Author: Dangerous Amoeba
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Date: Aug 11th, 2015

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>Six months later Celly receives video of a shackled Blueblood being brutally petted.
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>The human petting Blueblood is wearing a ski mask looking at the camera.
>Blueblood is on the person's lap, trying not to cry, but has tears streaming down his face.
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>"If you do not meet our demands, more of your brothers will fall, for ours."
>the man places his hand on one end of Blue Bloods neck
>"ALLAH-HU-AKBAR!"
>He runs his hand across his neck multiple times, scratching
>Making sure to use his finger tips to dig deep and get the sensitive areas
>Blue Blood finally falls asleep
>All the Canterlot officials look on terror, disgust and a few cry.
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>"We can do this hard way or the easy way, your choice."
>>"You're getting nothing from me! Human!"
>"Your choice. Brian, take it from here."
>The large human walks over to the pony tied to the table.
>His face covered in scars, muscles rippling as he walks.
>"You sure you don't want to reconsider?"
>>"Eat hay!"
>"Suit yourself."
>The other human leaves and the gargantuan takes his place.
>The human takes a rag and ties it across the pony mouth.
>"Bwuug -uoo!"
>He cracked his fingers, knuckles and does some stretches.
>Before giving a menacing smile and going to work
>Despite the rag, the hallways quickly fill with muffled laughter
>Other prisoners cover their ears, to try and escape the horrific sounds.
>Some crying
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>The Canterlot officials look at the new magic video of the rebels torturing captured guards.
>A large pool filled with water
>Rebels standing all around, each holding a pony.
>The rebels walk out to the pool on walkways over them.
>Then hold the pony guards above the water.
>The guards start crying and paddling their hoofs
>"NO! NO PLEASE! I-I CAN'T SWIM!"
>>"Should have thought of that before, imperial! ALLAH-HU-AKBAR!"
>A chorus later, and all the guards are gently lowered into the pool.
>The immediately start crying.
>"NO! IT'S COLD! IT'S COLD!"
>they violently stomp their hoofsies in the half pony leg deep water
>"I WANT MY MOMMY!"
>Many of the officials look away, princess Luna looks on in anger, Twilight in sadness.
>The officials whisper to each other, some comforting the others.
>Princess Celestia has a single tear roll down her cheek and princess cadence puts a solemn hoof on her side.
>The guards are eventually picked up again, still crying and cradled.
>>"Who's a bad pony?!"
>The officials gasp at the psychological torture.
>"I-I AM! WAAAH-HAAA! I don't wanna be a bad pony! I'm sorry!"
>The guard pony hides his face behind his hoofs and keeps crying.
>>"Bad pony! No frosting on cake tonight!"
>The streams is ended.
>The entire crowd bursts into anger and argument on how this threat must be ended.
>Princess Celestia comments:
>>>"I fear, when we placed Blue Blood in change, we awakened a sleeping giant and filled it with a great resolve."
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>A few weeks later
>Another pony crashes through the open window
>A plastic block taped to his back
>After setting up the complex VHS player, all the officials gather round too see the new atrocity being committed.
>The video starts up with a walk through what is assumed is a rebel prison.
>Guard ponies are in cells where the bed is too hard.
>They all look sad, ears down, eyes on the floor.
>>"I need to go to the bathroom sir!"
>A guard pleads with his captor.
>"No! You already had a bathroom break this hour. Only good ponies get more bathroom break."
>>"I am a good pony! Please! I really need to go!"
>"No!"
>The officials are already tearing up, seeing the guards defeated face, as he slumps back down.
>The scene changes to food being handed out.
>Innocent oreos at first. Then it is realized, by the green band in the center.
>>>"N-no...:
>Celestia whispers...
>MINT flavored.
>One official almost throws up, he excuses himself.
>The rebels pour milk into the glasses too thin to fit the oreo easily.
>Princess Luna screams at the video
>>>>"Unflavored milk! This is a war crime!"
>The video closes up on the ponies trying to split their oreo into 2, but with hooves it's next to impossible.
>The few unicorns received oreos with the cream scraped off and put on the side.
