Thirty Minute Pony Stories

A soft tune resonated off of stone walls as Celestia walked towards the cell marked “#667”. The guards had their suspicions as to why their princess was humming in a jail, but they knew better than to say anything. The princess of the sun approached the cell without so much as a glance at the guards on either side of the steel door.

A soft yellow glow opened the door, revealing a surprisingly well-kept stallion of slight build. He raised his head as Celestia closed the door behind her, and only then did he dare show the smallest of smiles. 

“Miss me?” he asked. The harsh light made his cream-colored coat look deathly pale, but Celestia knew he was in good health. She made sure of it. A wide grin was the stallion’s answer. Seeing Pipsqueak always brought a smile to Celestia’s face, even if she would only ever see him against the backdrop of a jail cell.

—————

Luna looked at the guard expectantly. She wanted an answer, and by the moon she would get one!

Finally, the guard spoke. “Cell 667,” he said quietly.

“Thank you,” came the curt reply. “Make sure the… issue gets taken care of.”

The guard snapped a salute. “Yes, Princess!”

————

Celestia made her way back to her chambers slowly. She had plenty of time before the sun had to be set. As she opened the door, a new sight presented itself to her. Luna stood inside, waiting patiently.

“Good, you’re back,” Luna said. “I need to speak with you.”

“You know I’m always here if you want to talk, dear sister,” Celestia replied.

Luna shifted, then began. “I’ve heard of your visits to the Prohibited Wing of the dungeon. I need you to tell me about it.”

Unease quickly replaced Celestia’s former delight at the chance to talk to her sister. She opened her mouth, then closed it.

Luna sighed. “You know those that go there never leave. Why would you torture yourself like that?” Genuine concern played across Luna’s features.

“He’s different from the others,” Celestia whispered.

“It matters not,” Luna said, “only that it has distracted you from your duties as princess. The nobles have told me of your distractedness these past months. So I’ve decided, due to his crimes and the circumstances… that he shall be executed quietly tonight. He is but one of many, just like the others.”

Luna walked quickly past Celestia and shut the door behind her. A single tear fell to the ground. It was but one of many to follow.

Obselescence ses: Not Pipsqueak! Anypony but Pipsqueak! D:

An intriguing bit of forbidden love you’ve got here. Have to wonder how Pip ended up doing hard time in the dungeons. Bad break-up with Luna, perhaps? :O

Anywho, tears for the fallen. Good night, sweet Pip.

(Incidentally, sorry if there’s anything screwy with the formatting. We accidentally dorped up the submission, so the paragraph breaks are produced from our best guesses. We’ll try our darnedest to avoid this in the future.)