Seven Very Chilling Mare's Tales

My name was Gaia Magusa and I was new to Ponyville. I had just gotten off the train when I was handed an invitation to a...party? The pony who gave it to me looked like she wanted to cry. "I'm so sorry she said, "by order of Queen Twilight, every pony must attend Pinkie Pie's parties."

How strange I thought, aren't parties usually fun? Why the tears? Should I- "HOLD it right there, MISTER! This story is such a downer; my parties are AWESOME!"

"PINKIE?! What are you doing here?"

"I'm hunting ponies who aren't attending my parties, silly!"

"But-but-but I'm trying to write..."

"Not buts Mister, you know the rules!"

"I-"

"By orders of her majesty, Twilight, NOPONY shall be exempt from the attendance of a PINKIE PARTY in PONYVILLE!"

"I know the law, Pinkie. I have a deadline to complete, though!"

"Your readers are lucky I stopped by then! I saved them from such a depressing story!"

"You Pinkie promised!"

"EVIL...remember?"

"But-"

"I'm evil, riiiight?"

"yeah"

"and you made this universe, so why in the name of Twilight's perfectly shaped plot device would you ever think I would keep a pinkie promise? What an idiot."

"Pinkie! STOP what are doing! Put me down!"

"I'll show you how fun my parties are!"

"But my readers! PINKIE STOP!"

"They can watch the fun! Nopony is exempt from the law, silly writer!"

"PINKIE!"

"No exceptions."

"Ow my head! Pinkie where are we?"

"OH GOOD! you're awake! We are in your story!"

"Wait, what?"

"UGH maybe Twilight was right when she told me all stallions should be eradicated. How are you SERIOUSLY THIS STUPID?"

"I-I don't-"

"YOU created this equestria why do you not know what your own creations can do?!"

"Pinkie...this isn't funny! Take me back NOW!"

"You are right! This IS'NT funny! YOU are wasting YOUR reader's valuable time arguing with me rather than joining MY AWESOME party guests...like a good pony."

"PINKIE I beg you-"

"You know, I stuck up for you, when Twilight wanted to give you to Starlight for her experiments. He knows to obey, I said. He will be a good pony, I said. I promised....I PROMISED HER. Now enough arguing, get your stupid damned plot over to that punch bowl and don't you dare EVEN think of breaking character...mister, writer or I will kill you myself! It's time to start this tale!"

My name is Gaia Magusa and I am standing at the punch bowl looking around. There are two mares nearby, giving me an odd look. Please Pinkie...why me? SHUSH YOU! You will play your part, or you will be playing yourself separated into parts. Am I clear? Crystal Good stallion, now back to the tale. It could be because stallions are not commonly seen in Equestria anymore. Or perhaps it could be I realized catching my reflection in the punchbowl, that I was the only pony with no clothes in the room. Oh, come on! Pinkie this is ridiculous! So just to clarify, you wanted to lose your stallionhood first? Or should I start with those lovely hind legs of yours? I decide to quickly reach for a glass of punch and take a long gulp. That's what I thought.

Looking over at the mares once more, I have decided to attempt talking to them. I slowly walk up as one of them watches with a look of disgust on her face, all the while I am trying to come up with an excuse as to my brash nudity at such a party. "How are you two fines mares tonight?"

Pinkie this would never happen. What are you talking about? I would never approach a mare in such a manner. Like your stories are always believable? No but this is entirely unrealistic! That is why we call it fiction, silly. Now stop arguing and continue the conversation.

The other mare smiles and says, "Oh just waiting for the games to start, how about you?"

I glance over at her friend whose eyes are narrowed in disgust. I quickly glance back at her friend and try to play it cool. "Oh, you know, just hanging out."

She giggles and eyes me up and down. "I can see that!"

Looking down I blush and stammer. "N-no it's n-not like th-that! I was given an invite while in the shower!"

