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Rarity and Scootaloo sat in the library. Celestia had ordered them to stay put until they finished with the trap. "It wouldn't help things if you were there," she had said, "it would just add to the risk." Scootaloo had tried to argue, but Rarity silenced her with a hoof. She shook her head. "She's right you know, we aren't strong enough to hurt this thing, only to trip up the princesses as they work."

Now they sat, unaware of anything that was happening. The minutes ticked by painfully slow. "What's taking them so long," Scootaloo began to shake a little, "something went wrong I just know it." Dark thoughts raced through her mind, images of Spike lying twisted on the ground, Celestia impaled on a tree, Luna's head gathering dirt as it was kicked around. Pinkie confronted by her one obstacle: pain and sorrow.

Rarity looked over at the clock, it had only been ten minutes since Pinkie had left with the contraption. "They probably aren't even there yet." Rarity felt something press against her flank. She looked down and saw Scootaloo pressing into her; wetness spread around the filly's face. "It's okay, just be patient. If this thing couldn't even keep you from getting away then I'm sure the princesses together can beat it easily."

Scootaloo didn't say anything, but her hold on Rarity got a little looser. Rarity had an idea. "Twilight was telling me a little while ago about viewing spells, so I could keep track of my orders; remember, they kept getting in all muddy and-" she shivered, "-dirty." Scootaloo looked up and nodded, it turned out that the orders were delivered by a confused gray pegasus with a habit of crashing into things. "Well, we can use it to see where Sweetie Belle and Applebloom are. Maybe we can even see what's happening in the clearing."

Rarity concentrated. Layer upon layer of magic formed in her horn moving into a complex pattern of power. She focused on the last, most complicated piece and released the building pressure in her head. A glowing ball appeared in the air and began to bubble. Soon it was almost as big as Scootaloo and an image began to develop. As the colors slowly came in, it showed Sweetie Belle.

Her hooves were dragging as she walked and her head was lowered. She looked ready to fall over and there was dirt covering her body. Twin trails of dirt free fur came from her eyes, a slight moisture still glistened there. She gave a heavy sigh and looked up. Rarity let out a small burst of energy and the picture moved with Sweetie's eyes. She was just outside Ponyville. She managed a small cheer but then resumed her slow pace towards home.

"Sweetie Belle," Scootaloo yelled the name and jumped up as it showed she was near town, "let's go get her, she must be exhausted." Before Rarity could say anything, Scootaloo ran out the door. Shaking her head, Rarity followed.

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Sweetie Belle trudged along the road, she looked up. 'Almost home,' she thought; she didn't have any energy left to talk. She could hear what sounded like talking, but she couldn't see any ponies around her. She looked at the ground as she walked, careful to avoid any rocks, she knew if she tripped she wouldn't be able to make herself get up.

A low rumble came from in front of her and she lifted her head a little. Sweetie could see a strange dust cloud on the road ahead. She was too tired to care. She gave a start when she heard her name being yelled. She peered closely at the coming dust cloud. "S-Scootaloo?" she said quietly. Her vision began to blur and her steps faltered. Sweetie Belle fell over, a small poof of dirt rising up around her small form as she fell.

"Sweetie," Rarity yelled, her sister had fallen and she didn't look well. She and Scootaloo ran forward, quickly covering the last of the distance separating them from the small unicorn. Rarity picked her up and laid her gently across her back.

"Are you okay?" Scootaloo asked, concerned for her friend. A small moan escaped her lips but she didn't open her eyes. Scootaloo grew very worried, but Rarity stopped her from doing anything drastic.

"I'm sure she's fine," Rarity said, taking the sticks out of Scootaloo's hooves, "we'll just take her back to the library and make sure she's fine."

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Celestia flew through the air, her teeth rattled against each other quickly. She looked around, searching for her target. Luna flew alongside her, laying the plans.

"We need to find a way to keep them from running away this time," Luna said.

"Yes, the white marshmallowy one was quite enjoyable. I look forward to seeing her again." A long tongue ran along her lips. "I've missed this so."

