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Eclipse
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Dark,Tragedy
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The Maddened Pony
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Who would've thought the main threat to Equestria originated in the castle?
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<p>A relative to Celestia and Luna locks himself up, and soon after, odd things happrn in the Castle. Baffling everypony, what were the sources of these experiences?</p>
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teen
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2011-10-14T02:39:31+00:00
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Luna sat bawling in her sister’s grasp, pleading for her very life hoping that the end would not come this soon to her and her sister.
“S-Sister,” Luna said wiping her tears, “If this truly is the end, I must let you know that I love you big sister. No matter what happens I will love you Celestia.” She then hugged her older sister as she began to cry once again.
Celestia shot up, “Luna! That’s it! Our love for each other and the Elements of Harmony should help with what we must accomplish!” Celestia had a cheery type of tone now, a plan hatching in her brain.
Luna stood up, “The Elements of Harmony! Of course! We can use them to weaken him, if not completely turn him to stone. It’s not something I wish upon dear older brother, but he’s given us absolutely no choice but to do this. He must be stopped before he hurts somepony else!” Luna began to sound concerned.
Celestia nodded, “Yes, let us hurry to the chamber they’re in.” Celestia then opened the door and rushed in the the throne room, she then moved the chair to reveal a safe, one that can only be unlocked by Celestia or Luna’s magic. Celestia inserted her horn and the tumblers began to come undone, but when it opened. The elements were gone!
“On no no no no no no no no! Celestia! This is not good! He’s got the elements! We can’t defeat him without the elements!” Luna began hyperventilating, when the same booming voice towered over them.
“Your precious elements are hidden in plain sight. But without open eyes, you’ll miss their location. A place everypony fears, one full of danger and tales of murderous beings. You must travel to this place to find your precious elements. But you’re on a time limit sisters, you musn’t keep me waiting. You know how dreadfully impatient I am. Good luck, you’ll most certainly need it.” He laughed a wicked laugh, that towered over them for several moments.
Luna looked to her older sister and gulped, “D-Did h-he m-mean…” She couldn’t finish her thought the fear had overtaken her as she shook as if freezing cold.
Celestia looked easily as distraught, but managed to reply to her, “Yes Luna, Eclipse meant,” she paused for a moment and gulped slightly, “The Everfree Forest .” The very name sending chills down their spines. “I don’t like it any more than you do Luna. There’s a reason everypony kept out of there! And without our guards we very might as well be, it’s next unsuspecting prey.”
Luna gasped, “D-Don’t say that,” Luna, now completely consumed by the pure fear of having to venture into the Everfree Forest, replied. “W-We’ll make it through, we have to! To avenge everypony’s attempt to stop him, we must bring this madness to a halt!” Luna’s words echoed through the room, thought her body still trembling in fear.
“Yes sister, we shall survive, and if we don’t…” Celestia stopped her thought and teared up, not wanting to think of the effects of not getting through alive, or not being able to defeat their brother. She shook the thought from her mind, and went over to Luna, “Dear little sister, we must try. For the fate of everypony in Equestria.”
Luna looked up at her sister and took a deep breath, “Okay sister, we’ll prepare for the journey.”
Just then Celestia received a letter, it suddenly piecing itself together. She picked it up and read it aloud, “When you get to Ponyville, make sure you are on the ground for your wings and horns will disappear. A counter-measure to keep you from cheating. Unfortunately, the same goes for me. But the spell will be broken when you arrive where the elements are. So when your wings and horns suddenly appear, that means you’re close to the gold at the end of the rainbow.” At the bottom was stamped ‘~Eclipse’
“Well Luna, looks like our journey is going to be harder than anypony would have expected.” Celestia finished grimly, looking to her little sister. “Now I can’t at all guarantee either of us will survive…”
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Eclipse
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1462
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Dark,Tragedy
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The Maddened Pony
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Who would've thought the main threat to Equestria originated in the castle?
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complete
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<p>A relative to Celestia and Luna locks himself up, and soon after, odd things happrn in the Castle. Baffling everypony, what were the sources of these experiences?</p>
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teen
| null |
2011-10-14T04:16:02+00:00
| 587 |
Celestia and Luna grabbed what they could for the trip, and proceeded out the castle doors. Both with a look of pure determination, plastered upon their faces.
“So, do you really think our own brother would try to kill us? I mean he’d gone completely bonkers, but he’s still out brother…R-Right?” Luna gulped at the thought they might not survive their trek into the Everfree Forest, let alone surviving through it to even get to the elements.
“Unfortunately, he’ll kill us at any chance he gets, he’s just toying with us now, knowing we’ll probably choke up.” Celestia tightened her saddlebags, one a bit larger than traditional ones with Celestia’s cutie mark embroidered into the side elegantly. With one final gulp, she turned to Luna, “Ready little sister?”
Luna nodded, and they made their way out of the newly crimson courtyard, ignoring the bodies and armor strewn across the elegant castle lawn.
“This’ll be a nice surprise to the gardeners won’t it…” Luna said jokingly, though nothing of what she said made anypony laugh, just made Celestia shoot a stern look at her, which made her immediately break eye contact and turn her smile into a straight frown.
“Luna, this carnage is no laughing matter. We must respect these stallion’s sacrifice to save us, and do whatever they can to secure the fate of Equestria with us. We will respect them, even in death.” Celestia was annoyed by her sister, though knowing she was only trying to lighten the mood, it gave her no excuse to use such a situation for a joke. But Celestia sighed, “Little sister, no matter what happens…You are still my little sister, no matter how much you can annoy me, I still love you.”
Luna cracked a smile, “Likewise sis,” Luna then proceeded to laugh, and move down the concrete pathway to where they would then need to fly to get to Ponyville, or at least to the ground where they can start walking before their magic and flight get taken away.
The sisters finally hit where they would need to fly, usually, the guards would have flown them down, but given the current situation that there was no royal guard any longer, they would need to fly themselves down to Ponyville. So the Alicorns looked at each other and with a nod took off down to Ponyville, and will surely give the ponies a shock when they arrive.
Luna flew happily and majestically through the air, smiling without a care in the world. It was as if nothing had happened, like the castle hadn’t been disturbed. But her happiness was cut abruptly when her wings disappeared. “Uh-oh…” Luna began screaming as she fell down, she’d thought that she would die before they even got to the Everfree Forest. But her fall was stopped by three pegusi who gently lowered her down.
“Thank you my little ponies,” Luna said with a smile looking into their faces. But her smile was crushed when one asked her something.
“Princess Luna, you’re not going to let him kill us like he did everypony at Sugar Cube Corner…Are you?” The smallest one’s eyes constricted in fear.
Luna was shocked, “Wha…What happened at Sugar Cube Corner?” she finally managed to ask them.
The three looked at each other the oldest one being a respectable young mare replied, “A pony, an orangish redish color coat, came in and just murdered everypony there, we tried to contact the Royal Guard but no pony would pick up.” She finished.
Luna looked sadly down, “I’m afraid there’s nothing left of the royal guard now little ponies…I’m afraid he made easy work of them, unfortunately…If me and my sister fail in our quest, that will be the fate of everypony in Equestria.” She said grimly.
The ponies gasped, “Oh…Oh dear…Thank you for telling us, we’ll go warn everypony. Good luck princess, he looked real mean…and scary…” The three pegasi flew off into the distance going to every shop in Ponyville warning everypony of the events to come.
Celestia caught up with her sister, “It’s good that they now know. They can try to protect themselves, but hopefully we can stop any further destruction from happening.” Celestia turned to her little sister and smiled, as they continued to make their way to the Everfree Forest, noticing the path of destruction left by the certifiable madman their very brother had now become.
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Eclipse
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1462
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Dark,Tragedy
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The Maddened Pony
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Who would've thought the main threat to Equestria originated in the castle?
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complete
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<p>A relative to Celestia and Luna locks himself up, and soon after, odd things happrn in the Castle. Baffling everypony, what were the sources of these experiences?</p>
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teen
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2011-10-14T04:22:50+00:00
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The sisters reached the edge of Ponyville, and the entrance to the Everfree Forest, upon the entrance a sign lay forgotten. ‘Beware all who enter the forest, for return once inside, is not an option.’ Luna and Celestia gulped at the snarled warning sign, but not because of the warning itself, but the pool of blood near it, the blood not yet congealed, gave hint that the blood was fresh. Somepony had been killed here recently, and Celestia took this as a foreshadowing of how their journey would most likely end.
“Big sister…Somepony was murdered here, pretty recently. We’d best take warning from that and trek carefully,” Luna walked slowly forward and then stopped abruptly. “DON’T MOVE!” she managed to shout to her sister. Just then, Luna broke a twig off of a nearby tree and thrusted it at Celestia’s hooves.
Celestia was confused at what Luna was doing, but an invisible bear trap snapped closed. Crushing the twig instantly, the twig was thicker than ponies bones, for it would have done twice the damage to Celestia’s hooves than she would have thought. Shocked that Luna noticed that she asked her sister, “H-How did you see that?!” she exclaimed.
Luna smiled, “The way the light shines through of course, if you look the ground seems distorted around where the trap is set. That’s how I figured it out.” Luna looked around and undid all the traps allowing safe passage into the Everfree Forest. But still no way out, once they go in.
Just as they entered the forest, the very light was sucked from the forest. The only light that penetrated was the dim sun from atop the trees. The forest was dark, and there was no way to detect any more traps, if there were any, which they knew, there were. The darkness pierced their very souls, it began to feel uncomfortable.
Celestia remembered to what Eclipse had said, “Darkness will devour light…” A sudden jolt of realization shot through her mind, “Luna we need to keep our heads. I understand what his saying means now, ‘Darkness will devour light’ He’s going to try and make us go mad! He wants us to lose sight of who we are so he can pick us off separately!” Celestia hadn’t thought of his brother as a type to plan this far ahead, and this realization scared Celestia the most.
“Oh my, tha-that does seem to fit together quite nicely with this situation.” Luna had felt her fear returning, “Alright sis, We need to stick together then. We’re going to have to stay within range of each other.” Luna kept walking, but her sister, did not.
Thoughts not her own raided her mind, desperately Celestia tried to fight them off, but the thoughts invaded her thought process and took over control of her. Celestia smiled softly, but not her normal smile, this was a smile most, sinister. Celestia caught up with her little sister, but looked at her with a certain, chilling stare. Her very eyes piercing Luna’s mind, Luna could not make sense of her sister’s behavior.
“S-Sis? Are you okay?” Luna looked into her sister’s eyes, but Celestia wasn’t there, her eyes became little beady black dots in the center of her pupils. Her hair began swaying erratically instead of her normal majestic, rhythmic pattern. Her sister’s stare became bloodshot, the veins of her eyes becoming apparent, and revealed.
“Oh me? I feel…fiiiine…” Celestia smiled softly keeping to herself, “How are you, my…small, delicate, sweet little sister?” Celestia’s breath blew off steam in the chilled air.
Luna looked stunned at her sister, something had changed inside Celestia, and…made her go…mad. ‘…As madness will to sanity…’ Suddenly Luna understood, it was her brother behind this travesty! Luna looked at Celestia, “Celestia! You have to snap out of it! Please sister, he’s gotten to your mind! You have to fight it!”
Celestia’s gaze didn’t change, though she hadn’t taken her eyes off her sister since that stare had begun. “My, my little sister, did I ever tell you how, beautiful you are?” Celestia’s words became creepier in the darkness of the forest that lingered in the cold damp air.
Luna sighed, “You know, screw it. Celestia, follow behind me closely, you will not leave my sight, as I will not yours. Got it? Sis?” Luna stared at Celestia who stared blankly and ominously back, it was like talking to a tree stump!
Celestia let out a deep breath, her breath vaporizing in the dense forest air, “Sounds good to me, my sweet, sweet little sister.” Her gaze unchanging and slightly creepier now than ever. Her words becoming more, and more perverted, as this new part of her mind was expressing desire for her.
“CELESTIA! WE HAVE TO MOVE! NOW!” Luna screamed at her sister, though the words had sailed straight over her head, though when Luna started moving, Celestia followed suit. Closely behind, a little too close to Luna’s discretion. But as long as her sister was following her, she thought it would all be okay.
But soon the darkness, and sounds started to get to Luna, her mind slowly losing its grasp. Just then, thoughts invaded her mind not her own, she thrashed around trying to get the sensation out of her mind. When they came across a lake, and Luna’s thrashing sent her into it. Luna was not a strong swimmer and began being carried off by the current flowing in the river.
Just then Celestia snapped back into reality to notice her sister floating down the river. She rapidly jumped in after her sister, “LUNA!” she screamed after following after her little sister, both of them in the river’s grasp. Eventually the two came to a stop in the river where they shook off the water, and began again along their journey. Though they started to feel the cold damp air’s effect on their wet bodies.
Celestia attempting to keep her sister warm wrapped her foreleg around her. “D-Do not w-worry L-Luna, w-we will get through this. We w-will put a stop to our b-brother, and save E-Equestria.” Celestia stood up and they again began walking, aimlessly, into the forest around them. Unsure of where to go, the two sister begin to lose hope. When a creature of the forest, a small bunny, came to them.
Luna looked at the bunny and smiled, patting the bunny on its head. But the bunny took off, and stopped at a distance that they could see it and follow. The bunny was starting to lead them through the forest. Hesitantly the Alicorns followed, for they had no other option. But finally the bunny stopped at some sort of ruins, perhaps an older civilization that became forgotten, forgotten… ‘in plain sight!’
Celestia walked to the ruins, when hers and her sisters wings and horns re-appeared. They’d never thought they’d be so happy to see their horns and wings again. Then in a whirl of red smoke appeared, the bunny that had guided them had run off, only to be caught by the smoky entity before them.
“So this little thing guided you to me?” Eclipse said with a small gruff voice. “Well, he’s needed, no longer.” With a small squeak Eclipse stomped the bunny to death. “Now that that’s over with, I believe this is the part where I kill you.” He began conjuring a magical spell. When stopped by a strike of magic from Luna’s horn, losing his spell.
“Why you! I spent a while getting that ready for you, now I’ll just have to kill you in a more, inhumane way.” His laugh still bellowing throughout the forest. When a sudden glow started coming from his sister’s eyes. He couldn’t help but stop and look at them puzzled.
“Through this affair, we have learned to stick together! Sibling to sibling, love and friendship will prevail in the end.” Luna began saying as her eyes gleamed a sparkling white.
Eclipse’s eyes constricted, he knew the elements had mass power, but it was really showing now, he reacted hastily running towards them, but getting knocked flat onto his back by a burst of sudden magic.
Celestia’s eyes then began to also gleam the same white of Luna’s, both of them rising up from the ground, and a sudden flash of light shot from them, forming into a prism of light, and a rainbow that crashed over him fiercely.
He screamed, “IT CAN’T END LIKE THIS! HEED MY WORDS SISTERS! YOU WILL RUE THIS DAY! I WILL HAVE MY RETRIBUTIOOOOOOOOOOOOON!” The rainbow drained him of all remaining energy and magic. His body fell onto the ground, almost motionless, besides the breathes he was taking.
Celestia then walked up to her brother and cast a spell over him, confining him forever to the forest’s depths, banishing him. Almost spontaneously light again pierced the thick canopy, and Celestia smiled soflty. As for her sister, the magic had thrusted her body, and erased all memories prior to their meet up with their deranged brother. But Celestia thought maybe it was better that way.
Celestia grabbed her sister and began her way back to the castle. Worn out by the ordeal just befallen them, soon they would begin recruiting once more for the Royal Guard. Celestia felt there was something about her that was unstable, but brushed off the feeling. Celestia remembered what she had said to Luna in the forest, but decided not to tell Luna. For she didn’t want to worry her.
Soon harmony came back to Equestria, and everypony was happy again. But it is said that it is Eclipse that cast the enchantment on the Everfree Forest, causing everything to change on its own. And is said that in the depths still lurks Eclipse waiting for the moment Celestia is her weakest to break the banishment, and have his revenge upon everypony.
To this day Celestia and Luna will deny that such an Alicorn exists. They will deny the existence of their brother to avoid concern amongst ponies. But it’s said one day, that the release of the seven Elements of Disharmony emerge, his appearance would follow, shortly after.
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Eclipse
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1462
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Dark,Tragedy
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The Maddened Pony
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Who would've thought the main threat to Equestria originated in the castle?
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complete
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<p>A relative to Celestia and Luna locks himself up, and soon after, odd things happrn in the Castle. Baffling everypony, what were the sources of these experiences?</p>
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teen
| null |
2011-10-14T04:29:22+00:00
| 491 |
Eclipse is the name of the Alicorn brother of Celestia and Luna, light red coat, long brown hair and tail and purple eyes.
The Elements of Disharmony are the opposites of the Elements of Harmony.
I put a reference or two in there, props to StreakTheFox for Princess Molestia
This was short yes, I know. I'll work more on length later.
Thankl you all for reading, this isn't my first work, but it is my first posted,
How did I finish so fast?
I had it finished before I uploaded it, simple as that
Hope you enjoyed my work
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Eclipse
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1462
| 10 |
Dark,Tragedy
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The Maddened Pony
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Who would've thought the main threat to Equestria originated in the castle?
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complete
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<p>A relative to Celestia and Luna locks himself up, and soon after, odd things happrn in the Castle. Baffling everypony, what were the sources of these experiences?</p>
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teen
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2011-10-19T21:00:22+00:00
| 607 |
I'll probably re-do this fiction. It doesn't really appeal to me anymore, after seeing all of the longer and greater fics out there. This is not my best work by far! It's extremely short chapters kill me. I feel I could explain so much more in the chapters. But not for a while, I have people wanting me to continue my 'Portal: Ponyville' 'Conflicting Emotions' 'Fallout: Equestria Vault 1' and 'The Ballad of the Used and Broken.' I just released a crossover between Quarantine and MLP, and I'm working on a redux of 'Remember the Spectrum. So I have a lot of work that needs to be done. Not to mention my personal life (trust me, it ain't pretty.) But i appreciate the support for my fics.
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earthrise
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1463
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Original Character,Princess Luna,Crossover,Comedy,Slice of Life,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
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Calvin and Luna
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The wheels of fate turn differently when Calvin's dad refuses to let him waste a can of tuna.
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hiatus
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<p>The wheels of fate turn differently when Calvin's dad refuses to let him waste a can of tuna. Calvin and Hobbes crossover, without the Hobbes.</p>
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everyone
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2011-10-17T04:05:55+00:00
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2011-10-17T04:05:55+00:00
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AN: I don't own Calvin and Hobbes or MLP: Friendship is Magic. Please do not sue. Also, note that this is just a one shot for now, but it may be added to in the future.
Calvin and Luna
Calvin was sitting with a calculating expression on his face. He had a big problem to deal with, not that his parents seemed to care. His dad wouldn't let him have any tuna for a tiger trap, so he had to figure out an alternative, or risk complete failure. He redoubled his efforts at applying his mighty intellect to the task, when the solution struck him like a bolt of lightning.
“Eureka!” He cried.
~~~
In the living room, his mother turned to his father.
“Honey, he wasn't taking a bath, was he?”
“No dear. Tiger trapping, remember?”
“Ah.”
~~~
Calvin had the perfect solution: broccoli! No one would miss it, not even Mom.
With stealth that a ninja would have envied, he liberated the bait from the temperature controlled safe that it was kept in, expertly avoiding the armed guards. Simpletons.
~~~
“Honey, did Calvin just run out of the kitchen, holding the last of the broccoli and cackling madly?” Calvin's mother asked.
“Yes, dear. Tiger trapping,” his father replied.
“I thought so. Strange bait for a tiger, but at least it won't stink if he forgets it out there.”
“Heh. Thought he was going to throw a fit when I told him no on the tuna earlier.”
~~~
Pleased with the successful heist, Calvin began to carefully set the trap.
Now, all he had to do was wait.
And wait.
And wait some more.
Calvin's excitement reignited when he heard a monstrous growl coming from nearby, but the trap and surroundings were completely empty. Oh. That was his stomach.
Unfortunately, this meant his hunting expedition would be cut short; he either had to leave and resupply, or do the unthinkable and consume some of the broccoli.
Yeah, back to the house for dinner it was.
~~~
Calvin stared down at his trap.
He had actually caught something!
It was big, it was purple, it was- a unicorn with wings!
Calvin looked on in disgust. How could he have caught something so girly! And what on earth do you even call a unicorn with wings, anyway? Grumpily, he marched in to ask Dad.
His dad was lounging in the living room, stretched out in an easy chair with the Sunday paper. His mother looked on at his arrival with interest, sipping and slowly savoring the cup of tea that she held.
“Dad, what do you call a unicorn with wings?”
Dad chuckled, and lowered his newspaper a bit.
“You're quite the big game hunter huh? Sounds like you caught yourself an alicorn,” he said.
After Calvin left, his mother turned to his father.
“I really wish you'd just admit when you don't know the answer to one of his questions,” she said crossly.
“Really, that's what is! I had it as an answer in a crossword puzzle once,” he replied.
Her features softened, and she gave a brief nod of apology, garnering a smile and quiet acceptance from her husband before both returned to their peaceful non-activities.
~~~
When he returned to his trap, he discovered that the purple alicorn had begun to stir. It looked at him with big watery eyes, and started wailing.
Calvin stood there uncomfortably for a few moments, then sighed and climbed down into the pit with the broccoli and the purple pony. He put his small arms around the creature, and it embraced him in turn, sobbing, as he awkwardly patted it on the back.
Slowly, the sobs turned to light hiccups, and the hiccups to deep breathing. Calvin fidgeted, his small 6 year old body not used to staying still for such extended periods of time.
A light snoring began to escape the alicorn, and he realized the creature had cried itself to sleep in his arms.
With some difficulty, he hefted the exhausted purple problem onto his shoulders, managing to do so without disturbing its sleep. On an impulse he grabbed the broccoli as well—it would probably be hungry whenever it woke up.
Calvin doubted that Mom and Dad would be thrilled if he asked to keep the alicorn in their room, so it looked like he was going to have a roommate for tonight.
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Anisky
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Applejack,Fluttershy,Pinkie Pie,Rainbow Dash,Spike,Twilight Sparkle,Crossover,Adventure,Comedy,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
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Harry Potter: Friendship is Magic
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Retelling of "Mare in the Moon", if it happened in the Harry Potter universe!
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incomplete
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<p>Hermione Granger is Dumbledore's private student, and she much prefers books to friends. But when she discovers an ancient prophecy predicting that Lord Voldemort will rise in two days, instead of taking action, Professor Dumbledore tells Hermione to supervise the preparations for the End of Term feast- and to make friends?</p>
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everyone
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2011-10-13T23:49:44+00:00
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2011-10-13T23:49:44+00:00
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Harry Potter: Friendship is Magic
Part 1: The Flyer from Death
Author: Anisky
Concept by spikeslashrarity
Description: Hermione Granger is Dumbledore's private student, and she much prefers books to friends. But when she discovers an ancient prophecy predicting that Lord Voldemort will rise in two days, instead of taking action, Professor Dumbledore tells Hermione to supervise the preparations for the End of Term feast- and to make friends?
Disclaimer: I own nothing having to do with My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic or Harry Potter. I am not making money off this in any way and am just writing it for fun!
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Chapter 1
Once upon a time, in Magical Britain, there was a mentor and his student, who used their magical abilities to create harmony in all the land.
To do this, the older mentor used his powers of protecting and happiness during the day. The younger found his powers were much stronger at night. Thus, the teacher and his pupil maintained balance throughout Britain.
But as time went on, the younger wizard became angry and resentful. He feared Death greatly, and had heard that his mentor knew the secret to becoming the Master of Death. However hard he begged his teacher to tell him how to defeat Death, however, his teacher refused. The teacher said that all beings must die, that it was the natural order of things.
One day, the young student refused to use his powers of night to protect the wizards of Britain. He blamed the Muggleborns for his teacher's refusal to help him escape Death, reasoning that if there were not Muggles in the world who lived and died, then perhaps wizards would not see death as something natural and inevitable. Without Muggles and Muggleborns, he believed, wizards would see the wisdom in becoming immortal.
The elder mentor tried to reason with him, but the bitterness in the young one's heart turned him into an evil Dark Wizard- Lord Voldemort! He vowed that he would rid the Wizarding World of all Muggleborns, and free himself from death.
Reluctantly, the elder mentor harnessed the most powerful magic known to wizards: The Horcruxes of Harmony!
Using the magic of the Horcruxes of Harmony, he defeated his young protege, and banished him to Albania permanently.
The elder teacher took responsibility for both day and night, and Harmony has been maintained in Wizarding Britain ever since.
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Hermione stared at her book, smoothing out one of the pages distractedly as she thought.
"Hmm, Horcruxes of Harmony," she said slowly. "I know I've heard of those before... but where?"
But no matter how she thought, she couldn't seem to remember the answer. She sighed, and shut her book. The school year had just ended, and her final exams had been finished several days ago, but Hermione always loved to study. Besides, something was telling her that this was important. She had to go to the library to find out more.
Hermione had just finished her third year of magical education. Though she lived and studied at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, she didn't attend classes and live in a House the way most of the students did. Instead, she was Dumbledore's private pupil, and under his tutelage she was set to become one of the most powerful witches in all the world.
Not being in a Hogwarts House made it difficult to socialize, but this suited Hermione Granger perfectly. She would much rather read books than make friends, and being that strange, brainy Muggleborn who didn't attend any of the normal classes or sit at the normal House tables made it easy to avoid everyone who might try befriending her.
She burst into the library, throwing the door open so quickly that it knocked an elf off his feet. Hermione didn't notice him at first, so she called, "Dobby! Dobby?"
Then she spotted him lying on the floor. "Oh, there you are! I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to hit you with the door!"
Back when Hermione had first heard of House Elves, she'd been horrified that Hogwarts used creatures that way- it was like slave labor! She had tried to convince Headmaster Dumbledore to give them wages and vacation, but though her beloved Headmaster was willing, the house elves were insulted by the offer. Hermione had kept trying to free them, until the elves were frightened and resentful of Hermione.
In an attempt to smooth over relations between Hermione and the elves, Dumbledore had assigned Dobby to be her assistant. Dobby was a free elf, who received wages and vacation, so he and Hermione got on very well. She figured that his presence in Hogwarts would show the other elves the benefits of freedom, and Dobby was happy to have a "mistress" who respected him as a free elf.
"It is okay, miss," Dobby said. "Dobby is not being badly hurt."
"Oh, good. Then could you find me that copy of Prophecies of the 20th Century?" Hermione asked.
"Miss is wanting more books?" Dobby asked. "But miss is on a break! Miss has finally completed all her exams!"
Hermione ignored the house elf's point. He knew that she never stopped studying over the summer. What else would she do, if she weren't studying, anyway?
She flew around the library, searching through all the different books. "No, no, no no no!" she exclaimed. She grew increasingly frustrated as she went through the books, but she still placed them carefully back on the shelf when she had looked at them. Books were precious, after all, no matter how angry she was she would treat them with respect!
"The book is here, miss!" cried Dobby.
"Oh, thank you, Dobby!" said Hermione, snatching the book from his outstretched hands. She sat down to flip through it. "Horcruxes, Horcruxes, H, H, H... here it is, the Horcruxes of Harmony. See the 'Flyer from Death'. The Flyer from Death?" Hermione repeated aloud, sounding incredulous. "That sounds like the grim reaper is handing out brochures for the afterlife or something."
Dobby stared at Hermione blankly. "Miss?"
She sighed. "Dobby, have you heard of the Flyer from Death?"
"Yes miss, Dobby has heard of him, but Dobby is told it is just an old witch's tale!"
Hermione frowned and flipped to the index. "It's in Prophecies of the 10th Century. Accio!" She pointed her wand at the book shelf, and the desired book flew towards her. She searched the pages until she found what she was looking for.
"A prophecy, made by the seer Pinkamina Diane in the late 10th century. It's still on file in the Hall of Prophecy, but has never been labeled, as they are still unsure to whom the prophecy refers.
"According to her prediction, the Flyer from Death would be a powerful Dark Wizard who will try to rule Great Britain, but is banished before he succeeds. But, on the longest day of the thirteenth year of his banishment, the stars will align, and a rat will aid in his escape- a rat?" Hermione repeated, blinking in surprise at the page. "Well, the magical world is strange sometimes... a rat will aid in his escape, and he will return to conquer Magical Britain once more."
Hermione gasped as all the pieces came together in her head. "Dobby, do you know what this means?"
"No," Dobby said.
She paced the library as she thought. "I must send a letter to Dumbledore right away!"
"But, is miss sure that is a good idea?" asked Dobby tentatively. "The Headmaster is being very busy now, to prepare for the End of Term Feast."
"That's just it, Dobby! The Flyer from Death must be Lord Voldemort! That's what 'vol de mort' means in French! But the longest day of the thirteenth year... that's the day after tomorrow! We can't wait until after the End of Term Feast, there's not enough time!"
Hermione grabbed her quill and inkwell out of her bag, as well as a piece of parchment, and set about writing to the Headmaster.
My Beloved Teacher (she wrote),
My continuing studies have lead me to discover that we are on the BRINK of DISASTER!
For you see, the ancient prophecy about the Flyer from Death is in fact about Lord Voldemort,
and he's about to return to Great Britain, to conquer the Magical World once more!
Something must be done to make sure that this terribly prophecy DOES NOT come true!
Please reply as soon as possible, it is of the utmost importance!
Your faithful student,
Hermione Granger
She blew lightly on the ink to dry it, then rolled it up. "Come on, Dobby! To the owlery!"
Dobby followed her reluctantly, saying things like, "Is miss sure that this is a good idea?" and "The Headmaster, he is so busy Miss Hermione, is miss sure this cannot wait for a few days?"
"Yes, Dobby, I'm sure! This is important, much more important than the end of term feast!"
"If you say so, Miss," Dobby said doubtfully, as Hermione attached the letter to an owl's leg and sent him off to the headmaster.
"Oh, I'm not worried, Dobby," she assured her assistant. "Professor Dumbledore trusts me completely. In all the years he's been my mentor, he's never once doubted me."
The house elf looked skeptical, but they'd only been waiting a minute when the owl flew back and landed on Hermione's shoulder with a hoot. There was a letter tied to his leg.
"See, Dobby?" Hermione said smugly as she gave the owl a treat and opened the letter. "I knew he would realize the dire nature of this situation."
She lowered her eyes to read the letter.
My dear student Hermione,
You know that I have faith in your marvelous ability and dedication, and that I trust you completely.
But you simply must stop reading those dusty old books!
Hermione gasped and dropped the parchment.
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Harry Potter: Friendship is Magic
Part 1: The Flyer from Death
Author: Anisky
Concept by spikeslashrarity
Chapter 2
As Hermione dejectedly trudged down the stairs from the Owlery, Dobby read the letter that Professor Dumbledore had sent to her.
"My dear Hermione," he read, "There is more to a young witch's life than studying! With this in mind, I've decided to charge you with overseeing the preparations for the Hogwarts End of Term feast. As well as making sure the feast goes smoothly, I have an even more essential task for you: Make some friends!"
Hermione Granger groaned. She'd already read the letter, of course, and hearing it again just made her want to sink into the ground.
"Miss Hermione, it is not that bad, Dobby does not think!" said the House Elf. "It is only lasting for a day or two."
"But Dobby!" Hermione cried. "He said he wants me to stop reading books and start making friends! What if he decides I shouldn't be his personal student anymore? What if he makes me put on the Sorting Hat and join one of the houses, and take classes with all the other students?"
"Miss," Dobby said comfortingly, "Headmaster Dumbledore has not written he will do that! If miss just makes some friends, Dobby is sure that the Headmaster will not be wanting to stop tutoring his best student!"
"Or," Hermione said, brightening, "if I prove that I'm right! I'll take care of all the preparations as fast as I can, and then I'll go to the library to find more books and find definitive proof that Voldemort is returning!"
"But then when will miss make friends?"
Hermione tossed her head as they got to the bottom of the stairs and stepped into the corridor. "Professor Dumbledore told me to supervise the preparations for the End of Term feast, and of course I'll do what my teacher and mentor tells me.
"But the fate of Magical Britain does not depend on me making friends," Hermione concluded, with a scoff.
Dobby frowned.
"Like I said," Hermione said, "if I just show Professor Dumbledore that I'm right about Voldemort coming back, then he'll see how important my studies really are, and forget all about the stupid friendship thing. When he realizes that making me make friends would have allowed the worst Dark Wizard in history to rise again, there's no way he'll make me join a House or attend classes!"
"But maybe if Miss Hermione is getting to know the other students, she will be liking them!" Dobby suggested. "Many of the Hogwarts students are interesting!"
Hermione didn't look like she put much faith in this suggestion, but Dobby was persistent. A young wizard, with extremely bright red hair and freckles, was walking down the hallway cheerfully. Dobby pushed Hermione closer to her fellow student.
"Please Miss, just try?" he said.
She sighed. "Uh... hello?" she said to the redheaded wizard.
The boy's jaw dropped, and he gasped at Hermione, loudly and dramatically. "UHHHHHHHH!" Then he took off running down the hallway, fast as he could.
"Well, that was interesting, all right," she muttered to Dobby, her low opinion of the other students at Hogwarts clearly just reinforced.
Dobby looked sad. His plan to help his mistress do as the Headmaster said and make some friends wasn't going very well. It seemed hopeless. But Dumbledore was an amazing wizard, maybe he knew something that Dobby didn't.
"So what's first on this overseer's checklist?" Hermione asked impatiently, snatching the letter from Dobby and reading it. "Banquet celebrations. I guess we're going to the kitchens."
As they entered the kitchens, dozens of house elves and one young wizard were all hard at work preparing the feast. When he saw Hermione and Dobby enter, the young wizard came to greet them.
"Hi, I'm Neville!" he said.
"I'm Hermione Granger, and I'm overseeing preparations for the End of Term Feast. You're in charge of the banquet?"
"I sure am! I'm happy to meet you, Hermione. I love to make friends!"
"Er," she said.
"Here in the kitchen, we've been working nonstop to make it the best End of Term Feast in Hogwarts history. Care to sample some?" he asked.
"Well," she said, "as long as it doesn't take too long."
Hermione jumped as Neville rang a loud bell.
"Alright, everyone!" he yelled. "Hermione wants to sample all the food for the feast!"
"Well, I don't think all the food-" she started to say, but her voice was drowned out by the clattering as dozens of house elves grabbed every kind of food imaginable and piled it on the table in front of her.
"This here's the roast beef, roast chicken, fried sausages, stew, casserole, shepherd's pie, steak, Cornish pasties, lamb chops, sausages, steak and kidney pudding, steak and kidney pie, black pudding, crumpets, roast potatoes, jacket potatoes, chips, Yorkshire pudding, peas, sprouts and carrots," said Neville, putting the dishes in front of her as he spoke.
"Then for dessert," he continued, "we have apple pie, apple cake, apple fritters, apple dumplings, caramel apples, apple strudel, apple tart, baked apple, apple brioche, and apple cinnamon crisp."
"Wow," Hermione said. "So, you uh... really like apples, huh?"
"Sure do!" Neville grinned at her.
To be polite, Hermione took a bite of the casserole. "It's very good," she said. "So, I can see the food situation is handled, so I'll just be on my way..."
"Aren't you going to try the rest of the food?" asked one of the house elves, looking up at her sadly.
"Er, well, you see, I have a lot to do..." Hermione hedged.
"Miss Hermione," Dobby tugged on her robes urgently. "Miss must stay and try all of the food. It's a terrible insult to the House Elves if miss does not. They all will feel shamed by your refusal."
"Really?" she asked, worried.
All of the house elves nodded solemnly.
"Please stay and eat, it will make us so happy!" said one of them.
"Well... fine. If everyone else eats too," Hermione gave in.
Neville and the house elves cheered.
She found she actually was feeling quite hungry, so she wasn't too worried, even though there was so much food that just a bit of everything still ended up overflowing off her plate. The food was quite delicious, though she was feeling awfully antsy since she really ought to be getting on with the preparations so she could go to the library...
But Neville kept trying to engage her in conversation, and Hermione imagined the Headmaster would be unhappy with her if she didn't at least talk to him. Since she didn't want to talk about herself, she headed off his questions by asking her own.
"So Neville, you're a student, right?" she asked.
"Yes, I am!" he said, between bites.
"But I thought house elves were in charge of the food at Hogwarts?"
"Mostly they are," Neville explained, "but Professor Dumbledore asked me to tweak some of the recipes for special occasions. House elves don't really know much about Herbology, and it's by far my best subject, so I'm helping create dishes using herbs and fungi grown right here at Hogwarts!" He puffed out his chest in pride.
"Oh... but just the non-magical herbs and fungi, right?" Hermione asked.
"No, I use both. Some of the magical herbs taste excellent, there's one in particular that's delicious in pumpkin bread-"
"What?" she cried, spitting her food into a napkin and pushing the plate away from her. "That's so dangerous!"
"Professor Dumbledore has to approve all my choices before we actually cook or bake the dishes, of course," Neville said soothingly. "He wouldn't let us put in anything dangerous. He always protects his students."
"Unless he doesn't believe the dangerous thing is dangerous," Hermione muttered. "And wants you to make friends instead."
"Pardon?" said Neville. "I didn't catch that."
"Nothing," Hermione said.
"You can't be finished already!" he said, as he saw that she stopped eating. "There's still tons left for you to try."
"I... I think I'm full," she said.
"You can't be yet. Besides," he lowered his voice, "if you don't try everything, the elves will be awfully upset. Don't worry about the magical ingredients, I promise they're safe. And we've been using them in Hogwarts food for a while."
Reluctantly, she began eating again. She tried to only take the tiniest bit of foods that seemed like they might have herbs in them.
"So, are there any herbs in the apple pie?" she asked, as it neared time for desert.
"No, just spices," he said. "Those aren't magical."
"I think I'll have the pie," she said, taking a huge bite. "Oh, wow, this is so good."
"I'm glad you like it!" he said.
She really was pretty full now, but it was just so good, she couldn't stop.
"Wow, I've never had apple pie that good before!" she said.
"That would be the special magical apples," Neville said.
"What?"
"Miss Hermione has seen to the food; now, the weather!" Dobby exclaimed cheerfully as they left the kitchens. "We must go to the roof!"
"The weather? But the feast is indoors," Hermione protested. She moaned and held her stomach. "I ate way too much. Oh, I really hope that magical food wasn't dangerous. Do you think he was joking about the apples? And I don't want to walk up all those stairs! Why do we care what the weather's like?"
"Headmaster Dumbledore wants all the stars to be out at the feast," Dobby said. "The ceiling of the Great Hall-"
"-is enchanted to look like whatever the weather is outside. Yes, I know." Hermione sighed, and started up the stairs reluctantly. "There must be some way to change the enchantment, have it show the clear night sky even if it's cloudy or storming. I wish Professor Dumbledore had asked me to research how to do that, instead."
"But it says Mr Harry Potter is the student to be clearing the clouds! Oh, Harry Potter is a great wizard Miss Hermione, you'll see! You will like him!"
The witch and her elf assistant emerged on the roof above the Great Hall.
"Hmm. Clearing the clouds?" Hermione asked, looking up at the sky, which looked anything but clear. In fact, it looked like they might be a few moments away from a storm. "Well, he's not doing a very good job, is he?"
No sooner had Hermione spoke than a broomstick slammed into her side. A wizard had been riding on the handle of aforementioned broomstick, so their combined forced was quite enough to knock a witch off her feet. Hermione waved her arms to try and stay upright, but she fell to the ground, right in a puddle of mud. Yuck! Why couldn't they have someone cleaning the roof of Hogwarts better?
The broomstick-riding wizard fell on top of her, pushing her further into the mud without himself having to touch it.
To Hermione's extreme annoyance, the wizard laughed as he stood up and grabbed the broomstick. "Um, excuse me?" he said, but he sounded amused much more than apologetic.
She stood up, trying futilely to wipe the dirt off her robes and get it out of her hair. To make matters worse, the wizard (who had caused the whole problem in the first place) kept laughing at her.
"Here, let me help you," he chuckled, pulling out his wand and flicking it at her before she could object. "AGUAMENTI!"
A deluge of water shot out of the end of his wand and slammed right into Hermione, nearly knocking her over again. Though it was over a few seconds later, she was completely drenched, sputtering and coughing from the water she'd accidentally inhaled.
He laughed at this too! Hermione was starting to seriously hate this boy. She panted a few times, but before she managed to speak, he was talking again.
"Whoops, sorry!" he said, once again not sounding sorry at all. "Guess that was a bit too much! Er, how about this. Deprimo!"
Now a torrent of powerful wind came at her, so forceful that it lifted her off her feet. For one terrified second, she thought she'd be blown clear off the roof and fall to her death.
Of course, the Hogwarts roof extended for at least a kilometer, so that wasn't an issue, but she did bang into a turret with a painful THUMP. She was pinned there another second before the spell was over.
She was dry now, kind of, but her hair was a complete rat's nest (not that it was usually much better) from the drenching and then the ridiculous Category 5 Hurricane wind. She was shivering as well as she slid down to the ground luckily managing to land on her feet.
The wizard looked at her, biting his lip, and burst into his loudest and most mirthful guffaws yet.
If I kill him, it's Dumbledore's fault really, Hermione thought. He's the one who wanted me to meet these people.
To her horror, as Dobby looked from the rude broomstick riding wizard to Hermione, he couldn't hold back some chuckles either.
A jury would agree, right? I wanted to just study and not deal with any of these stupid wizards, so I can't be held accountable!
She panted several times, and finally had enough breath to speak.
"WHY-" She yelled at the boy, advancing on him and pointing a finger. He straightened up, looking kind of scared of her now. "WOULD YOU NOT!" she continued, poking him hard in the chest. "USE SCORGIFY?"
"Oh!" said the boy, with a look of dawning comprehension. "Wow, that would have been a good idea! You're really smart!"
Hermione resisted the urge to bang her head against the wall. "You're Harry Potter?" she asked incredulously. "The Boy Who Lived? The only wizard to survive the Killing Curse?"
"That's me. I guess you've heard of me," he said, looking a bit pained.
"I heard that you're supposed to keep the sky clear!" Hermione said crossly. Then she took a deep breath to calm herself. She had promised Dumbledore she'd do this, after all. "I'm Hermione Granger. Headmaster Dumbledore sent me to check on the weather for the End of Term Feast."
"Oh, that," Harry said dismissively, as he mounted his broom. "That'll be easy. I'll do it in a jiffy, just as soon as I finish practicing."
"Practicing?" Hermione repeated. "For what?"
Harry looked surprised. "For Quidditch, of course!" he cried, pushing up from the floor and flying in loops around the sky. He flew back down to talk to her. "I'm a Seeker! The Tutshill Tornadoes are going to be at the End of Term feast, this is my chance to impress them!"
"The Tutshill Tornadoes?" she repeated incredulously.
"Yep!" said Harry.
"The top ranked league in all of Magical Britain?" Hermione didn't like Quidditch, but of course she'd read all the books in the library on the subject.
"That's them!"
Hermione frowned for a moment, then got an idea.
"Ha!" she exclaimed. "Please. Do you really think the Tutshill Tornadoes would put a Seeker on their team who can't even keep a sky clear for one day?"
"Hey!" Harry zoomed up to her and glared. "I could clear this sky if I wanted to. I'd have it clear in ten seconds flat!"
Hermione hid her grin. Come into my parlor, said the spider... She just raised an eyebrow, and looked disbelieving.
"Prove it," she said.
But what came next took her totally by surprise, as Harry zipped, dove, twirled and looped his way through the air. He flew so quickly that he just looked like a blur as he pushed aside the clouds just as quickly as he had claimed he would, and all that was left was clear blue sky.
Hermione gaped at him. Apparently he hadn't been exaggerating his flying skills.
Harry swooped down so he was hovering just a few feet above the floor. "You should see the look on your face!" he told the witch, chortling once more. "You're a laugh, Hermione Granger. I can't wait to hang out some more!"
With that, he zoomed off in the direction of the Quidditch Pitch, presumably for more practice.
Dobby looked at his mistress. "Dobby told Miss Hermione, Harry Potter is a great wizard!" he cried.
"Well," Hermione allowed, looking down at the elf, "his flying is superb, I'll give you that. Come on."
She could tell that the house elf liked Harry Potter a lot, so she didn't say what she was thinking: Hang out some more? She was pretty sure if she 'hung out' with that wizard any more, she'd end up in Azkaban. If he laughed at her misfortune- that he'd caused!- much more, she didn't think she could restrain herself.
Even if he was the best hope of the Wizarding World.
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<p>Hermione Granger is Dumbledore's private student, and she much prefers books to friends. But when she discovers an ancient prophecy predicting that Lord Voldemort will rise in two days, instead of taking action, Professor Dumbledore tells Hermione to supervise the preparations for the End of Term feast- and to make friends?</p>
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Harry Potter: Friendship is Magic
Part 1: The Flyer from Death
Author: Anisky
Concept by spikeslashrarity
Description: Hermione Granger is Dumbledore's private student, and she much prefers books to friends. But when she discovers an ancient prophecy predicting that Lord Voldemort will rise in two days, instead of taking action, Professor Dumbledore tells Hermione to supervise the preparations for the End of Term feast- and to make friends?
Disclaimer: I own nothing having to do with My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic or Harry Potter. I am not making money off this in any way and am just writing it for fun!
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Chapter 3
“Decorations,” Dobby proclaimed, as they entered the Great Hall. “Gorgeous!”
“Yes,” Hermione agreed approvingly, looking around the huge room. She was surprised to find that it actually looked good; she wouldn't have much to do at all. “The décor is coming along very nicely. We can just pop in quickly, and be on our way! I'll be at the library in no time. Gorgeous, indeed!”
“Not the décor,” Dobby said, in a strange, entranced voice. “Him!”
He pointed to the blonde wizard in Slytherin robes, who was flicking his wand expertly as the decorations flew this way and that.
Hermione gave Dobby a strange look as the elf smoothed out his clothes, pulling up his colorful mismatched socks and straightening his tea cozy.
Don't ask, she told herself. Any distractions mean more time until you get to the library.
So she ignored the house elf as she strode up to the blonde student, who didn't even seem to notice her as he flicked ribbons and jewels into the air and into a pile, or the wall, depending on their suitability.
“Excuse me,” she said.
“Oh, just a moment, please,” he sang out, without turning from his task. “I'm particularly inspired just now, I don't want to disrupt the creative flow, you know!”
He floated a deep emerald green ribbon in front of him, and with some complicated wand movements, it folded itself into a bow and placed itself on the wall. Silver sparkles completed the piece.
“Perfect!” he exclaimed. “Oh, I don't want to toot my own horn, but I am a genius, am I not? You know, it's true what they say, Slytherin colors really are the classiest. Green and silver, understated and subtle, yet festive. Now,” he said, turning to face Hermione, “how can I help--- AHHH!”
The wizard screamed and jumped backwards when he saw his companion's appearance.
“Sweet Morgana's tresses!” he cried out, rushing forward to inspect her from all angles, each one seemingly more horrifying than the last. “Whatever happened to your coiffure?!”
“Oh,” Hermione said, touching her bushy mane. “It's a long story. Suffice it to say, Harry Potter is to blame.”
“Oh, Potter!” The wizard scoffed, looking like he smelled something unpleasant. Hermione understood the feeling completely.
“Anyway, I'm just here to check on the decorations for the End of Term Feast, and then I'll just get out of your hair.”
“My hair?” The wizard exclaimed. “What about your hair?!”
Too late she realized that might not be the best choice of words, though she doubted anything would have kept him off for long.
“Come, darling!” he exclaimed, grabbing her hand and pulling her along after him.
“What? Where are we going?” Hermione asked, as she saw her chances to finish up quickly dwindle and vanish.
“Really,” she said, trying to pull away, “I have a lot of work to do.”
“But you can't go about looking like that!” the wizard protested, grasping her hand tighter. “It's... it's unprofessional! It will only take a moment to clean you up, really! Now, what's your name? I'm Draco Malfoy, Slytherin extraordinaire.”
“Uh, Hermione Granger, nice to meet you,” she said.
“Granger? Of the Dagworth-Grangers, perhaps, the great potioneers?”
“Uh...” Hermione had heard stories about the Slytherins, so to be on the safe side, she decided not to share too much. “I don't think so. But maybe.”
They came to a door and the wizard opened it and pulled her inside. The room was large, and filled with dress robes and cosmetics and every sort of beauty potion or hair conditioner imaginable.
“Is this your room?” Hermione asked. “Why does Hogwarts have a professional-grade dressing room?”
“Why, have you never been in the Room of Requirement?!”
She shook her head.
“It's a room that becomes whatever you need it to be, darling! It's ever so useful!”
The young witch's eyes widened. That did sound awfully useful. “Might it stock books if you wanted them?” she asked.
“Of course, it will have anything you want it to have! Except for food, for some reason.”
Hermione opened her mouth to explain why food couldn't be conjured from nothing, but before she could speak Draco had whisked her over to one of the stations.
“Now just lean back, I'm going to wash and condition your hair.”
“That's really not necessary--”
“Oh, sweetie, no, it really is.”
Hermione blushed, and just let him lean her chair back so her head was resting in a basin. It actually might have felt kind of good, if she hadn't been so impatient to finish up with the preparations so she could learn more about the Horcruxes of Harmony so she could stop the evil Flyer from Death from returning.
Once Draco was done with her hair (which, she had to admit, looked better than she'd ever seen it), he insisted on finding dress robes for her to wear to the next night's festivities as well.
“First, of course, we need to put on the right underthings so you know if everything fits. One never knows how a dress robe will fit with a corset unless one tries!”
“Corset?” Hermione repeated. “I don't know.”
“Oh, don't be silly darling, they're all the rage. Now, change out of those drab old work robes, and put on these!” He shoved a pair of knickers at her.
“You want me to take off my clothes?” she asked incredulously. “No!”
Draco giggled. “Don't worry about me, my wand doesn't spark for witches, if you catch my meaning.”
Dobby, who had thus far been staring at Draco in silent adoration, sat up straight when he heard this. His eyes began to shine with hope as his face cracked into a huge smile.
“Um,” said Hermione.
“Oh, if it bothers you so much, you can go behind that curtain there.” Draco waved her towards the dressing area. “And take this corset with you as well, you can hold it up to your front while I lace up the back.”
Hermione looked over at the door and pondered if she'd be able to escape if she ran. Professor Dumbledore would probably be very unhappy if she actually fled from the other students when she was supposed to be making friends, though, so she just sighed and went behind the curtain as directed.
A few minutes later she was regretting it, as Draco laced the corset and pulled it tight.
“I—can't--breathe!” Hermione gasped.
“Don't worry, just a tad bit more,” he said, and pulled it so hard Hermione was surprised her ribs didn't crack.
While she had been changing, Draco had gone around the room collecting possible dress robes for her to wear, and now he flicked his wand and floated several of them into the air.
“Now, what House are you in, darling?” he queried, as he floated around the room choosing various dress robes and jewelry. “You don't have to wear your House colors, of course, what would someone do if their coloring just clashed completely with them? But one should try to have at least accents and accessories to show your allegiance, in my opinion. So what are you? You seem like a Ravenclaw.”
“Actually, I don't have a House,” Hermione told him. “I'm Professor Dumbledore's private pupil.”
Draco gasped, and the floating robes nearly fell to the floor before he rescued them and guided them to nearby hangers.
“Really?” he cried. “I've heard of him doing that, but it's so rare! He only takes the most talented students as private pupils. Oh, I'm so envious! The magical power you must have, and the prestige! You simply must tell me all about it! Oh, we are going to be the best of friends, you and I!”
Hermione winced. There was that dreaded word again! Well, at least she could tell Dumbledore that she'd made a friend and be kind of honest...ish...
“And of course, you can wear any kind of color you want! You should be in something dazzling, something completely unique. But what?!” He ran around the room, considering and discarding robe after robe. “Nothing here is fit for the private pupil of Dumbledore! I'll just have to design something!”
“Er,” said the witch. “Well. I really do have a lot more work to do.”
“Of course dear, I'll just take your measurements-- no, leave the corset on, I want your measurements with it, silly witch-- and you can come back before the Feast for a fitting!”
“Oh, uh, won't that be a lot of work? You really don't have to do all that for me...”
“Don't be ridiculous, it will be my pleasure!”
Hermione slumped; well, as much as she could slump in the horrible, restricting corset, anyway.
Draco pointed his wand at her and said some incantations. A measuring tape flew up and measured everything that could be measured, from her waist to the length of each of her toes and the distance between her nostrils.
“Oh, I'll get started on your robes right away. They'll be simply divine!” he cried, apparently rapturous. He skipped lightly over to a workstation and transfigured a mannequin, presumably to Hermione's measurements.
“Quick, Dobby, undo the corset, before he changes his mind and wants to put even more things on me!” Hermione exclaimed.
Dobby was still sighing over Draco, but he obediently unlaced her corset. Hermione pulled on her clothes and work robe as quickly as possible, and fled the Room of Requirement.
“Shouldn't we at least say goodbye?” asked Dobby.
“No,” she said firmly. “If he remembers I'm here he might make me try on more things.”
The house elf reluctantly followed her out the door and down the hallway.
“Wasn't he lovely?” Dobby sighed.
“Uh, sure,” said Hermione.
“Oh no!” the elf cried suddenly. “I just realized, Miss Hermione and Mister Draco never decided on a time for the fitting tomorrow. If we could just pop back there--”
“No,” said Hermione, grabbing Dobby and yanking him away from the room. “If it's that important to him, he'll find me.”
She really hoped that Draco forgot all about making her dress robes, or that he would be unable to find her tomorrow. Of course she couldn't say so to Dobby.
“So what's next?” she asked him, hoping to take his mind off his new found crush.
“Music. It's the last one. It says we should go outside, next to the lake.”
“Oh, good. Just this and then I can get to the library, then! What kind of music is it?”
“The instructions don't say,” Dobby told her.
As they left the castle, Hermione could hear faint music, and it got louder as they neared the lake. It was strange, though, it didn't sound like any kind of music she'd ever heard. They must be using some obscure kind of instrument, she decided.
The source of the music turned out to be a witch in bright yellow robes, using her wand as a conductor's baton as she led... a group of songbirds?
Hermione stared at the bizarre sight.
The witch didn't notice anyone was there, but as one of the birds lost the tempo, she stopped all of them and went over to the errant bird.
“Excuse me, sir,” she said to the bird, “but your rhythm is a little off. Follow my wand for the beat, okay?”
It looked almost like the bird nodded, but it must have just been Hermione's imagination.
“Now let's start again. One, two, a-one, two, three, four--”
“Excuse me,” Hermione said, before they could start singing again. The witch jumped in surprise, and the birds scattered. “You do know that the only sentient birds are owls and phoenixes, right? Only those birds can understand you when you speak to them.”
“That's a very common misconception,” the witch said brightly. “But in fact, most birds are extremely intelligent, they just don't like to show it to wizards because they don't want to be put to work like the owls are.”
“Er, no,” Hermione said, “that's not true at all. I'm Hermione, by the way, I'm just checking on the music for the End of Term Feast.”
“I'm Luna Lovegood,” said the other witch. “And yes, it is true. My father recently wrote an article about it in our newspaper, the Quibbler.”
Hermione looked Luna up and down. The first thing that caught your eye was her extremely bright yellow robes, that had little pink butterflies embroidered on just a small patch. Her long, dirty blonde hair would probably give Draco a conniption-- in fact, Hermione wondered if maybe she could bring along this girl to the fitting. The fashion-obsessed Slytherin would probably forget all about Hermione in his frenzy to give Luna a makeover.
“Okay then,” she said, giving up on the point about the birds. “Well, it's certainly an unusual choice for music, but it sounds beautiful.”
“Thank you,” said Luna. She looked thoughtful. “Did you say your name was Hermione Granger?”
“Yes...”
“Where have I heard-- oh! I remember who you are!” Luna exclaimed. “You're the witch that Dumbledore is grooming to take over the Ministry with him once you help Harry Potter defeat the Dark Lord once and for all!”
“What.”
“Oh, don't worry, my father and I support it! I mean, You-Know-Who needs to be defeated, of course, and we assume you and Dumbledore would be much better rulers of Wizarding Britain than Minister Fudge is... though really, I have to say, I really do think a democracy would be best. But when you attack the Ministry, we won't stand against you, or anything.”
Hermione's mouth opened and closed, like a fish. “What-- who--” she sputtered. She collected herself and tried again. “What on Earth makes you think Dumbledore wants to take over the Ministry? Or that he wants me to help him?! Haven't tons of wizards asked him to run for Minister, but he's always refused?”
“Of course, that's all part of his conspiracy,” Luna said, in confidential tones. “But you know that.”
“No,” Hermione said. “Neither Dumbledore nor I have any interest in ruling Wizarding Britain.”
“Of course not,” Luna said. “Your goal is to take over the entire Wizarding World.”
Hermione nearly choked on her own saliva.
“Why in the world would you think that?!” she cried.
“Oh, my father found all sorts of proof. But I don't need to tell you, I mean, obviously you know that it's true.”
“No, it most certainly is not!”
“Oh. Right,” Luna said, with a wink. “I get it. You still have to deny it. No, you're not trying to take over the Wizarding World.”
She gave another, very exaggerated wink.
“ARRGH!” Hermione growled, tearing at her hair in frustration. (Draco would be angry later that she'd messed up her hairdo.)
“Oh, Hermione, could I please have an interview with you? Everything we know about you so far is hearsay, my father and I would be so happy to actually get to ask you about yourself and your opinions, as future co-ruler of the world.”
“For the last time, I am not going to take over the world!” Hermione exclaimed. “I'm not going to take over Magical Britain! I'm not going to take over anywhere, and neither is Professor Dumbledore!
“Now,” she continued, “it looks like your birds are back, so I guess everything's in order. Keep up the good work, and good luck getting that one bird to stick to the beat. Bye now!”
Hermione beckoned to Dobby and they turned to go, but to her dismay, Luna followed after her with a quick trot.
“No, wait!” the strange witch said. “We can do the interview while you walk wherever you're going, so it won't waste any of your time!”
“Don't you need to keep practicing with your birds?” Hermione asked hopefully.
“No, they're mostly ready, and I can clean everything up tomorrow,” Luna answered brightly. “So! What made Dumbledore decide to make you his protege?”
Though she was uncomfortable answering questions for this 'interview,' she couldn't just ignore the witch beside her completely. So reluctantly, Hermione answered.
“When I was nine years old I accidentally performed a very advanced piece of magic,” she said .
“But if an underage witch or wizard does magic, the Ministry is notified, not the Headmaster. So how did he find out?”
“They had to Obliviate a whole lot of Muggles and... do some other things to clean up. They needed me to learn how to control my magic at least a bit, for everyone's safety. They contacted Hogwarts to get an appropriate teacher, so Dumbledore came.”
“So it was the Ministry who told Dumbledore about you? And they know that he's teaching you privately?”
“Of course they know,” Hermione said, annoyed. “It's not exactly a secret, is it?”
“Hermione,” Luna said, looking very serious and troubled, “Have you considered that the Ministry has probably put a bounty on your head?”
Hermione looked down at Dobby and raised her eyebrows. He just shrugged at her.
The conversation went a lot like that for most of the walk back to Hermione's room. By the time she finally arrived, she was just about on her last nerve.
“Well, this was really interesting,” she said, “but I have a whole lot of studying to do.”
“What are you studying?” Luna asked. “Why don't you use the Hogwarts library?”
She sighed as she took out her wand and unlocked the door. “I do use the Hogwarts library, but I keep a lot of books it doesn't have in my own collection. Good luck with the music.”
But Luna rushed in through the door before Hermione could stop her. “No, I want to see where you live, see what books are off-limits to Hogwarts students!”
“They're not off-limits,” she said, as she entered the dark room and flicked her wand towards the lamps. “They just--”
“SURPRISE!”
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<p>Human turned into pony and sent to Equestria in a time about two generations after the current Mane six and must deal with it and his terrible luck. Also, Celestia effectively hates this human.<br/>And he wants revenge.<br/>And is a misanthrope.<br/>And obsessed with silverware.<br/>He can't understand any of these crazy ponies either.<br/>(It seems the Genre of the story keeps on shifting, must note this.)</p>
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I awoke to the smell of happiness. I had no clue it had a scent, but it did.
I slowly got up into a sitting position, and found I was in a field of flowers, grass, and butterflies. It went on as far as the eye could see.
I looked down, and saw…
Hooves?
I had four of them.
I stood up and walked about, getting my bearings.
I appeared to be a horse, or as would be more appropriate, a pony.
I tried to remember what happened earlier, but I couldn't come close.
I decided to look more at my body so I could get better acquainted with it.
I had a light blond coat, my mane and tail hairs were a darker brown.
I was very straight haired, thin brown coat. My main was long, going down almost to the ground, with the occasional line of blue. It was a wonder I didn't see it before. It hung from the left side of my head, blocking my peripheral vision from there.
Near my tail, on my flank, happened to be a sort of tattoo of a fork and two kitchen knives, the fork sticking up and with the two knives in an X across it, which was oddly coincidental, given my odd obsession with silver ware.
I walked in a straight line until I came to the top of a hill. I looked off the top of it, and saw what looked like a settlement. I could see small dots down there moving, not too many, and not too few.
"Fork."
"What was that?"
"I said for…"
"What?"
The voice was soft, quiet, and female.
I turned and looked at a yellow pony with a soft, long, curving, pink mane and tail. Her eyes were green and on her flank was a cute little bunny. I noticed something about her sides. On them were small wings of the same color as her coat.
"I said fork…"
"Why would you say that?"
"Because I'm lost."
"But it still doesn't make sense."
"Not a lot has to make sense when you wake up somewhere you know you weren't before and discover you are in a body that you didn't used to have yet know happens to belong to you."
There was a long silence after that as she tried to process what I had just said.
"Well, you still alive? Your brain didn't explode?"
"No…"
"Well, no clue how to continue what's your name?"
"Klutzershy…"
Given how this was another world apparently, I had to make myself a new name. She seemed shy, and given how she was struggling for balance, her name was probably given to her based upon how she behaved.
Fork… knife… spoon…
Knifer? That would work.
"Knifer."
She looked confused for a few moments, but then seemed to understand a little too much.
"Not from here?"
"No."
I took a few more looks around the place and saw my silverware set, in it's container.
It was out of reach, up in a tree.
"If I hit the tree, it would fall, but break. If I somehow flew up there to get it, then it would be safe. Now then, I just a moment ago met you, and you have wings. Typically that would allow you to fly, but some creatures with wings can't fly because the wings are too weak…"
"Fine…"
I looked at her in confusion as she slowly flapped her wings; already they were stretched out, probably done while I was looking up the tree.
She slowly flew up to the tree, and she grabbed the box's cords in her mouth, its weight causing her to quickly descend.
She put it on the ground before she crashed.
I looked over the box. It was still the same, black with a sliver "WARE" written on it, with black cords that go from front to back on both sides, to allow for it to be "worn" like a backpack, and latches to keep it closed, but still allow for opening.
"Thanks. Now then, need to remember, never look a gift horse in the mouth."
She frowned at me, not angry or upset, but mostly irritated at that comment.
I smiled as I slowly figured out how to get it onto my back, and wobbled, not used to this sort of weight on this sort of stance.
I looked up at 'Shy' and she wasn't there. She had left to go help some nearby bunnies get into a bush, because the sun was setting.
"She is quite the animal person. I too have some skill with small animals… but then again, it might be different with this new body…"
I looked about again, and saw a small cobble path that curved and lead to the town.
I looked back and saw "Shy" flying away, back towards the town, slowly.
I then walked over to the path, turned and faced the town, then walked forwards.
I wasn't going to stop until I got there.
The sun had set and the moon was somewhat high in the sky by the time I got there.
Very few ponies were in the streets, but those that were happened to be heading home for the night.
I decided to wait outside for the night, to be cautious really.
So I backed up, turned around, and went under a fallen tree, and into its leaves.
I stretched out, rolled onto my side, let my mane cover my face, and fell asleep.
I awoke to very faint chatter coming from the town, and myself draped across the branches.
I rolled out of them, and they bent, letting me on the ground gently.
I slowly sat up, and blasted my breath at my main, sending it back in place.
I remained sitting, thinking about nothing, hardly moving, hardly breathing.
I let a butterfly land on me and stay there for at least ten or so minutes.
It flew off and I stood up, then looked about again.
Not a single pony was in sight.
I took advantage of that and walked into the town, taking note of a sign that read "Ponyville"
I looked up into the sky, and saw a few Pegasi flying in a V formation.
"HI!"
Another female voice, very hyper and high pitched.
I whipped around and looked at who was there.
Another pony, this one was pink, with a large, puffy, pink mane and tail, and a cupcake on her flank. Her eyes had large pupils and also pink.
"Hi…"
"You must be new here, because if you weren't I would know you!"
"…"
"Well?"
She took a step forwards.
I took one backwards.
"What?"
"Minimum safe distance."
She looked at me confused.
"Exactly what it says on the tin."
"What tin."
"Ignorance is bliss I see… What I said. Take it literally."
"No need to be all grumpy."
"That's two down. Several dozen left to go."
"…"
I smiled at her.
She smiled back.
"Scratch that, back to one."
She smiled like the Cheshire Cat.
This was somewhat creepy, so I backed up more.
She followed.
I turned, ran, and smashed into the side of a house.
"Watch where you're going, silly!"
I stumbled a bit, and checked to make sure my silverware was still there.
It was.
I looked back at this pink pony.
"Sekapu."
"Huh?"
"That's my name, silly! Though most just call me Seka."
"Sounds somewhat like cupcakes backwards…"
"Now that I think about it, you're right!"
"…and why so hyper?"
"I eat a lot of sugar."
"…"
"What?"
"That would not only make you hyper, but also do horrible things to your body."
"Not mine! I bounce about all day long!"
As she said that she began to bounce about, and I could tell it would keep going.
All.
Day.
Long.
"…"
She continued to bounce, her eyes closed.
I slipped away.
"Now I know two: Klutzershy and Seka."
I passed by a small group of colts, who were clearly farmers.
"I hope for hell I don't get forced to meet too many more…"
"Why would you hope for something like that?"
Another female voice.
It was getting tiring.
At least it wasn't soft, or annoying.
It was more mature, similar to that of a fancy person, who didn't force themselves upon others.
"GAGH."
She stepped into my field of vision and looked me over.
I did the same.
White, with a soft, flowing, purple main, similar to that of my own, her tail also long, longer than my own, and her tattoo or whatever showed a modeling stand for ponies and silk. Her eyes were an icy blue.
I noticed at the top of her head a short horn that matched her coat color.
"You are positively filthy! I cannot allow you to walk around like THAT."
"…"
I looked at myself in a nearby puddle.
I had tiny sticks and leaves in my mane, hard to see, but they were there.
"I can't believe you would let that happen! What did you do? Sleep in a tree?"
"Would you believe me if I said yes?"
"…"
"…"
"…"
"Silence is exquisite."
"I agree."
"Yet there is some peace to be found in idle chatter just for the sake of sound."
"Agreed. You need a makeover, or a BATH at the minimum."
"Agreed."
"Then come."
I followed reluctantly.
"I'm Cerridwen, you are?"
"Knifer."
She turned her head and smiled at me, then looked forwards again.
I continued to follow, then slowly became lost in thought.
I was snapped out of it by the sound of a door clicking open, and I looked at the large building in front of me.
"The Carousel Boutique."
I looked at 'Dwen' as she stepped inside.
I checked to make sure my feet, or hooves, as they were now, happened to be clean.
They were, so I stepped inside.
The place was a dressing/clothes making building, with multiple tools, and many kinds of fabrics.
I heard the door close behind me.
At the same time, I felt my mane being lifted, parted, and rooted through for all the foreign objects.
"The length of your mane does you no good! It nearly reaches the ground."
"And?"
"Every time you sit down it gets dirty!"
"It's not like it can't be cleaned."
"I'M having a hard time with this."
I could tell she was annoyed.
"Check two, dozens left."
"Check two what?"
"Ponies I made annoyed with me."
"You're actually keeping track of that?"
"Yes. I make it a goal to annoy every living being I meet at least once."
"…"
"What?"
"I'm tying your mane up against your body so it won't need to go through this all the time."
"…"
I felt her putting gel in my mane to make it attach to itself, then moving it up against my body.
At the same time my silverware case was removed.
It got stuck there, and she looked pleased.
I just stood there for a while, until I was sure she was done, and she was.
My mane was truly stuck to my body.
She re-attached my silverware casing.
"Now, normally I'd charge you, but considering how I was the one to make you come here, it's free."
"... not that I would have been able to pay you anyways…"
"Which brings me to something else I need."
"Let me guess, a stereotypical delivery quest involving taking a dress to a client who lives very close to here but you are too busy to do it yourself, and in exchange I will receive some form of near meaningless currency that is only used to limit how much each citizen receives, and a stable economy could in fact exist without it if you used the more complex barter system, thus allowing you to use the materials from said currency to make other, more vital objects that would increase economy even further. Also, said dress probably belongs to a friend of yours who lives in some random tree somewhere in the town of Ponyville, and I will take a wild guess and say that the tree is a library and your friend happens to really have little interest in fashion, yet still needs the dress for an upcoming event in the capitol of this country to which you and five of your friends are invited."
"…"
"How close was I?"
Her facial expression slowly changed to one of confusion.
"Frighteningly so."
I could only help but smile. My famous ability to "read the minds" of those who had their guard down had just startled someone.
Again.
"I'm really just taking a wild guess and going along with subtle cues in your body language, yet most can't understand that and thus label me as a mind reader. It only works when your guard is down, which was the point of the rant about currency."
"…"
"…"
"…
"Silence is exquisite."
"We've been over that."
"Just trying to snap us out of the silence."
"…"
She was trying to find words, but she couldn't.
Instead, a box slid in front of me.
It was wrapped in what appeared to be a highly stylized and custom, probably expensive, paper of sorts.
Out of either side there were ropes, both spliced together to allow me to pick it up.
"Okay... so, how do I know it's her?"
"She's also a unicorn, and she's purple."
"Descriptive…"
I bent down and grabbed the box's rope, then walked out the now open door.
Now to find a map…
Or a tree sticking out of the ground…
"HI I THOUGHT I LOST YOU!"
Or Seka…
"You taking something for Cerridwen to someone?"
I set the box down on my hooves, so it wouldn't touch the ground.
"Yes."
"Who?"
"She didn't say other than a purple unicorn who lives in a tree."
"OH! You mean Fable? That's what everyone calls her."
"…"
She bounced into my field of vision as I picked the box up again.
"Follow me!"
I turned and followed Seka.
After maybe a half an hour, I saw a tree.
It had windows, a door, a balcony, and a few lights were light inside.
Seka was already at the door, and it looked like she was ready to bash it in with her own forehead.
"Wait; did Cerridwen give you a makeover?"
"A small one, against my will really, it was just my mane that she changed, putting it against my body so it won't get dirty every time I sit."
Seka smiled, then began to knock on the door.
Using her face.
And she didn't even flinch.
This kept up for at least a minute when she stopped and bounced off, clearly regretting what she did, or at least for how long she did it.
I didn't even turn my head to watch.
The door opened and a cute little dragon baby popped out and looked at me, then ducked back inside.
I waited.
I heard some conversing in there, too faint to understand.
Then the head of a purple unicorn pony slowly came from the side of the door frame, and looked about, probably for Seka.
She was, as I said, purple. Her mane was currently behead style, probably having woken up recently, and not yet cleaned up. It was also purple, yet a darker shade of it. Her eyes had black irises.
Her attention fell on me.
"Who are you, and what's that there?"
I set down the box on my hooves.
"Knifer. Cerridwen sent me to give you a dress or something."
The box lifted up into the sky and into the tree.
"Thanks."
The door closed.
"…"
I forced myself into a smile, despite how painful it was to do so.
I turned around, brought my smile back into a poker face, and walked back to the Boutique.
As I walked, I saw a dove and a pigeon fly over me, then part, the dove to the east, and the pigeon went the way I was.
I sped up to a canter.
I got back to the Boutique in about a half an hour, and the door opened.
I stepped inside and was instantly set upon by a wild dress.
"Oh no. Help me. The dress will eat me."
Cerridwen stepped down the stairs and looked at me, then began to laugh.
"I knew I should have made sure that wouldn't fall."
The dress floated up off me, and folded itself, then went up out of sight.
"…"
The pigeon I saw earlier flew past me and out the door.
At the same time, a small bag of coins was hung around my neck.
"…"
"They're called bits."
"So you figured I'm foreign, or knew from the start?"
"Former."
I felt myself being slowly pushed out the door buy the force of nothing.
"Then I'm off."
I pushed off with my front legs, turned around, and walked out of the store, and continued to go straight ahead.
"HI!"
"Oh god no…"
"What's wrong?"
"Absolutely nothing, Seka."
"I was going to ask you your name but I didn't get a chance until now, but I over heard when you gave Fable that box!"
"And this just in: Seka finally got some ears and tried them out. Much to her dismay, they did little to help."
Now she was looking annoyed.
"Three down."
"Some day something bad might happen to you, such as waking up to find yourself turned into a sugary sweet."
"I'm too water based for that to be able to occur correctly."
"It can happen…"
"…"
"I'm just kidding, no need to be so serious."
"…"
"Are you even there?"
"I got lost in thought."
"That happens to me too sometimes."
She finally decided to bounce into my sight.
"…"
She bounced behind me, then grabbed my tail in her mouth and pulled me.
I didn't bother resisting.
I was pulled into some building, and for the brief time I could read the sign it said "Sugarcube Corner"
Seka finally let go of my tail and stopped moving.
I could tell she was lost in thought.
"…"
"…"
"So…"
She got a Cheshire Cat grin again.
"Erm…"
She walked up the stairs, and motioned for me to follow.
I did so hesitantly.
The upper floors were an apartment, and were logically Seka's. She looked at my face and knew I knew.
"Don't you need a place to stay?"
"I could just use that tree out there…"
"Then Cerridwen would get upset at you!"
"Fine. Where?"
"Here!"
She immediately started bouncing about, and I just gazed on forwards so I wouldn't get dizzy.
"Fine."
I walked out onto the balcony and looked up at the sun.
It was noon.
"I haven't eaten for a whole day…"
Next thing I knew I was being pulled over to the table, lifted up, and sat down in a chair.
"…"
Then a large amount of candies, muffins, and cakes went across the table, some dangerously close to falling off.
Seka bounced over next to me onto a pink chair, and smashed her head into a large cake.
She proceeded to consume its insides.
I looked at what there was.
Sugary sweets.
"How can you survive off this?"
She pulled her head out and looked at me.
She was covered in a thick, dark red filling.
"I dunno!"
She went right back at the cake.
I carefully took off my silverware case and set it on the floor.
I opened it and pulled out a small, dull knife meant for cutting through stuff like this.
I carefully lifted a muffin, and set it down on a plate in front of me.
I cut open said muffin.
I cut it again, and again, into eights.
I placed the knife by my side.
I ate the muffin piece by piece.
Seka had finished the whole cake by the time I finished the muffin.
Chocolate, apparently.
I grabbed another one and did the same to it.
This one was sugary.
I closed my silverware case, flipped it over, opened it's other side, and put the dirty knife in it.
"So… what's with the rest of this?"
"All this food? I dunno, I just cover the table every time."
"Isn't that a waste?"
"Somehow it's non-perishable."
"…"
She smiled like Cheshire again.
I remained a poker face.
I stood up.
"I'll clean it up."
"Okay then Seka…"
Then table sunk into the floor and rose back up, completely clean.
"…"
"Fable figured out how to do that."
"…"
"I don't know how."
"I've seen weirder happen."
"Like?"
"Turning into a pony."
"…"
"…"
"You're silly."
I attempted the Cheshire grin, and failed miserably, actually hurting my cheeks in the process.
"Ow."
I returned to my poker face.
She did another Cheshire.
"It's still only one in the afternoon!"
"Yay… more torment…"
Seka brought her head next to mine, which scared me slightly, given how she was still Cheshiring.
I leaned backwards, and she stepped back a bit.
"So much Cheshire in just one small being."
She giggled.
I began to walk around the room, trying to think.
"Well, at least you don't make clothing out of the flesh of once living beings."
"…"
Her silence scared me.
A lot.
"So… you do?"
"No…"
She sounded resistant to tell.
I wasn't going to push her.
I looked back at her, and her grin was gone.
"…"
Except for a small section on the right side of her mouth.
"…"
"…"
"…"
"…"
"SEKAPU! We're back!"
"Parents?"
"Employers!"
She started smiling again and bounced down the stairs.
I sat down in the middle of the room.
I had to think.
In my old life I was really just a wanderer, never fitting into society.
I found an old ivory spoon during a brief period of insanity that I named Bert.
I still had him with me.
That started my obsession with silverware of all kinds, they were light, portable, and numerous.
They were my only friends.
I eventually managed to settle down in Detroit and work as a maker of fine and complex silverware.
I managed to get an education and go to college, learning a large amount of physics and other sciences.
One night I went to sleep, and I awoke in this place.
Due to the improbability of a wormhole opening up right where I was and dumping me safely in that exact spot, AND making me a pony, I doubt that was what happened.
Instead, a more logical explanation would be this magic that exists.
The unicorns.
But each one seems to have limited power.
Therefore, there must be a more powerful figure.
And as there needs to be a leader or more for a country to work, and since these people seem to not possess large amounts of mechanical equipment, the leader would be more powerful than they are.
Magic is inherently powerful, and capable of many feats. It seems to be the most powerful force they have available.
