Mr. Fairy Twinkle's Research Papers

by Timemaster

CONSEQUENCES AND REACTIONS I

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Canterlot, Equestria

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Humming with power and grace, the magic field glittered and flowed around an old and decrepit building. Although the excited sounds of Canterlot can be heard outside of the field, once one goes inside all they could hear was the battering and smattering of machines and ink, the chatting and bustling of little ponies, and the rage and anger of one particular Pegasus. This Pegasus, pitch white and covered in little ink dots, angrily slams a research paper onto the table in front of other Pegasi. Quills and ink jumps up a little, but, happily, does not spill. Sighs of relief around the table give way to looks of anger as each pony reads the title.

"STOP THE PRESSES!" the stallion shouts in the room, louder than the machines, deafening the reading pegasi; but they do not care. The machines grind to a halt, leaving unprinted and half printed newspapers hanging all around.

One Pegasus in particular spits into a tin, "Artificial wings, huh? I knew it!"

Her wings flare up and she stands, "We are not going down without a fight. Those blasted unicorns have been trying to steal our jobs for generations!"

The other pegasi nod and look back towards the white Pegasus. He looks back and smiles, "So, any ideas on how to fight back, Lightweight?"

Lightweight the white Pegasus ponders for a moment, her hoof scratching her chin, "We could run articles about this paper and how the unicorns are right about to steal our jobs. We finally have proof, so even those blasted horn-lovers will have to understand!"

Everypony nodded in agreement and stared back at the white Pegasus, "Good idea, but we have to move fast. Start writing now!"

At the word of their boss, the Pegasi scatter to their positions. Quills scrape paper, chattering among writers erupts, and readers of the research paper spit and angrily argue for harsher words.

"No, no, no!" said a purple Pegasus in refined clothes, "We have to say 'darned unicorn liars' not the other word. Otherwise, we can not circulate without guard intervention, you idiots!"

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"No!" shouted back an angry black Pegasus," This is far too important for their darned... damned rules!"

"I agree," said Lightweight, "we listened to the rules too long! They never helped us!"

The boss chimed in, "They help us stay afloat, you fools! Don't undermine the operation and get back to writing!"

Lightweight and the black Pegasus grumble a little and nod, setting the issue aside.

Another pitch white Pegasus, this time with a shield on his hind, quietly flies out the window and into the streets. Unlike the rest, he had no ink spots on him, nor did he partake in the cheers and jeers. Surprisingly, he escaped without arousing suspicion.

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Also Canterlot, Equestria

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Meanwhile, on the opposite side of Canterlot, there resided a large group of hooded ponies who were cheering while holding the same research paper.

"Finally!" said a bearded one, his voice dark and gravely,"those chicken wings are doomed now!"

He rolls down his hood with a gigantic grin coming from his pristine teeth while his horn sputters and putters, cute pink sparkles covering his white coat, "Come, my wings!"

A disgusting sound emanates from Torygg, his body appearing much more emaciated. However, he was smiling larger and larger, nearly to a maddening size. His sides exploded with new wings, large and menacing. The wings were larger than his body and his feathers were all sharp and still like blades.

His fellow unicorns gasp as he grows great wings, beautiful and strong. They start laughing with eachother and hugging. Some rub his mighty wings, admiring their sharpness and their immense inflexibility.

"These wings don't feelweak like normal wings, Grandmaster! They're awesome!" the youngest unicorn squeals.

Torygg laughs, "thank you, Little Spark!"

One mare clacks her hooves together, giggling, "Grandmaster Torygg, are you a Princess now?"

He scoffs with a grin, "No, but I'm now better than those damned chicken wings. Behold!"

He extends his wings and his wingspan is truly a sight to behold. Torygg awed his followers and turned around towards the window. Grandmaster Torygg opens a window to the outside of the spire and leaps from the window immediately. Torygg immediately tumbled towards the ground.

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Iron Claw, Gryphonia

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Slick and smooth stone walls, decorated with skulls and gold, the quiet and brightly illuminated lair was stirring slowly. Or, rather, one small griffon stirred while pulling a packet of paper out of his satchel. A pile of papers came out, the one on top being Twinkle's research paper.

A great and brooding griffon looks through his thick glasses and squawks in laughter. The guards around him were dead silent, staring straight ahead as per orders. The large griffon lays back into his chair, throwing the research paper into the trash bin with a sigh and a smile, "great, more flying meatsacks."

Grabbing the next paper, the griffon shakes once more, "Better hunting techniques? Hmmm..."

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Canterlot Castle, Equestria

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Her radiance emanates and dominates the air around her, but not in an aura of power. Her aura filled the hearts of her guards with pride and joy, her sweet smile hardening their wills. The hall was quiet as Celestia sorted through the numerous academic news pushed around.
Softly, the front doors of the hall open and a tall Pegasus trots out. Looking upon Princess Celestia, the little pony smiles, "Delivery from Ponyville University!"

Of course, this was just a formality, asked by Celestia herself. She giggles and levitates the packet of research papers towards herself. She heard her brightest student, and her brightest student, were doing an experiment like no other. She sorts through the papers until she comes upon what she sought and her smile faltered for a moment. The sun flickered, yet the room did not react. Reading further, Celestia sighs and smiles normally again, "My little ponies sure make my little life hard."

She puts down the paper and stands up,"Grovehind," she points to a more decorated guard, who acts surprised for a second, "increase your watch of the racialists. I fear they may be up to something."

"Yes, My Princess," Grovehind replies, his pitch white fur shining as his breath returns to normal, "I'll take my leave."

Princess Celestia nods and Grovehind leaves, noticeably sadder once he leaves the hall.

Celestia sits back down and flips through the other papers. Most deal with improving materials, new ways to cultivate hay, comparisons, but nothing concrete this month. She smiles and lays more comfortably on her bed-throne, saying quietly to herself, "At least the bat ponies won't be affected by this, Luna has enough to deal with."

She's a little embarrassed when her young advisor nods, thinking she was talking to him, "indeed, my Princess."

The hall turns back into a calm quiet as they waited for the Economists to arrive.

Author's Note:

Spies, idiots, uncaring leaders, and very concerned leaders alike all share knowledge between one another. Perhaps not all understand that knowledge or read too deeply, for why else would they react so strangely?
Next time, the research paper will include more about the actual experiments! Show and don't tell, of course!