little deeper each year.

“The rain is acid!” she proclaimed. “The rain is dirt acid.” She stared at it a little longer, then suddenly raised her head. Propping herself higher on the table, she yelled. “Hey mooom!” when there was no reply, the filly only yelled louder. “Hey MOOOOOOOOOOM!”

A pale mare skittered around the corner. “Twilight Sparkle!”

“Hey mom, do the—“

“How many times do I have to tell you it’s rude to yell in the library?”

“Whoops. Sorry mom. But I gotta question.”

“Yes…?”

“Why hasn’t everything melted yet?”

Twilight Velvet stared at her daughter, tired and nonplussed. “Slow down, Twily. Explain to me exactly what you’ve been reading.”

Twilight Sparkle frowned, poking at the book as if her words were very obvious. “Like, rain melts dirt, right? Do Pegasi stop the rain from being acid?”

“Rain is not an acid, deary,” Velvet reassured, “You don’t have to worry about everything melting.”

Twilight huffed. “But how does it melt out giant rocky places if it’s not an acid?”

The mare thought for a moment. “I’m sure the book will tell you, if you’re a good girl and can read quietly.”

“Ooh, yes, I can be both of those!”

“Twily,” Velvet empathetically shushed her daughter, and Twilight giggled quietly into her ankles.

“Now be a good girl so mommy can get her work done, okay Twily?”

“Kaaaayyy,” Twilight breathed, trying to say the word as quietly as she could.

And so did the little filly return to her book, content to stare at pictures for the rest of the day, just as she had done yesterday, the day before, and as she had done for almost every day she was old enough to look at a book instead of chew on it (For the record, chewing on books is far more gratifying than reading them).

But this day would be a little different.

Today, big bird feet landed directly on her book.

“No! Dumb owl!” She swatted at the feet, splaying herself across the sizeable textbook. “Don’t poop here! Mom’ll get mad again!”

She looked up. What she saw was not, in fact, the head archivist’s incontinent owl, but something much more grand. And much more confusing.

“Fire bird?” Twilight asked.

Philomena the Phoenix ruffled her feathers and cooed softly.

“Hello firebirdy,” Twilight said with a wave. “Sorry to call you an owl. Please don’t poop on the book, though.”

If it was possible for birds to look offended, this one did. But in a sympathetic way. In a gust of wind that sounded much like a bellow of flame, the phoenix alighted the back of the purple pony’s chair. Twilight stared up at it.

“Do you want me to read you a story, firebirdy?”

Philomena nodded gracefully and cooed again.

“Okay!” Twilight shouted, immediately forgetting her mother’s words. “Well I hope that you like stories about rocks, firebirdy!” She took a deep breath. “Once upon a time, there were a whole BUNCH of rocks. They were in a wrestling tournament, and the goal in a wrestling tournament between rocks is to pin the opponent for three… years. Yeah, years. It’s a long time, even for rocks. See? There’s a picture.” She waved at a drawing of the crackpot theory called ‘continental drift.’

The phoenix cooed encouragingly, or at least, Twilight Sparkle took it for encouragement, because she instantly set off on a long, meandering story with no direction and all the enthusiasm, the likes of which can only be written by toddlers.

I mean, you wouldn’t even believe the ideas I get from dropping books in front of toddlers. I may be the embodiment of chaos, but it’s like order never even existed to those kids!

But as soon as Twilight dove into her dramatic retelling of the history of the planet, the phoenix looked around nervously. She shifted from one side of the chair to the other, looking at open doors and clucking softly. If one was a bird whisperer, or possibly a very skilled telepath, one could probably figure out the bird was thinking.

See, Philomena was pretty much making herself bait. And she was trying to hook herself a big white peacock.

‘Celestiaaaa...’ Philomena whined to herself. ‘I’ve been missing for hours now... Aren’t you going to come look for your pet? Please, just look for your pet...’ The phoenix looked down at the energetic filly. ‘Notice me, Celestia! Notice who I’m with! This is the most important false decision of your long life, Princess!’

Yet, through half a dozen stories about rocks, ocean, and one particularly creative tale about rain as an invading army, not a single soul showed up in that library.

