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Of Parties and Rainbows

by Donnys Boy

Chapter 7: Method Acting

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“Method Acting”

Commander Hurricane, the strong and fearless leader of the world’s pegasus ponies, eyed his adversary with a cool, appraising gaze.

“So, Chancellor Puddinghead,” he said with a sneer, “we meet again.”

The chancellor, esteemed head of the earth pony nation, haughtily lifted her nose in the air. “Commander Hurricane. I wish I could say it was a pleasure, but we both know I’d be lying.”

That was a verbal blow that could not go unanswered. The pegasus took a threatening step forward. “Is that so? That’s not what you said last time.”

Chancellor Puddinghead’s bright blue eyes went wide in surprise, and she giggled a bit before recovering herself enough to put on a glare. “Perhaps,” she allowed, with a disdainful sniff. “But I also seem to recall that, the time before last, it was you who was begging for mercy, my dear Commander.”

“Lies! Pegasus warriors do not beg!”

“You will after I’m done with you!”

Simultaneously they attacked. The chancellor went low, aiming to take out the pegasus commander’s legs, but Hurricane dodged to the side and reached out to grab Puddinghead’s tail in his mouth. In one fluid movement, he managed to spin her around so that they were facing one another, and then he pounced.

Hurricane pinned Puddinghead to the floor and loomed menacingly over his prey. The earth pony struggled a bit, her shoulders shaking with what seemed very much like barely-suppressed laughter but was more likely to be barely-suppressed terror, and she glared up at the pegasus. Commander Hurricane felt his wings spread out in a wide fan of blue feathers as the thrill of imminent victory washed over him.

“Surrender, Chancellor! Surrender to the superior pegasus powers!” he barked at his fallen enemy.

“Never!” shouted the chancellor, as her eyes flashed in defiance. “You may have the upper hoof right now, but you still have absolutely no sense of executive leadership or edible headwear!”

Hurricane grinned ferociously. “Oh, I’ll show you some executive leadership, all right ...”

The next few minutes were filled with no further taunts or insults, but only with growls, giggles, and the occasional sigh or moan. Thus occupied, neither embattled dignitary heard the creak of the bedroom door as it opened.

“Hey, girls? Mrs. Cake said you were up here, and I was just wondering if you’ve--oh, my moon and stars!

Commander Hurricane and Chancellor Puddinghead both froze immediately at the sound of the intruder’s voice. Slowly they turned to look towards the door, and identical expressions of shock and horror spread across both their faces.

“Clover the Clever!” exclaimed the chancellor, her voice a high-pitched squeak. “Oh, my gosh! The unicorn forces are invading!”

Blushing, the pegasus commander jumped off Chancellor Puddinghead. He nervously flapped his wings. “This is totally not what it looks like!”

The stunned intruder just blinked at them.

“Actually, uh, this is totally what it looks like.”

Without a word, the unicorn backed out of the room and quietly shut the door behind her.

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Twilight Sparkle slowly and laboriously descended the stairs of Sugar Cube Corner. Spike waited for her at the bottom, munching on a cupcake.

“So, are they up there?” the little dragon asked once she reached the bottom of the staircase. “Do they still have their costumes from the play?”

Twilight’s face was perfectly blank, but her left eye gave a slight twitch. “Yes, they are. And yes, they do.”

“Cool. Glad the costumes aren’t actually missing.” Spike frowned when he noticed that Twilight was staring off into the distance, even though there wasn’t really a distance inside the bakery to stare off into. “Um, Twi? You okay?”

“No. No, Spike, I am not.” Her voice remained oddly serene. “In fact, I may never be okay again.”

Spike nodded as though this made any sense whatsoever. He hadn’t lasted this long as the number one assistant to an overworked, uptight unicorn by being fazed by little things like Twilight acting weird. Nope, this was no problem. He could handle this.

With forced cheerfulness, he tried again. “Right! Well, uh, right. Are we gonna bring the costumes back to Canterlot, then?”

“No.” Twilight shook her head, and her eye gave another twitch. “We are going to take the costumes, and we are going to burn them.”

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