Of Ponies and Muffins

Foreword:

        I know not what hell I have brought forth, but I know that it is going to be absolutely insane and will likely end in a cataclysm of epic proportions. May the celestial sisters have mercy on my pony loving soul. Also, be warned, these chaps contain several awkward sexual situations. Nothing that could be considered clop though.

Chapter 16: Lighting the fuse

        Alex awoke to the sound of birds chirping, ponies going about their business outside and the smell of freedom. Today was the day he was going to be free from the tortures of Luna and dreamwalking. He took a deep breath. “Today is going to be the best day ever.”

“Why?”

“Because today is the day I don’t have to do my service anymore and I get to go to a party and why the hell are you in my bed Pinkie?” He realized, unmoving in his bed. Last night was a complete blur. He recalled getting some cider with Pinkie then nothing else. “No, seriously, why the hell are you in my bed?”

“I’ll give you a hint, its a four letter word.” Pinkie replied, with a snicker.

Oh Celestia, she raped me? How the hell did she even...

“The word is food. You promised me pancakes after a drunken bet that I couldn't drink more than you.” She said, a rather flat tone to her usually bubbly voice. “I like mine with chocolate chips and whip cream.”

Oh thank Celestia, I thought I just had forced sex with a party pony. “Well, thats good. Wait, I promised you pancakes?”

“Yeah, thats what you said.” Pinkie then proceeded to reach under the covers and produced her hooves again, this time covered in sock representations of Alex and herself. She began with mimicking Alex. “Pinkie, I feel lucky tonight, I bet you I can drink more cider than you can.” Pinkie lifted her other hoof and began using to mimic herself. As you can imagine Alex had to resist the urge to make a “playing with yourself” joke. “Okey Dokey! Whatcha wanna bet on, Crimson?”. She switched back to the sock Alex. “I’m going to make you pancakes and you can stay the night at my place if I lose. If I win you have to teach me your secrets.”

“Okay... Pinkie, I just have one question.”

“Yeah?”

“Two, actually. First of all, why the hell do you have sock puppets of us, and more importantly where the hell did they come from?”

Pinkie thought for a moment. “I make sock puppets of everypony I meet. And I have socks stored all over Ponyville for reenactments of important events.”

Alex decided this was a case of Pinkie being Pinkie, and decided that it was a terrible idea to question it. “Alrighty then, guess I should start on those pancakes.” He then proceeded to get out out of the bed and walked towards the door. “Chocolate chips, right?”

“Yeah, but Crimson?”

Crimson began to open the door with magic. “Yeah Pinkie?”

“You probably shouldn't open the-” Pinkies sugared breath was wasted, as he opened the door he was assaulted by a surface to pony missile made of scales and adorableness. The missile in question was named Gummy, and had evidently come with Pinkie for the impromptu sleepover at Alex’s. After this moment when Alex was face latched by an alligator, he gained a rather rational fear of them. “Door... Say hi to gummy.”

The resulting scream from Alex was mistaken for a siren going off and several ponies went into their “Celestia is out of cake” bunkers. After calming down and using a crowbar that, for some reason, Pinkie had on her (she claimed it was for reenacting a scene and as an answer to a question), they pried off the pet alligator.

Alex proceeded downstairs and made the delicious grain based product, now with small chips of chocolate mixed into them. He served the product to Pinkie, who was somewhat grateful for them but broke the laws of science by tilting the plate up and eating the entire stack (he had made 10 pancakes) and never even chewed. She just kind of... Inhaled them. He swore he heard bones breaking in her mouth when she opened them and began to wonder if she may in fact be part snake.

After Pinkie left Alex got ready for the Gala. He had gotten a suit from Rarity, after he told her he need one for a funeral (technically he was not lying, social gatherings were usually the death of him). He had gotten a standard black suit and tie, so he was nothing special. He was curious what exactly had happened to Cameron. He had disappeared a while ago without an explanation, so for now he assumed that Cameron was likely being used for something illegal or possibly was now hidden in Rarity's basement and was now a creepy love slave. For his sake, he prayed that Cameron was actually dead rather than in the basement.

He put on the suit and tie, getting a look at himself in the mirror he had set up. He looked damn fine in that pimptastic suit. He turned around and levitated a fedora onto his head, tying his whole ensemble together. He was ready to go to a party and be freed from this employed hell he was stuck in. He just needed to survive for the next 2 hours before the train arrived.

