All things considered

It was a cool summers night with the moon high in the sky glowing its white light over  the little town called ponyville.

There where hoofsteps near the fountain at its center even as everypony was already fast asleep.

Only the librarian’s bedroom window showed a small outward glow, hinting there was still somepony awake probably reading a book on Social Development or what not.

There where no noises, the birds where asleep in their nests, the bunnies slept in their burrows, the chickens rested their eyes for a moment and the ponies snored in their comfy soft beds within the safety of their wooden houses. Outside the cosy Safe gardens a figure slowly walked towards a shop with a sign featuring three candy bars. A dark red glow emited from within the iron lock of the smal door, making the old door lock open with a barely audiable soft  “clunk”.

The door opened very slowly as the shadow slipped in. It walked through the owners livingroom like it was his own home. In the kitchen stood a little white table where a pastel mare with pink and purple hair was currently snoring ever so slightly, apparently fallen asleep while making some kind of minty bleu, bright pink  and dark purple striped scarf with heartstrings and candy designs stiched in to it. “If this plan works it will be great.” The figure walked sneakishly past the mare as she started to wake up. The mare was about to open her eyes when she felt a warm blanket around her. Snuggling up against the soft surface the mare started dozing off again. After prying Its arodynamic linnen cloth-like limb from between the mare and the chair where she had fallen asleep, the unwanted guest looked for what possibly could have woken her up when It saw the problem. it wasn’t a pleasant sight at the least. blue eyes widend as the shadow noticed a brightly bleu mare having a horn atop her head with a look of utter dread on her face from discovering the nearly jet-black intruder holding her soulmate within his feathers probably only five hoofsteps away. After his soft wings where no longer being pulled in an embrace to keep away the fresh breeze now flowing through the open frontdoor he walked towards the petrified bleu mare, one hoof at a time. “clop” “clop” “clop” “clop”

A very weak and quiet voice trembled on the verge of tears for her possible impending doom. “an alico..”

It was then that she felt a hoof held gently to her lips to silence her. “sleep”, said a voice that seemed to echo deep through her mind as she saw the dark-red glow of magic seep from the horn above his ocean blue eyes making her counsiousness gradually fade into darkness. Lyra could only feel that she was being caried upstairs into her bedroom and weirdly enough tucked in as if she was a little filly again being put to bed by her father. It felt unnervingly pleasant. After tucking the mares in, the sneak-mode went back on. Looking through drawers and cabinets searching for that óne thing, the privacy-crasher found lots of things probably not ment to ever see the daylight. His expedition brought him through piles of souveniers from journeys to far lands like Zebrica with these striped jungle hats, Eurony’s mini colts royce figureens, pokerchips from Las Pegasus, photo’s from Mareamie and even some clams and pearls from Ponanthis, and that was a sunken sea pony city for Celestia’s sake.

There were also painted plates, dresses, instruments with a lot of them being heartstrings, there where even some very suggestive undergarments to cause one’s wings to expand.

Eventhough that’s exacly wat happened, manouvering still wasn’t a big challenge to overcome.

“Wait a sec…  that’s it!”  the unexpected house guest at last found what he was looking for.

With a fast flash of dark-red magic the door was locked once more.

With the sun still a few hours away the shadow looked at the library which was now dark, apparently the eager reader must have finished the book. He knew that eager honey bee, she couldn’t lay down a book untill she had fully read its contents. The purple book reading mare named Twilight sparkle was the target. The dark form flinched as a pink earth pony walked right past him either oblivious to his existence or not caring about him except for the fact that she accidentally brushed his face with her tail as she passed. The mare then did what she was known for in that idylic little town: doing the most pointless things ever to come to one’s mind. “why is she hiding a ball in that small birdhouse next to her door?”   before closing the door behind her the mare winked in the dumbfounded thief’s direction wispering: “if you’re going to do what I think your going to do, then I better get some  sorry-if-you-didn’t-find-it-funny-cupcakes.” The trespasser raised an eyebrow “okay? I guess..?”  the mare gave a big smile before going inside. He took one more look at Luna’s beautiful night sky admiring its stars before assending and gliding to the second story balcony of the library. Once landed, the previously airborne house raider looked around on the balcony and saw something that almost made him blow his own cover with laughter. Barely containing his giggles. “did she really think a key under a pebble on the balcony wouldn’t be obvious?”  he picked the camouflaged housekey out of the only pebble on the balcony and opened the door into the room where Twilight slept. As he walked in thoughts of doubt ran through his mind, “is this really a smart idea?  I’m sooo dead..  I can do this..  it must be done!”   There he was standing at Twilight’s side only inches away with the horrible tool in his mouth, placing it within his hooves ready to do what had to be done. His left hoof held the item with the  pusher verticaly, his right hoof high in the air. He was ready..

The right hoof started going down with the pusher as its target, as his hoof came down everything appeared to go in slow motion, the hoof came closer and closer. The hoof forcefully pushed the button down.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!”

Twilight screamed harder, higher and louder than any royal canterlot voice ever could, easily overshouting anything else that could make astonishing noise.

She fell out of bed onto the floor with a painful sounding “thud”

The mare was in shock and couldn’t  comprehend, understand or even believe whether or not what had just happened really had happened.  The attacker could only roll on the ground with laughter at the poor purple unicorn’s expense. He could have laughed for hours on end, but understood that staying at the scene of the crime wouldn’t be the smartest thing.

