Star-Crossed Dreamers
Rarity slammed the door shut behind her with magic as she entered her boutique in a fit. Her mane was disheveled, leaving what she would call an unsightly mess. The carefully crafted curls on her tail had lost their divine touch, leaving it a tangled mess. Masterfully applied mascara ran down her tear-stricken face as she ran to her room, not bothering to even greet her confused younger sister.
Rarity barely noticed Sweetie Belle as she ran through the front room. Hopefully the little filly would leave her alone until she composed herself. It would be best for her to assume her older sister had spent the night at Twilight’s like last time, when she had found herself stranded in the middle of a rainstorm. Maybe if she was lucky, Sweetie Belle would try to cheer her up with breakfast.
Rarity dashed into her room and jumped facedown on her bed, sobbing into her pillow. Every hindrance and conflict she claimed was ‘the worst possible thing’, but today was absolutely gut-wrenching. She hadn’t felt so worthless in her life, and all her repressed emotions were coming back to the refined and bottled-up mare as her tears soaked her pillow. Makeup ran down her muzzle and onto the bed, staining the pristine sheets. She dug her sore white hooves into the bed as waves of grief ran through her. Her day had started out absolutely horrid.
Yesterday was a normal day in Ponyville. Stitching dresses, playing with her friends, and foalsitting her sister was just another day for Rarity. Yesterday was the day to have her occasional drink for that week to unwind after her stressful work. It was all planned out from the start, a nice glass of pinot noir to relieve her stress and then a simple walk back home. She had been enjoying the drink, nearly ready to pay her tab and leave. Then he came.
A wonderful stallion. A polite stallion. A handsome stallion.
Perhaps if she had not chosen to drink last night at the local wine bar, nothing would have happened. Perhaps if she had stopped after the first glass. She could’ve stayed home and stitched more dresses. Maybe spend time with her dear sister. Bucking apples with Applejack would’ve been a better option, much to the chagrin of the refined mare. Even so, Rarity had not chosen to do so and thus went to her favorite bar, and a classy one at that.
He did what most stallions tried to do. He sat next to her, ordered the same drink. Carelessly threw his bits away and paid for Rarity’s. It wasn’t like she wasn’t used to the attention; many a stallion had tried to bed the mare, but none had succeeded. Rarity was an unmarried lady of class, a pure maiden. Only her prince was to sweep her off her hooves and love unto her in a romantic tryst. A prince this stallion was not.
He was decent, Rarity had supposed. Simple, kind, nice. His words were many the same as others had said, but they carried the weight of sincerity. Sincerity was new to Rarity; shallow nothings were what she had expected. Rather than shoo the stallion away like an eager puppy hounding a foal, Rarity allowed him to bask in her presence and shower her with his complementing prose.
After some time, and a few drinks, Rarity dared to turn toward the stallion. For the first time that night, Rarity took in his appearance. Most stallions left before she gave them a single glance, but this one had braved the distance. His amber eyes contrasted greatly from a coat of cornflower blue, his mane of midnight. A mono color palette for the first stallion to garner her attention. How appropriate.
What was striking was his cutie mark. Rarity couldn’t help but sneak a peek as the stallion continued to speak to her, her attention encouraging him. The mark was four musical notes, eighth notes if Rarity recalled correctly. It explained his way with words, it was certainly his talent. The way they resonated in her very soul… it was much different than the magic that flowed through everypony when they sang. His was much more refined. Artistic was more appropriate.
Something stirred in Rarity’s chest as she purred with each word the stallion whispered to her, drowning out the muffled murmur of the bar’s guests. After her sixth drink, she couldn’t help but find herself leaning closer to the stallion. As a unicorn she was generally more attracted to her own race, particularly those of a more refined background, but something about this stallion struck her fancy.
Rarity giggled, a slight drunken blush taking form as she held her face in her hooves. She fancied this stallion! Rarity, a mare of high respect, fancying a normal Ponyville earth pony! Rainbow Dash would never let this one go. No, she would milk this for all its worth. The stallion, seeing a moment of opportunity, ceased his woven threads of spoken affection to converse.
“I’m glad you’re having a good time. Mind if I ask if you travel to this establishment commonly, or is this a rare occurrence?” he asked, probing the mare hopefully. Rarity stopped giggling and turned to face him again.
