Chapter 1

Wake up next to something blue ✘

Twilight Sparkle groaned as she realised her day was already going off track. She reached over and felt the other side of the bed. It was cold. Her ears perked, straining to hear the Clumsy and Incredibly Noisy Trixie.

Not a sound was heard.

Trixie was having it rough. She was already enormous and her pregnancy had really only just begun. It was worrisome.

Crawl out of bed, procure breakfast ✓

Twilight crawled out of bed and began to look for Trixie. She could smell breakfast cooking. At least she knew were Spike was.

Look in the mirror and fix bedhead ✘

Twilight Sparkle walked past the mirror, her mind someplace else. She trotted down the steps and into the sitting room, seeing Trixie, who was sitting on a couch and rubbing her bulging belly.

Twilight felt her heart skip a beat. Trixie was annoying, Trixie was constantly engaging in a game of who was better than who, and Trixie was an incredibly hot mare that needed to be dominated and had a school filly fetish.

Experience confusing and arousing memory of morning wood ✓

Entertain notion of new pregnancy fetish ✓

“Behold, the Fat and Incredibly Uncomfortable Trixie.” Trixie murmured halfheartedly.

“Trixie, what’s wrong?” Twilight asked, now feeling some concern. Trixie lacking in her usual self confidence was a cause for alarm.

Trixie pointed to her belly as though that explained everything.

“But you’re beautiful.” Twilight retorted, causing Trixie to blush.

“You don’t give Trixie the detentions that you used to.” Trixie replied. “You are no longer Twilight Spankle.”

“Well, I don’t actually want to hurt you.” Twilight explained.

“It isn’t because Trixie is a fat pudgy pony?” Trixie queried.

Say something as an excuse to initiate morning make out session ✓

“Trixie, right now, I think I’m starting to develop a bit of a pregnancy fetish.” Twilight Sparkle blurted.

Trixie’s eyes went wide, her mouth opening into an ‘O’ of surprise. Her hoof continued to make slow lazy circles on her rounded belly. Twilight Sparkle crawled up onto the sofa and wrapped her forelegs around Trixie’s neck, pulling her close, breathing in her scent.

“Trixie is not sure how to roleplay this scenario.” Trixie confessed.

“Just lie back and pretend to be a pumpkin or something.” Twilight Sparkle suggested, beginning to plant kisses along Trixie’s jawline, working her way up her cheek, and then just below her ear.

“Sparkle, dendrophelia, really?” Trixie replied, her body going tense, then going limp, and then going tense again as Twilight’s tongue found its way into her ear. “Ooh ooh ooh w-w-wait how does Trixie be a pumpkin…”

“You’ll shut up if you know what’s gourd for you.” Twilight said, pushing Trixie over and running a hoof over her belly.

“No! Trixie cannot take your puns!” Trixie protested, her hind legs kicking as she fell prey to Twilight’s tickles.

Twilight leaned over, pressing her body against Trixie’s delighting in the feeling of their silky pelts rubbing together, and she began to feel a tingle in her wings.

“Sparkle, don’t squash Trixie!” Trixie cried. After a moment, she turned an delightful shade of puce. “Curse you Sparkle, you’ve made Trixie pun! Trixie is now soiled!”

“I like you dirty.” Twilight whispered.

“Ugh! My eyes!”

Twilight froze.

Remember to think about finding Spike a therapist ✓

“Sounds like a pie fight in here.” Spike said, scowling. “All those wet smacking noises. Breakfast is ready by the way.”

Twilight Sparkle looked over the pile of reports sent by Celestia and did not like what she saw. Odd pregnancies everywhere. Just like Trixie’s pregnancy. Twilight knew firsthoof that Soarin’ was also getting impossibly large impossibly fast. Something was off.

Attempt to determine if there is a new threat to Equestria ✓

Zecora had also reported that Iron Will was distressingly large already. Twilight even remembered her conversation with Zecora and Zecora’s final words.

“Here’s a thought to make you shudder, Iron Will has enormous udders!”

Twilight shuddered at the memory.

Twilight Sparkle also noticed a pattern. Every couple that had came together during the Great Swap and generated a pregnancy had stayed together, feeling unusually strong feelings of love and attachment.

Giggle immaturely at came together ✓

“What is so funny Sparkle?”

“Nothing Trixie!”

Rainbow Dash and Soarin’ were absolutely sickeningly close to one another, with Rainbow Dash doting on Soarin’s every need. Zecora had mentioned feeling unusually attached to Iron Will. Cadance and Shining Armor were falling in love all over again. Fluttershy and Discord, well, Fluttershy was Fluttershy, but even she seemed to under the influence of whatever was taking place. Celestia was curiously infatuated with Windburn, unable to resist the urge to fawn over Windburn every chance she got.

And then there was the distressing Luna situation. Luna’s harem. Luna’s herd. Luna strutted around Canterlot now as though she owned the place. Well, technically, she did, but that was beside the point. Luna and her herd of lunar mares had become the talk of Canterlot. And Luna took every chance she got to shout about her prowess and lord it over her sister.

Celestia had complained that Luna had become unbearable.

Look at Trixie’s delightful curves and become distracted ✓

Twilight Sparkle looked up and pondered Trixie, who was sprawled out splay-legged on a rug and reading a book. There was certainly some strong feelings here. Alarmingly strong feelings. Twilight suddenly had trouble thinking about what she had been doing. She started to think about doing something else. Like doing Trixie…

Pay attention to the task at hoof ✓

Twilight Sparkle was certain that magic was at work here. It didn’t seem to be particularly harmful, or even all that dangerous, if anything it was pleasant. A lot of couples had probably been brought together all over the world. Love was a good thing. It was like friendship, only stronger.

And with all of these pregnancies, the world would be an awful place if the couples had not come together to raise the sudden influx of offspring.

Twilight Sparkle was distracted by the sounds of Trixie farting loudly, pressing down upon her belly to force the gas out.

Whatever you do, do not develop a fart fetish ✘

Twilight Sparkle felt a warm flush of arousal. She wasn’t sure if it was her own hidden desires or the now slightly insidious magic magic at work.

“Phew! Behold the Lingering and Paint Peeling stench of the Bloated and Flatulent Trixie!” Trixie rolled on her side and rubbed her belly, causing even more Windy and Terrible flatulence.

Twilight Sparkle nearly knocked over the table in her rush to take Trixie in her hooves and begin squeezing her to indulge in her newfound fetish.

“Girls, I think we have a problem.” Twilight Sparkle announced.

Twilight’s friends all looked at her, eyes wide, faces full of concern, all of them waiting for Twilight to speak and explain what was going on.

“I believe there is some residual magic from the Great Swap that is accelerating these pregnancies and drawing couples together. The pregnancies concern me but the couples being drawn together part doesn’t seem so bad.” Twilight made a gesture with her hoof.

“Wait… Are Soarin’ and I together because we actually love one another or are we together because something is making us love one another?” Rainbow Dash inquired, looking confused, her ears drooping.

“Does it matter? You were already quite infatuated with one another before this happened.” Rarity replied. “You had a moment of understanding for one another’s positions and it brought you together.”

“I shoulda shagged somepony.” Pinkie Pie blurted.

“Pinkie Pie!” Rarity shouted in offended tones.

“I’ve never seen Big Mac so motherly. He’s like a different stallion now. He follows Apple Bloom and all of her little friends around and watches over them all careful like. He even has tea parties and plays with dolls with them.” Applejack interjected.

“That is curious.” Twilight answered.

“I found him in a dress in Apple Bloom’s room, sitting around a little table drinkin’ tea with Apple Bloom and her friends. One of Granny’s dresses. He had ribbons in his mane.” Applejack said, taking off her hat and looking down inside of it, her face distressed.

There was a painful moment of silence shared between the friends.

Banish awkward silence ✓

“Fluttershy, have you noticed anything?” Twilight asked.

Fluttershy turned red under her pelt, causing her to turn orange as the yellow and red merged together. “No.”

“Are you sure Fluttershy? A lot might be at stake here, can you help me?” Twilight inquired, looking concerned.

Fluttershy began to meep repeatedly, fretting, her wings fluttering and her eyes squeezing shut. She tilted her head, hiding her face behind her mane.

“Aw, come on Flutters, we’re your friends. You can talk to us.” Rainbow Dash said, hovering over and placing a foreleg around Fluttershy.

“I dunno.” Fluttershy squeaked.

“Now now Fluttershy, Dash is correct. We are your friends, you can tell us anything, anything at all darling.” Rarity said in cultured tones.

“Anything at all.” Pinkie repeated.

“Okay,” said Fluttershy in a faint whisper, “every night I become the Flutterbeast. And it’s awful. I savage poor Discord every chance I get, leaving him a bruised and battered draconequus. That’s the real reason why he never leaves the house. It isn’t just because he’s watching the eggs.”

Nurture awkward silence for as long as possible ✓

Twilight Sparkle gnawed her lip, trapped in a silence so awkward it rivaled the time she had walked in on her parents rutting one another and then they had tried to explain the birds and the bees during the most awkward breakfast ever in the history of Equestria.

Twilight could actually hear the sounds of Rainbow Dash’s eyelids blinking rapidly.

Everypony present was busy studying something important on the floor, none of them daring to look one another in the eye.

“Feels so good.” Fluttershy growled. “So so good!" There was a savage rumble coming from Fluttershy’s barrel. A terrifying sound. “I gotta go! Discord needs to be rehabilitated really hard for making everything all mixed up and muddled!”

Twilight Sparkle sat, frozen in shock, watching as Fluttershy ripped the front door from its hinges, escaping the library and heading home.

“I don’t feel a lick o’ sorry for that draconequus.” Applejack said, shaking her head.

Author's Notes:

Uh oh...

Oh noes...

Chapter 2

“Oh my gosh… Does it hurt?” Rainbow Dash inquired, almost in a near panic, hovering from place to place frantically, her eyes never leaving Soarin’s oversized belly, her forehooves pressed into her cheeks, pinching her face and making her look ridiculous.

Soarin’ nodded. He and Dash had learned that the best approach was honesty and had vowed to never fall back into guessing games and trying to force one another to read minds.

