Twilight's Struggle: Equestria In the Cold War

by Christopher Massoud Bush

First published 21st of March, 2017

After a asteroid is discovered to be headed right towards Equestria, Princess Celestia is forced to teleport her country and its neighbors to another planet. That planet is Earth, and Equestria finds itself plopped down in the Mid-Atlantic in 1946.

After a asteroid is discovered to be headed right towards Equestria, Princess Celestia is forced to teleport her country and its neighbors to another planet. That planet is Earth, and Equestria finds itself plopped down in the Mid-Atlantic in 1946.

Follow along on this alternate history journey as Equestria interacts with the human world during the 40 year standoff between the United States and the Soviet Union. Can the Mane 6 keep their home intact, or will their nation (and their lives) be torn asunder by the Cold War?

Chapter 1, Part 1: The Beginning of a Journey

Author's Notes:

Author's Note: The following story takes place shortely after the end of Season 6.

Chapter 1, Part 1

Twilight Sparkle walked into her castle in Ponyville. She had just gotten back from visiting Rarity’s Boutique. Rarity’s younger sister, Sweetie Belle had began taking classes in magic, with Twilight serving as her teacher. The young filly was displaying extraordinary abilities that impressed Twilight.

“Perhaps her cutie mark should have been in being a good student,” mused the Alicorn Princess to herself.

Spike approached her as she made her way down the corridor to her room.

“How’s my favorite dragon doing today?” inquired Twilight playfully.

“I received a letter from Princess Celestia that has your name written all over it,” replied Spike, handing an unopened scroll to Twilight, who proceeded to unroll it using her horn’s magic.

“My faithful student Twilight,

I urgently request that you come to my castle in Canterlot. I have made a startling discovery that necessitates your immediate presence.

Love,

Princess Celestia

“That’s odd,” thought Twilight. It’s unlike the Princess to leave her with so little information. However, she sensed that time was of the essence. Informing Spike of the contents of the letter, she promised that she would return as swiftly as possible to him.

Bounding out of the door, she proceeded to take off, using her powerful wings to lift her hundreds of feet off of the ground within a matter of seconds. Turning herself to the northeast, she flew away from Ponyville and raced towards Canterlot, which was just visible on the horizon.

Little did she know that she would be racing towards a historical event that would forever change both her world and another.

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Two hours Later

Gates of Princess Celestia’s Castle

Twilight landed on the pavement outside of Celestia’s Castle, her heart racing as she gasped for breath. She hadn’t flown this fast in ages.

The bewildered guards snapped to attention, proceeding to open the gates for the Princess of Friendship. Silently she made her way down the hallowed corridors of the Royal Canterlot Castle and made her way to Celestia’s throne room.

Celestia was sitting on her throne, a worried look serving as the only distraction to the normally otherwise regal display. Seated on her left and right were Luna, the Princess of the Night, and Cadence, her sister in law and the ruler of the Crystal Empire. Both also shared the same concerned look.

“I came as soon as I got your letter,” said Twilight. “What’s the matter?”

“Hello, Twilight,” said Celestia, her motherly tone helping to slightly soothe Twilight’s nerves. “I have disastrous news to deliver to you, as well as some information that may provide hopeful.”

Confused, Twilight remained silent, deciding to let the mighty albino Alicorn to continue.

“Two days ago, while Luna was observing the night sky, she made a most shocking discovery. Near the planet Janov, the outermost planet in our solar system, she sensed an asteroid that was on a perfect trajectory to strike our planet.”

An audible gasp came from Twilight’s mouth. The thought of all of her friends, no, all life on her planet getting obliterated in an asteroid impact filled her with fear. She struggled to keep her composure. She could feel her legs turning to jello. She decided to sit down than to take the risk of losing her balance.

“Isn’t there something we can do?! Luna don’t you have control of the stars and the planets?! Can’t you simply deflect it away?!” she yelled, asking her mentors to save Equestria, as if they needed imploring.

Luna broke her silence. “Normally that would be the case, Twilight. However, for some reason that I cannot explain, it would appear that the asteroid isn’t responsive to my magic. There appears to be some sort of curse imposed upon it. It’s almost as if there is some life out there that is committed to ensuring our destruction.”

Twilight nearly lost it at this piece of information. All of her friends and family, erased in an instant. She felt a wave of anger surge inside of her, this frustration stemming from the sense of powerlessness that overcame her.

“However Twilight, do not lose all hope.”

Twilight looked up to Celestia as the ruler made her way off of her throne to embrace her.

“My Twilight, over the past two days I have desperately searched through the Royal Archives. Fortunately, I was able to find some of Starswirl the Bearded’s spells relating to cosmic events. What I found may serve as our planet’s deliverance.”

Pausing to light up her horn’s magic, Celestia then proceeded to cast an image in front of Twilight. It appeared as if there were thousands of tiny dots and bubbles in front of her. However, as she looked closer, she could see what appeared to be the spirals of several universes inside of each of the bubbles.

“Twilight, have you ever heard of the Multiverse Theory?” inquired Celestia.

“Yes I have. I’m no expert in astronomy, but if I’m not mistaken, it’s the belief that outside of our universe there are several other universes existing, potentially numbering in the millions.”

“I see you have studied well Twilight,” said Celestia, warmly reminding Twilight of the now seemingly distant days when she was but a young filly and a student of Celestia.

“Out of the plethora of Universes in existence, there is one Universe that is nearly identical to our own in both shape and structure. Fortunately, for us there is also a habitable planet, similar to ours located in the same exact location of this ‘clone’ universe.”

“What are you saying?” asked Twilight.

“Starswirl the Bearded predicted that an apocalyptic event from beyond our world would someday strike Equestria. Of course I never believed such doomsday prophecies, but it would appear that I have been proven wrong by recent events. In addition to the prophecy, Starswirl the Bearded, created an untested spell, that theoretically possesses the capacity to teleport us from one dimension to another. It is that spell which we must use if we are to save Equestria from certain doom.”

“There’s no catch? This’ll be easy!” said Twilight, relieved that the seemingly existential crisis had been butterflied away.

“Far from it Twilight,” scolded Celestia. “This will be the most difficult magic any of us will ever have performed in our lives.”

Instantly, Twilight's ecstasy evaporated.

Celestia continued, “Even if everything goes as planned, we cannot know with absolute certainty whether or not this unproven spell will work or even if we will be able to land on this planet.”

Twilight interrupted, “if it’s so dangerous why do we do it? Certainly there could be another way.”

Celestia responded, “I’m afraid not Twilight. There is not other existing magical spells that would enable us to accomplish a similar task. We don’t possess the capacity to destroy the asteroid either with magic or via more mundane means. Do nothing will undoubtedly result in the total extermination of life on our planet. We have no other option than to test our luck,” responded the Sun Princess as she returned to her throne.

Floating a book that looked as if it had existed for at least several hundred years from the table next to Luna, Celestia said to Twilight, “here is the book that contains Starswirl the Bearded’s spell. Over the next couple of days, I expect you to learn the spell contained therein. We have to move swiftly if we are to ensure that we can escape the doom hurtling towards us from the heavens.”

Twilight silently accepted the book and proceed to make her way out of the room. She felt as if the fate of the world hung on her shoulders. In this case it quite literally did.

Chapter 1, Part 2

Chapter 1, Part 2

Two Days Later

It had been 48 hours since Twilight had arrived in Canterlot. Since then she had been engaged in the all consuming task of memorizing all of the minute details of Starswirl the Bearded’s spell that served as Equestria’s, no the world’s only hope of salvation. There was no room for error.

She had completed the task of carefully studying. Now came the task of carrying through with the spell. It called for the four most powerful alicorns in the land of Equestria to focus their magical powers on one point on the space time continuum. This would enable the opening of a wormhole which could be used to enable travel between this universe and another. Celestia, as the most powerful alicorn of the group, would be tasked with guiding the Equestrian continent through the wormhole until they arrived on the other planet.

The transferring of the entire Equestrian planet had been ruled out by Celestia. Using a spell that enabled her to observe other universes, she had discovered that their target planet was already the host of several living creatures. Swapping the location of their two planets would spare the Equestrian’s home planter, but would doom this other world, which was populated by both ponies and the mythical creatures known as humans (Twilight know little about them and had previously disregarded them as nothing more than an Old Mare’s Tale). The only humane option would be to take the relatively small pangean continent that Equestria sat on and drop it off in the middle of an uninhabited part of the planet.

Twilight, still unsure of whether or not trans-universe travel was even scientifically possible, asked Celestia why Equestria couldn’t simply be dropped off on another habitable planet inside of their own universe.

“Unfortunately, we are unable to do that Twilight. The spell only enables the movement from one spot in a universe to the same exact location in an identical universe. Fortunately, there are several such universes, as the number of universes in the multiverse appears to be nearly infinite.”

“How can that be?” inquired Twilight. “I’ve read a little bit on Chaos Theory, and according to it, even the slightest and seemingly meaningless change could result in unforeseen differences. If that is the case, then shouldn’t it be impossible for their an identical Universe, at least when it comes to planetary alignment.”

“Certainly Twilight. But when there are an infinite number of universes in existence it is inevitable that you will ultimately find another universe that is either similar to yours or even identical to it.”

“It’s like the Peaseblossom Hypothesis,” muttered Twilight to herself.

“What was that Twilight?” asked Celestia.

Struggling to bottle her delight at being able to teach her former instructor something, Twilight said, “I said it’s like the Peaseblossom Hypothesis, which postulates that if you put an infinite number of newborn foals in front of an infinite number of typewriters then one will inevitably find a way to write a Daring Do novel.”

“Excellent analogy Twilight,” said the Solar Princess, impressed by the knowledge of her former student.

“I just have one more question,” asked Twilight.

“What is it?” asked Celestia.

“How did you choose to go to this specific Universe's equivalent of our planet?”

“When I cast my spell that enabled me to look at other universes, this universe was the only one I could find that not only had a habitable planet in the exact same location in their parallel Universe as our planet, but where I could detect ponies living in large numbers on it.”

“Does that answer all of your questions?” asked Celestia, clearly eager to finally begin the spell. Though the asteroid was still several months away from striking Equestria, Celestia was eager to get the process of trans-universal travel over with. She was clearly nervous, despite her best attempts to project calm in front of her fellow royals.

Twilight gave a silent nod in affirmation.

Thus Celestia, Luna, Cadence, and Twilight formed themselves into a circle.

“Ready?” asked the noble Celestia.

“Wait!” shreked Twilight.

The other three ponies stared at her, clearly surprised by her outburst.

“Shouldn’t we inform the public about what is about to happen? Don’t they have a right to know what’s happening? We wouldn’t want to scare anyone by suddenly travelling through a wormhole without any forewarning!”

Celestia, growing impatient with Twilight’s delays, replied, “Twilight, I know you mean well, but there is no point in doing so. Informing the world would serve no purpose. No one except for us would be able to do anything productive with the information. Besides, it would merely result in mass hysteria in the general public.”

“But what if this is it?!” shouted Twilight, her eyes bugged with concern. “What if one of us messes up! I’d never have gotten to say goodbye to any of my friends!”

Twilight felt a surge of dread race through her body. The thought of her never being able to see the faces of Applejack, Rainbow Dash, Fluttershy, Spike, Rarity, Pinkie Pie, or even her former enemy turned friend Starlight Glimmer filled her with sadness.

Celestia sought to allay Twilight’s concern, “Twilight, my dear. I understand your concern. However, if we do fail, which I am confident that we won’t, it would be better for your friends if they didn’t see their demise coming. Wouldn’t it be better for them to be able to enjoy their final moments free from the fearthat they are about to face a life and death situation that is beyond their control?”

“I suppose so,” replied Twilight dejectedly.

Looking across the circle to Cadence, her sister-in-law, Twilight felt a surge of emotion towards her former foalsitter. With tears beginning to form in her eyes, Twilight thanked her for “being the best wife I could have ever hoped that my brother could marry.” Now crying, she turned to Celestia, she began to thank her for all of the years of magic lessons and loving care that she had provided to her. However, Celestia cut her short.

“Twilight you have to get a hold of yourself. We are doomed to failure, if you cannot retain your composure. Only if you focus on the task ahead of you will we able to succeed.”

Twilight was taken aback by the sharpness of her idol’s tone. However, Twilight knew that she was right. She began to stammer out an apology when Luna suddenly embraced her.

Speaking in her deep, yet smooth tone, Luna said, “Twilight, in the time that I have known you I have seen you perform tasks and feats that not even I could dream of doing. Your magic is so powerful, that you were able to defeat me when you were a mere novice. You have no reason to fear. We will be with you throughout this entire spell. May the gods grace us with victory.”

Returning to her place, Twilight took a moment to send forth a prayer to the gods of the Equestrians and to compose herself. Turning to Celestia, she informed the Princess that she was finally ready to begin the spell.

Lighting their horns up, the four alicorns concentrated their magic energy on a single point in the middle of their circle. According to Starswirl the Bearded, this concentration of energy would enable them to poke a hole in the space time continuum. Normally, this would be most ill-advised, given that it was how black holes were created. However, Celestia would be tasked with utilizing magic to prevent any matter from being ripped apart during the journey through the worm hole to the parallel universe. This would be instrumental in determining the success or the lethal failure of this spell.

Suddenly the world went pitch black for the four Princesses. The only thing that they would see was the outlines of each others bodies Had they failed? They weren’t sure but continued to labour, performing magic that nopony had ever performed before.

Out of the void appeared a miniscule point of light, no larger than a dot at the end of a sentence. This light at the end of a proverbial (or perhaps literal) tunnel gave them hope as well as a sense of dread at what was in store for them. Gradually, the light approached them, until the white light refracted around them, exposing them to the most diverse set of colors they had ever seen.

Twilight felt as if she was weightless. However, she remained firmly in place, focusing on maintaining her energy input into the spell, ignoring the rapid fluctuations between hot and cold that she and the other three alicorn Princesses were feeling as they traveled through the Infinite.

After what felt like an eternity maintaining the spell, she felt an odd sense of inner peace flow through her. Casting the spell no longer felt like a burden nor a strain. She felt as though she could live in this place between worlds for ever.

Suddenly, Twilight felt an excruciating pain shoot through her entire body, unlike anything that she could have ever imagined. The blissful inner peace was replaced with an excruciating rush of terror and dread. The bright array of colours was replaced by the darkest void that she had ever seen in her life.

Then she lost consciousness.

Chapter 2, Part 1: Awakening

Chapter 2: Awakening

Two Days Later

Canterlot General Hospital

When Twilight opened her eyes, all she could see were a series of colourful blurs hovering over her and a blindingly bright light behind them.

“Ugh,” she moaned unsure if she was dead. Her body, and especially her horn, ached with pain.

Suddenly the pink blur shot all over the room.

“OhmygoshOhmygoshOhmygoshOhmygosh! She’s alive!” screamed the instantly familiar voice.

“Oh Pinkie Pie,” thought Twilight to herself. Her vision improving, she was able to make out her seven friends

“How you doing Sugarcube?” asked Applejack, her nice and warm tone, always caring as usual.

“We were worried sick about you,” said Fluttershy, her demure voice barely above a whisper.

At least my friends haven’t changed, thought Twilight to herself.

“I’m doing fine,” she responded. Looking around the room she was in, she noticed she was inside what appeared to be a hospital room. Twilight noticed that she was dressed inside a green hospital gown. Undoubtedly Rarity is probably revolted at my appearance, she mused.

“Am I in a hospital? How did I get here?” asked Twilight. She was unsure of whether or not the spell she and the other Princesses had cast had worked.

“Well Sugarcube,” started Applejack, “two days ago, all across Equestria, and even other countries there was a giant flash of white light. And one second after it started it immediately went away, lickity split! Oh you should have seen it, it was purer and whiter than anything anypony had ever seen-”

“Get to the point, AJ!” whined Rainbow Dash, her attitude apparently unchanged.

“I was getting there Rainbow!” scowled Applejack. Turning her attention, back to Twilight, she continued, “Anyways, as I was saying. After that, some of the royal guards ran in to check on you and your princess pals and found you unconscious and your hearts not beating.”

This detail caused Twilight’s eyes to shoot wide open. That’s what caused her to pass out during her journey through the Void. Her heart had stopped. Stopped. Her morbid fascination turned to panic. She had just had a near death experience!

What about the other princesses. How were Celestia, Luna, or Cadence. Twilight felt a wave of guilt coarse through her. How could she have been so self-centered, putting thoughts about the wellbeing of friends and relatives before thoughts about her own.

Sensing the shock that Twilight was experiencing, Applejack continued, “fortunately the paramedics were able to save both you and the other three princesses lives’. We’re glad to have you alive, Twi.”

“What about the other Princesses? You said they are alive. In what condition are they?” asked Twilight.

Applejack responded, “They are mighty fine. Cadence, your brother, and your parents are in the other room. I’m sure they will be happy to see that you are up and awake.”

“And Luna and Celestia…”

“Well Sugarplumb, Luna was actually the very first one of y’all to come out of a coma. Last night, she addressed that nation via radio and explained this whole business about the ‘Flash’ as many are calling it. Apparently, some asteroid was headed to destroy Equestria and there was nothing that the Princesses could do to stop it. Something ‘bout a magic curse or something. Anyhoo, they said that y’all Alicorns cast some ancient spell to teleport our planet’s continent onto another’s and that she and Celestia would try and contact the native ponies and ‘humans’ or whatever they are called.”

“It worked…” muttered Twilight to herself. Her and her friends were safe, at least from the asteroid. That was a relief.

“You mind telling us about this spell, Twilight,” inquired Rarity, breaking her silence. Being her fabulous self, she of course had worn a giant hat to visit her friend in the hospital.

Twilight spent the next hour or so explaining the intricate details of the spell and the reasoning behind Celestia’s decision to “migrate” Equestria and the other lands of the Equestrian planet to this planet. Twilight being Twilight, she got so engrossed in all of the intimate details, she forgot to stay on point, remaining oblivious to the growing annoyance of her friends.

“So how did you experience ‘the Flash!’” inquired Pinkie Pie, the only member of Twilight’s posse who was enjoying every detail of the story.

“I didn’t experience it actually.” replied the Princess of Friendship.

This got everyone’s attention.

“How couldn’t have you?” asked Applejack.

“Yah, like everypony, everywhere saw it!” said Rainbow Dash, hovering in the air like a hummingbird, as per usual.

“What I experienced, was a… let’s just say different,” replied Twilight.

“Well do certainly tell us more,” pleaded Rarity.

Twilight, spent the next hour telling her friends all about what she had experienced during her journey from the old world to this one. Her friends were taken in by her vivid description. The darkness at the beginning, the full and rich spectrum of colours (Rainbow Dash really liked this part), and the final and painful crash at the end of the spell (prompting a gasp for concern from Fluttershy.)

“And that’s how I got to where I am right now,” concluded Twilight.

A sense of sombriety fell upon the group, they all reached in and hugged the alicorn that had united them all in friendship years before. This moment of gravity was interrupted by the sudden appearance of a certain draconequus.

“Ta-de-la,” said Discord, his face changed to appear as a clown, Twilight’s secret phobia.

“Ah!” she screamed, recoiling in horror. Realizing who it was, she shifted her face from a face of horror to a scowl.

“Discord!” yelled Fluttershy, her scolding decibel level barely above that of a normal ponies speaking voice, “You shouldn’t scare a pony like that. You could have given Twilight a heart attack.”

“Nonsense, Flutters!” replied the Lord of Chaos, as he changed his face back to normal, a slight smirk spreading across his face.

“I’m sure that as the Element of Magic, Twilight can easily fend off an attack from a hooffull of hearts,” he said, before snapping his fingers. Instantly a tiny army of heart suited playing cards appeared on the Twilight’s bed.

“Cut it out Discord!” yelled Fluttershy, the Element of Kindness’ voice climbing to a roar.

“Oh fine,” he said sighing as he snapped his fingers and made the animate playing cards poof out of existence.

Seeing that Rainbow Dash was struggling to stifle a laugh, Discord said, “I see that at least somepony enjoys my sense of humour.”

Everyone turned to stare at Rainbow Dash as she burst out laughing.

“RD, did you know about Discord’s prank on Twilight?” asked Applejack angrily.

“Nope, I can’t help, but laugh at a good prank! Ha-Ha!” responded Rainbow Dash, her infectious laughter drawing a giggle from everypony in the room, including even Twilight herself.

Applejack, turned back to Twilight, “Look Sugarcube, as much as we would enjoy yapping with you, I think it would be best if we let you spend some time with your family-”

“Wait-” said Twilight, “ you didn’t tell me about how Celestia is doing.”

“Oh yah,” said Applejack. “Well she came to early this morning. She’s in good condition according to the doctors. She will probably take back her government powers from Luna in a handful of days. Right now she’s a bit wacko, from all the painkillers she’s on-”

“Painkillers?!” inquired Twilight worriedly.

“Well, yeah Twilight, you mentioned that she was the main person performing the spell so that would explain why she still feels extremely sore. According to the doctors there’s nothing to explain it other than some magic fatigue.”

Still seeing the worry in Twilight’s eye, Applejack continued, “Don’t you worry Twilight, she’ll be fine. Afterall, she’s faced worse problems than a couple sore spots.”

“You’re right AJ. I’m just worked up over nothing,” replied Twilight. I’ll see you guys later okay.”

“Sure thing Sugarcube!” replied the apple farmer with her favorite pet name.

With that, Twilight’s closest friends all filed out of her room, leaving her in solitude.

End of Chapter 2, Part 1

Chapter 2, Part 2

One Hour Later,

“Hey Twili!” said a voice that Twilight would recognize from almost anywhere.

“Shining Armour! Mom and Dad! How are you?” replied Twilight as she saw her older brother and her parents enter the room.

“I think that we ought to be asking you that question,” joked her father, her humour, clearly not affected by recent events.

“I’m doing well. I’m still a little sore. However, the doctor told me that I will be well enough to be released within a couple of days.”

“That’s good to hear,” replied Twilight’s mother.

Twilight hadn’t seen her parents in several months. There was so much to catch up, she didn’t know where to start.

“So, how about that ‘trip through the void’ your friends told me you went through. According to them it was pretty gnarly,” said Shining Armour.

Chuckling at her brother’s vocabulary, Twilight nodded in agreement. “I suppose you could say that.”

Twilight, suddenly noticed that her adopted brother and personal assistant wasn’t present.

“Where is Spike?” she asked.

Shining fielded her question. “According to your friends him and Starlight stayed back at your castle in Ponyville. They wanted to ‘hold down the fort’ until they found out what was going on. Apparently, they was some panicked looting and pillaging right after ‘the Flash’ that has since largely stopped. However, earlier today they sent us a letter telling us that they wanted us to inform you that you’re in their prayers and they are wishing you a speedy recovery.”

Ponyville. The thought of her home city being the scene of violence, or the thought of her friends and neighbors looting from each other sent a shiver up her spine. All she hoped was that none of her friends like Lyra and Derpy Hooves were harmed. However, there was no point in worrying over events that she had no control over.

“I’m just glad that you guys are here,” she said. “I just wanted to thank you for all the love and care that you three have shown to me. Having a near death experience makes you realize how blessed one is. I wouldn’t be where I am today without you guys,” said the Princess of Friendship, her emotions welling up inside of her.

Warmed by Twilight’s kind words, her mother embraced her, pulling her foal tight around her arms.

“We’re here for you whenever you need us Twilight,” whispered her mother. “We love you more than you could ever know.”

As the Sparkle family shared a moment of closeness in her hospital room, far away a meeting of civilizations was but minutes away.

Chapter 3, Part1: The Meeting of Worlds

Chapter 3, Part 1: The Meeting of Worlds

January 4, 1946 (Two Days after “the Flash”)

Aboard the USS Alabama, Somewhere in the Mid-Atlantic, Approximately 25 degrees N, 25 degrees West

The crew aboard the USS Alabama had been given a peculiar task. None of their missions during the recently ended Second World War had matched the level of uniqueness ascribed to the task at hand.

Two days before, they had received orders directly from Harry Truman, the President of the United States to leave their predestined course on their return journey to America from the Mediterranean Sea to scout for a new continent. Initially, Fred Kirtland, the confused captain of the Alabama, had sought confirmation to the orders from the Secretary of the Navy, uncertain as to whether the orders were genuine or were the result of some typographical error or some prank. Perhaps the rumours about the 33rd President’s mental faculties were correct, and this order to find an 8th continent were nothing more than the delusional fantasies of a mad man.

However, the order was confirmed and was followed by exact coordinates for the USS Alabama, the closest ship to them, to go to. Apparently over the past two days, there had been repeated sightings by naval vessels and aircraft of an inhabited continent, approximately the size of Greenland. How this continent arrived is unknown. However, according to the testimony of one ship captain, there had been a blindingly bright light and then the sudden appearance of a landmass on the horizon.

Suddenly, one of the captains navigators came rushing into his quarters, breathless.

“Sir-” he said, pausing to catch his breath. “We have spotted the mysterious island. You won’t believe what else we’ve seen.”

Surprised that the rumours had indeed turned out to be correct, Kirtland turned to the seaman. “Well spit it out!”

“We’ve spotted a port and have picked what appear to be radio communications.”

“Are you joking with me sailor?” Asked the captain.

“No sir! You won’t believe what else we’ve discovered about this civilization.”

“What.”

“There appear to be civilized ponies that live on this continent.”

The captain said nothing. Under any other circumstances he either label the very notion of a magical 8th continent appearing or sentient animals forming their own civilization as preposterous and nothing more than the delusions of a drunken sailor or a schizophrenic. However, as a man of reason, he couldn’t dispute evidence.

Chapter 3, Part 2

Chapter 3, Part 2

One hour Later

Manehattan, Equestria

All along the docks stood ponies, amazed at the sight that they were beholding. Sitting in the middle of the harbour was a large battleship that dwarfed all of the naval vessels in port. A top this alien vessel fluttered a Star Spangled Banner, representing some unknown civilization. But perhaps most perplexingly (frightening) of all were the strange biped creatures dressed in all white standing atop the metal behemoth

Suddenly, a voice boomed out from the loudspeaker of the vessel, startling the equine crowd.

“I, Captain Fred Kirkland of the USS Alabama, on the behalf of the United States of America, would like to let you know that we come in peace. Please take me to your leaders.”

Visibly nervous, Mistral Glory, the female Pegasus Mayor of Manehattan, took off with two members of her security detail and flew slowly towards the deck of the ship. Landing on the deck, she cleared her throat as she approached the creature that appeared to be the leader of the aliens, on edge by the number of armed soldiers visible.

Bowing before her visitor, she said, “Hello visitor. My name is Mistral Glory. I am the mayor of Equestria’s largest city, Manehattan--”

The creature spoke up, “Wait. This isn’t Manhattan.”

“It isn’t. This is Manehattan. I’m sorry if our city sounds a lot like one of yours.”

Moving past the confusion, she said, “I’m honored to meet you and you and your men are welcome to stay in our city as guests.”

“I’m honored to accept your friendship on the behalf of the United States. I’d be honored to meet the leader of your civilization and to tour your city,” said the leader of the alien creatures.

“Just what are you?” inquired the Mayor.

“Well I’m a human. Isn’t that obvious,” replied the male leader.

“They are real,” replied the Mayor mysteriously.

“What was that?” inquired the Human.

“Oh nothing. Anyways… Welcome to Equestria, the Land of Ponies!”

Chapter 3, Part 3

Chapter 3, Part 3

Two hours Later,

Celestia sat on her throne again in the castle with Luna at her side. Normally, this time would be filled with her hearing the concerns of citizens, listening to the advice of her ministers and advisors, or otherwise making decisions pertain to the affairs of the Equestrian state. However, she was instead resting, powering through throbbing pain that coursed through her body. Never, in her over a millennium long life had she performed such labouring magic. She was simply glad that the spell worked and that Equestria was safe.

Suddenly, one of the messengers from the Royal Palaces telegraph office hurried in.

“Your majesty, we have received an urgent communication from Manehattan,” said the youthful Earth Pony.”

Celestia immediately sat at attention. “What is it?!” she inquired.

“According to the telegram from the Mayor of Manehattan, Mistral Glory, there has been contact with group of humans who have arrived on boat. According to her report they are from a country known as the United States of America and they come in peace.”

Celestia relaxed. She had been expecting that this would come to pass sooner or later. When she had selected this world as the destination of the Equestrian continent, she knew that there was a sizeable and advanced human population. Indeed, that was one of the reasons why she had chosen this planet over others similar to it as the destination of the Equestrian race and the others that resided. She wanted to forge a close relationship with another race that had been relegated in the minds of most ponies as being nothing more than fictitious creatures from fantasy novels.

Turning to her sister besides her, Celestia said, “Dearest Luna, please transcribe what I am about to say.” Normally, Celestia wouldn’t use her sister as a secretary to dictate notes to. However, according to her doctors, she wouldn’t be able to utilize her horn for at least several days do to the extreme pain that came from using it. The universe traversing spell had really taken a toll on her.

“Hello, human traveler. My name is Princess Celestia. As the head of state of Equestria (the country that you have made contact with) I would like to cordially invite you to my palace in order to establish diplomatic relations between your country, which I’m told is called the United States of America, as well as explain how our land came to suddenly exist in your world. May Peace and Friendship bless our two nations, Her Majesty, Princess Celestia of Equestria.”

Luna floated the finished letter over to the waiting messenger, who took it with his mouth and swiftly rushed back to the Telegraph office, presumably to send the letter back to Manehattan, the epicenter of the two world’s collision.

The Princess of the Night turned to her older sister, “are you sure that it’s wise to invite them here to our court, Tia? After all, according to the ancient legends, the humans were a group of warlike barbarians who hunted and killed other animals. That’s why they were struck down by the gods long before either of us lived.”

Celestia responded, “That could very well be the case for the humans in this world as well. However, dear sister, it would be unfair to make such an assumption about a civilization we know nothing about. Furthermore, there is no avoiding having to deal with them. They know we exist and vice-versa. We might as well try to make the most out of this scenario.”

Luna nodded her head in agreement. “Besides,” she added, “if this world is too dangerous for ponykind then we could always perform the spell again and travel to another more hospitable planet-”

“No,” responded the Equestrian ruler, her voice unusually stern.

“Pardon, dearest sister?”

“I said no. We will never perform that spell again. It’s not that I’m afraid of the pain associated with it. I would eagerly accept any suffering for the survival and well-being of my subjects. It’s just the things that I saw there… let’s just say that you’re lucky not to have seen them.”

“Tia, if you need to talk about-”

“No!” said the Solar Princess, turning away from her sister.

Luna pausing for a moment to determine whether or not to press her sister on the issue, continued. “Tia, I’m always here for you. One of the things that I missed most while I was on the Moon for a thousand years was not being able to love and care for my favorite sister.”

“I’m your only sister.”

“Exactly. That’s why you’re the best. By default,” joked Luna. This banter drew a slight chuckle from Celestia.

Continuing, Luna said, “I’ll always be here for you. It just pains me to know that you’re suffering internally. Starswirl the Bearded once said that the hardest wounds to diagnose and heal are the ones that are hidden by the patient.”

“Do you really want to know?” asked Celestia.

“If you think that it will help you feel better, then absolutely.”

Celestia, turned ashen faced, to her sister. She said, “While I was leading the spell, as we passed through the void between our now abandoned and doomed world and this new home for ours I saw the single worst thing imaginable. I saw all at once thousands of destroyed worlds that had tried to make the same inter-dimensional journey as we did. I saw the perpetual hell that they were trapped in, forever trapped in between different existences, the lifeforms on these planets and worlds frozen for all of eternity.”

“There they were other scientists, princesses, magicians, who had failed in the very endeavor that I was leading. The sight seemed to last forever. Even when, I closed my eyes, I couldn’t escape these horrid images. I knew that I was gradually losing my power, my composure, even my sanity. I struggled to hold onto the spell for as long as I could. Just as I was about to lose control and doom our world to the same fate as these frozen worlds, we made it.”

“That’s a good thing that we made it. Right?” asked Luna.

“You’re right, Luna. However, I do know that if I were to try that spell again, there is a significant chance that I will fail and condemn everypony, including you my dearest sister to a perpetual prison from which there will be no escape. There is no fate that can be worse than that. We will accept our fate on this new home planet regardless of it contains for us and our peoples.”

Author's Notes:

Author's Note: President Truman's reaction will be in next update.

Chapter 3, Part 4

Chapter 3, Part 4

The next morning, January 5, 1946

White House, Washington DC, United States of America

Harry Truman sat alone at the Resolute Desk in the Oval Office, mulling over the latest reports confirming the existence of a of a new 8th continent. Two days earlier, when he had received the initial reports of a pony populated continent suddenly appearing in the middle of the Atlantic he had dismissed it as a mere hoax by members of his cabinet. Initially, he had been amused. But as they kept on insisting about the validity of these strange reports he had gradually lost his temper. There were more important issues at hand, such as helping the economy get out of recession and reintegrating the boys who were coming back home from Europe and the Pacific into the workforce.

However, the pictures taken by airplanes of the Equestrian continent and the detailed reports of the crew of the USS Alabama had laid all doubts to rest in the mind of the President. Later today, he would be tasked with informing the population that the unthinkable had happened. An Atlantis had seemingly risen in the Mid-Atlantic.

Part of him wanted to defer to having his Press Secretary Charlie Ross deliver the news to the American people. Ever since he had authorized the dropping of the atom bombs on Japan four months earlier, members of the tabloid press had been publishing damaging insinuations about his mental health, implying that he was unfit to serve. Rambling on about civilized ponies on a distant isle that had suddenly brought itself into existence would serve as “evidence” to substantiate the insipid rumor mongering of the press. However, he knew that he had an obligation to break the news to the American people and to the world as a whole. “The Buck Stops Here” was his personal motto. He intended to live up to it.

Fortunately, he had received word from the British ambassador that the United Kingdom had also made observations confirming that the islands exist, along with the pony civilization present. Clement Attlee, the newly inaugurated British Prime Minister, was prepared to address the British people as well tomorrow about the new discovery. This would help validate Truman’s claims. Furthermore, he had instructed the White House Press team to publish the photos of the neo-continent.

According to the reports gleaned by the USS Alabama the equine residents of Equestria, one of the countries on the new continent, spoke fluent English. How this was possible was perturbing to Truman. “Perhaps they are alien visitors who have been observing our planet for several generations,” thought the President. He would have relegated such thinking to the imaginations of a science-fiction author, such as H.G. Welles. However, after the sudden appearance of modernized, intelligent, English speaking ponies, nothing could be ruled out.

He had already ordered Malin Craig, the Secretary of State, to prepare a list of possible ambassadors to be sent to the new continent. He wanted to ensure that this “Second Colombian Exchange,” as some within his administration were referring to the discovery of this new continent as, was more peaceful and mutually beneficial than the last.

Additionally, the diplomatic situation with America’s erstwhile ally, the Soviet Union was worsening. Already the post-war hope of peaceful cooperation between great powers was beginning to appear endangered. In Iran, the superpowers stared each other down, with the Soviets backing communist separatists in the north of the country and in Greece the Soviets were backing communist rebels who were doing battle with the democratic state backed by the British. While Truman hoped that the Soviets would rectify their behavior in the near future, he also realized that steps had to be taken to contain Soviet expansionist tendencies. He intended to integrate the new pony continent firmly into the western economic and diplomatic sphere.

He pulled out a piece of paper and began to write down the text of tonight’s radio address. It would prove to be one of the most monumental addresses in world history.

Chapter 3, Part 5

Chapter 3, Part 5

Evening, January 5, 1946

“My fellow citizens. Yesterday, my government obtained confirmation that rumors of a discovery of a new 8th continent in the mid-Atlantic are indeed correct.