Therefore, the leader would need to be very magically powerful, and one of, if not the, best at it.
Given how there seems to be a female dominant society here, the leader would be matriarchal.
The leader or leaders could have done this to me, but I don't see any reason as to why; or how.
It also seems that only unicorns can use magic. That only pegsi can fly. That only normal ponies have something the others don't have.
But that would cause a blatant rift in the social structure, therefore the unicorn's lack of power is explained. The pegasi can be explained by having a home in the sky or at the top of mountains, where others cannot reach.
But then what would a normal pony be better at? Perhaps they are more physically powered. That would make sense, a large worker force that is kept at the same point in the social structure as the others, although barely.
Onto these tattoos.
It appears to symbolize what one is good at, possibly given after you have decided what you want to do.
Mine would still make sense then, given how I made fine silverware. But with hooves, that skill is gone.
Seka's makes sense, given her skill with making baked goods.
Cerridwen's also makes sense, because she makes clothing and such.
I went back out onto the balcony and looked down at the ponies there.
Many of them were doing work, and their tattoos matched what they were doing.
I went back in and laid down by the wall.
This was all too much in all too short of a time.
I rolled onto my back and tucked my legs in.
I waited.
Hours passed, and I heard a bouncing coming up the stairs.
"How long have you been like that?"
"Hours."
I thought about what Seka told me.
Employers.
That meant that they owned the shop and the apartment.
Which means part of her pay were said rooms.
She bounced up in front of me, making me look at her upside down.
I was feeling like I was tripping on some drug.
Being upside down has that affect on me.
We silently looked at each other for a few minutes.
She stuck out her tongue and started to bounce around me.
I just stared out the balcony.
I saw what looked like a flying carriage being led by pegasi, with a very large Unicorn/Pegasus riding it.
"Out the balcony."
Seka looked out and gasped.
"I FORGOT!"
She kicked me upright, and I quickly got onto my feet to balance myself.
She then ran over to my silverware case and ran back to me, then placed it on my back.
I popped the straps together and watched her run down the stairs.
I followed, because there are few times when one reacts like that.
I left the confectionary and followed her to what looked like the town square.
The carriage landed, and I looked over all those near it.
The ones pulling it were identical. White coat, male, blue-green eyes, blue mane and tail, pegasi, they wore golden armor that reminded me of the Romans, or the Greek.
The one on the carriage was a very tall, white equine of some sort, with a long unicorn horn and large Pegasus wings. Her mane and tail were very, very long, and looked somewhat like a rainbow, but with four different colors: cyan, turquoise, azure, and purple. They both flowed freely with the wind. Her eyes were magenta and she wore a sort of golden crown with a magenta gemstone set in it, a golden necklace like object around her neck with another magenta gemstone set in it, and four light gold shoes of some sort. Her tattoo was of the sun.
A blank, unknowing expression set into my face, and the world blurred as I lost focus on it.
The leader, maybe?
I turned somewhat, to not seem like I'm staring.
The blur that was said equine moved off the carriage and walked through the crowd that I had somehow missed.
She stopped next to Fable and spoke to her for a few minutes.
I slowly focused again on a stage.
The tall equine walked over to the stage and stood on it.
I decided to silently slip away, and did so.
I went in an alley and sat down behind a small part of a house that jutted out.
I went back into meaningless thought.
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Nightmare Moon,Original Character,Princess Celestia,Princess Luna,Trixie,Human,Dark,Random,Romance,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Gore
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Currently Unnamed Journal
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"Human turned into pony and sent to Equestria" Clique done in a more line by line style.
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<p>Human turned into pony and sent to Equestria in a time about two generations after the current Mane six and must deal with it and his terrible luck. Also, Celestia effectively hates this human.<br/>And he wants revenge.<br/>And is a misanthrope.<br/>And obsessed with silverware.<br/>He can't understand any of these crazy ponies either.<br/>(It seems the Genre of the story keeps on shifting, must note this.)</p>
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2011-10-14T00:10:55+00:00
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2011-10-14T00:10:55+00:00
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I snapped out of it about an hour later, and looked up to see the white equine from earlier looking down at me.
"…"
She started smiling.
"Fable mentioned you."
"…"
It was a regal, sophisticate voice.
"…"
"Why am I here?"
"You chose to be."
"No. I'm not from here, not this body or this place."
"Well, this is your home now."
"Not very knife of you to rip me from my old life and glue me into a new body, especially without teaching me anything about this place, its culture, its people."
"Knife?"
"Nice, knife, whatever."
"Make some friends, be happy."
"For the first time in my life, that is the LEAST of my objectives on my to-do list."
"Then what is your first?"
"Survive and not go insane while doing it."
"…"
"I gotta add a bit of humor."
"…"
I smiled.
She was still smiling.
I now noticed her coat was very, very light pink, hard to tell when not up close.
"So, Knifer…"
"Let me guess, leader of all these ponies, mentor or guide to Fable, and you are not the typical kind of leader, for you are in fact a princess, not a queen."
"…"
"Accurate?"
"Yes..."
"Scary, aren't I?"
"…"
I stood up on two legs, turned, and began to walk out of the alley.
My way was blocked by a large block of wood.
"Not fair."
"Not everything in life is fair."
"This is not my life."
"It is now."
"Not by my choice."
"But by mine it is."
"And I am neither you nor one of your subjects, and I certainly was not under your influence while out of your domain."
"But you are now."
"I fail to see why you want me, a silverware maker, to be in a body that prevents that."
"Because you won't be noticed as missing any more than usual."
"But why ME? Why not some other person with actual SKILLS?"
"You were the only one I could find that could go missing who had your skill sets."
"Fork you."
The smile faded from her face.
"…"
"Something tells me you are thinking 'TO THE MOON!'"
"Yes."
"You do realize there is no air on the moon, right?"
"My sister controls the moon, so of course I know."
"Good for you. Now would you kindly let me go?"
"No."
"Then I'll just sit here."
I promptly sat down.
"You really shouldn't make me mad."
"I'm only making you mad because I can't leave here."
The block of wood was lifted into the air by magic, and I walked out without a word.
I left the Princess there, just watching.
And I blacked out.
I awoke on a giant leaf.
On a giant branch.
On a giant table.
Next to a giant box of silverware.
In a giant room.
And my mane was loose and natural again.
I stood up and looked about.
Either the world grew, I was in a giant's house, or I shrunk.
Something told me it was the latter…
And it looked like the inside of Seka's apartment.
"Maybe I shouldn't have tried to piss her of…"
A familiar pony slowly came up the stairs.
"Seka?"
Her mane and tail weren't all curly and poofy, they were flattened out and fell down.
She quickly bounced over to me and leaned closely.
I backed up a bit so as to not get knocked over.
"Why are you so tiny anyways?"
"I made the Princess mad?"
She frowned, and I might have heard a growl.
"Bad boy, BAD!"
I flinched back out of fear, but she just kept glaring at me.
"Don't hurt me?"
"Maybe I will…"
I started twitching.
I was snapping under the pressure.
I closed my eyes and went limp.
A warm tongue went over me.
"Bleh…"
I stayed limp.
"What's wrong little guy?"
If only I could have spoken.
"D'aww… little sleepy head."
She picked me up with her mouth and carried me over to a bed, then placed me down on it.
I felt the bed shake as she jumped onto it.
Her hoof landed dangerously close to me, and it was then that I regained control over my body.
I quickly got up, pushed myself back a few inches, and wanted to scream.
I looked at Seka smiling at me.
I could only do one thing.
Silently walk over to her and rub my head against her, then fall asleep.
I woke up to find Seka clutching me in her arms, both of us facing the same way.
I stayed still for a while, but I began to squirm after a few minutes.
Being the size of an eyeball isn't exactly calming.
Seka yawned as she woke up.
Her tongue darted out and licked the back of my head.
"Erm…"
"Bleh… you need a bath."
"In blood.'
"Don't be silly… or gross."
I smiled somewhat malevolently, trying to distract myself from reality.
Seka bit down on my mane and tossed me up into her own, then climbed out of the bed.
"I can't wait until the Princess decides to make me normal."
"Expect a day or two like this."
She walked up a flight of stairs and came to a stop in a bathroom.
She walked over to a sink and tilted her head until I slid down and into it.
"Oh great…"
She turned on the water, and grabbed me between her hooves.
She moved me under the faucet and soaked me, then rubbed me against a bar of soap.
I spat a few times, then got drenched again, and turned about as she scrubbed me.
This continued for a minute.
She took me out of the sink and wrapped me in a towel, then got to bathing herself in the tub.
I went deep into the towel, to hide from the outside.
I rolled over until I was upside down again.
I started to think about whether or not I would ever get back home.
I doubted it, but anything could happen.
I made a mental note to self: don't make the princess mad, ever again.
Time passed as I thought about miscellaneous, random things.
The towel was pulled out from underneath me, and Seka grabbed me in her mouth again.
"Warn me next time."
She tossed me onto her head.
"Nah."
I fell into her now poofy hair.
"How do you keep it like this, shampoo?"
"No, it just does that most of the time."
"…"
She bounced out of the bathroom and down the stairs, making me need to hug her hair to not fall off and hit the ground hard.
She continued further down, then went into a back room of the shop floor.
She came to a stop in front of a counter and tossed me off her head, and into a small cup.
I sat up and shook my head.
"Please don't do that…"
I smacked the side of the cup and knocked it over, then walked out of it.
"D'aww…"
"Please don't treat me like I'm a baby."
"You kinda are now that you're tiny."
"…"
She opened a drawer and pulled out a book.
Sha placed it down next to me and opened it, and I went over and looked at it.
A cake recipe.
I looked up at Seka again, and she rushed over to the cabinets and got a bunch of marshmallows, strawberries, gelatin, cake mix, and eggs.
I stopped paying attention at this point and just crawled underneath the tiny gap where the book didn't touch the counter.
"You don't need to hide."
"I'm hiding because it's the logical thing to do."
"You don't need to hide from me!"
"Yes I do."
"Why should you?"
"Survival purposes."
"And?"
"You might take advantage of my tininess and use me as an ingredient."
"Why would I support cannibalism?"
"I dunno."
"Come out of there, silly."
"No."
"Then I'll move the book."
"No."
She pushed the book and exposed me.
"Hah."
Before I could run she grabbed me in her mouth and dropped me into a big bowl, then got to baking.
"Bleh…"
I tried to get out, but the bowl was too steep.
"Don't bake me."
"Why would I do that?"
"I'm tiny."
"Would you get over that?"
"No."
"Maybe I will bake you."
"I'll be quiet now."
"Good."
I sat down and blasted my mane out of my eyes.
I heard Seka baking, but I slowly lost attention again.
I started thinking about the possibility of the Princess still being in town.
It was unlikely, but possible.
If she still was, I could get away from Seka some how and hunt her down, but that would be dangerous and difficult.
But it might end this sooner…
Or end me sooner…
I decided to take that risk.
I waited for a few more minutes, and Seka grabbed me in her mouth, then tossed me onto her head.
I saw that she had everything ready for a cake to be made; the oven just had to be turned on.
"Morning job for today, done."
Seka walked out of the building, then began to bounce away.
I took advantage of this and let myself bounce off.
I landed in a puddle, and quickly ran in a random direction.
Seka didn't notice.
I came to a stop in some alley for a quick rest.
I now had an entire town to search.
I spent a few minutes there to plan my route.
I ran to the town center and looked about.
Not a single being.
I looked up.
Nothing.
I did the same thing at the Boutique, and the library.
I went into another alley, scared out of my wits.
I noticed I had spent hours out here.
I was terrified.
What would Seka do to me?
What if I got found by some wild animal?
I shook my head to remove those bad thoughts, then looked out the alley.
There was the Princess.
Talking to Fable.
Now that I could see Fable clearly, I saw her mane was cleaner and neater, going gently down her neck, and her dark purple tail went almost straight down as well. Her tattoo showed a small fire.
I snarled, for she had to show up after I was about to give up.
I looked about, and they were the only two there.
I carefully walked out of the alley, and looked about again.
Nothing but them.
I quickly ran over to Fable, and hid in her shadow.
Neither noticed.
I didn't pay attention to what they were talking about, given how it involved magic and what she learned.
Without warning Fable teleported away in a flash of light.
They must have finished conversing.
The Princess walked right over me, not noticing, or maybe not caring.
I stayed in her shadow and followed her.
This happened for a few minutes.
The Princess stopped, and I stopped too.
She moved one of her legs over me, and I rolled out of the way before it came crashing down.
She went back to walking, and I continued to follow in her shadow.
She eventually came to a stop next to a dark forest of some sort.
"Come out from under me."
I did as she asked.
The Princess laid down and looked at me for a few moments.
"Why did you seek me out?"
"To apologize."
"…"
She telekinetically lifted me and put me in a small pouch.
I began to struggle to get out, as useless as it was.
I slowly had to just give up.
I curled up and closed my eyes, to let time pass.
I opened them, and the first thing I saw was everything being normal again.
I sighed happily, then looked around more.
I was back in Seka's apartment.
"It worked."
"Don't run away like that ever again."
I turned my head around and saw Seka glaring angrily at me.
"I'm normal now. You don't scare me anymore."
She snarled.
"Now, I am somewhat frightened."
She leaned closer to me, and I slowly stood up.
"I have a hacksaw."
"And I have silverware, big deal."
I forced myself into a smile.
"Okay…"
I turned to face her with my body as well, and backed up a bit too.
She followed.
"…"
She put a hoof out and pushed my mane away from my eyes.
I just stared at her.
"Well?"
"Well what?"
"Aren't you gonna run?"
"Why should I? There is no danger here."
"There is me."
"How dangerous could you be?"
She reached over to the wall with her mouth and opened a small container.
She then pulled a hacksaw out with her mouth and grinned at me.
I stepped back a good ways, and she followed every step of the way.
"Erm… Apparently you do have one… but how can you use it effectively?"
She forced me into backing up into a wall, then set the hacksaw aside.
"I just can."
She put her front two hooves against the wall, on either side of me.
"Erm…"
"Yes?"
"Erm…"
"…"
She smiled, then began to crack up laughing.
"I can't believe I actually managed to scare you!"
I frowned angrily.
She quickly went back to frowning.
"I'm still mad at you though."
"Thought so."
"So what now?"
"You not cutting my throat for blood and use it to paint your wall?"
"…"
I smiled.
She smiled back, grabbed the hacksaw, and bounced back to its case.
"Dangerous?"
She put it away and turned to look at me, then smiled very eerily.
"Nope!"
I walked forwards a little bit, keeping an eye on Seka.
She seemed a little nuts.
"…"
She bounced back over to me.
"Sugary sweets?"
"…"
"No?"
"Basically."
"Why not?"
"I can't survive on a diet of pure sugar."
"Aw…"
"I'm feeling like I want grasses, for some reason."
"You're a pony, that's why."
"Oh yeah…"
She smacked my head a few times.
"Silly pony."
"…"
"How could you forget?"
"Given how I'm on four legs instead of two, I don't know."
She tilted her head quizzically.
"If I were to say 'long story' I'd be lying, so I'll say this: You wouldn't be able to wrap your mind around it."
"…"
"Well, still not scared of you."
"Magnum."
"Which kind?"
"Forty-four."
"Scared."
"Thought so."
"Tired."
"You just slept."
"We went to speaking simply."
"AND?"
"Stop?"
"Sure."
I walked past her and over to my Silverware case, then spent the next minute putting it on.
I smelled the air.
"I smell happiness."
"That's what happens when you take drugs!"
"I've never taken drugs."
"Oh. Well… it is what happens."
"Heh."
I turned to Seka.
"That's why I don't make assumptions."
"Oh sure you don't Knify."
"Erm… I think I'll go for a walk…"
"Be back before dark!"
"Okay…"
I walked down and out, somewhat disturbed by what she called me.
She was beginning to treat me like a little kid, or a boyfriend.
I looked up at the sky.
I had an hour or two.
I decided to find out more about the culture of these ponies, after all, I could be wrong about the social order.
There were many pegasi flying over head, somehow managing to move rainclouds.
"So that's how weather is controlled, not by hot/cold air currents, but by other ponies. What next?"
I heard the flap of wings behind me.
"You might want to get inside soon, as soon as it's dark we're gonna make it a downpour."
It was hard to tell if this was a male voice or female.
"So that's what Seka meant."
"You know Seka?"
I turned to face the pegasus behind me.
She had a dark blue coat, with green irises. Her mane and tail looked like the rainbow, only the colors were inverted, not in order, but in their actual color. They were both messy and unkempt. Her tattoo was that of a beam of light.
It looked like she was standing in mid-air.
"Yeah, in fact, we now share the apartment, kind of against my will though."
"Cool, so, who are you?"
"Knifer."
"Unusual name."
"True. Say, Seka didn't mention you."
She became proud looking all of a sudden.
"I'm BLITZ, the fastest Pegasus ever since Rainbowdash!"
"Who?"
Her jaw dropped for a moment, then she put her left hoof on her face.
"We need to educate you tomorrow…"
"I was hoping to learn more about local culture and such."
"Go back to Seka and tomorrow I'll get you and take you to Fable's."
"Okay then."
She flew straight up, and I slowly walked back to Seka.
I got back in the apartment just as it began to rain, and was greeted by having a cupcake shoved in my mouth.
"MHPM."
Seka happily bounced into my field of vision, holding another cupcake in her mouth.
Her hair was straight again.
I wasn't in the mood for cupcakes, but I didn't want to make her sad.
So I walked over to the balcony, and looked at her.
She had bounced upstairs.
I quickly spat out as much of the cupcake as I could over the railing, knowing the rain would clean it up.
I walked back inside, only slightly rained upon, and sat down by the wall.
I had to take time to think again.
If there is a lack of natural weather, what would happen if all the pegasi somehow died?
The unicorns could take care of that, but then again, it seems magic is limited in power.
The normal ponies obviously could do nothing.
That would lead to a dead world very quickly.
No rain, no sun, just the day and night cycles that nothing could ever see.
The way this world works can only sustain itself in a controlled environment where there would be no fear of any of the four groups of ponies dying off.
But that's impossible; therefore, they are living on borrowed time.
I blasted my mane away from my eyes again.
This town seems to have aged a lot from it's time of creation, at least two or three generations.
If so, then the princess, given by the title, couldn't be older than twenty to thirty.
But she acts like she's known everything for ages, literally.
So if she is really centuries old, there may be no limit to the lifespan of the ponies.
But that would cause overpopulation.
Therefore, she maybe the only one to be like that.
But if she were like that, she must be very depressed and or lonely.
She didn't act like it, but she may just be hiding it.
If so, then that means my head hurts.
Too much thought that revolves around how a bunch of ponies somehow wielding magic and having wings and their delicate social structure is too much for most to handle.
"The more I think about this the less it makes sense…"
"PHYSICS?"
I jolted up and snapped out of m thoughts to be greeted by Seka standing right in front of me, inches away from my face, wearing a Cheshire grin again.
"No…"
Her grin faded somewhat.
"Then what?"
"HOW THIS WORLD EVEN MANAGES TO WORK CULTURALY AND SCIENTIFICALY!!!"
"…"
I sighed and slumped back down, closed my eyes, and ignored whatever babbling she made.
I opened them to the sound of morning birds.
"I must've fallen asleep…"
I looked outside and saw that the sun was just rising, and there was a certain Princess shaped silhouette in front of it as it did so.
"Dammit, she controls the sun, and she said her sister controls the moon. Therefore, if one dies, the world is so screwed. For once, I worry about these ponies."
I stood up and walked out onto the balcony, then looked about.
Most of the ponies were waking up, and I took attention to detail of one specific pony.
She was a bright grey/blue pegasus, short blond hair and tail, and she had a scribble tattoo, and the most defining feature, were her eyes.
The left eye wandered about, and she kept on rubbing the side of her head to make it go back to normal.
She was wearing a simple brown saddle with side bags full of letters, and she was walking about from house to house delivering them.
A mail pony.
Who had poor depth perception.
I flinched as she walked into a wall multiple times before sidestepping.
At least she was doing her job quickly and efficiently.
I looked about and saw that many ponies were staring at her.
I looked towards the sun, then leaned in closer and narrowed my eyes.
I realized that was a mistake too late, and toppled off the edge, my body impacting the ground at a bad angle.
A very bad angle.
The last thing I heard was a crowd murmuring of unintelligible gibberish.
I awoke spread across the ground, and felt small amounts of blood coming out of my mouth.
The sky was red.
It had white streaks going across it.
Ponies were trying to get aid.
I couldn't understand them; all I heard was TV static.
I stood up and squinted in pain, then started to limp forwards, blindly, all I could think was 'get out of town'
I felt a hoof placed on my shoulder, which I shrugged off and ignored.
My vision started to blur slowly, and a barely recognizable purple shape walked in front of me to stop me.
I tried sidestepping.
It didn't work.
I turned around and they quickly got in my way again.
I turned again and there they were.
I couldn't think.
They started to talk, but all I heard was static.
I whipped around and bucked them in the head, then the gut.
They fell over and cried static of pain.
I ran over and past them.
My vision was now terrible, and the world became a horrid red.
I slipped and rolled a few yards before stopping, my last willing thoughts for a long while were 'I'm insane' and 'I'm screwed'
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Zyggy
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1469
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Nightmare Moon,Original Character,Princess Celestia,Princess Luna,Trixie,Human,Dark,Random,Romance,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Gore
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Currently Unnamed Journal
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"Human turned into pony and sent to Equestria" Clique done in a more line by line style.
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hiatus
| 24 | 15 |
<p>Human turned into pony and sent to Equestria in a time about two generations after the current Mane six and must deal with it and his terrible luck. Also, Celestia effectively hates this human.<br/>And he wants revenge.<br/>And is a misanthrope.<br/>And obsessed with silverware.<br/>He can't understand any of these crazy ponies either.<br/>(It seems the Genre of the story keeps on shifting, must note this.)</p>
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2011-10-14T00:09:48+00:00
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At this point I had no awareness of what was going on or what I was doing, but I do have reports from others to fill the gap, and odd writings I made myself apparently, which I shall use as they occurred.
We have recently admitted one Knifer, a 24 year old stallion of unknown heritage, into our facilities here at the clinic. He is suffering from a severe head injury and what appears to be a case of insanity. He tears blood from time to time, so we are doing our best to keep him away from sad thoughts, or overly happy ones. He is being kept in a padded room due to his thrashings, and the door is kept locked at all times. We hope he will recover at least somewhat.
Nurse Redlock
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Theyre keeping me in a room for my own good its dark and soft and cool and red but they said its not they said its dark blue and I wanna see the sun again
(This was found somehow etched into the padding in his room and was barely readable; I shall contact Redlock soon to see if we can fix this.)
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Knifer has become rather violent, but there is little we can do to stop it. He barely sleeps, barely eats, barely drinks. Even when he does sleep, he seems to merely go into a trance, for when we open the door he immediately awakes and tries to slam into whoever opened it. We still have hope he can recover.
Nurse Redlock
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In a rare moment, Knifer is acting normal again. We are keeping an eye on him, as this was all of a sudden. Yesterday he somehow managed to get his leg cut with a knife that none of us brought in. On the bright side his eyes have fully recovered.
Doctor K.
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It's been a week and a half since Knifer was admitted, and he has physically been recovering, but mentally he is jumping the same gap over and over again.
Doctor K.
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He has been talking, but only saying one thing. "Upakes"
This is Cupcakes without the Cs, but as to why he would say this we have no idea.
Doctor K.
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They said that if I write in this book every day I get a muffin. They told me that they did so cautiously. Maybe if I write something good enough I'll get two muffins?
There once was a man from Peru
Who dreamed he was eating his shoe.
He awoke with a fight
In the middle of the night
To find that his dream had come true.
(Doctor's note: this is the first version of it. He may be recovering quickly, though I doubt it. He did however earn his muffin.)
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I got the muffin they promised!
Muffin
Niffum
Miffun
Funmif
Potatoe
(He clearly hasn't recovered, but for the first time he is breaking down words somewhat.)
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He stopped being aggressive, and has instead gone to a calm state.
A far too calm state.
He does respond to stimulus, but otherwise just stays still.
We should keep an eye on him for a while.
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I'm happy because I'm free in my mind.
I'm no longer in the labyrinth.
Freedom.
I see it.
So far away.
But I can taste it in the muffins.
I'm hiding this note inside the cushioned wall.
I'll be free cupcakes, I'll be free.
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We've decided Knifer is a bit more stable now, so we'll be giving him access to a fenced in area outside. Obviously he will be under constant surveillance; we can't have him running off into the Everfree Forest after all.
Nurse Redlock
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His first time outside was a bit much for him perhaps, he froze up and wouldn't move for a whole fifteen minutes.
He slowly started to walk about and look at all the plants in the fence.
If you ask me, just a few more days of treatment and he'll be able to go back to Ponyville and spend the rest of his recovery there.
Doctor K.
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Perhaps I spoke too soon.
Fable came in to see how he was doing, and the first thing he did when he saw her was go wide eyed and lock up like he did yesterday.
We should give him a week and a half perhaps…
Doctor K.
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Dear Diary
I went to see if Knifer was okay, and he panicked on the spot.
Seka has continued to be devastated for the past few weeks, claiming that it's her fault for what happened.
We've tried to calm her to no avail, and I can only guess that she'll be fine when Knifer is too…
Fable
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One happy muffin a day makes me a happy pony.
That's what I used to think.
Lately I haven't gotten my muffin.
THE MUFFIN IS A LIE.
LIES
HOPES
DREAM
FALSITIES
THEY DO NOT EXIST
THEY ARE OUT
GONE
FOREVER
I SHALL
MUFFIN MAN NOT COME
MUFFIN MAN NOT SICK
MUFFIN MAN NOT ILL
MUFFIN MAN WELL
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I read something Knifer thought he hid from us.
He didn't hide it too well though.
It turns out he thinks I am "The Muffin Man" because I always bring the muffins, and he doesn't seem to understand that we aren't supplying muffins for this week.
Doctor K.
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I need out so much I wanna see Seka.
It's okay cupcakes, I'm fine.
Huggles.
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We went to check on Knifer, and his door was open, a knife on the ground outside the lock.
He was not inside.
He was not anywhere in the clinic.
One of the windows was smashed.
This will not end well.
NurseRedlock
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I awoke somewhere along the side of a road, aware and in control.
I opened my mouth to test speaking, trying to say any word at all.
After a while of doing this I learned that my speaking vocabulary had shrunk into these words along with the ability to put an S on their end.
Bubble, Muffin, Cup, Cake, Fwa, Huggles, Derp, Kiss, Fire, Coral, Electromagnetism, Man, The, Fork, Spoon, Knife, Spork, Silver, Ware, Spell.
That would not be enough.
It was in a childish voice that sounded like a baby's, only barely like mine.
I was terrible with body language.
I sat up and looked about.
It was the middle of the night.
Not knowing how long I had been out or knowing what had happened since I blacked out the last time.
Not good.
"Fork."
I looked about more and saw a purple pony walking by.
Fable.
I knew it was Fable instead of some other purple pony because she was using a light creating spell.
I walked over to her slowly, ready to turn and run if needed.
When she noticed me she stopped moving, and turned off the spell.
Fortunatly, I had very, very good vision in the dark.
I continued to walk towards her, even as she tried to move away.
I couldn't say her name, so I merged two words together that I could say.
"Fwabble…"
Fwa and Bubble.
"Knifer?"
"Fwabble!"
"Um…"
"Spell?"
She cautiously casted the light spell again, and jumped when I was almost right next to her.
"But you're still supposed to be in the clinic!"
I gave her a quizzical glance.
"Did you fall off ANOTHER drop?"
I made my glance even more extreme.
"Just… I'm taking you back."
Out of instinct, with no personal say in the matter, I threw my front legs around her neck and cried.
"Fwabble…"
She could then tell that I had no clue about what was going on.
"Alright, fine. Come with me. We're going to the library."
My mood immediately perked up.
"FWABBLE!"
"Um…"
I continued to be happy.
"Could you please let go?"
I quickly let go and stepped back to give her space to move.
"Bubbles."
She looked at me, confused, for a few moments before making her expression normal and walking in the same direction she was before.
I followed closely.
The sun just barely began to rise as we finally made it into the library.
"Electromagnetism."
"What?"
I turned to her and calmly repeated myself.
"Electromagnetism."
"I'm not asking…"
I smiled again and trotted over to a mirror, getting the first good look at myself for a long time, and paying attention to my eyes.
They were a bright red coloration, and much to my dismay, one was slightly off alignment, the right one, it faced to the right too far.
My mane, coat, and tail were messes, rugged, filthy.
Fable walked up behind me.
"So… your speech seems to be limited right now… right?"
I nodded, not moving my gaze from the mirror.
She levitated a quill, a bottle of ink, and a small scroll over.
She dipped the quill into the ink.
"So, can you recite what you know you can say?"
I chough to clear my throat.
"Bubble, Muffin, Cup, Cake, Fwa, Huggles, Derp, Kiss, Fire, Coral, Electromagnetism, Man, The, Fork, Spoon, Knife, Spork, Silver, Ware, Spell."
She wrote each word as I said them.
"So… you can link those words together as well? Which lead to you saying my name?"
I nodded.
"Fwa. Bubble. Fwabble."
"…"
I decided to interrupt her train of though by pouncing her.
"HUGGLES!"
I ended up pinning her to the ground, and realized I was acting childish.
I hadn't recovered fully.
I stopped caring.
I wrapped my arms around her neck.
She didn't react, she was still in thought.
Her horn glowed.
"Spell?"
My mane burst into flames.
"FIRE!!!!!"
I jumped off and rolled along the floor in an attempt the get the fire to go out.
It didn't work.
Fable slowly got up and looked at me, then laughed.
"It's a magical fire, it can't hurt you."
I stopped rolling and got to my feet.
"Fwabble!"
The fire slowly went out, and I gave her my best 'I am not amused' look.
She slowly stopped laughing.
"I was thinking about Seka. She's been depressed ever since your accident…"
I made a move for the door.
"…but we can't let her see you like this. I can fix the eye, but your mind and voice will take longer to recover, even with magical aid."
I stopped and plopped down on the ground, then curled up.
"Bubbles."
"Would you please get up?"
She nudged me with her nose.
I refused to move.
Her horn glowed.
I refused to move.
I burst into flames.
I refused to move.
She picked me up with magic.
I refused to change position.
I got taken down into a basement and placed down at the bottom of it.
"Home."
I looked up at her and responded with two things.
I pointed a hoof at her.
"Fork."
She didn't understand, and instead walked upstairs and closed the door.
I swear to this day I heard it lock.
It had been three days since then, and everyday, Fable opened the door three times to feed me like I was a dangerous animal.
Every time I tackled her while shouting "FWABBLE! HUGGLES!"
I then attempted to get out.
I once made it to the door to the outside.
Every time she picked me up with magic and put me back in the basement.
On the first day, she got a small bed.
On the second day, she got pillows and blankets down.
And every morning breakfast included a muffin (Chocolate chips were in it. Yum), a glass of milk, an apple, and a paper plate.
I seriously ate the plate.
Probably something to do with being a pony.
And each time Fable was confused as to why I did it.
Probably due to my becoming a pony.
Anyways… on to lunch
So far, it has been effectively salad.
And dinner, effectively salad.
I hate salad.
SO MUCH.
On the fifth day, I got 'free'.
She 'accidentally' left the door open, so I slipped out 'undetected' and slowly made my way to Sugarcube Corner.
I felt my head twitch to the side as I did so, some sort of voice in me telling me it was a trap or something.
Fortunately, it was night time.
When I got right outside the confectionary, I stopped and listened.
Seka was crying herself to sleep.
"Cupcakes."
I silently went through the door, and made my way upstairs.
There was apparently a closed door installed during my lack of awareness.
I wanted to sneak up on her, so I waited to see if the door would just open from the wind.
No luck.
I heard a soft, feminine voice.
Shy.
"Knifer, The night time isn't the best time to disturb Seka, especially since your speech is so damaged. Let's just go back to the library, okay?"
I wanted to give her the finger, but I had hooves.
FREAKIN' HOOVES.
So I merely turned, to find her right in front of me.
"Really Knifer, it's best if you just do what I say."
I pushed her back with a hoof, almost knocking her down the stairs.
"You don't want me to get Blitz in here."
I gave her the 'I don't care look'
She sighed and backed down the stairs.
I followed, curious as to how this would turn out.
I was immediately set upon by Blitz, and she grabbed me before I could react and hoisted me high into the sky.
I didn't flail, much to her surprise, but instead merely went limp.
I could feel my right eye going far off center, making my head pound and the eye hurt.
I felt blood come out the eye socket.
I looked up at Blitz, and this made her freak out and drop me.
"FORK."
I fell.
And fell.
I though it would mean either months of recovery in a hospital, or a painful death.
It was the first thought that made me panic.
By now my right eye was blood soaked, and thus was barely usable, and closing the eye would do nothing to help, and would have worsened it.
A small, growing trail of blood followed my fall.
I started repeating "SPELL!" over and over again, and didn't stop, not even when I started to float a mere centimeter above the ground.
I looked about and saw Cerridwen nearby, her horn glowing, standing on three legs, her front left held off the ground.
Shy had flown out of the confectionary and landed near by a bush.
Blitz had flown down and landed on the ground near me, her right eye twitching.
Fable calmly walked up to me, clearly a little shocked at the fact that Blitz dropped me.
It was dark enough for none of them to see my eye.
However, blood rained on them for a second before stopping, which made Cerridwen drop me and panic, running around in circles, Blitz just gave into fear and froze, Shy squeaked in panic, and Fable did what any scientist would do.
Get closer to me to find out what happened.
She did and gasped at what she saw.
"We need a medical professional…"
"Fwabble?"
I pointed to my right eye.
"It's not doing good. I can't even see the iris anymore."
She magically brought me to my feet and kept a slight amount of force on me.
She was in charge.
She walked past all her friends and took me straight to the medical facility.
All the while she slowly and carefully pulled the blood out and away from my eye before it hardened.
The desk worker was a female, pink coat, smooth pink mane, and I could see the tiniest amount of a pink tail. Her eyes were dark green, and she wore a head band with a cross on it.
She looked up to face us.
"May I he… OH HOLY-"
I pointed to my eye and she immediately stopped talking and began to write on her medical papers.
"Right this way!"
She rushed down the hallway, and Fable pulled me as she followed by her magical leash.
I didn't argue.
I followed at my walking pace.
I forgot to mention this, but when I was human, I had people over 6 feet tall who struggled to keep up with me when I walk.
Being a pony did NOT change this.
As a result I quickly passed Fable and made my way to the pink worker.
She looked at me.
"Fortunately for you we have one of the few ponies in Equestria who can fix that eye right here."
She quickly knocked on the door.
"YES? Who is it?"
I looked up at the name plate on the door.
Doctor Krutz.
That name made me scared for some reason, like I knew this name from sometime…
Something involving muffins and a padded room...
"Nurse Redlock. Knifer is at the door."
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<p>Human turned into pony and sent to Equestria in a time about two generations after the current Mane six and must deal with it and his terrible luck. Also, Celestia effectively hates this human.<br/>And he wants revenge.<br/>And is a misanthrope.<br/>And obsessed with silverware.<br/>He can't understand any of these crazy ponies either.<br/>(It seems the Genre of the story keeps on shifting, must note this.)</p>
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"Fwabble…"
I said it instinctively.
"Wait... Nurse REDLOCK?"
"Thank you for bringing us Knifer, Fable. When he disappeared Celestia told the two of us to move here so we might be able to find him. Of course he will get treated and his eye fixed. Then Celestia wants to talk to him. Alone."
"But she didn't tell me about this at all!"
I turned to look at Fable. She was wide eyed and I could tell she was ready to burn something.
Or someone.
"Please calm down ma'am. I'm only looking in for the best interests of the people."
"FUCK THE PEOPLE! I SAW WHAT YOU GUYS DO AND ONLY NOW DO I REALISE IT'S A TERRIBLE WAY TO TREAT PONIES WHO GO THROUGH WHAT KNIFER DID! THEY NEED A REAL DOCTOR! NOT A PADDED ROOM AND MUFFINS!"
All of a sudden Nurse Redlock's head band turned to ash, and Fable's eyes caught on fire.
I quickly put my arms around her neck and tied to calm her, gently petting her side.
"Fwabble…"
"He was INSANE MA'AM! INSANE!"
"I DON'T GIVE A-"
I couldn't take it anymore, and I let go of Fable.
I then whirled around and bucked Nurse Redlock twice and Fable twice, each getting one to the head and one to the gut.
They both glared at me violently.
I turned around and kept my cool. I didn't care if they broke my legs then and there.
I walked past them both, accidentally smacking into Redlock and 'accidentally' smacking into Fable.
I went into Doctor K's office.
He was grey with a black, official, smooth looking mane and a similar tail. His iris color was similar to mine, only darker, and he was a unicorn.
I could just barely see his tattoo, it was that of a thermometer.
He motioned to me to have a seat, so I sat on a large cushion.
"Thank you for getting both of them to shut up. Now, I know you have no way of paying for this, but Celestia herself paid for it already. Now, I don't expect you to be able to respond properly, but please try. What is your favorite color?"
I looked about the room, trying to find purple.
I pointed to a large purple box.
"Alright then. Can you control your eye?"
I tried, and managed to get the pupil to the point where I could just barely see, but the I went back into hiding quickly when my eye started to bleed again.
The blood floated away and into a small plastic bag, which closed itself.
"Great job. That's better than most can do. Now, I can't actually make you fall unconscious with magic… so you'll need to drug yourself. Sorry."
I shrugged in response to this. I didn't care if I ended up in that metal clinic again. I just wanted this nightmare to end.
He pushed over a small pill and a glass of water.
I carefully set the pill on my tongue and drank it down with the water.
I sat still and waited for the drug to take effect.
It did after about five minutes.
I awoke mere moments after the Doctor fixed my eye.
I gave it an experimental blink and looked about.
No blood.
I sat up from the table he had put me on and looked about.
There was Fable and her friends to my left, and Nurse Redlock on my left.
Fable had four nasty bruises right where I bucked her, and Redlock was bleeding slight from those spots.
Doctor K was in front of me.
"So, how are you enjoying my fixing of your eye?"
I smiled and leaned forwards, then wrapped my arms around his neck.
"Um… could you let me go?"
I obliged and let go.
I felt a tapping on my left shoulder, so I turned and got bucked in the chest by Fable.
I was barely moved by the impact, but it hurt like hell.
"Fwabble…"
"That's for earlier."
I went into a slightly angry expression.
"Fwabble."
"Unfortunately, I cannot fix his brain or speech. I am sorry."
Shy was the first to talk.
"It's okay, you did your best."
Cerridwen soon followed.
"Yes, your 'eye' for detail was brilliant!"
I was confused at that remark.
I looked about for a mirror, and saw a small one laying next to me.
I looked into it.
My right eye was a dark green.
I looked back up at Doctor K.
"Don't worry, I put a spell on it to make it slowly change back to 'normal' color."
I wanted to shout 'YOU REPLACED MY EYE?" but could only frown a bit more.
Fable used her magic to pull my front hooves forwards, and Cerridwen moved my back hooves, making me get off the bed and start walking out.
I was tense for when they would let go.
They did once I was out of the hospital.
I took a few hesitant steps forwards, and once I was sure I could walk normally, I began to trot.
I trotted back to Sugarcube Corner.
Or I would have, if Shy hadn't nudged me away from there.
"No no. This way."
She gently grabbed my head with both her front hooves and pulled me over to the library.
I unwillingly followed.
It was two days after that, and I awoke to find a typewriter in the basement.
It actually had a backspace key, and I decided to try it out.
I began to make this journal you see here now, from the start to the end.
Every time I ran out of paper, more appeared next to me.
It was enchanted too.
Fable has been surprised that I'm not tackling her lately, and checked on why.
I turned to look at her, still typing away.
She was surprised that I was enjoying this.
"You like writing?"
I nodded and looked back at my work.
No errors.
I stopped typing for a bit and stretched out, then looked back to Fable.
I began to think, for a moment, then pounced her.
"HUGGLES!"
This knocked her over onto her back.
I wrapped my front legs around her neck again.
She didn't struggle against it.
In fact, it seemed like she missed it.
I kept her pinned down like that for a while, until I felt her pulling me off with magic.
I rolled, got up, and walked back to the typewriter
"Well, I see you haven't changed since a few days ago…"
"Fwabble!"
"I asked Celestia to start sending me medication for your mind and voice."
"…"
I wanted to hurt that Unisis for what she did to me.
I wanted to rip off that sharp horn of hers and use it to stab her all over, and finally a quick one-two stab to the heart and brain.
"DERPDERPDERPDERPDERPDERPDERPDERPDERP!"
"Wha-WHAT?"
"DERPDERPDERPDERPDERPDERPDERPDERPDERPDERPDERPDERPDERPDERPDERPDERPDERPDERP!"
"…"
I smiled.
"Hold up… I have a 'Derp to Pony Translation Guide' in here…"
"…"
She began to use her magic to look through the books before finding the guide.
"Here we are…"
She opened it and floated it over to herself, then began to look through it.
"You just told me your plans to kill Celestia."
She quickly closed the book and smashed me in the head with it, making me fly to the side a good distance.
The way I landed was perfect for an idea, given how my body ended up in a terrible position.
I played dead.
When Fable saw I didn't move, she slowly walked up to me, then noticed how my head was at an odd angle.
"ARE YOU OKAY?"
I kept still, deciding to change the blame to being hit too hard to do anything.
She rushed over to me, then slowly and carefully moved my body into its proper position.
She let go and I kept myself stable, then turned to face her.
"You are alright…"
I heard the door open slightly, turned my head, and the baby dragon from earlier came into the room.
Now that I had time to do so, I checked him out.
He was a dark blue with a cyan underbelly and back spikes, with eyes of a shade of red like mine.
"Is everything alright?"
The voice was male, and sounded more like a teenager of about sixteen years of age , about mid-pitched.
"You guys okay?"
I nodded and smiled.
Fable did so too.
"Okay then…"
He quickly ducked back into the main room and closed the door.
"That was my assistant, Stevenson. He chose his name and I just went with it."
I smiled and sat down, then began to think.
My thoughts kept drifting towards Seka.
I decided that I am either in love, which I hoped for hell not to be true, or I just cared about her.
Probably the latter.
I pointed Fable to the stack of papers I had laying on the ground, neatly ordered, top being the start, bottom the furthest I got.
She naturally wandered over and began to read them.
I quickly and quietly made my way up the stairs, and opened the door.
Steve was busy balancing dangerously on a ladder, putting books away.
I quietly shut the door, then made my way over to the front door.
There was a large package blocking it from the other side.
I snuck upstairs, looking for another way out.
I wandered out onto the balcony.
In the middle of the day.
Blitz passed me very narrowly, not noticing me.
I looked about for a way to get down easily.
There were a bunch of close together branches that led a way down.
I carefully jumped from branch to branch all the way down and into a large bush.
I stayed hiding in it, until the coast was clear.
I made a fast, silent dash to Sugarcube Corner.
There was a closed sign, but it wasn't locked.
I began to make a move to open the door, and ducked just in time to avoid having Blitz smash into me.
"Where do you think YOU'RE GOING?"
"Cupcakes."
"We all know you want to go to Seka, you lover. We can't let you until you recover."
I stuck my tongue out at her and quickly entered the confectionary.
The place was eerily dark.
I carefully made my way over to the stairs up, and turned to go up them.
Seka was standing there at the top, barely moving, barely making a sound, with a murder face on, her hair 'deflated'.
I backed up.
She stepped forwards into the small amount of light that came through the windows.
"Oh Knify, I've been waiting. How nice of you to come back after almost a month and a half."
She had a hacksaw in her mouth.
Her pace quickened rapidly, catching up with me.
I backed up into the kitchen, where it was darker again.
"The dark can't save you."
My voice failed me.
I quickly got behind the baking counter.
"Your eyes will bleed and die, blinding you to my wonders.""
I grabbed my own knife from the counter.
"Your bones will become power, your blood filling."
She lunged over the counter, and I parried with my own blade, then twisted the hacksaw out of her mouth.
She simply laughed and kicked it aside.
"Your flesh will become fine leather fit for Cerridwen's clothing."
She grabbed her own knife and lunged again, my knife getting in the way to late.
It cut into my side, slicing a small but harsh wound, and blood left it.
"I am being too inefficient. I must save as much of that as possible, can't let it go to waste."
I quickly got to her side and hit her in the back of the head with a hoof.
I didn't want to kill her. I hate killing.
She lost her grip on the knife and bucked me, making me lose grip of my own.
"Give up Knify, this isn't an equal match."
"CUPCAKES!"
"Yes, I know about your words failing you. I heard it all. Every. Last. Word."
I threw myself onto her, making her fall to the ground.
"What are you going to do now? I could just stand up and smash your head on the cabinet."
I had less than a second to think.
As usual, the more absurd the idea, the sooner I think of it.
I kissed her.
Lips.
She froze.
Blitz came in the kitchen, confused as to what was going on, given how she couldn't see in the dark.
Seka remained stunned.
Blitz reached for the light switch.
I didn't dare move incase Seka went murderer on me again.
When Blitz hit the switch, she immediately went wide eyed and closed her eyes.
Seka forced me off and onto the ground, then quickly put both her front hooves on my chest.
I noticed a knife next to my head.
The pressure made a tiny bit of blood come out of my wound.
She began to laugh murderously.
"SEKA STOP!"
It was Blitz's voice.
Seka turned her head to face Blitz.
"Who are you to stop me?"
I used the distraction to grab the knife in my mouth, and slashed her front legs with it, making blood get on my face, and her pull them up.
I quickly got up and went around the counter over to Blitz.
"You can't escape Knifer. I WILL GET YOU."
"Something tells me it will be harder than that."
"Derp."
Seka leaped over the counter again, but I was ready.
I whipped around and gave her a one-two-three-four-five to the gut, stopping her and making her cough up blood, then fall to the floor, not moving, still alive.
Blitz turned to me.
"Now you are bleeding, have blood on your face, and have blood on your legs, there is blood in this room, Seka has cut marks on her front legs and has blood in and on her mouth…"
I lowered myself onto the ground next to Seka carefully.
She turned her head to me and licked to blood off it.
"Heh."
"I never thought you would do that Seka."
I gave Blitz a look that said 'then you don't know her'
Seka smiled at me, then kicked the wall.
I heard a crash, and got up, but too late.
I large pan fell on my head.
What Seka did not see coming, was how thick my skull is.
I just turned to look at her, now with a new migraine. I named it Fill.
She was shocked.
Blitz was probably shocked.
My head hurt.
I merely laughed.
After all, if you're gonna kill someone, do it efficiently.
I heard a knocking on the front door.
Blitz was already going to get it.
"My employers are back early! CLEAN UP!"
She immediately forgot her injuries and ran about cleaning.
I helped a bit by moving stuff into neat piles on the ground or counter, given how I didn't know where to put stuff.
Fill was still kicking hard.
I quickly cleaned myself of blood and put a medical bandage over the cut I had, and Seka ran into a restroom.
I came out to the front and finally met Seka's employers.
The room was lit up now, and Blitz was chatting idly with them.
They were obviously a couple, and looked to be mid thirties to forties.
The male was and orange-green with a red mane and tail, both of which were ruffled up. His eyes were green and he had caramel as a tattoo.
The female was a dark blue, with silver, puffy mane and tail, blue eyes as well, and chocolate as her tattoo.
"You must be Seka's friend. She told us about-"
I quickly interrupted with a nod, and left the building before I had to try and communicate.
I sat down by the side of the confectionary and looked about.
Ponies were doing business again.
None of them approached.
Seka slid into my vision, her hair still 'deflated' and very rather mad.
"I will have you…"
I calmly looked at her before staring forwards again.
"…eventually."
Blitz came out of the confectionary with a tray of cupcakes in her mouth.
She sat it down and glared at Seka.
"Seka, we need to talk. Fable's. NOW."
Seka gave a growl as she made her way there.
"Knifer, let's go."
She picked up the tray and fly slowly back to the library, with me following.
I came in, seeing all five of the others, as well as one I hadn't seen before, arranged in a circle, Seka stuck in the middle.
She was a red, with a leather hat on her head, both her mane and tail were blonde and set up in a farm girl style. Her eyes were a dark blue and she had a bucket of apples for a tattoo.
Out of the corner of my eye I could see Steve laying down on his belly, his head hanging off the stairs.
"Just wha' the hay were you thinkin'?"
"I wasn't…"
"Blitz over heard what you told Knifer. That's what you've been giving me? Pony hide? HOW COULD YOU?"
That last part sounded more like whining than scolding.
"And what was that about the blood filling?"
That one came from Steve.
"Nothing…"
Seka was whimpering now.
I calmly moved over to the tray of cupcakes and grabbed one without looking, then proceeded to eat it, observing the ponies.
Fable looked over to me and left the circle, then motioned for me to follow her down into the basement.
I had just finished the cupcake, and I quickly followed her down to my stack of papers.
"This is either the product of you still being insane, or you are not supposed to be a pony. WHICH?"
As she said the last word a multitude of knives floated up and surrounded me.
I immediately blacked out from fright.
I awoke still in the sphere of knives, with Fable glaring at me violently.
"WELL?"
She stamped a hoof down, and the knives inched closer.
I felt myself beginning to crack under the pressure.
My left eye was involuntarily twitching.
Fable noticed this and gave slightly.
I took steps towards her, my already damage and weakened mind cracking again.
She gave more ground.
I leaped through the knives, many of them sticking into my left, some very deeply, and tackled Fable.
She dropped the knives from the force of the impact.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?"
I smashed my head into her own, dazing me and making her become still.
I ignored the pain and slowly made my way over to a wall, then leaned against it.
I passed out on the spot.
"Knifer, you really need to stop this violence. It will only get you hurt."
Finally I heard Seka acting sane.
I opened my eyes and found myself where Seka was earlier, surrounded by the six ponies, Fable rubbing her head with a hoof.
I still had the knives in my side, and the pain was immense.
"Now that he's awake, should I lift him in the sky again?"
"Do it girl, don't show 'im any mercy, drop 'im if ya' have ta."
"What about his side? Knify is probably in so much pain…"
"Fine, Ya'll do it yerselves, I gots no medical experience."
I felt the knives slowly and carefully come out, and the wounds where they were quickly got covered by a cast of some sort.
"There. Now, I'm gonna lift you high in the sky!"
I stuck my tongue out at Blitz and ran, leaped over Cerridwen, and went up the stairs.
I took a sharp turn and leaped off the balcony, and onto a rooftop.
I felt adrenaline going through my body, tunnel vision taking effect, time slowed, I quickened.
I ran from roof to roof in the middle of the night, and landed right outside of town, Blitz coming right at me.
I then remembered where the princess came from.
The city on the side of the cliff.
I ran into a narrow grouping of trees and laughed as Blitz could not find a way in.
I waited until she left, then set out on a new journey.
I wanted to shout 'To the Capital!'
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1469
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Nightmare Moon,Original Character,Princess Celestia,Princess Luna,Trixie,Human,Dark,Random,Romance,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Gore
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Currently Unnamed Journal
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"Human turned into pony and sent to Equestria" Clique done in a more line by line style.
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hiatus
| 24 | 15 |
<p>Human turned into pony and sent to Equestria in a time about two generations after the current Mane six and must deal with it and his terrible luck. Also, Celestia effectively hates this human.<br/>And he wants revenge.<br/>And is a misanthrope.<br/>And obsessed with silverware.<br/>He can't understand any of these crazy ponies either.<br/>(It seems the Genre of the story keeps on shifting, must note this.)</p>
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2011-10-14T00:03:53+00:00
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2011-10-14T00:03:53+00:00
| 1,466 |
A moment later I awoke to find myself upside down.
In a tree.
My tail tied to a branch.
A squirrel on my face.
Eating a nut.
I slowly started swinging, to get the squirrel off.
It took a few minutes, and at the same time my tail ended up getting untied, sending me straight to the ground.
I wasn't injured, given how it was less than a foot.
I looked around and noticed how I hadn't even gone twelve feet before this happened.
However it happened.
I stopped thinking about it and got up, then truly began the journey to the capital.
Which, a few minutes later, I learned was named Canterlot, given how a small group of ponies were talking about it as I passed.
I quickly made my way to Canterlot, and hid in a nearby bush.
I had to wait for dark if my plan was going to work.
Sneak up on the Princess when none of these crazy ponies were looking, and get her to fix this.
I had nothing to lose.
The night came and I emerged from the bush.
I then went into the city, and made my way to the castle in the middle.
All I could think was "incredible"
I ignored that thought, and quietly made my way over to it.
I hid by the main door, and a small group of guards came out.
I slipped in and looked about.
No living being.
I quickly made my way through the building, and ended up in the kitchen.
I took advantage of the convenience and grabbed a very sharp, strong knife in my mouth, then snuck out.
I continued to explore the castle for the Princess, avoiding detection by the guards.
I decided they were really bad guards, given how they didn't even move.
I eventually found my way right outside what I had to assume was her quarters, given how there was a sign above it in gold that said "Princess Celestia. Do not Disturb."
I silently pushed the door open, and there she was.
Reading a scroll by a fireplace.
I slipped in and pushed the door closed, also silently.
Then I slowly made my way to the darkness of the room, and didn't even bother looking about. I had one goal.
Her.
She magically lifted another scroll and a quill, then began to write a response.
I waited.
When she finished she wrapped up the scroll, put away the quill and a bottle of ink I hadn't noticed, and the scroll disappeared.
She then turned around and looked right at me.
I narrowed my eyes greatly, so I would be the hardest possible to see, given how eyes can reflect light.
She went back to looking at the fireplace.
"I know you are there. I'm just as good, if not better, at seeing in the dark than you are."
I stepped out of the shadows and approached Celestia.
"First, let me give you your voice back so we can talk."
A small pill floated out of a drawer and my jaw was forced open by nothing, making me drop the knife on the floor.
The pill went down my throat, and my jaw snapped shut.
"Let us give it a minute. You should think about the consequences of sneaking in here."
I didn't.
I had nothing to loose.
A minute had gone by.
Exactly.
"Speak."
"I have nothing left to loose Princess."
"It worked."
"Clearly your royal education has paid off."
"Clearly."
"What consequences?"
"Normally you would be either put to death, or jailed for several decades, depending on how much the trespass was. But given the circumstances, instead my sister will be able to do whatever she pleases to you."
"Something tells me that will be far worse than it sounds."
"It will be."
"Great."
"OH LUNA?"
A small cloud of starry smoke flew into the room and took the form of another unisis, this one slightly taller than me, her coat was a grey purple, her eyes teal, her mane and tail both light blue and natural looking, and she had a crescent moon tattoo on both her flank and her chest.
She gave a girlish squeal of delight and immediately wrapped her forelegs around my neck.
"Oh you are so CUTE!"
I flinched backwards a little bit.
"Knifer, meet Luna. Luna, meet Knifer."
"Hi…"
She gave another girlish squeal and hugged tighter.
"Luna, he is yours for the next few days."
Luna looked right at my eyes and smiled.
"I know EXACTLY what to do!"
Everything went starry and black as night for a few moments, and then I could see again.
We were in another room.
"Now, let me make you CUTER!"
"Wait what?"
Everything went black as though I had shut my eyes, and when I could see again, everything was larger.
Correction: I was smaller.
A colt.
"D'aww… Now you need a tuxedo!"
"WHAT?"
I was too late, my body was moving to her whim, and the tiny tuxedo was being put onto me.
When it was done she made a mirror float over.
I had to admit, it was somewhat cute, but it was me, unwillingly.
"Oh! A ROSE!"
A small rose flower then floated over and attached to the tuxedo.
"FANCY SOCKS!"
As she said that black socks appeared on my hooves.
"AND SHOES!"
I was lifted into the air and brought down into a tiny little set of fancy shoes.
"OH! A MONO-"
"I think that's enough!"
"You're right, a monocle wouldn't 'suit' you…"
"I see what you did there."
She smiled and let me go.
I looked into the mirror again.
I looked like I was ready for a wedding.
I turned to Luna.
"I haven't-"
"Had a bite to eat all day?"
All of a sudden a bottle of milk came from nowhere and shoved itself into my mouth.
I refused to suck on it, so Luna made me.
When she decided I was done she pulled it out and put it away.
"I can tell this is gonna be hell…"
"NO. LITTLE CHILDREN DO NOT SAY THOSE WORDS!"
I glared angrily at her.
She burst into laughter.
Normally that could have worked… but given how I was a little child, it was probably adorable.
She slowly came to a stop.
"It's time for bed now!"
The suit disappeared off me and a little bed with tall rails on it's side floated over by a royal looking bed.
I was lifted into it and placed down.
Luna crawled into the royal looking bed, her bed, and looked at me.
"Nighty night."
Everything went dark.
Pitch black dark.
I quickly worked my way under the blanket.
I had forgotten to mention that I am afraid of the dark.
But I mean real dark, where even I can't see.
I closed my eyes and tried to sleep through it.
I awoke in the morning, having succeeded in sleeping, to being nuzzled.
I slowly opened my eyes, hoping at least part of it was a dream.
None of it was.
"It's nine in the morning sleepy head."
"Rewind time by just over a month and a half and I'll be happy."
"I can't do that."
"I'm staying in here."
I was grabbed by my mane with her mouth and lifted out of the crib, then set down on the ground.
"Not any more!"
"Why do I bother?"
The suit from last night came floating down from the ceiling and was quickly put on me.
"D'awww…."
"I hate this world so very, very much."
"Lighten up!"
"No thanks."
"Oh, I just remembered! Last night I invited Fable to-"
"I'm outta here then, see you when I'm a paste."
I quickly made my way to the window and jumped.
Only to be stopped in mid-air.
"Oh yeah, magic."
"Don't do that."
I was pulled back to Luna.
"Why not?"
"It would look bad for a little colt to be found dead here."
"…"
"I told her I had you with me, which isn't a lie, and I also told her that I'm giving you back to her, in that cute little suit."
"…"
"I didn't tell her you were a child now!"
"Great, more embarrassment."
I was set down on the floor again.
"Hey, how did you get your cutie mark?"
"That's what these are called?"
"Yep!"
"Well, when I was human, I made silverware, very wanted silverware. I actually earned millions of dollars due to how I made it specially and by hand."
"Millions?"
"Let's just say that although human life is regimented from year to year, it changes from decade to decade."
"…"
"I didn't believe it myself."
"IDEA! A TOP HAT!"
"NO!"
"YES!"
"WHY DO I BOTHER?"
As I said that, a small top hat descended onto my head.
"Oh you are going to need your mane cut!"
A pair of scissors floated over, and I immediately grabbed them in my mouth, flipped them around with my tongue so I was holding the handle, and I stabbed them into the ground.
"Maybe not if that's the case, but still, she'll be here ANY MINUTE!"
"Kill me."
"No."
"A TIE!"
"That I can stand."
"GREAT!"
Luna made a black bowtie just appear out of mid air and attached it to my collar.
"All set!"
"Great, I'm a true gentleman."
Luna then performed an impromptu hug on me for the remainder of the time.
There was a knocking on the door, followed by the door opening on its own.
Fable entered and immediately burst into laughter.
"You made him so cute!"
I simply rolled my eyes and walked over to the door.
"Don't show me in public. Until this is over, it will be over, right?"
"Tomorrow.
"Great, sixteen or so hours of this torture."
"Lighten up!"
"Well excuse me Princess, but some of us don't like being children again."
Then my face caught on fire.
I just stood there and waited for it to be put out.
"That only works once, after that the victim knows how it works."
"I would have really burned you if your weren't wearing that suit."
"Afraid to burn clothing?"
"No. Afraid to burn hundreds of bits, yes."
"Take me away?"
"Yes."
Moments later we were back in the library on the second floor.
"Teleportation shouldn't work…"
Fable began to walk down the stairs.
"Why not?"
I began to follow.
"It destroys you molecularly, and then reassembles you. Your body travels, but your mind does not. When your mind has no host, it dissipates and *poof* you have no mind, thus you are not in your body."
"That's not how teleportation works for us."
"Then how?"
"It makes you go faster than light, so it does take time when crossing vast distances, and it also enables you to fly and phase through materials."
"Of course it would be that simple."
"It's hardly simple."
"Of course it isn't. I was referring to how it is simpler than it sounds."
"…"
I went past her and looked around at the ground floor.
All five of her friends were there.
Fable came up behind me, her horn glowing.
"First off, you're staying like this for a long time."
My body glowed, and I couldn't move.
Blitz came up to me.
"Next, you are going to be chased by me tomorrow, all day."
Cerridwen came up to me next.
"Then, helping me by modeling, much worse than it sounds. All day."
The currently un-named mare, the orange one, came up to me next.
"Then you'll be helpin' me out Applebucking."
Cerridwen shook her head at me.
"Much worse than it sounds."
Shy came next, very upset at me and brave, which I really did not see coming.
"Then, animals."
Fable spoke up next.
"Then you'll be a test subject as I practice my spells.
Finally Seka came over, still sad, and only I noticed the murderous glint of light in her eyes.
"And on the final day, you'll have to help me bake."
I was then unceremoniously dropped.
"It all starts tomorrow, let's hope you can run!"
"What time is it?"
"Almost bedtime for you mister."
"You are all enjoying my torture, eh?"
"Ah reckon so."
I stood up.
"In that case, I know exactly where to hide all six of those days."
"WHERE?"
That was a simultaneous shout from all of them.
"I am not saying. Oh, top hat at twelve o' clock."
I then quickly tilted my top hat down and threw it at them, then went upstairs.
"Bleh, damn girls."
I turned around to see Steve coming up from behind.
"Tell me about it, Fable once had a spell backfire that turned me into a female. You have no idea how embarrassing that was."
"Well, I'm a child for six days."
"That has got to be bad."
"And tomorrow, Blitz is going to chase me all day, next day Cerridwen will use me as a model, next come Applebucking, then helping animals, then a spell tester, then I'm going to be baking with Seka."
"That doesn't sound that bad."
"Because I'm going to hide."
"Where?"
"Where else?"
I quickly ditched the suit and ran to the balcony.
"Below ground."
"Won't work, earthquakes are scheduled this week."
"Then I'm screwed."
"Be optimistic, you're gonna make some friends!"
"I don't want friends, I want home. FORK YOU CELESTIA!"
In response to that a bolt of lighting came down from the sky, went past me, circled me, then flew outside.
"Did you really have to make her mad?"
"She did this to me."
"She couldn't have without a reason."
"I'm her little test subject."
"Okay…"
"And I wrote out a lot of what happened with a typewriter in the basement."
"Yeah, I read that."
"I'm off to bed I guess. Where?"
"Up another floor and to the left."
I followed his instructions and climbed into the bed, then closed my eyes.
I tried not to think, and instead drifted into a quiet, calm sleep.
I awoke to Blitz staring at my face.
"Boo."
I twirled, forcing her off, and ran.
She gave chase.
I left the building, left the town, and ran into a dark forest.
I lost her and myself.
"KNIFER? WHERE ARE YOU? THAT'S THE EVERFREE FOREST! VERY DANGEROUS!"
I went along the edge of the forest and came out far from Blitz, near a small cottage.
I saw Shy tending to some animals, and gave her a wide berth.
I instead headed away from town, away from the cottage, and most importantly, away from Blitz.
I turned my head to check behind me, and broke into a sprint.
Blitz was right behind me.
My little childish body couldn't take all this exhaustion, and so I had to lose her again before I collapsed.
I veered right as she sped up, and sent her crashing into a bush.
I came upon many, many trees all scattered about neatly.
I ducked into a large number of trees and hid in a spot only I could get into, due to my small size compared to Blitz.
I curled up and took a quick nap.
I woke to the sound of hooves hitting trees, and apples falling neatly into baskets.
I peaked my head out of my hiding place, and saw that red mare from earlier.
She turned her head in my direction, then went back to work.
I quickly got out of there and rushed further from town.
I eventually stumbled upon a large cloud house, and saw Blitz looking about from the top of it.
I hid under the house, and Blitz took off to where I was hiding earlier.
I got moving, and rushed towards the tallest mountain around.
It was a harsh, long climb, but nothing happened beyond the occasional slip down a few feet.
I sat near the peak, by the entrance to a cave, looking down at Ponyville, Canterlot, the Everfree, and watched as Blitz rushed all around the area looking for me.
I had just enough time to notice the wisp of starry smoke coming at me and dive backwards, roll, stand, and face it.
It formed into a large, nightmarish demon of a pony.
"You are Knifer, are you not? Hoping for revenge upon Celestia, to over throw her and her tyranny, bring the power to the people, and get back home?"
"Only the first and last."
I was then surrounded by a black smoke, so thick it was solid.
"You will want all those soon enough."
"Let me go Demon, and find another host, or I will shout."
"Shout? That's it?"
The Demon simply floated over to me, not bothering to use it's legs.
"Really? That's it?"
I screamed a very sharp, loud, high pitched scream.
The Demon staggered backwards, then glared at me.
"It will take more than that to stop me."
It turned back into the starry wisp and flew at me.
I rolled to the side, but it made a sharp turn and went right at me, and into me.
I fought with all my will, the only thing I could do.
I resisted for hours, constantly bombarded in my mind and heart, slowly making my way through the smoke, down the mountain, and towards the town.
It was night when I got back, and most of the Demon had left, but not all, a slight trace remained, leaving my mind slightly corrupt, polluted, I had been unable to fight all of it.
I knew this, but could not tell anyone, literally. It was impossible.
I came back to the Library, and entered it.
Fable was busy reading a book of some sort, so I quietly went upstairs and looked in a mirror.
I could see the faintest wisps of smoke coming off me, too faint to see except at extremely close range.
I ignored it and went back down the stairs.
Fable was looking at me, and it seemed like her black eyes were piercing my soul.
"There's something in you."
"I know."
"It's evil."
"I resisted."
"Not well enough."
"Please don't talk about it."
"I won't, there is too little to harm you or anypony else."
My stomach growled with pain.
Twenty four hours of no food, no water was beginning to take it's toll.
Fable sensed this, and telekinetically brought a muffin over.
It was a normal muffin, but I didn't care.
I grabbed it in my mouth and took it upstairs for some time to myself, something I always needed.
"You can't stay safe forever."
"Shut up you vile beast and let me eat this in peace."
I began to eat and ignored whatever it ranted on about.
When I saw done I continued to sit their and tried to think, but all my thoughts were polluted by the Demon.
"I get it, you want me to do what you say. I won't."
"You have no choice."
"I do for now."
"Not for long."
"I will relish these last few moments then."
"At dusk tomorrow, you will bathe in the blood of those you will never know."
"That's right, too little of you to make me harm those I know."
"Other than Celestia."
"Of course."
I went looked about and saw where my silverware was.
"FINALLY!"
I quickly took it over to my bed and set it down.
I then climbed into the bed and slept a terrifying, unforgettably forgettable dream of death.
It was morning, almost noon when I was shaken away by none other than Cerridwen.
And I was in the Boutique, on the ground.
"Wake up, it's time for work"
I was annoyed at her sign-song tone.
"Dusk…"
"Shut up."
Cerridwen hadn't heard that though, for which I was thankful.
"Now then, you know that red friend of mine? Her name is Chicha, she doesn't like that name though. We tend to call her Apple."
"How original…"
"Yes, well she has a brother about your build…"
"So you're going to use me to make a suit for him and also for others like me, eh?"
"Correct!"
"Kill me."
"Later."
The fact she said that creped me out slightly, until I realized she was joking.
A farm style suit floated over to me, and nestled itself on neatly.
"Perfect."
It quickly came off and I found myself barraged by other suits for hours, all the while Cerridwen sang various songs, one of them caught my ears: "The Art of the Dress."
I paid attention to their make and design, the Demon in me memorizing every detail.
It was three in the morning when she had finished, and I left the boutique, only to get tackled by Blitz.
"I FINALLY CAUGHT YOU!"
"The chase ended last night…"
"And?"
"Idiot."
I got up and trotted away back to the library.
I only had so much time to let Fable know.
I quickly rushed inside and ran up to Fable, who was busy reading the same book from last night..
"Dusk. Evil. Change."
She looked at me funny.
"What?"
"Can't say exactly what will happen! Dusk. Evil. Change."
"At dusk you are going to turn into something evil?"
"Yes!"
Her black eyes were piercing my soul again.
"Can't do anything. Sorry."
She then went right back to her book as I stormed upstairs.
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Zyggy
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1469
| 6 |
Nightmare Moon,Original Character,Princess Celestia,Princess Luna,Trixie,Human,Dark,Random,Romance,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Gore
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Currently Unnamed Journal
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"Human turned into pony and sent to Equestria" Clique done in a more line by line style.
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hiatus
| 24 | 15 |
<p>Human turned into pony and sent to Equestria in a time about two generations after the current Mane six and must deal with it and his terrible luck. Also, Celestia effectively hates this human.<br/>And he wants revenge.<br/>And is a misanthrope.<br/>And obsessed with silverware.<br/>He can't understand any of these crazy ponies either.<br/>(It seems the Genre of the story keeps on shifting, must note this.)</p>
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teen
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2011-10-14T21:31:40+00:00
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2011-10-14T21:31:40+00:00
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I passed Steve and didn’t respond to his wave.
I sat down after reaching the top floor, and saw silverware dancing about the room. It wasn’t mine though, it was just made new, never existing until now.
“Let me get you ready.”
The last seeds of corruption sprouted in my mind, and I stood up, having changed.
I was an adult again, my eyes filled with fires.
A sharp, broken knife blade floated over to me and impaled itself into my head, the point upwards.
My body changed to accommodate this horn.
I checked the time.
It was six already.
More knives came over and melded together into two large wings, and stabbed themselves into my sides, then became a part of me too.
I was bleeding, but felt fine.
I gave them a quick test, and found they provided a great deal of thrust and lift.
More knives came and became odd horns going like mouth guards, and going backwards.
The remaining silverware melted and went onto my skin, then reformed into armor.
I closed my eyes, opened, them, and was ready.
“Here I come.”
I unknowingly lifted a pen and a scroll into the air with magic, and began to write on it these words: Celestia, you can’t stop me. The elements can’t stop me. Not a single being can stop me. Not any group. Nothing.
I set the note to the side, folded my wings against my sides, and walked down the stairs.
Steve had just left, the door closing as I came down, my medium weighted armor making soft sounds as I moved, clanking on the floor slightly.
Fable was too busy organizing books to pay attention to me coming up on her from behind.
I leaned my head in next to her ear, and softly whispered “Boo.”
She panicked, dropped the books to the ground, turned, and went wide eyed.
“Knifer?”
“Yes.”
“What happened to you?”
“I warned you.”
She was filled with panic and could not move an inch.
I move the books with my thoughts, sending them to where she had wanted them.
I then spread my wings wide apart.
“I am leaving until I am done, then I will be here, in this spot, and free again. Until then this land will be red.”
I winked out of there, leaving a panic stricken Fable to cower, unable to move or think, merely babble the words “This land will be red.” Over and over again.
I came into existence in front of Celestia hours later as she was preparing to rest.
“How did this happen to you?”
“Starry smoke, Celestia. I have a message.”
“What?”
“This land shall be red.”
I then blinked away, leaving her to ponder over those words.
I appeared over a sleeping Seka, and placed a small ivory knife on her bed stand.
“Sweet dreams.”
I walked out of the room and winked away.
I found Steve back in the library trying to comfort Fable, and appeared behind him.
He calmly turned to face me, un phased by my transformation.
“What did you do to her.”
“I merely told her something. ‘I am leaving until I am done, then I will be here, in this spot, and free again. Until then this land will be red.’”
I then winked out before he could grab me.
I came into existence over a sleeping Blitz.
“This is for making me panic many times.”
I cut her front left leg lightly and watched as her cloud bed slowly turned pink, then red.
I then winked away.
I appeared far away from there, my business done.
I then headed to a place only the Demon in me knew of, deep in the Everfree.
It was a broken and destroyed castle, one that hadn’t been visited for generations.
“Welcome to your new home.”
“Yadda yadda where’s the bed?”
“You must operate at night.”
“…”
“Or you will get caught.”
I flexed my metal wings and began to flap slowly.
“Fine.”
I turned around and found myself face to face with Luna, her being slightly taller than I.
“Why?”
“Darkness.”
“Not you too…”
“Kill her now.”
“No.”
“How did this happen?”
“Went to the mountain, got attacked by a starry smoke.”
“Kill her.”
“No.”
“You love her?”
“No, I’ve met her before.”
“We need to save you from it.”
“I HAVE TOUCHED HIM FOREVER.”
“You can be almost completely destroyed.”
“If you can catch him.”
“I can.”
I winked away and appeared hours later in front of the red mare.
“Where did you come from?”
“I dunno.”
“Why are you here?”
“Work I gotta do…”
“Well, ah recognize you, Knifer. Name’s Chicha…”
“Cerridwen told me. She also mentioned how you don’t like that name and prefer to just be called Apple.”
“That’s correct… S’ how did this happ’n?”
“Can’t explain.”
I realized my wings were spread, so I brought them back against myself.
“So now what?”
She pointed into the huge apple fields.
“One pony plus hundreds of apple trees don’t add up.”
“But two do?”
“Yes sir.”
“I’m hardly the superior here.”
“But you got wings and a horn.”
“That’s racist.”
“How?”
“Just because I have wings and a horn does not make me like Celestia or Luna, and even if it did that does not automatically make me better than you. Besides, these may do the job, but they aren’t real.”
I flapped my wings to show how they were metallic.
“Let’s get working, show me how.”
“I’’s mighty simple, just run at th’ tree, turn, and buck it in the center.”
I picked out a tree and approached it.
“If you can buck that one, ah reckon you can get th’ rest, even ah can’t”
I did as she said, charging it full speed, turning last moment and kicking with all my might.
Somehow I managed to get the apples down from the tree, into the baskets meant for other trees, perfectly.
Apple just stared, her eye twitching.
“Too much?”
“…”
“Let’s get to work…”
She just stayed silent and bucked trees, which I obviously joined in on.
By the end of the day, almost all of the farm was picked clean, and I quickly left without a word.
“Now that we are in private, I should tell you something.”
“What?”
“You remember when you were out for over a month?”
“Yes.”
“That was me.”
“What.”
“I possessed you, made you see Celestia in the sun, made you want to watch closer. I made your eyes bleed, I tried to kill you, I made you a slave while you were in the Mental Clinic. Now, you are mine again.”
“Fork you.”
“You can’t do a thing about it. Time to run a crimson river.”
“I don’t want to harm any living being but you, and Celestia.”
“You will soon enough.”
It was a struggle to keep going forwards into the Everfree, but I managed it and got back to base.
I found myself face to face with Luna again.
“I won’t let you stay like this.”
“Equestria will be red.”
“No, I know how to stop it for now, you can’t possess the young.”
“The how did this thing get me?”
“She means extremely young.”
I fell onto my knees in pain, and felt, not heard, but felt, a loud, sharp shrieking in my head.
“I will be merely delayed!”
I tried to speak, but couldn’t, I felt my energy leaving me.
I managed to force myself to look up at Luna with pleading eyes, and she simply shook her head.
“No.”
I snarled, the demon in me in control.
She continued to stare at me.
My wings and horn fell to the ground with a thud.
I leapt at her, and stopped mere moment before I impacted.
I thrashed.
“No.”
“THIS IS NOT OVER.”
“It never will be.”
I didn’t even know I had blacked out, but I did.
I opened my eyes to find everything huge, moving by slowly.
I was laying across Fable, and I was not even a child.
I was a baby.
I figured my vocabulary was probably the same too.
My vision was blurry, like a baby’s vision would be, and I could only perform basic movements.
I had another target on my hit list for later.
Until then though, I was even more helpless than before.
I closed my eyes and waited.
I opened them when we came to a stop, and just hung limply in the air as Fable used her magic on me, making me float into a small basket bed.
“You knew you would be so cute as a baby?”
A small bottle of milk floated from the side of my vision and into my mouth.
I tried to spit it out, but I apparently had baby instincts too, and ended up drinking from it.
“Good boy!”
I glared at Fable.
“Don’t be like that.”
I close my eyes and looked forwards, eyes still shut.
I must have fallen asleep, because I woke up on Fable’s back as she waited outside Shy’s cottage, the sun most likely setting.
She entered the cottage with me still on her back.
“Thanks for offering to care for him while I’m on business for Celestia.”
“It’s no really trouble, all the animals are off on their own today.”
I felt the base of my neck getting pinched by Shy’s mouth as she lifted me off Fable and took me up the stairs into the bedroom.
It calmed me almost instantly, and I went limp.
I just waited for what seemed like ten minutes as she slowly and carefully went up, nearly slipping several times.
I just hung there patiently.
Eventually she got to the top and set me down in her bed, then curled around me, pulling the blanket over us.
I was less angry than happy, or more appropriately, amused.
After all, the most crippling thing has occurred to me, and it is keeping me safe.
I kept those thoughts in my head as I used Shy’s wing as a pillow, her warmth slowly driving me into sleep.
In my dreams I was the way the Demon had made me, and I had just finished the murder of a small family, the mother, the father, and all three children, having stored their souls in an amulet, and using their corpses to make “shells” for them, to become slaves.
“You have done well, my servant. Continue, and our army may soon grow strong enough to take on even-”
It was then I awoke violently, struggling, thrashing.
“Please don’t be like that.”
I would have stopped, if I could.
I could just barely make out a tiny amount of smoke.
Shy followed my gaze and saw it just in time, before it disappeared.
