Discord Directs Ponyville's Dramatics
It was a dark and silent night over Canterlot Castle. Its mysterious shroud covered the citadel, forcing a few ponies inside to turn the lights on. Inside its chambers, everypony was either at work or asleep, with all of them having the same thought in mind. Quiet. Should a sound be let out, the stone walls will shake with fury, bouncing the noise throughout the castle until it’s satisfied. Satisfied with somepony rising from their slumber. Unfortunately, one being was daring enough to cause more than a fuss, and Celestia was not happy.
“Celestia. Celestia. Celestia.”
The goddess tried to keep her frustration under control as she tried to read the latest friendship report from Twilight.
“Celestia. Celestia.”
Luna watched the two of them intently, holding her breath for the inevitable fury of her older sister.
“Celestia.”
Discord was lying on the couch, poking Celestia from a safe distance with a poker that strongly resembled his griffin arm. Despite the sharp look, its point was too dull to pierce anything made of flesh, but still packed a mighty force for the purpose of annoying anypony.
“Celestia.”
Celestia slammed the scroll down and turned towards the mismatched troublemaker. A blazing inferno could literally be seen in her eyes. “WHAT?!”
Discord still kept poking, puffing out a big sigh. “I’m bored.”
Celestia gritted her teeth. “I can see that. I have to ask though. Why are you poking me?”
Discord simply shrugged. “Cause… I can?”
The draconequus was suddenly lifted up in the air in an aura of golden magic, and was unceremoniously launched out the bedroom door. His face met with the wall as he crashed against it, leaving a ringing sound in his head. Discord let out a pained moan, rubbing the side of his head to comfort it. He heard something make a squeak behind him, and he quickly looked back to see the door closing.
“Whoa whoa wait! Celly, I was just kid—”
Discord never got to finish his sentence. His face was met with another painful punch as the door slammed on him. He heard the door lock, and knew that he wasn’t allowed back in for the remainder of the night. He slumped to the ground in a grumpy mood. He could always teleport back in, but Celestia meanie pants would just throw him out again. Discord was used to this, for this happened practically every other night. Canterlot was, at best, boring. He couldn’t help but feel that way, and he was always trying to find ways to amuse himself. Poking Celestia wasn’t the best of his ideas.
He scratched the mane along the back of his neck, and walked off to parts elsewhere. Meanwhile, Luna was staring at Celestia, slowly shaking her head.
“Sister…” The eldest tried to make it look like she was engrossed by the friendship report, but Luna could see through her act. Luna took a deep breath and said in a louder tone, “Sister!”
Celestia’s so called “concentration” broke from Luna’s call. She frowned, and turned her attention back to Luna. “Yes, Luna?”
Luna spoke in a softer voice this time. “Sister… don’t you think you were being a bit too harsh on Discord? He didn’t have any ill intentions.”
“He had the nerve to bother me while I was busy!”
“It’s in his nature to be irritating, and you’re no better as well! You’ve been throwing him out of the room almost every night. It’s not like you.”
“Not every night!”
“Oh yes. Only every night after Discord moved back in.”
The sun goddess ignored her sister, looking at the night sky outside the open balcony. The satin curtains flowed with the wind, dancing gracefully with it. Celestia closed her eyes, and remembered every single day after Discord’s reformed ways.
The trickster god was well behaved for the most part, but there were irritating moments between those good days. He had planned, started, and finished countless of pranks against the denizens of the castle. Most of them were aimed at Celestia and Luna, but it was mostly Celestia that received the butt end.
Just yesterday, a parasprite was found swimming in her soup. The creature was content with the warmth (while drinking it), but Celestia frowned upon it. She demanded Discord to remove it from her lunch, but he brushed it off, saying that it would be horrible for him to remove the bug’s bliss. Celestia wanted to argue, but she knew that Discord was somewhat correct. Discord’s reasoning coincided with her philosophy: everypony and everyone are entitled to their own happiness. She had the soup teleported all the way to the Everfree forest, and ordered a replacement. That afternoon ended well, but she couldn’t help but feel duped.
