Stress Relief: Queen Twilight Sparkle

Now that she had fully prettified her new ensamble, all Twilight wanted to do in terms of exploring this world of hers was to stay and isolate herself in her chambers, admiring herself in the large mirror. She glanced herself in the mirror, loving every bit of her new look. She’s really loving the way on how everything just fitted perfectly around her, hugging her gently with warmth. She ran her hand down her corset to her skirt, loving the sensation her delicate fingers took in.

“Bet all the girls back in Crystal Prep are fuming with jealousy right now.” Twilight laughed, thinking of the vast array of divas and tramps she had to suffer to on a daily basis.

She threw her hair up and felt like those diva’s back home, to make sure it was straight before getting closer to the mirror to see if she had a good view of her cleavage that pushed up against her body, to make her breast plump and perky. They looked more admirable to the eye, making even the strongest man hunger for such beauty, and this was only just a teaser. She pushed them up a bit more to see them bunch up against her corset, looking like two juicy oranges shoved together. It made her feel more confident and daring, the encouragement overflowing in her personality.

Twilight never considered her figure in the real world to be that lovely. But here, she noticed just how good looking she was. She felt slim and unique, with an emotional power so strong, that she could have boys spooning on the palm of her hand. To have that much ability in one’s possession, they can truly use this as a key to take over one’s mind, crushing them in their hand at any moment, the ability to destroy them... It felt extraordinary.

Twilight took a few poses to portray her beauty like a supermodel at a photoshoot, making sure her thighs popped outwithin her skirt, puckering her lips and making her best duck face.

“Who’s hot? I’m hot. Who’s sexy? I’m sexy,” she laughed, not believing she was even doing this.

She grabbed onto both ends of her cape and pulled them up into the air, the image of darkness from her black coat giving way to a daring void that would suck anything that came it’s way. As Twilight’s cloak began to flutter behind her, she continued to feel this sense of empowerment and perfection.

She was perfect in mind, but now she was perfect in body.

“Mirror mirror on the wall, who’s the fairest of them all?” she said, giving herself a simple smirk. “You are. Oh! I made a funny!”

As she continued to admire herself, she failed to notice that the doors to her chamber opened as a figure covered in the darkest of armor emerged. A puny individual to many, he seemed weak in the knees. His face was covered by a black mask, and his shoulders were a bit hunched over.

He stood at attention as he looked at Twilight who completely ignored him, deciding her own looks were more imperative than her visitors.

“M-My Queen,” he said, his voice deep yet stammered.

Twilight turned her head his way and narrowed her eyes, wrapping her cloak around herself as if to cover her values from him. “What is it?” she hissed.

“Y-You are wanted in the throne room,” he said, his feet beginning to give in.

Suddenly, Twilight’s mood lightened up. She remembered that there was more to her world than just a room and a closet. A good scientist after all would examine all areas of her virtual world. Otherwise, what’s the point in experimenting?

“Yes, of course,” she said, her voice calming. “Lead the way then… Oh! And bring the mirror!”

“This mirror?” The guard asked, turning to look at the glass.

Twilight groaned, taking one last glance at herself.. “Yes, this mirror. I wish to see myself some more. Oh, and also talk to Spike; I need some company.”

The guard bowed, lifting the mirror from its hilt and began to carry it beside her as they entered the hall.

Spike appeared once again and with haste. “Hey, be careful! This is prime property here!” he yelled, making note of the guard’s mistakes before vanishing once more.

Twilight twirled her cloak and gripped the ends of her skirt as she headed out, making it billow behind her as she made sure she wouldn’t trip. She entered a massive corridor that would be large enough to fit one hundred men at once.

She held her head up high as she made her way down the marble halls, wanting to present herself with someone of authority and high status like a noblewoman and not one of the rabble. She was important, she knew this and everyone else should to. Anyone else who had been giving wrong information about her had to be put in their place.

She’s not one to be reckoned with and she’ll make sure that every single one of her enemies knew this immediately if they got in her way. This showed as example of all her earnings that littered the hall with her prized achievements, from wars and declarations to the simple power hogging of citizens. There’s even a picture of her sitting on a throne with gold and riches laying all around her, showing example of her power.

Such things amazed Twilight, to know that with a powerful iron fist, she was able to make all of this happen, all on her own.

She walked farther down the hall until the little man turned the corner, leading her into a large lobby. The lobby displayed beautifully sparkled marble columns that stood tall, to become the foundation of her home. On the lobby floor was a larger insignia of the star that she last saw on her bedroom closet, having more detail as it shines bright under the skylight. She saw knights of black and silver roam the lobby with different patrons and lawmakers that support the monarch.