“Oh, it’s waiting for the spell to wear off? Don’t worry, you’re safe.”
Secretly, I was more worried for her than myself.
I crawled closer to Shy, for comfort more than anything, for my physical responses were exactly like the response my current form would have had.
“It’s okay.”
She nuzzled my side and hugged me.
I let myself drift off into sleep again.
This time I was fleeing from the same beings I had been making in my previous dream, as a colt.
It was the middle of the night, and I was the only survivor left in Ponyville.
I was trying to leave the town, but it was blockaded, nothing goes in, nothing goes out.
I was cornered by the zombie forms of the only ones I could think of a friends, with no way out.
I could only scream in panic and pain as they fell upon me, and began to consume my flesh.
I awoke crying loudly, and Shy nuzzled me, calming me.
“Shush… it’s okay, nothing is going to hurt you. You’re safe.”
I nuzzled back and grabbed her wing as she stood.
“You’ll fall from there.”
She grabbed my tail in her mouth and set me across her back, something which I found to be humorous, for if I were a child instead, I would have had to walk down.
Everything was being done for me.
Then the shock hit as I realized I may have been turned into a baby for other motives.
I thought about whether or not the spell was supposed to remove memory as well, and merely failed in that regard.
I didn’t even noticed that Shy had taken me outside.
“I’m taking you to ‘school’, I need to do some work around here on the animals for a long while.”
‘School’ was most likely a form of daycare.
“It’s fortunate that the spell took away your cutie mark. How could you find your talent when you can barely see or hear?”
I cried lightly, no longer happy.
“What’s wrong?”
I just threw my front legs up and let them drop down, then gave in to a deep, unnatural, dreamless sleep.
She somehow managed to get me to the daycare, because when I woke up, I found myself face to face with Nurse Redlock.
“I know that’s you Knifer. I’d recognize you anywhere. You remember me?”
I slapped her with as much force as I could, which wasn’t even enough to move her head slightly.
“Apparently so. Want a cookie?”
I shook my head slowly, feeling abnormally tired.
I knew babies were supposed to sleep a lot, but I was as tired as I could get without passing out, and I had just woken up.
“No? Why not just a little nibble?”
I was adamant about not wanting the cookie.
“Alright then… just… scream or something if you need me.”
She walked away.
I looked about very poorly, just like how she is at caring for ponies.
I gave in to the exhaustion.
I woke up with wearing socks.
Stupid looking, fuzzy, green socks.
With what looked like a filly form of Luna snuggled up against me.
In fact, that’s exactly what it was.
I was a baby, made so by Luna.
She made herself a filly.
She was stalking me, most likely to make sure I’m safe, but there was the chance of some other reason.
One which was already filled by Seka.
I inched away slowly, unsure of how to react.
“Don’t go.”
I felt compelled by an outside force to go back, and the more I fought, the harder it was not to.
In the end, I inched back towards her.
“That’s a good baby…”
She turned her head and nuzzled my side.
“That spell I put on you, it wiped your mind, and will again in a few days, when your brain will be able to remember again, replacing it all with memories of your mother being dead and your father a terrible person, never having any siblings.”
She couldn’t have been closer to the truth.
Before I can go on, I need to add this insert, no matter how much I hate them.
My mother died in childbirth and my father was an abusive drunkard.
I ran away when I was six and quickly learned how to survive, going nomad style, and travelling across countries on foot and oceans on rafts.
It was a miracle that I survived.
Possibly because I was insane during that time due to abused, and ended up making friends with silverware.
I then went back home when I was in my twenties and found out my father had died a happy man shortly after I left.
I bought my old home, got a job, went and got a really good education, and began making silverware.
Then, after a particularly good business trip, I fell asleep in my house, and this occurred.
Back to the journal.
I needed to find a way to get someone to stop the memory wipe before it was too late.
But I felt a compulsion to stay next to Luna.
Until she disappeared.
I immediately scrabbled away from that location.
“Oh Knify, I’m here for you!”
It was Shy.
I made my way over to her as she came, and grabbed her leg while looking up at her with a ‘oh dear god please take me home’ face.
“What’s wrong?”
She brought up her leg and I crawled onto her back, then wrapped my forelegs around her neck.
She didn’t say anything, and instead just walked out and took me back to her home.
After being treated to a very rather decent bottle of milk and being tucked into bed, I went back to thinking.
After a while of thought, it hit me.
Of course Fable would be called back to Celestia for business, its effects were twofold.
Firstly, it would allow Celestia to get something done involving Fable.
More importantly, the only pony for miles who could let me keep my memory was most likely her.
I decided I was doomed to a life in this world, being raised all over again with Equestrian values, never returning home again, everything a waste.
I also decided one thing, one of, if not the most important things I ever chose during my stay in Equestria.
“I’m gonna be the most relentless bastard this world has ever met.”
I managed to say it.
I smiled properly for the first time in a long while, and slept.
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Nightmare Moon,Original Character,Princess Celestia,Princess Luna,Trixie,Human,Dark,Random,Romance,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Gore
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Currently Unnamed Journal
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"Human turned into pony and sent to Equestria" Clique done in a more line by line style.
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<p>Human turned into pony and sent to Equestria in a time about two generations after the current Mane six and must deal with it and his terrible luck. Also, Celestia effectively hates this human.<br/>And he wants revenge.<br/>And is a misanthrope.<br/>And obsessed with silverware.<br/>He can't understand any of these crazy ponies either.<br/>(It seems the Genre of the story keeps on shifting, must note this.)</p>
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2011-10-15T01:50:18+00:00
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2011-10-15T01:50:18+00:00
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The next few days followed a similar schedule, which was really boring.
I slowly re-developed my vocabulary, and my eye sight, my ability to walk also increased.
I also endlessly harassed every pony I met with a rubber mallet.
Don’t ask how I obtained it.
I also managed to lay near harmless traps, combine household chemicals, make several explosives, and I caused three stampedes.
That was only in two days.
But, on my last day of these memories for a long while, I was taken to a place I hadn’t truly been in for a long while
Sugarcube Corner.
“Shy, what are we doing here?”
“You’ll see.”
As I jumped off her back and walked through the door, I was surprised by confetti blasting in my face, the shock making me flinch back.
“That’s it? No hair stand?”
“Apparently not Seka, you can try again when I’m older.”
“About that…”
I groaned.
It was her, the one that caused all this.
“It’s the day. At the end of this party, the final part of the spell will begin. Enjoy it while you can.”
I would have put more here, but this memory was damaged somehow.
I did very much, for they managed to distract me from the future.
However, the hours ticked by, and it was time for it to end.
As I stood in front of Celestia, I looked up at her with Bambi Eyes.
“Any last words or requests?”
“Yes, actually. Firstly, tell me why you brought me here.”
“I thought you could finally defeat the Nightmare. Next question?”
“Why remove my memories?”
“Because I can’t send you back to your home, or else you will tell all about us, and with your memories you danger all of us.”
“Do you really know all?”
“The only thing I do not know is another ponies thoughts.”
“What kind of pony will I be?”
“When I brought you here, something happened. You were supposed to be a Unicorn, but somehow your horn was never made.”
This brought about a gasp from both Fable and Cerridwen.
“As a result I could not use magic?”
“Correct. You still will not be able to.”
“Why not just crush me under your hoof?”
“I thought of that, but I’d rather keep you alive for some reason.”
“May I chose who would be my adoptee mother?”
“Who?”
I looked behind me.
Chicha, Fable, Cerridwen, Seka, Shy, Blitz.
I looked back to Celestia.
Celestia, Luna.
I closed my eyes and looked down.
“Fwabble.”
I smiled.
“It is decided.”
I opened my eyes and looked back up.
“We are running out of time now. Any last words?”
“Yes Princess. They say that when you are close to death, your life flashes before your very eyes, causing all your memories to be played in moments.”
I waited a few moments before I continued.
“It is also said, that you cannot forget anything, it is merely pushed too far back into your mind to be able to recover it normally.”
“Anything else?”
“Why, now that I think about it, yes. Allow me to keep one thought.”
“And that might be?”
I remained silent, and merely thought this phrase.
‘I’m gonna be the most relentless bastard this world has ever met.’
I then suffered from Fill again, massive amounts of pain, and then nothing.
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Nightmare Moon,Original Character,Princess Celestia,Princess Luna,Trixie,Human,Dark,Random,Romance,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Gore
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Currently Unnamed Journal
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"Human turned into pony and sent to Equestria" Clique done in a more line by line style.
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hiatus
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<p>Human turned into pony and sent to Equestria in a time about two generations after the current Mane six and must deal with it and his terrible luck. Also, Celestia effectively hates this human.<br/>And he wants revenge.<br/>And is a misanthrope.<br/>And obsessed with silverware.<br/>He can't understand any of these crazy ponies either.<br/>(It seems the Genre of the story keeps on shifting, must note this.)</p>
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2011-10-15T23:33:51+00:00
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2011-10-15T23:33:51+00:00
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My name is Blondebolt.
I got adopted today by Fable, a nice Unicorn who lives in the town’s library.
The town is called Ponyville, and it seems a nice enough place.
It seems like she happens to be hiding something from me though, because I can’t go into the basement.
It’s probably nothing.
On the bright side, I’m going to school tomorrow!
It’s gonna be my first day!
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It’s my first day of school, I’m two years younger than everypony else in my class, but I’m just so smart and lively that they’re sending me early!
I hope nothing happens and goes wrong.
Nothing went wrong!
Everypony looked at me funny, walking up to the school house and being tiny compared to them, but I managed to take my stuff up with me and got a front row seat.
I’m sitting on the desk though, because I’m so small.
Well, I guess something somewhat bad did happen.
I got homework.
The paper kind where you write down answers.
I know them really easily, but the pencil is too big to fit in my mouth.
I’m currently using a type writer to make this
I wish I were a Unicorn.
Maybe I could do my work on this…
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Well, the teacher wasn’t upset, she understood the reason why.
Also, today during recess I got picked on.
The teacher had gone inside for a few minutes, and there was a circle formed around me and the big bully, so I bucked him in the chest.
I still think I was actually smiling as the blow connected with his chest.
I didn’t get in trouble, because everypony was too surprised and scared to tell her.
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When I got home today I cried a lot.
I found out I broke that bully’s rib and that he’ll be spending a long while in the hospital.
The teacher didn’t believe that I did it though, because I’m too little and weak, even after I admitted it.
I don’t know why, but it just felt, proper, natural.
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I asked Mommy why that was afterschool.
She told me to not worry about it, and promised that over the weekend we could go do something together.
I wish I knew my real mother.
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It’s Friday, Friday, gotta get down on Friday!
Everpony is looking forward to the weekend, weekend!
I don’t know what came over me.
I’m shunned by the kids at school because of a lot of reasons, mainly my age and how I broke that bully’s rib.
I finally got my teacher’s name today, BubblePop.
We also learned about Cutie Marks, something that appears on your flank and takes on an image of what you’re good at.
I’ll obviously be the last of my class to get one.
But I don’t care, it’s just because of my age.
Well, tomorrow Mommy and I are going somewhere, I wonder where?
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Mommy took me to a place called Canterlot.
It’s apparently the capital of Equestria.
Maybe I’ll get to see the Princesses!
Though I doubt it.
We’re staying in the last place I expected!
THE ROYAL PALACE ITSELF!
Apparently Mommy is the student of Celestia!
I wonder why she didn’t tell me?
Oh well, I get to see the Princesses all the time!
I played chess with Luna, and failed every game.
Even though she went easy on me.
Every time.
I even got to watch Mommy study!
I’m actually understanding it, something which somehow surprises the Princesses.
Some of it is just logical, like gravity, and inertia.
But some isn’t quite so, such as cells, and atoms.
I stupidly tried to use magic as well, despite how every source I’ve read says it can’t be done.
I did get a migraine though, something that shouldn’t happen.
For some reason, I had an urge to name it “Fill”
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Mommy somehow found out about my ‘experiments’ from yesterday and became curious.
She encouraged me to keep trying, even though I received what was effectively a negative reward every time.
Eventually, while Celestia was entering the dining room during lunch, something happened.
I managed to make a knife at the other end of the table go flying at high speeds.
It lodged itself into the wall next to Celestia, and I put on my best innocent look.
She didn’t care.
About the knife, that is.
The reporter that was with her was shocked that she gave me a lollypop.
However, that did not stop the migraine.
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Even as I type this, I have a large variety of metallic objects flying around me.
Most are made of copper and or aluminum, except for a few, which are made of ivory.
It seems to be easier to manipulate that, possibly due to how it is used in animal teeth, which are similar enough to bones for magic to flow through them easier.
Mommy is impressed how over night I managed to learn to mass the spell’s effect and control the migraines and focus it elsewhere.
I focused them into small spheres above my head that dissipate when I’m done.
I’m not allowed to use my magic unless I’m just around Mommy, Celestia, and or Luna.
They won’t let me use it when alone due to safety reasons.
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We went home today, and the first thing I did was grab a book on magic theories and start to read it.
More specifically, it was on magic theories in Earth Ponies.
I have no clue why, but I felt compelled to learn as much about this as I could.
I found nothing in that book that pointed towards a condition I am now calling “Hornless Unicorn Syndrome”
It appears to be either caused by being a non-Unicorn that can use magic, or being a Unicorn without a horn.
I’m betting what’s going on is the latter, because after doing extensive book based research I found that in order to cast magic, a specific part of the brain must be “wired” in a certain way.
In the front of the brain, heavily paired with the Prefrontal Cortex, is a mass of brain that comes out and should go through the skull, which should spiral up and mold around this piece of the brain.
Due to it having no name, I am calling it the Magi-Center for now.
I have found that, with the unknowing aid of Mommy, who I shall now call by her real name, Fable, for this paper, that this section of the brain focuses energy and thought into a tiny point on the tip of the Magi-Center, and then allows it to suffer from a controlled burst.
For a simple one shot spell, a single, low cost, high power burst is formed.
More complex, duration based spells however, require rapid bursts of at least ten per second, extremely low cost at first before it begins add up, with individual bursts being of low power.
Some spells break these rules however, such as teleporting spells, which continue to drain energy for a few moments after they were used, and the energy cost is based on distance traveled.
And Mommy just found out what I’m doing.
I’m typing this as I speak to her, and the conversation is going along the lines of…
“What it this?”
“Oh it’s just a research paper!”
“On what?”
“How magic appears to work.”
“That’s been stumping the greatest minds of all ponykind for centuries!”
“I might have figured it out?”
Yeah.
Well, she took what I wrote and made it a bit more organized, did a bit more research, and then made some edits in the margins.
We’ll be off to Canterlot again, but this time during the week!
I’m getting excused from classes for this too.
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I’m back in Canterlot, and Mommy took me back to Celestia.
Rather than Mommy showing it, I’m showing it, the piece of chalk having a large piece of ivory attached to the back to allow me to control it better.
I drew the inside of the skull of a unicorn and the side of their head, along with the brain.
I then wrote notes on each small section relating to my current hypothesis.
When I was done, Celestia was very impressed and recommended that I go to this school that she heads.
It’s for gifted Unicorns, and seeing how I’m supposed to be one it only makes sense.
But it’s in Canterlot, and since Mommy lives in Ponyville, I’d only be able to see her occasionally.
She’s supporting whichever choice I make.
Tomorrow I’m showing what I found to more professional ponies who have been studying this for years.
They’re most likely going to hate it though.
I just realized something.
My intelligence compared to my age is astronomically high, such that I am in fact going to skip to middle school level courses if I chose to stay at the school house.
But if I chose to go to Princess Celestia's School for Gifted Unicorns I’ll only skip three grades.
I’ll be about a year old, in classes with either twelve year olds or six year olds.
Either way it’ll be dangerous, but Celestia is watching.
I really can’t decide, and rolling dice isn’t a good idea.
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As I was showing off my Hypothesis to the professors, who at first scoffed at the idea a “Baby Earth Pony” could have my level of intelligence, towards the end they were having trouble with the fact that I didn’t have enough time to continue.
One even said “I do believe this child has just revolutionized the thinking of magic!”
Ironically, he was the one who hated the idea the most.
And most are still shocked over the fact that I was levitating a piece of chalk.
I’m being called “Professor Blondebolt” by the papers, which will publish the meeting in three days.
I voiced how I’d rather not be called a professor yet, but they wouldn’t hear it.
I was asked about my choice, and I decided to go with the School for Gifted Unicorns.
Firstly, I would be in less danger, for I read about middle school and how it could get dangerous.
I also felt I would get the better education here.
In fact, the only thing that delayed my choice was that I wouldn’t see Mommy too frequently.
Tomorrow will be my first day, and all my stuff has ivory in it.
I’ll show them all that just because I suffer from Hornless Unicorn Syndrome doesn’t mean I can’t be like them.
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I went to my first class today, walking beside Celestia the whole way.
Everypony was surprised at just about everything.
When I entered the class, everypony’s magic fizzled out and they froze up.
They just stared at me as I went to my desk at the front of the class and sat down on the top of it.
Celestia explained why she tricked the teachers about me, then left.
The class was silent as I organized my stuff.
I actually had to tell the teacher to get on with it.
During my sixth and last class, the teacher had the nerve to tell me to get out the moment I entered.
The first thing I did was head straight to the Main Offices and checked in.
Well, I tried.
I got told to get out as well.
So I did what they said.
I left the school for the rest of the day and went to the public gardens.
Nopony looked twice.
Celestia came to me while I was in the gardens and asked what was wrong.
So I told her.
I told her everything that happened that day after she left.
She told me everything would be alright.
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I had to take a day from school so Celestia could explain everything.
Again.
I decided to go against what she told me before and started practicing spells while she was gone.
I managed to start a small fire in my hoof, but it seems I’m best at telekinesis.
I did some studying and found that there has been a case of HUS, but it was disregarded as a myth.
I was also apparently moved to study purely under Celestia.
Those teachers sure are nasty.
I complained to one of the guards about how they were watching me like hawks.
he told me to quit my whining.
I then whined at him, saying “THIS IS WHINING, OH THERE’S NOT ENOUGH ROOM, THE COLORS ARE TOO BRIGHT, THE TEACHERS ARE TOO NASTY!”
He gave in and let me just talk however I wanted.
I rigged up a prank for Celestia.
I set a very thin, fragile wire up at a height where when she comes in, her horn will make it break, causing her to get drenched in freezing cold water.
She set off the trap.
What was even more hilarious than her getting drenched was how the bucket fell too, piercing itself on her horn, making it look like she was wearing it as a helmet.
She laughed, I laughed, the guards laughed.
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These new classes given by the Princess are harder, but more rewarding.
I’m being fed information as fast as I can learn it.
I like it.
Well, I was practicing a really powerful telekinesis spell, and managed to make something weird appear.
It looks like a big box with a black window on it, and an odd rope with metal prongs coming out of it.
Celestia is checking it out right now.
She decided to let me keep the box, and hooked it up to a magically powered generator.
I love it a lot, and it played weird moving images with odd aliens on it.
They speak our language.
Some look more like they’re drawn, some more like real life.
I particularly like the show “Spongebob” despite how much they do stuff that obviously breaks reality.
It’s hilarious.
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I don’t know why, but some random stranger tried to kill me today.
Fortunately, he was an idiot and attacked me with a knife made of copper.
I turned the tables on him and got him first.
He didn’t move after that.
The body was quickly removed, and now everypony is scared of me.
Even Celestia is worried, not for me, but about me.
I’m worried.
I killed somepony.
They tried to kill me, true, but still.
I think it’s best if I just disappear for a while.
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Apparently one cannot hide from Celestia.
She found me in moments, even though I was behind the book cases.
I tried to duplicate my spell mishap from earlier, and somehow made Celestia herself appear in front of me.
She was amused.
I was confused.
I tried it again while under her supervision, and managed to make another one of those odd boxes appear.
She sent that one for research.
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Mommy heard about what happened and came over to see if I was okay.
I managed to assure her nothing was wrong.
After Mommy left I got surrounded by reporters who wanted to interview me on how I’m so smart.
I panicked and ended up appearing on Celestia’s head.
Again, she was amused.
The reporters managed to ambush me and put some sort of anti-magic field around me.
I don’t know why, but I just went limp.
I think that might be my response to panic.
The guard came and got the reporters away until they could take me back to my room.
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Something happened.
Rather than just moving the small sphere, which should have been a trivial task, I made it explode into many small pieces, sending shrapnel everywhere.
My magic is very wild and untamed it seems, I can direct it, but not control it.
I screwed up big time.
Instead of simply cutting some bread, the knife flew at and impaled itself into Luna’s leg.
She’s going to be okay, but still, I can’t help but wonder if I’m going to get sent to the moon.
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I’m starting to have really strange dreams where I’m some odd bipedal creature and I’m amongst other bipedal creatures.
I think I heard Mommy talking to Celestia and Luna.
They were saying something about how I shouldn’t be able to use magic because of how that part of my brain isn’t developed enough.
That leads me to believe the part of the Magi-Center in the horn is the part that focuses the spell, while the rest merely allows it to be cast.
This also leads me to believe that my brain is developed far beyond normal.
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I spent all night watching the box, and fell asleep at one point.
When I woke up Mommy was next to me, sleeping with me.
I nuzzled her a bit before I fell asleep again.
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When I woke up I heard Mommy and Celestia talking about how I’m “Just so innocent.”
I still remember how it went.
“He’s just so innocent, it’s hard to believe that it’s been about twenty two days, just over three weeks.”
“I know, Celestia, I can’t believe that he used to be so against the ideas of our society. Now we can raise him the Equestrian way. Things will be better for him.”
“Perhaps I made the wrong choice?”
“No.”
“No?”
“You didn’t. This is the best thing, his skill set that the Nightmare wanted is gone. If we can teach him to control his magic, he’ll be the most powerful magic user since…”
“…Twilight Sparkle.”
“He may be better.”
“I hope not. If he is, I’ll have to do the unthinkable.”
“Neutralize his magic.”
They both left the room after this.
I confronted my Mommy about this.
She denied everything.
I confronted Celestia.
She denied everything.
I confronted my dinner.
It denied everything.
I confronted the reporters that swarmed me.
They looked at me in confusion.
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Zyggy
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1469
| 9 |
Nightmare Moon,Original Character,Princess Celestia,Princess Luna,Trixie,Human,Dark,Random,Romance,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Gore
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Currently Unnamed Journal
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"Human turned into pony and sent to Equestria" Clique done in a more line by line style.
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hiatus
| 24 | 15 |
<p>Human turned into pony and sent to Equestria in a time about two generations after the current Mane six and must deal with it and his terrible luck. Also, Celestia effectively hates this human.<br/>And he wants revenge.<br/>And is a misanthrope.<br/>And obsessed with silverware.<br/>He can't understand any of these crazy ponies either.<br/>(It seems the Genre of the story keeps on shifting, must note this.)</p>
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teen
|
2011-10-17T19:52:36+00:00
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2011-10-17T19:52:36+00:00
| 2,027 |
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I’ve developed some slight anger issues.
And by slight, I mean ‘I tried to murder Celestia.’
I’m now alone in my room, the generator for the box removed.
Celestia came in to see if I had calmed down.
I would be lying if I did anything but try to maim her.
She had to restrain me to my own bed.
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I’m now going through mood swings and I’m remembering things that didn’t happen.
I told Celestia, and she told me that I just have a very active imagination.
I highly doubt it.
It was mid-lesson when a major mood swing hit me.
I just broke into tears, and when Celestia came over to me and help me re-balance my emotions, I almost killed her.
I got put in a small cage, stuffed into my room, and left in there.
I heard the guards talking about how she had never been so frustrated with anypony for years.
I started thinking, and quickly figured a makeshift teleport spell.
I had only a rough ability to chose the location, because it was so hastily made.
I used it.
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I just woke up after my teleport spell in my old bed.
Mommy said I hurt my leg and that it’ll take a few days for it to heal.
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Mommy asked me what happened, so I told her.
She seemed worried for me.
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Celestia came today, and I swear if Mommy weren’t around I would be on the moon or worse.
I feel like I just got hit by a buffalo.
Correction.
Feel like I just got hit by a stampede of buffalo.
Correction.
Five stampedes.
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When I woke up Celestia was looking down at me.
I was frightened.
So much that I ended up smacking her in the face with my hoof.
I’m doomed.
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Yeah, I’m seriously doomed.
I recovered and the first thing that happened was a botched teleportation spell.
I’m now somewhere in a cave.
I used a makeshift location spell and found I’m inside the mountain Canterlot is on.
Inside a huge cave with no way out.
Fortunately there are many little tunnels that allow air in and out.
After making many mobile light spells I found that the cave is full of moss, grass, a few trees, a large lake or pond, and some small animals like mice and rabbits.
I read somewhere that ponies can eat meat if they have to, but too much is bad for them.
I now know how to survive.
And yes my typewriter followed me through, along with it’s bottomless supply of paper and ink.
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I fashioned a spear using rocks and wood.
Now I can hunt and fight back if needed.
This is going to be the greatest test I’ve ever gone through.
I found out that the trees grow to full size in hours.
This is going to help.
I managed to make a fire and summon a pot, I’m using it decontaminate the water and cook food.
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This moss isn’t all that bad.
Mouse plus moss plus fire equals yummy.
I wrote a ‘help me’ letter and sent it out of the cave.
I hope someone finds it soon.
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I made myself a proper shelter using wood.
And by proper, I mean ‘I made a small log cabin’
I took some stones to make a fireplace, so I can keep warm while asleep.
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I got bored.
And by bored, I mean ‘so bored I made a town in here’ so HA!
I think I’m starting to snap already.
I got my first resident!
Somehow.
It’s another pony who calls themselves ‘Shade’
Her cutie mark is some sort of shadow.
She has wings.
And a horn.
I asked Shade about her wings and horn, and she said she’s been alive since the time of Celestia.
I asked her how good she was at magic, and she said she’s horrible.
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Finally some action!
Turns out the cave is full of evil zombie ponies that attack at night, and it’s only been luck that I didn’t get killed.
I stay in my shelter at night, and Shade tells me when it’s day from her shelter.
It happens to be near one of the vents in the east.
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Last night was hell.
I found out that zombie hide is incredibly durable, and thus I made some armor out of it.
I’m a little disturbed, but it works.
It saved me twice now.
I just realized how absurd this is.
I’m a bit over a year old, and I’m fighting against zombies.
Fortunately have a near god on my side.
But still, it’s a little crazy.
I made myself several more spears and went on a zombie killing spree.
It was hilarious.
I must have gotten at least four of five dozen of them.
I’m using their flesh for a lot of things, mostly clothing, but also softer flooring and actual blankets and sheets.
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Shade showed me how her lack of magic is balanced by her knowledge of necromancy.
She took a large number of dead zombies and gave them their spirits back, to which they were thankful.
Now we have a small village, so even if we aren’t found, we can at least survive.
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We decided to make a government system.
I decided the people have a say in the matter, although Shade and I have one more say each.
The people agreed.
We work by day, and take guard shifts at night.
It seems the zombies don’t want the living, they’re just mindless automatons that attack anything they don’t recognize as an ally.
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We had our first village meeting today, and decided to call the town ‘Cavelattice’
It wasn’t my idea, but I like it.
We got a few basic laws in place.
Law Article One: Basic Rights.
1: Right to carry and wield weapons.
2: Right to property.
3: Right to Banish the Hostile Undeath.
4: Right to vote.
5: Right to peaceful protest.
6: Right to any belief system.
7: Right to family.
8: Right to hold office.
9: Right to learn and practice necromancy and magic.
These are the Nine Basic Rights of any citizen of Cavelattice.
Those who are not citizens (However unlikely we are to be found) have rights 1,2,3,5,6, and 7.
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We made more homes, many on top of one another.
This will allow more people.
I finally got a response to my letter from just over a week ago.
“What seems to be the problem?”
I called a meeting and everypony agreed to alert about the situation.
So I sent out a message telling them about the zombies and how we are in the mountain itself.
We got one saying help would come in about a week.
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The attacks have gotten worse ever since yesterday.
The guard force is up and more citizens are being made.
We decided to use the natural height of the cave to our advantage, and are building tall, stable dwellings.
I love these screwed up trees.
We had our very first casualty, which was quickly undone via necromancy.
Everypony except Shade is confused as to why I’m laughing.
I told them about how necromancy is letting us not truly die.
Then they began to laugh.
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It’s been almost two weeks of being trapped in here.
Forty one days since my adoption.
I miss Mommy.
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We found some explosive dust in here.
I have an idea that might work.
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My idea worked.
I made a large, stationary projectile weapon that fires clumps of rocks at high speed, shredding the zombie to pieces.
It rotates on a base that has its center in the ground, and then another axis that allows the cannon part to be aimed up and down.
The shot is propelled by the blast of the explosive powder.
It’s only to be used when needed though, because it destroys the corpse, which could be used for new ponies or for material, and because it uses a rare material.
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I haven’t seen Shade all day.
I’m worried about her.
We finally managed to make a wall around the village.
It’s made of wood and stone, should be able to last a beating.
Shade returned.
She said she had to check for where they were coming from.
She couldn’t find it.
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Sometime tomorrow we should be getting help.
Nothing else to report.
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Help came in the way of about twenty-nine royal guard teleporting in.
The moment the light reached us Shade said she had some business to do involving necromancy, and went into her house.
Five of the citizens and I rushed over to the guard and brought them to the settlement.
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The guard said they needed to wait a while before they could start teleporting all of us out.
The citizens agreed to send small numbers out, groups of three or four at a time.
Shade and I would be the last.
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An eight at a time.
Once each night, after the attacks.
Just over one more week
Eventually the zombies will be blocked off and this village will be an Equestrian one.
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Nothing to report.
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I wonder what is happening to our citizens as they leave, they are zombies themselves.
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We are at half strength now.
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We gave up half the town, going to have to stick to the higher buildings.
Better build bridges.
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Bridges built.
Lower ground given.
Everypony wants out soon.
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Tomorrow there will just be Shade, two guard, and I.
Let’s hope that’s enough to get us out.
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It worked.
Cavelattice is a zombie town, but that’s better than us dead.
I’m going through a test tomorrow to see if I’m insane.
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I would put the questions here, but there were hundreds.
In the end though, I failed.
I’m officially insane even though I’m clearly not.
Screw you world.
Also, they took my armor and stuff.
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Fifty-seven days since I was adopted.
I ran to Mommy and latched onto her leg the moment I saw her.
I still haven’t let go.
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Mommy made me let go.
The moment she set me down I latched on again.
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I finally let go.
I haven’t seen Shade for days.
I’m worried.
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I started schooling again.
Under Celestia.
Again.
I don’t think they’re thinking.
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Day went by just fine.
Until the end of it.
Then my mane burst into flames.
Damn fire spell.
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It seems proximity to Celestia is what’s causing my sudden shifts in mood.
More is going on than they are saying.
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I told Celestia of what I found.
With a letter.
She is now testing it.
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Yep.
Everytime she passes by, I become violent.
Everytime.
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I over heard the Princesses talking about doing a total mind wipe and ditching me in the forest.
It’s time to show them what I can really do.
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I’m writing this even as the castle burns.
It’s very pretty.
Oh fine, it’s only a small model about as big as my head.
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Since I didn’t leave my room yesterday, Celestia came to see what happened.
I left hoof prints on the windowsill.
She panicked so much.
I then quickly slit her throat.
Alright, it was just a doll of her.
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Luna’s corpse is at my feet, her skull crunching in my head.
The guards are burning to cinders and the dragons are drowning.
Dammit I can’t keep this up for long.
Stupid dolls.
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THE WHOLE WORLD IS IN CINDERS MUHAHAAHAHAHAHHAAHA!!!!!
I give up.
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I came out of my room for the first time in four or so days.
This time Luna was on fire.
And I didn’t do it.
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How long has she been on fire?
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THE FLAMES OF RAGE SHALL BURN!
Why am I at this again?
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I over heard Mommy and Celestia again.
“We need to Celestia.”
“Give him another day to atone.”
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I didn’t go down without a fight.
They tried to make me really young again(?) and they get hurt.
Badly.
In fact, they don’t have me.
At all.
I’m off somewhere in space.
Seriously.
I’m clutching to my typewriter as I speak.
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It’s been five I GIVE UP.
I’m actually stuck in another cage in my room.
Not anymore.
Now I’m at the mercy of somepony.
Haven’t seen them yet.
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It’s Shade!
She said she’s “Returning me to my full power!”
Whatever that means.
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I’ve got a skull splitting headache in my forehead.
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I think I’m dead.
All I can see is a bright light and my typewriter.
Why won’t this thing go away?
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The light is dimming, and by my estimations it’ll be gone by tomorrow morning.
I can feel myself being fed, even though I can’t see it.
This is disconcerting.
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I could see properly again, and the first thing I did was look in a mirror, helpfully placed above my head.
There is a large sore where my horn should be.
I also noticed i'm in a normal cave.
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I started walking again, and damn it’s hard.
This migraine, Fil as I’m calling it, hurts.
A lot.
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Shade started referring to me as Knifer, saying it will resurrect something in me that will help me be my best.
She referred to it as a “Magical lock”
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Fil is gone.
So is Shade.
She left a note saying “You’re on your own for now kid.”
To hell with her.
To hell with Celestia.
To hell with Fable.
I can survive.
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I can’t survive.
I just got attacked by a manticore, and right now I’m hiding in a tree.
This typewriter is following me I swear.
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Mommy found me.
I clung to her leg the entire way home.
I’m not going to get beaten by that spell though.
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Mommy called me Knifer by accident for some reason, and my head hurts really bad now.
I feel ill.
If I don’t make it through this, remember, my name is Blondebolt, and I’m not even two years old.
This journal has been kept for eighty six days.
Nearly three months.
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Zyggy
|
1469
| 10 |
Nightmare Moon,Original Character,Princess Celestia,Princess Luna,Trixie,Human,Dark,Random,Romance,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Gore
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Currently Unnamed Journal
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"Human turned into pony and sent to Equestria" Clique done in a more line by line style.
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hiatus
| 24 | 15 |
<p>Human turned into pony and sent to Equestria in a time about two generations after the current Mane six and must deal with it and his terrible luck. Also, Celestia effectively hates this human.<br/>And he wants revenge.<br/>And is a misanthrope.<br/>And obsessed with silverware.<br/>He can't understand any of these crazy ponies either.<br/>(It seems the Genre of the story keeps on shifting, must note this.)</p>
|
teen
|
2011-10-31T02:59:40+00:00
|
2011-10-31T02:59:40+00:00
| 1,188 |
I feel terrible.
And by terrible, I mean dead.
Seriously, I’m a ghost.
And yes, I’m Knifer.
Not Blondebolt.
Knifer.
I did read his stuff though, and I must say I would not have found the time to do that.
I’ve been him for about three months.
Three.
Months.
This is worse than the mental clinic, because at least there I was me.
Fable came in, and the moment she saw I wasn’t breathing she rushed over.
“Fable, don’t worry, I’m here.”
She couldn’t hear me.
She was about to leave when I got an idea.
Because I still walked on the floor and get stopped by the walls, I knocked over a book.
She froze and slowly turned her head.
I grabbed a pencil and wrote on a piece of parchment ‘Hey Fable, I’m here.’
“Knifer?”
‘Yes.’
“How? Where?”
‘I don’t know, sitting on the stool.’
She rushed over to me and felt the air around the stool, then hugged me when she found I was physical.
She then started crying.
I turned and nuzzled her neck.
“Fable?”
I looked over her shoulder and saw Steve.
“What’s wrong?”
Steve rushed over, and the moment he saw I was dead, he turned to Fable, and was even more shocked by the fact that she was hugging nothing.
“Fable?”
She just looked at him and motioned for him to come over.
He felt around where I was, and panicked the moment he felt me.
“I’m g-gonna get the other Fable!”
I closed my eyes as he left.
I opened them again and found myself in a bed, the covers over me.
Fable was sitting down on the floor next to me, still crying.
I realized I was in the basement again.
“Hey, Fable?”
I turned my head slightly and saw Seka at the top of the stairs.
Her hair was straight and she looked very sad.
Fable wasn’t responding, so Seka came down.
“You okay?”
When Seka got in range I prodded her with my hoof.
“What the… KNIFY!”
She pounced me with pinpoint accuracy and pinned me to the bed.
Her hair had become poofy again.
“OH I MISSED YOU SO MUCH AND EVEN THOU-”
I shoved my hoof into her mouth, silencing her.
“MHMPHMHMHPPHM!!!!”
I pushed her off me and let her slide off the bed.
I then rolled onto my underside and tried to sleep again.
It worked, and I found myself being jostled awake by Fable.
She got over my death, and seemed somewhat happy.
“Do you want to attend your funeral?”
I responded by taking a quill, some ink, and a piece of parchment, then I wrote a few simple words.
‘No, save me instead.’
“How could… We could swap the body and find out ways to bring you back… Brilliant Knifer!”
I smiled.
“Hold up, I need to try something.”
Her horn glowed, and she looked right at me.
I set down everything and went around her.
Her gaze followed.
“It works.”
She went upstairs, and I followed.
I saw my body in a small coffin, and watched as Fable copied the body with a spell, the swapped the two.
She then put my original body on my back.
I carried it downstairs, she followed.
I grunted as she lifted it off me and set it down in a spare bed, putting it under the blanket peacefully.
No signs of rot were there, and she casted a spell.
“Your body will no longer rot Knifer. It’s hard to believe you’ve been in Equestria for over a third of the year. Winter Wrap up is approaching. I know you don’t know what it is. It’s a time when we clean up winter. You never got to enjoy it. It’s your favorite season, isn’t it?”
She couldn’t have been closer to the truth.
I walked over next to her, sat down, and gently tapped her side.
She leaned against me, then sighed.
“And now you might never get back home to your friends and family. Do you have any?”
I put my head on her shoulder and shook it.
“No? Sad…”
I shrugged.
“We ponies tend to burst into song on holidays.”
I gave the stereotypical ‘OH CRAP!’ reaction and jumped.
However, my time spend as Blondebolt changed how this universe effected me, and I leapt high into the air, only to fall back down after waiting a few seconds at the peak of the jump.
I hit the ground with a soft thud instead of the anticipated pain.
“What are you supposed to be anyway?”
I actually had to think back about it, and was disturbed at what I found.
I no longer had memories of before I arrived in Equestria.
I was quick to alert her to this with writing.
“No…”
It had been a long time since I moved.
I found it much easier now that I was dead.
But I chose to move, and did so without so much as a sound, easily going past the now frantically searching Fable and to the door.
I pushed it open slowly and stepped outside, then shut it.
The sky was red, white streaks going through it, and I saw ponies acting like nothing was different.
I carefully moved between the ponies, not touching a single one.
I checked the sky frequently, and found that the further I got from my body, the clearer it became.
I also found that I couldn’t leave Ponyville.
Literally, there was a giant invisible wall.
And past that nothing existed.
Just sheer shadows and nothing.
However, there was a path heading straight for Sweet Apple Acres, and another one along the road to Canterlot, which had its own “Bubble” of light.
I turned and went to the Carousel Boutique, hoping to find Cerridwen there.
I entered the store.
Fortunately, only Cerridwen was there.
“I’ll be there in a moment, now who… is this a joke?”
I decided to mess with her for a while.
“Okay then…”
She turned back to her work, and I took action.
I silently moved her stands around into a cult style position around a table, draping cloth over each of them, and putting one on its side on the table.
I then took a small knife from a drawer and set it on the sideways pony stand.
Then I made a small thud from behind the ‘cult’ of pony stands.
When Cerridwen turned around, her reaction was priceless.
She fainted instantly.
Being the somewhat good pony I am, I took her up into her room on my back, the only way I could.
I saw the inside of it for the first time.
It was much like the first floor, only smaller, with what appeared to be another work place, this one more specialized.
I set her on the absurdly expensive looking bed and resisted the urge to climb in as well.
Instead, I took a quill, some ink, and some parchment, then wrote a short message.
“Sorry about that, couldn’t resist. Your ghostly friend (and hopefully back to life soon), Knifer.”
I the set the message down, capped the ink, and set the quill on the bottom of the message, then left.
I just walked around randomly, enjoying the winter and all that was cold and white, taking in the cool winter air, enjoying the slight chill, happily passing those who wore jackets to keep warm.
Even if I weren’t dead I’d be happily bouncing along, without any clothing.
Due to being a pony.
If I were human I would wear shorts and a t-shirt.
I stayed outside, even as the sun set and the moon came.
Oddly enough, the nasty looking sky left as the sun went down, leaving a beautiful clear starry night, with a full moon that looked ripe for the picking.
I hadn’t been that peaceful for years.
“I could just be washed away into the sky.”
I had begun to talk to myself.
I then looked side to side, at the beautiful, dark, cold world.
Everyone was staring straight at me.
I moved a bit, and their gaze followed.
“Let me guess, you can hear me too?”
They all nodded slowly.
“In that case, boo.”
None of them fled, and instead one chose to approach me.
It was the Pegasus mare with the odd eyes.
“Who and what are you?”
The voice was so much like that of a young child, I couldn’t help but laugh.
“Knifer, dead. Most likely a ghost. Apparently moonlight makes me exist more clearly.”
She smiled and came over next to me, then sat down.
“It’s a beautiful night, isn’t it?”
I just nodded.
I felt her leaning on me.
“I’m Derpy Doo.”
“Knife to meet you.”
This caused a strained laugh from the crowd.
I turned my head to look over my shoulder and glared for a moment.
This caused the crowd to disperse.
I turned my head back to the moon, enjoying the dark and light’s constant struggle.
We just sat there, barely moving, for what must have been hours.
She had fallen asleep against me.
The sun and moon swapped places, and I faded from view, but did not move.
Doo opened her eyes and found herself ‘floating’ somewhat, so she put herself upright.
“Thank you for the company.”
She then flew off, presumably to work.
I stayed there for more hours, ponies passing me, but never walking right into me.
One did come close, however.
In all the time I’ve been alive, I had never been more at peace.
The cold, being dead, and the fact that I had just been comforted, all added up into one big surge of calm.
Like a river flowing faster in the spring due to snow melting.
It was night again, and I hadn’t moved.
I watched as Doo came up and sat down next to me again.
“You know, for the town ghost, you aren’t doing very much haunting.”
As I fully came into view, I smiled and slowly replied.
“Well, I’m not into… Haunting. I’m only interested in one thing, as of now. Life.”
There was a small giggle.
“You’re funny.”
I sighed very loudly before shifting from my spot, moving closer to Doo.
“Ms. Doo. I am very upset. I’ve been in Equestria for all of five or so months, and have been trying to get home.”
“Why don’t you just, I dunno, leave?”
“Firstly, I can’t go anywhere but Ponyville, Canterlot, and Sweet Apple Acres as a ghost. Secondly, every time I tried I was stopped by a person or an event.”
Doo turned her head to face me, her eyes all wonky.
Her tongue was sticking out slightly.
“Silly ghostie, if you can go to Canterlot, what’s stopping you from seeing Celestia?”
“Not being able to phase through walls…”
Talking was very difficult when her eyes rotated everywhere, as though she was trying to hypnotize me.
“Stare into my eyes, calm yourself. Being calm always helps!”
Against my better judgment, I did so.
I was immediately entranced.
“Come with me, let’s talk about you.”
She stood up and began to walk.
I followed close behind her.
“Firstly, what are you doing in Equestria?”
“I woke up somewhere outside Ponyville in a body that wasn’t mine, and not of my species.”
“What were you doing before that?”
“I can’t remember anymore, it’s weird.”
“Can you give a brief summary of what you did in your stay here in Equestria?”
“Wake up, go to Ponyville, stay at Seka’s, piss off Celestia, fall off balcony, nearly die, go insane, get sent to mental clinic, recover on my own, get taken in by Fable, hunt down Celestia, get given over to Luna, turned into child, given to Fable, punished with stupid chores, get possessed, get turned into baby to get saved, get mind wiped, spend three months as some other pony, wake up dead.”
“Interesting… Have you been diagnosed as insane before, not counting the balcony accident?”
“If I have been, I wouldn’t remember.”
She stopped suddenly, causing me to smash into her flank.
She then got walking again, and I hobbled after her, rubbing my head.
“Why…”
“To see if you were paying attention.”
“Of course…”
I moved over to the right a few feet so that wouldn’t happen again.
“Do you like muffins?”
“Depends. Chocolate is great.”
“Would you like me to bring some tomorrow?”
“I don’t think I can eat while dead.”
“You can try.”
“Ah hell, I’m not getting out of this, am I?”
“Nope!”
“At least nobody-”
“Nopony, if you want to fit in, talk like we do.”
“Fine. At least noPO NY called some ghost catching group on me.”
We stopped in front of a small house, one story tall.
Ms. Doo opened the door, and motioned for me to enter.
The moment I did so, I faded out of sight.
Thus I quickly found a small towel on myself.
“There you are! Now then, I know you can’t talk, so I got you something.”
She slowly opened a box, and brought out a chalkboard, on that was small and fit around the neck with a rope.
“There, now you don’t have to worry about not being able to be found or heard!”
I carefully put my head through the hole formed by the board and rope, then moved it up.
It fit like a charm.
“Great!”
She then dove back into the box, and brought out a package of chalk and an eraser for the board.
I took both in my mouth.
“Go on, write something.”
I walked over to the table, set down the eraser, opened the package of chalk, grabbed a piece in my mouth, and carefully wrote “Hi” on it.
“Great!”
I fumbled as I swapped the chalk and the eraser.
“Maybe this wasn’t the most efficient idea…”
I erased the writing, grabbed all the chalk in my mouth, and shook my head, the board swaying with delay.
I turned and left, leaving her thinking of another way to help.
I went to the closest place I could call a home.
I pushed open the library door, smiling as I faded from sight.
The basement door was open, so I went in.
Fable was down there, but so were three ponies I didn’t recognize.
They all wore lime colored jackets and goggles, and all three had ghost based Cutie Marks.
I went past them all, setting everything down on a table.
“Knifer…”
It was Fable.
“What is it?”
I turned and the pony on the left, a stallion of grey coat and mane stepped forwards.
“We are here to help you with your little problem.”
I was startled at this.
“And that might be?”
“Ze death.”
Again I was startled.
“How can you hear me?”
I moved and all three of these odd ponies moved their heads to follow
“How can you see me?”
“Ze googles.”
“I thought they did nothing!”
“Ha ha ha no. Of course zey do zomething!”
The one on the right stepped forwards. She was a dark green in coloration for mane, coat and tail.
“Cut the chit chat. Listen ghost…”
“Knifer.”
“Knifer… We’re here to make you move on to the afterlife.”
“I refuse this discussion is over good day to you sir.”
I went around them and went up the stairs, ignoring their pleas.
After leaving the library I went straight to Sugarcube Corner.
I went through the doors, up the stairs, and sat down beside Seka, who was sitting at the table, her head held over a cake.
“Oh Knify, what should I do? Everypony now hates me or is scared of me.”
I leaned against her, startling her for a moment, but she quickly understood what was going on.
I was instantly hugged very, very tightly, and if I were alive I would have suffocated.
But I wasn’t, so I didn’t.
“I have JUST the idea!”
She suddenly ceased to exist where she was for a half a moment, and then was back there again.
Then the cake was gone, and in its place was a detailed plan for something overly complex that used far too much pony lingo to understand.
It looked like it was a cannon.
“How about we shoot you into your body?”
I had a different idea.
I grabbed a nearby pen, and wrote on the paper a short few words.
“Or go see Celestia. Uh… okay… Whatever you want?”
Without warning I was locked in a kiss.
Her aim was dead on with my lips.
It was some minutes later when she let go.
“Hurry back soon!”
I quickly ran out of the room through the balcony and jumped off.
Hitting the ground hurt, but nothing more.
I made my way back to where I first really met Ms Doo and waited for nightfall.
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Zyggy
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1469
| 11 |
Nightmare Moon,Original Character,Princess Celestia,Princess Luna,Trixie,Human,Dark,Random,Romance,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Gore
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Currently Unnamed Journal
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"Human turned into pony and sent to Equestria" Clique done in a more line by line style.
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hiatus
| 24 | 15 |
<p>Human turned into pony and sent to Equestria in a time about two generations after the current Mane six and must deal with it and his terrible luck. Also, Celestia effectively hates this human.<br/>And he wants revenge.<br/>And is a misanthrope.<br/>And obsessed with silverware.<br/>He can't understand any of these crazy ponies either.<br/>(It seems the Genre of the story keeps on shifting, must note this.)</p>
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teen
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2011-11-03T23:25:48+00:00
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2011-11-03T23:25:48+00:00
| 1,172 |
I, Fable, Chicha, Cerridwen, Shy, and Blitz have decided to, while Knify is a ghost, record what we think about him. Not quite sure why.
I love him for some reason, and to see him go would make me very sad, as it has done before. I’m sorry about trying to kill him, I was just so shocked about seeing him that I lost it. I was furious at them for hiding him for longer. When he became a child I wanted to be his adopting mother. I really do want him forever.
I find this past he isn’t telling us about interesting, so I’m planning on finding a way to make him tell it. If I could learn more about his past I might be able to give him what he wants. I also miss my little Bolt, he was so young and intelligent, even if he was a little insane, and I’d give up the chance to learn more about Knifer to get Bolt back.
Personally I cannot say anything about him beyond how he sticks to his word and is remarkably strong willed. Polite to me too.
He needs to become more socially fit and stop thinking about what he cannot achieve. First off, he needs to have his mane and tail cut shorter, and he should think about moving on to the afterlife.
He is far too tenacious for his own good, and seems to be slightly unaware of our history. As full of surprises as he is, his mind is set on two predictable goals. Revenge and returning home.
(Well, I guess you could think about and tell me what you think of me, given how these girls already did so. Why did I include this anyways? Know what, also tell me of what you think of Blondebolt and which of us your prefer. Maybe even why. Now I’m going to get fan mail I bet. Should’ve thought this through.)
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Zyggy
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1469
| 12 |
Nightmare Moon,Original Character,Princess Celestia,Princess Luna,Trixie,Human,Dark,Random,Romance,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Gore
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Currently Unnamed Journal
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"Human turned into pony and sent to Equestria" Clique done in a more line by line style.
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hiatus
| 24 | 15 |
<p>Human turned into pony and sent to Equestria in a time about two generations after the current Mane six and must deal with it and his terrible luck. Also, Celestia effectively hates this human.<br/>And he wants revenge.<br/>And is a misanthrope.<br/>And obsessed with silverware.<br/>He can't understand any of these crazy ponies either.<br/>(It seems the Genre of the story keeps on shifting, must note this.)</p>
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teen
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2011-11-07T01:43:02+00:00
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2011-11-07T01:43:02+00:00
| 1,751 |
The moon came up and sure as clock work Ms. Doo arrived.
“I’m going on a trip to Canterlot.”
She opened her mouth to speak, but I quickly interrupted.
“By myself. I’m off in the morning.”
“Why?”
“Because, I need to speak with Celestia. I have not planned a thing other than that. I am prepared for the worst. I will not be taking luggage. Alert the others. Until the morn comes I shall be somewhere that shall not be revealed.”
I stood up and walked to where I woke up all those months ago.
I reached the site and sat down there.
I continued to allow gravity to pull me down as I thought about everything.
I couldn’t decide if it was worth it.
When I got to Celestia something would happen, and one side would perish.
There were at least two sides, but then again the Nightmare could come out and make three.
Add Luna and there could be a fourth.
And if she managed to bring Blondebolt out and into a body there would be a fifth side.
I thought about giving up, but every time a single thought went through my head, one which I voiced out loud.
“I’m gonna be the most relentless bastard this world has ever met.”
This one sentence, this one phrase, it became my savior.
I forced myself up, and just as the sun rose I walked to Canterlot, my steps forceful.
I reached Canterlot after a day’s travel, and waited until morning for the sun to rise so I could hide.
When it rose I faded from sight, and silently entered.
I hunted down the palace and entered, slowly making my way through the halls, avoiding Unicorns.
Again I made it to Celestia.
She could not see me.
She was asleep.
I made my way over to the bed, and slapped her across the face.
She awoke with a fright in the middle of the light to find that her horrors had come true.
“No… LUNA!”
A bright flash of light later and the room had another pony in it.
“What’s wrong?”
“There is something in here…”
The room was filled with moonlight, and both of the Princesses turned to face me, shock on their faces.
“SURPRISE BITCHES!”
I instantly reared up and ensued maniacal laughter.
“BUT YOU DIED!”
“Not so Bitchestia!”
I suddenly stopped laughing, became serious, dropped onto the floor and sat there, then slowly opened my mouth.
“I refused to move on. You’re both goddesses, fix it.”
Luna shook her head.
“Only power wise, we can’t bring life back.”
“But I’m not truly dead.”
“Your body is.”
“All of you shut up.”
Simultaneously we turned to a figure that matched the description of Shade.
“Allow the one that knows Necromancy to explain it. Knifer, you cannot be put back in your body without a rare crystal known as the Philosopher’s Stone. I used to have one in my possession, before it was stolen by a cloud of smoke. Your friends will have to travel far south to get one, before the weather change destroys your body.”
“Wow, cliché plot line much?”
She then disappeared.
Not teleport.
She simply ceased to exist.
I turned to the now frightened Celestia and Luna.
“Well?”
Celestia turned to face me.
“I… I… I’m sorry.”
I slapped her across the face.
“Don’t be. The past is the past and being sorry will never change it. Only actions, regardless of what kind, will change anything. You want to show you’re sorry? Help out and help in finding the Stone.”
“I’ll send a letter to Fable and begin research…”
“I’ll be off then Princess, unless you would miss us?”
“Stop rhyming and let me think.”
I smiled and left to go back to Ponyville.
I arrived at night, and I went straight to the library.
I went down into the basement, got on the type writer, and worked.
An hour passed, and a letter landed on my head.
I opened it and read it.
“I can’t bring you back, but I might be able to bring back Blondebolt. Come back to the Palace soon with Fable.”
I closed the letter and went back to work on this journal, smiling all the while.
The sun rose and Fable barged through the door and down the stairs, then pinned me to the ground.
“Don’t leave like that AGAIN.”
I smacked her in the face with the letter.
She took it and began to read, not releasing me from her clutch.
“Tomorrow night, no sooner.”
Her gaze shifted back to me, and I felt her black eyes piercing past my very soul.
“KNIFY YOU’RE BACK!”
Fable was instantly replaced with a large pink blur of doom, and I was in a death hug.
“Oh I missed you so…”
I struggled for hours.
Literally.
The moment she let go I pushed at the ground frantically, backing myself into a wall.
“I’ll see you tonight!”
I narrowed my eyes as she left, busily thinking ‘very clever.’
Eventually I just went up the stairs and looked about, watching Fable frantically researching something and Steve rushing about with books.
I left the building and went to the Boutique.
When I entered, Cerridwen was ready.
I was quickly locked in a cage.
“HA! I HAVE YOU NOW! You will NOT be scaring me this time!”
Then a small knife landed in the cage.
Next thing she knew, I had picked the lock, opened the door, and left the building, leaving the knife behind, and leaving her shocked.
The next place I went to was Blitz’s house.
The clouds were red, and I remembered why.
I began to wonder why she hadn’t cleaned them.
I turned around and went to the library again.
When I got there, Fable was waiting.
“You’re probably wondering where Blitz is.”
I sat down next to her, leaned against her, and nodded.
“She went to the hospital because of you.”
I was not surprised.
“Her leg got infected with some unknown disease.”
Again, not surprised.
“She’ll want to see you sometime soon.”
Again, no big surprise.
“So before we go to Canterlot, we’ll stop off at her room.”
I just nodded and fell asleep.
When I woke up, Fable was asleep.
But she was lying across me.
Steve was holding back a snigger.
I looked outside and noticed the sun was setting.
Thus I got up, unceremoniously dumping Fable on the floor.
The reaction was hilarious.
She flailed about as she got up, shouting.
“WHOZA WHAT?”
Both Steve and I burst into laughter.
“Not. Funny.”
I turned and walked to the door, still laughing, even as I stepped outside.
“I would’ve let you finish, but it’s night!”
I walked straight for the hospital, Fable following close behind.
For once I was surprised.
When I entered, Luna was there waiting.
She shined moonlight on me, keeping me visible.
I followed Fable to Blitz’s room.
When we went in she was standing up, looking out the window.
“Oh woe is me, for I hath not a chance to flyeth freely and frolic in the darkest of the forests,”
Her gaze shifted down.
“And now I hath visitors, of whom are a friend, a Princess, and the inflictor of my plight.”
She turned to face me.
“What does thou sayeth?”
“Impressive ye olde speech.”
Her mood instantly improved.
“I practiced a lot!”
She walked towards me and showed her wounded leg.
It was surrounded with an odd black ooze.
“It just won’t heal.”
I looked at it for a short while.
“Luna?”
I stepped aside and she checked it.
“Still can’t tell.”
“Every time we wash my leg, it cometh forth again.”
“Your ye olde is showing.”
“Sorry Knifer.”
“It’s okay, just letting you know.”
I got an un-amused look from her.
“Lighten up Blitz.”
“Why should I?”
I then had an old memory go into my head, one from before this incident’s beginning, what I had forgotten, and decided to change the topic.
“Blitz means Lightning.”
“It does?”
“It does.”
I walked past Blitz and over to the window, then stared at the moon.
More memories flickered into my mind.
“The shine from Luna that delivers forth the sight that we see is nothing short of beautiful…”
Blitz came over next to me.
“…but alas, one cannot help but wonder, were one will be when it finally comes to an end.”
“Because in the darkest hour…”
“…the rules will bend.”
“Evils untold shall rise…”
“…and stalk and prey on those unwary.”
“But in the darkest hours heroes can rise from those unthought-of…”
“…and they will rush with great haste, never tarry.”
We turned to face the other two ponies in the room.
“Incredible improvisation duet.”
“Thank you Fable. Blitz, I must be going now.”
I flinched slightly when my cheek was pecked.
“See you when you get back?”
“Sure…”
I quickly and politely left with Fable and began to walk to Canterlot.
Only to be teleported there.
Right in front of the Princesses.
“Luna… wait… never mind.”
She began to laugh at my momentary confusion.
“Knifer.”
I turned to Celestia.
“I would like to speak with you. In private.”
I followed her to her room, the moonlight from Luna following, and shut the door behind us.
“You know exactly one pony will die here.”
“I know.”
“But first, let us do something about Blondebolt?”
“Let us.”
Everything went black.
When I came to, Fable was sitting next to me, a small colt happily hugging her.
He noticed me.
“Are you my dad?”
I leaned in close to him.
“No Blondebolt. I am you, but I am not. You are an exact physical representation of me, but mentally we are much different. I am stubborn, intelligent, non-magical, almost incapable of real violence, and enjoy arts. You are flexible, an incredible genius, incredible magically, can fight back, and don’t care for the arts. We are the same being, but two different ponies. We are more akin to twins, despite the age difference of about twenty three years. I am Knifer.”
“So you’re like a brother?”
“Yes. Blondebolt, I am your brother.”
“Why are you being nice to him?”
“Fable, that’s because I’m just that way.”
“Knifer.”
“Oh it’s you. Avert your eyes both of you.”
The two quickly left the room, leaving only Celestia and I.
I turned to face her.
“Even terms Knifer?”
“Even terms.”
She glowed brightly and shrunk, down to my size.
“The first to die loses princess.”
We adopted battle stances, and waited for the first move.
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Zyggy
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1469
| 13 |
Nightmare Moon,Original Character,Princess Celestia,Princess Luna,Trixie,Human,Dark,Random,Romance,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Gore
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Currently Unnamed Journal
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"Human turned into pony and sent to Equestria" Clique done in a more line by line style.
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hiatus
| 24 | 15 |
<p>Human turned into pony and sent to Equestria in a time about two generations after the current Mane six and must deal with it and his terrible luck. Also, Celestia effectively hates this human.<br/>And he wants revenge.<br/>And is a misanthrope.<br/>And obsessed with silverware.<br/>He can't understand any of these crazy ponies either.<br/>(It seems the Genre of the story keeps on shifting, must note this.)</p>
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teen
|
2011-11-07T23:06:52+00:00
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2011-11-07T23:06:52+00:00
| 1,244 |
For minutes not a single sound was heard, not a single inch covered.
Then she lunged.
I jumped and landed on her horn, snapping it off with a loud crack and shriek of pain.
The door glowed for a moment as Celestia used the last of her magic to irreversibly make a one way barrier, ensuring the only way to travel was out.
I looked at her horn’s broken part and noticed brain in it.
“He was right!”
I then bucked her in the face, sending her into a wall.
“No… more games!”
She flew at me and tackled me, then began to beat me with her hooves.
I bit as hard as I could, then shrieked in her face.
This combination sent her reeling back, but only for a moment.
She was on me again, and I began to feel our blood mixing on the floor.
“WAIT!”
She stopped for a moment.
“I have blood!”
She looked at me, surprised to see ethereal ooze.
“And… continue your assault.”
She began to beat me again as I futilely attempted to get her off.
I felt my life slowly ebb as I bled out.
Adrenalin coursed through me, and I bucked her off and began to juggle her in the air, her wings breaking from my kicks.
She bucked in perfect timing with me, breaking my rear legs and sending her into the wall again.
“ENOUGH BOTH OF YOU!”
We froze in slight panic as Luna and Fable teleported into the room.
I flinched as Luna’s gaze darted over to me.
“You really don’t know your limits, do you?”
I vomited blood onto my underside.
Her gaze shifted to Celestia.
“I thought you were going to spare him.”
When I looked up from my vomit session, Fable was standing over me.
“I thought you were smarter than this.”
I grinned at her.
“I obeyed myself and made no promises to not do so Fable.”
She simply glared at me, then left the room.
Luna remained though.
I looked about the room as I felt the life ebb from me, and noticed Celestia’s horn, still broken off, still sharp.
I noticed how our fight had made a near perfect X over her heart.
I crawled to the horn, slowly and painfully.
I Grabbed it.
I crawled to Celestia, taking advantage of how she was almost passed out and how Luna was too busy thinking with her eyes closed.
I carefully positioned the horn over Celestia’s heart, and just as Luna’s eyes opened, I slammed my hoof down.
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Zyggy
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1469
| 14 |
Nightmare Moon,Original Character,Princess Celestia,Princess Luna,Trixie,Human,Dark,Random,Romance,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Gore
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Currently Unnamed Journal
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"Human turned into pony and sent to Equestria" Clique done in a more line by line style.
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hiatus
| 24 | 15 |
<p>Human turned into pony and sent to Equestria in a time about two generations after the current Mane six and must deal with it and his terrible luck. Also, Celestia effectively hates this human.<br/>And he wants revenge.<br/>And is a misanthrope.<br/>And obsessed with silverware.<br/>He can't understand any of these crazy ponies either.<br/>(It seems the Genre of the story keeps on shifting, must note this.)</p>
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teen
|
2011-11-08T21:15:13+00:00
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2011-11-08T21:15:13+00:00
| 1,300 |
The volume of blood in a goddess is surprising, to say the least.
One could even say their body is 110% highly pressurized blood.
In short, blood was everywhere.
Red blood.
Her eyes melted, her skin tightened until it ripped, every part of her suffered from a painful, horrifying change to death.
I enjoyed it all.
My third kill ever, and I loved it.
The power that was leaving her brought me out of my death scenario and back to the realm of being a ghost.
When Celestia was nothing but bone and blood, I turned to face Luna.
In her eyes was a rage I had never seen before.
“HOW DARE YOU?”
I smiled back at her.
“I am not bound to your orders Princess. YOU FUCK WITH ME AND I FUCK YOU OVER!”
I did a back flip out the window, and landed in the bushes.
I woke up from the impact’s shock to the smell of happiness.
And the sounds of panic as every one of those ponies realized Celestia was dead.
Fortunately, it was morning and Luna’s moonlight spell was not on me, so I simply began the walk to Ponyville.
It was hilarious to see how all the ponies were doing at Ponyville.
The shops closed, massive funeral, and royal guards looking for me.
Ms. Doo was incredibly sad, so I went over to her.
Due to the day, I was not seen.
I placed a hoof on her wing, causing her to instantly panic.
The exact reaction I expected.
I happily left and went into the library.
I took the typewriter and left for the Everfree forest.
I went deep in, all the way to the castle, where I am now, as I type this.
After I updated my journal and organized the papers, I decided to explore the castle.
I found the Nightmare.
Gave it a wide berth.
Eventually I came across a room with a balcony, and only one other way in.
That way was the stairs, and it had a solid wood door that miraculously survived time.
After closing the door, I looked about the room some more.
It was perfectly built to be a library, and was effectively a maze of bookshelves/walls.
I eventually found several signs, a paintbrush, and some old unopened paint.
I opened the paint and found it was a bright red, something I smiled at.
I dipped the brush in the can, and went to each of the signs.
“Bed”
“Balcony”
“Reading”
“Exit”
“Hub”
Then I proceeded to hunt down perfect spots for the signs.
I went to the balcony and set down the “Balcony” sign.
I went to the middle of the room, where all the paths converged, and placed down the sign that read “Hub.”
I went to the exit, and placed “Exit” down.
I went to a nice quiet spot and placed down “Bed”
Finally, I went to a section near “Bed” and set down “Reading.”
Fortunately there were many books there that had survived.
“Why hello there Knifer.”
“Not now Nightmare, I’m busy making myself at home.”
“Turn and face me.”
“Fine, but only for a moment.”
I turned and faced her for a moment, then looked back.
It was Shade.
Shade had Nightmare’s voice.
Shade was Nightmare.
“Shade. Nightmare. Whichever you prefer.”
“Yes?”
“Please leave.”
“Why?”
It was a cute, pleading tone of voice.
“Because I just killed Celestia.”
Her mood improved considerably.
“You did… How would you like to-”
“Whatever you’re selling, I don’t want it.”
“I can send you back.”
I closed my eyes.
“I’m listening.”
“I can send you back to your world the moment after you left, with all the memories of what occurred. I can give you anything you want when you are in your world. Unicorn slave? Check. Giant Pegasus mount? Check. A trillion bucks? Check. All you have to do is let me bring you back to what I made you, and make me an army.”
“I never promised them anything. They never did anything to ensure my allegiance.”
“Correct.”
I thought long and hard about it, and as I made my answer I heard the Devil himself cry tears of sadness.
“I’m in.”
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Zyggy
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1469
| 15 |
Nightmare Moon,Original Character,Princess Celestia,Princess Luna,Trixie,Human,Dark,Random,Romance,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Gore
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Currently Unnamed Journal
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"Human turned into pony and sent to Equestria" Clique done in a more line by line style.
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hiatus
| 24 | 15 |
<p>Human turned into pony and sent to Equestria in a time about two generations after the current Mane six and must deal with it and his terrible luck. Also, Celestia effectively hates this human.<br/>And he wants revenge.<br/>And is a misanthrope.<br/>And obsessed with silverware.<br/>He can't understand any of these crazy ponies either.<br/>(It seems the Genre of the story keeps on shifting, must note this.)</p>
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teen
|
2011-11-11T17:25:45+00:00
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2011-11-11T17:25:45+00:00
| 1,292 |
That night, when all was quiet, I was changed again.
This time, I became tall and powerful, looking as though I could beat both Celestia and Luna at any test of might.
Knives came, and a large broken knife cut into my head and fused with my skull.
It was at least a foot or two long.
My wings were formed next, these ones with several attachments to my sides, the feather being knives again, shaped to slice through the air and any unfortunate enough to get in their way. My wingspan was at least three times my height.
Funnily enough, armor came made from more silverware.
“You are really trying to get me sick of these, aren’t you?”
“No, I am merely taking advantage of the simplistic obsession you have to enable you more power.”
“How so?”
“Your proximity to these objects will comfort you and put you in ‘the zone’ and therefore enhance your capabilities.”
“Clever.”
As the armor fused to me, a mirror appeared.
The sight I saw was a marvel.
I towered over my old size, at over two or so times that height.
My armor was a comforting silver/gold/ivory/bronze coloration, and where my cutiemark would be it showed an exact multicolored replica. It covered almost my whole body, leaving only the wings and horn unexposed. My eyes could barely be seen.
“Are you ready to begin?”
“As per usual, Nightshade.”
She brought the corpses, and I worked them carefully to make the perfect Shells. She then used her Philosopher’s Stone to bring them to life and bind them to our will.
I asked her if she could bring me back with it, and she said that drains the Stone.
This next part is a little disturbing, as it goes over the act of making the Shell.
Therefore I wrote a little song I sang while working, to keep my mind on it.
Thread by thread, stitching it together
The Demon’s shells, cutting out a pattern snip by snip
Making sure the flesh folds nicely
It's the perfect feel and so fresh
Always got to keep in mind my pacing
Making sure the bone is correctly facing
I'm stitching all the shells
Corpse by corpse, fussing on the details.
New neckline. Don't you know a stitch in time saves nine?
Make her something perfect to ‘inspire’
Even though she hates formal attire
Got to mind those intimate details,
Even though she's more concerned with ‘sales’
It's the Demon’s new shells
Shell making is easy
For this one something pink
This one something breezy
Blend color and form, do you think it looks cheesy?
“No, not really.”
Something brash, perhaps quite fetching
Hook and eye, couldn't you just simply DIE
Making sure it fits forelock and crest
Don't forget the magic in the flesh
Even though it rides high on the flank
The zombie won't look like a tank
I'm stitching Demon’s shells
Piece by piece, snip by snip
Croup, dock, haunch, shoulders, hip
Thread by thread, primmed and pressed
Yard by yard, never stress
And that's the art of the flesh
Stitch by stitch, stitching it together
Deadline looms, don't you know the master is always right
Even if my skin choice was perfect
Gotta get them all done by tonight
Master, the color is too obtrusive
Wait until you see it in the light
I'm sewing them together
Hour by hour, one more change
I'm sewing them together, take great pains
Luna, you're putting me in a bind
Master, what is on your mind
Oh hell, there's simply not much time
Don't forget, zombie’s skin must shine
Shell making is easy
Every spirit's call
Brings a whole new revision
Have to pick up the pace, still hold to my vision
All we ever want is indecision
All we really like is what we know
Gotta balance power with adherence
Making sure we make a good appearance
Even if you simply have to fudge it
Make sure that it stays within our budget
Got to overcome intimidation
Remember it's all in the presentation
Piece by piece, snip by snip
Croup, dock, haunch, shoulders, hip
Bolt by bolt, primmed and pressed
Yard by yard, always stressed
And that's the art of the flesh
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1469
| 16 |
Nightmare Moon,Original Character,Princess Celestia,Princess Luna,Trixie,Human,Dark,Random,Romance,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Gore
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Currently Unnamed Journal
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"Human turned into pony and sent to Equestria" Clique done in a more line by line style.
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hiatus
| 24 | 15 |
<p>Human turned into pony and sent to Equestria in a time about two generations after the current Mane six and must deal with it and his terrible luck. Also, Celestia effectively hates this human.<br/>And he wants revenge.<br/>And is a misanthrope.<br/>And obsessed with silverware.<br/>He can't understand any of these crazy ponies either.<br/>(It seems the Genre of the story keeps on shifting, must note this.)</p>
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teen
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2011-11-14T01:19:52+00:00
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2011-11-14T01:19:52+00:00
| 1,168 |
This is an alternate possibility to the after Knifer encountered Celestia.
I slowly awoke, and looked around.
I was human again, and I was in my room, with everything was the way it would have been in the morning.
Nothing had changed.
I got ready for the day, did my job, had dinner, and got ready to sleep again.
I thought about the short time I was in my dream, the vivid, colorful world in there.
I knew I would somewhat miss it so, and I knew that there were two possibilities.
It was just a dream.
But I hoped for the second one.
That it was real.
And I hoped to go back, this time willingly.
But I knew that wouldn't happen.
I cried myself to sleep for the first time in years.
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Zyggy
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1469
| 17 |
Nightmare Moon,Original Character,Princess Celestia,Princess Luna,Trixie,Human,Dark,Random,Romance,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Gore
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Currently Unnamed Journal
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"Human turned into pony and sent to Equestria" Clique done in a more line by line style.
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hiatus
| 24 | 15 |
<p>Human turned into pony and sent to Equestria in a time about two generations after the current Mane six and must deal with it and his terrible luck. Also, Celestia effectively hates this human.<br/>And he wants revenge.<br/>And is a misanthrope.<br/>And obsessed with silverware.<br/>He can't understand any of these crazy ponies either.<br/>(It seems the Genre of the story keeps on shifting, must note this.)</p>
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teen
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2011-11-14T01:20:03+00:00
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2011-11-14T01:20:03+00:00
| 1,241 |
This takes place instead of the chapter Rache
The moment the fight began, it ended.
Knifer was far outmatched, for Celestia was a Goddess.
He died a slow and painful death.
It was mourned by all who met him but her for a whole week, and Seka and Fable never did really recover.
Blondebolt wandered into the Everfree one night and became a dangerous force of justice, always appearing at the scene of a crime and killing the criminal, before they could perform the crime.
Then he left without a trace.
Seka turned to her new Taxidermy job as a way to let out her new anger at Celestia, and when she found a Philosopher's stone, she formed a small army, with Fable as her adviser.
They all obviously died in their failed rebellion.
This lead to a very large funeral service, and the only one Celestia missed, was Fable.
As for Knifer, his last thoughts were not of friends, family, how he had failed, or even of home.
His last thoughts were ones that pleaded forgiveness in its purest form, forgiveness for his futile revenge attempts, forgiveness for his petty insults, forgiveness for being born.
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Zyggy
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1469
| 18 |
Nightmare Moon,Original Character,Princess Celestia,Princess Luna,Trixie,Human,Dark,Random,Romance,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Gore
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Currently Unnamed Journal
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"Human turned into pony and sent to Equestria" Clique done in a more line by line style.
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hiatus
| 24 | 15 |
<p>Human turned into pony and sent to Equestria in a time about two generations after the current Mane six and must deal with it and his terrible luck. Also, Celestia effectively hates this human.<br/>And he wants revenge.<br/>And is a misanthrope.<br/>And obsessed with silverware.<br/>He can't understand any of these crazy ponies either.<br/>(It seems the Genre of the story keeps on shifting, must note this.)</p>
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teen
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2011-11-14T01:20:12+00:00
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2011-11-14T01:20:12+00:00
| 1,146 |
This occurs during the first half of Blondebolt's Journal, when Blondebolt was trying to use magic.
His futile attempts resulted in nothing, and Blondebolt gave up.
He did succeed at his research on Unicorn magic though, and he went to be the student of Celestia for his superb scientific mind.
After many long years, he became a lead scientist in an attempt to make a device to take the ponies to other universes.
They succeeded, and ponies became the primary intelligent life in all of existence.
He lived the rest of his life, blissfully unaware of what he had been, happy at home with Fable, who was happy with him.
Seka eventually recovered, and became a good friend with Blondebolt.
When both of them passed away on the same day, he accepted it, and continued his pursuits, his heart never leaving them for a moment.
In the end, he lived to be a hundred and twenty, the longest any pony ever lived.
It is said, that in death, he finally met Knifer, and the two now happily frolic through the fields of the afterlife with Fable and Seka, in a form of a happy family.
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Zyggy
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1469
| 19 |
Nightmare Moon,Original Character,Princess Celestia,Princess Luna,Trixie,Human,Dark,Random,Romance,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Gore
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Currently Unnamed Journal
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"Human turned into pony and sent to Equestria" Clique done in a more line by line style.
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hiatus
| 24 | 15 |
<p>Human turned into pony and sent to Equestria in a time about two generations after the current Mane six and must deal with it and his terrible luck. Also, Celestia effectively hates this human.<br/>And he wants revenge.<br/>And is a misanthrope.<br/>And obsessed with silverware.<br/>He can't understand any of these crazy ponies either.<br/>(It seems the Genre of the story keeps on shifting, must note this.)</p>
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teen
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2011-11-17T01:49:33+00:00
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2011-11-17T01:49:33+00:00
| 1,098 |
About two weeks later, Winter Wrap Up was still on hold because of Celestia’s death, and I had made very many Shells.
So Nightshade did three things for me.
The first was make me a fake mane and tail, both made of blades of all kinds.
Also, they were prehensile.
The next was change my voice to be more demonic and yet godly, and hearable even without moonlight.
The final one, happened to be something great.
A week long vacation.
I knew where to go.
Shade offered to change my size down to normal, but I politely declined.
If I was going to pose as a God of Blades, I would need to not only act the part, but look it.
I went through the Everfree without trouble, and stepped out into the open.
It was day, and the sun burned slightly.
I knew that was because the armor was made from forces of darkness.
I slowly walked to the town, smiling behind my helmet.
The moment I arrived I was set upon by a colorful wave of equines.
Every pony from Ponyville was there, except two.
Seka, and Ms. Doo.
Ms. Doo was watching from a distance, and Seka was nowhere to be seen.
I was assaulted by questions.
“Who are you?”
“Where are you from?”
“Why are you wearing that armor?”
“Are those blades real?”
“Why are you here?”
And the ever so popular question also came up.
“Are you going to eat me?”
I gently shrugged all the ponies away.
“The God of Blades, far away, because it is my physical presence, yes, I’m on a break, no.”
This seemed to satisfy their thirst for knowledge, so all of them left except for three of them.
Blondebolt, Fable, and Blitz.
To keep the image of ‘I don’t know any of you’ I motioned to Blitz’s injury.
“Weird disease.”
The response I expected from her.
Blondebolt was the least fearful.
“I’m Blondebolt!”
I chuckled to keep up the ruse.
“Direct I see. That will aid you in life. So will carrying a sharp blade at all times.”