“I-” she hiccupped. “-do stop here from time to time. Unwinding is very important, even for a mare of my breed. I cannot simply work forever, even if it is my passion.”
“Passion...” the stallion muttered. Rarity nodded, fluttering her eyelids as she did so. “There are many passions to be had, from talent to life to destiny itself. However, the greatest is one that cannot be earned, but shared.”
Rarity gasped, waving herself with a hoof. “Shared? If it is so precious, how would one share it? Passion burns in a pony’s heart, but nopony can share their inner depths so.” Her mind sluggishly churned to follow his words as he continued.
“It burns, the greatest passion burns deeper than a dragon’s fire,” the stallion whispered to the now-leaning mare. Rarity had started the evening aloof, but was now enraptured by his words. “It can only be shared for it is not only a passion of expression and identity, but the passion of pleasure. Only a tryst could reveal such desires within ponies, and thus the fires of passion shall burn.”
Rarity nodded, finally understanding. “Indeed, it is the greatest passion. The most precious gift a maiden can give to her prince.”
The stallion mulled over her words carefully, seeking a dignified response. “Yes, a prince. Only a prince deserves the warmth of a lady of your stature. Miss Rarity,” he announced, finally using her name. “Will you allow me to be your prince, and you as my lady? Together we shall burn with the intensity of Celestia’s sun in the embrace that only lovers shall know, and Princess Luna shall bear witness to our union under the blanket of the night.”
Rarity was cognitive and perked up when she was called a lady, and decided to accept the stallion’s offer. She was too tipsy to understand the long-term ramifications of her decision, not realizing she was about to give away her virginity on a whim to a stranger, a romantic one at that. The two were to spend the night at his place, as to not disturb her sister, where they would commence to do the deed. Only until morning would she return from his embrace.
It was one of the worst mistakes she had ever made. He was the most well-spoken stallion she’d met at a first glance, but it was merely a mask. A mask hiding a much darker stallion. A stallion with desire that ran deep, a thirst that would never be quenched.
They had an agreement. Lines were made, boundaries were placed. She drunkenly remembered signing a contract.
Rarity never cried once, nor did she whine or whimper once the drunken fog had lifted. Her honor was on the line, and her will strong. It was completely consensual. She never uttered another word that night. Her emotions did not slip through until morning. The stoic shell held strong for the length it was needed. She followed through with her promise; nothing more, nothing less.
The stallion did not treat her like a princess like his words had promised over their drinks, nor did he act as a prince. He was not gentle. She was not swooned. She was deflowered, defiled, debased that night.
She was not his princess.
She had become his prisoner.
And she enjoyed it.
Which now left Rarity on her bed, sobbing as the memories of the night flooded through her mind. Once morning had came, as per their agreement, he had released her. Rarity, with all her self-control and dignity, had thanked him for the venture and trotted her way out of his home. Her hooves were sore beyond belief, but she held her head up high as she trotted away.
As soon as her first lover’s home was out of sight, she broke into a gallop as the tears began to flow and blur her vision. Nopony saw her, daybreak had only just come, but only shame weighed on her shoulders. She was a horrible pony, not one worthy being seen in public.
Rarity stifled a sob as she lifted her head from her scarlet sheets to stare at the open letter on her nightstand. The torn envelope and damp parchment was evidence of her recent stress from yesterday. Stress that had pushed her into the regrettable decision of last night. To her it was meaningless now, but sorrow still weighed on her heart.
Stupid Canterlot! Rarity thought as she screamed into her silk pillow. Despite all her success in the fashion industry, despite all her connections, despite all her ingenuity and raw effort, despite saving Equestria numerous times with her friends as an Element of Harmony… she was deemed unacceptable by the Canterlot elite.
It was a written apology, one that reeked of rejection. Rarity had tried to gain entrance to a party with many of Canterlot’s finest, a party that was sure to boost her career and raise herself higher in the ranks of the social ladder. It was the gateway to true fame, the bridge to her destiny. Only one thing held her back.
Blood.
The very thought brought a surge of anguish through the mare, her new stream of tears reflecting it. Only ponies of noble lineage could truly make it in her line of work. It didn’t matter what a pony has been through or what deeds she had accomplished; only blood mattered. Even being on a first-name basis with the Princess who raised the source of all life every morning didn’t matter to the Canterlot elite. If you weren’t one of them, you were never going to be. Few ponies rejected this mentality; Fancy Pants had been one of the few ponies to accept her for her talent rather than her lineage. However, Fancy Pants was a rare breed, an outlier in Canterlot. Nobility, as a whole, rejected her.
