It wasn't the best idea to begin a prank war with the Princess of the Sun. A certain baby dragon guessed this fact to be true, but reasoned that there was no turning back now. Spike stood in a rather busy hallway, somewhat petrified with what appeared to be a tray full of delightful caramel apples carried in his claws. A snickering Luna pushed him into the mass of ponies rushing about the royal dining room.
“Just put the plate out,” Luna whispered. “Trust me, this will be great fun.”
“I dunno,” Spike stated, looking at the tray of caramelized surprises in his claws. “Won’t we get in trouble?”
“Certainly not,” Luna chided, finding herself barely able to contain her giggles. “Just put out the plate and walk away. Nopony will suspect you.”
Spike gulped. “Right,” he said, taking a steadying breath and walking from the hallway into the dining room. Server ponies dashed around him busily attempting to set up the dishes, silverware, place cards, and other various goodies for the upcoming dinner. Spike set the tray down on the table in the midst of the chaos and studied the objects on it. Onions, covered in caramel, and stuck with wooden skewers. Luna had insisted on creating some as, apparently, the caramel apples were always the first thing her sister went for. Spike shook his head, laughing slightly at the absurdity of it all and hoping to…Celestia, he supposed, that he wouldn't get banished for this. Then, casually, he walked back to the hall where the Princess of the moon was having a very difficult time controlling her laughter.
“Alright,” Spike said with amusement playing in his voice as he approached the cackling princess. “I've done your dirty work. What’s next?”
Luna was too busy laughing to give a coherent answer, but eventually she managed to gasp out two simple words: “Bubble wrap,” she snickered, entirely failing to compose herself between her gasps for air. She quickly began to trot down the hall. “Come on!” She sang.
Spike gave an amused sigh at his friend and hustled down the long hallway to catch up.
Several hours later the pair stood in Celestia’s bedroom. Spike wrapped the final roll around the only un-bubbled thing left in the room. He placed the cushy, now bubbled, pillow onto the soft, bubbled bedspread, and with a harmony of pops took a step back to admire his handiwork. Several more pops alerted him that his partner in crime who had just finished taping down the wrap on the very top of the bookshelf was now making her way toward Spike.
She smiled contently. “My sister shall rue the day she tampered with me.” The words were victorious and fierce. “Revenge is sweet isn't it Spike?”
Spike gave a small chuckle, “Oh, I guess. Twilight tells me that I shouldn’t get revenge on ponies.”
Luna grinned, "It is a different situation when one has siblings. Revenge among sisters is necessary. Especially between me and Tia. Our pranking feud goes back further then you can imagine."
Spike laughed, “Alright, fair enough. So what’s next?”
Luna gave a downright evil smile, “Oh, I need you to help me write some mail.” She trotted out of the bubble wrap covered room, her hoof-fall making crackling and popping sounds with each step. Spike followed from the room after her, only turning once to examine The Sun Princess’s quarters. The entire room was bathed in half transparent white and accented with duct tape silver. The windows were unusable as the wrap had been plastered to the wall over the windows. The door leading into Celestia’s bathroom had gotten the same treatment. Who would have thought that taking a day off to see a friend would include pranking Celestia? Spike gave a small devious giggle and shut the door. He ran down the hall at high speeds, finally catching up to Luna as she turned the corner to her own bedroom.
“Come,” Luna said as Spike caught up with her. “We have much writing to do.”
A few minutes later Spike found himself at Luna’s desk clutching a quill in his hand.
Luna cleared her throat. “Spike, take a letter.”
“To my dearest subjects at the Faust’s Witnesses Church, I, Princess Celestia, have become increasingly interested in your religion. If it would not trouble you, I would like to ask for a representative of your church to visit me at your earliest convenience to enlighten me on some of the finer points of your dogma and offer information on how I may be able to join. From your curious ruler, Princess Celestia.”
Spike finished the last line then pulled his claw away from the shameful letter. “Is that it?” He asked.
“Oh,” Luna grinned, “not by a long shot. Take another letter."
As this letter drew to a close Spike found his face burning bright red as he wrote down Luna’s words.
“And I would like to hold you in my arms and kiss you for the rest of our immortal lives.” Luna finished, “From your loving admirer, Celestia.”
Spike once again read through the letter, taking utter fear at the words at the top of the page which read 'My dearest Discord' in scarlet red ink. He handed over the letter to Luna who gave a gleeful laugh as she levitated the paper into an envelope and placed it atop her last letter.
“Alright,” she said. “That should be enough for now. I do believe that it’s near dinner time. Let’s take the scenic route and stop at the owlery.”
The two made their way down to the garden, chatting idly as they did. “So,” Luna began happily. “How are you enjoying your stay at the palace?”
“It’s fun,” Spike said with a warm grin. “I don’t normally have any time to pull pranks and stuff. Most of the time I arrange books, make checklists, and run errands for Twi. Not that I don’t like doing all that,” He shrugged. “But it’s just nice to get away and hang out.”
Luna nodded happily. “It was nice of you to come out here; there’s not a single pony around here who would help me with any of these pranks!” She laughed, “I was honestly considering recruiting Discord of all ponies, but he would more than likely take things too far.”
Spike laughed as well, “Agreed. You know, I don’t even want to imagine what would happen if Discord teamed up with Dash and Pinkie. They’re the local pranksters around Ponyville. I’d be a mess."
At this Luna grinned, “That actually sounds like fun. We should all get together and go pranking! None in Equestria would stand a chance against our amazing jokes."
Spike giggled, although truth be told he did feel a little scared at the prospect of Pinkie, Discord, Luna, and Dash together. Nothing good could come of it. But he didn’t have much time to dwell on the frightening possibilities, as the two had found their way to the royal owlery.
The building was a massive dome, shaped with a high arching roof that had a hole on the top where the owls could fly in and out. As the pair entered in they were greeted by a chorus of hooting and several birds swarming around them. Luna got a good look at the selection and picked two owls to do the job of carrying her messages. She tied each letter carefully to the owl’s legs and cast a spell. The owls began to glow with a sunny aura, marking them as official messenger owls from the Princess. Perfect.
Luna gave the owls the addresses and they nodded in understanding before taking off into the cool evening air to deliver the letters. Luna giggled in a dastardly way before turning on her hoof.
“Come on Spike,” Luna said. “Let us go watch our pranks unfold.”
Spike gave a small laugh and followed after the moon princess. He couldn't decide if tonight would be the best thing ever, or a total disaster. Either way, things were shaping up to be one heck of a night.
Author's Note
Woo-hoo! The worst bought of writers block ever has been slain! I'm back to posting my midnight ramblings. Tell me what you think in the comments below. Like and Fave if you thought it was good,offer me your complaints if you thought it was bad. Constructive criticism is not only welcome, but encouraged, and if you haven't already I'd be super happy if you went to check out this story's prequel.
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