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// Weekend at Uncle Discord's: Day One 
// Story: CMC: The Next Generation 
// by DisneyFanatic23 
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	"What do you mean you're leaving?"

"Sorry, RJ," Scootaloo said as she packed her suitcase. "But Snips and Snails booked us a gig in Las Pegasus. As much as I love hanging with you guys, we rock stars gotta make a living. Don't worry. I won't be long. We'll be gone for three days tops."

"But who's gonna take care of us while you're gone?" Prism demanded. "And don't tell me you're leaving the twins in charge! Not even Mom trusts them!"

"Thunder!" yelled Lightning from the kitchen. "That was my cookie!"

"Really?" Thunder's voice retorted. "I didn't see your name on it!"

"You already had ten cookies, you pig! That cookie should've been mine!"

Scootaloo and Prism cringed as they heard the sounds of two ponies wrestling each other to the ground.

"Don't worry, I'm not stupid," Scootaloo said. "That's why I asked Fluttershy if she could take you for the weekend."

That turned Prism's frown upside-down. "You mean we get to spend the weekend with Uncle Discord and Aunt Fluttershy?"

The twins stopped their fighting and poked their heads into Scootaloo's room.

"Did we hear you say we're staying at Screwball's for the weekend?" Lightning inquired.

"Awesome!" Thunder exclaimed. "You know what that means!"

"PARTY!" they both shouted.

"Hold it, you two!" Scootaloo commanded. "You're not throwing any parties without responsible adult supervision."

"Okay!" they cried, their excitement not wavering.

"And no, Discord does not count as a responsible adult."

That put a damper on their mood.

"Oh well," Lightning shrugged. "Their house is still the coolest!"

Thunder nodded. "With the bouncy room..."

"The bowling alley..."

"The ball pit..."

"The rocket launcher..."

"We don't need to throw a party to par-tay!"

"And we get to hang out with one of our best friends!"

"And Uncle Discord!" Prism squeaked. "He's the best uncle ever! And what's not to love about Aunt Fluttershy? Oh, you're still my favorite though, Scootaloo."

Scootaloo laughed. "Sounds like you kids will have fun. Hope it makes up for the fact that I'm bailing on you guys."

"Oh, we'll be fine," Lightning said, waving her hoof. "You just have fun in Las Pegasus, the party capital of Equestria… Wait, can we…?"

"No!"





"You're soooooo lucky!" Cherry Pie piped as the five best friends trotted down the steps of the school that Friday afternoon. "Sometimes I wish my parents would leave us more often, so we can stay at Uncle Discord's whenever we want!"

"You guys could always come over and hang out," Prism said.

"Can't," Blueberry said, shaking her head. "Mom is throwing a big 'Coming Out of Hiding' party for Dad and we need to be there."

"Oh, right," said Gemstone. "That whole thing about your dad being not your dad but still your dad, but he really wasn't and..." She put her hoof to her head. "My head hurts."

"What are you doing this weekend, Gem?" Raspberry asked.

"Mummy's going to the doctor's and wants me to come with her. Today's the day we find out if I'm getting a baby brother or sister."

"Neato!" Cherry chimed. "Which do you want it to be?"

The unicorn took a moment to think. "I don't know. Mummy and Daddy want it to be a boy, since they already have a girl, they said. But if I had a little sister, we could play dolls, dress-up..."

"Steady there," Prism interrupted. "Having siblings isn't all fun and games. My sister rarely ever plays with me and my brother's just annoying."

"But they're older," Blueberry pointed out.

"And we're sisters!" Raspberry squealed. "And we're the best of friends!"

"Yeah," Prism snorted. "But you guys've been joined at the hip since birth."

Gemstone sighed. "It doesn't matter what it is. When the baby arrives, I want to help out anyway I can, but I don't know if I'll be a good sister or not."

The pegasus smiled and put her hoof around the unicorn. "Hey, you'll be a great sister."

Gemstone looked at her wearily. "How can you know that?"

"You're a good friend, and like the Tri-Pies said, siblings are friends for life." Prism then pouted. "No matter how annoying."

"Hey, Penguin!"

The fillies turned to see Kicks waving to them. "Come here! I wanna talk to ya!"

Gemstone rolled her eyes. "Didn't he get the message after you punched him in the shoulder today?"

