Nogla

It was midday by the time I had woken, I was laying down in the mud, my entire right side hurt like hell, the side laying on the ground. That is the last time I jump out of a chariot while it’s flying through the sky… Man, I can’t show my face literally anywhere, can I? Ponyville has ponies who think I killed somebody, Canterlot has ponies who think I killed somebody, and everybody everywhere else will think I will kill somebody.

I’m just… so done honestly. I thought that at least Celestia would have my back. Sure, Celly was more than willing to give me a chance to prove my innocence, but the thing was, I had to prove my innocence. I, some random teenager that was unfortunate enough to end up in this stupid, fucking, dimension, would willingly kill somebody in said dimension because… What would my motive be? The pony I killed wasn’t one I could physically recognize at all… Heck, I had two princesses adopt me and treated me like I was actually their son.

I had every reason not to kill anybody.

Yet because I was found with the body, I was immediately assumed to be the murderer. I wanted to get the body to a hospital or something, get the pony identified, so we can at least tell the family of the pony who died…

I can’t really dwell on that for long, can I? I’m in a forest with stuff that’ll likely try to kill me, so I plan on not dying… I looked at my watch, which was surprisingly still intact, and clicked a button on it. Holy shit, it has a compass in it! If I keep heading north, I can hide somewhere around the Crystal Empire until the portal opens up, and then I can go home after sneaking in.

If I make it. There’s absolutely no way I can get there on hoof without at least starving to death.

I’ve no idea how long I’ve been walking, but what I do know is that I’ve managed to make my way out on the other side of whatever forest this was. I was still limping, since I’m sure something inside of me is broken, but I’m still alive. Nothing has tried to chase me, thank god for that, and I managed to find a little cave for me to live in. Y’know, if I learn how to changeling and shapeshift, I could easily walk to and from the town I was just at for food and supplies.

I groaned the very moment I got off my hooves, and laid on my uninjured side to see my carapace was cracked. There was a tiny bit of blood, but so far, I could tell nothing was wrong beyond bits of my carapace digging into the soft flesh underneath it, which actually hurts like hell. Well… This was not how today was supposed to go. I rolled onto my stomach and laid my head on my hooves.

I can’t go home, I can’t make a home in Equestria, I have nowhere I can call home. My actual family thinks I’m dead, my adopters think I killed somebody, and now likely think I’m dead. Luna seems to hate me with every fiber of her being and I could barely understand what Celestia was thinking of me… Was jumping out of a flying chariot a good call? I mean, I was going to die when I can’t defend myself in court, and I am alive, but what’s the point?

If I don’t die to some animal, I’ll die of starvation. Celestia(I think Luna is happy with thinking I’m dead) might send somebody to look for me. Then whoever they send will drag me back to Canterlot where I will promptly be beheaded for murder and attempting to flee while under arrest. I can’t, for the life of me, use any magic thanks to this dumb ring on my horn. I don’t know why, but it just stops me from being able to use magic, so I can’t even really defend myself.

Thinking back to it now, I really did warm up to the princesses too quickly. They were just being so… nice that I couldn’t help myself in getting attached to them. It’s in my nature to be friendly with anybody I meet, it’s how we Irish do things after all, and was willing to actually call both Luna and Celestia family in a few years.

Look where friendship gets you; a fucking cave in isolation. It only fucking helps that I can see Canterlot from the mouth if the cave.

I cried myself to sleep, not caring if something just kills me while I’m sleeping.

Third person

In Canterlot, the Royal Sisters have just arrived back at the palace. Both were completely silent, and had been since their prisoner had basically committed suicide just to get away from them; they watched Nogla jump out of a flying chariot down into the Everfree Forest. If the fall didn’t kill the changeling, then something like a timberwolf will, and if that didn’t kill Nogla, there were plenty of other monsters that would consider the changeling an easy meal.

“Princess Celestia,” Raven Inkwell walked up to the Princesses. The receptionist noted the severe lack of a changeling in chains, but chose not to dive into that matter. Her clientele didn’t seem happy about their missing prisoner.

“Yes, Ms. Inkwell?” Celestia said, wearing a content mask.

“Sergeant Dagger requests an audience with you. He has something he would like to show you.” Celestia nodded, and Inkwell had turned to Luna. “I believe you should accompany your sister; it has to do with the murder of… Quick Buck.”