He survived the initial 2 hours without a hint of trouble (bet you thought he was going to get into shenanigans, didn’t you?). However his time at the train station was a bit more insane. He sat at the trainstation, with his tickets to the gala in his pocket. Thats when he saw Pinkie and her friends walking up. In Dresses. Oh Luna, protect me for I am ROYALLY screwed.

Pinkie walked up to Alex. “Let me guess, you’re going to the Gala?”. Alex shook his head, knowing exactly where this was going. “Yay! This means that this is going to be an even better gala than last time!”

“Well, this is certainly going to be different.” Then it clicked in his head who he was standing near. Oh crap... “Pinkie, I have a question.”

“Shoot.”

“On a scale of 1-10, how hard is Rarity glaring at me right now.”

“Silly Crimson, not even Twilight could possibly mathematically calculate that.”

“That.... Was not the answer I was expecting.” He turned around as he heard the sound of a ruler hitting a hoof repeatedly. “Oh I am so screwed...”

“You are wearing that hat.... With that suit?” She said, a hard edge in her voice that made Alex feel as though she was physically cutting into his ears. Possibly with knives or a peeler of some sort.

“I regret none of my decisions. Besides, I think it looks good.” He was prepared for being pummeled into a juicy pulp. However no such beating came and he was surprised. Then he opened his eyes and was bitch smacked across the face by a ruler. “Okay, I deserved that.”

The train arrived at the station and the conductor came out. “ALL ABOARD!” Alex sighed and began to board the train. Then Rarity coughed behind him.

“Good luck in Canterlot, I have a feeling you are going to get a bit more attention than you bargained for. I have a feeling you may even walk away with a date.” She said, giving him a wink that screamed “I know something you don’t, and it's going to screw you over later”.

Since when is she so chummy?

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        Cameron awoke to the sound of Canterlot, which is essentially a louder version of Ponyville. He had gotten quarters in the castle since he was staying there organizing the gala and Celestia had not wanted him to leave and spoil the surprises he had in store for everypony. However today was the day the gala was being held and he was actually a little excited

Why do I feel so giddy? It’s a social gathering for the elite and snobby, and really anypony that has caught the public's attention. He recalled from writing the invites. I can’t believe that Alex is coming, and I am a bit afraid of what is going to happen if him and Pinkie start dancing. He shuddered as an image of Canterlot in flames burned behind a cackling Alex, while slow dance music played in the background.

“Pfft, like that could possibly... On second thought thats actually not an unlikely scenario, given his usual luck and finesse at things like this. Are you sure it was a good idea to write him that invitation? I honestly might begin to feel bad if we razed the city.” Replied Brian, who actually sounded like he gave a damn.

I think were... Mostly fine, so long as we can keep those two separated and NOT have Alex drink too much cider. I do have a contingency plan for if things go wrong and Alex begins to not feel sorry for party rocking.

“And that contingency plan is?”

Have the DJ use her gear to quite literally blast him out of Canterlot using pure, unrefined wubs. Not even joking, her poster mentioned that she had something called the bass cannon, so I hope for the sake of all Equestria that she was not bluffing on that.

“Am I the only one here who thinks that that solution may be a bit extreme? I mean, we're dealing with Alex here, not some mob boss who can kill off people if he thought that they were looking at him funny.” He reconsidered for a moment. “On second thought, this is not overdoing it. And he deserves every ounce of pain he gets. If he’s wearing my top hat again doubly so.”

Alright then, lets go talk to the princess. And so Cameron went bravely onwards to the throne room. He faced many dangers on this perilous journey, like a puddle of water and the fearsome wrath of Luna waking up early for the nights events.

He finally arrived at the chambers of Celestia, eager to tell her what he had planned for the event, however what he saw when he entered was a rather large cylinder being slowly lowered into the ground, with Celestia looking up with a smile on her face. He decided to ignore this since he wanted to get himself ready for the nights events. “Princess.”

Celestia turned her head towards Cameron. “Oh, hello there Shadow Feather. Do you like mmmm-bananas?” She said, the same grin from before persisting on her face.

“Yes princess, I do like bananas. Anyways i’m here to talk with you about the events for tonight. The decorations and buffet are set up already, but most of the entertainment still has yet to arrive. And I made sure to order extra pie and cake as per your request.” He said. “Furthermore I made sure to have the guards not be on duty. May I ask why you did not want them on duty tonight?”