It was a harsh truth that had taken Rarity her entire life to accept.
Rarity’s mind raced as she sobbed, stopping only to linger on painful images and memory. Her talent... her life... no- her destiny itself had been a lie. She was not born to become a star, she was not born to burn bright in the night sky and illuminate the elite with her vision. No, her talent was beauty. Nothing but beauty. All Rarity could do was find rocks and make other ponies look pretty, but making a dress pretty with shiny stones would never do anything for her in the long run.
All her talent, all her dreams… she was born to be normal. Nothing but normal. She was born a commoner, and she was destined to die a commoner. Her thoughts began to turn to a more fortunate friend, but she shunned such thought. No need for spiteful jealousy for a friend, even if she was privileged. Privileged since birth. Privileged unto royalty. Some ponies were just born special.
Why not me? Rarity sniffed one last time before the fog of slumber shrouded her vision and engulfed her consciousness.
Why can’t I be special?
“You may rise,” Princess Celestia ordered the commoner as the single mother bowed to the ruling trio. The shaking mint mare slowly rose, holding her swaddled foal in her foreleg. She wore a traveler’s cloak, having journeyed from a small town to Canterlot on hoof. A lowly earth pony mare had braved the weather to face the three princesses with foal, and now she had the court to herself. Celestia maintained a calming presence as to not overwhelm the young mother.
“State your business to the court,” Princess Luna spoke, leading the session. A few nobles sat in attendance as several requests were either carried out or rejected.
The mare opened her mouth to squeak a reply. “M-my foal…” Her mouth slammed shut, her nerve ruining her chance to speak. One of the guards moved to escort her out to avoid wasting the Princess’ time, but a large white wing opened to stop him.
“Do not worry, you are safe here,” Princess Celestia reassured the mother. “You have journeyed far and have earned my favor. Ask anything from me, and I assure I will do anything in my power within reason to fulfill it.” She smiled, the warm gesture radiating with a comforting aura that calmed the mare down. As the shaking dissipated, Celestia couldn’t help but feel a tad smug. Being the avatar of the sun had its benefits.
The mare took in a deep breath before continuing. “Please, my foal.” She sat down and help up her foal, a mirror image of her except for the blonde mane and horn jutting out of its forehead. “Bless her!”
The court fell silent as Princess Celestia stared at the filly. Blessing was an ancient tradition, one she hadn’t performed for four hundred years. Her white hooves shuffled, surprised, as she searched for something to say. Her wings fluttered as she thought about how outdated the tradition was. Of course an earth pony would ask such a thing, but it remained a surprising sentiment. Celestia sighed. It was a rare request, but she was a princess of her word.
The nobles stiffened as they watched the solar princess rise from her high throne, eyeing the mare with narrowed eyes. The mint mother held her breath as her forelegs began to shake in fear as the white alicorn slowly stepped toward her. Celestia towered over the petite mare, examining the foal with much scrutiny.
Several moments passed before she uttered another word. “Name.”
“E-excuse m-m-me?” the mare stuttered, her spine shaking in blatant fear. Celestia closed her eyes and rolled them beneath her eyelids. She was well-known as a benevolent ruler, but somehow her subjects still feared her. It was fine for her subjects to fear her power, that kept them in line, but to fear the princess herself was a slight annoyance. She still had the heart of a pony, after all.
“Your child’s name. What is it?” Princess Celestia asked, honey coating her soothing words as the mare relaxed.
“Honey Dew, your majesty,” the mare answered with a nod. Celestia looked down at the filly and smiled at her, earning a giggle from the foal. The filly held out tiny stubs and wiggled her hooves, reaching for the alicorn.
One thousand years old and still her heart fluttered at the adorable sight. The mother gasped as her princess leaned down and nuzzled the squeaking filly. Maternal instincts never faded with age, not with a pony like Celestia.
The princess sighed. How she missed maternity all those years ago. Despite her stirred feelings, she had a matter to attend to.
Princess Celestia tilted her head until her long horn touched the very tip of the filly unicorn’s own stub. Her horn glowed with a strange orange glow. The ethereal glow of magic extended to the filly’s, causing her excited squeals to silence as she froze in place. A sun sigil glowed on her forehead, a mirror of Celestia’s cutie mark. Luminous light blinded the occupants in the room as Celestia spoke with a calm tone.