“So the identity of the victim has been discovered in our absence?” Luna asked while walking along with her sister and Ms. Inkwell.

“Indeed they have.” Inkwell said as they made their way to the throne room.

When the princesses made it to the throne room, they stopped almost immediately. Sitting on his rump, was Sharpened Dagger, Nogla’s personal guard. That wasn’t what had shocked the Sisters, as there was a changeling, sitting in ropes, glaring at the guard. Sharpened side eyed the changeling for a moment before standing up to bow.

“Your highnesses,” Sergeant Dagger stood up from his bow. “I have found a changeling, the very thing responsible for the murder this morning.” Sergeant Dagger nudged the changeling. “You best speak up, or things will not be pretty for you.”

“Fine,” The drone snarled. “I killed that stupid pony to set your cute little drone up! Are you happy?” The drone laughed. Dagger looked at the princesses after tying the changeling’s muzzle up to shut it up.

“I believe we owe Prince Nogla an apology. Is he in the dungeons?” Celestia and Luna had frozen in place; a mixture of shock and grief broke Celestia’s usual, polite mask. Luna on the other hoof, just looked guilty. “Your Highness? You did find Prince Nogla and retrieve him, correct?” Sharpened Dagger asked.

“We did, Sergeant…” Princess Luna choked for a moment. “But Nogla, while in the chariot, decided to make a getaway; he jumped out over the Everfree forest, but couldn’t fly because we had bound up his wings.” Luna looked up at her sister, who was doing her best not to cry. “I have reason to believe that Nogla is long dead, either from the fall, succumbing to his wounds from the fall, or to one of the many dangers that the Everfree possess… Prince Nogla is dead.”

Sergeant Dagger took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and took several more deep breaths. Over the short period of time his ward was placed under his eyes, Prince Nogla had proven to be a good foal despite being a changeling. While the Guard had never understood how or why the Princesses would have adopted a changeling, the changeling in question was somewhat polite and friendly. Even if the drone seemed a bit nervous in crowds, likely due to Nogla being assaulted the first time he was left without Dagger’s, or the Princesses’ present out in public.

And he was dead. The kid had most definitely died because of what had transpired today. The guard’s ears flattened against his head when Princess Celestia, for the first time in front of any guard in recent history, had started crying.

Nogla.

Three years later…

Sunlight creeped into my cave, shining in a way that almost perfectly made my humble little home feel very cozy. In the center was a firepit with a pot that I had stolen, it was boiling water, with nothing in particular. Just some potatoes, carrots, something. No matter how much I had eaten, I still felt hungry. Granted, I was still doing fine, but I just always felt hungry when I was in my cave.

However long it’s been since… My crimes, I don’t know, nor do I care. This was honestly a nice life, I stayed in my little cave, farmed a few crops, mainly potatoes(it was one of the only plants I knew how to care for that was edible), and lived a rather lonely life. On occasion, I did consider going to Ponyville, but I think the town may be gone at this point. Because now, where Ponyville stood, was a castle. It was tall, tall enough to the point that I could see it past the massive forest that acted as a border between my land, and Ponyville’s. It kinda looked like a nice, crystal tree, and it was probably Twilight Sparkes’ castle. A Princess needed a castle.

Ah, the thought of dealing with a Princess now made me laugh. If I waltzed on into Ponyville, I’ll probably get my head chopped the fuck off for being a changeling.

I mean, now I wasn’t a Prince, there simply wasn’t a way for me to be a Prince. I ‘killed somebody’ and then went missing for… however long it’s been. My pocket watch was my only source of knowing that an hour passed, but it had no dates on it.

I looked at myself in a puddle of water, my makeshift mirror, taking note of how rough I looked. My carapace, once smooth, and flawlessly shiny, was covered in dirt, and the right side of my face had a few cracks in the face plate. In fact, there were several cracks in my carapace, a nice souvenir I had picked up after jumping out of that chariot oh so long ago. It was just kinda funny thinking about it, why did I think that was a good idea? I will never know. Why couldn’t have that day just gone as planned, where it ended with not being framed with murder, and using Luna as a pillow.

That was a name I hadn’t thought of in years.

My horn was now a weird shape, having to grow around the ring that was still stuck on my head, that prevented me from using magic in any capacity. It made me angry because of how excited I was to have access to magic, only to not be able to use it at all.

