The Usual Susponies

by Einhander

Six Weeks Ago

Chapter 1: Six Weeks Ago

From the testimony of one Ditzy 'Derpy' Hooves:

The whole thing started six weeks ago, a little bit after the dessert contest kerffluffle. You know, the one where the Cake's Cake had been bitten into, and was Donotupia, and the... Uh... Cream filled things... And someone ate most of a moose. But the moose lived?

Yeah! And then they put the moose into the cake and the donuts and they won first prize! Or maybe Pinkie meant she ATE first prize.

Um. Anywho...

A plateful of the Cake's prize winning muffins, which were set for delivery to Princess Celestia, had gone missing at the train station. Mmmm... Muffins!

Anyway, the cargo compartment on the midnight train had been broken into. The box had been ripped apart. All that was left were crumbs, 30 bits, and one smooshed muffin on the floor.

But some pony messed up. The train conductor who found the empty box heard a voice. I guess that's all they needed...?

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Six weeks ago...

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Ponyville

4:30am, Carousel Boutique

Rarity was asleep, dreaming of fashion shows with rave reviews and princes in attendance who knew how to treat a lady. Vinyl Scratch was mixing, somehow mashing up classic orchestra with the latest electronica, but in a tasteful way. Her designs were earning just the right amount of oohs and aahs. And Prince Blueblood—well, Prince Blueblood 2.0—was just as handsome, but this time paid for drinks, opened doors and didn’t turn his nose up at ‘common’ desserts.

It was a recurring dream, but dream Rarity didn't know, and half awake Rarity never minded.

They both minded when the floor of the dreamland runway lit up with a blinding white light, and every pony in attendance (including Prince Blueblood 2.0) scattered. She awoke to that same light, which was somehow penetrating her eye mask.

"Rarity!" Boomed a voice. She hesitated. She thought she recognized the voice. She hoped she was wrong. "The great and powerful Trixie demands you account for your whereabouts two hours ago!"

She wasn't wrong.

Rarity lifted her eye mask and saw she was surrounded by lights and stern stallion faces. The clock read 4:32 Am. Egads. Dream Rarity and Half Awake Rarity rallied and replied:

"I was sleeping, which is what I WAS doing until just now, when you barged in my house so RUDELY. What in Celestia gives you the right to be in my house at this ungodly hour?!"

Trixie smirked and took off her hat, revealing a sort of badge stuck to her mane that a royal seal on it. She was tilting her head as if to say without saying, 'how do I look', utterly unaware that the answers would range from a polite 'fine' to 'oh my what is that THING in your hair here let me get it out for you.'

But Rarity had bigger problems than Trixie's ensemble. A piece of parchment was being magically unrolled in front of her face.

"The great and powerful Trixie has a warrant for your arrest."

The parchment levitated in front of her at eye level. It looked official enough, and the name 'Trixie' was under the title 'authorized to arrest" and her name was among the five listed under 'wanted', and at the very bottom was Celestia's seal. Egads multiplied. She recognized all the names except one, which seemed… off.

”Who is R. Sprint?” she asked.

Trixie rolled up the parchment and said with a smile: "Never you mind. There is a new Sheriff in town, and her great and powerful name is Trixie. Now are you coming quietly or will Trixie's men have to get....rough?"

Rarity looked around, and realized that the stallions were all police stallions. She hesitated. “If this is a joke…”

“Trixie assures you it is not a joke. That is what makes it so amusing! Ha Ha Ha!” she paused, realizing she was the only one laughing, and gestured impatiently to her squad. Eventually hollow “Ha… Ha… Ha”s were her reward, which she joined in on.

Rarity was appalled, on every level. This was real, this was happening. But! Even though she was sleepy and confused and angry and about to be arrested, Rarity was a lady. A lady surrounded by attractive guard ponies and a hateful fake wizard. If outrage wouldn’t work, charm would have to do.

"Trixie, darling, I know you're just doing your job, but really, dragging these poor handsome stallions out in the middle of the night for little old me... Even guard ponies need their beauty sleep." A few of the guards lowered their lights sheepishly. Rarity smiled, then turned to Trixie, and added "then again, maybe no amount of sleep will fix what's broken... "She waved her hoof around Trixie's mane "... In this general area, darling. Best to just keep your hat on."

Trixie's eyes went wide. The police stallions began to snicker. She put on her hat quickly and shouted, "Seize the suspect Rarity!"