“Initially I, myself, refused to accept the validity of these rumors. However members of the United States navy have conducted a series of surveys over the past couple of days, confirming that the rumors are in fact correct. Additionally, members of the crew aboard the USS Alabama have made contact with the native life forms, who appear to be sentient and English speaking ponies. It also appears that these ponies have achieved some degree of technological development, including industrialization.”

“My government will publish evidence corroborating my statement tomorrow in the papers. Until then, rest assured that my Administration is taking the necessary measures to ensure that peaceful and productive relations are established between our human civilization and the equestrian civilization.”

“We are committed to discovering how this 8th continent managed to appear suddenly on our planet and what we can do to welcome this new civilization. Let us pray to the Creator above for success in this endeavor so that peace and good-will can exist between humanity and ponykind.”

-Excerpt from President Truman’s Address to the American People on the Discovery of Equestria

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The reaction to President Truman’s speech was harsh to say the least. Several senior ranking Congressmen labelled him as “insane” and called for his removal from office. The New York Times headline read: “Truman, Hoaxer or Madman.” Despite the publishing of photographic evidence showing the new continent in question, along with cities with ponies in them, the majority of the American public viewed them as hoaxes.

It wasn’t till the next day, when the British Prime Minister confirmed that the American President wasn’t mad but was telling the truth, that people began to take the reports of a new island inhabited by ponies seriously. Additionally, several other countries, such as Canada and Portugal, confirmed that they too had received reports from their seamen about the existence of a new continent. Only then did the discussion shift from the credibility of the reports to what was to be done with the existence of the new continent.

The majority of the general public around the world reacted in awe at the concept of their being intelligent non-human life. Some panicked, claiming that they were either “Ponies from Mars” or “demonspawn bringing about the end times” or both. One hot-headed congressmen said that the United States should “preemptively obliterate the Pony nation via the usage of nuclear warheads, lest the Orwellian prophecy of Animal Farm come to pass.”

Despite all of the hysteria and demagoguery by a vocal minority of the human population, the vast majority of humanity urged a diplomatic and peaceful approach to the “pony problem.” Not since 1492, when the New World was discovered by Columbus, had the world witnessed so monumental a moment as the discovery of the Pony continent.

Meanwhile in Equestria, a train carrying the Fred Kirtland, the captain of the USS Alabama, and a select group of the senior officers from said vessel was pulling into Canterlot station. As they stepped off the train, they were greeted by a purple alicorn by the name of Twilight Sparkle. The audience that Celestia had asked for was finally near at hand.

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Behind the scenes look at the "Address on the Discovery of Sentient Equine Lifeforms" (1946).

Chapter 4, Part 1: Humans and Ponies

Chapter 4, Part 1: Humans and Ponies

January 6, 1946

Canterlot, Castle

Celestia sat on her throne, eagerly awaiting the arrival of her human guests. She had received word that they had arrived at the Royal Palace in Canterlot. She trusted that Twilight was escorting them to her.

“I’m sure she is probably begging them for books right now,” joked the Equestrian ruler to her sister Luna beside her, eliciting a cuckle from the Princess of the Night.

The news of discovery by an alien species had sent shockwaves through the population of Equestria. While the concept of another species possessing intelligence wasn’t a shock to the Equestrian population like it was amongst the human race, the fear of the unknown gripped many other ponies. Most ponies were confident that Celestia and the Elements of Harmony would be able to manage any dangers posed by the new group, however many were fearful about the technological powers of the humans. What if they were hostile to Equestria and too powerful for even magic to stop? Such thoughts fluttered through the minds of even the most optimistic of ponies.

It was out of fear of vigilante actions by a fringe minority of terrified ponies that had prompted Celestia to require that the trainride carrying the humans of the USS Alabama be kept a secret from the general population.

Suddenly, the door to her throne room was flung open by one of her guards.

“Your Majesty, I present to you the Princess of Friendship, Twilight Sparkle, and the human guests of the United States of America!”

Rising to her feet she observed as the biped creatures strode into the room behind the purple alicorn. Stopping at the foot of the dais where her throne sat, the humans and Twilight bowed.

“Your majesty, my name is Captain Fred Kirtland. On the behalf of my nation, the United States of America, I come on a mission of peace and goodwill.”

“Thank you for your presence,” replied Celestia. “I’m sure that you will find us most receptive to your overtures of peace and tranquility. I’m sure that we have a lot to catch up on and a lot of questions for each other.”

“In that spirit, I would like to welcome you a state dinner, tonight in the palace’s banquet hall. I’m sure that we can continue our deliberations there.”

“Certainly, your majesty.”

Chapter 4, Part 2

Six Hours Later,
Royal Canterlot Dining Hall

Twilight, sat on the left of Celestia, for the past two hours, she had remained silent during the entirety of the conversation between the humans and Celestia, electing to listen as Celestia provided an explanation as to why and how Equestria and her neighbors travelled to this world. Besides the leader of the human delegation sat a secretary, notarizing every detail coming from the mouth of Equestria’s ruler. It was clear that this dinner was as much about establishing diplomatic relations as it was about gathering information about the spectacular appearance of Equestria onto the world stage.
After explaining the story of how Equestria arrived in the human's world and providing a brief summary of her world’s recent history, Celestia and her human guest swapped roles, with her becoming the student of the other civilization’s history.
For the next hour Fred Kirtland would detail the past two centuries of human history, mainly focusing on his home country, the United States of America. Celestia listened in earnest as she heard the tale of a former colonies rise to global greatness, how it had nearly torn itself apart over the issue of slavery, and had achieved unprecedented prosperity.
Celestia was horrified to hear recounted the rise of tyranny in the previous decade and all the horrid crimes that had been committed by the so-called “Axis states” during the recent Second World War. It appeared that King Sombra and Queen Chrysalis had been outdone by the likes of a man named Hitler and his ilk. Celestia had been glad that Equestria had managed to pick just the right time to land in this world. Any earlier and Equestria could’ve been dragged into a horrid war.
“This world’s history is so complex and fascinating. I’ll have to get my hooves on a human history book sometime soon,” though Twilight to herself.
Kirtland continued explaining the world situation. According to him the major powers in the world were the “Big Three,” his own country the United States, the United Kingdom of Great Britain, and the Soviet Union.
“Please tell us more about these countries, good sir,” asked Luna, breaking her silence.
“Well Britain is our former colonial master. As I already mentioned, we achieved our independence from them in the year 1776. Since then we have become close friends, forming a “special relationship,” as some have called it due to our shared cultural and political beliefs. They also have the largest colonial empire on the face of the Earth, comprising about ¼ of the world’s land area.”
This caused Celestia’s eyes to bulge. “We will have to be on good relations with them,” thought Celestia to herself.
“And the Soviets?”
“Well they inhabit a region known formerly as Russia. Their a bunch of communists. Uncle Joe Stalin is an absolute brute. The only reason why we cooperated with that SOB is because we needed him to defeat the Nazis.”
“Why is he so bad?” inquired Celestia, seeking to learn more about the geopolitical actors that existed in this world.
Twilight butted in, “And who are these ‘communists’ you speak of.”
“Well, Stalin is known for being extremely ruthless when dealing with dissidents. He is similar to the King Sombra you mentioned when discussing the Crystal Empire, in the sense that he enslaved his own peoples.”
Turning to Twilight, Kirtland continued, “communists are people who adhere to the political ideology of Communism, more commonly known as Marxism. In a nutshell, they believe that free enterprise is bad and that an economy where the government owns all the businesses with the aim of promoting equality between the classes. It also believes that a totalitarian government need-be established in order to protect the ‘revolution’ from ‘counter-revolutionaries.’”
“Sounds a lot like what Starlight Glimmer tried to do,” thought Twilight to herself. She was impressed by the progress she had made since her redemption. It was a shame that other people were suffering as a result of an ideology similar to what she believed in.
The conversation droned on for several more hours, ranging from discussions about the post-World War II world, culture and sport in the United States and Equestria, and politics in the two countries. As both sides were on the brink of retiring for the evening, Celestia asked Kirtland if he could give her a map of the world, marked of course to indicate where Equestria was located. Kirtland of course obliged, pulling a map out of his pocket. Unfolding it on the table, he scanned for the location of where his ship had landed. Breaking out a pen, he marked a circle in the general area where Equestria was located.
For some reason, this brought some comfort to the three alicorn princesses at the table. It felt comfortable knowing where they were located in the world. Fortunately, they were close enough to a pair of continents named Europe and Africa to facilitate long term trade, while being far enough to be able to enjoy some isolation from any potential threats. Additionally, judging by the maps scale, Equestria’s size was equivalent to a country named “Ireland.”
However, the coming years and decades would prove that no matter the best efforts of Celestia, Equestria couldn’t remain isolated from the human world.

Chapter 5, Part 1

Chapter 5, Part 1: Prelude to a Trip Out Into the New World

March 4, 1946

Royal Castle, Canterlot, Equestria

It had been a full two months since meeting of the Pony World and the Human World. During the time since then, Canterlot had been busy receiving the ambassadors of foreign countries from around the human world. Several times a day, Celestia would greet and accept the foreign representatives, agreeing to hear a brief history from each of the diplomats of their home land. Despite her best efforts to process the information being provided to her, she found herself still in the dark about much of this world’s history and the international situation around the world.

Seeking to find out more about the human world, she established a program to send out representatives all our corners of the world, with two ponies going to each country to study for a month their history, culture, and politics. She had spent the entirety of the month of February vetting her choices in order to ensure that they were the best and the brightest of Equestrian society, with seasoned diplomats, captains of commerce, and even members of the Wonderbolts reserve squad getting selected to travel this new world.

Several of her selections had refused to go upon hearing that in this world ponies and horses are used as beasts of burdens by the human race. This came despite reassurances from governments the world over that the ambassadors wouldn’t be hurt. In the end Celestia had scrambled to fill all of these “diplomatic exploratory missions” by the beginning of March, when they were due to be sent out.

The news of enslaved ponies the world over, prompted an anti-human backlash across Equestria, with Lyra Heartstrings, the leader of the Ponies Interested in Human Culture Organization (PIHCO) getting nearly lynched on one occasion by an irate mob on charges of being a “race traitor.” Celestia had justified her engagement with the human world on the basis that such a policy was necessary for peaceful co-existence between ponykind and humankind. Additionally, Celestia claimed that positive relations would be key to the liberation of ponies who were in bondage, going so far as to promise to the establishment of a “Pony Liberation Fund” whereby Equestria would buy the freedom of ponies around the world.

As March began, the very first ships carrying Equestrian diplomats began to set sail to all the countries of the human world. All except for three countries that is. Celestia had special plans for whom was to go to them.

Chapter 5, Part 2

Chapter 5, Part 2

Twilight and Starlight Glimmer sat in Celestia’s throne room, waiting on the Princess to arrive. According to the aide that had escorted them to the room, Celestia was running a few minutes meeting and greeting the ambassador from Peru, apparently one of the human countries on a continent known as South America.

Twilight had spent the past couple of months largely in Canterlot, helping the Princes handle the introduction of ponykind into the human world. She hadn’t been able to see much of her former enemy turned pupil during that time, instead having to resort to conducting their “Friendship Lessons” via letters. Twilight trusted Starlight, especially after she had saved the kingdom several months earlier from Queen Chrysalis. But she couldn’t help but feel that they were growing distant, something that she desperately sought to avoid. Fortunately, Celestia’s invitation to Starlight Glimmer had enabled the two to catch up on how things are in Ponyville.

According to Starlight, almost everyone had returned to business as usual shortly after the discovery of human kind. The foals were probably the group that remained the most excited about the transformative nature of the event, their childlike curiosity driving them to both wonder and worry about the question of humankind's intentions towards Equestria.

Amongst Twilight’s inner circle of friends there were a variety of reactions, ranging from curiosity to concern. Rarity of course was desperate to get her hooves on human fashion, curiosity driving her (figuratively) mad. Fluttershy was curious about what kind of animals existed in this world, while of course being the frighty pants about the situation that she tended to be. Rainbow Dash still getting oriented to the changed sky, with clouds in this world no longer serving as firm places to land on and take cat naps. Fortunately for Cloudsdale, they still retained the capacity to produce solid clouds and manipulate the weather that came from them, something that greatly impressed the human visitors to Equestria. Applejack on the other hand was less at ease with the entire situation, the Element of Honesty remaining convinced “that something wasn’t right about the humans.” Surprisingly, Pinkie Pie was the one that took the situation the calmest, going so far as to claim in a letter to Twilight that she had already been to this dimension several times when she had “broken the fourth wall.” Whatever that meant was beyond Twilight.

Starlight Glimmer and Spike had been holding up pretty well for themselves. The latter, Twilight’s adopted brother was probably the person she missed the most during the previous month. Hopefully in a few months, she would be able to return to Ponyville for a little bit of R&R with Spike, thought the Princess of Friendship to herself. Starlight had been keeping him company, something that Twilight appreciated.

“It’s a marvelous castle. Even better than I imagined,” said Starlight.

“Wait! You’ve never been to the Canterlot Castle?” asked Twilight, shocked at the fact that in the nearly one year she had mentored Starlight she had never accompanied her to Celestia’s home.

“Nope. I just love the coloring of the walls. There’s just something about it that is really beautiful. That and the tapestries around here are gorgeous,” said Starlight.

Before Twilight could respond, a familiar voice spoke up from behind them.

“I’m pleased that you like the place,” cooed the voice of Princess Celestia.

Immediately, Twilight and Starlight Glimmer turned around and bowed to the Equestrian ruler.

“There’s no need for that. We’re all friends here,” responded Celestia signalling to her friends to rise from their bow.

“I’m honoured to be here, Your Majesty,” said Starlight. “I received your letter and I would like to let you know that I’m ready to do whatever you want me to do for Equestria.”

“I’m glad you’re enthusiastic about your first mission on behalf of my government,” replied Celestia.

“What exactly do you have in mind for us,” asked Twilight, curious as to what adventure Celestia was going to send them on.

“As you are well aware Twilight, I didn’t appoint an ambassador to any of the ‘Big Three Allied Powers.’”

“It seems as though you read my mind,” replied Twilight jokingly.

“There is a method to my madness,” replied Celestia. “I didn’t fill those positions with members of Equestrian society because I wanted to ensure that I had the best and most trustworthy individuals to report back to me about these apparently extremely important nations.”

Pausing, Celestia continued, “In particular, I wanted Princess Luna, Starlight, and you Twilight to respectively journey to the United States, Soviet Union, and the British Empire. I believe that my mission of integrating Equestria into this new world will rely on us being on good terms with these powers. Of course you all will be accompanied by an aide to provide you with assistance during your travels and to educate you about your target country during your journey.”

“Do you accept your missions?” asked the albino ruler.

“Yes, your majesty,” replied Starlight and Twilight at the same time.

“Good. Your ship leaves tomorrow evening for your countries. YOu will be gone for approximately one month. I want you two to take this assignment seriously. You represent Equestria on your journey to peoples who have never seen a talking pony before. Additionally, my diplomatic and geopolitical decisions will be largely based on your recommendations and reports.”

“We won’t let you down,” replied Twilight, ever the eager servant of Celestia.

Chapter 5, Part 3

Later that night,

Celestia’s bedroom

Celestia was readying herself for slumber. Outside her window she could see Luna staring at the moon, just as she did every evening. Ever since their movement to this world, Luna had entered into a state of melancholy. Unlike in their old world, the Moon and Suns raised and lowered themselves, rendering Celestia’s and Luna’s astrological functions obsolete. Fortunately for Celestia she had her work as the head of state to fill her time. Luna, on the other hoof, had nothing to do, with even her ability to see and shape the dreams of Equestrian citizens beyond her powers.

Celestia pitied her once estranged sister. “Hopefully, her upcoming journey to America will provide her with something to keep her happy,” thought Celestia to herself.

Clop, clop, clop.

Her thoughts were suddenly interrupted by the gentle knocking of hooves on her bedroom door. Creaking it open, she found herself looking at Twilight’s worried face.

“Twilight! Please come in. What is it?” asked Celestia, concerned by the worry on her best friend’s face.

Twilight spoke as soon as she had entered Celestia’s room. “I’m worried about Starlight,” said the purple alicorn.

“Why is that my dear Twilight,” responded Celestia.

“I normally never question your decisions. However, this time I think that you may want to reconsider your decision to send Starlight to the Soviet Union.”

“Go on,” urged Celestia.

“Ever since the contact with the human race, I’ve been obsessively reading every material I could obtain from the human diplomats.”

“That’s nothing new,” replied Celestia.

“True, But in my readings of so-called ‘Western’ materials on the Soviet Union, nearly all reports on the country are negative. Even the handful of ‘positive’ materials I could find indicate that the communist government that exists there regularly abuses the rights and the dignity of its citizens.”

“I’m well aware of these reports. In fact that’s why I chose Starlight for the mission to that country. She is very loyal and dependable ever since her reformation. Thus I can count on her to provide an accurate assessment of the country. Don’t you trust your pupils loyalty or abilities, Twilight?”

“I do,” replied Twilight, taken aback at Celestia’s insinuation that she was a distrustful pony. “It’s just that I’m worried for her. Even now, nearly two years removed from her actions in her village she still expresses regret over her actions. I’m afraid that if she is exposed to a government with a similar philosophy as the one that she once held and which is engaged in actions that remind her of what she did, she will regress and begin to feel regret over what she once did. I care too much for her to let that happen to her.”

“I understand, Twilight,” said Celestia.

“You do.” replied Twilight, astonished that Celestia was acknowledging that she was more perceptive.

“Yes indeed. I welcome your candidness as well. Not many former students are willing to tell their mentors when they believe they are in the wrong.”

“So does that mean that you will perhaps change where she is sent?” asked Twilight hopefully.

“No.”

Twilight looked back at Celestia in a visibly confused manner. “Pardon?”

“I said no Twilight. While I appreciate your advice, as always, I’m going to have to decline your recommendation that we reassign Starlight Glimmer. I believe that it is important that she confront an authoritarian egalitarian society so that she can once and forall overcome her regret for her actions in her anti-cutie mark village.”

“Besides, Twilight, cancelling her journey to the Soviet Union would only serve to undermine her confidence. She’s very perceptive you know. She analyzes everything you do. You’re her role model. If you were to even insinuate or imply that you don’t have confidence in her, that would hinder the process of rehabilitating her.”

“I’m sorry, Princess Celestia,” said Twilight as she hung her head down, saddened that she had disappointed Celestia.

“Don’t be Twilight,” said Celestia as she embraced her former student. “You make me proud everyday. When I first took you under my wing, I could have never imagined the great magician, leader, and friend that you would have turned into.”

“Well thanks,” replied Twilight, her cheeks burning as she blushed.

“I’m going to tell you something that I’ve never told anyone in centuries. But you’re going to have to promise not to tell anyone else,” said Celestia, her demeanour suddenly sad.

“You have my word,” promised Twilight.

“You as a student of history are well aware that 500 years ago, I was briefly married to a unicorn knight named Brisk Bronco for a about a decade.”

“Until he passed away without leaving you without a heir..”

“Correct. What you, and indeed the general public don’t know is why we never were able to give birth to an heir.”

Turning back towards Twilight, Celestia continued, “My advisors repeatedly tried to come up with face saving stories, such as me having repeated miscarriages in order to mask the truth.”

Twilight thought she knew where this was headed. She could see the pain in Celestia’s face, her eyes glistening as she fought back tears.

“The truth was that we were never able to have kids because I’m infertile thus will never be able to have my own kids.”

“I’m sorry to hear that,” said Twilight, unsure of what to say to comfort Celestia.

“The point of this story is this: you were the daughter I never was able to have. I would like to thank you for always being there for me and for turning out better than I could have ever dreamed,” said Celestia, tears gently rolling down her face. “Thank you Twilight. I will always love you and be here for you no matter what.”

Twilight, didn’t know what to say in return. So instead she acted, embracing Celestia with her forehooves. Only the gods knew how long they stood there, sharing their tender, tearful embrace. However, they didn’t care. They were two equines who were sharing the greatest gift of all. Love.

Chapter 6, Part 1: Gone to Look for America

Chapter 6, Part 1: Gone to Look for America

Mid-Day, March 10, 1946

New York Harbor, United States of America

As Princess Luna stepped down the gangplank of her boat, she smiled and waved to the tens of thousands strong crowd of cheering humans. She had just taken her first steps in America, a land that would transform her and ultimately Equestria permanently.

For nearly a week she had been on a boat, most of her time spent either feeling seasick or studying up on American history and culture. She had also spent time interacting with the human crew of her boat. Initially, Celestia had planned to send her on an Equestrian Navy vessel. However, Luna had wanted to have an opportunity to get to know the Americans personally. Thus a deal was arranged for the United States government to send a cruise ship out to Equestria in order to transport the Princess of the Night back to America.

She hadn’t regretted that decision. Her time with the crew had proved to be at least as valuable as the books that had been provided to her by the American embassy in Canterlot. She only hoped that the people she met once she landed in America were as kind as the sailors and staff she had gotten to briefly know on her journey to the so-called “superpower.”

Waiting for her at the bottom of the gangplank was a pale man with wire-rimmed glasses whom she instantly recognized from her reading materials as Harry S. Truman, the President of the United States of America.

“It is my honor to welcome you to America, Your Majesty,” said the President.

“The honor is ours, Mr. President,” replied Luna, using the “royal we” in her response, as she extended her hoof out to the man. This shaking of hooves is such an odd custom, thought Luna to herself.

“I’m sure that we will have much to talk about and learn from each other.” said the American President. “Please follow me, I have a car ride through the fine city of New York waiting for us,” said Harry Truman, as he gestured over to the waiting automobiles.

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Four Hours Later

La Guardia Field, New York, USA

Princess Luna and Harry Truman were posing for photographs in front of a machine that the American President informed her was called “an airplane.” Such a machine hadn’t existed in Equestria. There had been no need for machine based air travel, with the Pegasi fulfilling any air transportation related tasks that needed doing. Nonetheless, Luna was enthused about the prospect of trying out the latest in human technology.

The past couple of hours had been spent touring the largest city in America, with breaks being taken to meet and greet members of the American public. Mayor La Guardia of New York, for whom the airfield they were now at was named after, had also accompanied her and the President, identifying and explaining the history behind the major landmarks of the city, with buildings and structures such as the Statue of Liberty, Yankee Stadium, and the ginormous Empire State Building. The last one had impressed her the most. There were no buildings in all of Equestria that could come anywhere close to the size of the behemoth of a building.

Now that her tour of New York City was over, it was time for her to travel with the President to Washington DC, the capital of the United States.

Chapter 6, Part 2

Mid-Day of March 11, 1946

Lincoln Memorial, Washington DC

Princess Luna walked alongside President Truman as they ascended the steps to the memorial for Abraham Lincoln, the 16th American President. Truman had spent the brief car ride over to the Lincoln Memorial telling her about the accomplishments and the deeds of Lincoln, namely his decision to free the black colored humans from slavery.

Luna had found it odd that the humans would separate themselves and enslaved other members of their species on the basis of what color they were. It made as much sense to her as ponies enslaving each other on the basis of their mane color.

Regardless, she was enamored by the courage of this martyred Lincoln, who had sacrificed his life on the behalf of the cause of liberty, an ideal that the humans in America seemed to hold dear to them. In Equestria, citizens were largely free to hold their own viewpoints and beliefs and to publically express them. Indeed, Celestia regularly would host commoners from across the kingdom in order to hear their arguments and pleas before initiating a major policy initiative. However, things were different here in America. The people choose their leader every four years and had a legislature that served to halt anti-democratic or poor policy proposals, something that Celestia didn’t have to deal with.

“Perhaps we have something to learn from the Americans,” thought Luna to herself.

However, despite the greatness that Luna found in this system of governance which the humans called “democracy,” she still had a few qualms about America, namely its treatment of animals. While the treatments of animals, including equines, wasn’t any worse than any other part of the human world, millions of animals still served in bondage to the humans.

Turning to her host as they approached the memorial, she said, “Mr. Truman, may I ask you a question?”

“Certainly, your majesty.”

“This Abraham Lincoln,” she said, pointing to the giant statue that dominated the temple like monument, “during his reign the enslavement of humans was brought to an end. However, despite your government’s professed hatred of slavery, your people, just like humans the world over, own animals, including ponies, as slaves. How is it that you can reconcile these two opposing facts, Mr. President?”

Truman paused for a moment, clearly grasping desperately for a diplomatic means of answering the question. Finally finding the words that he was looking for, he turned to Luna and said, “I know that this bothers you a lot, and understandably so. I want you to understand something, your majesty. The reason we do so, is because the animals in our world are dumb and stupid. They aren’t capable of the emotional and intellectual thoughts that your kind possess. Thus we don’t have a problem exploiting them. Of course we take some steps to protect animals from needless cruelty.”

Luna, visibly irate, replied, “Pardon me, Mr. President. Slavery is inherently cruel and wrong. You can make the cage large, well furnished, and the bars golden. The fundamental truth is that if one is not free to come and go and do as one wishes one is a slave.”

“I understand, your majesty,” replied the American President, trying desperately to defuse the situation. “However, you understand the moral difference between enslaving animals who aren’t intelligent and those-”

“Actually, I don’t. The intelligence of a creature doesn’t determine whether or not they get to enjoy the blessings of liberty. Your own Constitution says that the ‘rights endowed by the Creator are inalienable.’ In the biography that was presented to me by my aides, it said that you were the only American President to not graduate from college in the past 50 years. Would you like someone else taking away your liberty?”

Truman’s anger was boiling up inside of him. The fact that he hadn’t been able to graduate from college had been fodder for his political opponents to attack him during his entire life in politics. However, once his anger subsided, he began to understand what the dark blue equestrian was saying. He suddenly felt ashamed at how his nation, no his own species must look like to the Equestrian people.

“You’re right, Princess Luna. I want you to understand something. Our country isn’t perfect and is full of inconsistencies. Last year, even as our young men were fighting to destroy one of the most barbarically racist governments in history, they were fighting in racially segregated military units. We couldn’t even let our boys fight and die together.”

Turning to look her in the eyes, Truman continued, “In our Constitution, we don’t claim to be a perfect nation. We never will be one. But we strive for as a country is to ‘be a more perfect union.’ There are problems in both of our countries. But I want us to work together going into the future. I hope that we can strive to make our respective countries better and kinder.”

“Perhaps someday, Your Majesty, the ponies of our country will be able to live free just like they do in your country. I simply ask for your nation’s forgiveness for any transgressions we may do against ponykind or other animals and for your nation’s hand in friendness.”

Luna was moved by the President’s words. While she was still repulsed by mankind's treatment of animals the world over, she realized one thing. Despite the problems within America, it unlike many other countries, had proven itself capable of fixing its own shortcomings. That was why this very memorial existed. It wasn’t a mere memorial to a great man to lead a great nation. It was a testament to the capability for a nation founded on a great ideal to right its wrongs.

“On behalf of Equestria I accept your nation’s friendship,” said Luna. “The ideals that have guided your nation have inspired me. I hope that during the course of the next month, I can come to learn more about them. Who knows, maybe Equestria could use some of them.”

“I think I know just the place for you to pursue your studies of our nation’s government,” replied Truman.

Chapter 6, Part 3

Two Hours Later

The Library of Congress

Luna’s mouth was wide open gaping at the sight in front of her. She was thoroughly impressed by the sheer volume of books that she was looking at. “Twilight would be bouncing off of the walls right now. There’s more books than in the Canterlot Royal Library,” she thought.

“I hope you’re impressed,” said Truman. “This is the largest library in the world. Inside here is a collection of government documents from all era’s of America’s existence, along with a collection of various works of literature from our civilization. I think that you will find that this will satisfy your thirst for knowledge about our nation's history and structure of government.”

“Thank you!” said Luna, visibly happy at the prospect of being to explore the seemingly rich history of the world’s oldest existing democratic republic.

“Of course, this won’t be the only thing you will be doing while here in America,” continued the President. “During the coming month, we’ll be continuing to establish the foundations of what I believe is an essential and potentially mutually beneficial relationship. Additionally, I have been receiving daily phone calls from the various newspapers in this country. They are desperate to learn more about you and your country.”

“I’d gladly talk to them,” replied Luna.

“It seems as though my country has been infected with what many pundits are calling ‘ponymania.’ I hope you don’t mind touring this country with me in the coming weeks.”

“I’d be honoured to tour this country of yours. I’ve heard that it has beautiful scenery and even more beautiful people.”

Truman hadn’t seen this much enthusiasm for America from even the most ardent patriots. “That’s wonderful to hear, Your Majesty.”

To Princess Luna and President Truman it appeared that Equestria and America were destined to do great things together as the beginning of the second half of the 20th century loomed. Only time would tell whether or not such sentiments would turn out to be true.

Chapter 7, Part 1: Twilight in the 1,000 Year Empire

Chapter 7: Twilight in the 1,000 Year Empire

Meanwhile,

Buckingham Palace, London, United Kingdom

Twilight sat across from George VI, the reigning British King. For the past three hours, they had been sequestered from their aides, getting to know more about each other and their respective countries. Twilight, was already familiar with much of the recent history of the British Empire from the copious amount of books that she had read on her journey to the island nation.

She was impressed by how the nation had expanded to control ¼ of the world’s land area and population, and its impressive stand against Germany during the Second World War. While she was aware of many of the British Empire's abuses in the past (i.e. their previous support for slavery, their treatment of indigenous peoples in the colonies) she was nonetheless impressed by the British people’s positive impact on the world, serving as the cradle of limited government, modern constitutional monarchy, and parliamentary democracy. She of course didn’t believe that Equestria needed to have such a form of government (after all, Celestia’s was just, competent, and benevolent in her behavior), she believed that such a model had served Britain well, giving the people a say in how their government was run while keeping the monarchy firmly in charge.

However, in the recent two centuries, the power of the monarchy had been radically reduced, with the Prime Minister holding all effective decision making power. Twilight, wasn’t too keen on this, her positive experience with Celestia causing her to favor having a benevolent monarchy in the lead of the country. However, she realized that it wasn’t her place to judge the British people and how they ran the country. After 1,000 years of experimenting, they’ve come to this political order, clearly it seems to have worked for them, thought Twilight to herself.

“This tea is impressive,” said Twilight, savouring the drink that she and the British monarch were enjoying together. “Where is it from?”

“India,” replied George VI, his jovial demeanor being replaced with a more serious one.

“Oh,” said Twilight, blushing at her awkwardness.

“Of course, I visit a foreign nation and proceed to remind them of their humiliating retreat from their ‘crown jewel.’” thought Twilight to herself.

She was vaguely aware of the British plan to withdraw from the Indian sub-continent, this decision driven by the growing agitation caused by an individual named Gandhi. Based on her readings on the subject, she believed that it was probably best for the people of India to be independent from British rule. Still, she lamented the decline of a new friend of Equestria.

Seeking to pivot away from the impasse, Twilight said, “It is an honor to be able to visit your country. During the drive from the port I saw much of your capital's famed beautiful architecture and statues.”

“Did you?” responded the British King, his British accent reminding her of Octavia, the cellist from Ponyville.

“Yes I did. In particular, I did enjoy the ‘Big Ben’ clocktower. I can imagine that it’s an impressive piece of engineering.”

“Yes, indeed.”

“I’m a massive fan of books and literature. I’ve heard that you’re country has produced much great literature,” said Twilight, hoping to ingratiate herself with the British monarch.

“Yes, we have,” said King George. Suddenly he stood up and turned to the bookshelf behind him. “As you can see, I have quite the extensive collection right here. Would you like to have some of them. I mean just for your one month in our country.”

“Certainly,” said Twilight, her voice beaming with excitement, the prospect of being able to read human literature giving her a surge of energy. While she had enjoyed the history books that she had voraciously consumed during her trip to Britain, she was eager to get her hands on her first human novel.

“May I have one of your novels?” asked the purple alicorn princess.

“Most definitely. I think that you will find these two books most enjoyable,” said George as he handed two hard covered books over to her.

Twilight hovered them in front of her. On her left was a book written by a Charles Dickens titled Oliver Twist and another called War and Peace, written by a Leo Tolstoy.

“Thank you very much for your generosity. Without spoiling the ending, could you tell me what they are about,” asked Twilight, ever thankful for the generous gift that she had been given.

“The first one is about a young orphan boy who grew up in the Victorian era and the later is about the Napoleonic Wars which were-”

“Between the French and the Allied Coalitions led by Britain,” said Twilight, showing off her knowledge of British history to her host.

“Yes, I was about to say that,” said the British ruler, somewhat annoyed at being cut off by a horse. “If you wish to learn about our more recent history, namely our experience during World War II, I’d be happy to help educate you about the topic. Oh, and after your meeting with Prime Minister Attlee, I encourage you to meet with Winston Churchill, our head of government during the conflict. He’s tough as nails, and if there is one person I’d love to hear tell a personal story, then it is him.

“I’ll have to remember that, Your Majesty. It has been an honour to meet you and my country looks forward to forging a close relationship with your nation,” said Twilight, bowing to her regal guest.

“The feeling is mutual, Princess Twilight.”

Chapter 7, Part 2

March 13, 1946

Churchill’s Residence, London, United Kingdom

“You could say that Mr. Attlee is a modest man, with much to be modest about!” snarked the Winston Churchill, the formed British Prime Minister.

Normally, Twilight wouldn’t laugh at such rude humour but this time she couldn’t stifle her urge to laugh, her mouth eliciting a giggle. Her meeting the previous day with the new British Prime Minister had seemingly dragged on forever. While Twilight normally enjoyed detailed policy discussions, her meeting with Attlee was something of another nature. The man was an utter drag and any attempts at trying to liven the conversation went nowhere.

While Twilight had tried to focus the conversation on the big picture, such as how Britain and Equestria should work together on managing the “Human-Equestrian (cultural/technological) Exchange” or how Equestria could help Britain recover from the effects of World War II, Attlee had been focused on relatively unimportant, side issues, such as the details of several trade deals that he had proposed to the visiting princess.

“He wasn’t exactly my cup of tea, as you British folk would say,” said Twilight.

“Well, he’s a well intentioned man, that’s to be sure,” replied Churchill.

Twilight, nodded her head affirmatively. Despite the boring nature of her discussions with the incumbent British Prime Minister, she did concede that Attlee took his responsibilities seriously. Besides, she had a tendency to be socially awkward, herself.

Nonetheless, she was ready to admit that her favorite portion of her trip to the United Kingdom had been her discussions from Winston Churchill. She could understand why he had been so lionized in the books and newspaper articles that she had read on the man. The way he told stories from his life and about British history filled her with awe not just of Churchill, but Britain like no text ever could.

She was impressed at how he had been on so many adventures throughout his life, and how he had overcome every setback he had encountered, from his dismal from the government after his failure at Gallipoli to his victory over Hitler’s Germany, she had noticed one overarching character trait. Persistence.

“Now that I’ve told you about my life story, why don’t you take a crack at it,” replied Churchill.

Twilight blushed. Normally, she wouldn’t be this bashful about her marvelous life, however it seemed rather modest compared to the life story of her host. Nonetheless, she obliged Churchill, telling of her youth growing up with her loving family members in Canterlot, her magic training under Celestia, and her adventures with her Ponyville friends on the behalf of Equestria.

When she finished, Churchill sat quietly for a second. Then he quipped, “I see that you’ve been rather busy lately.”

Twilight burst out laughing at his humour.

After they both exchanged a good laugh, Churchill added in a more serious tone, “However, I do envy your childhood.”

“Why is that sir? You grew up as a part of the nobility of this great country. I was only a mere unicorn and a commoner in my country.”

“While both of those statements are true, they miss the essence of being human, Ms. Sparkle. The greatest gift in life is the love of your loved ones. You were raised by two kind parents, who, from what I was able to glean, were always there for you. My parents on the other hand, were hardly there for me. My father buried himself in his work for the government and my mother pawned me off to our nanny. I could go for several days without seeing my parents sometimes.”

“I’m sorry to hear that,” replied Twilight, trying to comfort her guest.