Somehow she felt that Discord had purposely led the chaotic bugger into the castle, but then again the parasprites were creatures of chaos. They were bound to follow the trail of its master, but that doesn’t excuse Discord from his other pranks.
“Lulu, I’m sure I can tolerate Discord every single day, but I just wish that he would be more responsible. What I expected was for him to be more helpful, and use his powers for the greater good. Not waste his time on these useless pranks.” Celestia turned back to the report. “I’m very happy that he had accepted the magic of friendship, but I wish he would show it more often.”
“Well sister, look on the bright side. It can’t possibly get any worse.”
Discord sprawled across his bed, having nothing better to do but stare up at the blank ceiling. It held nothing for him but a boring color, a boring chandelier, and no personality at all. It spoke nothing to him to quench his need for satisfaction or comfort. Like those ponies he passed by on the way to his room. They either ignored him or nodded towards him, acknowledging his very existence in the world. They all noticed him either way, but they all had one thing in common that night.
They had said nothing.
They didn’t want to say anything to him. They didn’t want to hold a conversation with him. Discord could tell they all had a hint of fear in their eyes. They still couldn’t comprehend that a former villainous god was living in the castle where the royal sisters live. They were legendary heroines of the After Discord age; the previous wielders of the Elements of Harmony; the respected rulers of their country, and they let somepony like Discord here to stay. A creature of mad chaos.
Discord grabbed a hold of a chubby plushie that looked like him, and threw it against the wall in his fury. It landed with a soft squeak, and sat on the floor, quickly forgotten by his owner. As much as he loved being different, he hated being judged. There was nothing to do tonight. Was there something that he could do tomorrow that will make his life more bearable to live? Was there even anything to do?
As Discord calmed down, he sat up and took a look around his room again. The walls were bland, but its occupants were anything but tasteless. The furniture was mismatched in proportion, and upon them were statues and statuettes of various creatures that populated Equestria. Creatures that mainly had bodies similar to his nature. Minotaurs, changelings, griffins, manticores, chimeras, anything that had to do with different animal’s parts made their home in his room, always to be standing still for his amusement. They were there to be a source of his inspiration, and yet they spoke nothing to him as well.
He peered over the foot of his bed to see if there was anything of interest. Only one object caught his eye: the doll that he threw down earlier. He levitated it over to the grasp of his claws again, but handled it more gently this time. The doll, which captured his good looks, was donning an outfit that was very simple. A one-piece pink leotard, a frilly pink tutu that wrapped around its waist, and matching ballet shoes for its little feet. It was the very model outfit for a student dancer.
Suddenly, a thunder storm had sparked in Discord’s head. He knew what he was going to do tomorrow. The idea was so crazy, it was brilliant! Even Twilight Sparkle would agree! The now gleeful god bounced back onto his mattress and blinked the covers over his body, attempting to sleep before he could get too thrilled for it.
Celestia woke up in a pile of scrolls. Some of them had her drool on it. What was she doing last night? Oh, right. Twilight sent a bunch of reports last night after her talk with Luna. All of them were from her other friends about what they had learned from their recent ordeal. It was so late in the night, she passed from reading. Her eyes couldn’t take the stress, and the eyelids let them rest in peace. Right now, they were experiencing a horrible hangover from the usual morning waking. It was ironic that the sun goddess would hate mornings, but she had to agree with her eyes that she would like some more sleep. Unfortunately, her life wouldn’t allow that.
Celestia struggled to get on her feet and made her way towards the balcony. The moon was lying on the horizon, waiting for the sun’s arrival so it could go. She raised the fiery orb into the sky as always, and watched her sister’s moon make its descent. It was always comforting to see the moon go down without Celestia’s tampering with it. It meant her sister was still here with her.
A monstrously loud roar was heard in the room. Celestia peered down to her stomach. It was making the rumbly rumbles. Her body was demanding food to be in her belly. She giggled a little, and made her way to the dining room. It had been a while since her stomach made such a silly sound. It must have meant that she had woken up a bit later than usual. As much discomfort it could have possibly caused to her ponies, she had to admit the extra hour of sleep she must have gotten was pretty good.
