Building the Kingdom

by ChucklesMcJingleberry

Rating: mature
Tags: Comedy, Adventure
Length: 1009

Tom has deigned to show his true glory to all of Equestria. He first requires an empire, and the ponies are all too happy to be his followers.

Tom has deigned to show his true glory to all of Equestria. He first requires an empire, and the ponies are all too happy to be his followers.

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2014-10-13 20:51:49 UTC

The Confrontation

Tom approached the stoic figure. A faint light was shining down upon the frozen eagle claw, and a soft water was dripping on the floor, forming a small small puddle around the feet of the petrified Draqo-thing statue. A metronome played in the corner of the room, set to an even tempo. It was placed there as a way of torturing the lord of chaos. It worked.

"You have failed me." Tom spoke, his voice causing the room itself to quake with his pure might.

"I demanded that you teach the ponies why they must fear chaos, not drive them to chaos itself. You have defied me for the final time, creature." He spoke. Within his shell, Discord mocked the Pure Rock.

"Be silent, worm. I know your thoughts and have no time to trouble myself with them. You're prayers to me shall, from here and onward, go unanswered. You shall sit in this cave for ad infinitude. Oh, and I think I should mention to you that the walls are all exactly the same length, including the floor and ceiling, left and right, up and down. This room is in perfect order, made entirely of one element, the same number of atoms in each wall. Perfect punishment for one such as yourself." The being groaned from behind his shell, the Pure Rock's words filling him with distaste.

"Now, I shall leave you here to stew. If you are fortunate, I may allow you a moment of music per year. If that is all, I do believe I have some ponies to enlighten and bless." And with that, Tom strode swiftly out of the room, his luscious non-existent hair flowing in the breeze that currently did not exist. Why? Tom is amazing, that is why. He exited the stone cell and closed the door behind him. Which side was behind him? All sides, for Tom is moving forward in both time and space and all things are things which he has passed. Don't question it, just accept him. Tom strode up the steps of the dungeon, and exited through a bush in the Gardens. Tom then glided swiftly as an angel along the dirty ground. You may think that he was floating above the ground, but in actuality, the ground was pulling itself away from him, for it feared to evoke his wrath by touching him, though it very much longed to do so. Tom would allow it to feel him, for he loved it very much as he loved all the world, but it was tainted with the touch of impure ponies, and he must bless all of Equestria with his love before he could allow the ground to feel his amazing touch. As he glided up the streets of Canterlot, no ponies could see him, for his purity caused the light to bend around him in a way that made him invisible to all except those whom he deemed worthy. He strode through the extravagant palace, up the steps, and into the royal room. The door opened itself at his presence, and he stood before Celestia.

The guards all looked in shock at the door, having for some reason opened itself. Two guards proceeded to search the area outside the door, but saw nopony.

"Probably just the wind, take it easy." Celestia said, not liking to see her guards get all worked up.

"Celestia, behold me!" Tom spoke, and the Princess's eyes were opened. She gasped, and the guards looked over at her, unsure why she seemed so shocked.

"I... I... wha?" She stammered on her words, but Tom silenced her with a shake of his head.

"You need not speak, my little pony. I will do the speaking. You need only listen. Your Monarchy is tainted with impurity, your wealthy hold themselves above the impoverished in pride, the weakest of your ponies are uneducated and a burden on the community, the middle class is full of different factions, all of which find fault with one another. This is no way for a Monarchy to live, it is mortal and it is weak. I present to you an offer. Grant me full control of your Monarchy willingly, and I shall lead your ponies into an era of love and tolerance, of industry and competence. The strong and mighty will go down from their homes to bring in the weak, to nurture them and to teach them the way to live. The factions of the middle class will come together in under the light of love and unity and other random shit I can make up. Your ponies will find peace with themselves and with each other, the rebellious son will come to an understanding with his overseers, the controlling and the unloving will be taught the value of freedom and the importance of empathy and care. All this, I will bring to your ponies, on the condition that you be my ponies, and I will be your rock. You will serve me with loyalty rivaled by only that of the griffon people, and I shall love you all as a father. Make your decision now, Celestia, for there are many knives in this world, and just as many cruel hands who seek to wield them against us."

Celestia was overcome with awe. In the presence of Tom, all her thoughts were washed away, and her mind was an empty landscape. And yet, his very being in the room was all she could think about. Without a single thought, she placed herself before him, and bowed, her horn barely touching the floor.

"Oh great and magnificant being, I would readily surrender my rule to you, if only I had the authority to do so. However, I alone cannot give this empire to you. My sister, Luna, Princess Cadence, and my student  Twilight Sparkle must all be brought together with me, and we must all agree to surrender to you."

"Then let it be done, that these ponies may have a ruler wise as the cosmos itself."