**

7:00am, Sweet Apple Acres

Applejack was up early. The sun was rising, there was a crisp wind, and she has just bucked her first tree...yeah, today might just be a mighty fine day.

The family was behind on harvesting the south fields, as Big Mac had gotten sick and the rest of the family had to take care of him. He had gotten better but the harvesting had fallen behind, so everypony got up early today to make up for lost time.

As the apples fell from the tree, she felt a pang of guilt for skipping breakfast. Apple Bloom had made apple cakes, and seemed hurt that her big sister hadn't had any. But Applejack was telling the truth: she just wasn't hungry. She had eaten late. Poor Big Mac had to eat a second stack to make the little chef smiling, and on a smaller stomach too.

She shook her head. Time to look forward, not back. Big day ahead. Squaring up to buck another tree, she realized it had gotten very quiet. Even the birds had stopped chirping. Then she heard a nervous cough behind her.

"Uhh.... AJ?"

"Morning, Big Mac," she replied cheerfully without turning around "ah don't need any help here, but the next acre over would be a great place to start. Gotta catch up to-"

"Uhhhh... Some pony here to see you, AJ."

That made Applejack stop. She loved her friends, but few were early risers, especially this early. She thought hard, then asked: "Who wants to see me at this hour?"

Trixie's voice boomed: "The Great and Powerful Ponyville Police Department!"

Applejack closed her eyes in irritation, then opened them and turned her head slightly. She saw her brother, blushing with embarrassment. She saw at least a dozen police stallions looking sternly. And she saw Trixie, with a big hay eating grin on her face.

"What in tarnation are you talkin about, you big fake show pony?"

"That's SHERIFF big fake show pony to you! I have a warrant for your arrest." She used her magic to hover the parchment.

”Horsefeathers. You’re just here to mess things up again, just ‘cause we showed you were a big faker!”

“Uh…. AJ?” rumbled Big Mac.

Applejack turned to her brother. His expression said it all "Don’t tell me. That thing’s legit?"

Big Mac nodded his head sadly. "Ayup."

Two futures played out in front of Applejack. If it was just the blue unicorn, she’d fix her good and send her on her way, then get back to work. With Trixie PLUS a bunch of police stallions involved… this mess is gonna take up my whole dang day. The only question was whether she'd spend it first arguing and fighting, only then to be arrested, or to cooperate and try to get this sorted as soon as possible. Either way, no apples were being harvested today. She sighed, and bucked the tree with all her might.

With a THUD, Apples rained down around Applejack. Trixie shrieked, "she is resisting arrest! Seize her!"

The police ponies stared at one another, hesitating. Did apple bucking constitute a crime? Applejack wasn't running or stomping her hoofs or threatening any pony. She was just coolly staring Trixie down. When the last apple fell applejack caught it and held it in front of her. The police ponies took a few steps forward. Applejack shook her head, and took a bite.

"Don't worry, y'all. I'll go quietly. Help yourself to some apples. Ain't got time to harvest them now." She walked up to Trixie as the police ponies followed her directions and started munching on the best that Sweet Apple Acres had to offer.

Applejack stared Trixie down. With a calm voice but cold eyes, she asked:

"Think you brought enough ponies?"

**

09:30am, Main Street Market

Fluttershy walked through the market, feeling the sun on her face mix with a nice fall breeze. It was the perfect time to get the proper ingredients for Angel's lunch... Namely, right after she had made Angel's breakfast.

Walking through the various stalls and stands, she gave hellos and nods to the various ponies up and about. There were several police ponies out as well, no doubt to enjoy the nice air. She nodded at them as well, but they stared straight ahead. For a moment, it occurred to her how odd it was that there were... Quite so many police out in the park, with no apparent emergency.

But that moment vanished when she found her favorite vegetable stand. Carrot Top's little storefront had moved in front of the park, and it had the best greens in all of Ponyville. Or more accurately, it had the only veggies that Angel would eat.

"Morning Fluttershy," said Carrot Top with a cheerful (loud) emphasis on the 'morning', "the usual for you today?"

"Yes, please. two bunches of your fancy carrots."

"Do you want regular fancy, or today I have EXTRA fancy carrots? I got them from Canterlot, fresh off the midnight train!"

"Oh my. Extra Fancy? What's makes them extra fancy?"

Carrot Top swelled with pride. "Enhanced carrotness!"

Fluttershy arched an eyebrow. She wasn't sure what carrotness was, but she was pretty sure it wasn't worth an extra two bits per bunch for more of it.

