Supreme Commander's Anthology

by Ponyess

Rating: everyone
Tags: Random, Derpy Hooves, Pinkie Pie, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Alternate Universe, Equestria Girls, Science Fiction, Comedy, Starlight Glimmer
Length: 3268

Everything begins and ends with the Supreme Commander, which is Pinkie Pie. In between, the comedy is taking place. Are you prepared, for what is before you, what a pink mare is capable of?

The Supreme Commander is in control of her party.

This Anthology begins in the throne room in Ponyvile. The map on the table, directing a gate to another world and unimaginable possibilities and opportunities.

Pinkie Pie is running a tight ship. Yet, there is more than enough room for a party, friendship and more.

Could anyone see Pinkie Pie stand in the way of a party and fun had by all? Could she truly stand for not having parties and fun?

Consequences, there are always consequences.

Murphy will not be denied. Just as Mr. Checkovs gun is known to go of. Just make sure, not to be the one hurt in the process.

If Starlight and Twilight is one, is Derpy Hooves, Ditzy Do, Bright Eyes and Muffin the same pony?

Published 2018-07-11 06:00:07 UTC
Last updated 2018-07-15 02:52:57 UTC

A Gate, and a Map: 1

Author's Note

Pinkie Pie's POV

A Gate, and a Map: 1

I had seen the map before, it isn’t exactly new to me. We have been instructed to places far and wide, by the map of friendship.

I had seen Princess Twilight Sparkle off to the other side of the gate before. Twilight used the gate, on several occasions; in order to see her friends, at the Canterlot High. We even managed to initiate the gate, between seasons.

Why does the gate only go to the one place?

Starswirl the Bearded was responsible for the Tree of harmony, but he was also responsible for the gate to Canterlot high.

“Is there a connection?” I pondered.

Of course, why had Twilight Sparkle never asked this question? Or, had she simply kept it to herself? She could have asked Princess Celestion. Would she track down Starswirl himself, in order to question him? For a long while, Starswirl the bearded had been a larger idol to her; than even Princess Celestia herself. Even despite everything that has happened.

With the connection made; how do I use it and what do I intend to make out of it?

The map generally work on its own and guide us towards where it needs us to be. Hinting towards who needs to be where; nothing more. It doesn’t really bother giving us any details.

Originally, the gate only opened once every thirty moons. Now we could open it any time we want. It was Sunset Shimmer’s journal, that was the key to the gate. If it had been intentional, or if it was just incidental luck the magic managed to open the gate for us. Who is to say?

It is a dead issue now.

I had just bounced from the map in the throne room, to the gate in what I guess we could as well just call the gate room. There is no point in making up silly names for the room. It is just holding the gate, nothing more.

The gate is not active right now. All of a sudden, I feel a strange shiver and my cutie mark starts to glow. I have a mission, by the looks of it.

Once I have bounced back to the map, the three balloons are indeed floating over the map. Though I am a bit puzzled. The mark is hovering over the castle. The map can never pin-point down a location close enough to give the location within a building. The castle just is not large enough, for the map to give that exact coordinates.

“Why does the map want me to go to the castle?” I exclaim; “I am already here, but who needs my help?” I ponder.

The map did not answer, it never did. Never a verbal response, but it did react on us and what we said or thought.

I am no Unicorn and I have no horn. I know it. Yet, right now the bangs curl up into what could have passed for a horn. Any pony who did not know or recognized me, may have been mistaking me for a Unicorn right now. I have magic, just like every other pony.

Maybe I am more magically gifted or inclined, than the average Pony and Earthpony in particular.

“Oh, this is what it feels like; to be a Unicorn and cast a spell!” I exclaim, as I see the glow from what is to pass for a horn in my forehead.

While the map is still quite, I hear a strange murmur

As a thought strike me, I place my right fore hoof on the top of the map. I feel a jolt followed by a strange tingling sensation. Once I place both my fore hooves on the map, I manage to enlarge the image, in order to see more details on a larger and clearer picture. Little by little, I am zooming in. Once I had zoomed in enough, I see my mark moving between the map and the gate. Just that the make is not exactly moving between the locations, it is on both places at once.

I pull back, tap the map to reset the map and bounce to the gate.

The outer edge of the portal is pink, while the center clearly is a light blue.

A shiver is running down the length of my spine. The realization of exactly what it is, I am seeing. It isn’t so much that the gate is open, exactly as I enter the room; it is what I imagine, the colour of the gate is indicating.

“I am not going to become Rainbow Dash!” I reassure myself, pronouncing the name of my friend perfectly.

I may call her Dashie, every day, but right now it felt right to pronounce her full name, correctly.

“I hope I face Twilight Sparkle, when I return!” I ponder, knowing how some other Ponies would freak out.

Fluttershy would be hysteric for less.

Of course, all things considered and with the hopes that I could actually turn back to my old, regular self later.

I step up to the gate, stopping just a few feet from the event-horizon. The word is slippery as it is uncomfortable with coming out of my mouth. It is, as if it had been a conscious being; as if it is aware of where it is and who is pronouning it.

Doesn’t it like me? Is it the connection, to what I have before me?

