The sun rose high over Canterlot’s mountains, piercing through the clouds and sky like a majestic panting. Trees swayed contently in the breeze and Luna couldn’t help but smile at her surroundings as she strolled through the Castle gardens, birds tweeting and singing. All of which, are just adding those quaint little pieces that made the day just that little bit more glorious. Flower buds started to fall and land on Luna’s starry mane as she walked on the gravel path of the gardens, and the swaying grass beside her. The dark violet Alicorn could only smile at the sights she was seeing, she took a long contented breath before making her way back into Canterlot Castle which pierced into the light blue sky.
“Perhaps tis time for me to raise the moon for another night. I should retrieve my laptop and play some TF2. Yes, that would be so divine. I shall play some TF2 before I shower Equestria in my night.” she thought to herself. But she is aware that her sister, who was passionate to say the least, has borrowed her laptop. So Luna went inside the stone castle, inside its marble walls and stained glass windows and went off to seek her sister’s bedroom.
She hummed a little tune which echoed around the castle, tactical plans formed in Luna’s mind of how to best her opponents, “And then, I shall bonk my adversary from behind! Yes, Luna! Beautiful, simply magnificent! So much so, that even my sister would be awed by such great intuition! It shall be our magnum opus.”
She eventually reached a part of the castle with a distinct smell of Lavender and Jasmine. This is definitely, “Her” part of the castle. With a quick inhale and exhale; she opened the door, but her eyes widened at the sight, this is not normal, nor right. She couldn’t believe it, yet it was true. The room was pitch black all except for a sole light of a laptop that must be Luna’s and a towering shadow that was blocking the light. The cold sweat returned to the younger princess,
“Tia?” She inquired, but no response, with bated breath she stepped forward and was close to slipping. She looked down, seeing a letter below her, and her face turned green at the sight of the contents. She would get sick right there and then at the sight, but barely maintained some composure. The letter read:
Dear Princess Celestia; Defender of the Crown and Harmony, Former Holder of the Elements of Kindness, Generosity, and Magic (of Friendship) Princess of the Principality of Equestria, “Molly.”
On behalf of the true heir to the throne; Prince Blueblood, the ponies of Greater Canterlot, and the Radical feminists of Equestria group, we demand that you abdicate your position as Princess of the Principality of Equestria and subsequently advocate your future duties to your future King, Blueblood of the unicorn aristocrats of Canterlot. Furthermore, we demand that you confess to your crimes against decency and confess to your sexual deviancy that in which you have corrupted the innocence of your populous and by extension, fillies of this nation.
Failure to conform to these demands will result in a declaration of war on you. We understand that there is a lot of blood on your hooves already. So you should wish not to disappoint your sister a second time, in times of war. We find it best that you should confer with your future King, Blueblood. You are to negotiate the terms of the future of Equestria to however Blueblood sees fit, and confess that your student that acknowledges and even condones your sexual heresy, Twilight Sparkle and should be equally as condemned as you.
Yours Sincerely, Sapphire Blueblood: Mother of Prince William Blueblood, your future King.
“Oh Tia…” That was all that Luna could muster, before pressure came up from her stomach, with hot tears in her eyes, and she ran towards bathroom, just to the left of her older sister’s room. Luna was doing the best she can to recover herself. But to no avail; as a shell-shocked and depressed Molestia could only hear grunts and gags from her sister next door, after which, a flush was heard.
It was rare that a Blueblood would make her feel this way, let alone, “Him. Yes, Him.” Thought Luna, her vocal cords finally burst into her infamous royal canterlot voice, “THAT DIABOLICAL FIEND! HOW DAREST HE SPEAK OF MY SISTER IN SUCH A MANNER! ‘Future King.’ HOW ARROGANT AND UNCIVIL OF SUCH A PITFUL WASTE OF EXERMENT! Lucky we was cured of the Nightmare, lest if we was not, WE WOULD HAVE BANISHED HIM TO THE MOON OURSELF!” The glass in the mirror and window shattered at Luna’s last part of her rant, much to the concern of the staff below. There knock of a door but it was rather tentative.
“Are you alright, your highness?” asked a rough and disciplined voice, one that belonged to a guard. But even then, there was still a little shaking in his voice. Luna calmed down with her repeated inhales and exhales, before finally blushing and gaining courage to speak to the pale guard. He stood before her shaking a little in his golden armour and sweating.
“Yes, good guard. Your assistance is not required. We thank thee.” Luna said, calming down.
