Warning:
The previous chapters of this story are composed of a heartwarming tale of love, romance, friendship and poetry.
This is not one of those chapters.
This chapter contains:
-A disturbing lack of Raspberries (x0)
-”Gangsta” ebonics (Muchly)
-Luna (XL)
-Those hubcaps with the spinny wheel things. (x2)
-Uzis (x2)
-Lots of sugar (Many-Kg)
-The concentrated hopes and dreams of hundreds of authors. (Crushed, Minced and Regurgitated)
*The Descendant is not responsible for this madness, nor is he liable for any bodily harm caused by the reading of said content
The smells were familiar.
Moth balls mixed with antiseptics, the faint, wafting odour of caramel tea and that vaguely questionable stink that old ponies let off. One of the nurses trotted by, the tray balanced on her back filled with half-empty bowls of soup and used silverware that tinkered with every skipping step as she headed out of the sun room and into the main sections of the facility.
A creak sounded out, then repeated itself. Again and again it squealed, metal protesting against movement and a distinct lack of oil. Causing that sound was a mare in one of the room’s shadowy corners, the beams of light pouring through the ceiling-tall windows missing her by a wide margin as she sat in the darkness and smiled.
Her aqua-blue eyes cracked open and scanned the room before she reached out and petted the quilt blanket that lay over her knees. “Ah, hello there,” she said.
Tilting her head to one side and allowing her mane to fan out, the mare spoke once more, “Do you want to hear a story? It’s quite nice.”
“Oh, of course you do!” she said, adding a tittering, wheezing giggle to her expression. “Come, sit by the floor here, where there’s a carpet. I’m going to tell you the tale of Raindrops the Bold. She who leads and she who loves. The Last Princess of Equestria....
The crowd clopped their hooves like there was no tomorrow, hollers and screams echoing out and over Ponyville as the lone mare on stage bowed and beamed. A stallion joined their heroine, scowling at the sound but pushing forwards with a great big bowl of money on his back.
“Ponies,” he called out, motioning for silence with a forehoof. “I present to thee, with all the gladness of my heart, the winner of this year’s Ponyville Pneumatic Poetry Party, Raindrops!”
The cheering grew once more, powerful but short lived as Inky Scribeswell hoofed the bowl to Raindrops. “Miss Raindrops, what will you do with the money?”
The mare smiled at the crowded ponies, her eyes seeking out the comfort of her friends. In mere seconds she found Roseluck and Big Macintosh near the stage’s edge, wrapped in each other’s hooves as they smiled with her. “I want to give some to my dear friends, to help them with their upcoming marriage and to make their life easier; they’ve been through much. I also wish to donate a large portion of the proceeds to the local hospital and chocolate addiction aid clinic.”
“Ah, a true philanthropist then, aren't you, Miss Raindrops? A clinic to help rid ourselves of vile addictions would be truly helpful.”
“Rid ourselves?” Raindrops blinked at him, her wings beating at empty air. “And I’m not a flatulent pianist, I just wanna give back is all. And anywho, I'm going to take whatever's left over, buy a trampoline, a swimming pool full of cake frosting, and about twenty strapping stallion butlers in tight swimsuits, and then I'm gonna.... Are there any kids in the crowd?”
The mare stopped mid-sentence as a peal of thunder and lightning sliced through the skies. Above them all, the clouds formed an oppressive spinning disk with dark tendrils reaching out, flashing white and blue and yellow as lightning coursed through it all.
The ponies below swallowed hard, taking a few steps back as they shook and shivered. Ponyville had grown quiet, every bird landing and hiding, the critters and creatures of the field found their burrows and snuck underground where they hoped to be safe.
The clouds split, a gigantic rift tearing itself through the inky expanse. Within was a growing speck of gold and pearlescent white, slowly descending towards the little town like a brony stalking the toy section of a Walmart in search of an unsuspecting Pinkie Pie.
“Yo-yo, how is everypony?!” came a voice from the heavens, its strength shattering eardrums and sending lighter ponies reeling.
