“Okay, now how many fingers am I showing you?” asked Spike, showing his claw.

“Um, three?” asked Steel Blade.

“Yup!” said Spike, sighing in relief. “Okay, I think it’s safe to say that our sight has returned with no lasting damage.”

Steel Blade sighed in relief while Spike retreated from his head onto his back with his claws and legs hanging motionlessly on the guard's sides. With their vision slowly sharpening, Steel searched the remaining area for any sign of Philomena, but she was long gone. With their pride wounded, the two had no choice but retreat while making sure there was no permanent damage with their eyes.

“You know, despite the entire plan failing. That was a nice performance,” commented Steely.

“Thanks. I knew going to all those Shakespony plays with Twilight and Celestia was good for something,” said Spike.

The two of them were about to enter when they stopped and saw an unexpected sight. Prince Blueblood, covered in battle armor was being dragged away from the barracks by two unicorn guards. The two looked at each other with raised eyebrows before entering the room as a few of the guards were cheering and yelling Lightedge's name while cups of cider were being emptied at an alarming speed.

"What's going on?" Steel asked to a nearby guard.

“Prince Blueblood went crazy and tried to hit on Overwatch. So Lightedge just hit him with one blow and knocked his royal butt out. Guy’s my hero for that!” replied the guard.

Steel Blade stood in stunned silence as he tried to comprehend the idea of Blueblood and his partner making out. He quickly took a nearby mug and drank it all in one go.

Spike meanwhile was gagging when he came up with the same conclusion. Then again, he thought all romance was gross. I’ll never get a crush! Not as long as I live!

A noise from door of guard's shower captured their attention as Overwatch emerged from behind it, wearing a towel, who shivered and greeted them with an awkward smile. “Hey...”

“Hey yourself, you sound sick,” mentioned Steel Blade. “And what’s this about Blueblood falling hooves over heels for you?”

Overwatch groaned at the mention of the prince’s name. “Let’s just say Twilight slipped something into his tea and made him act like a fool just as much as it made me sick.”

It took the two only a few seconds to get it, and soon they snickered. Spike could barely keep his laughter in as well as his balance on Steel’s back. “Twilight managed to slip a refined love potion into Blueblood’s mouth and made him your one true love’?”

“When’s the wedding? Are we gonna be uncles anytime soon?” teased Steel, only for their heads to be pushed against one another with a thump.

“Well, what about you guys? Did you catch Philomena or not?” asked Overwatch, raising an eyebrow. Both Steel and Spike rubbed the back of their necks, nervously. “Uh, huh. That’s what I thought.”

The three sighed, knowing that they had been taken for fools once again by the invincible pranking duo. It was clear by now that the three were outmatched and victory was too far away. At the same time a small part of them weren’t surprised. Twilight was very talented and had a huge stubborn streak with her when it came to trying out new things. And with Philomena, as a mentor who filled Twilight's knowledge hungry head with her centuries of experience in field of pranking, this battle was over before it even started.

“I give up, it’s clear Twilight is the better prankster. We should tell her that,” said Overwatch.

Steel bit his lip. It was him who originally set the bet and now he was going to lose. Still, he might as well go out with some dignity and let this match finally end. “Yeah, let’s see if we can find her and convince her we mean business.”

“No need! I’m right here!” said Twilight, turning off her invisibility spell as she appeared on a table next to Steel Blade before teleporting onto Spike's shoulder. The little dragon yipped in surprise before falling off Steel’s back, only to be quickly caught by Twilight’s magic and set down gently. “Are you okay, Spike?”

“Except for the minor heart attack, yeah,” muttered the dragon, holding his claw against his heart.

Twilight nodded before jumping onto a nearby table and lowering her head nervously. “Um, hey guys. I’m glad I won and all, but I really hope you aren’t mad at me for pulling those pranks on you. You are okay, right?”

