Dropped C's Thirty Minute Ponies

by Dropped C


Exotic weaponry

Prompt: The minotaurs are coming.

The minotaurs were coming. It was the second time in Equestria’s history war had broken between ponies and minotaurs, and Celestia and Luna weren’t going to allow a third one. Wearing their best battle regalia, the two sisters kept looking at one another. In front of them, Everfree’s Valley, the last barrier before the castle of the Royal Pony Sisters.

I won’t let them destroy this place, thought Celestia. This is my land. These are my ponies. I’ll gladly give my life for them.

Celestia climbed a bit. Her armor creaked softly to the rhythm of her wings. “They’re coming,” Celestia said looking to Luna.

“Keep calm, sister. This time, everything is under control. They won’t expect our secret weapon,” said Luna, closing the distance between her and her sister.

“I couldn’t endure another war like the last one, Lulu. I understand that, maybe, cow milk with cookies is not the best breakfast we could have had with that ambassador, but I don’t think that is enough casus belli.”

“Well, Tia,” said Luna, “I think lord Bluehorn asking the ambassador for a refill was the real error.”

“We should forbid him from reproduction. That unicorn is dangerous.” Celestia adjusted her helm again. “On a different topic, about our secret weapon, are you sure we can trust them?” Before her sister could answer, Celestia gave some orders using the Royal Canterlot Voice. Two hosts changed positions to be safer. Then, she looked at her sister with an apologetic smile.

“Without any kind of doubt, Tia. The -” The racketing noise of thousands of hooves drowned Luna’s words. Looking to the front, the earth started shaking.

Far away they could see the shadows rising proudly on two legs, with large horns and metal armors. Luna and Celestia flew slowly to the front and studied the little company that led the defense forces at the valley’s entrance.

They all were brown and cinnamon-colored ponies, with deep and dark eyes. They wore red clothes, with golden filigrees, and they carried capes in brighter red tones.

“Soldiers!” yelled Luna. “This is the moment you’ve been waiting for for all of your lives! We know we ask a lot from you! You are going to risk your lives. We also know we couldn’t ask for anything else that would make you happier!”

Celestia nodded, following closely with her eyes the minotaur army approach. “Get ready!” she said.

One after another, the soldiers got up on their hind legs. Releasing with slow but elegant movements the golden clasps, they held their capes besides them with their forehooves. Somepony played a trumpet.

When the minotaurs started charging, Celestia looked once again at Luna with doubt in her eyes.

“Stay calm,” said Luna, “this is the Spaneighsh Cavalry’s specialty.”

The minotaur charge lost its momentum when they listened the fearsome battle cry that came from the frontline of the pony army.

“Ole!”