The dining room was exquisite. Well, it was more of a hall rather than a room. If you were to open a book of fantasy, and read a paragraph describing a castle’s dining hall, it would most likely be matched to Canterlot’s. The long table extended from one end of the room, leaving enough room for a couple ponies to walk around it. The usual plates and silverwares were in their place on the table, and the centerpiece of the table for today was an ornate vase full of roses. The servants always made sure to fill the vase with different flowers each day. Celestia supposed it was to please her and Luna, but she always insisted that they shouldn’t put in the extra effort to do so. However, it was nice and interesting to see what flowers they had picked for her. It was something to look forward to each day.
Luna was already at the table, having her dinner (breakfast for Celestia) of fluffy waffles and buttery pancakes. A generously tall glass of milk was set aside for the moon goddess. Celestia sat across from her sister, and was brought the same dish as well. She thanked the server, and began her meal. They both ate in silence. It would appear that the two sisters didn’t feel like talking, but in reality, Celestia and Luna were shooting each other looks and small movements in the form of body language. It was their own secret way of holding conversations without indulging any eavesdroppers that may be around.
Luna’s right ear twitched and raised one of her eyebrows. Where is Discord?
Celestia closed her eyes while taking a bite of her pancake. I don't know.
Luna frowned a bit and took a sip from her milk. Why?
Celestia gave a suggestive shrug.
Luna sighed and sliced a piece of her waffle. You should have gone to Discord and apologized.
Celestia rolled her eyes a bit.
Luna slowly shook her head.
They both decided to end the silent conversation there and finish the meal. It was almost time for Luna to get her rest, and Celestia had a long day of work ahead of her as usual. They could deal with Discord later, but for now they could at least enjoy the food.
As Celestia brought the next piece to her mouth, she started hearing something in the background. Was somepony playing music? It sounded very peaceful, quaint, and very beautiful. It was strange though. The Canterlot orchestra was on tour, so there shouldn’t be a song meant for an ensemble playing today. Unless somepony decided to put the gramophone on high, but then again, Celestia doubted there would be one that could make sound that loud. The castle was pretty big after all. Somepony could be screaming on the other end of the castle, and Celestia wouldn’t hear it. Or maybe there was a group of ponies here that got together just now to play some music.
Celestia wasn’t the only who noticed the music. Luna perked her ears as well to listen. She must be getting the same idea as Celestia was, because she had a confused look on her face.
“Wasn’t the band supposed to be somewhere else today?” Luna asked.
“That’s what I’m thinking as well.” Celestia set her uneaten piece of pancake down on her plate.
Luna made a move as if to speak, but then the unthinkable happened. The faint music immediately got louder. It was as if the non-existent musicians had just moved into the room while playing. No… it was more than that. It was as if a song had entered her head and was playing in her own mind.
Luna’s confusion immediately turned to worried. “What’s going on, Tia? I’m not getting a good feeling about this.”
Celestia pondered this moment for a bit. The more she thought about it, the more her suspicions were starting to make sense. Suddenly, a couple of waiters and maids burst in the room. Celestia thought that they had came in to ask their beloved leaders what was going on, but instead they all started to dance into the room. They were all synchronized in their moves, doing pirouettes and tip toes across the floor.
“Let me think, Luna.” Celestia got up from her seat. “Sudden music starts playing, ponies immediately started breaking into a dance. I believe I know who’s responsible for this.”
Just as if the universe confirmed her notion, Discord waltz into the room, donning an extravagant pink tutu and slippers. He had a serene look on his face as he danced, as if there was not a care in the world. Luna and Celestia begged to differ.
“Discord! What is the meaning of this?!” Luna shouted.
He didn’t answer, but he grinned back in return.
“Discord I swear that you’ll pay for whatever —” Luna started to tap her hooves. “Wh–what is going on? What are you doing to me?!”