I felt a small prod on my left wing, and when I looked, there was Ms. Doo, flying in the air, poking my wing.
“Dozens? Hundreds?”
“I never took the time to count.”
We then made idle chatter as the other three left.
After a few minutes I sated her want to talk, so she excused herself.
I was then set upon by Luna herself.
I was taller than her, but only a little.
And she was angry, confused, and sad.
At the same time.
“WHO ARE YOU WHAT DO YOU WANT WHE-”
I put a plated hoof in her mouth to quiet her.
“Were you not told?”
She slapped my hoof away and glared.
“I’ll be back soon.”
She then teleported away.
I began to chuckle and walked to the library.
On the way, I saw a light azure coated mare with an odd grey/blue/cyan and blue/cyan/grey mix for mane and tail, wearing what appeared to be a stereotypical magician’s hat and cape.
She looked very, very decrepit and old, and appeared to be slight rotting alive.
I thought of it as a disease of some sort, though I felt an odd compulsion to note her carefully, so I did in secret.
I felt she had outlived her normal lifespan illegally.
When I arrived, I looked at the sign, then went inside.
Fable turned to look, went wide eyed, and the slight mess was instantly cleaned.
“I was not expe-”
“Silence. I am merely here to sate my curiosity.”
I then went and looked at the books on the shelves, using the magic I got from Shade’s blessing to bring some interesting books over.
When I grabbed five of them, I sat down out of the way, where you would have to actively search for me, then began reading.
I must have fallen asleep at some point, because when I woke up, the sun and moon had swapped places in the sky, and Luna was standing over me.
I looked up at her eyes.
“Well, Princess?”
“Well what?”
“You want something?”
“I did not know you existed.”
“I do.”
“Since when?”
“Since I said so.”
“…”
I began to chuckle as I curled up to rest.
“Are you inherently good or evil?”
“Evil, although I am neutral.”
“…”
She left without another word, and I slept.
When I woke up, there was Steve.
He had matured since I last saw him, for he was taller, about head height with a pony, with small wing stubs, and his hand and feet were thick, blunt claws after the last joint.
“Have you seen Knifer?”
His voice had changed.
The term ‘more Scottish’ came to my head.
“I have heard of his plight.”
“Where?”
He sounded desperate.
“Deep in the Everfree, may or may not continue to live.”
I stood up and used my magic to put the books back, then left the tree.
When I got outside, there was a sudden swarm of ponies surrounding me.
“Explain the meaning of this!”
I then saw Luna approaching through the crowd.
She was incredibly angry.
“You and me, to the palace. NOW.”
I wasn’t even given a choice.
When the flash died down, I was restrained to a wall by ropes.
I looked at them for a few moments.
“That’s the best you can do?”
I quickly cut them with my mane and stood up.
“Try harder.”
“WHY?”
“Why what?”
“Why are you in Ponyville of all places?”
“Because I feel like it. Now then, I had plans, and I really should stick to them.”
“What were they?”
“Take a respite for a week, then get back to work.”
“On what?”
“Stuff involving blades.”
I willed myself back to where I was before.
She eyed me carefully as I faded away back to Ponyville.
When I faded back in, I was right outside.
I walked back into town, acting like nothing happened.
None of the stupid ponies paid attention, even though they could see me.
I went about doing casual business.
Six days later, and I saw that strange looking magician mare from earlier duck into the Everfree.
I followed.
She went far off, deep inside the forest.
When she stopped, there was an obelisk.
It was about ten feet tall and three feet wide, with four sides, grey in color.
There were odd markings on it that glowed blue, and the center of the obelisk slowly turned, with the top and bottom unmoving.
A half dead Pegasus pony was tied to a table of stone, covered mostly in a large paper sack
She chanted strange words in a strange language, and the more I thought about it the more I realized something.
Those markings were characters for a language, and she was chanting in it.
It was old Equestrian.
The gift Nightshade gave me translated it for me.
‘Grant me this soul and its life.’
As I was busy thinking, the obelisk let out tendrils of magic, and the life in the sacrificial pony ended, and the life force went into the unicorn.
I watched as she recovered from her age and rot, looking more like a young adult than an elderly pony.
She was a lich.
“Trixie thanks you for ‘volunteering’ to help her.”
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Zyggy
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1469
| 20 |
Nightmare Moon,Original Character,Princess Celestia,Princess Luna,Trixie,Human,Dark,Random,Romance,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Gore
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Currently Unnamed Journal
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"Human turned into pony and sent to Equestria" Clique done in a more line by line style.
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hiatus
| 24 | 15 |
<p>Human turned into pony and sent to Equestria in a time about two generations after the current Mane six and must deal with it and his terrible luck. Also, Celestia effectively hates this human.<br/>And he wants revenge.<br/>And is a misanthrope.<br/>And obsessed with silverware.<br/>He can't understand any of these crazy ponies either.<br/>(It seems the Genre of the story keeps on shifting, must note this.)</p>
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teen
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2011-11-24T06:00:54+00:00
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2011-11-24T06:00:54+00:00
| 959 |
Upon the end of the ritual, I retreated.
It was night, so I went back to the old castle, going straight to my bed.
It was made out of wood, fabric, and flesh.
“Isn’t that disturbing to you?”
I got into the bed and covered myself with the flesh blanket.
“This is me not caring, Shade.”
I took a quick rest.
When I awoke, Shade was there with a map of Equestria.
“That lich you found, Trixie…”
“What about?”
“She has been alive for over a hundred and twenty years. Must’ve taken a lot of souls to keep her alive. I’m too weak to go after her. You, on the other hand, have ingenuity I don’t.”
I got out of the bed and walked about, looking at the ground.
“So you want me to track her down, kill her so you can capture her souls, and then?”
“We strike. We will have enough for our army to be unstoppable by one god alone.”
“And my killing of Celestia makes one god left.”
“Correct.”
“Then you’ll send me back?”
“Before the attacks begin.”
I smiled.
“Good, can’t wait to be back. Where is she?”
Shade placed a hoof on the map, right above a city.
“She managed to quickly make her way to Manehattan. I’ll give you the power of a location spell set to her. Kill her and your armor will do the rest.”
The world went dark around me, and I found myself on a rooftop.
I knew exactly where Trixie was.
I came to a stop in front of an apartment building, and entered.
I made my way to the fifth floor, door twenty.
I didn’t bother knocking, I just silently opened the door, went through, and closed it.
Trixie was asleep on the couch, so I approached, a large dagger in my hand.
Right as I was about to strike, her eyes opened, and a chair smashed over my head.
I was on the ground fast, being bashed from all over by various blunt projectiles.
When the assault ended, I remained still.
Her curiosity got the better of her, so I struck.
She had the dagger through her brain in a moment, her head then became cleaved in two, and royal guards bashed down the doors at the same time.
They all attacked at once, and I held them off while Trixie’s souls slowly made their hellish way into my armor.
As the souls left her body, she rotted and bled rapidly, until she was empty of all but bone and flesh.
None of the guards were injured the whole time, and the moment her souls were absorbed, I was no longer there.
I came to back at the old castle, my armor gone, being put on a very large and not made by me shell.
“I’ll hold to my end of the bargain. When you want to leave, just fall asleep.”
I immediately fell over onto to bed and rested.
I woke up in my bed, in my own world, everything normal.
Everything the way it should have been.
Everything dull.
Everything pointless.
I almost regretted it.
Almost.
I got up, got bathed, got dressed, had breakfast, checked the computer’s calendar.
It hadn’t changed.
Not for a single day.
I went out to town.
I first went to my usual place to go to, where an almost friend was in charge.
The café near the edge of town.
As per usual I walked, noticing how one old, dead tree was on the wrong side of the road.
Something pinged in my head, but I ignored it.
I went into the café, and placed an order for a coffee.
My almost friend was missing his normal scar.
Another ping, this time a scratch.
I sat in my usual corner, with my usual everything.
I heard a bunch of people talking about how excited they were that Celestia was dead.
Ping.
The price of the coffee was wrong, off by one cent.
Ping.
The cup was milky white, not white.
Ping.
The counter was an inch too short.
Ping.
Minor details added up.
Ping.
Ping.
Ping.
I remembered something.
My silverware set was gone.
I hadn’t picked it up.
That sent my head into a temporary flip out, and I couldn’t just ignore it.
Everyone else was though.
That made my mind flip out even more.
I left the café worried, then went straight home.
I checked the computer for emails, and found one from Shade.
Interested, I opened it.
“Hope you like your life back, I’ve got control now, nighttime forever and stuff. Your silverware is under your bed, K? Remember who to thank for this.”
I chuckled to myself and retrieved the case.
“So much happy.”
I began to forget about what happened, and due to the nature of this forgetting, I didn’t even know it.
My memories of the landscape were the first to go, then the words, then the appearance of everyone.
I finally forgot everything.
Seka was gone.
Fable was gone.
Celestia was gone.
Blondebolt was gone.
Knifer was gone.
The only things that remained, were my memories of normal.
I got to work at my job, hand making silverware.
I calmed and went into my absent minded meditation phase.
Night fell, and so I went outside before bed.
Everything was perfectly normal, nothing wrong, my porch was definitely not the wrong shade of green and defiantly not 5x4.9 instead of 5x4.8.
I looked to the sky which was defiantly not missing three stars, and reached out my hand.
Abnormally, my Sign did not shine and get its lines.
“Impossible. Arrdrea?”
Nothing.
Again impossible.
Arrdrea was the goddess that always came to me when I called her, in my times of worry.
She always calmed me and showed me that everything would be okay.
She was the closest I had to a mother.
“Impossible. ABSOLUTLY FORKING IMPOSSIBLE!”
I sprinted back to the computer, and typed a message while screaming it.
“IS THIS SOME SICK CRUEL JOKE OF YOUR’S YOU BITCH? YOU THINK I’M SO EASILY FOOLED? WHY DON’T YOU TRY TO FOOL SOMEONE EASIER NEXT TIME IF THERE IS ONE. I’M COMING FOR YOU, BECAUSE YOU DO NOT, FUCK, WITH, ME. NOBODY FUCKS WITH ME.”
My memories flooded back.
“CELESTIA FUCKED ME OVER. KNOW WHAT I DID? MURDER. YOU THINK YOU’RE ANY DIFFERENT? YOU ARE NOT YOU MISERABLE PIECE OF ROTTEN FLESH.”
I sent it.
Instantly the world began to melt, and so did my consciousness.
I hit the floor, falling numb.
My vision blurred.
Murmurs were heard.
“I’m coming back.”
All I could say.
All I could do.
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Zyggy
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1469
| 21 |
Nightmare Moon,Original Character,Princess Celestia,Princess Luna,Trixie,Human,Dark,Random,Romance,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Gore
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Currently Unnamed Journal
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"Human turned into pony and sent to Equestria" Clique done in a more line by line style.
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hiatus
| 24 | 15 |
<p>Human turned into pony and sent to Equestria in a time about two generations after the current Mane six and must deal with it and his terrible luck. Also, Celestia effectively hates this human.<br/>And he wants revenge.<br/>And is a misanthrope.<br/>And obsessed with silverware.<br/>He can't understand any of these crazy ponies either.<br/>(It seems the Genre of the story keeps on shifting, must note this.)</p>
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teen
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2011-12-13T02:41:17+00:00
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2011-12-13T02:41:17+00:00
| 1,139 |
I forced a deep inhalation and jolted upright.
I was on hard wood, the lights out, surrounded by ponies.
I saw Luna, Fable, Seka, Ms. Doo, and countless ponies I hadn’t met.
They were all frowning.
“I can see you all.”
The lights went on.
Luna kicked my side.
“The only reason you’re still alive are these three. They braved the Everfree Forest to find you, and they did. You were passed out on the bed in the old castle there, that ‘gift’ gone.”
I thought for a few moments.
“She said she would send me back, my main goal. I discovered through many errors of hers that she did not send me back, but rather put my mind in a fake world. I basically swore to kill her. Then the world melted and I woke here.”
Luna snarled at that.
“So now you ask for forgiveness?”
“Hardly Princess. First I must ask how do we kill her?”
“You can’t.”
“Then how does one go about stopping her?”
“The Elements of Harmony.”
A faint smile crept upon my lips.
“Tell me more.”
“Very well.”
She told me about them in a long winded unnecessarily long explanation.
I have paraphrased it.
They are the physical embodiments of Friendship.
Loyalty, Kindness, Laughter, Honesty, Generosity, and Magic.
Although they did have magical items, the true power came from the pony.
So the Elements demanded hosts, who are the only ones who can use their power.
“Then I shall go and find the ones who are the Elements?”
She thought about it a bit.
“And you will tell us everything about you when we are done”
“What about bringing me back?”
“The cold is keeping the spell going, and it is nighttime eternal.”
“Idea…”
I pointed to Seka, Fable, Chicha, Cerridwen, Blitz, and Shy.
“You six are the ones I trust the most. In exchange for me helping you out and telling you about me, you will go south for that stone to bring me back.”
They looked at each other for a few moments.
“Deal.”
The whole crowd dispersed, so I finally stood up.
I began to head to the door to leave the library, and asked Luna one question.
“Got any leads?”
“They are all in Ponyville, and one is already known: One of the royal guard is the Element of Honesty. He is different from the rest, because he is small and soot colored.”
“A pegasus?”
“Yes.”
I left.
I decided to start with the most likely candidates.
Thus my first location was where Redlock was.
The hospital.
After climbing in through the window, I went to her new office by exploring for it.
I entered silently, and she didn’t even notice as she worked on an absurdly large amount of paper work.
“So much paper work… it makes me want to stab whoever though it would be a good idea to move me to surgery. I’m horrible at everything medical, I’m just an assistant.”
I decided she wasn’t the Element of Kindness because of that.
Then I noticed an open book.
“I just need to help them all. Knifer clearly has issues with his sanity, Sekapu is dangerously obsessed with him, Fable has a near uncontrollable urge to study him… What to do?”
An open page in her diary had possibly proved me wrong.
Possibly.
There was not enough evidence to tell.
I went directly across the hall into Dr. Krutz’s office.
He was not there, so I raided his desk for evidence.
Inside was his journal.
I quickly skimmed through it and found an interesting entry.
“I can’t keep my thoughts off of the fact that I lied to him about Celestia funding the procedure. I paid for it myself. I just keep on doing that. Ms. Doo needed to fix broken leg, I paid for it. Blondebolt needed medicine to keep his thoughts off Knifer for a bit, so I paid for it. Everything I do for them I pay for. That’s going to bite my flank in a while.”
I made a mental note: Generosity found.
I then left.
My next goal was Seka.
If she wasn’t Laughter, it had to be a relative.
About half way there I came to a stop, and witnessed a mugging in action.
Five black full body suited stallions, and a white mare with a lime mane.
Being the normal me, I silently approached and tapped the leader on the shoulder.
When he turned, I punched him in the face with my hoof, with far more force than I intended.
His jaw.
Was.
Not.
There.
I saw it skidding across the ground, causing every one of the stallions to panic and run but the one I hit.
He retrieved his jaw and ran for the hospital.
I left the mare, scared, and let her flee when she wanted to.
“Never before have I ever removed a part of something’s body that didn’t happen to be one of those deer.”
I entered her room as she was packing for the trip.
I walked out onto the balcony, so that the endless night would show me.
Instantly I was tackled by her.
I looked at her face, and saw her mood was a mix between anger, joy, and fear.
I knew she was about to rant, so I put a hoof in her mouth.
“I was wondering if you had any fun loving relatives?”
I pulled my hoof back.
“Well there’s Bass and there’s Surprise, but I don’t see why you need them?”
“Element of Laughter?”
“Most likely Surprise. She’s far off in Canterlot though.”
“Ah hell, when did she leave?”
“A few minutes ago, she was just here on this very balcony.”
“…ffffffffffffffffffffffffffFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORRKKKKKKKKKK…”
Seka then did what I should have expected, but didn’t.
I got a huge hug.
I landed on my back, her on top.
I couldn’t breathe at all.
She kissed my cheek.
I couldn’t think at all.
Her hug loosened a bit.
I couldn’t get up.
She licked my mouth.
I went limp.
She fell asleep on me.
I couldn’t get her off.
She received blunt damage from my skull’s futile attempts to wake her.
I was forced to wait until she got off my ghostly body from waking up.
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Zyggy
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1469
| 22 |
Nightmare Moon,Original Character,Princess Celestia,Princess Luna,Trixie,Human,Dark,Random,Romance,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Gore
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Currently Unnamed Journal
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"Human turned into pony and sent to Equestria" Clique done in a more line by line style.
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hiatus
| 24 | 15 |
<p>Human turned into pony and sent to Equestria in a time about two generations after the current Mane six and must deal with it and his terrible luck. Also, Celestia effectively hates this human.<br/>And he wants revenge.<br/>And is a misanthrope.<br/>And obsessed with silverware.<br/>He can't understand any of these crazy ponies either.<br/>(It seems the Genre of the story keeps on shifting, must note this.)</p>
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teen
|
2011-12-21T14:24:45+00:00
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2011-12-21T14:24:45+00:00
| 907 |
I have but one request for you guys.
The Genre(s) of this thing.
I need to categorise this story correctly, and I can't do that until I know what the Genre(s) are.
Please do provide aid.
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Zyggy
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1469
| 23 |
Nightmare Moon,Original Character,Princess Celestia,Princess Luna,Trixie,Human,Dark,Random,Romance,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Gore
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Currently Unnamed Journal
|
"Human turned into pony and sent to Equestria" Clique done in a more line by line style.
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hiatus
| 24 | 15 |
<p>Human turned into pony and sent to Equestria in a time about two generations after the current Mane six and must deal with it and his terrible luck. Also, Celestia effectively hates this human.<br/>And he wants revenge.<br/>And is a misanthrope.<br/>And obsessed with silverware.<br/>He can't understand any of these crazy ponies either.<br/>(It seems the Genre of the story keeps on shifting, must note this.)</p>
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teen
|
2011-12-22T00:22:13+00:00
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2011-12-22T00:22:13+00:00
| 1,079 |
When she did wake up, the moon’s phase was full.
Note: The moon became the new sun.
I decided to use that to tell the time.
Also, Seka had gotten off me while I was in a completely unannounced sleep.
Thus I got up and left the building in the most awesome way ever.
I jumped.
From the evil balcony, to the kind and happily nice ground.
“TAKE THAT EVIL BALCONY!”
A mare with several waffles in her saddle bags passed by.
“Evil beware, we have waffles.”
Of course Seka had to pick then to make me leave my train of thought.
In other words, she came up from behind me, jumped on my back, and stood there.
I just shook my head and began the walk to Canterlot.
“Where’re you going?”
“Canterlot, find Surprise.”
“Why not look around Ponyville for the other Elements?”
I stopped.
“Does she live here?”
“Yes.”
“…”
“What?”
“Seka?”
“Yes?”
I threw her off me and onto the ground.
“Fuck off.”
I flared my nostrils as she left.
When I calmed down I went to the inn place thing whatever it is.
I really couldn’t have been bothered to learn what it was.
And there was the guard Luna mentioned.
I walked over to him and motioned for his attention.
And then facepalmed.
Facehoofed?
I was inside.
Thus no moonlight.
And if you don’t know what that means then you are an idiot.
I left out of anger, so I wouldn’t hit somepony.
I made my way to the Library, and entered through the already open door.
“Bolt, I need you to be a strong pony while we’re gone. I know you can make it on your own for a while.”
“But Mommy!”
“No buts, I have to do this for Equestria. For you.”
Fable came down the stairs and passed me.
She stopped when she went through the door, and her horned glowed.
She turned to me and smiled.
“Take good care of him Knifer.”
I nodded.
I wasn’t about to let anything hurt him regardless, promise or not.
I went down to the basement and looked over at my corpse, laying there in the bed peacefully.
The faint glow of magic was around the corpse, keeping it from decomposing.
Mostly.
The right eye was bleeding slightly.
Again.
There was most likely some internal damage, and I could tell my muscles were going through atrophy, the heart long since stopped beating, and the brain?
I couldn’t figure out how to get that to work.
I shook my head and laid down next to the bed, then fell asleep.
Inside my dreams was something odd.
It was still night, but there was something weird.
I was on a cloud.
And there were all those ponies.
Fable, Blondebolt, Chicha, Seka, Cerridwen, Luna, Shy.
We were all on clouds looking into what looked like an arena without a floor, also made of clouds.
And there in the middle was Nightmare Moon, hovering in place, laughing.
“Hello there my subjects.”
Everyone of them cowered in fear but me.
I snorted in anger.
“Knifer, how have you been? I didn’t expect you to figure it out so fast!”
“I will FUCKING MURDER YOU.”
She just laughed.
“Knifer, your aggression is getting in control. Calm down and watch the show.”
She disappeared, and beams of light appeared, focusing on a pegasus flying.
She was in armor, and I recognized her.
Blitz.
Some of the spotlights moved and showed a large horde of zombie pegasi.
Quickly the bleachers filled with other ponies from everywhere, and a spotlight appeared on me.
Gasps were heard.
“MY SUBJECTS, THIS IS KNIFER. HE MURDERED YOUR PRINCESS CELESTIA AND HELPED ME MAKE MY ARMY TO CONQUER YOU.”
For once, I actually cowered in fear.
They flung insults and random objects.
The spotlight eventually left me, and they stopped their throwing.
Everypony focused on Blitz and the zombies.
“This is the Nightmare arena, my subjects. If Blitz wins, she goes to the next round. If she dies, if any of you die, that’s it. You. Are. Dead. And you join my army.”
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Zyggy
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1469
| 24 |
Nightmare Moon,Original Character,Princess Celestia,Princess Luna,Trixie,Human,Dark,Random,Romance,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Gore
|
Currently Unnamed Journal
|
"Human turned into pony and sent to Equestria" Clique done in a more line by line style.
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hiatus
| 24 | 15 |
<p>Human turned into pony and sent to Equestria in a time about two generations after the current Mane six and must deal with it and his terrible luck. Also, Celestia effectively hates this human.<br/>And he wants revenge.<br/>And is a misanthrope.<br/>And obsessed with silverware.<br/>He can't understand any of these crazy ponies either.<br/>(It seems the Genre of the story keeps on shifting, must note this.)</p>
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teen
|
2012-01-13T00:50:29+00:00
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2012-01-13T00:50:29+00:00
| 751 |
The violence commenced instantly, with Blitz on the offensive.
She rushed at the horde, and made a clean hole in their lines.
A dozen down, a hundred and thirty two left.
A dozen down, a hundred and ten left.
A dozen down… Bleh.
That basically continued for a while until there was just one zombie left, flying lazily after her.
She made it explode into guts and oddly green blood.
Vomiting ensued from the ponies.
I had to stifle a small laugh.
“Well now, looks like she is victorious. Round two.”
A fully grown dragon appeared, twisted and vile from Nightmare Moon’s power.
There was silence.
A roar.
And then my mind started working in odd rhyming.
The dragon lunged with rage in its heart.
The Pegasus fled with fear in its eyes.
Both were quick as a dart,
But alas, surprise,
As the dragon caught his foe…
With a mighty gulp the dragon devoured,
The Pegasus was gone,
Nopony muttered.
One round won, and lost was this one.
We all watched in fear…
Gone was she,
Digesting in the belly.
Though she tried to flee,
She knew she couldn’t really.
And now she is nevermore…
I snapped out of my poetry thoughts and realized what happened.
She was dead.
Eaten alive.
“WHAT SORT OF HORRIFYING FETISH WAS THAT?”
And of course one of those ponies cares more about the act than the victim.
I turned to Luna, and saw the others, sadness in their eyes.
She turned to me and glared, her muscles tensing up.
“Why.”
“Why what?”
“Why would you do this.”
“I meant only to go home, like I have been clearly insisting.”
“You didn’t need to do this!”
She swung her hoof at me and I fell over onto my side, feeling crimson drip out of my mouth somewhat.
I just stayed there and let her beat me, and when she was finished I stood up.
She turned.
I grabbed her and flipped her over.
“No hitting me.”
I jolted out of the dream, the sun coming up.
I shook my head and went up the stairs, then out the door into the sun.
Nope said the world, deal with the full moon.
“Where are the gods of my world when you need them?”
“Busy in their own universe Bro.”
I turned my head and there was Blondebolt, relaxing on my ghostly back.
I wanted to kick him off, but I couldn’t bring myself to hurt my yet somehow not self.
And besides, I’m caring for him for now.
“Ah hell.”
He laughed at that.
I laughed at him laughing at that, then shook my head and got to walking.
We came across that one pony from before, the one that I used my hoof on to remove his jaw.
It was attached again, but he had a cast on there.
He gave me a nasty glare before going on his way.
After a while longer of walking, I saw this odd blue box.
Seriously.
It said “Police” on it.
And it was in an alleyway.
A Stallion entered it and it just disappeared.
“What was that Bro?”
“A something. Most likely some odd Time and Relative Dimension in Space type object.”
“…”
“I don’t know either.”
Blondebolt just shook his head, sat on me like a human would have, and I got to continuing.
Next we saw what appeared to be a drunken fight.
No need to explain.
Blood donors.
No.
That waffle pony from before.
Three hundred ponies dressed up like the Spartans.
Something involving a Pegasus and a pickle jar.
Raining chocolate.
“Wait… This doesn’t make sense Bro.”
“Just ignore it, probably some sort of spell.”
“I don’t think it’s a spell.”
“Then what is it?”
He put a hoof through my mane.
“Chaos.”
“Alright then…”
((This is the Author here, with no idea on how to continue. GIVE ME IDEAS THAT WORK DAMMIT. Please?))
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Zyggy
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1469
| 25 |
Nightmare Moon,Original Character,Princess Celestia,Princess Luna,Trixie,Human,Dark,Random,Romance,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Gore
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Currently Unnamed Journal
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"Human turned into pony and sent to Equestria" Clique done in a more line by line style.
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hiatus
| 24 | 15 |
<p>Human turned into pony and sent to Equestria in a time about two generations after the current Mane six and must deal with it and his terrible luck. Also, Celestia effectively hates this human.<br/>And he wants revenge.<br/>And is a misanthrope.<br/>And obsessed with silverware.<br/>He can't understand any of these crazy ponies either.<br/>(It seems the Genre of the story keeps on shifting, must note this.)</p>
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teen
|
2012-01-24T00:39:36+00:00
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2012-01-24T00:39:36+00:00
| 676 |
After what could be considered uneventful, we went back to the library, Blondebolt going to his room for some sort of reading thing, and myself down to the typewriter so I could write out what happened.
I read the various parts of the story as well, and realized something very important when I got to the part where I was shrunk.
Looking at the end, the thought and thus realization hit me.
The pouch was my cash pouch.
“THE BITCH STOLE MY CASH!”
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Zyggy
|
1469
| 26 |
Nightmare Moon,Original Character,Princess Celestia,Princess Luna,Trixie,Human,Dark,Random,Romance,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Gore
|
Currently Unnamed Journal
|
"Human turned into pony and sent to Equestria" Clique done in a more line by line style.
|
hiatus
| 24 | 15 |
<p>Human turned into pony and sent to Equestria in a time about two generations after the current Mane six and must deal with it and his terrible luck. Also, Celestia effectively hates this human.<br/>And he wants revenge.<br/>And is a misanthrope.<br/>And obsessed with silverware.<br/>He can't understand any of these crazy ponies either.<br/>(It seems the Genre of the story keeps on shifting, must note this.)</p>
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teen
|
2012-02-05T04:42:15+00:00
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2012-02-05T04:42:15+00:00
| 896 |
I went up the stairs, shaking my head at the realization.
Went out the door.
Was tackled by an extremely pissed off Luna & co.
“IT’S YOUR FAULT!”
I raised my eyebrow.
“Pardon?”
She pointed her hoof to her left.
My gaze followed.
There was a cage on wheels, and inside was Blitz.
And she was effectively rabid, trying to tear the bars open.
“Ah hell, ‘twas not a dream.”
I turned my head back to Luna.
“Give me two reasons why I shouldn’t banish you right now, Knifer.”
“One: without me you will not be finding those elements anytime soon.”
She nodded.
“Two: You do want to know about me, right?”
She nodded again.
“Oh, and you’re on top.”
She blushed and got off instantly, so I got up.
I walked over to Blitz, who instantly tried attacking me through the bars.
I put a hoof through the bars, and she bit it.
Every one of those ponies gasped.
I just held it there as she gnawed on it gently, calming down as she did so.
“See? She just needs something to chew, like a bone or something”
She looked up at her friends and smiled, ceasing her gnawing.
“Hey guys!”
I turned to look at their faces, and saw something that could only be described as ‘Varying Degrees of Want.’
“What’s wrong?”
“Blitz!”
Next thing I knew I had four ponies using me as a rug to stand on and one pony on those ponies.
And on that pony was Luna.
“Ow.”
“Shut up Knifer, you deserve this.”
“I deserve more than this bitch.”
“I’ll pretend I didn’t hear that.”
I would have shook my head, but Fable put one of her hooves on my jaw.
I didn’t pay attention to the conversation that occurred.
“Knifer.”
I noticed they were off me and thus stood.
“We have decided We will see you in the Library NOW.”
“Alright.”
I walked in there, followed by just Luna herself.
“I though you said… You meant Royal We, didn’t you?”
“We have decided that, in part of punishment for your acts of terrorism against Equestria, you will supply the ‘chew toy’ for Blitz.”
“Ah hell naw dawg I’m getting’ da fuck outta here see ya’ll sometime in da next millennium so I’ll be in a-”
My mouth was magically held closed by magical godly magic powers.
And I could tell my brain was degrading somehow, most likely because of the gnawing from Blitz, if zombie was an illness of some sort.
Or perhaps because I was finally starting to snap.
Probably that last one.
“You have no say in this; you are not an Equestrian citizen.”
I felt the magic loosen somewhat.
“So non-citizens have no rights at all?”
“Correct.”
“What.”
“Mhm?”
“THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU TWO?”
She stepped close to me.
“Every time we gave a non-citizen rights, they abused them. If you had taken the time to instead file for citizenship you would instead be going through an anesthetic for this.”
“Go unfuck yourself.”
I was thrown down the stairs, impacting the floor and sliding until I hit the wall.
Luna came down and shut the door, locking it.
I was lifted, and slammed against the wall again and again, face first.
I was silent the whole time, getting ready to kill her next chance I got.
When she stopped there was blood on the wall, and my entire face was bleeding.
Then we were in another room entirely, one that looked like a scene from a horror film.
I was strapped to a table, my left leg stretched out and off the surface.
I was facing Luna, who was looking down at me with an extremely horrifying grin on her face.
(This link shows what the face basically was: http://zw3uc.tk )
“Ah hell.”
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Zyggy
|
1469
| 27 |
Nightmare Moon,Original Character,Princess Celestia,Princess Luna,Trixie,Human,Dark,Random,Romance,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Gore
|
Currently Unnamed Journal
|
"Human turned into pony and sent to Equestria" Clique done in a more line by line style.
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hiatus
| 24 | 15 |
<p>Human turned into pony and sent to Equestria in a time about two generations after the current Mane six and must deal with it and his terrible luck. Also, Celestia effectively hates this human.<br/>And he wants revenge.<br/>And is a misanthrope.<br/>And obsessed with silverware.<br/>He can't understand any of these crazy ponies either.<br/>(It seems the Genre of the story keeps on shifting, must note this.)</p>
|
teen
|
2012-02-05T19:27:12+00:00
|
2012-02-05T19:27:12+00:00
| 844 |
She actually used her hooves, and lifted a bone saw, resting it against the leg.
“Ahahaha…”
“That was forced. I can tell.”
“AHAHAHA!”
“Fork.”
She raised the saw, and chopped, cutting my skin open and getting the saw into the bone somewhat.
I screamed in pain.
She began to saw, laughing all the way as I whimpered, tears going from my eyes and mixing with the blood already on my face.
I could just feel everything, all the pain, sorrow, and anger in me.
I felt it.
It burned.
“Oh god it burns so much.”
“All that anger in you is hurting?”
She yanked the saw out at a very harsh angle.
“YES.”
My arm was no longer blonde, it was red.
The red of blood.
The red of rage.
The red of vengeance.
Luna wiped my arm with her hoof, forced my mouth open, and forced me to taste it.
It tasted great.
Unlike human blood, it was somewhat sweet.
I had the perfect idea of how to get back at this.
The saw was brought back into the wound, opening it again and bringing forth more of the sweet fluid.
She removed her hoof from my mouth, and I didn’t scream in pain, I liked it.
I had snapped.
The saw finished going through my arm, and she tore off what was left, leaving the stump bleeding.
Not only had I snapped, but the restraints had too.
I was on her in an instant, tearing at her skin as she shrieked.
I just had to have more of the sweet blood.
I tore open her gut, and tore through her organs.
I jolted awake, Luna standing over me with my leg in the air beside her, my wound healed.
I still had blood in my mouth.
It tasted sweet.
“More.”
“NO!”
She backed up as I stood, working my way to her, adapting to not having a left leg.
“Stay back Knifer! You don’t know what you’re doing!”
It wasn’t me in control then, it was something else.
It wasn’t Nightmare Moon though.
A side I didn’t know I had.
It was great, vile, and cruel.
It has exploitative, evil, dishonest, violent, dangerous.
I liked it.
I leapt and was upon her, my eyes wide and deadly
(http://i.imgur.com/3qrXQ.jpg is basically how I looked. Yes somewhat creepypasta like)
“Please don’t…”
She was afraid, she was cowering.
I had her.
I bit down on her gut, and savored the taste.
The door burst down, and I was tackled off by none other than Seka.
She saw how I had changed.
“Please Knify…”
I brought my head up to hers, still with my Slasher smile.
I gently bit down on her nose, drew blood, and licked it.
“Yes…”
“That’s it; I’ve had enough of you Knifer.”
Fable then impaled me with something.
I looked, and in my gut was something I loved very, very much.
It was a knife.
Silver with a hint of blue, sharp and meant to cut through bone, the handle was wooden.
My smile got even more psychotic for a moment, and then I calmed down.
“I’m okay now.”
I just got confused stares from all of them.
I shook my head and grabbed the knife between both my back hooves, and yanked it out.
Cerridwen bandaged the wound, and I rolled, bringing Seka down to the ground as I stood.
They all looked at me in fear as I limped up the stairs.
“Enjoy your new toy Blitz.”
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rommel9
|
1470
| 1 |
Original Character,Princess Celestia,Princess Luna,Spike,Twilight Sparkle,Alternate Universe,Crossover,Adventure,Dark,Sad,Tragedy,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Gore
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The Battle of Stalliongrad
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incomplete
| 47 | 6 |
<p>They say you can learn a great amount by reading a book, but what happens when you learn something that nopony was ever supposed to know about?</p>
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teen
|
2011-10-14T00:02:06+00:00
|
2011-10-14T00:02:06+00:00
| 4,748 |
“Spike. Spike? SPIKE!”
“Wha- what?! I'm awake!” the baby dragon replied sleepily to the lavender unicorn that was his caretaker and best friend.
“Sorry Spike, but I need you to find a book for me.” Twilight Sparkle the unicorn said. Her muzzle was buried in a large, leather bound book entitled Equestria: A History.
“What else is new?” The reptile grumbled as he rolled out of his small basket bed. He made his way down the stairs from the loft he and the female pony shared in the Ponyville Library, heading to the nearest shelf. He then snatched up a random book before returning to toss it onto the bed where Twilight was nestled under the covers- her favorite thing to do while reading.
“Um, Spike?” Twilight said, holding up the book her number one assistant had retrieved. The book was about making exploding party favors to liven up parties. 'They'll blow your mind!' the book's cover stated a little too cheerily in green type.
“What is it now Twilight?”
“I didn't ask for this book...Heck, I didn't even say which book I wanted.”
“Ugh...What do you want, then?” Spike said groggily, taking the book back from his mentor.
“Fetch me an atlas of Equestria.” She said, reading from the ancient-looking history book atop her pillow. The dragon returned a moment later with a large paperback atlas in claw. He laid it open on the bed and looked up to Twilight, not even needing her to ask him to search something.
“Look for Stalliongrad.” The unicorn said, squinting to read the faded text on the yellowing pages of the history book. Spike searched every map the atlas contained for a few minutes before consulting the index. He trailed a single claw down the list of words beginning with 'S,' but finally shook his head in defeat.
“Nothing. There's nothing about a 'Stalliongrad' anywhere in the atlas.” Spike said, closing said book.
“Is it up to date?”
“Yea, it was just printed last year, too!”
“Strange...”
“What is it Twilight?”
“There's no Stalliongrad on the map, yet this history book has a chapter on something about the Battle of Stalliongrad!”
“What does the chapter on it say?” Spike asked, sitting up on the bed next to the unicorn.
“That's just it, Spike- the chapter's not there! All the pages that seem to even mention it have been ripped out! I'm surprised it's still in the chapter listings.” Twilight said, sliding off from her bed. The lavender pony trotted down into the library proper, her reptilian assistant hot on her heels. The unicorn then wandered over to her desk where she pulled out a piece of parchment and a quill using her magic. A faint purple glow surrounded her horn and the objects she was levitating. The office supplies floated over to Spike, who grabbed them from the air with a curious look.
“Spike, take a note.” Twilight said, starting to pace as per usual when sending a letter to Princess Celestia. Spike poised the quill above the parchment, ready to begin writing.
“Dear Princess Celestia. I am sorry to bother you at such a late hour, but I have a question about an event that occurred some time ago, more than likely during the thousand years Nightmare Moon was banished. The event in question is something called “The Battle of Stalliongrad.” I came across the title while doing some light reading, but cannot find any more information on either the battle or city. The settlement does not appear in even my most recent atlas and all information pertaining to the battle has been removed from my oldest history book. I believe the chapter I am searching for was removed long before I moved into the library here in Ponyville as the book I am referring to is property of the library. I hope that you will be able to shed light on the subject of the settlement of Stalliongrad and the battle that took place there... if such a settlement or battle ever existed or occurred. If it is merely a printing error with the book, then I shall seek a suitable replacement copy that is more up to date. Your faithful student, Twilight Sparkle.”
Spike let out sigh of relief that the letter wasn't too long, but it still cramped up his hand somewhat. He sealed the letter and held it up, about to engulf it in a swirl of magical green flames so as to send it to the ruler of Equestria, Princess Celestia. He stopped short though, glancing momentarily at Twilight.
“Well, Spike? Send it!”
“Are you sure about this Twilight? I mean, if the information isn't there, then it's obvious someone doesn't want anyone finding out about what happened.” The reptile said, ever the worry wart.
“Oh Spike,” Twilight said, patting the baby dragon on the head with one of her hooves. “You worry too much. I'm sure the Princess will be delighted to answer our questions. Heck, she'll be happy to learn that we're interested in the history of Equestria.”
Rolling his eyes, Spike set fire to the rolled up parchment, causing it to vanish in a flash of green. Twilight smiled, giving the baby dragon a one legged hug before heading back to the stairs. More than likely, the princess might not reply until morning. In the meantime, the unicorn decided it would be a good idea to get some sleep.
“Come on Spike, let's head to bed.” Twilight said with a yawn. “Hopefully we'll have received a reply tomorrow before Rarity drops off the Cutie Mark Crusaders for us to fillysit.”
Just as Spike was about to reply, he burped up a small green flame into the air. A scroll appeared amidst it. He grabbed the letter, unsealing it with a flick of a claw. “That was a quick reply.” He said, opening the scroll. His eyes darted over the writing, growing a tad large in surprise.
“What's it say Spike?” Twilight urged.
“Dear Twilight Sparkle. You are to report to Canterlot tomorrow at once. Do not tell anypony else of what you have found and bring the history book in question with you. A chariot will be sent for you in the morning at sunrise. Signed Princess Celestia.”
Spike rolled up the letter and tucked it under his arm, looking at Twilight with a raised eyebrow. His look had an obvious 'I told you so' manner as she scratched her head and shrugged.
“I wonder what the problem is?” The scholarly pony wondered aloud. She didn't say anything else, but began to pack immediately for her trip to her home city of Canterlot. Spike followed her, grabbing up whatever she instructed him to pack for her. When she was finally finished, she only had a small suitcase and her saddlebags. The saddlebags contained spare parchment and quills for any notes the unicorn might want to take along with the book just as the Princess had requested.
“So I guess Rarity will have to get Applejack to fillysit, huh?” Spike asked as they began to settle back into bed.
“Spike, are you telling me that you can't handle three little fillies on your own?” Twilight asked with a giggle.
“On my own? You mean I'm not going with you?” Her number one assistant said with disappointment in his young voice.
“Sorry Spike, but the Princess asked only for me. Besides, maybe you can convince Rainbow Dash or Pinkie Pie to help you fillysit while I'm gone. I'm sure they'd be happy to help you.” The unicorn said with a yawn. Before Spike could retaliate, snoring began to fill the bedroom from Twilight's bed.
“Why do I always get stuck with the hard stuff?” Spike huffed.
~~~~~
The next morning, the sound of a carriage being towed by a pair of Pegasus was heard outside the Ponyville library where Twilight Sparkle and Spike made their home. The lavender unicorn opened the door before either of the Royal Guards had time to even unhitch from the carriage to knock on the door. The magic pony trotted out into the cool morning air, her suitcase being levitated via her magic while her saddlebags were draped over her torso.
“Good morning, good sirs.” She said with a smile to the armor-clad guard ponies. The two colts smiled and silently nodded to Twilight in response, their golden centurion-style helmets shining dazzlingly in the early morning sun.
Once the unicorn was settled in, the duo of flying guards launched themselves in the air, taking the carriage with them. Only one or two ponies were awake at this hour in Ponyville. Those that were paid no mind to the official-looking carriage as it flew away from the library and towards Canterlot. Had the carriage been at anypony else's home other than Twilight Sparkle's, they ponies of the small town might have paid it more mind. They had grown used to such things over time since Princess Celestia's number one student had moved into the town's library.
Twilight sat down as the carriage flew through the air, looking every now and then down at the landscape below as she was whisked towards Canterlot. The unicorn lay her head down tiredly on the edge of the golden carriage as it flew along. It wouldn't be a long flight, but she decided to close her eyes just for a moment.
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“Miss Sparkle, we have arrived. Miss Sparkle? Miss Sparkle, you need to wake up.”
“N-Noo...F-Five more minutes.” Twilight muttered sleepily to the guard pony who was gently shaking her awake. When she opened her eyes partway to make out who was awaking her from such a lovely nap, she realized that the carriage had finally reached the castle at Canterlot. Currently, the carriage in which Twilight had ridden in was sitting in a small courtyard in the back of the castle.
The unicorn's eyes were wide open within a second, her heart racing. She had fallen asleep during the short flight to Canterlot! She literally jumped from the carriage, panicking. Had Princess Celestia seen her asleep? Had the Princess come and gone while she was asleep? Thoughts like these raced through the scholar's mind before she finally turned to the unicorn guard who had awoken her.
“Where's the Princess?” She asked, looking every which way for her mentor.
“She's coming down that hallway.” He said, tone serious like all other guards. He pointed a hoof at a pair of wooden doors that lead into the castle. “She was right behind me, so she'll be here in less than a-”
The guard stopped mid sentence as the doors opened, an immensely large alicorn standing in the doorway. Her mane was colored in four separate strands of pink, purple, green, and blue, the same going for her tail. Her horn was long and sharp at the tip, shining in the sun, while her hooves were clad in gold. This was Princess Celestia, one of the two ruling sisters of Equestria.
“Princess Celestia! Oh, it's so wonderful to see you again! I've missed you so-” Twilight stopped partway through her happy reunification speech. She took notice of the depressed look upon her mentor's face. It was a look that the Princess rarely was seen with... if she had ever had that look before, that is. She was not smiling as per usual, and her eyes did not sparkle with happiness, but seemed dim and dull.
“Princess?” Twilight inquired.
“Come with me, Twilight. We have much to discuss.”
~~~~~
About half an hour later, Twilight was sitting at a long wooden table in the middle of the castle's immense library. Princess Celestia had left the unicorn at the table alone almost twenty minutes ago, instructing her pupil to go nowhere. The tall sun princess had then headed off towards the back of the library where there was a vault of restricted literature guarded by powerful magic that only Celestia herself could control.
“Twilight? Twilight Sparkle?”
Twilight almost fell from the chair she had been sitting in, startled by the sudden entrance of somepony else into the empty library. She turned to see who had spoken and found herself face to face with the last pony she had expected to see there in the library during the middle of the day. Standing a few steps behind the unicorn's chair was the second co-ruler of Equestria, Princess Luna.
“Princess Luna!” Twilight almost shouted as she jumped from her chair and into a deep bow before the princess of the night. “It's an honor to see you again!” She continued, not daring to look up out of respect and courtesy. The midnight blue alicorn smiled shyly, returning the bow to the unicorn that she owed her freedom to.
“It's a pleasure to see you again as well, Twilight Sparkle.” The princess said. Her words were full of kindness, all traces of Nightmare Moon gone from her personality. When the two magical mares lifted their heads and looked to one another, they smiled and stood in an awkward silence for a few moments. It was during this momentary silence that Twilight finally realized that Luna was larger than the average pony, yet not as large as her sister Celestia. After a few more moments of silence, Luna finally broke it.“Tell me Twilight Sparkle, what brings you to Canterlot on such short notice?”
“Oh well, um, uh...I-I just had some findings in my research that I wanted to show to Celestia in person.” Twilight said nervously, her tail twitching somewhat as she thought up an answer for her being there. “Y-You?” she asked, smiling a little too much. She mentally smacked herself for asking one of the Princesses of Canterlot what she was doing in her own castle.
Giggling, Luna said, “Oh, Tia just wanted to tell me something.” The moon princess then became slightly downtrodden by something on her mind. “She seems upset over something lately. She was fine last night, but then this morning when she came to raise the sun, she seemed burdened.”
Twilight's color seemed to go pale as she put the pieces together. It had been her letter to the sun princess that had upset her and was now causing the other princess to be worried. Before the lavender unicorn could say anything, Celestia appeared from behind one of the many enormous book cases in the library.
The sun princess was using her magic to carry an impressive array of items with her, among them a stack of four or five books, a few rolled up maps, three wooden crates, and what looked like a photo album. The ruler of Equestria sighed, levitating the items onto the table where Luna and Twilight now stood, watching her with interest.
“Did you bring the book, Twilight?” Celestia asked as she laid out the books. There was a smaller book that had been hidden among the stack. The small piece of literature seemed to blend with the wooden table thanks to its brown leather cover that was faded with age and wear.
“Yes, Princess.” The young unicorn said as she levitated the aforementioned history book from her saddlebags and onto the table. She set it away from the other books. It hadn't even been fully released from Twilight's magical hold before the book burst into flames. Luna and the unicorn jumped with fright, tripping over one another. “Wha-what the...?” Twilight asked, confused. She looked to Celestia, who was simply brushing away the ashes of the book with one of her enormous wings.
“Now that that is taken care of, we can begin.” She said, using her magic to pull out two chairs for her sister and pupil. “Sit, please.” The two did as they were asked, still confused about what had just happened.
“Um, Tia? Was there something you wanted to tell me?” Luna asked softly.
“Yes, dear sister, there is. It is the same thing I am going to tell Twilight Sparkle about. It's more like a history lesson, actually,” The alicorn answered using her magic to unroll a few maps and open a few of the books at once.
“...About Stalliongrad?” Twilight asked.
“Yes, my star pupil, about Stalliongrad.”
“What is Stalliongrad?” Luna asked, feeling left out for a moment.
“The better question, my dear sister, is what was Stalliongrad,” Celestia said darkly. Luna and Twilight exchanged worried looks before looking back to the sun princess.
“Stalliongrad was an industrial earth pony city to the far East just within Equestria's borders. It's name had originally been Colitsyn, but it was renamed for its most prominent mayor, Josef Stallion.” Celestia opened the photo album to a picture of a clay red earth pony who had an overly thick mustache. Mr. Stallion was wearing a green-gray peaked cap with a red band just above the bill, while a gold cord sat on the headgear's awning. A symbol compromising of a hammer and horseshoe was pinned to the crimson band. The pony also wore a coat of the same design to match the cap. It was a uniform of sorts.
“After having dealt with numerous rebellions and uprisings in Equestria for the first seven hundred years of Nightmare Moon's imprisonment, I was weary of other ponies who may come to have large amounts of power and influence in the land. To crack down on any sign of disloyalty to my reign, I formed a political party that was harsh in both its tactics and procedures. I was said party’s leader, of course. I did not think of myself as being a monarchy anymore, oh no. I had become a dictator, mad with power and paranoid about anything that seemed to go against my word.”
“What was the political party?” Twilight asked.
“I called it the Pony Party to make it seem more inviting. Of course it was optional to join the party, but nonmembers and members alike were kept under strict regulations and observation. Every town and settlement had a Pony Party Headquarters where the local party official and his officers made sure my word was obeyed and enforced. Those that did not obey were immediately taken care of. Looking back on myself now, I feel so saddened and ashamed at what I had done to my beloved Equestria.”
Celestia sighed, shaking her head in shame. She cleared her throat before going on, not giving the other two ponies in the room a second to ask a single question.
“Stallion came to power over Stalliongrad and a few smaller surrounding villages through the Earth Pony Labor Union, an organization which helped bring equality to earth ponies in the work place. It was a very powerful organization at the time. With the ponies of Stalliongrad and the few surrounding towns and settlements under his command, Stallion started to think of expanding his rule. He started by seceding from Equestrian rule and beginning his own nation which he christened as the 'Socialist Earth Pony Worker's Union.' He claimed it as a paradise for earth ponies who sought to be equal with other ponies... to escape the hierarchy of Equestria in which unicorns were seemingly in control of everything.”
Celestia stopped her lecture for a moment to flip to another page in the photo album. It was a faded photo of herself and representatives from the S.E.P.W.U. sitting together at a large table. Josef Stallion was in the center of the representatives, smiling cheekily at an angry-looking Celestia.
“I tried to be political and brought Josef to the bargaining table to try and come to an agreement. Equestria needed the industrial strength that was now under the control of Stallion's iron hoof. He agreed to continue trade with Equestria, but at prices that would easily send our economy into chaos inside of ten years. I had no choice but to remove him from power... by force.”
By this point in the history lesson, Twilight's mouth was agape and Luna's eyes were the size of dinner plates. Neither of the fillies could comprehend what they were hearing. This was a part of Equestrian history that wasn't taught in school or even allowed to be told to everyday ponies. The fact that something on such a huge political scale had taken place only three hundred years prior to them sitting in the library showed something had happened that was never meant to be known by future generations.
“H-How did you accomplish that, P-Princess?” Twilight asked nervously. She may have seemed nervous, but she was also excited... excited at the prospect of gaining extremely rare knowledge! What pony could say they knew about a part of Equestrian history that was meant to be known by only a select few?
“When political attempts failed, as did more severe techniques...” Celestia turned to a photo of Josef Stallion being pulled from a pile of rubble that had been a bar. “I had no choice. The only way to reunite Equestria and bring peace back to the land was through confrontation on a massive scale. I was left with no choice aside from going to war with the Socialist Earth Pony Worker's Union.”
“But Equestria has no military, sister!” Luna said, shocked. “The only forces we have are the Royal Equestrian Guards!”
“You are correct, little sister. At the time, I only had the Royal Equestrian Guard and the Pony Party officials and officers at my disposal, but there were problems. I needed to keep the guards here in Canterlot and in the surrounding area to keep myself safe from any attacks by Stallionists, and the Party officials, well...They were more like law enforcement, not combat personnel.”
“So what did you do?” Twilight asked before Luna could even think to.
Celestia smiled grimly and looked down to the wooden table before answering her. “I formed the Maremacht, a powerful war machine whose soul purpose was bent on destroying the Socialist Earth Pony Worker's Union, Josef Stallion, and anything else that threatened Equestria or my power. I didn't do it on my own, of course. I had help from a small group of ponies whose backgrounds I am still unsure of... but they knew what to do.”
“Who were they?” Twilight asked, the ever-curious scholar.
“You will learn about them in due time, my star pupil. Here.” The sun princess said, shoving the small leather book across the table with a forehoof. “This is the journal of one of the soldiers who served in the Maremacht during the war. Use these books and maps to learn of what happened, for I do not know everything myself. I have not read the journal, nor do I plan to. I already have enough regrets from the little bit of knowledge that I have.”
The tall, elegant alicorn then turned and slowly trod away from the two ponies, leaving them to their studies. Twilight and Luna were at a loss for words. They had so many questions for the sun princess, but they had even more that could only be answered by the journal and books in front of them. Twilight picked up the small leather book in a field of purple looking magic, levitating it in front of her.
“Journal of Sergeant Schmeisser.” Twilight said, reading the black writing that was just inside the cover. It looked like it had been written by somepony using their mouth, so it wasn't a unicorn who had written it. Despite this fact, the writing was actually legible enough to read without difficulty.
“Go on Twilight, open it,” Luna urged, curiosity radiating from her.
With a look of curiosity and fear on her own face, Twilight did so. From that point on, there was no turning back.
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<p>They say you can learn a great amount by reading a book, but what happens when you learn something that nopony was ever supposed to know about?</p>
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Equestria, 301 years prior to Princess Luna's freedom from Nightmare Moon, and 1 year prior to the Battle of Stalliongrad
~~~~~
The dark blue colt smirked coyly as he admired his reflection the window of the Coltstock bakery. His light brown tunic, the matching peaked cap atop his head, the leather strap across his chest in a bandolier fashion... He looked the part of being the head of the village's Pony Party chapter. He ran a hoof through his medium length brown mane before adjusting the armband on his left foreleg.
“I'll need a new one soon...” he thought, noticing the edges were fraying in a few places.
It didn't matter, so long as the symbol was still intact. That was the only important thing. The colt turned from the shop window and continued down the cobblestone path that made up the town's main street, greeting any pony he met in a friendly manner. He soon reached his destination, the local Party headquarters.
“Morning gents.” He said in his aged voice as he entered the small one room building. The other three ponies in the room answered in a similar fashion.
“Morning Logan.” An orange unicorn said from one of the five desks.
A steaming cup of coffee was levitating in front of him, with an tangerine tinted field of magic around it. His cutie-mark was that of a few chestnuts.
“Morning Chester.” The elder earth pony replied with a nod.
He made his way over to his desk, which sat against the back wall of the building, under a fairly large banner sporting the same insignia which was on his armband. The insignia was that of the Reichsmare, an alicorn with spread wings stood atop a jewel encrusted circle which contained an eight pronged sun. All of the prongs were curved to the alicorn's left; the same direction in which the it was looking. Four of the prongs were larger than the rest.
“So, anything new?”
“Yea, a letter on your desk.”
Logan looked down to his desk, seeing that there was a sheet of paper with the word 'URGENT’ stamped across the top in big red lettering.
“What's this?”
“It was there this morning when we all got here. Must have arrived during the night via magic.” a gray Pegasus called from the other side of the room before going back to eating his breakfast of muffins.
“What is it, Mr. Logan?” asked a young earth pony; the boy couldn't have been more than nineteen years of age.
“Hm, a letter from Canterlot. Seems were are to expect a visitor and his escort sometime this morning.” Logan said, reading the letter over a few times.
Before he could go on, there was a knock at the door.
“Wonder if that's them. Sandy, answer the door.” The tan teen with the pale and shovel cutie mark nodded before rushing to the door of Party Headquarters, adjusting the light brown kepi atop his head before opening the entrance.
The last thing any of the Party members expected to see at the door was a pair of ponies clad in jet black uniforms, but such a pair stood right in the doorway. The Pegasus of the two stepped through the door and past Sandy, his unicorn companion trotting in right behind him. He looked around with an emotionless gaze, inspecting the Party building. While the two mystery ponies stood just inside the door, the Party members got a good look at their uniforms; solid black tunics with two breast pockets, complimented by strange patches on the sleeves and high backed collars. Their peaked caps bore the Reichsmare like their armbands, with the addition of a skull and crossbones pinned just above the bill.
“Can I help you, gentlemen?” Logan asked quizzically, he didn't know what to make of their uniforms.
They weren't party uniforms, that was for sure....
“Are you Political Officer Logan?” The brick red Pegasus inquired, eying the blue pony's cutie mark that was a stack of logs.
“Yes, yes I am. Who wants to know?”
“I am Sergeant Schultz, you should have received a letter concerning my arrival.” As he spoke, the airborne pony pointed out the single green stripes sewn onto his left and right sleeves at the knee.
“Yes, I only just got into the office, and-”
“How old are you, Political Officer?”
“I'm fifty-five, but I don't see how-”
“Too old to be affected,” The Sergeant said to the unicorn.
The other pony, a Sergeant as well, nodded and used his magic to pull a pen and pad from his breast pockets. He jotted several notes down.
“How old are the rest of you?”
“Thirty-four.” Answered the gray pegasus.
“Twenty-six.” Added Chester.
“Nineteen.” Chimed in Sandy.
“The rest of you qualify,” The red pony informed, glancing over them once more. He looked to the gray Pegasus. “Name and cutie-mark.”
“Dopy, and my mark is a chef's hat. I run the bakery in town.”
“Can you fly?”
“You bet I can! Best in town!”
Chester jumped into the conversation with “That's because you're the only Pegasus in town.”
Dopy attempted to say something, but couldn't think of a witty enough comeback. Instead, he just mumbled under his breath and shuffled his hooves. Schultz bore the same blank look as he let forth an annoyed sigh.
“Cook...” he said to the unicorn.
“I'm sorry, but what's all this about?” Logan demanded, his temper rising.
After all, these two ponies just showed up last minute and began asking random questions.
“Where are you from? Who sent you?”
“I was sent from Canterlot, though I am personally from somewhere other than Equestria. As for my purpose in visiting your little hamlet of Coltstock, it is the drafting of colts between the ages of eighteen and forty for the military.”
“What military?”
“If you had read ze letter, you vould know.” The unicorn who had remained silent up until now gave Logan an exasperated look. His accent was... alien to the Equestrian ponies in the room, save for Logan. It reminded him of his late wife's accent somewhat. The looks the unicorn received reflected why he hadn't spoken when he first arrived. Schultz continued on from there.
“As you all know, and from what myself and my Kameraden have been informed, relations with the Stallionists have been... tense, to say the least. The Royal Equestrian Guard can barely keep Celestia, Canterlot, and the surrounding area, secure let alone all of Equestria. If the rumors are true about Stalion building up his own military might, then Equestria needs a force worthy of protecting it. It is just such a force that Princess Celestia herself has decided be formed.”
The Pony Party members were now giving the two visitors strange looks as if they were both crazy. They all knew how things were between Equestria and the Socialist Earth Pony Worker's Union, but no pony gave any thought to the two nations going to war.
“You can't be serious,” Logan interjected.
“As serious as a cutie-mark, Mr. Logan. Now, if you and your men will aid us in gathering up the appropriately aged colts of this town, I am to have them all to the railroad crossing a few miles West of here within six hours, and it will take a few hours to gather every pony and march them there to meet with our train.” The Pegasus Sergeant stood there for a few moments, staring at the other ponies in the room.
“Now!” He ordered sternly, his voice showing emotion for the first time that morning.
The colts rushed out of the building, doing as they were ordered.
While his friends began to knock at doors and gather any colt they could find, Logan rushed for his home that sat just on the edge of town. When he galloped into the yard, the earth pony found his son busy painting a sign for the logging business the two ran together. The white earth pony turned to face his father when he heard the sound of hooves, smiling, a paintbrush in his mouth. Paint dripped from the bristles and onto the ground, staining the green grass white.
“Hey dad, you're home early. I was just putting a fresh coat of paint on the sign. I- What's wrong?” The colt noticed his father was out of breath from the run and wearing quite adistraught look.
“D-Draft...Y-You...In age group...”
“What?”
“I'm not sure, b-but these two ponies showed up, talking about a draft for a newly formed military. All colts between eighteen and forty are being pressed into service.”
“Wait, you don't mean...?”
“Yes, Schmeisser, you're going to have to go with them.”
The twenty year old colt stood in silence for a few moments, staring at the ground. His face was twisted in deep thought as he turned things over in his mind. Logan trotted up to his only child, putting a leg around him, looking into his light blue eyes. “You going to be okay, son?”
“Okay? This is great!”
“What?” This was obviously not the reaction the logging pony had expected from his son. “How is this great? You could get hurt!”
“I know that, but it's great because I might finally get my cutie-mark!” the youngster exclaimed, motioning towards his flank that was void of said mark. Throughout his entire life, Schmeisser had never found what he was good at, and thus had never found his cutie-mark. Now, he had another opportunity to gain it!
“Son, listen to me. If this military will be anything like the Royal Equestrian Guard, it's going to be tough. I should know, having-”
“I know, Dad, you served in the Princess's guard for seventeen years. Then you met mom, you two moved here, started the logging business, had me, and...” Schmeisser stopped short, not wanting to go on.
Logan nodded sadly, knowing what he meant. His wife and Schmeisser's mother, Faust, had died giving birth. The boy didn't know much of his mom, but he'd been told she was very caring and a wonderful singer.
“Come inside, I'll help you pack.”
After a very quick run through Schmeisser's wardrobe, the white pony stood by the door with a set of light saddlebags. The bags held a few work shirts, a small blanket, a loaf of bread for the trip, and some paper and pens for writing letters. Logan had disappeared into his study, saying he had something for his son. He returned not too much later, a leather bound book in his mouth. He nuzzled open his son's bags and slipped it in. He was given a quizzical look by his son.
“It's a journal. To keep you occupied. You remember how I taught you to write with your mouth?”
“Don't bite down too hard or swallow the pencil.”
“Good boy. Keep practicing so you won't have to get a unicorn to help you.”
“Maybe I can get good enough so unicorns ask me for help.” Schmeisser chuckled.
“That's the spirit.” his father rasped, smiling sombrely. “Keep your spirits up and you'll do fine.”
The two had begun walking back towards town; the deadline for the round up nearing. They remained quiet most of the way, just enjoying the time with one another while it lasted. When the town square came into view, every colt that was of age was standing around the two ponies from earlier, both still clad in black. Schultz, the Pegasus, was standing on a wooden crate while his unicorn companion stood next to him. The brick red pony on the makeshift podium was shouting out to the crowd of thirty or so colts.
“EVERPONY, FORM UP! TWO FILES! MOVE IT, SCHNELL!”
“What?” A yellow unicorn asked.
“QUICKLY!” The sergeant bellowed back, just as loud.
The unicorn jumped from being yelled. Among those in the forming ranks of ponies were all of the Pony Party officials, though they were all out of uniform now, save for their caps. The three were at the front.
“Glad to see you could join us Logan!” Chester called jokingly.
The dark blue pony paid him no mind, turning back to his son.
“Word of advice.” Logan whispered in a hushed voice. “Do not draw unwanted or unneeded attention to yourself during training. It will bring trouble. You understand me?”
“Yes, sir.” He nodded, taking in every little word. “I'll keep my head down and do as I am told.”
“Good boy... And please, stay safe, son. You're all I have left.” Logan then threw both his forelegs around his son's neck, hugging him close, choking out his words. Schmeisser didn't know what to say, so he returned the hug with one leg.
“I will, dad.”
“How touching, wouldn't you agree, Sergeant?” The brick red Pegasus said dryly.
His unicorn escort merely nodded. The two shrugged off the dirty look they were given.
“If you will be so kind as to fall in up front next to Mr. Sandy, Mr. Schmeisser, we will be on our way. We have a train to catch.”
Doing as he was told, Schmeisser nodded as he took his place in the formation. Sandy gave him a reassuring smile.
“Don't worry Shmy, we'll stick together, watch out for one another. Deal?” Sandy held up a hoof to his friend.
“Deal.” The two high-hoofed before being put in check by a bit of agitated throat clearing by a certain pony in black.
“Forward!” Schultz looked back to make sure every pony was in formation. “March!”
The formation of colts started off, heading out of town via the cobblestone street that eventually would turn to dirt a mile or so out. Mare, fillies, and those who were staying behind lined the street, waving and watching their colts march off to an uncertain fate. A few mares were crying as their husbands or sons passed them. While the townsfolk were in a gloomy mood, those ponies who were now enlisted were smiling. They were excited. They were going on an adventure to parts of Equestria they'd never been to! Some had never left the region or even town before!
As they continued on out of town, conversations began to spark between friends and neighbors. The two black clad ponies leading the formation didn't seem to care, talking between one another in a language no one seemed to grasp. While every pony was concerned with passing the time, Schmeisser took one last look back to his home; all ready homesick.
He caught sight of his father just at the edge of the village proper, watching them go. The young colt felt a twinge of guilt and longing in his heart. A longing to be out in the woods with his dad, cutting down trees and sawing them into smaller logs. A longing to be a foal again, rolling around in a pile of wood shavings while his father tried to scorn him while laughing at the site. The white pony got so caught up in his thoughts, he was almost trampled by those behind him. A quick jab to the flank by the unicorn to his rear brought him back to earth.
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The train ride to wherever they were headed had so far been uneventful, to say the least. The parade of colts had arrived at a point where the dirt road they had been on met with a set of railroad tracks, only five miles outside of town. The train arrived not even a quarter of an hour after the group had, though had been seen Schultz muttering that they could have arrived earlier.
The locomotive wasn't being pulled by a team of colts like it usually was, but was actually being used properly. Steam and smoke poured from the engine, bringing about fits of hacking and coughs from the ponies standing alongside the tracks. It was obvious as to why the train wasn't being pulled by a team of colts, there had to be at least twenty passenger cars; all loaded with colts headed for the same destination.
“I thought being a soldier would be more exciting than this.” Sandy was sitting on the same bench as Schmeisser, staring through the window; looking out at the flat green plains.
He was sitting with all four hooves on the bench, seeming as though he had fallen back onto his rear, instead of having purposefully sat in such a style after jumping onto the wooden seat.
“From what my dad's told me, training will be a rough experience.” Schmeisser was sitting in a similar fashion, as were most of the other colts in the train car.
They were in the second car from the front, the forward car being occupied by the two Sergeants and other ponies clad in similar uniforms. No pony was allowed to go through the door to the first car. The only time the door opened, was when one of the black uniformed ponies came out to check upon the recruits.
“It can't be that bad. Not like we'll actually have to fight, eh?”
“Yea, I'm sure the Princess will settle things before we're even half way through training.”
“How long have we been on this foul train?”
“A few hours, I think. You fell asleep about an hour after we boarded.”
“Did I?” Sandy asked, shocked; he couldn't recall falling asleep or waking up.
“Yea. A unicorn from Canterlot turned your mane a different color for a bit. Shocker the laughter didn't wake you.” Schmeisser said with a grin.
“What color?”
“Hot pink.”
“Think I'll be jumping from the train now.”
Before the white pony could reply, the door to the front car slid open. A procession of uniformed Pegasi, unicorns, and earth ponies filed out. Some wore the same rank patches as Schultz and his unicorn friend, others wore different ones. A few had nothing on their sleeves at all.
As the last of the soldiers slid the rear door to the other cars shut, only three black clad colts remained standing up front. A steel gray earth pony and two orange unicorns. The unicorns bore no rank patches, while the earth pony's sleeves held a patch that seemed different from all the others. The patch was that of three dark green stripes, stacked upon one another, with a pair of crossed apple leaves atop the verdant bands.
“Gentlecolts.” The officer began. “I am Captain Sturm of the Storm Stallions. All of the uniforms colts you have encountered today are soldiers in the SS. As of now, you are all Privates in the newly formed military of Equestria, the Maremacht. All 100 members of the SS are currently higher ranking than you, even Privates like the ones standing next to me.” Sturm gestured to the two unicorns that flanked him. “Any questions so far?” A unicorn in the back raised his hoof.
“Stand and state your name and question,” The Captain called.
“My name is Forty, er, Private Forty,” The colt answered, standing from his seat. “I was just wondering where we were going, and when we were going to arrive.”
“Good question, Private. Ve are headed to Camp Perfection, where you all will be trained to be soldiers. You will be joined by ponies from all around Equestria, though some of the other recruits will be sent to one of the other four camps in this area. You will be trained by both members of the SS and the Royal Equestrian Guard. As for arrival, within the next half hour. Any other questions?”
Sandy raised a hoof, waiting to be acknowledge by the Captain. When he was, he stood quickly.
“Private Sandy, sir. My question is about you.” The tanned colt stood firm, but trembled slightly from the look he received from the three ponies standing in front of him.
“What is it, Private?”
“Where are you all from, sir? It's obvious none of you are from Equestria, as none of us can make since of your accent.” Sandy regretted asking the question, for as soon as the last word was out of his mouth, he was confronted by an angry looking Captain Sturm.
The non-Equestrian colt was staring daggers with his steel gray eyes that matched his mane and coat.
“You have a problem with meine accent, Private?” Sturm was laying the accent on thick now, no longer holding it back.
He also started to say a few words no pony in the care understood, except for the two SS Privates still standing by the door. The two looked fit to burst with laughter as they watched the frightened faces of the recruits.
“Gehe zu saugen ein Einhorn Horn, Maden,” The Captain spat.
“Um, yes, sir?” Sandy replied, afraid to say anything else.
That sent the two Privates reeling with laughter. They were quickly silenced by a glare from their superior. Sandy sank back into his seat as the foreign colt trotted back to the front. Captain Sturm didn't ask if there were any more questions.
An engineer pony from the train’s front poked his head through the door.
“We're almost there Captain. Not even three minutes.” The colt then disappeared back to the locomotive before Sturm could reply.
“Gather your belongings!” The Captain yelled. “Move it!”
Every pony in the train car rushed to gather their saddlebags from the racks above their seats, checking to make sure everything was where it should be. The two SS Privates shoved through the crowd and out the back door, going to warn the other train cars' passengers of their imminent arrival. Schmeisser looked out the window and began to notice the landscape flatten out for miles. They must have been in the middle of the Equestrian Plains, basically the middle of nowhere.
A minute or so later, the train slowed to a crawl as it passed through a gateway within a wall of barbed wire fence. Every pony looked out the windows to catch a glimpse at the grim barrier that seemed to extend out to the horizon, as well as the Royal Guards at the entrance they were passing through. The train continued on for another minute before coming to a stop at a makeshift railway platform. Looking from the train car windows, the camp seemed to be nothing more than row upon row of wooden barracks, with a few larger buildings constructed from wood and steel. Dirt roads were carved through the uniformly placed buildings, while hastily crafted road signs docked the corners of intersections.
“This isn't a site seeing tour, kiddies! Off the train, move it!” Sturm yelled.
A few SS ponies seemed to appear from nowhere and began to shove the other colts from the car, yelling at them in a similar fashion as the Captain. All along the train, the same scene was playing out as the fresh recruits were shoved out into the heat.
Once every pony was off the train, the engine backed away, leaving its passengers confused. The Storm Stallions from the train herded the conscripted colts into a large group, forming them up as best they could. There had to be nearly five hundred of them. Schmeisser found it hard to believe that that many ponies had fit into the train.
“What are we doing?” Some pony yelled from amidst the crowd.
“Yea, why are we here?” Another colt added.
This set the entire formation off, with questions being yelled at the Storm Stallions that were standing around the group. No answer was supplied, of course. That was, until Captain Sturm stepped atop a makeshift stage that had been erected out of a few crates and a sheet of plywood.
“Silence!” The draftees paid the officer no attention.
He yelled three more times, even threatening to stomp their cutie-marks into the dirt, but this achieved nothing. The soldiers attempted to quell the mob lest it become violent, but were unable to do anything useful. It seemed as if there was going to be a riot between the native Equestrians and their foreign counterparts, until...
TAT-TAT-TAT!
Silence fell over the formation as the ponies looked for the source of the strange noise. They turned their attention to the platform, where a Storm Stallion stood next to Captain Sturm, with a strange looking harness on him. There was a small, metal barrel poking out from the right side of the harness, a thin wisp of pearly white smoke rising from its tip.
“Welcome to hell,” The Captain yelled, glowering at his recruits.
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Cheap florescent lights buzzed as they hung from the ceiling of the mess hall; the newly arrived ponies filing into the hall. Every pony had just had their tail and mane buzzed short, and had also been issued simple field gray uniforms. The uniforms were basic tunics like those the Storm Stallions wore, just a different color. Each colt had also been given the choice of headgear;: a field or garrison cap. Schmeisser thought Sandy looked funny with the steeple like garrison cap tilted at a jaunty angle atop his head.
“I think it looks nice.” The pale and shovel cutie-marked colt snorted, attempting to end the conversation as the two took a seat at one of the many long, wooden tables in the dining hall.
“Keep telling yourself that.” His friend laughed.
The blank flank had gone with the more simple field cap. He looked around the large building and spotted a stage on which a podium stood. A banner was stung across the top of the platform, reading “Don’t be stupid, be a smarty! Come and join the Pony Party!”
“Wish we had something like that back at Party Headquarters in town.” Sandy gave the banner a jealous look. “Why did they herd us in here?”
“I heard one of the SS colts saying something about a welcome speech being given by some pony from the Propaganda Corps, whatever that is.”
At that moment, the lights in the hall dimmed slightly, leaving only the stage with proper lighting. From the double kitchen doors rushed about ten Storm Stallions, all wearing the same strange harness as the one from earlier. Four stood atop the stage, two on either side of the podium, while the remainder stood between the platform and recruits. They all wore the same jet black uniform and helmets.
“Wonder who all the fuss is for,” Sandy whispered to no pony in particular.
His question was answered not a moment later, as the doors opened once again, this time for a single unicorn.
The light brown unicorn was obviously larger than the average pony, much larger. Not nearly as large as Princess Celestia, but he was still big. He wore a standard SS uniform, with the exception of a few additions. Under the tunic, he wore a white dress shirt and tie, rather than a standard white undershirt. A Party armband was on his left foreleg, while two miniature Reichsmares were pinned to his collar, flanking his neck. He donned a standard peaked cap, the major difference being a target looking symbol pinned above the bill, below the Reichsmare. The red, white, and blue target was a long way from the skull and cross bones that other Storm Stallion Officers had on their caps.
As the colt passed, all the recruits were given a good look at the cutie-mark that adorned his flanks. A pair of loudspeakers atop a metal structure blaring out propaganda seemed to scream that this pony belonged in the Propaganda Corps. His mane and tail were a light black, matching his tan coat. He finally made it up the stage, taking his place behind the podium. When he looked up, giving every pony a first look at his face, all the newly drafted troops jumped in surprise. The unicorn’s face bore a creepy smile, smirk combination, giving him the impression of having just heard a perverted joke.
“Gentlecolts,” He began, his voice carrying that strange, alien accent. “Velcome to Camp Perfection. I am Propaganda Minister Blitz Stronghoof. I am pleased to tell you all, that you have just been drafted into the greatest force in Equestrian history. As soldiers in ze Maremacht, you shall experience ze joy of serving Princess Celestia by destroying those barbarians that seek to destroy our vay of life. I speak, of course, of the Stallionists. “ The minister paused to catch his breath before continuing on with his speech. “They say that earth ponies are treated like dirt under Equestrian rule, while unicorns rake in ze spoils of the hard, manual labor performed by the non-magic colts and fillies. Stallionists will tell you zat unicorns in Equestria do nothing but sit back, eating their fill, smoking fancy cigars, while sending out Pegasus ponies to do their dirty work. Well, my friends, I am here to tell you that all that propaganda that is churned out by Josef Stallion and his cronies... IS NOTHING BUT A PILE OF LIES AND MANURE!”
Every pony in the audience who had been falling asleep at this point of the speech was immediately hooked and woke up as if injected with pure caffeine. Blitz ran his eyes over the crowed before him, judging the colts in his audience. When he was satisfied that they were all paying him attention, he continued.
“Ze Stallionists seek to destroy our vay of life, here in Equestria! They seek to overthrow our glorious Princess und replace her with a merciless dictator who vill show no pity to anypony at all! All ready, Equestrian villages on the border vith Stallion’s separatist regime have fallen to his serpent’s ways. Your purpose in being here is to help free those who have fallen into Stallion’s clutches und bring them back to a life of freedom under Equestrian rule!”
Stronghoof slammed his steel horseshoed hooves down onto the podium, a crack appearing down the center of it. He was met by thunderous applause from the colts in gray before him. All the Pegasus ponies fluttered just above head level, whistling and clopping. One of the SS ponies moved to halt the racket, but was halted by his superior.
“Leave them, Sergeant.” Propaganda Minister Blitz’s face had returned to its eerie looking grin from the seriousness he had been exhibiting just a moment ago.
“But, sir....” The earth pony in the combat harness made to protest, but was drowned out by the ongoing applause that Blitz had revived by shouting “GLORY TO EQUESTRIA!” The Maremacht colts took up the cry, pounding on the tables and picking up a rhythm.
“Let them enjoy the time being. For now, BRING OUT THE PIE!” At his words, twenty or so mares emerged from the kitchen doors with carts piled high with apple pies, while some had carts holding mugs of apple cider.
Blitz watched as the recruits began to enjoy themselves, drinking and eating. He turned back to the SS Sergeant.
“Give them a few hours, allow them to pass out where they stand. Ve’ll hose them off in the morning for their first day of training.”
“Jawohl, Herr Propaganda Minister.” Saluting, the SS escort dispersed, taking places throughout the mess hall along the walls.
The tan unicorn headed through the throng of draftees, laughing at their comments and patting a few of them on the back, making them comfortable. He breathed a sigh of relief as he entered the kitchen.
“You’ve outdone yourself again, Blitz.” A deep voice called from a table in a dark corner.
“Thank you, Sky Marshal. Everything is best with pie.” The large unicorn chuckled at himself.
