Something for Everyone

"Long ago, in a distant land...I, Luna! Shapeshifting Mistress of Darkness! Unleashed an UNSPEAKABLE evil..."

"Can you please skip to the part we don't know already?" Applejack may as well have let the air out of a balloon. Luna seemed to shrink before the bearers of the elements' very eyes as she changed from an inky mass towering over them into the bubbly (if slightly morbid) princess they all knew and loved.

Luna cleared her throat. "Yes, well, erm, I was getting to that part."

Rainbow Dash raised her hoof. "Is it the part where you explain why there's a freaking Samareai hacking up the garden?" Her friends all nodded their agreement. Given the circumstances, it was a very pertinent question.

The Princess of the Night nodded, ignoring Dash's foul language. "It's really quite a long story. But the gist of it", she explained as her glamours started to reweave themselves, "is that this foolish Samareai warrior, wielding a magic sword, stepped forth to oppose me. Before the final blow was struck, I TORE open a portal in time and sent her into the future - WHERE MY EVIL IS LAW!" With this bellow, she swelled to a mighty size - larger even than Nightmare Moon had been - and became a vision of terror. Black pitch flowed over her blue coat. Her loving eyes gained slitted pupils and stared at Pinkie with a hunger that could destroy nations. Her smiling mouth gained fangs, long and horrible to behold, dripping with venom from within her cruel smirk. The raiments of her office were twisted and corrupted, spikes growing from places that were simply impractical. In all, it was a timely reminder of just what a fearsome enemy Luna had been back in her night.

This met with six spectacularly blank stares.

"At least, that was the idea. Why she's ended up here, I haven't the foggiest." The vision of unholy terror shrugged, and picked up her coffee.

The six blank stares continued - or, rather five of them did. Pinkie was trying her very hardest to keep it up, though, so nopony would really hold it against her if she was the weak link. The utterly dead silence stretched on, until it was punctured by the muffled sound of their unexpected guest slicing Cadance's favourite shrubbery to pieces.