Daleks’ Invasion of Equestria

Chapters

Chapter 1: The Storm of Steel
Chapter 2: The Conversion Begins
Chapter 3: The Army Grows
Chapter 4: The March of Steel and Fury
Chapter 5: Three Years Later…
Chapter 6: Life in the Prison Dimension

Chapter 1: The Storm of Steel

One day in Ponyville, everypony is doing their own thing and everything is going great.

The warm glow of Celestia’s sun filtered through the windows of Carousel Boutique, casting a golden light on the polished floors and intricate fabrics that filled the shop. Rarity was completely in her element, needle and thread weaving through shimmering fabric with precision only she could manage. Fluttershy stood patiently, her wings slightly extended, as Rarity fussed over the latest design.

“Oh, Fluttershy, darling,” Rarity said, stepping back to admire her work, “this gown will be the absolute pinnacle of autumn fashion! The colors, the silhouette, it's simply—”

“Perfect?” Fluttershy offered with a shy smile.

“Exquisite!” Rarity corrected with a flourish, her horn glowing softly as she adjusted a hem.

Meanwhile, over in the Golden Oak Library, Twilight Sparkle was hard at work, her quill scratching rapidly across a scroll. Spike sat beside her, yawning, but dutifully organizing books on the shelf.

“Spike, make sure you write down ‘Always forgive your friends, even when they make mistakes.’ It’s an important part of Princess Celestia’s teachings on friendship,” Twilight said, her eyes focused on the parchment in front of her.

“Already written, Twilight,” Spike replied, letting out a sigh. “But how many notes do we need? You’ve written, like, ten scrolls already today!”

Twilight smiled sheepishly. “Friendship is a complex subject, Spike. You never know when we might need to reference something!”

Overhead, a streak of color flashed by—Rainbow Dash, flying through the skies of Ponyville. She looped and twirled with her usual flair, leaving a rainbow trail in her wake. Flying was where she felt the most alive, and nothing could compare to the feeling of wind in her mane and the freedom of the open sky.

At Sweet Apple Acres, Applejack bucked trees in the orchard, sending apples tumbling into baskets below. The thud of hooves meeting bark was as rhythmic as the steady heartbeat of the farm itself. Apple Bloom and her fellow Crusaders—Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle—were holed up in their clubhouse, plotting their next big adventure.

“We could try cutie mark crusader acrobats!” Sweetie Belle suggested excitedly.

“Or lion tamers!” Scootaloo added, her wings buzzing with excitement.

Apple Bloom scratched her chin. “Or we could—”

Whatever she was about to say was cut short by a sudden burst of light streaking across the sky. It was like a comet, blazing bright and fierce as it descended somewhere beyond Ponyville, toward the Everfree Forest.

High above, Rainbow Dash noticed the fiery object first, screeching to a halt mid-flight. “Whoa! What the hay was that?” she said to herself, her curiosity immediately piqued. Without wasting a second, she zipped off toward the source of the strange phenomenon.

The Everfree Forest was as dark and foreboding as ever, but Rainbow Dash wasn’t one to be intimidated by the eerie trees or the rustling underbrush. She darted through the canopy, scanning the area until she saw it—a large metallic object nestled in a clearing. It was unlike anything she had ever seen, an enormous structure, round and gleaming, with strange symbols etched across its surface.

“A spaceship?” she whispered, her eyes wide with awe. “This... is... so awesome!”

Without hesitation, she descended, landing just outside the strange ship. Her heart pounded with excitement. “Okay, Rainbow, just go in, take a look around, and then you’ll be the first pony to explore an alien ship! How cool is that?”

She pushed through a small hatch at the base of the ship and entered. The interior was dimly lit, with an unsettling hum resonating through the walls. Panels and controls flashed with lights she didn’t understand, but the sight made her giddy with wonder. As she wandered through the narrow halls, she couldn’t shake the feeling that she wasn’t alone.

After what felt like hours of exploring, Rainbow turned to leave. But as she approached the exit, a mechanical voice echoed from behind her. It was cold and emotionless.

“Exterminate.”

Rainbow froze, her heart racing. “W-what?” She spun around, eyes wide, searching for the source of the voice.

“EX-TER-MI-NATE.”

The word reverberated through her bones, chilling her to the core. She stumbled back, her wings flaring as she prepared to make a break for it. But before she could move, a beam of energy shot out from the darkness, enveloping her in a blinding light.