She levitated a banana from a brown paper bag beside her and moved it over to Cameron, after peeling it for him. “Simple, last time was fun and I don’t want the guards ruining it and I think that they are entitled to a little bit of fun tonight themselves.” She took a bite from a banana she had already prepared for herself. “Besides, what fun is there in standing guard outside of a party?”

“None, I suppose. Anyway do you want to know about tonights specifics or should I just go and get ready?” He inquired, wondering if he would be standing there for an extra hour or if he could return to his room and get ready. He decided it would be a bit awkward if he didn’t eat the banana so he ate it with some speed.

Celestia tapped her hoof against her chin. “No, it should be a surprise.” She finished eating her own banana and motioned for Cameron to leave. “Now if you excuse me I have an important meeting about somepony or another complaining about their house being burnt down.”

Cameron shrugged and returned to him room to get ready for the night. He arrived at his room and looked over the ensemble he had created. All of its glorious pieces of being a simple hot pink tie that had the phrase “I’m just here for the cake” written vertically on it.

“I still can’t believe that that is what you are wearing...” Brian said, with a dash of disappointment in his voice. “You had a budget of over 200 bits and you only bought a tie. I mean, there were some awesome suits there! There was one that you could have worn to school and you would not have looked like an uptight prick! I never even thought that was possible to do in a suit.”

Yeah well, I planned this damn thing so I think I should be allowed to dress anyway I want. His nose began to itch. Oh that's weird, the last time my nose felt like this was when they forced Alex to sing in the school play...

“Wait, you can tell its the same kind of itch?” Brian asked.

Yeah, every time he sings it itches. It’s beyond bizarre. Even when he is singing in the shower it happens. He recalled memories of when he had used this power for evil, like when he had stayed in the school room and Alex had started singing in the bathroom.

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“I’m walking on sunshine, whoa oh. And it feels so good!” Alex sang. He only sang when he was alone and he made sure that no one was in the bathroom either. His phone rang and he picked it up, the ringtone of Capitan falcon saying “falcon punch” told him that it was Cameron. “What do you want?”

        *Oh not much, just thought that you should know that everyone in the room could hear your singing through the air vent. Just thought I should let you know before you came back into a room full of snickering students. See you in a few.*

        Alex closed the phone and stared into the mirror. Crap.

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        In truth Cameron had just told a absolutely hilarious joke and the class was still recovering from it, but the blush on Alex’s face as he sat back down in his chair told Cameron that he was dead on with the singing part.

And from that day onwards Alex never sang at school again. I do wonder what he is singing about though.

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        Meanwhile, on board the train heading towards Canterlot, Alex has come hoof to hoof with the mysterious magic of singing in Equestria. Think of it this way, its a infection that can only be cured via singing lyrics that mimic your personality or the instance. The effect of not singing is akin to having your vocal chords feel like they were being burnt. The particular instance was at the gala part two, which Alex had been roped into.

“At the gala, I will troll them, all those high class ponies.

I will show them, that i’m awesome, and I will mess with them all.

Their fury, it will fuel me, and I will become stronger.

In the end, I will win, and Canterlot will be on fire.

Tonight at the Gala!”

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Eh, he’s probably just singing under his breath on the train. The day he sings publicly is the day I stop trying to curb his madness.

Chapter 17: We Didn't Start The Fire

        The train arrived at the station and Alex blinked for a moment. Why the hell did I just waste bits on a train ticket... I can just teleport here. He face hoofed at the realization of what he had just done. Well, to late now. Best to just teleport up to the castle and get this over with. He focused his magic and thought of the entrance to the castle, when he opened his eyes he was standing at the front gate, with two guards standing watch at the door. He handed them the tickets and proceeded onwards to the gala. “Lets see, now if I were a buffet where would I be?

This all consuming thought was interrupted by a tap on his shoulder, when he turned around he was faced with a rather annoyed looking Cameron. “Oh hey, do you know where the... Why are you here and where did you get that awesome tie?”

        “To answer your first question, lets just say I reenacted your introduction to equestria but I wound up in the throne room and I caused a small crater. I was conscripted into organizing the damn thing. When I saw your name on the list of ponies I had to write invitations to I had a heart attack. Not even joking. Did you know they just hit you with a bolt of lightning here instead of using a defib? IT. HURTS.” He paused for a moment. “And to answer your second question, a store somewhere in Canterlot.”

        “Of course you wouldn't answer my question the way I wanted you to.” He tried to recall his thoughts from earlier. “So, you planned this thing? So you would know where the buffet is! Ha ha! Victory is mine!” He exclaimed.

