Such Lovely Dreams

Thanks to the actions of the brave princess, the Elements of Harmony and Equestria were safe from Chrysalis and her nefarious plot. With the evil queen’s sloppy and careless underestimation of her long-time adversaries, she let slip details of her plan, some on purpose, some pure accident. In the end, her pride was her downfall. She had Cadence in the palm of her black hand, and thanks to the princess’ quick thinking, she managed to use her friends, and her sister-in-law’s timely coming, to entrap the bug, like the bug had trapped her prey of years past.

The eggs locked inside Cadence came out, like the slime, harmlessly. She had a nice long rest, kicking Rainbow from her bed, and kindly offering Shining Armor the couch, and an opportunity to watch the fussy toddler for the day. They kissed and made up, making love three times that night. She was back in loving and fighting shape the next day, grateful to hear Twilight handled locking up her nemesis, and on the edge of her seat to hear every messy detail of Twilight’s hot date.

The slime donor and would-be Queen of Equestria was locked away, thousands of miles residing between the affected ponies and the hidden hive. Chrysalis’ seed was impotent and harmless as a result of the changeling magic losing its effect far from the source. With a nice hot shower and a day of bedrest, both mares were walking to dinner, declining eggs for breakfast for quite some time.

Ponyville Construction made a mint on the repairs to Pinkie Pie’s bedroom. The party pony, following a vigorous scrub, was able to help the cleanup and even get a nice night’s rest with her maybe cousin, Applejack, in the old guest room. She’s still trying out new safe words on for size.

No longer drinking herself to sleep and drugging herself awake, Applejack found life after her nightmares much like it was before, she never really did learn a thing. She did, however, confide in Cadence and Cadence alone the trauma of being used by her assailants, the fear and powerlessness had taken their toll. With an open ear, she did learn to trust stallions in short time, but her barn door usually didn’t swing that way. Rainbow Dash refused the special spell that helped to scratch Applejack’s itch, except for birthdays, hearth’swarming, and sporadic drunken special occasion sex.

Rainbow Dash vowed, and failed, to wean herself off cheesy action movies and high intensity novels. Her high octane lifestyle in the Wonderbolts suffered for a time as she struggled to get her sleep free of nightmares, and with Applejack’s help, she, too, learned to love freely and fearlessly again, coming to terms with herself. Her infinite pride had been deflated, and still cocky and competitive, Dash had finally learned to let her temper calm before rushing into assignments, and even earned herself a promotion in the Wonderbolts, along with that nice bump in pay.

Rarity used her odd sexperience to inspire her next clothing line. Neon colors and sharp, flowing lines weaved their way into the mare’s urban fashion, finding success not with the wealthy elite who turned their snouts up to the gaudy colors, but with the folks with downtime enough to dive into science-fiction. Fluttershy was the first to buy a high collared jacket, modeling for free for a magazine in which Rarity had bought ad space. The ad quickly made its way into game stores across Equestria, just in time for a new expansion of a tabletop game that was quite the rage.

No longer trapped in her role as a bitch, Fluttershy was the alpha of her pack. Apollo learned to fetch, roll over, shake, and speak on command, and never again slept in the cold dog house outside. Her newest member of the pack was not put up for adoption like she had planned, another critter too precious to let go. The dog found his place quickly in the sanctuary, playing rough with the alpha predators and getting to find out he was, in fact, not the biggest dog in the cage. He never did get neutered.

Twilight confessed every messy and adorable detail of her losing her virginity to a lucky elk way out north to her sister-in-law, less an in-law every day. The bull elk was a young and enterprising warrior in his tribe, a leader that was moving his kind toward modernizing, accepting reading lessons and stacks and stacks and stacks, and yet more stacks of books. His kind lived on the move, however, with no need for things like books, histories were passed down from elders around campfires. Next winter, in the rutting season, Twilight promised to return with more books, and not all of them on math, history, magic, farming, or thermodynamics.

Celestia and Luna came back ten days later with sunburns and mosquito bites, astounded Chrysalis was trapped in Tartarus, barely believing the stories. Luna divulged tactics and tricks to maintain better control in the dream realm, groaning with frustration at how Cadence had actually solved these sticky situations, however effective they may have been. Her older sister applauded them both, expressing extreme pride in their cooperation, insisting on hearing every slimy, salty detail in private.

In the end, life for ponies in Equestria were barely affected, nearly all completely oblivious their very lives hung in the balance at all. The lesson to be learned by the princess of friendship was one she knew for many years: through thick and thin, you can rely on your friends. Because friendship, more than any spell, is magic.