“Ja, that is true at times,” The voice of the Sky Marshal replied. “Don’t you agree, Field Marshal?”
“You’ve built up their moral, Blitz.” Another voice answered, this one not nearly as deep.
“That’s my job.”
“...Und it is mine to tear it down.”
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<p>They say you can learn a great amount by reading a book, but what happens when you learn something that nopony was ever supposed to know about?</p>
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Note: Despite Luna having returned in her own episode, I will continue to portray her in the way I originally had planned. Also, the chapters will flip from the journal to present day. You'll be told what time period it is prior to time changes. =)
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Canterlot Castle Library
Present day Equestria
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“So newly drafted soldiers were given pie and cider?”
Twilight Sparkle smacked her hoof to her forehead at the thought.
How could Celestia entrust Equestria's defence to commanders who gave their newly recruited personnel party food? It was inconceivable to her! It sounded like Pinkie Pie had been tasked with the defence of Equestria, not professional military ponies.
“That's most odd...” Luna said, an aged atlas of Equestria upon the table before her, opened up to a random page.
“Does...Schmeisser, was it? Does he go on to say what happened the morning after?”
Twilight skimmed through a few entries made by the Coltsgrenaider in training.
“Well, they were awoken by buckets of water thrown on them and then marched ten miles. The next few entries are of them doing basic training; running, climbing, getting into shape.”
“Does he mention their equipment yet? I'm curious as to what that harness was and how it worked...”
“Not yet, just a few entries detailing his dealings with a stomach virus from some bad alfalfa.” Twilight cringed at a particularly disgusting entry.
“I never did like alfalfa.”
Luna then stood and began to stretch, a few of her stiffened joints popping, bringing her to sigh in relief.
“I don't know about you, Twilight, but I'm starting to get hungry.” She said, stretching her wings.
Just as she did so, the Alicorn bumped their table accidentally, sending an unlit candle stick falling to the floor. It rolled across the library floor a ways before coming to rest at the foot of a large tarp covered painting that was level with the floor.
“Gah, I'm so clumsy.” She grumbled, moving to retrieve it.
“Allow me Princess.” Twilight said, beating her study buddy to the illumination stick.
As the Unicorn bent down to grasp the candle in her mouth, her violet eyes happened upon something on the corner of the tarp. “Is that? Couldn't be...”
“What is it Twilight?” The Alicorn slowly made her way over to the Unicorn that was lying flat on the floor, concentrating on the corner of the tarp.
“Look at this!” She exclaimed, excitement in her voice.
She used her magic to bring the corner of the covering up for the other pony to see, displaying her finding. There, in a small, dark stamp that was barely noticeable, was the same symbol from the journal: the Reichsmare.
“Oh my... Twilight, what's behind the tarp?” Now Luna had a hint of excitement in her own voice.
Twilight pulled the tarp back and down, backing away with Luna to avoid being covered.
The massive painting that hung from the wall was breathtaking, both ponies unable to speak. A massive airship that was blood red was flying in a darkened, smoke filled sky above a destroyed city, while Pegasi wearing different uniforms and harnesses descended to the area below. In the actual ruined, war torn city, earth ponies and Unicorns could be seen rushing forward, wearing the same equipment as described in Schmeisser's journal. Fires could be seen raging in different buildings, while smoke poured from destroyed coal depots and the stacks of the factories as they continued to work, despite the war around them. There was one area of the massive work of art that really stuck out, however. In what seemed to be a town square, dozens of gray clad soldiers could be seen rushing a multi-storey building, the barrel of a machine gun poking from a window and spitting lead. Some of the ponies rushing the building could be seen being hit or were on the ground, dead or dying. From behind a building on the Maremacht side of the square, a barrel of something could be seen poking out, as if it was about to come to the Coltsgrenadiers' aid.
“I...it's...” The Alicorn was at a loss for words.
“Gruesome? Horrible? Terrifyingly amazing? Disturbing?” Twilight wasn't at a loss for adjectives, obviously.
“It's just so... Massive and detailed... It must have taken some pony hundreds of hours to paint something on this scale with such detail!”
“I feel like I could just step into it,” The Unicorn said, reaching out a hoof to touch the painting.
The last thing she had expected, however, was for the massive, heavy framed picture to swing back and away from her, revealing a darkened passage carved into the mountain. An unlit torch, covered in dust and cobwebs, sat in a bracket just inside.
“A secret passage? Did you know about this, Luna?”
“Not at all. I wasn't even aware the palace had such passages.” Luna took a step inside, lighting then lifting the torch using her magic.
The fire revealed the entire passage was carved from the mountain, and that there were stairs that lead deeper into the mountain, spiralling downward.
“Come on Twilight, this looks interesting...” The princess continued forward a few steps before turning back to the purple Unicorn behind her.
“I don't know... What if Celestia catches us? We could get in a lot of trouble, Luna...”
“Don't worry, Twilight, as long as you're with me, she can't get too mad. Besides, she wanted us to learn more about the battle and uncover what happened. Now get your bags, we might find some helpful books.”
“I'm still not sure about this,” Twilight grumbled, settling her now empty saddlebags over herself before following her study partner into the mountain.
The stairs turned what seemed to be about four or five times, taking the mares deeper into Mount Canterlot. When the pair finally made it to the bottom, they were let out into a hallway wide enough for only two ponies to walk side by. Twilight and Luna just managed, what with Luna being larger than the average pony. The light from the torch revealed a series of lights hanging from the ceiling, going down to what seemed to be an iron door. Twilight looked around the walls and spotted what looked like a light switch. She nosed it upward, turning on the hall lights that still functioned.
“I don't see any wires...” Luna said, extinguishing the torch and setting into another bracket near the light switch.
“I think they're old magic infused bulbs. A light spell is cast on them and it's activated the switch is flipped. Don't see too many of them nowadays. They were easy to make, but didn't last too long.” Twilight slowly made her way further down the hall, examining the doors that were on either side of the hall.
“I guess that's why ponies use crystals for lights now.”
“I prefer torches and oil lamps, myself. Fire light makes the pages of a book look so nice late at night during a study session...” Twilight stopped for a moment, lost in her thoughts of studying.
She was freed from this momentary lapse of reality by a light giggle from Luna.
“I agree, reading by candle light is so relaxing.” The Alicorn smiled to the blushing Unicorn briefly before turning to one of the six steel doors that were on either side of the hall. It made more since to work their way down to the iron door. “Now let's see what knowledge awaits us in this room.”
“It looks like there's a name plate on the door...” The still blushing Twilight said, pointing at a rust and dust covered plate.
She pulled a handkerchief from her saddlebags with her magic and used it to wipe away most of the grime. “What's it say Luna?”
Luna leaned in, squinting to make out the faded lettering. “It says 'Salina Velvet. Broadcasting Room.' Maybe this Salina was some pony that was involved with communications?”
“One way to find out...” Twilight said, pushing the steel door open.
Using her magic, she found another light switch just inside the door and turned it on. Thankfully, the lights still worked in the room.
Inside, the pair found a number of different object that peaked the intellectual curiosity. A large radio set sat on a wooden table off in a corner, wires running from it and up the wall, then into the ceiling. At least they would, had they not been severed just before reaching the ceiling. Connected to the transmission set was a large microphone, obviously of fine quality. Next to this table was another, one that had what seemed to be a small player for recorded speeches or radio transmissions made using the radio set. A box of what seemed to be reels of recordings sat next to it. Twilight went right for the player.
“Ooh, Luna, look at this! Imagine the information we could get from these recordings! To actually listen to some pony that was actually around during the battle! It could cut down on research time! Or better yet, extend it!” Twilight was practically jumping with joy over the find, Luna stood next to her and examined it with fascination.
“Amazing... Oh, look, it seems there's a recording loaded.” The moon pony pressed what seemed to be the play button with her nose, but jumped back in surprise when a sharp crackling came from the one speaker on the device. After a moment, a sweet, seductive, caring voice filled the room.
“Hello, soldiers of the Maremacht. This is Sally Velvet, the Voice of Equestria, here to warm your spirits as you fight the Stallionists and the cold out East. To those soldiers in the occupied villages outside of Stalliongrad either on leave or on occupation duty, I'll be visiting in a week to give you boys a show. So be sure to wear a clean uniform and be on your best behavior, because one of you lucky colts will be chosen for a trip to that massive dreadnaught hovering above you, the Lord of War. There, you'll dine with the Princess herself, our high commanders, and of course, myself.”
Here, Sally giggled cutely. She could be heard blowing a kiss as well. She wasn't done yet, though.
“As for you brave soldiers fighting in the massive fortress city that is Stalliongrad, I have news that will lift your spirits. Our beloved Field Marshal, the 'Iron Eater,' will be taking to the field of battle himself in his own personal tank, his fellow tankers from the Storm Stallions joining him. Our elite armor will crash through the Stallionists defences like a hot knife through butter, leaving you soldiers on the ground and in the air to deal with minimal resistance. That is, if our valiant armor colts decide to leave anything for you to fight.
“This has been the Voice of Equestria, reminding every pony to stay warm, and stay alert. May Celestia watch over you.”
The short announcement ended, soon replaced by the beginning of an upbeat marching tune, which in turn was cut off when the recording ended. By this time, Luna and Twilight were wide eyed in amazement. Neither could think of anything to say to the other. They could only look to one another, then back to the recording player. It was the second time in the space of twenty minutes that the two ponies were at a loss for words. Luna broke the silence at last.
“Amazing... She sounded quiet enthusiastic and caring for the soldiers.”
“She did, didn't she? The way she sounded, she seems like she could Rarity's ancestor.” Twilight followed Luna with her eyes, watching as the Alicorn inspected a dresser with a mirror atop it. An old makeup case was turned upside down atop the piece of wooden furniture.
“Rarity's the white Unicorn, correct? The one who makes dresses?” Luna asked, sniffing at a canister that used to contain blemish powder.
“Yes, that's her.” Twilight had just set the player and box of recordings into her saddlebags, and was now looking over a number of what seemed to be posters that were lying on the old, bug ridden mattress.
Most seemed to be recruiting posters, thought it made no sense since most soldiers seemed to have been drafted. That's what Twilight gathered from the journal, that is. She began to roll up some of the posters, planning to use them in a Stalliongrad exhibit she had planned for the library, when she came across what had to be the best poster. “Luna, look! It's a picture of Sally, I mean Salina Velvet.”
Luna moved to Twilight's side, admiring the yellowing poster. The poster was indeed of Miss Velvet. The radio filly was a young Unicorn, looking to be in her mid to late twenties. She had a milk chocolate brown coat, while her snout and hooves were a cream color. Her hair was light brown and tied up in a bun, her long, flowing tail the same color. Her eyes were a shockingly electric blue that gave off a sense of caring and gentleness, with a tinge of being energetic. Her cutie-mark was the same type of microphone that sat on the table, albeit on a taller stand, with magical looking notes floating around it.
“She looks quite beautiful,” Luna said, looking over the filly's features. Her snout was curved elegantly, her ears pointed a bit at the tip. “Her uniform, however, is... Well... Twilight, any opinion?”
“It seems... Spontaneous?”
Spontaneous didn't come close. Sally's uniform was a female Storm Stallion tunic, just without the bad weather poncho to cover her flank. Instead of the tunic ending just below her midsection with a belt, however, her tunic ended just above her midsection in a mini skirt style, a black belt above the bottom of the skirt to keep it in place. Her cap was jet black and peaked, the Reichsmare just below the tip of peak, just like the officer's caps described in the journal. However, just above the bill, was a hole that the Unicorn's horn stuck through, Reichsmare style wings on either side of the horn hole. Obviously, this uniform combined with the young pony's figure and flowing tail was meant to easily 'inspire' the troops.
“This will look great framed,” Twilight finally said, rolling up the poster.
She tucked it into her bags with the other few posters she'd decided to bring back. After looking through the room once more, the two explorers finally exited back into the hallway, turning off the light and closing the door behind them.
“Wonder what's behind this door.” Luna attempted the door across the hall from Sally's room, but had no luck in getting it to open.
“It's locked... and no plates on the door to mark what it could be... Phewy!” The princess banged the metal door with her hoof angrily.
“Why not just use a spell to unlock the door?”
“It must have been locked for a reason when this place was last used. I don't want to risk anything, you know?”
Twilight bit her tongue, pondering for a moment before slowly nodding.
“Makes since, I suppose. Shall we try the other doors, then?”
The historians moved on to the other four doors along the sides of the hallway, but each time they were met with locked doors. The only door left was the heavy looking iron door at the end of the passage, which looked rather intimidating thanks to a flickering bulb. The two approached it with the feeling that it, too, would be locked, ending their adventure through history. They stopped at the entrance, finding a room marker on it. Again, Twilight cleaned away the evidence of age.
“It says 'Planning Room.'” Both their eyes seemed to light up at the thought of finding battle plans and maps.
Twilight nearly broke the heavy iron door off its hinges when she opened it, and nearly snapped the light switch off the wall. This time, however, the lights didn't work.
“Should I get the torch?” Luna offered, turning to go back.
“No need.” Twilight focused for a moment before the tip of her horn lit up in a Unicorn flashlight fashion. “I don't want to waste any time at all.” Before her alicorn companion could respond, the purple Unicorn had all ready pressed onward into the room.
The planning room was just that, a room meant for planning. It was nothing fancy, just plain and simple. A large, rectangular table sat in the center of the large room, while filing cabinets sat against the walls, their empty drawers pulled out for all to see. There were another two doors on the other side of the room, leading deeper into the mountain fortress system. What should have been a treasure trove of knowledge was seemingly empty, which saddened the overly eager Twilight. That is, she was saddened until Luna pointed out something lying on the center of the table.
“Hey, what's this?” Luna walked over to the length side of the table to get a better look, while Twilight stood opposite her on the other side of the table.
The light from the Unicorn's horn revealed the item on the table to be a massive leather folder. It was thick and seemed to be heavy, a sign that it was full of papers and documents. The two magic ponies took wasted not even a second after realizing what it was before tearing into it.
Soon, papers were strewn about the table as the two poured over them, examining every paragraph, every sentence, every word. Maps of Equestria, maps of Stalliongrad, supply rosters, troop movements, reports about new equipment, and blue prints... Oh, the blueprints! When the girls saw the blueprints, their eyes almost popped out of their heads! There were blueprints of the combat harnesses described in Schmeisser's journal, blueprints of the camps, of strange looking armored vehicles that must have been tanks, of combat harnesses for Pegasi... It was too much for either of them to take in right then and there.
“No way are we going to leave these!” Luna exclaimed as she helped Twilight return all the documents back to the folder.
The large folder had a strap on it, allowing Luna to carry it around her neck, easing the load on Twilight.
“Certainly not! With the help of Equestria's finest engineers and designers, we could replicate some of the equipment for further study and field trials.”
“Don't you think it's strange, though? That was just happen to find a folder full of informative documents, and a box of recordings with a working player? I mean, the battle was supposed to have taken place about three hundred years ago.” Luna gave the folder hanging from her neck a look of suspicion, as if it were thinking of stealing from her.
“You're right... It's as if some pony knew that we, or some pony else, would be attempting to learn about the battle in the future. But that only raises the question as to why?” Twilight sat down on the cold, concrete floor.
Thank goodness the ponies who built this tunnel system had made the floors out of something substantial other than leave it like the walls.
“Why what?” Luna tilted her head, a look of confusion on her face.
“Why would some pony who was around during that time even think that ponies would have to go searching for information on en event of such magnitude? Why would some pony else work so hard to hide what happened?” Twilight sprung back to her feet just as abruptly as she had sat down.
“Luna, something happened at Stalliongrad, something huge. Something that must have affected a multitude of ponies, maybe even Celestia herself!” Twilight stopped there, her pupils shrinking back into her eyes. “Celestia...”
“Twilight, you don't think that she had something to do with what happened at Stalliongrad, do you? Maybe it's just a coincidence, maybe the battle wasn't that big of a deal!” Luna was obviously scraping at any chance that her beloved sister, the ruler of Equestria, had nothing to do with the blackout of information dealing with a massive war.
“No big deal? We're in a bunker system that's buried deep within Mount Canterlot! I hate to say it Luna, but... I think Celestia's the one that hid everything on purpose...” Twilight's head hung limply, staring at the floor.
“Why would she?”
“...We're going to find out. Come on.”
Twilight headed right for the door in the back of the room, Luna right on her heels. They didn't even to bother to read the plate that read 'Launch Control Room.' The Unicorn tried to open the door, only to find it locked. She snorted before slamming against it, the rusted locks and bolts breaking with ease thanks to their age. What was on the other side of the door, however, was nothing either of them had expected.
It was a small, fully concrete room with a large window looking out into a massive darkened area. Below the window was a massive terminal of dials, knobs, gauges, levers, buttons, lights, and switches. Opposite the window was a long, wooden table, upon which sat a few pairs of dusty goggles, an aged clipboard, and a few pencils. On the wall above the table were three levers. One was labelled 'Launch Control Lights,' the next one 'Launch Control Shutters,' and the final one was labelled 'Launch Floor Lights.' The switches were all in the down position.
“Try the first one,” Luna recommended.
Twilight did so, flipping the small lever labelled 'Launch Control Lights.' The panel of lights above them flickered to life, albeit dim. Twilight ended her light spell, breathing a sigh of relief after having held the spell for a prolonged period of time. The two set down their bags and began to look over the terminal, pondering what it could be for.
“Hey, what's that outside the window?” Luna squinted, looking in the direction in which Twilight had indicated.
Sure enough, there was the outline of something massive. The two tried to make it out, but couldn't come to a conclusion on what it was.
“I wonder...” Luna turned back to the levers on the wall.
She flipped the one labelled 'Launch Floor Lights.' Artificial Light spilled through the window, illuminating what was on the other side of the glass.
A massive cave carved into the mountain, large enough to stack six Apple Family barns atop one another before coming close to the ceiling, and wide enough to fit ten barns side by side from wall to wall. Massive flood lights were wired onto the interior of the mountain, lighting up the stadium like area. On the floor were numerous crates, wiring, pipes, wooden planks, bags of concrete, and numerous other building supplies. A few toolboxes could be seen strewn about, but all of that was nothing compared to what sat in the center of the cave on a launch platform, aimed for the darkened ceiling.
A massive, four finned rocket sat atop a guided launch platform that could be lowered and moved about the cave using a series of railroad tracks. A small engine that must have been used to move it could be seen in a corner siding. The rocket itself, however, was just as tall as the Ponyville Library, if not taller. It was painted blue, green, purple, and pink, the same colors and fashion as Celestia's mane. The tip, the warhead, was steal gray, however. Wires could be seen running from the platform down towards the side of the cave where Luna and Twilight's personal 'viewing box,' was located. Although the two couldn't see, the wires then ran up the wall and then connected through the stone to the terminal before them.
“What... What is that?”
“It's... It's a rocket... A huge, rocket...”
Luna and Twilight stood there, staring at this sophisticated weapon of war before them, their minds racing with thoughts of 'Why?' and 'Who?'. Twilight staggered, dumbstruck as to what they had just found buried in the mountain. She grabbed onto the terminal for balance, her hooves sliding across the sea of switches and knobs, flipping and turning them. The Unicorn's mouth dropped in shock as small warning lights began to flash, while gauges began to point out various numbers. A small buzzer went off.
“Oh no, oh no, oh no! Luna, help!” Twilight panicked and began to flip switches at random, trying to fix her mistake.
“What do we do?” Luna had no more idea as to what to do than Fluttershy knew what to do at a wrestling competition.
The large pony backed up, afraid to touch anything. This only made matters worse, as her flank hit the wall lever marked 'Launch Control Shutters.'
With a sharp clang, large metal shutters slammed down against the window as the lights in the small room dimmed. Both girls jumped and yelped in surprise, even more scared now than they were a few seconds before. A sliver of light from the cave shown through a slit in the shutters, barely giving the two anything to see with.
“I can fix this, I can fix this!” Twilight cried, squinting at the terminal.
She was so worked up, she didn't even think to conjure up a light spell.
Peering down at the vast array of darkened controls, the Unicorn could only make out the dimly lit warning lights and gauges. Something caught her eye, however, to the far right of the terminal, all alone, was a glowing red button.
“This has got to be the power switch!” She cried, slamming her hoof down on it in desperation.
The lights in the cave died, as did the lights on the terminal. Both ponies let loose a sigh of relief.
That is, until a whirring and roaring sound met their ears. The lights inside the launch room which had gone out when the shutters had fallen were now bathing Luna and Twilight in blood red light. The two went stiff as the smell of smoke reached their nostrils. The sound of scraping metal also reached their ears. Light began to trickle through the metal shutter slits. The two glued their eyes to the glass, peering through the small openings.
The ceiling of the cave was sliding apart down the center, letting warm sunlight fill the cave and cover the rocket. The rocket itself, which had sat dormant for three hundred years, was now spitting smoke from its engine, sparks flying from the launch platform as it prepared to finally leave its long time home. The whirring was beginning to get louder, as was the rumble.
“Twilight, quick! Put the goggles on!” Doing as Luna instructed, Twilight snatched up a pair of old goggles and fit them over her eyes like the princess had before going back to watch the cause of their curiosity.
The two could only watch in horror as the aged rocket soon spat flame from its engine and began to move upward, shaking with effort. It looked like its aged engine and fuel supply wouldn't give it enough lift to even get off the launch rail that would lead it upward, but the engine roared suddenly, sending the metal vulture of death upward and out, leaving only a trail of greasy black smoke. Twilight had no idea how she was going to put launching a rocket of war into her next friendship report to Celestia.
~~~~~
Downtown Canterlot
~~~~~
Rarity sighed wistfully, admiring a beautiful diamond necklace in a shop window. Spike stood next to her, loaded down with shopping bags, admiring the pony of his dreams, while at the same time watching the Cutie Mark Crusaders. The trio of youngsters were currently trying to earn their cutie-marks in serving ice cream, much to the dismay of the ice cream vendor who's cart they were attempting to run.
“Do you think those would look good on me, Spike?” Rarity turned to the dragon for a response she knew would be positive.
“Of course, Rarity! Anything looks good on you!” The baby dragon blushed and smiled sheepishly.
“Oh, you're such a sweetie, Spike. I should- SWEETIE BELLE!”
The Crusaders were standing before the dressmaker, covered in either chocolate syrup, caramel, or whipped cream. They were all furiously wiping away their flanks to see their new cutie-marks, but were disappointed to find that they were still blank-flanks.
“Aaaaah!” The three moaned in unison.
“We're never gonna get our cutie-marks!” Apple Bloom whined.
“I was sure designing the perfect ice cream Sunday would have been at least one of our talents!” The small Sweetie Belle added.
“So not cool.” Scootaloo grumbled, the Pegasus had caramel in her hair.
“Kids, what have I told you about trying to get your cutie-marks while I'm watching you?” Rarity used her magic to grab a stack of wet-wipes from the ice cream cart before the colt running it could leave.
She also dropped a fair amount of Bits into his tip jar to make up for the mayhem the fillies had caused.
“To not do anything messy, filthy, or unbecoming,” The three chorused.
They were all upset to be without their cutie-marks yet again, but they were grateful for the wet wipes Rarity was using to clean them up with. Spike set down the elder Unicorn's purchases to help clean the kids.
“What if we never get our cutie-marks, Rarity?” Sweetie Belle pouted to her sister.
“Oh, kids. You'll all get your cutie-marks someday, every pony does! One does not simply make it happen! Gaining one's cutie-mark happens suddenly and without warning. A cutie-mark-”
Rarity was cut off by the sound of sirens blaring throughout the city. Every pony on the street stopped to look around, some looking to the old speaker system used for social events. Sure enough, the metal speakers were screaming out the sound of a sharp, air piercing siren. What was surprising, however, was the fact that even Royal Guard ponies on patrol even stopped to stair dumbfounded at the speakers that were mounted to light posts and the roofs of city buildings.
“Achtung, achtung! All civilian personnel clear ze streets immediately! Achtung, achtung! All flak ponies report to your stations! A-V2 Aggressor has been launched! Achtung, achtung!”
The same message played twice more before the siren returned. Ponies on the streets of Canterlot were either confused, afraid, or a mixture of both. Some were just afraid of the strange accent of the alarm announcer. Every pony was frightened equally, however, when some pony pointed out the greasy black smoke trail in the sky. The smoke trail wasn't as thick near its origin, one of the peaks of Mount Canterlot. It was thicker, however, as it went higher into the sky, being left behind by some massive object that was flying directly upwards.
“It looks like the Wonderbolts' smoke trail...” Some pony yelled.
“It can't be!” A guard yelled back over the siren. “They're over that way, headed towards it, see!”
Sure enough, the telltale vapor trail of the Wonderbolts flight team could be seen heading towards the unknown object. However, the Pegasi were above the object, and had probably hadn't even noticed it yet.
“Achtung, achtung! All flak ponies report to your stations!”
“Hey, girls, you thinkin what Ah'm thinkin?” Apple Bloom yelled above the siren.
“CUTIE MARK CRUSADER FLAK PONIES, YAY!”
“Girls, don't even-!” Before Rarity could even finish her warning, the three little fillies had all ready taken off running down the street as fast as possible to who knows where.
Rarity galloped after them, moaning. Spike scooped up the bags and ran after them, going as fast as his short legs would let him.
“You don't even know what flak is!” Rarity yelled; neither did she, but that was beside the point.
~~~~~
Airspace above Canterlot
~~~~~
Warm sun, not a cloud in the sky over Canterlot, and a light, cool breeze. It was a perfect day for the Wonderbolts to simply do a fly over of Canterlot and Ponyville to enjoy themselves. Spitfire and Soarin', however, decided to have a little more fun than just doing a fly-by. They had taken it upon themselves to break off from the rest of the group, performing loops and spirals to entertain themselves, if no one else.
“Hey Spitfire, check this out!” Soarin' yelled. He pulled up into a steep climb, going higher and higher, before finally performing a backwards loops while spinning himself around. His arch was wide as he curved back downwards, headfirst. He went too low, and shot underneath Spitfire as he continued to pull up while spinning. As he levelled out, however, he was too dizzy from the spin to notice that he was headed straight for a massive, colorful rocket that was sputtering upwards.
Clang!
“OUCH!” Soarin' halted in the air, rubbing his head with both forehooves.
He'd just hit his head on something. Wait, hit his head on something? In the open skies? He didn't have to much time to ponder this, as he was soon engulfed in a thick smoke. He flew upwards to escape the trail of exhaust.
“You all right, Soarin'?” Spitfire asked, hovering next to him.
“Yea, but my head hurts like crazy! What was that?”
“I don't know, something that came from Mount Canterlot.”
“How can you tell?”
“The exhaust trail from whatever it was leads back to the mountain, silly.” Spitfire had to resist the urge to playfully bonk her friend on the head.
“Oh, hehe...” The blue maned Pegasus grinned sheepishly before looking around wildly.
He spotted the object he'd collided with, although it was now flying away from them, and not straight up.
“I must have knocked it off course and sent it towards Ponyville...”
“I knew you had a hard head, Soarin', but not hard enough to knock something that size off course.”
~~~~~
Airspace just outside Ponyville
~~~~~
The Aggressor was moving as fast as its aged engine could manage, the thick smoke still spewing from it. The rocket shook violently whenever it hit a particularly heavy gust of wind, its fins barely staying attached. The metal monster was now passing over the quiet town of Ponyville, the inhabitants pointing up at it in shock and awe.
It seemed as if it would continue onward until it either ran out of fuel, collided with the mountains that it was bound to come into contact with, or should gravity finally decide to end its first and final escape from the damp cave that was the rocket's home. These were the prime possibilities up until a few of the stabilizer fins sheared off.
The Aggressor went wild, flipping and rolling about the skies. The added movement only strained the old jet engine, finally causing it to blow out in a mass of flame and even more smoke. Having made it just past Ponyville, the rocket turned meteor hurtled toward the ground at an angle.
~~~~~
Sweet Apple Acres
~~~~~
Applejack grunted as she bucked the last tree of the day, filling her last basket with fresh apples. Satisfied with her haul, she began to make her way back to the barn to drop them off before dinner. Before she could even make it past the house, though, her brother Big Macintosh ambled up to her, the usual hay stem hanging lazily from his jaw.
“Wassup Macintosh?” AJ asked, her voice giving evidence to how tired she was from the day's work.
Thank Celestia, Rarity had taken Apple Bloom and the other Crusaders shopping for the day.
“Granny Smith's going on about aliens... Seems Scootaloo and Apple Bloom were tellin' her bout 'em yesterday. Now she's on about how they're gonna come take our apples... Had ta get out of the house for a quick moment afore supper...” Mac took his time telling his sister this in his usual drawl.
“Gosh darn-it, not again... Last week it was somethin' bout a Choopa-Ca-bra, or somethin... Those youngins should know better than to talk about that stuff around Granny!”
Before Applejack could continue on with her rant, there was a tremendous crash as the earth shook beneath the siblings, sending both of them to the ground, sprawled out wildly. Dust and smoke filled the air, AJ and Macintosh hacking and coughing as they stood.
“What in- HACK! What in tarnation was that?!”
“I don't know,” Mac drawled, his eyes wide for a change. “But whatever it is, it's sticking out of our barn.”
“What are you on about, Macin- Sweet Celestia!”
Applejack turned toward their barn just as the smoke and dust began to clear away, revealing a massive object sticking out of the roof. Wisps of smoke were still coming from what she guessed was some sort of engine. The two stood in shocked silence when the screen door of the house slammed open.
“ALIENS! COME TO TAKE OUT APPLES!”
The elderly Granny Smith came running out of the home as fast as her feeble legs could carry her, a pitchfork clamped in her toothless mouth. She ran into the barn where the sound of metal on metal could be heard as the elder pony attacked what it was that had just destroyed the roof of the farm building.
“...”
“...”
“Should we-”
“Ah'll round up tha field hands,” Mac drawled.
“Guess Ah'll get Granny...”
Before heading inside the barn, though, Applejack noticed that the object was colored very brightly. A bit too bright for her taste.
~~~~~
Luna and Twilight sprinted up the curved stairwell, their ears still ringing from the sound of the alarm that had blared from speakers throughout the bunker system as they made their escape.
“What do we do, Twilight?!” Luna had yelled as they ran through the planning room. Her Unicorn friend seemed to be having a mental break down as the two had slammed the iron door shut behind them.
“W-We go back to the library, close the painting entrance, and sit there like nothing happened!! Celestia never has to know we even found out about the bunker or rocket!” She didn't even say what they'd do with the documents and recordings.
They were almost to the top of the stairwell, light spilling in from the library. It seemed as if they were going to make it before any pony knew that they had even left. As the two exited the stairwell, they were blinded by the natural light that was coming in through the windows. They stumbled forward, stopping to adjust to the light.
SLAM!
The mural doorway slammed shut behind them, hitting both the fillies in the rear.
“How was your excursion?” Twilight and Luna froze, recognizing the voice of an angered Princess Celestia. It wasn't a raging anger, but controlled.
“P-Princess... I can explain! It's my fault, not Luna's, that we found the painting and the bunker. I wanted to try and find more information about-” Twilight was stopped mid sentence by a raised hoof from Celestia.
“I am not angered by that, Twilight. I am more disappointed than angered, to be truthful. Disappointed that the two of you would venture into an area that you know nothing of without my permission or without my being with you. There are things down in those tunnels that should not be dug up... But it seems the two of you dug up the main thing that shouldn't have been.”
Celestia slowly made her way back over to the table that the two scholars had been using to study. Luna and Twilight followed, taking their seats across from white Alicorn. Her magic aura enveloped Twilight's saddlebags and the folder hanging from Luna's neck, lifting them up and then setting them on the table. The three then sat in silence, Celestia looking at the two ponies across from her.
“Sister,” Luna began, slightly timid. “What was that... Thing?”
“You'll find out in time, I'm sure of it. As I have said, I've not read that journal, but I'm sure its former owner has written about it.”
“Is everything okay, Princess? We didn't mean to launch the rocket, honestly,” Twilight pleaded.
“It's fine, my pupil. The guards are bringing order back to the streets, although there's a report of three young fillies running around yelling something about flak...”
Twilight's forehead made contact with the wooden table.
“... And it appears the Aggressor touched down outside Ponyville. Apparently, it put a hole in the roof of a certain pony's barn.”
Twilight covered her head with her hooves. She'd never hear the end of this from Applejack once the farm pony found out who had ruined her family's barn.
“We are lucky, however, that the warhead was not loaded into the rocket... Some pony must have removed it long ago.”
The three sat in silence for another few moments, not speaking. Twilight looked out the window, watching as the sun began to sink low in the sky. Soon, Celestia would go to lower the sun while Luna raised the moon.
“So what did the two of you find?” Twilight and Luna perked up at the thought of sharing their findings.
Luna opened up the leather folder with her magic, pulling out the stacks of blueprints and documents, spreading them out over the table.
“Amazing,” Celestia commented. “I haven't seen these in quite some time...”
“We found them in the planning room, sister. They were just sitting on the table, out in the open, as if some pony had left them there for us,” Luna said casually.
The lunar pony was looking over a blueprint of the rocket whose technical name was the A-V2, or Aggressor Version 2.
“Technology was quite advanced back then... Who thought of such weapons and technology?”
“The ponies I mentioned earlier didn't come alone, as you can tell from the journal. They brought with them one hundred of their nation's finest foot soldiers, multiple other military personnel, including fliers, as well as their country's brightest scientists and designers,” Celestia replied, sounding almost saddened. “They worked with Equestria's best minds to build up the technology for which they had brought the designs for. The finest soldiers and fliers of my Royal Guard aided their military personnel in training troops.”
“Where were these foreign ponies from?”
“In good time, my sister. In good time... For now, what did you bring back, Twilight Sparkle?” Twilight's head jerked up from a pile of supply documents she'd been skimming through.
“Oh, I brought back something most amazing, Princess!”
The purple Unicorn opened up her saddlebags and retrieved the posters she'd found in Sally's room.
She unfolded the one of said pony for Celestia to see. “Did you meet her, Princess?”
“Oh my, I remember her,” Celestia said with a smile, fond memories rushing back to her mind. “Salina Velvet was her full name, although she preferred Sally. Very polite, sweet filly. She was tough as nails, though. She had to be, what with the soldiers hitting on her so much.” Celestia giggled quietly, remembering the time when Sally had cast a freezing spell on a Royal Guardsman who couldn't take a hint. “Was there anything else?”
“Yes, Princess, there is.” Twilight pulled out the player and the box of recordings, setting them in the center of the table. “It plays radio recordings on these tapes. We listened to one of Sally when we found it.”
“Truly amazing. I'm sure you'll gain much knowledge from the tapes...” Celestia tried to sound positive, but gave the device a wary look.
“Would you like to listen to a recording with us, sister? Before we take care of the sun and moon?” Luna gave her sister a hopeful glance.
“Of course, why not...” Celestia sighed, trying to maintain an appearance of calm.
Twilight chose a tape with a smudged labelled that seems to read “First Contact.” She replaced the recording of Sally with this strangely labelled tape and hit the play button. What came from the speaker made every pony's mane stand on end. A horrible screeching sound could be heard, along with the sound of gunfire. The voice of a horrified sounding colt yelled over the noise.
“This is Apple Squad to Lord of War! We've made contact with an unidentified creature!! Requesting air support, over! Oh shit, hit it with the Filly-Faust!!” What sounded like a rocket launcher could be heard firing, the warhead making contact with its target. An explosion rang out, followed by even more roaring and screaming.
“Apple Squad, this is Lord of War bridge, please repeat, over. You're breaking up.”
“It's some kind of- FUCK, IT CAN BREATH FIRE! Screw air support, we need armor support! Send the whole army! Help us, for the love of Celestia, help us!”
The sound of a mass of flames could be heard around the squad leader on the radio, along with the sound of a few soldiers screaming as they were roasted. Fear could be heard in the voice of both the Coltsgrenadier and the pony on the bridge of the Lord of War, whatever that was.
“Hang on Apple Squad, we've dispatched an Ursa Panzer to your-”
“GET AWAY FROM ME, DAMN IT!” The sound of an automatic weapon could be heard firing all out, until it finally began to click.
It was empty. The colt could be heard grunting as he kicked whatever it was attacking him. The sound of him huffing and panting signalled he was now running.
“Soldier, where are you? The Ursa crew needs your position to help you.”
“I think I lost it... H-Hang on... DAMN IT, IT'S GOT MY LEG! AAAAHHH!! DAMN CELESTIA FOR SENDING US-”
Static spilled through the speaker. The other pony tried to hail the now dead soldier, but to no avail. The recording ended there.
Luna and Twilight were holding onto one another, staring at the player with horror. Celestia's eyes were wide in shock, tears streaming down the side of her face. She stood and tripped, catching herself on the table, with her face mere inches from Schmeisser's journal. She quickly regained her footing before nearly galloping from the library, leaving her sister and pupil still frozen with fear.
~~~~~
That night, Celestia lay in her bed awake, unable to sleep after the day's happenings. She simply lay under the covers, staring at the ceiling.
“It's not your fault, Celestia.” She kept telling herself over and over.
After repeating this manta several times, she fell into an uneasy, fitful sleep. She tossed and turned, groaning.
“Celestia~”
The Alicorn jolted awake at the sound of some pony's voice... Some pony with an accent she never wanted to hear again. She looked around, her dark purple eyes scanning the darkened room. No pony there.
“Calm down Celestia, it's just your nerves.” She said, trying to calm herself.
She stood from the bed and made her way over to the washbowl across the room, where she dipped her face in the cold water. As she lifted her face, she grabbed a hoof towel with her magic to dry off. When she removed the towel and looked in the mirror on the wall, she was met with a startling sight; standing behind her in the mirror was a brown colt... A brown colt wearing a worn and tattered Maremacht uniform, dried blood smeared across his chest and forehooves. His eyes were shrunken and void of life, completely white and staring. The helmet he wore had three bullet holes to the forehead, dried blood streaked down to the brim.
Celestia turned on the spot to face the intruder, only to find no pony there. She coughed out a few ragged breathes, trying to retain her composure. She turned back and again, dunked her face in the water, this time for a longer period of time to clear her head. She stopped halfway through drying her face, fearful that she would see the pony in the mirror again. She peaked around the towel, readying herself. A deep sigh of relief left her muzzle when she saw nothing there. The towel covered her face once more, finishing its job of drying the princess. She immediately removed the towel this time and set it back on the side of the washbowl, looking at only herself in the mirror. She laughed at herself for having such an imagination, and turned to go back to bed.
When she turned around, she was met not only by one Maremacht pony, but dozens of zombified looking soldiers. She scrambled back, slamming against the wall out of fear, unable to scream for the guards outside out of shock. Her fright filled eyes darted from one pony to the next, taking them in. Some wore Coltsgrenadier uniforms, some fur-lined flight suits, others wore the sinister looking jet black Storm Stallion uniform. Those ponies, no, those stallions were grouped together in the center of the mass of dead that surrounded the Alicorn. They all wore the same blank expression, their eyes bottomless white pits. All were covered in blood in some way. Some were missing parts of their faces, an ear, a hoof, or even an entire leg. Some were just riddled with blood-caked bullet holes.
“Celestia...” They chorused, their voices as icy as the water she'd just dipped her face in. “Why did you forget about us, Celestia?”
“Did we not fight for Equestria, as you asked us?” Called a blue Pegasus wearing a flight suit, one of her wings torn off. There was a massive wound to her chest.
“We fought well, didn't we?” A white Unicorn this time.
He was missing half his horn and a forehoof.
“Ve fought for what ve thought vould be our new home...” Droned a Storm Stallion; part of his head was blown off underneath his black helmet, while a single bullet hole pierced his heart.
“S-Stay away from me!” Celestia pleaded. “L-Leave me alone! It wasn't my fault!” Tears were streaming down her face as the questions continued to bombard her.
She shut her eyes, feeling the zombie ponies come even closer.
Suddenly, the Maremacht ponies halted in their questioning and closing in. Celestia opened her tear filled eyes, looking to them. The room was dead silent, save for one sound. The sound of iron horseshoes clanging on steel, despite the floor being carpeted.
“No...” Celestia whispered.
The clanging grew louder and was accompanied by the sound of another set of hooves marching in time with it, though the new set of hooves were not shoed. “Please... Not them...”
From behind the Storm Stallions, the shadow of a very tall and elegant looking Unicorn appeared, his long, slender horn protruding from a blue peaked cap. The SS colts parted ways, revealing the Unicorn was not alone. Next to him was the shadow of another Stallion, albeit one that was noticeably smaller than the average pony. It was from this small earth pony that the sound of iron on steel was coming from, his left forehoof now banging in a gruesome rhythm as he stood in place, still shrouded in shadows.
The shadowy figure of the massive Unicorn made his way through the opening in the group. Two massive wings spread out above his head, giving him the image of an angel of death as he approached the cowering Celestia. His sharp green eyes shown through the darkness.
“Good evening, Celestia,” The winged Unicorn called, his voice carrying the heavy Hengstan accent she had come to despise.
As he stepped from the shadows, it was revealed that he was pure white, like the Alicorn in front of him. His horn was just as long, his wings just as large as the Princess’s. His mane was long and flowing, jet black, and tied into a thick ponytail that draped across his left shoulder. His tail was just as long and thick, and was even tied in a similar fashion. He wore a peaked cap similar to the SS, albeit with blue fabric. The hole for his horn had eagle style wings on either side, their tips silver. His cutie-mark was as intimidating as they came. It was of a golden dragon, diving head first towards a potential target, claws ready to strike.
“Vhy Princess, do you not remember me?” He asked coolly.
Celestia struggled to her hooves, staring the winged Unicorn right in the eye, hatred and fear radiating from her own. She did her best not to stare at the triple scars that ran down his left cheek from the bottom of his eye.
“I thought ve had something, did ve not?”
“Why are you doing this Drachen? Just leave me be, you damned demon of war! It wasn't my fault!” Celestia's face was covered in tears now, but she still fought to maintain her composure.
“You still remember my nickname, how wunderbar.” He smiled at her, his teeth sharp and pointed. He dropped the smile as quickly as he put it on. “Don't you know, my dear Celestia?”
“W-What?!”
“Zat ze vorst disgrace a soldier can receive, is to be forgotten by the people und nation he fought und died for. Isn't that right, Herr Feldmarschall?”
“Jawohl, Herr Sky Marshal.” Called the short stallion that was still shrouded in shadows. “Und ze Princess has disgraced us all for ze past few hundred years.”
“I... I'm sorry!” Celestia cried, finally losing control.
She collapsed to the floor, head hanging in shame as she wept, tears cascading to the carpet she was staring down at.
“Please, Drachen, forgive me! P-Please forgive me... My love...”
Celestia heard the banging of iron on steel once again before looking up to find... nothing. She was sitting on the floor of her room alone, no pony there. The carpet where she'd seen the soldiers, Drachen, and the Field Marshal didn't even show that it had been stepped on recently. A buzzing sound caught her attention and she looked out the Prench Doors that lead to her balcony. She saw an Aggressor rocket barrelling towards her, and screamed right before it made impact.
~~~~~
Celestia jerked awake, covered in a cold sweat, her pillow covered in tears. She frantically looked about the room, finding nothing or no pony there aside from herself and her usual belongings. She ran to the washbowl and splashed her face and looked into the mirror, and saw nothing at all. She splashed again, and again, saw nothing. She looked out the Prench Doors and found the night sky void of any military grade rockets. Still emotionally unstable, the royal Alicorn slid back into bed, drawing ragged breaths.
“It was just a dream,” she said. “Just an outrageously horrendous dream...”
As Celestia nestled into her bed for the night, she rolled over. Her eyes widened, however, when she spotted something on the pillow next to her: a certain peaked cap of blue fabric. Instead of jumping and crying in terror, she simply pulled it close with both forelegs, and held it near her heart.
And Princess Celestia of Equestria cried silently the rest of the night.
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*Prench - French
*Prance - France
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I hope every pony enjoyed this latest chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it! I realize you might not be finding out what you want to, but as Celestia said, in due time. This is only chapter three of a story that is planned to span multiple chapters.
Thanks to the constant pleading of my co-author / artist, Drachen, I will be doing another “PSA,” though it will be more of a Q&A. It will not be posted to ED, however. The video will be posted to the same account on youtube as the PSA, so simply follow the video to my youtube page. If you’d like to send in questions, send them to:
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<p>They say you can learn a great amount by reading a book, but what happens when you learn something that nopony was ever supposed to know about?</p>
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Camp Determination
1 Year Prior to Stalliongrad
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“Zis iz zese finest piece of veaponry you vill ever see.” The Storm Stallion called to the group of Coltsgrenadiers before him.
As he spoke, he gestured to three combat harnesses on top of a long table behind him. They all looked the same as the one the other Storm Stallions had worn on the grenadiers' first day at the camp. The only differences between the harnesses were the weaponry that poked from the steel boxes on either side of the strap that secured it to an equine's back.
“Ve have six different variants of ze Krutt Combat Harness.” The stallion continued ;his rank tabs on his uniform indicated him to be a sergeant. “First, ve have ze standard Coltwher 43 Rifle model, vich most of you shall be armed vith. It is semiautomatic, meaning you have to bite down on ze firing bridle each time you vant to fire a round.”
He moved behind the table, standing on his hind hooves to gesture to the firing bridle that was stuck out in front of the metal harness. It was attached to an adjustable wire so it could be fit to any pony who wore it. Attached to the wire, just where it met the bridle, was a circular site with a small cross running through the center. Running along the bridle wire was what seemed to be a small tube, which snaked around the sturdy holding wire. The tube curved around the holding wire a few times down to where it was attached to the harness. Here, the tube vanished into the side of the harness housing the actual firearm and it's ammunition.
“Using ze mechanical technology of hydraulics, simply biting down unto ze bridle vill cause ze firearm to fire a single round. Each rifle harness contains seventy-five rounds, a fair amount. Got zat?”
The group of about fifty-two Grenadiers nodded, taking in the information. They'd been separated into this group the third day of their being at camp. A platoon, the Storm Stallion instructors had said. Two ponies who'd been Pony Party Officials had been made the platoon leader and sergeant. Every pony else had been divided into five squads of ten with a squad leader. Schmeisser's squad leader was a mint green earth pony from Canterlot named Smith. His cutie-mark, an anvil, showed that he used to be a blacksmith before being drafted.
“Gut.” Continued the corporal. “Now, on ze other side of ze harness is your pack und entrenching tool.” As he spoke, he turned the harness around to show the platoon a burlap pack with a small shovel hanging from it just below its two flaps. A golden sun disk was embroidered onto the larger flap of the two. “To remove ze shovel, if you are not a unicorn, zen simply reach back, und pull it sidevays. The metal clasps are spring loaded, und vill give vay vith enough force. To return it, just slap it back into ze clasps, vhich vill grab onto it. Now we move onto ze other combat harnesses.
“Zis is ze PP-40 model of ze harness, vhich is armed vith ze Ponified Pistol Mark 40. It fires nine millimeter pistol rounds, so not as powerful as a full rifle round, but enough to kill some pony.” He smiled at this, laughing at some of the Coltsgrenadier's reactions. “It holds three hundred und twenty rounds, so more zan enough for combat. It fires on vone setting, fully automatic, so careful not to waste all ze ammo too quickly. Zere is another variant of zis harness which has a smaller side pack, ze extra room being used for a radio as vell as ze Filly-Faust 60M mounted above it. Harnesses vith a radio are give to ze squad leaders und platoon sergeants und leaders. You'll also notice zat zere is no site on zis harness, as ze submachine gun is meant for close range, so spray und pray is ze game.”
The corporal stopped as one of the Coltsgrenadiers raised a hoof. “Yes, Private?”
“Sir, what's a Filly-Faust?”
“Good question Private, I vas just getting to zat. Ze Filly-Faust 60M is an anti-armor, anti-fortification free fire rocket, vith a range of sixty mares. It can penetrate up to one-hundred millimeters of steel. Ze only soldiers armed vith it are squad und platoons leaders, as vell as platoon sergeants und demolitions pony. Each squad vill have a demolitions pony, who vill have a harness that houses two Filly-Fausts instead of a firearm und pack.
“Ve now come to ze last of ze harnesses zat you regular grenadiers shall be using. Zis one is more simple, but takes a small crew to operate it.” He pointed to what seemed to be a standard combat harness, only with one major difference: instead of a gun barrel protruding from the firearm housing, there was a massive gun mounted on a swivel mount on the center of the back strap, which was a full plate instead of two heavy leather straps.
The place for the pack and firearm housing had been replaced with open topped containers. Each container housed what looked like three large, metal cylinders like the one attached to the left side of the weapon. According to the Storm Stallions instructor, these were ammunition containers.
“Zis is a newer veapon vich we only recently began using. Ve've dubbed it ze Celestial Mare Gun 42, or CMG42 for short. It fires ze same rounds az ze Coltwher 43, but fully automatic. Ve nicknamed it Celestia's Horn File because of ze sound it makes vhen fired.”
Some of the grenadiers laughed at this, as did their instructor.
“Each container holds one hundred und seventy-five rounds, und zey can be replaced by any pony quite easily. Vonce you have attached a fresh cylinder, simply pull back the charging handle, und you are ready to fire. Unlike ze other veapons, zis has an actual trigger, large enough for you to use your hoof.”
The corporal, finally finished with his lecture of the Coltsgrenadiers' equipment, stepped back in front of the table, looking over the platoon before him. “Who vould like to take ze first shot?”
About half the platoon's hooves went up as ponies volunteered to fire the impressive pieces of weaponry ahead of the rest of their comrades. The corporal scanned the crowed, thinking of which soldier he should choose. His eyes finally fell upon Schmeisser, whose hoof was actually not raised.
“You, blank-flank!”
“Yes, sir?” Schmeisser answered, standing at attention automatically.
He didn't like being called out for not having a cutie-mark, especially in front of his entire platoon. Some ponies chuckled quietly.
“Come here, you're going to fire ze PP-40 Harness.”
“Y-Yes, sir.”
Schmeisser made his way through the mass of ponies who were sitting on the ground, trying not to step on any pony's tail. When he finally made it to the table, the corporal was checking the harness to make sure it was fully loaded and ready. He moved Schmeisser in front of the table, his back to it, and lined the white earth pony up with the harness. The corporal then gently pushed the device from the top of the table and onto the grenadier's back.
Schmeisser almost buckled under the weight at first, but found his balance. The combat harness was surprisingly comfortable, fitting him snugly around his uniform tunic. He looked down and saw that the short barrel of the sub machine gun protruded out to about his chest before stopping. He adjusted himself a bit, hearing the sound of pistol cartridges shifting inside the weapon housing. The corporal came around a second later and adjusted the firing bridle so it was hovering just half an inch or so from Schmeisser's mouth.
“Okay, now just step over here.” The stallion half pulled, half pushed the smaller earth pony into a position slightly away from the platoon.
About twenty yards in front of them was a small embankment of sand and dirt. In front of that was a large piece of plywood with a target pinned to the center.
“Now, simply look in ze direction of ze target, make sure you are lined up, und bite down on ze bridle.”
Schmeisser did as he was told, adjusting his footing to line up with the target. He looked to the paper target, praying to Celestia he'd actually hit it. He angled his body slightly what he thought would be a good firing angle, and bit down on the bridle for a few short seconds.
TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT!
The sound of gunfire ripped through the air as twelve rounds were spat from the barrel of the weapon, empty shell casings flying from the side port of the weapon housing. When the dust settled, and the target was clear to see, the corporal let out a slight gasp. Every single round that Schmeisser, a soldier in training who'd never used a weapon before, had fired had landed right on the bulls eye or the immediate target area around it. A shocked silence fell over the platoon behind them as word of what had happened made its way between all the colts.
“Wow!” Schmeisser said, surprised.
“Meine Gott, zat's amazing! Only a few Storm Stallions can do even zat vell vith ze PP-40!” The corporal cried.
A small round of cheering broke out from Schmeisser's fellow Coltsgrenadiers that stood behind them. He smiled sheepishly, a slight blush across his white furred face. The Storm Stallion corporal called for a fresh target, and a private ran out to set a new one.
“Do it again.” He commanded of Schmeisser. Again, every round hit the dead center of the target, and again to the astonishment of every pony there.
“Schmeisser, look!” Yelled out Sandy, a hoof pointing to Schmeisser's flank.
The rest of the platoon and the Storm Stallions around them looked, gasping at what they saw.
Schmeisser's once blank flank was now adorned with a PP-40, one outside of the combat harness weapon housing. Schmeisser had finally gotten his cutie-mark, and it seemed to show that he was meant to be in the Maremacht. He was silent, his mouth wide open out of shock. He couldn't believe it! After so many years, he'd finally gotten his cutie-mark!
“In ze name of ze Kaiser, you've finally gotten your mark!” the stallion corporal yelled in surprised. “Und it's of a Hengstan Veapon... Ve must show ze Colonel!”
“Wait, what?” But before Schmeisser could further protest, the combat harness was shoved off him with a loud thud by the corporal and he was being rushed away from the rest of the platoon.
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Schmeisser stood outside of Colonel Klink's office, nervously awaiting to be called in as he stood in the hall. His ears perked as he listened to the corporal tell the Storm Stallion Colonel of what had happened during weapons training.
“Und zen he did it a second time, perfect shot spread! Look for yourself, Colonel!” A moment later, the corporal stuck his head around the corner beckoning Schmeisser into the office.
He did so, albeit nervously. As he stood at attention before the colonel, a bluish unicorn stallion, he couldn't help but feel the eyes of the others examine his flank.
“Vell I'll be, he did earn his mark in marksmanship vith ze PP-40!” Cried the Colonel in delight.
“Sir, I think he might fit ze profile of those recruits you've been looking for.” The corporal said to his superior.
“Vhat are you on about, Hans?”
“Ze guests for ze Princess's party, vhat vas it? Ze Gala?” Schmeisser went tense, his body going rigid. The Grand Galloping Gala? That was the most prestigious event in all of Equestria!
“You're right, he'd be perfect... I'll be sure to notify ze Feldmarschall at vonce, so he may stop searching for some pony. Corporal, see to it zat a message is sent to ze Feldmarschall's headquarters at vonce, notifying him of our find.”
“Yes, sir! At vonce sir!” With that, the corporal was almost galloping out of the door, flashing an encouraging smile to young Schmeisser. This left the white earth pony alone with the blue stallion unicorn.
“So, Private Schmeisser....”
“Yes, sir?” Schmeisser's voice cracked a bit, causing the colonel to chuckle slightly.
“As you heard, you have been chosen to represent ze rest of ze Maremacht's Coltsgrenadiers at ze Grand Galloping Gala. What is your opinion?”
“I... I-It's an honor, sir! A t-true privilege!” Schmeisser was shaking slightly from both nervousness and excitement.
“You shall be attending vith other members of ze glorious Maremacht. Representatives from ze Pegasus Legion, ze Tank Corps, ze Ponyneer Corps, und ze Storm Stallions. Vat is left of ze SS, zat is.” The colonel sounded saddened as he spoke the last bit, but shook it off. He smiled to the earth pony before him.
“You vill have ze honor of meeting not only Princess Celestia herself, but also ze honor of meeting ze Feldmarschall und Sky Marshal, ze two who are ze supreme commanders of ze Maremacht und Pegasus Legion.”
Schmeisser could only nod, still awe struck that he had gone from being a blank-flank to a guest of honor within the space of an hour. Still struck silent from shock, he was shuffled out of the colonel's office by an aide, who then took him to supply to be fitted for a dress uniform. After that was done and over with, he headed back to his barracks for the night, having missed dinner. As he entered the barracks, he was greeted by not only his platoon, but his entire company.
Nearly a hundred hooves slapped him on the back, while their owners gave him their congratulations. They were all genuinely happy for him to have finally gotten his cutie-mark, and were just as happy and excited for him when he told of being chosen to attend the Gala in a few days time. Later that night, Sandy, whose bunk was below Schmeisser's, stuck his head up to pay his friend a quick visit.
“Shmy, you still awake?” Sandy whispered to his friend, careful not to wake any pony else or alert the trooper on watch duty that he was out of bed.
“Yea, I can't sleep, not with all that happened today.” Schmeisser whispered back.
“Just wanted to say congratulations one more time. One in a million chance that your mark would come from being landed here, training to go to war!”
“Thanks Sandy. I can't believe it either! I thought I'd get a cutie-mark in the lumber industry, like my dad.”
“Did you write him a letter to tell him the good news?”
“Oh, no, I forgot to! Thanks for reminding me, I'll do that right now.”
“Alright, night Schmeisser.”
“Night Sandy.”
As Sandy returned to his bunk down below, Schmeisser reached under his pillow for his notepad and pencils. He opened the pad to a fresh sheet of paper and stuck a pencil in his mouth. He began to write a somewhat messy letter, though it was better than most ponies at the time could write without magical aid.
Dear dad,
Great news, I finally got my cutie-mark! It happened today while we were being trained in weaponry. It would seem my talent is shooting, who knew? Our company's Storm Stallion instructor says it’s of a PP-40, some weapon from their home country of Hengstany, wherever that is. But because I received my mark with one of their weapons, I've been chosen to attend the Grand Galloping Gala in a few days as the representative of the Maremacht Coltsgrenadiers! I'll get to meet Princess Celestia herself and the Maremacht high command. I can't wait, but I'm nervous. I'll be sure to act like a gentle colt, just as you taught me.
I hope that every pony in town is doing well. Be sure to tell them all that we're all doing fine here at training camp. We'll have those Stallionists beat for sure!
Love,
Schmeisser
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Canterlot was abuzz with life as hundreds of ponies arrived to the city for the Grand Galloping Gala, a massive party that was to take place at the castle that night. Carriages were trundling along the cobblestone streets, their occupants making a few last second adjustments to their attire for the night. Schmeisser was in one of those carriages, along with his fellow Maremacht soldiers. They were all wearing dress uniforms consisting of a dress jacket and garrison cap, their ranks on their sleeves since none of them were officers. The jackets were field gray, save for the Pegasus Legion representative, who's jacket was a dark blue, her cap the same. Every pony else had a black cap atop their head at a jaunty angle.
Among the group in the carriage was Schmeisser from the Coltsgrenadiers, a light yellow unicorn from the Ponyneers, a purple earth pony from the Tank Corps, and of course the pegasus, who was a dark orange. The pegasus was sitting on her own side of the carriage, making the earth bound ponies sit across from her.
“So you're from the same place as the Storm Stallions?” The purple earth pony, whose name was Pat, had been intrigued by the orange mare for the entirety of the carriage ride upon hearing her accent, the same as the SS.
“Ja.” She said, flipping her curly golden mane from her eyes; her tail was just as golden and curly. “I came to Equestria not too long ago vith ze rest of ze Storm Stallions und ze original members of ze Pegasus Legion. I vas und still am an NCO in ze Fallschirmfilly brigades. Ve are airborne troops, going in deep behind enemy lines. Ve are among ze most elite, und dare I say, most epic troopers ever!” An air of confidence and a winning spirit seemed to radiate from the mare as she spoke of her branch of service.
“What did you say your name was?” The yellow unicorn this time.
His name was Token, if Schmeisser remembered correctly.
“My name is Blitzkrieg.” The mare said, sounding almost bored now.
She leaned against the window, staring out at the city as they rode through the early night. Pat and Token took this as a sign that they would be better off talking between themselves, which they did.
Schmeisser sighed, bored as well. He'd been quiet the whole trip, and didn't see any reason to break the habit. He decided to look out the window, but found his eyes wandering. He stole a quick glance to Blitzkrieg and found her still looking out her own window. His eyes then darted down to her flank, searching for her cutie-mark. When he did see it, his eyebrows rose out of intrigue. The orange pegasus mare's cutie-mark was that of a Storm Stallion's helmet with a yellow and red lightning bolt striking from inside of it. He looked back out the window, now pondering what her talent must be. As his mind wandered, the carriage came to a halt. They'd arrived at the main gate to Canterlot Castle.
The four quickly disembarked from the carriage, their ride trundling away not even a moment after the last hoof was out of the door. As another one pulled up to replace it, the soldiers made their way up the drive and to the drawbridge across the mote. They all received glances from the posh and regal ponies that were also making their way to the castle, but nothing too harsh or demeaning. With the Stallion situation escalating, soldier ponies had become almost a common site. Schmeisser was glad for this, as he didn't want to be the center of attention like he had been back at Camp Determination.
As they crossed the drawbridge into the castle foyer, they were greeted by a contingent of Royal Guard ponies, all standing on either side of the red silk carpet leading to the foot of a grand staircase. Atop that staircase stood none other than Princess Celestia in all her glory, greeting a steadily moving line of guests one by one. The soldiers took their places in line, with Schmeisser at the tail end. Blitzkrieg was the first to the sun princess.
“Princess Celestia, it is an honor to meet you.” The Fallschirmfilly said, dipping her head. “I am Sergeant Blitzkrieg of the 39th Fallschirm Division.”
Celestia dipped her head as well, her colorful mane and tail fluttering in a nonexistent breeze.
“It's nice to finally meet you, Sergeant. The Sky Marshal has spoken favorably of you and your actions.” She smiled her regal smile as she spoke, honesty in her words.
Blitzkrieg dipped her head once more before moving on, heading towards the ball room to mingle.
Pat and Token's introductions seemed to fly by, for now it was Schmeisser's turn to introduce himself to the ruler of all of Equestria. The white pony nervously made his way up to the princess, trying not to make a foal of himself. As he reached her, he dipped his head respectively.
“P-Princess Celestia, it is a true honor, your highness. I a-am Private Schmeisser of her majesty's Maremacht, 43rd Coltsgrenadier Division.”
“It is a pleasure to meet you Private Schmeisser. I thank you for serving to protect Equestria and its citizens.” Her regal smile dimmed slightly at her own words, knowing the full weight behind them.
Before she could go on, trumpets sounded from the ball room, signaling the start of the royal dinner for specific guests. “It would seem dinner is served, my little pony. I'll see you in the dining room.” Leaving their conversation at that, Celestia slowly made her way down the stairs and through a large doorway opposite that of the ballroom.
Schmeisser almost collapsed from relief. He'd never felt so nervous in his life! He stood there for a moment, catching his breath, before he remembered that he was among those ponies who were to be a special guest at the royal dinner. He turned and nearly tripped down the stairs as he made his way down them, catching himself in time. He made his way to the dining room that was separate from all the other guests and walked past the Guard ponies outside and inside the doorway. He stopped just inside the room, taking it in.
Before the humble country pony was a massive dining room that held an overly long dining table that could easily seat thirty ponies, though only eight places were set. Hanging from the ceiling was an enormous chandelier made of the finest crystal that shone like a thousand stars. Guardponies lined the walls, their golden armor shining in the light. Schmeisser couldn't believe his eyes as he made his way over to the table, quickly finding his place, one seat from the head of the table. On his left were Pat and Token, and directly across from him sat Blitzkrieg. To the pegasus' right was a white coated Storm Stallion unicorn, a colonel by her rank. Her hair was a mixture of blonde and blue stripes, the blue just as bright as her eyes. Celestia was all ready sitting at the head of the table, conversing with Blitzkrieg and the unicorn. She turned to Schmeisser as he sat down, smiling to him.
“Glad you could join us, Schmeisser.” The princess said.
She lifted the glass in front of her with her magic and sipped from it. “I trust you know Corporals Pat and Token, as well as Sergeant Blitzkrieg?”
“Yes, Princess, I do. We shared a carriage on the way here.”
“Wonderful. Oh, where are my manners. This is Colonel... Eisernes Kreuz, was it? I'm sorry, Colonel, I'm not very familiar with your language as of yet.”
“Zat is fine, Princess,” the unicorn said politely. “Ja, Eisernes Kreuz is my name in Hengstan, but in Equestrian it is Iron Cross.”
“Thank you, Colonel.” Celestia turned her attention back to Schmeisser. “This is Colonel Iron Cross of the Storm Stallions.”
“It's nice to meet you Colonel, I'm Private Schmeisser.”
“Likevise, Private. Alvays a pleasure to meet another soldier.” At that moment, a guard made his way to Celestia's side, whispering something to her.
“It would seem that our two missing guests have finally arrived and shall be here momentarily.”
The news came at just the right moment, for not even a second after the princess had spoken, a unicorn servant stepped into the dining hall to announce the new arrivals.
“Presenting, Sky Marshal Eisen Drachen!”
The stallion that entered through the doorway was a site to behold. Larger than the average pony or stallion, he seemed to be the same size as Celestia, if not slightly larger. His horn seemed to be the same length as well, and just as sharp looking, almost like a sword. From his back protruded two, massive red feathered dragon wings. His fur was snow white, that faded out with the scales of his wing structure. His silken black mane was tied back in an ponytail, which fell just past his shoulders. His actual tail was tied in a similar fashion, and was much longer than that of a regular soldier's tail cut. His dazzling emerald green eyes did their best to draw attention away from the triple, crimson scars that ran down his left cheek, just under his eye. A cross of iron hung from his neck via a black, white, and red ribbon. His peaked officer's cap was the same dark blue as Blitzkrieg's uniform, his long horn poking from between two steely looking wings.
As he entered, Blitzkrieg and Iron Cross stood to attention, saluting. He nodded to the two, who then sat back down as the as draconic stallion took his seat next to them and Celestia. When he moved to sit down, the Maremacht soldiers were given a good look at his cutie-mark: a golden dragon, claws outstretched as it dove downwards towards its prey.
“Ah, Drachen, so lovely for you to join us.” Celestia said sweetly, smiling warmly to the new arrival. She seemed almost drawn toward him, as she moved just a tad bit closer to him.
“I vouldn't miss it for ze vorld, Princess.” He replied in a deep, booming voice that echoed throughout the hall.
He looked to the three Maremacht soldiers across from him that were staring back, dumbstruck. He smiled devilishly, his sharp teeth poking over his lower lip. “Greetings, soldiers. I am Sky Marshal Eisen Drachen, or Iron Dragon in your tongue.”
“A-Are you our commander?” Token asked, stuttering uncontrollably.
“Oh no, not me.” He laughed. It was just as deep and booming as his voice. “I am head of ze Pegasus Legion, ze air power of ze Maremacht. Your commander should be here shortly...” He dragged out the last word, adding emphasis to it that normally would be unneeded.
“Drache, I svear I am going to break your knee vone of zese days!”
“Presenting, Field Mar- OUCH! The midget kicked me in the knee!”
The servant received another blow to the knees, silencing him for the moment. Standing in the doorway next to the injured servant was a short, snow white earth stallion. He was shorter than the average stallion, and was even shorter than the average pony, easily by a head or so. His short, jet black mane was hidden under his jet black officer's cap, which sported the Reichsmare and the laughing skull and crossbones of the Storm Stallions. This matched the jet black officer's tunic he wore, which boasted two breast pockets and a high backed collar, the same as what Iron Cross was wearing. Hanging from the left pocket was an iron cross similar to Drachen's, only it hung from a short, white and black ribbon. His neck tabs showed his rank to be that of Field Marshal.
“I don't need some damned sissy servant to announce vhen I enter a room!” He growled, almost yelling.
As he walked across the tile floor, his hoofs sent out a series of sharp, metallic clanks. Iron horseshoes. When he passed a guard, he flicked the armored colt's knee with his cropped white and black tail, causing the guard to flinch. Laughing, the short white stallion took a seat across from the Sky Marshal, between Celestia and Schmeisser. Sitting down, he seemed even shorter. His hazel eyes seemed to show his annoyance at this as he stared across the table, which was just below eye level for him.
“Ah, Field Marshal, we were just wondering when you were going to arrive.” Celestia said, stealing a glance to the wounded servant. The pony was limping out of the room with the aid of a guard.
“I arrive vhen I intend to, Princess.” He said, leaning forward to sip from his glass.
“Herr Feldmarschall, it is good to see you again,” Iron Cross said, smiling to her superior.
“Colonel Cross, Sergeant Blitzkrieg.” He nodded to each in turn as he drank deeply from his glass. “Can I get a glass of hard cider?” He called to a waiter. “None of zis fancy champagne, too classy.”
“Field Marshal, I'd like you to meet some of the colts under your command.” Celestia said to the short, temperamental stallion. “This is Corporal Token, from the Ponyneer Corps.” She gestured politely to the unicorn farthest from him.
“A Ponyneer? Good luck to you, Corporal. Careful vith ze demolition charges, zey are very sensitive... Vone wrong move und BOOM! No more pony.” Token only nodded, unsure of what to say to the laughing stallion.
Celestia took no notice and continued the introductions. “Next, is Corporal Pat, from the tank corps. I trust-”
“Tank corps?” The small one seemed to perk up. “Glad to have you! Ze tank corps is vhere I started vhen I first joined back in Hengstany. You've trained on ze Ursa Panzer all ready, ja?” The short stallion was obviously eager to discuss armored warfare with another pony.
“Yes, sir, I have.” Pat seemed to relax slightly upon hearing the Field Marshal's excitement over the role he'd been assigned to. “I'm being trained as a loader.”
“Good, very good. Be sure to vatch your hoof vhen closing ze breech. Almost lost my own, vonce.”
Celestia then moved on to the last guest. “Finally, we have Private Schmeisser, from the Coltsgrenadier divisions.” She smiled to Schmeisser, sensing just how tense he was becoming, being the center of attention once again.
“Oh, so you're ze vone vith ze PP-40 cutie-mark!” Cried the Field Marshal excitedly.
He extended a hoof to Schmeisser, who shook it. “I am Feldmarschall Rommel Nein, head of ze Storm Stallions und Maremacht. Vhen I heard zat vone of our recruits had earned his cutie-mark vith a Hengstan veapon, I almost jumped through ze roof vith joy!”
“But Herr Feldmarschall…” The Sky Marshal began, “Wouldn't zat require you to be standing atop a bookshelf or on top of a stack of crates?” The hybrid stallion chuckled, a small smile across his face.
The overly short stallion's face scrunched up in anger, shushing the chuckles of all but Drachen, Blitzkrieg, and Iron Cross.
“Vell.” He replied, a sickening smirk across his face. “At least I vorked for my rank. Isn't zat right, Herr Sky Marshal?”
The comment served its purpose, shutting up both the Sky Marshal and the two females aside of him. One could have cut the tension with a knife, or horn in the case of Celestia and Drachen. It seemed as if a fight was going to break out between the two commanders, right then and there. Every pony sat on the edge of their seat, ready to bolt for cover.
“I just realized something…” Celestia began, doing her best to defuse the situation. “Where is your Propaganda Minister?”
“... He is back at camp. Ve decided it be best if at least vone of us stay behind.” Rommel relaxed a bit, the tension visibly leaving him, albeit slowly.
“That's such a shame, he would have been the life of the party.” Celestia chuckled slightly, further lightening the mood. The other equines at the table begin to relax themselves, including Drachen, who was still somberly quiet.
“Zat is true, very true... So, Schmeisser,” Rommel said, turning to the white colt beside him. “Vhat do you think of my Storm Stallions? Very impressive, ja?”
“Oh, uh, yes, sir.” The shy recruit said, nodding. “V-Very impressive! Very, uhm... Soldierly?”
The white pony smiled sheepishly, unsure of what exactly to say. The short stallion merely laughed at this, slapping Schmeisser on the back.
“Soldierly, he says! Zat's vone vay of describing zem.”
The waiters arrived amid the Field Marshal's bout of laughter, plates of alfalfa casserole, applesauce, and daffodil salad levitating atop silver platters. The food was served, the drinks freshened, and the taste buds of every pony present tempted... That is, save for the Sky and Field Marshals. The two war mongers looked upon their food with unfavorable looks. The two eyed the food as if it was meant for the trash bin, not for their mouths. The pair looked one another in the eye, silently agreeing upon the food.
“You first, Herr Feldmarschall.” Drachen said quietly.
The other diners seemed too busy to notice the large hybrid's talk to the overly short stallion.
“Vhen I die…” The short one whispered, “Bury me vith my iron shoes...”
Gulping nervously, Rommel leaned forward, the piercing eyes of Drachen upon him as he took a bite of casserole. Slowly, he chewed the vegan dish, a look of sickness slowly coming across his face. He finally swallowed, shuddering slightly. He quickly drained his cider, doing his damnedest to wash away the taste of the alfalfa. Seeing this, Drachen politely pushed away his food, deciding then and there to eat later on.
“Damn rabbit food,” the Sky Marshal mumbled.
“Is the food not to your liking, Drachen?” Celestia had noticed the actions of the large equine next to her from the corner of her eye. She seemed almost upset that he wasn't eating.
“Yes, it is... delicious, I am just not hungry at ze moment...”
“Neither I am.” Rommel added, his face a pale green.
“If you wish, I can have some other food prepared.” The princess offered. “Food that is more to your liking?”
“I am sorry Princess, but I fear that our.... 'tastes,' would not be to your liking...” Drachen looked over his shoulder for a moment, staring out at the night sky through one of the many large windows.
“Why is that? Surely we can accommodate-” BOOM!
A massive explosion from somewhere on the castle grounds rocked the large building, causing the massive chandelier to shake. A few screams of agony could be heard outside the large doors that lead to the foyer. The Equestrians sitting around the table all jumped to their hooves, staring in the direction of the large wooden doors.
“Guards, go see what has happened,” Celestia commanded, eyes fixed upon the door.
Every pony waited for the multiple guards in the room to head for the door, but the armor plated colts didn't budge. The only movement they made was to draw their swords while assuming a threatening stance.
“What is going on, here?”
“Quite simple, Princess.” A guard near the door said, his sword magically levitating near him. “It is time for revolution.” He continued, sidestepping away from the entrance, an evil smile upon his face. The sound of gun fire was beginning to reach the ears of those in the dining hall, along with terror filled screams. Amid these sounds of chaos, one sound seemed to stand out. The sound of clanking metal and the rumbling of a diesel engine. Sky Marshal Drachen looked to the Field Marshal.
“Herr Field Marshal, do you hear zat?”
“Did zey really?”
“I believe zey did... Any suggestions?”
“I suggestion ve take cover.”
“Vhy?”
“3... 2... 1...”
The other equines with him were all ready diving to the floor for cover before the short one could even say “2.” He did so just before saying “1,” and found safety behind an upturned chair just as a small ball of fire and steel shot through the center of the pair of massive, wooden doors. The decorative oak doors swung limply on their hinges, one ready to fall to the floor, only a single hinge keeping it in place. A thick cloud of smoke and dust filled the air for a few moments, obscuring every pony's vision.
When the debris filled air finally cleared, the Queen and her guests finally caught site of what had caused so much death and panic among the grounds. In the center of the doorway sat a gray green machine that was as long as three fully grown colts and as tall as two. The machine sat upon a pair of metal treads that carelessly scratched and scuffed the marble of the floor, while its engine sent out a small, steady supply of black exhaust. The commander's hatch atop the turret of the tank popped open, the head of a mud-brown colt rising from the belly of the metal beast until he was visible from his shoulders upwards.
“Princess Celestia, is good to see you!” The colt said, his eastern Equestrian accent thick like the smoke pouring from his vehicle.
“Colonel Spritzoff, am I correct?” Celestia brushed herself off as she climbed to her hooves, Drachen supporting her. “Stallion's pet, if I remember.” The tank pony glared towards her, a scowl across his face.
“You are not in position to speak in such a way, Celestia!” The colt spat.
As he spoke, the gun of the armored vehicle lowered itself as the turret rotated towards the princess. Drachen stepped in front of her, offering himself as a shield.
“Zat is Princess Celestia to you, vorm.” Drachen stared pure death at Spritzoff, his massive wings spreading out behind him.
The Stallionist tanker was surprised to see an equine such as as the one before his machine of war. Never had he seen or even heard of some pony that seemed so dragon-like. “I suggest you und your traitorous companions leave now, before ve make you leave... And ve von't say 'please.'”
“And who are you, some half breed who wandered in from the street?” By this time, two battle lines had formed between the tank and the draconic pony. The guards turned traitor stood in front of the tank, while the Maremacht personal stood on either side of the Sky Marshal, helping to form a protective wall around Celestia.
“You cannot possibly believe that you can win against such an excellent example of the latest technology available! She is fresh from the factories of Stalliongrad,” Spritzoff laughed loudly, patting the top of his tank's turret.
The Stallionist's laughter was soon drowned out by a fit of laughter that was easily twice as loud. The half breed comment forgotten for the moment, every head turned to the overturned table in the center of the room, where a certain stallion was doubled over in a fit of hysterical laughter.
“What are you laughing at?” The colonel called, obviously annoyed.
“Y-You!” Rommel managed, wiping away a few tears of laughter. “Zat zing is a piece of cheap, Stallionist crap!” The Field Marshal began to make his way over to the throng of ponies, still laughing his rank tabs off. “Vhat is zat? A thirty-seven millimeter gun? Zat is a pea shooter!”
“... Perfect for shooting a little pea like yourself.” Spritzoff spat, smirking at his own comment.
Chuckles could be heard from the other members of the tank crew still hidden within the metal beast. They seemed to echo as if coming from an iron coffin. Rommel walked over to his large counterpart, eyes locked on the tank commander.
“Drachen, throw me.”
“Vhat are you doing, Field Marshal?” Iron Cross asked, giving her superior a questioning look.
“Are you really going to?” The small stallion ignored her, and instead looked to the hybrid, who was still glaring at the enemies before them.
“Are you ready, my friend?” Drachen asked.
His once deep and booming voice was now much lower and calmer. Quiet frightening when added with his sharp, staring eyes, his pointed fangs, and his massive wings.
“I'm not gargling pudding.”
