Demented Pony Dreams

Spin, spin, spin! Spike span across the ballet hall with such rapidity that he began to leave vampire sparkles on the floor. The ceiling tongues looked down in shame at the spectacle. It was an embarrassment to the art. He lacked elegance and poise and all sorts of things. Had some cocky unicorn cast some forbidden spell to make this travesty happen, or was there a reason yet more baffling?

Faster, faster! His spinning increased, faster, and faster. So fast that the little dragon frackling was but a mere blur to all those who observed. Then, pirouette! His feet could no longer take the horrible dancing, and promptly exploded. Blood and tendons flew everywhere, leaving no surface clean. He fell to the floor, deader than disco.

Betwixt and between the realms of reality and mirror, the princess of the night, Luna, watched eagerly. Stepping out from the mirror from which she watched the travesty unfold, Luna carefully levitated Spike's corpse and wrapped it in a white sheet. Then, with another quick flicker of magic from her horn, they vanished, leaving the janitor to clean up the mess.

            Celestia sat on her couch, which was made of menstrual blood, watching porn. Her position was a slight slouch, as if she was bored, but her face told a different story. It was a manic glee, really. That face. Like Molestia, only taken up to eleven.

            Her attention shifter slightly from the porn to the door or her apartment as she heard is open and slam. Her face returning to its normal serenity, she paused the saucy escapades and turned her head. "Luna, what have you got there?"

            Luna, whose face was now reminiscent of Celestia's "porn face" replied, "IT IS A NEW PROJECT SISTER! A DEAD BABY DRAGON! IT IS FRESH, THIS PLEASES ME!" Spike, who was still wrapped in the sheet, hovered to her right.

            Celestia chuckled. "And just what do you plan to do with it?"

            "I WILL REPAIR IT, SISTER! MAKE IT STRONGER, BETTER THAN IT WAS BEFORE! CAN I FIX IT? YES, I CAN!"

            "Alright, just don't start another zombie apocalypse, you hear me? It took forever to clean up that one."

            "I SHALL, SISTER!" And with that, Luna went to her room and locked the door behind her, readying her lab to perform all sorts of experiments.