The carriage spun on its side, the great alicorn within hopping out and taking flight to land on the stages edge with a shuddering boom. “Whaddup, mah subjects!” the princess said, hanging her forehoof out and waving it about to make signs in the air.
“P-princess Celestia!” Raindrops said, bowing down in reverence to the deity. “How may we serve you on this day?”
“Yo Ah, not much, ah'm just here fo' all yo' cash biatch.” Her horn glowing a golden hue, the princess grabbed a thick clump of bit from the opened bowl and levitated it over to her carriage. She then began to stroke the heavy gold chains wrapped around her neck. “Gotta pay yo taxes, girl, or Imma pop a cap in yo flank!”
“Oh, Princess Celestia, we would never slight you,” the pegasus said, bullets of sweat pouring out of her as she dutifully stared at the floor. “We gladly pay our dues, knowing that you use that money to serve us all.”
“Damn right ah do. Look at them mags,” she said, pointing to her carriage. The gold-and-silver gilded vehicle was covered in logos and emblems. At the front, two burly stallions flexed their muscular wings, both of them wearing grill-shaped masks over their faces. But it was the wheels that were truly impressive: a pair of thick wooden carriage wheels outfitted with golden spinners. “Check then out! That stuffs worth more than your whole town. When I roll in with them, bitches know that I’m their pimp.”
The princess huffed, made another obscene sign with her forehoof, then hopped into her carriage. “I’m outta this ghetto.”
As the princess took flight and left, the entire crowd let out a collective gasp of relief and began to part ways, the celebration tainted so much that it felt like crunching into a chocolate chip cookie and discovering dates instead.
Shrugging to herself, Raindrops picked up the remainder of her winnings, a moderate half, and hopped off the stage, landing in between Big Macintosh and Roseluck.
“Are you okay?” Roseluck asked, an eyebrow arched as she touched Raindrops on the shoulder.
“Yeah, but I’ve got to admit, Celesta’s all sorts of cray-cray.”
A collective gasp came from all those nearby, and Big Macintosh placed a hoof over her mouth. “You don’t say that sort of thing,” Roseluck admonished. “Thems are fightin’ words.”
“Well,” Raindrops muttered as she pushed Mackintosh's hoof away. “Maybe we ought to fight some time. It’s only a matter of time before they do something really bad.”
Roseluck sighed, seeming to deflate as she began to walk out of the makeshift arena. “Don’t waste your time worrying about it, Rainy.” She perked up, trying to put on a bold face but failing under Raindrops’ astute observation. “How about we go celebrate the victory? Goddess knows how much you like sweets.”
The three nodded in unanimous agreement and began trotting into town. Despite the rough intervention by their favourite sun-tyrant, Ponyville was abuzz with excitement. There was that particular tingle in the air, like that of an oncoming storm only different. Something big was going to happen, but it was something good.
The contagious tingle infected every pour of our heroine’s body and she rushed ahead of her friends and beelined to Sugar Cube Corner, intent upon eating her way through far, far too many snacks.
Standing tall and proud, the candy shops’ doors were wide open, beckoning the burgeoning sugar addict to come in and feast on tasty treats. In the entrance, cast in the glow of shadow and doubt, was a blueish black from, its equine shape too large to be true.
Raindrops slowed to a halt, her friends catching up and doing the same at her side. “Who’s that?” she asked.
A moment later and she was answered.
Long limbs poured out of the shop, jiggling with every step as massive folds of fat fluctuated and waved about. Luna, the largest princess, stomped out of Sugar Cube Corner, her every step causing the houses along the street to shiver in protest. “It’s not fair!” the princess whined, all six of her chins bouncing about. “You must make more, immediately!”
Pinkie Pie followed after her, dark pouches under her eyes as she tried to abate the princess’ anger. “I’m sorry Princess Luna, I did everything I could, really. I stayed up all night and only worked on your order.”