Soon after I was done inspecting myself, I was engulfed in green flames as my form began to change. Now, staring back at me, was a pony, a stallion that was roughly about as old as I was. Which I think was seventeen or eighteen at this point. I had a light gray, scruffy fur coat, and an even scruffier black mane. I may not like going into towns, but it did keep me from having to look at those stupid, big, blue eyes that belonged to a monster. At least like this, I resembled a person enough to not be killed on sight by another pony.

And I could do this while I have this ring on my horn, so this was actually kinda useful. I’ve no idea how it works, but it’s still pretty cool.

I took the pot of water, potato and carrot soup, and placed it off to the side to let it cool down. Well… I might as well go forage in the forest to see if I can find anything.

Over my time of living on the outskirts of this forest, I’ve noticed one or two things. Mainly how just about every animal in here will try to kill me if given the option to. On occasion, I do manage to find a manticore who won’t try to rip my head off my shoulders, and I end up wrestling with them, but that was pretty rare. There was a Hydra somewhere with a mustache, where one side looked like somebody cut their tail off and tied it to that side of the mustache, but that didn’t really matter to me. The Hydra usually left me alone, so I left it alone.

Now timberwolves, those were the most dangerous thing in this forest. Canine-like entities(I can’t even call them animals, you’ll see why), that were made up of wood and only seemed content with killing and eating anything remotely pony shaped. Given that I am pony shaped, and often disguise myself as a pony, I was a prime piece of meat on the menu for timberwolves. There were a few times where I considered just trying to see if I could tame one and keep it as a pet so I wouldn’t be lonely, but that always came with a possibility of me dying.

Anyways, I found a few things, mostly wood, dirt, and rocks. There really wasn’t a lot in this forest. On occasion there was a tree with apples in it, and that was always a fun treat, but other than that, there was nothing.

Something rustling in the leaves brought me away from my thoughts, like considering if I should take a rock home to try and eat it or keep it as a pet to talk to, and I got ready to run when I saw a pair of green, glowing eyes. The very eyes of a timber wolf, which likely meant I was going to die even if I tried to run. The only way for me to get away most of the time was to climb a tree and wait until the timberwolves lost interest in me.

That, or fly away if I had enough room to fly.

What came out of the bushes was not something I had fully been expecting. What hopped out of the bushes was indeed a timberwolf, but it was about the size of a puppy. It probably was a puppy. It sniffed here and there, before its eyes fell on me. Its mouth opened to reveal a cute little leaf tongue… That is cute. How can something so cute become something so dangerous? I knelt down and held a hoof out.

“Hey there…” The timberpup waddled over to me cautiously, sniffing at my disguised hoof, and then I moved my under the pup’s jaw and started rubbing away. The timber wolf pup took to me almost immediately, wagging his little fern tail, ears perked, and eyes shut as I continued to pet the little guy. Holy smokes, this guy is so cute! Oh I want to keep you, you cute little pony eater! I picked the little guy up, who was surprisingly okay with me doing so, and placed him on my back. Fuck, now I’ve gotta go to somewhere with a library, and then read up on timberwolves.

Because this dog, even if it was made of wood, was still a dog, and I’ve always wanted a dog. What twelve year old boy hasn’t thought of getting a puppy at some point?

A cat person, that’s who.

“C’mon little… Sapling,” I chuckled at my amazing name. “Let’s go to a library and read up on you! Then we’ll go home and have some cold potato and leaf soup, and you can have… some dirt I guess.” The pup barked, which sounded adorable and scary at the same time, before it curled up close to the back of my neck, and went to sleep.

I found something to live for, and now my entire emotional well being is anchored to this dog.

Me and Sapling were now on the other side of… the forest. I'm certain the place has a name, given how big the place was, but I never really got the chance to talk to literally anybody during my self imposed exile. Sapling was now happily trotting beside me, tongue lolling out, trying to get me to play every now and then, which was more than happy to oblige with. Most of the games involved me chasing him, or vice versa, but we never really broke the direction we were walking in despite our games of chase.

It was like Sapling knew where we were going and stuck to that path.

“Well bud,” I took a deep breath, making sure my disguise was holding up. “Let’s get in, find a book about you, and get out.” Sapling barked before continuing to trot beside me as we approached town. The entrance to… Ponyville, so the town was still standing, was just shortly after a bridge over a small stream, and… we were in Ponyville. Considering how dangerous the forest we were just in, Ponyville is ridiculously close to the edge of said forest.

