Letters From Across The Disgruntled Multiverse

by MixMassBasher


Past Sins by Pen Stroke: Chapter 1

Letters From Across The Disgruntled Multiverse
by MixMassBasher

Past Sins: Chapter 1 : Everfree Discovery OR (The Founding of an OC)

Dear Princess Celestia,

So, it’s been a few days and there are still no leads on the crazy cult that kidnapped me? It seriously seems like somepony on the inside is helping them evade capture. I blame you. Anyways, since that incident I’ve been pestered by Little Miss Rarity. Seriously, first Fluttershy, then Pinkie Pie, then Applejack, then Rainbow Dash, and now her! It’s so fucking annoying. They should honestly stop being so melodramatic, acting like we’re drifting apart or something.

It’s very hard to believe Rarity’s the element of fucking generosity. If she’s so generous then she should leave me the fuck alone. She even had the nerve to give me a freebie favor for my troubles.

Wait a minute, a free favor… Hmm… Well, I’m still horny from yesterday.

It was only later that I realized I was missing my favorite erotic novel; 69 Hues of Neigh. I must have dropped it somewhere when I was being ponynapped. Great! I was getting to the good part of the story. So, after another one of my normal panic attacks, I immediately decided to use my GPS spell and found out the book was back in the Everfree Forest.

Leaving Fax Machine in charge of the library when I left was probably not one of my best ideas. Hopefully I can come back with my book intact before the library burns down. Looking out for crazed cultists, snakes and any possible stoning by cockatrice while in the Everfree definitely hindered the search for my book. Although I think I somehow manage to find one of the pages of my book, but, strangely, the words scribbled on it said “Don’t Look or It Takes You”. This most likely belonged to those crazed cultist. I was even desperate enough to start searching through the bushes, and what do I find instead? The world’s youngest immortal, some black alicorn filly that looks like a Nightmare Moon recolor. Hold on…

Okay, so I’m assuming that this crybaby is the result of an abortion from that resurrection spell that those Crazy Cults tried to do. Nightmare Moon Reborn. Well, they did want a “reborn” master, too bad they have to teach her the ABCs before she could even run a country. They fucked up, that’s for sure. She definitely needs a proper teacher on how to be a tyrant. Perhaps you should bring back Discord.

I ended up feeling a little guilty at how scared she looked at me in that thorny bush. I’m not a monster, that’s for certain so I released her from the thorny bush and brought the little filly home with me. The filly was a bigger coward than our resident doormat. She was scared shitless by a little lightning. If she is Nightmare Moon, meaning she is a part Lunatic, doesn’t that make her have lightning-based abilities or something?

Then it started to rain. I fucking hate the Everfree. My teleportation spell wasn’t working for some reason so I had to take the road home. Returning back (glad my home wasn’t blown to smithereens), I immediately demanded Fax Machine to get me some grub. Walking to my bedroom, I left the filly on my bed and gave her my grub: a celery soup and daffodil sandwich. I then proceeded to give myself a quick bath and orgasm before bathing and patching the filly wounds.

Now let the interrogation begin. I didn’t know whether to believe her truths, doubts, or lies during questioning, but they were quite convincing. I mean, she didn’t even remember her own name. Those cultists DEFINITELY fucked up for sure. Then the filly started crying like a baby again and I ended up feeling a little sorry for her. Not knowing who she was and where she comes from, she must be such a nervous wreck. So, out of pity, I hugged and consoled her saying everything will be alrig—

What just happened? I’m starting to sound nice. I must have been hit by that frying pan pretty damn hard. So now that’s why I’m writing this letter to your whiny ass. I want no part with this filly who even in the slightest possibility could doom Equestria and overthrow yo—


“Hey Spike.” Twilight said politely. (It was weird. She never called Spike by his real name) “Do you mind burning this letter? Let’s keep this secret to ourselves.”

Spike, with an annoying-ass look on his face, grabbed the letter and walked into the other room. Twilight turned around to find the little filly staring at her.

“I guess I’ll just keep an eye on her in the meantime. Come on, little filly, time to go to bed,” Twilight said, the gears turning in her head.

Operation Take The Throne is in Session.


Dear Nurse Redheart,

Thanks for checking on my rope burns. If you want to give me another checkup, come by my library anytime. My place will definitely not be quiet anymore by the time I’m through.

Flirty,
Twilight


Dear Rarity,

We need to talk about your “favors”. That is straight ripping off my Pinkie Promises. So, how about I shove a cupcake in your plot eye and see how you like it?

Insulted,
Pinkie Pie


Dear Spike,

Thanks for the heads up on Twilight going back to the Everfree. If she does get ponynapped again I am definitely raining on her parade right now, that’s for sure. Ha!

Maliciously,
Rainbow Dash


(Extracted From Spike's Letter)
Dear Princess Trollestia Celestia,

There’s a chance Twilight might get kidnapped again. Don’t ruin it.

Annoyed,
Spike