Two weeks after Frosty had commenced the last phase of his plan, Twilight and her friends were walking through the streets of Ponyville, sharing a few good laughs. They had spent the past week doing things together to get close again and thus far, it had been working out perfectly.

Twilight, albeit still not believing that Frosty was actually on the good side, had put in her best effort to make amends to her friends and to win them back. She had steered around the topic of Frosty as best as she could thus far, knowing that bringing it up would likely jeopardize her efforts of the past few days.

However, all her efforts threatened to be in vain, when Rainbow spotted a purple baby dragon run towards them.

“Hey Twi, isn’t that Spike who’s running there?” Rainbow asked, directing Twilight’s attention to the running drake before her.

Spike was running as fast as his little legs allowed him to, waving the rolled up paper in his claw to get their attention. Twilight was squinting and trying to determine, what exactly that was.

“Is that… a letter?” She voiced her uncertainty.

“Eh, looks more like a newspaper to me.” Rainbow pointed out.

Spike was huffing and coughing by the time he reached them.

“Thanks for coming towards me so that I don’t have to run through the whole town, y’know?” he manages to sarcastically wheeze, while giving Twilight the Newspaper.

“Sorry spike,” she apologized, “but I was just not expecting you to come running here just to bring me the newspaper. I could’ve read them once I get back.”

“It’s not… because of… newspaper. It’s… Canterlot.” Spike panted, still quite out of breath.

Twilight looks like she still doesn’t understand what Spike means, so he just points a claw at the cover story: “Riots in Canterlot”.

“WHAT?!” All six simultaneously shout, when they read the headline.

“But that’s… why? Who? How?!” Twilight stammers. She quickly reads through the article, but finds neither a specific group that is rioting, nor a reason for them to do so. Overall, it was as if these riots and protests had come up out of nowhere.

“Well, I think that settles where we’re going this afternoon. Come on girls, let`s go!” Twilight orders, galloping ahead towards the station, only to stop again, when she notices that her friends aren’t following.

“Uh… girls?”

“Twi, jus’ ta be clear: this ain’t about Frosty again, is it?” Applejack asked.

“What? Why would this be—“

“Because only a week ago, you were all about Frosty being evil and all that and then you suddenly say you aren’t anymore? I mean, sure, it’s nice that you tried to make amends and all that, but… wounds like these don’t heal so quickly.” Rainbow pointed out.

“I can’t believe I say this, but what Rainbow just said is indeed true, Twilight.” Rarity agreed. “You simply cannot expect us to trust you this quickly again.”

“Girls, please, this isn’t about Frosty, I promise! It’s just that… my parents live in Canterlot and I… I’m afraid they might get caught in the riots.” Twilight said.

“Yeah, we know, but that’s an issue that you could deal with on your own. After all, they’re—“

Just as Rainbow was about to make a point, Spike suddenly belched forth a ball of fire, from within which a scroll bearing the royal seal emerged. Twilight caught the scroll in her magic and unscrolled it, before reading aloud:

“Twilight, you and the Elements are needed in Canterlot post-haste.
-Celestia”

“Alright, it seems now we’ll have to come along, but in all seriousness, I rather would not.” Rarity said.

“I can fully understand that, Rarity, but it says here that we are needed post-haste and since the princess has written it completely informally, I am inclined to think that she really means it.”

“Well then, seems we’re comin’ along anyways.” Applejack groaned, trotting up to Twilight together with the other girls, who all together then galloped to the train station.

At the same time in Canterlot, Celestia could not believe her ears. A guardspony was currently bowing to her and giving her the latest news.

“And… is that confirmed? Riots in all major cities?” She asked with thin breath.

“Yes, princess. The reports just came in.” The guard answered.

“’Tis most concerning, dear sister. If whoever has organized these managed to do so in all cities then that pony has to be most powerful.” Luna cautioned from her seat beside her sister. She had been woken up when the first riots in Canterlot started and had thus far kept herself awake by chewing roasted coffee beans.

“Quite so.” She agreed and turned back to the guard. “Thank you for this report. Now, please tell Captain Shining Armor to come here.”

Without receiving further explanation, the guard bowed and turned around, before running towards the doors. However, just as he reached the doors, they were flung open, hitting him and flinging him into the wall off to the side. The other guards in the room readied their spears, pointing them at the pony that was entering.

“Hellooooo princesses!” Frosty shouted upon his entry. “It has been a while, dear Celestia! How have you been?” He cheerfully greeted, waving a hoof at her. However, his friendly demeanor was heavily jeopardized by the three fillies that had bruises all over their bodies and were wearing accessoires and clothes that were inappropriate for their age, to say the least. Their necks were bound in shackles, which were held by three chains that Frosty was holding in his magic.

“Princess, please help!” the orange one begged.

“Princess, I’m scared!” the light-pink one cried.

“Ah want mah mommy, princess!” the yellow one wailed.

