Twilight gave a grin to rival that of any villain she had defeated. “Spike, grab me a quill and parchment, I have a letter to send.” After accepting the requested implements, Twilight scrawled out a quick letter. “Could you get this to Princess Cadence, I’ve got an appointment in Canterlot.”
“Okay,” Spike said, confusion and lack of understanding evident as he flamed the letter off to Cadence.
“You and Owlowiscious are in charge of the library until I return.”
Spike replied with only a grunt as Twilight took to the sky toward Canterlot. She still bore her smile as she landed in the garden and sat before the labyrinth. She looked at the pedestal that once bore Discord as a statue for a thousand years, grinning even wider as she summoned a few objects.
Princess Cadence smiled herself—she knew that Twilight would one-up Discord, and her last letter was proof of that. Cadence cantered into the Great Hall as a pondering Discord looked up from the tome.
“Princess Mi Amore Cadenza, have you finally come to respect tradition or do I have to stop you from spoiling the fun as well?” Discord gestured to Celestia’s eternal glare.
“Oh no, Discord, tradition is tradition. And I think Twilight has a report for you out in the garden.”
“But I haven’t sent her a case…”
“I did for you today, couldn’t let you have all the fun.”
“Very well.” Discord’s voice echoed with doubt and distrust.
“Go meet with Twilight, she seemed disturbed by this case and that’s why she came in pony,” Cadence said.
“I’m going.” In a snap he was gone.
“Hope you can stand the taste of your own medicine, Discord.”
Discord frowned slightly as the choice of location, so close to his former prison.
“This had better be good, Twilight,” Discord grumbled.
“I was expecting Celestia or Luna to come along,” Twilight lied convincingly.
“They’re both busy, royal duties and all,” Discord lied in return.
“Of course,” Twilight played along, “So I’m reporting to you today?”
“Yes, Twilight, now get out with it before I lose my patience with you.”
“I call it Case 34,” Twilight said, levitating the objects, which where photos toward the Spirit of Chaos. “And it seems to be the most vulgar of the cases so far.” She knew the plan was working from the look on Discord’s face. He didn’t even look at the pictures Twilight hovered before him. “But that’s not the worst of it,” Twilight said, “I call this one Case 46, and it’s even worse.” She created another set of photos.
“I don’t want to see that, Twilight, send it away.”
“Very well,” Twilight said, vanishing the photos. “The thing is, I couldn’t find any of Fluttershy…”
Discord’s eyes dilated as he saw where this was heading—a path he never expected this journey to take. Thirty-five: If no porn of it can be found, then it must be made. And he didn’t want his first friend dishonored in that way.
“Very good, Twilight,” Discord chuckled with nervousness, “You passed the test… and now it’s over. You can go back home now.”
“Oh, but we wouldn’t want to stray from Tradition,” Princess Cadence said, coming down from the castle.
“Tradition? What tradition?” Discord said, concerned.
“This one,” Princess Cadence said, placing the old tome on the original Strange Cases. “Surely you know what this is, Discord.”
Discord could only give a nervous laugh.
“Now, where are Princess Celestia and Luna really?” Twilight asked.
“Oh, look, there they come now!” Discord giggled with nerves as he released the trapped royals.
“Now, Discord,” Princess Celestia said, “I think you finally know that enough is enough.”
“Traditions can be fun, but some need to be left behind,” Princess Luna contested.
Surrounded, Discord knew this was it.
“Very well, Princesses, I shall abolish this tradition,” Discord muttered. The alternative was somewhere that Discord was unwilling to go. He had gone from prankster to pranked in a matter of a day, and keeping tradition going was something Discord was unwilling to do at such a cost. In a puff of flames, the tome was gone, and the Princesses’ expressions lightened.
“Perhaps it is time for new traditions to be made,” Princess Cadence smiled.
“Time indeed,” Luna agreed.
And so ended the Strange Cases of Twilight Sparkle.