Pinkie this is humiliating! Stop this! Who was it that dreams of dressing as a maid and serving Applejack? She actually read that story by the way. I showed her and she said it was well done. Maybe I should tell her why you wrote it? Because you have a crush on her? Please don't! She would laugh at me! Then perhaps you should sit back and enjoy this ride, huh? Alright...you win, let's get this over with. Glad you see it my way. Back to our story.
The mare's friend rolls her eyes but the mare smiles and nods in understanding. "Yeah, those things come at very inopportune times don't they? We were sharing an alfalfa milkshake on a date when Pinkie gave us ours."

Her marefriend lets out a loud groan. "I hate these things. They aren't any fun and we thank Twilight we even make it home at the end."

The mare tells her, "Shhh, trust me I've been to these parties more times than you, please stop complaining. They aren't that bad."

I notice her voice had risen when saying, "They aren't that bad."

I tell her, "Why not enjoy the wonderful festivities? It's a party after all."

That stubborn mare ignores my words and instead screams at me. "YOU STUPID STALLION! THIS IS NO PARTY! IT'S A MEANS TO KILL US ALL! I HATE IT! WHY DO WE HAVE TO BE HERE?"

A high-pitched voice carrying a dangerous tone is heard. "So, you don't like my parties?"

The music stops and everypony in the room quits what they are doing to stare at her. The looks on their faces tell of how terrified they are. Every mare in the room begins to back away from the three of us.

A pink earth pony, with a fluffy tail and a matching mane slowly approaches as a path opens up. She walks towards us. Closer and closer. She now stands mere inches from the angry mare, who is now slightly quivering. The pink pony is none other than the hostess of the party, Pinkie Pie. She speaks once more. Her voice now sounds as soft as a stuffed animal with just a hint of annoyance. "I asked you a question. You don't enjoy my parties?"

The angry mare glares at her, completely having lost all common sense. "I HATE YOUR PARTIES YOU PINK BITCH!"

Pinkie Pie smiles at her in an almost pitying manner. Her hair has slowly begun deflating. "I'm sorry to hear that; I try to make my parties fun for all, after all. I would never ask some pony to stay here if they didn't want to. If you truly want to leave, all you have to do, is walk out that door."

The angry mare is slowly noticing Pinkie's shift in mood, and she stops yelling. "You aren't serious."
Pinkie Pie nods slowly. "I'm completely serious, just walk out that door, and I promise you, you will never have to attend another one of my parties. Now please leave, it's time for the games to begin and we don't need you bringing down the mood."

The mare grabs her friend and says, "let's go!"

Her friend shakes her head and pulls away. "I rather enjoy these parties, I think I'll stay."

Her tone shifts again, I notice. How strange, I think to myself. Her marefriend seems to have failed to notice and yells a final "FINE!"

She then storms out the door. There is a bright flash of amethyst-color and a sudden scream as the door closes. I rush to the door as her friend begins to cry. The tears in her eyes tell me I shouldn't look. I slowly open the door a peek, and see a sight I could never unsee. The red streaks on the ground, the gash in her skull and the terrified look on her face as she lays there still, unmoving. Chucks of lumpy brown matter are strewn about the ground, and the scene reeks of barbequed meat. I slowly shut the door and turn to face Pinkie Pie who is mere inches from my muzzle. "How about you? Do you enjoy parties?"

I nod and with eyes widened in terror, say, "I love them. She doesn't know what she is missing."

She smiles happily as if nothing ever happened. "You got that right, so let's party!"

Pinkie why did you...I mean... No exceptions. Remember? Suddenly the mood is lifted once more as Pinkie's mane and tail regain their fluffiness and looking at the DJ, she shouts "Vinyl let's kick it up a notch!"

The dance floor slowly fills back up as the beats from Vinyl Scratch's DJ booth are being blasted across the room. Guests are going back to talking, some even begin pouring themselves some very clearly spiked punch. Everypony seems intent on pretending what just happened, never did. I can't say I blame them. Walking over to the mare, I offer her a gentle hug. With tears streaming from her eyes, she immediately accepts the warm embrace. "Sh-she's gone isn't she?"
I'm not sure what to say. Her friend is dead. However, I'm not some heartless bastard. "She isn't having to attend parties anymore, so that's something."

