Too Many Lunas

by David Silver

First published 29th of November, 2020

This isn't how she planned it, but things have gone awry. Surely there is some solution to this flood of Lunas.

This isn't how she planned it, but things have gone awry. Surely there is some solution to this flood of Lunas.

Done for Moonwing.

1 - Moon!

Her bright blue eyes scanned over the page with a soft hum of thought. "Can it be that easy?" It may have been wiser for her, had she but realized that things that look too easy may, at times, be exactly that.

She swept a hoof over the page. "I can banish away the parts I do not favor, giving room for those that I do to flourish and grow stronger!" Normal ponies would have seen a therapist and just worked on their failings. Luna was not normal. She had the means and the ability. She would fix it! Even if 'it' was herself. Besides, that pony her sister had suggested always gave her that funny look.

"Stop judging me," she huffed, sitting up properly. "I will address this my way. It will be resolved and that will be that." She clapped her hooves with a satisfied look on her face. "And none can tell me not too."

Her horn began to glow softly as she performed the spell, runed dancing and flowing in the air with the power of it. "Now to focus on what I would excise. I am no foal, no more needless excitement over the smaller things." The runes shifted, some glowing all the more intensely. "I am more than the moon! I am the mistress of the night! I watch over dreams, I keep ponies safe..." Other runes shifted, the glowing intensifying by the moment.

"I am every bit as respectable as sister mine, capable of holding myself with royal refinement!" The runes twisted about her, threads of power running away from her towards them, drawing away those undesired parts of her personality, in theory. She would reshape herself into the very image of what she desired! Oh, how marvelous it would be.

One of the runes contracted, another bent around. The two came together before Luna's fascinated eyes. Was that part of the spell? It had to be. The two parts slotted together, becoming a sphere that darkened to a deep purple, like her own pelt.

Then two eyes opened, blinking at her. "Moon!" squealed the strange little ball, little wings unfurling from its mass and a great big smile on its face. "Moon!" other runes began to come together, forming more and more of those strange spherical little ponies, each sporting her mane cut and the color of her eyes, but the similarities ran a bit dry after that.

"Huzzah!" cried another, bouncing left and right in chorus with four others that seemed eager to join in the dance.

"The fun has been doubled!" Another four landed in front of the first set and they all burst into giggles, finding their shenanigans quite enjoyable to themselves.

It was a shame Luna did not share in their joy. She didn't feel different at all. She was no more stately. She was still Luna, surrounded by little simulacrum. "I command you all to stop!"

"Moon?" Several of them were watching her, their eyes shining with expectation, but what were they hoping for?

Luna rose to her hooves. "I am Princess Luna. Lue nah."

"Moon!" cried another, prompting a wild fit of bouncing and cheers, the crowd apparently quite happy with the title of moon for Luna.

She looked over her shoulder at the sound of something shattering. One of those little round Luna-lets had knocked over one of her vases, shattered on the floor. "This is unacceptable," she huffed, her wings flaring, which only inspired so many of them to spread their much smaller wings apart. "At the least you could have taken what I wanted away." But she felt the same. She was Luna, surrounded by the round balls.

"Huzzah!" cried one, popping out from the pile, thumping its head against a great ball it had found. The others gasped with joy and began to leap for it, a rough and tumble game that seemed to have no particular rules breaking out enthusiastically as they struggled to get the ball... somewhere. It seemed to waver between one side of the room and the next. If there were rules, Luna couldn't determine what they were.

Until one little Lunalet knocked it down into one of her trash bins and the entire room became a chorus of cheers. "How many points do I receive?!" enthusiastically asked the one that had performed the successful goal.

Luna went dark in her cheeks, remembering when last she uttered those words. That was not one of her high points. "I command you all to stop," she boomed with the Royal Canterlot Voice.

It was almost surprising that it worked, all the little round things landed on their bottoms, looking up at her expectantly.

"V-very good, yes." She cleared her throat into an upraised hoof. "Now then, since you are here, I must... accept responsibility." Sure, they were magically created lifeforms, but they were her magically created lifeforms. She would not be seen as an irresponsible magic user! "Do you have a name?"