I place my right fore hoof on the surface and feels the surface of the pond, almost as if I had been trying to break through the surface of the water of the mirror pond. That memory stings and burns as if I had been stung by a Bee. Or maybe it is more like a large and very aggressive Hornet?

“At least, it is not a horny Hornet!” I ponder, giggling.

I am still, frozen in place, for the few countless instants between the moments. Then I continue to step through. I do not stop, I do not slow down or even hesitate.

I did never break the stride, as I trotted through the gate. Nothing happened and nothing changed. I am still pinkie Pie, or should I refer to myself as Bubble berries now as I am a stallion now. My muzzle had changed and my voice is a male, deep rumble. My hooves changed and my eyes changed. Other than that, there is no outwards sign of what transpired here in the gate room.

I hear steps and a purple unicorn enters the room.

“Hi, Pinkie!” she greets me, before she had the time to stop herself or notice the changes.

Her eyes grow wide, then she calms down and giggles hysterically and grin widely at me.

“I thought it was you, I just had never expected any pony else trying to tamper with these things. Not after my attempt!” she points out.

“My name is Bubble Berries!” I explain.

“Bubble Berries?” she inquires.

“Just like you, Pinkie Pie is a Mare; but if you look closer, you would notice that I am a Stallion. Otherwise, I am still her and all she was and still is!” I explain.

“Oh, yeah; now as you pointed it out, I can see the differences!” she responds, as she is examining me.

Now I chuckle at the silly in the situation. What else could I do?

Miss Parapet, I presume: 2

“Miss Parapet?” I inquire, uncertainly.

“Yes, I am Parapet!” the mare responds.

I pull a fresh, new bridle from my saddle bag and slap it onto her face and secure it before she had the time to react.

“There, now you could be a pet!” I exclaim, giggling with mirth flooding my voice.

“What? What is this!” she ponder, as she is finding her muzzle held tight by the bridle.

“Blanchet Parapet!” I whispered in her perked up right ear.

“A good pet should behave, and be perfectly obedient!” I explain, quietly.

She started to struggle, to get away; but to no avail, the restraint was clearly holding her in place.

“Oh, and you will be utterly incapable of using any kind of magic!” I press on, urging her to confirm just how helpless she was.

The ring around her horn is an integrated part of this bridle, preventing use of magic. The steel gray ring simply absorbs all magic summoned by the Unicorn it had been applied to. For as long as the metal is in direct contact with the horn; the effect is absolute and impossible to bypass.

“I expect you to follow me, just a step behind as I say; hoof!” I explain; knowing she is understanding my words, as opposed to a regular pet like the cat Rarity is calling Opalescence.

First she tried to resist and refuse; then she was feeling a shock from the material of the bridle and she is nodding obediently, showing signs of fear and pain.

“The effect of a chock bridle is quite effective, in reining in an unruly or disobedient pet!” I mumble, to her.

Of course, I had merely put it on medium; as opposed to the high setting available for this purpose, but I did not like to be that sadistic. Besides, this was merely the first chock, for a fairly minor transgression.

“I think it is about time, I go home now!” I pointed out; “You will just have to follow me; since you are a pet, with no place else to go!” I finished.

For a moment, she considered to hesitate or even try to trot of; then she thought better of it as she shiver in pain from the memory of what happened the first time, following me to where I am going. She does have no choice in the matter, for as long as she is wearing the bridle I had put on her.

I can clearly see, just how tight the bridle is. I had not bothered to adjust it, considering who I had intended to use it on. Maybe I had permitted myself to be a bit harsher than I should have been. Now is too late to turn back on my action.

Every time I cast a glance to my side, I can see the effect the bridle have on her; how it is slowly turning her into the obedient pet, it had been crafted to be worn by.

The mare by my side had not changed, when I put the bridle upon her; that would have drawn far too much attention to me and her, considering Ponies had seen trot around town and seen her close to me before. I had refrained from applying a leash to this bridle, since that would also draw attention to us. I do not want any attention to me, or to how I am leading the mare back home with myself. Now it would merely look as if she had followed me by her very own volition, which is exactly how I want it.

Maybe she would not agree with me, but the bridle does look great on her face. I have not asked rarity, and I do not intend to ask her about this. At least, bridles seems to be the latest scream.

While I may have bought the bridle from Rarity at some point, but the enchantment is my very own design and spell work. I have proven myself with spell work before, even if I had been a bit thoughtless in the choice at the time. That mistake was born out of ignorance and lacking understanding of the task I had been given. This is my initiative, not a task or lesson given to me by any other Pony.

“Did Rarity craft the bridle? If not for the situation it placed me in; I could have put on a bridle just like this, by myself!” she ponders.

“Rarity does craft the best accessories!” I confirmed; what I expected her pondering, right now.

“Oh, and I do hope you are enjoying the irony, right now!” I added, almost as if it had been an afterthought.

I do enjoy making her feeling uncomfortable with the fine accessory, she is currently wearing; in the same fashion, she had made Twilight Sparkle uncomfortable with books and magic before. Irony is so delicious, when served just right.

“Hope you don’t mind, if I am giving you a pet name now; considering how fond of the practice you were!” I whisper, in her ear.

