Wow, this is a groundbreaking chapter. It will be the first one that I've ever written in more than one sitting. (I'm going to bed very soon but I wanna start the chapter anyways.) EDIT: took three sittings to finish, usally takes one.

Never expected the story to get this long or this popular. Thank you everypony who reads this garbage, especially those of you who pretend to like it. :3 If you read the author notes every time, you get extra points.

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Applebloom huddled against the side of her cage. The floor of the black stone pit had sunk down to where the strange stone grates surrounded her. She could see a mass of shadowy figures moving around in the darkness. They pressed against the grates, moaning, drooling, teeth gnashing. They all seemed horribly distorted. A few came into the range of her meager light and she could see ponies. Not everything was as it seemed though.

When viewed in the light, the pony figures would seem to explode, only to be replaced by some new monstrosity. After a matter of second all of the figures had changed. Spines, tentacles, tails, wings and claws all smashed against the smooth stone seeking to gain a grip. One particularly large creature had nine tentacles, bat wings and a huge alligator mouth. He was big enough to completely encircle the stone cylinder with his mouth. Three spiny tongues lashed against the sides dropping a strange smelling yellow fluid that smoked and burned as it came into contact with the rock. The rock was undamaged, but with the burning saliva falling ever faster it was only a matter of time before Applebloom was covered in it. She knew she probably wouldn't last much longer after that.

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Rarity burst into the library with Scootaloo still on her back. As they entered, Rarity fell onto the floor breathing heavily. She wiggled a little bit to make Scootaloo get off. She rolled off Rarity's back, still too worn out to stand up.

Celestia looked at them and raised an eyebrow. "Where are the others?" Her voiced flowed over them like a cooling breeze and they felt a measure of strength returned to them. Luna merely glanced at them before turning her attentions back to Spike. There weren't any noticeable changes, but Rarity knew they were getting him ready to be used as bait.

"Tell them Scootaloo," Rarity said, nudging the orange filly, "tell them just what you told me."

She quickly related the story to the princesses, trying to include as many details as she could remember. When she got to the part about the flash of light, Rarity glanced at her flank and gave a small squeal.

Everypony jumped; they had been listening intently to Scootaloo's story, trying to find any usable clues. Rarity pointed a hoof at Scootaloo's flank. "What? What is it?" She turned around and around rapidly trying to see what everypony was looking at.

Spike sighed and grabbed her head. "Stay with me on this one," he said, slowly turning her head. She saw her flank and nearly deafened everypony with her squeals.

"OMIGOSHIT'SMYCUTIEMARK!" A small blue helmet was there, a skateboard crossed with a scooter made the background. Scootaloo began jumping around excitedly, nearly knocking Celestia and Luna into the records they had brought for the investigation. Spike grabbed her once again, but found himself pulled along as she bounced.

"Argh!" he complained as she nearly threw him off again, "it's like trying to catch Pinkie Pie! Somepony hee-" his yelling turned into screams as Scootaloo suddenly stopped. Spike's momentum carried him across the room and through a window. A few seconds later he slammed the door open, glass still stuck in his scales, he stomped over to the window and opened what was left of it.

Scootaloo still hadn't seemed to notice that he'd been on her in the first place. She stood, an expression of horror dawning on her face. Celestia tried to ask her what was wrong and she burst out crying. Everypony did their best to stop her, but soon gave up when their attempts only made it worse. Luna sighed and her horn glowed. A small box appeared around Scootaloo and it began to shrink rapidly, constricting the pegasus. It vanished with a pop and Scootaloo stood there twitching.

"Now please little one," Luna said calmly, "tell us what's wrong."

Scootaloo rushed through her story. How Pinkie had met them and showed them the hideout and how she suddenly wasn't pinkie anymore. Then, when Scootaloo got out, another Pinkie had been at the door.

"What could that mean?" Rarity asked, "two Pinkies? And one of them a monster? But wasn't Pinkie here with you?"

"I don't know what it could mean. Celestia said, but Pinkie Pie left here not long after you did. She rushed out to begin work on the plan, or at least, that's what she had said."

"Maybe I should go see," Spike said. He quickly held up a scroll he'd been scribbling on. "If it really was her, I'll send this to you and you'll know. Scootaloo can show you where to find us so I should be all right. Right Scootaloo?"

"Yeah, I think I can remember. It's the clearing."

"What clearing?" Rarity asked, looking confused.