Maybe I should learn the name of ‘The Forest’ while I and Sapling leave for my potato farm outside of a cave.

Several ponies waved at me as I passed by, only to do a double check at the puppy on my back, before taking a few steps back. Sapling didn’t seem to care about the large amount of distrust and possibly hate going his way and it made me jealous. I wish I had the brain of a dog sometimes, just don’t care if somebody hates you, just keep going and pee everywhere. Or just sniff everything like Sapling was doing right now. The pup was trying to get a smell at just about anything that he could from on my back.

The main thing I noticed while walking was all the decorations that were up, like they were almost exactly like Halloween decorations. Jack O'lanterns, carved pumpkins, fake skeletons, everything. The whole thing was eerily too similar to Halloween to be normal, but I suppose parallel universes tend to have similar holidays, right? There were a few decorations that seemed off, like they almost looked like Princess Luna, if the Princess was given a darker coat and was then demonized.

Like fangs, dragon eyes, a snake like tongue, the whole ‘monsterification’ treatment. How the hell a holiday that does that to one of the Princesses, and is still legal to take part in, is beyond me. However the heck Luna let a holiday like this slide is whatever, because I won’t be here long enough to find out about what this holiday is about.

Now where is the library? If I recall correctly, the only library in town was an oak tree, but I can’t seem to find it anywhere. I really want to hurry this trip up before I end up running into a pony who’ll recognize my voice.

“Hey there!” I jolted when somebody, somebody’s voice that I recognized, sounded like they were calling to me. Fuck, I kept on walking, only to nearly come muzzle to muzzle with Pinkie Pie, the Element of Laughter or whatever title she held. “Hey there! Are you new in town?” Pinkie asked. I nodded dumbly, not opening my mouth. “Well, that’s awesome!” I was handed an envelope. “You’re now invited to my Nightmare Night and Welcome to Ponyville, Stranger Party!” What the fuck? Did Pinkie somehow get more hyperactive over the years?

“Uh… okay.” Pinkie then raised an eyebrow, and squinted her right eye.

“You sound familiar, but I can’t put my hoof on it. Are you a-”

“Oh would you look at that, my dog is really tired, and we need to get to a motel asap! See you at the party!” I shuffled away from Pinkie as fast as I could, praying to whatever benevolent god existed in this universe that Pinkie wouldn’t catch him again, only to jump when a chariot, with Royal Guards pulling it, banked around as it descended to the ground below… Princess Luna was in that chariot.

“Son of a bitch.” I whispered as Luna had actually disembarked from the chariot to glide down in front of me…

“Greetings subjects, I have returned for this year’s Nightmare Night!” Luna’s voice boomed. Why was Luna… Oh, Pinkie’s standing next to me. Maybe I can still get away- “You’re a new face, are you new to Ponyville?” Luna was now standing right in front of me.

“Uh… yeah. Let’s go with that.” I did my best to suppress my accent. “I was just passin’ by with my timber wolf. I suppose I can stay for Nightmare Night.” Ha, a fat fucking lie that is. As soon as Luna turns her back, me and Sapling are gonna head back to my cave, and try to find the library again another day.

“Your accent… I have only heard such an accent once before.” Luna began to inspect the pocket watch hanging over my breast. “And that pocket watch… Where have you found such a thing?”

“In the Everfree forest. It was… just lying on the ground.” Sapling hopped off of my back for some odd reason while I spoke. I could hear a slight whistle sound while Luna stared at me suspiciously. It was then that something slammed into my right side.

Narrator

“Look out!” Rainbow Dash had screamed a moment too late, slamming into a gray, unicorn stallion she had not seen before, bracing for impact as she came crashing into the poor fella. “Oh my gosh I am so sorry… Sorry?” Instead of the stallion she had accidentally crashed into, there laid an unconscious changeling, an unreformed one at that, laying on the ground and having begun to stir. “What… the… heck?”

What was equally as strange, the changeling’s horn looked a bit… off. If one looked closely, they would notice a little bit where a magic prohibiting ring had been, and still was, on the drone’s horn.

“Ugh…” the previously suppressed accent was now thick and rich. The voice that the accent accompanied was deep, far deeper than what Luna had remembered, but she made no action. Like Rainbow Dash, the Princess of Night was shocked at the sight, but for an entirely different reason.

