Tantabirus

by IronHoofes

Rating: everyone
Tags: Comedy, Random
Length: 1194

After it's near escape The Tantibus is given an actual personality and a less destructive goal. It records what follows in the text here after.

What happens when you let the Tantabus our after giving it a new attitude? Well it goes and has some fun by messing with ponies dreams.

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2015-08-20 20:30:32 UTC

Midnight of Laughter

The swirling royal purple and off white colors made my presence easily noticeable. Being a black spot on this white surface was my greatest pride. I was unique and could be seen by any. Afore me lay the blue coated Moon Princess. She was peaceful now but what of tomorrow? The pain of a thousand nights can not be forgotten no matter what I do. Oh, who am I you ask? Well I am what remains of The Tantabus. After the Moon Princess allowed us to go out for a short play day with the rest of the sleeping world she decided that I was just too much for her. I think she might just be too little but it's her loss, not mine. Any whom, I choose not to ramble on about my former life which is of no consequence now that the Princess has trimmed me down to what she considers a more manageable size and helped give us a different purpose. I am to serve has court Jester for the Mind court of her most Illustrious Majesty, Princess Luna of Equestrian. But for whom should I jest has the princess is asleep?  Perhaps I can use the Princesses power to connect with some of her loyal peons. In particular the six she was fond enough of to dream about every single night for nearly a year now. It was kind of creepy to think about it but hey it was her dream.

I can feel my consciousness expanding. I can feel all those little hopeful dreams. I can almost hear them past these closed doors. Now all I need to do is find the right one. Escaping Luna's mind was a piece of cake. You turned on 'hippie' vision and she went inactive faster than Celestia could eat a twelve layer chocolate coated fudge and mocha cake. Personally I find 'hippie' vision to be rather plain and ordinary when compared to the real world. Reality is so vivid and clear compared to the dull and fuzzy dream scapes that most minds create for themselves. I can hear almost nothing from behind the first door I listen at. The door itself is like the average door except that it is painted royal purple and has chains across it with a note attached. I quickly pull the not off and read, "Danger greedy Laggard with in. Do not interact with directly. Summon pail of water immediately." Luna does have a tendency to leave notes like this for herself despite having a great memory and a tendency to ignore instructions. Thinking of what I know about those six ponies I'm certain that this door belongs to the white unicorn that must always have her mane a certain way. Come to think of it she is just has picky has Princess Platinum with her whiny, "Oh, I can't let my cape get wet or else we'll have to go back to the castle to get one of my other capes." I quickly shift the chains and step inside the dream scape.

The edges of this dream are completely made of cushions! There are couch cushions, mattresses, pillows, and many more that I cannot name. The main area of this dream contains mounds of pillows and cushions has high as small mountains. Looking around I can see one cushion mountain that is significantly taller than the others. "If there is any place in this cushy world she'll be, there it is," I say aloud. Taking a couple steps forward, I see well over a hundred furry little mice run across my way towards another cushion pile. Most strange for such a person unless this is a nightmare at which point I have to wonder about this mare's mental health. I continue walking forward when suddenly I feel something sharp upon my back. The surprise of this caused me to roll over and dislodge the sharp objects rather forcefully. I continue to roll until I have gotten a fair distance from my assailant. Rising to my semi-gaseous hooves I can easily see my white and pudgy assailant. It is the cat of the white Unicorn, Opeel-something, if I am not mistaken. Such an obnoxious creature, Luna complained often to her sister of how cats and dogs always seem to interrupt her most masterfully crafted dreams. The little beast rises from where I knocked it off and begins to circle me, watching for it's opportunity to strike. I circle it has well waiting for it to make it's move. It's eyes glowed yellow has the rest of the dream scape darkened and faded from our combined vision. It's mastery over the mind was rather impressive for such a simple creature. This creatures face gave away no emotion but I could feel it's displeasure and perhaps a touch of concern that I would be it's match. For an eternity we circle each other, back and forth do we travel, until I see it's muscles tense at which point I use my secret weapon. Has it leaps for me claws extended I pull forth an image of the white unicorn to use has my disguise. The cat lands upon my flank and instead of using it's claws to tear into my side it climbs up my back. Curling in the small of my back it begins to purr and vibrate like that new-fangled electric blanket that Luna has been using recently. Looking at the cute little ball of misery and sleepless nights I have an idea. A terrible, no good and likely to get me into a lot of trouble idea. But this opportunity is to good to pass up on.

Exiting from the dream scape I walk down this hall of doors looking between them trying to guess which ones belong to those no good harmony bearers. Passing by one door I notice that it has white paint and bears three blue diamonds. I proceed to the door and push it open to discover the white unicorn lying in the center of an grey space. Such a bland dream scape for one who had to have everything such a specific way. I drew upon all of my mental power and proceeded to modify the dream scape so that it is full of cushions and cats of all sorts. I manage to create at least 10 cats each with a different action that it does after shifting it's position. All of these cats look like Opeel but are slightly different, some are pudgier and others longer. They begin their purring, howling, scratching, gagging and so forth at my signal. The signal being of course the sound of a gong from next to the white mare. She leaps to her feet and shouts, "Of course the blue buttons are in the box! What do... Sweet Celestia what is this catastrophe?"

She looks around and spots me almost instantly. The look of surprise on her face is just too much for me has my laughter bursts forth. It is at this point that she picks up a pillow and flings it at me missing by only a couple inches.