"Just the plain, I mean, your wonderful but regularly priced fancy carrots. Please."

Carrot Top sighed, "No one wants the extra fancy carrots," but then smiled, and began preparing the order. In the distance behind the stand, a figure was waving at her. She squinted and made out little Spike, sitting on a bench with an emerald in his non waving claw and an excited grin on his face. Fluttershy smiled and waved back. The carrots can wait for a moment, she thought.

"Please just hold them for a moment?" She asked as she placed her bits on the counter. "I’ll be right back." Carrot Top nodded and Fluttershy began hopping over to the excited baby dragon.

Suddenly, a stallion appeared in her way. It was one of the police stallions from earlier.

"Oh, excuse me." Said Fluttershy, who took a step to her right to walk around the stallion… who took a corresponding step to his left, still blocking her. Fluttershy flinched and took a step back. The stallion took a step forward. She began to get flustered, wondering What Would Iron Will Do (WWIWD) when it came to police ponies. Then she caught sight of Spike over the police pony's shoulder. The dragon's grin had faded, and his eyes had gone wide. Fluttershy saw movement in the corner of her eye, and turned her head left to see Carrot Top cowering in her stall. Something was wrong.

When she turned her head back front, there were now two police ponies in front of her. She turned right, and there was another. She backed up and ran into somepony, who gave a gruff cough. Usually, in this part of her nightmares, she would start to wake up. As the circle of police got closer and closer around her, she realized that this was not a dream.

"We have you!" Boomed an unfortunately familiar voice.

This was, in fact, her nightmares made real.

"Trixie, the great and powerful, has you surrounded!" The police ponies parted to allow Trixie into the circle. "Trixie demands you confess!" she thundered. "Confess your crimes!"

"Yes! Yes! I confess. Just... Um..." She hesitated. "What am I confessing to?"

--

09:38am, Outside Golden Oaks Library

As Fluttershy was hauled off by Trixie and her posse, Spike jumped off the bench and hurried to the library. If Trixie was involved, Twilight was at risk. And even if she wasn't, her friends- no, THEIR friends- needed their help. He just hoped she had arrived from the train station by now....

He ran as fast as his little legs would carry him, and finally reached the front door of the library. Panting and holding his side in pain, he took a moment to make yet another resolution to get in shape. Then he drew himself up, thrust open the door and said:

"Twilight, Flu-BLARGH!"

The scroll shot out of his mouth, flew in an arc and landed on Twilight's desk. Spike's eyes crossed, he moaned and he fell over on his side.

There was a silence. Then, a voice came from the kitchen:

"Spike is that you? Do you want some coffee?"

Silence continued. Then a purple unicorn trudged into the center room, two cups of coffee floating in front of her. She had watery, bloodshot eyes and was at about half her usual speed. Passing a mirror, she paused to look at her reflection.

"Well, they don't call the overnight train for nothing," Twilight yawned. Then she caught Spike's reflection, gasped, and rushed to her little assistant. The coffee cups fell out of the air, as her concentration switched abruptly from casting the spell to helping her friend.

Other than a little drool, he was unharmed. She smiled and said, "poor little spike, probably working himself ragged while I was gone." She put a blanket over him and shut the door. Then she turned and saw the mess the now broken coffee mugs had created.

The coffee steamed as it burned a dark stain into her rug. She sighed. First her luggage didn’t make the midnight train, and now this.

Today so far, she thought, World 2, Twilight 0.

As Twilight tended to her now snoring assistant, the scroll Spike had coughed up remained on her desk. Unnoticed, and unread.

**

10:45, a Cloud above main street

The morning was well underway, and the beautiful day that was promised earlier had been delivered.

But while the town was bustling with activity, there was a worried tone in every pony's words. Rumors were flying fast and furious, not only of a new Sheriff, but a rash of arrests in a space of a few hours. There was police tape over the entrance of Rarity's boutique, no one had seen a member of the Apple Family at the market all morning, and now ponies were saying that Fluttershy- yes, THAT Fluttershy- had been arrested in broad daylight at Carrot Top's stand for theft.

(Not, to be sure, for stealing anything from Ms. Top. "I didnt call the cops on her! She paid for the fancy carrots! I swear!" She moaned, as the crowd of ponies backed up from her stand, afraid to be similarly accused.)

Considering that the last time anypony was arrested was the great cider riot a few years back, much less charged with anything...