        Cameron sighed. “In the left in the back of the room. And please for the love of Celestia don’t eat all of the cake. If we run out of cake there's a good chance we will wind up in a bunker 20 feet beneath the earth.”

Alex proceeded onward towards the buffet, but was stopped by a unicorn mare with blue pastel mane. “Oh hello there.” She said, almost as if she had bumped into him rather than the other way around. She continued to look up at the top of his head. “That's quite a nice... Hat you have there.” She licked her lips a little. “Wanna dance?”

        Alex was forced into thinking for a moment. Oh god, is this what fear feels like? “Uh, thanks for the compliment but I think i’m just going to be antisocial in the corner and eat cake. Lots and lots of cake.” He proceeded to walk away from the mare and felt terrified. Please don’t let this be my night.

There were several more similar instances to this over the course of the next couple of hours, after a while Rarity came up to Alex. “How is your night going, Crimson?” She said, a small smile on her face.

        “Mostly fine. Except for the fact that I think I’ve been hit on about 6 times in the last 2 hours. It’s kind of weird and awkward to be on the receiving end of that. You got any idea why Rarity?”

        “Oh thats a simple enough answer Crimson, you have a larger than average horn.”

        At the mention of this, Alex spit out the cider he had been drinking. “I’m sorry, did you just say I have been hit on because my horn is bigger?”

        “Well, yes if you want to put it into that sort of phrasing.”

        Alex had then had to deal with something that he had only ever seen happen in animes, he had a nosebleed there and then and a fantasized look on his face. He began to have unintelligible mutterings before he snapped back to reality. He cleared his throat. “Thank you, Rarity for this clarifying information regarding my current situation.” He used his magic to levitate a plate with some cake on it. “Here, as a token of my thanks.” She took the plate with her own magic. “Now excuse me while I go and hide in the colts room until this is over.” He began to slowly walk towards the restroom when he bumped into a white stallion with wavy blond hair who was arguing with a gray unicorn with a purple and blue mane.

        “Excuse me, aren't you going to say you're sorry?” The stallion proclaimed, a snooty upper class accent accompanying his words.

        Alex was prepared for dealing with this kind of pony in Canterlot, and now was a good a time as ever to keep to what he said he would do in his impromptu song earlier on the train. “Sorry, I don’t speak snooty upper class, good sir. Can you please get off of using your status for personal gain and act like a normal person, other wise i don't think I can talk with you normally.” If there was ever a time for him to have a trollface on, now would be the time.

        The stallion spoke up again. “Excuse me, I have quite the bit of status. I am prince Blueblood! And how dare you speak like that to me!”

        “To be brutally honest, I have never heard of you. Nor do I really care about who you are, or what your status in the world is. I could care less about if you are a royal or just a normal pony on the street”.

        Alex had just about enough of Blueblood’s snobbiness for one night and was ready to leave him to his devices. Blueblood spoke again. “It’s not like a unicorn of your color could ever be high up in the elite of Canterlot. That coat color belongs to peasants.”

Alex’s eye twitched. “Well, at least its easier to hide a stan when I get one. LETS SEE HOW YOU LIKE BLUEBERRIES, BLUEBLOOD”. He yelled as he took a pie with telekinesis from a pegasus that looked surprisingly like Cameron. He aimed the pie at Blueblood and threw with all of his might at the high class snob who he had come to absolutely hate.

The Pegasus yelled as he saw his pie transform from a delicious confection into an airborne weapon of mass consumption. “My pie!” The pie sailed towards it target, less than a foot from the white coated unicorns face it was stopped by his magic.

“That was terrifyingly close.” He said, wiping sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief.

The gray unicorn with a purple and blue mane who Alex had seen arguing with blueblood earlier ran up and dived to the side, using his hoof to drive the pie all the way home into Bluebloods visage. “Not close enough, Bluebitch!” The resulting pie to face smack knocked the high class pony unconscious.

Alex stood on his back hooves and used his magic to project his voice further than normal. “PIE FIGHT!”

And thus started one of the messiest wars in Canterlot history, latter dubbed as the great confectionary war at the gala. Epic songs and poems about the heroics of the brave souls who snackrificed themselves for many more, using their bodies as shields.

This carried on for several minutes until a stray pie found its mark on one of alicorns, the thrower of which was our dearly beloved Alex, who by this point had gained the nickname of “The crusted reaper”. The Alicorn in question was none other than the Princess of the night, Luna.