She looked in glee, seeing a well developed simulation making her dreams come true, showing everyone coming up with plans on how to better defend the castle, what to do about raising taxes for the poor and lowering rates for the rich that only advocate the queen. It was breathtaking.

Suddenly, she heard one of the patrons call out in her name at the top of their lungs, specifically a woman in white clothing with gold slants.

“ALL HAIL QUEEN TWILIGHT!” she cried, “MASTER OF ALL THE LAND!”

Everyone else looked at her direction and saw Twilight, hastily giving the same praise to her, to honor the powerful queen.

And the queen was greatly impressed.

She gave a wave to her people as she continued to walk, before the small man interrupted her.

“W-we’re here, my Queen,” he said, catching his slip up of the mirror after losing his grip.

Twilight ignored him, deciding to take a look around the lobby instead, admiring the craftsmanship of it all, as well as the patrons who continued to awe at her presence. But what caught her eyes the most was a specific door in the lobby. It was shaded in the deepest purple, her new favorite color. It looked intriguing, giving off a very dark aura that could catch anyone’s attention extremely fast. It was sinister with a keen look of dread and terror. Even the guards who stood near seemed to be shaking in there boots while they protected it.

Curiosity getting the best of her, Twilight walked down the stairs to the bottom level and strolled towards the door to open it, yet when she pulled on the handle, it refused to open for her. She pulled a little harder this time, But it still wouldn’t budge. Her frustration started to grow.

“Why won’t… Guards! Open this door!” Twilight yelled, slamming her foot on the ground to assert her authority.

The guards remained silent, not even moving a single inch.

“I said open it!” Twilight said again, trying to be more authoritative.

Again, they did nothing. However, they finally spoke in unison, in a weak and dark whisper only she can hear.

“Only when the darkness has grown and the Evil Queen has arisen, will the door open.”

Irritated of losing the battle, she sighed. “Ugh! Fine, I’ll be back later!”

In her frustration, Twilight whipped her hair before storming off in a huff, the heels of her boots clanking violently on the ground, echoing through the halls.

“Idiots,” she whispered under her breath, still irritated by their defiance.

“My Queen...”

Twilight turned to where the voice came from. It was another guard approaching her, this one a bit taller and more sleek than the others, yet she had contempt for him immediately. She didn’t have time to deal with all these guards.

“What do you want?” Twilight muttered, getting tired of people walking up to her like she was some commoner.

“The Captain of the Royal Guard is waiting for you in the throne room. Come with me please.”

Twilight wanted to slap him for having such audacity to direct her as such to meet her Captain, yet she was intrigued to see her throne room. So, she let it go… for now.

The guard led Twilight to the staircase, her other guard carrying the mirror behind her as the three of them climbed up the grand staircase up to another mighty pair of doors with the same star insignia as the lobby floor.

Once the guards opened them, Twilight began to marvel at the entire room. Like the others, it was made of pure marble and stone. But what caught her attention the most was the massive throne of pink and gold, standing like a perch on the other end of the room. Massive and imposing, it dominated anyone else who dared looked upon it. It was magnificent, powerful, everything a queen deserved and more, and it was all hers. The sight alone sent shivers down her spine. Not even back home did she have a chair as nice as this.

‘I deserve this,’ she thought. ‘I am the Queen. This is all mine.’

Her excitement overwhelming her, she rushed to the other end of the room and climbed on the steps to her throne without even stepping on her skirt or cape as she took every savoring second to sit down on her throne.

Once she sat on the chair, she felt giddy and cheerful like a little girl getting ice cream. She relished this moment to rub her hands on its rough arms, swinging her legs left to right to release her enjoyment. It gave her chills to know she had this much power, being treated with such admiration to acquire such a piece of her authority. She is a Queen in this throne, she is a Judge on this throne.

She is everything on this throne.

The short guard sat the mirror by her side, being careful as Spike watched him with narrowed eyes. afterwards, he gave a bow before backing away and leaving the throne room.

Once he was gone, Spike turned his attention to Twilight. “So, how does it feel Twi? Pretty big throne and all, huh?”

She took a moment to respond, still being allured to her chair. “It feels… so awesome! I feel so alive.” She giggles, which turns into a hearty laugh.

Spike smirks as if knowing something she doesn’t. “Well, it just seems a bit odd. Never took you for someone who’s into all this castle and crown stuff. Again though, looking good in the cape.”