I mean, since when has Celestia cared about her fancy pet bird?

~~~

The Spirit of Love grumbled. Every time he decided to really cut loose, really tried to gallivant about the time and set the world spinning on his love, he was stopped. Every time he stepped a little out of line, maybe tried to gather the scant five or ten stallions and mares he needed for a good, old fashioned orgy, ‘Auntie’ would come charging from the castle, all holy fire and rainbow brimstone. Sure, Cadence could pin the blame on some other saps, but the next time he tried again, Celestia would turn up even sooner. It was like old sun-butt was attuned to spirit shenanigans or something.

And Cadence had proof now that the ‘kiss-and-make-it-up brainwashing-is-such-a-dirty-word’ spell could eventually be fought off. Sombra had once fought her so vigorously in just a few years’ worth of daily scrubbing, and he was no all-powerful alicorn ruler. She figured that she only had one or two brainwashings left on the old nag, and it wouldn’t be worth it to use them up on something all small as an orgy. It was better to save them for a special occasion, like a holiday or a forgotten birthday.

So she helplessly watched as the guests of her latest failed get-together embarrassedly bustled out of her chamber, leaving her alone in her sexytimes robe with nothing to keep her company except for some griffin feathers, half a dozen handcuffs, cans of whipped cream, bowls of taffy, and her Sister flying through the window and telepathically chattering about some purple toddler.

“But I can’t tell Celestia about her, because she has to come on the idea herself, and--” Harmony ruffled her feathers in annoyance and gave a pathetic cry. “Ooh, I thought she cared about me, Love! I was missing for days and she didn’t even send a guard out to look for me! So now how am I supposed to get her to notice Twilight Sparkle?”

Love chewed on some taffy absentmindedly. “Show up in a dream and speak it to her? Hell, you could even berate her for not minding you more. Two birds with one stone.”

“I can’t do that,” Harmony huffed, “dreams aren’t my domain! They’re the domain of, well, our late Brother Dream. For the short time he was around.” Harmony stared off in the distance, reliving some long, long forgotten memory. “My goodness, the Sleepy Era was strange.”

“Preaching to the choir, sister. You’d be so surprised how few erotic dreams ponies get. Did I ever tell you that?”

“Yes. Loudly. For all five hundred years of the Sleepy Era.”

“Well I was dying from love-lack, what do you want from me?” Love seized a few feathers and gags and began juggling them with magic. He found that his best ideas came when he wasn’t thinking. “What about that blue thing? Lumpy Moon Princess?”

“You mean Luna?”

“I think I remember my own fake aunt’s name.”

For the sake of her own sanity, Harmony powered forward. “We can’t ask Luna to do this because she’s on the moon.”

Love frowned. “What? Haven’t we gotten a ladder long enough to reach her yet?”

“If I had a week I couldn’t explain all the reasons why that wouldn’t work,” Harmony said flatly. “Besides, that’s what this Twilight Sparkle is for.

Love chewed on that thoughtfully. Actually, he was thinking more about a piece of taffy stuck in his maw, but his thoughts wandered on topic eventually.

“Wait,” he said, “that’s all we need this prophesized pony to do? Get lumpy down from the moon?”

Harmony shifted on her perch. “Well… that’s all Brother Time mentioned… I am not entirely certain how.”

“Then screw it, it’s not that important.”

Harmony huffed, “It is important! It’s about preserving nature!”

“Wait, Sister Nature is back from the dead? Er, from the chaos?”

“Of course she isn’t. But what I was trying to say, is that if Time says something about the future, it’s best to just try and aim for that goal. And those goals are as stated:” Harmony’s thoughts suddenly took on an air of formality. “One, make this Twilight Sparkle a student of Celestia’s. Two: Encourage her to free Luna, quite possibly with my Elements...”

“Those hippie-dippie trinkets you used to trap Brother Discord in stone? What’s to master about them? All anyone ever does is strike a pose and shout ‘full on friendship’ and problem solved.”

Harmony’s eyes narrowed. “Do you want a complicated explanation of the intricacies of Harmony and its place in the world? Or do you want to help me come up with a reasonable plan to convince Celestia to take on a random archivist’s daughter as a student?”

Love slowly chewed on his taffy, staring up at Harmony.

“Visit her in the night and claim it’s a dream?”

“No!” Harmony squawked.

Love grumbled and fished through his taffy bowl with a hoof. “Walk right up to Celestia and tell her point blank if it’s so important.”

“I already said that I can’t.”

“Yeah, yeah, like origin of ideas is so important to convincing ponies what to do. You know what I think?” Love shot his Sister a leering grin. “You’re having too much fun pretending to be a dumb bird for two thousand years.”

“Mmm…” Harmony stared at the ceiling. “That’s one thing. Another is some… physical limitations.”

Love stared at his Sister. “I’m not going to say what I think you just said. Why don’t you just explain it to me.”

Harmony sighed, “Thank you. You see… after so long in this body. Dying. Regenerating. Dying again. Reforming again. Body after body, none ever speaking aloud…” Harmony made a squawking sound. “This body!” she squawked and strained, coughing and hacking. Mentally, she called out to her Brother. “It can no longer speak!”

“Wow.” Love blinked, then stared down at her own parts. “It’s true what they say. You use it or you lose it.”

“So,” Harmony continued, “we need a way to tell Celestia to take on a personal student while making her seem like it was either a vision or her idea.”

“Or I can go up and talk to her,” Love said, “if this is just sooo important...”

Harmony sighed pointedly. “I doubt she’d take your advice anyway. You are rather ignorant of official matters…”

Love snapped, “What do you mean by that?!”

“Well, she still thinks you’re still so young and untrained…”

“What? Psh, no.” Love stood proud and tall, throwing his mane around his shoulders like he meant business. “Auntie Celestia loves me!”