“What did you mean, ‘Future King’, your majesty?” His voiced cracked at the question, it didn’t help that the whimpering came afterwards. Though his eyebrows cocked a look of confusion, his pupils in his eyes were shaking and he could barely hold on to his spear.
“We shall tell thee, at a later time, Guard.” Luna growled, trying to keep in control of herself. “Until then, I need to tend to my sister, tell your fellow soldiers that they are not to disturb me or my sister at this time. Unless, of course it is of dire need that you confer with my sister or me. Until such a time, my last order is that you inform a maid to ready a letter and quill. This is of the upmost importance, Sir Guard. Are we understood?”
There was a pause, and the guard finally composed himself, calmed down and stopped shaking. “Yes, yes your majesty.” The guard said finally before cantering away to inform his work colleagues the news, or just to run from Luna, or both. Luna finally regained her composure, and walked back into Molestia’s dark room; looking at each document and letter, each one filled with loathing of the princess, death threats and demands of her demise. Even to go as far to say they would rather have Discord, Nightmare or even Sombre or Tirek in power, than her loving, passionate, albeit perverted sister.
She ventured further inside and finally managed to place a hoof on Molestia’s weak and slouched shoulder. “They hate me, Luna. They all hate me,” Said a weak voice from the older sister’s mouth breathed of any joy, authority and love that she once had, and all that remains is a sad broken voice.
“We’re sure that only a small minority hate you, Tia. In fact, they’re probably just blind followers of Blueblood or some other extremist group. Ponies here need you, and they love you.” Luna reassured, the best she could do, stroking her shoulder all the while.
“I’m not so sure it’s the minority, sister. Accusations of me being a tyrant, after what I’ve done to you is one thing, mostly because that most ponies know the truth. But this… look.” Luna looked over her grandiose sister’s shoulder Molestia clicked one tab, tumblr, what was once a shared blog, documenting times spent together and their collective time with Derpy, was now nothing more than a soulless blue screen with a white text stating that the tumblr was deleted.
“Did you do this?” asked Luna, tears brimming at the sight of her distraught sister. “No, it was flagged. But that’s not the worst of it.” She clicked a tab, one after the other, some were celebrating that Molestia is “dead” salivating at the chance to “drink brony tears.” Others were still filing hate mail towards her, some through piles of letters in which Luna saw before, they are all scattered around the room.
But there were also some emails from their own populous, whether they were trolls, extremists or they all truly loathe her pinked haired sister. Luna just couldn’t tell from every last email and hate site, and they were many.
Of course, there were a few before, from some that knew of royal princess’s “secret,” but this was new, and Luna had tears streaming down her face, she never felt more powerless, than she did at that moment. She couldn’t even comfort her sister. Finally, Molestia broke down and covered her face with her hooves crying profusely. Luna could only watch, and pat her shoulder, feeling a pain in her stomach again, “I’m here for you, Sister.” Luna whispered in her ear, “Just like you did for me.”
“But did I, Luna?!” Molestia yelled, with a pained expression. “I sent you to the moon, I did… things to my little ponies, oh Mother… I’m a monster!” She cried hysterically again, her shoulders convulsing; Luna could only walk out of that dark room, using her telekinesis to carry her laptop back into the room with her. Upon arriving, she placed the laptop down on the bed, moved over to the desk where lay some ink, paper and a quill. Luna carefully focused on the quill and tried desperately not to let the muffled pained wails of her sister nearby distract her, she needed to write.
Dear Mother,
I understand that you taught me that is proper for me to use the royal “we” and address your receiver formally and with dignity. But regrettably, I can’t do it this time. It’s Tia, Mother, she needs you, us, and I couldn’t do anything. It breaks my heart even now, to hear my sister’s heart break. It sounds all too familiar to me. She feels like she’s hated. While I liked to think that is simply not the case, even I am starting to have doubts. She has so many hate messages, and it’s horrible to think that loving Tia is loathed so much. But alas, even “Nephew” Blueblood managed to use my Sister for political gain and seeks to take the throne from her, disgracing us and even Twilight in the process. I beg of you, Mother. Help. Please. She needs you, and so do I.
Luna.
Luna wrapped the paper into a scroll with a violet ribbon with a white half-moon, glittered with stars and with a blast of focused magic it disappears. With after a few short moments, another one appears in its place. This time wrapped in a gold ribbon, and a royal mark of a certain cutie mark, a quill dipped into a pot of ink. Luna unravelled it slowly, breathing in a slow controlled pace, trying not to cry, but was failing miserably.