The three looked at each other before smiling at their tiny friend. Overwatch stepped forward with a chuckle. “Honestly, Twilight? Despite the embarrassment, it was a load of fun. Besides, April Foals Day is all about pranks and having a good time. If anything, we underestimated you and paid for it. But overall I’d say, good job.”

“Yeah, I just wish you did it without Philomena,” muttered Steel as he winced upon looking at his dented armor. “I just wish we went through it without getting shot at.”

“Wait, what?!” shouted Twilight in shock. She teleported to her friend’s side and checked his armor, noticing the small musket balls still stuck inside. “How did this happen?! Wait, both you and Spike were shot! Are you okay?! Should we get medical attention?!”

“Calm down, Twilight. We’re fine,” answered Spike, but Twilight wasn’t having any of it. She picked him up with her magic and inspected every inch of his body to make sure nothing was wrong. When she saw no serious wounds, she sighed in relief and demanded to be told everything.

Upon hearing their story, Twilight’s expression soon changed to a rage while her mane and tail started to smoke, litting like a candle, “Philomena get out here now!”

Sure enough, in a flash of flames, the phoenix had arrived to four glares that made her start to sweat a bit. She was about to teleport away when Twilight grabbed her by the talons with her magic and brought her back down to her eye level while hanging her upside down. “Did you almost get my friends hurt by setting off the ancient firearms in the museum?! While also vandalizing them?! The plan was to have them lured into the gardens where they would travel through the flowers covered with sneezing powder!”

Philomena gave a fake smile and shrugged her shoulders. Twilight released her hold as the large bird fell and hit the floor with a weak thump. With one solid jump, she landed in front of her now ex-partner in crime and growled. “I told you that I wouldn’t work with you anymore if you did something that would hurt my friends, Philomena. As of now, I’m ending our partnership.”

The phoenix looked ready to argue, but with the other three giving her a look that said “try something, we dare you” she decided to just stick her tongue out and teleport away. Twilight sighed and turned back to her friends. “I’m really sorry about Philomena, everypony. She isn’t all that bad just... kind of a mischievous bird.”

“More like a living annoyance,” grumbled Spike, crossing his arms.

Twilight sadly had to nod her head in agreement. Sighing, she then said, “Well, I think the next thing I should do is apologize to Prince Blueblood. I feel guilty for using him, even after I lied saying I wasn’t trying to prank him.”

“We’ll go with you, explain it’s our fault for getting you to agree to the contest anyway,” said Steely as he let Twilight hop on his back and they made their way out to the infirmary.

Blueblood moaned as she slowly brought a hoof towards his head and slowly got up from his pillow. He looked around, wincing as the bright lights of the infirmary did little to help with his headache. He felt like he got in a fight with a griffin and got beaten up... twice.

“Are you alright, Blueblood?” asked a concerned voice. He looked to his right and noticed Spike, Twilight’s guards, and the little mare herself seated on the right side of his bed, looking at him with guilt.

“I’ve felt better... ugh, what happened? I don’t really remember...” muttered the prince as he scratched his head.

Twilight lowered her head and bit her lip as she whispered. “It’s all my fault I... I gave you a weakened version of a love potion and you chased after Overwatch who you saw as your first love. You got hurt when you tried to take on another guard and well...”

Blueblood’s eyes widen in shock before turning a bit green and focusing on Overwatch. “Oh, good grief, we didn’t do anything... adult like, did we?”

Overwatch quickly shook her head. “No, thank Celestia. If that happened, I’d think I’d throw myself off a cliff while wearing weights!”

After sighing in relief, Prince Blueblood then looked at Twilight with a sad glimpse of his eyes as he looked away, hurt. Twilight knew why of course, she had outright lied to him that she wasn’t going to prank him on the day he hated the most. He trusted her and she betrayed him. Twilight was starting to wish she never heard of April Foals Day. “Blueblood, I’m sorry. Really I am. I don’t expect you to forgive me, but I just got... to held up in the spirit of the holiday. Not to mention Philomena really wanted—”

“Wait,” said Blueblood, turning back towards Twilight. “Philomena was behind this?”

