[RGRE] Alicorn Rehabilitation - by AponymousAuthor


                                            Alicorn Rehabilitation

                                            by AponymousAuthor


                                            Original post time: Sun 23 Sep 2018 03:29:27

                                            Original post:https://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/32966159/#32968216

                                            original pastebin: https://pastebin.com/nBP5QDFH


                                            Note:  This story was a very short story that was apparently inspired by this pic https://ponybooru.org/images/1740397 .  Unfortunately, the original paste is lost/deleted so I don't know the actual title nor do I know the exact creation time for this story.  This is my attempt at preserving AponymousAuthor's short story


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                                            >You are the first Alicorn, and you just got some vacation time

                                            >Apparently the Princesses were going through a "reform all our former enemies" phase, and while you had always been above their pay grade, so to speak, it seemed this included you as well

                                            >As such, you'd been summoned from your office in Tartarus to stand before the crown

                                            >You'd been granted time off for your "good behavior" and been told that you could pick a place to stay, granted there was another Alicorn living there

                                            >You'd been tempted, at first, to stay with Twilight Sparkle, but then you considered the disgruntled denizens of your prison and how often they bemoaned "Ponyville" and its residents

                                            >You had no desire to stay with "Yin and Yang", so they were out

                                            >Bugs were a no considering how clingy they could be

                                            >That left the Crystal Empire

                                            >Someone named Sombra had been living there up until recently, and with your lack of other options, you had your choice made

                                            >With a promise of good faith made, you gathered yourself, and teleported there, arriving in front of Shindig Armor and Princess Need-A More Cadenza who were rather vigorously bucking

                                            >Conveniently, all your teleportation spells included an invisibility sub-root, and you'd made the choice to keep it on so that you could watch the rather mediocre display

                                            >Things had really changed out here since you were sent to Tartarus

                                            >They seemed happy, if nothing else, so you supposed it wasn't entirely a waste

                                            >Once they'd cleaned themselves up (what, were they too embarrassed to let their servants bathe them?) you emerged, towers of fire and ghastly wails that would chill most mares' souls sounding out your presence

                                            "Greetings, I am-"

                                            >Thud

                                            >Oh, look at that, the Shindig just stopped


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                                            >Some time after (having restarted the princess' Horseband's heart when she wasn't looking), the three of you were conferring in the throne room

                                            >A few, simple requests from your end secured you a large room, second only to the Mistress bedroom, though you didn't intend to stay for very long

                                            >Thanks to your current job, your accommodations in Tartarus were comfortable enough, and besides you weren't so weak as to need sleep

                                            >On the way out, you poked your head through your mirror to the parallel, pocket dimension you'd created oh so long ago, pleased to see it was still functioning, despite the tampering that you could taste in the air

                                            >Still, it wasn't your problem right now, so you headed out into the city, deigning to walk on your hooves for the time being

                                            >The looks the "nobility" here gave you were absolutely priceless

                                            >Though as more and more Ponies looked on at you in terror and awe, you found your mood souring

                                            >So far, what you'd heard really had been true

                                            >The Stallions of this age were so...submissive

                                            >Where was the passion?

                                            >The defiance?

                                            >Back in your heyday you had a vast harem that could double as your own personal guard

                                            >Every Stallion in it was five times the superior of any "average" soldier

                                            >Now though, it was like the peace had sapped them of their strength and drive, turning them into sniveling wimps

                                            >Not only that, but the time they could last was nowhere near enough for somepony such as yourself

                                            >Frowning, you turned the corner, your eyes landing on a strange monkey creature

                                            >It appeared to be somewhat drunk, three mares carefully attempting to push the large creature out of the tavern, while a small Stallion tugged on it's arm

                                            >"Fug off! I wanna 'nother drink, lemme in there!"

                                            >Impressively, it picked the Stallion up by the arm it was holding and, with a spin you weren't sure was intentional or not, it slipped between the Mares and re-entered the bar


                                            >Well now

                                            >Striding forwards, you brushed the Mares to the side, your touch mildly paralyzingly them

                                            >They'd be fine in ten minutes or so, and you had no need for terrified miscreants bothering you

                                            >Peering into the dimly lit room, you quickly found your target, leaning on the bar, arguing with the bartender about further amounts of alcohol, jabbing her tuft with one limb, while he swung the terrified Stallion about with the other

                                            >As you moved towards him, you could hear the bar going quiet, all eyes but his on you, even the Stallion attached to his arm losing their grip, flying across the room while you stepped up

                                            >Raising a hoof, you wrapped a leg around the creature, judging the weight and the feel of him before you tossed him over your whithers and teleported back to your temporary bedroom

                                            >Seems you'd be getting some use out of that bed after all