When Rainbow Dash regained consciousness, she was no longer in the ship. Instead, she was in a strange, sterile chamber. She groaned, trying to shake off the disorientation, but something was wrong. She felt... heavy.

Her eyes widened as she looked down at herself. She was wearing a tight, black jumpsuit, the material cold and metallic to the touch. A silver stripe ran down the middle, and her cutie mark—her beloved lightning bolt and cloud—was crossed out with a thick, ominous line.

“What the—?!” She tried to tear the suit off, but it wouldn’t budge. Panic surged through her as she realized the material was fused to her skin, unyielding.

Then, with a sickening click, a metal helmet appeared from nowhere, hovering above her head. It snapped into place, the visor materializing over her eyes, casting everything in a strange, red tint. She struggled, trying to fight against the force overtaking her, but it was no use. The helmet’s grip tightened, and her body moved against her will.

“No! I’m Rainbow Dash! You won’t—” Her words cut off as her voice became mechanical, her thoughts muddled. She could feel the invasion taking over her mind, forcing her to conform, forcing her to obey.

She was a robopony now, enslaved by a power beyond her understanding.

To be continued…

Chapter 2: The Conversion Begins

Rainbow Dash hovered above Ponyville, her movements no longer fluid or lively but cold, mechanical. A quiet hum emanated from her wings as she carried out the Dalek’s orders. Her once brilliant eyes were now hidden behind a cold, reflective visor, scanning for targets.

Her first stop was Carousel Boutique.

Inside, Rarity and Fluttershy worked on a new design, the soft sounds of the sewing machine blending with their conversation. The boutique was filled with light, warmth, and the gentle chatter that came so naturally between friends.

When Rainbow burst through the door, the atmosphere changed.

“Rainbow Dash?” Rarity looked up from her sewing, a puzzled smile on her face. “What a pleasant surprise! It’s such a lovely day out—surely you’re not stuck indoors like us?”

But something was off. Rarity’s sharp eye immediately honed in on the strange metallic sheen of Rainbow’s outfit. Her smile faltered as she approached, her horn glowing slightly as she used her magic to lift one of Rainbow’s wings for inspection.

“What is this dreadful thing? Rainbow, darling, you simply must change out of this at once.”

But Rainbow Dash stood still, silent. Her visor flashed faintly as it scanned the room, locking onto Rarity.

“Rainbow?” Fluttershy’s timid voice came from behind Rarity. “A-Are you okay?”

There was no response.

“Rainbow Dash, answer me!” Rarity demanded, her voice rising as she waved a hoof in front of Rainbow’s face. “What in Equestria has gotten into you?”

Suddenly, a low hum filled the air. Without warning, Rarity was lifted off the ground, suspended in mid-air by an invisible force. She let out a gasp, kicking her legs as her magic flickered uselessly.

"Rainbow! What are you doing?" Rarity shouted, struggling against the telekinetic grip that held her.

Fluttershy cowered in the corner, trembling, her wide eyes filled with fear. “R-Rainbow, stop! Please!”

But Rainbow Dash’s visor only flickered as she turned to leave. In an instant, Rarity disappeared, teleported away from her boutique, leaving Fluttershy behind, shaking and terrified.

Rarity materialized in a dark, sterile chamber. The walls were smooth, polished metal, illuminated by harsh overhead lights. Her heart raced as she banged on the surface, demanding to be released.

“Let me out of here this instant!” she shouted, her voice echoing in the hollow chamber. "Do you hear me? I demand you release me!"

But there was no answer. No sound, save for the unsettling hum of machinery around her.

Then, without warning, a panel slid open, revealing a series of ray guns that emerged from the walls. Rarity froze, her mind flashing with panic. She prepared herself for the worst, thinking she was about to be disintegrated on the spot.

But instead, the guns fired beams of energy that began forming a metallic jumpsuit around her front area (her flank and hind hooves are still normal). Rarity screamed, her front hooves flailing as the suit wrapped tightly around her, covering her once pristine coat in cold, dull metal. The fabric clung to her, suffocating in its rigidity.

"NO! NO! THIS IS HIDEOUS!" she shrieked, trying to tear it off, but the material was unyielding.

Her distress only deepened when she felt a strange buzzing sensation in her flank. Her eyes widened in horror as her cutie mark began to glow, then faded, a thick black "X" slashing through it.

“No… NO! What have you done to me?!”