Twilight and the others explained the bet and how Philomena was involved. The little unicorn further explained that while both of them made the potion while she was the one to gave it to Blueblood, it was ultimately the phoenix's plan who kept insisting that it wouldn’t be so strong. Turns out it was much stronger than Twilight expected. By the end of the tale, Blueblood had his hoof to his head and shaking it.

“Twilight, you never get Philomena involved in pranks. There is a reason why everypony, including Aunty Celestia, made it forbidden for her to play pranks on April Foals Day.”

“Yeah, I’m learning that now...” muttered Twilight, narrowing her eyes. “Again, I didn’t mean to hurt you. Really.”

Blueblood stared at his tiny friend for a bit, who just looked back with her forelegs curled under her neck and ears dropped, before smiling and shaking his head. “Okay, I can’t stay mad at you forever. I forgive you Twilight.” A thought then came to him as he slowly grinned like he just won a prize at a contest. “That is if you don’t mind doing one last prank on a few associates of mine.”

The others raised their eyebrows in surprise as Blueblood cleared his voice. “Hear me out. Aunty Celestia is planning to have some delegates of the nobility come over for dinner. A simple gathering between politicians and nothing more. However, some of these nobles are, quite frankly, disgusting.” He growled and pounded against the bed. “These annoyances are of the same mind that think we should be kicking certain farmers out of their homes and lands so we can build condos and resorts for the rich. Their excuse is to have it for tourism, but they just want to use it for their own entertainment.”

He turned to the others and asked, “So I ask you, don’t these ponies deserve not to be pranked?”

Head Chef Iron Pan always took pride that out of all the chefs in the world, he had become the head chef of Canterlot’s Palace. While quite an honor and an income for his family, there were times when he wished he didn’t have this job. Even with tens of assistants, expecters in their culinary fields, Iron Pan was forced to deal with dozens of high importance dinners and parties almost every month.

Tonight was no better as the ambassadors from the other equine kingdoms such as Saddle Arabia and the cities of Equestria itself would be here along with a few high nobles, lords and ladies. Because of the huge turn out, he had to plan dishes that were each a special delight from each delegates home and they were only half way done with little time to spare.

Which was why he was baffled when two of Celestia’s guards came in saying there was a surprise inspection to be done. “Doesn’t the princess know that I have to finish in less than an hour for her guest?! I don’t have time for this.”

“Sorry, Iron Pan, but there were reports of mice being used in a prank earlier today since it’s April Foals,” said Overwatch along side Steel. “Princess Celestia just wants us to make sure none of them came into the kitchen.”

Upon hearing that such disgusting creatures had been in the palace, the chefs quickly changed their tune and welcomed the guards.

“Are you sure you want to go with this?” asked Spike as he quietly sneaked into the kitchen, passing various metallic tables filled with all sorts of food and dedicates. He lick his lips at the sight of strawberry cakes covered by cream, only to shake his head, his attention once again focused on the tiny unicorn on his shoulder. “You know Celestia will figure out that it was your prank the moment ambassadors and delegates start begging for gallons of water while spitting the soup all over the eating table. Aren’t you afraid she will scold you?" he asked. As fearless as his tiny mommy was, ready to jump into the fire or endure a bone-crushing hug, there was nothing more she was afraid off than to see her mentor’s disappointed face.

Twilight sighed and grabbed Spike’s shoulder as the dragon now crawled between tables, passing by two chefs, both distracted by Steel Blade and Overwatch’s fake inspection. “I know Spike, and to be honest, I expect to be punished.” Her resolve quickly returned in form of a confident smile, eyes half closed, beaming with determination, “But I have too! After what I did to Blueblood, I am going to fulfill his wish and accept the consequences.”