“Oh, it’s okay, there is no point in me engaging in self-pity,” said Churchill.

“If it will help, you’ve got me to talk to,” Twilight.

“Thank you dear. While, you’re in the my country feel free to visit or even call me at anytime.”

“I will make sure to do so, at least when I’m not trapped in diplomatic meetings and making public appearances across the country,” joked Twilight.

Twilight, the Princess of Friendship, had once again done what she does best: making new friends.

Chapter 8, Part 1: Starlight in the Workers Paradise

Chapter 8: Starlight in the Workers Paradise

March 15, 1946

Sevastopol, Russian SFSR, Soviet Union

Starlight Glimmer walked down the gangplank of her ship towards the large crowd of Soviet citizens waiting to greet her. While she couldn’t understand nearly any of the signs and banners (they were written in what she guessed was Russian), she could guess that they were inscribed with messages of friendship.

At the base of the gangplank stood a collection of men dressed in what appeared to be military uniforms and suits. This must be my welcoming party, thought Starlight Glimmer to herself. The prospect of traveling and studying the Soviet Union filled her with both excitement and dread. On one hoof, she was excited at the opportunity to impress Celestia by making a good impression upon a foreign peoples for Equestria. On the other hoof, she was nervous about visiting the so-called “Workers Paradise.” It’s emphasis on militant egalitarianism and the methods utilized by it to control its population reminded her of her time as the leader of her anti-cutie mark village and all the horrid things that she had done to people who viewed her as their savior and friend.

Her internal conflict was temporarily interrupted by her greeting party.

“Hello, my name is Papov Valentovich of the Soviet Foreign Ministry. You must me Starlight Glimmer, Equestria’s ambassador to the Union of the Soviet Socialist Republics. I’ll be your guide as you explore our vast land.”

“I’m honored to be visiting your country and establishing positive relations between our two peoples,” replied Starlight Glimmer, using the line she had rehearsed nearly a thousand times in her head.

“I’m sure that you’re wondering why Comrade Stalin wasn’t able to greet you himself,” said the blonde haired Russian human.

“Actually I was-”

“Unfortunately some important economic planning meeting had to be moved forward. I hope you understand.”

Starlight Glimmer felt as if she had been snubbed by the mustached Soviet strongman. However, she saw no point in protesting to her host. “Oh, it's no big deal,” she lied.

“I’m glad that you are so understanding. I’m sure that you and Comrade Stalin will find each other’s company most enjoyable.”`

Chapter 8, Part 2

Two Hours Later,

Southern Ukrainian SSR, Aboard a train headed from Sevastopol to Moscow

Starlight Glimmer stared out the train cars window, taking in the scenery. She was amazed by the fact that in this human world, the trees and the weather were fully autonomous and out of the control of the humans. Back in Equestria, these were entirely under the control of the equine residents of that fair land. Starlight turned her attention away from the scenery and towards Valentovich.

“How long did you say that this train ride would be?” asked Starlight.

Her human guide looked up from his book, What is to be Done? “Approximately 30 hours, not counting the handful of breaks that we will be taking at secure locations in the countryside.”

“Secure locations? Are we in some kind of danger?” asked Starlight.

“Oh no,” replied Valentovich. “The NKVD, our state security apparatus, simply wants to be abundantly cautious. The appearance of a magical unicorn in the countryside could provoke violence from some of our more superstitious rural folk.”

“I’m sure that the sizable detachment of soldiers that are assigned to protect us could deal with any vigilante,” said Starlight, referring to the contingent of nearly two dozen Red Army soldiers in the adjacent train cars.

“My instructions were to get you to Moscow and to obey the pre-approved route,” replied Valentovich, curtly.

Starlight simply nodded her assent. It’s not like she had much of a choice.

Author's Notes:

Sorry for the lack of update yesterday. I was busy with homework and school. I'll try to stay to my daily upload schedule.

Chapter 8, Part 3

Three Hours Later

Eastern Ukraine, 20 miles south of Donetsk, Aboard a train from Sevastopol to Moscow

Starlight’s bored staring out of her window was suddenly interrupted by a horrific scene. Out on the horizon she saw the burnt out remains of a village. A moment later, a patch of trees cut off her view of the now dead village.

“Did you see that?” asked Starlight.

“What was it?” replied Valentovich, oblivious to what Starlight had observed.

“It was a burnt out village.”

“Yah? You’ll see a lot of those here in the Ukraine,” said the Soviet, clearly surprised that it had taken Starlight Glimmer this long to notice the damage of the recently passed Great Patriotic War. “I thought that you had seen the damage done to Sevastopol during our car ride to the train station?”

“Yes, but I had known that there had been a prolonged battle there during the recent World War. However, I didn’t imagine that the fighting would come to such a remote and seemingly unimportant location,” replied Starlight, shocked and appalled that a village, no larger than the one she had once led, had been totally destroyed in the course of a war.

“When the fascist dogs invaded our homeland, they fought like ferocious savages,” said Valentovich. “It was a war of racial extermination. They fought the elimination of the Soviet peoples so that they could conquer and resettle our homeland. It’s a good thing that they were beaten back.”

“I agree,”

In the reading materials she had studied during her naval voyage Starlight had learned a lot about the recent war. Among the materials provided to her about the fighting on the Eastern Front, the majority of them Soviet, she had been most moved by a collection of photographs that depicted the atrocities that had been committed by the Axis forces in the East. Words had provided her with information about the anti-Jewish and anti-Slavic policies of the Nazis. However pictures of Germany’s atrocities had struck a nerve with her. These pictures of malnourished human beings who looked like nothing more than skeletons provided a glimpse into the depravity that mankind humankind was possible.

While she didn’t like the vengeful policies that the Soviet Union pursued with the defeated Germans, as Starlight Glimmer saw more of the consequences of German occupation policy, she had grown more understanding of why the Soviets sought such harsh policies. She only hoped that the victorious allies would try to turn a former enemy into a friend.

Chapter 8, Part 4

March 18, 1946

Kremlin, Moscow, Soviet Union

“Ah, where are my manners,” said the mustached man, as he reached for the clear bottle between him and Starlight Glimmer. “I’m sure you're thirsty after your long trip. Would you like to have a drink of vodka?”

“No thanks, I’m not a drinker,” said Starlight Glimmer. Her father had been an alcoholic. The sight of him stumbling home at night had been enough to keep her from ever taking a sip of the infernal beverage.

“Ah, well you know as they say, ‘more for me,’” replied Josef Stalin, her host.

The two of them had already exchanged gifts and posed for pictures. Now that they had gotten the standard diplomatic protocols done with, they could get to the task at hand: establishing cordial diplomatic relations between their countries and learning more about each other societies. However, given what Starlight had read about the Soviet Union from Western sources, she sensed that Stalin’s description of his homeland would drastically differ from the reality that his people had to live through.

“I’m honored to have such a beautiful and majestic creature such as you as my guest,” said the Soviet leader as she downed a shot of vodka.

“Well thanks,” replied Starlight, blushing a little.

“From the report provided to me by your guide, I’ve gathered that you’re an avid reader of history and political texts,” said Stalin.

“Well, I personally prefer fiction over non-fiction. However, I had to study up on your nation’s history before coming here to represent Equestria.”

Stalin paused to draw on his pipe, his jovial demeanor changing into a more neutral expression. “What were the origins of these sources?” inquired the Soviet leader.

Sensing that their friendly banter was turning into an interrogation, Starlight sat up in order to avoid giving the impression that she intimidated by the Soviet strongman.

“I read a variety of sources, some of which were provided by your embassy in Canterlot. The others were provided by other foreign countries, mainly the United States and the United Kingdom. Let’s just say that their depiction of your government’s treatment of its citizens was less glowing than the literature penned by Soviet authors.”

Stalin glared at Starlight. She clearly capable of independent thought and wasn’t afraid to voice her objections to Stalin, something that the Marxist dictator wasn’t used to when dealing with others.

“Don’t get to enamored with the capitalistic states. Despite their feigned concerns over ‘human rights,’ let they are amongst the chief abusers in the contemporary world. The British had gone about establishing a global empire, and the Americans run their poor to the ground, just so the elites and the rich can make themselves richer. Right now, the capitalist class is mercilessly exploiting horses like you-”

“Spare me the rant,” said Starlight, interrupting the Soviet leader. “You’re country also utilizes animal labour, just like all human countries do. Additionally, from what I’ve gleaned from other human countries, the Americans and the British, despite their flaws, are still committed to generally respecting the rights of their citizens. The same cannot be said about your own country.”

The two individuals sat there, their gazes locked on each other, neither wanting to be the first to break eye contact. Their stare off was interrupted by the opening of the solitary door to the Soviet leader's office. Standing in the doorway was a man in some sort of uniform was a man with a receding hairline and a pair of wire rimmed glasses.

“Ah, Lavrentiy, good to see you,” said Stalin, turning to greet the man.

Realizing that he was interrupting the much anticipated meeting with the Equestrian diplomat, the man began to apologize profusely. However, Stalin would have none of it.

“Please come in. I’m sure that my guest would be most pleased to meet you. Our ‘delightful’ little conversation was getting a bit dull,” said Stalin sarcastically.

“Well then,” said the uniformed man, as he approached Starlight Glimmer. “My name is Lavrentiy Beria, head of the NKVD, our nation's security service. And what would your name be, darling.”

“My name is-”

“Starlight Glimmer,” said Beria, finishing her sentence for her.

“How did you know my name?” responded Starlight Glimmer, astonished and creeped by the fact that this complete stranger knew her name.

“Let’s just say, that I have my methods,” replied Beria, coyly. “However, I didn’t mean to interrupt. I’ll let you and Comrade Stalin continue your dialogue. Hopefully we can talk later.”

“Certainly, sir,” said Starlight as she extended her hoof.

“As the French would say, adieu,” said Beria as he bent down to shake her hoof. As he did so, he raised her hoof up to his mouth before proceeding to kiss it.

This took Starlight aback. Perhaps she had imagined it, but she thought that she had seen a lustful glimmer in his eyes. Before she could say anything, the mysterious and strange man known as Lavrentiy Beria was out the door.

“He was quite the charmer,” said Stalin, teasing her.

Starlight, sat there stunned. How did he know her name? Had she been spied on in Equestria? That couldn’t have been possible. There is no way the Soviets could have known that she was going to be the diplomat sent to the Soviet Union. He must have found out my name by asking my guide, or perhaps even Stalin himself. After all, Celestia had informed the Soviets of not only the fact that she was sending a diplomat to the Soviet Union but also some basic information about her.

As a wise man once said, “Russia is a riddle, wrapped in a mystery, inside an enigma.” Starlight, intended to find out more about this mysterious land. One way or another.

Chapter 9: A Report to Celestia

Chapter 9: A Report to Celestia

April 29, 1946

Celestia’s Throne Room, Canterlot, Equestria

“You have exceeded by expectations Starlight Glimmer,” said Celestia as she looking glowingly upon the light purple unicorn.

“Thank you,” replied Starlight. She was proud that Celestia had enjoyed reading her report on the Soviet Union.

“Your report was very extensive about the your findings in the Soviet Union,” said the alicorn Princess. “However, you say that your ‘ability to gather objective information about the human rights situation in the Soviet Union was limited by your guides.’ What did you mean by that?”

“Well,” said Starlight, “when I tried to move go off the pre-approved tour routes and attempt to talk to the commoners, by guide halted me. On one occasion, my armed escort forcibly beat some individuals who rushed up to meet me. I recognized what they were trying to do. They were trying to keep me from potentially discovering from the locales the reality of the human rights situation. I utilized those same tactics whenever a visitor came to the village that I used to run.”

“You’re right, this is suspicious. In Twilight’s visit to Britain and Luna’s visit to America, they were able to freely travel around the country. Indeed, in Luna’s report on America, she lists her favorite moment as ‘when I got to meet American elementary students.’ According to her notes, this was actually done at her behest. In other words, the Americans didn’t pre-plan the meeting.”

“Also,” started Starlight, “while in the Soviet Union, I saw something that I’ll never forget.”

“What would that be?”

“While we were driving around Leningrad, I saw a woman and her child get dragged out of her home by a group of uniformed men from the NKVD. My guide claimed that she was ‘undoubtedly a member of a foreign spy ring.’ For some reason, I didn’t believe him. The terror and fear on her and her daughter's face was heartbreaking. Besides, if she was guilty, why would they arrest her daughter to?”

“I’m sorry you had to see that-” began Celestia.

“It’s okay,” replied Starlight. “I wanted to know if what I had read about Stalin’s brutality was true. Unfortunately, it turns out to have been entirely true.”

“I’m sure it must have been difficult Starlight,” said Celestia, trying to comfort Starlight. “You did our nation a great service going there and reporting back on what you were able to observe. The information, you and countless other ponies have provided me over the past couple weeks about the world around us has been instrumental in providing me with a clearer understanding of the human world.”

“I’m glad I could be of help for you,” replied Starlight.

“And I’m glad to have someone as dutiful as you working for me. Your talents and your personality are amazing. I’m certain that they will be of use in the near future for Equestria.”

“You really think so?” asked Starlight, both enthused and nervous at the prospect of increased responsibility.

“I know so, Starlight. However, our discussions about your future await another time. I believe that you have several amazing friends waiting for you back in Ponyville and a whole lot of catching up to do.”

“Until we meet again, farewell, your Majesty.”

“Farewell Ms. Glimmer.”

Chapter 10, Part 1: A Slice of Life: Starlight (and a little Derpy on the side)

Chapter 10: A Slice of Life- Starlight (and a little Derpy on the side)

Two Years Later, March 8, 1948

Twilight Sparkle’s Castle, Ponyville, Equestria

“Think quick! Teleportation spell!” yelled Twilight as she suddenly woke Starlight from her sleep.

Immediately Starlight cast the spell that she had been trying to perfect for years. Instantly, she appeared in the middle of Sugarcube Corner, surprising Pinkie Pie.

“Hello there Starlight,” said the always bubbly party planner.

Before Starlight could respond, Twilight appeared right next to her in a flash of light. “Good reaction time there Starlight. You’ve really mastered the teleportation spell.”

“Thanks Twilight. So what’s our next lesson?” asked the student of her master.

“Well I was actually thinking of giving you the day off. You’ve been hard at work honing and perfecting your magical abilities. I was going to go up to Canterlot later this afternoon to meet with Celestia to mark the opening of the Canterlot Airport and to discuss foreign policy issues. If you want, you can come with me to Canterlot and perhaps when we get done we could tour the National Museum. They have a fascinating new exhibit on Griffinstone Art.”

“I’m sure it’s interesting Twilight. However, I was thinking about staying here in Ponyville. Perhaps do some house cleaning, perhaps write a letter of two to my friends back in the village.”

“Ok, whatever makes you happy,” said Twilight. “Tomorrow, we’ll hit the books.”

Twilight and Starlight then trotted out the door, barely avoiding a collision the crossed eyed grey haired pegasus that came flying in.

“Is my order of muffins ready?” asked the clumsy mailmare.

“Sure thing, Derpy,” said Pinkie Pie.

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Chapter 10, Part 2

A few minutes later,
Outside Sugarcube Corner

Derpy finished off the last of her muffins. Carrying in her plate, she gently placed it on the counter, before trotting outside. She made it a habit to eat breakfast there every morning before beginning her daily routine of delivering everypony's mail. Grabbing her full mail satchel, she began to make her rounds in Ponyville.

Derpy Hooves considered herself blessed, despite her annoying eye problem, something which caused her to have difficulty in judging speed and distance, both of which were extremely important to pegasi. She knew that in spite of this health problem, she was loved by a kind colt named Dr. Whooves and by their daughter Dinky Hooves. Additionally, despite all of the hatred and hostility that came from several of the village ponies, some of whom derided her as a “whore” for having a child out of wedlock and others who called her “retarded” because of her googly eyes, unique voice, and bubbly personality, she knew that she always had loving and supportive friends in ponies such as Rainbow Dash and Carrot Top.

She remembered back in high school how the bullies had mistreated her for her looks and personality. While the boys wouldn’t dare lay hands on her for fear of getting penalized for hitting a filly, it was the girls that she had to sorry about. Nearly every girl at Cloudsdale High had attacked and picked on her, both verbally and physically. However during her junior year, Rainbow Dash, ever the fighter that she was, intervened to defend her from the bullies. From that day onward, the bullies left her alone.

In many ways, she owed much of what she had to the rainbow maned pegasus. After Dashie extended her protection to Derpy, she became more outgoing, abandoning her formerly shy personality and proceeding to make several friends. As she approached Twilight’s castle, she looked up at the rainbow colored band that streaked across the sky. She knew that no matter what happened Rainbow Dash would be there to protect her.

Chapter 10, Part 3

Starlight Glimmer answered the door. Staring back at her was Derpy Hooves, a letter in her mouth. Starlight took the letter with her magical horn, thanked the mailmare, and returned to her room. Twilight and Spike had already gone off to Canterlot, leaving her home alone.

Upon checking the sending address, her heart fluttered. She had once again gotten a letter from her “friend” Sunburst of the Crystal Empire. Ever since they had reconnected after the drama surrounding the crystalling of Flurry Heart, the heir to the Crystal Empire's throne, they had remained in regular contact, largely through the usage of letters. However, in recent months, as Starlight had gotten better at her teleportation spell and had improved the range and accuracy at which she could teleport, she had begun to engage in secret late night rendezvous with her lover.

While the meetings had been completely innocent thus far, she wanted to take their relationship to the next level and formally begin dating openly. Sunburst had thus far insisted on keeping their relationship private, officially because he wanted to avoid getting teased by his friends for being in a long distance relationship. However, Starlight sensed that the real reason for his desire for discretion was that he didn’t want to be publicly associated with someone like Starlight, who, despite her actions in the defense of the Crystal Empire and Equestria, was still viewed by many in Equestrian society as a criminal due to her actions in the “anti-Cutie Mark Commune.”

Starlight nonetheless respected his wishes and had kept their meet ups for the middle of the night, swiftly teleporting herself to Sunburst’s home in the Crystal Empire before returning back home. She hated lying to Twilight about why she was almost always tired. Even though she meant no harm with her lies, she still felt bad about deceiving Twilight, her mentor and savior.

Chapter 10, Part 4

One Hour Later,
Sunburst’s Study, Crystal Empire

Sunburst was hard at work learning and memorizing new spells from the textbook that his teacher, Princess Cadance, had provided him. While Levitation Spells for Dummies was a dry read. He still appreciated the fact that she, the busy head of state of a country, had taken time to train him as her personal student.

Rising from his chair, he walked to the center of the room. He would need a lot of room for the self-levitation spell that he was about to perform. He had seen Starlight perform the spell countless times. Now it came his turn. Charging up his horn, he prepared to focus his magical energy on himself.

Suddenly, his studying was interrupted by a bright flash of light that came from behind him. Losing his concentration, he accidentally fired a magic beam into the wall in front of him, leaving a sizable pockmark that he would have to fix.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you,” said a sweet and instantly recognizable voice from behind him.

“Think nothing of it, Starlight,” replied Sunburst as he turned around to face his girlfriend. “I’m just glad that you’re visiting me.”

“I hope that I’m not interrupting anything important,” said Starlight.

“Oh, I was just practicing a spell that I’ve been struggling with. I have a test coming up tomorrow.”

“What spell would that be?” inquired Starlight.

“Oh just the standard self-levitation spell.”

“If you want, I could help you with it. I don’t mean to toot my own horn too much, however you could say that I’m a bit of a pro at that spell.” said Starlight, offering her expertise in magic to her boyfriend.

“I think I may have to take you up on that offer.”

Chapter 10, Part 5

Three Hours Later,

Starlight and Sunburst were passionately kissing each other in the solitary chair in his study. What had started off as a innocent tutoring session had morphed into a passionate evening of romance and love.
It had all started right after Starlight helped Sunburst master the self-levitating spell. She had decided to “reward” him with a light peck on the cheek. He had returned the innocuous first kiss with a swift kiss on her lips. Before they knew it, they were planting kisses all over each other's face and necks.
Pulling back from their makeout session, Starlight wordlessly let Sunburst know that she was interested in something more intellectual than their hour long kissing and flirting session.
“Sunburst, I want to ask you a serious question and I want you to answer honestly,” said the light purple unicorn.
“Anything,” responded Sunburst, concerned that this interruption in their romantic kissing was due to something that he had done wrong.

“I understand and respect the real reason why you don’t want people to know that we’re dating. If I were in your shoes I-”

“Starlight, the reason that I want to keep our relationship secret has nothing to do with your past.”

“Please listen to me, Sunburst,” said Starlight, clearly annoyed at getting interrupted.

“Go ahead.”

“If you want to keep our relationship a secret, then I’ll be completely understanding. However, it just feels wrong to me to keep something that is so important to us and something so beautiful as love hidden from our friends.”

“I understand. I think that from here on out, we’ll start dating publicly. I was kind of getting tired of us having to always rush our meetings at night,” replied Sunburst.

“Well that was easy,” said Starlight. She had expected a massive spat to emerge from this conversation. Much to her surprise Sunburst had been completely supportive of her position. However, Starlight knew that when life gave you lemons, you were supposed to make lemonade.

“So...” she asked seductively, as she leaned back in towards Sunburst. “What should our couple name be?”

“How about ‘Starburst,’” replied her lover.

“Works for me,” she said as their lips locked in a kiss.

Chapter 10, Part 6

Five Hours Later,

Twilight’s Castle, Ponyville

When Twilight walked into Starlight’s upstairs room she noticed that her student had an unusual look on her face. Instead of her usual serious expression, she had a more relaxed demeanor, almost as if she was both in a state of physical and mental contentment about something.

“It’s probably nothing,” though Twilight to herself.

“Howdy there,” she said aloud to Starlight.

Starlight turned suddenly to her, her startled expression letting Twilight know that she had in fact interrupted some thought or daydream.

“I see that you’re back from Canterlot already. How was it?”

“It was rather impressive. Celestia gave a marvelous speech about the need for easy travel between Equestria and the human world and how human inventions such as the aeroplane would bring us together. Really a standard speech from Celestia.”

“If the pegasi can fly, why do we need airplanes?” asked Starlight, uncertain of whether or not that was a dumb question to ask.

“Well the humans can’t fly, silly,” said Twilight jokingly. “Besides, the human continents are too far away for the pegasi to fly towards without having a place to stop off.”

“Duh, I can’t believe that I didn’t think of that myself,” said Starlight, feeling rather thick for not having made the connection.

Continuing with her explanation, Twilight said, “Celestia hopes that this will result in massive amounts of human tourism and thus boost the economy, especially in places such as Canterlot and Manehattan. Additionally, it will allow us to train ponies in flying aircraft, thus enabling us to transport ponies around the world for business and tourism. You really should go to Britain sometime.”

Starlight discreetly rolled her eyes. For the past two years, Twilight had done nothing but go on and on about the greatness of Great Britain. They had even adopted the British custom of drinking tea everyday in the afternoon. While Starlight was happy that Twilight had found an interest that fascinated her, Twi’s Anglophilia was starting to get to annoy even her most loyal student.

“What about you?” asked Twilight, expecting her pupil to describe a relatively placid and event free day cooped up in the castle.

“Oh nothing much. I just teleported directly to the Crystal Empire and back,” said Starlight sarcastically.

“Wait- you mean to tell me that you can teleport all the way across Equestria.?! The only other pony I know that can do this is Celestia! Why didn’t you tell me about this,” said Twilight.

“Well i didn’t have a good excuse to explain why I was making secret rendezvous to our neighbor to the north,” said Starlight, teasing Twilight by withholding information.

“That’s a good question. Why were you going off to the Crystal Empire without first telling me?” asked Twilight.

Starlight was taken aback at Twilight’s harsh tone. She felt as though Twilight believed that Starlight was obligated to report all of her comings and goings. She almost as if Twilight didn’t trust her despite her years of good behavior.

Attempting to keep her anger in check, she said, “I didn’t tell you because I didn’t realize that you viewed me as a child who had to be nannied.”

“You know that’s not true!” replied Twilight sternly.

“I don’t know Twilight. Is it?” said Starlight as she got off of her bed and stood face to face, nostril to nostril with Twilight.

Twilight was taken by surprise at the sudden dark turn this conversation had taken. “Starlight, I’m surprised at your-”

“What? My behavior. What’s the matter Twilight?! Are you not used to having me continuously worshipping you and saying ‘thank you for redeeming me Twilight’ or ‘I don’t know where I’d be without you?’”

Twilight, took a step back from Starlight. She could see the veins in her neck bulging in anger at her. “Starlight you know that’s not true.”

“Really then,” said Starlight, slowly advancing upon Twilight, her head lowered as she glared upwards at her alicorn mentor, her pose almost like a bull ready to charge.

“Explain to me this then, Twilight. How come, despite mastering countless magical skills, despite having completely reformed myself, despite working with you on several occasions to fend off monster attacks on Ponyville from the Evergreen Forest, you still view me as your student. Why can’t I assume greater responsibilities like helping you guys out on ‘Friendship Missions’ or performing other heroic tasks. Why am I still here, trotting in circles, doing nothing of meaning of value in Ponyville?”

“Look, Starlight please-”

“Don’t ‘Starlight please’ me, Twilight. I think I know the real reason that you don’t trust me is-”

“I trust you with my life!”

“DONT. INTERRUPT. ME.” replied Starlight, taking time to forcefully enunciate every word as she glared at Twilight.

“I think that the real reason that you don’t want me to assume greater responsibilities is that you’re afraid that I’ll outshine you! You’re afraid that your ‘moment in the sun’ as the Princess of Friendship will taken away if there were to be a new magical unicorn hero.”

“STARLIGHT! COULD YOU PLEASE SHUT UP FOR A MOMENT!” yelled Twilight with such a volume as to get the angry Starlight to jump backwards out of fright.

“Do you want to know why me and Celestia haven’t given you any greater responsibility?” asked Twilight angrily.

Not giving Starlight time to answer, she continued, “The reason is very plain and simple. We don’t know what role to give you. We already have enough alicorn princesses at the moment, the Elements of Harmony can only be wielded by me and my five closest friends. We want to give you greater responsibilities, but we are uncertain about what role would maximize your powers.”

Continuing, she said, “One, you’re skilled at observation and persuading people to support your beliefs, as demonstrated by the sizeable population of ponies you were able to convert to your village in the past. However, any diplomatic assignment overseas would waste your magical potential. Two, We could have you tour the kingdom protecting against monster attacks, however, that wouldn’t be a radical change from what you’ve been doing over the past couple of years. Three, there are no other jobs or tasks here in Equestria that would allow us to employ your magical skills and your profound leadership skills.”

“Are you happy now that you’ve received an explanation about why you’re ‘stuck here doing nothing?’”

Starlight, could feel a burning sensation on her face. She realized that she was blushing.

Lowering her head in shame, she said, “I’m sorry Twilight. I just don’t know what got into me. I’ve just been frustrated that’s all. I want to make a difference in the world by helping ponies in the same way that you do. I was just a little jealous and resentful. Please forgive me Twilight.”

“I forgive you,” said Twilight. “I want you to know that I trust you and think you’re amazing. Someday you’ll do amazing things that I couldn’t hold a candle to.”

“Thanks Twilight,” said Starlight as she embraced her teacher and friend.

“If there is ever anything that is bothering you or that you want to talk about, let me know.”

Wiping a tear away from her eye. Starlight stepped back from Twilight. “Do you still want to know why I went to the Crystal Empire?”

“Only if you feel comfortable doing so,” replied Twilight, hoping to remind Starlight that she respected her privacy.

“I was visiting Sunburst, my-” she stuttered, “-my boyfriend.”

Twilight’s eyes widened in surprise. A smile crept across her face. Suddenly she sang out, “Sunburst and Starlight, sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-”

“Oh knock it out, you!” said Starlight jokingly as she lightly punched Twilight in the shoulder.

The two friends giggled as they made their way downstairs to dinner, talked about cute boys. Despite their earlier argument, Starlight and Twilight still loved and cared for each other. Such was the power of friendship.

Author's Notes:

Double Updates in One Day! Yay!

Chapter 11, Part 1: The Apple Doesn't Fall Far from the Tree

Chapter 11: Slice of Life- The Apple Doesn’t Fall Far from the Tree

June 7, 1948
Apple Family Farm, Equestria

Applejack plopped herself down on the living room couch, exhausted after another long and grueling day out on the farm. Today was the last day of school in Ponyville and starting tomorrow she knew that she would have Applebloom to help out around the farm. She had just completed her first year of high school with her friends, Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle. The young filly was growing up.

“A little too fast,” thought Applejack to herself.

Ever since the previous autumn, when Granny Smith had become to frail to work around the farm her and Macintosh had been forced to take on extra work. While Applejack didn’t enjoy the exhausting labour, she realized that she had to do her part around the farm in order to keep it afloat. She knew that it was what her parents would have wanted her to do.

Her work had kept her distracted most of the time from lingering thoughts about her now long deceased parents. However, it was moments like this, moments when she had time to sit down and think, that all the heartbreak that came from the void created by her parents death came rushing back.

Every missed Father’s Day and Mother’s Day. Her graduation from high school. Her prom night. All of these monumental moments of her growing up were devoid of the pair of ponies that had brought her into the world.

She thought back to the moment when Granny Smith, crying for the first and only time as far as Applejack could remember, had told her and her older brother that their parents had perished in a freak carriage accident. She had initially refused to believe her grandmother. However, after several days alone in her room she came to accept that her parents weren’t coming back.

“Applebloom is lucky,” thought Applejack to herself. “She was so young at the time, she never had gotten the opportunity to grow emotionally attached to them.”

Immediately Applejack scolded herself for thinking such thoughts. She should consider herself blessed that she had gotten the opportunity to know such amazing people. She remembered fondly how her mother would sing her to sleep with her beautiful voice and how her father would always make her laugh with completely absurd explanations about how the world worked.
She thought back to when she was six years old. Once, while crossing a bridge, she asked how engineers knew what the maximum weight was. His response, whimsical as ever, “Well it's obvious Applejack. They simply take increasingly heavy loads and drive across the bridge. Eventually it will collapse. They then know that the last weight to successfully make it across is the maximum secure load.” This answer had elicited a giggle from the young Applejack and a lighthearted rebuke from her mother.
“Oh, how I miss them,” thought Applejack. “Those were the days.”
Applejack knew that they were never going to come back from the grave. However, she felt that if she remembered their shared memories, then they would stay alive in her heart.

Chapter 11, Part 2

Meanwhile in Macintosh’s Room,

Macintosh sat down at the table next to the bed in his room. He had finally gotten the time to sit down and read the letter he had gotten the previous day in the mail from a certain special pony. A pony named Marble Pie.

The two of them had started secretly sending each other letters in the mail shortly after their families had meet two and a half years before for Hearth's Warming Eve. Despite their quiet nature, the two of them were both entirely capable and willing to keep up an epistolary dialogue with each other. Marble in particular was very talented at the art of letter writing, always expertly crafting a letter to Macintosh that simultaneously helped build upon their relationship, kept Macintosh up to date with latest news on the Pie Rock Farm, and of course always making sure to include a fact or two from Maud Pie about rocks.
Opening the letter, he laid the parchment out on his desk and began reading.
“Dearest Macintosh,

I’m sorry for not swiftly responding to your last letter. The past two weeks since I’ve received your last letter have been hectic. My family has been busy wrapping up collecting rocks on our farm in the lead up to our vacation to Canterlot. I had begged them to chose Ponyville, however my parents said that visiting my ill aunt in the capitol was more pressing. I can’t wait till we meet face to face again. I really enjoy our talking with you whenever we meet, even if a lot of words aren’t said!

I recently told my parents about our letters. They think that it is cute that I have a boyfriend. The fact that my parents chose to homeschool me, combined with my shyness means that I never really got an opportunity to date a stallion while growing up. Let’s just say that I’m disappointed in my first boyfriend.

I haven’t informed Pinkie about our relationship. I know that she has difficulty keeping promises when it comes to extremely juicy bits of gossip. Limestone is of course disapproving. She is very protective, of those whom she loves. However, I think that she is warming up to me writing to you.

Love,

Marble Pie
P.S. Maud Pie here with a random fact that will ‘rock’ your world. It is estimated that 100,000 tons of rock a year fall to earth from space. The largest known meteorite in the world lies in the ground in Africa and weighs more than 60 tons.”

Macintosh read and reread the letter several times, savouring every word that came from his love. Laying out a piece of paper and grabbing a pen and quill with his mouth, the red stallion began to write his response.

“Dearest Marble Pie,

I thank you for the amazing letter that you sent me. I treasure every word that you say to me, may it be in person or in writing. Here on the farm everything is going marvelously. We expect to have a bumper crop this year. I’ll make sure to bring some of our family’s famous apple cider when we visit you guys in half a year.
I’m glad that your parents are so accepting of our relationship. I myself have let Applejack and Granny Smith know a little about our letter based correspondence, as well as the romantic based nature of it.
I haven’t told Applebloom yet. She has been pestering me and another filly named Cherilee to date for the past couple of years. She claims that we would be ‘perfect for each other.’ However the two of us both have tried to tell Applebloom that we only view each other as friends, to no avail. I have more or less given up in trying to dissuade her from trying to put us together. I honestly think that it is rather cute and I wouldn’t want to harm her innocent fun by telling her that I’m already committed to someone else. I hope you understand.
I’ll write you a longer letter when I can. I appreciate our little correspondence. I love you alot and I can’t wait to talk with you again.
Yours Truly,
‘Big Mac’ Apples”

Macintosh picked up the letter and folded it before stuffing it inside an envelope. Licking the envelope shut, he proceeded to put a .40 PonyBit stamp on there (adorned by none other than Princess Twilight.) Later he would have to leave it in the mail box for Derpy Hooves to pick up.

Looking outside, he spotted Applebloom, Sweetiebelle, and Scootaloo kicking a ball around. He was proud of the mare that Applebloom was growing into. Over the past couple of years, both him and Applejack had been saving up money to send her to college. The two of them hadn’t been able to go to university due to the poor financial situation that the farm was in after their parent death. The young Applebloom would be the first of the Apple family to go to college. Macintosh was proud to be playing a part in that.

“Hopefully all of her dreams come true,” he thought to himself. When he was her age, he dreamed of becoming a well-published novelist. However, his responsibilities to the farm and his family had taken a priority over his literary dreams.
“At least he could use some of his prosaic skills when writing to Marble,” he thought to himself, sighing at the thought of the life he never got to live.

Chapter 11, Part 3

Three Hours Later,

The Apple family sat at the dinner table, enjoying some apple pie for dessert. Dinner had been busy discussing potential summer vacation plans. Big Mac wanted to invite the Pie Family over. Applejack wanted to go to Appleloosa to visit relatives such as Braeburn. Applebloom had been unusually quiet, the normally talkative pony clearly nervous about something.

“What’s the matter Applebloom, you’ve been fidgeting all night like a colony of ants came right up and bit you on the behind,” said Applejack, of course using one of her countryisms.

“Well I’ve been wanting to tell you guys something but I was too nervous to say it.” said the maturing filly.

“Well you don’t have to worry about us judging you,” Said Applejack.

Drawing a breath, Applebloom began, “Sweetiebelle told me that earlier today that she and Rarity were going to vacation in New York City in two weeks for a fashion show displaying her clothing for humans. She asked if I wanted to come along. I told her that I wanted to but I would have to check with my family.”

Clearing her throat, Applebloom asked, “So, can I go with her? It’ll only be for a week. I promise to make up my missed work with extra-”

“That’s enough Applebloom. We wouldn’t make you do extra work just so you could go off on a trip with your friends.”

“So I can go,” said Applebloom, her excitement causing her voice to crack.

Applejack, clearly put into an awkward situation, responded, “Well not exactly Applebloom.”

“Why not?”

“While we would love to have you go out and explore the world, I certainly don’t think that it would be a prudent idea to go out to a major human city. It’s dangerous for ponies out there.”