Chapter 18: In Which Alex Fights Princess Luna (AKA Canterlot in Fire And Flames)

Luna stood there, an unamused look on her face as the pie slowly dripped off of her muzzle. She turned her head towards Alex, who had covered his face with his hoof. “Art thou freaking kidding us?” If it were not for her learning patience when she was stuck on the moon for a thousand years, she likely would have turned Alex into a pile of fine red dust and/or mist. “We are changing the terms in which you have an early release.”

        Alex groaned. “Oh come on, I start one little pie fight at the grand galloping gala which YOU invited me to, and you take back what we agreed to? I hardly think that this is fair.”

        “We never said that we would not let you out early from your servitude, we simply want to change what it takes to get out early. It is going to be a fight between us.” She said, a small smirk on her face. “If we win you have to start all over again, however if you win you get out early and we owe you a favor.”

        Alex pondered this for a moment. “The terms seem fair enough, but this seems really one sided, its a below average unicorn versus an immortal goddess who moves the freaking moon without even trying.”

        “We know, thats why we are letting you decide the field in which the challenge shall take place, as well as what type of battle it is. If it is something challenge based thou must let us become acquainted with it.” She replied, rather calm and seeming quite confident in her abilities.

        Alex thought for a moment. Okay, so I'm not good enough to take her down in combat, so it should be something that i’m amazing at. He thought for a moment about what exactly he could do with his magic, the best things he was good at was teleportation and telekinesis, and he had modeled the way he manipulated things off of hands (hey, lets see you try and do something you have never done before without hands). Then he was struck by a mix of madness and brilliance at once.

        “Luna, I have a question. I've heard you're good at videogames, is that correct?” He inquired, modeling his question he had heard off of some of the rumors he had heard around town. He knew that they were mostly played by unicorns and the odd pegasus who were good enough at manipulating their wings. For some unknown reason the controllers were essentially the same in equestria as they were on earth.

        “Yes, we are rather adept at playing video games, what of it?” She said, a bit of wonder regarding the somewhat odd question.

        “Alright, now a question for Twilight.” He turned his head towards her. “On a hypothetical level, do you think you could create an interdimensional wormhole? I know where I need to go, but it’s just sort of... Not in this dimension.”

        Cameron sat at a table and face hoofed. I can easily see where this is going, but this is beyond ridiculous. If she could have opened a portal back home so long ago then why the hell has Alex not worked with her on it?

        “I think I can, but i’m going to need your assistance and a little bit of your power.” She replied.

        Cameron slammed his face against the table. You have got to be kidding me... “I feel like I should stop this here but I’m just not going to even try.” He added, only tilting his head as to not muffle his words. “Lets just get this over with.”

Alex walked over to Twilight and he provided her with the memories of his room, and then proceeded to use a variation of the teleport spell that created a wormhole. Alex turned towards the princess. “Hang on, I need to grab a few things. Then we can start.” He dashed into the wormhole.

Alex arrived on the other side, and quickly oriented himself to being bipedal again. Okay, that is a bit bizarre. He quickly grabbed the materials he needed, along with a few extra batteries as well. He jumped through the portal again and landed flat on his face from the sudden change of body. The Xbox and guitars slid across the floor in front of him, and the batteries followed in their wake. “Ow. That kind of hurt.

Alex got up and rubbed his head. “Alright Luna, I have decided on the field of battle. We shall play Guitar Hero, a video game I have quite a bit of experience with.”

Cameron looked up from his seat. Wow, he might actually win. This is actually becoming interesting. And here I thought Blueblood getting knocked unconscious during the pie fight was going to be tonight’s highlight.

Alex walked over and began to set up the xbox, he used Vinyl’s speakers for the sound and used a projector for the images and was put up on a giant canvas screen. With the gear set up he got ready for what was going to come. “The game is simple, Luna. You hit the keys on the guitar in time with what is up on screen. Ignore the creatures up there as well. They are just kind of there...

“Lets start with something simple, like Heartbreaker by Pat Benatar, on normal difficulty, after that then we can get to the actual challenge.” He said with a all knowing smirk on his face. If she wins that I will eat my own hoof. The screen started up, and he selected the first part of the challenge, as to warm up since he had not played in over a month and to gear Luna up for what was to come.