“Dear Honey Dew, may your destiny burn bright as the intensity of the sun yourself. Bear my blessing and honor thy princess.” With her words finished, Princess Celestia stepped back as the sigil on the filly faded. Her sister walked past and took her place.
Luna performed the same gesture as her sister. “May the light of the moon dispel your illusions and light your path, young one.” A more subtle midnight blue shined on the filly, quickly disappearing as the nobles regained their senses. Luna nodded toward the awestruck mother as she turned to rejoin her sister.
“Twilight, it is an old tradition but I’m sure you'll perform it perfectly,” Celestia reassured her favorite student as she turned toward the lavender alicorn. Or rather an empty space. “Uh, Twilight?”
“What is it dear sister?” Princess Luna whispered through the side of her muzzle, maintaining eye contact with the watchful crowd. Celestia regained her composure and whispered back.
“Our dear Twilight is missing. Where did she go?” It was only then did it occur to Celestia that she hadn’t seen Twilight at all during the royal court, or the entire morning for that matter. Princess Luna couldn’t help but roll her eyes. It was just like when she had been Twilight’s age. Playing hookie.
As if on cue, the castle doors burst open, revealing the princess in question. Princess Twilight galloped through the castle’s throne room, carrying a white box in her magenta telekinesis. She slid to a stop as she faced her mentor, panting. The mint mother and filly stared at her, nonplussed.
“Sorry for being late! Did I miss anything?” Twilight panted as she turned toward the nobles viewing her spectacle. She raised her head, searching through the crowd. Before Celestia could say anything, it appeared as if Twilight had found the pony she was searching for. “Ah, there you are! I got you the donuts!”
A striking white stallion with a dashing blonde mane strutted through the parting crowd of nobles. “Why thank you, dearest Twilight. The royal donuts are of utmost importance, as you now know,” Prince Blueblood greeted with a bow. Celestia hid it well from her subjects, but a scowl settled inside her mind. After the Gala, her nephew never ceased to shame her with his antics. Princess Luna couldn’t help but smirk. Watching her nephew goof off never ceased to amuse her, not since Twilight and Pinkie had taught her how to take joy in life and stop taking everything so seriously.
“No problem!” Twilight smiled at her adoptive cousin. “Anything for a friend!” The prince had begrudgingly learned his lesson from the Gala when Twilight had shown him how persuasive her magic can get. Ever since the incident with the mysterious mare with luscious gold locks running through the castle in a fearful fit, the prince had been miraculously cured of his snobbiness. Unfortunately his common sense wasn’t anymore lifted than Twilight’s, now shown as the two began munching donuts in the middle of the royal court. If anything had rubbed off Twilight onto her cousin, it was her Ponyville manners. The prince and his aunt now shared a certain insatiable love for pastries.
“Ahem,” Celestia coughed. The two ravenous royals looked up from their treat, eyeing the princess with confusion. “Would you mind-” one particular pastry caught her eye. Without a word her horn glowed and snatched the jelly donut. She quickly chewed and swallowed it before continuing. “-tending to court, please? We can forgive you for forgetting because you were out doing a good deed, but holding court is part of your royal duties, dearest Twilight.”
Twilight’s wings shot out in shock, pieces of chocolate dripping from her frozen jaw. “C-court? That was today? How did I forget?!” Celestia’s eyes widened as Twilight’s began glowing with radiant magenta energy as a few locks of hair popped out of place in her mane. Her wings began twitching in shock as the thought of failing her mentor crossed her mind. The distressed princess began muttering something about ‘magic kindergarten’ as she sniffed in shame.
“Twilight..?” Prince Blueblood gingerly nudged the crazed mare with his hoof. Without missing a beat he lifted his donut to his mouth and took another bite, watching his cousin sniffle. It took all of Celestia’s willpower not to facehoof at the sight. Princess Luna stifled a snicker with her hoof, grinning widely behind it. Twilight was adorable, yet frightful when stressed.
“Twilight Sparkle!” Celestia roared, drawing the distressed mare to attention and out of her stupor. Twilight shook her head and bowed, fearful of her beloved mentor’s anger.
