Who Stole My Cake?!

Princess Celestia has been in a nervous wreck.

Ever since the Foal Free Press caught her sneakily eating one of the cakes that were prepared for Princess Luna's fourth anniversary of her retaking control of Equestria's night, she has since gone into hiding deep in the crevasses of Canterlot Castle. For the past week, her throne has remained abandoned, with her guards securing it in case she returns. But in the meantime, she dwells in the castle's basement, with a magical mirror to see the outside world and an old ice box beside her. It is old, yellow, and beaten, but her gold horseshoe caresses it, feeling the cold seeping out.

She sighs happily. Maybe one more day, and she can finally return to work. The blasted Gabby Gums busted her sweet tooth, but she can control it for one more day.

With one glow of her horn, the sun from outside soon sets beyond the horizon, allowing the moon to glow a bright gold.

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5:30 AM.

Princess Celestia's eyelids crawl up, the sleep overtaking her. Her wavy mane and tail lie unkempt with strands of green, lavender, blue, and pink everywhere around her face and body; the twinkling fade into very transparent white. But nothing like a good shot of sunshine would revitalize her body.

Except it is located in that rusty ice box nearby.

If she could open it…

No, she can't. Resist the temptation. Otherwise, the Foal Free Press article will prove true — that she's one cavity-inducing, cake-loving sweet tooth within all that fluffy snowy pink fur.

But without it, she can't wake up. And if she can't wake up, then she won't have energy to raise the sun. And if she doesn't have energy to raise the sun, then the night will last longer than normal. And if night is to last longer than normal, then the crops won't grow. And if—

I spent one night too much with Pinkie Pie.

Okay. Maybe a taste will help her.

Her horn glows bright yellow.

The handle of her ice box door tugs outward.

She slowly nudges her head to her left.

The door creeps open.

Clouds of cold steams her room, billowing a faint, cold blue. Celestia's calm, violet eyes narrow, her brows furrow, and her tongue flicks across her lips.

Finally, the steam subsides.

Empty.

Her eyes shrink quicker than an old head in Zecora's house in the Everfree Forest.

Inside is a card, half-open, face up. The back is rectangular, while the front is in a very peculiar shape. Princess Celestia has never seen it before; the cutout looks like half a ring, but with the bottom end rounded and tapered.

With her magic, Celestia picks it up and opens it.

Suddenly, her eyebrows furrows further.

Dear big sister:

Thank you for saving this sunshine cafe cake for me. It tastes delicious!

Happy April Foal's Day!

Love:
Princess Luna

Below the writing, the picture of Princess Luna winks besides a brown, double-towered cake covered in orange flowers. On top sits a wax candle that says, "Happy 1,100th Anniversary co-ruling Equestria."

Her mouth growls low, and her eyes glow a dark orange.

BOOM!!!!

Laying in pieces, the rusty ice box crumbles behind her. Her wings spread apart around her like a peacock expanding his feathers. Celestia's fur has billowed, some of her strands burnt. What is once her unkempt mane, it lunges forward like wind gusting; her tail sharpens opposite her.

But her head hunkers down, staring down at Luna's card and teasing wink.

She looks up.

"Nopony steals my cake and gets away with it!"

With that, a war of pranks begins.

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Disclaimer: My Little Pony: Friendship Is Magic is copyrighted by and Hasbro and produced by The Hub and DHX. This piece is copyrighted by me and developed in Illustrator CS6.