BLAMMO!

Chapters

The Game
Round 1 Day 1.1
Round 1 Day 1.2
Round 1 Day 1.3
Round 1 Day 1.4
Round 1 Day 2.1
Round 1 Day 2.2
Round 1 Day 2.3
Round 1 Day 2.4
Round 1 Day 0
Round 1 Day 1.5

The Game

“And that’s how Equestria was made,” Pinkie Pie finished. The Mane Six were taking an afternoon stroll through Ponyville after a relaxing picnic in the park.

“Pinkie, that doesn’t even make sense,” Rainbow Dash exclaimed. “What does that…”

“Hey, what’s going on over there?” Twilight asked. She pointed to a large group of ponies crowding around city hall.

“Beats me,” Rainbow replied.

The group walked over to the crowd of ponies. Twilight tapped the pony in front of her on her shoulder. “Why’s everypony here at city hall?” Twilight asked the pony.

“The mayor told everypony that there would be an important announcement right about now. Something about a contest,” the pony responded.

“A contest!” Pinkie Pie yelled. “I love contests! They’re like really big games with a bunch of ponies to get the grand prize! And they’re soooo much fun!”

“What kind of contest? Oh, I do hope it’s not one of those rowdy ones like those Applejack takes part in,” Rarity chimed in.

“What kind of contest is it?” Rainbow asked the pony.

“I don’t know, Mayor Mare didn’t say much. Ooh! It’s about to start.” The pony turned around to face the large stage up front.

A tall stallion with a shimmering mane of royal purple stood on the stage. He was wearing a white tuxedo over his beige coat. The stallion paused and took a long look over his audience. He smiled and took out a shiny curved object form his pocket.

“This is a spoon,” the stallion started. “It has many uses. It can be used for eating soup, taking medicine, scratching your back when nopony is looking.” He received a small wave of giggles from the spectators. “But in the game I am about to tell you, it has a whole new purpose.”

“Umm… spoons?” Twilight whispered.

“Shh! I’m trying to listen!” Pinkie hissed. A wide smile was on her face as the stallion had finally mentioned the word, “game” and captured all of Pinkie’s attention.

“First off, my name is Carpe Diem. I am the owner of one of Equestria’s most successful spoon manufacturing companies. But as any good businesspony should, I wanted to find a new way to use the spoons my company made. So, I created a game I’d like to call ‘Blammo!’”

Mutters and whispers were passed through the herd of ponies. Many of them had puzzled, but curious looks on their faces.

“Now, you all may be wondering ‘What exactly is Blammo?’ Well if you were to ask me, it’s the new game sensation that’s sweeping the nation! The newest, most competitive sport around, with several successful tournaments in cities, such as Manehattan and Trottingham,” Carpe Diem continued.

“This is how the game works. Everypony has a hunter, everypony is hunted. This spoon is both your sword and your shield. If at any time you drop, lose, or are no longer touching your spoon, you are vulnerable to being Blammoed! A Blammo is when a pony successfully taps his or her target with her spoon and yells out, ‘Blammo!’ if his or her target does not have their spoon.”

“Everypony has a pony to hunt, who is hunting another pony, who is hunting another pony, and keeps on going until that last pony is hunting the first pony. It’s a giant circle, essentially. Everypony has three days to Blammo his or her target, otherwise, they are eliminated from the competition. After the three day period, there will be a ‘grace’ period when our facilitators mark down all the Blammoed ponies and give out new targets to those who remain. Then, another three day period for Blammo goes by and we repeat. Ponies keep being removed from the game until only a few ponies are left. The ponies will then have two weeks to Blammo one another or the game will end in a tie.”

“To clarify, say that I was playing Blammo. I would be hunting my target. If I see that my target is not holding their spoon, I will go up to my target and yell, ‘Blammo!’ Then I will go here to record my Blammo kill and receive a new target. I don’t have to go after my second target, but I can if I want. I wait for the three day period to end and will get a new target after two days. Any questions?” Carpe diem asked.

Dozens of hooves were raised. Carpe Diem searched through the sea of hooves and finally picked one.

“What exactly do you get when you win?” the pony asked.

“Oh yes! Forgot about that. It is ten bits per entry and the final winner will receive 5,000 bits in prize money. Unless of course the game ends in a tie, and the money will then be divided. Also, you will be given a large golden trophy stating that you are the ‘Blammo Champion of Ponyville’.”

“5000 bits!” Rainbow yelled. “Imagine what I can do with that. I could buy tickets to every Wonderbolts show for the next three years!” Rainbow exclaimed with a loud squee.

“Well with all those winnins’, ah could do a whole lot of fixin’ up around the farm. Ah could replace that saggy, old roof. And Big Macintosh could replace that saggy, old plow. And Granny Smith could replace her saggy, old hip!” Applejack added.

“I could buy cupcakes every day for a whole year!” Pinkie chimed.

“Pinkie, you make cupcakes for a living,” Twilight remarked.

“Yes. But now I could actually pay for them! Instead of having to go through all the trouble of sneaking them behind Mrs. Cake’s back.”

“Anyways,” Twilight continued, “I could use some new books for the library. And Spike’s been eating a lot more gems lately too.”

Rarity and Fluttershy remained silent of the prospects of fortune. Rarity already having a very successful dress-making career, and Fluttershy satisfied with her humble and down-to-earth way of life.

The chatter among the crowd of ponies eventually died down, and Carpe Diem began to speak again.

“Now that I see I have everypony’s attention yet again, I would like to explain the restrictions of Blammo. All spoons must be at least twenty percent visible so the hunter can tell whether or not you have a spoon on you. Anypony can be Blammoed if they are not in possession of their spoon. Every place is considered a ‘Blammo-zone’ except for ponies’ own homes and restrooms. The spoon could be carried anywhere on the body as long as it would fall to the ground if the pony’s body hung limp. For example, a pony can carry a spoon in their mouths or between their hooves. But a pony cannot balance it on their back or tape it to their bodies as it would not fall to the ground. Lastly, unicorns can use their magic to hold their spoons, so long as the spoon is within three feet of their body.”

“For taking spoons, nopony is allowed to use magic on or forcibly take their target’s spoon. They are allowed to trick their target to drop their spoon or snatching it from the pony if they are not touching it. Any questions now?”

Another wave of hooves were thrown in the air with the new set of rules. Carpe Diem picked Rainbow Dash, hovering high in the air.

“Doesn’t that give unicorns an unfair advantage? What about Earth ponies and Pegasi?” Rainbow asked.

“Don’t Pegasi have an advantage for being able to fly?” Carpe Diem asked. Rainbow put a hoof up to her head and shrugged.

“Exactly. Unicorns have an advantage because they can teleport and use their magic. Pegasi have an advantage because they can fly and live on clouds. Earth ponies, well they don’t really have an advantage. So, to make the game more fun and fair, the Earth ponies get their own benefit. Earth ponies have the ability to Blammo their target, even if the target is in their own home.”

A loud surge of boos came from the non-Earth ponies in the crowd. Carpe Diem calmly waited for the utterance to die down.

“However, Earth ponies cannot Blammo a target at home between the hours of 10 at night and 6 in the morning.” Hooves stomped on the ground and cheers pierced the air at this new piece of information. “In addition, Earth ponies and unicorns can be granted a Cloud-Walking Spell if their target is a Pegasus.”

“Wait a second!” Rainbow yelled. “That’s totally not fair!”

Carpe Diem shook his head. “It is clearly fair game. Pegasi can have an Earth pony or a unicorn as their hunter and just stay in the clouds all day. This gives Pegasi a huge advantage, and this is the best way to resolve it, other than kicking Pegasi out of their homes during the day.”

Rainbow opened her mouth to argue back, but stopped when she couldn’t find a comeback. Thus, she complied by crossing her arms and pouting.

“Any other questions?”

“What if you lose your spoon?” a pony asked.

“Ah, good question. Well, you have to hope for the best during the rest of the day. At nine o’clock at night, our facilitators will appear here at Ponyville City Hall to distribute spoons. Only twenty new spoons will be distributed a day, first come first serve. Also, please be a good sport and play honest. Don’t claim you lost your spoon when you really didn’t, just so you can have back-up spoons in case you lose yours. But on the other hoof, if you happen to find spoons lying on the ground, they are allowed to be used. So I advise that if you are Blammoed, to destroy your spoons before somepony can use it.”

“Any others?”

No hooves were placed in the air this time round. Carpe Diem waited a few more seconds to ensure there were no more questions.

“Any following questions can be answered here at city hall by our facilitators. All Blammoes must be recorded here. The pony that Blammoed his or her target will be the one to tell us of their success. And with that, the sign-up sheets are now open at those tables. And to everypony, I wish you all the best of luck.”

The crowd of ponies rushed towards the tables, all eagerly wanting to join in on the game.

“Wow! A lot of ponies sure want to participate,” Twilight stated.

“Now this may be a competition worth playing. The game seems completely civilized and in no way uncouth,” Rarity added.

“I don’t know,” Fluttershy said, speaking for the first time since arriving at city hall. “The idea of somepony stalking you all day is quite… startling,” she said with a shudder.

“C’mon Fluttershy, it’ll be fun! I can’t wait to sign up! Let’s sign up now!” Pinkie exclaimed.

“Yeah! Who’s going to compete?” Rainbow asked her friends.

Everypony, save Fluttershy, raised their hooves. After seeing everypony’s hooves raised, Fluttershy meekly raised a hoof of her own. “Yay,” she said softly.

“Woohoo! May the best pony win!” Rainbow yelled. Everypony else in the group cheered. They trotted over to the tables and waited in line.

After half an hour of waiting, Twilight was the first to sign up.

“Your target will be given to you via mailpony in three days,” the pony on the other side of the table said. “If you see a pony wearing this badge,” the pony pointed to a red badge with the word “Blammo!” etched into it, “then walk up to him or her and ask for your target. But make sure you keep your target quiet! You never know if your friends tell your target that they’re being hunted by you. Be careful of who you tell.” Twilight received a special Blammo spoon, a shining silver spoon with the word, “Blammo!” engraved into its head.

Twilight looked over to her friends. She would trust them to the end of her life. “I think I can trust my friends,” she responded.

Little did these ponies know just how serious this game was going to get.

Round 1 Day 1.1

The sun was just beginning to rise above the rooftops of Ponyville. The birds were starting to chirp as the sun warmed their feathers, and squirrels were moving about to retrieve their tree nuts for the morning. It was a day that would be normally like any other, but it was the first day of Blammo.

And on this first day, as the sun slowly began to come up over the horizon, Pinkie Pie waited patiently beside Ace’s bed with a spoon in her mouth. She repeatedly turned her head from the clock to the sleeping stallion and back again. She had to use every bit of her strength to resist the urge of bouncing up and down in excitement of her first Blammo. And the first Blammo of the entire game.

She had woken up at three in the morning to get here. Was she tired? Nope, too much fun playing the game. She didn't need to sleep, she was the party pony of Ponyville. She had spent countless nights without sleep, this was nothing for her.

Pinkie was so glad to hear that Earth ponies had quite the advantage in the game. Three ponies right off the list, if she kept on sneaking into ponies’ homes and waiting till six. She looked back at the clock, only two minutes left.

She turned her gaze back to the sleeping pony. She knew him just as she knew everypony else in Ponyville. He had a beige coat with a brown mane and a foo man chu moustache, and he was the tennis champion of the region. But as far as he would go in tennis matches, he wouldn’t make it very far in Ponyville.

The minute hand finally reached the twelve on top of the clock. Pinkie smiled to herself and nudged Ace lightly on the shoulder.

“Wha… just a few more minutes mother…. and oh sweet Celestia!” Ace yelled as he saw a pink mare standing right next to his bed.

“What the hay are you doing, Pinkie!” he exclaimed.

“BLAMMO!” Pinkie screamed triumphantly, bringing her spoon down on his head.

“Blam… what?” he stuttered. He stared at the spoon being held in Pinkie’s mouth and looked over to the spoon sitting on his desk at the other side of the room. He facehoofed.

“Pinkie, seriously? The sun’s barely up and you snuck into my house at night, just so you can Blammo me?”

“Yeah! And boy, was it harder than I thought! It’s not as easy as I thought to wait for three hours,” Pinkie answered.

Ace sighed. “And I really wanted that prize money, too. I didn’t ever imagine getting out of the game two minutes after it started.”

“Aww, I’m sorry, but I had to do it. How about I throw you a party later today for being my very first target! And I’ll invite everypony else too!” Pinkie really did want to have a party, but she also had a second incentive. Where there were parties, there were ponies, and where there were ponies, her second target would definitely be on her guest list.

“It’s fine. I’m talking about you Blammoing me, not the party. I really want a party today,” Ace answered.

“Okie dokie lokey!” Pinkie replied. Pinkie waved a hoof for good-bye and skipped towards the door. She stopped momentarily and then continued her way out.

Ace sighed. Might as well get ready for the day, since I’m already up he thought. He got out of his bed and stretched. He went over to his mirror on his table. He admired his great moustache before checking the contents of his table. Hmm… where did my spoon go? I saw it here just before Pinkie left…

Pinkie bounced merrily all the way to city hall to find a single facilitator yawning at the tables. The pony’s mane was disheveled, as if she had to crawl out of her warm bed just to be here. Pinkie smiled to herself and walked up to the pony.

“Forgot your target?” the pony asked as Pinkie approached.

“Nope, need a new one,” Pinkie answered.

“Your target is your target until you get him or her Blammoed. No changes, no excuses,” the pony retorted irritably.

“But I did get him out!” Pinkie answered.

The pony raised an eyebrow in disbelief. “You’re joking, right? The game literally started…” the pony checked her watch, “twenty minutes ago, and you’re telling me you got your target out already?”

Pinkie Pie nodded her head furiously. “I did! I got Ace out! I had to stay up all night just to wait for the morning to Blammo him!” Pinkie yelled.

“Alright, alright! No need to shout, I believe you. Sweet Celestia, it’s too early in the morning for this. Okay then, so what’s your name again?”

“Pinkamena Diane Pie.”

“And you got out, who?

“Ace,” Pinkie answered proudly.

“Right, Ace… Ace… here he is.” She picked up a pen and put a line across the paper in front of her. “Your new target is the Miss Berry Punch.”

Pinkie Pie nodded her head. Berry was her favorite drinking buddy, but in a game like this, things like that didn’t matter. The best part was, Berry was always looking for a good party with plenty of drinks.

Pinkie trotted back to Sugarcube Corner to find Mr. and Mrs. Cake already up and baking.

“Oh my, and where were you Pinkie, dear?” Mrs. Cake asked.

“I was off to get my first Blammo. And it went super!” Pinkie raised her spoon high with her hoof. “I got this game in the bag.”

Pinkie went upstairs to freshen herself up for the rest of the day.

“Get her!” Mr. Cake hissed at his wife.

“I can’t, she has her spoon with her,” Mrs. Cake hissed back.

“Listen, honey bunch, I know it’s not going to be easy to get Pinkie. But she’s going to be with us for most of the day making baked goods, she’s definitely going to let go of her spoon sometime today.”

“Yes, I suppose you’re right,” Mrs. Cake said with a sigh. She was still worried what would happen when and if she got Pinkie out.

“As soon as she comes downstairs, keep an eye on her. Watch her like a hawk,” Mr. Cake said.

Mrs. Cake nodded and ended the conversation with a, “Shh!” as Pinkie came trotting down the stairs.

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“Sweetie Belle, dear, how about you bring your friends over for a sleepover sometime within the next… oh, say three days?” Rarity asked her sister politely.

Sweetie Belle eyed her suspiciously. Her sister normally despised having to watch over the Cutie Mark Crusaders. “Why are you asking?” She looked over to the spoon that her sister was attempting to hide from her. “You don’t happen to have Scootaloo or Apple Bloom as your targets for Blammo, do you?”

“Of course not,” Rarity said with a weak smile. Her face began to feel warm as Sweetie Belle continued to glare at her. “I have… umm…. Junebug. Yes, Junebug! She's my target.”

Sweetie Belle put a hoof up to head. Her sister wouldn’t lie to her, right? “Thanks, Rarity! I’ll see when the rest of the Crusaders can come over.”

“It’s no problem at all!” Rarity said. “Anything for my precious little sister.”

Sweetie Belle put a wide smile on her face and walked out of the room. Rarity sighed. Well now that that’s over with, I can just wait Sweetie Belle to bring Scootaloo over and Blammo! I can spend the rest of my time on my new designs Rarity thought with a satisfying smile.

Sweetie Belle trotted over to the Cutie Mark Crusaders tree house in Sweet Apple Acres with her spoon. Apparently, Apple Bloom had their new great idea to get their cutie marks and she was really excited about this one. Sweetie Belle walked up the step ladder to find Scootaloo and Apple Bloom already waiting there. They had their spoons with them as well.

“It’s about time you got here!” Scootaloo said.

“Well I didn’t know when we were supposed to meet. Apple Bloom just said to be here first thing in the morning,” Sweetie Belle responded.

“It’s pretty late in the morning,” Scootaloo answered back.

“Maybe for you it is, but that’s only because you’re a chicken,” Sweetie Belle said with a giggle. She continued her ruse by making chicken sounds and using her forelegs as wings.

“Quit it!” Scootaloo pushed Sweetie Belle over angrily. “That’s not funny!”

“Anyways…” Apple Bloom interrupted, trying to cease a fight between the two, “about the new quest fer the Cutie Mark Crusaders…”

“Yeah,” Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle said in unison. Apple Bloom was the leader of the three in a way, always trying the hardest to find a way to earn her cutie mark.

“Ah’m thinkin’ this whole Blammo game is a great opportunity to git our cutie marks!” Apple Bloom said excitedly. “A Blammo spoon cutie mark!”

“Umm… not to go against your idea Apple Bloom, but Silver Spoon already has a spoon as her cutie mark,” Scootaloo retorted.

“Well yeah, but hers is the fancy shmancy spoon. Ah’m talkin’ about a cool cutie mark, like the Blammo spoon here. Once one of us wins the game, she’s definitely goin’ ter git her cutie mark.”

“But what if none of us wins?” Sweetie Belle asked.

“Who are ya kiddin?” Apple Bloom questioned back. “We’re the Cutie Mark Crusaders! Nopony stands a chance against us if we stay together.”

“But what if one of us gets somepony here as their target?” Scootaloo asked.

“Impossible. They can’t do that to us,” Apple Bloom said with a wave of her hoof, as if to shoo the question away. “We’re inseparable. Now then, what do y’all say?” Apple Bloom stuck her hoof out.

Scootaloo and Sweetie belle looked at each other and nodded. They placed a hoof over Apple Bloom’s. They nodded to each other and smiled.

“So, who are your targets? Mine is a pony named Lyric Noir, whoever he is,” Scootaloo said.

“Ah got Raindrops, one of them weather Pegasi,” Apple Bloom responded.