(that would be the last time Mayor ran for Mayor and somepony pied her in the face)

(that Pony was Pinkie Pie, who thought thats what you were supposed to do at a political debate)
(she was given a warning and forced to make a dozen pies for the Mayor as community service)

(she didn't mind.)

It was a dark day indeed. Metaphorically. The actual weather was gorgeous. There was but one cloud in the sky, a very low one, and Rainbow Dash was napping on it.

Oblivious to the rumor mill and the fate of her friends, Dash slept without a care in the world. She had gotten if one were to hover over Equestria's fastest flier and get a bird's eye view, one would see a circle of police ponies converging around the cloud.

In this case, Trixie WAS the one, as she floated above Rainbow Dash in a hot air balloon, signaling her police ponies while her assistant tried to control the balloon. The Pegasus Police ponies were hovering above the cloud on tiny clouds of their own. While the earth ponies were readying piles of rope. Trixie was grinning at the sleeping Rainbow Dash, who was kicking her legs and smiling at some pleasant dream.

Trixie's balloon began to cast a shadow on Dash, and the sleeping mare's smile faded into a grumpy awkwardness. Whatever the dream was, it turned sour as the sun was blocked out. She half opened her eyes.

"What gives," she muttered, "it's not supposed to be cloudy until later..." And she rolled over, hoping the dream would pick up where it-

"The great and powerful Trixie is what gives!"

Dash's eyes flew open.

"And what Trixie gives is... Er... This warrant, because..."

There was a silence, as Trixie trailed off. Dash stared gaping, while most of the police squad gave a collective eye roll. Finally Trixie drew herself up and announced:

"What Trixie gives... Is justice! To the town Trixie has been entrusted to protect! So Trixie is arresting you! That is Trixie's gift... To you!"

Dash stared a moment or two longer, and then she cracked. It began as a small chuckle, escalated into a laugh, followed by a fully certified guffaw. She began rolling on her cloud, holding her sides, trying to stop. It hurt to laugh, but Trixie wasn't helping with her super serious frowny face.

"What is so funny, Rainbow Sprint? Trixie is going to bring you to justice! Behold!"

Trixie produced her warrant. Rainbow stared at the now dog-eared proffered document, and promptly lost it again. "Stop! Stop! You're killing me..."

"Does this warrant for your arrest not quelsh your buffoonery?!"

Rainbow tried to get the tears out of her eyes. "It actually says Rainbow Sprint! I can't believe it! Hahah!"

Trixie paused, quickly re-read the name on the warrant, and glared at the assistant pony in her balloon. The police pony shrunk under her stare. "We TRIED to tell you that wasn't her name.."

Trixie batted her assistant on the head with the warrant, and snarled at Dash, "You won't find it so amusing when the Great and Powerful Trixie has you in chains!"

"Hahahah... Really!? Ha ha ha... hooo... hoo... You and what great and powerful army!

Trixie smiled. At last, the battle of wits broke her way. "THIS ARMY!" With her signal, four police Pegasi suddenly descended from the sky and surrounded Dash. Ropes flew up from underneath and wrapped around Dash. The trap was sprung!

Or at least, it would have, if Dash was still on the cloud.

But once Dash had seen the warrant, misspelled name and all, she knew this was serious (even if it was impossible to take Trixie seriously). And once the Pegasi started coming down, she sped off, kicking the balloon with her back hoof as she got away.

The balloon spiraled from the impact. "After her, you fools!" But her minions were in worse shape, as the surprised Pegasi were ensnared in the ropes the Earth ponies had thrown up. It was a mess.

Dash turned her head and snickered at the sad display. She shouted as she flew: "You're gonna to need a faster balloon if you're wanna catch-"

CRASH

The sound of pony hitting wood could be heard from miles around. The birds heard it. The bees heard it. The entire of Miss Cheerlie's class heard it. Even Granny Smith, who couldn't hear anything, heard it, and chalked it up to an early storm rolling in. In fact, the only creature who didn't hear it was Rainbow Dash.

Dash was fast and brave and bold and loyal, but she still forgot to look where she was flying when she was bragging. She was traveling faster than sound when she hit the now decimated acorn tree. Which means she was out cold before the crash was heard 'round Equestria could reach her ear.

By the time the Police and Trixie eventually caught up with her, she was still out, surrounded by shattered wood, a whole mess of acorns, and one very (VERY) angry squirrel.