“Then why isn’t there more?” Luna, with a wicked glow of her oversized horn, pulled out a pastry from seemingly thin air and chomped down on it, pouting all along.
“I’m so sorry Princess, I tried really hard, but I couldn’t make more than six hundred cupcakes overnight.” The pink pony wiped the back of her hoof over her eyes. “C-could Pinkie Pie maybe do something else? Make a deal?”
“A deal? For what?” Luna inquired, licking her lips as she bent forwards and over the cowering form of Pinkie Pie. The streets suddenly found themselves devoid of pony life as the Princess grew angrier and angrier. “What are thou going to giveth me to make me rejoice, hmm? You are not that appealing to Luna that she would want of you. You are far too fat.”
Pinkie Pie blinked a few times, the gears in her mind spinning and spinning so loud that the entire town could feel the whirling. “Um, I was sorta meaning a discount, on the price?”
“The price? Do you, do you?” Luna staggered back, jaw dropping inasmuch as her chins allowed. “You expect Luna to pay for your atrocious services? Why, you will be the one to pay Luna, vile peasant!”
“B-but I don’t have a lot of bits!” the mare exclaimed, standing up in her own defence even as tears sprang to her eyes.
Again, Luna licked her lips. “Then we will find other ways to entertain me! Come.” With a final barked order, the princess picked Pinkie Pie up with her magic and tossed the pink bundle of confusion into the store. Next, she levitated her loveless handles and trotted after her.
“This is ridiculous,” Raindrops said, spitting on the roadway in disgust. “Look at that, that was nothing if not bullying!” With a stomp of her forehoof, the mare huffed with indignation. “I’m tired of this, this unbelievable tyranny. Just because they’re all powerful does not give them the right to mistreat ponies.” She crossed the roadway, ponies all over staring at her with marked indecision, like a chipmunk in the headlights.
Grabbing onto a box marked “Soap”, Raindrops dragged it to the centre of the thoroughfare and climbed atop it. It is then that our heroine became true to her calling. “Ponies of Ponyville! Please, gather around, for I have things of great import to say!”
A cool wind rustled, grabbing the mare’s mane and billowing it out behind her as she stood above them all, glowing in the fresh light of the sun. “We have lived our lives in peace, always seeking to do good, always working hard, always being fair. And yet, those above us, our trusted leaders, have no qualms about breaking this trust, of shattering our peace and of idling in stagnant laziness while whipping us into doing their bidding.
“It’s time for this to end!” She puffed out her chest and made herself tall, wings ramrod straight on her back. With a forehoof, she pointed to Roseluck. “Roseluck, my friend, how much do you pay in taxes?”
“Um, well....” the mare said, backing away at the sudden attention. Ponies were gathering from everywhere, awed and curious.
“Please, have no fear, Nopony will hurt you.”
“Um, well, right now the taxes are at eighty percent. It’s the new swagger tax that’s really hard to pay....”
Raindrops nodded sagely then turned to another pony. “Thunderlane, didn’t you want to buy a new carriage? Why couldn’t you?”
The black pegasus blinked a few times, coughed into his hoof, then answered, “I wasn’t allowed to. Celestia passed a law that said that only she’s allowed to have a pimpmobile, and that means that nopony can have any sort of vehicle anymore.”
“Terrible. Derpy, tell me, what happened to all your muffins?”
“Luna ate them!” the pegasus wailed, tears springing to her eyes as she knelt over and cried. Some nearby ponies patted her back consolingly.
“Ponies, I believe that it is high time that we do something about this. We must march and face the vile wretches that dare to hurt us. But first,” Raindrops said, rising a hoof to calm the crowd. “We must pave the way. We must entice our fellow ponies into joining us. For the more we are the more powerful we will be.”
“Ponies, are you ready to rumble?”
And that’s how Raindrops started a war.