"THE clearing," Spike said, a look of understanding crossed his face, "you now, the one with… the… you know."

Rarity's eyes shot open. She turned to Scootaloo. "You mean to tell me that the three of you went looking for a monster by yourselves and you went there?"

"Well where else would we find a monster?" Scootaloo asked defensively.

Spike left while they still argued about the crusaders taking too many risks and never listening to anypony. Spike sighed as the door closed behind him, cutting off much of the yelling. If it really was pinkie, he'd have to move quickly to keep her from covering her tracks.

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Pinkamena looked through the window of Pinkie's regular bedroom. She saw Spike leaving the library with a strange scroll. She focused and could hear his thoughts, or, at least, his intentions. She shrunk down, hiding away her darkness and quickly ran downstairs. As she ran, she updated Pinkie on what had happened.

"Don't worry," Pinkie said, "I'm nearly done down here.

"Using the full extent of her speed and strength, Pinkamena began putting together the machine that Pinkie and the princesses had agreed on. She had one last detail to see to before it was finished when Spike knocked on the door. Pinkamena opened it, trying to act natural. Or at least, as natural as one could act while being Pinkie Pie.

"Hiya Spike," she said, the cheer in her voice all too genuine. She'd had so much fun the last few days. "You ready to get that mean old meanie-mean meanie-pants who's been hurting our friends?"

"Yeah," he said, pulling a cylinder of paper away from his mouth and sticking it behind his back. "I was, uh, just coming too… too, see if you needed any help." He looked around the pink mare and saw the nearly finished machine sitting in the middle of the floor. He let out an appreciative whistle. He'd never seen so intricate a trap. Added in with the fact that it'd been built by an extremely hyper pony in just a few short hours, Spike was thoroughly impressed. Even more so when he realized there were no tolls anywhere in the room.

"Nope, I'm almost done. Just go tell Celestia and Luna that it's almost time."

Pinkamena gave a twitch as a small vibration went off in her head. She'd gotten a Pmail. She thought about it for a second and could hear her counterpart's voice. "Hey Pinkamena, it's me. I just finished Spike's present. Make sure everything is in place to use it."

She quickly drafted a reply and sent it. "No time, the trap is about to be set. Get ready."

"What was all that about?" Spike asked, looking into the pony's eyes trying to find something wrong. "You were shaking and your hooves were flying around in the air. You were making little sounds that were almost like words but seemed to change more the longer you heard them."

"Oh," Pinkamena said, quickly thinking up a plausible excuse, "It's just a Pinkie sense. It means something really good is about to happen… well, here it does."

"Oh good," Spike wiped a claw across his face. They were walking down Mane Street. Pinkamena had somehow gotten the contraption finished, folded up and placed on her back while Spike wasn't looking; that is to say, when he blinked once or twice. He ignored this and continued, "I was afraid something might go wrong and I'd be eaten by that horrible thing. I want to avenge Twilight and everypony else but I really don't want to be eaten."

"Don't worry," Pinkamena said, a grin stretching across her face, "I'm sure this will go off without a hitch."

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Sweetie Belle climbed back up the cliff. She had to dig her horn in to carve out footholds, but she was soon back at the top. She was still shaken by what pinkie had said. The sureness of pinkie's other voice had started her thinking earnestly that there was no way for them to beat her, that Pinkie would be completely unstoppable.

Sweetie began the long walk back towards town, she was nervous about following the paths, but if Pinkie had wanted her dead, she would have gotten her at the cliff. So she walked. After a little while, Sweetie came across the scooter that the crusaders had left when they first neared the clearing with Pinkie's lair. She thought about it for a moment.

"Well," she said to herself, "it wouldn't be good to leave it here. And it would help me get back faster." She shrugged and climbed onto the scooter. She began to push off, "how hard can it be? Scootaloo does it all the time." She hadn't gone more than a few hooves before she somehow managed to completely flip the scooter over.

She climbed out from under it, whining a little about how she scraped her knees and how stupid the scooter was. Sweetie gave the scooter one last look and left it where it was, limping slightly from the pain in her knees.

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Pinkie looked up from her sewing machine. She was done, the stitching was exact and could only be seen if you looked very closely, closer than anyone should be looking at any self-respecting mare.

"Oh Fluttershy," she giggled, holding up her masterpiece, "even now you're so soft and cute!" Fluttershy's lifeless head flopped around as she held up the skin. "Now let's go see if everypony else thinks so."