"He probably wants a black eye for dessert!" Cherry growled, pounding her hooves together.

"Simmer down, guys," Prism said calmly. "I got this."

She stomped up to the green pegasus colt, her eyes narrowed at him.

"Whatever it is, make it snappy. My ride's coming any minute."

"Fine," Kicks said gruffly. He then moaned as he rubbed his shoulder. "You hit me pretty hard today."

Prism chuckled. "That's what you get for calling Gem 'dumb.'"

"You know I didn't mean it. I have a cousin who has autism."

"Then why'd you pick on her?"

"Same reason you punched me. I've got a reputation to uphold. Anyway, our little fight today got me thinking…" He looked her in the eye and grinned shyly. "You doing anything this weekend?"

Prism raised an eyebrow. "Why?"

He circled his hoof in the dirt. "Well...I was gonna catch the new Daring Do movie and...I know you like the books and I was wondering..."

"Hold on. I sock you in the shoulder and your first thought is to ask me out?"

The colt nodded and the filly crossed her hooves.

"You really are something, Kicks."

He blushed. "So...can you?"

Prism shook her head in exasperation. "We've been over this! You've got your rep, I've got mine. And I told you I'm not interested in colts yet. Besides, I'm staying with my Uncle Discord and Aunt Fluttershy for the weekend, so I'll be busy."

Kicks frowned. "Oh. Well...okay."

She felt a little bad as soon as she saw that sad face. Hurting his shoulder was one thing, but hurting his feelings was another. However, it was the way things had to be. She glanced back at her friends, who were watching in anticipation.

"Listen," Prism whispered. "My friends are kind of expecting me to give you a black eye, so..."

Kicks' face lit up. "Okay!"

She shook her head with a sigh and threw her hoof in his face. He collapsed to the ground, but she had made sure not to hit too hard, only because she pitied him. He looked up at her with his good eye and smiled in gratitude.

"Yup," she grumbled as she returned to her friends. "You really are something."

"What was that all about?" Gemstone inquired.

"Eh," Prism shrugged. "He was nagging on my non-existent love life."

"Typical," Raspberry groaned.

"Boys," Blueberry said, shaking her head. "Do they ever learn?"

Every filly and colt jumped at the roar of a motor. They all looked in the direction of the sound and out of nowhere came a long, grand motorcycle. It skidded to a halt in front of the Cutie Mark Crusaders and they smiled once they noticed the driver.

"Uncle Discord!" they shouted.

The draconequus was wearing a black helmet, motorcycle jacket and sunglasses to match. He lowered his sunglasses to get a look at the fillies.

"Hey there," he greeted. "Any of you lovely ladies care for a ride?"

Prism did not hesitate to jump on the bike. Discord snapped his fingers and made a helmet appear on her head.

"You're the awesomest uncle ever!" Prism exclaimed as she gripped her hooves around his waist.

Discord huffed. "Was there ever any doubt? Shall we be off, my dear?"

He was about to squeeze the handle of the bike when Gemstone cried, "Wait! Uncle Discord, is it alright if I come by tomorrow afternoon? I need Prism to help me with my homework."

"Of course!" Discord replied cheerfully. "The more, the merrier!" He then pressed down on the handle and the motorcycle let out a growl. "Ta-ta, my little ponies!"

After popping a wheelie, the bike zoomed at hyper speed, leaving a trail of flames burning into the road. The Tri-Pies and Gemstone waved as it disappeared, while the other foals stood with their mouths agape.





When Discord and Prism slid into the living room of his castle, Fluttershy let out a squeak and scooped her baby Zany up in her hooves. When she turned around, however, she sighed in relief. That relief quickly turned to anger.

"Discord, you frightened me!"

The draconequus took off his helmet and shook his head. "Sorry, honey."

He leaned down and kissed her forehead, then Zany's. Fluttershy then noticed that Prism was with him.

"Discord," she said again, putting down Zany and flying up to the filly. "I told you to stop giving foals rides on this thing!" She set Prism down on the floor. "It's dangerous!"

"Hey!" Discord protested. "I put a helmet on her, didn't I?"

"That was awesome!" Prism exclaimed, taking her helmet off. "You're the best, Uncle Discord!"