The mare looks into my eyes and though her eyes are still tearful she laughs. "Are you trying to make me feel better? I already know what happened...I've seen it before."

I am at a loss for words. She continues in a soft tone. "Nobody leaves a party until the end. I just don't understand it, though!"

She grabs me so tightly and rests her head on my shoulder as we do our best to feign dancing. "Why must we endure this every week? Why would Twilight ordain such a thing?"

You know, I often wonder that myself. Why does Twilight force me to throw these kinds of parties? Why must Applejack create those brainwashed pony slaves? Why does Rarity cruelly treat ponies like toys? Only to discard them after? Fluttershy was the nicest pony ever! Then Twilight got her too! I just don't get it. Pinkie...I... I never wanted this you know! I never wanted to kill ponies...all I wanted was to throw fun and happy birthday parties! Why did she do this to us? Pinkie don't cry! It isn't fair! We were friends! Why don't you just stop then? I can't! Sometimes I can't even control my own actions! Pinkie... Enough just...just let's get back to the story.

The loud, over-hyper voice of pinkie pie is heard throughout the enormous room. "The time has come to play one of our most popular games; bobbing for Apples! Courtesy of Applejack we have six Apples and a large dunk tank here in which they will be placed. Ponies will have to jump into the tank and pull the Apples to safety before they drown. They will have to be fast, though, because a wild Gummi has been taking refuge in the tank and this one has all of its teeth. Anypony eaten will be automatically disqualified. The top 7 ponies with the fastest times will move onto our next games. The remaining 16 will sadly have to suffer a penalty game for being suh losers. Good luck to all our participants!"

What she says next startles me slightly. "Now let's all stamp for our current champion. She has won every game for the past six years, my sister, the one and only Marble Pie!"

The mare I had been dancing with smiled sweetly, "that's my cue. Don't worry about me-"

As I watched the dance floor erupted in thunderous stamping. She slowly strutted up to the giant tank and got in position. Looking at Pinkie, she smiled sweetly. "Ready sis."

It was like magic. Pinkie barely said the words, "Go."

Her movements are quite swift and silent, not a movement being wasted. Up the ladder, into a swan dive, down into the bottom of the ten foot tall tank of water. I can barely follow her movements and by the time the gator saw her and moved to strike, she stood beside six soaking wet Apples gently hugging them. The sound of a stopwatch clicks as the room erupts in thunderous stamping as ponies applaud her ability. "Six seconds."

She flipped her wet mane, flinging water from it as she saucily saunters over to me. My mouth is agape in disbelief as she raises a hoof and closes my muzzle. "Just make sure you finish yours. The next game involves partners."

I rush to her side as she leisurely sits down with a sweet smile, not knowing if I can grant her request of me. I am about to say something to her when my knees began to quake at the sounds coming from behind. Horrific screams fill the air being followed by the sounds of bawling. I don't dare to see what happened, to turn around and witness the nightmare in motion. The loud voice of Pinkie Pie fills the large auditorium confirming my suspicions. "Disqualified!"

Such most likely mattered not to the poor souls forced into this game of torture. It seems the gummi will have a fine dinner tonight. I begin to panic and I open my mouth to voice my fears to Marble Pie."I-I'm not sure I c-can make such a promise, Marble I have no athletic ability, I-"

My stammering is interrupted as she narrows her eyes and looks into mine determinedly as she raises my hung head with her hoof. "I do not believe you understood me, stallion. You WILL complete your games, not because you can but because I am telling you to do so. No if ,ands or, buts mister. Now do as I have said and complete your task!"