Before she could continue her protest, the final piece of her transformation appeared—a helmet, equipped with a visor just like Rainbow’s. It descended onto her head, her horn barely poking through a hole at the top.

As soon as it locked into place, Rarity felt a sharp pain in her mind. She screamed, clutching her head, trying desperately to resist the influence surging through her.

But it was no use. The pain intensified, clouding her thoughts, drowning out everything but a single command.

"Obey."

Her screams faded, replaced by a dull, robotic calm. Her once vibrant, expressive eyes dimmed beneath the visor, now cold and calculating.

Rarity—now fully robotized—stood still, awaiting further orders from the Daleks. She had been transformed, body and mind, into a servant of the Dalek invasion.

And now, like Rainbow Dash, she too would help to bring Equestria to its knees.

To be continued…

Chapter 3: The Army Grows

Twilight Sparkle trotted down the nearly empty streets of Ponyville, her gaze drifting from one shuttered window to the next. Something felt off—no, wrong—but she couldn’t quite put her hoof on it. Spike, perched on her back, squinted at the eerily silent village.

“Why is everypony hiding?” Spike asked, his voice low and uneasy. “It’s like they’re avoiding us.”

Twilight shook her head. “I don’t know, Spike, but we need to find out. Maybe somepony’s just playing a prank, or maybe there's some event we didn’t hear about.”

They wandered through the market square, where stalls sat abandoned, a few tipped over as if their owners had fled in haste. Twilight stopped in the center of the square, her heart beating faster now. “This isn’t just a prank.”

Suddenly, a loud, mechanical whirr filled the air, echoing off the buildings like a warning bell. Twilight turned toward the source of the sound just in time to see a bright flash of light—before everything went dark.

When Twilight awoke, her entire body felt heavy, as if she were trapped in a thick, unyielding shell. She groaned, her limbs sluggish and unfamiliar. As her vision cleared, she saw Spike beside her, eyes wide with panic. Both of them were encased in strange metallic suits, sleek and cold to the touch. Twilight’s heart raced as she looked down at herself. Her once lavender coat was hidden beneath the armor, and on her flank, where her cutie mark had been, there was now a black X—like it had been erased.

"Spike, what... what’s happening?” she gasped, struggling to move.

Spike tried to speak, but all that came out was a garbled, static sound. His little body was also clad in the same metallic suit, his face slowly being covered by a visor that was locking itself into place. Twilight’s panic escalated as she felt something similar happening to her. A helmet closed in around her head, leaving only her eyes exposed as a visor slid down over them, dimming her vision with an eerie red tint.

"No!" she shouted, trying to cast a spell, but her magic fizzled out. The suit was dampening her power. She could feel her thoughts becoming... foggier, less her own, as a strange robotic voice echoed in her mind: You will be upgraded. You will serve the Daleks.

Twilight’s heart pounded, her mind racing for a solution, but it was too late. Both she and Spike were now under the Dalek’s control.

Meanwhile, deep in the Everfree Forest, the Cutie Mark Crusaders—Apple Bloom, Sweetie Belle, and Scootaloo—were sneaking toward a strange metallic structure that had crash-landed in Ponyville recently. Its shiny, alien surface gleamed in the dappled light, casting eerie shadows that only fueled the trio’s excitement.

“Cutie Mark Crusaders Alien Explorers, yay!” they shouted in unison, creeping closer to the ship.

“We’re gonna be the first ponies to ever explore a spaceship!” Scootaloo beamed, fluttering her wings in anticipation. “This is gonna be awesome!”

Apple Bloom pushed open a panel on the ship’s side, revealing a dark corridor filled with glowing lights and strange machines. The Crusaders exchanged nervous but excited looks before stepping inside, their hoofsteps echoing in the vast, empty space.

As they moved deeper into the ship, Sweetie Belle’s ears perked up. “Wait... do you hear that? Somepony’s here!”

They turned a corner and gasped in unison. Standing before them were Rarity and Rainbow Dash, their gazes blank and distant. Sweetie Belle’s heart leaped with relief. “Rarity! Rainbow Dash! We were so worried! Where have you been?”

But Rarity didn’t respond. Her expression remained eerily vacant, her eyes dull behind a visor similar to the one Twilight had. Sweetie Belle’s relief quickly turned to dread as she noticed Rarity’s body was encased in the same sleek, metallic suit that Twilight and Spike wore. Sweetie Belle reached out and touched her sister’s hoof, recoiling as she felt the cold, unfeeling metal beneath.