Luna,
It is no secret (to us anyway,) that your sister and I have a turbulent relationship. But nevertheless, she’s my daughter, and nobody threatens my daughters in such a way. Not even “Prince” Blueblood. While I’m sure you’re also aware that many claims of hatred of “Molly” are false, what with the phrase “Don’t feed the troll,” As I’m also sure she is aware of that.
But I understand your plight, given that some of the letters and emails of loathing are real. I understand that you’re concerned for her well-being and you fear that she’s more hated than loved, let me assure you, since I have a close connections both with Equestria and the human world that she is indeed, more loved than hated. If she seeks proof, as you seek proof, I’m more than happy than to give you a mountain of scrolls supporting me in that claim. On regards to Blueblood, rest assured, he will be dealt with, the actions he’s committed may be considered blackmail and treason! As for “Molly” herself, I think it’s about time she and I reconciled, and have that long talk I mentioned to you a couple of hearts and hooves days ago. Stay close to your sister, she needs you, Luna. I’m coming.
Your mother, always,
Lauren Fausticorn.
A few days passed, but other than the brief encounters between the two sisters; there were only the changing shifts from night to day and their respective meals together in a large dining hall with all of the staff, anxiously watching every time. But nothing really happened.
Just a brief hello, a couple of hours of focusing on food without any conversion and a simple goodbye afterwards, in spite of Luna’s attempts to alleviate her sister of any pain. During the rest of the day, the pinked haired princess would go out on long walks in the private maze, or a content forest just nearby Canterlot, much tamer than the reputation that the Everfree Forest usually gets.
But Luna still remained concerned, she observed her sister’s slouching posture and her grave increased intake of ice cream, much to the dismay and stress of Luna. She would pray nightly before her shift that her mother would come that day, to heal the wounds on the heart of the loving, deviant princess. But she never came. Luna slowly began to wonder if it’s something she had to do herself. One night she finally concluded that Luna herself would be the one to solve this gargantuan problem.
When morning came, she woke herself up earliest as she possibly could. But unfortunately it wasn’t that early, the sun was nearly at its highpoint. Luna walked herself over to the throne room where she knew ‘Molestia’ would be; she took her time, closed her eyes, inhaling and exhaling, focusing on the job before her and steeled herself.
She tentatively walked through the large golden door and there sat the pink Celestia, her shoulders slumped and bags under her eyes. “My sister wasn’t even sleeping”, thought Luna, astonishingly she hasn’t seen her sister’s eyes so dull and lacking light since the day Luna herself, returned from the moon. She walked straight forward to her older sister knowing full well that a talk needs to be established today, before any further damage was done. “Sister.” Called Luna, eyes focused solely on her. “We need to talk. Now.” Luna said with a stern voice.
But before any more words could be spoken, a loud banging started to echo around the halls of the castle, with war cries and swords being unsheathed, Luna could swear it sounded like an angry mob, crying for the deposing of her beloved sister, “of course!” She thought, “It had to be Blueblood!” She started to sweat profusely, this is her fight of flight moment; but she knew almost full well, that she would rather have Blueblood’s head on a stick, rather than her sister having one solidary scratch.
The Castle doors were broken down emphatically, and hearing the roars and clashing of swords getting closer and closer towards the golden doors. Luna knowing without doubt, that a trail of blood leaves in the wake of Blueblood’s rebel army. She quickly cantered over to a nearby stone wall with a sword hanging aloft, and quickly picked it up with her magic. The pinked haired Celestia would only watch solemnly, giving not hint of reaction. There was only a faraway look in her eyes.
Luna growled and unsheathed her sword and spun round, teeth gritting and blood boiling, composing her wrath on the coming army battering down the door with each mighty crash. “None shall come and harm thee, Sister!”
Luna called to a forlorn Celestia, hoping for some kind of the old tinkle that she used to have.
“They can’t kill me, but let them try to harm me.” Luna turned to her sister on the throne and eyes could only widen, these are the first words that her older sister said in so long. But tears were still falling from the once great Alicorn princess’s face.
“History has fashioned great new nations out of the blood of old. And I am old, Luna. While I refuse to die willingly, they have every right, to try and kill me. How could you stand to be hated so much, Luna? I couldn’t.”
There was a long pause between the two, the castle seem to shake around them, and the door started to show some damage, cracks showing and all. It would only be a matter of time before Blueblood’s army breaks through.
“I never did. Why did you think I defied you all those years ago? I wanted to be loved, like you, “Molly.” Celestia looked close into the blue eyes of the night princess that is her younger sister.