“Discord! Release my sister from your spell at once!” Celestia bellowed.
He didn’t seem to give a care. Celestia’s eyes were dangerously glowing red as she stood her ground. She had no idea what game Discord was playing, but if this was the start of some elaborate scheme to take over Equestria again, then she wouldn’t have it. Her horn charged up in a yellow aura for a magical blast to knock Discord out. A simple sleep spell should do the trick, and then she could sort the creature out later. She might have to resort to calling Twilight and her friends again. But before she could even unleash the spell, Discord suddenly took up her fore hooves in his arms and started dancing with her. He didn’t seem to care earlier that Celestia had been about to cast a spell on him.
Flustered, Celestia removed herself from Discord. What the heck was that draconequus doing? At that moment, Celestia began to doubt herself. Was Discord really out to do some harm, or was he just simply dancing? Before she could decide her verdict, she began to feel a strange tingle in her body. Slowly, her muscles responded to the signals, and began to move on their own. Against her own will, her body was dancing with the music.
“What is this madness?” Celestia wondered.
She tried to stop herself from falling into Discord’s enchantment, but her body couldn’t help but dance! It was impossible to ignore the music. It called for her soul to go with the flow. To let go all of her worries and play in its sea of sound.
Discord clapped his hands together, and everypony in the room slowly started dancing into a line, following Discord out of the room. It wasn’t long until the guards noticed this. They had taken up their weapons and demanded why the royal sisters were dancing along with Discord, but they, too, had been charmed by the harmonized dance, and they joined in. Soon afterwards, the entire castle was dancing into the city of Canterlot, ready to convert the entire city to their musical ballet.
Twilight sat at the couch, enjoying a cup of tea while looking out the window. Ponyville was bustling with ponies on whatever their agenda was for the day. The skies were pretty much cloudless, revealing the light blue that was lit up by Celestia’s bright sun. Overall, it looked like it was going to be a pretty good day.
Twilight needed a good day, especially since last night’s close disaster. Spike had asked Rarity to go on a date with him, and she accepted. However, it seemed that Twilight and the rest of her friends had one idea in common: try to make their date the best one ever. Unfortunately, it got a bit out of hoof and the restaurant had ended up with more than a few broken tables. Food fights were also the worst way to end a good night, and her half empty wallet agreed.
Out of all of this, Twilight had at least learned one thing, and that was to trust anypony to do well in a relationship. Even if she felt that she should help her surrogate son/brother.
That night, however, ended up in good cheers as Rarity kissed Spike, sealing the deal for the both of them. Twilight had a suspecting idea that her assistant would be spending more time outside of the house in the future, and she was happy for the gentledragon. Speaking of charming teenage dragons, Spike was walking downstairs in a sharp suit and tie. His top hat had a silver band to compliment it, along with a short, sleek, black cane. Hanging from his arm was carrying a basket with a red and white checkered blanket covering its goods. All of that complimented his slim, lean figure very well. For over the last couple of years, he had quite a few growth spurts, and they've shaped his body into quite a handsome form.
“Well, looks like somedragon is going out.” Twilight had a slight smug on her face.
“Eeyup,” Spike confirmed. “Me and Rarity are going to spend the day at the park. I have a special picnic prepared for her.”
“Rarity and I,” Twilight corrected.
Spike chuckled and tipped his hat. “Yeah yeah, I get it. Wish me luck, Twilight.”
“I have a feeling you don’t need my luck. I’m sure you two will have a wonderful time.”
Spike made his way to the door. “Thanks.” He twisted the knob and opened the door, ready to make his way to his beloved’s house. However, something made him stop.
“Spike?” Twilight wondered what he could have possibly seen.
“Twilight, do ponies often do the conga line here?”
“Well… I don’t know. Is Pinkie there?”
“No. I don’t think Pinkie is commanding this.”
Twilight got up from her couch and walked to the door. “What are you talking about? Unless Pinkie is there, today should be a normal day… is that Discord?”
“With Celestia and Luna in tow I might add?”
“Yep.”