Ten thousand marched for the mountain of Canterlot. A long snaking row of ponies wielding rolling pins and brooms that stretched out to the horizon and back marched out. Pegasi from Cloudsdale marred the sky like a black cloud. Earth ponies from Appleloosa and the far west congregated about, pushing carts and honing their makeshift weapons. Unicorns from every corner of Equestria sharpened their horny heads. But one and all they looked at the mountain with fear and awe.
Canterlot’s mountain tore out of the ground like the jagged edge of a knife, rising higher than the eye could see as dark clouds milled around its peak. Jutting out of the omnimous rock masses’ side was the city of Canterlot itself.
A collection of dark, needle thin spires reached for the sky, like claws trying to choke the throat of the world. It was over the city that the clouds congregated, spinning in perpetual circles while slices of thunder and lightning surged out and played across the tower’s sides.
“It’s rather bleak,” Roseluck said, shivering until Big Macintosh place a hoof across her back.
The trio of friends were walking at the fore of their makeshift army, stepping on the well-trod path that gently led up to the castle. They avoided brambles and cruel plants covered in thin, wicked barbs and tried not to blanch at the indistinguishable stains on the roadway.
“It’s okay,” Raindrops said, adjusting the edge of the thick clock that now adorned her. Perched on her head was a thick helm of steel, an ancient symbol of leadership in an Equestria long gone. The row of gaudy feathering sticking out of it didn’t seem to bother the young pegasus one bit. “Our ponies our strong, it shouldn’t be much of a problem.”
For well over six months, the trio had gone from city to city, from town to town, freeing ponies from the oppressive government that ruled them and showing them a new way of life. Ponies were picked to lead and many joined her cause, following her as she went from town to town and preached her message. Now, they stood at the gates of their worst enemy, ready to talk.
“Do you really think that Celestia’s going to listen to you?” Roseluck asked.
“Nope, but I can try. And if it doesn't work, I’ll kick her flank so hard she’ll wake up next Tuesday with a mustache.” Raindrops took in a deep breath of the mountain air, taking in hints of lavender and sulfur and that weird smell that comes from a battery that exploded.
The ponies behind them started to move erratically, murmurs and worried, hushed tones filling the air as they moved about. Staring over her crowd, Raindrops saw their attention rising to the skies above, a million uncertain eyes following the downwards trajectory of something.
Snapping her head around, Raindrops narrowed her eyes as she searched the skies, spotting after a moment’s looking the target of everypony’s attention.
A white chariot, pulled by a pair of stallions, was coasting to the ground, the spinner caps on both sides spinning wildly in the wind, whistling as the princess’ carriage came charging down. A white head poked out the side, adorned with a pair of shutter shades that were pinched onto the tip of her muzzle. “Yo, yo every poneh!”
“Would you look at that! Man, I’ve never seen this many ponies in one place since like, forever! This gonna be one cray-cray party fo’shizzle!” With a hop, skip and jump Celestria tumbled out of her carriage, the golden chains on her neck swaying from side to side and displaying to all the sign that said “PIMPSTER”.
“This isn’t a party, Princess!” Raindrops said as she pushed of the ground and rose to the air.
She spat out the princess’ title like it was worthless and tasted of cabbages and bad hentai. “We’re here, all of us, to give you a warning.”
“What’s this? Yo phreaks here ta tell me how ta act? Gurl, Imma make you mah bitch before you tell me how to roll.”
Raindrops ground her teeth together but kept her cool. “Please, just listen to us,” she said as they reached the same height and hovered near one another. “Your tyranny, your vile actions, will not be allowed to continue. If you do not start changing, right now, then everything that is decent will rebel. We are powerful, more so than you. And you must realise this.”
Celestia rolled her eyes and yawned into her hoof. “Hun, you wacked out. Didn’t ya learn in school that ya ought not waste time tryin’ ta piss of a deity? It ain’t smart.”
“Well, perhaps my schooling would have been better, if you didn’t cut the budget to build a ‘really flippin’ sweet hot tub yo’ the size of a small town!”
The princess huffed, crossing her forehooves over one another as she looked away. “Fine, so ah wasted some dough. What’cha gonna do about it? I’m half a mind to kicking your flank.”