“Well make sure you get accustomed to it quickly, because it’s not going away anytime soon!” She grabbed her crown and adjusted it just a bit, feeling it wasn’t sitting perfectly.

“So this is your new life, huh? Sit around on a throne and look pretty, flay your cape and crown around… that sorta thing? I mean come on Twilight, you're a genius. You can do a lot more than that.”

Twilight crossed her legs, her dress moving upwards to iron out and not sink between them. “Hmm, I guess you have a point, Spike. I wonder what I should do…” She thought on what she could take a hold of. Surely she could think of something that’ll sate her desires sufficiently, helping create even more unimaginable feats to inspire her.

“Well you gave me records of all rulers. Some conquered countries, others gave to the needy or poor. Oh, that Captain guy wanted to talk to you, so maybe he can help. Remember Twilight, it’s all about what kind of Queen you want be in this world. After all, you made it. It’s all up to you.” And with those final words, Spike vanished again.

Twilight took in his exact words to heart. She’s happy that she’s made it this far. What would be her true rule? As he said already, she’s just sitting here flapping around her cape like a supervillain, but not actually collecting any accolades...

“My Queen.”

Being rudely interrupted of her thoughts, Twilight rolled her eyes and turned her direction to the voice. “What? Can’t you guards get anything done without-”

She paused. Her mouth began to gape as she saw him. This had to be him, her Captain of the Royal Guard. Broad shoulders and standing tall, he didn’t even need a helmet. His blue hair with purple highlights blew majestically in the breeze as he approached her, a long red cape billowing behind him.

Twilight didn’t know what got into her, but something about him made her heart sore. She felt her hands start to shake as he knelt down before her, keeping his head down as he spoke.

“My Queen, some of your citizens have come to plead with you for petitions and favors.”

“Citizens...?” Twilight acted as if the concept was foreign to her.

He answered her, his head still bowed. “Yes, my Lady. They shall be here soon.”

Suddenly, the doors burst open as dozens, if not more than a hundred, peasants and commoners rushed into the room. Chaos made the scene severe of the citizens holding papers with there favors and petitions. A few of them even had chickens. Yet, all were clamping for Twilight’s attention.

And not the type she wanted.

Hearing them barge in, the guards immediately stood at attention to face the crowd. The Captain held up his hands to calm the crowd the best he could, to no avail of course.

Hearing too many demands flying pass her like bullets, Twilight fumed with anger and confusion. People talked over each other to try to explain their problem, but she couldn’t even comprehend what the other is trying to say. All she heard was a cacophony of noise that was getting to her. It was time to stop.

Twilight got up, her cloak spread behind her back as she breathed in and shouted at the top of her lungs.

“SILENCE!” Her voice echoed across the hall like a piercing knife.

The whole room ceased quickly, giving Twilight the opportunity to think. But before she asked, she demanded.

“Guards, push them into a single line out of the throne room. Let’s get this over with.”

The Captain took her order and followed them accordingly, making sure his men understood.

“You heard the Queen! Get to moving!” the Captain barked, moving back as the Royal Guard moved in front of him and pushed the crowd back, their spears and swords in hand just in case.

They were rough and aggressive, pushing them back hard and with authority. The commoners complained of such roughhousing. Some even fell to the floor to where some guards kicked their butts or faces to push them back.

Twilight never expected it, but at the same time, she didn’t care. Why should she? They truly deserved it after barging in like it was their home.

After a few minutes of getting everything prepared for hearing, one of the guards came from behind the door, introducing the first claims.

“Presenting Mr and Mrs… Heigh Bags of the Heighbags horse farm.”

Two peasants - married by the looks of it - came before Twilight and knelt before her, though they looked a bit bruised by the guards’ roughness from earlier.

“Queen Twilight, in the presence of the crown with due respect, we come here today to ask of you in our hour of need. Our farm lacks food for our animals, and we need the animals to work the farm to sell the crops to our hungry townsfolk. We ask you to send aid to our poor farm, so that we may better serve this kingdom.”

Twilight took a moment before answering, taking in their situation. She spoke proper to keep her momentum, holding herself high and wrapping a bit of her cape over her arm for added effect. “And what type of aid do you expect from me?”

“We hope to open some of your food stocks to us, which we will happily repay with our crops of course.” The wife responded.

Twilight thought for a moment before shooting another question. “What is the condition of the farm at the moment?”