>Princess Twilight slams her hoof, then excuses herself with tears in her eyes.
>Guards attempt to dip the cookie into the glass of milk, but it's impossible as the glass is too skinny.
>They crunch of the dry cookie, with defeat on their faces, some gently sobbing.
>The video changes to one of the masked men.
>"If you do not meet our demands! The conditions here will get much worst."
>He says as he holds up a box of 3.5% milk and compliments oreo rip offs.
>All the officials holding it in, start crying.
>Princess Luna slams the table hard enough to break it, and Cadence comforts a crying Celestia.
>>>>"ENOUGH!"
>Celestia declares.
>>>>"Prepare our guards! This means war!"
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>"SHHH. This is Cupcake. Alpha Two-One, alpha two-one. Come in Alpha. SHHH."
>>"SHHH. Alpha two-one, go-ahead cupcake. SHHH."
>The pony peddles on his aircraft's motor.
>Flying deep over rebel controlled territory, eyeing targets to attack.
>The pilot picks up the can and puts it to his ear, on the other end of the very-very-very-VERY long string, ground control ponies gather.
>”SHHH. Alpha, there’s a small enemy manufacture plant, about 60 degrees from you. SHHH.”
>>”SHHH. Copy that, I see em. SHHH.”
>The pilot expertly maneuvers his aircraft to prepare to release his weapon.
>”SHHH. Clear to engage Alpha. SHHH.”
>He looks down to his HUD panel, the weapons available expertly drawn on with sharpie.
>Selecting one, he prepares himself over the target.
>Pushing a lever, the aircraft drops its ordinance.
>In a few seconds, the weapon slams onto the rebel factory, covering it in frosting and a few cherries.
>”SHHH. Good hit! Good hit! SHHH!”
>Rebels run outside, covered in frosting. Some slipping.
>”SHHH. Another target, 10 degrees down, 40 degrees. SHHH”
>>”SHHH. Copy that.”
>The pilot maneuvers his aircraft again. Peddling harder to accelerate.
>In an instant, his cockpit system duck switches his normally calm green panel with a menacing red one.
>The duck starts quacking repeatedly.
>>”SHHH! SAM! SAM! SHHH.”
>”SHHH. No, this is cupcake. SHHH.”
>The pilot violently maneuvers his craft, trying to escape the trailing weapon.
>Alas, it is in vain, as the melted Marshmallow smashes into the aircraft.
>The pilot attempts to paddle, but his propeller is gunked up and he is unable to.
>>”SHHH. Mayday! M-SHH-day! SAM hit, goi-SHH- down!SHHHHHH.”
>”SHHH. Alpha is going down! Alpha is going down! Warn all aircraft of Surface to Air Marshmallows! SHHH”
>The pilot quickly pulls his ejection popper.
>The cockpit is blown off, and he’s launched out in a stream of confetti.
>As soon as he is clear, balloons self-inflate and he holds the string
>He sees his aircraft fall into the distance, his systems duck flying away.
>He gently floats down towards the ground, rebels already preparing to greet him.
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>The princesses and other officials gather and wait anxiously for the next video.
>A Pegasus pony crashes through an open window, on him another VHS.
>With the tape quickly removed, the pony is, once again defenestrated.
>The VHS begins to play.
>A building with a courtyard, rebels inside the building.
>At the center of the courtyard is a cage. inside is the captured pilot.
>He stands there, looking scared and defeated.
>The view pans to above the cage.
>Underneath there is a grate, behind which something the ponies can only fear.
>Tied to the grate are hundreds of streamers. A weapon banned under the pony rights code.
>The Canterlot officials, even though they have been hardened by other videos, prepare themselves against what they are about to see.
>Princesses at attention, trying to watch for every detail, and maybe hoping to do something.
>No one dare make a sound, lest risk missing something.
>Suddenly, there is a whirring sound.
>The pilot looks around underneath him, and his fur starts to lift up.
>Soon, the colorful streamers tied to the grate begin to lift up.
>What must be a fan pushes the streamers and causes them to blow upwards.
>A chorus of chants by the human follows this.
>”BAD PONY! BAD PONY!”