“You’re always half a mind,” Raindrops retorted. “We want our kingdom back, and we want it now!”
“Over mah dishy dead body.”
Raindrops offered Celestia a grin and for the first time the princess’ mind gave her a little hint that she might wish to reconsider. “Gladly.” After whispering, Raindrops spun about in mid-air and faced her make-shift army. “Equestrians, today we take back what is rightfully ours! Today, we will win!”
The roar of ten thousand ponies was deafening, battering the two airborne mares like a solid wall of fierce pride. The crowd surged ahead, galloping even as they emptied their lungs in shout or fired magical missiles towards the castle.
The princess took flight, rocketing towards the sky like an editor running away from bad grammar. “Wake up, sound them alarms, we’ve got ourselves some bad stuff goin’ on down here!”
Like a slumbering giant, the city of Canterlot awoke, lights appearing in the cloud-shrouded darkness and pegasi clad in dark armours taking to the sky. The gates opened and hundreds of guards poured out, forming thick battlelines that reeked of iron and magic.
Still the free ponies charged on, loud enough that their call rallied about even the loudest defender. In the skies the two armies met, clashes of thunder and screams of pain echoing out as a rain of blood and bone began to fall.
“Yo, you the baws of them roundy punk-ass kids?” the princess asked, her ethereal mane billowing out behind her and forming a great wall of brilliant light. “Cos Imma gonna cut ya.” Her horn glowing a deep indigo, Celestia squinted and focused as a beam of light appeared and formed a rough circle in front of her. Sparks of magic flashed within her creation and the princess slid a hoof into it, coming out with a piece of cold metal.
With a flick of her wrist, the circle disappeared and her switchblade slid open. “Imma cut you, Imma cut you so bad, you wish I didn’t cut you.”
Celestia had no more time to gloat before her head was twisted aside, a pair of hooves crushing into her lower jaw with frightening strength. “Suck it, Princess,” Raindrops growled as she pulled back and flew in a tight loop.
Wings beating against the wind, Raindrops reached out, grabbed Celestia by the mane, and pulled. Her hoof entwined in the material and Celestia’s head was yanked back, eyes growing wide as her scalp moved. “You are not my pimp!” Raindrops screamed into the deity’s ear. “I am my pimp.” Reaching down, she fumbled with the chains around the princesses neck, then grabbed a firm hold of them before jerking them back.
Celestia’s horn glowed once more, a tendril of magic wrapping itself around Raindrops and whipping her around.
Like a wayward banshee, Raindrops zipped through the sky, only stopping when she crashed back first into an unsuspecting stallion of Celestia’s army. She coughed, her screams cut off as her lungs emptied.
Roaring in defiance, Raindrops shrugged away the damage as she fell and searched the skies.
It wasn’t long before she found her target.
Celestia was in her carriage, duel-wielding uzis while she screamed obscenities at the ponies below.
Bullets marred the sky as the princess fired into the air without bothering to aim. Twisting her wings around and forcing herself against the strong winds and tides, Raindrops plummeted towards the princess, veering off violently when one of the strings of bullets zipped her way.
Placing both her forehooves in front of her face, Raindrops aimed precariously for the wooden staff that connected to the yokes of the two cart-pullers. Like a toddler ripping through licorice, Raindrops shattered the bar, bits of shrapnel flying everywhere as the two stallions let out a shocked cry and spun about.
Wide-eyed, Celestia gasped as he carriage lurched forwards and began to spin out of control, her body crushed against the dashboard under the pressure of centrifugal force. “Aw, man, you busted my ride. I’mma kill you fo’shizzle now!” she screamed at the top of her lungs as she pushed herself up and tried to face Raindrops.
Thinking fast, Raindrops grabbed on to the carriage’s edge and bit into one of the spinning hubcaps. With a grunt she ripped it out, the sharp edges biting into her as she let go of the cart and freefell above it, the disk still firmly held in her jaws.