“Rarity... what happened to you?” Sweetie whispered, tears welling in her eyes.

Scootaloo nudged Rainbow Dash, but the same blank stare greeted her. “Rainbow Dash?” she asked, her voice trembling.

Without warning, both Rarity and Rainbow Dash raised their hooves. A bright flash of energy engulfed the Crusaders, and before they could scream, they were teleported away.

When the trio woke up, their bodies felt wrong—stiff, like they were no longer in control. Sweetie Belle blinked, trying to shake off the dizziness, but when she looked down, her heart sank. She, too, was now wearing a sleek metallic uniform, her once soft white coat hidden beneath cold steel. On her flank, instead of her long-awaited cutie mark, was a black X.

"Wh-What...?" Apple Bloom stammered, looking down at herself. “This... this ain’t right...”

Scootaloo’s wings twitched under the metal armor, her face pale as she realized what had happened. “We... we got our cutie marks...” she muttered, her voice hollow. “But they’re... they’re wrong!”

Sweetie Belle’s eyes filled with tears as she touched her flank, the X mocking her dreams. “No... no! I don’t want this!”

Suddenly, their helmets activated, visors snapping down over their eyes. The Crusaders screamed, trying to rip the helmets off, but they were stuck—moving them even an inch caused searing pain as strands of their manes were pulled taut.

“Get it off! Get it off!” Scootaloo cried, her hooves clawing at the visor. But no matter how hard they tried, the helmets wouldn’t budge.

As the struggle continued, the Crusaders’ movements slowed, their thoughts becoming less frantic, less their own. The suits were taking over, dampening their free will, just as they had done to Twilight and Spike.

Sweetie Belle’s tears fell silently as the robotic voice echoed in her mind: You will serve the Daleks. Obey.

The Crusaders, like so many before them, had been claimed by the Daleks’ invasion.

Pinkie Pie was busy working at Sugarcube Corner, humming her usual happy tune as she arranged freshly baked cupcakes on display. The scent of warm frosting filled the shop as she wiped her hooves on her apron, smiling brightly. Everything seemed perfectly normal, until the cheerful jingle of the front door’s bell rang.

Her ears perked up, and she bounced over to the counter. "Oh! A customer!" she chirped excitedly. "Hiya! Welcome to Sugarcube Corner! What can I get—"

Her voice trailed off as she looked up. There, standing in the doorway, was Twilight Sparkle. Or at least, what looked like Twilight. But something was... off.

Twilight’s lavender coat was replaced by cold, metallic plating, her wings sharp and mechanical, her once gentle eyes glowing an eerie red. Even her horn sparked with blue electricity. But Pinkie, always one to see the bright side, didn’t immediately register the danger.

"Hey, Twilight! Cool costume! What can I getcha? A cupcake? Or maybe a muffin? Ooooh, or some brownies?"

Twilight’s glowing eyes locked onto Pinkie, and her voice, once full of warmth, now sounded robotic and hollow. "I require… more slaves."

Pinkie tilted her head in confusion, one of her ears twitching. "More slaves? Hmm, that's a weird order. Do we even sell those? Lemme check the back—"

Before Pinkie could bounce away, Twilight's voice rose, cold and emotionless. "Exterminate!" she boomed, her voice echoing throughout the bakery. The sudden outburst shook Pinkie to her core, freezing her in place. Her usually boundless energy seemed to drain as a cold shiver ran down her spine. Her eyes went wide in fear.

"Wha... what did you say?" she stammered, her legs wobbling beneath her.

But there was no time for an answer. Before Pinkie could react further, Twilight’s horn flared, and in a flash of bright light, she disappeared from Sugarcube Corner, leaving the familiar warmth of the bakery behind.

When Pinkie Pie finally regained consciousness, she found herself lying on a cold metal surface. She blinked a few times, groggy and disoriented. As her vision cleared, the horror of her situation dawned on her.

Her body was encased in a cold, metallic uniform. Her pink fur and vibrant mane were hidden beneath the heavy armor, and her cutie mark—the very essence of who she was—had been X-ed out, replaced with a black cross. Panic set in, and she struggled to move, but the suit’s powerful servos restricted her every motion.

"N-no! What is this?!" Pinkie cried, her voice shaking. "Let me out of this thing!"

Above her, a helmet with a dark visor slowly descended, ready to lock onto her head. She thrashed, trying to avoid it, but the metal clamps around her hooves and body held her in place. The visor finally clicked into place over her face, and she could see the world only through a tinted, red lens.