“I know Twilight is working on what is going on, but we’re taking you to the hospital!” Rainbow cried.

Soarin’ tried to shoo Rainbow away, waving his hoof in dismissal. “I’m fine. Just big.”

“Too big Soarin, I’m scared! Real scared. You grew overnight! Gah! Please go Soarin’, please go for me!” Rainbow Dash pleaded and begged, raising her forehooves up together under her chin.

Soarin’ sighed and nodded, saying nothing in his defeat.

Cadance fretted and fussed. Shining Armor hadn’t been able to get out of the bed now for several days. A doctor stood nearby, and a nurse, both of them baffled, neither one of them quite able to deal with Shining Armor’s oversized belly. It was large and strangely… lumpy. Cadance had felt it herself, pressing her nose in where the doctor had told her to press.

Pressing her nose in had caused Shining Armor to crepitate labouriously. The stench of his passing still filling the room, cloying in the nostrils.

Shining Armor was still enough of a stallion somewhere in his brain to laugh riotously when he had farted, and then immediately felt embarrassed about it and tried to apologise. Something about the female form that caused one to become ashamed about flatulence, self conscious and aware of body image, and the need to be appealing, pleasing to others, an overpowering need to be and feel pretty.

And pretty mares did not fart.

Cadance did not find flatulence appealing, and Shining Armor, now female, had picked up on this all too soon. It was the nail in the coffin for poor Shining Armor, realising something in his fundamental nature had been changed dramatically.

Shining Armor began to cry.

Cadance tried soothing him, stroking him with a wing, but Shining Armor was on the rollercoaster ride of mommy hormones, he had reached a peak, and was now falling over the precipice, plunging into a steep decline.

“He’s been like this for weeks!” Cadance cried in frustration.

The nurse nodded.

“It is difficult being a mare.” The doctor admitted, removing his glasses with magic and polishing them on his white coat.

“I need chocolates and cuddle time.” Shining Armor sniffled, looking at Cadance with pleading bloodshot eyes, his mascara running. Shining had been experimenting with makeup, hoping that feeling pretty would help his mercurial mood.

Cadance nodded in understanding and wished that she had a strong masculine shoulder to lean on, her mind wishing for her Shining Armor back to the way he was.

“I feel so awful. I just don’t know what went wrong.”

Time Turner looked at Derpy, his hearts melting in his chest. The grey pegasus mare was beside herself. Sometimes, quite literally, as she summoned up another Derpy with the help of blue box to help wait on him hand and foot.

The blue box was still a mystery to Time Turner, covered in some strange lettering he could not read. It was much, much larger on the inside than on the outside. And Derpy seemed to be the only one who could make things on the inside do anything.

Time Turner had strange feelings about the blue box. He could hear it singing sometimes. Lately, it seemed to thrum with strange energy.

Time Turner had stepped out of the blue box one day with jumbled memories, strange knowledge, and a terrible case of general amnesia. He couldn’t remember his own name, or who he was, so the ponies had called him Time Turner because of his knack with clocks. Occasionally, his mind would flood with brilliant thoughts, thoughts about things like timey wimey wibbly wobbly stuff, and then it would vanish without a trace. Some days, he knew more than others, at least he thought he did, but he could never be sure.

He was certain about one thing though. He hadn’t always been a pony. He had been something else once, what he was, he could not tell. Something about regeneration danced around the edges of his memory.

“You’re so big!” Derpy said, rubbing her hooves gently over Time Turner’s belly, worry still on her face, her amber eyes looking in different directions. Derpy pressed her ear to the rounded belly and listened.

“I have a strange craving for bananas. And celery.” Time Turner announced, smacking his lips noisily and blinking his eyes several times rapidly.

“I’ll go get some. Wanna banana nut muffin?” Derpy replied.

“Yeah, that would be fantastic!” Time Turner said, his plot suddenly exploding with enough force to cause Derpy to scream in alarm.

Zecora eyed Iron Will, her face creased with concern. Something just wasn’t right, and Zecora knew it. Zecora could understand pregnancy, she was an experienced midwife, but Iron Will’s condition baffled her. The minotaur cow was too far along too soon. And she was strangely lumpy.

Iron Will farted loudly, his face straining as he did so.

Zecora hoped the farts were not strangely lumpy. That would be bad. Lumpy flatulence was always a worrying sign of something wrong.

“If you are fat and full of gas, you must blow it out your ass!” Iron Will announced, pressing down on his stomach, his nostrils flaring.

“You have ruined our home and soiled our hut, would you please stop your trumpeting from your butt?” Zecora replied, mildly annoyed, her nostrils crinkling.

“If a little baby is soon to be born, you must announce them with a horn!” Iron Will argued, his expression pained as he pressed down on his stomach with one hand, and cupped an oversized udder bulging from his chiseled pectorals with the other.

“Stop right now and let go your tits, it is making me think about your filly bits!” Zecora protested. She felt guilty for having so much desire while her partner seemed to be suffering so.

“If you want to ride my belly, you must squeeze me into jelly!” Iron Will offered.

“If I squeeze your belly, it will come to pass, so much sound and fury... will come out your ass.” Zecora replied.

“I have nothing.” Iron Will said, looking astonished and somewhat embarrassed. “You are a noble and magnificent creature. I can spout catchphrases all day, but you make beautiful poetry.” Iron Will began to sniffle slightly, suddenly looking very emotional, still squeezing one of his udders absentmindedly.

Zecora kissed him gently, hoping to make him feel better.

A dreadful cloud hung over Ponyville. It was thick, smoggy, and sulfurous. A similar cloud hung over Canterlot, over Manehatten, over every city and town in Equestria.

And the world.

Begin to worry ✓

Twilight Sparkle felt a tingle of fear as she hung her head out the window, her nostrils crinkling, the smell so thick and cloying now that you could taste it.

The pegasi were working overtime trying to create wind to blow the feculent cloud away. It didn’t seem to be helping.

Begin to understand that events have begun to spiral out of control ✓

Luna stood on the battlements, holding a conductor’s wand in her magic, looking very pleased with herself, her eyes wide, her face in a manic grin, her teeth visible, her wings sprung out and fully erect, quivering with her passion.

“ONCE MORE WITH FEELING GIRLS!!!” Luna commanded.

She raised the conductor's wand, gave it a tap on the crenulations, and the music started.

Below her, her herd of mares began their terrifying song, a flatulent frog song of the damned, each one of them farting out a trumpeting blast in time to their cue from the conductor’s wand, creating the most horrible nightmarish music ever heard on Equestria since the Cutie Mark Crusaders school musical number. The enormous shaggy lunar pegasi reveled in their nightmarish music, their faces in ecstasy, their only desire to please their Mistress. She wanted them to sing, and they gave her music, music filled with love and adoration, their heads down, their plots raised in song, their tails flicking like horrible metronomes in time with the music.

Celestia screamed in fetid horror, the “Song of the Barking Spiders” as Luna called it damaging her sanity. The “Lament of the Quacking Ducks” had also been quite awful, but “Song of the Barking Spiders” was well practiced, giving it a truly nightmarish quality. Celestia thought the sound below sounded like a herd of elephants stampeding through the mud.

Celestia contemplated snatching Windburn and abdicating her throne.

Author's Notes:

**Holds nose**

Writing this sequel stinks.

Chapter 3

Apply medicated wet wipe ✓

Twilight carefully applied the medicated wet wipe to the Chapped and Awfully Embarrassed Trixie. Trixie was on the bed, her face down on the pillow, her plot held high in the air, hind legs slightly splayed, her tail flipped up over her back.

Usually, it was a sight that caused instant arousal… but not now. Trixie was suffering too much from the constant plot ripping.

“Gah! I’m blind!”

Really put some effort into finding a therapist for Spike ✓

Spike covered his eyes with both little dragon hands, his tail swishing.

Trixie let out a great whooshing blast and blew the wet wipe from Twilight’s magical grasp, it flew across the room like a soggy leaf, landing with a wet splat on Spike’s face.

“Ugh!” Spike cried, tearing the wet wipe from his face and then fleeing the room.

Bite lip ✓

Try not to laugh ✓

Feel ashamed ✘

“Trixie, we are taking you to the hospital!” Twilight decided outloud. Twilight’s horn flashed and the pair were gone.

On second thought, Twilight supposed she should have gave Trixie a moment to compose and collect her self, rather than just wink right into the hospital while Trixie was presenting. Trixie and Twilight arrived with a grunt and a fart, standing in the middle of a group of very confused doctors and nurses.

“Not the strangest thing I’ve seen lately.” Nurse Redheart commented.

They were ushered into a room where Soarin’ and Rainbow Dash were already waiting, Soarin’ in bed, Rainbow sitting in a chair muttering impatiently.

“Hi Twi’!” Rainbow said, perking up as Twilight came through the door. Trixie was settled into the bed by Nurse Redheart, her pillow fluffed, and a blanket pulled over her.

“Soarin’ can’t stop farting!” Dash blurted. “It was kinda awesome at first, but now it is hurting him.”

“The Galded and Exceedingly Flatulent Trixie knows your pain!” Trixie cried, she then bit her lip and let go a wet sounding wooshy blast.

“The doctors tried an ultrasound on Soarin’, and there ain’t nothing in there!” Rainbow cried, her nose crinkling, her wing waving the stink away.

“What?” Twilight cried.

“Nothing shows up on the ultrasound!” Dash responded.

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Twilight fled the room to find the doctor.

“Nothing?!” Twilight cried, trying to peer at Trixie’s ultrasound. “How can there be nothing? You can press down on her stomach and feel lumps!”

“It doesn’t mean there is nothing in there, it just means that nothing is visible.” Dr. Stable said slowly, worried about Twilight Sparkle’s rapidly diminishing mood.

“How can this be?” Twilight asked, her eyes rapidly blinking in confusion, the corner of her eye beginning to twitch. The corner of Twilight’s mouth pulled and tugged back towards her jawline, the twitch causing her ear to raise and lower rapidly.

