Back for more? Hehehehehhh... type laughter, you Seventh Guests you.

For some reason my pea brain was reminded of something I'd written for the wrotten "Fall of Equestria" theme... well a derivation anyways.

And here it is. One day I might work out a conclusion and stuff Applejack in there.

"Woah. Never seen these before," Rainbow Dash's voice was muffled by many things; distance was one, the wall of Fluttershy's bedroom was another, and the book she'd picked up in her mouth for one thing.

"Huh?" Twilight wasn't listening, something to do with diligently dusting in her friend's living room. Pinkie was also rattling away in the kitchen doing Celestia knew what, Rarity was fussing over the bathroom, and Applejack was outside tending to her animals. All of them wanted to make sure that when Fluttershy left the hospital, she'd return to a clean house. Or at least as clean as it could be before Pinkie launched a "Welcome Back From Hospital And Congratulations On Not Dying From Your Injuries" party.

"'Warriors of Dainn', 'Dancing Filly of Dainn'," Rainbow read the titles aloud, and this time Twilight pricked an ear. Had she just heard...

"'Plainscolt of Dainn'?"

Both ears shot up. So did her head, pupils shrinking in shock; her mane stood upright too. It couldn't be. Surely not. Fluttershy was such a... not a sensitive plant, no, just kind and gentle, how on earth could she...?

"Rainbow..." her voice came out as a croak.

"Wonder if they're like Daring Do," the pegasus' speculation was followed by the sound of a pages being turned. "Kinda sounds like it... what the..."

If it was possible, the sound of silently turned pages became scandalised.

"Rainbow," Twilight's voice came out as a hoarse stammer, "Stop." It then took some effort to get her legs moving towards the bedroom, and what she dreaded to find, now that THAT NAME had been spoken thrice.

There was a thud. A sort of slightly soft, sixty-something kilos of athletic pegasus hitting the floor in what was totally not a swoon type of thud.

If it was possible for magic to tremble, Twilight's did as she opened the door. The scene she saw was straightforward. Fluttershy's bed had been pushed to one side to enable sweeping underneath; sweeping interrupted by about half a dozen volumes in innocent looking dark blue covers, bearing marks of frequent reading as well as titles in which THAT NAME featured prominently.

One volume was lying open, no doubt at a particularly traumatising passage, if the shocked expression on Rainbow Dash's face was anything to go by. Idly Twilight wondered if Dashie's eyes had been replaced by little spirals like in the comics.

She looked at the book absently, intending to close it.

The book was illustrated.

Judging by the saliva spots on the page, it was a particular illustration of a passage Fluttershy appreciated immensely. (For the record, she appreciated it so immensely that it was a wonder there weren't scorch marks where her eyes ravished the paper.)

There was a thud, a sort of eighty-odd kilos of relatively sedentary unicorn hitting the floor in a horrified faint kind of thud.

Silence fell. A bird twittered outside, blissfully ignorant of the literary horror inside.

"I've finished the bathroom," Rarity poked her head out of that chamber, "Hello? Twilight? Rainbow Dash?"

She went into the living room, observed a lack of unicorn, opened the front door and looked about outside. Not seeing any unicorn there either, she rightly deduced that Twilight was still inside. Maybe she's helping Rainbow, she thought, and trotted up to the bedroom.

Her salutation died in her throat as she observed the two unconscious ponies on the floor, muzzles aimed at a book. Baffled, she looked at it.

The thud was that of a well-groomed mare, estimated weight not something you ask a gentlemare, collapsing senseless yet elegantly onto a couch that anypony would swear hadn't been there until that moment.

The bird outside twittered again, but it was a non sequitur and nopony was listening anyway.

Inside, Pinkie Pie bounced into the lounge with a happy "All done Twilight! And I made some welcome home cookies and welcome home lemonade and welcome... home... oh!" The pink mare looked around, even lifting the couch cushions and somehow sticking her head underneath. No Twilight. "Twilight? Are you hiding? Is this a game of hide and seek? Or maybe Sardines? Ready or not here I come!"

Pinkie headed off in pursuit. She entered the hall cupboard, emerging, logically, from the bathtub; she poked her head into the toilet, subsequently emerging from the pantry in a juxtaposition that is probably best ignored. In this roundabout way she finally noticed the three immobile forms in the bedroom and bounced in.

"Found you!" she trilled, before poking Twilight with a hoof. "You're it!"

Despite that recent promotion, Twilight remained unconscious. Neither Rainbow Dash or Rarity reacted either, also being unconscious from shock.

"Girls?" Pinkie looked around, then noticed the book. "Is this..."

She looked at it.

"OH WOW!"

Twilight muzzily returned to consciousness to see Pinkie Pie happily hoofing through...

"The Ultimate Press illustrated 'Plainscolt of Dainn'! This is great! I oughta ask Fluttershy if I can borrow it for a week or two or three and what others are there ooh! 'Dancing Filly', 'Warriors', hmm, no 'Wild Mares' but maybe we can swap -"

That musing pressed the reset button in Twilight's brain.

"PINKIE!" she yelled, "You read this... this... FILTH TOO?"

Currently I'm leaning towards a revelation along the lines of:

The caribou buck standing at the door resembled an accountant who had, but was well over it now.

Mind you, this scrap is two and a half years old. You never know and I never do.