“And I have Rose,” Sweetie Belle chimed in.

“Well, considerin’ Sweetie Belle and ah know who are targets are, how about we try and find out about Scootaloo’s target?” Apple Bloom inquired.

“Sounds good to me,” Scootaloo answered. Sweetie Belle nodded her head in agreement.

“Well then Cutie Mark Crusaders, here we go! Off to find Lyric Noir!” Apple Bloom exclaimed.

“Yay!’ Sweetie Belle yelled. “Oh, wait a second…”

Scootaloo and Apple Bloom stopped rushing towards the door and looked back at their third member. “What is it?”

“Rarity invited you girls to have a sleepover at my place,” Sweetie Belle told them.

“Rarity? Rarity invited us?” Scootaloo said incredulously.

“It’s weird, but she said it’s okay. I guess she has a big order to fill later, so she wants to get a slumber party done early,” Sweetie Belle replied.

“Sounds great!” Apple Bloom exclaimed. “Ah’m kinda busy tonight. How about tomorrow?”

“Works for me,” Scootaloo said in agreement.

“Yay! Cutie Mark Crusader’s slumber party at Rarity’s!” the Crusaders yelled in unison.

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Author's Note: In case you are wondering about some of the ponies that were mentioned in this chapter, here some links:
Ace: Can't find a link for him, but he was the owner of the tennis racket that Apple Bloom used in Call of the Cutie.

Lyric Noir is a pretty famous OC. The main characters of one of the best fan-fics of all time.

Rose, one of the flower trio. No need for link.

Raindrops. Apparently there's a story about her, but I never read it personally. I got her off the tumblr, one of the more famous pony tumblrs out there.

Round 1 Day 1.2

Time frame: 11:00 A.M. - 2:00 P.M.

The ponies gawked at the midnight-blue Alicorn sitting in the bowling alley. It wasn’t very often that a princess would go to a bowling alley. It was quite the sight to behold.

Princess Luna tried hard to ignore all the ponies staring at her. Her face was burning from feeling all the eyes on her and her hoof was all sweaty from holding her spoon for so long. She had been at the alley ever since the place opened up, but she hadn’t took in the fact that she could not remember what Pinkie said her target looked like.

She stood on a comfortable cushion as she watched ponies hit strikes and spares in front of her. She shifted nervously on the seat. It was exciting to watch all the ponies knock pins down with the perfect curve of their throws while still holding a spoon, but watching for several hours was quite tiring. She sighed and decided to leave and come back tomorrow.

“Does anypony know where I can find a Pegasus named Fyrefly?!” Rainbow Dash yelled as she streaked through the doors of the alley.

All the bowling ponies merely stared at the rainbow-maned Pegasus. Several of them shook their heads and returned to their games.

“I know Fyrefly!” a rather lanky mare said. “She works on the weather team!”

“I know that,” Rainbow said rolling her eyes. “I mean, do you know where I can find her?”

“I think her house is somewhere above Ponyville. Maybe half a mile above Bonbon’s Café?”

Rainbow gave a swift hug to the mare. “Thank you so much!” She took off for the door in a dash.

“HALT! RAINBOW DASH!” Princess Luna yelled in her royal Canterlot voice, absolutelt needing some assistance.

The force of the Night Princess’s voice disheveled Rainbow and caused her to fly straight into the wall.

“WE APOLOGIZE!” Luna coughed into her hoof. “I mean, I’m sorry Rainbow.” She trotted over to Rainbow and helped her up.

“Oww…. a little warning next time?” Rainbow said. She shook her head and cleared the stars in her eyes. “What do you need Princess?”

“We are in need of your assistance,” Luna replied. “Do you know of the pony they call Allie Way?”

Rainbow looked behind Luna. “Well, isn’t she the pony I was just talking to?”

Luna looked back over to the lanky mare. She had a striped blue mane and was readying herself to bowl a strike. Pinkie’s description of her flashed through her mind and she looked at her spoon.

“We thank thee, Rainbow Dash. We may now continue on the game,” Luna told Rainbow with a smile.

“No problem, princess. Glad to see you’re having more luck than I am. Well, if you’ll let me, I’ll be seeing you around!”

Luna nodded and waved a hoof good-bye. Rainbow blasted through the doors in search of her own target.

The princess strolled back to her seat and stared over at the cream-colored mare. She looked over to the score and gave a small gasp as she saw the excessive amount of X’s that appeared on the screen. Apparently, she was a pretty good bowler. She shifted her focus to the mare herself and stared at her intently.

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Rainbow flew straight towards Bonbon’s place. She walked into the café to see Bonbon crying into Lyra’s shoulder. She felt just a twinge of annoyance at the thought of having to stay and ask what’s wrong, instead of finding Fyrefly.

“What’s wrong?” Rainbow asked.

“She just got Blammoed,” Lyra answered somberly. “Some stallion walked into the café and just drank coffee here for hours. When Bonbon put down her spoon to get more coffee out of the pot, he stood up and got her.”

“That’s too bad,” Rainbow said sympathetically. “What was she planning to use the bits for?”

“Oh…. it-it’s fine…” Bonbon said after finishing up her waterworks, “he seemed really sorry for having to-to Blammo me. I was planning to use the bits with Lyra to go to….” Lyra and Bonbon each shared a blush.

“Oh, that’s all I need to know!” Rainbow said hurriedly, not wanting to know any more about their relationship. “Sorry to hear your plans didn’t work out. But anyways, does a Pegasus named Fyrefly live around here?”

“Fyrefly?” Bonbon said curiously. “She comes here in the morning a lot to get some coffee. She said she lives in the clouds high above my home. Why do you ask?”

“Duh,” Rainbow replied, pointing to her spoon.

“Oh, right,” Bonbon answered sheepishly.

“Yeah. So can I get a cappuccino and a table outside?”

Bonbon wiped the remaining tears in her eyes and nodded. She trotted to the coffee pot and got a cup.

Rainbow couldn’t do much from that point on. She could check up to see Fyrefly’s house, but not much else. She couldn’t Blammo Fyrefly in her home, considering Rainbow wasn’t an Earth pony. So, all I have to do is wait here and when I see some pink flying through the sky… whoosh! I’ll be right on her tail! And then I’ll see just how this “Fyrefly” is…

Lyric Noir walked away from Bonbon’s Café with a small smile on his face. He didn’t want to hurt the cream-colored mare’s feelings and make her cry. But he had to if he wanted to continue in the game. He walked over to the facilitator’s tables.

“What do you need?” the pony asked politely.

“My name is Lyric Noir. I just got out my target, Bonbon.”

“Lyric… Lyric… yes, congratulations! The pony put a line onto the paper she was holding. “Your new target is the Mr. Girokon.”

“Who?” Lyric asked.

The pony shrugged. “Don’t ask me, that’s for you to find out.”

Lyric nodded. “Thank you,” he told the pony. Hmm… Girokon… Never heard of him. Maybe I’ll ask Rainbow Dash when she comes over later today.

Another pony confronted the facilitating mare.

“Umm… hi. I forgot my target…” the pony said.

“What is your name?”

“My name is Blue Breeze.”

The pony tilted her head down to her papers. After a moment, she began to speak again. “Let’s see here… Blue Breeze, yes. Blue Breeze, you are to go after the Miss Cheerilee.”

Blue Breeze nodded his head. He shifted the spoon he was holding in his mouth as he thought. Miss Cheerilee, the teacher down at the school. How am I supposed to get a mare like her?

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“Aren’t you worried about now going after your target?” asked Fluttershy.

“Now the game is good and all, but ah still got work on the farm to work on,” Applejack responded. “Anywho, ah can go over to Junebug’s flower shop anytime.”

“That’s true,” Fluttershy answered. Applejack recommended Fluttershy to come over to the farm. Applejack knew that Fluttershy wouldn’t take any action on her own. As much as the family needed the bits, she would still play fair and give her friend a chance to Blammo her sister.

“Howdy sis!” Apple Bloom said with Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo following. “Ah know we’re busy tonight to make the apple cider for Pinkie’s party. Can ah go over to Sweetie Belle’s place tomorrow? Her sister said we could.”

“Rarity? Ya sure we’re talkin’ about the same unicorn here?” Applejack said with a doubtful tone.

“She’s going for Scootaloo, remember?” Fluttershy whispered into the orange mare’s ear. “She wants the slumber party so she can get Scootaloo.”

Applejack made a silent “Oh,” upon hearing this. “Well that’s fine Apple Bloom. Ah’m sure y’all will have a good time at Rarity’s place.”

“Thanks Applejack!” Apple Bloom said excitedly. “Oh, by the way, do you know a pony by the name of Lyric Noir? Scootaloo is targeting her.”

Scootaloo bumped her friend in the shoulder. “You don’t have to go around telling everypony that. It’s supposed to be a secret, remember?!”

“It’s fine, ah won’t tell a soul,” Applejack stated. “Lyric? Ain’t he the colt Rainbow’s with?” The memory of her beating the horsefeathers out of a stallion on the very land she was standing on flashed through her mind. “Yeah, that’s the one. He lives a bit far from here. Why don’t you ask Rainbow Dash where he is, ah’m sure she knows.”

“We get to meet up with Rainbow Dash?” Scootaloo exclaimed. “This hunt just got way more exciting.”

“Scootaloo, all we’re doing is getting information from her, it’s not like…” the trio walked away.

“And you,” Applejack said, confronting the canary-yellow mare next to her, “are going over to Rarity’s as well.”

“But why?” Fluttershy said meekly.

“Cuz then ya can get Apple Bloom silly. Listen, this is the best chance ya got on getting her. Just git her while she’s sleeping. Sincin she’s not in her own home, it’s still allowed fer ya to Blammo her.”

“Oh my,” Fluttershy said nervously. She wasn’t really planning on getting Apple Bloom, but now the perfect opportunity was laid out right in front of her. “I guess so.”

“More like ya know so,” Applejack corrected.

“But why are you helping me so much?” Fluttershy asked.

“It’s only fair, Fluttershy. Listen, if Apple Bloom wasn’t mah sis, would you feel the same kinda way tryin’ to Blammo her?”

“I guess not…”

“Exactly. Ah’m just helpin’ you out like Apple Bloom was just a random pony. But after this, don’t be expectin any more help from me, this is all ya get.”

Fluttershy gave a small hug to her good friend. “Thank you, Applejack.”

In a little over 24 hours, Fluttershy would be at Rarity’s, waiting for her target.

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Author's Note: In case you are wondering about some of the ponies that were mentioned in this chapter, here some links:

Allie Way is a background pony that appeared in "The Cutie Pox". She's my favorite background pony of Season 2.

Fyrefly is the character Rainbow Dash is based off of! (Apparently also her mom.)

Blue Breeze is an OC from "Continuing the Dream" The story's got quite some talent poured into it.

Lyric Noir, again Until you Met Her.

Other characters like Junebug and Girokon will be credited later.

Round 1 Day 1.3

Time Frame: 2:00 P.M. – 6:30 P.M.

Twilight Sparkle was idly spending her afternoon reading a new story called: Spying for Dummies. Although she wasn’t much into the backstabbing and sapping aspect of the art, she was able to learn how to sneak around and such. She was hoping to find the other ponies who were hunting the flower trio, Rose and Lily, herself having Daisy. Spike was off in town searching for his own target. A light knock sounded on the library door.

Twilight got up and trotted over. “Hello, welcome to the Ponyville Library….” Twilight said as she opened the door.

Outside stood a light blue Pegasus with a black and red striped mane. He was wearing his usual shades, hiding his astonishing eyes.

“Hey, Twi,” he said.

“Girokon!” she exclaimed and quickly lunged forward to give him a hug. The Pegasus returned the embrace.

“What brings you here, Lance?” Twilight asked.

Girokon reached into his saddlebag and took out his spoon. “Blammo, of course.”

Twilight jumped back and tried to slam the door shut. Girokon stuck a hoof out to stop the swinging door.

“Don’t worry, you’re not my target! Trust me.”

Twilight spent a moment to think about it. “Well, since this is technically my home, you can’t Blammo me anyways. So who is you’re target then?”

“You don’t mind if I take a quick scan of the library first, right?”

“Umm… I guess not.”

Girokon spread his wings and made a lightning fast sweep around the house. He touched back on the ground in front of Twilight. “Where’s Spike?”

“Spike? Spike’s your target?”

The Pegasus nodded. “Promise not to tell him? Please?”

Twilight chuckled. “Of course, anything for you Lance. But Spike is going around Ponyville trying to find Vinyl’s place.”

Twilight gasped and brought a hoof up to cover her mouth. Spike asked her specifically not to tell anypony about his target.

“Vinyl Scratch?” Girokon brought a hoof up to his head. Once Spike is out, Vinyl will be my next target. “Any idea where he is now?”

“Hey Twili…” Spike said as he walked through the library doors. “Oh hey, Giro. What are you doing here?”

Girokon shifted his spoon behind him and into his saddlebag. “Just visiting,” he replied.

“Any luck with Vinyl?” Twilight asked.

“Shush! Shh!” Spike hissed. Twilight covered her mouth again. She let slip of his target once more. Spike looked over at Girokon. He wasn’t sure what the strange looking stallion was thinking, his expression inscrutable under the dark shades.

Spike sighed. “Alright. Yes, my target is Vinyl Scratch.”

Girokon let out a small laugh and nodded. “I heard the first time.”

“Anyways… it didn’t go so well. Apparently she stays at home during most of the day making new mixes and records. But luckily she’s going to DJ at Pinkie’s party later tonight, so I might get her there,” Spike stated.

“Pinkie Pie’s having a party? Tonight?” Twilight asked.

“Yeah, something about feeling bad for her first target. But this is the perfect chance for everypony to get their targets.”

Double kill. I’ll get Spike before he can get Vinyl. Then, I’ll get Vinyl later on tonight, Girokon thought.

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“Get her!” Mr. Carrot Cake hissed throughout the afternoon whenever Pinkie let go of her spoon to take the goods out of the oven or going to the refrigerator. Mrs. Cake would always hesitate to get Pinkie, and the pink mare would return to her spoon before she could take any action.

Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon were enjoying cupcakes in the bakery. Pinkie was working hard to make all the cupcakes, muffins, pies, and other baked goods for the party later. Mr. and Mrs. cake watched Pinkie nervously as she moved around. Mr. Cake’s eye twitched in anxiety.

“Hey honeybunch, can I talk to you for a minute? Outside of the kitchen…” Mr. Cake asked.

Mr. and Mrs. Cake walked out of the kitchen and stood outside of the bakery.

“Honey, if I wait any longer, I’m going to explode!” Mr. Cake whispered.

“I know, I know. But it just seems so risky,” Mrs. Cake replied.

Mr. Cake facehoofed. “Okay, how about this. The next time we see Pinkie away from her spoon, I’ll snatch it away. Then, you go in for the kill. After that, we can focus on my target. It doesn’t matter what Pinkie will do after we get her, you want that prize money, right?”

Mrs. Cake nodded. “Yes, I suppose you’re right. So as soon as we get….”

“BLAMMO!”

Mr. Cake turned around to see Diamond Tiara holding her spoon against him and a sneaky grin on her face. Mr. Cake searched his body for his own spoon. The image of him leaving his spoon on the countertop flashed through his eyes. Silver Spoon appeared next to Diamond Tiara with two spoons, one presumably Mr. Carrot Cake’s.

Mr. Cake sighed. “You got me.”

“Woohoo!” Diamond Tiara shouted with a bro-hoof from Silver Spoon. The two fillies ran off towards city hall.

Mr. Cake turned back around to his wife. “Looks like it’s all up to you now honeybunch. You have to get Pinkie now. Time to execute plan Occupy Pinkie.”

Mr. and Mrs. Cake walked back into Sugarcube Corner. Pinkie was busy putting icing into perfect swirls on cupcakes. Mrs. Cake gave a wink to her husband.

Mrs. Cake moved to the sink and pretended to wash her hooves. Out of the corner of her eye, she watched Mr. Cake work his part of the plan.

“Need any help there Pinkie?” Mr. Cake inquired.

“Nah, I’m almost done.”

Mr. Cake made a quick search of the table and found Pinkie’s spoon. “Okay then…” Mr. Cake trotted along the table and made a swift grab at the spoon. He turned around to see Pinkie still concentrating hard on her masterpieces.

Mr. Cake nodded towards his wife. Mrs. Cake brought out her spoon and slowly snuck up behind Pinkie. 10 feet. 5 feet. 3 feet. One quick lunge and she would be right on top of her.

Pinkie Pie’s nose began to itch and her tail thumped against the floor. Her ears began to flop as well and Pinkie reached into her mane. She pulled out a silver utensil from her mane.

“BLAMMO!” Mrs. Cake exclaimed. “I did it!!”

“Nope,” Pinkie said. She turned around to reveal a spoon, very noticeable in her hoof. “I have one right here. And I think it’s twenty percent visible.”

Mrs. Cake’s mouth was agape. She looked over at the spoon Mr. Cake was holding and back to the one in Pinkie’s hoof. “Wha… but… how…” she stuttered.

“Well when I got Ace out this morning, I thought it would be a good idea to take his spoon and use it as a back-up, since he wasn’t going to need it anymore. Then, I made a combo just so I can know when somepony was sneaking up behind me. So I stuck my extra spoon in my hair when I forgot my first one and now here we are!”

Mr. and Mrs. Cake stood dumbfounded at Pinkie’s brilliance. Mr. Cake was the first to break the silence.

“Well that’s just great. How in the name of Equestria is anypony supposed to get you out Pinkie?”

“That’s the point silly! Nopony is going to get me out. It’s like I said before, I got this game in the bag! Sorry about that Mr. and Mrs. Cake, I know how much you guys wanted the money.”

Mrs. Cake sighed. “No, it’s fine Pinkie. At least now we can focus on the store, instead of this silly game.”

“You don’t have to give up! You just have to…” Pinkie paused trying to think of a way to help Mrs. Cake. Nothing came to mind. “I… I guess you’re right. There really is nothing you can do. Unless I decide to give up.”

“Yes, but that's not happening, correct?”

Pinkie nodded.

“Well then, the best of luck Pinkie Pie. But make sure not to use all the prize money on parties, okay?”

“I’ll do my very best, Mrs. Cake!” Pinkie exclaimed.

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The Cutie Mark Crusaders surrounded Rainbow’s sleeping body. Bonbon told them she had been there since this morning.

“Rainbow Dash?” Sweetie Belle nudged Rainbow’s shoulder.

“Huh…. what?” Rainbow said picking up her head from the table. The crisscross pattern of the table was etched onto her cheek. “Ouch…” she moaned rubbing her cheek.

Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle giggled loudly when they saw the marks on the cyan Pegasus’s face. Scootaloo, maintaining her high respect for Rainbow Dash, ignored the marks.

“What do you fillies need?” Rainbow asked.

“Do you know where we could find Lyric Noir? Applejack said you would know,” Scootaloo said.

