After Twilight powered down the table’s scrying spell, the girls stumbled out of the throne room.

“Ah can’t believe what Ah jus’ saw!” Applejack guffawed. “Ah swear, Ah ain’t ever gonna let Big Mac live that one down!”

“Oh, don’t be too mean,” Fluttershy said, blushing.

Rainbow Dash trotted out of the throne room, weighed down by a mysteriously acquired and suspiciously full set of saddlebags. “Come on, ‘shy. Even you have to admit it was funny.”

“Well,” Fluttershy said quietly, “I guess it was a little funny!’

“I would just like to know where Big Mac got such darling dresses,” Rarity said, tittering. “He certainly didn’t get them at my boutique.”

“Ah still can’t believe Caramel chose t’ wear one’a them!” Applejack laughed. “Ah swear, Ah ain’t never gonna be able t’ lookit that stallion th’ same way again!”

“I’m sorry again, girls,” Celestia said, her head hung low. “I know you wanted to keep watching, but it was starting to get a little cruel.”

“It’s okay,” Twilight replied. “I was planning on ending the spell on Spike myself.”

“Well, thank you for the wonderful afternoon, girls,” Celestia said, opening her wings and taking flight. “We must catch up for tea and cakes more often.”

The six mares waved to Celestia as she took off for Canterlot.

Big Mac looked around his room, wondering what on Equus had just happened.

Spike sat across the table from him, trussed up like a chicken, wearing a blonde wig and a little floral summer dress. To the left of Big Mac sat Caramel, sporting his own floral-print summer dress and a look of horror on his face.

Big Mac, himself, had a black bowtie and a top hat, and was holding the handle of a pink porcelain tea kettle between his teeth.

Smarty Pants, to Mac’s right, was dressed in her outstandingly fashionable polka-dot pants as usual.

“Uhhh, Big Mac?” Caramel asked.

“Yeah, Caramel?” Big Mac replied, putting the kettle down.

“What’s going on?”

“Ah don’t rightly know… but ain’t no one ever gonna hear about it!”

Both looked down at the little dragon, still tied and gagged.

“I can’t believe you two called me down here for this,” Octavia said, staring at the rolled-up rug by Big Mac’s hooves. “I mean, what does this have to do with me?”

Both Big Mac and Caramel shared a nervous look, before Caramel pulled out a rolled-up comic book. Big Mac was glad that he had been on digging duty.

“What’s this?” Octavia asked, unrolling the comic with her hooves. A fire burned in her eyes when she spied the cover.

Caramel helped Big Mac up, as Octavia kicked the rug into the hole. Big Mac and Caramel started shovelling the dirt back on top.

Octavia grimaced. “And now I’m out of a rug!”

Author's Notes:

This is a non-canon, alternate ending for the story.

And a little reference to a fic I am still working on.