The golden door finally battered down, Luna quickly turned again and put herself between the army and the large pink haired princess. “Sexual deviant!” yelled a high pitched, royal voice, which came from the blond haired unicorn, dawned with armour as with the rest of his army, all incrusted with his cutie mark of a compass. “I, Prince Blueblood, must iterate that you; “Molly”, fiend that plights the innocence of our nation and our children, must remove yourself from my throne, and advocate the nation of Equestria to a worthy leader! Not some depraved pervert who only seeks to pleasure herself!”
Luna rose up, her snout blaring with exhaled breath and her face screwed in rage, “Blueblood, if thou doth wish to take the crown of my beloved sister, then you shalt require the blood of both sisters on this day!” with that she snarled and pointed her sword at the white unicorn.
Blueblood gave the two princesses a cold smirk, and a collective taunting laugh came from the aggressive group. Each one mare and colt was bashing their bloodied swords to their shields, some giving toothy grins, or otherwise just large grins showing white teeth. “That could so easily be arranged, Nightmare Moon.” Luna scowled at the remark, looking at Blueblood with cold eyes.
“You would do well to leave Canterlot alive, with such cruel, heinous words, and offences. That is high treason! After this day, you would wish you would be hanging from a tree, instead of what I would do to you!” Luna started to rush at Blueblood and his insubordinate band of rebels, who were salivating at the idea of the blood of the sisters being spilled all over the throne room, once spotless and full of jewels everywhere, now covered in dust.
Just before Luna could raise her sword in attack, a voice interrupted her. “That won’t be necessary, my dear daughter.” echoed an authoritative and respectful voice. This stopped the actions of everyone in the room, and everyone could only look up and stare at a grandiose shadowy figure at the golden marble doorway. Luna was out of breath, and bowed immediately after.
Her mind was processing the situation frantically she could only utter one thing, almost a whispering tone. “Mother.”
“You think that would be enough to stop me?!” yelled an arrogant Blueblood, his smirk never leaving his face, just grinning.
“Incompetent fool! Bow!” Luna, went around the stunned crowd, behind Blueblood and started pressing her weight on his back, and fighting her temptation to choke him out. “Show my mother respect, “Nephew.” The arrival of the white creamy, intimidating figure even got Molestia’s attention.
Before her was a figure with simple crimson hair and spectacular blue eyes. Yes, it’s was her mother.
Normally, The pink haired princess would run away, disperse, out into the summer afternoon. But she couldn’t move, the only movement she can do, was blink. Fausticorn gave Molestia a small smile, nodding. “Daughter of mine, I believe you may need some help.”
Sweating profusely Molly could only stammer. “S-S-So L-Luna has been telling me.” That got a small laugh from the mother. Her attention quickly turned to the angry mob, who were snarling and spitting at Molestia while the mother Alicorn wasn’t looking.
Fausticorn simply gave a look and with a stern “Kneel” they all obeyed, Blueblood scoffed at the gesture.
“Cowards.” Blueblood muttered, rolling his eyes at the display as each lowered their front legs and bowed to the red haired Alicorn.
“No Son, they are wise to respect me. They know that if I wanted to, I could erase them from existence. And you, don’t seem to have learnt that respect. I am very disappointed.” She snarled and bent down to Blueblood’s, cold, shivering eyes. “I heard what you tried to do with the true heir of Equestria. Where are the pictures and documents, Blueblood? Now.” Hastily, a green haired, yellow mare rummaged through her bag, with those sounds, Fausticorn rose up and watched the mare and pulled out the documents and papers of Twilight’s actions and raunchy antics with Trixie.
Fausticorn looked towards the shivering figure of the yellow mare, and said “Child, You need not make a name for yourself this way. Debased actions are committed daily, correct. But this is still inexcusable. You blackmailing your princess and your future princess in that way is simply unacceptable.”
The orange eyes shot up and she stammered “F-Future princess?”
“It’s none of your concern, young one. In time, you will adjust, and Twilight would make a great leader someday. Blueblood was simply misguided, and you, are capable of great things. It’s just that this, is not the way to achieve such things. Understand?” The yellow mare solemnly nodded.
“You won’t be punished. You do have some sense, perhaps you would be saved yet. But know that I will come for you if you say a word about what has happened here. I’m sure a mare such as yourself would understand, being civil is important of course.”
She nodded feverishly and trotted out of the room, her group following her. “Oh and subjects?” They all turned to mother of Alicorns inquisitively. “Know that I support you in your endeavours, and I shall assist you in any way possible, within reason. Now go.” And with that; they dispersed, leaving behind only the clanging of dropped weapons. And in the throne room, was Molly, bugged eyed, and an enraged Luna pressing down on a moaning Blueblood.