The two alicorns flew along. "That's it," Luna said, "we left them in the library."

"Oh, did we?" Celestia's grin stretched from ear to ear, "so kinky."

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Pinkie and Pinkamena stared after the shrinking figures of the former rulers of Equestria. "This can't be good," Pinkie felt very nervous at having to recapture the two deviants.

"Didn't we destroy those two long ago?" Pinkamena asked.

"I thought we did, but I guess we didn't."

"They could be a problem, don't you think?"

"Yeah… maybe we can use them though."

"Ooh you devious little pony you." Pinkamena turned to go into the hideout to prepare. Something made her pause, "what happened to Applebloom and Spike?"

"Spike?" Pinkie thought for a moment, "he's… somewhere. The Oracle isn't being very clear on it. As for Applebloom, I think she's inside."

"Oh good, that will make things much more interesting."

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Rarity and the two fillies were back inside the library. Sweetie Belle was fine, she just needed to rest. "It's a good thing she got away," Scootaloo said, "I'd hate to see what she'd look like if she stayed."

Sweetie Belle's eyes opened a little bit. "Scoot, is Applebloom okay?"

Rarity walked over to her sister. "We don't know, she hasn't been here yet if she did get out." The filly's eyes closed at this and her breathing grew heavy. "That doesn't mean she isn't okay though, Sweetie. We'll just have to see where she is."

"That's right," Scootaloo said, "you only looked for Sweetie Belle. Quick, look for Applebloom."

A second ball of light appeared in the air and it morphed into a large, flat circle. Color flooded into it and it showed Applebloom.

She still had a few ribs sticking out of her back where Pinkie had pushed them. She was beginning to grow pale as the blood continued to pour out from her wounds. She was laughing hysterically; she didn't even seem to breathe in. Suddenly, an object descended on her neck in one quick motion. The pink hoof hit Applebloom's neck and continued downward. There was a loud cracking noise. It sounded wet, almost like breaking a branch that had just come off a tree. Small white splinters poked out of the skin and more blood joined the growing trail as Applebloom's body continued walking. It took a few steps more and collapsed.

Pinkie's face filled the window. "Hi guys," she said with a little giggle. "You should probably watch out, you'll have company in a minute." She waved a hoof and it cut through the glowing image, leaving a blank streak in the image. A few more waves of her hoof and nothing was left other than a small dot of light in the air. "Time to make some cupcakes," Pinkie said cheerily. The last of the light vanished and the three ponies were left staring at the bookshelf that had been behind the window.

"It WAS Pinkie," Scootaloo said, running for the door. She was stopped as a wavy blue light came under the door. It rose up and twisted around the handle. With a loud click the handle was pulled off, the lock somehow following. The door swung open to show the grinning face of Celestia. Luna stood just behind her. Their eyes had shrunk to tiny points surrounded by bright red lines of blood.

"Hi girls," she said, grabbing the three of them with her mane, "ready to have some fun? Why don't you come with us?" She placed a strange emphasis on come, almost making it sound different. Luna's mane flowed over and began stroking the captive ponies.

"Oh dear Celestia," Rarity said, her voice barely more than a whisper.

"Yes?" Celestia said, drawing her close. She licked her lips as she eyed Rarity's shapely flank.

"Oh, please no. Not again!"

"What is it?" Scootaloo asked. She was getting more and more worried as the enchanted hair began rubbing at her wings.

"Let's just say," Rarity said, trying to keep Celestia's mouth away from hers.

Celestia forced her mouth over Rarity's. Her tongue slid around, tasting the diva's mouth. She began forcing it down her throat. Rarity tried to pull away and the fillies watched, starting to remember how they had found Spike and Rarity before. Luna stepped forward, "I'll tell you when you're older." She laughed and began to pull the two crusaders out of her sister's grasp, her mane now rubbing uncomfortably at the girls' haunches.