"No! Please! I don’t want to be a robot!" Pinkie screamed, but her voice echoed hollowly in the metallic suit. The transformation was complete. Her mind was now linked to the Dalek’s control network.

Pinkie Pie, the Element of Laughter, was no longer in control of her own body.

Elsewhere in the metallic fortress, more familiar faces had met the same grim fate. Trixie Lulamoon, Vinyl Scratch, Cheerilee, Lyra Heartstrings, and Bon Bon stood in cold, silent rows, each outfitted in identical metal uniforms. Their eyes, once full of life, were now hidden behind identical visors, their minds enslaved to the Daleks.

Inside the Dalek command room, the lead Dalek surveyed its new army, its single eyestalk glowing ominously. "The invasion will commence. All resistance will be futile. Equestria will be ours."

A distorted, robotic voice chimed in, one that had once belonged to Twilight Sparkle. "The Elements of Harmony will fall. Begin… the extermination!"

The Dalek army, now reinforced by some of Equestria’s most beloved ponies, marched forward, ready to unleash chaos upon the land.

In the heart of Canterlot, Princess Celestia stood on the balcony of her castle, looking out at the horizon with a growing sense of dread. Dark clouds were gathering, and a strange energy filled the air. Something was coming, something terrible.

"Princess," a guard called out, rushing up to her. "Reports are coming in from all over Equestria. Ponies are disappearing, and strange metallic creatures have been sighted."

Celestia narrowed her eyes, her heart heavy. "We must prepare for war. Twilight… my faithful student… where are you?"

Unbeknownst to her, Twilight, now a twisted version of her former self, led the charge of the invasion. Equestria’s fate was hanging by a thread, and the battle for its future was about to begin.

The Daleks had arrived, and their conquest of Equestria was underway!

To be continued…

Chapter 4: The March of Steel and Fury

The sky over Ponyville was darkened with a strange metallic shimmer, casting long, ominous shadows over the once-peaceful town. The thrum of marching hooves mixed with the clanking of Dalek machines echoed through the air, sending chills down the spines of the remaining ponies. Ponyville had seen its share of dangers, but this—this was something new. Something terrifying.

The Daleks had come, and they brought with them an army.

At the front of this terrifying force, ponies that had once been familiar faces now moved with mechanical precision, their eyes devoid of emotion. Controlled by the Daleks, these enslaved ponies marched in unison toward Ponyville. Silver Spoon, who had always stood beside Diamond Tiara, was now marching as part of the Daleks’ army, her eyes glazed over, no trace of recognition in them.

Diamond Tiara stared in horror from behind a crate where she was hiding, her heart pounding. She had always been the one to lead, to command, but now? She was helpless. Worse than helpless—her best friend had been taken. Silver Spoon… no… She covered her mouth to stifle a sob as Silver Spoon moved past, no longer the filly she knew, but a puppet for the Daleks.

Beside her, a group of ponies huddled in terror: Button Mash, Starlight Glimmer, Cheerilee, and the Cake family. They had no choice but to run, but there was no escaping the Dalek-controlled army. The invaders were capturing anyone in their path, teleporting them away with a flash of blinding light, only to be enslaved and added to the terrifying ranks.

Button Mash, trembling in fear, tried to bolt, but a sharp metallic voice echoed from the darkness.

"CAPTURE THEM!" The order was clear, and in an instant, a Dalek appeared before him. A beam of energy enveloped Button, and in the blink of an eye, he vanished, leaving behind nothing but empty air where he once stood.

"No!" Starlight Glimmer shouted, her horn glowing as she tried to blast the Dalek, but her magic was useless against the cold, unfeeling might of the machines. Another beam struck her before she could react. She too was teleported away.

Cheerilee, the ever-hopeful schoolteacher, tried to shield Mr. Cake and his children. “Run, I’ll hold them off!”

But there was no holding off the Daleks. Cheerilee vanished in a flash. Mr. Cake, clutching his twins, could only watch in horror as his wife, Mrs. Cake, tried to flee with Flurry Heart in her hooves. But the Daleks were merciless.

"EXTERMINATE!"

The blast struck Mrs. Cake, and in an instant, she was gone. Deleted from existence as if she had never been there. The same fate befell Flurry Heart, her tiny form disappearing into nothing as the Daleks advanced on the Crystal Empire, enslaving Cadance and obliterating anything that stood in their path.