“The feck hit me…?” Nogla slowly brought his hoof in front of his face after rubbing the side of his head for a solid minute straight. The changeling slowly looked away from his hoof before looking himself over. “Oh… fuck.” Nogla quickly shot to his feet, keeping his eyes on Luna while slowly backing away. “Sapling, let’s get the hell out of here.” Only then did both ponies notice the timber wolf puppy that was sitting by the changeling drone.

“Wait!” Nogla paused as he had turned around, turning his head to look at who had beckoned him; it was Luna. “Is… what I am seeing true?”

“Don’t act like you’re actually happy to see me, Princess. I’m lucky that you haven’t already blasted me to pieces yet,” Nogla almost snarled. “Because all I am is a simple, changeling drone. Doom to serve my Queen for all-“

“Hold it there, bud, Chrysalis was defeated two weeks ago,” Rainbow said, making Nogla turn to the pegasus, before turning to walk away.

“Nogla,” Luna spun the drone around with her magic. “I… My sister and I know that you didn’t kill anypony.” The Princess stopped when she saw, for just a moment, Nogla’s eyes widened, before shrinking back to a normal size. “And I am sorry for how I was treating you…”

Nogla didn’t say another word before calling his timber wolf to him, and continued on his path home.

Nogla

I dropped to the floor of my cave with a deep sigh. I did not expect to run into Princess Luna at all today, and boy did I hate it. The whole spiel about ‘you’re innocent’ and ‘I’m sorry’ simply didn’t change what had happened however long ago it’s been. It happened, I was treated like the scum of the Earth, and I had to fend for myself for at least three winters. No matter how many times you say sorry, Luna, I will not return to you or Celestia.

Hell, Celestia’s probably forgotten about me after a month or two.

And I don’t think I’d want to be in pony society ever again. So far it just seemed like if you weren’t a pony and looked slightly carnivorous, then you were Satan’s spawn, and you should be eliminated. That fucking ice cream shop owner in particular stood out to me, as I had tried to keep him from getting in trouble, and he immediately assumes I’m also trying to mind control them.

Oh yeah, don’t mind the weird look Rainbow Dash and everypony else was giving me when I was forced to undisguise myself because of physical trauma.

I walked over to my now lukewarm soup and took a sip out of it. Ah, nice, tasteless, yet nutritious… School lunch chicken sandwiches were better than this. Sapling trotted over to me, leaned against my side, and was giving me puppy eyes that were way too cute given that they’re glowing, green dots of light.

“I’m pretty sure you’re the only creature I’ve met that doesn’t hate me for being a changeling… I don’t even register as a human anymore. It’s been so long, so, so long since I was a human that I pretty much only think of myself as… this freak.” I sighed. “How the fuck did I go from a timid, study focused freshman to… this?” I looked down at Sapling, who was simply just staring up at me.

God, I’ve just met this puppy, and he was already my emotional support animal. It’s… just so easy to vent to an animal, or spirit that is shaped like an animal. I offered Sapling a potato, but the timberwolf shook his head, which made me smile a little bit.

This little bugger was making sure I was emotionally stable and we've just met. He’s not even being food motivated, likely because Sapling doesn't even need food like a normal animal would. I picked up my new pet, nuzzled him, and held him close to my chest. Not once did Sapling complain, and suddenly I didn’t feel so empty. This, this was home, and I’m perfectly happy with that.

I was having a lovely little nap, emotional support wolf spirit in my hooves, just relaxing after being stressed out the day before when I heard a bunch of women's voices. They all kinda meshed together, so I couldn’t understand what was being said, and I didn’t feel like getting up to try and greet them; it was better if I just remained hidden and out of sight, then they couldn't hurt me. Even better, they won’t even know I’m here if I remain silent and keep Sapling in here.

Of course, my little buddy wakes up and is immediately on high alert.

Aw, you adorable little bugger. You’re not going to be able to do literally anything to a pony, especially not a unicorn anytime soon, and yet you’re still ready to fight intruders. I love you, Sapling, which is why I am keeping you in my arms so you won’t run outside. Though my efforts may be for naught, as the voices were approaching my cave for some stupid reason.

“Hello?”