~~~~~

“Hey, Auntie Celestia! I want you to meet somepony!”

Celestia looked up from her mounds of perfectly ordered paperwork, the kind of paperwork that just demanded a stiff breeze to blow it out the window, and smiled radiantly down at the hot-tempered pink Princess.

“Princess Cadence,” Celestia greeted warmly. “It’s good to see you again.”

“I had a vision, auntie!” In a flash of blue magic, Twilight Sparkle was plopped unceremoniously on top of Celestia’s desk, scattering papers everywhere. (It wasn’t a stiff breeze, but I must say I approve of the results. I give it a seven out of ten.) Celestia took it in stride though, the unfettered hag. At least the little purple pony look absolutely dumbstruck.

Love continued, as grandly as he could muster, he declared, “This pony. She is going to grow up and do great things.

Twilight’s eyes widened. “I am?!”

Celestia gave the couple an easy, practiced smiled.

“Of course, my niece,” she said evenly. “All my subjects are special, and every contribution is great. Now, little pony—”

“Are you the Princess?!” Twilight burst out. “Really really the Princess?!”

“Yes, I am,” Celestia replied kindly. “And what is your name, my little pony?”

“I’m Twilight Sparkle, miss Princess!”

Celestia smoothly nodded, smile still plastered firmly to her face. “What a pretty little name. You don’t happen to be the daughter of the archivist Twilight Velvet, do you?”

“How did you knooow?!” Twilight squealed. “Are you a mind reader?”

Celestia laughed exactly the right amount one would at a child. “Your mother works for me, does she not?”

“No? I mean, maybe? She works for the library.”

“Well, your mother keeps the library very well organized for me.” Celestia smartly patted the filly on her silly little empty head. “Can you tell her that for me?”

“Okay!” Twilight Sparkle leapt off the desk, and Celestia’s smile swept majestically back to Cadence.

“Can you see that young Twilight Sparkle gets back to the library safely, Cadence?”

“Sure, whatever, but uh.” Cadence barely looked at the fleeing purple pony, and instead leaned in close to her ‘auntie.’ “Seriously. I’m getting some very special vibes from this filly. I think you should pay attention to her, or something. I’m telling you, she’s great.”

Celestia smiled serenely in a way that says that she would never actually strangle anyone in their sleep but that doesn’t mean she won’t think about it really hard, and dismissed her niece to follow after the filly.

Cadence, on the other hand, or hoof, or whatever, decided that, with mind control off the table, this was a pretty good effort. And she double decided that the little purple blob could probably find her way back the library fine enough on her own. She decided to tromp off in the right direction, then immediately take a switchback and stop by her favorite cafe for a nutella-banana-strawberry-pepperoni crepe, just to reward herself for another perfect persuasion.

But to her distress, as soon as she rounded the corner, the purple blob was still hanging around. Worse, she actually started following Cadence.

“Hey Princess Cadence,” Twilight pouted. “You said there’d be candy.”

“You got to meet two Princesses,” Cadence said. “Isn’t that good enough for you?”

“I gueeesss… But…” the filly pouted. “I really wanted some candy.”