“Terrible. I mean, look at us. We are thin and barely able to feed ourselves, and our animals are hungry as well. If they can’t work, they can make crops, meaning we won’t be able to feed ourselves or the village.”

“Hmm, don’t want that…” Twilight thought about her judgment before giving it. This couple needed food and so did their animals to take care of their crops. Looking at them now, they looked disgusting, only wearing rags of what they could muster. Then again, if Twilight opened the food storage for them… actually, she may have an idea.

“Okay… So as a judgement for this situation, you may have a sufficient amount of rations for your animals. You’ll have to pay a ten percent fee, as a first set down payment before gaining them. If it isn’t paid full within five days, your interest rate will be raised higher by five percent.”

Both peasants gulped and nodded in agreement, for they knew they had no choice.

“Thank you my, Queen. Thank you.”

They bowed their heads and retreated.

Twilight seemed quite pleased with herself. “Well, that was rather easy. I think I’ll do another… send the next in.

The guard walked forward again to announce the next claim.

“Presenting Mr. Dumbdum and Mr. Avergraton from the fishing village of Nieve, Madam, to dispute over a large wagon.”

He backed up as they a guard came in with the wagon, the two men following close behind. This should be good.

“I want it!” Mr.Dumbdum said.

“No, I want it!” Mr. Avergraton yelled, “I paid for it. Therefore, I should get it!”

Twilight rubbed her forehead as the yelling continued. This was getting annoying very quickly. “Enough! If he paid for it, then it is his legally! … Seriously, why am I having to deal with this tripe? Next!” Twilight leaned back on her chair, already seeing how this was already irritating her. “ …I hope the rest aren’t like this.”

Sadly, they were. Every one of these ‘requests’ we're just as dumb as the last. Request for a pay raise, or an extra cow, or even some milk from the storage room. Twilight wished she could just isolate herself in her room, to look herself in the mirror or work on a scientific breakthrough, or just play with her cloak some more. Instead, she had to deal with all these idiots... It was starting to become tiresome.

‘I could be playing with my cape than doing this.’

“Are you ok, my Queen?” The Captain asked, noticing her wallowing in vexation.

Twilight was startled before answering, his voice surprising her. “What? Oh! no no, it’s fine… just the usual royal stresses.” She relaxed once again, propping her head against her hand as it stood on the chair arm.

“If you desire, we can end this here and now. It will be easier.”

Twilight shook her head. “Oh, no. I am the Queen; I have responsibilities.”

He chuckled, making Twilight turn her gaze toward him. “You are quite generous my Queen, spending time with the rabble. If I had my way, I would have thrown them all in the dungeon on sight.”

She lightly gasped from hearing such a statement. “Oh, no no no… that’s not what a Queen does.” Twilight said, only half heartedly believing that. “Please let the next be less stupid.”

The guard walked forward once again to announce the next claim.

“Presenting Madam Sugarcoat and Miss Sour Sweet of the Crystal Caverns.”

Twilight immediately felt sour in her heart. Those names… those names are part of her list of hatred. She never liked them because of what they did to her when she was attending... that school. She was subtle and good at hiding under a pretty face with composure, because she felt complete anger towards them in every way.

The two barged in like they owned the place, making Twilight livid. She still kept her composure however, not letting her anger get the best of her. Surely they have something worth interest for her to even be here.

“So you're majesty, I have taken several tests within all universities of the land and have achieved high marks with a grade point average of 4.5.”

“That’s so nice...” Sour Sweet cooed, “... If you didn’t have a 4.505 average compared to my 4.507 average.”

“That was never proven!” Sugarcoat hissed, “So basically what we're asking is, who’s the smartest girl in the land, me or her?”

Twilight looked at them both, befuddled. “What? Wait, are you serious right now?”

“Uh, yeah. We wouldn’t have walked here and get beaten by those guards if we weren’t,” Sugarcoat said, bluntly.

Twilight pinched her forehead to sooth the irritation. It’s so typical of them, just like the real ones. “I’m here to get asked from people who are pleading for assistance everyday, more and more being difficult than the last, having to control my aggressions because they have something that’s reasonable for me to hear… And you want to waste my time to ask just that?”

“Of course not! We wouldn't want to waste the time of a queen.” Sour Sweet cooed only to switch to a stern growl, “But just grant us that assistance you’re talking about, and give us an answer!”

“I mean yeah, you are the queen. Isn’t that what queens do?” Sugarcoat added.