“Get off me, foul creature!” yelled the moaning blueblood, shifting and struggling to get away from Luna.
“Thou art more vile and deprived than we would ever be!” hissed the princess of the Night.
Fausticorn moved over to the two and lightly pushed Luna off Blueblood. “Leave her be, Luna.”
“But Mother! He was committing a revolution! He was trying to-“ Fausticorn quickly placed a hoof on Luna’s snout and hushed her gracefully, trying to calm her.
“I know Luna, I was there. With that she gave a small smile and a peck on Luna’s cheek. “Thank you for the letter, and one thing you might as well learn now, is how to handle things diplomatically.” With a strong tug of vanilla coloured magic, she pulled a pale Blueblood up to her face.
“Now let me make myself perfectly clear. I brought you into this world, and I could just as easily cleanse the world of you. So, threaten my daughters, or Twilight again, and I’ll give you a taste, of what that would be like for you. Now, I do believe we are at an understanding are we not? You drop the charges, stop the threats and leave the ponies be.”
Blueblood’s voice was raspy and dry, he was trying to say something, but could only achieve incomprehensible mummers. “And another thing, You lay off Luna, understand? She is worth every stellar star system she created. I thought I raised you better, and you, are, at this moment in time, merely dirt. Understand?”
Blueblood nodded slowly, grumbling and giving the crimson haired Alicorn a dirty look. With that Fausticorn opened the throne door with her magic and threw Blueblood out that door. “You are excused, Blueblood. And Luna?” Luna quickly bowed and said with an aura of dignity.
“Yes mother?” Luna answered, blushing.
“Could you please leave us? I need to have a talk with your sister.” Luna contemplated protesting for a moment, but sighed in defeat. She walked over to the throne doorway. But as she was leaving she heard the voice of her mother say “Know that every word I said about you, was true. Nightmare moon means nothing to me, you mean everything, to me.” Molestia only surveyed the scenes, her face scrunched and her eyes squinted, did Luna just smile just then?
“M-Mother.” The pink haired princess stammered, at a loss for words.
“Celestia.”
“Um… around here, they call me ‘Molly’, Molestia for short?” The mother Alicorn walked over to Luna’s vacant throne and gave Molly a confused look.
“Why call yourself that?” Molly gave a sad chuckle at the question, looking at the floor. “It was only in good humour. But… there was an element of truth around it.”
“So I saw.” A chill ran down Molly’s spine at the words.
“You… You knew?!” Molly grew pale and started shaking. Fausticorn looked over from the corner of her eye and gave Molly a quick hug.
Fausticorn pulled a tray of tea and cups over from the other side of the throne room and placed it beside her, pouring some tea and drinking from it.
“It wasn’t like you were subtle. But it’s nice to see there are some lines not even you would cross.” Molly sighed; taking the tea offered to her and just placed it on the marble floor
“It didn’t stop my little ponies from hating me, trying to usurp me and have Blueblood take my place.” Molly glumly said.
“Sadly, daughter, that will become commonplace. But nevertheless, we need to have a talk.” Molly could only grunt in agreement, not even having enough energy to even agree properly, bags under her eyes, and her fur was dull, far removed from the Molestia that Equestria got to know.
“Let me show you something, ‘Molly’, and I’m sure this plain of existence may be familiar to you.” With that the Mother Alicorn closed her eyes for a moment, focusing, before a door appeared before them, and behind it, was a heavenly glow. Fausticorn took the hoof of Molly and lead her through the door and low and behold, was the same plain of existence that Twilight became an Alicorn in, a multitudes of blue and green everywhere.
All around them was some screens, all of them blank, and with a cheeky grin at Molly, Fausticorn started to sang. “You’ve come such a long, long way, and I watched you from that very first day.”
“Mom! You’re embarrassing me!” She said as her fur turned a bright pink and hid her face behind her grand wings. This was met with a motherly laugh, looking back at a flustered Molly. She moved close to her and moved her wings away from her face.
“Sorry, I can’t help it, You, well, all versions of you always had such a nice singing voice.” Came the giddy voice of Fausticorn,
“Mother.” The Pink haired princess moaned.
“You were so graceful and beautiful on that day.”
“Mother.” The daughter's embrassement only growing, and starting to have a crimson tint on her coat.
“Kind of reminds me of how I did with you, do you remember? And the singing, such a nice touch, wish I thought of that. Maybe you should do that with your Twilight too.”
“Mother!” blurted Molly, taking a couple of breaths before asking, “Why am I here?”