“Well geez. You got the looks for it. Why don’t you go take some?”

Twilight Sparkle stared up at the princess, absolutely clueless. “Take some? Like stealing? I’m not a stealer. Stealers are bad.”

“Nah, not stealing. Just asking, except the answer can never be no.” Cadence looked the filly up and down, appraising her. “Yeah, you got that cute innocent look about you. Go. Give it a shot.” Love waved at a guard. “Whine at somebody else.”

Twilight waddled over and whined at a guard. And, for some reason, Cadence decided to stay and watch. The cafe crepes weren't going anywhere, so she had time to see how this played out.

Spoiler alert, it worked as well as a paper-tissue condom. Twilight whined and whined, gripping his hoof and begging him for candy. But the guard just tried to shoo her away, looking supremely awkward while doing so. Eventually Twilight stuck her tongue out at the stallion, pouted, and ran back to Cadence. She glared up at the Princess, absolutely disgusted.

“You said the answer was never no, but he said no, so you’re a liar! Liar! Meanie!”

“Yeah, well, you kind’ve overdid it kid. You gotta play it coy.”

Twilight looked confused. “Coy?”

Love struck a pose, acting shy and demure. “Cooooy~”

Twilight giggled, “Like the fish?!”

“Ffghlf. No. There’s nothing Coy about koi. So--”

Twilight interrupted with another fit of giggles. “Coy about Koi! Koi coy!”

Love stared down at the giddy toddler. “Yeah, uh, it’s not that funny, kid. Now do you want a lesson or not?”

“Yes! Oh, wait,” she tried to stifle her giggles, and bowed slightly to the pink Princess. “Yes please, my dear lady.”

Love stared down at the child, stroking her chin. “Well, your manners are top notch, I’ll give you that.”

“Thanks!” Twilight Sparkle beamed, “I’m a really great learner!”

“Good, then this should be easy. See, that is what you’ve got to do.” Cadence thought that she would slap a leg around the child’s shoulders, act as if she was divulging the secrets of the world onto her little charge. But it was harder than it first looked, and she was forced to get on her knees to perform the action. “You’ve got to make your targets feel guilty, yeah. You’ve got the whining down right. But, more importantly, you also got to make it seem like you’ll be a happy camper once they give you what you want.”

Twilight nodded slowly, frowning straight ahead. “So I gotta...” Her frown increased in concentration. After a moment, she turned to Cadence. “How do I do that? Sounds kinda hard.”

“Nah, it’s kind’ve like this.” Cadence shot to her feet and smiled at the ceiling. “Boy, I sure wish I had candy!” Her face fell and she pouted. “But oh no. I have no candy. Oh, and make sure to kick some rocks and stuff.” She mimicked the motion. “Siiigh…” Cadence scoped the scene, and in a flash, she shot to the side of another guard, all sunshine and smiles. “Hello mister guard!”

The random guard stiffened, staring at Cadence.

“Hello. Princess.”

“Hey guard, you wouldn’t…” Cadence smiled in perfect sorrow. “Do you happen to have any candy? I mean, it’s okay if you don’t. I was just, you know, craving…”

The guard seemed to shiver in his armor, ducking in it like some turtle. “What do you want from me, Cadence? What do you really, really want?”

Cadence retreated. “Geez, what’s gotten into you?”

“I have a wife now Cadence. I can’t just frolic about with—“

“Oh, right.” Cadence huffed, passing the guard and waving back at him. Twilight skittered around her heels, trying to keep up with Cadence’s stride. “Another word of advice. Don’t hit old targets. They get really suspicious the second time around, and you have to be extra careful if you want anything out of them.”

“Okay!” Twilight cheered.

Cadence stared down at the purple pony, puzzled. “Okay? Really?”

“Yep, I think I got it!”

“Then uh… Look.” The pair stepped out of the castle doors, and into an enclosed garden. Noble ponies wandered here and there, as well as the occasional guard and one old gardner. Cadence waved at the old donkey with hedge shears. “There’s your target. Go swindle some candy from him.”

Twilight nodded firmly. She paused. She looked up at the Princess, firmly nonplussed.

“What’s a swindle?” Twilight asked.

“I think it’s some kind of weasel. Just go do what I told you.”

Cadence watched at the little ball of purple snot rushed up to the merchant, then slowed down. She mumbled something. She kicked at the ground, just like Cadence had. The purple filly looked brightly up at the gardner. He laughed. Twilight giggled, then tried to look sad again.