>The officials cringe, and one blocks her ears trying to forget the words.
>The pilot quickly reacts, the streamers tickling his sensitive belly and under hooves.
>His laughter fills the arena.
>Once again many officials comfort each other; Princess Luna grinds her teeth and covers her tum-tum thinking about those streamers.
>Twilight blocks her ears to the laughter, the sounds echo off the buildings and come back repeatedly.
>The pilot attempts to escape the streamers tickling him, moving around almost as if he’s dancing.
>The footage goes into slow motion and each streamer tickling his belly can be seen.
>One official finally cries, while another just clenches his jaw and crushes his candy cigar.
>Some tickle the pilots chin, and neck which causes him to yelp and laugh some more, trying to fend them off.
>But he cannot, they’re everywhere and he can do nothing but laugh and try to protect his belly.
>His eyes are filled with tears, his sides and jaw beginning to hurt.
>But the streamers do not stop.
>Princess Cadence finally snaps and begins to cry as well, hugging Twilight for comfort.
>Eventually, the pilot falls asleep from exhaustion, and the fan is finally turned off.
>As these videos always have, a man wearing a mask comes to the camera.
>”This is only the beginning, if our demands are not met, there will be more.”
>The man holds up extra-long feathers.
>>”NO!”
>Princess Luna screams from the top of her lung, directed at the masked man, but he cannot hear her.
>She’s appalled by the use of magic feathers for such an evil deed.
>She stands up and stomps off into the royal armory.
>Princes Celestia who had hid her emotions thus far finally speaks.
>>>”We do not know what Blue Blood did, however their response is unjustifiable. Prepare a war negotiation; we are officially at war with these humans.”
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>6 ponies make their way through the rebel occupied woods.
>Making sure to check every tree and watch every step
>In complete silence they walk, holding their weapons near.
>Eventually, one pony puts a hoof up, signalling to hold.
>Peering through his balloon binoculars, he closely watches every detail of the compound.
>confetti wire forming a perimeter, behind the wire is a fence.
>Made of strong wood and too tall to climb over without special equipment.
>Inside multiple building and rebels patrolling them.
>Including their target, a small rebel building holding information on the rebel activity.
>Their leader eyes a path, around a few abandoned buildings, hopefully concealed from the patrols.
>Satisfied, he signals and the team moves again.
>They slowly walk to the back of the building, making sure to not be spotted.
>>”Hold!”
>One soldier almost screams out, and signals towards another’s hoof.
>By the base of his hoof, is a small red thing.
>The leader approaches cautiously and carefully with special tongs, lifts it in the air.
>A 2 x 4 Lego brick.
>The soldiers all collectively cringe, imagining what would happen had they stepped on one.
>Now much more cautious, they all slowly move, clearing bricks as they saw them.
>Finally, though slow progress, they approach their target.
>The rebels weren’t cheap with security, the door handle is too high up, and it’s a knob type.
>A soldier attempts opening it standing on his hind legs, but the knob keeps slipping.
>Not even magic can turn the highly polished metal.
>”Find a window, maybe we can climb in.”
>Whispering words of affirmation, the soldiers get to work, searching for an opening in the building.
>They find a window; unfortunately, it has curtains on it, complicating the entry.
>The team expertly pushes the curtains aside, and 2 ponies jump into the room. Followed by the others.
>Inside are walls covered in sticky notes, with drawings and writing.
>A duck with a large butt and a long balloon between it, and a badly drawn bear with the writing ‘Ebin’
>”Some kind of complex code I think. We’re gonna need the experts to crack this stuff.”
>>”Sir, you better see this.”
>The soldier hands his superior a piece of paper.
>On it plans for a giant balloon, with a massive cream pie on top, crayoned on.
>”By the sun, they must be planning on pie-ing all of Canterlot.”
>The team collects all the data, snapping any crayon sets in half so they have a hard time remaking plans.
>Then they jump out the window and make their way back towards the woods.
>Just as they reach the house, an alarm starts blaring.
>The team is promptly under fire, watermelon seeds pelting the ground.
>”TAKE COVER! TAKE COVER!”