“Lyric? He lives at the edge of Ponyville, right by the forest. I can probably show you to him sometime. Wait… is this about Blammo?”

“Yes,” Scootaloo answered truthfully.

“Well, Lyric’s already got all the money he needs. With his dad being all businessy and stuff with his wine.”

A blur of pink and blue soared up in the sky.

“Oh! That must be Fyrefly! Catch you girls later!” Rainbow spread her wings and took off towards the blur.

“Wait! What about Lyric?!” Scootaloo yelled out.

“I’ll show you to him tomorrow!” Rainbow shouted back. But right now, I need to get me some Fyrefly. Rainbow brought an extra burst of speed and began to see the outline of her target. She could also see the house made of clouds coming up.

Fyrefly looked behind her to see a rainbow-maned cyan pony flying towards her. She rolled her eyes. I really don’t want to be bothered right now… Fyrefly picked up the pace. Her pursuer increased her speed as well. Stubborn much…. Fyrefly went to full speed. Even then, Rainbow was still catching up to her.

Rainbow watched as her target kept picking up her speed. It was getting a bit tough for her to keep up, but nothing too serious. Fyrefly was flying straight towards her house. Hopefully, Rainbow would be able to get there before Fyrefly got inside.

They were closing in on the house. C’mon, just a little further Rainbow thought as she got closer to Fyrefly. She was just a few yards away now. Just a little more….

The blue-maned Pegasus suddenly made a steep climb.

“What the…?” Rainbow yelled as she looked up. POOMF. Rainbow slammed against the wall of Fyrefly’s cloud home. Her head and shoulders poked through the other side of the wall. Her mane was wet from cloud water and she had a full view of Fyrefly’s living room. Rainbow struggled to get free, but her forelegs and midsection were firmly stuck.

Fyrefly walked through her front door. She turned to the side to see Rainbow’s cyan-colored head.

“Hello. And you are?” Fyrefly asked.

“I’m Rainbow Dash. Hey, can you help me out of here?”

“And why were you following me?”

“Umm… I… I heard that you were on weather patrol and I have never seen you around. So I thought I might drop by and talk to you. Now can you get me out of these clouds?”

Fyrefly stared at the struggling Pegasus. “I don’t believe you.”

“It’s the truth! I swear!” Rainbow lied.

Fyrefly began to trot away.

“Wait! Where are you going? Help a fellow Pegasus out!” Rainbow pleaded.

“I could…. and you could tell me the real reason you were chasing me.”

Rainbow bit her lip. If she didn’t tell her, she would be stuck there for Celestia knows how long. If she did tell her, then Fyrefly would know she was hunting her and she would have even less of a chance Blammoing her. And even then Fyrefly could decide to leave Rainbow there.

“But that is the real reason!” Rainbow exclaimed.

Fyrefly turned away from her captive and drowned out the cries of help.

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Allie Way wiped the sweat off of her hooves. It was strange having to bowl with a spoon in your mouth the entire time, but it didn’t stop her from having another perfect game.

“Well everypony, it was a nice day, but I really should be heading home,” Allie said.

“Alright see you tomorrow Allie!” “Good night!” “See you soon!” the rest of the group exclaimed.

Princess Luna fidgeted in her seat. Allie Way had actually managed to spend the entire day with the spoon in her mouth. Except when she was eating, and even then she was levitating it with her magic. She would definitely not allow this day to be wasted.

“HALT!” Luna said in her Canterlot voice.

Allie Way covered her ears and looked towards the towering princess. She bowed low to her highness and squeaked, “Yes Princess?”

“We have seen thy skills with the ball of bowling and ask that thou wilst spend dinner with us and talk about thyselves,” Luna said.

Allie Way stood up to her lanky self again. The Moon Princess sure had an intimidating voice, but overall she seemed like a nice pony. A dinner with a princess! This is the opportunity of a lifetime! she thought.

“That sounds…. great,” Allie responded.

“EXCELLENT!” Luna shouted. “Let us go and find a suitable place for dining!”

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[Graze’s conscience, Kill, writes in the brackets and bolded]

<His conscience Joy writes in these and Italics>

{He responds in these}

Razor Graze looked up at the spa in front of him. He looked back down at his spoon.

[Don’t be such a pussy, just go inside.]
{Shut up Kill. It’s not normal for a colt to go inside a spa.}

{Thanks for the help Joy.}

Razor Graze sighed. Of all the ponies that had to be his target, it had to be the spa twins. Now was Lotus the pink one with a blue mane or the blue one with the pink mane?

Ditzy Doo was flying over the spa when she saw a familiar looking pony standing outside the building.

“Graze!” she yelled out and made a dive towards him.

“What the…?” Ditzy crashed into him and landed standing on top of Graze with him lying on his back.

[Get some.]

Graze looked up to see his marefriend since high school days, Ditzy. His back hurt a bit from the crash, but a large smile appeared on his face to see her eyes that shined like gold.

“Hey Bright Eyes,” Graze said.

Ditzy helped Graze up and they locked lips. They broke apart and Ditzy asked:

“What are you doing at the spa Muffin?”

Graze thought about it for a second, but realized he could trust Ditzy without a doubt.

“My target for Blammo is Lotus, so I came here to… you know… try and Blammo her.”

“Really?” asked Ditzy. “That’s weird. My target is Aloe.”

[No way. What the hell are the chances of that?]
{Well if you take all the ponies in Ponyville, then divide it…}
[Don’t get smart with me.]

“That’s awesome!” Graze exclaimed. “Do you want to team up? Since our targets are pretty much the same?”

“I would love to,” Ditzy replied. “But, we can’t go today. It’s getting late and the spa is about to close. Is tomorrow good for you?”

“Sounds great!”

Ditzy and Graze shared another deep kiss.

[Alright so there’s this story called Spa Day Soiree about the spa twins. So if you just wait a bit before Blammoing them… BAM! Four-way with three mares.]
{Get out of here, no way that’s happening. Then again…}

“I’ll see you tonight at Pinkie’s party?” Ditzy asked, breaking the conversation with Kill.

“Pinkie Pie is having a party? Of course I’m going.”

[We’re going to meet up with Pinkamena?]

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Author's Note: Well as you can tell, a lot of ponies are going to be Blammoed next chapter (nighttime). Also, Pinkie Pie is way overpowered. In case you are wondering about some of the ponies that were mentioned in this chapter, here some links:

Do I even have to tell you about Girokon? He's only the OC of the most popular Human in Equestria story ever.

Do I even have to tell you about Razor Graze? Maybe, he might be better known as Killjoy. Most commented story on this site, there's no reason you shouldn't know about it.

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Round 1 Day 1.4

Time frame: 6:30 P.M.- 8:00 P.M.

Rainbow Dash tried to move her legs to stop her stomach from grumbling. She hadn’t eaten anything since those homemade brownies Bonbon made at the café. She felt her insides tickle as her stomach pleaded silently for some food.

She could smell fresh hay being sautéed on a pan in the kitchen, mixed in with a fragrant cooking sauce. Her mouth watered with every sizzle that was heard. What is this? Some kind of sick, sick torture? I’m going to starve to death!

Her captor appeared in front of her with a steaming plate of sautéed hay with a daffodil salad on the side.

“What now? Are you going to torture me even more by eating in front of me?” Rainbow hissed.

“No, I already ate.” Fyrefly quickly jabbed a fork full of hay into Rainbow’s mouth. Rainbow felt a sudden explosion of flavor as the hay coated her tongue.

“Wha har you doin?” Rainbow asked while munching on her food.

“I may be cruel enough to leave you hanging in a wall, but I still have my morals. Everypony’s got to eat,” Fyrefly replied. She stuck another forkful into Rainbow’s open mouth.

“It’sh really good!” Rainbow said, gladly accepting each morsel her captor fed to her. “Can I get shum sashparilla?”

Fyrefly shook her head and got up. “You can at least have enough decency to finish eating before speaking again. Be right back.”

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Allie looked around nervously at the room filled with dining chattering ponies. Anywhere to look other than the princess’s deep teal eyes. Allie chanced a glance at the princess and found the Alicorn staring at her in the same intense way. Perhaps this dinner with the princess wasn’t such a great idea… Allie opened her mouth to break their silence, but decided against it.

“Tell us a little about thyself, Allie Way,” Luna announced.

Allie bit her lip nervously. How do I respond? Should I tell her about the… no! Oh no, this is just like that job interview!

“I… well I… umm… like to go bowling,” Allie stuttered.

“Yes. We have watched thou play for several hours. Pray tell, have thou been given any trophies?”

“Well I was named ‘Queen of the Alley’ at the Ponyville bowling lanes. It’s more of a special hobby of mine. I don’t actually play professionally.”

Even sitting across the princess, Allie kept hold of her spoon with her magic. Princess Luna watched it float up and down next to her target’s striped blue mane.

“Please, relax my faithful subject. There is no need to keep holding thy spoon,” spoke Luna.

Allie looked down at the princess’s spoon, resting lightly on a white napkin. “I guess you’re right…” Allie levitated her spoon down to the table.

The Moon Princess switched her gaze from Allie to the spoon and back. She slowly raised her hoof from under the table. Creeping up ever so gently closer to her spoon. Any movement that was too fast, and Allie might react. Luna heard her heart pound as her hoof finally reached the top of the table.

“So why were you at the bowling lanes today?”

Luna gave a slight shudder as her target suddenly spoke. She bit her tongue as her hoof returned to the floor from her startle.

“Well, I have learned of an interesting game and decided to visit the alley. This game was not bowling, I care little for the sport, but it was…” The princess clutched her spoon and leapt forward to the mare across her.

“BLAMMO!”

Allie watched the princess glide across the table towards her. She searched frantically for her spoon. One quick scan of the table and she looked back up to see the spoon levitating with the Princess’s magical blue aura.

Allie turned and ran out of the restaurant. She looked back to see Princess Luna in full pursuit and catching up. Her heart pounded as she forced her long legs to move faster. She was always one of the fastest runners in her elementary days, but that speed was nothing compared to a Pegasus, let alone an Alicorn. No, no, no! I can’t get out now!

Princess Luna flapped her wings in chase of her target. This truly was a hunt. She felt her whole body shake in anticipation as she drew ever closer to Allie. Luna stretched out her hoof as far as she could to get just a single point of contact to the unicorn. The wind bit at her face and wings and her eyes stung. Royalty never really flew fast all that often. But this was invigorating. She hadn’t had this much fun since, Nightmare Night. One more flap of her wings and

“BLAMMO!” Luna announced in her Canterlot voice.

Allie way tripped and tumbled forward, Luna crashing into her body and falling as well. Dust and dirt covered them as they rolled along the ground. After a moment of coughing dust, Luna shouted excitedly:

“HUZZAH! THY FIRST BLAMMO WAS A SUCCESS!”

Allie didn’t know what to do. Her heart skipped a few beats as Luna announced her Blammoment to the rest of Equestria. She couldn’t tell whether to be sad about it or angry at the princess or congratulate the princess.

Luna looked over to her ex-target. She noticed the slight tears forming in Allie’s eyes. Perhaps, we have added insult to injury…

“We apologize,” Luna told Allie. The princess cleared her throat. “I did not mean to gloat. I was just excited about getting my first Blammo. The excitement just took over and I couldn’t help but shout in joy.”

Allie nodded her head glumly. Luna couldn’t help but feel guilty for this poor mare.

“Come, Allie. Let us enjoy a… proper dinner. One where I am not aiming to hit you with thy spoon. Please?”

Allie looked up at her previous hunter. The princess had sat all day at the bowling alley, asked her to dinner, and chased her down, covering her with dirt and who knows what else, and the princess wanted to make it up over dinner. Allie sighed. Do I have a choice?

“Sure, why not?”

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Rainbow Dash finished the last piece of Fyrefly’s scrumptious daffodil salad. She licked her lips, trying to get whatever tasty goodness was left.

“Well now that I fed you, now will you tell me why you were following me?” Fyrefly asked.

“Umm… weren’t you supposed to put the food in front of me to tempt me? Then, you would try and make me crack under pressure, while I determinedly resist the urge of hunger?”

Fyrefly gave Rainbow a confused look. “What are you talking about? You’re stuck in my wall, not a prisoner of war. But that is a good idea…”

“Uggh, never mind. You want to know why I’m here? You’re my Blammo target, that’s why. I wanted to get you before you reached your house.” As terrible as it was to tell Fyrefly that she was her target, anything was better than spending another minute in that wall.

“Blammo, that’s right! Thanks for reminding me. I lost my spoon this morning and I requested a new one, but the facilitator told me I had to come back at night. See you Rainbow, I got to go get a new spoon.”

Rainbow’s eyes widened as she watched Fyrefly begin to walk out of the door.

“Wait, what?! Aren’t you going to let me out?! My back is killing me!!”

“Don’t worry Rainbow! I’ll be back in an hour…”

“Fyrefly! Fyrefly come back here! Let me out right now! Fyrefly!!” No response came.

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[Girokon’s conscience Break writes in these brackets and bolded]

{He responds in these}

“Let’s get this party started Vinyl!” Pinkie yelled. The DJ pony nodded her head and started her setup. Everypony was pouring into Sugarcube Corner, not wanting to miss a moment of one of Pinkie’s legendary parties. Cupcakes, streamers, balloons, ponies, cakes, and a new addition, spoons. For nearly every pony, there was the same number of silver Blammo brand utensils.

Girokon trotted through the bakery in search of a baby dragon. Spike said himself that he would be at the party.
[Where is that little fuck?]

Spike eyed the white unicorn at the DJ booth. Vinyl bobbed her head to the beat with spoon in her mouth, changing tracks using her magic. How the hay am I going to get her if all she’s going to do is stay there all night?

“Cheers!” Pinkie exclaimed, hitting her glass against Berry Punch’s.

Berry finished her glass in one gulp and a clear blush appeared on her pink cheeks. “Can you pour me another glass?” Berry asked.

Pinkie glanced down at the silver spoon in Berry’s hoof. Just a few more drinks and she will be all mine.

Twilight spotted Daisy sitting with the rest of the flower trio and Junebug. She felt a hoof hit her side and looked around to see Applejack.

“Ah reckon ya still remember my target?” Applejack inquired.

“Junebug. And I take it you still remember mine?”

“Lily… er one of the flower trio.”

“Daisy. Close enough. Are you ready to get our first targets?”

“You betcha!” Applejack and Twilight trotted towards the four mares, readying their spoons for the kills.

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“Hey Fyrefly! I was passing by when I saw an ass hanging out your door! I just wanted to make sure you….” a white pony with an ice-blue mane yelled as she walked through Fyrefly’s door. “Hello there. Who are you?”

Rainbow Dash struggled and squirmed in the wall. “It doesn’t matter! Just get me out of here quick! If I don’t get this itch off my back, I’m going to kill somepony!!”

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Author's Note: Yes, I didn't have to tell about Girokon's conscience because there was only one line, but still.

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Round 1 Day 2.1

When Dark Flare, Phoenix’s conscience, talks, it looks like this.
When White Fire, Phoenix’s other conscience, talks, it looks like this.
When Phoenix Flame talks mentally, it looks like this.

Inside the Ponyville hospital, Nurse Redheart tenderly cared for the sick and injured patients. it was the dream she always wanted when she was a foal. And with every job came its ups and downs. All day she passed data sheets, tools, and medicine to the doctors, caring for all the poor ponies in need. The only things she kept to herself were her nurse’s cap, a smile, and a spoon.

Outside the hospital, Phoenix Flame stood, pondering about how he would get into the building.

Just go inside the building and ask for Nurse Redheart.
We tried that remember? They just said that she was busy and can’t see anypony right now.
Why don’t you hurt yourself?
How about: this is just a game, and I’m not going to hurt myself just to Blammo one pony.
I can hurt you.
Fuck you Dark Flare.

Phoenix groaned as he continued to try to find a good way into the hospital. As the ideas filled his mind, he began to realize more and more that the only way was to injure himself. He could wait for Nurse Redheart to finish her job, but she could still be holding her spoon. And he couldn’t get the nurse in her home, because he was a Pegasus.

Ever heard of Intensive Care?
No.

Voluptuous images of Nurse Redheart with another stallion entered his mind.

What the hell Dark!?!
I’m just saying, you can get lucky.

Phoenix shook his head, trying hard to erase the images that penetrated his mind. It seemed as though the only option was to, unfortunately, hurt himself.

Alright Dark, I give up. You can hurt me. Just don’t make it too rough, okay?
Woohoo! And don’t be such a pussy, it won’t hurt that much…

Dark Flare took over Phoenix’s body. He quickly searched the area to find the most suitable form of injury. Breaking his legs of wings would be ineffective, since those were actually useful. The hospital wouldn’t take something so trivial as a cut or bruise either.

Dark Flare got himself into a running stance.
Is this really necessary?
The Pegasus charged himself at the tree ahead of him. He bent down his head and closed his eyes to ready for impact. The sound of crunching bark blasted his ears as he made contact. The stallion stumbled back after the impact. A warm trickle of blood ran down his face.

See, not too bad right?
Close enough…

Phoenix regained control of his body and staggered towards the hospital.

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“YEAH!” Pinkie, Twilight, and Rainbow Dash exclaimed. After a night filled with Blammos, the three mares were thirsty for their next targets. They could have done nothing for the next two days, but where was the fun in that? The trio trotted over to the facilitator’s table, each of them ready for anypony they would get.

“Pinkamena? Yes, your next target is the Mister Phoenix Flame.”

Pinkie nodded excitedly. It didn’t matter who the target was, she knew every single pony on that list and had the abilities to get them. Pinkie sense, two spoons, and knowing where nearly everypony lived, she was an unstoppable machine. Up next was Twilight.

“Twilight Sparkle? Your new target is the Mister Crimson Brass.”

Twilight rolled her eyes. “Pinkie! I need you!” Her first Blammo wasn’t as exciting as she thought it would be. Daisy merely shrugged at her Blammnation, her two friends weeping for her. As satisfying as her first target was, it wasn’t quite as exciting as her friends’ were.

Rainbow Dash eagerly stepped up to the table. “The name’s Rainbow Dash. I Blammoed Fyrefly!”

“Good for you,” the pony said, pushing aside any comments. Now then, Miss Rainbow Dash…. looks like your new target is Miss Lily.”

Rainbow smiled. “At least it’s somepony I know this time.” One of the flower trio, just like twilight’s old target. Fyrefly was pretty tough on Sky High, as far as Rainbow Dash heard.

Pinkie and Twilight finished their conversation of their new targets as Rainbow Dash approached.

“So Rainbow, who did you get?” Twilight asked.

“No one too special, just Lily. Somepony I know this time though,” Rainbow replied.

“Lily? Another one of the flower trio… So are you heading over to their shop now?”

“Nah, I have to head over to Lyric’s place. I was supposed to meet up with him yesterday, but my schedule got…. clouded up.”