Upon seeing the fillies, Celestia’s gaze grew cold and Luna took on a stance, as if ready to pounce at any moment.

“Free these foals at once, vile scum! Or else we will shred thee into pieces!” Luna threatened.

“Me? Free these fillies? Oh please, why would I do that? After all, we were just… having some fun.” He said in a very perverted tone, while licking the pink one`s neck, which made her cry even more.

Celestia could hear her sister growl beside her like a dog, however she herself managed to remain calmer, which allowed her to see a bit more than her sister in her tunnel vision. Namely, she saw that the guard that had been flung away was now sneaking up on Frosty. Sadly, she knew what result this would bring, even if he succeeded, but the little distraction they would get from it was more than welcome. Celestia also made a mental note to publicly declare that guard to be a hero, upon his funeral.

“It is quite obvious that you are enjoying yourself, Frozen Blood. However your vile campaign will end now! Surrender yourself!” Celesta demanded, hoping to buy a little time for the brave guard.

“Me? Surrender? Pffff, hahaha, why would I do that? I am the one holding all the cards here!” Frozen Blood laughed.

Come on, just a little closer!

“It may seem like that, yes, but we still outnumber you by far! You have no chance in a fight! I say it again, surrender now and we might be merciful!” Celestia commanded again.

Almost theeere!

“Pff, yeah, right. You mean just as merciful as when--- AAAH, you son of a BITCH!”

The guardspony stabbed his spear into Frozen Blood’s torso, once he was close enough, resulting in just the tiniest break in concentration, in which his magic dissipated and the fillies were freed.

“Come here, fillies! We will keep you safe!” Celestia shouted and the fillies didn’t need to be told twice. As soon as their stupor had faded, they ran as fast as they could – which was pretty fast, considering the weight of these shackles – and hid behind Celestia’s legs.

Frozen Blood, in his rage, slammed everypony in the room against the nearest wall, with the exception of the princesses and the fillies hiding behind them.

“Surrender, Frozen Blood! We have freed your hostages, you have no more room for negotiation! If you don’t surrender this time, then we will destroy you!” Luna demanded.

Frozen Blood growled at them for a moment, but the growling slowly turned into a chuckle and then into outright laughter.

“Princess, I think you should re-assess your position, as I think it is you who should surrender!” He laughed.

“…what?”

--A few minutes earlier…--

Frosty and the fillies were standing in front of the Throne Room, together with a zombie-guard and were preparing for the final and most crucial phase.

“Sooo… your plan is that we wear these outfits and play it as if we’re some foalnapped fillies. This fellow there is going in beforehand, delivers some report about more riots and stuff and later helps in our ‘escape’ from you, by faking a sneak attack, correct?” Scootaloo summed up.

“Yep, that’s pretty much it.”

“Alright… but please don’t hold these chains too tightly, okay? They’re already quite heavy.”

“Oh, you can pull my chain as hard as you want, Frosty.~” Sweetie purred. “Just imagining you pulling on these chains makes me feel tingly and these outfits only add to it… Not to mention the dry spell you’ve been putting us on.” Sweetie moaned, pressing herself against Frosty.

“Heh, don’t worry, Sweetie. Once this is over, we can have some… fun time.” Frosty suggested, kissing Sweetie’s neck.

“Oh, why wait? Wouldn`t you think that a stream of your thick, virile juice dripping out of my tight, underage slit would make this getup just that much more convincing?~~”

“Maybe, but you know me, I hold quite a while and we don’t have much time anymore.” Frosty said with a wink. “Sorry, but you’ll have to wait a little.” He then said and signalled the guard to enter the Throne Room.

--Back to Present—

Celestia looked down just in time to see a yellow dart kick away her left front leg and the same happened to the rear right, making her fall onto her belly, where she was then rolled to her side and tied up. Simultaneously, an orange dart shot away from her and into her sister’s face, knocking her out cold.

“Well done, girls!” Frosty complimented. “That was an absolutely brilliant display!”

“Thanks, Frosty!” Applebloom smiled, while holding Celestia down, just in case that the ties weren’t enough.

“What? What just… oh no, I should’ve known that you would use some dirty trickery to fool us!” Celestia seethed.

“’Trickery’? Oh please, an effective ruse is more than just mere trickery, dear Celestia and you have to admit that it was quite successful. I have successfully overwhelmed the rulers of these lands and thus conquered all of Equestria.”

“Grr, you will have to kill us before we make you the ruler of equestria!” Celestia seethed, writhing in her ties.

Frosty chuckled and leaned over Celestia to look her directly in the eyes.

“Oh, is that so?”

Author's Note

Yes, I know, very bad cliffhanger, well see ya next week!

Just kidding :)
There are three different endings to this story, posted as seperate chapters. If you're among the first few who read this chapter and can't see them, it could be that you were simply too fast for me to post them. Just reload the page, they should be there then. ;)