Life. What is life? What is the sun? Why is it that whenever I try to sleep in, life loves to throw the star at me and aim its horrid rays of light straight into my eyes? Could it be Celestia's doing just to bring me discomfort? Or could it be Discord, who has yet to show his ugly mug around me with the amount of chaos that I have been spreading?

Either way, the big ball of magical plasma in the sky hates my eyes for some reason, and I couldn't even point my middle finger at it anymore. And what made it even worse was the fact that one of my maids left the curtains wide open, and on top of that. I couldn't close them with my mind being the way that I am. Weak and temporarily helpless.

'Fucking bitch-ass, cock sucking, nipple twisting, cum clown of the magical girl giraffe that does a back flip in high heels and screams "Bwree!" Wherever she goes.'

Annoyed that I couldn't have one day to sleep in, even on my sick day, I buried my face underneath my pillow, hoping that the Gods would answer my plea for rest, but this was not the case. I felt a weak prod to my side that was accompanied by a muffled, "Big Sister, wake up. Mommy wants us in the dining room for breakfast." With a defeated sigh, I appeared from beneath my pillow and the first sight of the day was not my waifu, Summer, but my little kitten looking down at me with a curious tilt of her head.

'Makes me wonder what my meat-warmth-pillow is doing?' I thought with a smile and a smooth roll of my eyes.

"Okay, kitten, I'm up, but I am still very sore and can't move all that well. I'll be there in a moment. Okay?" I asked with a slight chirp in my tone. Nightingale gave me an even brighter smile and pulled me into a hug, nuzzling my cheek lovingly before bouncing away with a light giggle and skip to her step.

"See you later, sis!" she called before jumping off of my balcony and glided to the door.

"See you later, kitten!" I called back before the sound of a door opened and closed, separating us for a few, short minutes. "Well, time to get back to work," I sighed.

I attempted to turn my body so that I could get out of my wonderfully soft bed, but my entire body ached in protest. Each muscle screamed at me, begging to stay in the comfort of my personal cloud and silk sheets.

I managed to swing my legs over the lip of the bed and with the aid of my wings, I pushed myself off onto the cold floor on shaky hooves in front of my vanity mirror. Without missing a beat, I began my usual cleaning routine with a stick up my ass and a limp in my step.

"Good morning, your highness!" cheered in pure awe as I walked passed one of the many cleaners of my castle, her tone filled with surprise as she stumbled on her broom that she was using. I gave her a curt nod with my head held high, not wanting to miss a single second of the meeting in the dining room.

My silver regalia shimmered in the crystal light of the morning sun. My coat, clean and soft, was as pure as the wild snow with a light blue that is almost impossible to see unless up close. My mane was...Combed. There is nothing in the world that can make it straight without making me bald.

As I walked down one of the many halls of my castle, I see more and more of my guards standing tall, eyes filled with pride as they salute my presence. Their black armor shined a glorious obsidian with streaks of azure fire flowing through the steel. Weapons at the ready, muscles tense and heads facing towards the dark clouds in the north.

'Something is wrong.'

I couldn't put a hoof to it, but the aura in the castle was akin to a peaceful break in a terrible storm. All the broken windows from Luna's and Cadence's battle were fixed and reinforced with heavy duty enchantments. Each pane of glass, colored or clear, had energy to it that was unnerving. It was as though another fight was looming over our heads and far more violent.

'What happened?' It couldn't be Cadence's remaining forces in Luna Bay. I know for a fact that they haven't made landfall yet.

With Azrael and Wolhana acting as my sword and shield over there, the Crystal Legion are too afraid to try anything or else be destroyed on the spot. This fact was reinforced by their leaders being sent back home with salted wounds and tails between legs. Their Captain's are hard pressed to force them to push through until everyone dies. No soldier, loyal or not would fight a battle that cannot be won with needless bloodshed; especially with every son, father, and brother from the Crystal Empire stationed there. Losing the Battle of Luna Bay would mean the end of the Crystal Empire if Cadence can't accept defeat.

'No, it's not them. It has to be something else, but what?' I mused as I entered the Royal Dining room.

"Good morning, Big sister!" squeaked Nightingale from behind a box fort of cereal build upon the foundation of the twenty-meter-long mahogany table.

"Good morning, Kitten," I smiled back as I walked towards my spot right next to her and a rather disheveled looking Princess Luna that lazily nursed on a mug that had "Worship My Moon," painted on it in bold, black, writing.

Sitting next to them all was a sky blue pegasus with a long, flowing, cloud-white mane that flowed eloquently with her lithe-yet-strong body. Her tail was the same, but I couldn't tell as she wore a frilly, white and gold dress that had parts of steel armor over her chest, left forehoof and both hind legs; making her a sunlight maiden of death and beauty.

The second I got close enough in my strides on the soft-brown hardwood flooring; her oddly sharp and old, silver, eyes found their gaze resting and watching my every move unblinkingly. Curiously, I met them straight on in an attempt to throw her off, but all's tha earned me was an eerie smile on her face.

'Weird,' I thought as I took my seat next to Luna and Nightingale with the strange mare sitting on the other side of the plank of a table.

"Hello, your Highness," purred the mare in an overly soft tone as one of my maids handed her gold-rimmed china with white lily's painted on the teacup. "How are you this morning?"

'Where have I hear that voice? It sounds familiar...'

"Sore, tired and in need of a good butt fucking," I replied with a neutral expression, that caused the disheveled Luna to spit out and choke on her morning coffee...And staining my favorite doilies.

"Rose! Not in front of, Nightingale!" Luna coughed with a dark glare and a smack up the head.

"Well, it's true! I haven't had one in a long time!" I blurted out. "Summer is supposed to be worshiping my taint right now and not fixing the school! I want her lips on my clit right the fuck now!"

"Um... what's a clit?" Nightingale frowned.

Author's Notes:

So, um. This ch hurt my brain so much, so here it is. Yes, it's short, pointless, and actual filler. I had to get it out, otherwise I would have been stuck forever.