“But Diamond Tiara went there with her father last year and nothing bad happened to her!”

“Don’t raise your voice at me!” said Applejack, slightly irate. “They only went there for one day and brought bodyguards with them.”

“You’re exaggerating the danger. The humans wouldn’t hurt a talking pony. Besides you act as if I’ll be alone. Sweetiebelle and Rarity will be coming along with me. If the worst were to happen they could simply protect me. Sweetiebelle has really improved her magic skills over the past three years, Twilight and her have-”

“It’s a no and that’s final!”

Before Applebloom could issue a rebuttal, Big Mac broke his silence.
“Look Applebloom, I think that it would be a marvelous thing if you were to get up and travel the world.”
“Really?” said Applebloom, her voice jovial at the prospect at getting an ally in her argument with Applejack. She could feel Applejack glaring at the two of them.
“However, we don’t know if it would be safe for you to go to the human world just yet,” added Macintosh, making sure not to undermine his sister. “I promise that we’ll let you go when you’re an adult and can take care of-”
“But I am an adult!” whined the filly.
“Not under the law you ain’t.” replied Applejack.
“Your brother and sister are right,” said Granny Smith, breaking her silence.
“It’s not fair! When will you guys start treating me like an adult!” screamed Applebloom before galloping out of the room and up the stairs to her room.

Chapter 11, Part 4

Half an Hour Later,
Applebloom’s Room

Applejack creaked open the door to Applebloom’s room. Under the covers of Applebloom’s bed Applejack could make out an heaving bulge from which came crying sounds. The orange mare made her way over to her crying sister.

Applebloom, hearing the clop of approaching hooves, pulled the covers even tighter around her and moved as far away on the bed as possible from Applejack. Applejack ignored the evasiveness of her younger sister and sat down on the bed next to where Applebloom was. Not wanting to provoke Applebloom by removing the covers, she instead opted to address the blob under the covers.

“Look, Sugarcube. I know that you’re angry at me and Big Mac. I don’t expect you to agree with us. But I do want you to understand that we do this because we love you a lot and couldn’t bear to let anything bad happen to you. Someday, you’ll be responsible for colts and fillies of your own. Maybe then you’ll understand.”

Leaning in, Applejack kissed the blanket where she knew Applebloom was under.

“Goodnight Sugarcube,” said Applejack as she got up and began to make her way over to the door.

“I love you too,” whispered a voice from under the covers.

Applejack turned around and jumped onto the bed. Embracing each other, the two sister silently forgave each other and reaffirmed their love for one another.

Chapter 12, Part 1: Rarity Takes Mannhattan

Chapter 12: Slice of Life: Rarity takes Mannhattan

June 21, 1948
Carousel Boutique, Ponyville

Rarity sat at her sewing machine, working frantically to complete the custom made dress that a high-profile unicorn in Canterlot had placed. She needed to fill all of her orders before she left tomorrow on a flight with Sweetiebelle to New York. She was putting on a fashion show to showcase her line of clothing for humans and intended on spending a week in the “Big Apple” in order to experience human civilization and culture.
Suddenly her concentration was interrupted by the loud ringing of her phone. Stepping away from her creation in progress, she made her way over to the landline near the wall. Using her magical horn, she levitated the telephone over to her ear.

“Hello this is Carousel Boutique, how may I help?” asked Rarity politely.

“Cough-This is-cough- Sweetiebelle,” said the little mare’s voice.

“Oh my goodness darling, are you okay?” asked Rarity, instantly concerned about her little sister.

“Yeah,” said Sweetiebelle before eliciting another cough. “According to the doctor I’ve gotten a bad cold.”

“I’m sorry to hear that. When will you be better,” asked Rarity.

“In a couple of days. Unfortunately Mom and Dad have said I can’t join you on your trip to America.”

“I’m sorry to hear that. I’ll cancel the-”

“Don’t do that,” said Sweetiebelle, her voice cracking.

“I want to be here with my little sister while she’s sick.”

“But Rarity, you’ve been preparing for this fashion show for months. I don’t want you to throw away this big opportunity over a little cold.”

“Well if you insist…” said Rarity. “I’ll miss having my little sister by my side in Manehattan. It just won’t be the same going alone.”

“Who said you had to go alone,” responded her little sister. “You could take one of your friends with you. After all, you’ve already got two plane tickets.”

“I suppose you’re right. Thanks for the idea Sweetiebelle.”
“I’ll talk to you later big sister.”
“I’ll make sure to write you while I’m in America. Take care Sweetie,” said Rarity, still uneased by her sister's illness.
Turning her attention towards what to do about her sister’s now available ticket, Rarity wondered who to give it to. Applejack and Fluttershy couldn’t leave their jobs for a day, much less a whole week. Besides, Fluttershy would probably just suffer a panic attack setting foot in the world’s largest city. Twilight often had to made sudden trips to Canterlot to discuss politics and foreign policy with Celestia. That only left Pinkie Pie and Rainbow Dash.
The former, while loveable, was hyperactive and Rarity could only take her in small doses. The prospect of spending a whole week in another country as tourists together was mind numbing. The latter pony was the only that was available and who she could bear spending a whole week with. While Dashie had a tendency to be arrogant and prone to pranking, she had found that her friend had mellowed out over the past couple of years.
“Then it’s settled then,” thought Rarity to herself as she lifted the phone again.
“Operator, I’d like it if you would connect me with a Rainbow Dash,”
“Yes, ma’am,” replied a cheery voice.
A few moments later the gruff voice of Rainbow Dash came across the line. “Hello,” said the rainbow colored flyer.
“Hello Rainbow. It’s me Rarity.”
The next few minutes were filled with Rarity explaining the circumstances leading to her sister being unable to join Rarity in New York and why Rarity wanted Rainbow Dash to join her. Much to her surprise, Rainbow Dash eagerly accepted her offer of travel to America. Apparently, the pegasus had wanted to go on vacation during her summer break between the spring and fall Wonderbolts tour. She had been planning to either have a “staycation” at her house or perhaps go and visit someplace in Equestria, such as Canterlot. However, the offer of a free trip to another country was more than enough to entice Rainbow Dash to come along.
It was official. Rainbow Dash would pack her clothes, take her Equestrian passport, as well as some spending money (they would have to convert their bits to dollars in New York) and meet Rarity in the morning. As night fell upon Equestria, two very excited ponies went to sleep and dreamed about what American would be like.

Chapter 12, Part 2

The next morning,
Aboard the Equestrian Airlines Flight from Canterlot to New York City, awaiting permission to take off

Rarity sat in her seat, reading the latest edition of Equestrian Style, patiently awaiting the take off of the plane they were on, a DC-5. The air plane had been delayed by an unexpected storm. Normally, the Pegasi had been able to avoid such unplanned whether events. However, the clouds and the weather that was found naturally in the human world were entirely out of the control of the weather ponies. And when that weather came to Equestria, there was nothing for Ponykind to do except toughen through it.

Looking over at Rainbow Dash, who was seated on her left by the window, she could tell that her friend was clearly nervous of flying.

“Are you afraid of flying,” asked Rarity teasingly.

“What! No!” responded the blue pegasus, defensively. “The air is like, my natural environment!”

“I’m just saying, you look jittery about something.”

Rainbow Dash paused, uncertain about whether or not she should tell the truth to Rarity. Eventually she gave in.

“I’m just nervous about flying aboard this rust bucket,” said Rainbow Dash.

“I can assure you, Rainbow, flying is the safest means of transportation in existence. You have nothing to fear.”

“It just doesn’t feel normal to be flying while sitting. I don’t know. Perhaps I’m just uneasy about not being in control.”

“What do you mean?” asked Rarity.

“The reason I love flying so much is that no matter what else happens in your life, you can always control where you fly and where you go. When you’re a thousand feet up, all of the problems of the world just don’t seem so close and pressing.”

Rainbow Dash looked over to Rarity and only received a puzzled look from her flightless unicorn friend. “You wouldn’t understand. I guess it’s just a pegasus thing.”

“Well I’m glad to be able to enjoy flying. Other than that one time when Twilight cast a spell giving me temporary flight on our trip to Cloudsdale, I’ve never been able to view the world from up high. Perhaps the aeroplane will give us unicorns and earth ponies a chance to enjoy the world like you pegasi do,” said Rarity.

“I suppose so,” said Rainbow as she tightened the seat belt around her waist. “Let’s just say that I’ll be glad when we land in New York.”

“It’s a marvelous city I’ve heard.”

“Yeah, supposedly it’s a clone of Manehattan,” said Rainbow Dash, showing off her knowledge about America’s biggest city.

“Yeah. Instead of the Statue of Friendship, they apparently have a Statue of Liberty. I’ve also heard that their ‘baseball’ teams are really good. Of course I have no idea what that is, but I’m guessing it's a sport,” said Rarity, hoping to raise Rainbow Dash’s spirits with talk about sports, something that the fashion loving mare normally found boring and mind numbing.

“I’ve heard some things about it from some of the American tourists who came and watched us Wonderbolts perform during our spring tour of Equestria. If we have time, could we go to a match?” asked Dashie.

“Certainly. My fashion show isn’t until the third day of the trip, so we will have plenty of time to tour the city.”

“This is your captain speaking, we are officially cleared for takeoff,” boomed a large voice over the intercom.

Rainbow Dash suddenly tensed up as the airplane began to roll towards the runway. Rarity reached over and held her hoof in hers.

Looking her multi-colored friend in the eyes, she said, “I’ll always be here for you Dashie.”

“Thanks,” said Rainbow Dash, blushing.

Chapter 12, Part 3

Ten Hours Later, 23:00 EST
The Ritz Carlton Hotel, New York City, United States

“And here is your single suit ma’ams,” said the human bellboy as he led them into the hotel room Rarity and Rainbow Dash had rented for their week long stay in New York City.

“If there is anything you ponies need, don’t hesitate to call the front desk.”

“Thank you very much sir,” as Rarity floated $20 out of her satchel and into the hand of the gapping human. Rarity forgot that in the human's world, magic was non-existent.

“Wow… that’s amazing,” said the bellboy as he turned and left.

“This place is suit!” said Rainbow Dash. “How did you afford all of this?”

“Despite my relatively modest life, I have accrued quite a sum of cash from my various boutiques across the country. I believe that it's okay for a girl to splurge from time to time.”

“If you want, I can pay my fair share,” said Rainbow Dash. “ I mean being a Wonderbolt pays one very generously.”

“Don’t think about it darling. You’re company is payment enough.”

“Oh, one more thing.”

“What is it, Rainbow?”

“There’s only one bed in our room.”

“Oh yeah sorry about that. I made the reservations over a month ago. At the time I was planning on sharing the room with Sweetiebelle. At the time I thought nothing of it, as we are both sisters. ”

“Oh, I don’t mind,” said Rainbow Dash. “I could simply sleep on the couch.”

“Nonsense darling. I’ve heard that the beds here are simply divine in their comfort. I wouldn’t mind sharing the bed with you at all.”

“Really?”

“Yeah,” said Rarity. “Look at the thing, it’s so big. Each of us will have a huge section to ourselves.”

“Okay then,” said Rainbow Dash as she slide underneath the covers of the queen sized bed. “Look, it’s getting late and I’m sure that we’ve got a lot planned for tomorrow morning so I’m going to go to sleep now. Feel free to hop in whenever you want.”

“I’m right behind you,” said Rarity clambering into bed beside her friend.

The two ponies then proceeded to try to fall asleep. However, despite the uber soft pillows and the soft as silk covers, neither of the ponies were able to fall asleep. Rarity, unable to fall asleep due to the sounds of the “City that never sleeps,” rolled over and looked at her friend Rainbow Dash. Much to her surprise, Rarity found the otherwise sleep loving pony wide awake.

Examining her friend, she could tell that it was worry that was keeping her awake, the gears in her head turning frantically. Being the good friend that she was, Rarity decided that it would only be appropriate if she tried to help Dashie out.

“What’s the matter Rainbow?”

“Oh, I’m just thinking about something.”

“Well obviously. We are always thinking,” said Rarity facetiously.

“I mean I’m thinking about a serious life decision I’ll have to make soon.”

This got Rarity’s attention. “What are you talking about Rainbow?”

“How would you and Sweetiebelle describe your relationship?”

Rarity was taken aback by the personal nature of that question. “Well… I would say that while we occasionally argue, we deeply love each other. Why do you ask?”

“I was an only child growing up, Rarity. I never knew what it was like to have a sister. However, whenever I’m around Scootaloo, I imagine that the bond we have with each other is what it would have been like if I had a younger sister.”

Continuing, Rainbow Dash said, “My point is this. She doesn’t have a home with parents to take care of her. She’s only known an orphanage all of her life. I want to give her the chance to have not just an older sister but also a loving mother.”

“You’re thinking of adopting her?” asked Rarity, pleasantly surprised by this information.

“Yeah, I am. I’m just scared of messing up. I’m scared of being responsible to someone else. I’m scared of being a failure,” said Rainbow Dash, her voice cracking as she struggled to keep her composure.

“There, there darling,” cooed Rarity as she hugged her friend. “I know you’re scared. But never forget this: you have a heart of gold. You always seek to help others in need. You have nothing to worry about. Just be your normal self and you’ll be a great mother to Scootaloo. Whatever you decide to do Rainbow, just know that you’ve already made a magnificent difference in that pegasus’ life for the better.

“Thank you for the kind words,” said Rainbow Dash as she embraced her friend.

“Think nothing of it darling.”

Rarity, wanting to make conversation, asked, “So have you seen any cute stallions recently in your travels around Equestria?”

“Um, not exactly.”

“Well certainly you’ve seen at least one stallion that caught your eye.”

“Well I’m not really attracted to stallions,” said Rainbow Dash.

A look of disgust took a hold of Rarity’s face. “You mean to tell me you’re not attracted to ponies, but to some animal... like a dragon,” said Rarity, not making any attempt to conceal her disapproval of interspecies relationships.

“No it’s not like that,” said Rainbow Dash. “Never mind, you wouldn’t understand.” said Dashie, clearly annoyed at her friends judgemental attitude.

“I’m sorry Rainbow for being so critical. Just tell me what’s on your mind.”

Rainbow Dash hesitated for a second, uncertain of whether or not she should trust Rarity. Against her better judgement she decided to divulge her secret.

“Look Rarity, I’ll tell you what’s on my mind, but only if you promise that what I tell you doesn’t leave this room. Can you promise me that?”

“Certainly, darling. I ‘Pinkie Promise.’”

“Ever since I was in high school I found that I wasn’t like the other mares. While other mares were starting to date stallions, I didn’t.”

Turning over to face Rarity, Rainbow Dash continued, “I never really found stallions to be that attractive.”

“What are you getting at?” said Rarity, clearly growing nervous at the direction that Rainbow Dash was taking this.

“What I’m trying to say is that I’m a lesbian, Rarity.”

Immediately, Rarity’s eyes bulged out and she moved as far away as possible on the bed, acting as if Dash had something contagious.

“That’s not normal Rainbow.”

“Look I’m not asking you to approve of me and who I like. I’m simply asking you to accept me as a friend who’s different.”

“I’m just…-”

“Disappointed? Creeped out? Which is it?” asked Rainbow Dash angered at her friend’s hysterics.

Getting defensive, Rarity said to her friend, “Look, I know you may get turned on by mares such as me, but I don’t swing that way. So stay on your half of the bed and I’ll stay on mine,” hissed her friend.

Hopping out of the bed, Rainbow Dash walked over the couch and laid down there. “Don’t worry, I’ll keep my ‘deviant’ flank over here.”

After she finally found a comfortable position to lay in, Rainbow Dash began to weep. She wept at the cruelness of her friend and the intolerance of this world. But most of all, she wept at the lack of trust her friend had for her.

Author's Notes:

I hope that this isn't too much of a long chapter.

Author's Note here: the story will gradually get more dark over time. Then again that's true with about most fanfiction's on this site.

Chapter 12, Part 4

The next morning, June 23, 1948

Rainbow Dash was in the shower, enjoy the streams of warm water that slide down her backside. She had experienced a rough night of sleep on the couch.
“Just pretend that last night didn’t happen. Maybe we’ll be able to keep up our friendship intact.”
Turning off the water, Rainbow Dash proceeded to towel herself off. Opening the bathroom door, she walked back into the bedroom. Rarity was seated at the table, eating breakfast.
“Hello, there Rainbow Dash. We need to talk.”
“Hey Rarity, about last night…”
“I wanted to apologize for my behavior.”
Rainbow Dash was surprised at this sudden turnabout from her friend. “What do you mean.”
“I over reacted at your… coming out to me. I shouldn’t have been too harsh on you. While I don’t approve of your… private behavior, I fully trust and respect you as a friend and I know that you would never hurt me. I hope that we can still be friends.”
“Oh course we can still be friends,” said Rainbow Dash. “I accept your apology. I love you deeply as a friend and I want to have you at my side for the rest of my life.”
Rarity got up and wrapped her hooves around Rainbow Dash is a passionate hug.
“I promise not to tell anyone your secret Rainbow.”
“Thanks, Rarity.”
“Just one more thing,” said Rarity as she leaned in towards Dashie.
“What?”
“While you can trust me to be cosmopolitan about this, be careful whom you tell about this… orientation of yours. You could go to prison over this if the authorities got wind.”
“Trust me, I’m well aware of the risks,” replied Rainbow Dash. “You’re the only person I’ve told about this in ten years. The only other ponies who know about this are my friends who watched me kiss another girl as part of a dare at a slumber party.”
“Just be careful,” said Rarity. “I wouldn’t want any harm to befall a friend of mine. You’re a beautiful mare and I’m sure that you’ll find someone who’ll love you deeply.”
“That’s so sweet of you,” said Dashie as she embraced her unicorn friend.
“Let’s get ready to go. We’ve got a city to explore.”

Chapter 12, Part 5

Rarity and Rainbow Dash stood in the middle of Times Square, the very heart of New York City.

“The buildings here are so huge!” said Rarity.

“I know,” said Dash.

The two talking ponies stood out like two alicorns in a crowd of earth ponies. Throughout the day they had received stares from the human inhabitants of the city. Almost all of them had been out of awe at the “magical” creatures.

“It’s the middle of the day. Don’t you think that we ought to get something to eat?
“Sure thing Rarity.”

According to my map, there is a four star restaurant nearby. It seems-”

“Come on Rarity. Let’s go out to a burger joint. The Americans are famous for those kind of places.”

“You do realize that in the human lands, burgers usually contain cow meat?”

Rainbow Dash’s face blushed with embarrassment. “Riiiight. I forgot all about that.”

While vegetarian burgers were widespread in Equestria (eating other animals was illegal), they were relatively rare in the human world. The thought that the humans walking around them had likely consumed flesh sent a shiver up their spines. However, the two ponies silently resolved not to think about that inconvenient truth and to instead try to enjoy their visit in New York.

Desperate to avoid the stuffiness of a high class restaurant and the mandatory formal attire, Rainbow Dash proposed a compromise. “How about we still go to ‘low-class restaurant’ and instead get a milkshake and a pair of fries. Consider it my treat!”

Rarity rolled her eyes. On one hand, she didn’t want to debase herself by eating such utterly low food fit only for commoners. On the other hand, she didn’t want to disappoint her friend. Deciding to humour Dashie, she said, “Fine. We’ll go out to a milkshake joint.”

“Awesome!” squaled Rainbow Dash.

“On the condition that you agree to dress up nicely when we go out to a fancy restaurant of my choosing.”

“Sounds like a deal!” said Rainbow Dash.

Chapter 12, Part 6

10 Minutes Later,
Carrozza Dinner, New York City

Rainbow Dash and Rarity walked in through the front doors of the diner. It had been the first one that they had come across in their search. As soon as they stepped into line, they noticed that awkward stares that they were getting from restaurant patrons. The sight of horses eating in a human restaurant clearly struck a nerve with some of the patrons. However, none of them raised a fuss about it and continued to eat their lunch.

Rainbow Dash and Rarity glossed over the menu. The only items on their that they could stomach eating were French Fries (which really originated in Belgium) and a milkshake. Rainbow Dash had found out from Twilight that a hotdog was really made of pork or beef and not from actual dogs. Not that it made much of a difference in her opinion on the barbarity of the popular American snack.

Eventually the line ahead of them cleared out, providing them with the opportunity to place an order. However, they would never get the chance to do so.

“Hey beat horses! This isn’t a barn!” hollered the restaurant owner.

“We’re just here to purchase some lunch,” said Rarity, her gracefulness prevailing over here desire to buck the bigot in the mouth.

“I don’t care. Scram!”

Rainbow Dash, defensive as usual, shot up in the air and hovered in between her friend and the restaurant owner, her face just inches from his. “Back off buddy.”

“Read the sign, if you can: ‘We have the right to refuse service,’” snarled the man.

“Oh yeah!” said Rainbow Dash, steeling herself for a brawl.

“Woah there!,” said Rarity as she grabbed her friend by her rainbow colored tail.

“Hey let me go,” yelled Dashie as she swung at the man, his face just inches out of reach.

“There is no point in getting into a fight.” Turning to the man, Rarity said, “I’m sorry about my friend, she can get a bit emotional at times.”

“You ponyfags are lucky that I don’t call the cops. Just stay out of here next time,” said the man as Rarity dragged her convulsing friend out.

As soon as the two ponies were outside, Rarity let go of Rainbow Dash. “You’ve got to get a better hold of your emotions, darling.”

“I can’t believe that you took his side!”

“I didn’t. I’m just as angry as you are. The only difference is that I don’t intend on spending our vacation locked up in prison for assault and battery. Do you realize what you could have cost me? If I were in prison, I wouldn’t be able to attend my fashion show in two days and my attempts to break into human fashion would have been for naught.”
“I’m sorry Rarity.” said Rainbow Dash as she looked down at the ground, ashamed to look her friend in the face. “I wasn’t thinking.”
“That’s the source of most problems in life, isn’t it?” said Rarity, her cutting remarks doing little to ease Rainbow Dash’s shame.
Just as they were about to trot off to find another restaurant, a voice spoke from behind.
“Excuse me ladies, are you looking for a place to eat?”
Dashie and Rarity turned around, facing the human male that had spoke to them.
“Are you talking to us?” asked Rarity.
“Yes I am,” said the human. Rarity remembered him as the male that had been standing behind her and Rainbow Dash in line. “I saw everything that happened to you back there. I’m sorry that one of my own treated you gals so horridly.”
Rarity, sensing an opportunity to get a free meal, acted in the fashion that she knew best. Batting her eyelashes, she said, “I’m so glad that we could finally meet a gentleman in such a cold city.”
“Just doing what I can, ma’am.”
“Well, good sir, could you point us to some sort of restaurant.”
“There is a pancake house down the road and a pizza restaurant two blocks north.”
“Would you care to join us?” asked Rarity, flirtatiously.
The human, ignoring Rarity’s advances, said, “I’m sorry, I can’t. I was going to head on over to the Brooklyn Dodgers baseball game. If you guys want, we can go together. Seeing that you guys are tourists, I’m sure that you desperate to get a hold of American culture. Let’s just say that there is nothing more American than baseball.”
Rainbow Dash broke her silence, saying, “Sure thing! I’m always up for sports! You’ll have to tell us the rules of course, Mr….”
“My name is Robert Smith, but you can call me Bob.”

Author's Notes:

Sorry for not updating for several days. I had my college finals to take care of. I hope that you guys understand.

Chapter 12, Part 7

One Hour Later,
Ebbets Field, Brooklyn

Rainbow Dash, Rarity, and their human friend, Bob, sat down in their seats behind home plate. Bob had insisted on getting these seats, as they were the best in the stadium. Him and Rainbow Dash were busy in avid conversation about the rules of baseball, the former desperate to learn all that she could before the game began. Rarity on the other hand could care less about sporting events. She instead sat silently, enjoying her popcorn and soda while engaging in people watching, her own personal favorite pastime.

Eventually, the game began. For the next three hours, Rainbow Dash and her human friend enthusiastically cheered on the Dodgers in their match against the Saint Louis Cardinals (who, to the disappointment of Rarity and Dashie, weren’t actual baseball playing birds.) Ultimately, the Dodgers prevailed 4-2, with Jackie Robinson hitting a home run in the bottom of the 8th inning.

Much to the two mare’s surprise, the fact that a human with a darker complexion was even playing in same league as the whiter humans apparently unprecedented. While bigotry between species existed in Equestria and the surrounding lands, they still couldn’t get their minds around the concept of racism. It seemed odd to them that the humans would artificially divide themselves by the color of their skin. Equestrians didn’t separate themselves from each other over the coloring of their manes, so why did humans, thought the ponies to themselves.

Nonetheless, the two of them, particularly Rainbow Dash, thoroughly enjoyed the experience. Unfortunately, they and their new human friend had to go their separate ways, the latter having to go home to take care of his ailing mother. After they had bid their human friend goodbye, Rarity and Rainbow Dash returned back to their hotel room and prepared to go out to the fancy dinner that Dashie had promised Rarity.

Chapter 12, Part 8

Later that night,

The two ponies stumbled back into their room, Dashie clearly drunk from her evening wining and dining with Rarity.

“I thinkkkkk I’ddd make a great basssseball player,” said Dashie as she struggled to avoid slurring her words.

“I’m sure you would,” said Rarity, humouring her drunk pegasus friend. “But it’s time that we go to bed, darling.”

“Ok,” said Rainbow Dash as she plopped down onto the ground, unable to stay on her feet. Rarity reached down to try to lift her friend up. However, Rarity underestimated her friend’s weight (most of it muscle) and toppled down, landing on top of Rainbow Dash. Eventually the drunk pegasus was able to get back to her feet, slowly making it back to the main bed with the assistance of her faithful friend.

“Wait,” said Rainbow Dash, suddenly nervous. “I’m supposed to sleep on the couch.”

“Oh no darling,” said Rarity, stroking her friends mane in an attempt to soothe Dashie, “You can sleep up here on the main bed with me tonight.”

“But, last night-”

“Forget last night. We are friends and we trust each other.”

“Thank you Rarity. You’re my bestest friend ever,” said Rainbow Dash as she drunkenly embraced her friend in a tight hug.

Rarity, felt a bit uncomfortable at this point. However, she was keen to avoid having a repeat of the previous evening’s spat and thus let her friend hug her for several minutes. As soon as Rainbow Dash was passed out, she proceeded to slide out of her friend’s embrace and curled up on her side of the bed. After saying a quick prayer to the Equestrian gods, she fell asleep.

Chapter 12, Part 9

June 25, 1946
Evening, Lincoln Center for the Performing Arts, New York

Rainbow Dash sat in the audience talking in all of the glamour and pizazz of Rarity’s human fashion. While fashion wasn’t exactly her thing, Rainbow Dash realized that she had an obligation to show up and support her friend. Afterall, if it weren’t for her friend’s fashion show, they wouldn’t even be in New York to begin with. Besides, despite her limited interest in fashion, Rainbow enjoyed to look at beautiful things, even if they were “frilly.”

Rainbow Dash remembered fondly trying out the various dresses that Rarity had made for her in previous years. She appreciated the hard work that her friend put into making them. Additionally, she respected her friend’s passion. She knew that Rarity enjoyed making clothes as much as she enjoyed flying for the Wonderbolts.

After the last of the models left the stage, a female announcer came into the stage. Judging my her dress and the way that she carried herself, Rainbow Dash concluded that she must play some important role in the fashion scene in New York. Addressing the crowd, she said, “I would like you all to give a warm welcome to the creator of this marvelous collection of artistic fashion, Ms. Rarity Belle.”

The crowd erupted into cheers as the fashionista trotted onto the stage, bowing to the human audience. None of them booed or hissed, instead they clapped even harder, respecting their equestrian guest for her truly talented work.
Rainbow Dash fought back tears as she hooted and hollered for her friend, proud of what she mad accomplished. Deep down, she knew that this wasn’t the end of a journey, but rather a new beginning for her unicorn friend. “Go and get ‘em,” thought the multi-colored pegasus to herself.

Author's Notes:

This is the last update of Chapter 12. Chapter 13 will be posted in 2-3 days. I'm sorry if the time between updates have been longer than usual. I've been really busy the past couple of days with personal stuff. Thank you.

Chapter 13: A Letter from Twilight

May 2, 1948,
Twilight’s Castle Ponyville

Twilight sat in her study, reading the latest reports on the macroeconomic situation in Equestria. According to the latest reports, the economy of Equestria, while performing well, was still struggling to meet the economic goals set by Celestia five year prior. Of course her government didn’t let on about the true economic situation in the country for fear of provoking unrest.
Twilight felt bad about concealing the truth from her fellow citizens, but she didn’t want to let down Celestia by leaking this economic data. She was after all her most faithful student. Her guilt ridden worries were interrupted by Spike walking through the door.
“Hey Twilight. I just received a new letter from Cadence,” said Spike holding out a tied up scroll. “It’s for you.”
“Thanks,” said Twilight as she floated the scroll over to herself.
Rolling the scroll out on her desk, Twilight began reading the long-awaited letter.

Dear Twilight,

I hope that my letter finds you well and in good health. Life here in the Crystal Empire is good (as always). Flurry Heart is growing and maturing into a young and healthy filly. Your brother is as adorable and sweet as ever.

I’m writing you to inform you that we’ll be visiting Equestria next month and we were wondering if you or Starlight could babysit our daughter for us. After the magnificent job that you did last year taking care of her, we believe that you’re the perfect babysitter for her. Please let us know if you’re available.
Sincerely,
Princess Mi’Amore Cadenza of the Crystal Empire

P.S. Hey Twily, I can’t wait to see my LSBFF (Little Sister Best Friend Forever). I can’t wait to catch up on how life is like back in Equestria.

Twilight turned around to face Spike, her adopted brother. “Take a letter Spike.”

Spike, diligent as ever, grabbed a piece of parchment and a quill. “I’m ready when you are Twilight.”

Twilight cleared her throat before dictating her letter.

“Dear Cadence,

I’m elated to receive your letter. I’m glad to hear that all is well in both your kingdom and homelife. As to your question about whether or not I’m capable of babysitting Flurry Heart during your state visit, I can answer in the affirmative. I enjoy our bonding time and look forward to more time with her. Here in Ponyville, I’ve been extremely busy and as such I will welcome any respite from my daily work in the affairs of state.

My puil Starlight Glimmer has continued to be a valuable asset against the various threats and monsters that have menaced the citizens of Equestria. Additionally, she continues progress in reforming her personality and becoming resocialized into Equestrian political values and social norms. She has grown into one of my closest confidants and friends over the past couple of months.

My friends here in Ponyville continue advancing their careers and life dreams. Fluttershy recently opened a ‘sanctuary for animals,’ overcoming the obstacles created by the obtuse aides that she hired for the job. The Apple family continues their work on the farm, hoping to surpass the bumper crop that they produced in the previous harvest.

Rarity opened a new boutique in the United States, her first outside of the Equestrian world. According to her, it's been a magnificent success. Rainbow Dash has continued to fulfill her dream of becoming a Wonderbolt. Lately they’ve been busier than usual, preparing for a tour of the human world.

Last but not least, Pinkie Pie has been continuing her hard work as a baker at Sugarcube Corner. According to her, the Cakes (the owner of Sugarcube Corner) are considering retiring and giving the bakery over to her to run. If this is true, I have no doubt that Pinkie will continue to help that business to grow and to expand.

While I would love to tell you more about how life is like here in Ponyville, I will wait to do so when you come to visit in a month’s time. Until then, best of luck with running the Crystal Empire!”

Sincerely,

Twilight Sparkle

Author's Notes:

I'll be gone on a trip over the weekend and will likely be too busy to update during that time. I hope that this update will hold you during that time. There are only a couple more "slice of life" updates left in my pre-write before we get back to ponies in the Cold War :)

Chapter 14, Part 1: 20% Cooler

Chapter 14: 20% Cooler

Friday, July 9, 1948
Wonderbolts Locker Room

Rainbow Dash and the other members of the Wonderbolts walked into their locker room after a long and arduous day of work preparing for the upcoming fall tour. Rainbow Dash in particular had been struggling with a particularly difficult maneuver that called for her to perform a corkscrew while performing her legendary “Sonic Rainboom.” She felt more than a little bruised from her repeated high-speed crashes into the banks of (relatively solid) clouds.

Nonetheless, she was glad to be finished with the week of training. As much as Dashie enjoyed flying for the Wonderbolts, she needed her rest and relaxation. Taking her uniform off, she made her way over to the mare’s showers in order to wash off the sweat and grime from her body.

Stepping under the running shower head, she silently enjoyed the pleasure that came from the relaxing cool water. “Ahhhhh,” she moaned to herself. There was nothing like a cool shower after a hard day of work, except for perhaps some cider.

Out of the corner of her eye she could see the instantly recognizable yellow and orange pegasus and leader of the Wonderbolts, Spitfire.

“Good work out there, Dash,” said Spitfire.

“Thanks,” said Rainbow Dash. “You weren’t too bad yourself out there.”

“You know that you're spot on this flying team is secure. You don’t have to resort to syncopathy to impress me,” teased the veteran flyer, before fluttering her wings, flinging water onto Dash in the process.

“Every bit helps,” said Rainbow Dash jokingly.

“Me and my boyfriend were planning on going out later this evening,” said Spitfire, changing the subject. I know an earth pony from the local area who I think would be perfect for you. If you want we could make it a double date.”

“I appreciate the offer,” said Rainbow Dash. “However, I’ve already got my eyes set on a stallion back in Ponyville.”

“OOOOh! Dashie has a crush!” said Spitfire teasingly, making sure of course that she said it loud enough for the rest of the mares in the showering room to hear.

“Tell us more about this handsome stallion,” said Fleetfoot.

Soon, Dashie was being pestered by just under half a dozen mares, desperate for the tiniest bit of gossip.

“Look it’s really none of your business,” said Dashie, trying to extract herself from the awkward situation. She felt awkward lying to her teammates about her crush. It wasn’t so much that she was deceiving them about the fact that she had a romantic interest. Rather, she had been misleading about the gender of her crush.