Diamond Tiara couldn’t breathe. She watched as her world crumbled before her. Her father was gone, her best friend was gone, and now, Mrs. Cake and Flurry Heart… were simply erased. She crawled out from behind the crate, desperate to find any way to save Silver Spoon.

But it was too late.

A Dalek rolled into view, its cold eye-stalk turning toward her. “EXTERMINATE!” it screeched.

Diamond Tiara barely had time to scream before the blast hit her. She was gone, as if she had never existed.

In the heart of Ponyville, chaos reigned. The streets were littered with ponies who had tried to flee but couldn’t outrun the unstoppable force. Mayor Mare had been vaporized, her leadership reduced to a memory. Big Macintosh, the strongest pony in Ponyville, had tried to fight, only to meet the same fate. Nurse Redheart, tending to the wounded, had been struck down without mercy. Roseluck, too, had been erased, the flowers she carried crushed beneath the relentless march of Dalek power.

And still, the army marched on, unstoppable, cold, and precise.

At the edge of town, Princess Twilight Sparkle stood tall, her wings flaring, her eyes hard as steel. Behind her, an army of Daleks hovered in formation, their metallic bodies gleaming in the dim light. Beside her stood Rainbow Dash, her mane unkempt, her eyes locked on the destruction before them.

“This is our victory,” Twilight said, her voice devoid of the warmth it once had. "Ponyville is ours. The Daleks will be pleased."

There was no hesitation, no flicker of doubt in her gaze. Twilight Sparkle, Princess of Friendship, had fallen. In her fall, she had brought doom to all of Equestria.

As the Dalek fleet descended on the horizon, their harsh voices screeching in unison, Ponyville was lost.

Deep in the shadows, in the forests beyond the town, a spark of hope remained. A few ponies had escaped, and they watched in disbelief as Twilight declared her victory. There had to be a way to fight back. There had to be a way to save Equestria.

Unfortunately for now, the Daleks reigned supreme and the ponies of Equestria were at their mercy.

To be continued…

Author's Note

Oh no, the following ponies have been enslaved:

Silver Spoon
Button Mash
Cheerilee
Starlight Glimmer
Mr. Cake
Pound Cake and Pumpkin Pie
Princess Cadance and the Crystal Empire ponies

The ponies that have been exterminated from existence:

Diamond Tiara
Mrs. Cake
Flurry Heart
Mayor Mare
Big Macintosh
Nurse Redheart

Chapter 5: Three Years Later…

The air in Discord’s realm was thick with the weight of three years of sorrow and uncertainty. It was a surreal haven, a patchwork of impossible landscapes and floating fragments of Equestria that no longer existed. Here, they were safe—but they were also trapped, survivors in a world that had ceased to feel like home.

Fluttershy sat huddled in a corner of the sprawling, chaotic living space that Discord had crafted for them. Her soft sobs were a gentle, heart-wrenching sound that echoed across the otherwise eerily silent room. Applejack had her hoof around Fluttershy’s shoulders, her hat tipped low over her eyes, trying her best to keep her own sorrow at bay. Nearby, Discord hovered awkwardly, his mismatched arms offering comfort in the only way he knew how—by turning the tears into butterflies, which flitted about before disappearing into nothingness. But it wasn’t enough. Nothing seemed enough.

Twilight Velvet paced near the window that overlooked the churning, kaleidoscopic skies of Discord’s domain. Her mind was elsewhere—on Twilight, her daughter, missing since the day the Daleks invaded. Her heart ached with each thought of her, wondering if she was still alive, or worse, if she had been… exterminated. Her mind refused to linger on that thought.

By the hearth, Granny Smith stirred a bubbling pot of something vaguely resembling soup. The scent wafted through the air, a reminder of simpler times back at Sweet Apple Acres. But even cooking had lost its warmth; the joy of the old Apple family traditions had faded in the wake of everything.

Princess Celestia and Princess Luna stood at the far side of the room, deep in conversation. Their regal appearances were worn down by years of failure, their usual confidence gone, replaced by furrowed brows and the weight of leadership in impossible circumstances. Shining Armor paced nearby, every step heavy with worry. His thoughts were singular: How do we bring them back? How could they possibly return the exterminated to life when the Daleks had vaporized entire cities?

In the corner, Fluttershy’s voice broke through the silence, quivering and fragile. “M-maybe… maybe we should just surrender…”

The room froze. Applejack’s grip on her tightened, and all eyes turned toward the yellow pegasus, wide with shock. Even Discord stopped in his tracks, his usual carefree expression replaced by something darker, more serious.