“Go home to Ponyville this instant and get some rest,” Celestia ordered, much more calmly. “The duties of a princess are taxing and it is obvious you have not been eased into it properly. Take the day off and recollect yourself.”
Twilight sniffed and nodded. With a glow and a pop! she was gone.
Celestia turned back to the confused mare and her filly. With a smile she apologized. “Sorry about my student, it’s only a few weeks after her coronation and she’s rather taxed with her studies lately.”
The mare nodded in understanding. Her husband had acted exactly the same after their child’s birth. Celestia tilted her head.
“So… can I hold her?”
“Come on, it wasn’t that bad,” Spike said as he sat down on Twilight’s bedside. The mare had taken to hiding under her sheets, hugging her pillow for comfort. Her number one assistant was doing his best to cheer her up after her embarrassing deed in front of the Canterlot elite. “It sounds pretty funny, actually.”
“Funny?” Twilight shot out of her bedsheets to glare at her baby dragon. “What about embarrassing the royal court, myself, and most importantly the Princesses strikes you as funny?” She huffed angrily, her raspy breaths and pumping chest showcasing her stress. Her eyes were shimmering with tears and her muzzle was covered in snot. Spike felt she looked like she had failed a test.
“I… uh…” Spike searched for words to comfort his best friend. Reassurance… compliment… agreement… the right path to take was not clear so he opted for deflection. “It’s not your fault, really. Princess Celestia did say you weren’t eased into it, after all. It’s just going to take some time, Twilight.”
Twilight stopped sniffing as her ears shifted toward the dragon. A weak smile crept onto her tear stricken muzzle. “I guess you’re right. I can’t be the perfect princess overnight, after all.” Spike smiled back as she reached out and pulled him into a hug, complete with a loving nuzzle. Her wings shifted on her back, causing her to wince way from the embrace.
“Still not used to those things?” Spike asked, a tad smug. He was scoring several points in sensitivity today and Twilight was so going to owe him later. Maybe he’d finally win that date with Rarity. However, Twilight first and Rarity second. Even a baby dragon needs to keep his priorities straight.
Twilight sighed and shook her head. “I don’t think I’ll ever get used to these.” She stretched her wings out for emphasis. The unkempt feathers stuck out in twenty different directions. Another sigh escaped her lips as she tucked them back in. Spike felt another wave of unease from his caretaker, prompting him to confront the elephant in the room.
“Twilight, do you even like being a princess?”
Twilight snapped her eyes to his, her eyes shining with tears.
“No, no I don’t.”
knock knock!
Twilight jerked her head from the depths of the book she was reading as somepony knocked on her door. She placed her bookmark inside its folds and carefully reshelved it before trotting to the door. With Spike’s help she had recovered from her grief and cleaned up. Tomorrow she would try again, this time with hopefully more success.
The young princess took a deep breath to collect herself and used her magic to open the door, revealing Applejack. The tangerine mare was holding a picnic basket in her mouth as she waited patiently for Twilight to gather her belongings, remembering their plans for that night. Twilight quickly packed her saddlebags and placed them on her sides before following Applejack outside.
Ponyville was silent, save for the quiet hoofsteps of numerous ponies walking toward the outskirts of the town. Night had fallen and the foals were asleep, allowing the adults to partake in an annual tradition. The foals in school heard about it in class, but never showed any interest like the adults had. Spike had declined Twilight's offer to join her that night, instead heading off to bed after Twilight's distressed episode.
Applejack walked silently beside Twilight, their coats occasionally brushing together, toward a hill outside town where several ponies had gathered. One particular spot hosted four of their best friends, each one passing the time in her own particular way.
Pinkie Pie being Pinkie Pie was currently dancing a strange jig on her hindlegs, making odd noises as Rainbow Dash watched and yawned on her low-hovering cloud. Fluttershy was humming a tune with a grey songbird who had stayed up with her to watch the night’s event. Rarity was merely staring at the stars, her face frozen in a mask of indifference.
Applejack trotted ahead, threw her straw basket on the ground and dug inside it. Using her mouth, she dragged out a blanket and placed it on the grass. Their friends stood up and moved onto it, as to not stain their coats for their prolonged viewing. Fluttershy bumped into Rarity, who had been staring into space, and turned her attention toward the blanket.