Sensing that her friend Dashie was feeling unfortable under the pressure of her pestering female teammates, Spitfire intervened.
“I think that’s enough girls. You wouldn’t want anypony else nagging you about your love life now would you,” said Dash’s mentor.
Not wanting to cross their captain, the rest of the pegasi disengaged themselves from Rainbow Dash. Dashie turned to Spitfire and silently mouthed a “thank you.”
Turning to the rack of clean towels on the wall, Rainbow proceeded to grab a towel and began drying herself off. Leaving her superior to complete her showering alone, Rainbow Dash made her way back to her locker. Dialing the correct combination with her mouth, she popped open the locker.
Staring back at her from within the locker were two faces on two distinct pictures. On the right was a cut-out picture of Fluttershy taken from their high school yearbook. Circling the face of the yellow pegasus was a heart drawn with lipstick. Rainbow Dash gazed at the beauty of her crush. Ever since they had been in highschool, she had experienced a profound attraction towards Fluttershy.
Well aware of the social stigma that would fall upon her if she let her attraction become known to others, Rainbow Dash had kept her crush on Fluttershy a closely guarded secret. She just wished that someday it would be safe to let Flutters know how she had felt for over a decade.
On the left was a picture of her and Scootaloo from several years before. The two of them had grown so close recently. Taking Scootaloo was one of the most selfless acts that Rainbow Dash had ever done in her life. She hadn’t regretted it. Her friendship with Scootaloo had made her realize how blessed she was. Rainbow’s mother had passed away from cancer when she was ten, her father had raised her through her teenage years, passing away only two years ago from a stroke. However, she had only recently realized how fortunate she was to have gotten to know her parents. Scootaloo had never gotten that opportunity, her single mother putting her up for adoption upon birth.
Rainbow Dash had come to be the little orange pegasus’ role model. The little filly had been making some progress in recent years in her attempts to fly. However, she was only able to make if off the ground for a few seconds at a time, no matter how much energy and effort she put in. Rainbow Dash had always try to reaffirm her sense of self-worth by telling her how much she and her friends loved her and how Rainbow was confident that she would eventually gain her ability to fly. Nonetheless, Rainbow could see that such reassurances had fallen upon deaf ears in recent months, a despicable cynicism taking root in the heart of the flightless pegasus.
On more than one occasion, she had witnessed Scootaloo get teased and harassed by her peers. Once, when a bully had taken it upon himself to use his horns magic to forcibly grab Scootaloo’s wing and tease her for being an “unwanted orphan.” Rainbow Dash had intervened by bucking him square in the flank. After she told the police her version of events, they had told her that this wasn’t the first time that the bucked unicorn in question had been in trouble with the law. In fact that secretly congratulated for “putting the runt in his place.”
Everynight before going to bed she said a special prayer to the gods of the Equestrian pantheon to finally bless her little friend with the gift of flight. It crushed her to see Scootaloo’s dreams crushed by her disability.
While Rainbow Dash couldn’t do anything about Scootaloo’s flightlessness, she could do something about her orphaned status. On Sunday, she planned to finally adopt Scootaloo as her daughter. For the past couple of years Rainbow Dash had grappled with whether or not she would, or for that matter even could, make a good parent to a child, especially one that has been through such a rough life like Scootaloo had. However, she had eventually come to realize that she needed to be the change she sought in the world.
Thus, for the past couple of months she had gone about going through all of the necessary legal and bureaucratic hurdles necessary to adopt Scootaloo. During the course of the proceedings, she had made sure to keep Scootaloo uninformed about the proceedings. T he reason for this was two fold. First, she wanted to make the adoption a surprise for the filly. Furthermore, she also wanted to avoid falsely raising the hopes of Scootaloo should the adoption process not succeed.
However, her dream had finally come true. Earlier today, she had received a phone call from the Ponyville orphanage, informing her that Scootaloo was officially her daughter. All she had to do was come and pick up her daughter.
Rainbow Dash was officially a mother.

Chapter 14, Part 2

Sunday, July 11, 1946
Scootaloo’s Room, Ponyville Orphanage

Scootaloo laid on her bed, staring aimlessly upwards at the ceiling of her room. For the whole of her life, she had lived under the same roof.
Early in her life she had learned not to get to attached to any of the other orphans that passed through the Ponyville Orphanage. Others would come and go, adopted by loving families, the dilapidated wallpaper serving as the only constant in Scootaloo’s life.
“I have a special surprise for you,” said a voice from the door.

Looking over at the door she saw Pepper Glow, the manager of the orphanage. Sighing, Scootaloo got up from her bed and she shuffled over to the door. She followed the sky blue earth pony down the hall. Scootaloo didn’t mean to come across as ungrateful for whatever surprise that Pepper going to give her. It’s just that she felt sad that she would never receive a surprise from a parent.
Scootaloo and Pepper Glow made their way to the door that led to her administrative office. She had been there the previous week after she had bucked another one of the orphans after he labelled her “too pathetic to adopt” due to her inability to fly at the age of 15.
Pausing outside the room, Pepper Glow turned to Scootaloo. “What is your biggest wish?” asked Pepper Glow.
Scootaloo paused. “Was this a trick question?” she asked herself.
“Obviously I would like to have parents,” said the orange pegasus.
“Well consider your wish fulfilled,” said Pepper.
“You mean to tell me I’ve been adopted!” shouted Scootaloo, joy filling her little body.
“Your mother is waiting on the other side of the door.”
Before Pepper Glow had even finished her sentence, Scootaloo was running into the adjacent room.
“I wonder who my mother looks like,” she wondered.
When she swung open the door and saw who it was, her jaw dropped.
“Hey squirt, how you been,” asked Rainbow Dash, the instantly familiar voice filling Scootaloo with joy.
“You- You’re adopting me? Why?”
“Well I know you need a good home and I think that you’re both awesome and an amazing person.”
“ThankyouThankyouThankyouThankyou!” yelled Scootaloo as she embraced Rainbow Dash in a massive hug.
“Let’s go home Scoots.”

Chapter 14, Part 3

One Hour Later,
Rainbow Dash’s Home, Cloudsdale.

“Here is your new room,” said Rainbow Dash as she lifted the blindfold off of the filly.
“It’s beautiful!” said Scootaloo.
In the middle of the room was a twin sized bed covered. On it was a cover adorned with pictures of members of the Wonderbolts. On the walls (made of clouds) were pictures of Rainbow Dash and Scootaloo together.
Rainbow Dash adopting her was a dream come true for Scootaloo. Ever since the two of them had met several years before, she had admired Dash’s mastery of flight.
“This isn’t a dream,” asked Scootaloo, afraid that in a few minutes, she would wake up and the past day would turn out to be nothing more than a dream.
“No Scoots, it isn’t a dream. It’s all real. You and me will be together forever.”
This reassured Scootaloo.
“May I ask you another question?”
“Go ahead squirt.”
“May I use the phone? I dying to tell Applebloom and Sweetiebelle the news.”
“Sure thing,” said Rainbow Dash.
Scootaloo zipped past her and into the living room. Rainbow Dash stayed in her room, looking at the photos on the wall of them together. Rainbow Dash remembered when they had first met nearly a decade before. Rainbow Dash had noticed a filly on a scooter zipping around town at extremely high speed. Being a fan of anything that moved fast, Rainbow Dash made her way down to the ground to compliment the orange daredevil. After a couple more encounters around town with the stunt loving filly, mainly through mutual friends such as Sweetiebelle and Applebloom, Rainbow Dash began to come to empathize with the flightless pegasus. The rest as they say, was history.
Now that her and Scootaloo were under the same roof, Rainbow Dash felt a bit nervous. She was now obligated to look after Scootaloo in a different fashion than before. Rather than being a mentor and a friend, she was now a legal guardian and an adoptive mother. She felt nervous about the task and the trials that awaited her. However she knew that with Scootaloo by her side, anything was possible.

Author's Notes:

In the next chapter we see Pinkamena I mean, Pinkie Pie

Chapter 15, Part 1: Cupcake Time

Author's Notes:

Link to good music to listen to for this update:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2J945IslQHg&list=PLnpIGDCblPQW3nTFaswp0n8-zC_NM9_Jn

Wednesday, August 11, 1948
Pinkie’s Room, the Basement of Sugarcube Corner

Pinkie Pie perused the files that sat in the many filing cabinets in her room. “Who’s birthday is it this week?” she asked to herself.

“It’s Silver Spoon’s idiot!” said a harsh voice in her head.

“Oh yeah! Silly me!” she said aloud to herself.

“You ought to make her cupcakes with grey colored frosting!” said a more polite, female voice.

“That’s another great idea! Thanks voices in my head!” she said.

Pinkie Pie knew that it was… unusual for a pony to hear voices in her head. However, her parents had told her when she was younger that it made her “special.” While some of the voices had a tendency to be mean to her, they were usually neutral or even polite sometimes, providing useful and unique insights into life.

Getting up, she walked over to the mirror and looked herself in the mirror. Her hair was straightened and hanging down beside her face. She had decided try out a new hair style and to take a break from her usual curly hair.
Her friends had been mixed in their reaction to the sudden change in hair style. Fluttershy and Rarity had been supportive, with the latter saying that it “gave you a new look.” Twilight and Applejack had pretended to be copasetic with the new hair style, Pinkie Pie could see right through their forced smiles. Only Dashie had been honest about her disapproval. She had even asked her if she was “feeling alright” and if she needed help.
“Its because she thinks you’re a nutjob!” said the gruff male voice in her head.
“No it’s not,” thought Pinkie Pie to herself, arguing with a figment of her imagination. Then she remembered when she had slip into a paranoid state several years before. Thinking that her friends had been avoiding her and had cast her out of their group of friends, she had thrown a party without them. Only this time, in the place of ponies, her guests were rocks and sacks of flours. She had even provided them with voices and had engaged them in a “conversation!” Fortunately only Rainbow Dash had witnessed that pathetic display of madness.
“Oh my goodness! What if they really do think I’m crazy!” exclaimed the party loving pony. “My hair style must remind Rainbow Dash of that episode.”
Grabbing a curling iron, Pinkie hastily curled her hair. While she hadn’t been able to completely return it back to its previous levels of curliness, she had been able to get it close enough.
“There! Just like before!”
“Curly or not, your friends still think you’re a psychotic,” said the angry voice in her head.
“My friends like me a lot! They’d like me no matter what.”
“Keep telling yourself that Pinkie. The truth is everypony you know is aware of your real nature.”
“Leave me alone!” she screamed. “My parents lo-”
“Your parents don’t love you. Your parents threw you in the looney bin for a month when you were 15 years old.”
Pinkie Pie shuddered when thinking about her brief stay in a local mental hospital. The voices in her head had been turning her into a paranoid. Eventually she had lost it one day at school and had begun laughing uncontrollably. Her uncontrollable and deranged laughter had landed her in the principal's office. Once her parents had found out they did what they claimed was “for her own good.” She was checked into the local mental hospital to be treated for “as long as necessary.”
Pinkie Pie had told them in her letters about the verbal and occasional physical abuse that she received. However, they hadn’t acted on those reports, telling her in their letters to her that these “minor slights” were “nothing more than delusions of hers.” It wasn’t until they had read about similar abuses of mental patients in The Equestrian Daily, Equestria’s biggest circulation newspaper, that they began to take her seriously. Despite being unable to prove that her allegations, her parents gave in and took her home. She still continued to receive weekly counseling from a psychiatrist at another institution. However, it was the kind and caring love of her (also somewhat eccentric) sisters that had made the difference in lifting the fun-loving ponies spirits.
In the ensuing years, she had vacillated back and forth from not hearing any voices to constantly hearing voices in her head, arguing back and forth continuously, taking turns insulting her, feeding her conspiratorial lies about the intentions of others around her, and complimenting her.
Turning her attention back to the abusive voice in her head, she said, “well I know that the Cake family likes me. They let me help out in running Sugarcube Corner and in taking care of their kids.”
“Why do you think that they instructed you take the day off.”
“It’s because they wanted me to rest and relax after working hard for them.”
“Wrong again! It’s because you’ve been acting weirder than usual.”
“It’s okay to be a ‘little weird.’”
“Not when you’re muttering to yourself in front of other ponies it isn’t. Not when you are openly arguing with voices only you can hear!” said another agitated voice in her head.
Pinkie Pie thought back to the past couple of weeks. The steady stream of summer tourists from the human world and from around Equestria had been keeping her and the Cakes busy from morning till evening. The voices in her head had made a forcible return, continuously jabbering in her head. Normally she had only talked to them when she was alone. But for some reason that she couldn’t remember, she had begun conversing with them even while others were around. Of course she had only been whispering to herself, well aware that if other ponies heard her, they would think that she was insane. Unfortunately, it appeared as though they had.
“It’s simple,” thought Pinkie Pie to herself. “I’ll just stop talking to myself. Also these voices aren’t real. I just have to ignore them, calm down and everything will be dandy. ”
If only it were that easy.

Chapter 15, Part 2

Sometime Later,
Somewhere Else,

Pinkie Pie awoke in a cold, pitch black room. She felt a throbbing pain in her forearms and her head. She wondered where she was.

Trying to move her forelegs, she found that she was unable to do so. For some reason her limbs were utterly stationary, almost as if they were tied to her.
For several more minutes she struggled to move, or at the very least sit up on her oddly soft bed. Suddenly a blinding light dazed her as the room she was in suddenly lit up. After a few seconds of excruciating pain, her eyes began to adjust to the overhead light.
She saw that she was in the middle of a padded cell. Looking down, she realized that her arms were trapped by a straitjacket.
“What the hay is going on?” she thought to herself.
Looking around the desolate room, she spotted a solitary window, located in the middle of a large metal door. She also noticed that there was no door knob on her side of it.
“Maybe it’s all a joke. I’m sure that if I look through the window, I’ll see my friends laughing at the prank that they are pulling on me.”
“This had better me a prank,” thought Pinkamena, the harrowing memories of her stay in a mental hospital causing a shiver to race down her spine.
Before she could get up and walk over to it, there was a loud buzzing sound audible from some hidden speaker in the room. Suddenly the door clanked open and a lovely young nurse with a pink heart as a cutie mark walked through the door.
“Hello, Ms. Pie,” said the innocent, white colored unicorn.
“Who are you? Where am I?” asked Pinkie, her voice cracking from dryness.
“Don’t be so silly,” said the white Unicorn. Seeing the confused look on Pinkie Pie’s face, she realized that Pinkie wasn't joking.
“You mean to tell me that you don’t remember anything about why you’re here or who I am?”
“No.”
“Well to begin, I’m Nurse Caroline Kindheart. However, you’re free to call me Carol.”
“Well nice to meet you Carol. Or perhaps remeet you, that is if we’ve already met each other. I guess that you already know my name,” said Pinkie, suddenly feeling a bit more at ease.
“Yes I do Pinkie. I’m glad that you’re feeling happy.”
“Oh course I’m happy! I’m always happy,” said Pinkie Pie, before jumping up into the air. However, due to Pinkie’s forehooves being stuck in a strait jacket she was unable to stick that landing, slamming into the padded floor with a thud.
“Let me help you out of that,” said the kindhearted unicorn.
After a few moments of fiddling with her straitjacket, Carol removed the restrictive clothing article from Pinkie Pie.
“Feeling better,” asked Carol as she helped Pinkie Pie to her feet.
“Yah,” said Pinkie. She had so many unanswered questions for Carol.
“Why am I in a mental hospital? Where are my friends?
Carol’s friendly demeanor disappeared from her face. Clearly she was uncomfortable at explaining the truth.
“I don’t know if you want really want to know the truth…” began the white unicorn.
“I think I have the right to know,” said Pinkie Pie imploringly.
Sighing, Carol said, “You were committed to this hospital four years ago by a judge after the incident in Ponyville.”
“What incident in Ponyville?”
“Something inside you snapped one day. You started kidnapping and murdering ponies. Your first victim was Rainbow Dash. After that you proceed to eliminate other ponies, seemingly at random. This went on for nearly three months until you were caught in the act of killing a pegasus known as Derpy Hooves. After that you lost control and proceeded to murder via stabbing another eight ponies, including all of the Cake family.”
“None of that is true! I would never do any of that to my friends!” screamed Pinkie Pie angrily as she shot up onto her four hooves.
“Yes Pinkie it is. It would be best if you accepted reality and moved on.” said Carol, trying her best to avoid eye contact and maintain calmness in front of the agitated pink earth pony.
“You know what I think! I think that you’re lying! As soon as I can prove it you're going down!” threatened Pinkie Pie
“Don’t do anything rash,” said Carol, her composed face giving way to a menacing glare. “It would be a shame if I were to have to put you back in the straitjacket. Or perhaps you’d like it if the guards were to ‘discipline’ you.”
“I’m not afraid of you,” said Pinkie Pie as she began to advance on her custodian.
Suddenly Carol threw a punch that connected with the side of Pinkie’s head. She collapsed onto the padded ground with a thud. Before she could raise her hooves to protect her face, Carol stomped on her temple. Her world immediately went black.

Chapter 15, Part 3

Pinkie Pie woke up again. However, as she looked around the room she was in, she realized that she was back in her underground room in Sugarcube Corner.

“It was all a bad dream!” Pinkie Pie thought to herself, relieved that the mental hospital and the crimes she had allegedly committed were nothing more than a dystopian nightmare.

However, her calmness was shattered by the sounds of painful feminine moaning coming from her closet across the room.

“Sweet Celestia! What is that!” she thought to herself as her eyes shot wide open. For several minutes the silence of the night would be shattered by the occasional heart stopping moaning from the closet.
Reaching into her nightstand, she picked up the knife that she kept there. While violent crime was practically non-existent in Equestria, she had taken the precaution of providing herself with the means to protect herself should she ever have to face an intruder.
Going over to the light switch, Pinkie Pie turned on the lights in her room before turning to face the source of the mysterious noises. Slowly approaching the closet, she steeled herself for whatever might be waiting in there for her. Throwing open the door she prepared to stab the intruder. However what she found in there was much worse.
Sitting blindfolded with her mouth gagged and her hooves tied together was her friend, Rainbow Dash. Pinkie let out a yelp when she saw the cuts and bruises across her friend's body. Then to her horror, she saw that Dashie’s iconic cutie mark had been cut off.
The sound of Pinkie’s scream caused Rainbow Dash to suddenly panic and begin frantically thrashing around, her head and body slamming into the sides of the wardrobe.
“Relax it’s me, Pinkie Pie!” said the pink pony.
This attempt as reassurance caused Rainbow Dash to begin panicking even further. Pinkie Pie, being the good friend that she was, hopped on top of her friend and pinned her down in order to prevent Dashie from hurting herself even further. As soon as she got Dashie to stop thrashing around, Pinkie proceeded to life blindfold from Dashie’s eyes.
Staring back at her were two bloodshot and terror filled eyes, the pupils at the center of them smaller than a pinhead. Seeking desperately to find out what was the matter with Rainbow Dash, Pinkie reached behind her head and untied the cloth gag that suppressed her muffles.
“Please don’t hurt me,” begged the Dashie, her whole demeanor submissive and scared, a far cry from her otherwise boastful and cheery personality
Shocked by Rainbow Dash’s fear of her, Pinkie asked, “Why would you ever think that I would hurt you?”
“If you’re going to kill me, just get it over with already. Have some basic modicum of mercy.”
“Dash! Snap out of it! I never have and never will hurt you!” said Pinkie as she swiftly untied the knots that were wrapped around Dash’s legs.
“What has gotten a hold of Rainbow Dash!” thought Pinkie Pie herself. As soon as she got Dashie unbound she would do some sleuthing to find out who had hurt her friend.
However, she would never get that opportunity. As soon as the ropes around Rainbow Dash’s legs were untied, she swung forward and headbutted Pinkie Pie. This sudden attack sent Pinkie flying backwards, dazed and confused. Seeing Rainbow Dash jump up into the air, Pinkie instantly knew that Dash was about to come down hard on her. Rolling on her side, Pinkie was barely able to avoid getting hit in the head by Dash’s hoof. Looking over her shoulder, she saw that Dash’s foot had smashed through the floorboard of her room.
Turning to the stairs, Pinkie run as fast as she could, desperate to avoid the wrath of her murderous friend turned fiend. Suddenly she went flying sideways as Rainbow Dash bucked her in the ribcage. Gasping for breath, Pinkie Pie begged for mercy as Rainbow Dash set upon her, pinning her down as she repeatedly beat Pinkie in the face.
“Why-punch -are- punch- you- punch-doing this!” asked Pinkie Pie as she began to taste her own blood in her mouth.
“Don’t play innocent with me! You know full well why!” yelled Rainbow Dash, a vengeful, murderous glint visible in her eyes.
Suddenly Pinkie remembered what had happened over the past couple of weeks. She shivered as she remembered all of the cruel torture sessions she had forced her prisoner Rainbow Dash to go through. She remembered the muffled screams as she had electrocuted her friend and cut off her cutie mark. Deep down she had enjoyed it, her sadistic tendencies winning out over her kindhearted personality.
She refused to believe that it had been her. “It must have been somepony else!” she thought to herself, refusing to accept responsibility for the terror Rainbow Dash had experienced. “I’m a good person? Right-” she thought to herself.
A split second later Rainbow Dash’s hoof came smashing down, delivering a final, lethal blow to the psychotic pink party pony.

Chapter 15, Part 4

Pinkie Pie suddenly found herself sitting in the middle of Ponyville’s town square. However, instead of being filled with happy friends on a sunny day, she found herself in the midst of a dark and dimly lit version of town hall. Suddenly, a flash of lightning light up the night sky, providing Pinkie Pie with a brief and horrifying glimpse into the carnage that littered the square. Strewn across the town square were just under a dozen pony corpses.

Terrified, Pinkie turned to run away. However, she found herself utterly unable to move, almost as if her hooves were glued to the floor. Looking down at her front hooves, she found that they were covered with blood.

“You did this,” said a voice inside of her head.

“NoNoNoNoNoNoNoNo!” she frantically thought to herself, horrified at the thought that she was to blame for the massacre that lay in front of her.

Suddenly she felt an excruciating pain coarse through her right hind leg as a bullet struck her. Once again, her world went completely dark.

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Pinkie Pie woke up, once again in a different location. However this time she was the one strapped down to an operating table, all four of her hooves immobilized by metallic restraints. She tried to move her head to see around the room she was in, but found that another metal restraint was holding her head in place. The only other item she could see in the dimly lit room was a tray on a nearby cart. An array of menacing scalpels and surgical instruments laid there, silently threatening her.

Giving up trying to struggle, Pinkie sat there for several minutes, doing nothing more than to look up at the bright light that hung over the operating table. Suddenly, the deafening silence was broken by the opening of a pair of swinging doors behind her. Judging by the sound of approaching hooves, Pinkie knew that at least one pony was marching towards her. Pinkie instantly recognized the pony that came into view. It was Carol, the wolf disguised as a sheep.

“What are you going to do to me?” asked Pinkie Pie, trying her best to avoid looking terrified in the face of her captor.

“I’m here to help you, Pinkie,” said Carol, her insidious personality trying to mask itself behind a mask of compassion.

“Only my friends get to call me Pinkie,” she growled.

“Fair enough then Ms. Pinkamena Diane Pie. Here is exactly what I’m going to do too you. I’ll be performing a lobotomy on you.”

“ I don’t know what this ‘lobotomy’ or whatever you call it is, I know that you’re just here to hurt me.”

“Delusions, Ms. Pie. You need to quit being such a victim and let me help you. This surgical procedure will help to get your voices under control. Then we can get you out of here and back to your family.”

“I don’t believe you. I also don’t give you permission to do whatever it is you're about to do to me.”

“You don’t have to. I have been given written permission from your parents to perform this operation.”

Carol then picked up a piece of paper from the surgical equipment tray. Using her horn’s magic to hover it in front of Pinkie’s face, Carol continued, “As you can clearly see here, your parents have affixed their signature to this document. Not even your parents think you’re normal.”
Tears streaming down her face, Pinkie laid back and gave up all hope. It was futile to resist.
Carol picked up a scalpel with her hoof and hovered it over to Pinkie’s forehead. Drawing the knife back, she lunged the knife forward. Just as the scalpel was about to make contact with Pinkie’s skull everything cut to black.

Chapter 15, Part 5

Somewhere Beyond the Infinite

Pinkie found herself standing in the middle of a black… void. There was nothing visible as far as she could see.
“Hello!” she yelled into the nothingness. The only reply she got was the echoing of her voice.
“Am I dead?” she asked herself.
“No you are not,” said a deep and regal voice from behind her. Pinkie instantly recognized that voice. Turning around, she saw Princess Luna sitting at a tea table that was obviously set for two.
“Princess Luna! What are you doing here? Where are we?”
“My friend, please sit down. I will explain everything that has happened in due time. Please be seated,” said Luna, gesturing to the seat across from her.
Pinkie Pie did as she was told and sat at attention, ready for Luna to begin explaining.
“We are currently located in the realm between dreams. I travel here while I’m resting from interfering with ponies dreams.”
Interrupting, Pinkie asked, “So everything that just happened was a dream?”
“That is correct Ms. Pie.”
Pinkie let out an audible sigh of relief. She had been afraid that all of the horrid things her dream version had done were real.
“Thank goodness none of that was real,” said Pinkie to the Princess of the Night.
“Not yet at least,” said Luna ominousely.
“What do you mean?” asked Pinkie, perplexed.
“I created that dream in order to show you a possible future that could happen if you don’t get help for your various mental problems.”
“I wouldn’t do that!” shouted Pinkie defensively, angered at the insinuation that she was a violent mental patient.
“I never said that you would. However, if you continue to slide into madness, you don’t know what you might do to others or to yourself.”
“You mean to tell me that you’re the one that created all of these dreams in order to scare me into checking myself into some mental hospital.”
“No, I was only trying to show you why you need help. I’m sorry for-,” said Luna, stammering out an excuse for her invasion of Pinkie’s dreams.
“You’d better be sorry buster! I’m never going back! Ever! I was taken advantage of before and I will never let anyone ever put me into that same situation ever again! Do you understand me, Princess! I’m not a nutcase!” screamed Pinkie Pie, her eyes piercing through Luna’s veneer of moral superiority.
“I-I’m sorry Pinkie. It was wrong of me to scare you like that. Forgive me. I was just trying to help-”
“Well don’t! No one wants your ‘help!’ You invade everypony's dreams and try to manipulate their innermost thoughts to teach them some sort of lesson! Just stay out of other people’s lives for a change and mind your own dang business!”
Luna didn’t respond to this. Instead she got up and ran off into the distance crying. Eventually she disappeared as she slipped over some sort of an invisible horizon.
“And don’t come back!” yelled Pinkie, the normally joyful pony harbouring no mercy for the Canterlot princess who had just put her through a seemingly endless emotional ordeal.
Sitting down on her haunches, Pinkie thought over what she had just said to the second most powerful pony in the land.
“She deserved that after what she put me through.” thought Pinkie Pie to herself. Instantly, she was filled with remorse over that thought and everything she had uttered to Luna during her tirade. She hadn’t meant to hurt Luna. She had just been scared of confronting her problems and had projected her fears onto Luna.
“Oh Celestia have mercy on me,” she thought to herself, issuing forth a prayer for forgiveness to the Solar Princess.
Suddenly, the reality around came to an end as her alarm clock snapped her out of her sleep.
Crawling out of bed, Pinkie walked over to the bathroom. Sitting down on the toilet, she contemplated what had happened the previous night.
“What will I do?” asked Pinkie to herself, contemplating what course of action to take going forward.
On one hand, she could follow Luna’s advice and go and see a psychologist about her problems. But that would entail the risk of being potentially sent to a mental hospital if they deemed her too much of a psychotic. She didn’t want that. She wanted to live out her life as an independent pony who made others laugh.
“Then it’s settled” said Pinkie Pie as she rose off of the toilet seat. “I shall keep calm and carry on.”
With that she committed herself to a path that would forever change the course of her life. Whether or not that would be for the better remained to be seen.

Questions for the readers

Sorry for they delay in updating the story, I’m still editing the next chapter. In lieu of that, I thought it would be a good idea to ask the readers of this fic some questions about the story.

1.) Which parts of the story have you found enjoyable (i.e. the dialouge, character development, etc.)? Which parts have you found unenjoyable/in need of improvement?

2.) The pacing of the story? Is it moving to fast or too slow through this time period?

3.) Do you believe that the story should focus more on Equestrian politics and its interactions with the human world in the Cold War, or should it focus more on “slice of life” updates that show our little ponies growing up in this alternate timeline.

4.) Should the fic focus on Canon character’s or OCs? Thus far there are almost no OC’s, something that will change in the coming chapters. Should I put an emphasis on developing these characters (i.e. Diamond Mistrial, the soon to be revealed spy cheif of Equestria, and Twilight Glimmer, Starlight’s future daughter) or should I put an emphasis on the show’s characters (i.e. the Mane 6 and the CMC) and developing their stories in this TL.

Thank you for reading this. Your feedback will help play a big role going forward in this TL.

Chapter 16: You Make My Heart Flutter

Tuesday, August 17, 1948
Fluttershy’s Cottage, Ponyville

“Now there, Angel. Could you be a good bunny and finish the last of your meal,” she said, gently pushing a half eaten carrot towards her defiant pet.

Angel crossed his arms before kicking the carrot across the room. Fluttershy steeled herself for what she was about to do. Looking him in the eye, she gave him her infamous “stare.” Immediately, he became obedient and scurried across the room to the forlorn carrot. Scarfing it down quickly, he then rushed off to play with some of the other woodland creatures that Fluttershy was taking care of.

Normally she wouldn’t resort to such drastic measures. However, Angel had become increasingly grump and defiant in recent months. Fluttershy attributed it to his old age.
“Grandfather had been like that before he passed away,” thought Fluttershy to herself. She had become increasingly concerned about Angel’s health and wellbeing. While he was still in great physical and mental condition, he was approaching his 10th birthday. The average lifespan of a bunny was 10-11 years.
“Enough of those bad thoughts,” said Fluttershy to herself. Looking up at the clock on the wall, she realized that it was the top of the hour. That meant that the latest news would be on the radio. Galloping over to her radio, she turned the dial to the correct frequency and listened in.
“Hello, it is 13:00 here in Canterlot. Here is a summary of the world news,” read the calm female announcer.
“The Berlin Blockade Crisis has entered its 53rd day. US forces have continued their airlift of supplies into the besieged Western portions of the former German capital. There have been unconfirmed reports of Soviet aircraft shadowing the American aircraft.”
“In a new development, Princess Celestia has announced that she will send supplies to occupied western Germany for the Americans to airlift into Berlin. Emphasizing what she called, ‘the moral imperative of Equestrians to help those in need,’ she has also indicated that Equestria will provide food and financial assistance to European nations affected by the recent world war in exchange for the release of enslaved ponies to Equestria. This mirrors the American Marshall-”
“Hello there Flutters!” said a familiar voice, interrupting her attempt to listen to the news.
Turning down the radio, Fluttershy turned around and greeted her “friend” Discord.
“You know that you can use the front door,” she said playfully.
“Yes, well you see that actually requires work. As you well know, I’d have to knock on the door and wait for you to answer it. Why do that when you can simply teleport into someone’s house?” he said, trying his best to suppress a chuckle.
However, he and Fluttershy found themselves utterly incapable of doing so, and broke out into raucous laughter.
“Come and sit,” she said, pointing Discord to the couch. “I’ll get the tea started.”
“Oh don’t worry about that. I’ve already got it covered.” said Discord as he snapped his fingers and caused a teapot and two cups to appear on her coffee table.
“O! How generous,” said Fluttershy, once again surprised by the magical abilities of her partner.
Taking a seat next to her friend, Fluttershy said, “So did you hear the latest news about the situation in Europe?” She and Discord enjoyed to discuss politics and philosophy during their weekly teas. The two of them possessed an intellectual side that most people were unaware existed.
“Yes I have. However, it doesn’t concern me in the least,” said Discord.
“How can you say that?” asked Fluttershy, taken aback by her companion’s lack of concern over an explosive geopolitical situation.
“Listen Fluttershy,” said the Draconequus cooly. “When you've been in existence for several million years you gain the ability to tell when people are bluffing and when they are being serious. And let me tell you one thing. The Russians are bluffing. The Americans have nuclear weapons, they don’t. They’ll back down soon enough.”
“But what if they don't?” asked a concerned Fluttershy.
“Look Fluttershy, you’ve got to learn to not worry about things that are beyond your control. Only worry about things that you can control.”
Fluttershy, realizing that the conversation was going nowhere, decided to change the topic. “So Celestia has invited me and the other Elements of Harmony to Canterlot to watch the debut of a biographical film about her. We each were allowed to invite one guest. I was thinking-”
“I accept,” said Discord, cutting off his yellow pegasus friend.
Fluttershy rolled her eyes at the somewhat fashion by which Discord accepted her offer to be her date.
“How should I dress?” asked Discord, as a series of outfits appeared in front of him, levitating in mid air.
“Well it is a formal event,” said Fluttershy.
“Got it, babe,” said Discord as he snapped his fingers. A moment later he was fully dressed in suit and tie.
“Great. I just have one request.”
“And what would that be?” asked Discord.
“Can you not call me babe, at least when we are in public.”
“Why? Are you ashamed of having people know that we are dating?” asked Discord. Fluttershy saw the emotional pain in his eyes and immediately felt sorry for accidentally hurting his feelings.
“Oh not at all,” said Fluttershy, snuggling up against her boyfriend. “I recognize that you’ve fundamentally changed as a person and I think that you have a beautiful personality.”
“Then we do you insist on keeping our relationship a secret.?” asked Discord, confused.
”You promise not to tell anyone?” asked Fluttershy, looking up at her lover flirtatiously.
“Promise.”
“Ever since I was a teenager, one of my greatest romantic dreams was to be in a secret romance with an attractive stallion. And while you may not be a stallion, I do enjoy our little secret romantic escapades.”
Blushing, Discord said, “Well having a boyfriend who can teleport around the world, does allow one to have some variety for date nights.”
“Indeed. Whenever you want, we can come forward about our relationship. However, I would ask that you indulge my little romantic fantasy a little bit longer,” she said, pleading Discord with puppy dog eyes.
“Fine, you win,” he said, appeasing Fluttershy.
“Thank you. You’re the greatest boyfriend, a mare could ever ask for,” said Fluttershy as she planted a light kiss on Discord’s blushing cheeks.

Chapter 17: In the Corridors of Power

October 3, 1948
The Royal Castle, Canterlot, Equestria

Celestia sat on her throne, reviewing the latest economic and diplomatic reports from her advisors and ministers. Diligently she examined the state of affairs in Equestria, while her sister Luna sat beside her, ready to provide advice. Celestia had been giving greater responsibilities to her younger sister. She knew that someday (hopefully in the distant future), she would be with the gods. Equestria’s next ruler had to be prepared in order to ensure that a smooth transition still occurs.

“Another good year for Equestria,” said Celestia as she put down the final report on the booming Equestrian tourist industry.

“Yes my sister,” said Luna as she looked up from a parchment that she was reading.

“What are you reading?” asked Celestia.

“Ohh just a petition from the Union of Equestrian Liberals.”

“What does it say,” asked Celestia. She had a deep disdain for these populist demagogues who favored a foreign ideology over Celestia’s benevolent rule.

“They are requesting the establishment of a national parliament which would vote on legislation and for the establishment of a constitution with provisions that protect the rights of Equestrian rights,” said Luna.

“What a bunch of insolent brats,” said Celestia, her normally kind demeanor getting replaced by a visible hatred for the liberal opposition.

“What do you mean?” asked Luna, taken aback by her older sister’s anger.

“I’ve run the country for just over 1,000 years. We’ve experienced peace, domestic tranquility, and an unparalleled era of prosperity. These people have the audacity to claim that I can’t be entrusted to properly run the country.”

“I don’t think that these people doubt your ability to run the country. I think that they simply wish to give the people a greater say in how they are governed.”

“The people already get a say in how they govern when it comes to local issues. Ponies can vote for mayor and have their own town council. That will suffice for them.”

“Perhaps Equestria could be even better governed if you and the people were more closely connected. When I went to America I was impressed by how well organized their society was. They-”

“That’s enough of that liberal drivel,” said Celestia curtly.

Luna, taken aback by the stern nature of her sister’s rebuke, paused before responding. “The world is changing. We need to give more power to the people. Someday we both will be dead and if neither of us have a child then someone will have to govern. Perhaps someone from the people-”

“That’s what Twilight is for.”

Luna was surprised. While she knew that Twilight would continue to play a key role in Equestria’s future, she didn’t know that Celestia intended make her the head of state. The more she thought of it, the more embarrassed she was at her blindness to something that seemed so utterly obvious.

Desperate to claw out some sort of a concession to mollify her liberal friends, Luna changed topics. “Perhaps we could still grant some concessions that would simultaneously mollify the concern of the reformists while maintaining your firm grasp on power.”

“The people of Equestria already enjoy a plethora of liberties. You aren’t implying I’m sort of tyrant?” asked Celestia, suspicion creeping into her voice.

“Not at all sister!” said Luna, getting defensive. “I’m simply saying that perhaps it’s time that we establish some sort of ‘Declaration of the Rights of Ponykind’ that reaffirms the legal rights of our citizens.”

“‘Declaration of Pony Rights.’ I like the ring of that,” said Celestia, warming to the idea. Turning to her sister, she said, “I’ve got an idea. How about you take the next couple of months to draft such a document. I’m certain that you’ll benefit from the experience of law crafting.”