They glanced at one another, questions asked in soft mutters that were hard to hear until one bounced to the front. "Moon!"

"Moon!" cried the rest in agreement, bobbing their heads as if it was just that obvious that moon had been the proper answer to the question.

As if in celebration, they closed around her. She recoiled in fear, but that proved to be unneeded as they came in to nuzzle and nestle with her, more and more closing in around her to get closer to their progenitor. She was soon buried in a pile of cooing little lunalets. "I... see..." She did not see, not at all. She could but sink to her belly, careful not to squash them on the way. "There must be some way..."

"Sister?" A knocking came from her door. A sleepy sounding Celestia spoke through it, "I heard you shouting. Is everything alright?"

Luna tensed with a new source of worry. "Fear not, sister mine! All is well."

"Huzzah!" cried one of her little creations.

"Sister!" "Sister! "Sister!" they began to cry in loose chorus, bouncing forward towards the door that separated them from Celestia.

"What is that?" came her muffled voice, the doorknob glowing golden with her magic. "Are you alright?"

The door was already starting to open. Luna threw a hoof forward, dark magic shoving against the door, denying the chance for her little doppelgangers to make an escape. "I'm just fine!"

"Sister, dear, I know when you're hiding something." Still, her golden magic retreated. "If you want to talk, I am here." A soft yawn could be heard. "No matter the time of night."

Luna cringed softly, imagining her tired sister trying to lend support despite it. "I do verily appreciate your concern, sister mine. It is most treasured." She put a hoof at her chest. "But I am fine."

"Then you won't mind." In that moment of dropped guard, Celestia casually brushed the door open.

"Sister!" "Sister?" "Moon?" The round little Lunalets rushed at the opened door at the sun princess beyond it, gazing up at her with obvious wonder.

One stuck out their tongue at her. "I am the princess of the night!"

Celestia blinked softly as she was swarmed by the things. "Sister... what is going on?"

Luna huffed softly. "That was most unkind! I thought you were respecting my privacy."

Celestia gestured around at the little balls that vaguely simulated her sister. "Luna, dear... Explain this please? Is this what had you shouting so loudly?"

"I have it all under control," lied Luna. "Moonies, assemble!" She pointed with authority at the ground before her. As much to her own surprise, they began to gather right where she pointed, accepting the title she had just invented for them. "See? There are no issues here."

Celestia's magic glowed, plucking one little moonie that had snuck into her mane at some point. She kicked the door shut behind her as she entered Luna's room. "Sister... Pardon me if I am mistaken, but I do not think this is how you intended to spend your evening." She placed the round ball with its friends, where they began to bounce about, forgetting the command to be still.

"I was... performing an experiment." Not a complete lie, that. "To focus the negative aspects of mine being." Also true! "So I could face them." Well, two out of three isn't bad, right?

Celestia raised a brow at that. "I see." She leaned down, her snout even with the little bouncy furballs. "Little moonies, who is your favorite pony in the entire world?"

They tilted left and right, different ones at different times before they all twirled at once to face Luna. "Moon!" they cried in chorus, in firm agreement.

Celestia smiled gently. "Well, then we have something in common. Moon is my favorite as well."

Luna blushed softly. "Stop that..." She looked over Celestia. "Sister, you are obviously tired."

"Not too--" She paused to cover a yawn. "--tired to help my sister. We were driven apart once by my not taking the time my little sister needed. Never again."

Luna shuffled awkwardly in place. "Sister... Your... Thank you." She smiled timidly. "But I am not a foal. I appreciate your care, deeply and truly, but I am not a foal."

"When we are both old and wrinkled, I will still worry for you." She moved to touch noses with Luna gently. "I will always be your older sister, and I love you, Luna."

Luna huffed softly, ears splaying off to the sides in shameful submission. "That you are, sister mine." She took a slow and deep breath, her sides swelling a moment. "Very... well, since I will not send you to bed until this is resolved..." She gestured at the many moonies. "I would banish them, but would prefer not to harm them. Know you a way to do both of these things?"

Celestia considered the balls that were busy playing tug of war with the tassle that led to the curtains. "They are formed partially of you, sister, but they are becoming their own thing." She raised a hoof to her chin. "Have you considered letting them help you?"