Pinkie wrapped herself in the soft yellow skin, arranging the fluffy pink mane around her face just like Fluttershy always had it. A slight smell lingered from letting it sit for a few hours, but Pinkie just had to rub a few rabbits on herself before it went away. "Note to self," she said, "use stronger bunnies next time." She wiped the crimson liquid off her new outfit and threw the deflated looking rabbits on the floor, their blood pooling around them where Pinkie had rubbed too hard.

She went back to her bedroom and jumped into the tunnel, remembering to close it behind her this time. As she walked along, she decided to check up on Pinkamena before she got there. 'Oooh,' she thought as she went to talk to her dark-side, 'she returned my Pmail.' She listened to what Pinkamena had to say before turning around angrily.

"This is the worst part about having a double," she complained, "things never happen when they're supposed to. Now we have to get to work before I can test out my new costume." She sullenly started back for her real bedroom, the one Applejack and Fluttershy had been so confused by.

Pinkie walked back through the Sugarcube Corner. She paused for a moment to put her outfit away and check on Applebloom. "Hellooo" she called, looking through a window. It opened upon a vast underground chamber filled with misshapen creatures. Giant beasts cobbled together out of the parts of Pinkie's many victims. Everything turned around at almost the same time. The wild howls and shrieks rose in a terrible cacophony. They saw who it was that had drawn their attention and instantly silenced themselves, fearing rebuke. Only one had not noticed their mistress.

She climbed through the window and walked over to the center of the chamber. A huge alligator with bat wings and tentacles sat trying to bite something immensely large. "Gummi," she yelled swatting his nearest tentacle, "bad, bad Gummi! Nopony told you to do that!" He suddenly released his grip and let out a little whine. His eyes were slightly watered from the rebuke.

"Don't you touch that again or you're grounded mister!" He gave his giant head a little nod. Pinkie sighed, "change back." All of the chimeras began shifting until they once again looked like a huge mass of ponies. "Now, you know dinner is never until I open the cage. Don't let me catch you trying to sneak bites again or else I'll hafta take your dinner away."

Applebloom looked up weakly, she was in pain from her many injuries and she could see small nubs of bone almost poking through her skin from the broken ribs. "Pinkie," she said, more of a breath than an actual word. "Help… me."

"What do you mean silly-filly?" Pinkie asked hopping back over to the cage. "You look just fine to me." She reached through and tickled one of the distorted lumps on the small pony's chest. As she tickled, the skin broke and the bone punched through into the air; a sickening popping noise split the still air.

Applebloom's eyes began to glint in the near darkness. A small rush of breath came from her mouth. It came again and again, slowly increasing in speed and volume until her hysterical laughter echoed from every surface. As quickly as the mad laughter began, it grew and changed once more until Applebloom was screaming.

Pinkie screwed up her eyes as the sound pierced her ears. There was no way that those sounds should be able to come out of such a small filly, even the sonic rainboom had been quiet in comparison. "Stop," Pinkie yelled, smacking her hoof into the cage. The screaming only began turning back into laughter, the pitch only increased as it grew louder. "I SAID STOP!" Pinkie reached a hoof in and slammed it down on another of the bone nubs.

There was a loud snapping noise and a long white object pushed out of Applebloom's side. Her eyes widened and she somehow began laughing even harder and faster. Enraged, Pinkie began hitting every nub, soon there were several white spears protruding from the young pony's sides and blood poled around her; still she laughed.

Pinkie screamed, the laughter echoed off the insides of her head and rebounded time and time again until she threatened to burst. Her eyes bulged out and she could feel blood vessels bursting. The volume continued to increase, the cave now shaking with the force of Applebloom's descent into madness. Pinkie whirled and struck the stone cage with a roundhouse kick. The obsidian bars shattered and Pinkie leapt inside. She slammed a hoof into Applebloom's head. Her eyes took on a glazed look and the laughter stopped.

Applebloom's head slumped to the side; a light laughter still came from her slightly parted lips. Pinkie slung her over her shoulder and stomped out of the cave. "Samuel am I glad that's over. Who knew you had it in ya?" She gave the unconscious yet laughing filly a small shake. "Let's see what else you can do."

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Luna, Celestia, Spike and Pinkamena arrived in the clearing where they all knew the killer to be hiding. "Pinkie," Spike said, "maybe you should do something so we can tell you're you, because Scootaloo said when they were here they were attacked by two ponies who looked just like you."