“Aw, you stole mah wheels!” Celestia said as she finally freed herself from her carriage and allowed it to crash on the mountainside far below. “That ain’t happen since the last time ah parked in Manehattan. You gonna pay.”
“Eash shish,” Raindrops swore, twisting her entire body about and whipping around with her head. Just as she reached the zenith of her turn, she let go of the disk.
The hubcap whistled through the air, weaving from side to side as it beelined for the very surprised Celestia. With a sickening thud it stabbed into the monarch, like a shuriken that had lost its way.
Chocked and gasping for air, the princess reeled back, momentarily forgetting to flap her wings as she began to drop like a stone. “I’ll show you what it means to be a pimp,” Raindrops screamed as she surged after the wayward princess. Landing on the white monarchs form, Raindrops lifted a forehoof and backhanded the princess. “You have got to learn your place!”
“Never! It’s my milkshake that brought all the boys to the yard!”
“Well, maybe you might wanna add some rock to it!”
They crashed.
A great gout of dust and ash took to the air, puffing out around the scene and hiding everything from view in a grey cloud. Rocks tumbled down the hill, displaced for the first time in eons as they crumbled and moved.
The dust cleared, revealing a morbid scene that would replay in the mind of many for decades.
Raindrops stood atop Princess Celestia, sweating from head to hoof as she panted. Royal blood marred her features, turning the mare into a deep crimson as she looked around her. The Princess was curved in an unsightly fashion, her wings wide open and bent at odd angles as shallow breaths made her move almost imperceptibly.
“Raindrops?” she asked, her failing eyes searching for the mare.
“Yes, Princess Celestia?”
“Your milkshake is are the sucks.”
With that, Celestia died.
Raindrops nodded, revelling in the wisdom of the monarch’s last words. Around her, the battle raged on, but the would-be winners were obvious. The free ponies, outnumbering their enemies a hundred to one, were pushing deep into Canterlot territory even as some of Celestia’s once-loyal subjects suddenly decided to change sides. “We’ve won,” Raindrops said.
The Princess’ body began to move, alarming Raindrops as she stared at the white coat of the monarch evaporating with gouts of bluish flame. The smoke of it wrapped itself around her body, smooth and oily as it pressed against her.
A horrible tearing coursed through Raindrops, ripping and rending her delicate skin and eliciting a massive scream of ethereal pain. Her wings shot out behind her, each and every feather splayed out as a blueish glow enveloped them. Under her gaze and that of many thousands, the feathers grew thicker, then jutted out, becoming fine blades along her back.
Her legs were next, first her hind legs that grew suddenly and pitched the mare forward then her forehooves spiked out, crushing the soil underneath with a massive boom that left a circular imprint on the rock mass.
“What’s going on?” Raindrops asked before a sharp pain lanced through her mind, splitting connections even as her eyes glowed and her mane began to flow on a non-existent wind. Her forehead moved, the bone becoming soft while the still-burning ashes of Celestia’s body formed a funnel-like tornado that connected to her head.
When the winds dissipated, a collective gasp echoed across the mountains. Ponies on both sides of the battle stopped their fighting and crowded on the edges to watch as Raindrops stood.
She stared back, magical mane whipping as she looked to them with glowing eyes and a glowing horn. Stretching out her massive wings, Raindrops shot to the air and pirouetted, scatterings of glowing, magical ash flowing out from her and burning into the air, turning the dusk into a brilliant dawn. “Ponies, this is the start of a new day! Put down your arms, for now we glorify candy and gum-gums! All hail me!”
The dark ponies that had followed Celestia scattered, running with their tails between their legs as the vengeful minions of our heroine chased them, spurred on by their new god-emperor’s words and presence.
Some, the braver pegasi of Celestia, charged towards Raindrops, screaming and shouting about the obscene things they would do to her.
Uncertain but willing, Raindrops shut her eyes and attempted to focus her magic on the oncoming ponies, thinking of doing them harm, of eliminating them from Equestria by means of death.