"Help me?!" Luna frowned at the idea. "They can barely occupy my room without making a mess. How would they assist me?"

"They can keep ponies company when you are too busy," she suggested. "Nothing complex, but having something soft and warm that only wishes them the best may be just what some ponies need." She leaned forward a little, a small smile forming. "I should imagine some would be quite pleased to embrace a small rounded form of their favored princess."

Luna's cheeks lit up brightly. "You jest!"

"I do not." Celestia gently batted away one moonie that had been about to go after some jewelry. "You will need to train them, but in this, I think they will listen, little helpers in the dreaming world. Doesn't that sound exciting?"

"Huzzah!"

"The fun has been doubled!" Several bounced back and forth, apparently happy with what they had heard.

Luna inclined her head faintly to the left. "Sister mine, your idea is... strange... but perhaps not entirely impossible." She raised a hoof to her chin, considering all the moonies. "Will you all listen, to help other ponies get all the help they need?"

Great cheers erupted as they gathered around Luna, bouncing up and down against her.

Luna turned away from her sister. "For this, sister mine, I truly will require my own space."

"And in this," half-sang Celestia with a smile. "I will away, back to rest. Perhaps I will see you there, or one of your little helpers." She trotted from the room with a soft little yawn, though confident that her sister would have things well in hoof.

Equestria would never be exactly the same, but there were few complaints about it, in the end.

Author's Notes:

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2 - Going Loony

Sweetie sat up with a bright smile, her unpleasant dream that wouldn't quite qualify as a nightmare coming to a halt as silvery light shone down on her. "Luna?!"

That was not Luna. Floating from from above, wings spread, was a round simulation of the princess of dreams. Sweetie Belle had seen the real thing before, and that was not... her? "Um..."

Still, it landed before her and hopped closer, having no hooves, or legs, just bouncing like a ball and deforming in a rubbery like way. "The fun has been doubled!" declared the little ball of a pony enthusiastically.

It wasn't Luna, but it had chased away her unhappy dream? "Hey... thanks?" She offered a hoof, only to have a little Luna hopping against her in warm snuggling. "O-oh! Nice to see you too." She gently hugged the strange thing, smiling a little. It wasn't Luna, but that didn't mean it had to be bad, right?

"Stay back!" Bon Bon ducked behind a bench, holding a walkie-talkie to her ear as she shouted into it, "They're all over Ponyville, send backup!"

"You are the backup," came the stern reply.

Bon Bon gulped, looking out around the corner at the huge fearsome monster. She didn't really know what it looked like, and it didn't matter. In her nightmare, it was huge and terrible and unstoppable and that was all she really needed to know overall. The specifics came and went as it was most terrifying. "I'll use my secret weapons," she shouted as if that would scare the monster away.

"Moon!" came a chorus. Bon Bon peeked out to see a literal wave of small Luna balls crashing against the monster, their faces set firmly in their task of washing away the nightmare in a force of moon-flavored justice that could not be denied.

Her nightmare, interrupted. She couldn't really be sad about that. "What the..." Even if it was kind of confusing.

"How many points have we earned?!" excitedly asked one ball that bounced near her, smiling up at her.

"You... won all the points." Even as the small ball cheered, Bon Bon gently pat her on the head. "Thanks for the timely assistance."

"You seem positive this morning." Celestia smiled at her sister, who was eating her pancakes for a change. "Things going well?"

Luna, who normally was fairly dead to the world at that time of the day, took a nice syrupy bite of the provided breakfast. "Those little moonies have worked out better than I could have hoped for." She sipped from the orange juice in a deep swig. "Mmm, they're handling the bulk of the duties, leaving the most delicate to me to set my hooves on. It's really cleared my plate, and I am grateful."

"How nice." Celestia considered her sister, eating her own share while watching her. "Weren't they, originally, made to be undesired parts of you?"

"Well, yes." Luna colored faintly. "But let that be a lesson. Even the parts you think are without merit can be quite positive when looked at the right way." She cleared her throat sofly. "Now, sister mine. I do appreciate this lovely meal, but my bed does still call to me."