"Oh, stop," he chuckled.

There was a long pause and then he looked expectantly at the filly.

"I didn't mean literally."

"Discord," Fluttershy giggled, "that's enough."

"So where are the others?" Prism asked.

"They're all in the ball pit."

"WHAT?!" Discord exclaimed. "You let Screwball and that changeling into the ball pit alone?!"

"No. Thunder and Lightning are with them."

"And you trust them?!"

He teleported himself and Prism to a room in the castle filled with colorful rubber balls. They went up to Discord's middle, but Prism had to dig to get some air.

"MOTHBALL!" Discord bellowed. "YOU BETTER NOT BE FOOLING AROUND WITH MY DAUGHTER!"

He yelped as a red ball hit him in the back of the head. He spun around when he heard snickering.

"Who threw that?!"

Thunder's head popped out of the pit, a mischievous look on his face.

"Can't catch me!" he taunted.

He laughed as he submerged. Discord gritted his teeth together in a growl.

"Why, you little..."

He put his paw and claw together and dove in after him. Prism looked around; trying to find any signs of life, but it was as though she was the only one in the sea of rubber balls. She shrieked as something grabbed her leg and pulled her under. Then a hoof slapped over her mouth and her eyes met two endless purple swirls.

"Shush!" Screwball whispered. "Come with me, if you want to live."

The chaotic pony used her magic to make a small tunnel so they could move easily through the pit. Deep within, they reached an air pocket. Lightning Dash was there, wearing an army helmet, crouched behind a barricade of gummy bears and beside a pink flag with a picture of a screw and a ball, matching Screwball's cutie mark.

"Commander!" Lightning exclaimed. "You found a new recruit!"

"What's going on?" Prism finally asked.

"We're playing Capture the Flag," Screwball explained.

"In a ball pit?"

"Sure, why not? It's girls against boys. Thunder and Mothball just recruited Daddy."

"They've got a chaotic being," Lightning said, "we've got a chaotic being. That makes us even."

"Not really. Daddy's got over a thousand years of experience on me."

"Can't you just summon the enemy's flag with your magic?" Prism inquired.

"Well, sure, but where's the fun in that?"

"That's why we made the rule," Lightning added. "No teleportation or levitation spells of any kind. The game would end too fast otherwise. So, you in, little sis?"

"You bet!" Prism said excitedly.

"Welcome to Team Screwball!" the chaotic pony exclaimed, slapping an army helmet on the filly.

"So what do I do?"

"Right now," Lightning said, stepping out from the barricade, "you're on guard duty. I'm gonna try and infiltrate the enemy camp. And please, kid, don't mess this up."

Prism shot her sister a glare as she dashed through the tunnel opposite the one she had entered with Screwball.

"I'm gonna scour the terrain," Screwball said, summoning a radar in her hoof, "and watch out for any intruders."

"And me?" the filly questioned.

"Stand guard. Don't let any pony reach the flag."

She glanced down as the device in her hoof beeped.

"Ooh! My honey bunch is 10 feet beneath us. I'll meet him halfway there! Maybe we can finally get a kiss!"

She was suddenly dressed in a yellow swimsuit and bathing cap and dived further into the pit in the same manner her father had done before. Thus, Prism was left alone with the gummy bear fort. She sighed heavily.

"I'm missing out on all the action!"

She looked up at the flag and then shrugged. "Might as well do the best I can."

Prism stomped her hoof, straightened up and stood firmly in front of the flagpole.

"No pony's getting by me! No pony!"

"Well, how about a draconequus?"

The filly yipped in surprise and spun around to see Discord standing behind her, wearing a helmet similar to hers. After feeling the top of her head, she realized it was her helmet!

"Hey!" Prism cried, jumping up to reach her helmet. "Give that back!"

"As you wish," Discord said with a shrug, dropping the helmet on the filly's head. "It's not what I'm here for, anyway."

He chuckled as he plucked the pink flag from its pole as if it were a flower petal. Prism charged at him, but he effortlessly pushed her back with his claw. He continued to hold her head as he watched her legs flail wildly.

"Oh, this is too easy," he snickered. "Well, as fun as this is, I have a game to win!"

His head turned into a drill and he bored through the rubber balls.

"Hey!" Prism called, attempting to follow him. "Come back here with that!"

