Possible Titles: Equestria Belongs to Trolls, Equestria Under The Trolls. Imagine a thumb Pressing Down a Face. [I'm sure there's some other better ones]
Premise: My Little Pony: Friendship Is Magic, A Troll In Central Park. Queen Gnorga and her troll army had conquered Equestria, and turned it into a dystopian world where friendship is taboo. Based on George Orwell's Ninteen Eighty-Four, one of my favorite books ever.
"If you want a vision of the future, Twilight, imagine a thumb pressing down a human face forever."
Personal Comments: If you have never seen A Troll In Central Park, it's an okay movie. A lot of people think it's stupid. It is stupid, I'll admit it has it's flaws, but it's a guilty pleasure of mine. Gnorga is an awesome villain! You can find the full movie on YouTube, or for the short version, watch the Nostalgia Critic review of it.
Yes, I am somewhat of a brony. So many of my friends on this site like MLP: FIM, that I just couldn't help but look into it. It's okay in my book.
This is another big idea that popped into my head a while ago for a big story, but I've still got too much on my plate to get to it. If anyone would like to take on this story as a challenge, leave me a review or shoot me a private message saying so, and I'll set some guidelines for you. This also mentions a war before Gnorga took over Equestia. Feel free to write about the war too, perhaps make the ponies win if you want. Again, just let me know.
Enjoy!
Another cold day, cloudy summer day in New Llort. Twilight Sparkle had become use to the chilling days in the city by this point. She walked through the streets toward the town plaza for the morning greeting as she did everyday, her hooves pressing down on the hard, dry soil as she did so.
She could still remember days when these roads were once either freshly-cut grass, or well-paved, soft dirt trails. She also remembered once when instead of these crumbling stone huts, she and the other ponies would live in elegant, nicely decorated cottages, where they could hang their laundry outside and grow beautiful gardens. Now, such acts of civilization were forbidden.
She remembered when the sun would shine brightly overhead almost every day, barely a cloud in the sky, birds filling the air with sweet song, and the beautiful night sky was no different in its clarity and beauty. Now, almost every day seemed to bring the chance of rain, and many days did rain, practically three days a week.
She saw a couple of fat, hidious troll watchmen pass her by, spears in their hands. She knew to keep a straight frown as she passed them by, not that she had any reason to smile.
She, like many other ponies, had memorized the uncanny rhyme that demonstrated the norm of behavior in the Kingdom of Trolls.
In my kingdom,
No flower shall grow,
No face shall smile,
No star shall glow.
No heart shall care,
No word be true,
No rule be fair,
I promise you!
It had been easy to memorize this poem, not just because it was catchy, but also because plaques and posters with it had been posted all over the city, and every morning, at the end of each morning greeting, everyone was made to recite it, as though it were an oath.
To her side, she noticed the building that was the clothing shop of her once-old friend, Rarity. Once before, Rarity had resided there, crafting the most beautiful and elegant dresses and suits. Now, her job had become simply to cut out and sew together crude, wooly shirts that the ponies were forced to wear, as though they were dogs.
As she kept glancing over the hut, she suddenly bumped into someone else.
"Hey!" Shouted an angry, western voice. "Watch where you're going!"
Twilight turned over her shoulder to watch the orange form of her old friend, Apple Jack walk away.
She knew it was not worth arguing back to her, or apologizing, so she simply turned again, and continued on her way.
Each class of ponie was given a certain color. The dumbies, for instance, the lowest class that did all the hard laboring, were forced to wear white shirts. Apple Jack and her family were members of this class.
The smarties, such as Twilight, got to wear colored shirts. The color depended on what department you worked for. Twilight's was blue, for she worked for the cataloging department. That department was responsible for rewriting history books to benefit Queen Gnorga's image, as Twilight had been assigned, or publishing newspapers.
Each shirt had a number printed on it. Each pony was referred to by others by that number. Twilight's number was 93. She had gotten use to everyone calling her 93, but she never called herself that. She still remembered her true name.
Soon, Twilight passed by other miserable-looking ponies heading in the same direction she was. She knew she was getting close to the plaza.
She soon passed by the thing that chilled the bones of every pony every day; a statue of who was once Princess Celestia. She had remembered the fierce war that Celestia had fought to keep Equestria from falling into Gnorga's clutches. Everyone did, for it had still only been six months since the war ended and Equestria fell.
Celestia and Gnorga had fought each other face-to-face. It was a close battle, but in the end, Gnorga's magic proved to be the stronger of the two. With her enchanted black thumb, she turned Celestia into stone. That stone statue had since then been placed in the center of Ponyville as a reminder to anyone who dared defy Gnorga.
At last, she made it to the town plaza, a large open space in the middle of the city. An enormous crystal had been placed up on a stage at the front of the crowd. After another few minutes of waiting, other ponies had arrived, all lined up, eyes locked on the crystal. Twilight was in the middle of the crowd, closer to the front.
Finally, a big fat troll in a pink shirt, with a chubby face and fangs, came up onto the stage. A spear was in his hand. He was known as BT. He cleared his throat and faced the crowd.
"Good morning, ponies!" BT's deep voice shouted as he kept on his big stupid smile.
"Good morning, BT!" The ponies all answere in unison, as though they were a third grade class greeting their teacher.
"And now, let's put our hooves together for your beloved Queen, Gaaaaaaaaa-norga!" He shouted as though he were announcing the arrival of the home team in a football game.