“As princess of Equestria, or here?” Molly paused and looked at the tv static on each screen as they turned on, all with a quiet white noise.
“Well… both actually.” Both Alicorns sat on their haunches and looked at one another, both knowing full well, there’s no turning back now. With a breath, composing herself, Fausticorn started to speak.
“You’re here in this place, to be reminded of what you have forgotten, my dear, loving daughter.” The mother said that with a smile and a nuzzle as she continued speaking. “I know what it’s like to be… unappreciated, some ponies forget that things could be a lot worse. Look around you, right now. Go on, take a peek, I always do while I’m here. Fausticorn said with a giggle, giving Molly space to observe, and to her amazement, each screen was showing her.
But each one different, one was showing a rainbow haired Celestia putting an electric buzzer on Luna’s empty throne, before hiding behind a plant to watch Luna sit on it and shock herself, all of it being met with the expected, moaning “Tiiiiia!” Molly couldn’t help but smirk and laugh a little at that. Another, was a human Celestia, with piles of paperwork on her desk, both her and her sister watching a show on their HD television.
But as Molly looked closer, something looked very familiar about what they were watching. “Sis?” asked a skinny Luna, looking over to her boss and sister.
“Mmm?” The principal looked up from her work and gave Luna an inquisitive look.
“Do you think that maybe there’s another universe with us in it? And that we’re not even at a school, but ruling an entire country?” Luna's eyes were almost childish, but it was obvious that some thought has been put into that hypothetical situation.
“One could only imagine the stress” Celestia deadpanned, but quickly grinning at Luna “But I suppose that this isn’t bad.”
“Tia?” asked Luna, completely engrossed in the program about multi coloured equines,
“Would you ever banish me to the moon?” This was met with a small pause, the principal putting her hand to her chin, stroking.
“The thought has crossed my mind.” She said, sticking her tongue out.
“Tiiia!” the two eventually started play fighting, laughing all the way.
“Nice scene isn’t it? I always liked those two.” Fausticorn nuzzled her daughter closely “Take a look at this one.” She led Molly quickly into another screen and Fausticorn could only stifle her laughter.
Molly looked through, and there was two men sitting on the couch, both of them wearing casual clothing, one with a Steelers shirt, the other with a plain white T-Shirt.
Both of them watching on a 40 inch screen, yet another show about ponies, Molly looked again. No, it’s the same one! The Mother Alicorn leaned her face in alongside Molly,
“These are what are called ‘Bronies’. They are grown men who watch well… you… in a way.”
“Why would anyone want to watch us?” inquired Molly, her eyebrow raising.
“Have you even seen the stuff I’ve written for you? Oh you should, it’s really good.” Fausticorn coughed and rubbed her long neck nervously. “That is, if I do say so myself. Anyway, listen.”
“Hey, Jack?” asked the man in the Steelers shirt. This was met with a grunt of acknowledgment, watching Pinkie Pie and her fourth wall breaking antics, trying to get through to Twilight about her books. “Do you miss Molly?” asked the yellow Steelers shirt man.
“Andy, Dude, she’s a fictional character.” Andy deadpanned, eyes still firmly on the television.
“I know, but… she was funny, you know? Shame it had to go the way it did.”
“What’s gotten up your-?” said Jack, smirking.
“Nothing, nothing.” said Andy, brushing it off quickly as he could, before he was attacked by Jack’s kisses,
“Back off.” Andy chuckled, pushing him away.
“Look man, I get it, I would kind of have a crush too.” Teased Andy,
“Like hell I do! Besides, it’s not like she’s listening.”
“Okay, what if she was, what would you say?”
"Oh come on, man.” Andy moaned and shoved Jack back a little.
“No, man, dead serious now. I won’t call it gay or anything.” Jack said, holding his hands up.
“You pinkie swear?” Andy asked, ruffling his hair.
“I wouldn’t go that far.” This was both met with laughter.
“Okay, for real? I would tell her that she’s funny, cheeky, kind, has good taste, everything a female character should be.”
“A tease?” Andy smirked, chucking at the look Jack gave him.
“No! I’m saying… she had the gaol to be herself. I don’t think I would be that brave. Maybe it was down to the good drawing, good writing, I don’t know… but she always seemed…”
“Sexy?”
“In her own way…yeah. Even perverts need love now and again, right?” Andy stated, punching Jack's arm lightly and laughing.
“Ain’t that the truth.” Exclaimed Jack before the two clinked their beers together, laughing away with Pinkie, and the situations with Rarity and Applejack.