Spike rolled his eyes. Twilight was going to prank to apologize for pranking. His attention quickly focused on an empty room, or rather two pots inside it, hot stream emerging from both of them. With all the crew busy with the inspection, he approached unnoticed, climbing onto the table as Twilight right away jumped off towards the mountain of spices right next to the pot.

Twilight’s ears shot upward at the sight of at least hundred of different spices imported from all of Equestria, all on standby and ready to turn a simple soup into a delicious art. Ignoring most of them, she focused on the most spicy ones, noticing several bottles of mustard, ketchup and hot sauce, a hill of hot pepper where each was at least half the size of her tiny stomach. With curiosity winning over the common sense, she grab the pepper between her hooves as she took a bit from the top, chewing it in her teeth. With a swift gulp as she waited for the effect.

Spike sealed his mouth with a hand as he tried to suppress a chuckle. Twilight’s face as red as at that one time when she entered an rage mode. All that was missing were flames in place of her mane.

Suppressing the urge to drink something cold, the little unicorn marched towards the huge pot, various spicy ingredients captured in her magic levitating above her head. “According to my calculations and base on the size of this pod and number of ponies…”

Spike faked his attention to Twilight’s lecture as a calculated number of hot pepper and other ingredients levitate into the soup, all cut into pieces or teared apart by her magic. Noticing a tiny checklist in front of the tiny mare, he scratched his chin and spoke, “So… are you sure this will work? What if the cook taste it, only to notice that the soup was spiced? Would not it ruin the prank?”

Twilight shook her head as a tiny pen made another mark on the levitating paper, “Nah. I know the schedule upside down ever since I tried to make a cake as a gift for my mentor. There is only one tasting stage that already passed.” Wasting no time, she jumped onto the edge of the huge bowl, sniffing the stream with a quiet ‘mmmmm’ as she balanced on the tip of her hooves.

Spike smirked as the golden opportunity for a prank presented itself on top of a huge bowl. All it would take was a weak push. Straightening his finger, he touched Twilight’s flank, her head turning as she look back at him in confusion, her eyes widening. “Spike… what are you d—” she failed to finish her sentence as the young drake snap his fingers, pushing her into the bowl.

Hearing a plump, the dragon smiled in satisfaction. He finally did it, he pranked Twilight after all day of failures and embarrassment. “And today in the menu we have a Twiny-le-soup, it is hundred percent more Twilicious.” Suddenly his smile vanished, his attention focused on the hot stream. “Ups…” Spike said, his eyes wide and ears dropping down. Wasting no time, he looked into the bowl, “Twilight… I am sorry, are you alright? Where are you?” To his relief, a tiny head emerged from the soup, the liquid sliding down her ears and nose. “I am really sorry. I wanted to prank you so much and I forgot that the soup is hot,” Spike said as his hand straightened down the bowl, Twilight quickly climbing onto it.

With a quick shake and her hooves pressing her tail and mane, getting rid of the hot soup, she shrugged. “Nah, I am f-fine. Compared to a fire s-spell during the combat training, this soup is not a big deal.” She licked her lips to take a small taste of the soup, only for her eyes to water, the urge to drink a cold water stronger than ever as only protection spell prevented her from levitating over a giant bottle of water to her rescue.

“L...lets go, Spike. T-this soup will s-surely spicy the d-dinner,” Twilight said with her tongue between her lips.

With their job done and prank set while the inspection was almost over, Spike took his tiny mother out of the room, unaware of a small red figure that emerged from behind a furnace.

With a quick flap of her wings, Philomena flew onto the table, her attention switching from between a huge bowl and a small one. While the huge one was meant to be for at least thirty guests, the small high quality pot was destined for her owner. With a large smirk, she spread her wing, only to grab every spicy item she could find.

