Author's Note

Due to popular demand, here is a bonus chapter depicting the aftermath of Princess Luna's actions. Thanks for the support, and enjoy!

Bonus Chapter: "It is I, your beloved Princess, Princess Luna!"

Three Days Later…

Princess Celestia, back to her former glory and not a trace of sickness left in her body, sat eloquently atop her throne, a warm smile plastered on her muzzle. But, while her demeanor may seem happy and fulfilled, she was curious and confused.

Glancing to the walls of her throne room, her eyes scanned across the enormous, tall towers of boxes of sweets. Whether it’d be eclairs, cakes, cookies, cupcakes or even chocolate-filled croissants, there was hundreds of containers lining the walls, surrounding the throne and main doors. She shot a sympathetic look to the two guards who were covered in cakes, the only thing showing were their heads.

“I apologize, Private Dusk and Private Eclipse. Please, let me help you.” Frowning slightly, her was encompassed by a light yellow color and she levitated the cakes away from her loyal guards. Private Dusk narrowed his eyes at a bit of white frosting on his muzzle, pouting a bit. His companion snickered at his misfortune, while the victim of the cake attack sighed.

Princess Celestia went to place the cakes down before she realize it would stain the floor. With a loud pop, the pastries vanished and she realized that she would have to send an apology letter to Twilight. Although, her student may appreciate the chocolate cupcakes.

She doesn't know where she went wrong. She placed her trust in her sister and she decided it would be humorous to have ponies send her an endless supply of cakes! Well, she can't say that her sweets will run out anytime soon, but she will have to find another place for them… I’m sure Discord won't mind having a few other objects in his disco hot tub.

“Let in the first subject, please.” Princess Celestia muttered, trying not to chance a look at the towers of boxes lying in her throne room. If she is to regain her dignity, she’ll have to strike back against her sister! After all, revenge is best served cold.

A sage green pony with a lively shade of red mane entered slowly, her eyes raising to the top of the ceiling, gulping slightly. Princess Celestia felt the urge to groan, but suppressed her feeling. Even if she had cakes lining her walls, she still had to keep an image up.

“Is there something I can help you with, my little pony?” She gracefully inquired, a warm look on her beaming her face. As much as her smile her rose, she was screaming internally at her sister's antics.

“I-I… Well, Princess… P-Princess S-S-Sunbutt-” The last word was mumbled, but Celestia heard it perfectly fine.

“Excuse me?” The princess found herself saying, her eyebrow involuntarily raising. Just what in the name of Tartarus is going on anymore? She was sick for a few days and now there is multiple towers of various cakes pressing against the ceiling, she's being mocked by her own subjects, and innocent guards are being frosted! On the muzzle!

“I-I… It’s… It’s your sister, P-Princess. She said it’s now mandatory to d-deliver cakes and refer to you as Princess S-S-Sunbutt.” The mare uttered, a look of fear in her eyes as she bowed to the princess. Princess Celestia frowned before standing up and approaching the cowering pony. Taking a hoof, she lifted the pony’s head and put on a small smile.

“It’s quite alright, my little pony. You were just following my sister’s orders,” Her sister’s stupid orders, but her sister's orders nonetheless. “Please, come to Day Court tomorrow. Today's is canceled. You're dismissed.” The mare bowed once more and exited the throne room, leaving a maimed guard, a snickering guard, and one furious Alicorn.

“May I ask why Day Court is cancelled, Your Majesty?” Private Dusk asked, the white frosting still present on top of his muzzle. While his partner tried to be respectful, her shoulders and back shaked as she laughed quietly. Dusk shot a glare towards Eclipse before looking back to the smirking princess.

“Oh, it’s nothing too bad. But, please, fashion yourself a clown nose and Lunar armor.” The princess chuckled slightly to herself as the guards saluted and went to go get the equipment. You brought this upon yourself, Luna, Celestia thought as her cackle echoed through the halls of Canterlot Castle.

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Two Days Later…

Princess Luna sat eloquently atop her throne, a frown on her face as she quietly walked around her throne room, nodding to herself as she took in her surroundings, her frown soon turning to a scowl. Needless to say, she wasn't very amused.

Activating her horn, she levitated a box of cereal to herself, studying the exterior of the box and the design. In big letters was the words ‘Moonbutts’. And below it was a picture of a bowl filled to the brim with small moon shapes. And written crudely on the side of the box with a permanent marker was the word ‘Gotcha’.

The younger sister stared at the unending pillars of cereal boxes, all of them the same exact brand. Whoever left these were even as kind to shape them into architectural wonders, the pillars of boxes shaping into a curve and lining against the ceiling.

Turning her head, she gazed at the rows of gallons of milk, bowls, and spoons. On each gallon of milk was a letter, and was put into a phrase to read. After looking over them numerous times, the letters spelled out, ‘Revenge is a dish best served cold’. Luna groaned and turned to her two guards, who had a red and white Lunar armor on, as well as a puffy red clown nose.

Princess Luna returned to her throne and hummed to herself for quite awhile, her eyes glossy as her hooves convulsed on the armrests. She took a deep breath and exhaled, a smirk finding itself on her face as she stood up.

“Guards! Ready your pies and paper plates,” Princess Luna dropped to a harsh whisper, “We have a prank-war to win.”