The three continued their chat as they trotted away from the table. Another successful Blammoer strolled her way over to the table.

“We have effectively Blammoed our target, Allie Way. We wish to receive our new target.”

The facilitator graciously bowed. There was no need to ask for her name, for you would have to be a foal not to know of the great Moon Princess. Luna was beaming, truly enjoying herself for the first time in over a millennium.

“Of course Princess,” the pony exclaimed. “Your new target is…. the Mister… Ice.”

The princess’s smile faltered. She was nearly the exact opposite of Pinkie, not knowing most of the ponies in Ponyville. She expected it to be a pony she did not know, but still hoped for one of the Mane Six.

“Thank you,” Princess Luna said. Whether it was the game itself or the effects of the late night, Luna definitely wanted to experience the pleasure of Blammoing somepony once more. Hundreds of years by herself, and now she was finally interacting with others. Oh, how joyous it would be for me to win the entire competition!

Meanwhile, Lyric Noir opened his front door to find Rainbow Dash with a small blush on her cheeks.

“Hey Lyric… I’m sorry I couldn’t make it to dinner last night…” Rainbow said sheepishly.

Lyric tapped his hoof, waiting for a response.

“Okay, so here’s the story. I was going after my target in Blammo when I got stuck in her wall. She left me there for hours until one of her friends finally let me out. But it’s not too bad, I got my target in the end!”

Lyric dropped her serious gaze and chuckled a little. He could never stay angry with Rainbow for too long. And even if he did, he would fall right apart when she put a pout on her adorable face. At least she didn’t just completely forget.

“All right Rainbow, I forgive you,” Lyric stated.

“Thanks,” Rainbow answered. Her response was accompanied with a warm hug, which made Lyric’s heart jump with joy. Even after months of being with Rainbow Dash, he still shuddered at the feel of her warm fur against his.

“Congratulations by the way. You know, I got my target too. You know Bonbon right?”

Rainbow pulled away from her coltfriend. “You’re the one that Blammoed Bonbon? You know she started crying…. even if she was overreacting.”

“I know… and I do feel bad, I swear! I didn’t want or expect her to start bawling, but I had to get her out somehow…”

“Why are you even in the competition? Your father should have plenty of money. There’s no real need for you to want the prize money.”

“You’re right. But my mom wants me to make more friends, other than you. She thought this would be a great way for me to ‘meet new ponies’. So, I signed up.”

Rainbow shrugged. His mother was right, he did need to get out more. Other than herself and some of her friends, Lyric barely went outside at all.

“Makes sense to me,” Rainbow replied.

“Yeah… anyways, do you know anypony named Girokon?”

Lyric could make out a small shade of red on Rainbow’s cyan cheeks when she heard that name. Little did he know that the poor stallion was nearly molested by Rainbow Dash. Twice. Or perhaps even more.

“Umm yeah, I heard of him. You should go ask Twilight, she knows a bit more about him.”

“Is there something you’re not telling me Rainbow?”

“Nope, nothing at all,” Rainbow lied. “Whoa! Would you look at the time, got to head over to Applejack’s. See you around Lyric!” Rainbow Dash turned and darted off to the clouds.

“Wait, what about.....” Lyric sighed. Sometimes, that pony can just….

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[Razor Graze’s conscience Kill writes in the brackets and bolded]

< His conscience Joy writes in these and Italics>

{He respond in these}

Razor Graze allowed his nose to drop under the warm water of the hot tub. There wasn’t any use in not having a little bit of relaxing time since he was here. A small stream of bubbles surfaced as he breathed out. As hectic as things could get, it was nice to soak in some peace.

Graze’s head submerged entirely under the warm water. His head sprung back up as he gasped for air. So much for peace. He shook his head to get some of the moisture out of his mane.

“What the hay!?”

“Sorry muffin, but you were getting too relaxed. We’re here on a mission, remember?” Ditzy stated.

“I know, I know. But can’t we at least have a little fun while we’re here?”

[Spa. Day. Soiree. C’mon! It’s on every colts bucket list of things to do in his life.]
{I’m not having a four way!}

“Umm…. Graze?” Ditzy asked.

“Yes Bright Eyes?”

“Umm… your wings.”

Graze’s eyes widened as he suddenly realized his wings were spread out like two large pans.

As Graze struggled to keep his wings down, the two ponies of the spa trotted over.

“Sorry to interrupt,” Aloe began, “but is there anything you two need?”

“Not right now. We’ll call if anything comes up,” Ditzy replied.

The two sisters nodded and trotted away. Both of them held their spoons firm in their mouths, and had decorated them to match their coats. Lotus having a spoon with a blue handle and a pink head. Aloe having a spoon with a pink handle and a blue head.

“So what’s the plan?” Ditzy asked.

Graze raised a hoof to his head as he thought. “How about…. tabletop?”

Ditzy gave her coltfriend a confused look. “Tabletop?”

“Well I would start talking to Lotus. And then you would sneak up behind her and crouch. When you’re ready, I’ll push her. She’ll stumble back onto you, fall over into the hot tub, and drop her spoon. And then BLAMMO!” Graze explained.

“That’s great for you, but what about me and getting Aloe?” argued Ditzy.

“Oh yeah, that’s true…”

Aloe looked over to her sister who was filing her hooves.

“Don’t you think it’s weird?”

“Think what is weird?” Lotus responded.

“Don’t you think it’s strange that Ditzy and Graze are here? I mean, Ditzy normally doesn’t come to the spa, and this is the first time Razor has ever been here.”

Lotus stopped her filing and looked at her sister. She always believed Aloe thought too much, but was she perhaps… “What are you trying to say Aloe?”

“What I’m trying to say is, I think one of them might be our stalkers for Blammo,” Aloe answered.

“Well, it makes sense I guess…”

“You guess? It makes perfect sense. Those two barely show up here and when they do, it just so happens to be right after Blammo starts. Not only that, but those two are still holding their spoons! They’re probably thinking of a way to get one of us as we speak.”

“Aloe, don’t be so paranoid. What if they just wanted to…”

“Lotus! Can you come over here?” Graze called out.

The spa ponies turned their attention to the two clients. Both of them stood out of the hot tub, water dripping down their manes.

“Well, looks like I’m needed,” Lotus said.

“Don’t go!” Aloe yelled out, blocking her sister’s path. “I’ll go instead. If they asked for you personally, then they must be going after you, right? If I go instead, that’ll completely throw off their plans.”

“Aloe, you’re taking this game too seriously, don’t you think”

“NO!” Aloe interrupted. “Let me go instead!”

“Alright! I’ll just stay back then…”

Aloe nodded. She started her trot over to the couple. They think they’re so smart. Hah! This’ll foil their plan. No way are either of them getting MY sister out.

“What do you two need?” Aloe said, putting on a fake smile.

“Where’s Lotus?” Graze asked.

“Oh, she’s busy right now…” Hah! They are trying to Blammo her! “But I’m free right now. So why did you call?”

Graze looked over to Ditzy. Ditzy answered back with a silent shrug.

{But I don’t want to wait for my Blammo. It was hard enough figuring out a plan to get them both out and Aloe comes out instead and it’s really nice for Ditzy and all because she’ll definitely get Aloe out, but I want my Blammo and ah want it now!!!}

{But I….}
[I just want to push somepony!!]

“Well we think there might be a crack in the tub, do you think you can check it out?” Ditzy asked.

“And why, exactly, did you ask for Lotus specifically?”

Ditzy looked over to Graze for an answer. “Well umm… you’ve done so much today, we thought we might give you a break…” he answered.

“Right,” What a terrible excuse… “Well, let me just take a quick peek.” Aloe leaned her head over the clear waters. The bottom of the tub was the same as always, smooth and crack free.

“I don’t see anything here…” A sudden push from behind sent her flying over the waters. Everything seemed to move in slow motion for her. The cool artificial air enveloped her as she was thrust forward. The clear water below grew in front of her eyes. She was able to let out a small shriek right before her body hit the water. A small convulsion passed as the sudden warmth hit her body.

A sharp signal passed through her brain as she swallowed a large gulp of water. She turned her head upwards and swam to the surface. Aloe took in a large breath as oxygen was introduced her lungs once more. She followed up with a few coughs, trying to get the water out.

“BLAMMO!”

Aloe rubbed the water out of her eyes and looked up to see Ditzy holding a spoon right on the top of her head. Aloe gasped as she looked back into the tub to see her spoon lying helplessly on the floor. The warm water of the tub was mixed in with the warm water that began to trickle out of Aloe’s eyes. After all of her planning, all of her expectations, it turned out that it was her that the pair were going after.

Lotus watched all of the action unfold on the chair of the booth. She couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle as her sister’s prediction came true. Oh well, I guess Aloe was right. They were going after one of us.

She put down her file and trotted over to the three. At the edge of the tub, Aloe laid on the ground, a large frown on her face. Lotus put on a smile and stroked her sister’s mane comfortingly.

“It’s okay Aloe, it’s okay. So you got Blammoed, it’s not the end of the world.”

Aloe simply laid there and didn’t give any response.

“And hay, you were right! They were going after one of us. That was pretty smart of you.”

A smile appeared on Aloe’s face for just a second, before it disappeared again. Lotus let out a sigh.

“C’mon Aloe. I’ll go make your favorite tea. How does that sound?” Lotus inquired, forcing her sister onto her hooves. “Umm… you two don’t mind if we leave, right?”

“No problem,” Graze answered. “But I think Aloe’s crash might have put a crack in the hot tub.”

“Wait, seriously?! It costs a lot of bits to fix something like that!” Lotus peered over the hot tub. All she could see through the clear waters was a lone spoon.

“Where do you see a crack? I…”

Graze pushed on Lotus’s rump as hard as he could. The pony was sent flying forward and landed in the water with a satisfying Kersplash.

[Buck yeah!! We should do this more often.]

Lotus popped her head out of the water. She also let in a large gulp of air to catch her breath.

“BLAMMO!”
[Brohoofs all around.]
^.^ /) (\ ^.^ /) (^.^

Lotus propped herself out of the tub. She looked back down into the warm waters. The spoons were now keeping each other company on the tub’s floor. Lotus let out a giggle as she strained the water out of her mane.

“I didn’t see that coming… So both of you were after us?” Lotus asked.

“Eeyup,” Graze answered.

“Wow. Well, I don’t really know what to say to that, other than good luck with the rest of the competition.”

“Thanks,” Graze and Ditzy said mutually.

“Now about the bill…”

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It was a bright and sunny day, perfect for flowers. Not too hot, not too windy, not too dry, just right. Rose and Daisy tended to their flower shop just as every other day. Lily was out trying to find her target. The three had agreed to taking turns to stay in the game. Rose had just finished her turn and Daisy had been taken out by none other than Twilight Sparkle.

In the shrubbery across the shop, laid three little fillies. Two of them were chattering quietly with one another as the third peered through binoculars.

“Can you two please pay attention? You girls agreed to help me with Rose and all you two are doing are talking,” Sweetie Belle said, looking up from her binoculars.

“But it’s so boring!” Scootaloo replied. “Can’t we go after my target instead?”

“Quit complaining. We still have to wait for Rainbow Dash to come back and tell us where Lyric Noir lives. So until then, just help me out.”

“Well as fun as starin’ at them is, we need to take action. How’s about we make a plan?” Apple Bloom suggested.

“What kind of plan?” Scootaloo asked.

“Well, ya see, what you have to do is…”

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“I don’t know Dinky, Big Mac is really…. well big. I don’t want to mess with him,” Pipsqueak whispered.

“Don’t worry Pip, Big Mac doesn’t bite. Unless you really really tick him off,” Dinky Doo answered.

“But that’s what I’m afraid of!”

“Pip, we snuck out here at eight in the morning just so we can get your target. Now are you going to go get him or not?”

Pipsqueak gulped. He wasn’t normally afraid to take a challenge, but when it came to somepony as big as Big Mac, then there was trouble. “But… but he still has his spoon. I can’t get him right now.”

“Well we’re going to have to change that then, won’t we?” Dinky said. She followed up by whispering a plan into her friend’s ear.

“Golly Dinky Doo! That’s a great idea!"

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Author’s Note: In case you are wondering about some of the ponies that were mentioned in this chapter, here some links:

Phoenix Flame is an OC from the story "Where.... am I?" The story had just been changed to Mature. So, be careful.

In case you are wondering, Intensive Care is a real clop-fic. I don't read clop-fics, but I saw this on the premiere five thing and remembered the plot (lulz plot).

Dinky Doo and Pipsqueak.

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Round 1 Day 2.2

Phoenix took in a deep breath of artificial air as he awoke. Warm air bounced off the plastic mask covering his mouth. He pulled it off as he sat up. Phoenix found himself on a bed in a room surrounded by curtains and beeping monitors. It was a medical ward.

It’s about time you woke up.
What… what happened?
You got raped.
Dark Flare!!
Alright fine. You agreed to hurt yourself so you could Blammo Redheart.
Right. Blammo. Now I remember.

Grazing his hooves over his head, the soft touch of gauze was felt. Other than a dull ache, there didn’t seem to be a real reason for it. He had been through worse injuries. Scanning along the room, Phoenix’s eyes opened wide. He searched his body, a desk, the monitors, under his bed, everywhere. But he just couldn’t find the key he needed to be there. His spoon.

Where the hay is my spoon?!
Well they’re not just going to leave you with it. They took it away while they scanned your head.
So where is it now?

White Fire looked over to his companion, Dark, where he was greeted with a shrug. Realizing the two were of no help, Phoenix jumped out of his bed. Closing his eyes, he waited for a sudden spell of dizziness to pass. Trotting steadily to the windows, the Pegasus peered to the outside. A few stories below, Phoenix could see a dark red trail leading to the hospital doors. But no spoon.

Well the spoon isn’t outside. So it’s definitely somewhere in the building.
Somepony else could have picked it up. There are a lot of ponies playing Blammo and nopony would miss out on a chance for a free spoon.
So you’re saying that it might not be even be here?
Duh.

Phoenix headed for the door. The best plan would be to search through the hospital first, and if he couldn’t find it, go to city hall to request a new spoon after night fell. Once he reached the doorway, a crowd of ponies rushed by. A rough collision with one of them sent Phoenix onto his back.

“Ouch! Oh, my sincerest apologies. I’m…. what are you doing out of your bed?”

Phoenix cleared the stars from his eyes and looked up to see a stallion in a long white coat. After being helped up to his hooves, the stallion began to speak again.

“You can’t just roam the hospital all willy-nilly, Mister Phoenix. You received quite the bump to the head and really need your rest. Go on, back into your room sir.”

“Doctor, but I…”

“Ah! No, no buts. Back into your room. Now.”

The same crowd of rushing ponies passed by, this time accompanied with barking dogs.

“Not again!” the doctor exclaimed. “Why can’t any of the nurses keep an eye on her. It’s only one pony!”

“What’s wrong, doc?”

“Oh nothing, it’s just one of our patients. She’s a bit loony, you see. Has nervous breakdowns from time to time and acts like a canine. When she gets in one of her ‘moods’, she goes off running through the hospital until one of our officers get her,” the doctor sighed.

“That’s…. too bad.”

“Screw Loose, that’s the name of the mare, doesn’t mean any harm. She normally just takes whatever shiny object is around her and runs off until she can find a place to hide it for later use. It may seem harmless, but she frequently falls and bumps into things during the trip, and that is never a good thing. Plus, all the ponies in this establishment keep finding metal objects in random places. Knives, pans, bowls, necklaces, and anything else. I believe this time she is holding a spoon.”

Phoenix did a quick double-take. “Did you say…. spoon?”

“Yes, we try to keep any shiny objects away from her at all times, since they are what excite her most often. But she must have gotten a glimpse of the utensil as it was passing her room,” the doctor replied.

Well at least we know where the spoon is now.
Yeah, with a pony that belongs in an asylum that’s already being chased by over half of the doctors in this place.
You might want to find her as soon as possible.
Why?
Because if you were paying attention, you would have heard that she hides everything she can get her hooves on. If she manages to hide it, it could take days before we find it again. And if we don’t find it, then we have to find another way to get into the hospital again tomorrow, after we get a new spoon. And by then, you won’t have much time to get Redheart.
...... Buck.

“Now if you would please go back into your room so that I may restore some peace into the hospital, it would be greatly appreciated,” told the doctor.

The next the doctor knew, he was sent flying to the wall as Phoenix started soaring down the hall.

“Sorry doc!” Phoenix exclaimed. “But I got to go catch that mare! I need that spoon!”

“Spoon? What the…. you get back here right now Mister Phoenix!”

Phoenix rounded the corner, searching frantically through the passing rooms in search of his new target. Left and right, all he could see were sick ponies, and nurses caring for them. Searching through nearly the entire floor, the Pegasus headed for the stairwell.

Which way are we going here?
Go down.

On the floor two stories above, Nurse Redheart stopped for a moment to catch her breath. It seemed like nearly every week she would get her exercise by chasing Screw Loose. One simple spoon was all it took to set the crazed mare off. Looking down at her own spoon, she gazed upon its silvery surface. Well, I was crazed enough to join this silly game. Too bad I don’t have much free time to go after Frigid Drift. Breathing back to normal, she took off once more for Screw Loose.

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She had the most advantages in the game. She knew everypony in the town. She knew where they lived. She knew where they worked. But the only problem Pinkie Pie encountered was she didn’t know where everypony was at one moment. The pink Earth pony paced back and forth in her room, anxiously playing with her spoon as she talked with her pet alligator.

“Gummy! What am I going to do? I checked Phoenix’s house, every street in Ponyville, city hall, Sugarcube Corner. Everywhere I think he might be, he’s just not there. How am I supposed to have fun playing the game if I can’t even find my target!” the pink mare explained.

The baby alligator simply stared at his owner. Somehow, Pinkie found an answer from his silence.

“That’s a great idea Gummy! I’ll check the hospital!” Hopping happily out of her room, Pinkie smiled to herself as the thought of yet another Blammo approached her mind.

Mrs. Cake watched her baker bounce out of her store. Ever since the game started, Pinkie has been neglecting her duties. Not that it mattered anyhow; the pink mare would do this frequently whenever she decided to play with her friends. But this time it was different. The game could go on for several weeks, and with the babies, it would be difficult to pass every day without her aid.

The counter bell rang in front of her. The cyan mare gasped not only because of the sudden sound, but also the filly that rang the bell.

In front of Mrs. Cake stood a white mare, her entire torso covered in bandages. Her mane and tail was very short and looked as though the barber had no idea what he was doing. A unicorn with a coat of pure white, but was tainted with many scratches and burn marks.

“Oh my! Whatever happened to you, dearie?” Mrs. Cake asked concernedly.

A coughing fit passed before the filly spoke. “My name is Cloud Chaser. I kind of went through a bad accident.”

“What happened?”