“We’re getting reports from all over about this phenomenon. The hospitals in Manehatten are sending out emergency requests for more doctors. Ponyville only has a few patients. Manehatten has several thousand known patients.” Dr. Stable looked troubled.

“Oh my gosh!” Rainbow gasped.

“Baltimare is also reporting cases in the thousands. And there are other major cities. I don’t even want to think about a city like Los Pegasus with its relaxed attitudes about casual sex.” Dr. Stable flipped through a chart and grunted a few times.

“Are all of them, um, gassy?” Soarin’ asked.

Nurse Redheart nodded, her face sour.

Trixie gave a sudden piercing shriek, her cry causing every ear in the room to flicker. Twilight winked to her side, a hoof placed on Trixie’s barrel, her face furrowed with love and concern.

“The Agonised and Greatly Suffering Trixie has a pain in her filly bits!”

Dr. Stable threw back the blankets, seeing a trickle of blood from a delicate place. Twilight panicked, falling into a chair, while Rainbow Dash began to hover in circles shouting “OH MY GOSH OH MY GOSH OH MY GOSH!”

Soarin too, began to scream.

“OH NO!” Rainbow said, flying into a wall and nearly knocking herself out cold.

“Doctor, something is coming out!” Nurse Redheart shouted.

There was a wet “splorch!” sound as Trixie screamed and hollered, kicking her hind legs.

Prepare for motherhood ✘

“Trixie!” Twilight cried.

Doctors and nurses began to flood the tiny hospital room. Nurse Redheart shoved Twilight Sparkle out of the way and began to see to Trixie, while the other doctors and nurses began to gather around Soarin’.

In the swirling vortex of chaos, Twilight Sparkle grabbed ahold of Rainbow Dash, and held her close, crushing Rainbow’s body to her barrel.

Hold on to something blue ✓

Zecora carefully cradled Iron Will’s head in her forelegs, Iron Will sweating and heaving, clutching his, well, currently her rounded belly, and mooed in agony.

“Take a deep breath, and hold on my love, now right this second, I need you to shove!” Zecora commanded.

Iron Will heaved, and mooed again, his cries filling the hut.

“If some baby blocks your womb…” Iron Will grunted, “you must eject them into the room!”

Zecora gently kissed the top of Iron Will’s head.

“Any moment within the now, we shall see a zebra-cow.” Zecora encouraged.

Iron Will could do nothing but moo in reply.

“Shiny, you need to push!” Cadance cried.

“Too soon!” Shining Armor argued breathlessly.

Shining Armor’s body was slathered in sweat, worked up to a fine foam all over his pelt. He looked miserable. He pressed his head against Cadance. “I always thought I would be holding you at this moment, when we brought a foal into the world. I had dreams about it Cadance, being a good father. Being there for you. It was something I always wan…. GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!”

“Push you noodlehead!” Cadance commanded in a princessly tone.

“OH THE RIPPING!” Shining Armor screamed.

“OH BY THE GATES OF TARTARUS WHAT IN THE NAME OF MY AUNTIE IS GOING ON DOWN THERE!” Cadance shrieked.

Far, far away, in a distant place, Queen Chrysalis was taking advantage of this new moment of weakness to destroy her enemies.

A while back, she had become male hive drone and new queens arose all around her. She had been the ONLY male hive drone. There had been a lot of breeding that day. A LOT of breeding. And now, there were rival queens all around her, threatening her position, many in the throes of creating a new clutch. Many of the gender swapped males stayed as females, and there could be only one Queen.

And Queen Chrysalis did not share her empire. She moved against the rival usurpers, striking them down and killing them in their moments of weakness. What she did not know was that some had fled, going into new places, far away places, away from Queen Chrysalis’ wrath. Now, new changeling colonies infested the world, now in new and unknown places. One had made it to the Sea of Grass, where the zebras lived, another into the Forevergreen Jungles, another made it to Griffonholm, where the griffons dwelled.

This day had not been just perfect. It would go down as the bloodiest day ever in the history of the changeling race, and the day which the tide had turned, the changelings becoming a serious threat to all of the races of the globe.

Unintended consequences from draconequus breeding season.

Luna prowled up and down the line of beds were her guard lay panting, heaving, caught in the pains of labour, growls, grunts, and screams filling the room.

“BLOOD AND GUTS LADIES! DO YOU WANT TO LIVE FOREVER?” Luna shouted. “I WANT TO SEE YOU GIVING BIRTH, RIGHT NOW, THIS INSTANT! THAT IS AN ORDER!”

All around Luna, the stallions who were still currently mares heaved and pitched, kicking their legs, pushing, struggling and straining.

“A PROMOTION TO THE ONE WHO CROWNS THE FIRST HEAD!” Luna encouraged.

The guards continued their grunting feverish task, all of them so desperately wanting to please their Mistress, all of them full of fanatical devotion, a new religion of love. Anything, anything at all for their Mistress, her bidding was their pleasure.

“LESS CHAT AND MORE SPLAT LADIES!” Luna commanded, causing the guard to redouble their efforts. “I’VE HEARD MORE EFFORT MADE TO PASS IMPOSSIBLE LOADS AFTER APPLELOOSA TACO NIGHT!”

In another room in Canterlot Castle, Celestia was in the bed with Windburn, curled along side her, gently coaxing her along through the terrible pains of labour, Celestia whispering encouragement in Windburn’s ear, squeezing her gently, holding her foreleg.

Windburn responded well to the kindness, the gentle affection and love. He may have been a guard, and would have responded to a barked command, but this day, he was exquisitely a mare, in both mind and body, and Celestia understood that. Something bloomed within her breast, a newfound feeling for her, a sense of hope and restoration, but also a sense of dread and fear, a fear of the unknown, which Celestia assumed was the feeling of new fathers and mothers everywhere.

“Come Windburn, give us a foal.” Celestia said, kissing his ear gently.

“Anything for you my Sunshine.” Windburn replied, his… er, her voice gritty with pain and emotion.

Twilight Sparkle contemplated the impossible thing sitting before her. It lay between Trixie’s legs, still somewhat bloody, covered in birthing slime. The entire room stood in shock. Trixie lay heaving, Soarin’ was still in the throes of labour, and Rainbow Dash was holding on to his hoof and kissing his cheek in encouragement, trying to ignore the horror that lay in the next bed over.

Begin to panic ✓

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In between Trixie’s legs was an egg and she was still in the powerful contortions of labour.

Author's Notes:

Poor Spike.

I wish I felt bad for what I did. But sacrificing my conscience for box of Milk Duds was still a good trade I think.

Chapter 4

Begin to lose sanity ✓

Twilight Sparkle pondered the five eggs sitting in a basket, gently wrapped in a blanket. Five little eggs. She worried a great deal about what might be inside of them. Soarin’ had also laid five eggs. Twilight Sparkle suspected that every creature that had become pregnant during the time of Eris’ estrus was going to have five eggs.

Begin to realise just how screwed the world is ✓

Twilight thought about the city of Manehatten. The doctor had said there had been thousands of cases. Thousands.

And then there was Los Pegasus, the city of whorses, where a few bits could buy you a buck and one heck of a good time.

Five dreadful little eggs. The worst part of it all was, Twilight loved those little eggs. She could feel it deep within the cockles of her heart. She loved them and wanted what was best for them. She wanted to keep them safe, secure, and warm. Twilight loved them all so much that she could hardly stand it. She wanted to kiss them and cradle them and keep them warm and secure with her body.

The entire planet was going to be overrun by something she loved, and she wasn’t sure if she would even want to try and stop them.

Twilight pondered briefly what Celestia must be feeling. Or Luna. Twilight facehoofed when she thought of Luna. Twilight realised that as she stood there, Celestia was probably breaking down. Twilight had a hunch that all of the eggs had been birthed at roughly the same time. And Celestia had done nothing to contact Twilight.

Begin to prepare for the inevitable apocalypse ✓

It was a worrying thought. Celestia should have done something by now. Contact had not been made. Twilight was only a minor alicorn, (Alicorn Minorus) and she felt unbelievably protective of her brood. She could only imagine what Celestia, who was an Alicorn Majorus must be feeling. Celestia would probably burn the world in fire before allowing something to happen to her brood.

Twilight suspected that the eggs should be smashed, but the very thought made her feel suicidal. Discord and Fluttershy’s brood was worrisome enough…

Draw conclusion that the world is horned. So very horned ✓

“The Befuddled and Somewhat Confused Trixie has no clue what is going on.” Trixie said, interrupting Twilight’s thoughts. Her voice sounded pained.

Twilight Sparkle heaved a sigh of relief. She still felt a Great and Powerful Love for the Attractive and Seductively Sultry Trixie. Twilight had worried briefly that her infatuation might wear off once Trixie had given birth.

Now, Twilight worried if it might wear off sometime in the future, after their young were raised. She did not voice her concern, but she didn’t want it wearing off at all. Or, at least, she hoped she didn’t. It could very well be the magically induced love causing her to think and feel this way. Twilight felt very confused and small and wanted desperately to hug something, anything, just so long as it was blue.

She latched on tenderly to Trixie, still sprawled in the bed.

Hug something blue ✓

“Is Trixie a chicken?” Trixie inquired.

“No.” Twilight said, planting a kiss on Trixie’s cheek and wondering how long they had before the world ended.

“The world has eggsploded.” Twilight whispered into Trixie’s ear.

“Gah! Sparkle! I’ve just laid five eggs!” Trixie squirmed uncomfortably.

“Feeling shell shocked?” Twilight asked.

“UGH! No more!” Trixie pleaded.

“Trixie, the world is ending soon.” Twilight announced.

“I know Sparkle. I know.” Trixie murmured sadly, her voice still gritty from pain.

“And I want to spend it just like this. Next to something blue.” Twilight buried her nose into Trixie’s neck and held her close.

“What is it with you and the colour blue?” Trixie inquired.

“It’s silly.” Twilight said shyly.

“The world is ending Sparkle. Might as well tell me.” Trixie replied.

“I associate the colour blue with happiness. I don’t know why ponies say they feel blue.” Twilight said in a low husky whisper. “Or sing the blues. I’ve never understood it.”