Twilight quickly made her way to the dancing princesses, taking care to avoid all the enthralled ponies in the way. She managed to weave her way through the crowd flawlessly, and with grace. Spike tried to match her speed, but ended up with clumsier results. Finally, Twilight reached Celestia, who was twirling around in a swan-like fashion. Her white, powerful wings were spread apart, slowly flapping as she fluttered several inches above the ground. Her dance was at first glance very peaceful, but Celestia’s emotions spoke a different message.
Celestia harshly whispered to Twilight, “Oh, thank goodness you’re here. Actually, no. Scratch that. Twilight, you must get out of here, or he’ll have you in a spell as well!”
“What spell?” Twilight spoke, worried for her mentor. She glared at Discord from the corner of her vision. “Is Discord trying to take over Equestria again?”
“No, I don’t believe so. But believe me when I say this, you do not want to be here right now. Please go somewhere safe. Like the bathroom! If you can, hoofcuff yourself to something so you won’t be tempted to go outside!”
“But—”
“Go!”
Twilight stumbled backwards from Celestia’s sudden outburst. She looked back at Discord to see if he took notice, but he was distracted by a bunch of other ponies. Namely, he was trying to get them to dance with him. Somehow, he was successful and the mares started to perform their own moves. It seemed that they were actually happy to oblige to join with him in his mad party! This was all weird to the poor bookworm!
Twilight’s start was trippy, but she eventually managed to squeeze her way out of the crowd of dancing ponies, and made a beeline towards the library. She felt bad for leaving the princess behind in her graceful misery, but Celestia’s wish for her safety was there. Just a couple more trots to the door and Twilight would be able to fulfill that wish.
However, she couldn’t help but feel that she was missing somepony important. Somepony that she had practically known her entire life. Somepony… or somedragon. She quickly craned her head back to see if Spike was following close by, but there was no sign of him anywhere. Not even a shimmer of his purple scales.
What should she do? Continue running for her home, or go look for Spike? Flustered by the choices, she neglected the choice of freedom and ran back in the crowd. She once again had to cram her body between the dancers, apologizing along the way.
However, they don’t really concern her at the moment. All that mattered to her right then was her dear Spike. Oh where oh where could he be?!
Twilight then tripped over a rock, and fell face-flat on the ground. She let out a dreadful moan, cursing her apparent bad luck today. Thankfully, she didn’t feel her nose bleeding from the fall. At this point, she noticed that the background music had quickly changed. It was a catchy tune and heavily reminded her of modern pop music. Twilight could also hear a couple of mares singing to the song. She looked around and saw that it was the sensational pop star, Sapphire Shores, and the princess of the night, Luna!
Luna was giggling and snorting as the both of them sang. Was the spell really that powerful to induce Luna into this sort of behavior? Then again, Twilight did just see Celestia captured as well in this web of enchantment. However, the sun goddess seemed to be able to keep her wits about her. Her body was just being controlled by Discord’s unknown elements.
Twilight shook her head out of the shock, and wasted no time trying to find Spike again. She has to find him, or all this effort will be for nothing! Was there really even a point to this? Will she ever find the dragon in the midst of all these ponies? After reflecting her problematic situation, she suddenly saw a flash of purple and green in the corner of her eyes. She turned around, and exhaled a breath of relief as she saw Spike dancing with Rarity.
Claw in hoof, the two were together, swinging around each other in a romantic salsa. Rarity was donning a red ruby dress, sparkling brightly in the sun like a hot fire. It matched very well with her white, slim figure. In Spike’s mouth was a red, thornless rose and his eyes were half lidded, looking like a very confident gentledragon. Twilight considered pulling Spike away from their embrace, but she swatted away that option. The two looked very happy, and it would leave Twilight another troubling cloud over her mind.
She turned back towards the gigantic tree she called her home, and quickly made her way again to the door. Thankfully, nopony was really in the way to impede her journey. At the doorsteps, she placed her hoof on the door’s handle. Just one turn of it, and she’ll be able to bypass all this crazy. One push down on it a-a-a-and… the music changed again.