"And I wouldn't dream of holding you back from it."

Luna snorted. Had that been a joke? "I have to get ready for my own day, so mind your own." They exchanged a little touch of their sensitive noses, then she trotted away to find some sleep from her busy evening.

Celestia let the sounds of Luna's departure fade away, until even the echoes of the clip clops were lost. She rose slowly and walked towards her own room, nodding to the guards along the way. Nothing was out of place. nothing at all...

She closed the door behind herself and approached a small closet. "I have a treat for you."

"Huzzah!" came a little cry. She opened the door to reveal a moonie, bouncing joyfully at the sight of her.

Celestia's horn began to glow, a plate floating into view and settling before the little round version of her sister, who ate eagerly. "Now you both like pancakes..." She considered the little orb with a thoughtful hm. "But it's hardly fair she gets all the help. Would you like to help me?"

The moonie looked up, forgetting the food. "Huzzah!"

"Huzzah indeed," agreed Celestia. "You want to be helpful, don't you?" Her gentle smile was returned with eager bouncing and joyful noises. "I knew holding onto you would work out... Now, shall we?"

Later, a pony stroked his beard softly, peering at the strange pony that had become his point of contact. "I had expected Princess Celestia," he admitted, uncertain how to even approach the curiously rounded form that had been inserted instead. "You strike a resemblance to Princess Luna."

"Moon!" called the moonie, nodding in agreement.

"But it's the middle of the day," argued the politician, pointing out a window. The moonie hopped over and peered out at the bright and sunny day. There was no moon in sight. The sun was high in the sky. "See?" How he had arrived at the conclusion, he wasn't sure. But he felt sure just convincing the not-Luna of her mistake would resolve everything.

"Moon?" The moonie tilted left and right, but no moon was in sight. Just the sun.

"Sun!" She bounced into the air, erupting into golden brilliance and landing a bright off-white instead of the dark blue of Luna. "Gotcha!" she declared, sounding, well, like a little Celestia instead.

The politician slowly blinked. That was... closer to what he had been aiming for. "Nice to see you, Princess Celestia. Can we talk about the park on the west side? We just need to go over the fine details and we can begin."

"Hm, a very valuable lesson to have learned." The sunnie, no longer a moonie, nodded at the larger pony. She was, still, a little ball. Even a small ball of Celestia, she was easily dwarfed by a full sized pony. "From now on, we are regular, carefree ponies!"

"Yes, precisely. We need to see to the needs of regular ponies." The politician smiled, feeling he was getting somewhere. His horn glowed as he pulled out a scroll and unfurled it. "I was thinking most ponies would get a benefit from..." The sunnie proved to be a good listener.

Celestia peeked from her hiding place, the politician trotting away with a content look on his face. Somehow, that had worked out. "I admit it, I'm surprised." She trotted out towards the sunnie. "But you've changed."

The sunnie hopped up and came down facing Celestia. "I will light the way!" she cried with a jubilant expression to match. "Sun!"

"Sun indeed." She patted the head of the sunnie, considering things. "Can you... be any pony you wish to be?"

"Sun!"

It seemed she wasn't going to get that answer easily. "Nice job with the park. Your suggestions were exactly on point." She still wasn't sure how the little orb version of herself had managed to get the right meaning across... but it had gone well. "I have some important meetings to get to, but perhaps you could help with some also important, if slightly less pressing, ones?"

"Hm, a very valuable lesson to have learned." The sunnie nodded with a moment of gravity before she resumed her usual happy smile, looking ready to tackle the day. "Sun!"

Celestia considered a moment. "I choose to have faith in you." She gave the sunnie one last parting pat on the head and trotted off towards her next meeting. "See she arrives where she's needed," she ordered a guard on the way who had already seen the sunnie do her thing a moment before.

"Of course, your highness." He saluted sharply, then trotted towards the little sunnie. She was not Celestia, that seemed obvious to him. How it had worked as long as it had, he wasn't sure, but he gathered her up with a wing, holding her under it as he got to walking. "You are needed on the veranda."