>They return fire, hopefully keeping the rebels from advancing onto them.
>>>”Over by the fence! Cherry thrower!”
>A heavy cherry thrower opens onto them, the cherry shrapnel hitting them.
>>”There’s the building over there sir!”
>Following the soldiers pointing, there stands another building.
>”Star! Batter! Get over there! Everypony else, covering fire! GO!”
>The 2 ponies start running, one behind the other.
>Seeds and cherries fly past them, one soldier almost there.
>>”BPG!”
>The balloon launched ordinance lands hits very close to the second soldier.
>He falls backwards, landing on his back. Trapping him.
>”Star! Keep running! Batter! Try getting up!”
>He attempts to roll side to side and escape, but he cannot.
>Seeds and cherries narrowly missing him as he lies there stuck.
>He frantically waves his hoofsies to try and get himself upright, just like training, but it does’t work.
>”Hold Batter! We’re coming! Mountain on me! Everypony else cover!”
>The two run across to their injured comrade, ignoring the seeds and cherries.
>”You’re fine soldier! Mountain! Hold him!”
>Picking their injured friend up, they run towards the building.
>Reaching it, they try to patch up the injured Batter.
>He has cherry shrapnel embedded into his fur, it could take months to come out and he may even lose some fur.
>The squad leader cringes at the idea.
>”Flounder! Stock! Regroup! Everypony else cover!”
>The final two run across the war zone, towards the other comrades.
>Upon reaching them, the leader gives new orders.
>”We’re gonna run across the field over there towards the forest! You understand?”
>A chorus of yes sirs follows.
>”Good! GO!”
>They all charge towards the forest, mountain holding batter and everyone else shooting back while running.
>Getting closer to the forest.
>More seeds and cherries whip past, missing by hair lengths.
>Another balloon hits close by, spraying cold gelato everywhere.
>Very close to the forest now!
>”Almost there!”
>BOOM
>One soldier steps on a bomb bag; the entire squad is thrown about, confetti spraying everywhere.
>The lie on their sides, moaning.
>Rebels close in on their technicals.
>The leader tries one more attempt to fight back, lifting his side arm, and shooting.
>Unfortunately, it jams, and he curses griffon design.
>A few minutes later, they’re all lined up on the technical sides. Except for the leader, who’s left there lying.
>Their belongings are taken, and dumped on another technical.
>>>>”You should have never come here.”
>”Eat cream!”
>The leader still strong tries to insult the rebels.
>>>>”Ha ha ha! You first.”
>The human picks up the leader, holds him in view of his soldiers.
>Placing his hand on his neck. The soldiers cringe, Mountain tries to look away but he’s forced not to by a large hand.
>The human quickly rubs his hand over the leaders neck.
>Scratching deep, getting all the most sensitive areas.
>The leader squeaks and kicks and tries to fight it, but he cannot.
>Soon, his leg is kicking on its own, and he quickly falls asleep.
>Despite being no strangers to cruelty and war, the soldiers tear up and grind their teeth.
>The human picks up their sleeping leader, and hands him to humans, who puts him in a deep carriage.
>>>>”Now then, the rest of you. Let’s see if you enjoy human hospitality.”
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>”What do you mean captured?!”
>>”As in taken, and currently held by the enemy.”
>”How?! Rainbow Sprinkle six, are our best covert operators.”
>>”I don’t know sir. We’ve lost all but one team’s sir, and all the reports indicate they can see through our best camouflage tactics.”
>”IMPOSSIBLE! It is simply logic that if you cannot see the enemy! Then they cannot see you!”
>>”Captain. Princess Celestia has also officially declared war.”
>>>”Heavy party tanks are already preparing for attack. We’re keeping up the strike crafts.”
>”And how much effect are they having?”
>>>”Not much, no matter how many we down, they always come back. And they’re darned Marshmallow have downed many.”
>”Here the production report says production isn’t nearly as high as it should be.”
>>”Sir, with all due respect, our ponies are doing the best they can.”
>”Then I hope you will allow me a tour of the factory?”
>>”Yes sir.”
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>The factories are massive structures, hundreds of ponies walking into and out of them.