“Aw, Sparkle, you are going to make me cry.” Trixie said, sniffling.

Reports from Celestia confirmed Twilight’s worst fears. Eggs everywhere. Celestia also wrote of her strange love for her eggs, voicing many of the same concerns that Twilight had thought of previously.

Twilight had spoken at length with Discord, who seemed genuinely baffled by these events. Twilight wasn’t sure if she believed him. Discord had never had an estrus before. And upon thorough examination, couldn’t ever remember meeting another draconequus before. Twilight wanted to believe him, but was having trouble.

It was wise to never believe a draconequus, no matter how earnest they seemed to be at the time. Discord did seemed concerned though. He was currently madly in love with Flutterbeast and Fluttershy, and the notion of something harming her unnerved him completely.

Could Twilight trust in love?

She didn’t know anymore. Her own feelings were so muddled. She couldn’t even tell if she had been manipulated or if these were her own real feelings. She lived in a constant state of terror that these feelings would wear off and she’d be left with nothing.

She wanted desperately to be left with something.

Something blue.

Twilight Sparkle felt the sting of frustration over knowing all of this had started because of a slumber party. A slumber party had doomed Equestria and the entire world.

An innocent night of fun amongst friends had caused the end of civilisation. The age of the draconequus would begin soon, when the eggs hatched.

So much for the magic of friendship. It had brought about the end of an era. They didn’t even have the Elements of Harmony any more. Twilight could not foresee a way to stop this, to prevent it from happening, other than going forth and smashing all of the eggs.

And she couldn’t do that.

Even Spike loved the eggs. He hovered over the basket, picking them up occasionally and kissing them, singing to them, turning them occasionally, wrapping the blanket around them, Spike was a doting eggsitter. He had been there, when they came home from the hospital, worried, expecting some brothers and sisters perhaps.

Spike hadn’t been expecting any eggs.

But Spike loved them all the same, they had become his little treasures.

Twilight Sparkle pondered her odd little family and wondered how long they had. One alicorn, one unicorn trapped in the third pony, a dragon that needed to see a therapist, and a basket of eggs.

“Come back to bed Sparkle! Trixie needs to be next to something purple!”

Twilight Sparkle blew out the candle she had been studying by and observed the darkness settling into the room.

She couldn’t help but feel it was appropriate for the situation.

Zecora and Iron Will pondered their clutch of eggs. The world was a messed up place right now. A minotaur bull who had become a cow who had been impregnated by a zebra mare who had become a stallion and then the minotaur cow, who had been a bull, had laid eggs, and was now living with the zebra, who had been a stallion, but was now a mare, and the minotaur bull, who had become a cow, had laid the eggs, and was now a bull again.

“When your mind is full of confusion, you must not give in to delusion…” Iron Will said, still very confused about being a bull again.

The gender roles in their relation where changing once again. Iron Will was masculine, yet feminine, he loved his clutch of eggs more than the bulky biped was capable of saying. He also loved a small striped quadruped that had become the center of his universe.

Zecora, for her part, was content.

“Get over here, you horny bull, grab my tail, and give a pull.”

Iron Will raised an eyebrow.

“Doom is coming to the Equestrian nation. What I need is some good penetration.” Zecora stated matter of factly. “While it was delightful to make you moo, we now have the means for an old fashioned screw.”

“If a zebra flirts in sultry rhymes, you must give her sexy times!” Iron Will catchphrased.

Cadance loved her eggs. Being the Alicorn of Love, she really loved her eggs. The letter she had received from Twilight unnerved her a great deal. Twilight and all of her questions… Questions about whether or not this love was even real, questions about how long would the world survive being flooded by draconequus spawn, Twilight Sparkle and her questions had been a real downer.

And part of Cadance knew Twilight might be right.

The other part of Cadance hated Twilight for the same reason.

Cadance accepted the fact that the world was ending with all of the grace and aplomb that she accepted everything else. She took a deep breath, made a gesture with her hoof, and exhaled slowly. All better.

Except for all those nagging thoughts in the back of her mind, thoughts that would not go away. Alicorns were sensitive about potential extinction level events or even world ending events, and it manifested as an itchy feeling in the marrow of the horn. It was an itch that could not be reached. The only way to make it stop was to ensure the world continued to survive.

Cadance decided the only way to distract herself from that itch was to go and play with Shining Armor’s newly returned Little Shiny, perhaps polishing it to a fine sheen would make her feel better.

Luna pondered her new nightmare. Sixty eggs. Sixty eggs. She had a special sense of pride knowing that she had personally ensured the coming apocalypse, condemning the world to destruction with careless competitive rutting.

Her horn itched in the worst manner possible and she felt a twinge of guilt with her pride. Suddenly, crowing her achievements over her sister’s had lost a bit of luster.

Twelve stallions eyed her slavishly, all eyes on Luna, all of them filled with love, lust, and a religious adoration.

One mare among twelve stallions. It was a mess that only Luna could find herself in.

The moon was beginning to look awfully inviting compared to how Equestria and the whole world was soon to be, swarming with draconequus spawns.

But Luna could not bear to leave her eggs. She loved them oh so very much.

Author's Notes:

Hold on ponies, hold on!

Gonna get bumpy from here on out!

Chapter 5

Spend as much time with loved one before the apocalypse as possible ✓

So this was it. The end of the world. Twilight Sparkle waited for the eggs to hatch. She snoozed, half in and half out of reality, her body pressed against Trixie. Both of them were so close it was hard to tell where one began and one ended, their bodies entwined in a lazy sleepy embrace, tangled together in the bed, the sun coming through the window and warming their bodies. Twilight reveled in the moist humid heat of Trixie’s mareflesh pressed tightly against Twilight’s navel. She wrapped her forelegs tighter around Trixie’s barrel and pulled her closer, slipping off into a waking dream, her mind drifting.

This was the best possible way to wait out the end of the word, Twilight concluded, her mind slipping deeper into a drowsing warmth, her cheek resting on Trixie’s neck, using her as a pillow. Twilight’s own pillow was damp with the Somewhat Moist and Slightly Slick drool of the Slobbering and Spit Bubble Blowing Trixie.

Twilight Sparkle didn’t mind though. Trixie’s neck made a much better pillow. Love meant accepting all of a pony, even the annoying bits, like drooling or being an annoying showmare.

Twilight Sparkle awoke to a tugging on her ear.

“Twilight, wake up, something is happening!”

Here we go, panic ✓

Twilight opened her eye and saw Spike, he was bouncing in place beside the bed. It had to be a some time around noon. Trixie stirred beneath her.

Open other eye ✓

Twilight lifted her head, stretching her neck and lifting herself away from Trixie, causing her to feel cold suddenly. She shook the sleepy feeling from her mind, trying to clear away the cobwebs, she yawned and tried to make peace with how little time there seemed to be left. At least the morning spent drowsing in bed had been blissful, she couldn’t ask for much more in life.

“The eggs keep making weird noises Twilight!”

Spike pulled on his own tail fretfully. Twilight Sparkle crawled out of bed, landing on the floor with a loud “thump” as her hooves hit the floorboards, and kissed Spike upon the head.

Twilight Sparkle supposed a goodbye was in order.

“The Sleepy and Incredibly Lazy Trixie protests that the end of the world dare interrupt Trixie’s snuggle with Twilight Sparkle.” Trixie yawned, her mouth opened wide, her orange tongue dangling out. Drool dribbled from her chin.

Possible ways to survive extinction level event: become a lich -?-

No need for drastic measures just yet, but it never hurt to be prepared. She had been practicing the spell however, just in case. Twilight Sparkle was ready to spend a Long and Lustful eternity with the Undead and Hopefully Still Attractive Trixie.

Twilight stumbled down the stairs, still trying to blink away the sleepy from her eyes, not even bothering to check her list about things like bedhead. It seemed like such a trivial concern right now. Certainly wasn’t anything to worry over. The end of the world had a way of changing your priorities.

As Twilight Sparkle entered the room, she could hear the eggs. There were odd little popping noises coming from them.

“Ping!”

One of the eggs bounced in place, causing the blanket to fall away.

It bounced again. And then again, the shell clicking.

Twilight lifted the egg in her magic, pulled it closer to her face, and studied it. Cracks had formed. Little spiderwebs of cracks were all over the shell. She gently lowered the egg down on to another folded blanket, and then, Twilight waited, Trixie sitting beside her.

“I love you Trixie,” Twilight said, “I wish we had more time. I wish we had come together sooner. I regret not getting to know you earlier on.”

Trixie yawned and leaned on Twilight. “You’ve been a great teacher.”

Trixie’s words were loaded with meaning of all kinds. Twilight Sparkle felt a lump in her throat. Fear began to grip her.

“Maybe after these hatch, there will be time for one final detention, your punishment due for laying the eggs that doomed the world.” Twilight struggled to get the words out, an odd feeling of fear and arousal coursing through her body.

“Mm.” Trixie said, almost purring.

The egg made popping noises, like popcorn in a kettle.

“Spike, I love you. I don’t think I tell you enough. But thank you for everything Spike.” Twilight felt a tightening in her chest, she began to wonder what her friends were doing right now. She wondered if she would have time to see them again. Maybe the flood of draconequus spawn wouldn’t be so bad. Maybe they’d be harmless at first, taking a while to mature. Maybe something could be done.

The other eggs made popping noises, but the one on the blanket was rolling and bouncing around like an Appleloosan jumping bean.

“Twilight, I love you like a mother,” Spike confessed, “and Trixie, you’re not nearly as annoying as you used to be. I think I love you.” The little dragon ran to Trixie and hugged her forelegs. Trixie gently hugged him back, now sniffling.

Twilight really wanted to see her friends.

But something compelled her to watch the eggs. She couldn’t leave.

There was a large crack in the bouncing egg now, and a whoosh of air escaped the shell.

Look back on life and check for regrets ✓

A piece of shell fell away. And then another.

And then, the egg exploded!

There was a bright flash of light and a blur of purple colour, and an explosive thud filled the room. Twilight was blinded by the flash, Trixie let out a cry and covered her eyes, and Spike buried his face into Twilight and Trixie’s chests, squeezing between them, now crying.