I have no idea what has come over me, all I can see are those sweet, commanding eyes of amethyst. I rise to my hooves, and I confidently make my way up to the tank. I hear the starting tick of the stopwatch. I hear the gasps of the crowd. I see the teeth of that wretched monster coming for me. I hear her words once more as I speed up, faster and faster still. Darting through the water, nothing will stop me! She told me to do this! I will not fail! My lungs are fit to bursting as I stand there beside the six Apples to absolute silence. I hear that tick of the stopwatch. "7 seconds."

The room explodes in thunderous stamping as I stand there wheezing on the platform, completely spent. I look over to where Marble is sitting as she nods her head approvingly and gestures me over to where she is. I go to her and as I approach she smiles. My pace speeds up and I soon find myself sitting next to her as she pets my head. "That's a good stallion, just like I told you to do."

I glance up at her. She is so...in control of the situation. Relaxed as could be, yet ready to act on a moments notice. This is the incredibly shy mare known as Marble Pie? This is the gentle sister of Pinkie; I had heard so much about? Pinkie? What's going on here? Pinkie? Pinkie, I know you can hear me! Pinkie? Marble looks down at me and gives me a small crescent of a smile. "Something you want to ask me?"

I have so much I want to ask, but Pinkie wasn't responding and that has me worried. Where is she? Isn't she writing this story? I slowly shake my head and she giggles saying to me, "good, now then, next is the ballroom dance."
My eyes grow wide. "You can't be serious."

Marble grinned, a slight tint of bloodlust appearing in her eyes. "Deadly serious, hun. The floor will be covered by hidden traps that...explode upon contact. Both partners must perform a waltz dodging, rolling and twisting to avoid touching any of the traps. Style and execution are judged."

I am at a loss for words, is this for real? PINKIE? For the love of Celestia, answer me! The name had been banned by Twilight herself after the seven took Canterlot and Celestia vanished years ago. If anything would grab Pinkie's attention that would be it. Careful with that language! Did you forget that name is forbidden?! Oh thank Twilight! Pinkie where in Tartarusl have you been? I went to go get a cupcake, why what did I miss? Wait, you weren't writing the story? Nah, I set it on autowriter until I got back! Pinkie! Your sister wants me to dance! Oh, have fun! That's not the - Twilight's calling gotta go! PINKIE..I....pinkie?! "No sweetie, say it with me, Marble."

I blink. I must've said that out loud! Marble is staring at me with those demanding purple eyes. I cannot refuse, and I find myself saying in a meek voice as my cheeks flush a bright pink. "Marble."

She is smiling at me and saying, "that's much better, I shall let it go this time, but don't you dare utter another mare's name in my presence again. Am I understood?"

This was ridiculous. I had no reason to listen to her! I had just met her and yet she orders me around? I stamp my hoof. "Marble you are being completely unreasonable, we only just-"

I swiftly feel a hoof pressing firmly against my muzzle. "Shush. That is enough. You are quite right, I am being unreasonable. Still you WILL listen to me. Got it?"

I feel the hoof slowly lower from my muzzle as she stared into my eyes. I open my muzzle to speak only to close it once more as her glare silences me. She speaks to me in a tone of absolute certainty. "I'll make you a deal, hun. If you can look me in the eyes, back straight and say without a shred of doubt, that you want me to stop bossing you around, I will gladly abstain from issuing any commands to you."

I slowly look into her eyes once more. Raising my head to do so. I open my muzzle, but not a single word comes forth. She nods expectantly. "You can't, can you?"

I murmur in a weak voice. "No."

She flips her mane and speaks in a warm, soft, yet firm voice. "Perhaps this is what you desire after all. Why don't you think about that while we watch the penalties be given for those who lost the bobbing contest."

I slowly scuff a hoof sheepishly. "Yes, Ma'am."

We are sitting in wooden seats, side by side. Those that failed are brought before the winners. Marble quickly covers my eyes with her hooves giving a command. "Look down and don't you dare look up until you are told."

I want to argue, I want to say stop bossing me around. Instead, I obediently lower my head as she places mufflers on my ears whispering, "good boy."