>The Captain walks in through the rear workers door.”
>>>>”Sir!”
>Ponies salute him, and his escorts.
>”Do not mind us, carry on.”
>He walks around the place where raw materials are placed.
>Massive quantities of dough cut being into shapes.
>Frosting boxes marked with warnings, cherries filled in a special box.
>>”500 pound cakes, Sir. Over there, 1000 pounds are made.”
>The dough is placed into the furnaces, baked almost instantly and then pulled out by workers.
>Passed along an assembly line, for workers to frost, add cherries and put into boxes.
>Pies are made in a similar fashion.
>>”The pies come in crusty or soft types, sir.”
>At a massive table, extremely obese ponies sit around biting into watermelons.
>”What exactly is their job?”
>>”Watermelon seed production, sir.”
>One of the morbidly obese ponies spits out a seed into a box.
>”I see...”
>A pony at the end of the table runs a small knife into the melon.
>”Why is that pony using a sharp knife?!”
>>”Sir, we needed to increase production and had to ignore some safety procedures.”
>”This is extremely dangerous; we cannot have ponies cutting themselves. Give them blunt knives.”
>>”But sir...”
>”I will not have a pony injured on my watch.”
>>”Ye-yes sir.”
>”Good. Enough of the ordinance show me the weapons.”
>>”Right this way sir.”
>They group enters another section of the factory.
>A massive machine pours out straws, another loads them with a watermelon seed.
>A pony picks up the straw and shoots a seed into a target, putting the weapon in one of two piles.
>>”Here is the cherry thrower manufacturing sir.”
>A large device is assembled, large rubber bands, wooden wheels and limbs.
>The devices are also tested by a pony. When a wheel is cranked, a wooden wheel pushes back at a rubber band placing a cherry in its path.
>When the wheel is clear and let’s go of the band, a cherry is launched at impressive speeds at a target
>>>”New production model sir, only have a failure rate of 42% sir, an improvement over the 67% rate of older model.”
>”Impressive.”
>>”These are the larger balloon pieces.”
>Giant tubes inside which a large balloon is inflated, the tube is topped with a cake.
>”Impressive. Very good. Show me our vehicles.”
>The group enter another section of the factory, the aircraft production area.
>”Explain this to me.”
>>>”A large sheet of paper comes in from the factory; it’s laid out over those benches.”
>A pony is signalling a crane to put down the paper.
>>>”Then the marking sticks are placed, and the paper is folder.”
>The paper has large sticks placed on it, and then a crane folds its edges. A pony drives a roller over it.
>>>”Then the wings are folded out, and a motor and instrument panel and duck are added.”
>The paper plane takes shape, and a motor with a big propeller and pedals are added.
>Finally, a panel with a screaming duck and sharpie drawn buttons and knob, added.
>”How much does one cost?”
>>>”4 million bits sir.”
>”Why so expensive? I remember the old flyers used to cost 1 million.”
>>”Sir, these are new and improved in every way.”
>>>”The motors been improved, we found power transfer works better if we actually add some way to connect peddles to the propeller. The improved cockpit duck is 24% less likely to attack the pilot, than the old geese.”
>”Sounds like a gimmick to me. Show me the party tanks.”
>>”Very well sir, this way.”
>They enter another part of the factory.
>>>”Here the RHC is manufactured.”
>”RHC?”
>>>”Rolled Homogeneous Cardboard, sir. Much harder than mild cardboard.”
>A machine pumps out sheets of cardboard, laying them in a pile.
>>>”Here the workers are just finishing a heavy party tank. 50mm thick RHC all around, 10mm roof. 200mm launcher, fires pies, poppers and cakes.”
>”Impressive, how much does it cost?”
>>”1.5 million bits sir.”
>>>”The light party tanks are cheaper, but only have a 50mm launcher and only fire poppers. As well as only 10mm RHC all around.”
>”Good, good.”
>The group finally head back to the castle, the other take their leave and the captain approaches the princesses.
>They all look at him approach.
>>>>>”Well? What is your assessment soldier?”
>”We’re ready for whatever they throw at us, princess.”
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