Molly could only look on and blush, her face covered in wings, and could only look through her feathers, is it true? No, it couldn’t be.
Molly thought to herself, Even with all the things I said and done-“ Her train of thought was interrupted by her Mother, hugging her tight and squeezing her every internal organ with the hug.
“Aww, you see, Molly? They love you!” The mother alicorn gushed, holding her daughter close to her cream coat.
“M-Mother! C-Can’t breathe!” Fausticorn dropped her daughter quickly and met this with an awkward laughter. “Sorry.”
“Anyway, Daughter of mine.” She teased, smiling.
“Mother." Molly said, deadpanning.
“Oh, come on, I’m not that bad am I?” Molly could only smile at Fausticorn and pecks her cheek.
“Well, I only got my sexy looks from you, didn’t I?” Molly smirked and the two held each other in a hug, laughing quietly at the joke.
“I think just one more, before I show you why you’re really here.” Fausticorn said, almost wistfully.
The two came to another screen, but it wasn’t like the others, when it was animated, at least it somewhat looked like Equestria, there was only one live action screen and that was the brony one, but there, looked different. A bunch of game posters all over the wall, each shelf riddled with anime characters and there sat two men, one ginger, one black haired, playing Resident Evil 4.
“Um… Pat?” The black haired one asked with a sense of unease.
“What is it now?” inquired a disgruntled ginger haired man, apparently his name is Pat.
“I don’t know, it’s just… don’t you feel like we’re being watched?” Matt asked, scratching his head, before zombies started attacking him from every which way, all of which was masterfully dodged from one press of a button to another.
“That’s the stupidest fucking thing I ever heard, of course not!”
“No, no, that’s not all of it. Do you feel sometimes you’re watched by ponies?” Matt squirmed and there was beads of sweat on his face.
“Okay, I think you need some crazy pills or something, Matt.” Pat could only raise his eyebrow in scepticism, and rolled his eyes after taking a brief look at Matt's face.
“No! I’m dead serious, I mean, just now. I can’t possibly tell you why.” Matt said, only feeling more uncomfortable as time went on.
“Because you’re an idiot?” Patt asked, almost laughing at what he was seeing.
“Oh haha, great. You had your fun, fine. But dude, don’t you just… feel it?” Matt said, focusing on the game for the most part, but his beady cartoon eyes were shifty
Molly couldn’t hold back anymore, stifling with laughter. “Hello, oh, what’s that game you’re playing, my loyal and sexy subjects?”
“Resident Evil 4.” Matt automatically replied, before realising what the voice was, and the two jumped and shivered a bit.
“Um… Pat? You didn’t change the message for the phone did you?” Matt asked, shivering.
“N-No?” squeaked Pat, climbing the octaves somewhat. Matt paused the game and looked over to Pat, his brow sweating a bit.
“Then… did you managed to get hold of Nicole Oliver and encourage her to prank us?” Matt asked again, growing pale.
“No! I wouldn’t do that! Pat exclaimed. You might, because this has got you all over it. Anyway, I haven’t even been to a convention recently, so how would I get a hold of her?!”
“I don’t know, man! You just… might.” The two shrugged at each other, at a loss of what's happening to them.
Molly giggled again, loving the little trick she’s doing. “Oh no, boys. I’m all real. No voice actress here.” She gave a sexy kissing sound to them. “Thanks for giving my little ponies love.” She said in a husky voice before leaving them with a final giggle.
“So… Pat… too many ponies?” Matt unpaused the game, both of them sweating and pale.
“Eeyup.” Pat replied, wiping his brow and was trying to process what just happened.
“Should we stop?" Matt asked.
“Not a chance.” Pat simply stated.
“Agreed, let’s never speak of this.” Matt contined on with the game, trying to forget what just transpired.
“Ennope.” Matt just nodded, also trying to forget that surreal and awkward experience.
“So, um…” Matt started awkwardly, desperately trying to change the subject. “When should we do the next mailbag?”
The large cream coloured pony pulled in daughter, smiling and pecking her forehead. “Okay, that’s enough now. We should get serious for a little bit.”
“Oh… yeah.” Molestia frowned, and looked down at the floor. “You must be ashamed of me.” Fausticorn led Molly down the hallway, finally reaching the end of it.
“Not exactly, no. Actually, I’m very proud of you.” The Mother Alicorn led the Pinked haired Celestia to one last television screen. “Take one last look.”
