The Three Sisters: Like Fudge

This story is a sequel to The Three Sisters: Extended Family

A story of The Three Sisters Universe

Families are like fudge — mostly sweet with a few nuts. ~ Unknown Author
Chrysalis' daughters are serving their community service in Ponyville. Nothing can go wrong. Right?
Unless they all have their own agenda, and surprises keep piling up, complicating matters further. But anything to broker peace between the Changeling Nation and Equestria... right?


10. One Fry Short of a Happy Meal

Diamond Tiara paced from side to side in her room, muttering to herself and giggling nervously at her own random comments. She turned to look, wild-eyed, at her flank once more. Her cutie mark was still there, as it had been for the last seventeen times. She had eaten food at lunch time. She had drank water. The Crusaders, damn their blank flanks, had poisoned the water! Poisoned it with a Cutie Mark-removing poison!

"Poison!" Tiara gasped. "Poison, I say! Did I push them too far? And now Silver Spoon is one of them! A Blank Flank!" She made a face. "I'll need a new minion."

She pondered the conundrum for a moment as she walked to the windows and stared at the pool just outside, picturing herself sunbathing with other possible accessories. Sadly most of the other kids her age that had Cutie Marks were particularly inept. "Ugh. Why do I even bother."

The door to her room opened and she didn't even glance in its direction. "Platter, I have no need of—"

"It's not Platter," Silver Spoon clarified, closing the door behind her.

“Gah! Stay away from me! You’re infectious!”

“Tiara,” Silver Spoon sighed, turning to show Diamond Tiara her Cutie Mark. “They played a prank on us.”

Crusaders,” Diamond Tiara hissed. “I should have known!”

Silver Spoon shrugged. “You couldn’t have. Apple Bloom has been learning potion making with Zecora for a while. It’s entirely possible she learned something real.”

Diamond Tiara blinked. “Who?”

“The zebra.”

The Zebra...” Diamond Tiara hissed.

“Okay, I’m calling Platter and having her get you some tea. You need to calm down.”

“I’m perfectly fine!” Diamond Tiara snapped.

“I think you’re having another episode. We should deal with it now, before the paranoia really settles in,” Silver Spoon insisted, walking up to the back of the room and pressing a panel before speaking up. “Platter? Diamond Tiara is having an—”

“I’m NOT having an episode!”

“She needs tea. The calming type.”

“At once, Miss Spoon,” a voice responded.

Diamond Tiara snorted and rolled her eyes. “Like. Whatever.”

Shaking her head, Silver Spoon sat on the bed, watching her friend walk around the room muttering. “Calm down, Tiara, you’re really not going to lose your Cutie Mark.”

“I can’t believe that they would do that to us! To us! Where do they get the gall to do such a thing? Why would they do such a thing?”

Silver Spoon was about to respond when the door opened, allowing a tall, black-coated mare with a silver platter as a cutie mark to walk in, carrying on her back a tea set, which she smartly set down and served. “Tea and crumpets for the ladies.”

“Thank you, Platter,” Silver Spoon said, nodding at her.

“A pleasure, Lady Spoon.”

“Yes yes, now go away!” Diamond Tiara interrupted, throwing two sugar cubes into her tea. “And bring more crumpets!

Once the butler had left, Diamond Tiara turned to look at Silver Spoon. “I shall have my revenge. Those blank flanks will completely regret the day they heard the name Diamond Tiara!”

“Tiara,” Silver Spoon sighed. “They already do.”

“Even more, then.”

“That,” Silver Spoon conceded. “I can definitely see.”

Diamond Tiara raised an eyebrow. “You are being more sarcastic than usual. Do you not approve of my plan?”

Silver Spoon blinked. “Oh. Yes, those blank flanks will rue the day they laid eyes on you!”


“On us!”




Arachne groaned and leaned back and up, balancing on her hind legs, before putting her hooves on her lower back and straightening suddenly, causing her back to crack loudly.

She dropped down to all fours, ignoring the horrified looks of the ponies across the counter. “That’s it. I need a break!”

“Can you not crack your back like that in front of customers?” Bon Bon asked, raising an eyebrow. “It’s not polite.”

Arachne shrugged. “I’m giving them chocolate that I am not eating. Sacrifices must be made on both sides.”

“She has a point,” Lyra said.

“No,” Bon Bon stated. “She does not.”

“In any case, I’m done for now. This “working” concept includes a number of “breaks” that I can take, is that correct? Then I wish to take them now.” Arachne argued.

“Fine, fine.” Bon Bon rolled her eyes. “Go. Shoo. Be back in an hour.”

“Yes!” Arachne cheered cantering towards the back door. “Finally! Freedom from the unrelenting whip of my dim-witted caretaker!”

“I can hear you, you know.”

“Even better! Ta-ta!” Arachne slammed the door behind her and took a deep breath.

“Hi!” Pinkie Pie said, emerging from the water barrel next to the door. “I heard you just got a break! That’s awesome! Every time I get a break, I have like a thousand things to do so I just go and meet ponies and make a list of ponies I haven’t met and then make cupcakes for them and then remember that I have to meet with Dashie to plan Nightmare Night and then I find out that you have a—” She took a deep breath. “Break! And that means that I can get to hang out with you because I totally didn’t last time because there was so much going on and you had captured Twilight and Rarity had to go find you but I couldn’t go because we would get caught or some other reason but in the end it was all right but you guys ended up doing community service which is like, wow, you know and then—”

“Pinkie!” Arachne shouted, shoving her hoof into Pinkie’s mouth. “Stop! What are you doing here?”

Pinkie gasped. “Wait!”


“I have to meet Dashie! We have to plan Nightmare Night pranks!”

She turned around and was about to bolt when a red energy field enveloped her. “Wait,” Arachne said. “Did you say… pranks?”


o.0.o End Chapter 10 o.0.o  


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