Once the other five got comfortable, Twilight began unpacking her saddlebags. With her magic she swiftly set up a small crystal telescope, a birthday gift from her brother. Due to the unusual properties of its build, it took the young alicorn several minutes to adjust it correctly to a functioning state. Once finished, she took a step back and admired her handiwork.
“Quite the interesting contraption. I take it’s magically augmented?” a male voice asked from behind.
Twilight turned around as she spoke. “Yes, of course. It’s imported from the Crystal Emp- Discord?” She choked on her sentence as the draconequus in question rubbed his bony chin, examining the fine telescope. “What are you doing here?”
Discord shrugged. “Same as you. Watching stars with my dear Fluttershy.” He leaned over to the purring pegasus and ruffled her pink mane. Fluttershy tried to shy away, but barely hid her content smile underneath her unrevealing mane. Discord turned his attention back to Twilight. “However, it is a nice piece you have there. Crystals and chaos have always been close, you see. Fractals and all that jazz.”
“Thanks...?”
Twilight began to stare through her telescope, examining each star in the sky that appeared. Of course she couldn’t use it during the meteor shower, but it was something to pass the time with. Interestingly enough, Applejack had approached her and requested a turn stargazing, which Twilight gladly obliged.
The other mares took turns stargazing through the magical telescope and were struck by the luminous beauty of the stars. Fluttershy declined, purring as Discord petted her. Rarity abstained. Fluttershy was currently in bliss; Rarity preferred to stargaze herself without aid.
The hour passed pleasantly without incident. Many ponies talked amongst themselves in hushed whispers, enjoying their time together. Couples cuddled and whispered sweet nothings in each other’s ears, occasionally rubbing their muzzles together affectionately. A few rowdy teenagers began a skirmish, but pegasi from the weather team quickly defused the conflict.
Everypony fell silent when the first meteor streaked across the moonlit sky. Hushed whispers spread as the second, third, and eventually fourth blazed through and illuminated the dark land. Even Discord ceased his endless jokes to Fluttershy when the shower began to quicken its pace.
Dozens of bright streaks shone and sparkled across the night sky, causing the audience to widen their eyes in awe to take in the heavenly light. Frozen in amazement, nearly an hour passed before the first pony got up to leave.
Signaling the end of the meteor shower, ponies left and right began to uproot themselves and leave for town. Stallions packed up their belongings, mares cleaned up after themselves, and the older teenagers raced home on ground and in the air. The crowd slowly dispersed, leaving only Twilight and her five friends (and Discord).
“Welp, I’m all tuckered out. I’ll see y’all in the morning,” Applejack yawned as she turned tail and trotted home. She took her basket, but left the blanket with her friends. Pinkie Pie grudgingly followed suit, her mane losing some of its volume as she muttered about having work in the morning. The pink fluffy mare forgot to bring snacks, leaving a very tuckered out party pony.
Dash’s cloud merely floated upward as careless snores emanated from it. Fluttershy smiled as she watched her foalhood friend float away into the night.
Discord and Fluttershy remained with the two unicorns, a slight distance away from them now that the company between them had left. Fluttershy moved to get up and approach them, but Discord stopped her with his paw, gesturing her to be quiet. Fluttershy looked up, confused, but Discord merely pointed toward the sky with a claw.
As the last meteor disappeared, the sky abruptly burst into a synthetic dawn as another celestial body shot through. It was long-lived compared to the meteors and rivaled the sun in intensity.
“A-amazing…” Fluttershy whispered in surprise. “A shooting star!”
Discord smiled and said, “make a wish, dear Fluttershy.” His best friend smiled with her butter lips.
Twilight leaned against her telescope with a wistful smile. She adored logic and rarely believed in superstition (Pinkie Sense being the exception; that had turned out to be some outlandish scientific fact. Twilight still didn’t understand it.), but for some reason her lips moved and uttered a small prayer. Unbeknownst to each other, Rarity had followed suit.
“I just want to be normal.”
“I wish I was special.”
The two mares hardly noticed the other had spoken, but Discord and Fluttershy exchanged concerned glances as the starlight faded. An exchange of raised eyebrows, frowns, and other various facial expressions took place in under a minute. Fluttershy moved to comfort her friend, but Discord pushed her down again.
“Nuh uh. You didn’t make a wish.”
Fluttershy smiled and peeked out of her mane with wistful shining blue eyes. “I just want my friends to be happy.”
Discord smiled, raising his paw as he did so.
“Your wish is my command.”
snap!