“Thank you sis-”

“As much as I would love to chat, I’ve got to go to a meeting of my foreign policy staff. This ‘Cold War’ is getting pretty heated,” said Celestia, swiftly trotting towards the throne room’s door. “I’m sure that you understand.”

Luna did understand. Her sister believed that she had a subordinate role and that Luna had to stay in her place. Luna, though, had other plans. While she would always remain loyal to Celestia and would never move against her like she had foolishly done a thousand years before, Luna intended to play a decisive role in improving Equestrian society. This desire was motivated in part by a patriotic desire to better her homeland. However, it was largely driven by a desire to redeem herself in the eyes of the Equestrian public after her failed attempt to depose her sister and cast the nation into perpetual night.
Her trip to America had inspired her to embrace the ideals of liberty and democracy. She intended to bring those ideals to Equestria one way or another.

Author's Notes:

Finally some more government and politics updates

Chapter 18, Part 1: A Rainbowtastic Mission

November 29, 1948
Near Rainbow Dash’s Home

Scootaloo and Rainbow Dash were flying back to their home in the clouds, the flightless pegasus strapped to Rainbow Dash’s back. They were returning from the Ponyville Movie Theatre where they had seen the film adaptation of Daring Do. The film had lived up to their expectations, giving the pair of them much to talk about on their way home.

“What was your favorite scene, Scootaloo,” asked Rainbow Dash.

“I liked the opening where Daring Do evades the booby traps in that cave,” replied the orange and purple pegasus.

“That was pretty awesome. My favorite scene was the ending where the true identity of the villain was revealed. It was a real plot twist.”

“Really? I saw it from a mile away!” teased Scootaloo.

“Really squirt?” asked Rainbow Dash.

“Totally!”

Looking back ahead, Rainbow Dash saw that they were back at their house.

Landing on the cloudbank in front of her home, Rainbow Dash lowered herself in order to let Scootaloo hop off her back.

“Hey Scootaloo.”

“What mom,” asked Scootaloo. Even though they had been living together for several months, Rainbow Dash still felt weird being referred to as a mother. However it was a “good” kind of weird, if there was such a thing.

“Could you go please inside and feed tank. I see Derpy approaching, she probably has some mail for us.”

“Sure thing mom,” said Scootaloo before zipping inside. She may not have the ability to fly that her mother had, but she did share the same love of speed.

Rainbow Dash turned to face the landing grey mailmare. “Hello there Derpy,” said Rainbow Dash, greeting her friend.

“I got you some mail!” shouted the tone-deaf pegasus. Reaching back to her satchel, she picked up a series of letters and handed them off to Dashie.

“Thanks,” said Rainbow Dash as her friend took off.

“See you later,” said Derpy Hooves before taking off on an erratic and meandering flight path.
Rainbow Dash turned back towards her home and walked in through the front door. Laying the mail out on her kitchen table, she separated the mail into two different piles, one for junk mail and the other for actual mail.

“I’ll get it,” said Rainbow Dash. She walked over to the phone and cradled the phone in her hooves.
“Hello,” she said.
“Hello Rainbow Dash, this is Princess Celestia,” said the instantly recognizable voice.
“Oh, hello there your highness,” said Rainbow Dash, surprised by the fact that she was on the phone with Equestria’s leader.
“I’ve need you to come to my palace in Canterlot immediately.”
“Why? What’s the matter Celestia?”
“I can’t discuss it over an insecure line. I’ll have to brief you on your mission when you arrive here.”
“Okay, I’m on my way Princess!”
“Thank you Ms. Dash.”
Rainbow Dash put the phone down and began to make her way to her bedroom. She didn’t know how long she was going to be gone or where she going and needed to bring clothing. She wasn’t a fashionista like her friend Rarity, but she knew that Celestia could be sending her off on a mission to someplace with extreme weather such as YakYakistan.
“Was that Celestia on the phone?” asked Scootaloo, excitedly.
“Yeah, it was squirt.”
“What did she say?”
“Not much. She’s just summoning me to Canterlot. She said that it’s secret and that she can’t tell me what it’s about over the phone.”
“Will you be gone long?” asked Scootaloo.
This wasn’t the first time that Rainbow Dash had been forced to leave suddenly to go on a mission for Equestria. The Cutie Map had been keeping her busy lately with lots of “Friendship Missions.” However, this was her first time doing a solo mission for Celestia.
“I don’t know Scootaloo,” said Rainbow Dash. “But you know the drill.”
“Yes. Pack my bags and head on over to Twilight’s place while you’re away.”
“That’s right.”
“Mom, can I ask you a question?”
“Sure thing Scootaloo.”
“Why can’t I say here at home while you are gone? I’m sixteen. In two years I’ll be an adult.”
“I understand that you want to be independent,” said Rainbow Dash. “I was once a teenager as well.”
“However,” she continued, “It wouldn’t be a good idea to leave you up here on the cloud by yourself. That’s not because I don’t trust you, but rather because it would be impossible for you to fly to school or to visit your friends due to your… condition.”
An awkward silence fell between Rainbow Dash and Scootaloo. Dejectedly she said, “Okay, I understand,” before trotting off to pack up her stuff in her room.
Rainbow Dash turned and entered into her bedroom. Opening a satchel, she proceeded to place a light jacket and a scarf into the small bag. She didn’t want to over pack as that would make flying all the way to Canterlot difficult and tiresome. Besides, if she needed anything else, she could simply buy it before going off on her mission.
A few minutes later, her and Scootaloo were away from home and off to adventure.

Chapter 18, Part 2

Evening that same day
Royal Palace, Canterlot, Ponyville, Equestria

Rainbow Dash had just arrived after a long and arduous journey to Canterlot. An aide of the Princess had already shown her to her room. There she dumped her bag before proceeding to the royal throne room. She had been sitting there for nearly half an hour, patiently waiting for Celestia to arrive.

Suddenly, she heard the door behind her swung open. Swiftly she turned and bowed before Celestia.
“Please rise my subject,” said Celestia.
“You summoned me to Canterlot for an important mission. What is it?” asked Rainbow Dash.
“Are you aware of the current political situation in the Soviet Union?”
“I really don’t follow the news much, but I do know that it’s led by some guy named Stalin and that their communists. I don’t really understand what that is but from what I’ve heard from Twilight’s and Starlight’s conversations it’s something bad.”
“That would largely be true,” said Celestia. “The (human) rights situation in the country is horrid based on the testimony of individuals who fled the Soviet Union.”
“What does this have to do with me being here?” asked Rainbow Dash.
“Patience my dear,” said Celestia calmly. “We are in need of photographic evidence of the abuses occurring in the Soviet Union. That is where you come in.”
Dashie cleared her throat. She was speechless. Her a secret agent? It sounded like something from a Ponywood movie script.
“What do you want me to do?” asked Rainbow Dash.
“Scattered across the Soviet Union are a variety of prisons called ‘gulags.’ In these camps, prisoners from across the Soviet Empire are housed and exploited for the purposes of slave labour. Many are killed in these camps for merely holding the wrong political views.”
“That’s horrid,” said Dash.
“We hope to obtain pictures of some of these camps in order to help shed light on the abuses occurring behind the ‘Iron Curtain.’”
“We would normally use one of our agents to infiltrate another country for espionage. However, a talking pony in a human country would draw too much attention, especially for such a sensitive mission as this.”
“Additionally, the area around these camps are heavily guarded by soldiers. Therefore, the only way for this mission to succeed is for us to have a pegasus fly quickly over the area in question and take pictures during their fly over.”
“That’s where you come in Ms. Dash.”

Chapter 18, Part 3

December 3, 1948
1,000 feet over the Soviet-Turkish border

Rainbow Dash sped through the night sky, rushing under the cover of darkness towards her objective, the Bakoe prison camp in the Azerbaijan SSR. She was to land in the surrounding area and rest for the night. In the morning she would have to quickly rush over the camp and take photos before speeding for the border. This was because the camera that she had been equipped with was only capable of taking clear photographs during the day.

While Rainbow Dash felt nervous about flying over a hostile country as a spy, she was simultaneously exhilarated at the prospect of serving her country and returning home a hero. In particular she hoped that this would impress her crush Fluttershy. She still hadn’t come out to her friend, however, she planned on doing so sometime soon.

“Perhaps on Hearth's Warming Eve we can have some time to ourselves,” she thought to herself.

“Focus on the mission Rainbow,” she reminded herself. She couldn’t let Fluttershy know her true feelings if she didn’t make it back. Besides, Scootaloo would be heartbroken if anything happened to her.

Rainbow Dash had written to her daughter and her friends to let them know that she would be gone for several more days on some “personal business.” She hadn’t been authorized to give any clues about the true nature of her secret mission.

Focusing on the ground, below she scanned for a warm, secluded spot for her to sleep for a few hours before she continued on to the camp in the morning. Judging by the time she had spent flying, Rainbow Dash presumed that she was close to the camp in question.
Landing at the mouth of a cave, she proceeded to make her way inside. While the temperature inside the cave was frigid, she at least found it bearable compared to the absolutely horrid weather outside. The only reason she hadn’t frozen to death was because Celestia had given her a specially crafted suit that was under the effect of a magic spell that enabled the more efficient trapping of one’s body heat.
The effects of the spell only worked when the wearer was in motion and expending large amounts of heat, thus she needed to have an isolated resting spot. Proceeding deeper into the cave, she found a relatively secluded spot behind a rock. Laying out her sleeping bag, Rainbow Dash slid into it, enjoying the warm bliss that came from it.
“Sweet dreams,” she said to herself before closing her eyes and commencing her long awaited slumber.

_______

Rainbow Dash found herself laying in a bed that wasn’t hers. Getting up she looked around the room. Judging by the copious number of pictures of Fluttershy and animals, she guessed that she was in Fluttershy’s bedroom.

“What the hay?” she thought to herself as she rolled out of the bed.

Hearing Fluttershy’s beautiful singsong voice downstairs, she proceeded to head down the stairs. Making her way to the kitchen, she saw Fluttershy gingerly placing some toast into the toaster.

“Oh hey there Dashie,” she said, seductively fluttering her eyelashes at Rainbow.

“Um, hello there,” Dash responded, taken aback by unusual behavior of her friend. “I know this is going to sound like a weird question, but why did I wake up in your bed?”

“You don’t remember last night?”

“No not at all,” said Rainbow Dash. “Hopefully I didn’t do something stupid after drinking too much ‘cider.’”

“Last night you shared your feelings for me. At first I was taken shocked that I had been the subject of a nearly decade long lesbian crush. However, I found the concept rather sweet and well… let’s just say that we shared a romantic evening upstairs,” said Fluttershy.
Rainbow Dash had mixed emotions about this surprising news. Part of her was disappointed that she didn’t remember anything from such a momentous moment in her life. On the other hand, she was simply glad that she had finally done what she should have done years before, coming out to Fluttershy.

“So we are like girlfriends now?” asked Rainbow Dash.

Fluttershy let out a chuckle at this serious question. Realizing that Rainbow Dash was being serious, Fluttershy said, “Of course not, I don’t swing that way.”

“Then why did you sleep with me?” asked Rainbow Dash angrily.

“It was an opportunity to have fun and enjoy myself. What did you think Dashie? That I actually love you. Eww, of course not!”

“You- You used me!” screamed Rainbow Dash.

“Oh please,” said Fluttershy, rolling her eyes. “You got what you wanted and I got what I wanted. Quit being such a-”

Rainbow Dash didn’t hear the rest of Fluttershy’s lecturing as she was already rushing out of the door, her vision blurred by the copious number of tears that were streaming out of her eyes. Not being able to clearly see where she was going, Rainbow Dash crashed into tree. The blurred world around her went a solid black.

Chapter 18, Part 4

Rainbow Dash suddenly found herself in the middle of an entirely austere, blank white reality. Looking around she found that she couldn’t spot a horizon, nor any signs of a solid ground below her. Indeed, she was floating through seeming nothingness.

“Am I dead?” she asked alive, hoping for an answer from whatever god or entity controlled this reality.

“No you aren’t my dear friend,” said a deep female voice.

Suddenly, there was a bright flash and then Princess Luna appeared directly in front of Rainbow Dash.

“Hello there Princess Luna,” said Rainbow Dash, quickly bending forward to bow to the Lunar Princess and Controller of Pony Dreams.

“Please rise my friend. I’m certain you would like an explanation about where you are.”

“That would be awesome.”

“You are in the reality between dreams. Here is where I peer into dreams. This reality may appear as a blank white slate to regular ponies such as you. However, I’m currently viewing millions of pony dreams as we speak.”

“What am I doing here?” asked Rainbow Dash.

“I believe that you may have accidently left your dream and somehow managed to penetrate this magic dimension.”

“I’m not in trouble?” asked Dashie worried.

“Not at all. This happens once every couple of days. Eventually all interlooping ponies wake up and in most cases they forget the experience all together.”

“I see. Well don’t worry about me Princess. I’ll let you get back to peering into people’s dreams.”

Rainbow Dash suddenly realized something. If Luna observed and occasionally meddled in pony’s dreams, did that mean that she had just witnessed Dashie’s most recent dream about Fluttershy?

“Um, Princess, how much of that dream did you see?”

“I see all dreams Ms. Dash. It is my job to fight any real demons that might harm you in your dream.”

Dashie blushed in embarrassment. Luna had been privy to all her romantic dreams about Fluttershy.

“Don’t you worry Ms. Dash, your secret admiration of Fluttershy is safe with me.”

This prompted Rainbow Dash to let out a sigh of relief.

“However, based on your various dreams I sense a great deal of inner turmoil within you over this topic. If you wish we could discuss it with you.”

“I appreciate your offer. Really, I do. But I’ll have to pass.”

“I respect your wishes Ms. Dash. I just want you to know that I’ve been through a similar situation myself.”

“Really?” This factoid intrigued Rainbow Dash. The Princess, a lesbian?

“So you’re also a lesbian?”

“Actually, I’m bi,” said Luna, blushing at the revelation. “For several thousands of years I’ve shared an attraction to members of both genders. However, it wasn’t until recently that I developed the courage to act on my attraction to fellow mares.”

“Over the past couple of years I’ve developed a crush on your friend Twilight-”

“Wait, you have a crush on Twi?!” interrupted Rainbow Dash.

“Um, well yes, I did.”

“Aww that’s so cute,” fawned Dashie.

“Oh… thank you. That’s very kind of you.”

“Think nothing of it Princess!”

“Where was I? Oh yes! Eventually I gained the nerve to ask her out. We went out on a handful of dates before going our separate ways.”

“I’m sorry to hear that,” said Rainbow Dash.

“Don’t be. Even though things didn’t work out between me and your friend, it helped me overcome my fears. Since then I’ve found a stable and loving relationship with another marefriend of mine.”

“Good for you,” said Rainbow Dash.

“What I’m trying to say is that you shouldn’t be afraid of telling Fluttershy your feelings. Either things will work out or they won’t. Either way, you would have freed yourself from having to hide your feelings from her.”

“I’m just scared. You, as a royal, don’t have to worry about being arrested for being a homosexual. I as a commoner do.”

Luna paused for a moment before continuing, “I know it’s dangerous for you to do so, but I think you can trust Fluttershy to be discreet, even if she turns you down.”

“I suppose…”

“How long have you had a crush on her?” asked Luna.

“For nearly ten years. It all started when I was in high school with her.”

“I’m listening,” prompted Luna.

“I had known her since attending flight school with her nearly a decade before that. However, I had only viewed her as a close friend.”

“What changed?”

“Well, one time at a slumber party with some of my mare friends we played a game of truth or dare that... got a bit out of hand. I wound up making out with one of my friends.”

“I’m surprised at you!” said Luna.

Rainbow Dash, blushing, said, “I was a very different mare back then.”

“Back to your story.”

“Oh yes! Up to that point I had identified as ‘straight’ and had gone out on dates with several stallions. However, I enjoyed kissing my friend way more than I had ever enjoyed kissing any guy. Additionally, I had noticed that I had routinely found myself physically attracted to many of my mare friends.”

“Let me guess what happens next,” interrupted Luna. “You questioned your sexuality and then realized your a lesbian or bisexual.”

“Well, yeah. I initially wasn’t attracted to Fluttershy. After all, we had been friends since we were children. However, a few months later, my mother passed away. She was so kind in her emotional support of me. I gradually came to love and adore her. However, unlike the other girls that I had been attracted to in the past, this was a genuine affection as a opposed to a mere physical attraction.”

“I can understand why you like her so much. She is truly a gentle and sweet mare.”

“I know, she’s a real saint.”

“Do your parents know about your feelings?”

“They’re both dead. My father passed away five years ago,” responded Rainbow Dash, her voice cracking.

“I’m sorry- I didn’t know that.”

“It’s okay.”

"Sometimes it takes tradgedy to show us a path we didn't know existed," said Luna solemnly.

"I suppose your right Princess Luna."

“While I'm enjoying this conversation that we're having, I think that it’s time that you wake up,” said Luna, suddenly.

“Why is that?” asked Rainbow Dash.

“It’s morning where your at.”

“Ohh yeah… duh!” said Rainbow Dash, embarrassed.

Suddenly the cold, white dream dimension she was in was replaced by the soft light of a winter morning.

Chapter 18, Part 5

Rainbow Dash awoke to the peaceful sound of wind blowing into the cave. While she felt a bit chilly, she was pleased that she had been able to have so restful a slumber. Looking down at her watch, she noticed that she had overslept! Her initial plan had been to fly over the camp in the morning, thus reducing her chances of getting spotted. It was now high noon, and if she flew over the camp there was an elevated risk of getting spotted and shot down by anti-aircraft fire.

“Looks like I’ll have to delay my fly over until morning,” thought Rainbow Dash to herself.

Reaching into her satchel, she took out the food she had packed for herself. Leaning down, she picked up a loaf of bread with her mouth and began to chew on the food.
Reflecting on the past couple of months of her life, she realized just how truly blessed she was. She was surrounded by amazing friends, her dream of joining the Wonderbolts had come true, and now she had a beautiful daughter waiting for her back home.
“All I have to do is return home safely from this mission and I can go back to living my life,” thought the rainbow colored pegasus to herself.
The thought of death scared her. While she wasn’t particularly religious, she did believe in the Equestrian pantheon of gods and the concept of an afterlife. She wondered if she was a good person and whether she would be in paradise of she got killed while in service towards her country.
Turning her thoughts back to this world, she wondered how her friends would respond to her dying. Certainly they would miss her, she thought to herself. But who would take care of Tank? Or Scootaloo? The thought of Scootaloo being orphaned once again made her shudder. She resolved then and there to never let that happen. She would do her mission and then return back to Equestria. If Celestia ever asked her to go on another secret mission she would politely reject such an offer. Her obligations to her family came first.
Suddenly, Rainbow Dash’s train of thought was broken by the sound of approaching footsteps and indistinct conversations. Collecting her possessions, Rainbow dove behind a large boulder in the cave. Holding her breath, she didn’t dare make a noise as the humans entered the cave.
“Накройте вход в то время как я проверяю пещеру для беглеца,” said one of the humans in what Dash guessed was Russian. Not knowing what was being said merely added to her panic. Quietly, she slid her satchel onto her back, moving swiftly but quietly, hoping not to alert the approaching human.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the human being, dressed in military fatigues, walk past her, his rifle raised.
“I’ve got to get out of here,” thought Rainbow Dash to herself.
Jumping over the bolder, she spread her wings out and raced for the entrance of the cave. Seeing three more humans, each raising their rifles towards her, she swung left and then right, hoping to evade their gun fire.
However, just as she was about to zip past the humans blocking the entrance, she felt a surge of excruciating pain race through her left wing. As she fell towards the ground she saw her whole life flash before her eyes, every pain and pleasure she had ever experience being felt in an instant.
Rainbow Dash struck the ground with a painful crunch and her whole world went dark.

Author's Notes:

End of Chapter 18

Chapter 19, Part 1: In the Bowels of the Beast

Chapter 19: In the Bowels of the Beast

Three Hours Later, December 4, 1948
A Dark cell

Rainbow Dash’s eyes fluttered open. She felt an excruciating pain in her left wing and in her head. “I must have hit my head pretty hard back there,” she thought to herself.
She tried unsuccessfully to rise out of the chair she was in. Looking down, she noticed that she was tied to an uncomfortable, wooden chair. All attempts to wiggle free proved ineffective.

“Where am I?” thought the alarmed pegasus to herself.

Quickly looking around, she noticed that she was in a dark, grey room. The only available source of light in the windowless room was a solitary light bulb directly above her.

“I see our prisoner has awoken,” said a deep voice. Rainbow Dash tried to turn around to see who was behind her. Out of the corner of her eyes, she saw a male human advance from the shadows and approach her.

Walking past her, he reached his hand out and flipped a switch. Suddenly the dark grey room was light up by a series of bright lights. Rainbow Dash closed her eyes, the sudden brightness causing her head to feel like it was about to explode from the pain.

After her eyes began to adjust to the light, she began to look around the room, this time, completely able to observe the environment around her. On the opposite side of the room was her satchel. Next to it was a more disturbing sight. Laid out on the desk across her was a collection of scalpels and tweezers, their purposes abundantly clear to Dash.

“So Ms. Rainbow Dash,” said the human, “what were you doing flying in our country with a high resolution camera?”

“How do you know my name,” asked Rainbow Dash, shocked.

“It’s very simple. Your name was written on the inside of this ‘Daring Do’ novel that we found in your rucksack.”

Rainbow Dash cursed herself for that kind of a boneheaded move.

“Now back to my question. What were you doing in our country with a spy camera!” shouted the Russian.

“I have no idea what you're talking about! I’ve never been into your country!” lied Rainbow Dash.

“You were wounded resisting arrest by NKVD officers! We found a spy camera in your rucksack!”

“What makes you so certain! I could be some tourist who accidentally crossed the border.”

“People don’t ‘accidentally’ move 100 miles across a heavily defended border!”

Rainbow Dash realized that her captors weren’t going to be fooled by her lies. She had always been a poor liar, even worse than Applejack. Perhaps she should be considered the Element of Honesty.

“I see my attempts to elicit information through restrained methods have proven insufficient,” growled her interrogator.
Before she could react, his hand struck her across the face. Rainbow Dash simultaneously felt terror, shock, and anger surge through her. She lunged forward in an unsuccessful attempt to bite the Russian.
The Russian didn’t take kindly to this and sucker punched her on her right cheek. Rainbow Dash felt a jolt of pain course through her whole body. She felt as though she was about to pass out from the pain. In her mouth, she felt a metallic taste which she instantly recognized as blood.
“You’re going to give us the information that we want, and you're going to do so NOW!” yelled her interrogator.
Rainbow Dash defiantly refused to budge, remaining silent in the face of increasing violence and abuse by her interrogator.
After sustaining a brutal beating that seemed to last forever, she had yet to divulge a single bit of information about the purpose of her mission nor had she confessed to any of the wild charges being levied against her. Eventually her captor, tired of her non-cooperation, and opened the cell door, barking orders to some of his comrades.
Other guards came into the room and untied her from the chair and attached tight metal chains to her legs, making sure to keep her pinned down during the ordeal. Once she had been restrained, she was instructed to head outside. As soon as she stepped outside she began shivering uncontrollably, the cold Russian winter freezing her to the core.
“Fools,” she thought to herself. “They forgot to tie my wings up.”
Rainbow Dash then leapt upwards into the air and spread her wings out to take off. However, Rainbow Dash got no more than a single foot off the ground before crashing down onto the snow covered ground before her.
Immediately, the guards escorting her kicked her and barked at her to get up and to keep on moving. Rising from the ground, she continued to follow her captors.
Looking back over her left shoulder, she saw that a sight that nearly caused her to pass out. Rainbow Dash’s left wing was missing! The only part of her left wing that remained was a bloody stump. Her captors had taken away her greatest talent! Her ability to fly!
“You bastards!” she screamed as she lunged at the guard next to her.
Knocking him to the ground, she mounted him and began to pummel his face in. However, within a matter of seconds her violent outburst was brought to an end as a baton struck her over the back of the head.
Rainbow Dash’s world once again went black.

Chapter 20

Chapter 20: At the Mercy of the Enemy
Morning, December 5, 1948
A solitary confinement cell, Bakoe Camp, Azerbaijan SSR, USSR

Rainbow Dash spastically shivered, the cold air in her unheated cell penetrating her body. Her cheeks were chaffing from the dried up tears that she had been shedding ever since she had been transferred over to her cell. Her uncontrollable sobbing had been the product of not only the excruciating physical pain she felt in her head, sides, and shoulder but also the emotional pain that she felt over the fact that she would never fly again.
While this wasn’t her first time getting captured by an enemy (she and her friends had been held by Tirek, Starlight Glimmer, and Chrysalis on various occasions), this was the first time that she had been subjected to physical torture. Her previous captors had at least shown a basic modicum of chivalry towards her and her friends during their internment.
Rainbow Dash wasn’t an easily frightened pony. However, she was genuinely terrified of the prospect of not returning home alive. The thought of never seeing Scootaloo or her friends again filled her with dread.
However, Rainbow Dash realized that if she confessed and named the head of the elite Equestrian espionage unit that had briefly trained her, or signed a confession to the crimes that she was accused of (i.e. assisting in the destruction of Soviet territorial integrity) she knew that she would be betraying the security and honor of Equestria. As the Element of Loyalty, she had an obligation first and foremost to her country.
Suddenly, her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of her windowless cell door creaking open. Walking in after the guards was a human dressed in a doctor’s coat. In his hand was a clipboard with sheets of paper on it.
“How is our patient?” asked the man, an artificial warmth radiating from his voice.
“Patient?” asked Rainbow Dash, confused.
“Yes, patient,” he said, pointing to the stubby remains of her left wing.
“You did this to me!” said Rainbow Dash jumping to her hooves, ready to pounce.
The entrance of a baton wielding guard caused her to return to a less aggressive position.
“You mean to tell me that no one told you about why your wing is missing?”
Rainbow Dash silently shook her head, confused.
The doctor said, “When you were brought into my office you were unconscious and bleeding profusely from your wing. I was told that it ad been blown clean off when you were shot trying to evade our soldiers.”
Rainbow Dash thought back to the events surrounding her capture. She struggled to recall many of the details surrounding it. However, the one thing that she did remember before striking her head on the cave floor was experiencing a sudden pain in her left wing. Was that truly caused by a gunshot wound? It seemed like a plausible explanation. But she still had nagging doubts. Why should she trust the word of an enemy doctor?
“Why should I trust you… Mr. ... “
“Filipov Tikhon Borisovich is the name. You have no reason to believe me, especially after the rude introduction that my friends have made with you. However, it is the plain and simple truth. You can choose to accept it or not. It ultimately isn’t my problem. The only thing that I’m concerned about is seeing that you are alive and in relatively good condition. After all, a dead spy can’t talk.”
“You’ll never get me to talk! You hear me! I’m no coward!” shrieked Rainbow Dash.
“A friendly piece of advice Ms. Dash. The camp interrogators will inevitably get the information that they want out of you. If you want to live to someday be reunited with those you love, then I advise that you confess to everything and tell them what they want to hear.”

Chapter 20, Part 2

Three Hours Later,
Interrogation Cell

Rainbow Dash once again sat tied down to a chair in an interrogation cell. Once again she was being questioned by her captors. However, this time she wasn’t resisting them and was instead answering their questions.

“Do you confess to being a member to an anti-Soviet conspiracy?” asked one of the inquisitors.

“Yes I do,” said Rainbow Dash, fighting back the tears that came from the humiliation of “breaking” under torture.

An hour earlier, the guards had began the interrogation with a beating. Then they proceeded to the questioning part of the interrogation. Initially, Rainbow Dash had refused to say anything, opting instead to remain silent in the face of violence.

However, when they began striking her solitary wing with their batons, she broke down. The excruciating pain of her right wing getting broken was too much for her to take. It was then that she decided to confess to the allegations being waged against her. Everyone has their breaking point.
However, she refused to answer truthfully to questions on details about the Equestrian Air Force and its Special Operations Wing. She wouldn’t ever endanger the well-being and safety of others in order to save her own hide. She would rather die than betray her country.
______
A Week Later, December 12, 1948
A Soviet courtroom in Azerbaijan SSR, USSR

“Will the accused please rise for her verdict,” said the judge.

Rainbow Dash did as she was instructed and waited for the judge to read out her sentence. Rainbow Dash knew that she would be convicted at the end of this show trial. However, she hoped that if she played her role and followed her script then she would be given a lenient sentence and someday be released back to Equestria. Pleading guilty to the litany of ridiculous charges the NKVD had provided to her was one of the most humiliating things she had done. However, she knew that it was her only hope of avoiding execution.

“The accused, Ms. Rainbow Dash, is hereby sentenced to death for espionage and other crimes against the st-”

The judge was interrupted by Rainbow Dash loudly screaming and wailing at her death sentence. Angered, the judge ordered one of the guards present to remove Rainbow Dash while he continued reading the long list of charges that she was “convicted” of.

However, he would have to wait until Rainbow Dash was completely removed from the room, her hysterical screaming and incoherent pleads for mercy delaying a continuation of the Stalinist show-trial.

Rainbow Dash was soon to become just a nameless statistic in the long list of victims of the Stalinist state.

Chapter 20, Part 3

Evening,
A prison cell, Bakoe Camp

Rainbow Dash sat in her cell weeping for herself. Normally she wasn’t one to cry, however she couldn’t stop herself now. Here she was, the greatest flyer in all of Equestria, powerless to halt her imminent death via firing squad.

She thought back to all the life experiences she would never get to enjoy. She would never get to grow old with her friends. She would never get to tell Fluttershy her true feelings. However, the worst part was that she would never get the opportunity to raise Scootaloo and take care of her. She only wished that Twilight or one of her friends would take care of her adoptive daughter. Rainbow Dash hoped she would be able to find happiness in her life even without her adoptive mother to be there.

Rainbow Dash’s thoughts were interrupted by the sound of her prison cell door grinding open. Without having to be instructed she rose from her cot and approached the cell door. Following her captors, she entered into the dimly lit hallway and with them down the corridors, presumably to her execution spot. She had given up any hope of escape and thus followed without a struggle or any resistance.

Opening a door, her captors led her into the freezing night. Rainbow Dash immediately felt her whole entire body began shaking from the frigid cold of the Russian winter. However, she knew that it ultimately didn’t matter how cold she was. She would be dead in a few minutes.

After a few more minutes of walking, her and her captors approached a snow covered berm. In the moonlight she could see a group of armed soldiers standing approximately ten feet in front of the berm. Obeying her captors instructions, Rainbow Dash marched to the base of the berm, knowing full well what was in store for her.
Suddenly a searchlight turned on, illuminating the position where she stood. As soon as her eyes adjusted to the blinding brightness she looked around the lit circle where she stood. On the ground beneath her hooves was glistening red blood, evidence of an execution just hours or even minutes before.
The commanding officer of the armed men stepped forward and said, “Rainbow Dash, you stand accused of numerous crimes against the Soviet people and are hereby sentenced to death via firing squad. Any last words before you are blindfolded?”
“Rot in Tartarus you bastards! And you can keep your damn blindfold!” shouted Rainbow Dash.
“Fair enough.”
“Ready!”
Rainbow Dash flinched as her executioners rifles lifted.
“Aim!”
She braced herself for her imminent shooting.
“Fire!”
However, all Rainbow Dash herd was the sound of just under half a dozen hammers clicking as her executioners dry fired.
For several seconds Rainbow Dash stood still, trembling in fear, confused as to why her executioners were laughing. The commanding officer stepped forth and said, “Come now! Why so serious? Can’t you see this is a prank! You’re execution isn’t slated for another week!”
A prank! Part Rainbow Dash felt like charging at the human and beating his smug grin off of his face. However she knew that this would only bring further suffering upon herself and thus decided against it. “It’s pointless,” she thought to herself, “they’re going to kill me anyways.

Chapter 20, Part 4

A Week Later, December 19, 1948
Rainbow Dash’s Cell

It had been seven days since the mock execution Rainbow Dash had been forced to go through. In the ensuing days she had been spending her time reflecting upon her life decisions and wondering whether or not she should commit suicide to avoid the pain of getting executed. However, she decided against the latter course of action, realizing that such an action wouldn’t spare her the pain of death and would give her captors what they wanted. Besides, even if she wanted to kill herself she wouldn’t have been able to; any conceivable object that would be used to take her own life had been removed from her prison cell.

The prison cell opened and a group of armed men stepped into her cell. Rolling off her bed she shuffled her way over to them, utterly defeated and accepting of her fate.

“Ms. Rainbow Dash, thanks to the generosity of Comrade Stalin, you have been spared from death for your heinous crimes!”

“What?!” said Rainbow Dash, confused.

“The government of the Union of the Soviet Socialist Republics has arranged for a spy swap to occur with your home country. You are to be immediately brought to the Soviet-Turkish border where the spy swap will be held.”

“Do you have any questions?”

“Will I be going back home?”

“Yes.”

Rainbow Dash began weeping at this news. However for the first time in weeks, she wasn’t weeping out of sadness or self-pity but rather joy. She would soon be free.

Author's Notes:

Final part of Chapter 20

Chapter 21, Part 1: Returning Home

Mid-Day, December 19, 1948
Turkish-Soviet Border

The troop transport truck Rainbow Dash was in rumbled towards the border, the prearranged location for the spy swap. Rainbow Dash was wearing an insuppressible smile on her face. She was about to be free of the clutches of her tormentors and on her way home to Equestria.

The truck came to a stop and she was ushered out of the truck. Looking ahead, she saw that there was a pair of shacks straddling the border. At the shack that was 30 yards away from her was trio of ponies, one a unicorn the other an Earth pony. Standing between them was a blindfolded pegasus.
“Me and that pegasus must be the subject of a spy swap!” thought Rainbow Dash to herself, thinking back to a spy novel that she had borrowed from Twilight. “But why would a pegasus betray Equestria. How could anypony work for the humans as a spy?”
Rainbow Dash decided not to question things too hard and simply embrace the fact that she would soon be seeing her friends, who were so close to her she considered them essentially family.
Her pony compatriots removed the other pegasus’ blindfold and muttered something to her. Meanwhile, the Soviets removed the chains around Rainbow Dash’s hooves. As soon as the two prisoners were ready to be swapped. They began to walk towards each other.
Silently her and the opposing pegasus traded passing glances at each other. Looking at the other pegasus’ flank, she saw that her counterpart’s cutie mark was a pair of mask’s, one happy and the other sad. Was that an acting cutie mark? Or was it something more sinister, such as mastery of psychological manipulation? Rainbow Dash would have to find out the details surrounding the enemy spy that was being swapped for her freedom. However, that would have to wait until later.

“Hello, Ms. Dash, my name is Nurse Bleeding Heart,” said the unicorn. Pointing to her Earth pony counterpart, this is Colonel Buzz Cut of the Intelligence Division of the Equestrian Army.”
“Hello there,’ replied Rainbow Dash, uncertain of what to say in response. Venturing a response, she asked, “So what now? Do I catch a flight back to Equestria or what?”
Bleed Heart said, “First, we’ll need give you a medical examination. It looks like you sustained quite a few wounds”
Bleeding Heart pointed to Rainbow Dash’s bandaged right wing and her missing left wing. Reflexively, Rainbow Dash turned sideways, ineffectively trying to hide her missing appendage.
Realizing she had made things awkward, Bleeding Heart continued, “After that, my counterpart here will debrief you for any intelligence you may have gathered upon the Soviets as well as information about your treatment during your time in Soviet custody. After that we will hop a flight back to Equestria.”
“Finally,” thought Rainbow Dash to herself.