In mere seconds, her claws teared hot pepper apart, dropping into the small bowl without restriction. Hot sauce quickly streamed into the soup as well, only for ketchup and liquid rainbow to follow. Every spicy item in the room was now part of Celestia’s soup as the princess deserved a special treatment. Surely her royal stomach would appreciate twice of what Twilight prepared for all of the princess’s quests with additional rainbow, and the best part was that her tiny partner would willingly take all the blame.

With a quick retreat from the kitchen, she hide behind a pillar, watching as the servants arrived to deliver the soup. If anything, Philomena had to admit that she really liked her little friend, and hanging up with her was so much fun.

And the best part was about to come.

With the prank set up, Twilight volunteered to be the one to make sure everything went according to plan due to her size. She quickly entered the dining room, thankful that most of the representatives were too busy either walking around with their heads held high and eyes closed or talking to each other. She easily made it under the table and waited for the dinner to start. The door soon opened and the guards in the area announced the arrival of Princess Celestia.

Almost immediately did the nobles and delegates rush over and start their usual brown nosing. Twilight rolled her eyes as they went on about how regal, wise, and powerful her teacher was. If it wasn’t for the fact that Twilight knew her mentor so well, she’d be fooled by the smiling mask Celestia had on her face. Twilight had always wondered what would it take for Princess Celestia to finally put the nobles in their place and make them realize that the world didn’t revolve around them. Not to mention how she was able to deal with such horrible ponies on a daily basis.

Well, that’s not always true. Fancy and his family are nice and I’m sure there are others who aren’t as bad as well, thought Twilight, smirking. Still, it’s going to be pretty amusing when they’re all start running around breathing fire out of their mouths like dragons.

With the “praising” out of the way, the nobles started to work on their usual second act: getting the princess to agree in their favor. One of them went on and said, “Now, Princess Celestia. I was wondering if you had considered the suggestion that I had given you yesterday at court?”

Faking a smile, Celestia turned to him and said, “Forgive me, but I’ve had so many suggestions that I can’t always remember them at the top of my head. Which one was it?”

“The one where we would remove certain farms from their lands for our ideal resorts for both visitors to Equestria and any neighboring ponies who wish to enjoy a good vacation,” answered the noble with a slimy smile.

“That seems sort of harsh doesn’t it? Removing such hard working ponies from their homes and livelihood?” pondered the princess.

The noble gave a laugh. “Oh, my apologies for making it sound so harsh. Of course they will be rewarded with proper price and a small place to leave elsewhere, or we can provide them with jobs on newly created resorts. But let’s face it, modern technology and magic discoveries will make production of food much easier. I even know a pair of inventors that are working on a machine that can mass produce apple cider, and this is just the beginning. Not to mention we have such a fancy country side with lush green fields and blue lakes that our fellow allies of both the Griffin and Minotaur kingdoms are jealous of. A resort there for them to see such natural beauty would not only show off our beautiful land, but bring in money as well for those who can afford the expenses.”

Meaning you and anybody who lives in a fancy mansion, jerk, thought Twilight.

“I see...” muttered Celestia with a fading smile. “Any particular farms you were thinking off?”

“Well there is the Cherry Hill Ranch in Dodge Junction, the Green Patches Farm in Vanhoover, Strawberry Fields located just outside Manehatten, Sweet Apple Acres in Ponyville, and—”

“Excuse me, did you say Sweet Apple Acres?” interrupted Celestia.

“Um, yes?”

Celestia gave a small smirk. “Oh you must be mistaken, good sir. Surely you would have known that Sweet Apple Acres was a gift I gave to the Apples a long time ago. Treasured friends of mine?”

The nobles suddenly froze up and started to sweat as Celestia continued, “You must not be suggesting that I take away a treasured gift I gave for such loyal subjects? Surely such an idea would make me look unfavorable in the eyes of Equestria? If I don’t keep my word, then what good is it for? And if I even skip this one farm out of so many, won’t it look like I’m playing favorites?”

