The Doom That Came To Ponyville.

“Oh Twi-light dear, can you get me one of those fantastic box’s filled with frost please?”

Twilight Sparkle, student of Celestia, master mage, and bearer of the Element of Magic, was a servant in her own home.

The worst thing was that she did not have a choice in the matter.

Her guest was obscene, ignorant of the basic customs of civility, frequently shifted her form in unnatural ways, and was some sort of elder deity from beyond history that Luna thought was a good friend.

Twilight could only wonder what the younger princesses considered “friendship” a few thousand years ago.

“Shrub, it’s called ice-cream. And you are not supposed to eat the box.”

The horror beyond time was currently spending her time lying around the house eating whatever she could and doing utterly nothing. Twilight gave up trying to teach the creature what friendship was after she performed an act on Fluttershy that would probably require a therapist to make her get over it. She was content with keeping the creature satisfied for the time being by letting it lounge around and consume her quickly dwindling kitchen supplies faster than Pinkie Pie on a sugar binge.

Said horror behind time and space was in the dining room, currently smaller than a foal and missing the more unnatural parts that she came in with, finishing off a fork. It paid more attention to the cardboard box in the Twilight’s magical grip, and frowned slightly.

“Why can you not eat the box? It’s perfectly edible.” the elder god said innocently as it corroded the poor tableware with some unholy substance in the side of her mouth.

Twilight forced a rictus grin, and brought her guest the sixth tub of ice cream she’s asked for that day.

…..

The Cutie Mark Crusaders were holed up in there clubhouse, and they were bored.

To be exact, Sweetie Bell and Scootaloo were bored. Spike was sleeping in a corner and Apple Bloom was staring at one of the walls.

Sweetie Bell, tired of making paper hat’s, poked Apple Bloom on the shoulder.

“Come on, let’s go do something A.B!”

The little filly just stared into space.

“It will not matter in the end. Our lives our meaningless, for we are just tiny dots of ignorance afloat in the black seas of infinity.”

Sweetie Bell shared a look with Scootaloo. Frankly, it was more about the lack of accent she had than what she was actually saying.

“Come on, Apple Bloom, we need to do something! I mean, look at us! Spikes in the corner sleeping and you have been staring at that wall for about a hour now!” said Scootaloo.

Apple Bloom turned to her fellow crusaders. Her expression had not changed since she arrived from the market. Her fellow Crusaders found her in the clubhouse before they arrived, just staring at the wall.

Sweetie Bell half-wondered if she went home last night. Then again, last night was rather fuzzy for her herself. She just remembered her sister arriving late and, after a few moments of rampaging through the house, falling asleep in a little nest of ripped cloth.

Scootaloo just remembered falling asleep outside of Rainbow Dash’s house, which was curiously absent of Rainbow Dash that night. But the cloud-houses roof was just as cozy as ever.

However, the bow-tied filly turned around to look at her fellow Crusaders in the face for the first time that day.

Scootaloo’s eyes widened, but Sweetie was curiously apathetic.

She’s seen more strung out ponies. Like her sister, for example.

“Girls, I know what we can do.”

Scootaloo’s wings twitched, and Spike began mumbling to himself.

“What’s that, Apple Bloom?” said Sweetie Bell.

For the first time that day, Apple Bloom changed her expression.

Scootaloo began to feel as if a great weight was being placed upon her. Sweetie Bell just raised an eyebrow.

A tiny smirk did not flatter the youngest member of the Apple Family well.

“We can start a cult.”

Sweetie Bell and Scootaloo shared a look of confusion. Apple Bloom just made an uncharacteristic chuckle.

“Don’t worry girls; we could get our cutie marks. Cutie Mark Crusader Cultists, girls?”

Scootaloo liked the sound of it, albeit with some amount of confusion about what a cult was and how they could get there cutie marks with becoming them. But her friend did sound confident....

Sweetie was unsure of what a cult was, but it sounded neat.

“Where do we start, AB? And what is a cult, anyway? Do they make forks?”

Scoot was about to say something, but Sweetie quickly followed up. “You know, Scoot, cutlery. Like forks and stuff.”

She did not, having a D- in writing, but she kept that to herself and nodded.

Apple Bloom just looked amused in a very un-Apple Bloomish way.

“It’s not, Sweetie Bell, but I can tell you what it is on the way to the library.”

Scootaloo lost her there. “The library?”

Apple Bloom nodded. “ Yeah, the library. I saw a book there the last time I visited that I had no idea what it was about, but I think I know what it is now. I think we might need it.”

The trio looked at one another for a few moments, but Spike’s snoreing cut into the quiet.

“Cutie Mark Crusader Cultists, away!”

….

Meanwhile, on a tropical island, Celestia discovered that her wonderful little ponies created a few new massaging methods since her last vacation. Some of which had Neighponese origins. Out of those methods, she was currently enjoying one in particular that was known for involving oil.