“Sugarcube,” Applejack whispered, “you can’t mean that.”

Fluttershy hid her face in her mane, trembling. “What’s the point of fighting anymore? The Daleks… they’ve already won. I’m just… so tired.”

The room fell silent, the weight of her words pressing down on them. A deep, collective sorrow settled over the group, like the closing of a final chapter.

Suddenly, a voice cut through the tension, firm and filled with purpose. “That’s not an option.”

Everyone turned, startled by the sudden intrusion. Standing in the doorway was a stallion none of them expected—Doctor Whooves.

The earth pony, usually seen around Ponyville tinkering with strange devices, looked different now—worn and tired, much like the rest of them, but his eyes burned with determination. He stepped into the room, glancing at each of them in turn.

“Doctor?” Twilight Velvet blinked, confusion mixing with a glimmer of hope. “What are you doing here?”

“I think the better question,” Doctor Whooves said, striding forward, “is how do we stop the Daleks and save Equestria?”

Discord floated down, his eyes narrowing at the sight of the Doctor. “You…” he muttered, his voice suddenly filled with ancient memories. “I should’ve known you’d show up eventually.”

Doctor Whooves glanced at Discord with a knowing smirk. “Old friend,” he said, the words carrying a weight of shared history. “I’m surprised you haven’t caused more chaos. But I suppose even you have your limits.”

Discord huffed, crossing his arms. “Oh, I could’ve done plenty. But these are… special circumstances.”

The others exchanged confused glances. There was clearly more to this relationship than met the eye.

Princess Celestia stepped forward, her eyes narrowing. “Doctor, if you have a plan, now is the time to tell us.”

Doctor Whooves nodded solemnly. “I do. But it won’t be easy. In fact, it might be the hardest thing any of you have ever done. But it’s the only way.”

Applejack, still holding Fluttershy, looked up. “We’ll do whatever it takes, Doc. We’ve been waitin’ three long years for a way to fight back.”

The Doctor motioned for everyone to gather around, his expression grave. As they formed a circle, he pulled out a small, intricate device from his saddlebag. It was a strange, whirring contraption that seemed to hum with energy. “This is the key to saving Equestria,” he explained, “but it requires all of us to act—together.”

“What does it do?” Princess Luna asked, her voice edged with curiosity and caution.

Doctor Whooves glanced at her. “This device can reverse time. Not just for a moment, but for an entire timeline. It’s incredibly dangerous, and the Daleks—well, they would never allow it if they knew. But if we can activate it, we can send the whole of Equestria back to a time before the invasion. Before everything went wrong.”

Shining Armor furrowed his brow. “But what about all the ponies who were exterminated? Can this bring them back?”

The Doctor’s eyes softened. “Yes. If we succeed, it will be as if the invasion never happened. But the risks are immense. Time isn’t meant to be rewritten on this scale. There are… consequences.”

Discord rolled his eyes. “Always with the consequences, Doctor. You’re no fun.”

“Consequences?” Celestia’s voice was steady, but there was a flicker of fear behind it. “What kind of consequences?”

Doctor Whooves sighed. “Reality could… fracture. If we fail, Equestria could be lost forever—not just destroyed, but erased.”

Fluttershy’s tears slowed as she looked up at him. “But… we have a chance, don’t we?”

The Doctor nodded. “Yes. And it’s the only one we’ve got.”

The group exchanged glances. They had all lost so much—friends, family, their world as they knew it. But in this moment, with Doctor Whooves before them and the flicker of hope he carried, there was a choice to be made.

Applejack stood tall, her eyes filled with determination. “Then we fight. We do whatever it takes to save Equestria.”

One by one, the others nodded. Fluttershy, wiping her tears away, stood beside Applejack. Celestia and Luna squared their shoulders, their regal authority returning. Twilight Velvet, still worried for her daughter, set her jaw in resolve. Shining Armor placed a hoof on the Doctor’s device, ready to defend it at all costs.

Discord floated above them all, arms crossed, a sly grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Oh, this is going to be fun.”

Doctor Whooves smiled faintly. “Then let’s begin.”

With a flick of his hoof, the device in his saddlebag whirred to life, casting a faint glow over the room.

The battle for Equestria’s future had begun.

To be continued…

Chapter 6: Life in the Prison Dimension

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