================Writing Prompt==============
Some discussion about gigantic ponies wearing buildings to become mobile cities.
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>The morning began with dull roars from a distance that flooded the city and all who dared to be out and about so early in the morning.
>Commuters waited by buildings and structures that seemed... incomplete. 
>Or perhaps it was better to say it looked like broken ruins.
>Doorways led to no where but a drop to the ground and sections of buildings stood with back walls missing or stairways without new floors to lead to.
>Still they waited.
>One commuter glanced at the morning sun's rays gathering together to herald the dawn.
>A series of bell towers rung and the distant rumbles hitched and stopped.
>The bells were overwhelmed as an annoying creaking sound like the snapping of thousands of timbers and the shuffling of covers like a the white noises of a thousand waves crashing against the shore.
>Across from the city plateau one could see a nearly unfathomably large beast looking at the populace blearily.
>Gigantic eyes slowly blinked as a mouth that could swallow up buildings mumbled beneath them.
"I'm awake, I'm..."
>Her jaws flexed open wide as she gave a great yawn.
"...awake."
>A cheer went up from those enthusiastic enough as the giant pony began her day.
>She approached with great thumps of her hooves before she reached down low and slowly, and carefully, scooped up a piece of the city, and set it on her back with a measure of fancy hoofwork.
"Okay, so, commerce district, check.."
>She leaned down to a low table to see more spires and partially-finished buildings connected into one mass.
>She took this up and set it next to the first on her back, scrutinizing it carefully to ensure all the edges fit together with the first.
>Like the pieces of a puzzle, each part of the city snapped together, opening routes and avenues and transit to citizens of a now united city.
>"Residential district, military district, agricultural district," the massive pony finished, nodding to a series of terraces and platforms rife with crops along the small of her back.
>Last piece.
>A platform that sat like a great pier was quickly snapped into place near the dock of her tail.
>Pella eyed the 
"Harbour."
>By all appearances she was decked out in a blocky costume that looked more like a painting of a bustling, abstract metropolis than her day clothes.
>"Everything is complete. Good morning everyone." 
>Something tickled her left ear and a voice called to her from as close as it could safely get.
>"Good morn', our great pony, Pella; the day breaks again through your mane."
>She hummed a response and started off, her body, and thereby city, moving with practiced smooth gait.
>"Where to?"
"Records and orators say that we must see to bartering, this day," the voice noted with due dignity.
>Pella came upon another citypone, this one with decorated in older buildings.
>"Good morning, Pella."
>Pella sleepily wiped at her eyes with a forehoof, careful not to jostle anything too much.
>"'Morning, Thebes."
>Wait, this wasn't her usual place.
>"Thebes."
>"Hm?"
>"What are you doing?"
>"What do you mean?" asked Thebes, "My people and I are out for a walk and thought we'd stop by."
>Pella wasn't quite buying it, but Thebes merely walked on.
>"Care to join me?"
"Fine, need to stretch my legs and get everyone some fresh air."
>The two continued on when suddenly the older citypone stopped Pella with a forehoof.
"What's wro-"
>"Sssh, he's here."
>She pointed to an imposingly large and muscular pony she didn't recognize.
"Who?"
>"Sparta, d-oh no!"
>She clamped a hoof over her mouth, but was not fast enough to take back her careless statement.
>At the mention of his name the figure whirled around, intense eyes focusing hard.
>Atop his head was a crown of bronze and his city was topped with wicked looking iron.
>"Do you. Even. Liiiiift?!" he yelled as he began to hoist himself up and down.
>Thebes looked disgusted by the show of strength.
>"Damn it, Sparta, every time."
>Pella was unsure what to do when an outcry sounded from another citypone.
>"Sparta!"
>All eyes turned to a new city, gorgeous and gleaming with shining decorations, she angrily stomped up to the more muscular one.
>"Sparta, you better stop picking on the little ones or I'm going to get mad!"
>That they were all roughly the same size made Pella snort and she flicked an ear back to hear her people murmuring disgust as well.
>"As if! I know your game, Athena; it's about time I took you down," Sparta snarled with an entire city giving a battlecry of support.
>Pella looked up from watching Athena's string of colorful airships tethered to her tail by a string to find a gathering of other cityhorses arriving on the scene.
"Um, Thebes?"
>The old city waved a hoof at her, drawing Pella's eyes to focus on the ornate and worn stone structures that covered the foreleg, tiny figures rattling to and fro with practiced ease.
>She felt bad for them, however; who would want to love on something that moved that much?
>"Hush, it's getting good," Thebes whispered.
>Athena, however, was less than entertained.
>Her flowing self was fixated on Sparta.
>"You uncultured brute; you'll never understand the ways of democracy!"
>A blowing of celebratory horns and shouts rallied to her insult, getting a couple of supporting calls from other surrounding citypones as well.
>"Shut it, I happen to know you've been trying to build up a coalition; turning the rest against me."
>Athena's proud, surefooted manner plummeted. 
>"Wh-what?!"
>A shocked gasp from some of the other cities, and indeed, Pella's own citizenry, started a flurry of angry insults and cries of deceit.
>Pella was unsure what to make of this scene unfolding before her.
>Athena stammered while factions of all sorts riled themselves up.
>"Pella," a tiny voice called into her ear, "Sparta is not clever enough to have noticed if we didn't either; someone told him."
>She nodded her head ever so lightly.
"But who would do such a thing?"
>She swept the crowd as they postured and picked sides.
>All this turmoil, and then there they were, Thebes and Pella, on the sidelines.
>Wait.
>Thebes looked far too happy with this development.
"Thebes?"
>The citypone in question suddenly seemed to realize she had been grinning ear to ear.
>"Hm, yes, dear Pella?"
"Did you do this?"
>Her look of mock shock was not entirely convincing.
>"What? Nooo, of course not."
>So she said, but Pella could see old banners being unfurled, something only done during a moment of great pride or success.
>Success for a plan coming to fruition, perhaps?
>Pella could even see the smarmy little faces of the citizens readying the banners.
"Thebes."
>The citypone in question pouted.
>"What?"
"Thebes."
>"What?!"
"Thebes."
>"Stop looking at me like that!"
"I know it was you."
>"Oh hush and enjoy the popped corn, Pella,"
>The old city got a smug look and as Pella narrowed her eyes, she could see it mirrored on the face of the king of Thebes perched on the pony's headpiece, a well-kempt fortress.
>"Besides, I know how much you like caring for people."
>Pella could hear the angry voices on her back.
"So?"
>"Think about it, all those fighting cities, all those able-bodied refugees, all looking for sanctuary and there you'll be, a beautiful jewel on the horizon waiting to accept them into blessed peace."
>Thebes leaned in and seductively whispered into her fellow citypone's ear.
>"And we can't forget all that... population growth."
>A furious blush broke out over Pella's face and she looked away towards the brawl about to break out between the cities.
>Athena had cut the moorings of her grand fleet, the strings hanging loose as tiny crews set sail in preparation for war.
>Hopefully someone would remember to send out search and rescue for crippled and downed ships.
>"Noble Pella, we could send out our meager airships to gather survivors of the battle fleets. I am sure either side would be thankful for those returned and maybe some could stay with us?"
>The voice called to her like a siren of rationale in the conflict. 
>The city poni could only sigh defeatedly.
"D-damn it Thebes."
>"Yes?"
"Get ready to share some of that popcorn."