On what may as well have been another world, which was actually just on the other side of the island, Luna discovered a isolated tribe of hoof-sized equines who worshiped her as a god, and was in the middle of restructuring there government into a communistic haven and teaching them to speak with a Stalliongradish accent.

….

In the Crystal Castle's scrying chamber, Shining Armor was overlooking his technical relatives debauchery with something akin to mild shame, while Candace was secretly daydreaming about dozens of tiny equines giving her oil massages.

She decided to bring it up during lunch.

….

Rainbow Dash still snored soundly in Twilight’s second-floor guest room.

Unknown to all but one other in the house, however, so did Fluttershy.

Then again, Fluttershy’s snores resembled that of a tiny rodent’s, so it did not wake Dash up.

Even when they were practically cuddling each other in the bed.

It was pretty adorable.

….

Shub-Niggurath was slightly disappointed by her host, but she reminded herself it had only been a day since she had arrived and it was still morning.

Then again, she knew that the girl had somehow subdued Nyarlathotep’s avatar on the plane and somehow incased it in stone, so there was some reason to fear her.

However, she eventually stopped caring and decided to abuse her power for giggles.

She thought the maid outfit was a nice touch, but she wondered in the back of her mind why she had it in the first place.

….

Twilight was on auto-pilot by now. She had to be, lest her self-esteem suffer the indignantly of knowing that she had been forced into one of Rarity’s specialty “presents” as she practically groveled for her guest. She swore Shrub was gazing at her rump when she thought Twilight would not notice.

Or, perhaps, to her own personal horror, she did not care if Twilight noticed or not.

It was going to be a long day.

….

Shub-Niggurath giggled to herself.

She believed she had the right to, anyway.

She placed two of the winged ponies together in the same bed with a little mental nudge and she was causing Twilight to feel paranoid that she was watching her rump.

For the record, she was, and it was a fantastic experience.

The entire planet seemed more polished since the last time she was here, which she figured was part of Celestia’s general rule. The ponies seemed far more huggable since the last time she was here as well, with less prominent snouts and looking chubbier in general. There was also a distinct lack of humans, too, but she was okay with that.

The coven of witch’s who summoned her last time was a useless lot, and she never heard from them again after they summoned that Shoggoth to flood that little valley. Good riddance, too, she hated there singing anyway.

Speaking of pony folk, she finally settled on a single base form for her stay. She decided to drop the ram horns, but keep the cloven hooves, and settled on a long wispy tail with a little puff of ebon hair at the end.

She wondered about the body, but settled on something like a giraffe, with long legs and a simple mane down her long, elegant neck. She supposed she could have kept the horn below two cubits, but if she was going to be a unicorn, she was going to be an impressive unicorn.

Then again, she could have done her form-shifting in private, as Twilight apparently found the process grotesque. She wasn’t even calmed down by being alerted that this was how unicorns from her most common haunting grounds were said to look like.

Pity. At least the maid outfit was intact.

“Mail call, Twilight!”

Wait, who was that outside?

Past the hyperventilating purple unicorn, past the wooden door, was one of those winged ponies. It was grey, and had blond hair.

It was also very familiar.

When she opened the door to say "hello, towns pony, how are you doing, sorry about causing a minor riot and why do I think I know you", she barely got out the second syllable.

It was stopped by a squeal of joy.

From herself.

Sure, it was very faint, but it was surely who she thought it was.

She could tell from the shifting iridescent spheres on her rump.

The pony in her tight hug-grip also gave in to the hug, albeit with some hesitation, and focused both of its wobbly eyes on her.

“Hello, dear.” she said in an unearthly monotone that was very uncharacteristic of Derpy Hooves, known also as Dizy Doo and in some circles as Bright Eyes. And in one rather seedy part of Manehatten and within the house of Carrot Top, Bubblebutt.

In most of the universe, however, she, or perhaps he, was known as Yog-Sothoth, the All-in-One and the One-in-All.

….

Prince Blueblood was awakened by a set of upset guards and a timid servant.

He actually knew the servant in question. It was Azure Star, also known as the pony who he eventually spent the night with during the last Grand Galloping Gala.

He knew it was because she screwed up one too many times with paperwork and wanted to keep her job, but he liked the effort. At least he approached him and not one of his aunts.

She also had a little shiny piece of paper in one of her blue hooves. It looked golden, and it seemed stained with the tears of a great many ponies.

As such, he thought, it was either going to be very bad or very good for him.

“Prince Blueblood, I wish to alert you that, as the only servant within the castle who was actually willing to alert you of the following.”

He raised an eyebrow. This was new.

“As the Celestial Sisters are both on a leave of absence, and due to the old law regarding the first-pony-to-the-throne way of election being eliminated twenty years ago to save paper, I have the displeasure of alerting you that you are the acting ruler of Canterlot, and by extension Equestria, until your betters return.”

He blinked. Azure winked back at him. He suppressed a shudder.

Then it hit him.

He began to laugh. Loudly. He might have practiced for this moment.

Spoiler Alert: He has.

The guards shared looks.

It was going to be a long two weeks.