"A wise suggestion," Luna said. Her horn glowed briefly and a crescent moon appeared on Pinkie's chest. She stared at it in amazement. "Oh, it's nothing," Luna said, misreading the pink pony's shock, "just a little thing I made up when I first became nightmare Moon. It's merely an easy way to tell followers apart from other ponies so that they could find each other without my help."

Pinkamena stared at the mark on her chest. Gratitude ran through her, mixing with pride and anger at seeing the mark. She was more than just happy and being granted this mark. It was the ultimate sign of Nightmare Moon's trust and respect for a follower. This marked her most faithful, her highest in command; though Luna wouldn't expect anyone to know that, those granted it had been killed long ago and that left only Luna to know of its full meaning… and Pinkie Pie of course.

Pinkamena was angered at seeing the mark too. She was furious at Luna for acting as if such an honor was a trivial convenience just because she no longer wielded power. Even more, she was angry at Luna for daring to use the mark in the first place; she may once have been the goddess Nightmare Moon, but she was no longer.

"What's wrong Pinkie?" Spike asked. He saw that she was growing very angry while looking at the mark. "It's not like she's saying you worshipped Nightmare Moon, it's just so we can tell you apart in case another Pinkie shows up."

"R-right," she said, quickly rearranging her features; she didn't want anypony to find out how deeply that had affected her.

Luna and Celestia watched the exchange with mixed feelings. Luna had, of course, told Celestia all he could of her time as Nightmare Moon and thus Celestia knew of the marks. That this pony seemed so affected by the mark seemed to mean something; as did her seemingly endless supply of energy and her ability to ignore the laws of physics whenever she seemed to want to.

A quick conversation whizzed between the two princesses minds and they nodded at each other. This warranted watching. In the meantime, they loosened a few barriers in their minds just in case he coming fight deviated from the plan at all.

Pinkamena quickly set the giant trap she had constructed. She tried to talk to Pinkie while she did it, but Pinkie seemed to be occupied with laying an ambush around the clearing so she turned to her work. After a few moments, the trap was complete.

Spike climbed up into the spot he had been told to sit in and a glowing piece of rope tied itself around his limbs. An apple shot into his mouth and a fork and knife materialized next to him. The trap shimmered briefly then vanished leaving the impression of a simple stand with a note asking for peace in exchange for the gift of Spike. Celestia, Luna and Pinkamena hid themselves in a large bunch of bushes and tried to minimize their ethereal impressions so that nothing could find them.

Pinkamena knew she was supposed to act as though she was clueless about ethereal impressions so she pretended to listen to Celestia's lecture on what the spell she and Luna were preforming would do. "Basically," Celestia said after a few minutes, "it makes sure that our essence can't be found. That's what's used to find anything with spells o smelling or anything really. It will be as if we are no longer here."

They stayed in place for a little while before Pinkie contacted Pinkamena. "I'm ready," she said through their mental link, "get set to get out of there."

"Will do."

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Intermission

This is our, jingle for Goldfish, crunchy little Goldfish,

The only snack that smiles back until you bite their heads off.

Did you know they're made of real cheese,

Even though they look like fishies?

The snack that smiles back, Goldfish!

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A strange laughter echoed through the clearing. It began soft and quiet, a small giggling of a school filly who was enjoying herself on a day off. It quickly rose and fell; an eerily harmonic sensation that sent shivers up the spine. It paused for a moment. Silence fell. Everypony looked around, trying to find what had made the sounds, each casting suspicions on their suspects.

A round of crazed laughter shot through the trees surrounding them. It wasn't very different from screaming. The only way they could tell it was laughter and not screaming was the crazed joy that lay beneath it.

A small yellow figure drug itself through the undergrowth. Spike spit out the apple in his mouth. "Applebloom!" he yelled, "what happened to you?"

She pulled herself along. Her eyes flashed in the afternoon sun and they whirled madly in their sockets. She continued her laughter, bubbles forming along her mouth, slightly pink from the trickling blood. A red trail oozed from behind her, a grotesque impersonation of a snail. Several long, white blood streaked ribs stuck out from her back. They waved in the air with each movement; Spike thought of the flags ponies sometimes waved during parades.

She saw Spike and let out a scream. Her face filled with fury and she jumped to her hind legs, bat wings burst into existence around her.

