28 Days To Armageddon

The missing statue was a shock to everypony, especially the keeper of the garden. She was hysterical when it was brought to her attention the next day, inconsolably weeping like she’d lost a dear loved one. It came to light that she’d been gone on vacation for the week and had left her job in the care of somepony else. Apparently, this pony was rather lazy and had not noticed that the bust had vanished. It was a puzzling predicament for everyone involved, but mostly the sergeant and Mist Dawn. They figured that the statue gardens would have been kept under careful watch, considering the ponies who stood there. Some wild radical group might have attempted to steal a statue in order to offer it as a sacrifice to one of the legendary werepony masters.

As for the keeper and her Pegasus aide, their relationship turned sour. The poor keeper’s sadness turned to rage. She berated her underling for “lying down on the job” and “not putting” her “best hoof forward.” The much smaller pony tried to apologize, but it was no use. The keeper’s temper got the better of her, and she leapt upon the hapless mare. The two rolled around on the ground with the keeper screaming insults regarding her aide’s looks, her family, and her work ethic. It took the sergeant, Mist, and two Transylmaneian officers to break them apart. But the keeper wouldn’t shut her mouth, so she was placed under arrest for assault, disorderly conduct, and disturbing the peace.

“YOU BITCH!” She screamed as she was hauled off, “YOU’VE COST ME EVERYTHING!”

“I…I didn’t know,” the aide yelped as tears came, “I was just doing my job.”

“Apparently you didn’t do it correctly,” the sergeant said.

“Oh, but I did,” the aide said in defense of herself, “I watered the garden every day, I tended to the lawn, and I polished each of the statues.”

“If you polished the statues,” Mist said, “then you would have known that one of them was missing!”

“But…but the statue went missing after I finished polishing them.”

“You polished them every single day, right?” Mist asked, eyeing her suspiciously.

The aide suddenly went quiet. It became apparent that she was trying to think of an excuse. Suddenly, something fell out from under the Pegasi’s wing. She quickly tried to pick it up, but the sergeant stopped her. He planted a hoof in her way, causing her to begin quivering. Using a very careful method, and ensuring he didn’t get his hoofprints on the evidence, he procured the item from the ground. He looked it over with a careful, experienced eye before turning back to the aide. By this point, she was shaking all over and sweat was pouring down her face.

“This is a 50 bit,” he said, “and it’s odd…because these types of bits are not being given out by banks yet. In fact, Celestia herself is the only one who’s ever seen them, and she just gave her approval to use them last week. So…would you care to explain what one is doing under your wing?”

The aide shook and quaked. Her mind raced as she tried to come up with some type of explanation. Deep within her thoughts, a battle waged between truth and lies. She knew exactly where the 50 bit had come from and who had given it to her. She also knew just why she’d been entrusted with something that had been pried from the castle in Canterlot at great expense. There was a conspiracy going around…and she’d gotten caught up in it. The endgame was Twilight Sparkle’s current suffering.

But she needs to suffer, the aide thought viciously, there are ponies in this world who NEED to suffer, and she’s one. This is all for the betterment of our organization which, in turn, will better Equestria. The Grand Master told us this, and she also told us to wait. Soon, all of Equestria will know of our existence. But for now, I must keep my cover. If I don’t, I’ll go to jail and so will she…and I dread to think of how she’ll treat me in prison.

“I…found it,” she managed to squeak out, “on the ground.”

“That’s funny, darling,” Rarity said as she used her magic to pry the 50 bit away from the sergeant and load it into the portable DNA analyzer, “because the only DNA on here…is yours. Wing prints, hoof prints, even some saliva. The point is that it’s an impossibility for you to simply find it…because there would be more on here.”

“SO WHERE THE FUCK DID YOU GET IT?!” Rainbow Dash asked, snapping a mental twig, “ANSWER THE CELESTIA DAMNED QUESTION!”

“Rainbow Dash, stop!” The sergeant barked, “that’s no way to run an investigation. As for you, Ms. Pegasus, I really hope you have a good explanation for this. For now, we’re taking you to jail pending the completion of our investigation. Let’s go!”

The new suspect was put into hoof and wing cuffs before being led away. Her tears were many, but they were also fake. She had done it. She’d held her ground and not been broken. Her mind rejoiced as she imagined the wonderful things The Grand Master would do to her. It was said that this mare would sexually please anypony, and she began drooling at the thought. She’d kept her lesbianism a secret until she found the right mare to mate with, and The Grand Master was that mare.

Attracted to power, the aide found herself helplessly in love with her domineering overlord. Soon, all of Equestria would do the same thing she did on a nightly basis: bow. The Grand Master demanded nothing less than total and absolute respect, and the aide was well willing to give it. She knew that her silence in this matter would lead, not only to the destruction and recreation of Equestria, but to night after night of amazing experiences. The Grand Master was looking for a spouse…and the aide wanted nothing more than to become just that.