‘It’s so obvious she’s faking,’ Love mentally grumbled. ‘She didn’t learn a darn thing from me, did she?’

Thoroughly disappointed, and strangely upset for it, Cadence decided, yes, maybe now’s the time to go get that nutella crepe. But before she could even take one step away, Twilight Sparkle rushed over, pleased as punch and waving a brightly colored wrapper around in her imprecise aura.

“I got it, I got it!” Twilight yelled through a mouthful of toffee spit. “Princess Cadence! Igotit, gotit, goddit!”

Cadence beamed proudly. “Yep. You got it, kid.”

“Man!” Twilight said brightly. “I really thought you were like, the evil Princess Cadence!”

“What—?!”

“But you’re super cool!” Twilight almost seemed to dance in place, she was so excited. “You wanna have a play date some time?!”

“I uh…” Cadence flicked her mane around her shoulders, a funny sort of feeling filling up her nostrils. “Kid. It’s super weird for an fine, hot piece of, uh, butt—“ Twilight giggled at that, but the word just felt awkward in Cadence’s mouth. “It’d be weird, okay? I can’t go on a date with you.”

“Awww, but I hang out with Miss Mocha all the time. At least, I did until her parents moved to Manehatten…”

“What? Miss Mocha?”

Twilight nodded vigorously. “Yeah, she was my babysitter! We used to play a ton, but now she’s not here, and I gotta hang out with my mom or dad during the day.”

“Guess that’s why Sister Harmony only found you recently…” Love mumbled. “How long have you been around the castle? You’re like, what, twenty years old?”

“Noooo!” Twilight laughed loudly. “Betcha can’t guess!”

Twilight Sparkle was right on the money on that one. Love never paid attention enough to actually understand how rapidly ponies age. All he knew was that one time he confused what he thought was a miniature for something called a colt and a lot of folks weren’t happy when he started hitting on him.

But damned if Love was going to back down from the challenge.

“Uh... fifteen?!”

“Noooooo...”

“Thirty-seven...?”

“Nooooo! No, that’s way too high!”

“Thirty-one.”

“You’re really bad at this game!” Twilight giggled.

“Yeah, guess so.” Love shrugged. What did she care about how old someone was? Anyway, kids have really dumb senses of humor, Cadence decided.

Twilight grinned cheesily. “No more guesses?”

“Nah.”

“Oh. But...” Twilight toed the ground and sighed loudly, “I guess we don’t have to play. But...” Then, the little scamp smiled. “It would make me really, really happy to...”

“Hey!” Cadence snapped, “You can’t use my techniques against me! You think you can outdo the master?!”

“Maybe!” Twilight squealed, dancing in place.

“Well you can’t!”

“Darn!” Twilight Sparkle stomped enthusiastically in place. Then she looked around, and back up at the Spirit of Love. “Well, I dunno how much time I can spend playing, but I should probably get back now. I hope you come by the library some more!”

“Eh... Yeah, sure.”

Twilight squeaked happily. “Yes yes yes! I’ll see you later, Princess Cadence!”

And with that, Twilight Sparkle charged off. And strangely, Princess Mi Amore Cadenza L'amante Supremi Ed Il Bevitore Di Succo Di Gatto Il Governatore Che Non Rovina Mai Tutto La Luce Che Eclissa Il Sole E La Bellezza Che Oscura La Notte Chi Ha Qualcosa Nei Suoi Denti La Potrebbe Prende Che Fuori Per Me Che Fotte Lavoro Di Squadra, the Spirit of Love, was a little sad to see the snotball go.

You see, for once, someone took her advice. Twilight didn’t scorn her for it, or have any ulterior motive, and definitely didn’t need to be brainwashed. And some day, that little energetic little filly would be the student of the Real Princess. She’d save the world from Mopey the Gothic Lumpicorn, and probably do a bunch of other stuff that was really neat. Cadence figured she’d be pretty good at neat stuff. After all, she was a good “learner.”

And the Spirit of Love would still just be Cadence. She’d keep eating cake alone and try to weasel the occasional date out from under Celestia’s nose. She had been doing that for thousands of years, and at first she thought that was all she wanted from life.