With a small nod, the commander of the sky lifted his counterpart into the air with his magic. Unfazed by the red shaded force field around him, Rommel positioned himself in a way that seemed like he was flying all ready, his front hooves stuck forward. By the time Spritzoff and his men realized what was going on it was a little too late. Like a bullet from a gun, the Field Marshal was shot through the air by his friend's magic, heading straight towards the pony who had dared call him little. His cap fell off instantly, but that didn't matter for the moment.
“RAAAAAAAAM!!”
With the force of cannon ball, the ground commander hit the tanker right in the chest, more than likely breaking a multitude of bones thanks to the iron horseshoes he wore. The pair fell into the depths of the tank, where a scuffle broke out between the crew of burly tank ponies and a short white stallion. Highly unfair to the tankers.
While this was going on, the two battle lines collided as Blitzkrieg and Iron Cross lunged for the guards, screaming as they did so. Iron Cross pulled a dagger from somewhere on her person and was immediately engaged in a duel with two of the sword bearing colts, while Blitzkrieg began to buck and punch the others. Token and Pat rushed in, head butting the nearest guards before mimicking the fighting style of Blitzkrieg. As Drachen prepared to join the fray, he notice Celestia doing the same. He immediately held out a hoof, stopping her.
“No, my Princess. Stay back, you cannot risk it.”
“Drachen, I have fought before, I can-” She grew quiet as Drachen's eyes met hers.
“Private Scmeisser!” He called over the sound of battle.
The newly cutie-marked pony appeared from behind an overturned dessert cart, a piece of carrot cake squashed atop his head. Before he could say a thing, Drachen gave him a simple order to follow. “Take Celestia to her room, protect her. I have traitors to kill...”
With that, the draconic equine dashed into the fray, bowling over five enemies before shooting into the air. As he dove back down, red bolts of pure magic shot from his horn, hitting and slaying a couple of combatants. He then proceeded to use his horn as a sword... Effectively, at that.
Schmeisser nudged Celestia's side, pushing her towards the doors leading to the kitchens. As they ran through the double doors, a quick look back revealed that even more traitorous guards-ponies were entering the dining hall, their swords glistening with the blood of recent victims. Some of them spotted the Princess and her escort and quickly gave chase.
“Quickly Princess!” Schmeisser urged, leading his beloved leader through another door, exiting the no empty kitchens. The servants must have escaped at the first sign of trouble. The two galloped down a massive hallway, the large curtains hanging from the windows fluttering after them as they ran by. The sound of the traitors' rattling armor seemed to be getting closer, and it even seemed to be coming from ahead of them. The Coltsgrenadier stopped near a door leading to a break room for servants as a thought occurred to him. Celestia stopped and turned once she noticed her escort was a ways back.
“Schmeisser, we must go, what are you doing?” She asked, galloping back to him.
“Princess, hide in here.” He said, bucking open the door. “I'll hold them off.” As he spoke, he picked up a bucket from a supply cabinet and threw it atop his head like a helmet.
“Schmeisser, there's no need, we can escape them easily if we keep going... Although I could defeat them myself with no problem.”
“Princess, the Sky Marshal ordered me to protect you. He also obviously doesn't want you endangering yourself. Now, please, just stay in here.” Grabbing a broom as a weapon before closing the door, the soldier stood in the center of the hall before the door, holding the cleaning tool in his mouth.
It didn't take long for two Stallionists supporters to appear from the direction of the kitchens, while another two appeared from the opposite direction. The four professionally trained and heavily armed fighters surrounded Schmeisser, knowing it would be an easy battle.
“You're no match for us boy.” A dark green unicorn scoffed. “Just leave now before we hurt you... This whole damned ordeal can be over now if you just turn her over to us.”
“How do you expect to fight the Celestia with nothing but swords?” Schmeisser inquired, not backing away from the aggressors.
“It's not the swords, boy…” The green colt continued. “Our armor has been infused with the magic of the Ursa Major and made from dragon scales, which are resistant to even the strongest magic.”
“Well, it's a good thing I don't use magic... FOR CELESTIA!” Schmeisser charged forward, whacking the guards with his broom while somehow managing to dodge blows from their blades.
Meanwhile, back in the dining hall, things seemed to be going well for those loyal to Celestia. Dozens of traitors lay dead, dying, or wounded. At some point during the battle, the Stallionist tank had started moving and was now driving erratically throughout the hall. The fighting with the metal monster seemed to be focused in the turret, for every now and then, a burst of machine gun fire would spit out from the coaxial weapon, sending every pony ducking for cover. A few Stallionists were met by not so friendly fire, along with the Ponyneer Token, who now lay wounded in a corner. He wasn't dead, yet, but he would be unless he received helped soon.
The last of the traitorous guards were finally finished off as Drachen tossed them screaming through a window and down the side of the mountain. With no more troops to deal with, the attention of all was now focused on the still rampaging tank. It seemed to be driving a little less erratically now, evidence that some pony was gaining control of it. As to who that pony was, it was obviously a Stallionist, as the tank soon cam barreling towards Eisen Drachen and Iron Cross. Blitzkrieg flew alongside the metal contraption, bucking the side of the turret when possible, attempting to do something. Pat just managed to dive away from a burst of gun fire as he rushed to help Token.
“Vhat are be going to do, Drachen?” Iron Cross shouted over the sound of the tank.
“I'm not sure, vhat with Rommel still inside... Vait, is it stopping?”
Drachen was right, the tank was stopping. The three standing fighters cautiously approached the vehicle as the sounds of movement inside grew louder and louder. The commander's hatch finally flew open with a clang, wisps of steam and smoke climbing from inside. A moment later, the hind quarters of a brown pony appeared through the opening . Drachen and his comrades prepared for a fight, but found it useless as the body of Sprtizoff was dumped to the ground. The pony's chest seemed crushed and his face beaten to a bloody pulp. He was obviously dead, and it was apparent who had done the deed thanks to the shape of the wounds: horseshoe. The next thing to appear through the hatch was once again the posterior of a small white stallion with a cropped tail.
“Herr Feldmarschall, you did it!” Iron Cross cheered, running towards the tank to greet the one who had defeated the most dangerous foe of the night.
The smile upon the unicorn's face was soon replaced with a look of horror and shock as the body of Rommel slid to the tiled floor before her. His jacket was ripped in several places, his fur matted with blood. Iron Cross quickly turned him over, attempting to shake him into consciousness, but to no avail. His face was covered in cuts and scrapes, bits of broken glass embedded within his skin. A deep gash from above his eye down the left side of his face was present, an obvious wound from the blade of one of the tankers.
Angered by what had been done to their commander and friend, Blitzkrieg, Iron Cross, and Drachen assaulted the tank. As Iron Cross jumped atop the tank, ready to jump through the hatch, one of the crew members slammed it shut and locked it, sealing out the attackers. The engine roared to life as the vehicle began to move, heading towards the kitchen doors. Iron Cross began to use her magic to attempt to pry open the hatch, but found it wouldn't open. She quickly jumped from the roof the vehicle as it sped towards the low doorway to the kitchen.
The tank crashed through the doors and wall, smashing through the large palace kitchen with ease. Pots, pans, plates, and utensils were crushed and tossed about as the armored war bringer muscled its way towards its goal. It seemed nothing could stop the machine, even with its commander dead.
“Colonel Cross, Sergeant Blitzkrieg!” Drachen ordered, staring after the tank. He didn't dare look back towards the body of his closest friend. “Check on the two recruits... Und take the Field Marshal's tags... I've business to handle.”
With solemn nods, the two mares watched as the Sky Marshal half flew, half galloped after those who had caused so much mayhem on what should have been a peaceful night.
While all this had been happening , Schmeisser had been fighting off four armed guards with just a broomstick. Two of them lay unconscious while one lay against the wall, two of his legs and his horn broken. This left just Schmeisser and the green pony. The other colt seemed unscathed, while Schmeisser bore many cuts, gashes, and bruises. One of his knees was bleeding, making it hard for him to maneuver during his duel to the death.
“I have to admit that you're good.” The green colt complimented.
He ducked to avoid being smacked across the head with the half a broomstick his opponent was using now.
“Too bad you cannot see the plain truth.”
With a twirl of his sword, he knocked Schmeisser's weapon out of his mouth, sending it sliding across the floor. Defenseless, the Coltsgrenadier backed against the door leading to the Princess.
“You're done, boy!” The green colt continued. “Celestia is done. Equestria is done.”
“I may be done, but you'll never be able to take the Princess by yourself!” Schmeisser was barely able to stand, but did his best. He must protect Celestia.
It seemed as if the colt before him could be right as the green pony thought about taking on Celestia on his own. He was attempting to think of how he would do it when he heard a familiar rumbling sound grow closer. He smiled and thanked Stallion as the tank rolled up the hall, barely any room for it in the corridor. As it halted, the hatch opened once more. A light yellow earth pony appeared in the cupola, beaten and bruised.
“Where is Colonel Spritzoff?” the green guard asked of the new tank commander.
“He is dead, killed by the small white one.”
“Damn shame... I'm glad you're here, I'll need help in capturing Celes-” TATATATATATATATAT! “Aarrrggg....”
The coaxial machine gun barked as it mowed down the guards-pony, the yellow colt in the turret shaking his head.
“Why would we capture her? Comrade Stallion wants her dead.” As he spoke to the corpse, the colt's attention turned to a shaking Schmeisser who was pressed against the wall. “You fought bravely soldier, but you, too, must die for working with the tyrant Celestia.” With a salute, the Stallionist tanker disappeared within his machine.
Schmeisser could only stare in fear as the turret turned towards him. So this was the end? Being killed within the halls of Canterlot Castle, trying to protect his beloved princess... At least he tried... The Coltsgrenadier sank to the floor, closing his eyes. He could hear the sound of metal on metal as a fresh shell was slid into the breach of the cannon aimed for him. He only need sit there and it would all be over. Maybe if he counted it wouldn't be too bad...
1...
2...
3...
4...
“...Five.”
Just as Schmeisser spoke what he believe to be his last work, there was a tremendous crash as Eisen Drachen, the Demon of War, flew into the rear of the tank, slamming against it with all his might. The hunk of steel and iron rocked and creaked as it was pushed a long ways down the hall by the dragon-unicorn hybrid. Snorting, Drachen flew to the front of the damned machine, where he stuck his head under the front bumper area. Using every muscle in his body along with his magic, the Sky Marshal lifted the tank onto its rear end, where he left it standing for a moment. The colts inside could be heard yelling for mercy as they attempted to escape. Their attempt was futile, as Drachen would have none of it. With a swift, powerful kick, the death wagon was sent toppling backwards through a curtain and stain glass window. As it fell through the window, the tank rolled front over rear down the slight slope that turned into a cliff, meaning a long way down.
* * *
While all the fighting had been going on up in the castle, a lone earth pony had been making his way up the dirt road to Canterlot. His light brown fur seemed to blend with the wooden cart he was pulling behind him. His load? Freshly harvested cabbages, one of the main staples of a pony's diet. The earth pony was proud of today's haul and was sure he would fetch a good profit at market tomorrow.
Tired, he decided to take a break from his journey for a moment and was sitting on the side of the road that lead to Canterlot. He sat back, admiring his cart load of cabbages as it sat in the middle of the road. As he was just considering what to have for dinner, the sound of something falling reached his ears. Something large, and metallic... What could it possibly be?
KABAMSPLATCLANGOUCHMYLIVERBOOMFWOOSH
The pony stood there, dumbstruck, staring at the spot where his cabbage cart was just sitting.
“MY CABBAGES!”
* * *
Schmeisser watched in awe as the dragon stallion hybrid tackled the tank and threw if off the mountain as if it were a piece of garbage. He continued to stare through the broken window, mouth agape. He didn't even budge when Drachen approached him, nor did he object when he was gently slid out of in front of the door.
“Princess, are you safe?” Drachen called as he opened the door. The room was dark, impeding the officer's vision. As he stepped into the room he heard movement off in a corner. As he approached, he could just make out the shape of a -CLANG!
“I'm so sorry Drachen!” Celestia gasped, dropping the frying pan from her magical grasp.
“I couldn't tell who it was! Are you okay?” She immediately returned light to the room with her magic as he rushed to the hybrid before her. A small trickle of blood ran from his nose, but he seemed otherwise unscathed.
“I have a hard head.” He began, rubbing his nose along the side of his leg. “Are you safe, my Princess?”
“Of course, I am, Drachen. I have you, the Field Marshal and your soldiers to thank for that. Is Schmeisser okay?” She asked.
She decided to find out for herself, as she ran from the room just as she spoke.
Schmeisser was slumped against the wall, barely conscious, but alive. Celestia knelt next to him and began to use her magic to heal some of his more minor wounds. She may have been a powerful Alicorn, but there were some things that had to be taken care of by professionally trained doctors.
“Are you alright, my little pony?” Schmeisser nodded and tried to speak, but was silenced by the hoof of Drachen.
“Save your strength, Private.” The grenadier nodded, thankful for the chance to rest. He was slightly startled, however, when he was engulfed in a glowing red force field. He looked around and found that he was being levitated back to the dining hall by Drachen. He and Celestia were walking side by side and fairly close to one another. They were just about touching one another. Schmeisser thought nothing of it. In fact, all he could think about was sleep. And that's what he did, was fall asleep inside of Drachen's magical grip.
* * *
When the Princess and her escorts arrived back to the dining hall, Storm Stallions and Coltsgrenadiers filled the room. All were dressed in full combat gear and were dealing with those Stallionists that were still alive. Medics were attending to Pat, Token, and Blitzkrieg, and even the wounded Stallionists. They'd need to be in good health for interrogation. As the two entered the hall, every head turned to them. It was silent for a moment until cheers erupted from the gathering of soldiers. Drachen merely nodded in acknowledgment as he lay Schmeisser down in front of a unicorn Medic.
“Take special care of zis vone, Rotest.” He said to the white unicorn.
The red cross cutie-marked medic nodded and set to work, doing her best to take care of the sleeping Schmeisser.
“Oh my, you poor thing...” She cooed, her voice barely audible; aura flowing from her horn, she began to open her medical and administer treatment to the wounded colt lying on the floor.
“Rotest, I have a question...” Drachen looked over his shoulder, glancing around before turning back to the young mare. “Do you know anyzing about ze Field Marshal?”
Rotest Kreuz looked down to the floor, hiding her face as she shook her head. When she looked back up, a few tears were beginning to stream down her face. “Nein, Herr Sky Marshal. He is...” She didn't finish, instead looking back down to Schmeisser to occupy herself with her work, trying to keep her mind off the subject. Drachen could only nod and step away from every pony else, a deep sigh escaping from deep within him. Celestia approached him, nuzzling at his neck.
“You will you be okay, Drachen?”
“Ja... Ja, I believe so... I just need some time to sink...”
With a nod, the Princess left his side, going to help those Maremacht personnel in the main hall and foyer. There were sure to be more dead and wounded ponies to attend to.
As he looked around the ruined dining hall, he caught sight of Iron Cross, who was still sitting over the body. No pony had thought to attempt to move the Field Marshal yet, lest they upset the SS Colonel. His movements slow and calm, the hybrid made his way over to the unicorn, where he eased himself onto the floor next to her. They sat there in silence for a few moments.
“He vas like a father to me und my sister,” Iron Cross said, her expression somber. The fur on her face showed that she had been crying, though not openly.
“He died doin vhat he loved... Beating ze living crap out of some pony.”
“True... Still, I vish he hadn't...”
“Ve vill make zem pay for zis, Eisernes Kreuz. Ve shall burn Stallinograd to ze ground.” As Drachen spoke, he turned to the colonel, looking her in the eye. Nodding her agreement, Iron Cross looked back to the stallion who had once demanded nothing but respect and results. Reaching out a hoof, she placed it upon Rommel's chest, over his own Iron Cross award.
“Wh-Who is touching meine medal?”
“Field Marshal?!” Drachen and Iron Cross yelled at once as the words slipped from the small stallion's mouth.
“Hooves off!” He coughed, blood spitting out as he did so. “I earned it fair und square...”
“You're alive!” Iron Cross cheered, pulling the stallion into a tight hug.
“Colonel.” The small stallion wheezed. “No displays of affection in uniform... Z-Zat's ten demerits.” He chuckled tiredly.
The officer coughed abruptly as she quickly pulled away, regaining her stiff demeanor.
“Are you well, Field Marshal?” Drachen asked, looking down upon his cohort.
“Zat depends... Are zey all dead?”
“Save for a few survivors, jawohl. They are all dead.”
“Und ze piece of crap armor?”
“Right off zed side of ze cliff.”
“Damn...” The wounded stallion began to rise to his hooves, albeit shakily. “I vould have loved to have had ze chance to look it over. Find out vhat kind of technology zey have... I got a good look at ze gauges, zho,” He said, gesturing to the bit of glass embedded within his face.
“Did vone of zem have a knife?” Drachen asked, pointing out the scar. He picked up a shard of glass with his magic, holding up as a mirror of sorts for the Field Marshal.
“Nein... Ze gunner had a bottle of hard cider zat he broke over a shell. Vhere is my cap?”
By this point it was noticed throughout the hall that Rommel was alive. Coltsgrenadiers and Storm Stallions alike saluted him crisply as he began to walk through the debris. He soon came upon Rotest Kreuz, who was dealing with a now waking Schmeisser.
“Is he going to be alright?”
“I believe so.” Red Cross said, not noticing who was standing behind her. “He should be fine in a few weeks time.” She softly continued, looking over her shoulder.
She did a double take as she noticed who was near her.
“Field Marshal!” She shouted.
Her light blue hair with green strands covered her face as she turned around quickly. She made to hug the stallion, but was stopped as he held up a hoof.
“Not in uniform, Medic.” He said, a tired smile upon his blood-caked face.
She nodded, a light blush on her white fur. He turned his attention to Schmeisser, who was managing to sit upon his haunches. “You are vell, Private?”
“Y-Yes, sir,” the Coltsgrenadier stuttered.
“Good, good.” Rommel patted the soldier on the back before turning to Colonel Iron Cross. “Have zose swine zat are still alive taken to different camps. Ve vill have zem interrogated and find out vhat zey know.”
“Yes, sir, Field Marshal. But you should know, sir.” She began, looking to the Field and Sky Marshals. “Both of you should know zat it has been reported that all camps have been attacked in some form or fashion. Bombings, mostly. Ze cowards didn't have ze courage to fight our soldiers in a proper battle.”
“Vhat is ze death count at?” Eisen Drachen inquired.
“Just under two-hundred, sir. But, I have bad news from Camp Determination.”
“Vhat is it, Colonel?” Rommel asked, digging his cap out from under an overturned chair.
“Ze Propaganda Minister... He ist dead. Zey poisoned his food und drink.”
The two commanders locked eyes for a moment as what they had just been told ran through their minds. Both knew it was a great loss whenever any soldier died in battle, but this wasn't just another soldier. This was the death of the one who kept the troops in good spirits, albeit by getting them drunk and having massive parties.
“... I suppose Captain Velvet vill happily take ze position?” Rommel asked no pony in particular.
“She vill do vell as Minister of Propaganda,” Drachen answered. “Her tactics are more...”
“Rational? Acceptable? Agreeable?”
“Ja, all of those.”
Rommel laughed, dusting off his cap, which was now torn and tattered like his tunic. He found a spot of floor that was clear of debris and sat down, observing the soldiers around them. He looked up as a shadow fell over him, Princess Celestia standing before him. Drachen moved to stand beside the Field Marshal, who continued to sit on the floor.
“Princess. You know how to throw a party,” he teased, a devilish smirk on his face.
“Thank you Field Marshal. I could not have asked for better guests.” Her smile fell, however, as she turned to the matter at hand. “I trust you will be looking into this breach in security?”
“Of course Princess.” Drachen asserted, standing firmly. “Ve vill find und run out any other traitorous dogs that may be a danger to you.”
“Thank you, Drachen.” She said, smiling softly.
Her eyes turned to the short stallion still sitting on the floor. The Field Marshal was occupying himself by attempting to open a jug of hard cider he had found. The jug was enveloped in a red aura as Drachen opened it with his magic. Rommel showed his thanks by drinking deeply.
“Field Marshal?” Celestia questioned.
“Ja, Princess?” Drachen cleared his throat, obviously annoyed with how the Field Marshal was conducting himself in front of Celestia.
“Oh relax Drachen,” Rommel argued and drank deeply once again from the jug.
“What do you plan to do concerning this matter?” Celestia asked once again.
“Simple...” Rommel set down the half empty jug, his thirst quenched for now. “I vill lead ze Maremacht to glory und ve shall burn Stalliongrad to ze ground.”
“And Stallion himself?”
“Vell, zat's not so simple Princess. You see, I have two choices.”
“And those are...?”
“Should I mount his head above my fireplace or on ze front of my tank.”
* * *
Far East of Canterlot, where the weather was cold and wet half the time, past a plethora of villages, sat the magnificent industrial city that was Stalliongrad. The skyline was lined with smokestacks, which filled the sky with massive black clouds of exhaust. Sparks shot from the tips of some stacks, lighting the night sky with a fiery glow that was visible for a few miles. In the center of the city sat a massive triangle shaped building, a large courtyard in the center of the walls. At the front of the building, what would normally be considered the bottom of the triangle, was a massive parade ground line with statues and fountains.
From his living quarters atop the front corridor overlooking the parade ground, a brick red earth pony looked out into the rainy night. He was sitting in a high backed leather chair that matched the color of his fur, but was a shade lighter. Josef Stallion let out a long, drawn out sigh as he watched the rain hit the windows of his study. It had been some time since he had had a chance to relax and enjoy the simple things. A knock at the cherry wood doors brought him back to reality. He'd have to relax some other time. Duty called, or knocked in this case.
“Da, who is it?” Stallion called, turning his chair around to his desk. He leaned forward on the oak wood piece of office furniture, folding his forelegs over one another atop it. A red-orange earth pony wearing a light brown uniform tunic entered, saluting as he entered.
“Corporal Trelenko, sir,” the soldier answered, removing the garrison cap atop his head. “From intelligence.”
“What is it, corporal?”
“I have information regarding the outcome of Operation: Setting Sun, Comrade Marshal.”
“Don't just stand there then, boy, bring it here!”
Trelenko pulled a manila folder from the messenger's pouch that hung from his side, setting it on the desk in front of Stallion, who immediately tore into it. The corporal, who knew of the contents, stood at attention, waiting for the storm that was coming. Stallion's face went from that of excitement, to one of confusion and shock, and finally to that of anger.
“Incompetent fools!” He bellowed, throwing the file and it's papers across the room. “Months of planning and infiltration, gone in a single night! All we did was kill some of their soldiers and their idiotic Propaganda Minister... We've gained nothing...”
“Actually, sir, the report indicates we captured invasion plans...” Corporal Trelenko nervously glanced to the head of the Socialist Earth Pony Workers' Union. “We could have our defenses readied in the areas of their main thrusts.”
“No, no... They must know that we have copies of the plans. They will be changing the plans accordingly...” Stallion stood behind the desk for a moment, racking his mind for answers. He finally pulled a pen and parchment from his desk. Using his mouth to write, he began to quickly scribble down a note that took up half the page. Once he was satisfied with his work, the colt placed the parchment inside of an envelope, which he then sealed with candle wax. With a small thud, Josef drove the state seal into the wax. A small hammer and horseshoe now sealed the envelope.
“Take this to Grand Marshal Steel Hoof in the Military Wing. Only he is to see it.”
“Yes, sir!” Sliding the envelope into his satchel, the runner saluted quickly before galloping from the office. Stallion shook his head, turning back to the window behind his desk.
“They will regret ever stepping foot on Stallionist soil,” he murmured. Outside, lighting cracked and thunder roared. The gears of war were now in motion, and not a thing could stop them from turning.
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Alternate Universe
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Journal of a Soldier
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The side story of Jabbing Point.
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<p>Sergeant David "Shadow" Greys has left Sergeant John "Magnet" Andrews a parting gift when he passed.<br /><br />Magnet is finding out what the gift really is when he is sent on a mission.<br /><br /><a href="http://essman009.deviantart.com/art/Journal-of-a-Soldier-Title-Picture-267917597">This is the title picture.</a></p>
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(Hoi goiz!
Sorry, there has been a huge DERP between this story and the mane one. and it was beginning to annoy me... I just have to fix it up and re-release it right away! Also I will extend this part of the story.)
Introductory
These journals are the property of:
John Andrews
The journals were somewhat ruined, they looked as though they have been through a lot in the years. Most of the journals could not be deciphered, and even more so of the pages within the journals. Most were torn out, covered in mud or just plain illegible.
However, that which has been deciphered are as follows:
March 2019
Entry 24: A new line of business
So I've just gotten used to using this thing... Not that it's hard or anything, just I can't be bothered writing these entries. So, the reason I'm writing in this right now is that I've decided that being employed at my father's music store is not for me, more for my brother... Anyway, I need more action in my life and being a guitarist is not for me, the bloody strings keep cutting into my fingers... So I shit you not when I say "Bloody" strings...
So this... "New line of business", as I keep referring to myself as, is that I have decided to join the Australian Defense Force! I know right? TERRIFIC news... Sure John! Throw your life away just like that! Yeah well, I would have to actually HAVE a life before I could throw it away. So with that rant out of the way, I might as well wrap this up. Cause I kinda have to wrap it in the box so that I can take it with me.
This is SO exciting!
[end entry]
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DJ P0N-3,Rainbow Dash,Spike,Twilight Sparkle,Comedy,Random,Romance,Slice of Life,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
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Music To My Ears
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Vinyl embarks on an epic quest to show Twilight just how great music can be.
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<p>When Vinly notices Twilights less than appreciative view of her music, she embarks on a quest to change her opinion. Along the way, dreams will be fufilled, Alliances will be broken, and Love will be found. Or not. Shinanigans and differing opinions lead Vinyl and Twilight to some odd situations. Will probobly be funny at some point. Will Vinyl be able to get Twilight into the music scene? Gosh I hope so!</p><br/><br/><p>My first story, but you don't need to know that. Possible Shipping later on, current 'refrece' but no 'action'.<br/>Any story ideas or sugguestion will happily be taken in the comments section! Have you ever tried these knew curly-que french fries? I mean, their crazy! Its like a french fry but all curled up in a crazy que! Its crazy!</p>
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Twilight was completely out of her element. Having been raised in Canterlot, her idea of a party was much different than the Ponyville version. Although she of course enjoyed a good ‘Pinkie Pie Party’ from time to time (‘time to time’ being every hour on the hour to Pinkie), even those never really tickled her fancy. She managed to enjoy them because she was in the company of her friends, whom she loved dearly, but even then it was only just. She preferred quiet as opposed to loud. She was comfortable with a few close friends and few good books to occupy her evenings. She was never the most outgoing pony, although she liked to think she had come out her shell some with her time in Ponyville. And she had, no longer being quite so introverted and friendless. She had a close group of friends who respected her for who she was. And what she was, was a quiet, bookish pony that preferred calm evenings reading to social gatherings. So what she was doing in an obnoxiously loud club, surrounded by inebriated ponies, ears being assaulted at all times by what she could only assume was music, was beyond her comprehension. Well, not entirely.
It had all started out not so innocently enough earlier that morning with her friend asking her out of her library home for a fun evening out about town. It was a gloriously sunny day, as were most in Ponyville, but Twilight had opted to stay inside and do what she loved most: read (and of course, take notes). Rainbow Dash had excitedly crashed through the library doors and announced to Twilight that she would personally escort her to the coolest, raddest, most happening place in Ponyville.
“It’s the coolest, raddest, most happenin’ place in Ponyville!” Dash had explained to Twilight. “Think of it as the coolest place you can think of, and then add twenty percent. And you’ll never guess who they booked to DJ! The one and only Vinyl Scratch! Did you know she actually MET the wonderbolts at one of her concerts? She invited them on stage for drinks! That’s so awesome!” Rainbow squealed, as was characteristic of her whenever the wonderbolts were mentioned.
Twilight sighed, putting down the quill she was levitating above a piece of parchment on her writing desk. She turned to face the cyan colored mare. “Rainbow, I appreciate the offer. Really I do, but I’m just not into that whole scene.” Twilight responded to the over excited pony. The last thing she wanted to do was offend her pegasus friend, but the second to last thing she wanted to do was go to the club. “And besides: I’m not sure I how much fun I would have at a place called ‘Club Techno Chocolate’ anyhow.” She giggled at the (she hoped intentionally) humorous name. Her feathered friend simply rolled her eyes and continued pressing.
“Oh, come ON, Twilight! How many clubs have you actually BEEN to?” Twilight brought a hoof to her chin and thought. The hotspots up in Canterlot were much more stuffy and sophisticated than the wilder clubs of Ponyville, and even those she had shied away from. Even so, she had read up on the subject, and found the whole scenario unappealing. The flashing lights were bound to give somepony a seizure, the loud music was just asking for an eardrum to be blown out, and not to mention the alcohol. Twilight was never a heavy drinker, stomaching only a small glass or two of wine. ‘Club Techno Chocolate’ was sure to be laden with heavy drinkers and alcoholics. Noticing the long time it was taking for her friend to think this through, Rainbow answered her own question. “EXACTLY. It’s no wonder you’re so boring, if you haven’t even been to a good club yet! Think of it as a…” Dash quickly looked around the library, and noticing all the books, was struck with genius. “… An experiment! Yeah, yeah, it’ll be just like and experiment! You show up, take a couple of notes, have a few drinks, mingle some, and hey! You could even make it into one of your, um, whatd’ya-call-it… ‘Friendship Diary’ thingies.”
“Friendship reports?”
“Yeah, whatever.”
Twilight sighed yet again, at thought of how silly she would look in the club, taking notes while everypony else was dancing and having fun. Still, she had to hand it to Dash; the idea of making this into a letter for Princess Celestia fascinated her. Twilight doubted the Princess had ever stepped hoof into a club like the one Rainbow mentioned. She knew that the Princess always enjoyed hearing of her many adventures. This could be something new, however. Something the Princess wouldn’t expect her to do… and it would make a fantastic letter. She had to admit, sometimes her letters tended to get a mite repetitive. Twilight furrowed her brow and began to wonder if one night out on the town would kill her. Still, she was more than apprehensive.
“Why can’t you ask one of the others? I’m sure Pinkie Pie or somepony would love to go.” Inquired Twilight, curious as to why the mare asked her, of all ponies.
“Eh, Rarity’s too posh for this kinda club, and Applejack says she needs to rest for work tomorrow. Bunch of hooey, if ya ask me.” She said, rolling her eyes. “Fluttershy’s… well, she’s Fluttershy. And as for Pinkie…” She rolled her fore hoof in circles, indicating what they both already knew: One could only handle so much Pinkie Pie.
She gave a look of uncertainty at the floor. She thought of her letters, and it hit her again how utterly boring most of them must seem to the princess. She didn’t like the idea of it, but she had to admit… it would be an experience. She then turned to face Rainbow Dash. “Okay, Rainbow. I guess I could could tag along. When are we going?” Her voice was laced with uncertainty.
“GAH, see! You’re always like that, you- “Rainbow flew up in the air and flung her fore hooves out exhaustedly, before registering her companions words correctly. “Wait, you’ll go?” a curt nod from the purple unicorn gave Dash her answer. “Ha-ha, yes! I promise you won’t regret it! I’ll swing by around eight and we’ll head over.” She made a small gesture with her head, and quickly blasted out of the library doors before Twilight had a chance to reconsider agreeing.
“I guess I better inform Spike…”
The night air was warm as Twilight and Rainbow made their way towards the more seedy part of Ponyville. Twilight rarely ventured down these roads, not that they were particularly frightening. In fact, at a glance they looked just like the rest of Ponyville; cobble walkways, distinct building style, colorfully painted houses, you name it. However, underneath the surface of this area was where most of the sketchier characters were known to frequent. The thought that those ruffians might be near made Twilight nervous, and glad to have a brave pony like Rainbow Dash with her. They approached a large rectangular building with a neon sign spelling out ‘Club Techno Chocolate’ above the double doors.
There was a small line, mostly full of stallions, awaiting entrance into the club. Upon seeing the two mares making towards the back of the line, the hefty bouncer stallion on duty gave a whistle and said “Whoa, now. What kind of a gentlecolt would I be if I made you two beauties wait in line?” He undid the velvet gate-chain and motioned for them to enter, giving them each a sly wink and unsettling smile. Twilight was uncomfortable, first with the disconcerting glances and remarks of the bouncer, and second with the angry calls and glares from those still waiting in line. It certainly didn’t help her premature fear of the club, if this was how things worked. Seeing Rainbow Dash walk in confidently, Twilight decided begrudgingly to follow her lead.
The first thing Twilight found noticeable about Club Techno Chocolate was the smell. A combination of alcohol and perspiration and… oddly enough, strawberries, mixed together to form a not entirely unpleasant musky aroma. The second thing she noticed was the sound. It was music, this much she could tell. But it didn’t seem to follow any real form or pattern like the music she had heard other bands play. After a few minutes listen, it was clear there was a pattern; it was just overlapped with what sounded like scratches and mixes and noises at seemingly random times. The music wasn’t horrible, just… nowhere near what Twilight was used to. Not that she was a musically learned pony, but as with most things, she had read a bit on the subject. And this certainly wasn’t in the books. Looking around, the light show was noticed by Twilight, and she found that trying to discern any pattern to it quickly gave her a massive headache. Off in the far corner, she saw a small bar where a few ponies could be seen laughing and drinking with their friends. She saw too, that Rainbow Dash had gone off with another group of fillies, and was laughing and sharing a drink with one of them. Her fore hoof was draped around the other’s dark green colored neck, and their muzzles were extremely close. In fact, they seemed to be one of the few filly groups in the club. It was mostly stallions (a fact which made Twilight a bit self-conscious) who had brought mare-friends, or were looking for knew ones.
Twilight raised an eyebrow and then sighed. Typical Rainbow Dash: Invite you somewhere, and then ditch you for a pretty mare. ’Element of Loyalty, huh? Twilight thought. She began approaching her friend, but upon being noticed, the rainbow mare flew up to Twilight and pushed her back lightly. “Look, Twilight, why don’cha hang out at the bar or something? I’m kinda busy…” She scratched the back of her neck and blushed lightly.
“But… you invite me here and then ditch me for… who is that, again?” She motioned with her hoof.
“I dunno… I’ll have to ask her at some point. Look, I got a chance here, don’t blow this for me, Sparkle!” She looked pleadingly into her friends eyes, with a look that said ‘forgive-me-I’m-an-idiot”. Twilight rolled her eyes and gave in.
“Fine. It’s just… what am I supposed to do here?” She watched her friend dash (pun intended) quickly back to her mare conquest, barely hearing her call above the blast of the music.
“Just have fun!”
At that Twilight made a ‘pssh’ sound. That was easy coming from Rainbow Dash; notorious for being one of the most laid back, fun ponies in Equestria. Well, maybe not Equestria. And maybe she wasn’t notorious. But still she was in a better disposition than Twilight. Hanging her head and mulling over how out of place she felt, she walked over towards the lighted dance floor. She didn’t dare step hoof on it, of course, but watching the other ponies dance was amusing, for a time. Still, she couldn’t shake the feeling that this scene wasn’t for her and that she must stick out like a sore thumb. It felt as though all eyes were on her, as though somepony was watching her awkwardness, disapproving of her very being in the club. She had, in fact, noticed a few glances from a few stallions who had a few too many. Not one to normally turn heads (that was Rarity’s job, after all) she meekly blushed and went in a different direction and feeling more like Fluttershy than she ever thought possible. She frowned as the music loudened enough to hurt her ears and decided to get a drink from the bar. She stood for a while, half listening to the music, watching the drunken ponies dance, but didn’t really enjoy herself. She felt like a ghost, an observer. It wasn’t that the music was all that terrible, or the ponies were unkind; she just wasn’t used to so much stimulation. In fact, the light show nearly made her drowsy. In the back of her mind, she was simply letting her irrationality get in the way of what could be an enjoyable evening, but she didn’t feel apt to admit it.
As the night wore on, Rainbow Dash noticed the lack of fun Twilight was having. Twilight had only seen her brightly colored mane a few times in the crowd the entire night, and noticed her now approaching swiftly. She cantered over, nearly tripping herself. Clearly she had had a few too many drinks, and wasn’t really feeling up to snuff.
“HEY, Twilight. Wassat face ya got on? ‘s not a happy face, an’ this a happy place.” Her eyelids rose and fell randomly, and her pupils nearly went full Ditzy “’s’not how yer ‘sposed ta’ be at a club, Y’know.” She let out an unappealing belch.
“It’s just… I don’t know, I’m not used to all this. I’m a little uncomfortable…” She admitted sheepishly. “Say, what happened to that mare you were with?” She raised her voice to be heard above the din of the club.
“Ha, we was justabout to hit it, hit it off at her place…” She looked at the ground, a dumb grin playing on her drunken face. “NOW, now you don’ do nuthin’ stupid, ya here me? Lotsa’ bad stallions ‘round here, willing ta… ta take advanteg’ of a pre’y thing like you.” She gave her a look of sincerity. Well, as sincere as a drunken marshmallow Pegasus pony can seem.
Twilight couldn’t help but giggle at her inebriated friends concern. “Don’t worry, I’ll be careful.” Dash shot her one last disgruntled look, and was on her way, marefriend in tow.
Twilight turned her gaze, upon hearing a sharp contrast to the usual techno being played, to the mare at the turntables. She had hardly paid any attention to the music playing at the time, but noticed the lights steadily rising. She saw the multi colored mane of the unicorn DJ flail wildly as the bass kicked up, and the whole club was blown away with sound. If she didn’t know any better, she could have sworn she felt the DJ glanced at her, but she saw the mare was intently focused on her equipment. Twilight found she somewhat enjoyed the music, bobbing her head slightly to it and almost grooving a bit. Despite enjoying the song and a small but growing appreciation for the style, her mood was no less sullen and she felt no less out of place. Everyone seemed to be going wild for the music, dancing and cheering, while she merely listened an appreciated it. Any on looker would swear she absolutely hated the music, if they even noticed her at all in this sea of ponies. She made her way to the bar, and by the time she reached it the song had ended and the lights returned to their normal state. ‘I guess the shows over…’ It had taken her longer than she expected to reach the bar, wadding through a sea of crazy party ponies. She exhaled with mixed relief and resolution as she finally reached her destination and plopped down on a barstool.
Twilight requested her drink, a glass of the lightest alcohol available and watched the brown coated barcolt go to work. After a moment, he hoofed her the yellow colored beverage, and informed her that despite being the clubs lightest at hand, it was still a ‘bit of a kicker’. She thanked him before taking a sip, thinking little of it. She only planned on having one or two before making her way back home, anyhow. She turned around and noticed the club, which had been nearly packed, had since nearly vacated. A glance at the wall clock by the bar told her it was twelve a.m. Had she really been here that long? She took another small sip of her drink, and wasn’t entirely displeased with it. She heard the tough voice of a mare call next to her. “Yo! Barcolt! Hit me with a regular!” The barcolt turned around, looked at the mare as if she were Princess Celestia herself, and quickly got her whatever it was the ‘regular’ was. Twilight turned and noticed with surprise that the mare next to her was in fact the DJ mare, still sweating from her performance. She looked at her for a moment, until Vinyl noticed her out of the corner of her eyes. She looked at her with surprise, and then began to laugh, a sort of slow, drawn out laugh that said ‘I can’t believe the irony of this’. Twilight frowned and wondered what was so funny.
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Vinyl Scratch stared at herself for a good five minutes. Her piercing red eyes were happy to stare back. She had just finished giving herself once-over, and was all too pleased with her appearance. She looked at her blue mane, perfectly messy and wild, ready for what was to come. Her eyes went down to her perfect figure, white coat crystal clean, a beautiful contrast to her black musical note cutie mark. ‘Oh, yeah.’ She smiled smugly at herself. ‘I’m hot.’ She forcefully pulled her gaze away from the beautiful mare in the mirror to her messy surroundings. Cans of alcohol littered the ground, enough to make up a pile in the corner almost up to her head (and that was before she added a few of her own) and the green wallpaper was peeling all around. Besides the pile of cans and the wallpaper, the room was bare save an olive colored couch and a small coffee table. And of course (Vinyl’s favorite), the mirror.
Not that she at all minded the mess; she was used to these kinds of surroundings. In fact, she preferred them to the usual ‘high society of Ponyville’, as she referred to it. The fact that Vinyl considered Ponyville high society spoke volumes about her social views. She had always hated things that were too fancy, too expensive for her to have growing up. She wasn’t exactly the wealthiest filly, growing up in the city of Manehatten. By the time she discovered her passion for music, she had been conditioned to think high class meant three things. And those things were boring, bland and dull. Next to music, that was the second most passionate belief she held. ‘Ah, music.’ Vinyl thought to herself. ‘The reason for my being. The mirth of my soul. The… oh hay, I’m no poet. Music just rocks!’ Vinyl thought about her favorite type of music: the kind she made. Not that there was much competition, but Vinyl was by far the most popular DJ in Ponyville (something she would never tire of flaunting) or even in Equestria.
Of course, Vinyl had experienced much criticism from the very same type of ponies she hated: the rich ones. They claimed her music ‘tasteless’, ‘ugly’, or even worse, ‘meaningless.’ ‘What more of a reason do you need, other than to dance!?’ Vinyl had often thought back angrily. She hated, hated, hated criticism more than anypony ever knew. They called her music, which she poured days and days of blood, sweat, and reverb into, garbage while never even touching an instrument themselves. It made her blood boil just to think about it. She could stand people not liking her music; but having the audacity to tell it to her face was… ‘Stop! Stop right there, you sexy beast, you!’ Vinyl broke her train of thought forcefully, and willed herself back to confidence-boosting narcissism. She refused to let herself be put into a down mood, especially not now.
She turned to the mirror looked at her red eyes intently. “Listen, ya sad sap. Who cares what those hoity-toity tasteless mules think, huh? Let ‘em say what they want!” She stomped her hoof for effect. “Yeah! Ponies love your music, they love you. And what’s not to love? You make kick-flank music, you’re hot, you know how to party, you’re hot! YOU.” She stepped closer to the small stand up mirror. “You ARE techno. You ARE amazing. You ARE-“
“On in fifty seconds.” Spoke the voice of a brown stallion holding a clipboard and wearing a headset. Vinyl looked at him briefly before he turned away. She turned to the small table and picked up her faithful goggles, haphazardly slinging them across her neck. She walked slowly towards the now open door, excitement welling within her. She strapped her goggles over her eyes, and stepped out smiling.
The bass was pumping. The lights were flaring. Sound reverberated off the walls. And Vinyl Scratch was in her element. The lights flashed, flickered, faded and flew, matching the ever changing tempo of her songs. She bobbed her head to the music, her eyes hidden by her signature goggles, scanning the crowd of dancing ponies in front of her. When somepony went to a Vinyl concert, they knew to expect more than just sound. Her concerts were experiences, a barrage against the senses. The music was louder than it should be, and that’s the way she and her fans liked it. When Vinyl dropped the bass, the whole club went mad, dancing wildly to the dub-trot beats. In short, her shows were a lot like getting stoned beyond belief, but considerably more legal. Her job was all about crowd control; making sure to mix the songs correctly to match the mood of the audience, edit and tweak them at will and on the spot. The light shows, usually handled by her magic, were just as important as the actual music, and making sure to match each beat to the lights always proved challenging. Of course, she couldn’t handle it, handle it lovingly. It was when she was performing, bobbing her head and listening to her adoring fans beg for more while the lights changed and music assaulted the world around her that the white mare was most comfortable.
The exact opposite could be said of Twilight Sparkle, resident bookwork and shut-in of Ponyville. When Vinyl played a gig, she constantly scanned the audience and made note mentally of how much the crowds were enjoying it. This time, however, her eyes kept falling back to the same purple mare with the starry cutie mark. Vinyl had never seen Twilight at one of her shows, that was certain. And now it seemed she knew why. The pony was visibly frazzled, clearly having a less than stellar time. Whenever Vinyl noticed one pony not enjoying herself, she made sure to take it up a step. If they weren’t dancing, she wasn’t performing well enough. It always worked; an increase of beat, intensifying the lights, or if she was feeling daring, spotlighting the pony to watch them dance or flake under pressure. Not tonight, however. She had tried to get to the pony, dropping her hardest hits SPECIFICLY for her, and as each attempt failed she grew angrier, gritted her teeth and turned up the volume. Tonight, possibly because of her earlier thoughts on those high class critics, this was unbearable beyond rationality. Here she was, giving it her all, throwing her heart and soul into the open air for the sake of others enjoyment and this mare from Canterlot hadn’t even PRETENDED to be enjoying herself. Vinyl frowned and straightened her goggles. She took personal offence to this pony, this Twilight, who hadn’t even acknowledged Vinyl’s attempts to win her over. “Okay, lil’ miss kill-joy.” The lights dimmed and the music faded. The ponies on the dance floor stopped dancing and cheered loudly; they knew what would be coming next. “Time to kick it up a notch!” A light piano began, quietly at first and steadily advancing in speed and intensity. As the music grew louder and more intense, the lights faded in and slowly filled the club. The piano seemed to have attracted the stubborn mare’s attention, as she turned her head from a disgruntled looking rainbow headed pegasus to look at Vinyl. ‘Perfect’, thought Vinyl. ‘Now to show her the good stuff!’ She looked down at her turn tables, just as the piano reached its peak in volume and the lights fell. Then, the bass dropped.
The lights flickered on and off, rapidly changing in speed and fade out. The power of the subwoofer could be felt throughout the club, attacking and shaking everything from the ponies themselves to the very floorboards. In times like these, Vinyl felt she WAS the music. She shook her head swiftly to match the beat of the song, working up a sweat as she took manual control of the lights, letting her horn ‘magic up’ the turntables for some even crazier effects. This being by far her dirtiest beat yet, Vinyl smiled happily. She was proud of herself as she moved and flicked the knobs on her lighting kit, which was located next to her turn tables. She began to sweat as she forced more and more of her magic on the turntables, struggling to stay focused on the light show with her hooves. As the music increased in tempo, her hooves were expected to match. It wasn’t enough to simply flash the lights on and off; Vinyl needed to know the music like the back of her hoof. Every bass drop, every speed up or slow down needed to be calculated before she even pressed any of the lights. And even then, she needed to take into account the sound of the moment: was it juicy, bass-y, fast, slow…? Vinyl’s hooves were moving faster than ever before, and she had even resorted to kicking her hind legs at the back amps to change their settings, rather than waste time turning around to do it.
The light show was something to behold, and upon exiting the club, many ponies would boldly exclaim it her best show yet. To Vinyl, the club and all the ponies but one melted away. Time stopped and all that existed was Vinyl, her music, and that stubborn Twilight. She began to pant as she worked. No longer was she working the crowd, she was driving at the one pony who dared to give her a challenge. By the time the song ended, she had fogged up her goggles from the workout and the rest of the ponies and the club returned. She lifted the goggles and gazed into the crowd, a smile on her face. She saw them screaming, some still dancing and wanting more. The lights slowly rose back to their original state. She saw that the show was over.
She saw all this, but wasn’t looking for it. No, her eyes were scanning for the purple unicorn yet again. She gazed, but to her dismay couldn’t find Twilight anywhere. She looked down at her hooves and grunted angrily. Yes, she was lucky to have so many fans, all screaming her name, all wanting more. But this had been a rare occurrence; nopony at one her live shows had ever looked so… displeased (at least, none that had been so noticed). And the other critics were all stuck up ‘musical experts’, and never someone she knew of beforehoof, or cared about...’Cared about?’ Vinyl thought, raising her head. Where’d that come from? I don’t even KNOW the filly…just her name. Even if she aint bad lookin’...’ She quickly banished it from her mind, choosing instead to focus on anger. After all, why would a pony go see her, bother spending the money, if she wouldn’t enjoy herself? It was strange, having one pony looking so displeased in a sea of smiling faces. She lived for this, the passion, the heat, the sound, the lights; all of it was her livelihood. Having it tacitly insulted got her angry. She took off her headphones and walked off of the stage, distraught. The show was over, and the ponies had started to leave. After all, the club would be closing soon… Vinyl wondered dimly about when Twilight had decided to leave, and if the bar would be open for much longer. She decided to head over.
As she made her way, through the remnants of the crowd which had dispersed surprisingly quickly, she began to realize the foolishness of letting one bad pony ruin an entire show. She raised her head at the thought, a feeling of assurance passing through her. ‘Yeah!’ She thought to herself. ‘I did a damn good show today, so what if dinky ol’ Twilight disagrees? I busted my flank, and the rest of the club dancing was enough to prove that. Who needs her?’ She thought these things, yes still knew she wouldn’t shake the feeling. She was trying to comfort herself, but instead of raising her confidence all it did was make her angrier and angrier at Twilight. She pledged, then and there, that if she ever saw Twilight again, she would make her LOVE her music. Even if it had to be forced, she would do it. ‘There ya go, Scratchy! Back in your neigh-game. Just gotta find her, force her to appreciate your music, and be on your way! Nothing to it for a mare of your charm.’ Satisfied with her new and scarcely thought out plan, she proceeded to make her way to the bar. A free drink or two just wasn’t something Vinyl could pass up.
She could see the barcolt still there, serving drinks to a few ponies, most of whom were drunk off their rockers. Vinyl pulled up a stool and called out “Yo! Barcolt! Hit me with a regular!” The colt behind the counter, who had a brown coat and yellow mane, quickly nodded and registered who he was serving. As per contract, Vinyl was entitled to free drinks before, after, and during shows. Just one of the many perks of being a DJ, she would often say. She sighed as she received her glass, and before she took a swig, noticed out of the corner of her eye somepony very familiar… and she started laughing.
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A/N: Wow. I spent way to much time trying to think of a title for this. Anywho, I know what you maybe might be could be saying: "Blue, Why come this wasn't funny?" Simple Answer: "I Don't Know!" Im hoping to turn this into somthing vaugly laughable with the next chapter. Any and all sugguestions will be welcomed in the comments. As for Shipping: I want to do it, but i'm awful at dialouge(as you can probobly tell!). I have some jokes planned around the idea, but im not sure about persuing it farther. Anywho, I'll shut up now. thanks for reading!
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Eclipse
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1473
| 1 |
Comedy,Crossover,Dark,Random,Slice of Life,Tragedy
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Fallout: Equestria Vault 1
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The world has ended, ponies still survive, but life will never be the same.
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incomplete
| 3 | 9 |
<p>A different view of the wastes, goes hand and hand with the original. Chase, and anti-social vault writing legend, decides that maybe life on the outside wouldn't be so bad. He convinces a mare named Flare to accompany him in his trek through the Equestrian Wasteland.<br /><br />This is BY FAR my weakest work. Thus why I cancelled [more so put on hiatus] the project. I had great ideas for the series, but I'd much rather the Fallout, universe to stay in the HUMAN world, cultural 1950's<br />But I'll put what I have, this is the only story I wrote down, on paper. so it'll take a while to, copy onto here.<br />plus i have much more interesting projects uploading.</p>
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mature
| null |
2011-10-14T02:33:06+00:00
| 418 |
War, war never changes. That's what everypony's been told, we've also been told that the outside is uninhabitable. Dark, cold, no pony to raise the sun. Raider and slaver ponies run rampant throughout Equestria, raping, killing, and piliging any fucking civilization they goddamn please. No pony got the full story on what truly happened nearly two hundred years ago.
Two hundred years ago, Two hundred fourty-nine to be exact, all of Equestria was engaged in an all-out war that ended all life as we knew it. First Canterlot was bombed, the remnants of the city lie as a warning to anypony else. Radiation spread into nearby Ponyville, killing most, but mutating the rest. Some into hideous zombie ponies, and some into large freakish super ponies. But once the rest of the bombs fell, all was silent, so they all say.
Contrary to what they say, many believe the outside had survived, and there were civilizations thriving whilst we stay secluded. Everypony who believed that were branded outcasts, and sent to rot in the cells near the Overmare's main office of administration. Not all vaults are the same, our vault, Vault 1 was one of the first ever constructed. Though no pony ever thought they'd be used so soon.
The extent of our knowledge of the past is limited, we keep our knowledge only to what we need to survive, minor history points, english and grammer, and medical knowledge. Though there was a test to determine what we did for a living, another one of the Overmare's "brilliant ideas." A device called a PipBuck would be given on the day of our cutie mark party, which would help us do our jobs by combining technology, storage, and unicorn magic. Designed pre-war by some of Equestria's greatest minds, my knowledge of the damn things is just as limited as my family tree, though the magic part was redundant since i'm a fucking unicorn anyways, but that's not the point.
The test was a general exam, ten questions, simple fucking questions at that. I kinda cheated, to get my writing talent as my job, I took all the questions in advance, DO NOT ASK HOW I GOT THEM, and chose all my answers that led to me getting my talent as my job. But only getting comped a minor room until I became more popular. I shared this knowledge with my best friend, Flare, a mare i've known my whole life, and she got her talent as well.
The Overmare's daughter caught what we did, and told her bitch of a mother, getting both me AND Flare a nice quiet confinement to quarters. Fucking Overmare can bite my stalli-- *grumble* But yeah, outside bad, inside good. We were literal caveponies with out limited skills, and that we technically lived in a hole in the ground. But one day I strive to get out, just to spite that stupid bitch in charge, but here's my story. I've got some 'service to the community' to finishes, *grumble*
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The Unknown Twinkie
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1475
| 1 |
Main 6,Princess Celestia,Princess Luna,Spike,Adventure,Dark,Romance,Sad,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
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My Heart Belongs To You
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incomplete
| -1 | -1 |
<p>Celestia is having Luna looking out for Twilight and her friends after receiving some letters, but she wasn't suppose to get involved.</p>
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teen
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2011-10-14T02:44:40+00:00
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2011-10-14T02:44:40+00:00
| 1,595 |
Princess Celestia is sitting on her throne reviewing Twilights letter. It’s been a couple of week’s scene Twilight and her friends had defeated Discord. Twilight has been good at sending letters for Celestia but lately she’s been worried about Twilight and her friend. For the last couple of weeks, the girls have been getting into a lot of dangerous situations. She wants to make sure that Twilight and her friends are being safe but that’s where the problems lie, she can’t just send a guard to keep an eye on them because then it’s like she doesn’t trust them, she can’t go her self because she needs to stay here, and she couldn’t send somepony to watch them because they wouldn’t know what to do. Celestia just sigh and place the letter on the pile right next to her, who can she send without having Twilight and her friends being suspicious. As she grabs the last letter to read the throne room door opened.
“Hey Celestia can you help me?” A pony said.
Celestia looked and the pony to see who it is. It was her sister Luna. Luna is a dark blue pony with light blue mane and tail and she have light turquoise color eyes. Celestia notice that Luna was carrying a scroll underneath her wing.
“Hey Luna, what can I do for you?” Celestia asked.
“Well sis, I have a few things that I read in the library and I couldn’t quite understand them.” Luna said.
“Alright, I’ll help you.” Celestia said. “What are the things you don’t understand?”
“I made a list of things that I don’t understand.” Luna grabs the scroll and unraveled it. The scroll then rolled from where Luna was standing to the throne. “Alright number one: Clocks. How do they keep accurate time? Number two: Trampolines. How can you jump on them without it breaking? Number three: Pictures. How can you take something in real life and capture it? Number four: A camera. How does that take pictures? Number five…” Celestia just sighs and sat patiently until Luna was done; it couldn’t take long could it?
“Number three hundred eighty seven: A Spa. What’s the point of having a spa?”
“Luna.”
“Number three hundred eighty eight: Train tracks. How can a track of metal be useful?”
“Luna.”
“Number three hundred eighty nine: Train. How can a metal thing travel from place to place without stopping from the weight?”
“LUNA!” Celestia yelled.
Luna looked up from the list and looked at her sister.
“What is it Celestia?” Luna asked.
“How much longer is this going to take?” Celestia asked.
“I have about four hundred and fifty eight things left, why?” Luna said.
Four hundred and fifty eight things that is probably stupid to ask. But will she tell her sister ‘Luna the things you are asking are easily understandable if you know where to look.’ no. So she will help her as much as she can.
“Luna let me ask you something.” Celestia asked.
“What is it?” Luna asked.
“Why do you want to all of these things at one time?” Celestia said.
“Because, I’ve been gone for a thousand years and a lot of things changed during that period and I don’t want to get left behind.” Luna answered.
“Oh, I see.” Celestia said.
“So will you help me please?” Luna asked.
Celestia sighed and said. “I would love to help you.” Luna eyes got big “But...”
Luna face dropped and said “But?”
“But I just can’t, I’m very busy and I don’t have time to help you.” Celestia said.
Luna just sat down and pouted. Celestia just sighs as she see’s her sister pouting. Although she looks cute and anyone who see’s her pout would instantly help her, it was one of Luna’s “Special” weapons. But Celestia is immune to it, and she wants to help but how can she help Luna when she’s so busy to even check up on Twilight. That’s it, Twilight. She can send Luna to watch over Twilight and her friends and Twilight and her friends can help Luna and her so called questions. This will work perfectly and that way she won’t be worried about Twilight and her friends, because Luna will be there and stop them from doing something stupid and crazy. Hopefully this will have Twilight write normal letters for once.
“Luna, I have something to tell you.” Celestia said.
Luna said nothing and she turned her back on Celestia.
“Luna you know it’s rude to ignore somepony when they are talking to you.” Celestia said.
Still no answer. Celestia sighed and tries to think of a way to get Luna to stop pouting. But how to get Luna’s attention, when ever Luna pouts it’s hard to get her to listen to anypony. Celestia sat there for a minute and an idea popped into her head.
“Luna if you listen to my idea I’ll give you some ice cream that you like.” Celestia said.
Luna ear twitched and she turned her head slightly and said. “With brownies?”
“Yes with brownies and sprinkles.” Celestia said.
Luna turned around and said “Oh thank you sis thank you. What’s the idea?” Luna asked.
“Well it’s more of a request short really.” Celestia said.
“What is it? Do I still get ice cream?” Luna asked.
“You’ll get ice cream soon enough little sister’s the request is really simple, I want you to keep an eye out on Twilight and her friends.” Celestia said.
“You mean spy on them?” Luna said.
“No-no-no-no” Celestia shook her hoof “Not spying but merely keeping an eye on them, like if they go off to fight a dragon or something, stop them. Just hang out with them.” Celestia said.
“Will I still get the ice cream?” Luna said.
Luna is focus more on ice cream then what her sister is saying but she doesn’t care either way as long as she get’s ice cream, she’s fine with ever she have to do.
“Yes so will you help me?” Celestia said.
Luna nodded her head; still have no idea what she’s supposed to do.
“Great let get you pack and ready to go.” Celestia said as she got up from the throne.
“Can I have ice cream first?” Luna asked.
Celestia just face hooves and said “Alright you can have ice cream first then we pack and send you to Ponyville got it?”
“YES!” Luna yelled and she ran out of the throne room to the kitchen to have ice cream.
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Luna was sitting in the chariot as a guard put her suitcase in with her.
“Why am I going again?” Luna asked.
“Because you agree too do it.” Celestia said.
“I only agree to go just so I can get some ice cream with brownies and sprinkles, during the day instead of waiting until after dinner to get some.” Luna said.
“Well that’s too bad for you because you are still going.” Celestia said.
“But what if Twilight and her friends hate me?” Luna asked.
“Why would they hate you Luna?” Celestia said.
“Well, from the Nightmare Moon thing that I did a year ago.” Luna said.
“Don’t worry Luna; I’m sure that you will have a great time there.” Celestia said.
“You really think so?” Luna asked.
“I know so; besides you’ll stay will Twilight and Spike so there is nothing to worry about and if you have any questions Twilight will help you out.” Celestia said.
“Alright, I’ll give it a try…I guess.” Luna said.
“Great, and don’t forget to keep an eye one Twilight and her friends.” Celestia said.
“I won’t….wait why do I need to keep an eye on Twilight and her friends?” Luna said.
Before Celestia said anything she was interrupted by one of the guards.
“Princess we are ready to go now.” One of the guards said.
“Alright Luna, have a great time.” Celestia said.
“Thanks Cel, uh how long will I stay in Ponyville?” Luna asked.
“Well that depends on your report.” Celestia said.
Report? What report? What does Celestia mean by ‘on your report?’ But before Luna could ask her what she means by it the chariot had taken off with her in it. Luna just looks at Canterlot as it’s getting farther and farther away from her view. Why would Celestia want to send her to Ponyville where Twilight is now living? What reason was their? Maybe it was because of the letters that Celestia has received that cause her to send her to Ponyville, but why her? Was it because of all the questions about the new world that she asked her sister, and she was tired of her asking questions? So she decides to dump her to Twilight so she can answer her questions instead. But if that’s the case then why would she ask her to do reports? What are the reasons for the reports? Maybe the reports are suppose to be on the questions that she have and so Celestia want to make sure that she understands what she is learning. Like a school where young fillies come to learn. School. Luna never liked school as a young filly. Luna clutch her head, she’s giving herself a headache just thinking on and on about things, she needs to relax and enjoy the ride. Luna just sat down and let the wind move through her mane.
Oh how she love’s the feeling, it’s like the wind is taking her pain and stress and all of the bad things right off her and carrying them away, far away from her so she will never again hurt anypony. Luna would stand on her balcony every time she feels stress and would stand there for hours on end. The ride was taking what it seems like forever. Luna just sat there waiting patiently until she see’s a town in the distant. Luna leans forward to see it better. In a couple of minute she was over Ponyville. The town was quite colorful and on the ground were ponies moving through the streets. Was this Ponyville? Luna thought that Ponyville was smaller. Luna then felt the chariot descending downward towards the center of the town. The chariot then touch the ground and came to a stop. Luna looks at where she is and she see’s a sign. Welcome to town square.
“This is a quite lovely.” Luna thought.
“Princess Luna if you would kindly follow us, we will show you where you will be staying.” One of the guards said.
“Alright lead the way.” Luna said.
The guard bowed and then starting to lead Luna to her destination.
Luna is so exited; she couldn’t wait to meet Twilight and her friends again. Luna followed the guard as he led her to Twilight. As they were walking, Luna was looking around at many things that she saw that was interesting. There was a bakery that sells cakes and many different treats that look delicious; there are many shops and stores that were interesting.
“Princess we’re here.”
Luna stops looking around and looked in front of her. There stood a giant tree with windows on it and a sign with a book on it. Luna looks around and saw that this is the only tree that has windows on it. Luna and the Guard walk up to the tree and the Guard knock on the door.
Luna was nerves. What if Twilight wont like it that she’s staying with her. What if she is still mad at her? What if this was all a big mistake? What if Twilight thinks that she’s Nightmare Moon, and put her in the basement? Does Twilight even have a basement? If she does, what would she do to her? Torture her? Torment her? Kill her? She has to get out of here, but before she could move, the door opened.
“Hello?” The voice said.
Luna froze. Her heart was beating fast, right in front of her stood Twilight.
“Can I help you?” Twilight said.
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It was a couple of hours have gone by scene Luna has gone to Ponyville. Celestia was walking to her room to get ready for the night time duty that will start in a couple of hours. So Celestia decides to take a break for awhile before it was time to lower the sun and raise the moon. She walk in her room and sat on her bed. She used her magic and levitates a book to her; she then laid the book in front of her. She then levitated a quill and a bottle of ink, and dipped the quill in the ink. She opened the book to a certain page and she then put a check on the paper.
[X] Get Luna to Ponyville.
Celestia smiled.
‘Everything is going as plan; let’s just hope Luna does her part.” Celestia thought and she closed the book and laid it on the desk.
Celestia laid her head down on the bed and closed her eyes and is taking a nap before her nightly duties begin.
To be continued….
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Aura Burst
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1476
| 1 |
Original Character,Alternate Universe,Adventure,Dark,Sad,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
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The Elements of Eternity
|
Follow the adventures of a young mare as she challenges fate itself in search of her lost memories.
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incomplete
| -1 | -1 |
<p>On a planet far away in both space and time, a mare awakens to find herself alone, out in the rain, in the middle of the night. She has no recollection of who she is, or where she has come from. This story follows her as she goes to the ends of the Earth (and far beyond) in search of her lost memory, as well as a place where she belongs.</p><p>During her journeys, however, this pony who initially knows nothing of the universe may come to realize that it holds more secrets than anyone could have possibly imagined.</p><p>Note: This story isn't entirely OC ponies, but marking them now would be a hardcore spoiler, so I will refrain. Look forward to it, though.</p>
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everyone
|
2012-02-14T00:27:40+00:00
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2012-02-14T00:27:40+00:00
| 798 |
The sound of thunder momentarily disrupted the maddening monotony of rainfall against the cobblestone road. I looked up from beneath my cloak and glanced around. The streets were empty at this hour, and the only signs of life within the darkness were the tiny flames housed within several streetlamps scattered throughout the town. The closest of these, just several yards away from where I was sitting on the ground with my back against the wall, cast a circular yellow aura that seemed to radiate a power that would repel any evil that challenged its boundary.
A sudden burst of icy wind rushed through the town, cutting through my cloak and chilling me to the bone. I pulled my forelegs tighter against my chest in a vain attempt to generate warmth, quietly shivering as I fell to my side. However, my clothes and hair were soaked through, so any notion of heat was quickly lost in the night air. I recoiled deeper into my cloak, hoping to use my breath to warm my body. Another gust of wind hurried by, and the flicker of my streetlamp left with it.
I was all alone in the freezing darkness. I had no clue where I was, nor any recollection of how I had gotten there. I had only just awoken in the pouring rain several moments earlier, though each of those moments seemed to last an eternity. But with my awakening came an unsettling absence of information. As I thought about it, the realization that I did not have a single memory was beginning to set in, bringing along the cold ache of fear deep within the pit of my stomach. These emotions were only amplified with every passing second of amnesia, and I found myself frantically searching throughout my own mind for those seemingly nonexistent memories.
Then, I felt it.
Within the new-found darkness that accompanied the last gust of wind, I could sense a presence. However subtle, the feeling of eyes regarding me from beyond the shadows was unmistakable. An entirely new feeling of coldness swept over me, making the freezing air seem no more than inconsequential. The presence began to move closer, and I instinctively rose to a standing position. Also on instinct, I could feel my wings beginning to spread out in an attempt to intimidate the presence.
The night's shadows began to bend and twist, dancing on the wooden walls of nearby buildings and seemingly mocking the glow of the remaining lampposts. Slowly, and almost imperceptibly, I could see a single tendril of darkness winding its way toward me from across the road. I involuntarily took a step back, raising one hoof in the air as the shadow attempted to touch it. Apparently insulted, the shadow retreated a few feet, then began to rise from the ground, taking on a three-dimensional form that brought to mind the body of a snake. It started at me for a moment, floating noiselessly in the air before me, then lunged in my direction.
I rolled to the right, batting it out of the way with my left hoof. As it made contact, I was overcome by feelings of sadness and regret, nearly dropping to my knees under the weight of negative emotion. I knew, though, that stopping now would be a fatal error. Instead, I turned tail and ran toward a remaining streetlamp, hoping that I could take refuge within the light.
The ground beneath my hooves shook and a deep rumble droned through the town. As I sprinted for the circular glow, I could see tidal waves of black smoke rising up from the ground on either side of me, crashing in on the area where I had just been. The storm seemed to take the side of the darkness, now pouring down rain harder than ever. Lightning cut through the sky directly above, illuminating the entire town for no more than a fraction of a second. As I had previously discerned, the streets were thoroughly deserted. There would be no calling for help.
An explosion of thunder destroyed my hopes of reaching the light as the glass housing of the lamp shattered into thousands of pieces and the light vanished as it was bombarded with wind and rain. I quietly cursed, turning on one hoof and darting to the left to discover that the only other remaining lamp had suffered a similar fate. My only option would be to keep running until I found help, or until the sun came up. Though, for all I knew, neither occurrence would necessarily guarantee refuge from the darkness.
Hanging wide open immediately before me was the gate that led beyond the town wall, the wilds apparently not threatening enough to warrant shutting it at night. Shadows from the sides began to converge by the gate, blocking my path. I could only conclude that they didn't want me passing beyond the threshold that marked the edge of town. This was the only hint I had gotten that my enemy had any sort of weakness, and it gave me strength. I put everything I had into the last stretch before me, ducking through a tiny gap in the black smoke just before it could close off the road entirely. I chanced a look back, hoping that the darkness would give up its pursuit. However, several figures came bursting through the fog after me.
My leg muscles burned as I galloped down the road, begging for rest. I would not be able to keep this up for much longer, so my only hope was to lose them in the forest to the left. I leaped over the fence and into the bushes, dodging low-hanging branches and jumping over any obstacle big enough to pose a threat. I could hear the shadow-ponies brushing against the leaves behind me, but I had already gained a considerable lead, and I hoped that I would soon lose them for good. I would soon learn from experience not to hope for things.
I jumped over another bush, emerging out onto an enormous overhanging rock that would be beautiful in any situation wherein it was something more than a giant dead-end. I looked over the edge and into the endless black abyss. It looked as though the gray ambient light of the night had attempted to fully illuminate the valley below, only to realize its attempts were useless, giving way to complete darkness about halfway down.
I turned to see two of the shadow-ponies emerge from the bushes, followed by a cloaked figure. While I could sense malicious intent from the darkness, the figure in the middle seemed somehow different. He bore an air of familiarity about him, and he had a concerned expression on his face. It was impossible that he was associated with the shadows. In fact, judging by the way he reacted as they slowly walked toward me, I could go as far as to assume that he couldn't even see them.
I took a step back, nearly slipping from the rock with one of my hind hooves. There was nowhere to run. The low rumbling that had been following the darkness slowly rose to a high-pitched whine, drowning out anything else. The concerned pony seemed to shout something, but I could not hear his voice.
Then, it appeared.
The shadow-ponies stopped as a flicker of light appeared in the air before me. Without their reaction, I would have thought I had imagined it. But however faint, it formed into the recognizable shape of a stallion. Warmth radiated from this glowing figure, and I felt at ease for the first time since before I could remember. I felt as though I had been saved. I stared into the area where the stallion's eyes would have been, and he only stood motionless, returning my gaze.
Suddenly, he turned toward the three other ponies and did the last thing I could have possibly expected. I felt the pain of his hind hooves against my chest as he bucked me over the edge of the rock, and I was airborne.
I flailed wildly in a frantic attempt to remove my cloak, which was thoroughly tangled in my wings at this point. Air and water rushed past me, but it all soon became an incomprehensible blur as I sank deeper and deeper into the darkness. The shadow's whine had been replaced by wind screaming in my ears as I fell. My short existence would soon end as suddenly as it had begun. I closed my eyes and waited to impact the solid ground.
The world around me suddenly became quiet, the rushing wind replaced by a deep splash and the sound of bubbles rising to the surface. Realizing that I was still alive, I attempted to pull myself to the surface of the water. However, I could feel that it was useless as I continued to sink further and further into the depths. Soon, my breath escaped me and I began to panic, until finally I opened my mouth and attempted to inhale.
Just before I could take a fatal amount of liquid into my lungs, the world around me seemed to shatter like a glass window, and I found myself blinded by white light and falling once again. I gasped for air while shielding my eyes with my forelegs. Even as I fell, I could not hear the wind in my ears, nor could I feel it rushing past. I opened my eyes, squinting in the light, and immediately saw the sun before me. I was floating in a brilliant blue sky with no conceivable limit in any direction.
I carefully pulled away my cloak and watched as it floated in the air beside me, spreading my wings and shaking the water from my feathers. Though they would be unhelpful at this point, I felt I should stretch them in case they became useful again in the near future, which wasn't entirely unlikely.
The silence was uncomfortable, considering that I had known nothing but noise for as long as I could remember. The warmth of the sun felt alien to me, as though I had never been warm in my life. The feeling of peace brought with it a sense of unrest that refused to allow me to relax. I could not accept this world, no matter how perfect it was. The world seemed to understand this, and acted accordingly. The last thing I saw before being plunged back into darkness was the mark on my flank: a cloud with sun rays bursting outward in all directions.
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Aura Burst
|
1476
| 2 |
Original Character,Alternate Universe,Adventure,Dark,Sad,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
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The Elements of Eternity
|
Follow the adventures of a young mare as she challenges fate itself in search of her lost memories.
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incomplete
| -1 | -1 |
<p>On a planet far away in both space and time, a mare awakens to find herself alone, out in the rain, in the middle of the night. She has no recollection of who she is, or where she has come from. This story follows her as she goes to the ends of the Earth (and far beyond) in search of her lost memory, as well as a place where she belongs.</p><p>During her journeys, however, this pony who initially knows nothing of the universe may come to realize that it holds more secrets than anyone could have possibly imagined.</p><p>Note: This story isn't entirely OC ponies, but marking them now would be a hardcore spoiler, so I will refrain. Look forward to it, though.</p>
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everyone
|
2012-02-14T00:28:09+00:00
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2012-02-14T00:28:09+00:00
| 631 |
Consciousness did not return easily. My eyes refused to open, and my body was seemingly paralyzed with the stiffness of not having moved for a number of hours. An audible groan escaped me as I attempted to reach an upright position. Every muscle ached, and every bone felt bruised. The only respite from this world of discomfort was the warm, soft grass beneath me.
Though my eyelids were heavy, I slowly opened them, only to find myself squinting against the intense glow of the sunlight. The world was little more than a white haze for the first few moments. Despite my previous experiences, I found myself silently wishing for the darkness of night. Or, at the very least, some sort of protective eye-wear.
I moved to stand, shakily lifting myself from the ground as though I had an elephant or other similarly heavy creature strapped to my back. The surrounding area was beginning to reach a bearable level of brightness, but I was too focused on preventing my legs from buckling under my own weight to notice. It didn’t seem as though I had previously been this heavy, but my recollection left a bit to be desired, so I ignored the thought.
“Walk it off...” I said aloud, pacing in a small circle for a few moments. The more I moved about, the more the stiffness subsided. Before long, I found myself jumping up and down and trotting around, vigorously fluttering my wings in the cool breeze and breathing in the fresh air. I closed my eyes and raised my nose to the sky, basking in the sunlight. I felt strong. My body was overflowing with energy. For the first time that I could remember, I felt alive.
My eyes eventually adjusted to the light, and I was finally able to adequately observe my surroundings. My first glance out into the world was completely overwhelming.
I found myself standing in the dead-center of a staggeringly expansive meadow, surrounded on all sides by a variety of deciduous trees. The sky glowed a deep blue with a few billowing clouds scattered throughout, and the sun radiated vivid, golden light out over the world. A slight breeze traveled softly over the landscape, visible only by the waves flowing across the grass field.
The entire scene was far more beautiful than any words could substantially describe, but there was something else that caught my eye. From the grass, rocks, and leaves all the way to the distant mountains on the horizon beyond the treetops, the world was illuminated by an ethereal glow that couldn’t be entirely excused by the rays of sunlight. The more I tried to focus on it, however, the more I was convinced that it was either a trick of the light or of my own imagination. Regardless, I felt as though I could sit back on my haunches and admire the landscape for the rest of eternity.
* * * *
It wasn’t long before I grew bored of sitting around and staring into space with a dumb look on my face. I began to wander and explore, though every venture that led away from that tiny hill in the center of the meadow always led me back there a short time later. Before long, it began to sink in that I was not simply lost; I was very lost. Not only was I severely lacking in directly applicable geographical knowledge, but I had no recollection beyond a particularly harrowing encounter with an unknown force the previous night. At least, I assumed it was the previous night.
I sat down once again and scanned the edges of the meadow for anything unnatural. Unfortunately, there was no indication that anypony had previously encountered this particular meadow, though I had high hopes for the meadow next door.
I gave a dejected sigh, slightly disheartened by my own sarcasm, then raised my head and shook away the negative thoughts. Logic dictated that the forest couldn’t possibly be infinite, considering that I’d already been to at least one village. If I began walking in one direction, I would eventually have to find something, right? I interpreted that thought as less of a hope and more of a challenge, rearing back and then galloping onward. I would leave that small hill in the center of the meadow and never look back.
Suddenly, I came to a stunning realization. I had wings! Finding civilization just got about twenty percent easier, I thought to myself as I spread my wings and got ready to lift off. I already had a good running start, so it was just a matter of launching myself into the air and soaring into the sky. Without hesitation, I jumped with all of my might and began beating my wings against the air around me.
My vision became filled with green and brown textures as I slammed face-first into the ground. I was torn between frustration and embarrassment, despite there being nopony around to witness my failure. Of course I would turn out to be a pegasus pony who couldn’t fly. Aside from the whole accosted-by-darkness-then-falling-off-of-a-cliff-and-somehow-still-being-alive thing, I had been unimpressed by my luck so far.
I jumped to my feet and frustratedly shook the dust from my feathers. Something about the idea of a pegasus pony walking any substantial distance rubbed me the wrong way. It wouldn’t have bothered me as much if I hadn’t had access to a better means of travel. But in this case, the problem was my own inability. I couldn’t just let that one go.
I braced myself in a stance that served no particular purpose and once again unfolded my wings. I raised them as high as I could, bringing them down lightly on either side of me in a brief effort to practice the motion. Then, with as much effort as I could manage, I flapped them powerfully and jumped into the air, rising for only a split second before falling back to the ground.
I had made progress, and somehow I was already exhausted.
* * * *
My perception of the passage of time, which had already been severely distorted to begin with, was nonexistent as I wandered endlessly into the forest. As my mind jumped from one subject to the next, unable to concentrate on any single idea for more than a moment, I found that the slightest details of nature had become increasingly apparent.