He regained his composure before sprinting to the balcony and with a sharp curve flying towards the fountain, where ponies woken up by the scream where gathering to talk about options on how to storm the house and save Twilight from her possible attacker. That person in question in the meantime mingeled with the crowd to evade exposure followed by capture. Although he couldn’t really contain his laughter as the pink pony suddenly out of nowwhere stood right next to him with a tray of cupcakes and a lot of supressed giggles. At that moment Twilight sparkle herself walked out of her house instantly and succesfully pinpointing her fiendisch visitor between the crowd. Although it was hard to wrestle yourself through a crowd that demanded to know if you’re okay, Twilight got through them and tackled the shadow in the night to the ground shouting in his face.

“WHAT IN CELESTIA’S NAME DO YOU THINK YOUR DOING!

WHY DO YOU PUT AN AIR HORN TO MY EAR IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT!”

The now attacked attacker shook his head to shake the ring in his ear off and fake-smiled as best he could. The grounded suspect and the interigator both blushed largely when somepony in the crowd noticed there “positions on top of one-another” and responded with an embarassing shout out “make out!!”   In a seconds notice the librarian jumped of of her captive and took considerable distance.

The crowd of ponies including the assailant and the pink mare instantly started laughing, exept for an obviously annoyed sleepy brown-haired colt with an hourglass cutiemark who decided to just go.

Twilight got a cupcake hooved over to her with an apology from Pinkie for not warning her, but warning somepony about a prank was just silly anyway. The dark joker on the other hoof, instead of apologysing splashed fountainwater on Twilight challenging her to come play with him in the fountain. A challenge Twilight was more than happy to comply to, and with a few more misplaced splashes came a few more ponies like the pink pony named Pinkie Pie, Colgate who was avenging her  now soaking wet nightgown, Berrypunch who spilled her booze in the fountain, Raindrops who was staying the night at Derpy’s, Derpy and her daughter Ditzie playing in the fountain for fun, Mayorpony who realy could use some time off and Sweetiebell who went to play eventhough her big sister Rarity said she couldn’t. About forty-five minutes later only four ponies where left: the flooded dark colt, Pinkie Pie, Twilight sparkle and Berrypunch, but she had passed out from to many sarsaparillas.

Pinkie would bring berrypunch back home, Twilight said her goodbyes and went back to bed and the contemplating colt thought over the next plan of action.  ”hmmm..  my stomach could use some stuffing”  he started walking towards sweet apple acres to get himself some apples.

As the night came to an end so came the start of a new day as the princces of the night “Luna” lowered the moon from sight and the princces of the day “Celestia” raised the sun, bathing Equestria in its beautifully orange light to anounce yet again a new moment to grasp and hold dear.

After grabbing a buck load of apples, the splash king started flying back home towards Canterlot castle, aproximately a 6 hour journey by train from ponyville or 4 hours if you go flying with your wings asuming you’re a pegasus or an alicorn. He figured it be best to get home before breakfast, otherwhise there would be trouble to pay. The night pranker started his way to canterlot.

After a few hours the flyer rejoiced, a bright smile on his face when he saw the barnhouse on what looked like a big acre, but instead of the luscious plant- and animal life; instead was only dead land with a few in formation hauled rockes. He didn’t care how bad the residents aparrently where at growing vegetables. For all he knew was that in that barnhouse would be somepony to wave welcome to the farmflyer and offer him pie for some reason every time the colt flew by the house. When he touched down, as if on cue two mares ran out of the house. their father was still standing in the doorway. “sooo..  you decided to give us a visit on your way home anyway?” , asked the shy grey mare winking with a small smile.  “inky..?  what else do you think he would be here for this early.. well..?”, scolded her bold dull blue sister.  “w-well..” the father shook his head dismisively at the constantly re-ocurring display of ignorance from his silly fillies while the now less interesting visitor simply blinked in confusion. “hmmm..” after hearing a satisfying click indicating the gears in his head succesfully searching for a plan over his now acceptable options he went for distraction, trying to exesively yawn very loud whilst streching his two wings around the sisters motioning them to go inside. As the mares entered the house a hoof blocked the entrance for the new guide followed by their father wispering in a hushed tone as he glared with his demonic stare: “if you as even touch my girls again in any way, I’ll make a new coat of your pelt. Understood boy?”  a moment of silence fell between the two ponies, giving the intimidated guest a bad feeling of weariness and the scenery of a dead farm wasn’t realy helping. “I guess I can probably resist the urge”   the hoof blocking the path moved out of the way, but upon entering he could still feel that deathstare in his back. Once inside he emediately got a piece of strawberry-pie shoved in front of his face. “all good in ponyville?  And pinkie?” asked the bold sister straight to the point.  “blinky.. there have been no disasters in ponyville for a change and and your sister is still happily random as always, whe played with some others in the ponyville-squere fountain having splash battles.”  “ Really!?” Exclaimed inky.

While munching on his piece of pie the messy eater told about the reason for the battle.

blinky started lauging pointing a fronthoof at his face shouting: “YOU LITTLE FOAL, hahahahaha. Your whole face is UNDER the strawberry syrup!” suddenly inky stood of his right giggling with a hoofkerchief and a mirror in her hooves, showing the face-covered colt how funny he looked.

Inky started gingerly whiping his face clean against his will with the hoofkerchief, with her sister rolling on the ground from the petronisement of the now allmost cleaned unsubmissively strugelling guest refusing anymore emberrasing whiping. “when I was a little foal I used to spill it everywhere too” inky cooëd, only to get him snapping at her “I’m just as old as you! Stop rubbing my face, I can do it myself!” after profused cleaning, joking, apologysing for laughing and giggling the four ponies walked outside. “bye” called the two mares to the now airborn messenger as he quickly flew out of sight.