Chapter 21, Part 2

One Hour Later,
A Hotel Room in Igdir, Turkey

“Ow!”, shouted Rainbow Dash as Bleeding Heart touched her right wing.
“I’m sorry Ms. Dash,” apologized the nurse. “It looks like your right wing is broken. I will have a cast made for you briefly.”
“Thanks,” replied Rainbow Dash.
“Unfortunately, due to your… condition, you won’t be able to fly ever again.”
“You don’t need to sugarcoat it ma’am. My left wing got blown off!” retorted Rainbow Dash.
“Sorry.”
“Rainbow Dash turned to the young nurse, don’t apologize. I’m the one who should be sorry. Here you are trying to provide medical assistance to me and I repay you by being rude towards you.”
“It’s okay. You’ve been through a rough time. Replied the pink colored medical nurse.”
“Nurse Bleeding Heart is a lot more polite than most of the nurses at Ponyville General Hospital,” thought Rainbow Dash to herself.
Wanting to make conversation, she asked, “So… Ms. Bleeding Heart, how did you get interested in nursing.”
“It’s a funny thing really,” replied the medical pony. “From a young age I’ve always shared an interest in helping people out. After I got out of high school I decided to go onto get degree in nursing. After that I got a job in the Equestrian Army and well, badda-bing, badda-boom, I find myself here.”
“What about you,” asked the the nurse. “How did you become such a great flyer for the Wonderbolts?”
“Rainbow Dash winced at the reminder of the fact that her flying career was now over.
Nurse Bleeding Heart, realizing that she had raised a rather sensitive subject, moved to apologize. However, before she could voice her remorse, Rainbow Dash cut her off.
“I began to care about flying from an early age,” said the now flightless pegasus. “From a young age, my father would take me out to fly. Since I couldn’t fly yet, I would ride on his back as he gently glided a few feet off of the ground. Gradually, we moved to newer heights.”
“Over time I developed the ability to fly. After that I would engage the local kids in races everyday at recess. I won most of the time.”
“Eventually, I went off to Flight School. That was a week that would change my life forever. It was there that I met my best friend, Fluttershy-”
“The other member of the ‘Elements of Harmony,’” interrupted Nurse Bleeding Heart, keen to show off her knowledge about the legendary group of warrior ponies..
“Correct,” affirmed Rainbow Dash. Additionally, I meet members of the Wonderbolt after they performed for the whole flight school a a surprise for the campers on the last day.”
“That must have been amazing,” said Bleeding Heart. I’ve always wanted to perform for them, but as you can imagine that would be rather difficult for a unicorn such as myself,” she added before letting out a chuckle.
“Yeah, it really is,” said Rainbow Dash, her mood dropping as she realized that all of her dreams of flying for the Wonderbolts for the rest of her adult life would remain just that, dreams.
Not wanting to let her depressing thoughts infect the conversation, Rainbow Dash continued on, forcing a smile. “After that I became a massive Wonderbolts fangirl and anged to be member of the greatest flying squad in all of Equestria. Last year I tried out to be a member of the Wonderbolts Reserve, and well the rest as you know is history.
Their conversation was interrupted by a knocking in their hotel room. Walking over to the door, Bleeding heart inquired who it was.
“Who do you think it is,” came the groff voice of Buzz Cut.
Opening the door, Bleeding Heart let him into the room.
“Can I get an ETA on the amount of time left in this examination? I want to get the subject debriefed ASAP.”
“Patience, my friend. We were just wrapping up.”
“Good,” replied the intelligence officer mcurtly.
“Someone is a bundle of joy,” thought Rainbow Dash to herself.

Sliding herself off of the bed that she was sitting on, Rainbow Dash walked over to Bleeding Heart. “Are we done here?” she asked.
“Yes we are Ms. Dash,” replied Bleeding Heart. “ provide you with some painkillers as well as some gauze for your injuries. Other than that you are free to head on over to my counterpart’s room for debriefing.”
“Thanks, said Rainbow Dash.
Wordlessly, Buzz Cut turned and headed out into the hallway adjacent to Bleeding Heart’s room. Taking that as a cue to follow him, Rainbow Dash trotted behind him and past an astonished hotel guest who looked at her as if he had never seen a candy colored pegasus before.
“Oh wait, he probably hasn’t,” thought Rainbow Dash before chuckling at her observation. She may not have had her wings anymore, but she at least had her old sense of humor back.

Chapter 21, Part 3

5 minutes later,
Buzz Cut’s Room (adjacent to Bleeding Heart’s room)

“So do you talk first, or do I talk first?” asked Rainbow Dash as she sat down on the couch of Buzz Cut’s room.
“I’ll be asking the questions here Ms. Rainbow Dash,” replied the soldier.
Taken aback by the harshness of the Earth pony’s tone, Rainbow Dash replied, “What is, this an interrogation?”
“Technically yes. However, I want you to understand, you’re not in any kind of trouble. We merely want to talk with you so that we in the Equestrian Armed Forces can understand what led to your capture and also understand what was done to you while you were in Soviet custody.”
“Okay then,” said Rainbow Dash. Thinking about the torture and mistreatment she had suffered at the hands of her former captors filled her with anxiety.
“Let’s start with your capture,” said Buzz Cut, pushing the interrogation forward. “What happened that resulted in you falling into enemy hands.?”
“While sleeping in a cave overnight, I accidentally overslept,” said Rainbow Dash embarrassed.
“Okay then, what happened then?” asked Buzz Cut.
“Realizing that it wouldn’t be safe to go out during the middle of the day out of fear of getting spotted and shot down, I choose to stay in the cave where I was at. However, that ironically resulted in me getting captured.”
“How so?”

“I would up getting captured when a group of Soviet soldiers walked into the cave. They later told me that they were looking for an escaped prisoner and that they only came upon me by accident. When they came upon me I tried to escape and in the process I got my wing shot off.”
“I’m sorry to hear about your loss,” said the Earth Pony, displaying a bit of warmth for the first time since Rainbow Dash had meet him.
“Well, thanks. “ she said in reply.
Going on with her story, she said, next I was taken into Soviet custody. I was tortured during the course of my time in their custody. That’s how I have all of these bruises and how I broke my right wing.”
“What intelligence information did you give to the Soviets?”
“I didn’t give them any accurate information about the Equestrian govt. Or about the Special Forces group that equipped and trained me for this mission. I lied to them in order to mislead them and to avoid torture.”
“That was a good choice, Ms. Dash.”
“I did however, sign a confession to espionage charges.”
“I’m well aware of that,” replied Buzz Cut. “I can’t say I blame you much. You have been through a lot. I just want to say that the Equestrian nation is thankful for the service that you did for our country.”
Rainbow Dash blushed at this . While she was normally boastful about her own greatness, for some reason she was always bashful when it came to receiving compliments from strangers. Perhaps that came from her lesson at the hands of the “Mare-Do Well.” nonetheless, she thanked Buzz Cut for the compliment.
“Is there anything else you need to know, sir?” she asked.
Buzz Cut looked at the watch on his arm and shook his head. “It’s getting late Ms. Dash. Tomorrow we have a flight back to Equestria. Someone from the Equestrian govt. Will contact you to learn more about the details of your ordeal in the Soviet Union. I think it would be best if you took advantage of the coming hours to rest.”
“Thank you sir,” she replied before walking out on him.

Chapter 21, Part 4

December 20, 1948
5,000 feet above Igdir, Turkey

Rainbow Dash sat in her seat aboard a specially chartered Equestrian Air Force transport plane. Down below her was the increasing distant ground. She remembered back when she would reach these heights with her own wings. Now she was no more special than an Earth pony. At least they never have to go through the process of losing their ability to fly.
“It’s an amazing thing isn’t it,” said Bleed Heart.
“What , ability of flight?”
“”Yeah. From my years as a young foal I always wondered what it would be like to soar up above the skies. Now I get to know what that’s like.”
Rainbow Dash had never realized just how revolutionary the human invention of mechanized flight was for her Earth pony and Unicorn brethren. Sure she knew that they could now fly for the first time, but she had never really appreciated how much of a blessing that was to someone who had never been lifted off of the ground before.
“Quit it, Dashie,” she thought to herself, chuckling. “You’re starting to sound like an intellectual egghead like Twilight.”
Turning her attention back to the ground below her, she thought to herself, “At least I’ll still be able to soar through the heavens via airplane.”
However Rainbow Dash knew that it was pointless to ignore the fact that she would never get to enjoy the pure bliss of feeling the wind rush over her wingtips or be able to perform with the Wonderbolts. Or go flying with her friend Fluttershy or Derpy Hooves. She would never get to help the pegasi as they controlled the weather.
Worst of all, she lamented the fact that she would have to watch Scootaloo from the ground as she took her first flight.
“This is all so unfair!” she thought to herself. “Why did it have to be me that lost my ability to fly. Why couldn’t it have been someone like Fluttershy, who rarely utilized her ability to fly?”
Rainbow Dash instantly felt a pang of regret go through her as she reeled back from the utterly deplorable thoughts that had crept into her mind. She knew that she shouldn’t be wishing harm upon other ponies for what had been done to her.
“I must be going through the second the so-called ‘Five Stages of Grief,’” thought Rainbow Dash to herself. Several months before, she had borrowed The Ponies Guide to the Equestrian Mind from Twilight. With the exception of a couple concepts that she only barely understood, Rainbow Dash hadn’t gotten almost anything in that book. After that… unpleasant experience reading a nonfiction book, Rainbow Dash had decided to to stick primarily to fictional books like Daring Do and Larry Otter.
She thought back to the time that Twilight had introduced her to the magic of reading.Rainbow Dash realized how utterly blessed she really was, despite her inability to fly. No matter what the future held in store for her, she knew that she would have all of her amazing friends and a loving daughter to support her along the way.

Chapter 22, Part 1: Homecoming

December 22, 1948
Equestrian International Airport, Canterlot, Equestria.

Rainbow Dash stepped off of the DC-3 that she what been aboard for nearly 18 hours (they had taken a brief break in Portugal before continuing onto Equestria.) Waiting on the tarmac was a solitary dark blue alicorn.
“Hello there Ms. Dash,” said Princess Luna.
“”Hello there, your majesty,” said Rainbow Dash as she bowed before Equestria’s second most powerful pony.
As Rainbow Dash did this, she felt a pair of hooves wrap around her, embracing her in a hug that knocked the wind out of her. “I’m sorry about what happened to you!” said Princess Luna.
“Thank you,” said Rainbow Dash. While she appreciated Luna’s concern for her well-being, things nonetheless felt awkward between the two of them. Knowing that the other mare knows about your deepest darkest secrets and views all of your dreams and nightmares is quite off-putting, even if she was a wise and benevolent being.
Turning to the two black cars that were parked nearby, Luna said, “You two take the car on the right,” as she pointed to Buzz Cut and Bleeding Heart.
Turning to Rainbow Dash, she said, “If you don’t mind, Ms Dash, I would like to escort you back to Ponyville myself.”
Rainbow Dash felt flattered. A car ride with a Princess? “Sure thing your majesty!”
“Ms. Dash, we have known each other for several years know. You can call me Luna.”
“Okay then Luna. But only if you call me Rainbow or Dashie.”
“Fair enough Dash.”
Luna used her alicorn horn to float Rainbow Dash’s luggage to the back of the waiting car. After the loading had been completed, , the two of them stepped into the car.
As the car began to drive out of the airport, Luna turned to Rainbow Dash and said, “I would love to learn more about your… treatment in the Soviet Union Ms. Dash. However, I understand that you may not be ready to talk about your horrid experience in that nation and are also probably dying to learn more about what has happened in Equestria while you were gone.”
“I most certainly would Luna.”
“While you were gone Scootaloo stayed with Twilight, just as you wished. Twilight took good care of her. However, from what I learned from my correspondence with Twilight, she has been worried sick about you ever since word of your capture was received.”
This greatly perturbed Rainbow Dash.. The very thought of her little filly suffering, either physically or emotionally was heart wrenching.
Luna continued, “According to Twilight, she hasn’t been eating much and has suffered declining grades in school. She isn’t failing, but she isn’t exactly excelling like she used to.”
“That’s terrible,” said Rainbow Dash.
“If you want I can stop here,” said Luna.
“No, she’s my daughter, I need to know more.”
“After the news broke that you had confessed to the espionage charges charges levied against you, she started getting bullied by the other kids in school. She has apparently been called labels such as ‘daughter of a traitor.’”
The thought of any bully harassing Scootaloo was enough to make her blood boil. “I only confessed to those charges under torture! I only did so in order to live and see my beloved Scootaloo again!” shouted Rainbow Dash.
“I never believed that you would freely confess to such charges. The overwhelming majority of Equestrian citizens have been outraged by the way you have been treated and the way that the Soviets have essentially used you as a hostage.”
“What do you mean?” asked Rainbow Dash.
While you were on your way to Turkey to begin your mission, we captured a spy in Celestia’s staff of cooks. Apparently she had been conspiring to poison Celestia. However, she was caught in the act of pouring poison into the stew that was to be served at a royal banquet.”
Rainbow Dash was filled with outrage at the very thought that someone would ever dare attempt to hurt the Princess! Then she thought to the pegasus with the odd cutie mark at the border crossing in Turkey.
“Wait, did she have a cutie mark with-”
“Two masks on it?” said Luna, finishing Rainbow Dash’s question. “Yes that was her. Her name was Reading Rainbow. We swapped her out with you in a spy swap.”
Rainbow Dash was incensed at the very fact that a pony had attempted to hurt the Princess. However, she also realized that if it weren’t for this treacherous pony’s actions, then she could very well still be sitting in a Soviet prison or worse. “I owe my life to a failed attempt to take another life,” thought to Rainbow Dash to herself. “Best just to count my blessings and not think about it too much.”
“What about my other friends? How did they take the news about my capture?”asked Dash.
“As you can imagine, they were utterly devastated upon hearing the news of your capture. Each of them, especially Scootaloo, have been having nightmares about you not returning. Fortunately, those horrid dreams will remain nothing more than phantoms of a scarred psyche.”

“Please tell me that her dreams weren’t too horrid compared to the others.”
Rainbow Dash felt guilty prying into her daughter’s dreams. However, she wanted to make sure that she would able to help comfort Scoots when she returned home.
“Every night, she had a variety of nightmares, ranging from fearing harm happening to you, fearing that the Soviets would come after her after they killed you, and that she would be orphaned all over again.”
The last one really hurt Rainbow Dash to think about. Scootaloo didn't deserve to suffer anymore. She had suffered such much over the past several years of her life. For some reason it seemed that certain people were destined to suffer more than others. “Does she know that I’m alright and that I’m on my way home now?” asked Rainbow Dash.
“Yes, yes she does. News of the spy swap was made public this morning. Additionally, I made sure that you’re friends and family got the good news first. Last night Scootaloo dreamed of embracing you and going flying with you someday.”
The bittersweet moment was marked with Rainbow Dash simultaneously crying tears of joy at the thought of Scootaloo being liberated from her nightmares and by sadness at the thought that she would never get to fly with Scootaloo. Princess Luna extended her left wing around Rainbow Dash and hugged the weeping pegasus.
She hadn’t cried this hard since she had confronted the fact that Tank would be going into hibernation. After several minutes, Rainbow Dash began to compose herself. Princess Luna furnished a handkerchief from her satchel and handed it to Dash.
“Thank you, for this. Thanks for everything,” said Rainbow Dash, thanking the alicorn of the Night for the support she had provided now and in the past. “People don’t give her the respect that she deserves,” thought Rainbow Dash to herself.
The two of them rode on in silence for the remainder of the trip back to Ponyville, Princess Luna cradling her new found friend and companion under her wing.

Chapter 22, Part 2

Two Hours Later,
Front Door to Twilight’s Castle, Ponyville, Equestria

Rainbow Dash and Luna approached the front door of Twilight’s home. In light of Rainbow Dash’s more permanent injuries, Princess Celestia had privately requested that Twilight take in Dash until an alternative to her home in Cloudsdale could be located. This was a request that Twilight was more than glad to fulfill.
Rainbow Dash raised a hoof to the door and knocked. On the other side of the door she heard the familiar pitter patter of Spike’s feet at he approached. When he slid open the eye-slot on the door, Rainbow Dash saw his green eyes shoot wide open in recognition.. A few seconds later, the door was unlocked and opened.
“Hello, there Spike,” said Dashie to Twilight’s adopted younger brother.
“Welcome home Rainbow!” said the teenage dragon. “Twilight is waiting for you in the Cutie Map room.”
“Thank you Spike,” said Rainbow Dash as she embraced the purple dragon.
“I think that it would be best if I get heading back to Canterlot,” said Princess Luna.
“”But Princess Luna, I’m sure that Twilight would enjoy saying hello to you. Besides, I was hoping that we could hang out some more. You’re a rather cool pony!”
“While I appreciate the compliments, I don’t want to interfere with a heartfelt reunion..”
“Okay, but only if you insist.”
Spike chimed in, “I’ll take your bags up to the guest room where you’ll be staying.”
“Here let me help you with that,” said Rainbow Dash.
“No!” said Spike. “I mean, no, don’t worry about that. I’ll bring them up to your room. Twilight said that she wanted to speak to you as soon as you returned to the castle.”
“Okay then…” said Rainbow Dash. Turning to her right, she made her way down the hall and towards the Cutie Map room. As she approached the gigantic crystal door, she wondered what Twilight wanted to talk to her about.
“Hopefully it’s not a friendship mission,” she thought to herself. “If it is then tough s--- for her. I’ve got a lot of tender love and care that needs to be given to Scootaloo.”
Rainbow Dash pushed open the door to the throne room
“Suprise!”
Rainbow Dash was taken by surprise as Pinkie Pie tackled her to the ground. “I see that somepony hasn’t changed,” thought Rainbow Dash to herself.
Looking around the room she saw that all of her friends were there. Draped over the center of the room was a banner that read “Welcome Home Dashie.”
“Thanks guys,” she said, blushing.
The other elements of harmony walked over to her and embraced her in a group hug.
“We’re glad you’re home Sugarcube! said Applejack.
“When we heard about what happened we were mortified!” said Rarity.
“We’re simply glad that you are back,” added Twilight.
As Rainbow Dash scanned the room, she noticed that Scootaloo wasn’t present.
“Uh, guys do you know where Scootaloo is?” asked Rainbow Dash.
Noticing Rainbow Dash ‘s concern, Twilight sought to calm her nerves. She said, “Scootaloo is at school right now.”
Rainbow Dash looked at the clock that hung over the door. It was 2:30. Scootaloo would be in school for at least another 30 minutes.
“Oh yeah, duh!” she said, embarrassed at that brain fart. Suddenly, she got an idea. “Hey Twilight, I’ll head over to the school, that way I can greet her when she is coming out of class.”
“But Rainbow Dash,” protested Pinkie, “don’t you want to stay for the party that I threw just for you.”
“Of course, where are my manners. I’d love to stay for your party,” said Rainbow Dash.
“Okie Dokie Loki! How about I get you some cake and cider!” said Pinkie Pie before bouncing off, not waiting for Rainbow Dash’s response.
Rainbow Dash did want to surprise her daughter. However, she knew that Pinkie Pie didn’t take well to one refusing to attend her parties. A psycho Pinkie Pie was the very last thing that she needed right now.
While Pinkie Pie was off getting Rainbow Dash’s cake, Fluttershy stepped forward. Breaking her silence, she said, “I’m so glad that you’re back Dashie. I- I mean we missed you so much.”
“Tell me about it. I mean, I’m also glad to be back with my friends.”
“As you know, Tank is currently hibernating. Perhaps after the party, I can show you where he’s at. That way, when spring comes, the two of you can see each other ASAP,” said Fluttershy.
“Thanks Fluttershy!” said Rainbow Dash. She truly is the greatest mare around, thought Dashie to herself.
Her thoughts about Fluttershy were interrupted by the sound of Pinkie Pie bouncing on over to the group.
“Hey Dashie, here’s your cake,” said the pink party pony as she passed a plate over to Dash. “ I know that you like rainbows and all, so I made the frosting rainbow colored! I hope you like it.”
“Thanks, that’s really kind of you!” replied the rainbow colored pegasus.
Rainbow Dash thanked the Heavens for the great friends that she had. Despite the horrors of the past several weeks, she knew that no matter what her future held in store for her, she knew that she would have amazing friends there to support her.
If she ever needed to be cheered up, she always had Pinkie Pie. If she ever needed an affectionate touch of kindness, she always had Fluttershy. For knowledge or a friendly competition, she had Twilight and Applejack. And should the unthinkable happen and she be placed in a fashion “emergency” then she could always rely on Rarity to provide her with necessary support to avoid a “fashion catastrophe.”
For the next 30 minutes, Rainbow Dash made her way around the room, entertaining and comforting her friends, who varied from being devastated at the ordeal that she had gone through to being exhilarated by the simple fact that she was alive and (relatively) in one piece. However, as 3:00 approached, she gradually maneuvered her way to the doors of the room. She wanted to be at the entrance of the castle when Scootaloo came home from school.
Excusing herself from her conversation with Bon Bon with the lie that she “needed some fresh air,” she made her way out into the hallway. From there she made her way to the door of the castle and waited for the return of her daughter.

Chapter 22, Part 3

Author's Notes:

Sorry for the long hiatus. The past week has been a pain in the ass for me because of issues in my personal life. I hope to observe the usual schedule of an section every 2-3 days.

3:00 PM December 22, 1948,
Main Street, Ponyville, Equestria

Scootaloo trotted down the road back to Twilight’s Castle with a new spring in her step. Ever since the previous evening, when news of Rainbow Dash’s release had been delivered to her, she had been anxiously waiting for the day when her mother would return to Ponyville. They had so much to talk about! However, above all else, Scootaloo was simply happy that her adoptive mother was home.
When she had shown up to school earlier in the day, almost all of her classmates already knew about her mother's release, either because they had heard about it in the news or from their friends and parents. As a consequence, she was the center of attention at the school lunch table, something which she was not used to. It wasn’t that she didn’t mind taking away some of the limelight from her former enemy (now “friend”) Diamond Tiara. She simply preferred that other ponies didn’t pester her with questions that she didn’t know the answers to.
“I better get all of my homework done quickly before mom comes home. That way I’ll be completely available to her to when she comes home this week,” thought the young pegasus, utterly unaware of the fact that Rainbow Dash was already waiting for her.
Scootaloo trotted towards the front door to Twilight’s Castle and pushed open the door. As soon as she saw the cyan pegasus that was waiting for her on the other side, her jaw dropped.
“Hey squirt, I missed you,” said Rainbow Dash.
Before Scootaloo could say anything back, she was already enveloped in a massive bear hug.
“You won’t believe how glad I am to have you back mom,” said Scootaloo, tears of joy beginning to slide down her face. “I’m sorry for crying all over you,” said the young filly, embarrassed.
“It’s okay Scoots, I’m crying too,” said Rainbow Dash as she put down her daughter.
“I’m just glad to see you that’s all,” said Scootaloo. “... I was afraid that…”
“I’d never come back?”
“Yes, mom.”
“Well don’t you ever worry honey. I’m here and I’ll never leave you again okay,” said Rainbow Dash as she tried to reassure her daugher.
“Thank you mother.”
Looking away from her mother’s face for a second, she saw a sight that made her hair stand on end.
“Seeing the concerned look on Scootaloo's face, Rainbow Dash asked her what was the problem. When Scootaloo, didn’t respond, she followed her daughter’s gaze to where her left wing once was.
“Yeah, as you can see, I lost my left wing,” said Rainbow Dash, stating the obvious.
“H-How did that happen?” asked Scootaloo, still visibly perturbed. “Did the Russians do that to you in prison.”
Sitting down, Rainbow Dash said, “No, Scootaloo, this happened when I tried to evade capture by the Russians. Unfortunately, while I was doing so, they shot off my wing.”
“Does this mean-”
“That I’ll never be able to fly,” said Rainbow Dash, finishing off her daughter’s question. Answering it, she said, “unfortunately, yes. I’m grounded for the rest of my life.”
“Sweet Celestia! That's terrible,” said Scootaloo as she embraced her mother and cried into her chest.
“Don’t worry Scootaloo. Look, I’m devastated by the loss way more than you are. After all, I’m the pegasus who lost her wings. However, me feeling sorry for myself won’t grow them back.”
Looking down, she made contact with her daughter’s beautiful purple eyes and said, “Scootaloo, I want you to promise me something.”
“Sure, mom, anything that you want.”
Promise me that no matter what the future holds for us that you’ll always love me and take care of me.”
“Of course mother, I’d always love and care for you.”
“It will take awhile to get used to living life without my wings. However, I’ll always have you here as my daughter. That means more to me than anything else in the world.”
Scootaloo, buried her face into her mother’s chest and began to sob gently, emotion overcoming her. After a few minutes of this, she stopped back and began to wipe her tears away.
Rainbow Dash, hoping to cheer her daughter up, said, “We’ll have plenty of time to talk some more later. However, right now in the Map Room there’s a Pinkie Pie Party going on right now. It’d be a shame if we missed it.”
“It really would, wouldn’t it,” said Scootaloo.
Dropping her book back where she stood, Scootaloo trotted behind Rainbow Dash to the sound of laughter and joy. Inside she was thanking the gods for answering her prayers and returning Dash. She may not have had the ability to fly, but she felt as if her spirit was soaring higher the tallest mountain peak in all of Equestria.

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Later that evening,
Guest room, Twilight’s Castle

Rainbow Dash plopped herself down upon the soft bed that had been prepared for her. After, she worked her way underneath the covers, she paused to think about how blessed she truly was to be back home with her family and friends. While she wept the loss of her ability to fly, she also celebrated the simple fact that she was still alive and available for daughter.
Still, she thought of all the things that she wouldn’t be able to do anymore. She wouldn’t be able to help serve Equestria as a part time weather pegasus anymore. Worst of all, she would never get to perform for her beloved Wonderbolts.
“Enough of those thoughts,” said Rainbow Dash to herself. “I’ve got the rest of my life to think about what could have been.”
Turning to the lamp next to her, she pressed the button and turned off the lamp. Almost immediately, she eyes closed and she went off into a deep slumber filled with amazing dreams of flight and motherhood.

Chapter 23: Celestial Advice

Chapter 23: Celestia Advice

The next morning, December 23, 1948
Dining Room, Twilight’s Castle

Twilight Sparkle sat at the dining room table, chewing on some buttered toast that Spike had made for he. Laid out in front of her was the latest edition of Equestria Daily, the nationally syndicated newspaper. Nearly all of the articles were about Rainbow Dash and her release from Soviet custody and the spy deal that had brought it about.

Turning the page, she began to read the opinion pieces. The first one was utterly bland and devoid of any meaningful commentary, doing nothing more than extolling Celestia and her “brilliant and endless strategic wisdom.” While Twilight, normally didn’t mind people praising her former mentor, she did mind naked syncopathy from members of the supposedly free and independent press.
The next article on the other hand was far less positive in its coverage of Celestia’s decision to initiate a spy swap for Rainbow Dash’s release. Claiming that such an action “was tantamount to negotiating with terrorists” and “ encouraged further pony napping by rogue states,” the journalist, a pony named Silver Tongue, went on to state that Celestia was “well intentioned, but utterly naive when it came to issues of foreign affairs.” Finally, he said that , “Rainbow’ Dash’s treasonous denunciation of our country in a Soviet court makes her unworthy of the Princess’s invention.”
This made Twilight’s blood boil. This author had no idea what he was talking about. How dare he talk about Rainbow Dash, the element of Loyalty, in such a fashion. Here was a brave and noble mare who had been tortured into confessing to the crimes that she was accused of. Twilight called Spike over to her side.
“Yes Twilight?” asked the teenage dragon.
“Can you please add ‘write a stern letter to Silver Tongue’ to today’s to-do list?”
“Yes Twilight,” said Spike.
“Oh and one more thing.”
What is it?” asked Spike.
“Could you please take this newspaper and put it in the trash? I don’t want Rainbow Dash to read some of the hostile media coverage about her.”
“Okay,” mumbled Spike, taking the copy of Equestria Daily from Twilight. As soon as he was out of earshot, he said, “You do have hooves Twilight.”
Twilight spent the next couple of minutes finishing off her toast and coffee. Thinking about the way that many in the media and the general public had responded to Rainbow Dash’s treatment in the Soviet Union had shocked her. While the majority of ponies she interacted with were understanding of the difficult position that she was in as a captive of Stalinist Russia, many weren’t. Many “armchair spies” had labelled her a “coward” for confessing to espionage charges at the kangaroo court that she had been dragged in front of. She had even heard one of the patrons at Cupcake Corner state that, “she should have killed herself rather than get captured.” That kind of heartlessness towards one of Ponyville's greatest heroes chilled Twilight to the core.
Twilight's thoughts were interrupted by the sound of Rainbow Dash's hooves as she approached the dining room. A second later the amazing rainbow colored pegasus walked in through the door and sat down across from Twilight, still visibly tired from the party from the previous day.
“Heyo there Twilight,” said Rainbow Dash.
“I take it that you’re still a bit sleepy?” asked Twilight.
“‘A little bit tired’ is an understatement.” said Rainbow Dash.
Luckily for you Hearth's Warming Eve is just a few days away. There'll be plenty of cider to go around,” said Twilight teasingly.
“Yay!” said Rainbow Dash, mimicking Fluttershy.
“Then we’ll sit down, and I’ll help chart out the path forward. If you want to of course.”
“What do you mean?” asked Rainbow Dash confused.
“We’ll you can’t exactly live in your house up on the clouds.” said Twilight, alluding to Rainbow Dash’s inability to leave the ground.
“Yeah, I never thought about that,” said Rainbow Dash. “Where will I go?” asked the cyan pegasus. To herself.
Seemingly reading her mind, Twilight said, “You, Tank and Scootaloo are welcome to live here with me as necessary.”
“I don’t mean to be a bother,” said Rainbow Dash.
“You’re not a bother. I consider it an honor and a privilege to host a hero such as you.”
“Look Twilight, it’s really nothing…” said Rainbow Dash sheepishly.
“It really is something,” interjected Twilight. “You choose of your own free will to serve our country on a dangerous solo mission. After your capture, you never gave up. You carried through and made it back for your daughter Scootaloo.”
Rainbow Dash got up from the table and excused herself to make some toast. Twilight sensed that Rainbow Dash really wanted to be alone for a moment and thus didn’t protest.
A few minutes later, Rainbow Dash returned, holding a plate of toast with her teeth. For several minutes the two sat in utter silence, save of course for the sound of crunching toast.
Seeking to break the silence between them, Twilight asked, “Now Rainbow, I understand how much you value your job with the Wonderbolts. However... , due to your … condition-”
Rainbow Dash interrupted Twilight and said, “Look Twilight, you don’t need to baby me. I know full well that I’ll never fly again. You don’t need to sugarcoat the situation by calling my injury a ‘condition.’”
Twilight instantly felt remorse for not treating her friend like the adult that she was. Clearing her throat, she said, “I’m sorry for that Rainbow Dash.”
“It’s okay Twilight. I understand that you’re only trying to help. Now what were you saying before I interrupted.”
“Right, I was about to begin talking about helping you find a job. Of course you don’t-”
“That sounds like a great idea,” beamed Dashie.
Twilight was surprised by the enthusiasm of her disabled colleague. “Really?”
“Yeah. I might not be able to fly but I can still be useful. Anyways, I’ll have to get a job anyways to take care of Scootaloo and to help pay for her college, so I might as well begin working again soon.”
“I’m surprised at how well you’re taking this. I thought that you loved flying?” said Twilight.
“I do twilight,”said Rainbow Dash matter of factly “However, I need to continue living my life Twilight. My father had a saying, ‘you either get busy living, or you better get busy dying.’”
“What would you be interested in doing as a job?”
“Well just about anything, so long as the hours are reasonable and pay is decent.”
“Well that narrows it down,” said Twilight sarcastically.
“Do my sass-o-meters detect sarcasm.” joked Rainbow Dash.
”Perhaps,” said Twilight before playfully winking at Rainbow Dash.
Both mares began chuckling, Rainbow Dash’s infectious laughter filling the room.
“But seriously though,” said Twilight trying to get Rainbow Dash to take things a bit more seriously. “I was talking earlier this morning with Fluttershy and she said that if you wanted to help out at her place then-”
“Deal!” shouted Rainbow Dash forcefully.
Twilight was taken aback by Rainbow Dash’s enthusiasm. While Fluttershy and Rainbow Dash got along fine, they were polar opposites in terms of personality.
“Well then, someone is clearly excited to hang out with Flutters,” said Twilight.
“What! It’s not like I’m in love with her!” said Rainbow Dash defensively, hoping that Twilight didn’t see her blushing. “I simply think that it would be therapeutic if I were to be around nice, cute animals!”
“Rainbow Dash wanting to be around cute animals?” snarked Twilight, a smug look playfully mocking Rainbow Dash.
“Fine. You got me. I want to hang out with Fluttershy, but only as a friend!”
“Of course,” said Twilight. “Well that settles that. I’ll let Fluttershy that you’re ready to begin work tomorrow.”
“Sounds great.”
“You also have two visitors scheduled for this afternoon.”
“Who?” asked Rainbow Dash

Chapter 23, Part 2

Later that Afternoon,
Elements of Harmony Throne Room, Twilight’s Castle

“Rainbow will be with you in one moment, Princess Celestia,” said Twilight.

“Thank you Twilight.” Celestia worked to fight back tears. She was proud of how far her student most faithful student had progressed. Here she was in the middle of the very room where she would regularly go out on “Friendship Quests,” and make her country a little bit better, one conflict resolution at a time.

Celestia knew that someday she would die. She was already relatively old for an alicorn and she knew that she “only” had another 100-200 year left in her life. She would have to find a replacement someday. While it was customary for a ruler to be succeeded by their nearest descendant, it wasn’t unheard of in Equestria history for a monarch to pick a commoner to become a royal successor. Secretly, she was grooming Twilight Sparkle for the throne, should Luna become corrupted again. Her embrace of republicanism put Celestia on guard. Even if Luna waited to assume the throne after her natural death, Celestia feared that she could bring about the end of the 10,000 year old Equestrian monarchy. That was something that she simply could not stand for.

Her internal politicking was interrupted by the sound of doors opening. Bowing in the doorway was Rainbow Dash, her solitary wing still sitting in cast.

“Please rise my subject,” said Celestia. If anything, thought Celestia to herself, I ought to be bowing to a patriot like Rainbow Dash.

“Princess Celestia, it is an honor to meet you again.”

“The honor is all mine,” replied Celestia. “Please,” she said beckoning to the throne next to her, “Have a seat here.”

Rainbow Dash made her way over to the designated chair, winching. Clearly she must have forgotten to take her painkillers for her injuries. Secretly Celestia cast a pain relief spell on Rainbow Dash, helping to take the edge off of the rainbow colored pegasus’ agony.

“What did you want to talk about?” asked Rainbow Dash.

“I first wanted to thank you for your bravery. If it weren’t for heroes like you, Equestria wouldn’t be where it is today.”

“Well thank you,” said Rainbow Dash, blushing.

“You’re bravery is worthy of the Equestrian Heroic Wings Award,” said Celestia, referring to the highest award possible for flying related bravery in Equestria.

“Thank you Celestia,” said Rainbow Dash, beaming with pride.

“I was hoping that next week you could come to Canterlot for the ceremony. That way, we can display you as a rolemodel for all of Equestria.”

Much to Celestia’s surprise, Rainbow Dash’s eyes shot wide open in horror.

“Is something the matter?” asked Celestia.

“It’s not that I don’t appreciate your offer, I really am flattered, but… well you see…,” said Rainbow Dash before trailing off.