“Well... I can understand such a fear but... well...” the noble was finding it harder to speak. While it may seem like nothing, one of the worst political moves you could make was suggest or demand something that made Celestia seem dishonest.

“Perhaps you should rethink your idea again and come to me should you find a better solution,” suggested Celestia as she made her way towards her big golden colored seat.

“Yes... Your Majesty,” answered the noble in bitter defeat.

Twilight couldn’t help but let out a small “yes” for her mentor’s victory and watched as each noble walked down to their respective seats as the waiters came in carrying the soup. None of them sat yet until Celestia was at her own seat. Twilight was ready to teleport herself out of the room, sure that everything would work fine, until she saw something that made her eyes widen.

Planted on the cushion, unbeknownst to Celestia, was a whoopie cushion while under the table Twilight could see a red feather that she easily recognized. Her panicking mind went into overdrive. She could already see the embarrassment and political disaster that would come upon her mentor should it even be suspected that she farted in public, or was pranked to even look like it.

Driven by fear and desperation, Twilight teleported closer to Celestia’s seat, only to gallop the moment she was but a mere meter away from her goal. With one solid jump, she dived towards the whoopie cushion, body slamming it from the side as the device of her mentor’s humiliation fell to the floor, pushing it out of the way in the nick of time… only for Twilight’s eyes to widen, her ears to drop, and her mouth open agape as the giant flank of her mighty mentor descended towards her. Unable to escape or use her magic in time, Twilight scolded herself for not levitating whoopie cushion out of the way in the first place. For next seconds that seemed like minutes, Twilight found herself crushed between her mentor’s rump and the cushion itself, feeling a huge increase of temperature and pressure as she started to sweat, pressed deep into the cushion while feeling soft material under her back and neck, while soft fur on her head and belly. Despite being trapped between two soft surfaces while hardly feeling any weight, she found herself unable to move while she held her breath.

Celestia’s eyes widen as she heard a loud yelp underneath her backside and lifted it up, turning towards her cushion while not finding anything.

“Um, princess,” said a delegate. “I... I don’t mean to be rude, but there is a purple blotch on your... um... flank.”

Celestia gasped as she looked behind her and saw Twilight, on her rump, weakly waving. “Um... hi...”

With careful levitation, Celestia gently placed Twilight onto the dining table while a weak blush was apparent on the princess’s face. The little unicorn blushed as well, surely being sat upon by the princess’s flank was quite an unique experience. “I am truly sorry, Twilight. I should have paid more attention to my surroundings,” Celestia said as she look at her with concern. “You are not hurt, are you?”

Twilight rubbed her back with an awkward smile,” I am alright princess, and the cushion was rather comfortable. Besides, you have nothing to apologize for. It was my fault for getting trapped under you.” The little unicorn straightened her softened legs as a few knock in her bones followed. While relaxing her tensed body, she looked to the side, only to flinch at the glares of awe and disbelief directed at her from ambassadors and vips, only years of etiquette training preventing their jaw to drop wide open as they pointed to something. Twilight gulped and saw they were pointing at the whoopie cushion that was nearby on the floor. Feeling smaller than she already was, Twilight curled, hiding her blushing face behind her tail. Oh no, they’re gonna think I was trying to prank, Celestia! I’m gonna be banished! Or thrown into jail! Or thrown into a jail while being banished! Maybe I can plead mental insanity or...”

“I didn’t knew you had a pranking side, my faithful student,” Celestia said, her voice calm and firm despite the circumstances. Turning back, Twilight looked up into her mentor’s passive eyes as the princess bit another portion of salad. The princess gulped before smirking, “I never thought you would be interested in participating in today’s event, more or less prank me of all ponies.” Celestia giggled while a big spoon levitated towards the soup in golden aura, loading the spicy liquid as the cargo approached Celestia’s mouth. “To be honest, I always wanted to be pranked but no pony had the courage to do so for hundred of years, not even Philomena. I must congratulate you for your courage. A huge and pleasant surprise indeed.”