But for the first time since she had gotten her body, Love wondered if just maybe that kind of life was just a little bit... unsatisfying.

~~~~~

“I don’t know why I didn’t think of it sooner!”

Harmony watched as Cadence charged around her room. It almost seemed aimless to Harmony, if a bit Energetic.

“Brother Love, what are you doing?” Harmony said. “Did you talk to Celestia? Did your plan work?”

“Fff, I dunno.” Love enthusiastically tore out all her dresser drawers, tossing the contents everywhere. When she finally found the gaudy cloth she was looking for, she threw herself on the bed. “I’ve lived with smarmy sun-butt for a thousand years and I still don’t got a good read on her. Signs point to maybe…?”

“Then what’s gotten you all excited?”

“Aha! Glad I didn’t clean out all of what’s-her-name’s stuff.” Cadence bounced up from her pillows, a tiny purple circle held proudly in her aura. “A hair scrunchie!”

“What’s that got to—?”

“I can’t believe I never thought of it before! Oh, Sister Harmony!” the alicorn swelled happily. “I’m going to be taking on a student!”

Harmony rolled her eyes. “What do you need a student for?”

“Well Celestia’s getting one for whatever virtue she represents. Law, or Harmony Lite or something. I’m thinking I need a love student. Someone who will listen to everything I say, because I am the foremost expert!”

“Okay…” Now Harmony eyed her brother warily. Whenever the spirit got an idea stuck in his head, there was no telling what madness would come about. “So who’s the lucky stallion…”

“Silly! It’s going to be a girl! I mean, I am in a female body!”

Startling insight about how Love sees himself and her confusing pronouns aside, Harmony dared to ask: “Okay, so who’s the lucky mare?”

Love beamed at himself in the mirror. He have never looked younger in all his years as Mi Amore Cadenza. Literally. Tie back her hair, throw in some gaudy bows, and paint on just a couple little beauty pockmarks, and bam! Teenager Cadence.

Love turned, and beamed at his sister.

“I’m going to babysit and train the young Twilight Sparkle!”

Harmony gaped at her Brother.

“That’s Celestia’s student, Brother,” Harmony said. “Twilight Sparkle is going to be the ‘law’ student. That is what Brother Time has predicted.”

“Well,” Love huffed, still smiling high on the winds of her impulse. “I’m not going to wait another thousand years to find another twerp that likes me.”

“What?” Harmony squawked incredulously, “The girl likes you?”

“Course she does! She wanted to be my friend! But I’m going to be more than her friend, oh yes!” Love strode for the door, grin wild. “I’m going to teach her everything I know!”

“Brother Love, be reasonable!” Harmony cried, light panic settling in as she flew after her Brother. “Isn’t she a little young for your kind of lessons?”

“Well I gotta start slow, don’t I? She’s gotta figure out how to walk the walk for a few years, and then maybe I’ll move her up to kissing the boy she likes! Or girl! Ooh!” Love was beside himself. “I can help her understand that love has no gender borders! Or species borders! Or age borders!”

Or any semblance of decency or restraint from the sound of things.

“And that sometimes in the heat of the moment it’s okay to try new things on a lover’s body without really asking! This is so exciting!”

Harmony was appalled, absolutely beside herself in horror. “This is a terrible idea!”

“C’mon, Sister,” Love happily cried. “have a little faith in me!”

“I have no such faith!” Harmony wailed, “You’ll traumatize the poor child!”

“Well, if I do,” Love smiled wickedly, “I’ll just memory wipe her. No harm, no foul, right?”

Harmony inhaled sharply.

“I should have sent you back!” Harmony squealed. “All these years, with your selfish whims and desires! You’ve always been hurting the ponies! But I thought, in my little heart, these were sensible adults. They would be able to see themselves through. And I thought maybe your time spent here would show you better ways! That eventually some of my lessons would sink in! But this is where I draw the line! I will not stand for this!”

With a joyful flourish of her horn, the teenaged Cadence whipped up a spell. A rain of ooey gooey love bubbles twirled from her aura. Harmony squawked loudly as she was enveloped in pink bubbly hearts, and slapped into the wall, stuck.

“Re-lax!” Love giggled. “I might not even get the job… though from the looks of, they really need a sitter so… I’m probably going to get what I want, like always. Ta!”

And, unable to oppose, Harmony watched her brother whip around the corner and out of sight, off to doom Equestria.

With a long, low whine, she thought, “I am so bad at whatever it is I do.”