“Well…. let’s just say my name really fits me.” Pulling out a silver spoon, Cloud Chaser stated, “I was hoping that you would let me Blammo you. I need the money to... money…” The filly sniffled and a tear trickled.

“Go on, dearie. What’s wrong?”

“Well, both my parents are dead. And-and I have no place to live and no food to eat. So I could really use the money from the competition to…to…” Cloud Chaser let her waterworks flow freely from her eyes.

Mrs. Cake stared at the weeping filly with her mouth agape. Her heart was in pieces for the poor mare. Nopony should have to suffer like that.

“Of course I’ll help you! Please, you can tell the facilitators that you Blammoed me. I wouldn’t be able to sleep at night knowing that I was preventing you from having any happiness in your life. You poor filly!”

Cloud Chaser wiped the tears from her eyes. She looked up at the pudgy mare and gave her a warm hug. “Thank you miss. I’m so glad to know that there are such nice people out there in Equestria.”

“Don’t mention it! I absolutely insist. Oh, and take some cupcakes with you dearie, you look so starved. And some muffins too. And maybe some pie?”

The white unicorn walked out of Sugarcube Corner with a wide grin on her face. That was just a bit too easy for her. True, she didn’t have her parents and had no place to live, but she didn’t need this money. She had a reasonably good life, stealing whatever she needed or wanted. But with the 5000 bits, Cloud Chaser could further pursue her dreams. Her dreams of finally being able to fly on her own, just like a Pegasus.

Those were the real reasons for the injuries. Dozens upon dozens of failed attempts to touch the sky. Being a unicorn, she had the ability of magic, but nothing would have pleased her more to be able to fly through the clouds just like a Pegasus.

It was simple enough to Blammo the old mare at the bakery. Plus, I got free food. This competition is going to be a snap. Then again, who wouldn’t want to help a starving, beat up filly?

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The sweet scent of a meadow filled with blooming flowers penetrated Rainbow’s nose. Looking down, the Pegasus saw the flower trio’s store. In addition, she spotted three little fillies talking to each other behind a bush. As she landed on a branch just above them, Apple Bloom continued telling her two friends of what to do.

“So ah’ll take Lily and Scootaloo takes Daisy. That way, Sweetie Belle will have Rose all to herself so she can Blammo her. And without the other two to remind her, Rose is bound ter ferget!” Apple Bloom stated.

“What do I do once I’m alone with Rose?” asked Sweetie Belle.

“Ask her to show ya how ter plant seeds or water the flowers. Something that uses her hooves,” Apple Bloom replied.

“And what do I do?” said a voice from above.

The Crusaders let out a squeal before finding the voice to emanate from Rainbow Dash.

“Hey Crusaders,” Rainbow started, “what are you fillies planning to do this time?”

“Cutie Mark Crusaders Flower Growing Blammo Mission!” Apple Bloom answered. “We’re helpin’ Sweetie Belle git her target fer Blammo. One of the flower mares, Rose.”

“Really? That’s interesting because…”

“Rainbow Dash!” interrupted Scootaloo. “Can you tell me where Lyric Noir lives? You were going to tell me before, but you left in a hurry.”

“Lyric? He lives at the edge of Ponyville, around Sweet Apple Acres. But I think he’s headed off to Twilight’s place. Something about needing to find Girokon. Not that you know him.”

“Does he go there often?” asked Scootaloo.

At this, Rainbow let out a hearty laugh. “Do you really think I would go out with an egg-head? No, he doesn’t go there. In fact, he doesn’t leave his house that much either,” replied Rainbow.

The orange filly bit her lip nervously, looking around at her two friends. Suddenly, she took off running.

“Scootaloo!” Sweetie Belle cried out. “Where are you going?!”

“I’m heading for the library! For all I know, this may be the only chance I get to Blammo my target!” the young Pegasus yelled back.

“What about my target…” Sweetie Belle began to ask before watching her friend disappear.

“What are we going to do now?” Apple Bloom asked. “We need Scootaloo to get rid of Daisy.”

“Well I don’t know about Daisy,” Rainbow began, “but my target is Lily. So if you take Daisy instead, then I can get Lily while Sweetie Belle gets Rose. It’s perfect!”

“Hold on a sec. That means you two get yer targets, but ah don’t git mine? Ah might as well just leave like Scootaloo and go after mah target,” responded Apple Bloom. “So what’s in it fer me?”

“Well who’s your target?”

“Raindrops.”

“Raindrops?” As in, my weather team buddy, Raindrops?”

“You know her?” Apple Bloom asked excitedly.

“Of course I know her. I can even introduce you to her sometime. But if you leave now…”

“Alright, alright. Ah’ll help ya two out. But only if ya show me Raindrops afterwards.

Rainbow Dash nodded to the country filly and heard the first part of the plan. Although it may have been just as easy to do it by herself, she decided to get all the help she could get.

A light chime went off as the door opened. The three flower mares turned their heads to the door and said perfectly in unison:

“Welcome to Sunshine Gardens! How may we help you?”

“We want to learn all about growing flowers so we can git our cutie marks!” Apple Bloom answered. “Cept fer Rainbow Dash. She just wanted ter join us.”

Rose was the first to step up to the plate. “I’m so glad to hear you girls are interested in flower growing. It takes a lot of responsibility to properly tend to flowers. You think you girls are up for the challenge?”

Apple Bloom flipped a quick nod to Sweetie Belle. The unicorn winked back in response.

“I sure am! Hey Rose, do you think you can show me how to plant a seed?” inquired Sweetie Belle.

“Of course I can! Just follow me,” Rose responded.

“We’ll come too!” Daisy and Lily chimed.

“Wait, Daisy! Do ya think you can show me… how ter move flowers into different pots? Somewhere away from Rose?” Apple Bloom asked.

“Umm…. okay. Are you sure you don’t want to watch Rose?”

“Nah. Ah planted plenty of seeds out on the farm. But ah never had to move a plant. Do ya think you can show me now?”

“Sure! Follow me.”

“I’ll come with you,” Lily added.

“Hey Lily! Don’t leave me hanging! Can we… can you show me…. wanna chat?” Rainbow concluded.

“Well I’m sure that would be fun, but I think…”

“Come on!” Rainbow insisted, wrapping a hoof around Lily. “We never talk. Why wouldn’t you want to spend a little quality time with the great Rainbow Dash?”

“Oh well um…”

“Yeah, let’s head outside and you can talk to me about…. flowers and stuff. How does that sound?”

“Well I…”

“Great, let’s go!”

“Now then, how are we going to do this…” Rose asked herself.

“You could just drop your spoon,” Sweetie Belle said. “Since you need your hooves for the flowers and your mouth to explain to me about what to do.”

Roseluck through the filly a suspicious look. “I don’t know about that. How do I know you’re not my hunter?”

“Well… how do ah know yer not my hunter?”

Rose tilted her head as her brain tried to clarify what the filly just said. Shaking her head, Rose replied, “How’s about we both drop our spoons? And then put them on the table over there?”

Sweetie Belle fought to let out a grin. Apple Bloom planned out what to do if this were to happen. Since Sweetie Belle was a unicorn and Rose was an Earth pony, all Sweetie Belle had to do was levitate her spoon back to her and Blammo Rose.

“Sounds fair to me,” the unicorn replied.

The pair placed their spoons on the table in front of the one they were to work on. Satisfied, Roseluck returned and pulled on some gloves.

“First of all,” Rose began, “you need gloves, so your hooves don’t get dirty. Then you need to…”

Sweetie Belle pretended to pay full attention to Rose. In reality, she was waiting for the mare to really start working. Then Sweetie Belle would simply get the spoon using her magic and Blammo Rose.

“Hold on one second…”

“Huh?” Sweetie Belle exclaimed. She watched Rose head back to the table in front and flip a pot over the two spoons. “What are you doing?”

“Well I just realized that you’re a unicorn, and you could simply use your magic to get your spoon and I would be helpless. This way, I can see the pot move if you’re reaching for the spoon. Just an extra precaution.”

The young unicorn’s jaw dropped. It was as though the mare could read her mind. How am I supposed to get to my spoon?! She can clearly see the pot move if I tried to use my magic.
“It’s fine. there’s no need to worry anyways,” Sweetie Belle lied.

“Great! So like I was saying…”

Quickly switching her gaze from Rose to the upside-down flower pot, Sweetie Belle drowned out Rose’s words as she thought to herself. I can still get to my spoon, all I have to do is do it more sneakily. A faint glow appeared around the pot. Slowly, one of the sides began to tip upwards.

Rose looked up at the pot to find it fall flat onto the tabletop, as though it was barely being picked up. And she could have sworn she saw a magical glow around it right before it fell. Another suspicious look at the filly next to her, Rose continued with her explanation.

Sweetie Belle bit her lip. That was too close. How am I going to do this?! The filly grinded her teeth as she struggled to find an answer. There was no way she could distract Rose long enough to look away from the pot. It seemed hopeless. If only Rose hadn’t covered both our spoons…. both our spoons…. both.

The filly’s eyes glistened as an idea popped into her head. If it was allowable, she would have facehoofed at how simple the answer was. Not giving a second thought, Sweetie Belle used her magic to levitate both of the spoons from under the pot.

Rose looked up yet again, this time to find two spoons emerging over the table.

“Sweetie Belle! What are you doing?! Put those back!” Roseluck began to back away from the filly.

“It’s fine Rose. I mean, it was your idea after all. This is just my answer to it.”

A look of terror appeared on the flower mare’s face. The two spoons threateningly glided towards her. She turned her gaze momentarily to Sweetie Belle to find her mouth one word.

“Blammo!”

Roseluck facehoofed. She made it too simple for the filly. How did I not think of that?! What made me think that a pot would save everything! Dang it!

“Apple Bloom, I did it! I Blammoed Rose!” Sweetie Belle yelled joyously.

“That’s great Sweetie Belle!” Apple Bloom responded.

“Huh?” Daisy said to herself. She watched as Rose slowly trudged to where she was standing, a look full of shame on her face.

“I’m sorry Daisy. I got Blammoed… and now all that’s left is…”

“Now all we have to do is wait for Rainbow Dash to get Lily!”

Rose and Daisy looked at each other. “Lily…?”

“And this is delphinium, they’re one of my favorites. It can grow over six feet and…”

Rainbow rolled her eyes in boredom. Lily would continue on talking excitedly about flowers, but the cyan-coated pony could barely find an interest in them. All she really wanted was for Lily to let go of her spoon, but it looked as though that wouldn’t be any time soon.

“LILY! Rainbow Dash is trying to-” Rose yelled from inside the store before her mouth was covered by a Sweetie Belle.

“What’s happening?” Lily spoke out, rushing for the entrance.

“Whoa! Hold on a sec,” Rainbow interrupted, blocking the entrance with her body. “I’m sure it’s nothing.”

“LILY! Get away from-”

“Rainbow Dash is your-”

“Blam-”

“Get off of me!”

“Get out of the way Rainbow! It sounds serious!” Lily insisted.

“No! It’s nothing at all. What were you saying about those delphinos?”

“Delphiniums, but… Let me through!” Lily pushed against Rainbow’s body, using all her force to try and get into the store. A sweat ran down Rainbow’s cheek as she began to lose her grip on the ground. She was normally a pretty tough pony, but Lily was pushing really hard. Quickly losing footing, Rainbow fell down as Lily broke through. Unfortunately, Lily hadn’t expected the sudden tossing of Rainbow and was sent flying forward into the mess of four ponies in front of her, her spoon sent flying away through the air.

After her head cleared, she heard Daisy and Rose calling out to her.

“Lily! Lily quickly! Find a spoon?”

Lily shook her head in confusion. “Spoon? What do you mean?”

“We mean that Rainbow’s your hunter for Blammo. Hurry up and find a spoon before Rainbow comes and-”

“BLAMMO!” Rainbow yelled. “Woohoo! Yeah! That’s two for Rainbow Dash!”

Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle shared a smile. “Cutie Mark Crusaders Flower Growing Mission Success!”

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“Does anypony know where Apple Bloom, Sweetie Belle, Scootaloo, Dinky Hooves, and Pipsqueak are?” a disappointed Cheerilee asked, looking out at her half-empty classroom.

“I think they said something about getting their targets for Blammo,” replied Twist.

With a shake of disapproval, Cheerilee looked down at her own spoon. As fun as games were, education was always more important to her. And she hoped that her belief would have rubbed off on her students.

“The game may be enjoyable, but that is no excuse to skip out on class. They better have a good excuse as to why they believed playing games was more important than…”

As Miss Cheerilee continued her rant inside the classroom, a certain blue Pegasus watched from outside the window. Blue Breeze by name, he was ecstatic to hear that he received Miss Cheerilee as his target. Being a teacher, all he had to do was watch the mare inside her class and wait for her to let go of her spoon and Blammo! If only it were simple.

Finished with her tirade, Cheerilee looked out of her window to find a large pair of eyes peering through the window. Noticing her gaze upon them, the eyes quickly disappeared.

“Hmm… that must be…” Cheerilee said as she opened the school door to check who it was.

“Mr. Brazen Hail! I’m so glad that you could come,” the mare said, pulling Blue Breeze into the classroom.

Blue Breeze considered telling the mare that she was wrong, but decided against it. A bunch of awkward questions would have to be answered if he were to blow his cover. Plus, this way he would get closer to Cheerilee. The Pegasus stared forward to find a bunch of foals staring back at him.

“I’m back class. I want you all to give a warm welcome to Brazen Hail! He’s going to help us learn about body parts today!”

“Hello Mr. Hail!” the class exclaimed in unison. Breeze waved a nervous hoof back in response.

“Now then, I’ll take your spoon Mr. Hail, and would you please lean against that wall?” Cheerilee inquired.

Placing the spoon on her desk, Breeze laid his body against the wall. Cheerilee turned to him with a large roll of tape. Pulling off a long piece, Cheerilee explained:

“This will only take a few minutes. And thank you again for graciously allowing us to use your body.”

“Wait what?!” Breeze shouted. The next thing he knew, all four of his legs were taped to the wall, spreading his entire body out. His wings and waist were also taped.

“What are you doing? Is this some kind of sick…” Breeze got out before his mouth was taped as well. On the piece, it read the word ‘Mouth’.

“Mmmph! Mphmm!” Breeze whined. Being forcibly taped to a wall was not something he wanted to do. What kind of sick torture is this?!

“Now Mr. Hail, you said you were fine with this. I don’t want to hear any complaints. So, class on with the lesson.”
“We’ll start from the top. This part of the body is the head,” explained Cheerilee, smacking Breeze’s head with her spoon. Apparently she decided the spoon would make to be a great pointer.

“Mmmmph!” Breeze complained. The spoon didn’t hurt that much on its own, but after being hit several times, it stung a bit.

“Quiet, please, Mr. Hail. I’m in the zone!” Cheerilee continued.

Blue Breeze endured the irritation of the spoon. It was slapped across his cheeks, hit against each of his legs, and poked dozens of times on his belly. But nothing compared to the pain when Cheerilee finally concluded her lesson.

“And this part,” Cheerilee started, “is what ponies call, in a simple term, ‘balls’.”

The Pegasus let out a silent scream as a spoon was jabbed under his groin. She could have punched him in the face and it wouldn’t have hurt compared to this pain. And the worst part was, he couldn’t bend over to feebly help block it. A few more stabs and tears began to appear. Cut off my legs if you want!! Just stop hitting my family jewels! AAHH!

Sitting in their desks, Snips and Snails watched in horror, while the fillies in the class merely giggled. A few more hits and Breeze was certain that he would pass out. Fortunately for him, Cheerilee stopped her lesson. Ripping off the pieces of tape, Blue Breeze sunk weakly to the floor, curling up into a feeble position.

“Is there something wrong Mr. Hail?” the magenta teacher asked ignorantly.

“Shumponculladakkr…” Breeze whimpered. It would take weeks for him to get over this traumatizing experience. Cheerilee dropped everything and helped Breeze onto his hooves.

All of a sudden, a Pegasus barged into the classroom. The class snapped their heads towards the new visitor.

“Sorry I’m late Miss Cheerilee! Got held up at the factory,” the pony said, breathing heavily as though he just ran a mareathon.

Cheerilee cocked her head in confusion. “Who are you?”

“Why I’m Brazen Hail. You said you needed me for your class today?”

“You can’t be Brazen Hail. This pony said he was Brazen Hail,” Cheerilee replied, pointing at Blue Breeze.

“He’s not Brazen Hail, I am! Just who are you really kid?” the pony roared, stamping a hoof by at Breeze.

“Just a moment,” Breeze answered. He staggered over to a desk, pain still erupting from under him. Turning back around to Miss Cheerilee, Breeze muttered,

“Blammo!”

Collapsing on the floor again, Breeze clutched his groin and curled up. The pain seemed to be endless. If only she didn’t tape my mouth…. if only….

“What the..?”

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Pinkie Pie did not expect the fiasco that she saw when she entered the hospital. A cyan mare with a messed up gray mane rushed by her. In hot pursuit, Nurse Redheart flashed by. Next came the real reason she was here, Phoenix Flame. Not only that, but he didn’t have his spoon. As he also rushed by, a crowd of doctors followed after him.

A sharp gasp erupted from the pink mare’s mouth. “Who put on a chase party and didn’t invite me? I need to be in the chase just as much as the next pony! Gummy! Cue the cartoon chase music.” Pinkie soon joined the mess in the halls, determined on getting her target.

Mr. Waddle couldn’t make heads or tails of the scene in front of him. It was a simple hall, nothing special, with a few doors on each side. But the hullabaloo came from all the ponies rushing through them.

Out of the doors rushed Screw Loose chased by Nurse Redheart. From another door came Phoenix Flame and Pinkie Pie. Screw Loose came by chasing a herd of doctors. Phoenix flew ahead, followed by Redheart followed by the doctors. Redheart and Phoenix crossed in front of one another. Out popped the doctors colliding into Screw Loose. Screw Loose picked herself up and flew into one of the rooms. Two Pinkie Pies were now in plain sight. The two waved to each other hopping back into the rooms. Phoenix went into view and stayed in the middle of the hallway. Screw Loose flashed by and Phoenix went back into pursuit. Nurse Redheart chased after the herd of doctors. Gummy waddled across the hall and Phoenix flew above him, followed by Pinkie Pie. Screw Loose, Phoenix, Pinkie, and Redheart all passed by one another into separate rooms. Pinkie came out from under the rug and zipped into the rooms yet again.

Mr. Waddle sat helplessly trying to understand what he was watching.

“I need to stop using that medication,” he said to himself. Finally, the music stopped.

Phoenix leaned against the wall to catch his breath.

I love chase scenes. They’re always so funny.
Shut… the… buck up… White…
You really need to start working out.

“Phoenix Flame? Is that you?”

The Pegasus turned around to find Nurse Redheart, breathing as heavily as he was.

“Shouldn’t you…. be in your room?” panted Redheart.

“I… need to get something…” replied Phoenix.

