Happy Prankday!

Two months of royal duties,

One month in an exhaustion/stress induced coma,

25 days spent performing extra royal duties to make up for being in a coma for a month,

And five measly days spent plotting, later.

(Luna's Birthday.)

Celestia sat on her office chair, spinning it around, pondering her inevitable fall. She had spent the majority of her past nights planning and plotting a prank for her sister, but alas it all seemed for not. She couldn't seem to create any 'masterpieces' that would certainly not backfire. Sure there was a clever plan here and there, but nothing that was stood out as foolproof. The reasons for her sudden concern was not fear of injure of pain, but fear of letting her sister win... again.

"Ugh," Celestia coughed, frustrated with her inability to think of anything. "Wilfred, could you come here please."

The door creaked open and said colt, in a monkey suit, entered.

"Princess, you called?"

"Yes, please take a seat," the chair still spinning. Celestia pointed a hoof at the chair on the other side of her desk.

Wilfred did as he was told, a worried look on his face.

"Now, Wilfred, let me ask you something." He gulped at her words. "Do you have any ideas for a prank this year, because I sure as Tartarus don't." Celestia sighed.

"Oh, um, yes actually, I do."

"Really!?" Celestia jumped out of her chair in excitement; touching the floor as she immediately noticed her lack of balance. She fell to the floor with a "thump", landing right on her face. Wilfred chuckled at the sight. Celestia replied to the laughter with a mean look, which she gave from the floor in an awkward way. Wilfred bit his lip trying to suppress an even greater laugh.

"Are you alright?"

"Yes, yes, I'm fine." She got up from the floor and back into her chair, the marks the stone floor bore now etched to her skin. "Now, if you don't mind." Celestia gestured for him to continue.

"Right, my idea is that you don't do anything. She'll be anticipating something or another, so if you do nothing, it will probably drive her mad."

"You can't be serious, that's more idiotic than the stupid can of..." Celestia froze her eyes widening in sudden realization. "Beans."

"Your highness, is something the matter?"

"Neigh, everything is just perfect." An evil grin wiped across Celestia's face.

"Princess, I think you better lay down. You don't look so well."

"No no no, don't you get it?" Celestia got up from her chair, and planted her fore hooves firmly on her desk. "Beans," she said, in a slow tone, whilst wearing a smile.

"Beans?" Wilfred said, slightly confused. "Are you sure you're not injured?"

"Ugh, how are you not getting me?" Celestia put a hoof to her face. "Think about it, why would Luna react so horrible, as to send me a can of live snakes over such a harmless joke?"

"Well, you two do always trying to out do each other.So,"

"Come on, think! Why would my sister, knowing my deep hatred for snakes, do such a cruel thing?"

"Well, maybe because you banished her to the flipping moon!" Celestia shot him a glare. "Sorry,"

"No, the correct answer is: there's no food on the moon."

"Oh my," Wilfred jumped from his chair. "You're right, we must prepare something immediate- wait if there's no food on the moon, where did she get the snakes?"

The air fell short of sound.

"I don't know... Moon snakes, maybe?" Celestia shook the thought out of her head. "Look, it doesn't matter. What matters is my sister is starving!" Celestia trotted for the door. "Come, we must prepare something at once!"

"Right away, your highness." Wilfred followed suit.

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Location: Canterlot Castle's Kitchen.

"You, know? This is really nice what you're doing." Wilfred complemented, watching Celestia put the finishing touches on a cake.

"It's only natural to want to help one’s sister in her time of need." Celestia replied, trotting around her cake, as she viewed it for any imperfections.

"I know, it's just...I didn't expect that to come so naturally to you."

"Implying, I do not care for my own sister's well being." Celestia passed Wilfred yet another unhappy glare.

"It's not that you don't care, it's just that, uh, well... the timing is a bit odd."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, I wouldn't have been surprised if you planned on setting the moon on fire. I mean, just earlier today, you were trying to think of what horrible things you could do to her this year, and now you're baking her a cake with your own two hooves."

"That was before I knew of the fate that had befallen her." Celestia trotted over to Wilfred, poking him in the chest with a hoof. "Could you imagine being trapped on the moon with no food? I bet she had to eat moon pies just to survive!"

"I'm glad to see this caring side of you, you should show it more often." Wilfred smiled happily. Celestia returned his with a smile of her own.

"Care to help me finish this cake?"

"Gladly."

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Luna was doing nothing to productive as she scooted along the moon on her stomach, using her hind hooves to propel her forward. She had not a care in the moon. She held no thoughts of Equestria, her sister, food, water, or even the comfy feel of a freshly made bed...

She held no thoughts at all.