I had initially awakened in a simple, sensible place. There had been a ground with some grass on it, as well as some trees. Above that, there was a sky with some clouds in it, though that part seemed more like a two-dimensional backdrop than any legitimately existent feature of the scenery. Around me were hints at wildlife, including the sound of chirping in the distance, or berries that had been eaten off of certain bushes. All in all, I was in a fairly average forest.
But without any memories to become lost in, I found myself constantly on the surface of my own consciousness, absorbing every aspect of my surroundings and weaving them into something surreal. The bright green grass beneath my feet harmonized flawlessly with the darker leaves above, beginning a vivid visual orchestra that the universe's greatest musicians couldn't even dream of. The clouds in the sky provided a deep blue melody to accent the greens, and with the curtains of golden sunlight piercing the canopy and billowing with the leaves in the breeze, the whole forest became a colorful symphony playing along to the metronome of a thousand songbirds.
The dreamlike world, however, was as fragile as a world can be. Just as quickly as I had imagined this reality, I began to pick it apart until nothing was left. Most were subtle, but certain details didn’t make sense to me. Despite that my idea of how the world should be had no recognizable basis due to amnesia, I still found myself recognizing errors all around me.
Lush, beautiful grass appeared to flourish on the forest floor, despite most of the sunlight it would need to grow being blocked by the trees above. The birds were not just plentiful, but it sounded as though there were many more than there should have been. I couldn’t even begin to explain how I might have known how many birds was normal for any given area, but that knowledge as well as a number of other random bits of information was somehow floating in from the void around my fragmented consciousness.
Another error; for someone with amnesia, I sure seemed to know a lot. Not just a lot, but I could feel a vast wealth of information looming just beyond my reach. I couldn’t access this knowledge consciously, however. It needed a trigger to break free, such as the grass and the birds. I glanced about, torn between wanting the world to remain as perfect as possible and wanting to find more irregularities that would drive back the darkness in my mind. Something else distracted me from this conflict, however. Something that doesn’t seem to matter at all most of the time, but seems like the biggest problem in the world when it becomes apparent.
Thirst... All at once, I was severely dehydrated. It was not a problem that became gradually more noticeable with time. I couldn’t think. I didn’t know how to react. I just frantically looked and listened, searching desperately for a water source, which I had yet to encounter. I forced myself forward, pacing myself to prevent the dryness in my mouth from becoming any worse.
My head pounded, and my body felt heavy all over again. The sound of the birds was no longer beautiful music. Rather, it was an incessant noise that served only to worsen my headache and make it difficult to listen for water. What does water even sound like? I thought. I could vividly recall the sound of rain against wood and stone, but the memory of water running through a stream or calmly lapping against an ocean shore eluded me. It was a strange feeling, knowing that I should remember something, but finding myself entirely unable.
Then I heard it: the unmistakable sound of a ferocious river pouring out into the air and slamming against the rocks and water below. A waterfall, and quite a large one at that. I wondered how I could have ever forgotten that sound.
* * * *
The following moments seemed to drag on endlessly. I chased after the sound, every sign indicating that a massive waterfall was just a stone’s throw away. But no matter how far I travelled, the sound never seemed to get any closer. Despite the burning in my throat, I found myself galloping through the forest, ducking beneath low branches and dodging tree trunks. The desire to quench my thirst had overcome rationality, and I would not be able to stop until I had reached my goal. I abandoned caution at this point, diving headfirst through a bush that obstructed my path.
Leaves and sticks rushed through my field of vision, until suddenly they were gone, and I was faced with only the sky. For a fraction of a second, everything became quiet. The sounds of wind in my ears and my hooves against the ground were no more, and the sun had once again managed to blind me, though the effect was slightly less pronounced this time. I continued to flail my legs in a vaguely-running motion before realizing that I no longer felt the ground beneath me. And then the wind noise returned.
Just before panic managed to take shape, logic and realism manifested for a brief moment to criticise my apparent affinity for falling from high places. They almost immediately gave way to fear, however, which accompanied me the rest of the way down. I frantically flapped my wings in vain, momentarily appalled that the action had literally returned no result, whatsoever. I opened my mouth to about to verbally complain about their uselessness, but no words escaped me, for my world yet again changed entirely in that moment.
Hollow sounds echoed from all around me, though I could still hear the waterfall in the distance. It was different now, though. Louder. Almost as though rather than hearing it, I could feel the sound in my entire body. I tried to move, but each movement was met with unexpected resistance. I opened my eyes (which I didn’t remember closing), but my vision was blurred. The sunlight from above was now uneven, shaking back and forth with... The waves.
There was an explosion of sound as I broke through the surface, splashing about and gasping for air. I couldn’t very well observe my surroundings at the moment, but I knew that the waterfall I’d been seeking was right next to me. I could feel the cold mist washing over me, and I could hear the thunderous roar as the falls came crashing into the pool at their base.
My ability to swim returned more readily than my ability to fly, assuming I had it to begin with. By the time I had gone half of the distance to the edge of the pool, panic had subsided and I was easily able to paddle my way there. I finally reached an area where the water was shallow enough to stand in, and the ground sloped the rest of the way to the surface from there. I waded over to dry land and immediately dropped to my side, exhausted. I had ingested enough water that I was no longer thirsty for the moment.
The waterfall was a sight to behold. Shooting out into the air hundreds of feet above, the water had cut a massive hole into the solid stone ground below. The bottom of the hole was brilliantly smooth, rounding out to create a pool that could have easily been mistaken for an artificial one. The side opposite of where I rested was where the pool spilled out over the lowest wall and created a river that continued off into the distance.
Trees reached outward from the top of the falls, and the ones growing all around were easily twice as tall as those I’d seen before. The sun only shone upon the innermost part of the circular pool, as the rest of the sunlight was heavily filtered by the leaves once again. I was beginning to notice a pattern. The darkness created by their shadows could not rightly be referred to as such, however. I had already accepted that wherever I had ended up, the entire area, or possibly even the entire world was illuminated by a soft light from some unknown source, and for that I was grateful. If there was one certainty among all of the confusion and mystery, it was that this was not a realm in which I would encounter the darkness from before.
I sighed deeply. This had been the most physically and mentally taxing day I’d had since before I could remember! I rolled my eyes at the thought, then dragged myself over to the edge of the water for another drink. It was not cold, but it was ridiculously clean. From the edge, even through the disturbance in the surface, I could see all the way to the bottom, which was illuminated by an ever-shifting web that formed beneath the single patch of sunlight on the surface.
As I rolled over onto my back, I could feel my eyes closing. Was this really the best place for a nap? With wet hair, no less? Though I figured that the air was more than warm enough to keep me from catching a cold, I really didn’t care to give it more thought than that. The smooth, stone surface was more comfortable than it had any right to be, and I was more tired than I had ever been, though there wasn’t much to compare to. Either way, this would be the first time I had voluntarily fallen asleep. I’d likely wake up in the middle of the night, but I was already too far gone by the time I considered the possibility. Within moments, the world faded out entirely.
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Aura Burst
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1476
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Original Character,Alternate Universe,Adventure,Dark,Sad,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
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The Elements of Eternity
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Follow the adventures of a young mare as she challenges fate itself in search of her lost memories.
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incomplete
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<p>On a planet far away in both space and time, a mare awakens to find herself alone, out in the rain, in the middle of the night. She has no recollection of who she is, or where she has come from. This story follows her as she goes to the ends of the Earth (and far beyond) in search of her lost memory, as well as a place where she belongs.</p><p>During her journeys, however, this pony who initially knows nothing of the universe may come to realize that it holds more secrets than anyone could have possibly imagined.</p><p>Note: This story isn't entirely OC ponies, but marking them now would be a hardcore spoiler, so I will refrain. Look forward to it, though.</p>
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everyone
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2012-01-18T20:43:12+00:00
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2012-01-18T20:43:12+00:00
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My slumber was not a peaceful one. I found myself plagued by nightmares inconsistent with experience. I explored places I had not seen and confronted ponies I had never met, and yet they all seemed so familiar. I found myself wandering amongst disconnected and distorted scenes of a life that could not possibly have been my own. Every moment was different almost entirely from the next, lacking any recognizable continuity, save for one similar aspect that seemed to remain a constant. Sometimes it was a subtle detail. Sometimes it was an overpowering nightmare. Regardless, though, of the form it embodied, it became apparent that the darkness was a clear theme, no matter what the context.
Clarity and length increased considerably with each passing dream, as though my mind was using a trial-and-error approach to deliver the visions in a format that I could understand, until finally I found myself suddenly dropped into what couldn’t be anything less than reality. An impossibly realistic city was collapsing around me. The air itself shook as fire exploded in every street and buildings shattered. Giants grappled with one another, and magical bolts whizzed by as soldiers on the ground exchanged fire. Winged silhouettes flew through the skies at impossible speeds. The world was in chaos, until everything ended in an instant.
The air flashed white, momentarily blinding me. As my vision returned, I saw the most beautiful, most magnificent, and most terrifying thing that could possibly exist, though at the time, I had no recollection of why I felt this way. A full-spectrum cloud of chromatic smoke and fire rose high into the sky, sending shockwaves in all directions that obliterated any structure that hadn’t already been destroyed by the seemingly indiscriminate combat from before. And then, I was overtaken by the blast.
* * * *
My whole body tensed as I opened my eyes to the blinding light of the sun. In that moment, I could have sworn that it had deliberately adjusted it’s journey across the sky in order to shine into my eyes through the only hole in the canopy large enough to reveal it entirely. I was irritable, still unable to shake off the “achy-all-over” feeling of awakening too quickly from a horrific nightmare. Every muscle was stiff, but not in the same way as they had been before. My first awakening had felt as though I had fallen asleep in an uncomfortable position and remained that way for at least a full night. This felt like my brain wasn’t correctly connected to my nerves.
I awkwardly managed to position myself upright on all four hooves, but I wasn’t sure I’d have the strength to remain standing for any substantial amount of time. Luckily, coordination returned faster than I had expected. I carefully paced about, stretching each leg individually and making sure my body was functioning properly before moving on to focus on other subjects.
Judging by the distance the sun had traveled, I couldn’t have been asleep for more than a few hours. Whereas it had been approximately noon when I first discovered the waterfall, now it appeared to be approaching the early evening. I still had quite a bit of time remaining until nightfall, but it occurred to me that it’d be wise to find some form of shelter sooner, rather than later. I admired the formation of the stone pool for a moment more before deciding to follow the river downstream. Common sense told me that if civilization was anywhere, it would be next to a water source. Doubly so for such a particularly clean water source as this one. At this point, I’d have settled for encountering the village I’d escaped from the previous night (or however much time had passed).
As I progressed, the forest eventually began to thin out, which was a welcome change. Despite the peculiar lack of darkness even below the trees, it was still nice to be able to look up at the sky from time to time. Maybe that was just a subconscious desire that came with being a pegasus. As the thought crossed my mind, I considered attempting flight once more, but then passed it off as something to save for when I wasn’t in a potentially life-threatening situation, despite the predominant calm feeling of the forest. I had to constantly remind myself that I had no food and no shelter.
I stopped, noticing that the flow of water seemed to be gaining momentum. It was time to be cautious for a moment. I didn’t think a third skydive would end as harmlessly as the other two. Even if it did, I didn’t have time for the nap that would follow, based on the established pattern. I carefully traveled along the edge of the river, making certain to check and recheck the blind side of any foliage that I encountered.
I heard the next waterfall long before I actually saw it. My caution seemed to have been in vain, though, as there was an extremely apparent edge where the ground abruptly ended in the distance, visible from at least fifty meters away, though it should be noted that I give no guarantee as to the accuracy of my judgement of distances. It certainly didn’t sneak up on me, though.
I was slightly on-edge (snicker) as I approached. At this height, the distance I could see was simply staggering. Consequently, if there was nothing but more forest as far as the eye could see, things could get problematic. Finally, I reached the edge of the cliff and scanned the landscape.
Directly ahead, which was in the direction of the setting sun (I assumed west. Don’t ask me how I knew that.), a magnificent mountain range spanned the entire view distance from left to right, like a giant barrier against whatever was on the other side. The forest continued across the land below, right up to the edge of the mountains, though it was significantly less dense than it had been so far. To the north, there was another series of mountains, though more varied in size and shape than those to the west. To the south, the forest eventually ended, and rolling plains stretched the rest of the way into the horizon.
I followed the river with my eyes, from the base of the falls below, carefully tracking the snaking path it took to the north, through a massive field, and back into the forest. And then, my heart skipped a beat as I saw the tiniest of clearings by the river’s edge. In the center of the clearing was a wooden structure that, while I couldn’t tell exactly what it was at such a vast distance, was unmistakably a house, or barn, or something similar. Nearby, rooftops that were nearly invisible peaked through the treetops. Oddly enough, nothing even resembling a road connected with this cluster of houses on any side, though I dismissed this as simply meaning that it was not the village where I encountered the darkness, which was a positive sign.
I grinned widely, and began searching a little too enthusiastically for a safe way down the side of the mountain I was on. Looking back, I could see the first cliff I’d fallen from, and it coincidentally seemed to be roughly the same height. I wondered if, going in the other direction, I would have came across another plateau where the entire world seemed to have simply moved up a level, and how many subsequent levels there would be. The area definitely had interesting formations of land, and I couldn’t even begin to fathom how it formed that way, unless the entire world I had so far come to know was nothing more than a staircase for some much larger form of life.
Finally, I settled on a set of “platforms”, where each was a couple of meters’ drop from the one previous, all the way down to the bottom. It was almost too convenient, but I ultimately decided that of the strange things I’d seen so far, this was of lesser interest. Before I once again descended below the treetops, I made a mental note of the exact direction of the village. Following the river all the way north and back again would be tedious and a waste of time, but I didn’t want to get lost again because of an easily avoidable error.
A hop, a skip, and a jump later, I found myself on flat ground once again, listening to the roar of the waterfall and taking comfort in the refreshing mist that resulted. I headed in the direction of the village at a brisk pace, following the river for the time being and making sure to take another quick drink while I still had the opportunity. Before long, I had to bid farewell to the peaceful and familiar sound of the river at my side. In the absence of company, I found myself feeling lonely after growing accustomed to the sound. I could already see that I was going to have to work on avoiding attachment to nonliving things, especially features of the landscape. At least for the moment, I had the excuse that there was nothing else to grow attached to.
Quiet. That’s the only word I have to describe the following hour. It was unnervingly quiet. Occasionally, a bird would chirp or a breeze would whisper past. But for the most part, the lack of ambient noise was enough to drive a pony crazy. I was plagued by a slight ring in my ears that resulted from my brain trying to make sense of the absence of sound. I finally settled for humming tunelessly to myself. I didn’t know any songs, but it was better than silence.
The silence only amplified what was to come. There was a rustling in the bushes. The slight sound of leaves being stepped on by another creature. Previously, I would have thought it was just some small animal going about it’s business. But with the silence came paranoia, and I instantly found myself on guard against the unknown source of the noise.
On guard? Could I defend myself if attacked? Did I have the ability to fight at all? I had no idea. But I stood at attention, wings flared in an instinctive attempt at intimidation and head slightly lowered in some sort of improvised fighting stance, as I searched for whatever I was to encounter. It had come from almost directly ahead, but was now dead still. I could still sense it’s presence, though. It was almost as though I could feel a difference in the air that gave away its location. My locating ability was spot on when it revealed itself from exactly where I had sensed it.
A pony. A stallion, specifically. His hair was sandy brown, and his mane and tail were more of a chocolate color. His eyes matched perfectly, landing about halfway in between the two shades of brown previously mentioned. He was slightly shorter than me, and looked to be a year or so younger. That is, younger than what I assumed to be my age, since that was also in the massive list of mysteries that was continuously increasing without any sign of slowing down.
One thing that bothered me, however, was his lack of a cutie mark. He seemed much too old. I had no idea why this seemed weird to me, nor why I had one to begin with. Maybe I was the odd-one-out. I scrutinized his appearance for slightly longer than I should have, however, as he finally broke the silence between us.
“Hello.” It was a simple word. So simple, in fact, that it caught me completely off guard. I didn’t know how to respond, so I just stared silently back, likely looking outwardly distraught, judging by the expression he reacted with. “I’ve never seen you before.”
Well, that seemed straightforward enough. I could talk, right? Of course. I’d done it before. Don’t be stupid. I’d become such good friends with the river in such a short time, I figured I’d be a social butterfly. “I... I’m not really from around here.”
“Wow. I’ve never met anyone from outside of the village before. Come to think of it, it never really occurred to me that there were other ponies outside of the village. Where are you from?” He didn’t miss a beat. I supposed that parents didn’t teach their children anything regarding talking with strangers when they didn’t expect there to be any strangers. I was taken aback by how easily he was able to converse with me, when I found it so exceedingly difficult.
“I don’t really... Well, I’m not... I don’t...” I struggled to formulate a coherent sentence. I hadn’t counted on being completely unable to carry on a discussion. I should have prepared for meeting new ponies.
“You don’t....?” he urged. He could clearly see that I was having issues, and he was being extraordinarily patient with my nonsensical stuttering.
“Do you have any food?” I blurted out, then recoiled. I could feel myself blushing, but my subconscious was clearly more worried about keeping me from starving than making a good first impression on the locals. “I’m sorry. That was a weird thing to say. It’s been awhile since I’ve talked to anypony.”
“What’s your name?” he asked, smiling slightly. I saw that one coming, though I’d hoped it wouldn’t.
“I don’t... I don’t know, actually. Nor do I know where I’m from.” While I wasn’t very articulate with my words, I managed to get them out into the open. “I’ve actually been wandering in the forest for about a day now.”
The pony frowned, then approached me and sat down on his haunches nearby. I sat down in front of him without thinking about it. “That’s a little odd. What were you doing before you were wandering in the forest?”
“Running from something in another town. Before that, I can’t recall.”
“Hmm... Well, if you’d like to come to our village, maybe the elder knows something about your memory loss. And we can scrounge up something for you to eat while we’re at it, if you’d like.” With that last statement, he winked. I wasn’t sure if it was some form of flirting, or if it was just humorous to him because of the manner in which I’d asked about food. The prospect of eating, though, sealed the deal for me before I even had time to think about it. But I had to ask something, first.
“What’s your name?” I quietly asked. It seemed rude to ask his name without giving him my own, but I had an excuse.
“Morning Dew.” He smiled again. “And don’t worry. If we can’t figure out your name right away, we’ll just have to come up with something good to call you in the meantime.”
I don’t know if it was just the feeling of being around somepony else. Maybe he was just a particularly kind and friendly pony. But I felt comfortable for the first time I could remember. Continued loneliness only brings with it a growing sense of urgency and paranoia. Combine that with severe amnesia, and the effect is compounded. I’ll never be able to adequately explain the relief I felt in that moment, just before the two of us headed off in the direction of his village. If only the feeling could have lasted. Of course I wouldn’t be that fortunate.
“Does your village have a name?”
“Nopony ever uses the name, but it’s officially named Eternal Sky.”
That was a name that would always find it’s way back to me in my adventures, no matter how far I traveled.
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Aura Burst
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1476
| 4 |
Original Character,Alternate Universe,Adventure,Dark,Sad,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
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The Elements of Eternity
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Follow the adventures of a young mare as she challenges fate itself in search of her lost memories.
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incomplete
| -1 | -1 |
<p>On a planet far away in both space and time, a mare awakens to find herself alone, out in the rain, in the middle of the night. She has no recollection of who she is, or where she has come from. This story follows her as she goes to the ends of the Earth (and far beyond) in search of her lost memory, as well as a place where she belongs.</p><p>During her journeys, however, this pony who initially knows nothing of the universe may come to realize that it holds more secrets than anyone could have possibly imagined.</p><p>Note: This story isn't entirely OC ponies, but marking them now would be a hardcore spoiler, so I will refrain. Look forward to it, though.</p>
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everyone
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2012-01-18T20:43:54+00:00
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2012-01-18T20:43:54+00:00
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The sun hovered carelessly above the edge of the horizon as we reached the outskirts of the village, threatening to dip below and blanket the world in shadows. For the moment, however, the setting glowed brilliantly red as dusk approached. I was concerned by the possibility of the world regaining its earlier hostility the instant night had fallen. A shiver arched up my spine as the thought crossed my mind.
Morning Dew and I hadn’t spoken frequently during the journey. I assumed that social interaction, similar to flight, was one of the skills that hadn’t “carried over” through my apparent cognitive reset. At least, that’s what I had assumed was the case. It was entirely possible that I was randomly created by some magical or scientific phenomenon and dropped indiscriminately into the world. Entirely possible, but not particularly probable. I grimaced upon reminding myself that I had a perfectly functional set of wings on my back that I didn’t know how to use.
The forest ended abruptly, suddenly meeting a large section of farmland that I’d somehow missed from my earlier vantage point. A roadway divided the two main fields, which were each then divided into two subsections of equal size. I saw that corn and wheat were the two crops nearest the edge of the forest. The others were unfamiliar to me. On the left side of the road was a short, leafy, green plant that didn’t appear to bear anything edible (at least from what I could see). The one on the right was a plant that looked like a small tree, only in place of leaves and branches were a number of what seemed to be narrow cactus arms. These “trees” bore a dark pink fruit with green leaves growing off in such a way that the fruit appeared to be on fire.
Now, I am not now, nor have I ever been an agriculturalist. Or a botanist. Or... I’m getting sidetracked. The point is, I’m no expert, but all of these plants looked out-of-place to some extent, some more than others. I wanted to ask Dew about this, but try as I might have, my questions always got lost somewhere between uncertainty and shyness. I kept telling them to go left when they got to confidence, but they never listened.
Beyond the anomalous herbs were a series of comparatively average-looking wooden huts, raised slightly off of the ground by supports and accessible by a little wooden staircase in the front of each. Each hut seemed to only consist of one small room, though a dividing curtain of some sort could have remedied that. The rooms created by this method would be uncomfortably small, however, so I didn’t assume that would be the case.
The walls of the huts were what you’d expect: medium-sized pieces of wood tethered together with handmade rope. The rooftops, however, were each crafted from three or four gigantic leaves that couldn’t have possibly come from any tree I’d encountered so far. The leaves were a vivid, glossy green that seemed more appropriate for a tropical climate, rather than the half-deciduous, half-pine forest I thought I was in. Upon realizing how stupid that sounded, I decided that the local climate couldn’t be expected to make sense, and questioning it further would only give me a headache.
A pair of young Earth fillies wrestled enthusiastically in the grass just behind the first hut on the right. One was mint-green with turquoise eyes and a sky-blue mane. The other was pastel-orange with a rose-red mane and eyes the same color. Neither had yet earned a cutie mark. As Dew and I grew closer, both froze and locked their eyes on us (mostly me), following us (me) until we passed their hut. When the hut blocked their view, I could faintly hear two sets of tiny hoofsteps moving up to spectate from behind cover. I gave them a quick glance, which caused them to recoil behind their hut for just a moment.
It was even worse as we went further into the village. Past the cluster of mostly-similar hovels, we found ourselves in what I guessed was the central area, based on the fire pit, sitting area, and the general assortment of ponies inhabiting it. Curiously, all of them were Earth ponies, and not a single one had marked flank. And of course, there was that one other thing...
“Is it just me, or is everypony staring at me?” The question was rhetorical. I didn’t doubt that everypony was staring at me. I lowered my head slightly and moved closer to Morning Dew, as though I somehow expected this stranger to protect me from his co-strangers.
“You’re the first visitor... Well, ever. It’s not surprising that your presence is causing a bit of a commotion.” Dew stated without missing a beat. “Also, there are... The things on your back. That’s not normal at all.”
Oh great. I’m weird. I thought. Also, commotion? I don’t think that’s the right word. They look like they want to rip me apart and dry my flesh to make Pegasus jerky.
The thought made me uneasy. I had intended it as a joke to myself, but my imagination shaped it into something much more terrifying. Of course, the collective glare I was receiving from the townsfolk wasn’t helping.
Dew led me toward the side of town with structures comparable in size to legitimate houses, though they retained the “branches and leaves” style of architecture, maybe if only to match the rest of the village. The larger homes suggested a hierarchy of some sort where ponies of greater political position would receive higher quality lodging. Or maybe some ponies just had better work ethic and spent more time building their homes.
Our destination seemed to be the largest one, adorned with colorful gems, small stone carvings, and painted cloth covering the windows and doorway. Smoke poured from a hole in the roof, and I was suddenly overwhelmed by the smell of... something. If this is the dining hall, I’m not hungry anymore.
Dew asked me to wait for a moment as he peeked through the hanging cloth then went inside. I looked around, noticing for the first time that the populace had formed a semicircle around the front side of the structure, leaving a generous amount of space between myself and the nearest of them. Some looked confused, others almost angry, and a few of the younger ones even looked a bit fearful. I quickly reviewed my mental checklist of things to encounter after awakening in the rain with amnesia: Living darkness? Check. Strange glowing forest? Check. Xenophobic villagers? Check.
I was doing great so far. The only two things left on the list were space aliens and fire-breathing dragons. I mused that if I didn’t waste any time, I could probably finish up by the following afternoon.
As Dew returned, I exhaled for the first time since he’d left, though the relief didn’t last long. Trailing behind him was a hideous... Trailing behind him was an elderly mare with a makeshift crutch fastened to one of her forelegs. Her tail was missing almost entirely, and one of her eyes was missing entirely. The other eye was as matte-gray as her coat, and her frazzled black mane covered her other eye, which I might have thought was also missing had she not approached and looked directly at me.
Everypony stood in silence as their elder appraised me from head to hoof. I stayed as still as a statue, following her with only my eyes. Finally, she turned and retreated a few paces, breathing in deeply then letting out a gruff sigh. I braced myself so that I wouldn’t startle when she first spoke, but I did anyway.
“This is a development, indeed.” Clearly, with a voice like that, she was breathing in too much of whatever that was billowing out of the roof of her hut. She could have sanded the paint off of furniture by reading it a story. I was convinced that if I were to return to the forest, I’d find that there was no bark left on the trees. Too much?
“Is it?” I earnestly asked. I probably should have opted to refrain from saying anything, but the silence was unbearable. The elder turned back to me, flipping the hair out of her face and giving me a one-eyed stare. She regarded me for a moment before continuing.
“Oh, but certainly.” She spoke slowly and deliberately, as if I knew little of the language. Or maybe that was just part of the image. “In such desperate times, we wouldn’t have expected one such as yourself to appear. But this is a great sign, it is.”
“Great as in good?” I grinned, sheepishly. Needless to point out, I was handling the situation poorly.
“Terrible!!” She shouted. Even Dew flinched slightly. I could feel the horrific sound turning my hair white before looking down and remembering that my hair was already white. “If you have come here, it can only mean that the legends passed down by the old Gods are more than just stories.”
That was just what I needed. I had already pieced the story together. I was the central element in some terrible prophecy that would bring destruction to... Something. For some reason. Something like “A lone mare with no past would appear on the horizon and bring with her an unspeakable dark force that would devour the world upon the setting of the sun.”
“Close!” Did I say that out loud? “But I fear the prophecies are much worse than you speak. When the sun touches the horizon on the eleventh day, the beast sealed within the Temple of the Eternal Sky will rise up once more and burn away the landscapes until nothing remains. This can only be prevented if the Sky Goddess reaches the temple and renews the seal before it is too late.”
I thought about that for a moment. On one hoof, it wasn’t the living darkness that was the problem. That could have been good or bad, depending on whether or not the darkness would be a separate problem. And all we had to do was get this Sky Goddess to go fix everything, right? Sounds simple enough.
“That doesn’t sound so bad. Who is the Sky Goddess?” As the question left my lips, I was almost knocked to the ground by the sudden feeling of realization. The villagers just stared at me in silence, though most of their emotions had shifted to a sort of awkwardness and confusion. But all of the details were right there. I was the odd one out. I was the only pony with wings. And somehow, I was the only pony with a cutie mark, which I still just couldn’t figure out. “You know, today just isn’t a good day.”
* * * *
I found myself sitting on a log by the fire pit, slowly finishing off a bowl that had contained some variant of mushroom soup. My appetite had gone away upon finding out that I was some kind of higher power in all of this, but I knew that I had to force myself to eat if I wanted to have any energy for the coming storm. Not only did I have to embark on some sort of quest the following morning, but the sun had gone down by that time, and I was keeping a close watch on the darkest of the shadows. If one of them moved unnaturally, I’d feed it the old mare. That would either satisfy its hunger or kill it.
Dew remained the only pony other than the elder who would speak to me. The rest just went about their business and attempted to ignore me, but not without the occasional passing glare. I grimaced.
“If I’m supposed to be some kind of goddess, why is everypony so rude to me? I don’t think that’s how that works...” I emptied the bowl and put it down beside me. I didn’t look toward Dew as I spoke, but I assumed he knew I was addressing him since, well, you know.
“In their defense, you do represent a lot of horrible things, apparently. It’s a little strange, though. I hadn’t heard anything about any kind of legend like this before now. How come I’m always the one who is left out of the loop?” At that moment, we were both equally whiny, and it felt good to have an ally in this cold and cruel world.
“That’s quite a loop to be left out of. Are you sure you didn’t just forget? It seems kind of important.” I responded, standing to stretch my legs. I hadn’t realized that I’d been sitting in one place for over an hour. I looked around, scanning the area for something unusually unusual, but found nothing of interest. The landscape didn’t appear to be glowing anymore, but it still wasn’t as dark as it should have been under the light of a crescent moon.
“I’m absolutely certain.” he stated, following me as I wandered aimlessly in a random direction. “Careful not to go to far. You might not be able to find your way back.”
I turned and regarded him, conflicted on whether that was a warning or an insult. I certainly hadn’t gotten lost in the forest of my own accord, if that was the implication. I was pretty sure that appearing in a place without any transition leading up to it didn’t count against me in that category. If it did, then the game was rigged and I wanted my money back.
“Whoa, I didn’t mean anything by that. It’s just that once you leave the village, it’s nearly impossible to get back if you don’t know exactly where you’re going. The forest changes depending on which way you go.” Dew backed off a step and held up one hoof.
Wait, what?
“Explain that.” I took a step closer. Dew didn’t realize it, but he was about to confirm my suspicion that this place didn’t make any sense. At all.
“Well... It’s not really... This is just something everypony knows. I’m not sure how to explain it.” With every step I took toward him, he took one back. Suddenly, he stopped. “Wait... I just realized something. You’re able to speak now. Fluently.”
“Hey... I hadn’t noticed, but you’re right!” I was excited for a moment, but it didn’t last. “Wait, don’t change the subject! Even if you have to dumb it down, just try your best.”
Morning Dew was silent for awhile. He looked up into the sky in thought, then walked slowly back to the fire pit and sat down. I followed, feeling relatively content that I would not have to be afraid of my shadow this night. The world simply wasn’t dark enough. I knew in my heart that it would find me again eventually, but for the time being, I was safe.
“Okay, so-” Dew interrupted my internal monologue, causing me to jump slightly. He shrugged, then continued. “Let’s say that you leave the village heading north, walk for an hour or so, then loop around and try to come back in from the south. Are you following me so far?”
“Big circle. Got it.” I wanted to point out that I wasn’t stupid, but I decided to let it go.
“Once you reach the spot where the village should be, it just won’t be there. Logically, it should be, but it just won’t. You can only come back into the village from exactly where you left.” Dew pantomimed every action with his hooves, even though I could pretty clearly figure it out just from his words. Long story short: the world was unstable and needed to be given medication. “But that isn’t the only thing. If you leave to the north, within a half hour, you’ll reach snow and mountains. Ponies have tried to find out what was beyond the mountains before, but none of them ever came back.”
Already, his description of the landscape didn’t match with what I had observed from atop the cliff shortly before meeting him. The mountains could only have been hours upon hours away, and there was no snow in sight, in any direction. The climate was far too warm. If I recalled correctly, there was another mountain range to the west, then plains to the south. Maybe the western mountains were closer than I had thought, but that still didn’t account for the snow.
“Tomorrow, you’ll be leaving to the west. The river leaves the village in that direction and passes through a large valley. At the end of the valley, where the mountains come together, there is the Temple of the Eternal Sky. I wasn’t even sure it existed until earlier. I’d only heard it mentioned in passing. It didn’t seem like anything of interest at the time.”
I’d just have to let that one pass as well. No use in arguing. He’d lived his whole life here, and I’d only lived here about three-quarters of mine.
“To the south, the forest soon turns to jungle, then ends abruptly with a beach about an hour out. From there on, it’s ocean. Just like the mountains, nopony who has ever tried to cross it came back.”
“And that explains where you get the leaves!” I stomped a hoof for emphasis. Dew looked at me, quizzically.
“All of this information, and that’s what was bothering you?”
“Of course not. This whole thing is completely absurd. I saw the village from a cliff in the eastern forest. There isn’t any snow, or valley, or ocean, or anything like that. It’s all just forest, then some plains to the south and mountains everywhere else. What you’re saying makes absolutely no sense.”
“That’s what I’m trying to tell you!” He seemed frustrated. “It’s different, depending on how you leave the village. If you look at it from one of the western mountains, it’s going to look completely different than how you saw it. I’m not claiming that it’s logical. I’m just saying that this is the way things are.”
He had begun to raise his voice at the end. For a moment, I’d thought he was leading up to some sort of elaborate joke, but there was no humor or deceit in his tone. If only because he was the only pony who had chosen to be nice to me, I chose to believe his story. “There’s more, isn’t there?”
“...” He seemed conflicted. There was definitely more, but he wasn’t sure if I should know the rest. “Well, this is where it gets a little strange.”
“I have nothing positive or constructive to say in response to that. Continue.”
“Sometimes, when you come back to the village from outside, it’s... Different.” He seemed to question what he was saying, as though he was unsure. “Like, I can explore the forest for a day, then come back and discover the season to have changed. Once, even, somepony who had disappeared in the mountains had returned, and nopony remembered him ever leaving except for me. Ever since those things began happening, I tried to stay in the village as much as possible. The only reason I found you is because I was having a particularly terrible day and decided I could clear my mind by going for a short walk.”
I hadn’t been expecting that. Although reluctantly, I could comprehend a pocket of space where different vectors of travel returned different results. I even felt as though I may have encountered a similar subject once long ago. But events undoing themselves? Seasons rapidly shifting? That was above my pay grade.
“There’s one more thing, though it’s not quite as interesting as what I’ve already told you.” Once Morning Dew began moving away from the previous subject, he seemed more at ease. I could see how such an experience could be unsettling. “There’s a fenced-off pathway that leads from behind the home of the village elder to the northwest. Nopony knows where it goes, but she’s rather adamant about keeping ponies away from there. I probably shouldn’t be telling you this, but it seemed related.”
As a homeless Pegasus pony afflicted with amnesia awakening alone in a forest, I had had a ridiculous amount of time to think and nothing at all to think about. Now, though, the tables had been turned. I had far too much to think about, and not nearly enough time to work through all of it. In the morning, I’d be leaving on a quest that I didn’t even know I could complete. And given the “dynamic geography” of the area, I wasn’t even sure I’d be able to find my way to any stupid temple at the end of some stupid valley that I still wasn’t sure existed. I sighed heavily, then turned to Dew.
“So am I going to have to sleep on the ground, or do I at least get a pile of hay for the night?”
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Aura Burst
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1476
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Original Character,Alternate Universe,Adventure,Dark,Sad,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
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The Elements of Eternity
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Follow the adventures of a young mare as she challenges fate itself in search of her lost memories.
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incomplete
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<p>On a planet far away in both space and time, a mare awakens to find herself alone, out in the rain, in the middle of the night. She has no recollection of who she is, or where she has come from. This story follows her as she goes to the ends of the Earth (and far beyond) in search of her lost memory, as well as a place where she belongs.</p><p>During her journeys, however, this pony who initially knows nothing of the universe may come to realize that it holds more secrets than anyone could have possibly imagined.</p><p>Note: This story isn't entirely OC ponies, but marking them now would be a hardcore spoiler, so I will refrain. Look forward to it, though.</p>
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everyone
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2012-02-01T21:39:40+00:00
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2012-02-01T21:39:40+00:00
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I wandered endlessly through burning fields beneath skies blackened by the fires of war, unable to distinguish friend from foe among the bodies of the fallen that littered the landscape. In every direction, the horizons faded into a gray fog that only served to- “SKY GODDESS!!”
“Wha-?!” I flailed blindly about, suddenly forced into wakefulness by the nearby shout. There was a momentary lapse in the feeling of gravity as I fell from the impromptu bed on which I had slept. The sleeping arrangement had consisted of a large cloth thrown over a pile of hay atop a wooden crate. It would have been ideal if not for the lack of any preemptive measures against the possibility of a panicked pony hastily plucked from a perilous potential premonition.
My vision cleared to reveal Morning Dew standing on the ceiling before me. I rolled over and brought myself to an upright position, rubbing the sore area on my head with a hoof, then yawned loudly. All the while, Dew was apologizing and explaining that he had had difficulty awakening me. I stood and lazily wandered to the doorway.
The area chosen to serve as my lodging was the storage area behind Dew’s family home. It wasn’t much, but the weather was nice and the bed was soft, so it was sufficient. In terms of quality, it was far better than any of the other places I’d slept thus far.
“I don’t like that name.” I interrupted whatever it was he was saying. Some ponies may have liked the idea of being a higher power. I wasn’t one. Dew was silent for a moment.
“Well, what am I supposed to call you, then?”
“I don’t know. Think of something.” I sat down just outside, enjoying the warmth of the sunlight against my hair. In this beautiful weather, it was hard to imagine there was snow just a half hour’s walk to the north.
“Hmm... How about Sky Crest?” He sounded hopeful, but I grimaced.
“That sounds like the name of a city. Also, lose the word ‘Sky’. I don’t like it.” Even if it was apparently where I’d come from, it bothered me: not even the idea, but the word itself. It was too sharp, or something.
“Um... Spiral... Riser?” He was struggling.
“I get dizzy just thinking about it. Forget it. I’ll just think of something on the way to the temple.”
Morning Dew approached me with a pair of saddlebags and threw them over my back, explaining that they contained a few days’ worth of food and a blanket. It wasn’t the most substantial survival kit, but it would have to suffice. And how far could it possibly be, right? All I had to do was walk to some temple and renew some seal. I’d be able to figure it out.
“I’m going with you, by the way,” Dew stated in passing. I started to respond, but somepony else beat me to it.
“Like hell you are.” The voice was strong and commanding. I quickly looked up to find the source. An older stallion was approaching from the front of the hut, and he bore a striking resemblance to Morning Dew. He gave Dew a stern look before continuing. “It’s far too dangerous for a pony as young as you to be traveling carelessly through the valley.”
“But Father, it’s even more dangerous for someone who isn’t as familiar with the area as I am! What will we do if she gets lost and can’t complete the task?” I had no idea why Dew’s concern for me contrasted so sharply with the rest of the villagers.
“Whether or not she does isn’t our problem. It’s hers.” With that, he turned to leave. He clearly wasn’t in the mood for a debate.
“But it is our problem! If some monster gets released and starts destroying everything, what then?”
“I’ll hear no more of it! Get the outsider off of my property and send her on her way. I expect you back in half an hour to help me with the harvest.” He left without another word. Dew still seemed angry, but he said nothing in response. I wanted to tell him that I’d be okay on my own, but I wasn’t completely sure, myself. I did know, though, that every moment spent in this village was giving me less incentive to try and save it from being destroyed.
We began the short walk to the westernmost outskirts of the village, where a number of villagers, including the elder, were already waiting. The actual edge of the village was marked by a stone archway. Dew followed me through the crowd, but stopped as I reached the marker, frowning slightly. The elder approached at this moment. I braced myself as she began to speak.
“There is nothing to be said here. Make haste, so that this crisis can be avoided without incident.” She might has well have hissed (though I strongly preferred the sound as opposed to her standard speaking voice). Thrown into a foreign world and forced to help a people I had no emotional connection to, I wasn’t sure how I, personally, had earned any malice. I looked toward the gathering, which collectively displayed a venomous expression in dismay at my presence. Finally, I turned and began the first steps on what would most likely turn out to be a ridiculous journey with no real objective.
What was I supposed to do even if I found this “seal”? Unless there was a handy set of step-by-step instructions etched into the wall next to it, I’d just end up looking like a damned idiot. And how was I to know that this wasn’t a fool’s errand? That elder could have made the whole thing up just to get rid of me. The villagers clearly didn’t want me there.
By the time I was no longer able to hear the angry murmurs and spiteful comments of the ponies I’d left behind, I was thoroughly agitated. So much so, in fact, that I had to stop and stomp around for a bit to relieve some of the annoyance. After a few moments of my childish tantrum, I calmed myself and let out a heavy sigh. At the very least, I had them out of my hair for the time being. Though it wouldn’t constitute forgiveness, maybe they’d be slightly more hospitable once I returned with the news that they were safe until another winged amnesiac stumbled upon their hidden paradise in however many years.
The setting looked remarkably similar to the forest on the opposite side of the village. Either I’d gone the wrong way, or the stories Dew had told me weren’t entirely based on facts. I was leaning toward the latter, due mainly to how ridiculous the concept was. A central, inhabited area that had a different climate on every side? It all seemed far too convenient, especially when adding the part about being unable to observe one “area” from within another.
“Horseapples,” I said aloud as I ambled along the beaten path. I closed my eyes and bowed my head as a preface to a dejected sigh, but I was brought to a dead halt by something that caught my attention. It was a small thing that most likely wouldn’t even notice at all. I, however, had discovered over the course of my brief existence that I possessed a keen eye for spotting the technical aspects of the world. Supplemented by my recently developed hobby for doing just that, the soft crunching of an autumn leaf beneath my hoof raised an immediate red flag.
I lifted said hoof and examined the shattered remains of the specimen. It was pretty average, as far as leaves go (orange, kind of crumbly). The source of my bewilderment was simply the context. I’d spent roughly a day and a half in this forest and explored what I hoped was a good portion of it. If the leaves had been any further saturated in green, emeralds would have dripped from the branches.
Lifting my nose to perform a visual sweep of the foliage only confirmed that statement. I could handle a world inconsistent with my expectancy of reality, but I wouldn’t stand for one inconsistent with itself. Some unseen force delivered unnatural amounts of vitality to these lands, allowing grass to grow in the dark and tropical plants to grow on mountains. I was almost certain that I could deliver a strawberry bush to the darkest depths of the deepest cave and it would still make a fine topping for shortcake. Simply put, this dried-out leaf was a sign of an approaching winter where all of these trees would purge themselves of their previous majesty, unable to stand against the chill of the air.
In this world, that could not exist. The ever-shrinking reserve of logic that I cherished dictated that it could not. And yet, it did. I had stepped on it.
A breeze whispered gently in my ear, advising me to turn around. I complied, quickly circling eastward as though my name had been called from somewhere in the distance. And even had I some expectation of what I would see upon turning around, I could never have expected what happened next.
From just beyond the distant bend of the gently curving pathway, I could sense a rapidly advancing force. Flurries of air twisted wildly as they came into view, carrying hundreds of leaves that had become radiant with the warm colors of autumn. The currents spiraled forward and doubled back, looping amongst one another in such a way that they formed a single burst of air that rushed toward me at a startling rate. The leaves of every tree overtaken by the strange force faded to a beautiful assortment of gold, orange, and everything in between. Finally, the gale rushed past me with an explosion of sound.
I raised a foreleg to shield my eyes from debris, barely able to think as I was blasted with air. As quickly as it had approached, however, the wind disappeared into the trees, and I was left standing in silence, exactly where I had been before. Except that this was nothing like where I had been before. The glossy greenery that once ruled the scenery had been replaced by the overpowering gold, brown, orange, and red hues of fall. The cool, flower-scented, mid-morning air of spring had been replaced by the pleasant warmth of a sunny day closely following the end of summer.
“Alright, everypony just calm down!” I shouted, throwing my forehooves into the air and nearly losing my balance. An awkward moment passed as I realized that I was the only one panicking, in addition to being the only one present. My heart pounded in my chest as I observed the area and its newly adopted color scheme.
I spun around several times before freezing in place, then took a few steps back toward the village. At that moment, I fully expected that the season would change back to the way it had been previously, but no such occurrence took place. But that was normal, right? The seasons don’t just suddenly shift from one to the other in a matter of seconds. At least, not twice in a row.
* * * *
The sun was directly overhead when I reached the edge of the forest proper and transitioned into the “valley” portion of my journey, which was unfortunately a much larger portion than the last. The road disappeared just beyond the apparent treeline as it became too friendly with a fifty-or-so meter drop into raging rocks and jagged water.
I would have been amazed by the scenery had I not been temporarily desensitized to amazing things, so I’ll do my best to describe what I saw as I exited what now held a closer resemblance to a tunnel in a mountainside than a pathway leading out of the woods. I briefly considered that roads similar to these were what connected the village with its surrounding areas, and that it was possible (though somewhat unlikely) that the areas were linked to each other in the same manner. It was something I’d be curious to put to the test later on, when I wasn’t on a time limit. That said, the time restraint I currently observed seemed to grow less urgent every time I thought back to it. Despite my apathy, though, I’d follow through with it. At the very least, if it was a legitimate threat, I’d be helping the one pony who was civil toward me. It wasn’t much, but in my predicament, it was all I had.
I emerged from the tunnel to find that it ended in a depression in the eastern wall of the valley, which I would have argued seemed more like a basin. The walls I could see were rounded into the ground in a near-perfect bowl shape with the exception of my area, which instead fell mercilessly onto stone that hadn’t eroded as gracefully beneath the waterfall as that which I’d previously encountered. I briefly wondered if that was part of some environmental defense mechanism designed to dispose of careless wanderers before they could even begin to do any damage. After all, it appeared to be the only way in or out.
Though the opposite wall was just beyond visible distance, I could easily estimate its location based on the curvature of the walls. That would be the approximate location of the temple, if it existed at all. Attempting to judge the distance, though I should have known better, I determined that the trip there would at least take a couple of days. Alternatively, there was an option that would reduce the time from a matter of days to a matter of minutes. I could feel a terrible idea already beginning to form in my head.
I didn’t even bother to spread my wings and take a stance. The passing thought had been far beyond reckless. In fact, anypony who went through with such a thing would be deemed mentally unstable if, by some miracle, they survived it. With a defeated sigh, I began searching for a safe way to the bottom, wondering how much more elevation I could lose before I ran out of “down”. Expecting my answer to reveal itself in the form of a perfectly-aligned series of platforms, I was surprised and somewhat disappointed to realize that not every obstacle I encountered would be as easily conquered as those I’d faced thus far.
In particular, this problem had no simple solution. The walls angled sharply upward on both sides of the cliff edge, which was about thrice as wide as the path itself, and ended as abruptly as the ground. As it appeared, that ledge might have once extended further out until somepony came along and sliced off a chunk with a rather large knife.
“Figures. The one day I leave home without my comically over-sized ladder....” I was at a loss. The only option available was barely an option at all.
I frustratedly paced back and forth by the edge of the cliff. A clever pony in my predicament would have likely cooked up a pretty decent solution with a few minutes of hard thought. An experienced pony under the same circumstances wouldn’t have had the issue with gravity that I had. A smart pony would have given up on the whole ridiculous quest and done something productive instead. I was none of those things. I momentarily considered how helpful it would be to be able to summon up a staircase through sheer force of will.
Finally, though, I had to fall back on the only solution I could come up with. It wasn’t the most efficient solution, by any means. It would take time that was in relatively short supply. I had to ask myself if I really thought that I could accomplish something like this in less than ten days. But there really was no other choice, so I just had to go for it.
It was time for a crash-course in aviation. I hoped the universe wouldn’t take that term literally.
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Aura Burst
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1476
| 6 |
Original Character,Alternate Universe,Adventure,Dark,Sad,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
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The Elements of Eternity
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Follow the adventures of a young mare as she challenges fate itself in search of her lost memories.
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incomplete
| -1 | -1 |
<p>On a planet far away in both space and time, a mare awakens to find herself alone, out in the rain, in the middle of the night. She has no recollection of who she is, or where she has come from. This story follows her as she goes to the ends of the Earth (and far beyond) in search of her lost memory, as well as a place where she belongs.</p><p>During her journeys, however, this pony who initially knows nothing of the universe may come to realize that it holds more secrets than anyone could have possibly imagined.</p><p>Note: This story isn't entirely OC ponies, but marking them now would be a hardcore spoiler, so I will refrain. Look forward to it, though.</p>
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everyone
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2012-02-13T21:14:44+00:00
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2012-02-13T21:14:44+00:00
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Alright, I thought. Let’s do this.
I retreated into the forest and strayed north, taking care not to lose sight of the path. The last thing I needed was to get lost and waste hours, if not days, trying to regain my bearings. Leaves obscured the path almost entirely, but there were enough unique trees and large rocks to identify the area. At least, I hoped there were. For good measure, I used my hoof to rake out a large arrow in the leaves, pointing me in the correct direction. I made sure to leave my bags on the ground nearby as well, so I would not forget where the arrow was.
Finding an almost almost perfectly circular clearing, I positioned myself in the center and flared my wings. I felt light, as though the air itself was in my favor. It seemed to swirl around the clearing, yearning to lift me above the treetops and into the clouds. A new sense of determination washed over me.
The air filled my wings as I brought them down at my sides. I could feel gravity fighting against me. With every beat of my wings, my hooves lifted from the ground for just a second before dropping back down. The feeling was completely foreign to me, like using muscles that hadn’t been used in months. I suppose that’s exactly what I was trying to do. But it was exhausting, and after just ten or twelve flaps of my wings, I found my body screaming for rest.
I panted heavily, my heart racing as fatigue worked its way throughout my body. My legs felt as though I’d just ran a substantial distance, even though I’d barely used them. I dropped to the ground, passively noticing that a circular space had cleared in the leaves below me. Had I ever been able to fly at all? Were my wings just for show? I scratched my head in frustration. Lifting such a heavy body with such tiny wings didn’t even seem plausible.
Shaking the weakness from my feathers, I stood once again and prepared for another round. I hopped into the air with all of my strength, flapping twice each time I left the ground. As time passed, I was able to continue the action for longer periods of time without tiring. Soon though, I realized an observer would probably think I was some kind of large moth having a seizure, so I decided to try a different approach. If nothing else, maybe I’d be able to figure out how to glide. At the very least, it would solve my immediate problem.
Most of the usable tree branches were too high up, so I opted to use a nearby boulder as my point of practice. Of course, that would be less dangerous as well. If I absolutely had to break my neck, it would be best to do it after saving the world.
Just go for it, I told myself. The sooner this is over, the better.
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, leaping from the stone and fanning out my feathers. Air flowed past and gravity seemed to disappear altogether. The winds seemed to swirl around me, giving me the power I needed. I was a goddess of the sky, and I would never again be grounded. I would soar above the treetops and dance among the clouds.
A nosedive into the ground below claimed otherwise. Spitting out a mouthful of leaves, I growled in frustration. One would think I’d eventually learn to land on my hooves if I was already fairly certain I was going to fail. The next attempt was significantly more graceful, if only because I maintained the correct orientation the entire time.
Meanwhile, as I jumped off of a rock over and over again for no observable reason, the sun was doing a good job of creeping across the sky. Nightfall would likely arrive before I made any progress at all, but it wasn’t as though I would be going anywhere, anyway. Although, I was concerned that the night would prove to be colder than I would have previously expected. In a world where the seasons don’t make any sense, it’s best to be cautious about such things. It was time for a break anyway, so I took the opportunity to sneak a peak into my saddlebags.
In addition to some bread and a wool blanket, Dew had given me a smooth, black stone tethered by string to a small bar of metal. I immediately shoved them back into the bag with a slightly exaggerated motion. If events thus far reflected my luck in any way, I could have very easily, though accidentally, burned down the whole forest with such things. That thought briefly sparked unwanted curiosity in wondering whether or not the local environment, strange as it was, would somehow respond to such an event by making it rain or something. Fortunately, I managed to push the thought from my mind before things got ugly.
The ambient sounds of the forest had changed with the shifting of the seasons. While summer had had more birds and less wind, autumn seemed to have slightly fewer birds and just a bit more wind. Additionally, the creatures at home on the forest floor had previously been silent in their travels, but the crunchy leaves that blanketed the ground now made such a thing impossible. As I rested and snacked on small pieces of bread torn from the remainder of the loaf, I occasionally heard the tiny critters dashing between hiding places and scurrying about. Once, I even caught a glimpse of a squirrel darting up into a tree.
My mind wandered. Sky goddesses? Darkness? Hateful villagers? Dynamic geography? Amnesia? It was just one thing after another after another. At the rate things were going, I’d probably be fighting ghosts and protecting the world from spacemares by the end of the week. Or zombie ponies. That would be a nightmare.
“Meow,” squeaked a tiny voice from behind me. I jumped to my hooves and glanced around, seeking the source. I scanned the area, but nothing was immediately apparent. “Meow.”
I lowered my gaze to the ground near my hooves and saw that I had been approached by some sort of puffy, gray woodland creature. It stared up at me, tilting its head slightly to the side. Its whiskers twitched once as it took a step closer. Though it was primarily gray, its tiny paws were white, its ears black, and it’s eyes a deep shade of green.
“Meow?” I was overcome by an unfamiliar emotion. Comparable to happiness, but slightly more giddy. Excited, even. As though seeing this little animal before me inspired an explosion of positive feelings that I couldn’t seem to understand. I carefully reached toward it. The fearless animal sniffed at my hoof, then hopped forward and rubbed its head against my leg. “You... You’re absolutely adorable!!”
Well, I guess I finally made a friend, I thought with a hint of sarcasm. I’d have preferred a friend of a similar species to my own, but I supposed I was in no place to be picky. It could have easily been worse. For example--
I stopped myself. I had horrible luck. The last thing I needed to do was give nature ideas as to how it could harass me. Of course, nature was probably more creative than I. Whatever it decided to throw at me would likely be a lot worse than anything I could come up with. Of course, though, I was already on that train of thought, and it was heading for a very terrible place. A place where I would think something along the lines of “Hey, at least there isn’t some horrible beast nearby that thinks I’m a danger to this little furry thing, which is its child.”
A deep growl came from behind me. It couldn’t have possibly been anything dangerous, though. There wasn’t anything dangerous at all in that forest. Whoops, just did it again.
The monster let out a piercing screech. Given the growl, I would have expected more of a roar, but technical details were hardly in the forefront of my mind. I grabbed my bags in my teeth, slinging them onto my back, (see that? Quick thinking.) and leaped at least four pony-lengths forward, pivoting to face the beast. Yes. “beast” was definitely the proper term.
It had mangy gray fur and glowing eyes. Specifically glowing red. Its horns curved down and then out to the sides, and its fangs extended far below its chin, making me briefly wonder how it could possibly chew anything. Its claws glinted in the sunlight, suggesting they were some sort of metal. Though it wouldn’t be the strangest thing I’d seen, it was still terrifying. And it was also lumbering straight toward me.
Quick! Be quick! You’re much smaller than he is! I told myself. All I had to do was run, and there’d be no way he’d be able to catch me. I slipped on the leaves as I turned to escape, but managed to regain my balance before things got ugly. I dodged trees, jumping over rocks and ducking beneath low branches. There was no way he’d be able to keep up.
Just ahead, a group of trees exploded into splinters and shrapnel and the ground rumbled. I jumped, landing with all four hooves against a large boulder, and pushed hard, springing in the other direction. Of course it would be extremely fast. Otherwise it would have been ridiculous.
Heavy footsteps slammed into the ground behind me as the creature pursued. I had managed to find my way back to the path for the moment. The trees hadn’t been slowing it down at all, anyway. If I could get back to the village, maybe the ponies there would help me, if only for the sake of me saving them from something potentially worse later on. Or maybe the seasons would shift back and it would somehow be erased or something. Regardless, I wouldn’t be able to escape just by running from it. It was just too damned fast.
Suddenly, I found myself wondering if there was some kind of law dictating that any thing that can go wrong will. It wasn’t because of the monster, or the amnesia, or the hateful villagers, or the ridiculous quest, or anything else thus far. It was because, at that moment, I realized that the road was curving the wrong way. Before I could fully comprehend what had happened, I blew past the edge of the cliff and out into the open air.
It was a moment of pure terror. I’d fallen distances before, but this was something entirely different. There was no perfectly rounded pool of water. No darkness leading into a sky dimension leading back into darkness. No conveniently-placed hay cart. There was nothing waiting at the bottom except solid, unforgiving, merciless ground.
But it couldn’t end like that. I didn’t even know my name. I was an empty shell, falling to my demise, barely having existed at all. The world would never have any idea that this nameless pony ever spoke, ever walked, or ever even thought. I couldn’t allow my world to disappear so quickly, ending before it ever properly began. I had wings. What else could anypony possibly ask for in such a predicament?
I rolled in the air, regaining the correct rotational orientation. My wings flared out, digging into the air around me, begging to catch hold. I turned my fall into a dive, hooves first, leveling my feathers with my body and trying to pull up. Happy thoughts. That’s what... somepony said, I guess. Just think happy thoughts, the ground was coming up much faster than I’d have preferred. What happy thoughts?!
I wake up in the middle of nowhere, scared, falling all over the place, chased by all kinds of nonsense, and hated by everypony! What the hell kind of happy thoughts do I have available?! The next pony I see is getting punched RIGHT in the face. I don’t care who it is! The thought saddened me. Who could it possibly be? I was the only one out there. I wasn’t going to find anypony to punch in the face for a long time. Unless Morning Dew came after me...
He seemed like a pretty nice dude. Much nicer than all the rest. Maybe this journey wouldn’t be quite as terrible if I had somepony to share it with. That is, assuming I live through the next ten seconds or so.
My stomach turned as gravity shifted. The wind had caught in my wings, and I was beginning to level out. I hadn’t done anything differently, but somehow it was working now. The ground wasn’t rising as fast, and the wind had become soothing, rather than violent. The world turned as I found myself moving forward. I was flying.
Except that I wasn’t flying. I was gliding. Almost certainly, if I’d attempted to flap my wings, I’d have dropped out of the sky in an instant. All I could do was ride it out and hope I could figure out how to land when I got to the bottom. The danger hadn’t passed yet. I was no longer falling toward solid ground at top speed, but the trees up ahead were approaching faster and faster.
I felt a hoof skim the treetops as I attempted to gain altitude, but I’d lost too much speed. I leaned too far back, breaking the hold my wings had on the air, and tumbled through the canopy. Branches snapped as I fell, clawing at my whole body. Stinging sensations overwhelmed my senses until I felt myself hit the ground. I bounced once, then rolled the rest of the way, coughing in the dust and leaves that filled the air around me. I could feel the warmth of blood against my coat in various places across my body. I ached all over, as though I’d somehow managed to injure everything without actually breaking anything.
Something was growing within my chest. Another emotion I hadn’t experienced before. Anger? Sadness? It felt as though I was about to start crying hysterically. Every nerve screamed at me in pain. But that wasn’t it. It was something different. Something completely unexpected.
A laugh escaped me. I remained still, then found myself laughing even more. Each laugh returned an unpleasant stab of pain in my ribcage. But at that, I laughed even harder. I rolled to my hooves, ignoring every terrible sensation I was experiencing, and just laughed.
“That was awesome!” I shouted at the top of my lungs, my voice echoing in the valley. Maybe it was the excitement of gliding so fast, or maybe it was the relief of being alive. But in that moment, it was nothing short of hilarious. I dropped to my haunches. Adrenaline was still rushing through my veins. I’d cheated Death yet again.”Bastard doesn’t know who he’s dealing with.”
And then I blacked out.
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Author's note: I didn't really like writing this chapter up until the falling part. I just really couldn't figure out how to transition from the forest pathway to the valley, but I knew I wanted to include a fall. That's her thing, I guess. But if it seems a little dry to you guys, I apologize. Within the next chapter or so, this story is really going to pick up.
On another note, funny story. Awhile back, I was mentally working through how I was going to make a Robert Frost joke at some point in the story. It would have involved a fork in the road up in some snowy mountains, and the "road less taken" was going to be frosted over, and I was going to describe it in such a way that it was a pun. But then I realized that there isn't any part of this entire story where the characters go up into snowy mountains. And I'm not going to write an extra however-many chapters for that just for the sake of a dumb joke. But anyway, it seemed like an interesting thing to mention. I'm sure I can come up with plenty of other humorous literary references to make up for it.
Five points to the first person who can find every sentence that I wrote while thinking about Minecraft. There are three or four.
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<p>twilight sparkle wakes up and slowly starts discovering what has happened to both her, and her friends, alongside death. she turns up to be dead, but death has a very interesting proposition for her. if she is able to learn who killed her in less than 24 hours, she will be spared. there is a small catch, however. death must learn something while spending time with her. being that she is smart, its not gonna be hard... right?</p>
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A Day In My Life Without You
Chapter 1: Feelings And Thoughts.
Twilight lay there in the cool grass right in front of foggy bottom bog. The sun shining in her purple hair with streams of pink. She stared at the water for several minutes, pondering things only she would find of importance while she occasionally jotted down some notes on her small notebook with her unicorn magic. But another type of energy rocketed through her body at that moment other than unicorn magic. It seemed to be a strange mix of sadness and anger. Those two emotions kept a steady battle with each other. Those emotions didn’t seem to perturbed her thoughts. In fact, she felt as thought her feelings and what she was writing down went hoof in hoof.
Those minutes stretched into hours as she deeply concentrated at the tadpoles swimming in the water, the ripples they produced seemed almost hypnotizing in a way. The way they wriggled at the sign of any movement looked almost cute in a way.
She slowly started to close her eyes, with each blink making her seemingly more sleepy. It took some time herself to notice that she was starting to occasionally close her eyes at different intervals.
“whoa, come on now twilight sparkle, get a hold of yourself!” she said to herself as she gently slapped her forehead with her hoof to keep her from dozing off. She set back concentrating back once again to the tadpoles. Her concentration was now more screwy than ever thanks to her mind setting back to the same thought; sleeping.
Probably the only thing that kept her awake were those still lingering feelings of sadness and anger. Despite how powerful those feelings were inside her, she felt extremely groggy. She wrote down something on her notebook and, as if on purpose, scooted over closer to the edge of the pond. Now her hair would be touching the water anytime she decided to lay down. Now, finally ready, she closed her eyes and waited for it to happen. That one thought that, until now, seemed bliss.
She woke up with a startle to find her whole face soaking wet and felt as if her lungs haven’t been receiving oxygen in ages.
“my head must’ve slinked and been underwater in the pond, that was what probably woke me up” she thought to herself while heavily breathing for the precious oxygen she so desired. Twilight looked around, her eyes slowly adjusting to the low amount of light. She used her hoofs to try to wipe away any excess water.
It was surprisingly cold for the usual spring nights
“now where was it?” she mumbled to herself, barely aware to where she was even supposed to be heading. The moonlight Luna so thankfully provided today was her only source of guidance in this dreary night. Despite how bright it was, she couldn’t seem to find her way back home.
“eh, whatever” she said, finally giving up to the power of after-sleep and decided she should teleport back home.
She took a “power stance” as she readied her spell. Her horn started to glow, faintly at first. she started to muster all her power into this one simple task.
“come on twilight, you have done this many times before!” she muttered to herself angrily As she screwed up her face in concentration. Why was this spell taking so long? Or in this case, not working at all?
Suddenly she felt a tingle in her horn. A sensation she had felt many times before after successfully completing a spell. Instead of going back home, instead of feeling as thought she was being stretched into thin spaghetti, her horn simply emitted an eerie glow that barely even gave light.
“huh?” said twilight dumbfounded as to what just happened.
“no! I wanted a teleportation spell, not a measly lighting spell!”
She attempted time and time again the same spell with similar results. Twilight just could not understand how her magic rejecting this one spell. She tried many different spells to see what was wrong with her. Morphing spell? Check. invisibility spell? Check. The list went on and on. Not until the sixteenth spell check did she come to the painful conclusion that she couldn’t teleport, or do any magic whatsoever.
The moon now seemed to be almost exactly in the middle of the star-filled sky. She stared up at the sky and noticed herself that it seemed a little past midnight.
“oh, come on! All that time I was spell checking I could’ve already found my way back home!” she looked around still trying to get her bearings of her surroundings.
“wait, wasn’t it…” said the now-fully awoken twilight as she pointed her head in a direction south of where she took her nap.
She strained her eyes to see if there was any kind of clue as to where was ponyville. Sure enough she saw small lights twinkling in the musty star-filled night.
“aha! I knew reading that survival book for camping wasn’t a waste of time! Silly spike and he thought…” suddenly twilight realized how long she had actually been away. All of her friends must have been worried sick! Oh, poor spike he must be looking everywhere for me!
“Lets see, what was the last thing I told him…” she tried to remember but she only drew a big blank. As if the her memories were being shrouded by something more powerful…
“ah well, he’s old enough, he knows were to get food. Besides I will just clear everything up when I go back to ponyville!” she said as she trotted happily but cautiously over to ponyville.
“come to think of it, cant remember what was the last thing I said to fluttershy , or applejack, or anypony for that matter. How odd. All that studying and napping took a really big bite from my memory. Well, that seems to be the only logical solution…” said the purple pony as she continued to walk to where the lights were.
Deep inside, she felt that her mind was playing tricks; that she was trying to forget all this on purpose, for good or for the better. But why would she try to do that? They are her best friends, anytime spent with them was a happy memory! Well she did feel pretty angry at something, but she simply couldn’t put her hoof on what that was. Maybe she was just cranky from being awoken in such a diabolical way. (being almost drowned, that is)
“Maybe” she said. She had this strong feeling that the reason she forgot all this was because of her the slightly cranky/angry nature she was right now . But she kept lying to herself saying that it was just all just a strange coincidence. Maybe she just happened to lose her memory the same day she decided to study by the pond. Well then again she thought the same thing with pinkie pie’s pinkie senses… she decided to look at her notebook to see if anything she wrote down sparked a memory inside here head. She felt around her hoof for her notebook. It wasn’t there! Being that she didn’t have it, she kept asking herself for the longest time;
“what did I write in that notebook?” she thought to herself. She even forgot to bring it! How forgetful of her! Well whatever it was, it can’t be more important than telling everypony were she was.
All this time she spent pondering these thoughts that still lingered in her head, she found out how close she was to ponyville. She had already come up to a residence close to where she lived.
“thank goodness!” she said, exasperated and just anxious to get to her nice, warm bed. Just thinking about it made her feel cold. VERY cold. Come to think of it, she wasn’t sweating, much less even warm from the exercise she just got from her admittedly long walk. At this point she really didn’t pay much attention.
She soon spotted her house/ library beaming with light as bright as…
“wait, WHAT?” she said to herself. “It is midnight and my lights are on? Maybe… oh, wait, they must be looking for me!” she said, calming down from the major shock that just jolted her body seconds ago.
she opened the door gently with her hoof, as to not alarm anypony that saw her.
“don’t worry everypony, I’m here I’m here.” she said as smoothly as possible. Every one of her friends looked over where she was standing. She expected to be flooded with hugs or to just be received with at least a smile. Nope, all seven (including spike) just stared wide-eyed at her.
“what? I was lost, not dead!” she joked, laughing and her own joke. Not even pinkie, a pony who seemed to laugh at everything stayed to be solely concentrated on her. Or, was it the door behind her?
She craned her neck so she would be able to see what they were so intently looking at. Behind her was a small table with seven cups of very cold-looking tea, and the door right behind it. What kind of novelty was there to be had with these three simple items?
“oh, mah, apples…” said applejack who seemed to be the most scared one of the bunch (yes, even more than fluttershy.)
“d-d-d-did you see the, the…” said rainbow dash
“THE DOOR OPENED BY ITSELF!” yelled rarity at the top of her lungs.
“what?! What kind of cruel joke is this?!” yelled twilight angrily at them.
“oh, they aren’t imagining.” said a cold, lifeless voice somewhere in the room.
“wh-who are you? And what have you done to me?!” questioned twilight at what seemed to be empty space.
“oh, how rude of me. Allow me to introduce myself.” in a flash of blinding light appeared pony with a long black cloak with a hood that covered all of his body. Most of its body was recognizable (to say the least) except for the head. The shadow produced by his hood made it seem as if he had no head to begin with.
“I, as they like to refer to me, am the pony most other ponies fear to meet. I am!” it said with a dramatic tension in his voice that was barely noticeable. Every word it said seemed to have the same, lifeless tension and cold white expression .
“get on with it!” twilight said, now focusing solely at the hooded figure appearing before her.
“I am what very few ponies seek, yet everpony else seems to fear or try to cheat!”
“don’t go spitting you’re mumbo-jumbo at me! You are talking to somepony that bested discords riddle! Have at it!” she said as she began to wind up a head butt.
“oh but there is no riddle to be had in anything I have said. It all depends at which point of the scope you have me looking through. And it seems you were looking at the wrong end.”
“I am Death.”
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<p>twilight sparkle wakes up and slowly starts discovering what has happened to both her, and her friends, alongside death. she turns up to be dead, but death has a very interesting proposition for her. if she is able to learn who killed her in less than 24 hours, she will be spared. there is a small catch, however. death must learn something while spending time with her. being that she is smart, its not gonna be hard... right?</p>
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A Day In My Life Without You
Chapter 2: The Death Mare
“that is simply impossible!” said twilight with a hint of nervousness in here voice.
“death isn’t something impossible, in fact, it’s quite unavoidable!”
“quite?” questioned twilight
“Celestia and luna being one of the few. damn alicorns… well as you can see” he started to say, but after a few words he noticed twilights lack of attention and simply stopped until he thought it would be a good time to resume his little lecture.
Twilight, still resentful from the news that had been given to her, sat down and started to wonder how in all of equestria did she end up dead? Food poisoning? No, spike made her last sandwich and he is incapable of that! Killed? Well she did hear of this killing spell, but no pony in all of the years Celestia had been alive has there ever been a case of somepony being killed by another pony. Twilight soon saw that death seemed to be quite impatient to tell her what just happened. So she stared at him and lifted her eyebrow as if to say “keep going…”
“well, you see I am the mare in charge of all this afterlife and such. See?” he said as he produced a very long and sharpened scythe from under his long, black cloak.
“ whoa, whoa, whoa, wait aren’t we supposed to, y’know, see some bright light and then get sent to like, another dimension where there is no pain or something?” asked twilight as she carefully inspected his face. (or were it was supposed to be, anyways) his eyes were barely visible, they seemed to be just to two white balls hanging in midair. She couldn’t tell exactly what color they were in the middle. Hazel? Brown? Maybe even a little green?
“pfft, you are actually foolish enough to believe that stuff? I though you were the smartest pony around?”
“well it’s a theory, a WIDELY accepted idea that is backed up by facts…” twilight trailed off looking at the other 5 ponies (and dragon) that know were starting to creep closer to the door, as though it was about to explode any second now.
“come on pinkie pie! Just a little closer…” said rainbow dash as she squinted a the door as if it would speed up the process.
“easy for you to say! You are not the one that is about to close a door that has been touched by a ghost!” said pinkie pie as she crawled towards the door as slowly as possible.
Twilight soon began to process all this information inside her tiny little pony head. As if by instinct, she yelled “aha!” when she came to a… quite painful conclusion.
“this must mean I really am dead! dead… but that’s impossible! How could I have died!”
“well I’m only here for the job, I don’t know how ponies die, I just,” he said as he levitated the scythe closer yet to twilight
“do the job. Well it looks like you are on your own for the rest of you’re life! Or afterlife, or whatever they call it these days! Well, at least till one of you’re friends bites the dust. might be the pink one” he whispered to her ear.
“well, if you must…” she said, as she lowered her head in sadness and a single tear rolled of her cheek. That single, burning tear seemed to rip across her face knowing that it might be the last time she might be able to produce a tear, or even feel heat for that matter.
“wait,” she said as she snapped her head back up to take a better look at death.
“why in all of the wide, wide world of equestria is my tear warm? I’m dead! Shouldn’t it be cold too?!”
“well, you see, I WAS going to explain to you this, but you seemed too resentful and gave up without a fight, what with all these pieces of news hitting you like a brick. Unlike most other ponies your age… you see, umm, how do I put this? Well, the thing is, you may not be dead, but that doesn’t mean you are still alive.”
Twilight shook her little unicorn head, trying to understand the sentence that was just delivered to her.
“wait” she said, blinking as slowly as she could so she wouldn’t have to concentrate on anything else. (actually, I sometimes do that. Just a habit editors note)
“isn’t that an oxymoron?” death just shook its (barely recognizable) head and said
“look child what I’m trying to say is that you aren’t dead, but you are still living. A rarity of an occurrence.”
“so, what does this mean again?”
“it means that” he was cut off by a certain pink pony rushing back to where the other six were. She panted heavily as she said
“I *pant didn’t *pant see anything! *pant” she heaved herself on the couch that for some reason, nopony was sitting there.
“pfft, what a wimp! I could run 50 miles and not break a single sweat!” she said as she flared her wings to an admittedly impressive length.
“rainbow dash, dear, this really isn’t the time for one of your little, err, moments.” said rarity whilst calming down pinky pie.
Not until rarity spoke did she notice that all of them didn’t look like their usual self. Pinkie pie did have her signature looked unhappy, almost sad. Rarity didn’t have any type of makeup or even a fancy new headdress or any of the sorts. Rainbow dash was the only pony who physically didn’t change, yet she seemed to lost most of her pep that usually protruded far from where it needed to stay. Fluttershy was, being her usually shy self but she looked very Yet her pink mane looked very awful. It looked very ugly , with some bald spots, bits of branches and even some animal fur clinging to her as if it was her own fur. Applejack was caked full of mud and dirt. Her ponytails were practically non-existing and she seemed… quite?
“why are all these ponies acting very… differently?”
“that was were I was going before I got very rudely interrupted!” he said as he glared venomously at pinkie pie.
“I tried to say that when stuff like this happens, I have to give you what some ponies may call, a chance?”’ he said as he looked at twilight as if waiting for a response from her.
“and what does this have to do with me both not being alive and my friends connected?”
“well you see if and only if”
“does this mean?” she said as she immediately walked towards him, grateful for what he was (hopefully) going to say.
“ if and only if you manage to find out how you died in 24 hours, you will be spared.”
“OH, THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU!” she screamed with glee as she scooted closer to death a she tried to give him a hug. He slowly backed away, disgusted and resentful of. Such a showcase of affection towards him.
“BUT” he said as he tried to out-yell twilight
“but what?” said twilight as a concerned face became immediately plastered on her face.
“but at the end, I have to learn something too. Anything other than how you died”
“but you have lived eternally! You can’t teach an old dog new tricks!”
“unless he forgets them. Well, Good luck either way! But first…” he said as he leaned closer towards twilight. A dark mist came out of his cloak and soon swirled around twilights head as if it was a tentacle, trying to choke its prey.
Twilight soon felt really dizzy and lightheaded. Her whole world spun around her enveloping her in a blur of lights and colors. She couldn’t take it anymore and collapsed to the floor, expecting to faint. However, quite the opposite happened. She somehow felt more awoken than ever. She seemed to grasp on to whatever form of alertness that she had.
“right now, you feel, sad and lonely, and maybe even angry that you have to spend time with me. But deep inside, you feel a lot of happiness and hope that you still might have a chance to live.” He said as his tentacle whipped back inside his cloak.
“ what did you do?!” she said as she snapped back to reality and shook her head.
“ well, it seems I can read minds and feelings, I was just showcasing a small morsel of what my powers can do.”
“well it seems that it will prove useful in my little escapade from death”
“hah! Do you really think I am stupid enough to just loose another soul? Never!” he said with a hint of smugness in his voice.
“we will see about that!” said twilight as she saw what was happening over at the couch. They were all piled up on top of each other, pinkie pie at the bottom, spike at the top. They all looked like homeless the way they were, yet so sweet and innocent.
“So, what do we do first?” asked twilight
“ I don’t have the slightest idea. You’re the boss, so, what exactly do we do?”
“sleep? Said twilight as she laid down and closed her eyes ready to finally get what she so desired since she had awoken by the bog.
“oh, no, no, no, no, spirits never sleep. They are always awake and alert. Never sleepy or groggy.”
“then why do I feel so… oh, maybe because I’m still like half alive or something?”
“ well, maybe, but you MIGHT want to milk you’re time for what its worth, just in case you don’t manage to finish” he sounded very serious and almost concerned in that sentence, a little too much though.
“well that seems suspicious, I though you were supposed to be the king of trickster, the ultimate ninja, the troll god!”
“well, just sayin’” he said as he plopped down next to her and started to spontaneously yell right next to her ear. After a few minutes of twilight thinking she might already be deaf, she yelled
“ALRIGHT, ALRIGHT, ALRIGHT WHAT THE HECK DO YOU THINK I SHOULD DO!” she said as she looked at him with a stare much like the one he gave pinkie pie.
“well what would be the most obvious thing?” he said with a slight hint of glee in his voice.
“ well, lets plan our time accordingly. First, we should go to canter lot to see what major events happened while I was gone .”
“… you have only been gone for about 12 hours…” said death as he sheathed his scythe, acknowledging that he wouldn’t need it for some time.
“well murder isn’t exactly a common thing nowadays. Since the great equestrian war not a single pony has been murdered or killed in an way. Why do you think lawyers nowadays are going hungry?”
“that last part is actually really true. Since the last millennium more ponies have died of hunger, usually ponies that work in the legal system."