“We caught her!” one of the doctors exclaimed. The doctors reappeared around a corner, holding one Screw Loose, barking madly into the air.

“Good work! I didn’t expect to catch her until nightfall.”

“Hold on a sec, doc! Is she holding a spoon with her?” Phoenix asked.

“A spoon? No, no spoon here.”

AAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!!! What the hay are we supposed to do now!?

“AAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!!” Phoenix yelled out. “Where the hay did the spoon go?!”

“Mister Flame, please calm down. It’s not good for your head if you get too excited,” said Redheart.

“How am I supposed to calm down? I lost my Blammo spoon and now I can’t get my target!”

“Calm down! If it means that much to you Mister Flame, you can have my spoon.”

“Again! How am I… wait what?”

“You can have my spoon. I don’t really even know why I signed up for this game. I don’t have any time during the day to follow anypony, so I guess there’s no real use for it.”

“Seriously? Are you sure?” asked Phoenix.

Pushing the spoon into Phoenix’s hooves, Redheart replied, “I insist. Anyways, whatever Screw Loose hides won’t be found for a good few days.”

Graciously accepting the spoon, Phoenix hesitated for a moment.

What are you doing?! Blammo her!
I can’t do it now! This was so nice of her!
Stop being such a wuss and do it!
But this is her own spoon…
Look, we didn’t bash our heads and spend the entire afternoon chasing a loony pony for nothing. She’s practically given up already! Just do it!

“Umm…. Blammo?”

“Excuse me?” inquired the nurse.

“Blammo. I’m your hunter,” Phoenix replied, trying to make the nurse understand.

But Redheart still tilted her head. “What do you mean?”

“Listen,” started Phoenix. “The whole reason why I’m even in this hospital is to Blammo you. My head injury? I hurt myself to get an excuse in here.”

Nurse Redheart eyed Phoenix curiously. “You…. know you’re an idiot, right?”

Phoenix opened his mouth to argue, but reconsidering his entire plan, saw that she might have been correct.

“No I’m…. yeah, you’re right,” said a defeated Phoenix.

At the end of the hallway, Pinkie turned to go back to Sugarcube Corner. This isn’t a problem. Sure, I could have gotten him if Redheart didn’t get in the way. But all I have to do is wait until morning and he will be mine. All mine!!! The pink mare laughed maniacally as she exited the doors.

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Author's Note: In case you are wondering about some of the ponies that were mentioned in this chapter, here are some links:

Screw Loose was the barking pony in "Read It and Weep" If I offended anypony with her, well I'm sorry.

Cloud Chaser is from a tumblr, NOT the one from Three of Me Vs School Society. So it brings up a question, would you get in the way of a homeless orphan just trying to get some money?

Blue Breeze is an OC from the story Continuing the Dream. I had to do what I had to do to him.

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Round 1 Day 2.3

“Now then, Miss Rainbow Dash, you have gotten Miss Lily, correct?”

“Yep, that’s my second Blammo. Pretty impressive, huh?” boasted the cyan Pegasus.

“Quite,” the facilitator pony answered, a bit sarcastically. Scrolling down her list, she placed a large red “X” over Lily’s name. Glancing at the name below, the pony continued.

“You’re next target is the Doctor Romana Colgate.”

“Dr. Colgate? You mean my dentist?” asked Rainbow.

“Miss Rainbow Dash, I have no idea who any of the ponies in the competition are. Now would you please move so that I may attend to the ponies behind you?” the pony rudely asked.

Rainbow mumbled something inaudible, cursing off the bad-mannered facilitator. Doctor Colgate was a fantastic dentist, known throughout Equestria for her extraordinary toothpaste. Not only that, but she had some of the most advanced pieces of equipment for her dentistry, even if they were a bit questionable. And overall, she was a very nice pony.

But there was a reason ponies refrained from going to Colgate’s office. A strange tendency to brush the manes of her clients with her trademark toothbrush. Indeed, on her days off, the mare could be seen across Ponyville, attacking unsuspecting ponies from behind and vigorously brushing their manes. Screaming on the ground, the ponies would struggle to get out of Colgate’s grasp, but to no avail. After all was said and done, the ponies would look up at their gloriously brushed mane and yell in terror. Yes, some would say that Colgate was perhaps a bit insane. The way the mare’s pupils would dilate whenever she saw an unsuspecting pony. The way she would tense up until she finally got her hooves on her target, relaxingly stroking the victim’s mane as the pony would scream into the air.

Speaking of which, the dentist stared intensely at the departing head of rainbow hair. Breathing heavily, heart beginning to race, Colgate reached back into her saddlebag. Brushie… Brushie… Brushie… Taking out her toothbrush, the pony took a step towards Rainbow before quickly stopping herself. As pleasing as it would be to brush down that messy mane of the rainbow, there were more important things to take care of. Perhaps some other time. Disappointed, Colgate sheathed her brush and trotted over to the facilitator pony.

“Excuse me?” the unicorn asked.

“Yes?” the facilitator questioned back.

“I just Blammoed my target, Hu… Hugh Jelly. Can I get my next one?” Colgate shuddered at his name. It took her hours to remove all the jelly off of her precious toothbrush, and she could still smell blueberries if she sniffed it.

“Who are you?”

“Oh, right. I am Romana Colgate.”

“Romana Colgate? That’s good, I just saw your name on here. Let’s see…. yes, you’re next target is the Miss Ditzy Doo.”

Ditzy Doo? Her mane is pretty straight…. but I’m sure there are a few curls here and there. Chasing down ponies wasn’t a new activity Colgate had since the game started, she had been doing it for years. Running down scared ponies and attacking their manes. Good times.

“Thank you,” replied an appreciative Colgate. It wouldn’t be hard for the dentist to find the mare, or anypony at that. As all physicians do, she had updated files of where all of her patients lived, worked, and much more. Colgate was surprised herself at how long it took to finally get the jelly pony. Hopefully for her, Ditzy Doo wouldn’t be as much of a challenge.

Speaking of which, the wall-eyed mare talked to her coltfriend as she approached the facilitator’s table. Seeing how successful they were with their teamwork to get their first Blammos, Ditzy Doo and Razor Graze considered pairing up.

“How may I help you two?” the facilitator asked.

“My name is Ditzy Doo, and I Blammoed Aloe,” answered Ditzy.

“And my name is Razor Graze, and I Blammoed Lotus,” followed Graze. “Can we get our new targets?”

“Are you sure you two want to hear them together? It’s possible for you two to have one as your target.”

Ditzy and Graze looked over at each other. It was their second targets they were going for, so it didn’t matter. If they were to get one another as a target, the hunter could just do nothing. Seeing that they were thinking the same thing, the couple nodded at the pony across the table.

“Alright then,” the pony said, looking back down on her list, “Miss Ditzy Doo, you have Princess Luna. And Mister Razor Graze, you have Miss Cloud Chaser.”

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“Now that I think about it Dinky, I don’t think this is such a good idea,” told Pipsqueak.

“Pip, we didn’t spend all afternoon making this, just to give up without even trying it. What are you so worried about?” Dinky asked.

“It doesn’t look like a tree at all! And the apples aren’t even red!”

“Hay! The paint store was out of red, so I had to use the next best thing.”

“So you chose salmon pink?”

“It’s pretty close to red….”

“Dinky, you do realize that there are yellow and green colored apples too, right?”

“Don’t be silly Pip, that’s like saying there are yellow cherries or purple grapes.”

Pipsqueak brought a hoof up his face. A long moment of silence passed before the colt finally decided to speak again.

“Listen, I don’t think Big Mac will be fooled by this at all. Maybe we should just move on to a different plan.”

“It’s bound to work. It’s a great idea! And what’s the harm in trying?” Dinky asked.

“Well if…”

“C’mon, it’s almost sundown! If we don’t rush over there now, we’re going to have to wait until tomorrow!”

“But I think…”

“No time to waste! Grab the tree and let’s get going!”

“Wait but if…” Pip started, but it was too late. Dinky was already rushing forward towards Sweet Apple Acres. Letting out a sigh, the colt picked up the tree look-alike by one of its branches, and made his way as well.

“Please move out of the way sir!” Dinky yelled.

Maghus Uncorn slid out of the way of the rushing filly. All he could do was watch curiously as a colt passed by with what appeared to be a cardboard peach tree. Ignoring the strange acts, the unicorn turned to keep on walking home when another unicorn bumped into him.

“Oof! My bad,” the pony said.

Maghus dusted himself and looked at the opposing pony, first checking if he still managed to hold onto his spoon. She was another unicorn with a coat of pure ivory and an electric-blue mane. Large purple shades rested on her eyes and she carried a bulging saddlebag.

“It’s no problem at all,” Maghus replied, “I should have looked where I was going.”

“Oh, okay,” said the pony, shrugging off any other sign of apology. “So where are you headed?”

“Umm… home?”

“Pffft…” sounded the pony, waving a hoof as if shooing away the notion. “That’s boring. Why don’t you head on over to the club with me?”

“The club? I don’t know…”

“Come on! Just a little bit of time listening to some awesome music, maybe dance with a few mares, have a drink or two… doesn’t that sound fun?” insisted the unicorn.

“Yes, it does, but… wait, you don’t even know me!”

“I don’t know you yet. Now come on, the club’s waiting.”

“But I…”

“Alright listen. I don’t know how much experience you have, but when a hot mare like me asks you to go to the club, you’re supposed to say yes. Got it?”

Maghus rolled his eyes. There was no point in arguing with this one. And perhaps she was correct, he didn’t have anything too important planned. A nice night out did seem like an enjoyable idea. Vinyl stared intently at the unicorn in front of her, waiting for a response, although he couldn’t tell with her glasses on.

“Well, I guess there’s no harm in going. Alright, I’ll come,” Maghus finally replied.

“Awesome! You won’t regret it!” Vinyl exclaimed, taking Maghus and pulling him towards the direction of the club.

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“Tell me again why we’re still bucking for apples?” Big Macintosh asked.

“Because,” Applejack started, rolling her eyes, “Apple Bloom is going ter git Blammoed by Fluttershy tonight, more than likely. That leaves only you to git the bits to fix up the farm. So if we buck some more apples today, we can spend the rest of tomorrah lookin’ fer yer target.”

“Well ah never really joined the game to win sis. And why are you so gung ho about Blammo anyway? There’re hundreds of ponies in the game, why do you want us to win?”

“Big Mac, do ah have to remind ya about 5000 bits? Think about what we can do around the farm!”

“We’ve been just fine without that kinda money. I just don’t see us winnin’ it all.”

“This ain’t like Pegasus Hold ‘Em, Big Mac. We got more control of the game than just the luck of the draw. So y’all better hush up and help out the family!”

A sigh left Big Mac’s mouth. “Fine AJ, whatever floats yer boat.”

Applejack vented out the frustration that was building inside her. Her brother was an easy-going stallion, but sometimes his quiet, lazed attitude was a bit too much for her. “Thanks Mac. Now ah don’t want you lettin’ go of that spoon fer a second. Not one second, ya hear?”

“Eeyup.”

“Great. Now finish up those last group of trees over there, and Granny Smith and ah should have dinner ready by the time you finish.”

The roan stallion complied with a nod and yet another “Eeyup”. Strolling to the indicated group of trees, Big Mac gave each one a swift kick with his hindleg, causing dozens of apples to fall harmlessly into a basket. After a few minutes, his stomach began to grumble.

Somewhat irritated, the stallion picked up his pace. Biting his lip, Big Mac tried to ignore the thoughts of the warm, scrumptious food inside. He could practically taste the sweet apple pie that would inevitably be for dessert.

Absent-mindedly, Big Mac kicked yet another tree, waiting for the apples to drop. But no thuds came from above. The stallion looked up to see dozens perfectly pink apples, still hanging on the tree’s flat branches. Another swift kick, but the apples still stood firm on their roots.

The stallion’s agitation raised another level. He only had a few more trees to go before he could finally head inside. Having no more of the tree’s defiance, Big Mac struck the fauna with both of his hind legs. After hearing the satisfying crunch of the bark, Big mac turned to observe his handiwork.

The tree had a large gaping hole in its bark and was tilting dangerously. Yet the apples still didn’t fall. Clenching his teeth, the stallion prepared himself to give another brutal buck.

“Whoa! Big Macintosh, didn’t ya learn last time about bucking the apples too hard?” a sweet voice said.

Looking around, Big Mac found Apple Bloom trotting over with Dinky Hooves. A flashback quickly came over his eyes of a large apple tree flying over to city hall. Luckily, nopony believed one stallion could send a fully grown tree soaring through the skies.

“Eeyup,” Big Mac responded.

“What’s wrong?” Dinky asked.

“Apples won’t fall.”

“Really now?” inquired Dinky. “Maybe you should drop the spoon. It’s getting in the way of your breathing.”

Standing unaware, the stallion suddenly realized he had a spoon in his mouth. It was such a small inconvenience that he didn’t notice it at all. Big Mac switched his gaze from the barn to the leaning pink apple tree.

“Well ah guess. Just make sure not to tell AJ, ya hear? She told me not to let go of mah spoon, but this’ll only be a second,” replied Mac, handing his spoon to Apple Bloom. The filly gagged as she held the slobbery spoon away from her. Still, better than having to carry Granny Smith’s dentures.

“Now Pip!”

Dashing out from behind the tree, a white colt rushed in front of Big Macintosh, spoon high in his hoof, the colt valiantly shouted out,

“BLAMMO!”

Applejack dropped the plate of fritters she was carrying. Ignoring the scattered crumbs and shattering dishware, along with Granny Smith’s rant, the country mare trotted over to the window. Breathing hard through her nose, Applejack struggled to contain her fury. She told him not to do it. She told him not to let go of his spoon. He even said he wouldn’t. But as she gritted her teeth, there he was outside, no spoon on him. And next to him, little Pipsqueak raising his own spoon up to him.

“Winona, fetch me mah rope,” Applejack muttered. The dog barked in response and rushed to fufill her master’s deed. Thank Celestia Apple Bloom was having a sleepover at somepony else’s house. For if she stayed with her brother and sister that night, the trauma would have been hard to overcome.

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[ Girokon’s conscience Break writes in these bracket and bolded]

{He respond in these}

Darkness enveloped Maghus Uncorn. But within the darkness flashed lights of all colors. Purple, blue, red, green, all the colors of the rainbow were swinging in front of his eyes. The unicorn could feel his face burning as he stood in front of them room, right next to the very DJ of the house. He could almost feel all the eyes that were looking at him.

“Mind taking the turntable for a bit?” the mare next to him suddenly asked.

Maghus dropped his jaw. “Are you kidding me? You can’t just leave me here. I don’t even know how to work this thing!”

“It’ll only be for a moment,” Vinyl responded, laying a reassuring hoof on his shoulder. “It’s easy. Okay, beat is an essential thing, it's not always about bass. When you get a good rhythm going, you cycle through songs by turning this dial. When you think you've got a track, hit the red button here, and listen on the headphones. If you think you can incorporate that song into the set and keep the beat, then go with your gut and roll with it!"

“Are you sure about this? I don’t know if I can do this…”

“It’s only for a moment. Be right back!” And with that, Vinyl rushed off of the stage, leaving Maghus alone to keep the party going. Peering down at the many buttons and dials on the contraption in front of him, panic started to spread on him like wildfire. What am I supposed to do?! How could she just leave me here like this? AH!

“What brings you here Girokon?” asked Vinyl.

“It’s about time you came, I was calling you for like, forever. I’m just here for a little bit of change in scenery. Who’s the new kid?”

“Oh, he’s just my Blammo target. I’m waiting for him to let go of his spoon so I can finally get him. If worse comes to worst, I'll just buy a few drinks, that should get him to drop it. But for now, I’m making sure he stays in my line of sight.”

“Alright, just wanted to check up on things. How are you planning to DJ while holding your spoon?”

“Magic of course! It is the advantage of unicorns,” Vinyl replied. Suddenly, the music stopped. Vinyl turned her red eyes to Maghus, standing sheepishly in front of the turntable, a blush showing surprisingly red on his cheeks. With a facehoof, Vinyl said, “Alright, I better go. The kid looks like he needs help.”

“Right…. Well see ya!”

[How are we supposed to get her if all she is going to do is stay up there and DJ all night?]
{What makes you think I have a clue? I can’t do anything to her if she keeps holding her spoon with her magic!}
Silence passed.
[Well out with it! What’s this “loophole” you’re talking about?]

[Exactly.]

{Keep going.}

{That’s brilliant!}

[Alright, alright, don’t get too cocky. It's not that great of a plan. Anyways, what are we going to do about that other unicorn. He is Vinyl’s target, should we go after him too?]

{Well then what are we waiting for? Let’s go!}

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Author's Notes: I could've made this chapter longer, but I can't stand to make you guys keep on waiting. I'm sorry I update so slowly, I really am. :( In case you are wondering about some of the ponies that were mentioned in this chapter, here are some links:

Romana T. Colgate is a background pony. Just a week ago, this was the only acceptable story with Colgate as the main character. There's also a mature story with the same title, but it's pretty bad. She also has plenty of tumblrs! Here is another one of them.

Maghus Uncorn is an OC from the story A Change of Weather in Ponyville.

Girokon, again, is from the famous Living the Dream.

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Round 1 Day 2.4

[Girokon’s conscience Break writes in these bracket and bolded]

{He responds in these}

“Alright, alright. What’s going on here?” Vinyl asked, a clear tone of irritation in her voice, reflecting the irritated “Boo!”s emanating from the crowd behind her. However, she did scold herself a little, admitting it was not the best idea to leave an untrained colt at the turntable, even if it was for just a moment.

“I-I… what do you expect from me?! You just left me here alone to figure all of this out!” Maghus replied. There was nothing he wanted more at that moment than to disappear. Not only had he managed to enrage everypony in the club, but he also disappointed somepony that trusted him. “I’m sorry.”

Vinyl let out a sigh, accompanied by a shake of her head. “It’s… it’s fine. It’s my fault, really.” Turning around to face a sea agitated ponies staring right at her, each one yearning for more beats to lose themselves in, Vinyl exclaimed, “Sorry everypony! A little technical difficulties, but everything should be running smooth as silk now!” Reinforcing her statement, Vinyl quickly threw down a record, starting her turntable again. As the music filled the air with its melody, more and more of the clubbers went back to whatever they were doing, some disappointed by the lack of a riot. When the song reached its drop, nopony could have told the party ever stopped.

Delighted by the problem well-avoided, Vinyl switched her attention to Maghus. He still stood next to her awkwardly, his everlasting blush showing no signs to receding. Through her shades, the mare could see his eyes darting towards the exit.

“Ugggh… listen. I’m sorry for having to put you through all this. It gets to be pretty lonely up here,” lied Vinyl. “Can you keep me some company for the night?”

“Well, I don’t want to get in the way…”

“There aren’t too many ponies tonight. You won’t get in the way.”