It feels like an eternity. My eyes are closed, my ears are covered and I feel something warm grabbing my hoof in a firm grip. Finally, the mufflers are removed and I hear her say, "You may raise your head now."

I slowly raise my head to a rather curious sight. The walls and the wooden floor seemed to have developed a faint red stain. It was quite large and the smell of cleaning agents filled my nostrils. As I looked around, I feel a tap on my shoulder. Pinkie Pie was face to face with me and she put a basket with glistening freshly made rock candy in front of me. "Congratulations Mr. Winner! Please take a candy to celebrate!"

Looking over at Marble, she nods her approval. I take one, a beautiful magenta one, that resembled a diamond in shape and popped it into my mouth. It felt, strange. Warm and rather juicy, though the taste was very bitter and strong. It makes me want to vomit. It tastes nothing like the rock candy from Sugarcube Corners, that I was used to. I tried not to gag. I didn't want to seem ungrateful for the treat. Marble leaned over as Pinkie handed out the rest of the sixteen pieces, whispering to me softly. "She isn't looking you can spit that wretched candy out now."

I immediately spit it into a napkin which Marble quickly hides as Pinkie heads back our way. She looks her sister in the eye and says evenly, "a treat as always Pinkie, thank you."

I look at Marble as Pinkie turns away to answer a question from Lyra. "Those are awful, need more sugar. You would swear they were made from blood or someth-"

The look on Marble's face stops me cold. "N-n-no way..."

She nods and says softly. "Didn't you wonder where the losers went? Or why I told you not to watch?"

I look down in shock and notice her hooves. They were stained red, Swiftly glancing around I saw all the mares have red stained hooves with flecks of red on their coats. "D-did you?"

She nodded, eyes full of tears. "It's mandatory. I managed to persuade Pinkie that a worthless stallion wouldn't be able to help in any form, which is why you were left out."

My eyes widen. She was protecting me. She wasn't doing this to be mean; she was actually trying to protect me from this horrible situation. "I-thank you Marble."

After nodding she gestures to me and says in a firm voice. "Follow, now."

For the first time that evening, I felt completely okay almost as though I was safe. I happily do as I am bid. That was five minutes ago, here we now stand in front of a rack of costumes. She is staring at me as her words echo in my mind. "You will be dancing with me, however a stallion dancing with a mare has long been forbidden. Therefore, we need to hide your appearance. I want you to choose a costume. However, this costume must represent how you truly see yourself as. Now, pick one."

I stared at the rack. Costumes from various plays the auditorium had witnessed filled it. Animal costumes, accessories, and props all littered the tiny room Marble, and I stood in. She was watching me like a hawk from the doorway as I looked through the rack. Out in the main room, Pinkie could be heard speaking into the megaphone she seemed to have materialized. "Our next event is a time of romantic thrill-seeking, the ever popular "Death Waltz!" Everypony clear the dance floor as our staff set up the contest area. Also show some stamping for our guest musical combo, the one and only orchestral dubstep duet! Vinyl Scratch and Octavia!"

Marble spoke softly though with a hint of urgency. "Hurry up now, show me the real you."

I look at her and ask in a timid manner, "I um...found one, could you um..."

She smiles. "Would you like me to leave while you change?"

I nod. "Yes, please, if you wouldn't mind."

Marble grins playfully. "I will leave and let you get dressed then, after you beg me properly."

My eyes grow wide, and a blush slowly spreads across my cheeks as I stammer, "P-please Marble, please let me have some p-pr-privacy t-to-t get dressed for y-y-y-y-"

She laughs softly and says, "Adorable. Come out when you are done."