A hissing noise filled the room and even Celestia pulled her face up to investigate. A small round object was sitting on the floor, a cloud of green smoke shot from it. Luna leaned in and smelled the gas, she fell over on the floor, legs twitching. As she fell, Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo were thrown into the middle of the cloud. Their twitching legs kicked the ball and it shot towards Celestia. She tried to run, but as she opened her mouth to pull away from Rarity, the ball lodged between her teeth and she could do nothing but breathe in the strange gas.

Pinkie stepped into the library, a mask was pulled over most of her face. "Well," she said, her voice muffled by the gas mask, "it's a good thing we took a couple sets of riot gear when they closed down our last party."

A shadow entered behind her. "Yes, I do so love these… what do they call them? Shotguns." Pinkamena pulled back at the pump and discharged one into the ceiling. A series of tiny holes peppered the wood and dust rained down. Pinkie giggled and Owlicious woke up.

He had been sleeping on a nearby bookshelf and the noise had kept him up. He opened his eyes and took in the scene before him. Thinking quickly, he tried closing his eyes and pretending to be asleep. Pinkie bounced over to him and gave him a strong look. "Hey buuuuuddy," she said, bringing a strange metal pipe near him. "Nighty-night!"

The barrel spat hot lead at the owl. He felt each piece of shrapnel as it tore through him. He fell to the floor, a broken bleeding mess. His wings and body looked to have been torn by a rabid timberwolf and he bled quickly, staining the pure white fur of the three ponies nearest him. As his vision went black, he called softly, "who?"

"It's Pinkie, silly!" She said as she finished reloading. She pulled the stock of the gun up to her shoulder and pulled the trigger once more. The gunshot rang out, silenced by the thick wooden walls around them. Blood sprayed the windows, but nopony noticed. They were all out of the town; Celestia had ordered an evacuation before they went to the clearing.

Pinkie licked the blood of her hoof. "I hadn't expected him to spray so much," she said as she picked up a wing lying near her on the floor. She bit into it, not seeming to pay attention. Her eyes shot opened and she began chewing slowly. "Mmmm," she said, "juicy!"

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Spike woke up. He was stuck half in a tree somewhere outside of Ponyville. He struggled to pull himself out, but gave up after a while. He sighed and flopped down. He was lost, alone and stuck in a tree. "How could this possibly get worse?" he said, letting out a small puff of smoke in his irritation.

"Hiya Spike," somepony yelled behind him.

"And it gets worse," he said, smacking a claw into his face.

Derpy flew over slowly, her daughter Dinky was trotting along on the ground, keeping an eye on her mother. "You need some help."

Spike almost said no, he could still remember the last time he'd gotten help form Derpy; he even had the scars to prove it. "Yeah," he said, "can you get me down?"

"Sure thing Spike," she bit down on his tail and began pulling. Spike let out a yell, but could feel himself slipping out. A light splintering noise came every time he moved, his scales carved little grooves in the tree. Suddenly he was free… and supported only by Derpy biting his tail.

They fell toward the ground, spike screaming and Derpy reaching into her saddlebag for another muffin. The two landed, Spike side down. Derpy climbed off him and rubbed her nose, it had been smashed into Spike when they hit the ground. Spike rubbed the four horseshoe shaped marks on his back, Derpy had landed there too.

"Thanks," he said, rubbing his back, "bye Derpy, bye Dinky." He began to leave. He looked back and saw Derpy smiling, shoving muffin after muffin into her mouth. Dinky looked after Spike, she seemed worried about something.

"You okay?" he asked. She gave him a nod and a smile. He shrugged and began walking away. He looked back, Dinky was also eating the muffins, but every now and then she would look at Spike. The closer he got to the town, the more worried she looked.

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Yeah, shorter than usual and it doesn't seem as good as the other chapters, idk. The next chapter should be back up to par.

So, who saw the Royal Wedding today? *squee* I loved it!

Okay, I think I'll start on another story idea soon. Breaking away from my norm, it will have absolutely nothing bad in it. We will join Pinkie as she plans and throws a party. I'm also going to try and work on "Sorrow's Downpour" today.

Okay, readers, please give me your thumbs TT^TT please? the negatives have offcially passed the positives and this has twelve favs, that means some of you need to hit thumbs up... plz? For Pinkie?

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