“What is it?” asked Celestia, perplexed by the sudden shyness of the normally boisterous pegasus.
“I just don’t want ponies to see me like this. I don’t want them to see me as a cripple,” said Rainbow Dash, staring down at the ground in front of her.
Sensing that this was a sensitive topic for Rainbow Dash, Celestia turned to Twilight. “Would be so kind as to give us some privacy, dear.”
“Oh certainly, Princess,” said Twilight as she got up off of her seat. Awkwardly, she walked backwards to the door , not wanting to be rude by turning her back to the ruler of Equestria.
As soon as Twilight had stepped outside, Celestia turned back to Rainbow Dash. “I understand why you feel the way that you do.”
“You do?” asked Rainbow Dash, perplexed.
“Yes. When I was a youth, I didn’t have the ability to use magic, despite being a natural-born alicorn. It wasn’t until I was a middle-aged adult that I fully developed my magical potential. I was embarrassed about my disability for the entirety of my youth.”
“However, I was blessed in the same way that you were. I had loving and supporting friends who helped me appreciate the great parts of me. In time, I think that you’ll come to appreciate the non-avian aspects of you, namely your brave and loyal personality.”
“Thank you Celestia. That’s very kind of you.”
“So are you now willing to receive the award in Canterlot?” pressed Celestia.
“I-I don’t think I’m ready,” said Rainbow Dash. I’m starting to sound like Fluttershy when she tries to make excuses, thought Rainbow Dash to herself.
“While I appreciate the encouraging words and I am flattered by the fact that you want to give me this prestigious honor, I don’t feel comfortable receiving it in front of other people. I don’t want people staring at my one crippled wing. I’m sorry!” croaked Rainbow Dash as she began crying.
Celestia walked over to her and embraced her with her wings.
“There, there, it’s okay,” said Celestia as she let Rainbow Dash nuzzle her face up against her chest.
“I’m sorry about that kind of a lame excuse, but I can’t do it. Flying was my pride and joy. It defined who I was and I can’t let the world see me being reduced to being a flightless nopony!”
“I understand and I would like to apologize.”
Rainbow Dash suddenly pulled back from Celestia. “Apologize?” she asked.
“Yes, apologize. It was a mistake of me to send you into harm’s way. I should have insisted on letting one of our human allies send spies into the Soviet Union. I shouldn’t have endangered you, someone with no espionage experience, by sending you on this mission. I accept any and all blame for what happened to you. Please forgive me,” said Celestia as she avoided eye contact with Rainbow Dash in a failed attempt to hide the two tears that were coming down the side of her face.
“Don’t blame yourself Princess. This was a mission that was noble and had to be done. I voluntarily accepted your offer to conduct it. Bad things happen to good people. That’s the way life is.”
Celestia used to her magic to open up her saddlebags and float over a golden wing-shaped medallion. “If you don’t want to receive the award in public, may I instead give it to you now?” asked Celestia.
“Yes, Princess Ce-”
“Please Rainbow Dash, you may call me Celestia.”
“Yes, Celestia you may,” said Rainbow Dash as she lowered her head to receive the medal.
Carefully, Celestia hung the medal around Rainbow Dash’s neck.
“You’ve done well. You’re name will be remembered in Equestrian history.”
The two embraced each other, sharing tears of joy and hope.

Chapter 23, Part 3

Shortly thereafter

“The Princess sent me out here to get you. She wants you to speak to her personally,” said Rainbow Dash to Twilight.

Twilight noticed that Rainbow Dash’s eyes looked as though she had just been crying. Pretending not to notice, she turned and entered the throne room. Walking towards her was Princess Celestia.

“You’re blessed to have such a loyal and dependable friend,” said Celestia. “She really needs you now, Twilight.”

“I know. It just breaks my heart to see her being unable to fly. She truly was majestic.”

“I know Twilight.”

“Princess…” said Twilight before drifting off.

“Yes, Twilight,” asked Celestia, prodding her former student along.

“I was wondering if it would be possible to use your alicorn magic to give Rainbow Dash her ability to fly back.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean I didn’t have wings, but thanks to you, I now have a pair,” said Twilight, spreading her wings out to emphasize her point.

“I understand Twilight,” said Celestia. “Unfortunately, I can’t oblige.”

“Why not?!” shrieked Twilight.

“The transformation spell only works on unicorns.”

“What? Why?”

“You see the spell gives one wings and gives one a unicorn horn.”

“And?”

“Well Twilight, as you well know, a unicorn’s horn connects to one’s brain. If I were to conduct that spell on a pegasus or Earth pony, then that would require rewiring their brain to connect to their unicorn horn. On an unborn foal, that would have a negligible impact on them long term. However, on a fully mentally developed adult like Rainbow Dash, it could result in permanent brain damage. I don’t think that we want that to happen now do we?” said Princess Celestia.

“Sorry, I didn’t kn-”

“It’s okay Twilight. I wish that I could help Rainbow Dash and all of the disabled ponies out there but even an alicorn like me has her limits.”

Celestia continued, “However, there is one thing you can do. Be there for her whenever she needs you. Help her discover the new destiny that awaits her.”

Chapter 23, Part 4

Two Hours Later,
Rainbow Dash’s Room,

“Hey there,” said a familiar voice.

Looking up, Rainbow Dash saw that it was Spitfire, the captain of the Wonderbolts.

“Oh! Hey there Spitfire!” said Rainbow Dash, quickly hoping off her bed to greet her friend.
“I just wanted to swing by and talk to you about…. Stuff,” said Spitfire nervously.
“What kind of ‘stuff,’” asked Rainbow Dash.
“I first off wanted to let you know that I, and indeed the whole Wonderbolts team are sorry about what happened to you,” said Spitfire.
“Thanks,” replied Rainbow Dash.
“You’re one of the greatest flyers we ever had on the Wonderbolts. We will sorely miss you.”
“You’re too kind.”
“I want you to know that once you’ve been a Wonderbolt, you’ll always be considered one. If there is ever anything that you need. Let me know.”
“That really means alot to me.”
“Before I go. I would like to mention one more thing. One of our trainers is considering leaving at the end of the next flying season when his contract expires. I was thinking that perhaps you could come and help us train the Wonderbolts Reserve.”
Rainbow Dash was excited at the prospect of remaining a contributing member of the Wonderbolts. However, cold reality reminded Rainbow Dash about her limitations. She wouldn't be able to fly with her recruits or to travel between the clouds at the Wonderbolts Facility.
“I appreciate the offer, but I don’t think I’ll be able to do it,” said Rainbow Dash, pointing to her missing wing.
“I suppose not,” said Spitfire, dejectedly. “We’ll really miss you on the Wonderbolts.”
“Hey,” said Rainbow Dash, attempting to interrupt the pitty party Spitfire was throwing for her. “Don’t feel to bad. You guys will do great without me. You’re the pegasi that inspired me to be a great flyer.”
“Thanks, Dash.” said Spitfire blushing.
Rainbow Dash threw her arms around Spitfire. “Thank you for being my hero.”

Chapter 24, Part 1

Wednesday, December 29, 1948
Fluttershy’s Cottage

“I’m so glad that you accepted my job offer Dashie,” said Fluttershy as she led pegasi friend inside.

“I’m glad I could help,” replied Rainbow Dash, excited at the prospect to spend some quality time with Fluttershy.

“Since its cold outside, we’ll be inside, taking care of some of the smaller critters that aren’t hibernating.”
“I’m used to taking care of Tank, but I have no experience with non-Turtle-”
“Tortoise,” corrected Fluttershy.
“Right. But anyways, I’m sure that with your kind assistance I’ll be a helpful assistance.”
“Let’s get you started with something simple,” said Fluttershy, her soft, feminine voice causing Rainbow Dash’s heart to flutter. “How about you go over to the kitchen and grab me some plates and lettuce. I need you to cut two leaves for each of the rabbits. There are eight of them not counting Angel. I’ll make him his special treat.”
Rainbow Dash obliged Fluttershy, trotting over to the kitchen. Getting the meal ready for Fluttershy’s animal friends, Rainbow Dash felt proud of the fact that she was being useful.
The past couple of days had been marked by Hearth's Warming Eve. Of course, Rainbow Dash appreciated the amazing gifts that she had received and the copious amounts of cider that was available. However, being the busybody that she was, Dash rarely enjoyed laying around doing nothing for more than a day or two. The job with Fluttershy gave her the opportunity to have something to pass the time.
Returning to Fluttershy’s living room, Rainbow Dash placed the various plates on the floor in front of the assembled rabbits. Calmly, they nibbled the food up. While Rainbow Dash wasn’t one to be easily moved by animal cuteness, she had to admit that bunnies were adorable while they nibbled on food. Her musings were interrupted by the sound of Fluttershy pleading with her petulant pet bunny.
“Please Angel. I know that prefer a salad with a cherry and oranges. But we don’t have any right now. I promise to grab it the next time I go out to the market.”
Angel proceed to kick the specially made treat aside, creating a mess. Without saying a word, Fluttershy proceed to start picking up the mess that he had created.
“Fluttershy! Are you going to take that from him?” asked Rainbow Dash, appalled by Fluttershy’s passiveness in the face of her pet’s abusive behavior.
“Well Angel can be rather nasty when he doesn’t get what he wants. I’ve learned that it’s best not to bother him.”
“For Celestia’s sake, why don’t you use your ‘Stare?’” asked Rainbow Dash.
“Oh I wouldn’t want to do that,” said Fluttershy, pawing the ground with her hoof. “It would be cruel to use the ‘Stare’ on my pets. I only use it for emergencies where they or my friends are in danger.”
“Whatever Fluttershy. Look, you can’t let him walk all over you like that. I know you love him, but he’s going to have to start showing some respect to you.”
“What do you propose doing?” asked Fluttershy desperately.
“Well to start with, make him eat what you prepare for him. You put a lot of effort into that meal and he ought to appreciate it. Watch and learn.”
Rainbow Dash marched over to Angel the bunny. “Listen here buster. Fluttershy spent a lot of time making you a special meal. You can eat it or not. But you’re not going to get another meal made for you.”
“Rainbow Dash! He’ll starve to death!”
“Nonsense Fluttershy. He has the biggest meal of any of the bunnies here. He’ll eat it alright.”
“But-”
“No buts Fluttershy! We’ve got to put the hoof down here and now.”
Angel crossed his arms and started defiantely stopping his right foot. Rainbow Dash put her arm around Fluttershy and guided her over to the couch.
After a few minutes, Angel realized that he wasn’t going to be appeased. Capitulating, Angel proceed to eat the meal in front of him. As Fluttershy saw her pet consume the meal that she had made for him, she realized that Rainbow Dash had helped put Angel in his place.
“Thank you,” she said.
“Think nothing about it,” replied Rainbow Dash.
Fluttershy leaned in and gave Dashie a platonic hug before pulling away. While she didn’t say anything, Rainbow Dash secretly wished that the hug had lasted longer.
“I’ll have to give Fluttershy some more time before I come out to her,” thought Rainbow Dash to herself.

Chapter 24, Part 2

January 15, 1949

Rainbow Dash had now been working at Fluttershy’s Cottage for several weeks. These had been some of the greatest weeks in her life as she got to get to know her close friend even more. Additionally, she had gotten to appreciate why Fluttershy enjoyed taking care of animals. There were few things more satisfying than helping other creatures out, especially wounded animals.

This quality time with Fluttershy was only matched by spending time with her daughter Scootaloo. The two of them had grown even closer than ever before. While Scootaloo still couldn’t fly, she was becoming able to hover in the air for a few feet. Rainbow Dash hoped that she would be able to further develop this budding flying ability. Maybe someday Scootaloo could go onto become a Wonderbolt herself.

Rainbow Dash’s thoughts were suddenly interrupted by Fluttershy talking to her.

“What was that?” asked Rainbow Dash.

“Oh I was just asking you what you wanted to do. I mean we are done early today, all of the animals have had their needs taken care of.”

“We could simply sit down and chit-chat. I for one am exhausted,” said Rainbow Dash as she curled up on the couch.

Fluttershy nodded her head in agreement and gently fluttered over and curled up next to Rainbow Dash.

“So what is it that you wanted to talk about?” asked Fluttershy innocently.

“Oh just, ‘stuff,’” said Rainbow Dash as she suggestively fluttered her eyes. Slowly, she slid closer to Fluttershy.

Fluttershy blushed in the face of Dash’s advances. Rainbow Dash took this as a sign that she wanted to continue.
“What kind of stuff?” asked Fluttershy.
“I’ve got a confession to make to you. Promise to keep it a secret,” started Dash.
“Okay. You have my word,” said Fluttershy, supportively wrapping her wing around her friend.
“I have a massive crush on a friend of mine and I don’t know whether or not they like me back. What do you think I should do?”
“Okay Dashie, here is what I believe you need to do. If this friend of yours is ‘single and ready to mingle’ and you know them really well, then you need you should come clean and let them know exactly how they feel. If they feel the same way about you then everything will be just dandy between the two of you. If not, then you’re no worse off.”
“Okay. In that case I have something else to tell you,” replied Rainbow Dash.
“Oh, what is that,” asked Fluttershy, curious.
“Ever since you and me were in high school, you’ve been a very close friend of mine. I was going through a tumultuous period in my own life then and you were there for me. I’d like to thank you for that.”
“Well you’re welcome Dashie. You have also been a great friend of mine all of these years,” said Fluttershy, pulling Rainbow Dash closer with her wing.
“But I view you more than just a friend,” blurted out Rainbow Dash.
“What do you mean, Dashie?” asked Fluttershy confused.
“I love you Fluttershy. As in I love you passionately and romantically.”
Fluttershy immediately scooted away from Rainbow Dash, a look of horror visible on her normally demure face.
“Rainbow! I can’t! I don’t swing that way!” said the panicky mare.
Rainbow Dash’s heart sunk, Fluttershy’s rejection causing her eyes to well up with tears. “You’re not going to cry, Dash!” she thought to herself as she struggled to keep her composure. She had feared that Fluttershy would react like this. She naively held out hope that Fluttershy would accept her love. Unfortunately she had been proven wrong.
“The very idea of you wanting to date me is gross! It’s unnatural!” lectured the yellow mare.
“I’ve felt this way about you for ten years. You were the mare that I loved. I’ve never dated anypony else because I kept on hoping that I would develop the courage to tell you how I feel. The least you can do is be respectful to me for being honest with you.”
“I’m sorry Dashie. I’ve been awfully rude to you. Please forgive me,” said Fluttershy staring down at the ground in front of her.
“It’s okay,” said Rainbow Dash as she embraced her friend. Feeling her friend tense up the moment she wrapped her hooves around her, Rainbow Dash decided to respect Fluttershy’s unease and pulled back.
“I know it’s a lot to take in. I just want you to understand that I love you not out of lust but out of a deep seated love for your personality. You’re like an angel in pony-form. I would like to have somepony like you beside me for the rest of my life.”
“Dashie, I appreciate the way you feel about me. I know that you’re not somekind of ‘sexal deviant or something’, but I just can’t do this.”
“If it’s because you're straight then I understand,” said Rainbow Dash trying to avoid having her friend feel bad about rejecting her.
“It’s not just that. I suppose that I could be open to dating another mare under different circumstances. However, it’s not safe to do that,” said Fluttershy, lowering her voice to a whisper, as if she was afraid that somepony might be listening.
“What do you mean?” asked Rainbow Dash.
“Well it’s illegal to be a homosexual in Equestria. We could get put into prison or something.”
“Look Fluttershy, almost nopony enforces those laws anymore in Equestria,” said Rainbow Dash, dismissing her friends absurd claims.
“Even if we don’t go to prison, imagine if other ponies found out.”
“Look, the unspoken public secret around Ponyville is that Lyra and Bonbon are lesbians and you don’t see anyone giving them a hard time.”
“You don’t understand Dashie,” said Fluttershy, shaking her head. “If my parents found out, they would disown me. Their very permissive and kind, but even they have limits about what they’re willing to let their children do.”
“Really, so that’s the reason you’re saying no Fluttershy? Because you’re afraid of your parents disapproving of you? You’ve always let other people tell you what you can and can’t do.”
“No Rainbow, that’s not true. There’s no need to stoop to petty insults,” retorted Fluttershy, glaring back at Rainbow Dash.
“It’s true,” said Rainbow Dash smugly.
“At least you're lucky that you don’t have to worry about your parents turning their back on you,” snarled Fluttershy, referring to Rainbow Dash’s dead parents.
This remark made Rainbow Dash’s blood boil. How dare Fluttershy say that is was a good thing that her parents were dead.
“Oh yah, well buck you Fluttershy!” screamed Rainbow Dash at her lifelong friend, before turning and flying towards the door. Ignoring Fluttershy’s sobs, she swung open the door and raced back to Twilight’s Castle, blowing past her confused friend Derpy, the grey mail mare.

Chapter 24, Part 3

Two Hours Later,
Twilight’s Castle

Twilight Sparkle paced outside of Rainbow Dash’s guest room, still uncertain as to why her friend had rushed up to her room and why she was so upset. Using her deductive skills, she could conclude that this had to do with something that had happened at Fluttershy’s given the fact that Rainbow Dash had come home early from work. She needed to find a way to get her cheered up before Scootaloo returned home from school in three hours.

While Twilight didn’t think that Rainbow Dash was suicidal, she didn’t want to leave her pegasus friend alone and in despair. If Rainbow Dash didn’t let her inside in the next hour, she would have no choice to use her lockpicking spell to force her way inside.

Twilight’s worrying was interrupted by Starlight Glimmer loudly clearing her throat.
“Uh, Twilight there is a visitor who would like to speak to Rainbow Dash.”

“Who is it?”

“Derpy Hooves.”

Twilight turned exasperated. “Not now. Tell her that Rainbow Dash isn’t available right now.”

Starlight Glimmer said, “Derpy claims that she knows why Rainbow Dash is upset and would like to speak with Rainbow Dash privately.”

Twilight didn’t know whether or not to send in the klutzy and goofy pegasus. On one hand she didn’t want her to provoke Rainbow Dash with Derpy’s shenanigans. However, she didn’t have many options and Twilight hoped that perhaps one of Rainbow Dash’s best friends could help resolve this crisis.

“Send her in,” said Twilight.

________

Derpy Hooves lightly knocked on Rainbow Dash’s bedroom door.

“Who is it?!” replied Dash, her voice muffled by the door.

“Guess who,” cooed Derpy Hooves in her bubbly voice.

“Look Derpy, I’m not in the mood.”

“Rainbow Dash, I’m not leaving until you let me in,” said Derpy, threatening to go from being cute to annoying.

Rainbow Dash opened the door a crack, her cheeks tear stained. Upon seeing that Derpy Hooves was alone, she invited her friend in.

“I brought some muffins along to cheer you up,” said Derpy Hooves as she reached into her satchel bag.

“Thanks Derpy,” said Rainbow Dash, accepting her friends “pick me up.”

“So what appears to be the problem? I saw you rush out of Fluttershy’s cottage all upset.”

“It’s nothing that you would understand,” said Rainbow Dash dismissively.

“Look, Rainbow Dash, I know that a lot of ponies around Ponyville don’t exactly view me as the smartest mare. But I do know when a friend of mine is hurting. Please let me know what’s wrong.”

“Promise me you can keep a secret.”

“Cross my heart and hope to fly, stick a cupcake in my eye,” said Derpy Hooves, repeating the famous Pinkie Pie maxim.

“While at Fluttershy’s Cottage, I met and told a certain friend of mine about my romantic feelings for them.”
“I’m guessing that didn’t go to well,” said Derpy Hooves.
“Well let’s just say that we fought and that some strong words were exchanged. I fear that I’ve lost a friend today.”
“Do you want to know what I think you should do?” asked Derpy.
“Certainly,” said Dash.
“I think that if you really love this friend of yours, then you should let them know that you’ll love and care for them no matter what, even if only as friends. Additionally, you need to make up with them and apologize for any hurtful words you may have said to this friend of yours,” said Derpy as she wrapped a wing around Rainbow Dash.
“I do have a tendency to say brash things that I regret,” said Dash, hanging her head in shame.
“You also have the tendency to be a good friend after apologizing,” said Derpy Hooves, referring to the time when Rainbow Dash exploded on her for accidentally damaging town hall and how she had reconciled with Derpy Hooves afterwards.
“You’re right Derpy. I think I know what I have to do.”

Chapter 24, Part 4

One Hour Later,
Fluttershy’s Cottage,

Rainbow Dash approached the entrance to Fluttershy’s house. She felt butterflies in her stomach as she prepared to apologize for the strong words she had exchanged earlier with her timid friend. Raising her hoof to the door, she knocked three times.

The door quickly swung open, startling Rainbow Dash. Seeing no one there, she was confused. Suddenly, she heard the all familiar thumping of Angel’s foot. Looking down, she saw Fluttershy’s bunny glaring right back at her with his beady eyes.

“Hey there Angel,” she said awkwardly, uncertain of whether or not the petulant animal had heard her and Fluttershy earlier. “You don’t mind if I come in? I need-”

Before she could finish, Angel grabbed the door and attempted to slam the door shut in Rainbow Dash’s face. It was only the swift decision by Dash to put her hoof in the way of the door which saved her from being locked out.

Wincing in pain from having her hoof pinched, she countered Angel by throwing her weight against the door, easily overpowering the bunny on the other side. Racing into the living room, she tried to find Fluttershy, calling out to her. When she didn’t receive a response, she began to worry about where Fluttershy was.

“She’s got to be around here somewhere,” thought Rainbow Dash to herself.

After landing on the ground and tucking her wings in, Rainbow Dash listened intently, looking for any sign that Fluttershy was still in the cottage. Ignoring Angel’s pathetic attempts to kick her in the shines, she honed in on the sound of Fluttershy crying upstairs, presumably in her bedroom.

Immediately, Rainbow Dash zoomed upstairs to Fluttershy’s bedroom, slowing only to turn the doorknob. The sight that she saw made her heart wretch. Sprawled out on the bed was a weeping Fluttershy, their whimpers filled with anguish.

Rainbow Dash didn’t know whether it would be appropriate for her to rush up and give her a hug or to give her space. Rainbow Dash decided to err on the side of caution and give her personal space.

“Hey Fluttershy,” said Dashie, alerting Fluttershy of her presence.

“How did you get in?” asked Fluttershy, turning to face Rainbow Dash.

“Angel let me in,” lied Rainbow Dash, averting her eyes from Fluttershy’s tear stained face. After a few moments pause, Rainbow Dash continued, “I’m here to apologize for my behavior earlier. I shouldn’t have gotten so upset with you.”

“It’s nothing Dashie,” said Fluttershy.

“It clearly isn’t,” replied Dash, gently fluttering over to Fluttershy’s side. “I hurt a friend of mine and lashed out in a fashion that you didn’t deserve. Please forgive me.”

“I forgive you,” said Fluttershy as she gently put her hoof in Rainbow Dash’s.

“Thank you Flutters.”

“I also have a romantic secret that I need to confess to you,” added Fluttershy.

“Please let it be that you want to date me,” thought Rainbow Dash to herself, her hopes soaring.

“I’m engaged,” added Fluttershy, her frown transforming into a grin.

Rainbow Dash’s heart sunk at the news that not only did Fluttershy like somepony else, but that she was also set to get married. However, she knew that her friend was looking at her and for the sake of Fluttershy’s happiness, Rainbow Dash donned a smile.

“Congratulations Fluttershy, I’m so happy for you,” feigned Rainbow Dash. Who’s the lucky stallion?”

“Actually, he’s a draconequus,” said Fluttershy.

“Wait… you mean to tell me that you’re marrying Discord?” asked Rainbow Dash. While she had guessed for quite some time that Discord and Fluttershy had been seeing one another, she was still surprised that they were engaged.

“Yeah... is that a problem?” asked Fluttershy, defensively.

“Not at all!” yelled Rainbow Dash. “Good for you guys,” she said, blinking back tears. Rainbow Dash didn’t want to accept the fact that the love of her life was getting married to somebody else. But she knew that she had to fake approval, if only to maintain her friendship with Fluttershy.

“So when’s the wedding?” asked Rainbow Dash, curious.

“Well were planning on eloping sometime in the Spring.”

“Why is that?”

“Well I know that a lot of ponies around these parts still don’t exactly trust Discord, especially after he turned Ponyville into the ‘Chaos Capital of the World’ a few year back. We have decided that it would be best if our marriage was already a fait accompli by the time we announced our romantic relationship to our friends and family.”

Rainbow Dash wished that Fluttershy and Discord had decided to have a traditional wedding with their friends and family invited. She thought it was a shame that they weren’t willing to share that moment with the rest of the world. “To each their own,” though Rainbow Dash to herself.

“I wish you to the best of luck. If there’s ever anything that I can do to help you guys out, let me know.”

Fluttershy suddenly leaned over and gave Rainbow Dash a tight hug. “You’re the very best friend I’ve ever had. I’m blessed to have you by my side. I hope that nothing will ever change that.”

“I won’t let it happen,” replied Rainbow Dash as she reciprocated Fluttershy’s hug, healing the wound that had formed between them.

Author's Notes:

The next chapter will focus on characters besides Rainbow Dash

Chapter 25

Chapter 25: Foaly Matrimony

May 4, 1949
Fluttershy’s Cottage

“I would like to thank you all for coming here to my cottage on such short notice,” said Fluttershy as she looked out at the crowd of ponies consisting of the other Elements of Harmony, the Cutie Mark Crusaders, and their associated family. “I have an important announcement to make to all of you.”

Fluttershy normally hated speaking in front of “large” crowds. However, for a change, she was actually excited for the announcement she was about to make. She already had a vague clue about what she was going to say. She had already informed her parents of the marriage and they were overwhelmingly supportive of her, albeit saddened that they hadn’t been there to see their only daughter get married. Nonetheless, she wrapped her foreleg around Discord’s waist (he was standing on her left).

“I’m married,” said Fluttershy. A collective gasp swept the roomful of ponies. Immediately a series of questions began to be belted out by curious and confused ponies, ranging from “to whom” (as if it wasn’t patently obvious) to “where did you get married.”

Fluttershy raised her hoof, indicating that she wished for everyone to quiet down. The rabble from the crowd of a dozen and a half ponies died after a few more seconds.

“I’m sure that you’re full of questions. I’ll answer them in due time. But please let me give you a bit of background first.”

“For the past couple of years, me and Discord have been seeing each other. During those years I have seen him grow from being a villain to becoming a hero. I have come to know and adore him for his personality and kindness. It is for these reasons that I have decided to marry Discord.”

Discord spoke up, breaking his silence, “Throughout the entirety of my existence I have never met a creature as kind and loving as Fluttershy. She gave me a chance when nopony else would. For that I’ll be eternally grateful.”

Twilight Sparkle rose from her seat and walked up to Fluttershy and Discord. Opening her mouth, she said, “I think that I speak for everyone here when I say that we are proud of you guys and wish you the best. If there is anything you ever need, feel free to let us know.”

Pinkie Pie shot up from her seat, wild with excitement. “Oh I know! If you guys ever need babysitters for any foals that you have, you know where to look!” shouted the pink Earth Pony, her enthusiasm prompting laughter from all gathered, including the newly weds.

“Well, we most certainly look forward to having children of our own,” said Fluttershy, blushing.

Chapter 26: Humans and Equestria

Author's Notes:

Hello everypony,

Sorry for not updating in six months. I've been extremely busy with school work for the past few months. Over the Thanksgiving Break and Christmas Vacation, I was able to make some progress on this story (100 pages.) I will be uploading these in the coming weeks.

I will focus on having a longer chapter format and not upload multi-part updates for each individual chapter. Additionally, I will be merging the previous multi-part updates for previous chapters together.

Chapter 26: Humans and Equestria

The following is an excerpt from Bondage to Freedom: The Struggle to Liberate Our Equine Brethren (1982)

“When humans and Equestrian citizens first made contact, neither knew what the future held for either themselves or for the other race. Some humans feared that the emergence of another group of sentient creatures was a threat to their survival or even a demonic entity that heralded the beginnings of the “End Times.” Fortunately, our human friends have largely abandoned such backwards thinking.
Ponies for their part were (rightfully) scared of what the humans were capable of and what their ultimate designs for Equestrians (and her neighbors) were. They had entered into a world where humans were the unchallenged master over all other life, going so far as to enslave other animals. The usage of equine creatures for menial, slave labour has remained a source of intense acrimony between ponies and humans.
Fortunately, the human race has reduced its reliance upon horse labour, with several (mostly European) countries and American states abolishing the usage of horses in menial labour. Instead, horses are given the opportunity to roam freely on giant horse “reservations” where they are looked after by pro-equine humans.
Our Benevolent Monarch, Princess Celestia (287 BNM- 1031 ANM), decided to simultaneously pursue positive relations with the human race while pushing for the liberation of equines from human captivity. To this end, she offered humanitarian assistance in exchange for the liberation of their equine populations. A special “Liberation Tax” was imposed on all goods sold in Equestria in order to pay for the cost of liberating foreign ponies.
Initially, Celestia wanted to authorize the transportation of all liberated horses to Equestria where they would be free to pursue a future amongst their own fellow humans. However, our Dear Leader and our Fellow Countrymen were saddened to find out that thees formerly “domesticated” horses possessed no sentience that was comparable to the ponies of Equestria. Additionally, Celestia, despite her magic prowess was never able to grant these ponies sentience.
Thus they were allocated to live on reservations where the liberated equines are looked after by doctors and other caregivers. It is estimated that approximately 2% of Equestria’s population is tasked with caring for the approximately 2.5 million mentally disadvantaged equines. Equestria’s government has benefited from other nations, such as Canada agreeing to set up their own equine reservations. An estimated 10 million (⅕ the global non-sentient horse population) lives in these “offshore horse reservations.”

BNM/ANM= Before and After Nightmare Moon. Equestria entered the human world in 1006 ANM or January 1, 1946 CE/AD.Equestria’s total population is estimated to be 45 million sentient creatures. 90% of which is equine (unicorns, pegasi, Earth ponies), while the other 10% are either foreign equines (zebras) or non-equine sentients (i.e. griffons and dragons.) The nation of Equestria has a land mass similar to California, the most populated American state.

Humans in Equestria: A History of Two Races

As soon as human diplomats and human journalists started entering Equestria, they proceed to send back reports detailing natural beauty and the general politeness of ponies in Equestria. This combined with a Disney film named Equestria: A Land Where Friendship is Magic, which detailed Equestrian customs and traditions, prompted a mass interest in visiting Equestria for holiday.
Every summer, Equestria is flooded by foreign tourists from all over the world, with the year of 2014 witnessing a total of 50 million tourists entering the country. The Crystal Empire receives an annual 15 million visitors.
While many ponies were hostile to the concept of equine owning humans vacationing in Equestria, the majority of Equestrian citizens embraced the concept of human tourists visiting the country. This stemmed from a belief that exposure to kindhearted and intelligent equines could help change the hearts and minds of human visitors (as well as a desire for human tourist money.) Such “Tourist Diplomacy” is credited with helping mollify the treatment of equines the world over.
However, many humans weren’t content to merely visit Equestria. Many humans desired to permanently migrate to the beautiful, largely agrarian society. Celestia, responding to fears that human migration might soon overwhelm the native stock and then “domesticate” them, decided to impose strict immigration restrictions. Only humans who were willing to pay an elevated residency tax and hold a job or start a business were permitted to say in Equestria. Additionally, immigration was capped at 1% of the previous census’ population, below the rate of natural population growth for the indigenous equine population. Exceptions were made for humans who had engaged in some “heroic action in the defense/service of equines.” These citizens would be granted automatic citizenship and residency in Equestria.
Intermingling between ponies and human migrants was a common sight in the early “Post-Flash/World Jump” Era. The numerically superiority of ponies meant that human migrants were required to live in majority equine communities. Their ability to manipulate objects with their hands allowed humans to fulfill several jobs that had previously been reserved for unicorns, such as being surgeons and artisans. While this endeared them to Earth ponies and pegasi businessmen (who would use the humans as cheap migrant labour), this human ability angered unicorns, who now faced competition from another, cheaper source of labour. As a consequence humans regularly face harassment from unicorns, with groups such as the Unicorn Defense Union, an unicorn supremacist party, advocating the expulsion of all humans from Equestria.

However, as large numbers of humans began to settle in Equestria, they often formed their own enclaves in the inner cities of Equestria, prompting concerns that human migrants are failing to assimilate into Equestrian culture. The humans which have adapted to Equestrian customs and become citizens are often referred to in Equestria as “Bronies” and “Pegasisters.” They make up approximately half of the estimated 600,000 humans that live in Equestria.

The existence of large numbers of humans in equestria, particularly large numbers of Bronies, has meant that there have been a handful of controversial court cases revolving around human-equine relationships. While interspecies relationships that are theoretically capable of producing offspring (i.e. between a donkey and a horse) are legal in Equestria, marital/sexual relationships between species which cannot produce offspring (i.e. equines and humans) remain illegal, despite the elimination of most anti-sodomny laws and a growing “free love movement” in Equestria. The Equestrian Supreme Court is expected to render a verdict on the issue next year.

Despite the continued challenges that the human presence in Equestria continues to poise, it is generally believed that Equestria’s moderate migratory policy has enabled it to take the best and brightest minds from the human world while maintaining Equine supremacy in Equestria.

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Chapter 27

June 6, 1949
Lyra and Bon Bon’s House, Ponyville

Bon Bon looked into the mirror, analyzing the pony facade that she had been forced to don for years now. Shifting forms, Bon Bon changed back into her natural Changeling form. When she meant natural Changeling form, she meant the dark black exoskeleton that she had been born with, not the candy colored shell that “reformed” Changelings assumed when they started giving love and stopped taking it from others. It’s not that she didn’t like the more friendly appearance that reformed Changelings had, it's just that she preferred the colour black.
It had been nearly a decade since her reformation. She had come to appreciate the importance of giving love from her then friend, now girlfriend Lyra Heartstrings. When they had first met, she had been searching for a pony to feed on. However, as she worked to gain her targets trust, she came to feel guilt at the prospect of harming Lyra. And as she fell in love with Lyra, she discovered that she could feel more satisfied by loving someone than by sucking the love out from them.
She has felt more fulfilled living with Lyra than at any part of her life. She was receiving love and giving it like a normal loving couple would. However, while she trusted Lyra with her life, she had never revealed her Changing identity and the fact that their first encounters had been driven by malicious intent. Bon Bon simply couldn’t run the risk of losing her soulmate.
Since adopting a pony alias, Bon Bon had lived a regular life as an owner of a candy store. Or so ponies thought. Shortly after defecting from the Changeling Kingdom, Bon Bon had enlisted her services for the Equestrian government, who were more than eager to have a shapeshifting ally in their ranks. Bon Bon had used her talents to infiltrate countless crime syndicates, gangs, and militant cells, earning the praise and generous about of bits (which were of course deposited in anonymous bank accounts.)

In recent weeks, she had been instructed to practice assuming and holding human disguises, presumably in order to infiltrate human governments. Much to the disappointment of her bosses, she found it difficult to hold a disguise for more than two hours. Normally a Changeling could hold another creature's form for weeks on end. However, assuming the form of a creature that was much larger than Changelings was a severe drain on her Changeling magic, requiring periodic breaks in order to recharge their magic.

“Hey Bon Bon, I’m back home!” shouted a familiar voice from downstairs.

Quickly, Bon Bon donned her pony disguise. “I’m coming Lyra!” yelled Bon Bon as she rushed downstairs.

“How was the candy shop today?” asked Lyra as she sat down on the couch in her “human” way.

“Pretty busy. Ever since the summer tourist season began its been really hectic. But at least these human tourists bring in a lot of money.”

“Tell me about it,” replied Lyra. “My job as a human tour guide has been hellish for the past few weeks as I take humans around our town and show them all of the landmarks. However, it seems that all they care about is having their picture taken in front of Twilight’s Castle.”

“Typical tourists,” said Bon Bon. Recently it felt that Ponyville’s small town feel was gradually disappearing as tourists from the human realms flooded Equestria and its neighbors.

Lyra leaned over and sprawled out across the couch, sensuously yawning in the process.

“I could go for a back massage right now Bon Bon,” said the mint green unicorn.

“Sure thing,” said Bon Bon as she began to tenderly rub her lovers back.

Sure life may have been hectic. But no matter what happened, Bon Bon knew she would always have Lyr by her side. And that’s all that would matter.