The door closes as she steps out to give me some privacy. I turn back to the rack, and taking a deep breath, begin to put on the outfit. My thoughts strangely calm as I review what has happened. I slide my hooves through the satin fabric, feeling it grace my hide; it felt natural. She is gentle, yet firm. I gently slip my head and mane through the opening at the top. Strong-willed, yet inviting. I place on the clip on accessories, the chink of the costume gold barely audible. We just met, and I feel drawn to her side. I use a brush to slowly style my mane, placing a seafoam green bow in my hair and glancing in the mirror; I look beautiful. I want her to command me, don't I? I slide my front two hooves into crystalline-styled heels. I really do! Finally, I style my tail. After a final glance in the mirror on the wall, I head for the door and give a timid knock. I will make her proud of me. Marbles voice can be heard saying in a comforting voice, "Are you ready?"
After all, I belong to her! My eyes are shining bright with joy as I exclaim. "Yes, Marble."

The door slowly opens and she walks in. She slowly approaches and paces around me as I stand there completely pink from embarrassment, nodding and muttering to herself. "nice shade... oooh that mane style is adorable...love the necklace...very mare-like. Oh my...the tail...gorgeous."

Finally, she stops and looks me in the eyes with those deep, sparkling amethyst eyes. The look on her face is one of pride. She smiles and gives me a warm hug whispering,"Tell me, hun. How does it feel? To finally be set free to be yourself?"

I blush in response as I stumble in my heels from the impact. "It makes me feel pretty, Marble."

She looks at me beaming and says in a firm voice. "You'll need a name, but rather than me choose what I should call you, I will let you decide on what you want me to address you as. I want you to pick a name that when you hear me speak it, you will proudly answer my summons. Most importantly though choose your name and make sure it reflects your thoughts about who you are, no one else's."

Outside the room I can hear a loud explosion as Pinkie is heard yelling, "oooh so close...let's pause to have the staff clean up this rather unsightly mess and prepare for our next contestants!"

My heartbeat is suddenly very erratic. My thoughts racing, my pulse quickening. I catch Marble's eyes filling my vision as she firmly grasps my head and forces me to focus on her and then...everything stops. It's as if time has stopped. My heartbeat quiets down, my pulse slows and my thoughts become clear. I open my muzzle and tell her my choice. Marble nods and says, "Then let us go dazzle them as they meet my new marefriend."

We exit the small room. Marble tells me to wait a moment and trots up to where Pinkie is and begins whispering in her ear. Pinkie pulls out her megaphone. Where in Tartarus does she even keep that? It's a secret! Pinkie? What are you doing in my thoughts? Silly filly, I'm writing the story of course! My thoughts are hazy, I feel slightly disoriented for a moment. What story? What are you saying? Back to our tale! "Now taking the dance floor, my wonderful sister and reigning champion of the Death Waltz, Marble Pie! Standing by her is none other than her new marefriend. Ladies give it up for Zakyria Moonglow, sporting a rather provocative seafoam green ensemble!"

Marble slowly approaches me, and I must have looked as confused as I felt because she speaks to me in her ever dominant voice. "Tell me what you are thinking, hun."

I lower my head and ask, "Zakyria Moonglow?"

She laughs and leaning close whispers, "I felt it an exotic name for such a rare mare such as yourself. Do you not agree?"

I thought about it for a moment. It was mysterious and exotic sounding alright, elegant even. But then why did she make me pick the name if she wasn't going to use it? "It sounds alright but what about -"

Looking me in the eyes, she placed a hoof against my muzzle causing me to close it. "You will understand soon. For now be a good mare and follow my lead. Do not look away from my eyes, do not blink. Do not think about anything but my smile. Am I understood?"

I nod and gulp. "Yes, Marble."

"Good girl, it is our turn. Take my hoof and do not disappoint me."

The heels feel awkward as she leads me out onto the floor. The music slowly begins with an orchestral violin solo. Taking my hooves Marble proceeds to elegantly twirl me around the floor. She looks so happy! That smile is beautiful. We dip and twirl as the crowd 'oohs' and 'ahhhs'. Her eyes fill my vision. Those radiant amethyst eyes, they alone make me feel warm, safe, secure. Marble speaks softly to me, "that's a good girl, you are doing wonderfully!"

