Possible Titles: Thunder Strike's Discussion

Premise: MLP: FIM. OCcentric. Ink Blot is having a nice, relaxing day at the spa with Cheerilee when Thunder Strike pays him an unwelcome visit with some problems he needs to get off his chest. Based on a scene from Robots.

Personal Comments: So there's this one blot post on the MLP wiki that discusses Twilight Sparkle possibly becoming an alicorn and becoming Celestia's heir. The former statement, I don't agree with, but I've always liked the possibility of Twilight becoming Celestia's heir, as well as her five friends becoming some sort of council for her. In fact, that's what happens in one of my stories: The Adventures of Thunder Strike and Ink Blot.

So after going over this blog, and with Season 3 coming in less than a week, I couldn't help but want to make something up for Thunder Strike; the ambitious and deceitful Canterlot guard who wants to become Celestia's successor himself. I planned out most of the story based solely on the events of Season 2, so whatever happens in Season 3 probably won't affect it. I probably won't use any characters or events from Season 3. I've also noticed recently that Thunder Strike and Twilight Sparkle have the same initials: T.S.! That show's even more that Thunder is the polar opposite of Twilight!

So I've been going over a lot of scenes from Robots, and I've taken a liking to Madame Gasket. She's a pretty badass villain, and underrated.

Down in the Ponyville Spa, Ink Blot was laying down on a bed getting a massage from Lotus.

Cheerilee got up from her bed.

"I'm going to go to the hot tub, Inkie," She whispered sweetly to her lover.

"Okay hun," He replied. "I'll join ya in-uh- just a sec."

She gently kissed his forehead as she left to go to the hot tub.

For another few minutes, Blot enjoyed the rubbing and pressing of Lotus's hooves, tenderizing his sore muscles.

But then suddenly, her hooves became rough and sharp, and they hurt.

"Woah, easy there!" Blot cringed. "Ow, hey! Wh-what you trying to kill me?"

Snapped out of his relaxing state, he pushed up and spun around to face Lotus.

Instead of her, he faced a brown stallion with red eyes and a black mane. Thunder Strike!

"Whaaa!" Blot yelped. He was so startled he almost slipped off his bed, but Thunder's levitation aura caught him and gently set him up on his hooves.

"Relax," Thunder grinned, giving Blot a pat on the back. "It's just me; your ol' buddy Thunder!"

"Will you quit sneaking up on me like that?" Blot squealed.

"Sorry, it's just so much fun spookin' ya like that."

"How did you even get in here?"

"I teleported. They wouldn't let me in without paying for treatment." Thunder gestured the burn mark on the floor.

Blot got over his shock, forgetting and not caring what happened to Lotus, and started speaking again. "Alright so-so what do ya want?"

Thunder stepped back and levitated a newspaper in front of Blot's face.

"I read your latest article on the Crystal Empire," Thunder said bluntly, a hint of anger in his voice.

Blot gulped. He wasn't sure what Thunder was getting at, but he could tell when he was pissed.

"Um... yeah? What about it?"

Thunder growled at him as he started reciting some of the text. "'Twilight Sparkle and Company, renowned heroes of Equestria, save the treasured civilization of the Crystal Ponies from the dreaded King Sombra'?"

"Yeah? What's wrong with that?"

"You didn't even mention me or beta squad!" Thunder bellowed. "We're the ones who held off Sombra so that the rest of them could get the Crystal Heart to the top of the tower!"

"I-I'm sorry." Blot stammered. Now he gets it. "I-It's just that Twilight and her friends really are the ones who saved the empire. Your squad was pretty small. I-I wasn't thinking."

"Well, now because of your article," Thunder went on as he suddenly zapped the paper with a shot of lightening, incinerating it, "Twilight and Shining Armor are getting ALL the credit, ALL the glory, and the public is laughing at me!"

Blot was taken aback. He looked up at his friend with a sad face, and tried to smile. "Um- are you sure they're not laughing WITH you?" He let out a little squee.

Thunder just glared at him with an unamused face.

"Yes," He replied, "I'm sure."

Joking aside, Blot went on. "Eh- but really, Thunder. I think you're over-thinking this... or-uh, over-reacting rather."

"Think Blot!" Thunder hissed. He roughly tapped Blot on the head with one hoof. "Use those great brains I know you have! How do you think this will make me look when I try to take the throne if I have less cred than Twilight? Everypony will be like 'who is this guy? I've never heard of him. Oh, he's a clown. We don't want him. We want Luna!'

"And you know what else, Blot? You're suppose to be on MY side! You're suppose to be helping me get ahead of Twilight and any pony else who threatens my goal! Remember I promised you a spot at my side as my grand vizier?"

"I know, I know," Blot replied. "I'm sorry. It's just you know- the editors wanted me to report on this. I mean it's a big thing! I'm just trying to make a living, ya know? Besides, maybe if you and your squad did more heroic deeds, I'd have something regarding you guys to write about!"

"Yes. I know," Thunder grunted. "And we're working on that; finding more heroic stuff to do around Equestria. In the meantime, just try not to up-play Twilight, Armor, or the princesses so much in the future, will ya?"

"Okay, sure. I'll try to have a little less praise," Blot nodded, a little saddened at the thought of limiting his writings.

"Thanks mate," Thunder smiled, "I knew I could count on you!" He turned and started walking towards the exit. He would teleport away before he got caught.

"Don't worry Thunder," Blot went on boldly. "We'll stop Luna AND Twilight! They won't beat you to the crown!"

"No!" Thunder snapped as he turned around. "Not stop them; CRUSH them! DESTROY them!" He almost turned around before he smiled back.

"Oh, I almost forgot!" He announced. He levitated a little square flat object from his pocket. "I got you a little something for your new desk!"

It fell into Blot's hoof. It was a square, fine bronze picture frame of him and Thunder side-by-side, forelegs wrapped around each other. In the frame was the engravings; Best Friends Forever.