God fucking dammit, can y’all go away? I groaned, sat up, and thought about disguising myself, but then I had a thought. If somebody was looking in specifically in this cave, then they probably already knew what I was and why I was here. So I may as well get up, go outside, and face my executors or whatever. So I trotted over to the mouth of the cave to see… Twilight Sparkle and her friends. At first they all seemed a little shocked, before Twilight greeted me with a cheerful little smile and voice.

“Hello there, I am Princess Twilight Sparkle, and you are?”

“Drone twenty seven-”

“That’s the same changeling I crashed into yesterday. The same one that Luna called ‘Nogla’. Same timberwolf pup, same pocket watch, same cracks in the carapace. What the heck is even up with you?” Rainbow Dash asked. “What’s even more important, if you are who I think you are, shouldn’t you be either dead, imprisoned, banished, or banished and imprisoned to wherever you’ve been banished to?”

“Well, considering the last time I last saw Princess Luna, I basically committed suicide because she was gonna execute me, I jumped out of a moving chariot that was only a couple scores of meters off the ground. Into a forest full of dangerous, deadly monsters, then I guess if I were the Princess, she would be surprised to see that I’m still alive. Now, what are you six…” I caught sight of a new unicorn, who was a lighter purple, almost blue, unicorn… Almost a spitting image of Twilight save for slight color differences and mane styles.

“Seven are here for? To arrest me?”

“How… Long has it been since you’ve interacted with another pony?” Twilight asked.

“No idea. Probably during my arrest when I gave a merry little wave to the Princesses when I hopped out of the chariot… three winters ago. Dunno the date and time, hopping universes against your own volition, being held in the wrong universe for no reason, getting used to a new calendar, and then not having a calendar to read makes knowing the date and time of things happening very easy to know.

“Now, let’s get down to business. Why the heck does Princess Luna want me, a criminal in her eyes, wants me to come back? All I got was ‘you’re innocent, and I’m sorry’ because that’ll make me want to walk right back into her open arms, give her a hug, and pretend like this never happened. Forgive and Forget; a rather harmonious thing to go by...”

“Well… Rainbow Dash just told us that she crashed into you, and that Luna locked herself away in a motel room for the remainder of Nightmare Night,” Twilight said. So I guess she’s just being the mediator, because my previous captor is the perfect person to mediate with given she’s also mediating for the other three Princesses by being here. I already barely remember Cadance, but that was probably the only Princess I’ve got good memories of.

I hate the other three.

“Nogla, the Princesses miss you. Once they found out that you were innocent, they tried to look for you, only to find nothing. Not a body, not an alive changeling. Nothing at all; you were simply gone. Then they held a funeral for you-”

“After driving me to the point of basically suicide. I only knew them for about a week or two, Twilight. I opened up to them, way too quickly I might add, and then when I might, not definitely, might’ve committed a crime, Luna thinks I lied to her about not being from another dimension, and Celestia can’t decide if I’m innocent or not. I gave them my full trust, I wanted to love them and probably started loving them before I got chased out of Canterlot for a crime I didn’t commit. I didn’t just hop out of a chariot because it was a last ditch effort to get away, oh wondrous Princess, I was hoping I woulda died from the fall, or something ate me or whatever. Good thing there is no god, for I’m still alive!”

I walked over back to Sapling, who was sitting on his rump and cocking his head to the side, probably due to the whole conversation I had just had.

“Nogla, just come back, Luna-”

“Yeah, she cares. It’s why y’all are out here and not her. Fuck off will ya? I’ve got a dog and a small potato farm to take care of.”

“Okay, that’s it!” Rainbow Dash stepped up.

“Lemme recall correctly… Element of Loyalty?” Rainbow raised an eyebrow. “Well? Am I right?” Rainbow nodded. “Cool. Remember how I pretty much gave my loyalty to Princess Celestia? I’m assuming that whole thing with me being loyal to Celestia did, in fact, work out super well. Because get this, I got charged with murder, and I’m sitting here, talking to you instead of-”

“Listen,” Rainbow had tackled me. “You’re coming back with us.”

“Ah, threats. My favorite. How about this? You drag me back to the Princesses, and I will kill myself. I doubt that matters to any of you, but I will kill myself if you take me back to those sacks of shit-”

“Okay… I see we aren’t getting anywhere. C’mon girls, let’s go,” the new unicorn said, dragging Rainbow off of me, and trying to beckon the Elements out. Surprisingly, they obliged and left my cave.

Author's Note

nogla’s a wee it spiteful, eh?