Living with Princess Twilight Sparkle means that I am living in the outskirts of town. Of course, both the castle and the school is outside Ponyville proper, but that never bothered me in the past; why should it start bothering me now. Since I had never bothered to knock on the door in the past, why should I bother to start knocking now? I had been enjoying trotting around town, ending up at the castle and extend my magic, opening the door and stepping right in.

In surprise, my pet follows me into the castle, as I had initially instructed her. She merely blinks once, twice and thrice as she steps over the threshold and continues down the long hall.

“This Unicorn lives in a castle like this?” she ponders, realizing just where she had ended up.

I did not need to give her any further instructions, for as long as she is told to follow me. How convenient. At least, this way she will not have a murderous hangover later. That hangover had never been intended, and it is not part of my plan for this little pet.

I open the door to a fairly small room, far away from the rooms where Twilight were likely to stumble into my new pet. Of course, the bed had already been made. Maybe it is a guest room, or a room for some lowly servant she never had bothered to hire. We are doing well, with Spike doing all these jobs. Of course, Owloviscious could help you find any book; even in the extensive library of the castle, considering just how many books had been added to her original collection.

“I will be back with something for you to eat; meanwhile, you can stay here in this room!” I instruct her.

She looks up at me, with a bright smile as I open the door. True to my word, I leave her alone. A few minutes later, i am back; opening the door and leave a bowl of shopped up vegetables in what is to pass for a meal for her. I had noticed, how she had climbed up on the bed, resting quietly. I take the time to pull the bridle off of her muzzle, hanging it outside of her room.

“Dinner is served, bon appetite!” I exclaim, giving her the signal that it is okay for her to eat.

She slowly steps down from the bed with a bounce in her steps. I enjoy watching as she is eating. While she is halfway through the meal, I sneak out, leaving her to eat and play by herself. Even if I know she is technically an adult Pony.

An hour before bedtime, I return to her room, carrying a bowl of food. The old bowl is cleared, she had enjoyed her meal. Just as quietly as before, I slip out of the room.

I had only returned, in order to put the bridle on my pet, before I went to bed.

During the night; she had regressed in age, now sporting a full two feet in height. Similar in size, compared with Applejack’s dog, Winona.

Can only imagine, my pet being mighty surprised, when she woke up as a small filly. The bridle still on her face, with a perfect, skintight fit.

I carry up a breakfast, for my pet. Opening the door and stepping right into the small room.

“Good morning, Para! I have your breakfast!” I exclaim, just after I had closed the door behind myself.

She is jumping up and down, just like a filly, or pet is expected to. I look at her, for a moment; before I remove the bridle from her face. She is still my pet, even after the bridle had been removed.

“Bon appetite!” I prompt, indicating for her to eat.

I watch her eating, just as a little pet would be expected to. She is quiet, not uttering a single word. Just excited over the meal.

Author's Note

Starlight Glimmer's POV

Running From Myself

A Royal Mothers’ Day: 3

A Royal Mothers’ Day: 3

I have been living with Princess Twilight Sparkle and Spike in the castle of friendship, since the day she made me her pupil. Can’t say that I have regretted it a single moment; even after all the hardships I had, all the hardships we endured throughout the years.

Going to the badlands with Trixie, Discord and Thorax were tough, but I could as well confess, Pinkie Pie can be a challenge even beyond that. You never know on which hoof she is standing next. She may be born a rock farmer and an Erth-pony, but that is not explaining anything. Part of her antics could have been straight from a horror movie, but then she is just grinning, giggling and offers a muffin.

Speaking of Pinkie Pie; it is several years, since she had the preposterous idea and showed up as a stallion. I had never imagined this was possible. Now I know better. I had never expected it to work, or for her to be capable of performing the role of a stallion, let alone in bed. I was proven wrong, again. She certainly made it.

She left me speechless, after the night of fun.

Of course, that was years ago. I don’t think she pulled that on me again., Did she go back, to play stallion, ever again? I would not put it past her, she is after all Pinkie pie. Nothing is impossible, if she does it.

Pinkie Pie is among the more experienced and skilled ponies, Earthponies, Pegasi or Unicorns. Maybe even Alicorns included. I think I leave it at that. If I don’t mention any others, I hope I am spared the embarrassment of eating my words. I have had enough crow for a lifetime.

There is someone else I need to present. It was hard enough to explain the situation to my parents, but I had to explain how Pinkie Pie is the father of my daughter to the mayor too. For the book-keeping and documentation.

Did I say that pinkie Pie is more challenging than going back to my old village, this is why.

My parents did not need to know that Pinkie Pie is a mare, so that went of fairly well.

The fact that I have to share Pinkie Pie with Twilight Sparkle is no problem, all things considered. Then I have to share her with the entire village of Ponyville, but I don’t really mind. There is more than enough to go around. Besides, I don’t need a second filly and am not planning on having one any time soon.

There is one more stallion in my life, Sunburst, but he lives in the Crystal Empire and is the Royal Crystaller, so I rarely see him in town. Fate has it, he will be over today. Maybe there is something about the mother’s day?

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Author's Note

Starlight Glimmer's POV