The three ponies in the bushes stared at the new development. "What in Celestia," Luna began. Celestia hoofed her without looking away from the small pony. Her legs had just begun shooting upwards making her insanely tall.

Pinkamena was surprised. 'Pinkie didn't tell me about this,' she thought, 'she knows I love to watch her experiment.'

Applebloom jumped forward. Her body was rapidly growing to fit with her legs, her head elongating to resemble an alligator's. She landed on Spike and began tearing at hid bindings with large, wicked looking barbed claws at the ends of her wings. She placed her growing jaws around his head and bit down lightly She could feel the pulsing warmness of his sun-heated blood pulsing beneath her, tantalizing her, begging her to drink. She had her orders though.

Applebloom whirled around and threw Spike. He screamed as he flew through the air. Luna's horn began glowing as she prepared to save the purple dragon. Celestia placed a gilt hoof on her shoulder and shook her head. They couldn't afford to reveal themselves yet.

"Why didn't it work," she hissed at Pinkamena.

"Because," she said glaring at the white alicorn, "that was supposed to be he safe spot from a different sized monster. It was supposed to be trapped before it got there."

Applebloom let out a strange roar; the snarl was punctuated by vibrations of her continued giggles. She turned towards the bushes where the ponies were hiding. "Quick, into the actual trap," Pinkamena said, "it was designed to be unbreakable. If we hide in there, it won't be able to get at us."

Celestia and Luna nodded, this was probably a trap. But, even if it was, they could still use their magic to escape if need be. Applebloom jumped in their path as they ran for the now revealed contraption; pistons jumped and fans whirled as it bounced and wiggled in place. Pinkamena threw a rock at her, causing her to turn her head towards the new distraction form her pain.

"Run," Pinkamena said, "I'll distract her, just go and use the plan!"

Luna and Celestia nodded and jumped into the trap. It closed around them, a huge mesh ball made entirely out of streamers. It was only one layer thick and it had an incredible amount of give for paper, but no matter what they couldn't seem to break it open. Celestia's horn glowed and she teleported outside of the trap before quickly materializing back inside. "We can still leave," she informed her sister.

Applebloom froze, she had been chasing Pinkamena, but she now stopped and sat down, shrinking back to her normal size. A small pink figure walked out of the woods as Pinkamena sat down by Applebloom, watching the two princesses.

"Hiiii everypony!" Pinkie said cheerily as she joined Pinkamena and Applebloom, "how's it goin?"

"The trap worked perfectly," Pinkamena said. She grinned as her face began to run, features dripping and distorting until a huge shadowy figure sat just behind the pink pony.

"What is the meaning of this?" Celestia yelled. Both Pinkies had a crescent moon on their chest. The Pinkie who had come out of the trees had a silver one and the large shadowy version that had transformed had a glowing black one.

"Sister," Luna gasped, "look!"

Celestia knew she meant with her inner eye granted by her magical abilities. She closed her eyes and saw a series of invisible bridges connecting the two marked ponies. "No, it's impossible. I killed them all."

"I swear sister," Luna said as Celestia glared at her, accusations flying from her without the mundane need for speech, "I knew nothing about this. She must have done it while trapped on the moon. All I remember from then is the loneliness and darkness that filled me."

"She sure did," Pinkie said, bouncing over to the cave. Applebloom had crawled back of the way she'd come, pausing every few hooves to lap at her trail of blood. Pinkamena stood impassive, a massive ebon block against the rapidly growing plants of the forest. "It was sixteen years ago tomorrow that she blessed us."

"I thought the other one acted strangely at the mark," Luna said.

"What mark?" Pinkie asked. She realized there was a strange glow coming from her chest and she looked down. Her face paled and she looked up to see a nearly identical mark on Pinkamena. "She blessed us?"

"Yes," Luna and Celestia flinched as the deep voice resounded through the clearing, "Though she didn't mean it as that. It was because Scootaloo told what she knew about us. They expected look-alikes to come, so she marked me to keep them separate."

"How are you separate?" Celestia asked, looking momentarily scared. "Or is it that you are two ponies?"

"I was wondering that myself," Luna said, "though they cannot be multiple ponies as my spell would only have affected one. Somehow they split their essences."

"It's a long story," Pinkie said. She placed a hoof on the streamer-mesh ball that the alicorns were in, "and it's time for you to go bye-bye so it will have to wait."