There, a small crowd was gathered. They chatted and ate little morning snacks. They would do that with or without Celestia, but having a chance to see her would make their day. Perhaps a sunnie would be just as good. he trotted up to the dias that she would normally stand on and casually deposited the ball of sun with a flip of his wing. "Celestia has arrived," he announced with all due gravity, then trotting away quickly before any ponies present could call him out on what was clearly not Celestia.

Many eyes turned to see what had been announced. There was no towering queen of the sun there. Not even a princess of the sun! It was... a small ball? Things became quiet, ponies blinking at the small ball, unsure what they were seeing. None dared to be the first to speak, to complain. Was this a joke? Celestia was not beyond the little joke for levity. Perhaps it was... that?

"We are gathered here today to once again honor the heroism," was what the sunnie said. Was it even a complete sentence. The ponies gaped. "Sun!" She bounced in place and extended a wing at the sun high above.

"Oh," spoke Fancy Pants. "She's asking us to remember those who sacrificed so we can enjoy this sunny day."

Gentle noises of agreement began to ripple through the crowd. That made sense. Fancy Pants started a little applause, clopping his hooves alone at first, but soon joined by other ponies who felt, at least in part, it would be rude to not follow Fancy's lead. He knew how those things worked.

With the tension punctured, the sunnie bounced down towards them to join them for breakfast and to add her own little wisdoms. Sure, they were little snippets of things Celestia had once said, but she was welcome in their meeting without further worry, so it was all working out.

The guard that had brought the sunnie blinked slowly at how well that had worked out. Perhaps... he should bring her to the next meeting Celestia would not be able to attend? Yes, that is exactly what the princess would want... He let the ponies enjoy themselves for a bit longer before slipping in. "Her majesty is required." He grabbed the sunnie under a wing and began to trot off.

The little sunnie was nuzzling into his side, bringing a blush to his cheeks, imagining the real Celestia being so outwardly affectionate to him. That sure would be quite a day, but that was not his job. His job was to serve her, and if moving that sunnie around did that, he would do just that!

Celestia nodded from her throne to the pony that had just approached her. "Good to see you. Now, I believe you had a subject of importance concerning the badlands?"

"Sun," the declared as if it were some grave statement of faith. "I understand the badlands are not specifically part of--"

Celestia raised an ear. "Pardon me. Why did you start with 'sun'?"

"Isn't... that customary?" He looked genuinely baffled. "Everypony said you should say that."

Celestia leaned into it. "Oh, of course. I just didn't think it had spread that far yet. Please, do continue." She wasn't sure what was going on, but that was no excuse to keep the poor pony waiting. The borderlands between the changelings and Equestria had things to be ironed out, even if both sides were friendly with one another. Such was the duty of a princess.

Luna woke much later, yawning, but feeling much refreshed. And yet... something was wrong. She rolled out of bed, her magic snatching a brush to get to getting herself presentable. "A little snack will set it aside." It was just her being silly, clearly.

She opened the door. "Sun!" A little round version of her sister beamed up at her.

Perhaps a snack alone would not solve the situation.

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3 - My Little Ponies

Twilight reached for a book. "Kindly."

"Book!" came the excited reply of a little ball version of Twilight, bouncing up against the book and knocking into reach of Twilight's magic.

"Thank you." She set the book down gently and pushed the one she had been reading aside for the Twilie to work on getting back in place. "Now, Spike, this doesn't replace you."

"Are you kidding?" Spike flipped the page of his comic. "This is the best thing to happen in forever." He held up a hand and a spikey crashed against it, finishing the gesture. "The little ball me knows exactly what I want to read next."

Outside, Ponyville was a strange new place. Ponies trotted along with their ball versions bouncing alongside them or riding on their back. Each called out their catchphrase energetically, bouncing at the sight of another of themselves as if in greeting.

"Ayup."

"Carrot!"

"Blank Flank." Diamond Tiara swatted at her ball version.

"Come on! I... don't say that anymore." She rubbed at a blushing cheek. "Say something new! Sheesh, me and the CMC are alright now."

Elsewhere, Luna was poking steadfastedly at her sister. "Do you really think this is a good idea?"