Maghus took a scan of the club. Indeed, when the ponies were not huddled together in a mob, there seemed to be far less than he imagined. With the weekend ending yesterday, all those inside were either hardcore clubbers or ponies that just wanted a drink to finish the day. He returned his gaze to the mare, only to find a pair of large rubies in front of him. At first glance he saw the red gemstones, but after the initial shock, he realized they were none other than the eyes of Vinyl Scratch. It seemed as though she turned to her final resort, the “puppy-dog eyes”. With flaming red eyes like hers, hundreds of ponies have fallen under her stare. And it was the same for Maghus Uncorn as well.

“I don’t see a problem in spending a little bit longer here then….” Maghus stated. “What do you want to talk about?”

{I didn’t know Twilight made her own song!}

{I think it’s kind of catchy.}
[Can we just go get Vinyl now!? We’ve been waiting here for like an hour!]

[Buck you! It feels like an hour!]
{Either way, Vinyl already started levitating her spoon with her magic. All we have to do is wait for her to become more engaged with her conversation and then Blammo!}
[So what are we waiting for, the next song?!]

{Whatever! Let’s just go, the music kind of fits anyways.}

“And that’s how you change songs.”

“Really? It’s that easy?” Maghus asked with a surprised tone. “Why didn’t you just show me that before you left? It would have saved me a lot of embarrassment.” A shiver passed through him. The memory of everypony looking at him, wondering why he wasn’t doing anything and standing around like a foal, was simply horrifying. Not the “Oh no! A dragon is about to kill me!” kind of horrifying, but more of the “Oh no! My parents just caught me watching My Little Human!” kind.

“Yeah, sorry about that. I just thought that you would be able to figure it out,” answered Vinyl.

“Umm…. that Pegasus you were talking to before is flying over here.”

“What?”

[Too late now. Go for it!]

“What’s the rush?” Vinyl called out. With one fell swoop of his hoof, Girokon snatched both Vinyl’s and Maghus’s out of the air. Unable to put two and two together and teleporting away, Vinyl yelled, “Girokon! What are you doing?! Give me back my spoon!”

Girokon couldn’t help but laugh. Blammoing Vinyl was going to be a lot easier than he thought. And in the sidelines, all Maghus did was watch. It seemed pretty obvious to him that Girokon was Vinyl’s hunter. It didn’t surprise him at all when the Pegasus flew right to Vinyl with his spoon and yelled, “BLAMMO!” But there was one thing that he couldn’t quite get. Why would Girokon take his spoon too? So that Vinyl couldn’t use his spoon in emergency? It didn’t make sense.

And then it hit him like a pimp slap to the face. Why else would that DJ pony try so hard to get him into the club? And then make him stay with her, even after messing up on the turntable? He knew he had charm that would attract only the most gorgeous of mares, but there was another clear reason. A reason that also explained why the Pegasus took his spoon. So now there was only one option.

“I’d love to stay and chat Vinyl, but I got me another pony to chase down,” Girokon said haughtily. Turning around swiftly, the Pegasus eyed his new target. He could almost see the fear in his eyes. The way the unicorn shivered as Girokon readied to dash at him.

[But that’s what makes it so fun.]

Not allowing the shock to paralyze his body, Maghus turned to his last option. No spoon, so safety. Only one choice.

Maghus dived onto the dance floor, weaving left and right through the crowds. If there were more ponies, he would have considered laying low until Girokon passed. But with the small amount of ponies in the club, there wasn’t much cover. It was much easier for Girokon, being a Pegasus, he simply had to fly over any interfering ponies instead of pushing them out of the way.

Maghus allowed himself a quick peek behind him. He could see the dark outline of a speeding Pegasus darting towards him, like a night assassin coming in for the backstab. It was no use, Pegasi were much faster than both unicorns and Earth ponies if they were flying. Turning back in front of him, he could see the exit closing in. Not that it mattered much, even if he did go outside, there was no safe spot. And with Girokon closing in, it was hopeless.

And yet, it’s strange. In the rush of a new and sudden situation, it’s almost natural to stop thinking logically. The adrenaline, the suspense, the instinct of survival, there’s no time to think. Only at the very last moment, do the simple solutions come out. Being able to react quickly at the last moment is what separates the living from the dead, the Blammo survivors from the Blammoed, the successful from the hoboes on the streets of Trottingham. Fortunately for Maghus, he was fast enough to get out of his own situation.

Girokon effortlessly flew over the partying ponies as he watched Maghus struggle through the clouds.

[What are you waiting for?! Just go get him!]
{What’s the rush? He’s not going out of sight. Let’s crave this moment a bit more.}

{Cocky? No way!... Fine. Let’s just go Blammo him and go home.}

“Ready or not, here I come!” Girokon yelled out. Snapping his wings back, Girokon made a quick dart at his target. He pulled out his spoon and swung to make contact with thin air, before immediately crashing through the front doors of the club.

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Maghus clutched his chest as he allowed his body to slide down the door behind him. That was too close. A split-second later and who knows what would have happened. All in all, the most important thing for Maghus was that he was safe in his own home. More than likely, Girokon was searching frantically for him as he is trying to find out what happened.

Letting out a deep sigh to clear his mind, the unicorn assessed his situation. “I’m safe for now, but I don’t have my spoon anymore. But that’s okay because I can get another lat-…” The pony’s lungs filled with air as he let in a sharp gasp. He brought both his forehooves to his face as he realized it was too late to get another spoon at City Hall. Not only that, but tomorrow was the last day for the first round of Blammo, and he still didn’t get his first target. And the pony that had his spoon was his hunter.

Maghus let out a loud groan as he banged his head against the door. How could I let myself into this mess? It was so obviously a trap that it might as well have been a cake sitting in the middle of the road. He got himself onto his hooves as he realized his only option. He only had one day to not only get his spoon back, but find his target and Blammo her. Every second would have to count if he was to survive to the second round. If there was one thing for sure, it was going to be a long twenty-four hours.

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[I told you to get to him faster!]
{Quit complaining. We got Vinyl already, that’s all we really came here for.}

{Nothing, of course. What can he do? He doesn’t have his spoon anymore. Not only that, but I have three spoons to use!}

{We’re not leaving the house tomorrow. That way, I can’t get Blammoed.}
[Sounds kinda boring.]
{We already got two of our targets, alright? That’s enough for one round. Let’s just go to City Hall to record our Blammo before we get to bed.}

Speaking of bed, two little fillies carried sleeping bags on the way to their friend’s home for a slumber party. They giggled gleefully with each other as they conversed about what adventures they would have during the night. One filly having an interesting itch to play a game she heard earlier this week. Reaching their destination, the yellow filly knocked on the door with her hoof before standing back to wait for a response.

Opening the door was the final filly of their trio. “Hey Scootaloo! Hey Apple Bloom! Glad you girls can make it! Come on in!”

“Thanks Sweetie Belle! This slumber party is going to be the best one yet! I have this game I heard about called Truth-or-…”

“Sweetie Belle, dear, who’s at the door?” Rarity inquired, descending from the stairs, a canary-yellow Pegasus following behind her. “Oh, I see, your friends are here.”

“Yeah, it’s just Scootaloo and Apple Bloom. What’s Fluttershy doing here?” asked Sweetie Belle.

“Well she…. was helping me with a project earlier today. And it’s gotten to be so late that she decided to spend the night here. Isn’t that right Fluttershy?”

“Oh… um… yes,” replied the mare.

“Now then, I’m going to bed. Don’t be too loud, don’t stay up late, and don’t, and I mean don’t wake me up from my beauty sleep.” The three friends started to giggle at Rarity’s check list of things not to do.

“Okay, so no fun then?” Scootaloo joked, resulting in an irritated glance from Rarity.

“If that’s what it takes to stop you from destroying my shop, then yes...no fun.” All three of the Crusaders “aww’d” in unison, forcing Rarity to smile. “Alright, alright. Just promise me the Boutique will still be standing in the morning.”

Apple Bloom grinned and shook her head up and down. “Ah course, Miss Rarity! Ah would never do anything ta’ mess up yer shop er nothin’!”

Scootaloo broke out in a fit of laughter. “I’m not sure I can make that promise.” Sweetie Belle kicked her in the leg and started chuckling nervously.

“She’s jokin’ sis. Of course she won’t do anything...hehe. Now why don’t you go ahead and get some sleep? You should be well rested so you can work on that order!” Sweetie started pushing Rarity by her flank towards the stairs.

“I-I guess you’re right. You sure you three won’t cause any trouble? I’m serious girls, I need this place to be perfect for tomorrow.”

Apple Bloom stood on her back legs and gave a little salute. “On mah Cutie Mark Crusader honor, ah promise yer shop will be in perfect condition in tha morning...” Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo broke out in a fit of laughter at Apple Bloom’s silliness.

“Fine...I’ll see you in the morning girls. Come on Fluttershy, dear.” With that, the two mares exited up the stairs, leaving the three fillies to their own exploits.

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“Alright then, that should be long enough. Are you ready Fluttershy?” asked Rarity. The mares allowed an hour to pass for the girls downstairs to become fully engrossed in whatever activity they were doing. Without any suspicion from the Crusaders, both Fluttershy and Rarity would easily get their targets.

“My spoony is ready!” exclaimed Fluttershy.

“Great. Come now, let’s go downstairs.”

The duo descended the stairs once more, rushing eagerly to get their targets. Fluttershy was ready to walk in before Rarity stuck a hoof in front of her.

“Hold on one second Fluttershy. Let me check if everything’s okay.” Poking her head just around the corner, Rarity espied the three fillies.

Fluttershy waited patiently for Rarity to give her the okay, but became unnerved when her friend began to shake.

“Wha…. wha… how…” sputtered the unicorn, her breaths coming out quick and sharp.

“What’s going on Rarity? What’s wrong?” Fluttershy asked. Curious, the Pegasus, too, peered her head to see what was going on. Her eyes widened as she saw the scene unfolding before her.

“Apple Bloom, you don’t have to be afraid of who you are,” Scootaloo promulgated softly. “You’re you, and that’s all that matters.” With that, Scootaloo planted a kiss on the earth pony’s cheek, causing blood to redden her face. Apple Bloom stammered a bit but then went silent. She looked into Scootaloo’s eyes, and all thought left her mind. Only impulse remained as she leaped forward and began aggressively pulling at the Pegasus’ lips with her own.

Scootaloo took no delay in responding to the filly’s sudden assault on her lips. She charged her tongue into Apple Bloom’s mouth, making the earth pony grasp her tighter. They stayed in an embrace for a solid half a minute before pausing to catch their breath.

“Wow...” Apple Bloom whispered, almost panting.

“I know, right?” Sweetie Belle said, remembering her earlier session with Scoots.

“Man, you two are wearing me out!” Scootaloo said smugly, evidently proud of how desired she apparently was. Sweetie Belle and Apple Bloom exchanged smirks and gradually moved their muzzles closer together. Their lips met, but their kiss proved far more gentle than either of Scootaloo’s. They softly exchanged dominance in each other’s mouths, allowing the other to slowly accept and pass on control with their tongues.

Scootaloo watched the two embrace and pouted a little, very much displeased at being the third wheel. She trotted closer to the fillies and began kissing their necks. Both Sweetie and Apple Bloom emitted slight moans of appreciation as Scootaloo began to kiss and bite at their collarbones.

The Pegasus bit Apple Bloom’s neck too violently, inducing a loud “Yow!” and a strong punch from the earth pony. The yellow mare’s strike sent Scootaloo flying a few feet before landing on her back. Sweetie Belle and Apple Bloom gasped, ran over to their winded friend, and checked to make sure she was okay. Scootaloo groaned, complaining she had fallen on her wings.

Sweetie Belle got an idea after remembering her last trip to the spa with Rarity. Fluttershy had received a wing massage from Aloe, the spa pony, and enjoyed it so much she was drooling incessantly. The white filly walked up to Scootaloo’s extended wing and began to press lightly on the appendage with her hooves. The orange Pegasus went wide-eyed and gasped in pleasure. Apple Bloom smirked at this and followed suit, massaging deeply into the knots of Scootaloo’s wing muscles.

All the purple-maned filly could do was lie where she did and let the waves of ecstasy wash over her entire body. With their forehooves on Scootaloo’s wings, Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle continued their passionate kiss from earlier above her stomach, this time with much more force. The Pegasus could feel some ungodly pressure building inside of her, unsure of what it was. After a few more seconds, the identity of the pressure became clear to Scootaloo, and she moaned at her friends to stop. Sweetie and Apple Bloom were far too involved with each other to pay any mind to the orange filly’s pleas and continued kissing.

“Oh…. my,” were the only words that Fluttershy could utter. She pressed her hooves to her cheeks, trying to dissipate the heat that gathered with her blush. But her slight pink was nothing compared to the blazing red on Rarity’s cheeks. Where Fluttershy’s blush came from awkwardness, Rarity’s appeared to come from sheer anger and confusion.

“SWEETIE BELLE!!” Rarity roared. All three of the fillies’ heads snapped towards the source of the intrusion. Their hearts, once racing from the heat of the moment, was now racing from the terror of having been caught red-hoofed. “What… do… you… think you are doing!?” Rarity continued with her sharp gasps, her eyes open wide.

“Rarity! It-It’s not what it looks like!” stuttered Sweetie Belle. “We’re just playing a game! It’s called Truth-or…”

“A game?! What kind of nonsensical games would have you do…. that with fillies?”

“Rarity, please! I… I… girls?” Sweetie Belle looked over to her two affiliates. But they didn’t seem to want to partake in the argument, their heads hanging low, ears drooped. Even though they were so young, they knew how serious a topic filly-fooling was. Changing her gaze back to Rarity, Sweetie Belle struggled to find the right words to say. “I… but…”

“No buts! Sweetie Belle… I-I didn’t think you were… one of them.”

“I’m not Rarity, I swear!”

“Don’t lie to me, missie! Now come with me, we have some things to discuss. Privately.”

“But…”

“Don’t argue with me right now, Sweetie Belle! I-I don’t want to hear any excuses as of this moment. Just come with me upstairs. Now.” With that, the unicorn started her way up the stairs.

“Rarity… what about…” Fluttershy asked hesitantly, raising her spoon. She acted concerned about Blammo, but on the inside, she was fighting back tears. She had never seen Rarity, one who was usually either composed or humorously dramatic, quite so infuriated. It was truly a frightening experience.

“Fluttershy, dear. I hope you don’t mind, but I kindly ask that you leave once you are finished. You are a close friend of mine and I in no way want to accidentally take out my ang…. emotions out on you. I hope you understand.”

“I-I, of course Rarity. What about the other two?” answered Fluttershy.

“I’ll have a word with them once I am finished speaking to Sweetie Belle,” Rarity replied sharply. “Good night.”

Sweetie Belle looked over to her friends for some support, but only found two water-logged faces, tears silently streaming from the tirade that was about to come. Distraught, Sweetie Belle took her journey, alone, up the staircase, not entirely ready for the beast that awaited her.

Fluttershy, meanwhile, bit her lip in hesitance. This was completely unexpected. All she came to do was Blammo Apple Bloom, and that was it. In no way was she prepared for this. And seeing the glistening tears raining down across the poor filly’s cheeks, she wasn’t sure if she could do it. Not at a moment like this. Not when everything was so serious and somber. How could she possibly do something as silly as a Blammo at a time like this? But she couldn’t possibly get another golden opportunity like this. Now it was decision time; for the spoon or for the heart? The Pegasus switched her gaze from her shining spoon to the sullen yellow filly. After a long moment of indecision, she let out a sigh as she made up her mind.

And so dramatically ends the second day of the first round of Blammo. Will Maghus succeed in his quest? What exactly did Fluttershy choose to do? What will become of Rarity’s relationship with her sister? In a competition so strange, the pony’s in the game find themselves in the strangest of situations. The first round is closing. Those who haven’t gotten their targets yet must now hurry.

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Author's Note: A bit serious? Well duh, in a story that's all fun and games, why make everything fun and games? In the middle of the chapter, I did something called "Late Night Writing." If you can notice a difference, something like "like a pimp slap to the face", where I would write things that I normally wouldn't write if I were sane and awake, tell me what you think. A bit more humorous towards that part? Should I keep staying up?

The last scene of the chapter is based off of Cutie Mark Crusaders: Truth of Dare.

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Round 1 Day 0

The next day, the Mane Six met up with each other in front of city hall. Dozens of ponies with spoons in their mouths had already gathered, chattering with one another about their targets.

“Alright, so it’s agreed, everypony here helps each other out to see how long we can last?” Twilight asked the group.

Everypony else nodded in agreement, except for Rainbow Dash.

“Wait, but what if one of us has somepony here as a target? We can’t just knock each other out of the game,” Rainbow objected.

“Hmm… well what if… No that won’t work. How about… no then both get eliminated.” Twilight sighed. “Well, it is a game that’s everypony for themselves. If one of us is each other’s target, then it’s may the best pony win.”

“And we all trust each other, right?” Applejack inquired.

The group smiled at each other and nodded, but their smiles soon faded as they looked back towards the facilitators sitting in front of the building. Hopefully, none of them would be their hunters or targets.

Twilight gulped. “Everypony together then?”

The group trotted over to the tables and waited in line. Within a few minutes, the six reached the tables wear the facilitator ponies were sitting. Applejack was the first in line.

“Name please?” the pony asked.

“Applejack.”

“Applejack… Applejack…” the pony muttered, scrolling down a long list of pony names. “Aha! Ms. Applejack, your target is…” the pony whispered the name into Applejack’s ear. Applejack got off the line and patiently waited for her friends to get their targets. The same went for Pinkie Pie, Twilight, and Rarity.”

“Name please?” the pony asked.

“My name is Fluttershy,” the yellow Pegasus mumbled.

“Excuse me? Didn’t quite catch that.”

“Umm… my name is Fluttersh…” the Pegasus trailed off again.

“Excuse me, miss, but can you please speak up? I can’t hear…”

“Her name is Fluttershy!” Rainbow Dash yelled irritably. As a Pegasus that always loved to go fast, she absolutely hated having to wait in line, and couldn’t stand having to wait for Fluttershy to speak up.

“Oh, Miss Fluttershy… Here you are!” the pony whispered her target in her ear.

“Oh my…” Fluttershy whispered to herself. She gave a quick glance at Applejack, who smiled back at her. Fluttershy gloomily trotted beside her friends, terrified of the target that she had been given.

“Who the hay is Fyrefly!?” Rainbow suddenly yelled. Everypony in hearing distance looked over to Rainbow. “Not that she’s my target or anything,” Rainbow lied.

Off at the end of the street, a pink Pegasus began to nervously trot away from the area.

Rainbow flew over to the rest of her friends, cheeks flushed at everypony hearing her outburst.

“Smooth one Rainbow,” Applejack commented.

“Shut up! I just lost my cool because I had to wait so long and then I finally get my target and I don’t even know who she is!” Rainbow retorted.