“Mommies!” A voice cried.

Twilight slowly opened one eye, expecting the worst.

What she got instead was something else entirely.

Before her was a small lavender coloured earth pony foal, with a pale blue mane and tail, very much like Trixie’s mane and tail colour. It appeared to be a yearling. It had exploded into existence from the egg.

How odd…

The foal was now rubbing her face against Trixie’s foreleg, pressed up against Spike, Trixie now sitting with her mouth open wide in an exclamation of surprise and shock.

Another egg began to pop and bounce expectantly. Twilight lifted it away from the others, placing on the blanket, the new foal rubbing up against her new mothers the entire time.

It was a very chaotic moment and Twilight began to cry, tears trickling down her cheeks.

Be ready for motherhood ✘

Trixie was crying as well as the foal rubbed up against them exuberantly. Spike had fallen strangely silent. The bouncing egg flopped around on the blanket.

“Hello little pony…” Trixie managed to mutter.

“Hi!” The yearling foal said, now pressing her nose into Spike.

“Twilight, I’m freaking out.” Spike hugged the foal, his face full of fear and doubt.

There was a woosh of air from the bouncing egg.

And then, it too, exploded.

The yearling foal squealed from the sudden noise, leaping into Spike’s reactionary embrace, her forelegs now around his neck, squeezing him, her eyes now shut.

A new foal exploded into existence with a cry, a flash of light, and a sense of wonder coming from his parents.

A pegasus colt sat among the remains of eggshell, grinning broadly, blue, like his mother Trixie, and had dark and light purple for his mane and tail colouring.

“Mamas!” The colt squealed, running forward to embrace his parents and his sister.

“Trixie is very confused.” Trixie’s voice was indeed, full of confusion.

Another egg announced its needs to burst, and Twilight set it upon the blanket.

Two mares, one dragon, one yearling earth filly foal, and one yearling pegasus colt foal watched the egg expectantly, eyes wide, waiting for something to happen.

Twilight Sparkle felt her heart leap up into her throat. Everything was going to be fine. She heaved a sigh of relief.

The watched egg exploded, with a strange subdued explosive burst. The flash of light was very dim, the pop a more of a fizzle, like a bottle of soda being opened.

A little lunar pegasus filly foal sat among the egg remains, hiding her face behind her bat like wings. She was little, she was a dark smoky blue, and she had a magenta coloured mane and tail. She said nothing, but continued to hide, making little meeping sounds, absolutely terrified.

To be exploded into existence was a dreadful experience, one that would mar the little bat-like foal for the rest of her life.

Trixie hoisted the foal over in her magic, sitting back on her haunches and hugging the little shy lunar pegasus foal to her barrel, squeezing her and making little happy grunts of pleasure as she hugged her daughter.

Twilight felt a rush of happiness as she lifted another bouncing egg into place.

The family watched, waiting for a new member, minus one. The lunar pegasus foal hid her face into Trixie’s neck, looking very much like she would wet herself at any moment.

The next egg exploded and when the shell cleared, revealing a white unicorn colt foal with a two tone blue mane and tail, reminding Twilight Sparkle very much of her brother Shining Armor.

“Mammas!” The colt foal shouted, running forward to be with his family, running among his brother and sisters, and his mothers, and one little very confused dragon that had his mouth hanging open.

Twilight lifted the last egg into place, feeling overjoyed, the apocalypse averted. The population explosion could be dealt with.

The last egg rocked back and forth on the blanket, cracks appearing, and finally exploded with a rushing whoosh.

“CHAOS!” A little draconequus shouted in a high pitched squeaky voice. It was about a foot tall and one leg wasn’t a leg at all, but a tentacle. It waved its little tentacle hello and smiled broadly at his shocked parents.

It is never too late to panic ✓

The meeping lunar pegasus foal peed all over her mother Trixie in panic.

Author's Notes:

Surprise!

Chapter 6

Twilight Sparkle hated to leave her newly hatched foals, but there were things she needed to do. Hatched foals… Twilight’s mind rebelled against such an odd thought. The foals seemed healthy and happy… And so did the draconequus. The troubling little draconequus. Right now, there were potentially thousands of little draconequus spawns all over the globe, and there was no telling what was going to happen next.

They were off the map. This was uncharted territory.

Begin to approach the situation cautiously ✓

This was still potentially a world ending scenario, but it wasn’t as bad as it could have been. The sudden explosion in the pony population might be a problem. Twilight banked as she approached Fluttershy’s cottage.

Twilight stood and knocked on the door.

It was Discord who answered, looking rather pleased with himself. He smiled an alarming smile, his tail twitching in a smug self satisfied way, and his eyes were wide with excitement.

“Twilight Sparkle, just the mare I hoped to see!” Discord was practically cackling with glee as he greeted Twilight. “I have more Fluttershies than I know what to do with!”

“What?” Twilight replied, confused.

“Come in!” Discord invited.

Twilight Sparkle stepped through the door, not sure what to expect, her heart beginning to race, the events of the recent days breaking down her mental defenses. She froze as she entered the front room.

In front of her sat Fluttershy, she was sitting on her haunches. Only there were five Fluttershies. One large mother sized Fluttershy, who was beaming, and on each side of her, there were two versions of her in miniature, four total.

“Oh hi Twilight.” Fluttershy said demurely.

“Hi.” All four foals said at once.

“I call the little ones Quadrashy.” Discord cackled, hugging himself in glee.

Twilight Sparkle felt the cold prickle of fear, her wings suddenly feeling cold, her horn beginning to itch fiercely.

Quadrashy regarded Twilight with all eight eyes, all eight ears perked up at attention, all of them moving in perfect harmony with one another, all of them blinking in synchronisation. Twilight Sparkle struggled not to scream.

“Aren’t they adorable?” Fluttershy asked. “Little versions of me. I’m so happy.” Fluttershy’s eyes begin to flood with tears, and Quadrashy turned to look at her mother, all heads moving at once, almost mirror-like as two heads on each side of Fluttershy moved inward.

There was also a tiny draconequus, now visible, shyly poking out from behind his mother’s leg. He blew a very shy little raspberry and then went back to hiding. He had two tongues and the ability to blow raspberries in stereo.

Twilight’s feeling of horror began to amplify.

“Your, uh, foals are really adorable.” Twilight said, fighting the urge to flee.

“I know.” Fluttershy agreed. “All so cute and perfect. But we’re not actually going to call them Quadrashy. That’s just Discord’s silly nickname for them for the moment.”

“But we ARE Quadrashy.” The foals said in perfect unison.

Twilight broke, her mind coming dangerously close to meltdown.

Flee immediately ✓

Twilight Sparkle backed out of the door, nearly tripping over her own hindhooves, and then took to the air, unsure of what to do next. She needed more information about the situation. As she rose into the air, she turned towards Canterlot.

“Leaving so soon?!” Discord shouted from the door.

The castle seemed oddly deserted. There were no guards at the gate. Twilight began to panic. There should be guards. She entered through the gate, the castle oddly deserted, there was nopony around anywhere.

Real fear gripped Twilight Sparkle. Canterlot castle seemed silent and deserted.

Twilight Sparkle strode forward, her horn lit up and ready to go, her hooffalls echoing through the empty halls. She made her way to the throne room, hoping that somepony would be there.

There was nopony.

And then Twilight heard something… A faint giggle and the clatter of hooves. Twilight Sparkle waited, cold chills running up and down her spine, terror filling her heart,

Try to remember when bladder was emptied last ✓

Twilight Sparkle heard the stampede, and it was coming right at her. She saw the multi-coloured mass charging for her, a giggling mass of ponies of all sorts, dozens and dozens of them. A mob of yearling foals.

Twilight was so taken by the sight that she did nothing to defend herself, and she was overtaken by the unruly mob of yearlings. They pounced upon her, knocking her down to the floor, kissing her, hugging her, tickling her body, ruffling her feathers, mussing up her mane and tail, burying her in affection, the foals giving Twilight Sparkle the snuggling of her life.

Twilight Sparkle was felled by the unruly mob of youngsters and left struggling to breathe, her bellowing guffaws from the ticklish assault booming off of the walls and through the empty hallways.

And then the mob was gone, off to prowl the castle, looking for more victims.

Bladder problem no longer a problem ✓

It took Twilight Sparkle several minutes to recover, her breath hitching in her barrel, her lungs burning, her sides hurting from laughter. The horrible little monsters had overpowered her and taken her out all too easily. She had been powerless against them. Twilight Sparkle had peed herself from the tickle assault.

“Psst!”

Twilight looked in the direction of the hissing whisper, and saw a guard pony gesturing at her, and doing so in a very quiet fashion.

Twilight Sparkle got to her hooves and went to see what he wanted.

The situation was grim. Celestia and Luna were holed up in Celestia’s room. Luna’s brood had staged a coup, overthrowing their mother’s authority and then overrunning Celestia quite easily. Nopony wanted to actually hurt the little foals, so it was determined that it was better to hide from them. The little tyrants were running amok, the unicorns in Luna’s brood already quite gifted in powerful magic. The unicorns had united the tribes, employing the pegasi as their guards, and using the earth pony foals as their forward offense.

In other worrisome news, the draconequus spawns had vanished from Canterlot castle. The only evidence of their passing was a flood of chocolate milk left in the dining hall.

Celestia’s own foals were in Celestia’s quarters, along with Windburn and a number of the castle staff. There was a real atmosphere of fear in the castle. Luna’s unicorns were considered armed and highly dangerous. It was an odd situation to find yourself in, at war with your own foals, your empire in jeopardy from yearlings.

The fear turned to terror when Twilight Sparkle told them of Quadrashy.

Between the three alicorns, it didn’t take long to figure out that the alicorns carried the genetic material for all of the pony races, which is why their eggs had hatched with all of the various tribes.

Twilight Sparkle realised that she couldn’t stay long… She felt the overpowering urge to go home and check on her own brood. She wished Celestia and Luna well with their efforts to reclaim the castle from Luna’s brood, and then flew away out balcony window in Celestia’s chambers, fear gripping her heart.