But as soon as she was in the tunnel, it started to collapse and balls were raining down on her. Her hooves dug with all their might, but the pit was so thick! Soon she heard a cry of victory from Discord and Thunder Dash.

"Yeah!" she heard her brother say. "Boys rule and girls drool!"

There was a "humph" from Lightning. "I should've known not to leave Prism on guard duty."

"Where's Mothball? We're supposed to be celebrating!"

"Wait a minute," Discord's voice said. "Where's my daughter?" Prism jumped as she heard an angry yell. "YOU LITTLE INSECT! YOU TWO ARE MAKING OUT DOWN THERE, AREN'T YOU?!"

She heard him dive further into the pit.

"Let's get out of here," her sister's voice said.

"Yeah," Thunder's voice agreed. "Let's find the bowling alley."

"Wait!" Prism shouted. "Guys, help!"

She was stuck in the middle of the pit and had lost all sense of direction. She lashed out her hooves and tried to move as many balls aside as possible. She wished she wasn't so small. Even for a filly her age, she was considered small. Not particularly in height (only one inch below average), but in physique. She had a few muscles in her legs from playground fights, but not enough to dig herself out of a ball pit. Her waist was thin, so it felt like the pit was closing in on her until it fit her tiny body.

Prism had to get out, or else she might suffocate! You can do this, Prism. Mom says when you lose your sense of direction, go up. Of course, that rule mostly applied to flying, but she could still dig upwards.

She struggled to lift her hooves and dig as straight up as she could. In a few moments, she could see light and she breathed in a gulp of air as her head broke the surface.

"Look, guys!" she cried. "I made it!"

She looked around the room, but she appeared to be the only one in there.

"Oh come on, guys! This isn't funny!"

She froze when she saw a dorsal fin rise out of the pit.

"Guys?"

She screamed when she felt something grab her leg and jumped so high, she found herself on the ceiling. Her eyes narrowed when she heard two familiar laughs. Lightning's and Thunder's heads rose out of the pit, a fake dorsal fin on the latter's.

"Wow, sis!" Lightning guffawed. "That's the highest I've ever seen you fly!"

"I can't believe it!" Thunder snickered. "You actually thought there was a shark in the ball pit!"

"Not funny!" Prism yelled.

She then looked down, or rather up, at her hooves and realized they were stuck to the ceiling, and that it was a long way down.

"Guys! Get me down from here!"

But the twins were too busy laughing to hear her.

"Thunder? Lightning? Help!"

It was at that moment when Fluttershy opened the door. She gasped when she saw Prism's position.

"Did you kids scare your little sister again?" she demanded.

"Lighten up, Aunt Fluttershy!" Thunder grinned. "It was just a joke."

"Oh dear."

She flew up to Prism and took her in her hooves.

"Come on, sweetie, why don't you help me make a snack in the kitchen?"

"What a baby," Prism heard Lightning whisper. "Nine years old and she still needs some pony to carry her around like a little baby!"

The younger pegasus growled at her siblings. Fluttershy did not set her down until they reached the kitchen.

"How do cheese and crackers sound to you?"

Prism's only response was a groan.

"I'll take that as a yes."

"Why do they always treat me like a baby?" the filly demanded.

Fluttershy shrugged as she got a box of crackers from the cupboard. "It just seems that way sometimes."

"Why? Because I'm little? Because I can't fly?"

"I'm sure they mean well."

"But they're always picking on me and never let me hang out with them! Why are they such jerks, Aunt Fluttershy?"

"Oh, 'jerks' is a strong word, don't you think, dear?"

"But why?"

Fluttershy sighed. "I never had siblings of my own, so I don't know what you're going through. However, my animals often rivaled with their siblings. Sometimes, I had to put them in separate meadows to keep them from fighting."

Prism huffed. "Boy, would I love to be miles away from the twins."

"You know? When Zany arrived, Screwball wasn't too excited about him either. After a few months, however, they became the best of friends."

"But I'm nine years old and they still treat me like a baby!"

"They're your family, Prism. I'm sure they love you."

"Yeah. They love to make my life miserable."

"Maybe if you knew how hard it was to be the older sibling, you wouldn't think that."

"If I was the older sibling, I'd have the time of my life."