"One of my best." Celestia smiled with eternal patience at her sister. "Our people are quite delighted. Why, my little ponies--"

"Don't you say it." Celestia grinned at Luna. "Don't you dare!"

"Have littler ponies," finished Celestia as Luna growned. "And they both love it."

"You took away most of my assistants!" Luna threw her hooves wide and high. "I made them!"

"And you like to see the ponies being happy too, do you not? A worthy sacrifice." She inclined her head. "It's a shame they don't... seem to make little ones, of themselves." She shook her head slowly. "Not that I want to imagine how that would work."

"I made them with a spell." Luna scowled at her sister. "If you like them so much, why do you not cast it? I can get you a copy of it if you do not know it." Her expression turned to a cocky smirk. "You're so busy leading, you don't get to practice your spells much, do you sister?"

Celestia booped Luna gently on the snout. "Which is why I am so glad I am surrounded by such talented ponies. Perhaps you or Twilight could go through the motions of making more, so everypony in the lands could have one."

"Pass." Luna waved off a hoof before starting to trot away. "You've taken enough fragments of my psyche, good cause or not. Why not ask Twilight? She would do anything for you."

"Perhaps I should..."

"Moon."

"Sun."

The two balled ponies nodded at one another, not smiling as most had been seen doing. They turned towards a crowd of all balled ponies.

The room erupted into great cheers, their specific words lost in the chaotic tumult of agreement with whatever message their leaders had somehow imparted on them.

Spike held out a book, rubbing his lips as he did it. "Celestia needs to not send entire books that way. Bad enough with the scrolls."

"I do appreciate it." She took the offered book and flipped it over. "I wonder what was so important she wanted me to have it that quickly?" There was a bookmark, allowing her to find the page she should read quickly. "A spell to banish character flaws?" Her ears sagged. "Does Celestia think I have too many flaws?"

"Well, I mean, we all do." Spike shrugged softly. "But we work past it."

"But not everypony is told by Celestia to cast a spell to fix it." She pointed at the page. "Oh." There was a bit of paper coming free of the book and she plucked at it, revealing a letter.

Dear Twilight Sparkle,

My dearest student. Enclosed is a spell that I would like you to try. Are you enjoying your little Twily? This will create more of them. They will be like you, at least at first, but it is my hope you can help distribute them to creatures in need, much as the ones given to Ponyville. Perhaps you could take a trip to Manehatten?

Little Ponies Helping Little Ponies,
Princess Celestia

Twilight looked up from the letter. "Huh... I guess I was worried for nothing." She laughed nervously as she began browsing the spell. "This is how they're made?"

"Can't read a word," admitted Spike, looking over her shoulder curiously. "How about you?"

The little Spike ball shook his head, also not understanding it, but also looking curious. "That nest needs to be condemned."

Spike blinked at the strange statement. "Uh, this isn't a nest. Go ahead, show us how it's done, Twilight."

"With pleasure." She tapped at the page. "But I need to focus on aspects of myself I'd want to get rid of. What aspects would those be?" She tapped at her chin. "I try to manage those already."

Spike's brows fell. "Neuroticism? Pedantry? OCD?" He counted out, extending fingers as he went. Twilight shot him a look that was both angry and hurt and he held up both hands quickly. "Hey! You've gotten way better about all of it, but they're still, you know, you. Not saying I don't have things to complain about."

Twilight looked to the ball version of herself. "He's exaggerating, right?"

"Dear Princess Celestia," recited the round one. "Is this going to be on the test?!"

Twilight applied a hoof to her face. "Right, right... okay. This is the time where I... take a gentle breath." Her sides swelled with that not-so-gentle breath. "And let it go." The air gusted free of her in a powerful blast. "And let's cast this spell."

With a glowing horn and her mind turned back towards productivity, she walked the arcane path that Luna had trotted along. "I am not that OCD," she grumbled, focusing on casting out whatever, little, OCD bits and other disparaging things Spike had brought up. She was a good pony. She knew this for sure, as Celestia had reminded her.

"Oh no!" came a cry, but it sounded almost happy.

"Book," agreed another. Twilight opened her eyes to see several rounded versions of herself, engaged in a conversation of little quips. "I wasn't prepared for this," one declared, but all of them looked quite happy to be there.