Pushing ahead absent-mindedly, she noticed something different in the distance. It wasn't like what she normally saw. (The pale single shade that was the moon.) It was different, being that it was colorful and intoxicating. The sight brought some activity back into Luna's head. She perked up and picked herself up off the ground, heading for whatever that strange thing might be.

Slowly approaching the object, she gradually received a better view of it, until she could finally make out what it really was. "A birthday cake?" She said, a new found life shooting its way back into her. She galloped the fastest she could muster towards said object. Quickly, she found herself closing the gap between her and it, but as she cleared most of that length, she stopped mere inches away from it.

"Not, this time..." she said in a low tone, narrowing her eyes suspiciously at the cake. She began circling the cake, looking for anything that would seem out of place in the rich, silky deliciousness that was the cake. Its sides were laced in a purple icing that begged to be eaten. The top portion was decorated with a stunning perfect alignment of every star in the night’s sky, and at the very center of it all, was a big, appetizing full moon.

Despite the fact that her sister had yet to send her anything other than a prank, Luna slowly reached a hoof out to graze the icing layer. She closed her eyes when her hoof made contact, and snagged a small portion of the creamy purple frosting. She reopened her eye, genuinely surprised that nothing had happened...Yet.

Not listening to a word of the common sense her brain screamed at her, she raised her hoof to her mouth and licked the icing off. Again, Luna was surprised to find out that, instead of being made of dirt or poison, it was actually real, non-poisoned, icing. Luna quickly found herself unable to resist the deliciousness of the starry night cake as she began to dig her hooves into it.

Sadly, instead of actually digging into it, the cake exploded with a deafening boom, sending chunks of the once flawless cake to cover Luna and the part of the moon that surrounded her. Luna's eye twitched and her ears went flat and sad looking, her cake now destroyed and turned into tiny little chunks of... delicious cake. Suddenly, her ears perked up and she smiled at the cake mess. "Food," she said quietly, before licking her face clean in one swoop of her tongue, and diving into the smashed cake pool. She did back strokes and made angels in the one inch cake puddle, eating as she did so. Until, she came across something that didn't taste like cake.

It tasted like paper.

Luna spat the sheet out of her mouth, and unfolded the wet glob with her magic. She read the note:

"Dear Luna,

I know sometimes we don't get along, and we fight. But, I just wanted to let you know that I do care for you. To hopefully make up for all those terrible pranks I have played on you over the years, I made you this cake.

"Why a cake?" you might ask, well recently, it has come to my attention that there is no food on the moon, as it certainly does not consist of cheese. Which would mean you haven't eaten in over two years. I couldn't bear the thought of you starving, hence the cake. I do hope you enjoy it, sister, it was a blast to make.

P.S.

Happy Birthday, Lulu.

Sincerely your’s,

Celestia."

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Location: Canterlot Castle's Lounge.

Celestia sat on a red, silk throw pillow by the fireplace, indulging in sweet, sweet irony that was cake. She watched the flame trickle back and forth, finding it quite hypnotic. Almost as if the flame was calling to her. That's when the flame shot up, scorching all that was around it,  including Celestia. Luckily, she had closed her eyes in the nick of time, saving them from the blast.

She quickly reopened them to assess the situation. She saw the distraught remains of her once favorite room. Although, the fire that had caused the damage had died down, it still left its make on the room. Anything within 6 feet of the blast was covered in ash, and the rest didn't fare too well either. The chairs were knocked over and ruined, the curtains torched, the priceless hoof painted portrait of Celestia herself was malted - and that's what happened to the better half of the room.

Not a sound in the room echoed, all was quiet. All but the small pile of ash that consisted of her now deceased fireplace, it gave off a nice smouldering sound to go with the room's new look.

All Celestia could do was blink at the rubble, trapped in a blank state, until she saw the sealed envelope that sat on the fireplace-ash. Snapping out of her trance, she engulfed the letter in a golden aura, and levitated it over to her. She unfolded and read the letter:

"Dear Sister,

I am writing this letter to inform you that I have received your cake, and would like to give you my thanks. The cake was simply scrumptious and explosive in taste, which made me feel wrong as to take such a cake without giving something in return. That's why I have decided on making you something myself. I do hope you will like it.

Yours truly,

Luna.

P.S.

If you're interested in your gift, look up."

"Look up?" Celestia repeated, "What could she-" Stopping mid-sentence, Celestia raced to the window, pushed it open, and brought her attention to the sky, more specifically the moon. See gagged in horror at what she saw. Displayed for all to see on the surface of the moon, "All Hail Tyrantlestia," was written. Celestia was frozen in a gaze of horror, not just because of Luna's “lies” ,but because she could hear the sound of hundreds of ponies laughter echoing from Canterlot. The sheer humiliation of it all drove Celestia into an unconscious state...

...Or, maybe it was the moon rock that impacted on her forehead.

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Meanwhile, on The Moon.

"Head shot!"