Hug something blue ✓

Twilight squeezed Trixie upon her return to the library, feeling a flood of relief now that she was home, but also fear. Things were clearly going wrong.

“Trixie has named our foals!” Trixie announced.

“I named one!” Spike said, grinning.

“Yeah, Spike named one, but Trixie allowed it!” Trixie crowed.

“I’m Columbia.” The earth pony filly foal announced.

“I’m Riff Raff!” The pegasus colt said cheerfully.

“I’m Rocky.” The unicorn announced. “Spike named me.”

“And this is Magenta. She doesn’t doesn’t say much.” Trixie said, hugging her little lunar pegasus to her barrel. Magenta peered out at Twilight and smiled sheepishly.

“And I named my self Frank N. Furter!” The draconequus shouted squeakily. “And soon, it will be time for me to begin my great work.”

“Great work?” Twilight repeated in alarm.

“Chaos! The greatest work there is!” Frank N. Furter replied.

“No.” Twilight Sparkle said sternly. “Any shenanigans and I will stand you in the corner.”

Frank N. Furter peered at his mother defiantly. “Is that so?” He crossed his tentacle and his tree sloth like leg over his tiny chest.

“Don’t push your luck, I’m having a rough day.” Twilight Sparkle warned.

Magenta meeped in alarm and clung to Trixie.

“Stand him in the corner! He’s a naughty brother. He made Magenta cry!” Columbia said.

“Yeah, Frank N. Furter is a real jerk.” Rocky announced.

“Rocky!” Trixie said.

“Chaos!” Frank N. Furter cackled.

Riff Raff ran to Twilight and threw his forelegs around Twilight’s neck, squeezing. “Frank is a big meanie.” Riff Raff whispered into Twilight’s neck.

Twilight rubbed her head, unsure of what to do.

The library door slammed open suddenly, a little draconequus running in, Discord hot on his heels. “Stop!” Discord shouted, trying to snatch the tiny draconequus.

The two small draconequus spawns stood and stared at one another, and everypony in the room froze, feeling an odd new tension in the air.

“So we meet at last.” Frank N. Furter announced.

“This meeting will be your last! I am YOUR DOOM!” Discord’s little draconequus squeaked, his eyes wide with manic glee. He stuck out two tongues and blew a stereophonic raspberry.

The two of them charged at one another, everypony watching, frozen in shock.

Frank N. Furter ripped the head off the other draconequus and began to devour it, the headless draconequus now running around in circles and clutching at its neck hole, pantomiming panic. Frank N. Furter’s tree sloth like claws made for fearsome weapons.

Discord looked absolutely horrified, his jaw actually hitting the floor. He bent down to pick up it up, and as he did so, Frank N. Furter ripped a leg free from the rival draconequus and began to devour it as well.

Twilight screamed in horror, her foals echoing her cries, and Trixie could only sit and stare in wide eyed terror.

Frank N. Furter devoured the other draconequus, slurped up the tail like a noodle, and then belched loudly. He snapped his tentacle and summoned a tiny cloud that rained chocolate milk.

Spike fainted dead away.

“Ultimate power!” Frank N. Furter screamed. He then took off, running out the door and into Ponyville, leaving behind a horrified family and one stunned elder draconequus.

“I have no idea what just happened!” Discord shouted in alarm, looking towards Twilight Sparkle.

“What the heck just happened?” Twilight demanded, knowing she wasn’t going to get an answer but demanding one anyway.

“We have to stop this!” Discord shouted, running out he door after Frank N. Furter.

Twilight took off in hot pursuit, her emotions a seething roiling mass.

They came out of the library just in time to see Frank N. Furter devouring another rival, cramming a leg into his mouth. Frank N. Furter seemed a little larger now, and he sped off, flying on tiny wings, looking for other rivals.

“Twilight!” Pinkie Pie shouted. “Everything is going crazy! There are little draconequus spawns fighting everywhere! They are eating one another!”

Twilight snatched Frank N. Furter in her magic, hoisting him into air. “You have no idea how much trouble you are in!” Twilight snapped.

“You dare oppose my great work?” Frank N. Furter cried. “Behold, the herald of your destruction!” Frank N. Furter snapped his tentacle and cackled like mad.

Pinkie Pie let out a gasp, and then began to wiggle and dance in place. “Twilight, run, Pinkie Sense says this is a doozer!” Pinkie warned.

Twilight Sparkle watched in terror as Pinkie Pie was suddenly one hundred and fifty feet tall. Or more. She towered over Ponyville, casting a shadow over the town. Pinkie Pie could crush a building with one misplaced hoof at this size. Or squash a pony into a pancake.

“DON’T MOVE PINKIE!” Twilight shouted.

Pinkie moved, pulling one hind leg up, squeezing her legs together, her knee pulled up into her groin.

“PINKIE PIE, WHAT IS WRONG?” Twilight shouted.

“I GOTTA PEE!” Pinkie Pie boomed. “REALLY REALLY GOT TO GO PEE! OH TWILIGHT, I’VE NEVER HAD TO PEE THIS BAD BEFORE!” Pinkie Pie began to cry, squirming, her leg crushing against her groin.

Twilight’s magic died and Frank N. Furter escaped, his mad laughter echoing in her ears.

OH HORSEAPPLES! ✓

Author's Notes:

Quadrashy... **shudder**

Chapter 7

Remember Celestia’s lessons for effective leadership ✓

“PINKIE PIE! DO NOT MAKE ME CORK YOU!”

Twilight Sparkle’s voice rose about the sounds of chaos. Pinkie Pie continued to squirm, ponies continued to scream, and Frank N. Furter was eating another one of his brothers in full view of the panicking ponies.

Twilight studied her surroundings, trying to figure out her options. Pinkie Pie was too big to simply wink away. Too much mass.

A single droplet of urine fell from Pinkie Pie, the droplet large enough to fill a bathtub.

“TWILIGHT, IT IS SLIPPING!” Pinkie Pie said, nearly crying with pain and frustration. She was looking around now, panicked herself, not wanting to hurt anypony or flood the town.

“I’ve lost him!”

Twilight turned, hearing Rainbow Dash’s voice and nearly yelping. Rainbow sounded frantic, a mother looking for her foal. Twilight suspected Rainbow was actually looking for her draconequus.

Any second now, Rainbow Dash would discover the horrible truth. The horrible, awful, soul ripping truth. Twilight Sparkle felt a twinge of pity.

Twilight did the only thing she could think of. She teleported the seething mass of draconequus spawn out of town and then focused on the next task at hoof, Pinkie Pie.

“Trixie is here Sparkle! What do we do!”

Twilight nearly cried from relief upon hearing Trixie’s voice. She had no idea what to do, but it was still comforting. Twilight reached an awful conclusion.

“RUN EVERYPONY! FLEE THE TOWN!” Twilight’s magical voice reached even the far edges of Ponyville. “PINKIE PIE, TRY TO GIVE US A FEW MINUTES!”

Trixie snatched up her foals, shut the library door, and then she hightailed it out of town, Twilight Sparkle hot on her heels. This was a well practiced move for Trixie, something she had mastered.

Pinkie Pie was gnawing on her lip, her eyes crossed, her ears flapping back and forth. Beneath her, ponies were scrambling to flee the town. Another droplet escaped. Pinkie Pie’s Pinkie Sense was trying to tell her that Ponyville would never be the same.

Pegasi were swooping down now, helping ponies evacuate.

Pinkie Pie began to dribble slightly, causing the earth beneath her to flood. And then, Pinkie Pie had no choice but to let go…

Ponies cringed and waited for the end to come. Screams filled the streets. And Ponyville did not flood.

Pinkie Pie felt an uncomfortable damp sensation all around her backside and her nethers, and, looking backwards, she saw she was wearing what had to be the world’s largest diaper. It was stained yellow, and there were some dribbles and leaks, but it had contained the flood. Pinkie Pie pitied whomever was going to have to change it.

“Still got it!” Discord crowed, pumping his talon fist into the air and dancing around like the mad draconequus that he was. “Sorry Pinkie Pie, but humiliating you was the only way I could make my magic work. I just can’t go around saving Ponyville, my magic won't allow that, but I can humiliate a giant pink pony! Want a pacifier to add to your shame?”

Twilight Sparkle was quite surprised when Ponyville wasn’t flooded. She had been waiting a safe distance away, watching ponies pass, hovering above what she had hoped would be the waterline, and the flood never came. Flying back into town, it was easy to see why.

Pinkie Pie was wearing an enormous diaper. She also had a giant pacifier.

Remember to thank Discord later, just before you kill him for causing this ✓

Twilight Sparkle swooped to where she had teleported the seething mass of draconequus spawn, and she saw nothing, nothing at all. She scanned the area, and still found nothing. The riotous mass of draconequus spawn where gone, the survivor probably roaming the world, looking for siblings to devour.

Twilight wondered how to break this to Rainbow Dash.

There was a roar off in the distance, and the crackle of thunder. A large cloud had formed overhead and it started raining yellow mustard. Twilight shielded herself, protecting her plumage from the condiment precipitation.

Zecora felt a pang of sadness, she knew the draconequus would flee at some point. She loved it, but she had been prepared to let it go. Iron Will on the other hoof, was not prepared, and sat weeping, surrounded by his offspring. Two zebras with horns, and two zebra striped minotaurs. He took turns hugging them, letting them know how precious they were, too distraught to properly catchphrase.

“I am grateful for his time with us… I shall miss our draconequus.” Zecora said, scooping up a foal in her foreleg, and hugging it close.

Soarin’ stood watch over his foals, all four of them, the draconequus now gone. Rainbow Dash had gone after their bratty little draconequus, and even though it was a pain, they loved it as much as they loved their other foals.

“He’s gone.” Tutti Frutti sniffled and looked sad. She was a pure white pegasus with her mother’s rainbow mane and tail, named after her mother’s favourite ice cream flavour.

“He was a brat.” Soarin’ Dash said, a colt foal that took after his father, but had his mother’s hair.

“Still our little brother.” Blue Streak added, he was his mother’s shade of blue and had his father’s blue hair.