**

10:50 AM, Golden Oaks Library

The sound of Rainbow's latest crash tore through Twilight's library, reaching the studying Twilight and the sleeping Spike.

"What was THAT?" Said Twilight.

Spike awoke with a gasp.

"SomeponymadeTrixiethenewSheriffandahearesstedFluttershyweneedtohelpher!"

Twilight stared at her assistant. "What?"

Spike took a breath and said, "A bunch of police ponies arrested Fluttershy and took her away! We gotta go help!"

Twilight cocked her head at Spike. "You got all that from the noise? It sounded like a tree falling to me."

"No! No! I saw it, Twilight! Fluttershy needs our help!"

Twilight shook her head. "It's too early for this, Spike. Why don't you tell me EXACTLY what you saw."

Spike groaned. "Fine! I SAW Fluttershy at the market, she SAW me wave to her, I SAW police ponies surround her, I SAW Trixie say she was the new Sheriff and then I SAW-"

There was a frantic knock at the door. "Hold that thought Spike." Twilight said as she opened the door, finding a very scared little filly holding some sad looking flowers. "Sweetie Belle? Are you okay?"

"H-have you seen my big sister?" She sniffed. "I went over to surprise her with these violets, but..."

Twilight waited patiently. "But...?"

Suddenly Sweetie Belle was bawling. "H-her house is all broken up! And there's yellow tape everywhere! And s-she's gone and I can't find her and the police ponies wont tell me anything these violets are ruined nowaaaaAAAHHH!"

Twilight, flustered at the sudden increase of hysterical youngsters this morning, hugged Sweetie Belle and tried to calm her down. "Now... There there. It'll be alright..."

"But that mean blue unicorn said she's a thief! But Rarity would never! Rarity says crime is uncouth! My big sister wouldn’t ever be couth!"

"A thief?" asked Twilight. She only had a few of the puzzle pieces, but it was all bad. Then she blinked. "Mean blue unicorn?"

"Did she nab your sister too?" piped up a young voice with a twang. They turned to see a red-eyed Apple Bloom, riding on top of a glum looking Big Mac.

"'Apple Bloom? What do you mean 'nabbed too'?" said Twilight.

"Applejack's bee in' railroaded!!" yelled the little pony, who jumped off her brother and began stomping the ground. "She didn't steal no muffins! I don't care what that Trixie says!"

"Trixie?!" Gasped Twilight. "She's back??"

"She says she's the new Sheriff and she can arrest who she likes and if we don't like it we can leave! Well I don't like it, and I ain't leaving!"

Twilight looked at Big Mac. "Is that true?"

"Eeyup."

Twilight turned to Spike, "Why didn't you tell me this sooner?"

Spike gave her a Look, with a capital L. "Seriously?"

Apple Bloom slumped to the ground. "I just want my sister back."

"Me too." sniffed Sweetie Belle.

Twilight was serious now, pacing back and forth. "Okay so Trixie is getting revenge on us... Rarity, AJ and Fluttershy... but it just doesn't make sense... I understand how Trixie could want to be a Sheriff, or want to fool people into thinking she was in charge, but police ponies aren't fools... she'd have to have a royal order... and there's no way Celestia or Luna would give that order.."

"Uh Twilight?" interrupted Spike.

Twilight kept pacing. "or even if they did give that order, they wouldn't have put her in charge of Ponyville... "

"Twilight."

"At least they would have WARNED me! Sent a letter or something!"

"TWILIGHT!"

"Huh?" Twilight snapped out of her inner spoken-out-loud monologue.

"Finally!" huffed Spike. "What about that letter that came right when I ran into the library?"

"What letter?"

"Who!" rumbled Owlicious, flying up to Twilight with the letter in his claws. The owl, who had been woken up by all of the crying and shouting, deposited the letter and then groggily flew back to his perch. Twilight smiled sheepishly and whispered "thanks friend," before quietly ushering everyone outside and closing the door behind her.

"Okay, I'm sure this letter will explain everything. Surely Celestia must be aware that Trixie is..." she trailed off, reading the letter in growing disbelief. She finished, then immediately re-read it, willing the message to change. It didn't. In fact, she was so angry, only certain fragments got through:

My dearest and most faithful student...

...forgive and forget the past...

... Entrusting Trixie with new this responsibility...

Please extend your friendship to this misunderstood...

She has promised to use her abilities for good and not....

Trust me in this...

Princess Celestia

"What does it say, Twilight?"