Molestia’s pink eyes peered through the screen once more, and there she was, a pony looking just like her, multi-coloured hair and all. Graceful, dignified, her eyes closed and smiling, her breaths soft and there was a regal feel to this version of her, next to her, Luna, just as regal, maybe more so, it was rather uncanny and Molestia had to take a moment to let it sink in, what she was seeing. Fausticorn drew herself in and whispered in her daughter’s ear.
“That’s the ‘real deal’ as it were, Tia, meet Tia, the canon version, along with her sister, Luna. But not as you know her. Poor girl has never even heard of Nintendo there, who knows? I might change that, although that may lead to legal issues.” Fausticorn chuckled to herself, but slowly, she stopped, and watched Molestia observe the everyday life of her canon counterpart. “Molly?”
“She’s… perfect. Everypony loves her. She’s kind, loving, decent, treats her sister better than I ever did with mine.” She took a long, depressed sigh. “It makes me wonder if I’m ever needed, other than the whole cosmic balance thing. You must be proud of her, Mother. She’s everything I’m not.”
Fausticorn drew Molly into another hug, moving her away from the screen. “I wouldn’t say that. Yes, I’m proud of her, and her sister. They have both done so very much. And there will be many challenges ahead of them. And the elements, I’m proud of them too. But I’m also, proud of you, my Daughter. You’re just as good as your canon self. You’re kind, forgiving, stern when you need to be. But you also have a mind and heart of your own.”
“But Mother! The things I’ve done-” Molly exclaimed.
“Are nothing more than jokes at best, at “worst” maybe you go a step too far, but nothing too serious. Would you ever um… in lack of a better word…” Fausticorn shifted a little, sweating.
“Fornicate with somepony… against his or her will?” Molly’s face darkened, and there was a fire in her eyes. “Never, Mother. I would never do that to any of my little ponies.” Fausticorn kept her smile at Molly, never flinching
“Exactly, You would never do such a thing. At worst, you might play around with them. Molly’s dark look, pierced through her mother’s eyes.
“If I could, I would make them feel good, Mother. I would never make them suffer in any way because of me.”
“And you never will, Daughter. Trust me, we love you. I love you. Exactly as you are, and I don’t care whoever disapproves of me for it.” Molly’s eyes started to brim with tears, her face shifting, now that of a venerable mare.
“Y-You’re lying.” Molly said, tears brimming in her eyes.
Fausticorn brought her hoof to Molly’s lips. “Luna told me about your dreams, especially one where you’re this whale- anyway, however you see yourself, is not true. You’re beautiful, Molly. Nothing less, than a Goddess’s daughter, you’re a grand leader, a wonderful sister, and no matter which version of ‘Celestia’ you are, in my mind and heart Celestia is Celestia.”
Fausticorn brought Molly nuzzle to nuzzle and kissed the tears away, smiling and nuzzling her. “And you, are best pony.” There was a melodic laughter from Molly, just like her old self. “Thank you, Mother, that’s just what I needed.”
The two shared a loving nuzzle together before Fausticorn looked up at the screen, and saw that Celestia was watching the scene. “I know you did, daughter. Turn around for a sec, I think she’s watching you.” She said with a small giggle.
And there was a white Alicorn, with rainbow hair holding up a box of tissues with her magic and sharing the tissues with Luna, both of them crying. “That was beautiful, Mother. May… May we say something to her, Luna and I?” Fausticorn could only smile, and peck Molly’s cheek.
“You may, Celestia first.” Fausticorn said, nodding her approval.
“You are one sexy me.” That moment got a laugh shared between the two and Fausticorn, Luna, the only one that wasn’t laughing.
We don’t exactly find that funny. But we suppose the sentiment is there.” The Moon princess took a breath and said right to the screen, her eyes shone like galaxies. “Your sister must love you so much, to help you like this. From what I hear, you do sound unorthodox, yes. But you sound just as kind as my sister. So you can have the same love as I give to Tia, Sister.” Luna wiped away the last of the tears, and placed the box back down between her and her sister. “Just promise us that you would thank your version of us tomorrow.”
Molly could only reply through happy tears “I will, first chance I get.”
“Looks like we’re done here.” The Mother Alicorn smiled, materializing the door again, and walked straight through. “You coming, Tia?” she inquired, looking back.
“Just a sec.” She then started to speak in a breathy tone, like she used to. You two are the sexiest ponies I’ve ever seen. Your Equestria is lucky to have such royal plots like yours. Mmm I’ll dream of you tonight. Until we meet again.”
The pink haired Alicorn gave one, last departing kiss to the screen, long and loving, leaving both princesses blushing. Molly would only giggle, before following her mother back through the door, whatever shadows and weight that was once on her, completely gone.
End