“I hope he’s okay.” Rainbow Taffy whispered. She was pink, rainbow haired, shy, and the draconequus had treated her the worst.

Soarin’ wrapped his wings around his foals protectively, pulling them all close, safe above Ponyville inside of Rainbow Dash’s cloud home.

Time Turner had suffered a timely revelation.

“Come on Derpy, pack up, we are leaving. Grab our foals, grab Dinky, grab Sparkler, and let’s go! We need to get out of here!” The Doctor turned and looked at the Tardis. Something inside was beeping and booping frantically. “Come on Derpy, I don’t know what is about to happen, but it is BIG! And we need to get to a safe vantage point to watch. I don’t want to miss this! Something miraculous is going to happen!”

Derpy hustled her four new foals into the blue Tardis, gave Dinky a shove, and smiled at Sparkler as she went through the door.

The Doctor trotted through the door, the door closed, and the Tardis vanished without a trace, making an odd noise as it did so.

The clock shop was now empty.

Over the city of Manehatten, it began to rain socks, all of them left socks, the socks coming from somewhere beyond a secret mirror known only to alicorns and a few ponies. Thunder crackled, the clouds were a delightful shade of plaid, and socks fell by the thousands.

Some were dirty, some were clean, but all of them were definitely left socks.

The city itself was a disaster zone, socks or no socks, entire blocks of buildings had been turned into gingerbread. Bridges had been turned into macaroni sculptures. A skyscraper had been turned into jello, and now wobbled alarmingly, rocking from side to side, to and fro.

A writhing mass of draconequus spawn had battled within the city, breaking down the fragile reality within the general area.

The battle was over, but the city was forever changed. Much of the streets had been turned into peanut brittle.

Canterlot Castle rose above the city of Canterlot, it had once been beautiful, now, it was a bright garish dayglow safety orange, with fluorescent green trim and a hideous pastel paisley print over the various roofs.

The upper class of Canterlot could not look upon their pride and joy without feeling violently ill. The city of Canterlot itself had become an indescribable nightmare of modern art deco mixed with psychedelic neoclassical style, accented by deep pile shag carpeting lining the streets. The city was in ruins, the fashion elite had fled the city, swearing to never return.

Shining Armor and Cadance exchanged a glance. Shining Armor was once again a pretty mare, and Cadance was once again a stallion, the parting gift of their fleeing draconequus offspring, before it had entered life or death combat with its siblings, seeking ultimate power.

The Crystal Empire was being hastily evacuated. All of the massive crystal structures had been turned into sodium deposits, and a massive rain storm was heading for the city. Pegasi worked furiously to try and turn back the rainclouds.

The draconequus responsible for this mess had shouted “Boom flavour baby!” before fleeing the city, having eaten all of its rivals.

Chaos covered the globe.

At home, in Ponyville, a family huddled together, waiting for the end to come as everything spiraled out of control all around them.

Spend as much time with family as possible ✓

Twilight Sparkle was grateful to be back inside the library. It was raining mustard outside. The windows and doors were locked, magically locked, and her family was all inside, safe and secure for the moment with her.

Twilight really wanted to see her friends one last time, but it just wasn’t safe outside. Her horn itched terribly, growing worse by the minute.

Hope seemed fleeting.

There was a lurch and the library tilted from side to side, the earth shaking violently. Twilight Sparkle hoped that Pinkie Pie would be alright and not fall over from the earthquake.

Author's Notes:

Take a deep breath!

Remember, nopony dies! They just get really big booboos.

I never promised anything about the draconequus spawns though!

The Apocalypse

Family time ✓

Twilight Sparkle hugged her foals close with the revelation that she barely knew them. They had hatched from their eggs as little yearlings, flush with personality and love. They clung to her, nuzzling her pelt, bonding with their other mother. All of them together were quite a soothing balm to everything that had just taken place.

There was an ominous crackle and a rumble, and a bright flash shone through the windows, illuminating the library. The foals squealed, scared, terrified, clinging to their parents, knowing they would be alright if they just held on to their mothers, the instincts of foals everywhere.

Twilight loved them. She couldn’t tell if the love was magical in nature or not, and she didn’t care. Right now, love was all that was keeping her together. She locked eyes with Trixie for a moment, and felt an odd sensation, a weird tingle in the marrow of her horn, a feeling similar to what she had experienced just before turning into an ash pile and then becoming an alicorn.

A feeling of something coming. Whatever happened, after this, things would never be the same. She hugged little Rocky closer, wishing her brother was here with her. She wished that her foals could meet their grandparents. She wished for a lot of things.

One thing she did not wish for was Discord suddenly appearing in her library. He did so quite suddenly, and there were five Fluttershies with him.

“You gotta help me!” Discord cried. “You are the only one I trust Twilight Sparkle, to look after my Fluttershies. I need to stop this somehow, I think I might be the only one who can!” Discord looked panicked, frantic, and afraid.

Twilight shivered.

“Hi!” Quadrashy said, seeing potential new playmates, giving them a shy smile, hiding behind her long bangs. They moved and spoke as one.

Fluttershy looked sad and confused, and she clung to her four identical foals.

“Discord, do you really think you can fix this?” Twilight asked, her voice low, and wavering slightly.

“I dunno!” Discord shrugged, his eyes wide. “I’ve never seen anything like this before!”

Several very confusing events proceeded to happen all at once. The itch in Twilight’s horn vanished, sunlight shone through the windows, the feeling of dread disappeared, and there was an insistent knocking at the door.

“Somepony want to get that?” Trixie asked in a hesitant voice.

Go and answer the door ✓

Twilight crossed the room, noticing how quiet it had become. She felt cold chills running up and down her spine. She stood before the door and slowly pulled it open…

Before her stood an alicorn. Only, something felt off. Something was different about her. And beside her stood Frank N. Furter. He was full grown. Twilight Sparkle would recognise that tentacle anywhere.

... ✓

“What the noodle?” Discord quipped, saying what everypony was thinking.

“Who are you?” Twilight asked the alicorn. “What are you and what are you doing here?”

Twilight looked around. The mustard was gone. Ponyville looked mostly normal. Pinkie Pie stood nearby, her usual size, still sucking on a pacifier, also normal size. The diaper was gone. This was the very worst sort of confusion, the kind that Twilight could not stand.

“What just happened here?” Twilight Sparkle demanded, placing as much authority into her voice as possible. “I demand to know who and what you are! I want to know what has taken place here! I demand to know why suddenly, everything is normal.”

“I am Concordia,” the strange alicorn announced, “and I am a harmonequus, just like you. Well, you have the potential to be someday. But I am a special harmonequus, just like Frank N. Furter is a special draconequus.”

“What?” Discord asked.

“Hi dad!” Frank N. Furter said sheepishly. “I thought I’d drop by and let you meet the missus!”

“What?” Trixie queried, her jaw hanging open.

“A miracle has taken place,” explained Concordia, “and everything is slowly being restored. I am fixing all of this confusion.”

“Speak plainly!” Twilight demanded.

“Twilight Sparkle, Frank N. Furter and I are going to settle down and create a new reality. What you have witnessed is a convergence. I am Concordia, and I come from a chaos realm, a realm populated with draconequus civilisation, if one could call it that. I was hatched there, and I was forced to survive. All of my sisters died, one by one, hunted down by the draconequus mobs because we brought order and understanding everywhere we went. We calmed the planet, stopped wars, made the oceans stop boiling, we stemmed the tide of chaos and very nearly destroyed their way of life. And the draconequus were right to hunt us down… only the strongest sense of order could survive. And I outlasted my sisters. Just as Frank N. Furter has outlasted his brothers. We are both prime examples of our kind. With each death of my sisters, I became stronger, absorbing their essence and what they had learned during their brief existence. Frank N. Furter did much the same, absorbing the essence and the life experience of every draconequus he encountered. Do you understand?”

“No!” Twilight shouted, flabberghasted.

“I helped to father a new reality?” Discord asked. “We helped to make a new reality Twilight!” Discord poked Twilight in the side.

Concordia nodded.

“Sorry about the mess. It had to happen. Concordia is cleaning up here. I uh, didn’t mean to be such a pain.” Frank N. Furter leaned on Concordia, a lovesick smile on his face.

“You are a harmonequus?” Twilight asked.

“Yes,” replied Concordia, “just as you are, or you will become, time and learning permitting. You were ascended into the equus race, you are capable of mothering all types of equus foals. Females of our race are the harmonequus species, while the males are the draconequus species. We exist to keep balance. Eventually, a state of stasis is achieved, where both sides are in true balance with one another, and the breeding season begins. You have witnessed this miraculous event. The breeding is a trying time, full of heartache and testing, and chaos runs rampant to allow for the process of creation. Eventually, order is restored. A new reality spawns, and the cycle continues. One day, this process will repeat itself in the reality that Frank N. Furter and I will create.”

“I am still so confused.” Twilight closed her eyes, trying to take everything in.

“You are without experience and unable to see everything. One day, I promise, all of this will make sense, should you seek understanding. You have the potential to ascend into something even greater.” Concordia touched Twilight with her wing, lifting her head up so they could look one another in the eye.

“This is starting to make sense.” Twilight opened her eyes and gazed into Concordia’s… she saw universes, new realities, endless realms of potential. Twilight suddenly felt very small and full of wonder.

Frank N. Furter looked down apologetically at his equine siblings, a sad look of regret upon his face. “I know you won’t understand, but I was compelled by forces beyond my control. I had to do what was done. I had to play my part.” Frank N. Furter slumped, looking guilty, and wrapped his tentacle around Concordia’s neck.

“Wait,” Twilight snapped, “was this all coercion? Did we have any choice in this matter at all? Do I actually love Trixie or am I forced into this, forced to play a role in all of this just to bring this about?”

Concordia smiled. “Be at peace Twilight Sparkle. While you can force lust and a mimicry of love, you cannot force actual love. All that can be done is to manipulate the universe to present you with your perfect soul mate and then give you the perfect conditions for that love to blossom.”

“What of the eggs?” Twilight demanded.