A massive red beam shot out of her horn, swaying from left to right and washing over the charging pegasi.
Under the eyes of everypony gathered, the skin was torn off their backs and their bones were turned into burning embers. Their eyes melted and sizzled, popping out of their sockets while the ponies screamed with lungs that spewed out thick gulps of acidic candy.
They did done die.
Raindrops blinked, biting her lip as she cringed. “Oops?”
Immediately, what little resistance was left evaporated and nearly every pony crushed their faces to the ground, worshiping their new princess.
That night, in Canterlot castle, the heads of Raindrop’s new nation congregated around a table that had been set in the throne room. The ponies, some of them of simple birth, glanced up in awe at the cathedral ceilings and the gigantic panes of stained glass that towered above them.
“Ladies and Gentlecolts,” Raindrops said as she sat at the table’s end, her wings wrapped around her body like an enveloping shroud. “We have a bit of a kerfuffle on our hooves. Luna, the other traitor to pony kind, is missing. With her disappearance we have also lost sight of the great majority of our foodstuffs. Important chefs and cooking ponies from all across Equestria have also faded into obscurity. We need to address this pressing matter and immediate, else my coronation party will be without cake. And that, that would really suck.”
One of her generals a pony stood and coughed to gain some attention. “I believe we have another bit of an issue, your ladyship.”
“And what would that be?”
“The moon is falling towards Canterlot. And Luna is riding it. Also, she’s prepared a feast. On the moon. That is coming to us at terminal velocity.”
Abandoning her congregation, Raindrops zipped to the nearest window and glared at it, wishing that she were on the other side. A pop of magical energy later and the glass teleported itself behind her, leaving an opening in the wall. “Close enough!”
As she reached the window sill, Raindrops looked up, eyes narrowing as she saw the gigantic grey orb that was gently descending to them, threatening them with its slow spinning as it grew ever nearer.
“Huh, well, that’s the sucks.” Firing out a beam of magic, Raindrops sliced the moon in two and pushed it back to its place in the night sky. Then, still using her power, she grabbed the very surprised Princess Luna and slid her between the two massive rock halves then pressed them together with massive power.
Raindrops turned and faced the stunned assembly of generals. “She was hungry, so I made her a sandwich.”
“A sandwich.”
“Sandwhich.”
“Which.”
“Which pills is she supposed to take?” Roseluck asked, the tip of her hoof tapping against a clear plastic bottle.
The nurse touched the two pill bottles in turn. “Two of these in the morning, and one of these after supper. That’s all. Also, you should lighten her meals a little.”
“Oh, Roseluck said. “So that the food doesn’t conflict with the pills?”
The nurse shook her head, blond mane weaving from side to side. “No, she could stand to lose a few kilos is all.”
She sat down, a grin forcing its way across her face as the dawn’s light snuck between the open curtains of the nearby window. “So, this is the sun room, right? Does she usually sleep here, or does she have her own room?” she asked, waving a hoof at the mare in the nearby rocking chair. The chair had long since stopped rocking.
In it sat a mare, wrapped up in a quilted blanket with a gentle smile on her face. Her cheeks were puffed and red as she breathed in and out slowly. Licking her lips in her sleep, the mare twisted in her spot and murmured, “In the moon, Beee-yatch.”
“Whelp, as long as you can take care of her, she can go home,” the nurse said, looking at Raindrop’s sleeping form. “I still can’t believe she won. And what she did with the bits...”
“Is hardly surprising?” Roseluck finished, arching an eyebrow.
“Pretty much.” Again the nurse mare shook her head. “I can’t believe she blew ten thousand bits on candy and pastries, then ate it all in a day. That’s the wildest sugar rush I’ve ever seen. Oh, miss Pinkie Pie visited earlier, talked about cake and some Princess coronation thing.”
“Oh, yeah.” Step by step, Roseluck approached her friend then placed a hoof on her shoulder. “Come on, Rainy, let’s go home.”
“I am the batmare.”
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