Luna and Celestia smiled at this. "Is that so?" they said as one. Their horns glowed and they fazed out of existence. Pinkie waited for a minute, tapping her hoof against the ground. They reappeared in the ball, their smug looks evaporating quickly. They tried again and again, pouring more and more power into each attempt. When their fifth attempt resulted in an explosion without them even disappearing they quit.

"How?" Celestia asked.

"I don't know," Luna was panting from the extensive use of magic. "At most, they should just be as powerful as two of my old 'gifted' ponies. But that still shouldn't even be enough to slow you down, let alone completely stop the both of us easily."

"Simple," Pinkamena said. "We were gifted by the Oathkeeper, so a fragment of his power resided within us, ever growing to match that of his actual power; power that was second only to yours and Nightmare Moon's. His power came from Nightmare Moon, so a small piece of that was within us as well, still growing to match its original's power. That's why the old 'gifted ones' grew as powerful as they did. Their strength was growing to match their creator's, Nightmare Moon. Then we had fifteen years for the power to grow, the others only had a few months at the most before they were hunted down. Our powers have matched that of the goddess's; Nightmare Moon's full strength."

"Yeah," Pinkie giggled, "then when we got the elements of harmony and I struck down the weakened false idol that was Nightmare Moon, her power flowed into us, latching on to the only remnants of itself that lived nearby. The same thing happened when you found and killed the Oathkeeper twelve years ago. Then, when we split, the power somehow doubled itself."

The princesses could only stare in awe at the claims of such power. Nightmare Moon had only been defeated by Princess Celestia's full power combined with that of the elements of harmony, and that had even been close to failing. If what Pinkie said was true, then her and her double would have the equivalent of nearly five times this strength when it was at its fullest.

"T-that's impossible," Celestia said, "there's no way for any one being to be that strong."

"Well," Pinkie said, "teeechnically we're two ponies now."

"No sister," Luna said, "based on what I can remember from that evil power, they're absolutely right."

"I'm always right," Pinkie said, bouncing happily. "I have- oh that's right, I forgot to count him."

"You mean-" Luna began, looking horrified.

"You didn't," Celestia stared at her sister in amazement.

"Yup," pinkie giggled, "she gave me the oracle. But for some reason only I can listen to him, not Pinkamena."

Pinkamena drew away from the growing shadows of the trees. "The hour grows late. We must hurry or we will not have the required time."

Pinkie sighed, actually looking sad. "You're right; back to business." She turned to the trapped rulers. "We won't be able to play right now, but we still have to get you home, so I'm going to have to collapse the trap." She pulled on one of the strands of the odd streamers and the ball began shrinking rapidly, compressing the two immense equines.

"Stop," called Celestia, "you don't know what you're doing!"

A flash shot through the dwindling gaps as the ball morphed into the shapes of the princesses. The ball was now beginning to crack their bones as it continued shrinking to a more manageable size. A second, brighter flash filled the air and the trap burst open.

Celestia flew into the air, "FREEDOM! FREEDOM ONCE MORE!" She began twitching. Her teeth chattered together rapidly as though she was cold. Her pupils had shrunk to small dots and her eyes were instantly bloodshot. "I'm coming everypony! Get ready!" She let out a trailing cackle that slowly dwindled down as she paused for breath.

A similar yet darker form flew up next to her. "We're both free sister. Free to experience joy once again." She ran a long tongue over her lips. "Such sweet tasty joy!"

"Oh Samuel," Pinkie said. Pinkamena was hurrying towards her. Her wings were quickly forming, though not fast enough to draw attention form the strange alicorns, "what have I done."

A huge smile covered Celestia's face, teeth seeming to grow with the crazed grin. Her mane blew around her quickly. It pooled and reached out for Luna, grasping her around the waist. Luna's mane mirrored these movements almost exactly and they flew off towards the town.

Pinkie turned to the Oracle. Her face paled as she received her answer. "Is it what I think it is?" Pinkamena asked, withdrawing the invisibility illusion from around her and Pinkie.

"Yup," she said, rubbing her flanks. They still grew stiff at times from the last time this had happened. "They're back."

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I did it! (\^3^/) I brought in Molestia and Lunaughty. They gonna be so much fun /)^3^(\

Omigosh what could happen next? I'm hoping to have another chapter up tonight, though I may not be able to until the morning.

Also, I noticed something. Eleven of you readers have favorited this, but only four have given it a thumbs up.... math may be my strong point but I'm fairly sure that I'm not the only one who sees the problem here.

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