Twilight’s body suddenly went three-sixty degrees around as it turned, and leapt towards the crowd of ponies again.
“Oh no,” Twilight panicked. “It’s too late for me.”
Hilariously, Twilight spun around on the tip of one of her hind hooves, and struck a dynamic pose. The dancers all formed a line with her, and copied every single one of her moves. From the silly Stalliongrad Kozachok routine, to the basic leaps across the ground, there was no end to the dancing. Twilight scrunched her face in red embarrassment as she danced around Ponyville. Was there no end to this torturous plot?
It didn’t seem like it would be anytime soon.
“Skippy?”
“Yeah, Criken?”
“Don’t you think it would make a good HayTube video if I were to record the entire town of Ponyville dancing?”
The two stallions at the café table were enjoying their cups of coffee. Criken was the white earth pony with brown hair, and was the very model of an upstanding individual of Equestria’s society. Skippy was a grey pegasus with ice blue hair.
“What? That’s silly. Why would you do that? No, why would everypony in this town be dancing all of the sudden? You’re just trying to over achieve something that’ll never happen.”
Criken puffed a serious sigh. “Think about it, Skippy. Don’t you remember that we always seem to be dancing in a coordinated pattern every time there’s music in the background?”
Skippy tapped his chin while he pondered. “No, I don’t think so… wait. I remember now. Doesn’t Pinkie usually lead them?”
“Yeah, but not all the time. I think its Twilight and her friends at the head of these sudden musicals.”
“I see your point. Still, we all somehow manage to get caught up in the act.”
“Yeah. It’s like… it’s like somepony is taking control of our bodies.”
Skippy edged his chair away from the table. “Whoa, okay dude. Now you’re scaring me a little.”
“No! Think about it! Maybe… maybe these dances are a part of our culture, but it has a missing link!”
“What are you saying?”
Criken took a huge swig from his coffee, and slammed the cup down the table. “I’m saying that maybe there is more to this dancing. Maybe it’s all some sort of conspiracy that the government has created in order to prevent us from overthrowing them! Or maybe we’re doing some sort of annual ritual to drive away any evil spirits from outer space!”
“Okay, now I’m starting to think you’re crazy. There’s no way that the dances could be that dark.”
Criken slumped a bit in his chair. “Yeah… maybe I’m just over thinking things.”
Skippy tilted his head for a moment, and then smirked as he stretched across the table to elbow his friend. “Hey, don’t worry about it. I’ll tell you what, the next time that there is a bunch of ponies dancing, I’ll grab us a couple of cameras and help you record the thing.”
“Really dude? Thanks.”
Skippy’s grin stretched as he brought out his friend’s happy face again. He relaxed back in his chair, and sipped on his coffee.
Criken looked around a bit. “Hey, where is everypony?”
“I dunno. Off doing whatever?”
“Hmm, maybe. Still, I’m surprised that we’re the only guys here. Doesn’t this place usually have more customers at this hour?”
Skippy took a look around as well. “Yeah… that’s creepy.”
“Maybe… there’s a dancing going out now?!”
“Wha—”
Criken grabbed his friend by the shoulder. “Come on dude, we gotta get home and grab those cams. We got a HayTube video to make!”
Skippy struggled a bit in his chair. “Come on! At least let me finish my coffee!”
“No time! Home, camera, and recording time now!”
“Okay okay! Let me just… do you hear something?”
The two stallions stopped fighting for a bit to hear the music coming around for the corner of the café. It sounded like it was coming around from the main road. The two stallions looked at each other in the eye for a moment, than leapt over the tables to see what was happening. What they met had awed them.
At the head of the group was Discord in a white t-shirt and denim jacket. Seemingly over the air, a catchy song was playing, sparking everypony in the area to dance like they don’t care. The ponies who seemed to be singing were Discord and Celestia.
“Wait.” Criken pointed at the two singers. “Is that Celestia?”
“And Discord?” Skippy added.
