//------------------------------// // Incognito // Story: 15 Years // by Mattricole //------------------------------// Much had changed since Ponyville was overran by the walrus. Tendrils of long, bushy hair covered Ponyville like weeds, only more majestic. Many ponies had fallen victim to the great wall of moustache, buried up to their necks with a lopsided grins. Their bodies being massaged and fed grapes in order to keep them alive. How long had this been going on? How many survivors were there? “Not even Pounder escaped,” a young dragon sighed, standing in front of his moustache-covered friend. The only solace Spike could take from watching his friend slowly lose his mind was the fact that Pounder would never use terrible pick up lines on him ever again, and even that didn’t bring him much joy. After all, ever since Rarity had gotten hitched with Rainbow Dash, Spike felt a hole in his heart. A hole no one but his dear friend had come close to filling. But oh, did Pounder try. Trying so hard to fill Spike’s big, gaping hole. The hole in his heart, of course. At least, that’s the hole Spike was hoping Pounder was trying to fill, he didn’t enjoy thinking of the alternative. Sighing once more, Spike turned away from his friend. After a few seconds of walking, he turned back around and grabbed a handful of hair, ripping it out and placing it firmly beneath his nose. If he were to have any hope defeating the walrus, he would need it. Having prepared as much as he possibly could, Spike left his friend for what could possibly be the final time. It was time to end the never ending nightmare. It was time to free the forsaken. Time to show the world what he was truly made out of- “ARF ARF ARF!” “What the-” Sadly, Spike was quickly ensnared in the tangle of moustache. Thinking quick on his feet, he swiftly began gnawing and clawing at the hair in which he was entangled. Had he unleashed a powerful burst of fire, he may have escaped. Sadly he did not think of this and was quickly defeated. It’s a good thing none of the uncaptured ponies relied on him, otherwise they’d be royally screwed right about now. “Well, that ended quickly,” Rarity muttered as she watched Spike get captured by the vast ocean of hair. “I really should call Fluttershy back to Ponyville to take care of that brutish walrus! He’s ruining all of my good business!” Rarity huffed as she turned away from her curtains. Though initially surprised by Ponyville being taken over by a walrus with a magnificent moustache, Rarity was nonetheless prepared for this day. Sure, she originally made a defense plan in case all of the mares with bad mane styles had a armed revolution in the name of terrible fashion sense, but she was able to easily adjust it for defending against a walrus with a magically growing moustache that took over the minds of ponies. She only regretted she didn’t have an actual counterattack plan, but she was fairly sure she would eventually think of one. Or she could just wait for Fluttershy to get back from vacation, whichever comes first. “Rarity, let me in already!” Came a loud bashing against the door, interrupting Rarity’s train of thought. “Coming, Dashie!” Though a royal pain in the flank, the walrus did make for a fantastic workout buddy for Rainbow Dash. “You’re crazy! You’re bat shit crazy!” Rainbow cried as she was finally let back in the boutique after being forced out of the house to do nothing but flee from the ravenous moustaches. “You really should be thanking me, darling,” Rarity tisked as she locked the door. “Thanks to my ingenious idea-” “That nearly got me brainwashed repeatedly!” “-You’re nearly as fit as you were fifteen years ago!” Rarity said as she looked at Rainbow Dash’s now fit and taut body. “And my oh my, am I enjoying the fruits of your labor,” she whispered seductively, licking her lips in sweet anticipation. “Ugh, get a room you two!” Scootaloo gagged, sitting on the couch next to Pumpkin. “Some of us don’t enjoy watching two milfs go at it!” “...I do,” Pumpkin mumbled. Thankfully nopony heard her silent confession – that would have made for an awkward conversation. “Scootaloo! We are not ‘milfs’, as you so eloquently put it! We are simply…” Rarity trailed off, attempting to think of the most appropriate word. “The time has come!” a voice boomed throughout the house, earning several annoyed groans. “Great. Sweetie’s gonna start this shit again,” Scootaloo grumbled. “The bells do not yet toll for thee, Chicken Wing,” a mare in a faux leather jacket grumbled as she slowly walked across the room. “But mark my words, one day you will rest. In. Peace,” Death Belle growled, grumbled, and grunted all in one sentence. “Sweetie, darling!” Rarity called out, earning the glare of her sister. “I know you take your wrestling career very seriously, but I don’t think you taking on the walrus is the best-” “The walrus you speak of!” Sweetie interrupted with a roar. “Is the servant of Beelzebub! Beelzebub is a mere chicken pot pie compared to my dark, mystical powers-” “Of selling moves like some crack-addicted hobo,” Scootaloo scoffed. “Of sending the unworthy to Tartarus!” Sweetie barked back. She then turned back to Rarity, closing the distance between the two sisters. “This servant of Beelzebub will be no match for my powers. I will utterly destroy this demon and take the souls of all of Ponyville for myself!” And as Death Belle made this declaration, her eyes rolled to the back of her head. “Ew, you know I hate it when you do that!” Rarity said as she turned away utterly revolted. “And the walrus will. Rest. In. Peace.” Death Belle declared, her eyes still in the back of her head. Finally, after another ten seconds her eyes… remained in the back of her head, much to Rarity’s chagrin. “Sweetie, that’s enough! Can you please cease your disgusting little habit!” Rarity scolded, but it was to no avail. Soon a look of utter terror formed upon Death Belle’s face as she began screaming like mad! “Rarity, help! My eyes are stuck again!” she cried, earning a groan from Rarity. “Ugh, Sweetie, why do you never listen to me?” Rarity grumbled as she made her way to the first aid cabinet. “One of these days I’m going to let your eyes stay stuck, just to teach you a lesson!” “With this gang of idiots, I can only wonder how long we’ll last?” Scootaloo grumbled, barely noticing the small smile on Pumpkin’s face. “You know, I think I have an idea,” Pumpkin muttered. “Really?” Scootaloo asked excitedly. “Well?! What is it?!” she urged, earning a smirk on Pumpkin’s face. “Oh, you’ll find out. I’m about to summon it!”