Twilight inclined her head at her rounded doppelgangers. "Huh, there are... quite a number of them."

Spike watched the room, alive with rolly-polly Twilights. "Wow. So, uh, you just have to give them to ponies and let them imitate them, right?" He hopped to his feet, his own ball bouncing up to his head. "So let's go find some ponies that don't have one yet."

"Actually." Twilight sat on her haunches and brought her hooves together. "I know just the pony that could get the job done fast."

"For every good pony," came Pinkie's excited tone as she floated in a baloon over the major city. "And even the alright ones." She stuck out her tongue a bit before she wrapped her arms around a batch of pony-balls and cast them off the side despite their height. "Catch!"

Down below, ponies found the dazed, but unharmed, pony-balls and new friends began to develop. Manehattan would soon be full of the result of Celestia's plotting and Twilight's overabundance of magic and mental faults to supply a city-full of little wonders. "We are on fire!"

"Party!" cried a little round pink ball in agreement, nudging another ball off the side of the baloon to plummet towards its new home. "Party cannon."

"Now is not the time," admonished Pinkie gently. "I'll let you know when it's time to explode." She bumped her forehead against her doppelganger and they both got to getting more balls down to the ponies that'd want them.

Luna clopped a hoof against her head. "You actually did it."

"Why would I not?" Celestia quirked an ear at her sister. "And she did a nice job."

"She made more of them in a day than I did." Luna huffed softly. "Twilight is a bit of a show off, sister."

"Magic is her thing, Luna." Celestia smiled gently. "I feel certain she would be lost in the dreaming world, if that helps."

"It does, a little." Luna folded her wings up tight before she felt something nudging against her. Looking to the left, there was one of the few remaining Luna-balls. "Ah, how go the dream patrols?"

"Moon!"

"Very good." She nodded with understanding.

Celestia raised a brow at that. "Luna, you do know she only said 'moon', do you not?"

"Hm?" Luna sat up tall. "She said things had gone well. Did you not hear her?"

Celestia lifted an ear. "She clearly said 'moon' and little else." She turned towards the round plump pony that was the little Celly-ball. "Do you speak?"

"Sun!"

But Celestia did not hear more than that. Just a single word of exclamation. It sounded happy enough, but no words there. Celestia rubbed at an ear as if to clear it. "Luna, are you alright?"

"That I am." She reached out and gently patted the head of the round Luna. "My assistants in the dream have been quite useful, even if I have less of them."

"Spike!" A ball landed on Twilight's chest as she tried to take a nap. "Take a letter, please."

Twilight could hear meaning behind the words, blinking at the round version of herself. "What?"

The ball bounced even as Twilight sat up. "Take a letter."

"I heard you," assured Twilight, on her haunches and shaking the sleep from her eyes. "Of course Spike wouldn't actually take a letter. He can't understand you."

"Spike!"

"Well, yes, I could relay the message." Twilight rubbed a cheek with the flat of a hoof. "But I shouldn't be understanding you either, should I?"

The ball-Twilight twirled to face Twilight directly, gazing into her eyes with her great big smile. "We are one," Twilight could hear despite its simple catch phrase cries. "You made us. With you, we can take over--"

Twilight dropped the ball in the trashcan with her magic. "Nope." With a quick spell, she popped the ball in a puff of magic. "I know where this is going. Nope!" She trotted clear of her room to make sure no other balls were in the castle.

Not a single twi-ball would survive her rampage, making her castle entirely free of them, including Spike's ball. "Aw..."

Twilight nodded with confidence. "That's better."

"What about the others?" asked Spike. "Didn't Celestia or Luna discover it first? I mean, that's where mine came from, right? Also, you know, most of yours are in Manehattan now."

Twilight waved the problem away. "If they can't talk, their danger is far reduced. I'll send a letter about it, but I imagine they've already noticed and took care of it." Her bright bit of worship of the royal sisters unimpinged, Twilight saw nothing going wrong.

Equestria was safe!

Right?

Author's Notes:

And fin. I do hope everyone enjoyed this nonsense!