“What about them?” Frank N. Furter replied.

“I loved them!” Twilight retorted. “I felt compelled to watch over them.”

“That is a little different.” Concordia answered. “A whole new reality was at stake.”

“So Trixie is my soul mate?” Twilight inquired.

“Is that so difficult to comprehend? We often love those most like us.” Concordia smiled broadly, looking at the two mares now standing together.

“Trixie is very confused. But Trixie does not deny that she loves Twilight Sparkle.”

“Trixie and I are not at all alike…” Twilight trailed off.

Trixie snorted loudly and rolled her eyes.

“Both of you are the different versions of each other, had circumstances been slightly different. Trixie is what you might have been had you not hatched Spike’s egg, and you Twilight, you are what Trixie might have been had her circumstances been different. Both of you are so much alike.”

Twilight and Trixie both turned and stared at Fluttershy, who was looking at them serenely, Quadrashy pressing in all around her. Fluttershy’s words had a painful ring of truth to them.

“This is why I love her.” Discord grinned.

“So everything is being restored?” Twilight Sparkle asked.

“Even as we speak.” Concordia replied.

“And what of every mother’s loss?” Twilight inquired.

“I do believe there are four precious gifts offered by the universe to compensate for that.” Concordia answered. “Everything comes at a price. Sacrifices must be made. There must be suffering. But everything balances out. If four perfect foals are not enough, take consolation in the knowledge that you had a part in the creation of a new reality, a new realm, a realm that will one day have millions, maybe billions of lives, and every soul that had a part in this convergence will have countless numbers of offspring they will never know.”

“We have to be born in a mass.” Frank N. Furter offered. “If there was only one of us, it would take thousands of years to learn what we need to know. But when there are thousands and thousands of us all at once, we all can all learn things, different things, new magics, new skills, new abilities, and then we absorb that knowledge as we absorb one another. It is a way of rapidly learning a lifetime of knowledge in a very short period of time.”

“That almost makes sense.” Twilight muttered, looking at her draconequus son sourly.

“We gotta go. I have strong biological and cosmological urges that I can barely contain.” Frank N. Furter announced.

Concordia giggled. “We have foals to make, a new reality to construct, lives to live, there is so little to do and so much time.”

“Look what we did Twilight.” Discord said. “Our son is all grown up and is settling down with a fine mare.”

Resent Discord for the subtle implications that somehow we had coitus ✓

“Will we ever see you again?” Trixie asked, her voice full of emotion.

“Maybe. I suppose we could stop by with the grandfoals.” Frank N. Furter replied. Concordia nodded as he spoke.

“This is quite a revelation. So every now and then, a new reality has to spawn, and this is how it happens.” Twilight said, thinking aloud.

Frank N. Furter kissed his mother, still looking apologetic. “Something has to continue all of this confusion.” He stroked Twilight’s ear with his tentacle as he spoke.

“This confusion is all an illusion. It really is a perfect sense of order.” Concordia offered. “Chaos is the only constant. It is the only real order there is. Understanding that is to know harmony.”

“I should ground you and forbid you from leaving the library for what you’ve done.” Twilight said, scowling, staring up at the draconequus that had just kissed her and touched her with one sucker covered tentacle.

Frank N. Furter kissed each one of his siblings on their heads, pausing to give Magenta a tight squeeze. Magenta resisted for a moment, and then squeezed back.

And then, Frank N. Furter and Concordia were gone.

Just gone. Vanished without a trace.

Begin to gather thoughts to explain all of this to Celestia ✓

“What just happened?” Pinkie Pie asked.

“I am still not totally sure.” Twilight answered honestly.

As her mind swirled with the recent events, Twilight had one terrible thought: What if Discord, Celestia, and Luna are related?

Twilight thought about the eggs…

Eew!

Begin great work to determine the nature of the relationship between Discord, Celestia, and Luna ✓

“Come on soul mate. I need private time alone with you and my family. Everypony else, scram. I need time to make sense of things.” Twilight said as she herded her family back indoors.

Author's Notes:

Huzzah!

Epilogue

Take comfort in the simple pleasures of life ✓

Twilight Sparkle stared at the eight foals sitting in the bathtub. Rainbow Dash’s foals were currently in her care, for the evening, giving Rainbow Dash and Soarin’ some much needed time with one another. Foal sitting was becoming a common occurrence in life.

It would be their first birthday soon, making them at least two years old, which was odd, but made sense when you thought about it. Although, not much of that trying time made sense. It was still very, very confusing.

Eight giggling trouble making foals. Twilight knew her foals were perfect, but Rainbow Dash’s foals were a hoof full of trouble.

Currently all covered in bubbles and splashing in the giant claw footed bathtub.

Trixie sat nearby, looking exhausted, but still smiling. Motherhood agreed with Trixie, foals loved her, and Trixie loved being loved. Trixie loved being the center of her foals’ world. And every other foal. Trixie was a great mother and a foalsitter as well.

Trixie even loved Quadrashy, a difficult task to do.

There was a squeak from the door as it opened, and Spike came into the bathroom.

“Twilight, we have a problem,” Spike said in a low voice, full of concern. “And visitors. Downstairs. Who need to see you right away.”

Twilight Sparkle studied her visitors carefully, full of fear and uncertainty.

“Mother and father won’t stop fighting,” said a bright orange alicorn filly.

“Father is really angry!” added a dark purple alicorn filly.

“Mother was being unreasonable…” muttered a juvenile draconequus.

Daystar, the bright orange alicorn filly, seemed awfully familiar. Indigo Skies, the dark purple alicorn filly, also seemed rather familiar. Discombobulated, the juvenile draconequus, had one tentacle that filled Twilight Sparkle with total dread.

“Mother threw father out of our home,” said Daystar. “She said she couldn’t take the chaos anymore.”

“No, father said he was leaving to find his own place to live,” corrected Indigo Skies. “He grew tired of mother’s constant need to control everything.”

“Father went and created his own pocket plane and calls it Hell,” Discombobulated added. “I’ve been there, it is nice.”

“No, Hell is a horrible place. It smells awful!” protested Daystar.

“Mother is missing!” Indigo Skies cried.

“Daystar, your constant bickering drove mother away,” muttered Discombobulated.

“I never fight with anypony!” protested Daystar.

“Yes you do,” argued Indigo Skies.

“No I do not! And how dare you say otherwise!” shouted Daystar.

“ENOUGH!” Twilight Sparkle commanded. “I AM YOUR GRANDMOTHER AND YOU WILL LISTEN TO ME!”

Twilight Sparkle’s grandfoals cowered before her, Discombobulated’s tentacle writhing into a knot, hiding himself behind his sisters.

“What happened?” Twilight asked. “Calmly. No fighting, Indigo Skies, you may speak.”

Indigo Skies stuck her tongue out at Daystar and turned back to Twilight Sparkle. “Father left our home, created his own home where mother couldn’t go, mother is now gone and nopony can find her, and all of our little ponies have separated into tribes and will not stop fighting. Discombobulated keeps trying to get them to see reason, but it seems that everything he does just makes the problems worse, the fighting is getting really bad.”

“I just don’t know what goes wrong,” Discombobulated said sadly. “I tried to get the pegasi to recognise the magical prowess of the unicorns and now they’ve gone to war, and the poor earth ponies are caught in the middle.”

“Discombobulated brought us here with his magic because father told him you might help us. Discombobulated can do magic that we cannot. And he’s a brat!” shouted Daystar.

“Am not!” Discombobulated retorted. “The spoiled little sun princess in the royal pain!”

“I am not a pain!” Daystar shrieked. “Indigo is the pain!”

“You take that back you pain in the plot, Indigo is the best sister you could ask for!” growled Discombobulated. “You are a rotten little dessert thief! Cake stealer!”

“STOP!” Twilight Sparkle shouted. “Stop fighting or I WILL STAND YOU IN THE CORNER!”

“They started it,” Daystar whined. “They’re horrible siblings! Both of them are monsters. Always getting me in trouble and I never actually do anything wrong!”

“THAT’S IT!” Twilight Sparkle teleported Daystar into the corner and held her in place with magic, the corner of Twilight’s eye twitching alarmingly.

Twilight felt Trixie brush up against her and heaved a sigh of relief. Trixie made everything better, made life bearable.

“Foals are upstairs, being read to by Spike,” said Trixie. “Trixie has heard much of what has been said down here.”

Twilight struggled to come to terms with standing an alicorn in the corner. Her brain recoiled. And a little sun princess no less.

“Discombobulated is a good brother,” Indigo said, glaring at her sister’s backside in the corner. “He means well, but things always seem to go wrong for him. I feel so bad for him sometimes. And Daystar teases him all the time and leaves him feeling insecure and afraid. She’s mean!”

Daystar mumbled in the corner, but found that she could not speak.

“Discombobulated can’t help that he’s accidentally caused a war among our little ponies and made all the dragons into arrogant bullies,” Indigo continued. “Discombobulated is sweet and kind, and I cannot figure out why everything keeps going wrong. And now, mother is gone and father has left, and our entire world is falling apart, and I don’t know how to fix it,” Indigo sobbed, now breaking into tears.

Discombobulated wrapped a tentacle and a dragon foreleg around his sister and hugged her, pulling her close, placing her head against his chest.

“Daystar makes me so angry sometimes that my magic goes funny and bad things happen,” Discombobulated said.

“It is late,” said Twilight. “I am going to put all of you to bed, and then we will figure out what to do tomorrow. As a family.”

“Can I have a snack before bed?” asked Discombobulated.

“Yes, you and Indigo can have a snack.” answered Twilight. “But foals in the corner get to go to bed without a snack. Tomorrow, I will get your grandfather Discord and we will try to sort this all out. Maybe we can find a way to fix things and bring your parents back together again.”

Where are Discord, Celestia, and Luna’s parents? Twilight thought to herself. How come they didn’t seem to have any memory of being siblings? Were they actually siblings? What happened? So many things don’t make sense!

“Trixie is thinking what you are thinking Sparkle,” Trixie whispered.

Ahead of them was a mystery…

Author's Notes:

Hey, this seems kinda familiar...