Everyone put on smiles as the crystal began to glow red. Twilight did the same, but she knew they were all fake. At least, she hopped they were all fake.
As BT stepped down, the image on the crystal began to clear up. On the crystal was the familiar sight of a chubby little creature in a purple fur coat sitting before a beauty mirror. In the mirror's reflection was short, chubby frog-like face with lipstick and eye-liner. The creature was powdering her face with a skunk, when she glanced over and seemed to notice the crowd. Then she turned around and faced everyone.
"Good morning, by darlings!" She smiled in that croaky voice everyone knew.
"Good morning your grotesqueness!" Everyone smiled and shouted with glee.
"Are we all ready for another sickening day in our beloved kingdom?"
"YES! WE LOVE OUR KINGDOM! AND WE LOVE YOU!"
"Wonderful!" Gnorga put a finger to her lip. "Now, I don't think we have anything special going on today, or within the next few days so just keep doing what you're doing. You're all doing a wonderful job! You're all making me so happy!"
"Hey, cutie-cats!" called out a raspy, yet sweet man's voice, causing Gnorga to scowl, "Did you finish the onion bagels? I can't find any in the bread cabinet!" It was Gnorga's bumbling, surprisingly kind-hearted husband, King Llort.
"No! We still have plenty! Use your eyes, you imbecile!"
"I don't see them!"
"Then ask the servants, Llort! Now shut up! I'm giving the morning greetings!"
"Oh, sorry my dear!"
"Just shut up!"
Twilight Sparkle had to hold in her laughter. Laughter was punished by dip. She had seen so many poor ponies tortured that way. She could not stand it if it happened to her. She bit her lip and stepped on one hoof with the other. If she so much as smiled, she was in trouble.
"I'm so sorry about that, everyone," Gnorga turned back to the crowd, smiling again. "Okay, then... so yeah. I don't think there's really anything to mention today. Just keep up the good work. Oh, now let's say the oath quick!"
Gnorga put one hand to her chest, and all ponies raised one hoof as though heiling her. They all spoke the oath in the chorus that everyone was use to by now.
In this kingdom,
No flower shall grow,
No face shall smile,
No star shall glow.
No heart shall care,
No word be true,
No rule be-
"ENOUGH!" Screamed a voice from the crowd. Everyone's eyes turned to face the voice. The source had risen from the crowd in a streak of rainbow trail. It stopped above in the air. It was a blue pony that Twilight knew as Rainbow Dash. In her hooves, she held a long metal hammer. "I'm sick of this! We hate you! We want you out of here!"
"Who the Devil is this?" Gnorga hissed. She first looked confused, but then anger flared in her eyes as Rainbow spoke.
"I am Rainbow Dash! And I won't stand for what you are doing to Equestria any more!"
"HOW DARE YOU!" Gnorga hissed. "Who do you think you are, talking to your queen like that?"
"You're no queen! You're just a big bully!"
"Guards! Arrest this little prick!"
Sure enough, a squadron of troll watchers came rushing in from the streets. Whips and spears were in their hands. With the spears, they lashed out at Rainbow, trying to crasp onto ther legs, and tried to stab her by throwing their spears at her, but she dodged all of them.
A few whips landed, but she either wrenched herself free of the grasp or endured the pain of the lash.
Twilight was scared. She wanted to tell her friend to calm down, to stop and get a grip, but she knew if she did, she would be in the same boat. She had to keep her mouth shut for her own sake.
"GET HER! GET HER!" Gnorga snapped.
"Just shut up already!" Rainbow rushed toward the crystal, spun around, and flung the mallet at it, shattering the crystal int hundreds of little pieces. A cold gust of wind and steam blew through the audience, making many shield their eyes. The crystal glowed for a moment, but soon dimmed out.
"Come on everyone!" Rainbow announced in front of the crowd. "This is Ponyville! And you are all the ponies of Equestria! We deserve better than this! Many of you were once my friends! We are still friends! I know it! So why are we still living like this? If we all just band together again, we can-"
She never got to finish her sentence. Thunder clouds swirled and roared above, and a stroke of purple lightening blasted down, striking Rianbow, and sending her tumbling down to the ground, smoldering.
As she tried to get to her feet, the dozens of troll watchmen all jumped her, tackling her. She tried to kick off as many as she could, but eventually, they all wounded her enough, and had her tackled, and in chains.
"Take her to the palace!" snorted one troll with a grey face and long ears. "She will face trial!"
As the trolls pulled away a screaming, shouting, name-calling Rainbow, the other ponies just watched indifferently, as they had been this entire incident. Another bolt of lightning struke down, hitting the crystal this time, and pulling in the pieces back together like a magnet.
In a matter of moments, the crystal was in one piece again, as though it were never smashed, and the images of a frustrated-looking Gnorga appeared. She was taking a few deep breaths.
"Well then," She grunted. "I trust there will be no further interruptions?"
"NO YOUR GROTESQUENESS!" The ponies all cried, shaking their heads.
"Good then! Now get back to work!" And with that, the image in the crystal faded away into a red mist. And with that, the crowd began to disperse, heading off toward their daily jobs.
Twilight walked toward the large stone building where the activities of the cateloging department took place.
She wanted to feel bad for Rainbow. She had some points in what she was saying-
NO! Twilight could not afford to think that way. Gnorga was a goddess. Rainbow had made her own foolish choice in defying her. She chose her own fate. She would bet taken before Gnorga, and turned into stone for her actions. She chose this fate for herself, and there was nothing Twilight could or should do to help her.