Twilight took a deep breath, and let it out slowly. It was her new calming technique. It didn't work.

"WHAT the BUCK?!" she screamed.

Spike and the two fillies gasped. Big Mac blushed and whispered to Apple Bloom, "uhhh... Earmuffs."

"This is the DUMBEST thing Celestia has EVER done!” she seethed, “Take the most irresponsible and attention hungry unicorn in the land and make her the law of Ponyville?! Well I don't care if she made Trixie the Sheriff, or the Mayor or... Or the head of the library! Trixie can't just arrest my friends for no reason!"

"Darn straight!" said a new voice. They turned and saw Scootaloo on her bike. "Twilight, are you a law pony?"

Everyone looked at her, and then at one another. Spike raised a claw.

"I believe I can answer this. Ahem." He produced a monocle from somewhere and held up his head. "While Twilight Sparkle is the princess's personal protégé, a master of magic, an excellent friend and caretaker, a natural worrywart and occasional freak-out-er extraordinaire, she has not, in fact, gone to law school." He paused. "Unless she's been sneaking out at night and taking classes." He removed the monocle and scratched his head. "Which, knowing Twilight, is actually possible."

Twilight rolled her eyes. "No, I am not a law pony. What's wrong, Scootaloo? Although I think I can guess."

The little Pegasus had a dangerous glint in her eye. "Look, Rainbow Dash has been arrested for something I know she didn't do, but all that dumb Sheriff would tell me is that she was going to need a smart law pony to defeat her 'great and powerful' justice. Well I don't know any law ponies, but you're the smartest pony I know. So are you going to help spring her legally, or do the cutie mark crusaders have to get a cutie mark in jailbreaking?"

"Yeah!" Said Apple Bloom. "And I bet we'd be really good at jailbreaking too! Right, Sweetie Belle?"

The white unicorn was still crying. "I didn't even know Ponyville had a jail. Poor Rarity... You're going to help, aren't you, Twilight?"

Twilight looked at all the expectant faces surrounding her. Three little fillies, one scared, one angry and one determined. Big Mac, who looked utterly lost. Spike, who returned her gaze and gave her fierce nod. She made a decision.

"No one arrests our friends and gets away with it! C'mon, Ponies. I have a plan. Spike, tell Princess Celestia what's going on here by letter; then go to the train station and wait for Pinkie Pie."

Spike frowned. "Our friends are in danger and you want me to wait for a train?!"

"Spike, if four of our friends have been arrested, Pinkie is also a target. She's on the next train in from Canterlot and she may be in danger. And I need a friend, a strong and loyal friend to protect her."

Spike shuffled his feet, still grumpy but flattered as well. "But I want to go with you. Can’t Big Mac do that?"

"Big Mac is going to go into the Everfree forest and find Zecora. We're going to need back up. Unless you want to go by yourself..."

Spike blinked, and thought about his previous Everfree forest adventures. Then he saluted, "Write a letter. Protect Pinkie. Got it!"

Twilight smiled and turned to the crusaders. "And as for you three-"

"Yes??" The three fillies looked up at her expectantly. She was going to tell them to wait at home, but realized that wouldn't do. Family was family, and the crusaders and Dash were the closest thing to family Scootaloo had.

"You three come with me. We're going to the mayor, and we're going to get Applejack, Rarity, Fluttershy and Rainbow Dash- AND anyone else caught up in this dragnet- we're going to get them all free!"

"Yeah!" chorused Scootaloo and Apple Bloom.

"What's a dragnet?" said Sweetie Belle.

"C'mon every pony! We've got friends to rescue!"

The band cheered, and went their separate ways.

**

Unseen and unnoticed, a pony was watching them from above the library. The pony saw and heard everything, watched them to, and nodded with a small smile.

Then, just like that, the pony was gone.

Comments

[Musleblast]

You know, now I am intrigued enough to know what that letter said!

But in all honesty, it would seem as though Trixie would have to let the ponies legally go, since even though we are cut off from the girls getting cuffed, we do not hear the police ponies give the equestrians their rights, or for Trixie even telling them what crime they were being arrested for in the first place.

And is this story linked to that Trixie sherrif story you have? I need to read it, hang on a second... (Goes off to read the other fanfic.)

EDIT: At least in this story, a creative reason as to why Spike isn't with all of the main cast is used for explination, other than "He's gone away for business in Canterlot" or "I don't wan't you to go, it's too dangerous." or "Watch the library for me.".

Well done, author.

Well done.