The two looked at each other again, then back at the group. The dancers passed by, and the two confused stallions noticed a purple one. It was Twilight. She had a terrified look on her face, as if she didn’t want to be seen like this.
She quickly noticed the both of them and whispered over to them, “Run.”
It didn’t take long for them to run away with their tails behind. No way were they going to deal with this if Discord was around! Maybe they should stay at home today and play some video games.
Twilight, meanwhile, was frustrated that she was completely helpless here. It seemed all her spells had failed to break her free from this songs’ grip. It felt like they had an iron hoof over her, but was also gently urging her to express her free will. She felt like she was being forced to compel, but was also content to convey her soul’s desire. It was something along that line.
Her feelings were all mixed up about these circumstances. All she could do was watch Celestia and Discord sing their hearts out. To be honest, it was kind of cute to see the both of them like this.
“Woke up on the right side of the bed,” Discord sang. “What's up with this Prince song inside my head? Hands up if you're down to get down tonight, ‘cuz it's always a good time. Slept in all my clothes like I didn't care. Hopped into a cab, take me anywhere. I'm in if you're down to get down tonight. Cuz it's always a good time.”
Celestia took part of her duet. “Good morning and good night. I wake up at twilight.”
The two both sang at the same time, “It's gonna be alright. We don't even have to try, it's always a good time!”
The brightened mood of the town grew even brighter as the two sang merrily, twirling around in each other’s embrace. They seemed really happy together. Twilight couldn’t help but wonder if the song was affecting Celestia’s mind to be happy, but she ended up pushing that distressing thought out of her mind. Celestia’s growing smile seemed way too genuine to be false.
Somehow, the town of Ponyville had gathered a bunch of logs and stacked them on top of each other into a square tower. After it reached the height of the surrounding houses, Pinkie lit the entire thing into a massive bonfire, starting the real part of the party. Celestia took a moment to lower the sun, and Luna raised the moon before continuing to move her body to the music again. The happy tune seemed to be endless as the festivities developed even larger than ever before.
Twilight didn’t even care that Discord somehow managed to have everypony follow his motives. All she knew was that she was having fun.
Celestia woke up, feeling that her body was very worn out. She looked up to see the moon halfway in the horizon, as if it was waiting for the sun goddess to wake up. Even though she was painstakingly exhausted, she made an effort to raise the sun into the sky. The star compelled, and drenched Equestria in its golden rays again.
Underneath her left wing, she felt somepony rustle underneath it. She looked over to see Discord all snuggled up beside her. She had a shocking heart attack for a moment, but her fears were immediately calmed when she saw that the chaotic guy was sleeping. What did happen last night?
She scanned throughout her mind as she pieced together the more recent memories. After a bit of detective work, she worked out the scenario. Discord had burst into the dining hall last morning dancing, somehow got the entire city of Canterlot to dance with him to Ponyville, and held a huge party here. It sounded pretty much legitimate to her, and it was also kind of fun as well.
Celestia beamed at Discord for a bit, allowing the draconequus to sleep for a few more moments. She then nuzzled him to try to wake him up. He moaned a bit, and woke up with one of his eyes open.
“Good morning, Discord,” Celestia greeted.
Discord smiled in his mischievous way. “Mornin’.”
“Felt like you had enough?”
“Heh, I guess. Back to stone for me then?”
“Nope.”
Discord raised one of his eyebrows. “What? Really?”
Celestia nodded. “Yes. In fact, I want to ask one thing.”
“And what might that be?”
“When can we do this again?”
Author's Note
This is the second time I've tried to write Discord into a story. Hopefully, I got his core personality down, but I'm not quite sure if it was accurate.
Update: 3/18/13 11:45 PM PST
Also, I hope my editor comes up with the finished product soon. There are some glaring mistakes in here that are so bad, that I'm surprised this made the featured box.
Update: 3/22/13 2:46 PM PST
Now it's edited. Thank you TLSpark and Reddened Chaos for helping me edit the story. Also, I would like to thank Swashbucklist for the extra mistakes he had caught that my editors didn't.