It was going so well! She was proud of me. Then it happened. The dubstep kicked in and the rhythm changed. The waltz changed to a tango. These heels hurt so bad! My thoughts wavered, my hoof slipped. Why hadn't I practiced walking in these? I fell backwards. My heart began to race, my pulse quickened, my eyes constricted. I began to panic. Marble quickly grabbed my fore hooves and fiercely roared as my mind wandered in utter terror, "CRYSTAL THIS IS YOUR MISTRESS! LOOK IN MY EYES NOW!"

Mistress? Mistress! My mistress gave me an order! I must make her happy! My attention immediately snapped towards her. As I gazed obediently into her eyes, she quickly slid me around the floor, twirling, flipping and dodging the traps, one after the other as explosions rocked the floor and smoke filled the air. The audience was silent. Marble looked at me as we skidded to a stop and gently spoke once more as she gingerly kissed my muzzle. "That's my good girl."

The smoke cleared as the ground began to shake. Snapping out of my reverie, I looked around in awe as all the mares in the room were issuing aggressive and thunderous stamping. The megahorn sounds off as Pinkie roars out,"I don't think we have ever seen such an explosive finale! That was amazing!"

Marble looks at me and says, "Crystal follow. Now."

We head over to a small room I had not noticed earlier. Marble knocks on it as the screams behind us, tell me the losers were...penalized again. I try not to gag as the stench of burnt flesh reaches my nostrils. Marble holds up a hoof to steady me and whispers softly and lovingly, "Do not say a word in here, or I will have to punish you."

Her tone is serious. I gulp as the door opens and my eyes widen. I immediately bite my lip to avoid a single sound. There, in front of us was the lilac tyrant herself, her voice steady but cold as ice. "I've been expecting you both. In. Now."

Twilight glanced at Marble as she circled me. "I see you've taken a liking to this one."

Marble spoke in her normal soft voice. "Her name is Zakyria Moonglow, your majesty."

Twilight grimaced. "Her? This is a -"

Marble interjected in a firm and deadly serious tone. "This, your majesty is my marefriend, Zakyria Moonglow. She is my pet and you WILL NOT touch her."

Spreading her wings in annoyance, the Queen of Equestria glares at me, causing me to shake. "So...I take it you have made your decision then and will not be dissuaded? Tell me, are you willing to go see Starlight and have a...change of stature, so to speak?"

I look timidly at Marble. She smiles and says, "Crystal tell her who you are."

I stand upright in confidence. "My name is Zakyria Moonglow, your majesty. I am the marefriend and submissive of Marble Pie. Anything she commands I will gladly do to make her happy and see her smile. Please let me be with her."
Twilight folds her wings and grins at Marble. "How very well trained. Very well, take 'her' to Starlight to get the required surgery. She may stay with you."

My thoughts feel a little strange.I feel like I'm forgetting something...something important. I shake my head as my thoughts once more focus on Marble. Mistress will take care of everything, no need for me to worry anymore.

In a dark room in the back of Sugar Cube corners

Pinkie Pie hums to herself as she pens the final words. "The end."

Tears slowly make their way down her muzzle as she blinks in the dark silence. The icy wind howls outside, and the candles are almost non-existent, having been glowering lower and lower as the week has gone by. Those tears slowly drip on to the page before she can close the book. Taking her hoof she slowly closes the book. She slowly rises and walks towards the nearby shelf. Standing next to the shelf she stares at a small statue. It's nothing fancy, just a small statue of a gray mare. The tears rapidly pick up pace as she runs her hoof along the mane of it and reads the plaque below:
"For My Loving Sister, Marble Pie. Drowned, bobbing for Apples."

Pinkie wipes a hoof across her eyes as she reaches for the book on the desk. She then places it on a bookshelf nearby. The title showing brightly in the firelight for just a second until the candles go out, "Marble Pie, What Could Have Been"
Looking out the window towards the castle in the distance, Pinkie says softly. "Well, Mr. Writer, at least one of you got a happy ending."