“Fyrefly?” Pinkie said, tilting her head. “She’s the pink Pegasus with a blue mane. Her cutie mark is two blue lightning bolts.”

“How do you know her, Pinkie?” Rainbow asked.

“Well duhhh. I only know every pony here in Ponyville. I couldn’t possibly know about her.”

“Point taken,” Rainbow replied.

“Well, now that that’s all settled. We know of Rainbow’s target, how about everypony else’s?” Rarity queried. “I, myself have to go after Scootaloo. I’m certain Sweetie Belle will bring her over to the Boutique one of these days.”

“Ah got Junebug. Ah reckon ah’ll meet up with her later,” Applejack added.

“I got Ace!” Pinkie exclaimed.

“And I got Daisy,” Twilight concluded. She looked over to the shuddering canary-yellow mare next to her. “And what about you Fluttershy?”

“Oh!” Fluttershy said in her soft voice. “I’d rather not say…”

“C’mon Fluttershy! Everypony else here told, it’s only fair you should too,” Rainbow said.

“It’s not one of us darling, is it?” Rarity chimed in.

“No, it’s not…” Fluttershy answered.

“So what’s the problem?” Pinkie said.

“If it’s not one of us, then it should be okay for you to tell us,” Twilight added.

“It’s… it’s…” Fluttershy stuttered.

“Go on then,” Applejack pushed.

“It’s Apple Bloom!” Fluttershy finally answered. She closed her eyes and looked away from the general direction of her orange-coated friend. The rest of the group looked over to Applejack, waiting for her reaction.

At first, Applejack’s jaw dropped after hearing her friend having to go after her sister. But she quickly shook her head, and laid a soothing hoof on Fluttershy’s shoulder. Fluttershy opened her eyes to reveal small specks of tears forming in them.

“Now, don’t ya go on crying, ya hear?” Applejack said comfortingly. “Ah don’t mind ya having to go after my sis. Ah understand every pony wants to win, and it’s only fair that our friendship doesn’t get in the way. And ah promise ah won’t tell anything to Apple Bloom.”

Fluttershy sniffled and wiped the tears away with her hoof. Finding herself unable to speak, she complied by nodding and giving her friend a warm smile.

“Umm… I don’t want to interrupt all this mushy stuff going on right now, but isn’t that Princess Luna?” Rainbow asked.

The six looked over to the tables and there she was, Princess Luna. The Moon Princess leaned in to have the facilitator whisper her target into her ear. The princess nodded and turned to seek her target, when she espied Twilight and her friends waving at her. A wide smile appeared on her face and she dashed towards the six.

The six all huddled around the princess.

“We are glad to see you all again!” Luna said with the slightest touch of the royal Canterlot voice still lingering in her throat.

“It’s great to see you too, Princess!” Twilight replied. “What are you doing here?”

“We have heard of the game dubbed Blammo and wished to partake in it to become more familiar with thy royal subjects. And also because thy dear sister told us to,” Luna answered.

“Ooh! The princess is playing too! How exciting!” Pinkie exclaimed, jumping up and down in excitement.

“What about Princess Celestia?” Rainbow asked.

“Oh no, thy sister is far too busy to participate in such tomfoolery. But she truly believes that this will get thy subjects to appreciate and accept me more.”

“Well, we sure are glad to see you trying to get closer to your subjects,” Twilight said.

“We are glad to see you all participating in the game as well and wish you good luck. But pray tell, dost thou know of the mare they call Allie Way?”

“I know her!” Pinkie said unsurprisingly. Clearly, she had quite the advantage, knowing everypony in Ponyville instead of having to ask around who this or that pony was. “She’s a cream-colored unicorn with a striped blue mane. She’s also really lanky and hangs out by Ponyville’s bowling alley.”

“We thank thee,” Princess Luna exclaimed. “We are to set off for the bowling alley at once!”

“But the game doesn’t start until tomorrow morning,” Rarity chimed.

“Oh,” Princess Luna said awkwardly. She rubbed the back of her mane with her hoof. “We are to set off for the bowling alley tomorrow morning!”

The seven mares shared a hearty laugh at the Moon Princess’s remark. Meanwhile at the facilitator tables, Mr. and Mrs. Cake finally reached the start of the line to receive their targets.

“Are you sure you two wish to receive your targets together? There is a chance one of you two can be the other’s target,” the pony stated.

“It’s fine,” Mr. Cake replied. Mrs. Cake nodded in agreement.

“If you say so. Names please?”

“Mr. Carrot Cake and Mrs. Cup Cake.”

“Hmm…. ahh here you are! Mr. Carrot Cake sir, you will go after the Miss Fluttershy.” Mr. Cake nodded his head satisfactorily. She may be Pinkie’s friend, but anything would be done to win those bits and get an anniversary trip to Hoofululu.

“And Mrs. Cup Cake, you will go after the Miss Pinkamena Diane Pie.” The two Cakes gasped and looked at each other nervously. They never expected Pinkie to be one of their targets. They wanted to win the competition, but they would never think of making their favorite baker lose a game. They could only imagine what her devastation would be like.

“What should we do?” Mrs. Cake asked. “What would she do if she got Blammoed by me?”

“I don’t know honey bunch. You don’t think she’ll start talking to the flour sacks and rocks again do you?”

“I hope not, but we can’t just lose our chance for our dream vacation…”

The Cakes continued their conversation as they exited the tables.

The game was set for the ponies of Ponyville. The next day, the game would start at six in the morning. The Mane Six, Princess Luna, and the Cakes found out their targets for the first round of Blammo. It would be every pony for themselves as spoons will be found in everyponies’ hooves. The next day, all hell would break loose.

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Round 1 Day 1.5

Time frame: 8:00 P.M.- 11:00 P.M.

Rainbow let out a satisfying sigh as she cracked her back. It felt good to be able to move around again. She stretched out her wings and winced as they slowly spread out.

“Thanks, umm…” Rainbow started.

“My name is Sky High. I work on the same weather team as Fyrefly. What were you doing…” Sky let out a small giggle, “in her house?”

“I was chasing after her when I crashed into her wall. She hadn’t let me out since,” Rainbow answered.

“Oh. And why were you chasing her?” Sky asked curiously.

Rainbow raised her spoon. It didn’t matter if she told anypony else who her target was, since she already told Fyrefly that she was hunting her. Sky’s mouth formed an O upon seeing the spoon.

“So Fyrefly left you in the wall so that you couldn’t get her? Typical. She always does whatever she can to win games,” Sky explained.

Rainbow flapped her half-asleep wings. She let out a sigh and mentally readied herself. Payback time…

“Thanks for the help Sky High, but I got to get going.”

“Where are you heading off to?”

“Where else but wherever Fyrefly is?” Rainbow responded and dashed through the cloud door.

Fyrefly punched the air in front of her as she soared through the sky. Twenty spoons were already taken… how do so many ponies lose their spoons in one day?! It doesn’t matter, as long as Rainbow remains trapped in my house, I won’t need my spoon until I Blammo my target. I wonder if Sky will let me borrow hers?

Off in the distance, Fyrefly could just barely make out a dot coming towards her. Whatever it was, it was flying fast, like a bullet. It was difficult to discern the object in the dark night sky, but she could just barely make out a small rainbow.

No, it can’t be. She’s stuck at my house…

Fyrefly stopped in midair. She watched the dot come closer and closer, eventually showing a Pegasus. A cyan rainbow-maned Pegasus.

“What the hay?!” Fyrefly took off zooming in the other direction. Her pursuer still coming in strong.

Rainbow dashed through the sky in chase of her previous captor. The cold night air perfectly balanced any heat her body was giving off. The excitement, the adrenaline pumping through her veins. This was just like a race, except her goal was a pink Pegasus.

Fyrefly dived down into Ponyville, in hope of losing Rainbow in the empty streets. Didn’t Frigid tell me there was a party going on tonight? The sound of music and chattering ponies entered her ears. She looked to her left to see a bakery filled with ponies eating cupcakes and holding spoons. Fyrefly touched ground and sneakily trotted into the store.

I’ll just wait here for a bit, and when I think the coast is clear, it’s straight back home, Fyrefly thought. Fyrefly went to pick a muffin, but pulled back once she made contact with its cold top.

“Hey Fyrefly! I didn’t know you were coming to the party.”

Fyrefly turned to see her snowy angel of a friend, Frigid Drift. “Hey Frigid. To tell you the truth, I didn’t expect to be here either. Oh, and you should be careful, you’re making the treats cold.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, you know I can’t help myself,”

“Where is she?!” A Pegasus yelled, blasting through the bakery doors. “Where’s Fyrefly!? I know you’re in here! I can smell it…”

Fyrefly ducked behind the table. She nudged the top of her head over it to see her hunter searching frantically in the air.

“Rainbow Dash! Can you please calm down? I know it’s a party and all, but you don’t have to go on screaming your head off,” a white Pegasus shouted.

“Shut up Graze! This is a life or death situation!” Rainbow yelled back. Rainbow soared above the heads of the ponies in search of her blue-maned prey.

Fyrefly brought out a hoof from under the table and pulled Frigid down under.

“Ohmygoshohmygoshohmygosh! Rainbow Dash is here! The Rainbow Dash! You think she’ll talk to talk to me?” Frigid Drift said excitedly.

Fyrefly stuck a hoof in front of her white friend's mouth. “Quiet! You’ll blow my cover!”

“What cover? Who are you hiding from?”

“Rainbow Dash! Who else?”

“But why? She’s the greatest Pegasus of all time.”

“Were you listening at all when I told you about my Blammo target?”

“Is it okay if I tell you that I was daydreaming about being with Rainbow Dash?”

Fyrefly facehoofed. “Okay, clearly talking to you is a complete waste of time. Can you just…. go out there and distract her or something? Sweet Celestia, you’re even worse than that Scootaloo foal…”

Frigid saluted her friend in approval. As serious as she was on the outside, she was bursting with joy on the inside. I get to talk to Rainbow Dash! Squeeeee!

Rainbow pulled up the table cloth from the table. There was a white Pegasus saluting to a pink Pegasus.

“There you are!” Rainbow yelled.

“Oh no!” Fyrefly exclaimed.

“It’s Rainbow Dash!” Frigid chimed in. The Pegasus jumped forward and pulled her idol into a big bear hug.

“What the…? Get off of me!” Rainbow shouted as she tried to pry herself from the mare. Frigid Drift simply nuzzled her head into Rainbow’s warm coat. All of her dreams were coming true right before her very eyes.

Rainbow saw a blur of pink exit the bakery out of the corner of her eye.

“Oh no you don’t!” Rainbow bucked away from Frigid and dashed off after Fyrefly. A large cyan feather lightly swayed into the hooves of Frigid Drift.

Tears came to her eyes as she stared at the feather. “It’s so beautiful…” Frigid muttered to herself. Now I can add it to my collection! she thought excitedly.

Fyrefly blasted herself towards her house, the only safe spot for her to go without Rainbow having a definite chance of getting her. Her wings still ached from the previous chase and she was flying much slower than usual.

On the other hoof, Rainbow was going faster than ever. She was closing in on her like a panther against a sloth. Luckily for Fyrefly, Frigid held onto her for quite a while to give her a pretty good head-start.

Fyrefly had a hard time catching her breath as she pushed herself away from Rainbow. All she had to do was hold onto the lead for a little bit longer, and she would reach her home. Fyrefly looked ahead to see her home coming into view.

Rainbow ignored the bitterly cold wind freezing her body. She ignored the cries of her lungs to take a break. She ignored every single thing going around her except her target straight ahead. Because of Fyrefly, she spent the entire afternoon at Bonbon’s, was left trapped inside a wall, and was molested by a white mare. There was no way she was going to let her target slip away.

Fyrefly looked back to see Rainbow just about 20 yards from her and still closing in. She peered ahead again to see her home, her sanctuary.

Rainbow finally noticed her target’s house appearing right in front of her. She bit her lip and forced herself to go faster.

“Oh…. no…. you…. don’t…” Rainbow said, the wind distorting her ability to speak. Rainbow stretched her foreleg as far as she could. She could swear her muscles and skin were tearing as she reached to close the few inches between the two Pegasi.

“BLAMMO!”

Fyrefly crashed through the door of her home with Rainbow flying in right after. Sky High took another sip of her tea as she watched the two fly in.

“Darn it!” Fyrefly screamed.

“HA! Take that, Fyrefly! That’s what you get for leaving me stuck in your wall for four hours!” Rainbow gloated. “I got my first Blammo! Woohoo!”

Fyrefly got up and dusted off the cloud dust. “Fine, you got me.” She looked over to the white Pegasus sitting on her couch. “What are you doing here, Sky?”

“Oh, I came here to tell you that I found your spoon that you said you lost. And when I came here, I found her” Sky pointed to Rainbow, “stuck in your wall. She looked like she was in trouble so I helped her to get out.”

Fyrefly’s eye twitched. She ground her teeth as her anger reached its boiling point.

“I’m…. just going to go now, okay?” Rainbow muttered sheepishly.

“SKKKKKKYYYYYY!!!!!!”

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“Did y’all hear that?” Applejack asked.

“Hear what?” Twilight responded.

“Ah coulda sworn ah just heard…. never mind.”

“Okay then…. so what’s the plan?” Twilight asked.

“Just follow mah lead...”

The two mares approached the flower trio and Junebug. The four were chatting gleefully about petals and their arrangements.

“Hey girls! Ah was wondering about gettin’ a shipment of… lilacs fer the farm,” Applejack stated.

Applejack glanced over to Junebug. She was holding her spoon in her mouth. The other tree had laid out their spoons on the table. Apparently they believed it would be an interesting idea to decorate their spoons, and painted their spoons in an array of roses, lilies, and daisies. Each of them were comparing with one another’s to see whose looked the best. This is going to be easier than ah imagined…

“Ah’ll be right back,” Applejack whispered to Twilight.

“What?” Twilight hissed. “I thought we were in this together!”

“We are. Trust me. Just wait fer mah signal, they’re not even holdin’ their spoons.”

Twilight nodded to her orange friend. Applejack winked back and turned her gaze over to Junebug.

“Hey, Junebug, ah was wondering when you can stop by the farm. With the daisy flower delivery and all that.”

“I thought you were looking for lilacs?” Junebug responded.

“Oh, ah…. ah meant lilacs. Sure. How’s about we go outside where we can talk in private?”

“Oh um…. ok Applejack.” Junebug got up and followed Applejack towards the door.

The flower trio stared at Twilight standing by herself. The lavender mare gave them an awkward smile and looked back over to Applejack. The country mare gave her a wink. Applejack looked around quickly and chucked a cupcake at the flower trio.

“Ouch! What was that?” Spike yelled out, getting in the way of Applejack’s shot. Spike grazed the back of his head with his claw and felt the sticky filling of the cupcake. “Oh come on! I just got my spikes waxed too…” Spike said to himself as he rushed for the bathroom to clean himself up. A blue Pegasus in a stunning black outfit slyly picked up the spoon dropped on the floor.

Twilight facehoofed. Some help that was. It would have been very simple for Twilight to have gotten Daisy, had she not situated herself between her two friends. Wait a second…. what am I doing?!

Twilight levitated the three spoons away from the flower trio. Since they weren’t holding them, it was still not considered taking the spoons by force.

“Hey, what are you doing?!” Rose inquired.

“Yeah, we worked hard to decorate those spoons,” Daisy chimed in.

“I just wanted to have a look at these amazing designs! Anyways, you won’t be needing it very soon,” Twilight answered.

“Thank you so much!” Lily said gratefully.

“What do you mean we won’t be needing them?” Daisy asked.

Twilight waved a hoof to make Rose back away. She brought out her spoon and said, “Blammo.”

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Applejack stood outside of Sugarcube Corner facing Junebug. She placed her spoon in her hat, so that when she convinced Junebug to drop her spoon, Applejack could just whip it right out.

“So Junebug, think you can make the delivery sometime on Tuesday?” Applejack asked.

“I should be able to…” Junebug replied.

“Junebug, no offense but, ah can’t take ya seriously with that spoon in yer mouth. Ya don’t mind putting it away now do ya?”

“Umm… no problem Applejack,” Junebug placed her spoon in her flower baskets.

Perfect Applejack thought. She felt a tap on her shoulder. She turned to see the gray mane of Mayor Mare.

“What do ya need Mayor?”

The mayor scanned up and down the Earth pony’s body. A sly smile appeared on her face and she yelled out, “BLAMMO!”

Applejack’s jaw dropped in shock. “But ah…. ah…. mah spoon was in mah hat… doesn’t that mean ah’m still touching it?”

“Well Applejack, I couldn’t see it at all. And the rules clearly stated that the spoon needed to be twenty percent visible,” the mayor replied matter-of-factly.

“But…. the farm…”

“Oh don’t be quite so glum. Your family can still win with Apple Bloom and Big Macintosh right?”

Applejack’s eyes widened. Big Mac wasn’t really paying much attention to the game and she thoroughly convinced Fluttershy that it was fine to go after her sister. She never expected herself to get Blammoed. Who do ah choose now? Fluttershy or mah own sister?

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[Girokon’s conscience Break writes in these brackets and bolded]

{He responds in these}

Spike got out of the restroom after finally washing off the remains of the cupcake. The baby dragon walked out of the room and his face hit the chest of a stallion standing right in front of the door.

“BLAMMO!”
[BLAMMO bitch]

Spike quickly searched his body for his spoon. “What happened to my spoon?”

Girokon took out another spoon from his outfit. “You dropped it when you got hit in the head with a cupcake.” [Idiot.]

“BLAMMO!” Girokon heard on the other side of the room.

“Pinkie you didn’t have to announce it to everypony,” Twilight said. “Berry Punch is literally asleep. All you had to do was poke her with the spoon and say Blammo.”

“Well it’s not my fault! The game is too exciting! And that’s two in one day! Do you have two Blammos in one day?”

Twilight shook her head.

“I didn’t think so…” Pinkie picked up Berry’s spoon and stuffed it into her puffy cloud of a mane and trotted joyfully away.

Twilight looked down at the mulberry mare lying on the table. Dozens of glasses and beer bottles were scattered around her. Some from Pinkie and the others, but mostly from Berry herself. Twilight shook her head. This sure was one hectic day.

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Author’s Note: And so concludes the first day of Blammo. Thought I would keep the Mane Six for the second round? Nope.avi In case you are wondering about some of the ponies that were mentioned in this chapter, here some links:

Sky High is a tumblr pony. She seems to be really sad about something these days… (I wish her eyes weren’t so seductive…)

Frigid Drift is my favorite tumblr pony. Yes, she is obessed with Rainbow Dash. There's also a story about her (although I didn't read it
myself).

Junebug appeared in "Secret of My Excess". Why did I choose her? Because she also has a tumblr.

Here's an extra picture I'll throw in to prove my point about Frigid Drift:

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