Twilight was finding this very annoying and very quickly. She haven’t met anybody that could get her riled up this fast, and this was only a simulation!

“You know what? I’ll definitely assist you. You want to know who’s the smartest girl in the land?”

“Well duh, that’s why we came here. What kind of queen are you?” Sour Sweet moaned.

“Yeah. Obviously it’s me, but I can’t understand the suspense,” Sugarcoat smirked, looking at Sour Sweet as she prepared for her humiliation.

Twilight slowly got up from her throne, standing with pride as her cape blowed majesty behind her, giving her a demeanor of authority. “I am.” going further with it, she walked slowly down her throne, her boots clacking against the steps to signify her presence.

She swung her coat with jurisdiction, being more aggressive. “I am the smartest one in the land. I handle all of the decisions that give you a place of study. I handle all of the rules to help you keep the track that you’re on.” She reached the bottom, walking closer to them. “I’m the one who conquers out there to make sure you have a home here, away from danger, to be able to do exactly what you are doing here today; being disgusting.”

Twilight stopped in front of them as they looked at her, shaking somewhat in their shoes. They’re trying to keep themselves up, but they struggle. To be rid of such broad disappointment, Twilight decided to chop them down.

“Now that you know the answer to your question… Guards!” She snapped her fingers, having a few guards behind her. “Take these two to a nice place to be… reeducated. Let them learn not to waste my time and to test my abilities.”

The guards obeyed and walked in front of her, grabbing them roughly by the arms. They struggled to get away to no avail as they dragged them off, no longer being in the Queen’s presence.

Flaunting her cape again, Twilight walked up the steps to her throne as Spike once again appeared, raising an eyebrow towards her.

“Vain much?” He asked.

She put her elbow on the armrest and sat her head in her palm. “To make a point? Yes, very. I’m not even feeling remorseful for it.”

“So your saying you enjoyed sending them to the dungeon or ‘reeducation camp’ or whatever horror you probably sent them too?” Spike asked.

“Pretty much. It feels good to have that type of power. They truly deserve what’s going to be dished to them... Coming to ask me, me who’s the smartest girl in the land?” Twilight chuckled silently. “It should’ve been expected.”

Spike seemed unsure. “But what if it wasn’t them? What if it was someone you never knew and had no bias towards? Would you have done the same?”

“For such a stupid question as that? I’ll say it depends. If they come in high and mighty like that and talk to me in any kind of way, it’ll be the same result as earlier. If it was someone who looked honest, I’ll appease them for only I pity them...” Twilight turned to Spike, all seriousness put into her next words. “But, I am the smartest one of all the land, no matter who tries to test me.”

Spike nodded, “Yeah, it’s your world… You made it that way. Here, you can do whatever you want to whoever you want with no consequences.”

Appeased of his answer, Twilight grinned. “Exactly.” She turned back towards the door, awaiting another commoner to arrive with their favor.

“Which technically means you can send anyone to the dungeon, even if your not mad. Heck, you can do it because your happy.”

Twilight thought about what spike said. This was really going into deeper detail of how she could make this work. She truly could do whatever she wanted, even if it didn’t make sense. It didn’t even have to make sense.

To this, Twilight smiled, thinking of what to do with the next claim requester. Should she throw them in the dungeon? Have them exiled? Or maybe even… humiliated? There’s so much that could happen, and without any consequence!

‘This will be fun,’ She thought to herself. ‘But I can’t wait to look at myself and try out more fancy capes later… Ah what the heck, I’m the Queen!’ Twilight spread her cloak once again, just to show off to everyone in the vicinity.

Although she didn’t show it, Twilight was merely laughing to herself internally.

As the hours passed, Twilight became more extreme in her judgments after her incident with her virtual ex-classmates. To move it on quicker when the petition became too long, she would send them to the dungeon. When she felt the question was stupid, to the camps she would have them be. And other times, she’d just have the guards kick them out before they even released a vowel.

It seemed that with each passing second, Twilight became less empathetic and morphed more sadistically. Even some of the guards took notice, for they started grimacing at one another.

“Well, that was fun.” Twilight chuckled, leaning back on her chair now, feeling satisfied after a hard day's work. “Now… I shall retire until dinner. Guards, take the mirror.” To make one final note, she motioned to her commander. “And Captain...”

He turned to her at full attention. “Yes, my Queen?”

“I hope to see you there.”

Twilight got up and headed back to her chambers. She took another glance at the mysterious door one more time as she passed by it, taking it in and thinking on what lied inside before turning around and heading back to her room.