Twilight shook her head, “But I didn’t… It was Philomena–”

“Idea?” Celestia cut her off. “You are far too modest my faithful student. I hear rumors that Philomena was tutoring you, and I was glad that both of you found the common interests, but in the end you are the one who executed her ideas.” Celestia took a deep sip of the soup before taking another and another, gulping it as the liquid passed by her throat.

Twilight felt relief that the princess was not angry while searching for correct words to explain that Philomena set up the prank, not her. Suddenly she noticed her mentor’s head turn red while smoke and stream emerged from her nose and mouth and even ears. Twilight’s eyes opened widely at the realization while her heart started to beat rapidly. Did she put the spicy ingredients into wrong pots?

Celestia took another gulp of the soup, unable to feel any taste at all. How was it possible? The soup always tasted well, and if ruined, it would taste badly, like to salty or too spicy, but how she could describe the taste that wasn’t there? Suddenly her eyes watered as her face turned red, as if the soup turn off her taste buds that were meant to warn her?

It was too late now as she just gulped the fourth portion of the soup, only now feeling an extreme taste. It felt as if a melted iron made contact with her insides, her tongue and throat burning. Celestia gulped before opening her mouth, taking deep breaths of fresh air as flames and smoke emerged from her mouth, big enough to put a teenage dragon to shame. Despite the burning sensation, she kept unfazed composure as a glass of water levitated towards her, enduring spicy ingredients that would make at least hundred of ponies running towards the closest water source.

“I am sorry, I am sorry, I am sorry…” her little student repeated herself, immediately kneeling to her face right next to the deadly soup, once again in full panic mode. Celestia ignored the apologies and pleads to be punished or thrown into dungeon as she drink cup of water, though it failed to extinguish the flames.

The princess could see sweat falling from ponies in the room, many even pushing their soup away as several glass of water levitated towards her burning throat. With the flames finally shut down after tenth glass of water, Celestia wiped her lips with a serviette and burp the last amount of smoke, her blush impossible to see on her face, though the red color was slowly vanishing.

Celestia looked down at her student, or rather at the ball of mess she was now. Most words of apology one could find in dictionary already spoken alongside with at least several suggestions of punishment. Gently lifting her student from her kneeling position with weak levitation, the princess gave her the most motherly smile she could muster and spoke, “I see you also tried your luck at cooking, my dear student, surely an improvement over the cake you once made.” Celestia giggled before raising her nose snobbishly, her hoof rubbing her neck, “It tasted as a mix of flesh melting lava and melted iron. Surely to high amount of pepper and liquid rainbow compared to the amount of vegetable soup, making it slightly too spicy.” The princess smirked, “What are you apologizing for if I may ask?”

Twilight took her tail between her hooves and pet it nervously, her shivering body slowly relaxing, “S-slightly s-spicy? You are not angry?”

“Whatever for?” Celestia answered with a chuckle. “And I must add that I am quite proud of you. Pranking me twice in a low, quite impressive feat.”

Twilight slowly turn her head towards the soup. Was it really the soup she spiced? She carefully calculated the ingredients and it didn’t involved anypony to spit fire after drinking it. Curious, she levitated a tiny bubble of the soup in front of her face.

Celestia’s eyes opened widely, her cheerful mood darkening in an instant. Being an alicorn let her shrug off the soup as a mere annoyance, but for any other pony it is literally lethal. “Twilight, no!” She yelled, but was too late as Twilight licked the bubble, gulping a tiny drop. In an instant a fire streamed from the unicorn's mouth, ears and nose before she fainted, now lying on her back with legs curled as if playing dead. Switching from her student to the motionless and silent crowd, Celestia stand and excused herself while levitating her student to the prepared spot in the medical wing, unaware to a Phoenix peeking in from behind the window, laughing hysterically at the turn of events, her biggest pranking spree ending with a spectacular finale.

Author's Notes:

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