He played through the song. At the beginning he stumbled a bit but he quickly gained a hold on his skills and went perfectly through the rest of it. The end score for Alex was 95% on it and Luna scored a 97%. Pretty good for a beginner, now lets get through this. They were using magic for pressing the buttons through it and to make the best out of the situation he stood on his back hooves. He had stopped questioning how he was able to physically able to hold the guitar and chalked it up to a little mental folder he had labeled “equestrian madness”, so far it was mostly just filled Pinkie Pie’s shenanigans and Pegasus related stuff.

“Well, lets get this started.” He scrolled through the selection, picking what he had deemed to be his final battle against Luna. He finally selected the song he had chosen for the fight.

Cameron bolted up when he saw what Alex had picked. “Al... Crimson, you madpony! There is no way that you could ever win! This is madness!”

Alex turned towards Cameron, readying himself for a reply. “Madness? This isn't madness. This is Through the Fire and Flames on the hardest difficulty!” He turned around and faced Luna as the song started up, with the biggest grin you could have ever imagined on his face. The song began and he put all of his focus into using his magic to keep time with the buttons. The best he had ever done with the song was a 75% on it, but now without the limitation of his jointed fingers he could do a little better. The song played on and he begin to feel magical strain on his horn straight off the bat and he began to sweat a little from the adrenaline. The sound of the bass behind him made him slide forward a little Luna had started to use her wings along with her magic to manipulate the guitar. Despite the immense power she held this was something new to her and the strain was showing clearly on her face.

“On a cold winter morning, in the time before the light

In flames of death's eternal reign we ride towards the fight

When the darkness has fallen down, and the times are tough all right

The sound of evil laughter falls around the world tonight

The pause in the song gave Alex time to examine his opponent. Luna was really showing signs of exhaustion as her wings began to droop and she began to sweat from the magical exertion. He was beginning to tire as well, but he knew she wouldn’t last that long.

“Fighting hard fighting on for the steel through the wastelands evermore

The scattered souls will feel the hay bodies wasted on the shores

On the blackest plains in hell's domain we watch them as they go

In fire and pain now once again we know

        Now the strain was really getting to both of them. They had to focus intently as the crowd silenced, eyes fixated on the screen as the points counted upwards.

“So far away we wait for the day

For the light source so wasted and gone

We feel the pain of a lifetime lost in a thousand days

Through the fire and the flames we carry on”

Here it is. The solos. This’ll break her. Sure enough, as Alex began to stumble through the solo, barely able to stand from using so much mana, Luna fell to the floor, exhausted from her magical exertion. The solos still played in the background, and Alex continued playing. “Do you admit defeat, oh almighty Luna, goddess of the night?” said Alex inbetween weighty huffs of air as he continued to play on.

“Yes. We concede to your ridiculous competition, Crimson Flame. We have no idea how anypony could possibly make it through that much without fainting.” She took a few breaths. “What are you?”

“A gamer, dear Luna. And it’s called Guitar Hero.” Replied Alex as he stood triumphantly over a panting, exhausted Luna. “And never, NEVER let me pick the challenge. Now if you excuse me I’m going home and will be sleeping without having to do work. Oh, and i’m keeping the dreamwalker powers you lent me. I feel like messing with ponies for a while.” He turned his head towards the screen. It displayed 99%. And that is the story of how a gamer beat a goddess on a battlefield of fire and flames.

Alex trotted over to the materials he had brought along with him and had Twilight open the wormhole back to Earth, and unceremoniously tossed his equipment back into it. The portal closed as he walked away from it. He had made sure to grab one other thing before leaving the first time and now was the time to use it, he pulled a pair of aviators from seemingly out of nowhere and threw them up into the air. They unfolded mid fight and landed squarely on his snout, the (disappointingly) small implosion of the portal behind him made it seem more badass than anything he had ever done.

        He wrapped his forehoof around the neck of Cameron. “Now, lets get some sleep. I need a rest and I think that there is dust covering just about everything in your room. Also, I might have purposefully sneezed on something in there so good luck figuring out what I sneezed on.” He smiled. “Onwards noble steed!” And proceeded to teleport himself and Cameron back to the house.

        The twosome arrived back at their humble abode. Cameron spoke up first. “Okay, did you seriously just do that? And we had a way back home and you just had it closed. Why would you even...”

        Cameron thought for a moment. “Alright, I see your point. Now lets get some sleep. I really don’t want to have to deal with the chaos that was started back there so lets just take care of that later.” He began walking up the stairs to his room. “Oh, and you owe me pancakes since you never bothered to look for me when I disappeared.”

        Alex face hoofed. “Why the hell am I always forced into making pancakes? Just for once I want to make waffles for retribution. Is that too much to ask?”