“see?” said twilight with a “bitch please” expression on her face
“perfect reason to go to canterlot. Maybe even visit Celestia. I mean, we are pretty darn close. I wonder if she even knows if I’m alive… anyways next I will go and visit each one of my friends to see if they had anything to do with me, all while trying to make you feel, um, happy? Actually all the while trying to make you feel any emotion at all, really. By then it will probably be late noon, plenty of time to figure the rest on my own!”
“ I really thought you planned better. That just sounds really bad and sloppy, but if that floats your boat, oh well…”
“yup, that’s my plan and I’m sticking to it!” she said as she slowly got up to her hoofs and trotted out the door. Death sighed and followed her.
“what you’re going to follow me all around while trying to find who or what killed me?”
“well, how else are you going to make me have feelings?”
“good point. So…”
“so?” asked death
“so can’t you like teleport us to canterlot or something?”
“honey the reason I put the time limit is to make you feel pressured. Plus I haven’t talked to any pony in ages (quite literally) and I kinda like to chit-chat”
“oh? A social death? Haven’t heard of that one!”
“well how many grim reapers have you met before twilight? What am I supposed to be like?!”
“good point, and well said” She said as she trotted towards a large mountain where a small piece of land protruded from it, were a long time ago, two alicorns decided to live a life there. They named it canterlot.
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<p>twilight sparkle wakes up and slowly starts discovering what has happened to both her, and her friends, alongside death. she turns up to be dead, but death has a very interesting proposition for her. if she is able to learn who killed her in less than 24 hours, she will be spared. there is a small catch, however. death must learn something while spending time with her. being that she is smart, its not gonna be hard... right?</p>
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A Day In My Life Without You
Chapter three: The Two Sisters
Twilight trotted towards the impending darkness that surrounded the majority of the tall cliff. The fact that is was on a cliff made it clear as day that Celestia clearly didn’t want any unsavory folks anywhere near the (possibly) only alicorns in existence.
“So, how exactly are we going to get up there?” asked death, shattering the silence twilight had brought with her since leaving her house.
“Easy,” said twilight sparkle as she walked towards the mountain.
It was so far away, but because of the gargantuan size of the elevated piece of rock, it seemed top be at trotting distance.
“hm, seems farther away then what I expected. Might take a while for me to show my wicked cool plan!”
“Who are you, rainbow dash?”
Twilight ignored his little comment and tried to steer the conversation into a more friendly approach.
“So, what do you do to kill time? I mean, sure you have a heavy weight to bear, but everyone must have a bit of down time here and there,” asked twilight as she turned her neck to the right to see if death even seemed to tolerate the question.
He isn’t the type of mare that would seem to talk about anything. He wasn’t shy, he was just not interested in social interaction.
“Well, since I’m usually very busy all the time, I rarely have time for myself. But when I do manage to find some time in my busy, busy schedule, I sit down.”
“Keep going…” said twilight, expecting something a bit more interesting to come out of his mouth.
‘I doubt he even has a mouth’ thought twilight.
“And, that’s it.”
“Seriously, THAT’S IT?! Wouldn’t you want to, I don’t know… torture some souls or something? I mean sitting down is okay, like for a minute or two, but for several hours?!”
Twilight looked at him with a pretty maniacal expression that, even death himself, thought of it as creepy.
“I never said how long… you really should lighten up, it’s just a small talk. No wonder you barely have any friends…”
That’s where twilight lost it.
She didn’t yell, she didn’t try to go and strangle him (“what’s the point?”) she simply sat down on her haunches and looked at him straight in the eye. Those eyes… they never seemed to stay one color, now that twilight looked closer. They went from magenta to hazel to indigo and back to magenta in a couple of seconds. She felt something bubbling up inside her. The similar feeling she had when she wrote on her notebook by the pond.
How could she have blown the fuse that easily? Does being dead affect your emotions? Maybe the stress had overcome her. She has said several times that this a matter of life or death, but this time, it was one hundred percent true.
“Look here, my friends may be few, but we treat each other with care and respect. They are the best friends anypony could have,” she said as she turned her head away from him and closed her eyes indignantly.
“ Oh really, so that’s what you think. The truth may sting, but really the only reason they befriended you in the first place was because you have contacts with Celestia! If it weren’t for you, fluttershy would be in a dungeon to the place were they banished her for thievery of royal artifacts, (“Philomena” he whispered) pinkie pie would be in the slammer for not inspecting her food properly, (“you know, the baked bad‘s” he whispered once again) rarity for nearly killing the wonder bolts, rainbow dash for kicking a cloud at her royal highness at the best flyers competition, and applejack for nearly starting another civil war between the appolosans and the buffalos! See? They all add up! Oh, and by the way, I’m not learning anything. I’m not even enjoying myself! Good luck getting spared!” He said as he put on his best troll face possible.
“That’s not true! They love me and respect me for who I am! Besides, at least I have friends!”
And with that, she got up and started towards the mountain that loomed in the horizon.
Death seemed shocked, petrified even. In a long time he hadn’t felt this type of emotion. This emotion was difficult to describe to him. He hadn’t felt it In such a long time that it seemed rather unreal to him. For the first time in several thousand years, he felt defeated. At a loss for words, he simply sat there, jaw hanging out.
“Wait up, wait up” he said, trotting swiftly towards her. She heard him, but didn’t give him much attention once he started talking.
“Look, I’m sorry to what I told you earlier, its just that…”
He noticed she had left a wet trail behind her and it didn’t look like it was going to stop anytime soon. It gushed out and to death it felt, delicious. That liquid that he savored most of all, that sweet sensation that filled his mouth whenever it slipped down his throat… it was unbearable to look at her and not get a tiny taste of that sweet, sweet nectar.
The tears kept rolling down her face and tickled whenever one was ready to fall.
“Are, are you crying?” Death asked, trying to contain his massive desire to just go and straight up lick her face.
“Shut up,” she said in between sobs as she turned head away.
“BWAH HA,HA,HA,HA! You girls ARE really sensitive! You cried for THAT? That one little lie that I pulled of, you ate that story up? Boy are you gullible! I thought you were smarter than that!” Twilight cried ever so harder now with those hurtful words death spat out at her. How COULD she have been so stupid as to fall for that? Something was wrong with her. Or, maybe, something was wrong with him?
“Mmmmmmmmm, those tears, they taste so good, mm the pain, YOUR PAIN it drives me to THIS!” He said as he eagerly licked her face in the most disgusting way possible.
It was by no means sexual, or even romantic. It was rough and gross, with his slobber all over her, he hungered for more and started licking the grass beneath their hooves.
Twilight saw in disgust as she wiped of the slobber that was let over as he licked the tiny trail of tears that had followed twilight all the way here. In way, twilight enjoyed death having a mental breakdown. To have what could have been the most feared pony, fell for tears? For her, tears always tasted salty and bitter. To him, it was probably the only pleasure he has had in a long time.
“Mmmh, MMMH!” He said as he smacked his lips in a taunting matter.
Seconds after his great tear rampage did he notice what a fool of himself he made in front of twilight. Sure, the feast he had just had was delicious, but it wasn’t worth this feeling. This odd feeling he had somehow remembered…
“I was, umm, I mean, uuh, what never happened to me, never happened to you, got it?”
“BWAHAHAHAH! YOU WOULD DO ALL THAT FOR TEARS?! BWAHAHAHAH! O, Celestia, this is awesome! BWAHAHAHAH!!!” She laughed at him for a good two minutes or so, finally able to calm down and sit up straight.
By now, death had been nearly oblivious to her laughter and simply lay on the grass, as far away as her as possible.
“Ready?” He said as he turned over to her, feeling that she was going to break into laughter once more.
This feeling, this was different feeling, no not pleasure, it wasn’t the feeling of loosing either, (but it felt awfully close to it.) he felt both ashamed and embarrassed to do such a thing. He felt his face burning hot. What? He was death! He couldn’t feel anything except pain and hoof-numbing coolness! Why this sudden surge in temperature?
“Ummm, twilight?” He asked as unassumingly as he could.
“What do you want?” She asked coldly, a clear sign that he probably wouldn’t be humiliated by her once more.
“Why did I suddenly feel hot? Like when you started laughing at me I felt, bad, really bad.”
“Whoa, dude, do you know about emotions?”
“Yeah, but its been a long time…. Besides I have only felt two emotions in many years. Pain and suffering. This is the first I have felt, you know, warm.”
“Let me explain, when you get embarrassed…”
Twilight started to explain how emotions sometimes not only affected us mentally, but physically too. A lot of explaining was needed to convince death that emotions do in fact, happen to everypony. The lecture was so long, that they somehow ended up by the cliff that held the castle in nearly no time at all.
“Okay, so you said you had a plan. What, is it exactly?” Said death.
Twilight was so certain, so cocksure that this was going to work that she didn’t even need to show him. She simply walked up to the steep side of the cliff and rammed into it, filling her whole head with pain and disappointment.
“Huh, wait, why didn‘t it work!? It was supposed to work!”
“Supposed to twilight. Supposed to,” answered death. Twilight looked at him, confused and in a world of pain.
“supposed is a very loose term and should only be used in very loose sentences.” (I remember getting detention for telling that to my English teacher in middle school. She was impressed with the bit of sense that made, but thought of it as back talk. They always think an answer like that is talk-back. Just sayin’-authors note)
“But WHY didn’t it work? I-I c’mon, it’s suppose to work! We are ghosts!” She said as she furiously rubbed her hoof on top of her noggin to help ease the pain a bit.
“Pfft, you believe in that legend? That ghosts can go throu-”
“YES! I believed it! I mean, if you have no body then…”
“No need for science here, my dear.”
“But please explain WHY!” She said as she rubbed even harder in her angst to both try to understand what was happening and ease the pain.
“Well, souls can’t go through walls, over in this world its kind of common knowledge…”
“Wait, so I cant talk to other ponies and I cant go through walls? Do someponies really spend all eternity this way? Well that blow-”
“Not really actually. You don’t exactly stay here when you die, but you don’t go anywhere else… its kind of complicated. Actually, I don’t even remember were you go after leaving this world. Huh, shows how much attention I paid when my boss explained all this.”
“Who is your boss anyways?”
“I can never tell his name. Rule and copyright infringement and stuff.”
“Copyright infringement? Are you serious?” She said as she rubbed her noggin harder.
“Actually, I never even have to refer to him as a pony. I just call him the powers that be” he said, ignoring twilights last comment and pointed a hoof up.
“Actually, I heard he is a really cool guy.”
“Hmph, HEARD”
“ Do you think I will get to meet him one day?”
“You will if you don’t hurry up! Its already two in the morning!” He said as he looked up at the moon to check if he was correct.
“Meh, kinda like two-twelve or something… Still got nothing on how we are going to get up there are we?”
“Oh, um, yeah. So, okay, um, I guess we could… umm, well, we are very close to a landing strip for flying vehicles, but
the princess rarely uses them.”
“Oh really? Well then I guess tonight is different!”
He pointed with his scythe at a pony-drawn carriage a few miles away. It was very big and needed several stallions just to hold the giant thing in place. It was white with gold streamers and had wheels of silver encrusted with beautiful diamonds the size of a little fillies head.
“Rarity would be jealous of those.” She said in her head as she eyed the diamonds greedily.
“Wow, good eye,” she said as she started to hurriedly trot over towards the carriage.
The carriage had little to no room inside, being that that both Celestia and Luna were lying down on the seats of the carriage.
“Guess we’ll take the back,” said twilight as she pointed a hoof towards the back of the carriage.
It was basically a piece of red metal strapped on to the carriage only to be used for transporting any goods the princesses may have at hoof.
“Do you really think this will support you?” He asked, inspecting carefully for anything out of place.
“Are you implying that I’m fat?” She shot a venomous look at death.
“No, no, not at all. It‘s just, it doesn’t look very safe… why would royalty be using such a putrid piece of junk anyway?!”
“Beats me. It’s fine. Besides it’s not like we can be anymore dead than what we are right now. What do we have to lose?”
“True” he said, hopping inside.
Twilight followed closely behind and closed the lid as quietly as she could. They could hear light chattering inside the red metal box they were in. twilight put her ear against the wall so she could hear better what they were saying.
“I can’t believe how tired I am” said Celestia.
There was a small metallic cling noise right afterwards.
Twilight turned to face death excitedly and said “She is taking of her horseshoes, ooh, I’ve never seen her without those, what do you think she looks like without those?!”
Despite the darkness inside the box, you could still see deaths white pupils in the darkness making a rolling motion and blinking a couple of times.
“Wouldn’t she look the same? And really, I couldn’t care less. Besides, its not like I will ever see her again. Not that I wish to see her.” he said coldly as he lowered his head and closed his eyes.
“ Why do you ha- oooooh, I get it, you just jealous she has more power than you!”
“Am not! Its just I don’t agree with her.”
“Oh, come on! You and me both know u jelly!”
“You must have to much internet in your life to say that outside hoof-chan! Get a life kid! And besides, if you don‘t know what or why I hate her that is my business and mine alone. I don’t need another brat to tell me love and tolerance! Screw those people that think I need that to become happy in life! Screw you! Screw her! Screw all of equestria!” He turned even farther away from her.
“Watch your word," she said as she tried to out-yell death. "If they find any sort of noise inside, they will immediately think it’s a spy or something and go without this metal box!”
“Tsk, tsk,” he said as he slowly shook his head and a wide grin appeared in his face.
“you really need to learn to use your inside voice!” he whispered loudly as he pressed his own ear against the side of the metal box.
“Did you hear that noise? It sounded like yelling!” said Luna as she got up from her seat. Twilight could tell she was pretty scared too, as her hoof steps trotted nervously around the carriage.
“What if they sent somebody to kill me!” she said, trotting at an even faster pace know.
“Now, now, you know all the citizens love you, they wouldn’t do such a thing like that. Besides, there hasn’t been a case in where a citizen dies, much less a princess in like a thousand years.”
“L-let me check the trunk, just to be sure.”
twilight heard the creak of the carriage door being opened, followed by a very official voice saying
“Halt! We are under strict restrictions to not let anypony enter and/or leave!” he order
“But I just came to check the trunk… okay.” she said
“Wow, for a minute there, she sounded like fluttershy. Like right when she said okay. Maybe she is just shy and scared to be interacting with someone other than her own sister…” twilight said to death
“Did you hear that?!” said luna, anxious to see if there was indeed something or someone there.
“I heard well enough. I guess someone with you’re authority can go. I am ever so sorry I doubted you.” They heard the sudden unfurling of wings followed by two thundering hoof steps, a sign that he was moving.
“But I will accompany you!” he said bravely
“I rise then moon everyday, making sure that each and every pony has a good nights rest. You simply stand around all day with the occasional donut . I think I can handle a couple of naughty children.”
“Or serial killer!” he added as luna started to walk towards the back trunk.
“Step aside.” were her final words to him.
“Harsh.” twilight whispered. They soon saw a crack appear through the small door, with light starting to slowly creep into the small box. Twilight soon saw Luna’s eye, followed by her face and soon enough the hoof she was using to open the trunk.
They were invisible, of course, but the slightest peep, the smallest of noise, the tiniest of breaths, could give them away and then they would probably leave the red box there. I mean, there was nothing in here. Why did they have it here? It doesn’t look very stylish either. Twilight saw luna look over the red box. It was particularly small, about the size of a bathtub, so not much inspection was necessary.
“But I was so sure I heard something…” luna muttered to herself.
“Everything alright princess?” asked the royal guard.
“Mmmh, yes everything is fine.” she said as she glanced over some more. Then, it seemed that luna looked directly at them. It was an odd feeling. It really did seem that she could see them, she even squinted as to take a closer look at twilight. Then she closed the lid and trotted back inside.
“I guess nothing was there.”
“I told you sis! See, 1,000 years on the moon really did effect you. Time to go!” she ordered at the line of male pegasi that controlled the carriage.
“Alright men! One, two three, GO!” barked the one in the very front. He looked pretty old, but strong for his age. Like if you were to put big Mac and granny smith together. The two ponies in the back, where having a pretty rough time. They kept shouting ‘watch it!’ and ‘go to your side!’ it was pretty funny to hear them argue over really dumb stuff like who got the red side of the saddle.
“Ouch, hey, watch it!” said twilight as she tried to make herself as small as possible so she wouldn’t bump into stuff as much.
“I’m trying, but my stupid scythe is in the way!” he said as he thrashed back and forth in the darkness to put the scythe in a comfy position.
“Umm, unicorn magic. You do have it, right?” twilight pointed out.
“Oh, right” said death, embarrassed that he hadn’t thought of that before. He used telepathy to take out the scythe and place it next to him. The slow rumbling soon turned into a soft rocking motion, meaning that they were possibly going slower. The silence was odd and awkward.
Twilight usually had a thing or two to say about science, or the world, or anything really but right now, she felt at a loss for words. She felt peace within. Sure, the fact that she was next to death was a bit disturbing, and this cold sensation that never left her body started to numb her whole body, but somehow, she felt like it was all going to be okay.
Twilight heard snoring. She immediately looked at death, but he just stared back with his cold stare that would give fluttershy a run for her money. He was quite obviously awake.
‘The princesses must be sleeping’ thought twilight.
“So, why exactly do you hate the princess? I was just teasing back then, but curiosity got the best of me. Is it that you simply hate her, she is pretty mean, a tyrant maybe. I just want to know.” she whispered to him, breaking the everlasting silence between the two.
“It’s a very long and twisting story of no importance to you. Mind your own business if you know what’s good for you” he said as he glanced down at his scythe laying on the floor.
“Well jeez, sorry for trying to start a conversation, you know it’s a long way from to the castle, right?”
“My flank” he said as he laid down and tried to stay close to the floor, expecting something to happen. The carriage lurched to a sudden halt and twilight heard some chattering from the princess.
“That’s our cue to bail!” said twilight, crawling over to the door. She tried to pry open the door with her bare hoofs but the door wouldn’t budge. “hey, it wont open, what gives?” she said as she pushed the door as much as her little hooves could.
“You do know that this opens from the outside right?”
“Uhh, I knew that.” twilight said, ceasing all action to open the door. She stared at death as she lifted her left eyebrow and nudged her head towards the door.
“If you are using some type of body language, you of all people know I cant see very well in this very dark place.” the smugness in that sentence alone made twilight immediately think of the many sarcastic comments made by Gilda the griffon, and then pinkie pie defeating her with that party. Thinking that she would never see her again made her well up with sadness, but now was not the time to be reminiscing the future. If she really wanted to go back, she would need all the courage, determination, and power that she could muster up.
“Just open the damn door.” twilight said, suddenly snapping back into reality. Her uncooperative partner grudgingly used his unicorn magic to open the door.
“Wait, not so much, a little bit!” she said as she pulled the door inwards and squinted through the small crack of the door. She saw luna chatting to some civilians,(probably about why they were out so late) mane waving and glowing in the air. She seemed quite beautiful with her hair like that. Watching her at night seemed just, right in a way. Luna nodded to the unknown ponies and walked away.
“Now!” she whispered as they crept out the small box. They were right in front of the royal palace, where candles glowed outside under the same moon twilight had lost her consciousness only hours ago.
“Well, that was easy. Haha, yea, oh, and wait until we go through the magic door that leads to the meeting room. Then it will be twice as easy! You know, because its so easy to beat one celestia’s spells!”
“Oh, shut up.” she said as she started to walk towards the great big door, up the flights of stairs. The castle seemed to be purple at night, not its usual white glow that seemed so pretty under the sun.
“What, I’m not joking. Only one pony ever got through the door, but he was stupid and too blinded by power. That old sap kicked the bucket pretty soon after he forced his way through the door.”
“And how would you know all this?”
“Um, I’m death. I practically know everyone’s death, and how they got killed.”
“What about me?”
“The reason you are still alive is because I didn’t reap your soul fast enough. I only have so much time before you turn into, well, this. This has actually never happened in like, a thousand years. Not since the great war, that is.”
Twilight looked at him, then stared back at the door.
“Depending on what time of the day it is, the castle of canterlot will change colors, depending in what mood the princesses are.” she said, as if ignoring his last story.
“Did you memorize that from a textbook?”
“yup!” she beamed as she trotted up towards the great big balcony that seemed to tower over the main six floors of the castle
“And people ask why you couldn’t make friends…” she simply rolled her eyes. If she were in a different situation, she would probably cry her eyes out and strat to hurt ihm and much as she could. (due to her awkwardness with social interaction)
But being around such a negative, mean person made her almost invulnerable to the things he had to say to her. She simply shrugged of the comment and kept going on with her life. (or at least what she thought was left of it) Her world wasn’t going to end because of that comment. Death seemed to be noticing this to, and felt that maybe she was more than meets the eye…
They walked down a long, narrow hallway that was chockfull of different rooms sporting different names each. No, not normal equestrian names, but something along the lines of “sergeant” and “general.” There seemed to be a lot with the name troops. To avoid confusion, they had put an alias under it. Like troop one-o-seven, or troop F.Y.I. there were some pretty funny names. (as naughty as they were.) I guess it just goes to show how much time they had in their hooves nowadays.
After that long corridor, at the end, there was a door that read
‘meeting in session. Please knock’
“We could just, you know, open it with brute force.” said death staring at the door.
“Wow, goes to show how much attention to detail you put. Rarity would be disgusted at you.” said twilight. She notice a small piece of metal jutting out from the middle of the door. It was square with a small, thin crack in the middle.
“hmm, somebody must have gone in be force. Looks pretty bad too. Must have been powerful magic. No wonder the princess luna looked a little paranoid there. Okay, do your job.”
“Huh, me, why?”
“You ARE the only one that can do any magic. Go for it”
“But you need a specific spell to open it, only three ponies in all of equestria know that spell. Who are alive, anyway.” there was a small tremble beneath their hooves. Soon the two ponies heard loud, thundering hoof steps growing louder by the second. They twirled around to see what on Earth could be making such a racket. It was Celestia, who looked furious , while luna was whispering something in her ear.
“Impossible, simply impossible!” she yelled. Twilight had never seen her so angry before. Her body glowed a raging green, a clear indication that her body was quite literally expelling magic from everywhere in her body.
“How can this be? Nearly thousands of years planning, and I get this!?” she fumed as she approached the door rather hastily.
“Are you absolutely sure?” she said, turning to luna.
“I am sorry to say dear sister, it is all true.” said luna, who looked truly sorry for what had happened. Celestia tried to jam her horn inside the gate lock. It opened with a loud creak. Light poured the room that was held inside those thick doors. Twilight and death quickly followed.
“Light the candles and call only the most important ponies in all of equestria!”
“… But I’m not your manager sis…”
“Do you want to spend one-thousand more years no the moon?!” she raged. Luna sighed.
“I’ll go get the parchment.” she said with a gloomy look on her face
“Thought so” she said with a satisfied look on her face.
“now, I wait.” she said as she placed her flank on a pillow.
“ahhh, much bett- LUNA, I TOLD YOU TO LIGHT THE GOSH FORSAKEN CANDLES!”
“Go to it yourself you lazy bitch!”
“What did she say?” asked twilight to death. He simply shrugged
“What, I couldn’t hear you! Ah, doesn’t matter, I’ll do it myself.”
A small ember appeared from her horn. It danced on it for quite a while. Soon it started to whirl around. Faster and faster it went with each revolution until suddenly, it went flying off into the other candles, igniting each one as it passed by. In a way, it seemed as if the flame was dancing with the candles.
It weaved through here, zipped through there. It kind of reminded twilight of rainbow dash. Suddenly, it popped and settled itself in the middle of the dining table serving as the main source of light.
The room was enormous with a giant table in the middle. Celestia seemed to be at one extreme of the table, while the other extreme had a dark purple pillow, clearly indicating Luna’s designated spot.
“Luna must sit on the other end.” whispered twilight to death
“So, do we wait for something to happen, or.”
“Goodness, look at the time!” twilight pointed to a clock mounted on a piece of wood jutting out at the far east of the room.
“But they all read ‘pony’ .” this was in fact true. Instead of having actual numbers, they seemed to be all replaced with the word pony.
“Nuh-uh.” she said, shaking her head “its three a clock in the morning, silly!”
“A-are you sure?” he said as he looked at her as thought she had been on mushrooms for a while.
“Yes, I’m pretty sure I know my numbers. I went to magic kindergarten long enough. Looooooooooooooong enough.” she said with a grim look on her face.
“Your science baffles me.” he said with an unamused look in his face.
“There! They are all sent!” luna said as she entered the room. She set her flank down on the other end of the table.
“What do you think you are doing? We are going to have guests! Take a seat, any other seat, besides that one.”
“Okay then.” said luna. She trotted over to a seat next to Celestia.
“Well, I GUESS that’s an… okay seat.” she said in disgust.
“Hahaha, you were always the joker in your class, weren’t you sis?”
“…I didn‘t say anything funny, did I?…” she said grimly
“Oh, uhh, well then…” luna was cut short by the sound of knocking on the door.
“Wait here,” said Celestia as she got up from her pillow.
Twilight noticed it was red bordered with golden silk. Very beautiful. Luna’s was, well… let’s just say you could buy it at the 99 bit store.
Celestia unlatched the door and in poured in various ponies from around the world. Twilight knew all of them, she had read them in a book titled Modern Equestrian Innovators and Worldwide Changers.
“That is presidente calderon.” she pointed her hoof to a brown mare shaking celestia’s hoof. “He lives I a very peculiar part of equestria. The ponies there speak a different language and its somewhat hot over there, that’s the reason most of them are quite tan, if not brown. They also use different currency. I forget whats It called though…”
“Why do I need to know this?”
“Why? did you learn something?”
“… Twilight I am death. I know everyone and everything. You need to put that inside that tiny little head of yours.”
“Whatever.” she said.
Twilight and death had to sit in a little corner close to the table, to be able to hear what was going on.
“Ahem!” Celestia said as she looked at a chef nearby. He (or she?!) had its mane fairly short, but had its bangs hanging very low, covering most if its face. It looked very young. Too young to even be working, much less with the princess.
“Something spicy. Anything is good.” the brown filly (or mare?) nodded and quickly conjured up something with her horn at a nearby stove.
“It smells, DELICIOUS!” said twilight as she nearly lunged towards the food that was being served in expensive-looking china.
“ Good luck figuring out a way to eat food without being able to touch solid objects or use magic. Jus’ sayin’.” she immediately stopped in her tracks and looked at him with a lazy glare with one of her eyebrows up.
“Are you kidding me?”
“You never get hungry anyways, come on, sit here. We can’t do much else but wait and listen.”
“But it smells SO GOOD!” death didn’t reply to that. He just rhythmically tapped his hoof on the yellow carpet.
“Fine.” she said, rolling her eyes and sitting down, desperate to just go straight up and eat all that food in one fell swoop.
“Tho,” said Celestia, with her mouth full of food, barely able to distinguish her language because of this.
“Today we hath *gulp found out something that we were very afraid that it might happen. We have planned for this for more than a hundred years in case of an emergency. I‘m afraid we will have to use the plan.” several forks and spoons clanged against the china. Many started talking to one another in a hushed whispered tone.
“There was a murder, but that’s not the interesting part. What’s interesting is that we have had reports of, errrr, of her sightings, but after her death.”
“That’s impossible!” yelled somepony whom twilight instantly recognized.
“First off, there hasn’t been murdered in like, a thousand years! Then your telling me ponies have seen the living dead walk among us!” said a female pony with a pink coat much like pinkie pie’s.
“Actually, maybe she’s not dead, what if she feigned death!” said a short and stout pony, his head barely visible over the tabletop.
“Why would anypony try to kill someone?!” the whole room broke into a loud outrage, until Celestia stamped her hoof on the ground
“Quite everypony! What’s worse, is that it was twilight who has been spotted moments after death.” the room grew silent, and for a very tense second, it seemed that luna was once again staring at them.
“If so, then that means our plans, have been for nothing.”
“What plans?” asked luna to Celestia. Celestia just stayed quite for a few seconds, and slowly turned her head towards her.
“We are having A VERY IMPORTANT MEETING HERE, LUNA! IF YOU DON’T KNOW ABOUT WHAT IS HAPPENING, I DON’T THINK YOU SHOULD PARTAKE IN SUCH ACTIVITIES!”
Celestia’s seemingly random outburst made twilight cower in fear, even if the comment was directed towards her. Surprisingly, the other ponies didn’t seem to mind the raise in volume. They all passed it off as if it was something that Celestia did every time. They simply stared at luna to see what her reaction was going to be.
Luna responded “B-b-but I am a princess too! I deserve to learn what this ‘plan’ is!”
Celestia seemed to be furious at this point.
“B-b-but I am a princess toooooo!” she mocked.
“Oh, shut up. We all now the real reason you’re her is because YOU WERE A MERE ACCIDENT FORM MOM AND DAD! I WAS THE ONE THAT WAS INTENDED TO RULE THIS WORLD AS PERFECTLY AS POSSIBLE!”
Twilight turned her head to stare at luna. Her eyes seemed to be really shiny and full of color. Soon, a tear rolled down her cheek as she looked at celestia.
“I thought we were sisters!” she said in between sobs.
“Oh! We are sisters!” she said in a particularly cheery tone that sounded quite, disturbing.
“yeah, we ARE sisters, aren’t we!” the other ponies in the meeting did not stop her, they were only watching the action unfold. They weren’t part of this, were they? I mean, they were just, bystanders.
“Well I DON’T THINK THAT US BEING SISTERS WILL MAKE EQUESTRIA HAPPY! WILL IT FEED OUR PEOPLE, WILL IT ORGANIZE TAXES, WILL IT FIX THIS PROBLEM WE HAVE AT HOOF?! I THINK NOT!” she was out of breath.
As she was about to say that word, it seemed she savored every moment she spent torturing her poor little sister. Death knew this feeling especially. Luna at this point couldn’t take it. She simply cried noisily until her sister blurted out those words that she one day promised she would never again say.
“I HATE YOU!” she yelled on the top of her lungs. With raw emotional unicorn power alone, Luna flipped the table upside-down and lit the rug as if by, errr, magic. She opened the door as fast as she could (so their guests couldn’t see her suffer anymore than what they already saw) and she ran to her room.
“Lets go.” said twilight
“Huh, wait, why?”
“To prove something,” twilight always had that knack to find out the meaning stuff, even if it meant going to extremes, like using pinkie pie as an experiment model and other stuff like that.
Luna felt that each tear burned her cheeks. She felt as that as the tears rolled down, they left a scar were they trickled. The color of each tear meant how much luna cared for Celestia or all of equestria even. Blank, nothing at all, absolutely nothing.
She found a big door were there was a huge metal sign saying. “luna, celestia’s little sister.” She felt like ripping apart that sign, and flinging it at Celestia, making a clean cut through her neck, and she would stay there just to see her life being wiped from her eyes. It felt so good in her mind.
All that blood gush out of her head, making a huge puddle beneath her hoofs.
She would then finally be lonely, free at last of the eternal curse she was born with. She shook her head. How could she be thinking that? Much less of her own sister?
Actually, the real question remained to be seen: why on earth did she act that way?
Sure, she can annoying sometimes, she admits that much, but to be yelled at in front of all those ponies? Never in all her life did she except this.
She flung open the door to her bedroom, crying while her face was being plastered amongst the pillow. Her bed wasn’t anything to special. It was just a plain white bed made of satin surrounded by walls painted in purple. It didn’t look fancy, but it was beautiful nevertheless.
“Should we do something?” asked twilight to death. He wasn’t listening. He just stared at her, seemingly enthralled in what the princess was doing.
“oh no you don’t!” said twilight as she kicked death in the lower part of his jaw.
“Ow, what was that for?!”
“Oh, I know you more than you know yourself.”
“…But we have only met for like, what, three hours?”
“You were gonna rush in and lick her face!”
“n-n-no, no I wasn’t in fact!”
“Yeah, sure, whatever.” said twilight
“No but seriously, what DO we do?” said death, trying to move the subject matter.
“I don’t know, see if she can see us?”
“Brilliant!” said twilight as she rushed over to the edge of the bed
“No, wait, I was joking!”
“To late for me!” said twilight as she nudged luna.
“what *sob do you*sob want?!”
“Ummm, uh, its me.”
“There are a lot of me’s.” she said sarcastically
“T-twilight sparkle.”
“I should have never ratted you out.”
“Uh, wait, WHAT!”
“Yeah, I can see you.” she said as she turned over to face twilight sparkle.
“Really?” she said.
“Yes, right now you have a quizzical expression on you’re face.”
“Oh, wow, hey, come over here!”
Luna looked around the room, expecting for there to be somepony else.
“Who, me?” she said as she pointed a hoof at her.
“No, him!” she said as she pointed a hoof towards a corner.
“Err, I just see a corner.”
“So you can only see me, huh? Oh, and hear me too.”
“Oh, so you simply accept the fact that I can see the dead?”
“you know, at this point, if somebody said that apples are drugs wouldn’t really surprise me at all. Just, no. The only bothering me is why cant you see him?”
“Oooh, so it’s a mare?”
“NOT what you’re thinking. He is simply a frie-”
“A partner” he added
“Fine! A partner that will help me through my journey”
“Aid, did he just say something?” asked luna, looking around the room, as if she was missing something.
“So it seems you cant hear him either…”
“Well no shit, Sherlock.”
“Shut up.” she said, exasperated and tired of his sarcasm.
“Huh, umm cool I guess?”. Twilight isn’t the one to try to make new friends, so the silence that followed seemed to perturb her more than usual.
Death was just sitting down, enjoying the great view the balcony had to offer, and luna just lay down, trying to choke back her tears.
“That’s it.” luna said, finally deciding to get up and walked towards the balcony.
“What’s up?” asked twilight, glad that they had something to discuss other than ‘how fine the weather was.’
“I’m going. Leaving her behind.”
“Who, Celestia?”
“If she doesn’t care for me, then I don’t care for her. As simple as that. You coming twilight? And death, wherever the buck you are."
“Oh my!” said twilight. She wasn’t used to being exposed to much foul language, much less from a princess.
“Now SHE speaks my language!” said death as he went by her side and put a hoof on her shoulder. Suddenly, luna started shivering.
“Is it cold in here, or…?”
“Nah, death just touched you.”
“Yeah.” he said
“some people say it’s an urban legend, that you get shivers from natural causes. Strange enough its actually true, one of the few myths that are actually true, might I add.”
“Umm, she can’t hear you…”
“Oh, woops, right.”
If his face was showing, he would probably be flushing a bright red, but being that he was both dead and basically never showed his face, it (thankfully) wasn’t noticeable.
“Wait, aren’t you going to pack up?”
“No, don’t you have something to do, places to go? I would really appreciate some company… one thousand years on the moon can really roughen up someone’s social skills.”
“Okay!” she said.
She noticed luna particularly fragile with this. The only pony that ever cared for her treated her very badly, and she seemed so lost, with nowhere else to go. Twilight felt very sorry for her. Death however, didn’t seem to share his hatred the same way he did for Celestia. At least, not in the few minutes they were together.
“Don’t worry luna, I plan to go to rarity’s place for a while, investigate a little. Look, the sun is coming up!” she pointed at the very horizon were miles and miles of water and sand could be seen. The sunlight barely kissed the top of earth, yet the water seemed to be glowing as magnificently as if it was noontime.
“So, beautiful.” said twilight, exasperated with eyes glowing with glee.
“Yeah, amazing.” said luna in an arrogant tone much like Gilda the griffon’s. She rolled her eyes and sighed.
“So are we going to rarity’s place? Or what?”
“Oh, uhh, yeah, sorry for getting a bit distracted there.” she smiled sheepishly and looked at her. Luna wasn’t looking at the sun. Not even at her. She just stared at her hoofs, kicking the dry cobblestone floor.
“Why are we going over there, anyways?” asked luna, keeping her eyes on her hoofs without blinking.
“Well, umm, it’s a long story, and it will probably only take longer to walk over there, so this is my story…” she siad as they started to jump one by one out of the balcony. The ivy that surrounded the balcony made for a great ladder.
-----------------------------six hours later----------------------
“Luna?” asked Celestia as she knocked on the door with her hoof.
It was closed shut. Only luna and the spell master knew the spell to open the door. Even her little sister sometimes needs her privacy once in a while.
“Look luna, I’m sorry, very sorry for yelling at you. I feel really bad for what happened. Just, I was stressed, I didn’t know what I was doing, just please, open up.” she truly did sound apologetic.
“Luna? Come on. Please? Stop being childish. This is serous business, all of equestria counts on you!” she was starting to get angry and frustrated.
All that anger she felt yesterday started to swirl back inside her, poured into her stomach, and came out her mouth.
“LUNA, I’M YOUR BIG SISTER AND I RESPECT YOUR PRIVACY, BUT BEING THAT IM OLDER I AM COMING IN ANYWAY!” she said.
She knew her lock wasn’t nearly as powerful as the one that held the discussion room/dining hall shut. She used a buffer up spell and charged towards the door. A clean cut was made right through the lock.
“Luna? She said as she realized she wasn’t anywhere to be found.
“Luna! It isn’t funny!” as fast as the anger came, it just, went away. Gone. She started to feel scared. What if she killed herself? Oh, what a horrible thing to think!
“She must be at the balcony!” she thought out loud.
She went outside. Nope. She wasn’t there, or anywhere for that matter. She just disappeared. Gone.
She looked out at the balcony, and wondered were she could possibly be. She looked outside at the sun. it was smack dab in the middle of the clear, blue sky. Noontime.
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Eclipse
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1479
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Comedy,Crossover,Random
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Portal: Ponyville
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Aperture in Equestria? No way...
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cancelled
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<p>Aperture Laboratories has found a way to the Pony world, and for some reason everypony is there, but no pony how they got there<br />This is a cancelled project, but had a funny bit i just couldn't resist when using Portal<br />I MAY CONTINUE WORKING ON THIS, just give me time</p>
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everyone
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2011-10-14T04:08:18+00:00
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Operation: Portal Testing Enviroment.
Location: Equestria
Exact Location: Ponyville
Test Subjects: Pinkmina Diane Pie, Twilight Sparkle, Rarity, Spike, Applejack, Rainbow Dash, Apple Bloom, Scootaloo, Sweetie Belle, Fluttershy, Macintosh, Celestia, Luna, Darkheart, Mister Clover, & Zacora
Rarity; Prolouge
“Hello, and welcome to your relaxation chamber. You have been proudly chosen to partake, to make sure that you are still mentally capable of function we ask of you to take a small physical exam.”
It was a robotic type voice, it had awoken Rarity. She looked around to see that she was in a small type room. It was a room, similar to the ones they all had in Ponyville. Rarity got up and looked around until the voice came back on.
“Good, now look at the ceiling, we will give you a second to shift the position of your neck to look up upon the ceiling.” The voice called out to her.
Rarity looked up at the ceiling, it wasn’t much, a dull gray ceiling. But she did it anyways, but instead was thinking of what she could do to pretty it up any. The voice snapped her suddenly from her thoughts.
“Excellent. Now look down to the floor, we will also give you a second to shift again.” The voice seemed to get louder each time she heard it.
Rarity looked to the floor, but suddenly her neck popped and she left out a small yelp of pain. She then picked up her head and twisted to the side a bit. The voice again broke her from what she was doing.
“This concludes the physical portion of your exam. Now direct your attention to the picture on the wall. Go up to it and stare into the picture.” The voice concluded.
Rarity moved towards the painting, it was of a small lighthouse and a little filly and their friends playing outside. Rarity thought that this was the best painting she’d seen for the longest time.
“We will now soothe you with calming classical music, Please remain staring at the painting.” The voice ended and Classical music turned on. It was an oldie, something not heard by Rarity in a long time. Not since she was a filly did she hear the sweet sounds of the calming music.
Rarity drifted off into her own reality, a place where she was back in Ponyville, happily married to her dream love. And that they had their own fillies running around with friends. The thought was calming, and kept her smiling for a while. That is until the damn thing decided to buzz at her. Rarity jumped and screamed, she was so relaxed then, that buzzer snapped her from it completely, and swiftly.
“This concludes your test, please return to your bed. Later on you should awake in your testing environment. Don’t be alarmed when this happens, it only means we are ready for you to start testing. You will be briefed when you are about to start testing. Please get plenty of rest to accommodate the long hours you will devote to the test. Thank you.” The voice ended, and the classical music came back on.
Rarity felt sleepy, but she wanted to look around the room a bit. So she turned from her bed and looked around the room. Dull white walls, bland mahogany desk, a bed that was almost un-useable, lumpy and stiff. There was a coffee cup or two lying around the desk and little side table. She picked up the coffee cup, no logo or anything on it. A bland white cup with ‘Drink’ written on it. “Why would I need such a useless thing?” she then put it down.
She moved to a toilet that was sparkling white, “Well at least the accommodations are nice,” then moved away. Rarity picked up a disc, “Why the hell would I need this? There’s not even a CD Player in sight.” There was a mirror in the room, and Rarity found herself staring into it. “How unforgiving sleep been to my hair, damn. What I wouldn’t give for a brush,” Rarity unable to fight off the sleep any longer, went to the bed and went to sleep.
Rarity; Chapter 1
Rarity awoke suspended in the air, she was confused. As she looked up she was dropped into a room. It was small room, with completely glass walls, a clock on the door that only read 12:00, and a couple of coffee cups on a non-functioning dirty toilet. “Ugh! That toilet is disgusting! I wish that I could clean it,” Rarity looked at it and was startled by a booming robotic voice, a male sounding one. But she didn’t know if robots had a gender though.
“Welcome to the official Portal Starting point, in a minute a Portal will open up directing you to the First test. Aperture Science is not responsible for any growths, tumors, or cranial hemorrhaging, but please feel free to tell a representative, and they can assist you to the infirmary. But you will have to return to the testing area after making your recovery. The portal will now open, please refrain from shooting portals too often, for exposure to the gun’s radiation, can be life threatening. Once you pass through the portal, you will not be able to speak. For the testing area doesn’t need any speech, from the testing subjects. Once you pass the barrier at the end of each test, your ability to talk will be restored. If you find yourself in a situation where you meet your future self, do not approach them. For it will bring upon a rip in the Space-Time continuum, therefore ending all life as we know it. Aperture Science appreciates your cooperation into our program. Please stand by as we open the portal for you.” The voice ended rather abruptly and Rarity thought it very strange.
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Eclipse
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1479
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Comedy,Crossover,Random
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Portal: Ponyville
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Aperture in Equestria? No way...
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cancelled
| 6 | 10 |
<p>Aperture Laboratories has found a way to the Pony world, and for some reason everypony is there, but no pony how they got there<br />This is a cancelled project, but had a funny bit i just couldn't resist when using Portal<br />I MAY CONTINUE WORKING ON THIS, just give me time</p>
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everyone
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2011-10-22T07:24:49+00:00
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I will be re-writing this, and such. I've always wanted to continue this, but amd usually preoccupied with other things, right now that would be school. But, this will be re-written spruced up and posted later on whilst I work on my numerous other fics that are taking over my story page, a lot of which are uploaded, but if you'd like a random line thrown in, hit me up. Portal is meant for randomness; don't be afraid to go all out
Turns out, ground up moon rocks are pure poison; I'm deathly ill
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cheif15
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1481
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Fluttershy,Original Character,Pinkie Pie,Adventure,Comedy,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
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Dances With Ponies
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A young colt looks for his special talent, but while loooking gets more than her bargained for
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incomplete
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everyone
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2011-10-14T04:33:42+00:00
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2011-10-14T04:33:42+00:00
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It was a warm afternoon in ponyville, the sun was high in the sky signaling high-noon as the sounds of birds chirping and the noises of small woodland animals could be heard. Suddenly the sound of a school bell chimed singling in the end of school as a collection of young colts and fillies walked out of the brightly colored school house. At the back of the students walked out two ponies. One a filly with a blonde mane and tail with red highlights, purplish pink hair blue eyes, and a reddish ribbon tied to the back of her hair and had a picture of a pencil and paintbrush on her left flank. The other pony was a young colt with light brown hair, a brown mane and tail, and green eyes. “So um Kat are you do you have anything planned for today?” The young colt asked the filly as they walked down the dirt road back into town. “Not really I just planned to go home why is there something you wanted to do today Fang?” Kat asked looking at her friend. “Well you see I’ve been saving money from my time working at the animal hospital, and well I wondering if you would like to get an afterschool snack with me at sugar-cube corner” Fang said rubbing his hoof against the ground shyly looking down.” Kat looked at Fang, a smirk coming across her face “Alright then Fang I’ll take you up on that offer… Race ya” Kat said as she bolted away from Fang in the direction to sugar cube corner.” “Hey that’s no fair!” Fang yelled as he bolted off after her.
After the race to Sugar Cube Corner, the two ponies found themselves sitting on two soft purple pillows at a table inside the store waiting for their order. “So Fang have you had any luck finding your cutie mark?” Kat asked. “No not really I thought that working at the animal hospital would help me find it but it hasn’t really worked out that well. I mean I love the job don’t get me wrong, however it seems that the only animals that don’t hate me there are the dogs.” Fang responded looking down at the floor. Kat smiled kindly at Fang and patted his head with her hoof. “It’s ok Fang I’m sure that you will find out what your special talent is”. Fang sighed “I hope your right”. At that moment a pink pony with pink poufy hair and three bright colored balloons on her flank bounced to their table with two ice cold bottles of apple juice and plate full of rainbow colored cupcakes. Fang took out a satchel of gold and gave it to the pink pony who smiled “Thank you very much!” The pink pony said in an excitable voice as she took the gold and bounced back into the store. “…Who was that?” Fang asked his eyes wide with confusion still looking at the store.” Kat took a cupcake and sip out of the apple juice “Oh her she moved here a little while ago her name is pinkie pie I believe, she has this thing for parties usually invites every pony in town. I’m kind of surprised you haven’t heard of her.” Kat said taking a bite out of the rainbow frosted cupcake. “Oh come on Kat you know that I don’t go to a lot of parties.” Fang said taking a bite out his cupcake. “Say do these taste better than usual?” Kat asked as she examined the cupcake. “Yeah, must’ve added a new ingredient or something, but they do taste pretty good!” Fang said taking another bite. “Kat seriously though I need some advice what should I do, I really want to get my mark, how did you do it?” Fang asked. “I already told you Fang it just happened; I mean you know I’ve always loved drawing so I just kept doing it till Bonbon gave me money to draw a picture for her. I drew the picture and now it’s hanging up in her room framed, and once I saw her reaction of how much she loved it, my cutie mark appeared.” Kat said proudly showing her mark. “Well at least I have an idea of what to look for” Fang shrugged as he began to munch down another cupcake. “Well it’s a good place to start” Kat said with a smile.
After Fang and Kat went their separate ways Fang headed home. As he walked to his house near everfree forest Fang saw pegasai placing dark clouds all over ponville thus darkening the sky. “Oh yeah I forgot we were scheduled for a storm today.” Fang thought as he trotted home a little faster. By the time Fang got into the house the sound of thunder rumbled the ground that the house was sitting on and a flash of lighting lit up the outside. “Mom, Dad are you guys home?” Fang called out as he entered the house. No one answered the house remained quiet. Fang sighed as the rain began to hit the window slowly and suddenly began to pour onto the house and roof. “Well looks like it’s going to be a somewhat quiet evening, Mom’s most likely going to be stuck in Canterlot all night because of the storm, and dads down in Appleloosa doing business. “ Might as well catch up on my reading I guess.” Fang thought to himself as he took a lantern upstairs to his room and placed it on his desk and opened the book on his desk. Fang looked through the book that catalogued all the animals of Equestria. “Hmmm parasprites… Sound like dangerous little things.” Fang thought to himself as he read the description of them. Just as he was about to turn the page a clash of thunder shook the two story house and threw Fang off his chair. Just as the shaking stop Fang got up and put the chair back up fortunately the lantern hadn’t fallen over. After the sound of the thunder stopped, Fang heard the sound of a howl coming from everfree forest. Fang took a look out his window and the howl came again, it sounded weak almost as if the animal sounded like it was in serious pain. Fang looked out widow and saw that it was still pouring rain and lightning lit up the sky in white. “Don’t worry Fang the animals of Everfree are known for taking care of themselves …which still sounds very strange to even think about.” He thought as he headed back to his desk.
A couple minutes later Fang found himself with a raincoat on and the lantern in his mouth dashing through everfree forest following the sound. Everfree forest was already difficult to see through because of the tall trees blocking out the sun, however since it was raining heavily and the sky was black it made it almost impossible to see anything. Still he dashed through the forest still being careful of his footing trying to make sure that he didn’t fall over anything. He ran as fast as he could through the forest trying to find the source of the noise As Fang began to get closer to the animal whatever it was, his hoof got caught on a root and went face planting into the ground and then ended up sliding down a mud hill and slamming his head against a rock. Fang cried out in pain as he felt a warm liquid start to run down his head and the world began to spin around him. He shook his head his body covered in mud and his cuts burning as the mud seeped into them. Even as he shook his head the world was still spinning and all was dark, he began looking for the lantern. He walked blindly through the surrounding area his head still throbbing and blood rushing down his head looking desperately for the lantern, a moment later he heard a crunch and felt a sharp pain in his leg as he looked down he found the lantern.
Fang closed his eyes and fell into a sitting position wiping the blood away from his head. As he finished trying to wipe the blood away from his head he heard the howling again it was close now very close. Fang opened his eyes and began to follow it to the source. Fang ran to it after a hundred feet he found what was making the noise. Fang didn’t know what he was looking at the darkness combined with the rain made it hard to figure out what it was. As he got a closer look he noticed that it looked like a dog no older than a pup. Fang tried to get closer to the pup but it growled at him, he took a step back on his bad hoof and ended up aching in pain which also caused his head which was still bleeding to throb. Fang took a good look at the pup and noticed that its foot was twisted and it couldn’t stand, from what he could tell the pup had sprained its leg most likely tripping over something in the storm. “Puppy listen please all I want to do is help you, I ran through this storm to find you now please let me help you.” Fang told the pup with sincerity in his eyes. The pup whimpered and stopped growling and put its head back down to the ground. Fang then went closer to pup and it just stared at him whimpering its eyes struggling in pain.
Fang looked at the pup but still couldn’t get any kind of definite detail about it or what breed it was due to the darkness, but at the moment that could wait the pup needed help and Fang couldn’t do anything for it here. He picked the pup up by the scruff of its neck by his teeth and placed the pup on his back, Fang wobbled a bit as his bad leg and his head started to throb again. Fang took a look around and squinted his eyes trying to figure out the direction that he came from. Suddenly he realized that the rain had stopped and so had the lightning in fact a wind was blowing the clouds away revealing the starry night sky and a beautiful full moon in the sky. While the forest still covered a lot of the light enough shined through so that Fang could see where he was going. Before they left the forest he picked up the broken lantern and began to limp home on his good leg the pup still whimpering. Fang smiled and limped home as the full moon and the stars guided him and the pup home his head still throbbing and his leg still in pain.
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Eclipse
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1482
| 1 |
Applejack,Discord,Original Character,Princess Luna,Rainbow Dash,Rarity,Twilight Sparkle,Adventure,Dark,Tragedy,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Gore
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The Ballad of the Used and Broken
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Celestia is dead, and so is her assailant...or...is he?
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hiatus
| -1 | -1 |
<p>The Death of Celestia released a force stronger than anypony had seen before, a maddened psychopath. Upon his return he crosses the site of a suicide, seeing the stallion upon the ground he rejuvinates him. The stallion despises him for reviving him to the infernal hell he'd just escaped. But he thirsted for vengence once again.<br/>Sequel to Luna's Vengeful Protege by Dr.Bob<br/>I'm doing a thing by having, 'regular chapters' where most chapters will only vary in the amount of words slightly<br/>okay, that's B.S. The chapters will vary greatly.</p><p>But some chapters are short, I'll get more serious with this another time.</p><p>I'm going to go through and revamp the chapters.<br/>The ballad of discord will be combined eventually so the chapters will probably get taken down.</p>
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teen
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2011-10-14T06:07:53+00:00
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2011-10-14T06:07:53+00:00
| 1,425 |
Nopony will ever understand. That thought ran through his mind, again and again, as he took a single step forward and claimed one final life...
Hunter awoke once more, a strange red alicorn before him, he rubbed his eyes, but it was all true. He was alive once again. He cursed the red Alicorn for bringing him back to the world that spited him. Everypony he knew would die, and everypony he'd respected would abandon him. But besides hating him for bringing him back to life, he felt a familiar urge, one of vengence and retribution. I'll get Luna for abandonning me the stallion thought to himself, I will make her pay for this treachery.
The large alicorn smiled at the stallion, "Your blade thirsts for blood once again, does it not?" the alicorn said to him in a gravely voice much like his own.
Hunter looked at him, "Everypony I'd trusted abandoned me and left me to die in a world that despises me. What makes you think I would trust you," Hunter said with spite in his voice
The red alicorn laughed, "Because like you, I was betrayed by everyone I trusted. But then again surely you've heard of me no?" The alicorn moved around in an unsteady pattern, as if in a state of dismay.
Hunter squinted, "No, and if you've got a point, you better damn well make it right now. Because my blade thirsts for blood, and if you continue to piss me off, it's yours it will taste." he replied increasingly agitated by being revived after knowingly, and willingly killing himself.
The red alicorn's eyes widened, "I get to teach you something then? Oh goody, i've been dreadfully out of contact for the past 1376 years, you must excuse my dismay. I have not seen anypony for years. But did you know that the great Princess Celestia is dead?" The red alicorn's eyes pulsated with excitement.
Hunter nodded, "Yes, I was her assailant. She'd left me for dead over a thousand years ago, and I returned the favour to the bitch," he replied. "Now unless that was your point, you'd better hurry up before you get a nice snug fitting of my hoof up your ass!" he remarked.
The alicorn's eyes lit up, "You singlehoovedly killed the 'great' Celestia! Oh even better! Forgive me, but I am going to need your name. If you just must know, my name is Eclipse. A bringer of madness, but not chaos. No I leave that up to my friend." Eclipse chuckled slightly.
Hunter sterned his look, "Why in the hell would I give you my goddamn name? Riddle me that you stupid son of a bitch!" Hunter's remarks got increasingly angered and cruel. As Hunter himself became utterly irate.
Eclipse smiled, "To recruit you! I've been looking for a protege, and you haven't heard of me, so that's a good start. We have something to converse about!" he was cut abruptly by an outburst from Hunter.
"GET TO THE GODDAMN POINT ALREADY! I'M TIRED OF LISTENING TO YOU BABBLE ON LIKE A DUMBASS!" Hunter's tone was furious, no, completely irate. Hunter's expression was not one of interest, but one of a mix of anger, despair, and desire for his retribution.
Eclipse scoffed slightly, "I'm not surprised my sister's would hide my existance. After seeing what she'd do to me, it's no wonder she'd leave everypony out to die." Eclipse finished changing to a more serious tone, now looking straight at Hunter himself.
Hunter's expression changed to a puzzled look, "Who exactly are you talking about. If you were a Royal, surely I'd have heard about you!" Hunter didn't believe what Eclipse was saying. He thought Eclipse was just blowing smoke.
Eclipse chuckled, "All part of my sisters' little conspiracy. Keep me hidden to, 'avoid panic amonst ponies.'" Eclipse trotted around angrilly now. "They only banished me because I am stronger, they fear me. And Celestia would be rolling in her grave if anypony ever found out. But here we are, talking, both harboring that desire for retribution we've awaited for so long! And no pony can stop us, me and you kid! We'd be unstoppable!" Eclipse moved closer to Hunter.
Hunter just glanced at Eclipse, not sure of what he wanted, but one thing was certain, he was strong looking. But Hunter couldn't bear to have himself abondoned again, so he swiftly turned. And backed away from Eclipse slowly
Eclipse followed him, "You do want retribution for what your 'leader' has done to you right? Given you a deed, then abandoned you? I won't do the same, me and you could rule Equestria together, you being higher then I of course." Eclipse smiled, "Are you in, or not?" Eclipse finally inquired.
Hunter looked reluctantly back and forth. He finally sighed and replied, "Fine, but do the same, I will personnally skin your hide. Comprende?" Hunter said sternly
Eclipse smiled, "I've got it, now come. We're going to pay my friend a little visit."
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Eclipse
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1482
| 2 |
Applejack,Discord,Original Character,Princess Luna,Rainbow Dash,Rarity,Twilight Sparkle,Adventure,Dark,Tragedy,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Gore
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The Ballad of the Used and Broken
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Celestia is dead, and so is her assailant...or...is he?
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hiatus
| -1 | -1 |
<p>The Death of Celestia released a force stronger than anypony had seen before, a maddened psychopath. Upon his return he crosses the site of a suicide, seeing the stallion upon the ground he rejuvinates him. The stallion despises him for reviving him to the infernal hell he'd just escaped. But he thirsted for vengence once again.<br/>Sequel to Luna's Vengeful Protege by Dr.Bob<br/>I'm doing a thing by having, 'regular chapters' where most chapters will only vary in the amount of words slightly<br/>okay, that's B.S. The chapters will vary greatly.</p><p>But some chapters are short, I'll get more serious with this another time.</p><p>I'm going to go through and revamp the chapters.<br/>The ballad of discord will be combined eventually so the chapters will probably get taken down.</p>
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teen
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2011-10-14T07:23:27+00:00
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2011-10-14T07:23:27+00:00
| 1,157 |
Hunter reluctantly followed closely behind Eclipse, as he pass by all of the very structures he once knew were graffitid and mostly in rubble. How long exactly was I dead he thought to himself. A familiar scenario from his childhood, rubble, crimson stains upon the ground, and bodies of ponies, and ponies left out to simply die. Luna, his once trusted leader, has abandoned everypony, just as Celestia had abandoned him.
Eclipse stopped, causing Hunter to run into him. But after a few seconds he returned to reality, snapping from his thoughts. Eclipse lightly smiled, "Oh Twilight Sparkle, where arrreee yoooou?" He said in a sing-songy tone.
A small voice replied, "When does the madman march?" she asked, mystifying Hunter in the perceivingly clever riddle.
Eclipse smiled and replied, "When good ol' Big Ben chimes, halfway to midnight."
The voice replied, "Correct, now part two." The pony cleared her throat, "Where is the sound coming from, and what does it sound like?"
Hunter baffled by the riddle and codes they'd created, couldn't follow anything of what was going on. So he just sat back and listened to them answer each other.
Eclipse chuckled, "There under the floorboard, it's the sound of the beating of his hideous heart. Beating like the sound a watch makes when enveloped in cotton." As he finished that a door opened slowly, and a lavender unicorn gestured them inside. "After you Hunter," Eclipse said pushing the lost stallion inside the door frame.
Once inside the door slammed, and all that was heard was the echo of clicking locks. That radiated throughout the hollowed-out tree.
Eclipse approached the lavender unicorn and began speaking to her, "What's the report from Canterlot? Is anything salvagable there?" Eclipse's voice shifting into a business type tone, one that was a 'no bullshit' kind of thing.
The lavender pony looked down, "Unfortunately not, Luna's troops destroyed it when forcing everypony out of the city. But everything can be rebuilt, but it will take time. We need Luna, taken care of..." The lavender unicorn moved over to Hunter examining him slowly, "Who's the new guy?" she inquired softly.
Eclipse suddenly remembering, "Ah yes! Hunter, this is Twilight Sparkle, Twilight Sparkle, this is Hunter." Eclipse pushed Hunter closer to Twilight and gestured him to shake her hoof and say something.
Hunter opened his mouth, "Hello Twilight, nice to meet you, i suppose. Given the circumstances, you're all lucky to be alive." Hunter said with the same melancholy monotone gravely voice of his.
Twilight lightly smiled, "We owe our survival to Eclipse here. He saved us from Luna's troops, when we took our trip to Canterlot, unfotunately they got my faithful assistant Spike. We couldn't save him, and the remaining troops took his body away. With his bones we can revive him, but it will take more energy, to form new mucsle and tissue and cells of all kinds." Twilight moved to the bookshelves now half empty, or half full. "I used to be Celestia's 'Faithful student' but then i found she just wanted me away so she could destroy Equestria piece by piece." Twilight's tone changed to a weeping, but infuriated tone. "I will never again serve Celestia, her name disgusts me, and her morals, simply misguided." she finally finished
Hunter couldn't control his outburst, "I was with Luna, and after finishing my deed assassinating Celestia, and for so many years I awaited Luna to embrace me back. But no, she threw me out like common garbage! Now my very blade is out for the taste of Luna's blood, I hunger for retribution. I will not be stopped in my quest to destroy Princess Luna!" He noticed his voice had gotten loud and echoed throughout the hollow library, and he immediately quieted, no longer uttering a peep.
Twilight's eyes brightened, "Eclipse, this is exactly the stallion we were looking for! His anger, his desire for revenge! Not to mention his connections with Luna! This is exactly what we've been looking for. But he's probably rusty, Rainbow Dash, Applejack, and Rarity should be able to help you. They're in what remains of Carousel Boutique, they'll ask, 'When does the madman speak?' and you'll reply..." Twilight was cut off.
Hunter replied, "A quarter to three, shall the madman speak to me."
Twilight smiled, "Great, you've got it. the next part is, 'What is secured in the pipe?'" she finished.
Hunter stayed quiet, not being able to answer this one. Slightly embarrassed after answering a question before perfectly.
Twilight chuckled heartily, but softly and replied, "You will reply, 'Amontillado' okay?" Her smile connecting her cheeks in a way that was somewhat comforting. "Now go, if anypony asks. This meeting never, ever happened!" she opened the door letting the two stallions out of the library, and receded back inside, with only the noticable click of the locks.
Eclipse moved towards Hunter, "come, we have much to accomplish young one. You're very strong and determined, but your skills are rusty. You must train, go seek the ponies. You musn't forget the passcodes." Eclipse said now walking away and condesing in a thick cloud of smoke and floating off.
Hunter nodded slightly, and made his way to the ponies. Prepared for the worst possible situation available.
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Eclipse
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1482
| 3 |
Applejack,Discord,Original Character,Princess Luna,Rainbow Dash,Rarity,Twilight Sparkle,Adventure,Dark,Tragedy,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Gore
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The Ballad of the Used and Broken
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Celestia is dead, and so is her assailant...or...is he?
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hiatus
| -1 | -1 |
<p>The Death of Celestia released a force stronger than anypony had seen before, a maddened psychopath. Upon his return he crosses the site of a suicide, seeing the stallion upon the ground he rejuvinates him. The stallion despises him for reviving him to the infernal hell he'd just escaped. But he thirsted for vengence once again.<br/>Sequel to Luna's Vengeful Protege by Dr.Bob<br/>I'm doing a thing by having, 'regular chapters' where most chapters will only vary in the amount of words slightly<br/>okay, that's B.S. The chapters will vary greatly.</p><p>But some chapters are short, I'll get more serious with this another time.</p><p>I'm going to go through and revamp the chapters.<br/>The ballad of discord will be combined eventually so the chapters will probably get taken down.</p>
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teen
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2011-10-14T09:14:43+00:00
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2011-10-14T09:14:43+00:00
| 1,154 |
Hunter made his way, looking around the detroyed buildings. Though most of the wrting on them said 'LUNA FTW', and 'WHERE'S MY SALVATION BITCH!' Most of them were just a disarray of madness with absolutely no ryhme or reason to them. As if everypony had gone insane and lost all ability to make sense. Though they were all enough to make him chuckle, except ones supporting Luna which he immediately proceeded to punch holes through every time he saw one.
Luna's troops hadn't left much of the place, whilst they were inside, it appears that Luna's troops collected the bodies and piled them in a corner, or shoved them on sticks showcasing them about as 'intimidation factor.' Hunter's face alone would be enough to make anypony feel uncomfortable, Hunter was not a pony you want to mess with, and it definately showed in his eyes. Ever his yeras in suspension, he had a lot of time to think, contemplating his entire existance. And in that last fateful moment when he leapt off the edge of his balcony, he'd given up all hope. Thought that everypony in Equestria would never understand him, and still he believed it, though he was starting to believe that this was his true calling, to survive to take both of the Princess sisters to their knees, and ultimately, to their deaths,
He finally came upon a mostly intact building with a sign that lazily hung slightly broken and hanging to the left. All it read was, 'Car sel B ut que' though he connected the dots rather quickly than he'd expected himself to. His expectations for himself were low, but they were getting gradually higher at every turn. He knocked loudly on the door, the knock booming throughout the mostly empty building.
A crisp, southern voice answered asking the code question, "When does tha madman speak?"
Hunter replied confidently, "A quarter to three, the madman soeaks to me." backing away from the door slowly as gestured by the mare.
She chuckled, "What does tha pipe hold?" she inquired again, not expecting an answer from the lost looking pony. Waiting for him to mess up, so they can 'rough him up' a little.
Hunter smirked, "Amotillado," he replied arrogantly, shocking the mare as she opened the door swiftly gesturing him inside, looking around for anypony suspicious looking.
The mare closed the door and locked it, the same click of the locks echoing worse in here than in the library, though this place was mostly empty. The place had been looted, but apparently with Eclipse present, the troops gave the town a wide berth. Afraid of what the 'Maddened pony' would do to them. Hunter started imagining all of the horrible things Eclipse could do if her wanted to, he could kill anypony in front of him. Using a swift pulse of magic to destroy all of us, everypony in all of Equestria.
Hunter was snapped from his thoughts by the southern, orange earth mare, "So, Twi' sent ya' huh? I'd reckon they picked a strong one, he ain't the most flourescent bulb in tha box. Names, Applejack, that there's Rainbow Dash," she said pointing to a pegasus with a rainbow mane, and a cast aroung her wing, "And that there's Rarity," she said pointing to a white unicorn with a purple twisting mane, which had obviously seen better days.
Hunter looked around, slowly easing into his situation, "I'm Hunter, I was more so sent by Eclipse. He found me after I leapt from my balcony. Hoping to end my worthless existance, but unfortunately, fate can be cruel. I now know, I'm not meant to die. I'm meant to rule Equestria the right way, and I will never, i repeat, never leave anypony in need I know I can help to die in the same indescent way I was left to die by everypony's precious little 'Celestia.' I shall do whatever it takes to make all right in Equestria." Hunter was impressesed with how he was talking, he'd never said so much to anypony he didn't know, he'd only spoken that much to his former leader, friend, and instructor, and new target, Luna.
Rarity smiled, "That's the kind of spirit we need around here. We'd be proud to serve someone of your stature, but you're here to work on your battle techniques, no?" Rarity said with a giggle at the end
Hunter nodded, and broke his tough guy look, by cracking a smile. Aware of what he'd done, he retracted the smile, once again frowning, and drowning out all emotiong with the anguish and anger he felt deep within him, coursing throughout his mind.
Rainbow Dash went up to Hunter, "Alright Hunter, You will listen to exactly what I say..err...what we say. Got it?" she said trying to sound tough, though finding it hard without her wings she usually used to visually express.
Hunter nodded, "Yes Ma'am, I will do whatever you say. For the sake of Equestria, for the sake of the retribution of everypony wrongly killed, and wrongly brought into the sister's quarrel." He stood firmly, standing his ground menacingly.
"Excellent," all three of the mares said. "Let's get you started on it then."
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MarineMarksman
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1483
| 1 |
Doctor Whooves,Main 6,Original Character,Other,Princess Luna,Crossover,Adventure,Comedy,Random,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
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Red vs. Blue: The Equestrian Gulch Chronicles
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It's Red Vs. Blue pony style, what else do you want?
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cancelled
| 47 | 7 |
<p>This fic follows the story of the ponies of the Red and Blue Teams, stationed at Equestrian Gulch Outpost Alpha in their struggles each other. But the teams will soon realize that there is more than meets the eye, a truth that will unite the mortal enemies. Conspiracy, action, romance, comedy! What else could one possibly ask for?!</p><p>Cast: </p><p>Princess Luna as Church<br/>Fluttershy as Doc<br/>Rainbow Dash as Agent Tex<br/>Pinkie Pie as Donut<br/>Vicktor (O.C.) as Vic/Vic Jr<br/>Applejack as Grif<br/>Big Mac as Sarge<br/>Twilight Sparkle as Simmons<br/>Lavernius (O.C.) as Tucker<br/>Doctor Whooves as Lopez<br/>Derpy Hooves as Caboose<br/>Whiplash (O.C.) as Agent Washington<br/>Soarin' as Agent New York<br/>Spike as Junior<br/>Discord as Agent Wyoming<br/>Nightmare Moon as O'Malley</p>
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teen
|
2011-10-15T02:37:05+00:00
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2011-10-15T02:37:05+00:00
| 4,268 |
Two ponies climbed up onto the top of the Red base, one clad in maroon armor, named Twilight "Simmons" Sparkle, the other in orange armor, named Applejack. They stood there, overlooking the box canyons landscape. Twilight turned to Applejack.
"Hey Applejack?" Twilight said.
"Yeah?" Applejack replied.
"Have you ever wondered why we're here?" Twilight asked.
"Is one ah life’s great mysteries ain't it? Why are we here? Ah mean, are we the product ah some cosmic coincidence, or is Celestia really a goddess that created everything an' is now watching everything? Ya know, wit' a plan fer us an' stuff. Ah don’ know, sugarcube. But it keeps me up at night."
"...What? I mean why are we out here, in this canyon."
"Oh. Uh... yeah." Applejack rubbed her hoof along her neck.
"What was all that stuff about the Goddesses?"
"Um... hm? Nothing." Applejack said quickly.
"You wanna talk about it?" Twilight asked, her face showing concern.
"No."
"You sure?"
"Yes'm." Applejack was getting annoyed.
"Seriously though. Why are we out here? Far as I can tell, it's just a box canyon in the middle of no where."
"Mhmm." Applejack nodded.
"The only reason we set up a Red Base here, is because they have a Blue Base over there. And the only reason they have a Blue Base over there, is because we have a Red Base here."
"Yeah. That's cus we're fighting each other."
"No no. But I mean, even if we were to pull out today, and if they would come take our base, they would have two bases in the middle of a box canyon. Whoopdee-fucking-doo."
"What's up wit' that anyway?" Applejack asked, confusion and annoyance plain on her face. "Ah mean, ah signed on ta fight some aliens. Next thing ah know, Master Chief’s gone an' blown up the entire Covenant armada an' ah’m stuck in the middle of nowhere, fightin' a bunch of blue ponies."
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Meanwhile, on the edge of a nearby cliff, a pony in cobalt armor, named Luna, is watching the two Reds with the scope of her sniper rifle. Sitting behind her is a pony named Lavernius, or Tucker, who is wearing cyan armor.
"What are they doing?" Tucker asked.
Luna looked away from the scope of the sniper rifle and turned to Tucker. "What?!" she asked, aggravated.
"I said, what are they doing?" Tucker repeated.
"God damn, I'm so sick of answering that question."
"You have the fucking rifle, I can’t see shit. Don’t start to bitch at me cause I'm not gonna sit up here and play with my di-"
Luna quickly interrupted Tucker. "Okay look, they’re just standing there, and talking. That's all they're doing. That’s all they ever do, is just stand there and talk. That’s what they were doing last week, that’s what they were doing when you asked me five minutes ago. So, five minutes from now, when you ask me, 'What are they doing?' my answer's gonna be, 'They’re still just talking, and they're still just standing there'.” Both of them fall silent for a few minutes.
"What're they talking about?"
"You know what? I fucking hating you." Luna states angrily.
"Yeah, yeah. You know you love me." Tucker teased.
Luna facehoofed before turning back to her sniper rifle, looking back at the Reds.
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"Talk bout' a waste of resources." Applejack began. "Ah mean, we should be out there findin' newer and intelligent forms of life, ya know, fight em'."
"Yeah, no shit. That's why they should put us in charge." Twilight pointed out.
"Hey ladies!" shouted Big Macintosh or Sarge, a large colt in red armor. "Front and center on the double!"
"Fuck!" Twilight said to herself.
"Yes sir!" Applejack called out to Big Mac. The two Reds walked down the ramp that led up to the top of the base and walked towards the waiting Sergeant, who was tapping his right forehoof impatiently.
"Hurry up ladies! This ain't no ice cream social!" Big Mac called out to the two mares.
Twilight and Applejack stopped and exchanged looks. "Ice cream social?" Twilight asked.
"Stop the pillow talk you two! Anyone wanna guess why I gathered you here today?" Big Mac asked the two.
"Um... is it because the war is over an' ya're sendin' us home?" Applejack asked, a confused look on her face.
"That's exactly it, Private." Big Mac stated mockingly. "War's over. We won. Turns out you're the big hero and we're going to hold a parade in your honor. I get to drive the float, and Twilight here, IS IN CHARGE OF CONFETTI!!"
"Ah'm no stranger ta sarcasm, sir." said Applejack.
"Goddamn it Private! Shut your mouth or I'll have Sparkle here slit your throat in your sleep!"
"Oh I'd do it, too." Twilight said with a wink.
"I know you would, Twilight. Good mare." Big Mac paused for a few moments before speaking again. "Couple of things today ladies. Command has seen fit to increase our ranks here at Equestrian Gulch Outpost Number One."
"Oh crap. We're gettin' a rookie." said Applejack.
"That's right, dead pony. Our new recruit will be here within the week, but today we recieved the first part of our shipment from Command." Applejack and Twilight exchanged looks as Big Mac turned towards the base. "Lopez, bring up the vehicle!" A large, armor plated, jeep like vehicle rolled up to the three reds, a pony in brown armor who looks similar to Doctor Whooves in the front seat.
"Shotgun!" Twilight called out.
"Shotgun!" Applejack called out a split second later, before realizing it was too late. "Fuck!"
Big Mac cleared his throat. "May I introduce you to our new light reconnaissance vehicle." Big Mac motioned to the jeep. "It has four inch armor plating, mag bumper suspension, a mounted machine gunner position, and total seating for three. Gentlecolts, this is the M12 LRV! I like to call it the Warthog."
"Why warthog, sir?" Applejack asked.
"Because M12 LRV is too hard to say in conversation, son."
"Ah know, but why Warthog? Ah mean, it ain't look much like a pig."
Big Mac's face showed confusion, as he paused and thought about what Applejack just said. "Say that again."
"Ah think it looks more like a Puma." Applejack pointed out.
"What in Sam Hell is a Puma?" Big Mac asked.
"Uh... you mean like the horseshoe company?" Twilight asked.
"No, it's a big cat. Like a lion."
"You're making that up." Big Mac stated.
"Ah'm tellin' ya, it's a real animal!"
"Twilight, I want you to poison Applejack's next meal."
"Yes, sir!" Twilight replied.
Big Mac pointed at the front of the Warthog. "Look, see these two tow hooks? They look like tusks and what kind of animal has tusks?"
"A walrus." Applejack replied.
"Didn't I just tell you to stop making up animals?!"
/-/-/-/
Back at the cliff, the two blues were still watching the reds.
"What is that thing?" Tucker asked.
Luna lowered her rifle and turned back to Tucker. "I don't know, man. Looks like they've got some sorta car down there. We'd better get back to base and report it."
Tucker was taken aback. "A car?! How come they get a car?!"
"What are you complaining about, man? We're about to get a tank in the very next drop."
"You can't pick up chicks in a tank." Tucker pointed out, disappointed.
"Oh you know what? You could bitch about anything couldn't you? We're about to get a tank, and you're worried about chicks. What chicks are we gonna pick up, man? And secondly, how are you gonna pick up chicks in a car that looks like that? Besides, I'm a chick, so it doesn't really matter to me."
Tucker sighed. "What kind of car is it?"
Luna looked back the Reds and the vehicle with her sniper rifle. "I dunno, I've never seen a car like that before. It looks like a... uh... like a big cat of some kind."
"What? Like a Puma?"
"Yeah, man, there you go."
/-/-/-/
"So unless anybody has anymore mythical creatures to suggest as a name for the new vehicle, we're going to stick with the Warthog. How about it, Applejack?" asked Big Mac, teasingly.
"No, sir. No more suggestions."
"Are you sure? How about Bigfoot?"
"It's okay."
"Unicorn?"
"Sir, Unicorns are real." Twilight pointed out, pointing her hoof at her horn.
"Eeyup... thank you Private. What about a Sasquatch?"
"Leprechaun?" Twilight asked.
"Hey, he ain't need any help, Sparkle." Applejack pointed out, agitation apparent in her voice.
"Pheonix?" Big Mac asked.
"Those are real too, sir." Twilight pointed out.
"Shut up Sprinkles!" Big Mac ordered.
"Yes, sir!"
"Celestia kill me now..." Applejack muttered to herself.
"Hey Twilight, what's the name of that Mexican lizard? Eats all the goats."
"Uh... I believe that would be the chupacabra, sir."
"Hey Applejack, chupathingy! How about that? I like it, gotta ring to it."
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Red vs. Blue: The Equestrian Gulch Chronicles
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It's Red Vs. Blue pony style, what else do you want?
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cancelled
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<p>This fic follows the story of the ponies of the Red and Blue Teams, stationed at Equestrian Gulch Outpost Alpha in their struggles each other. But the teams will soon realize that there is more than meets the eye, a truth that will unite the mortal enemies. Conspiracy, action, romance, comedy! What else could one possibly ask for?!</p><p>Cast: </p><p>Princess Luna as Church<br/>Fluttershy as Doc<br/>Rainbow Dash as Agent Tex<br/>Pinkie Pie as Donut<br/>Vicktor (O.C.) as Vic/Vic Jr<br/>Applejack as Grif<br/>Big Mac as Sarge<br/>Twilight Sparkle as Simmons<br/>Lavernius (O.C.) as Tucker<br/>Doctor Whooves as Lopez<br/>Derpy Hooves as Caboose<br/>Whiplash (O.C.) as Agent Washington<br/>Soarin' as Agent New York<br/>Spike as Junior<br/>Discord as Agent Wyoming<br/>Nightmare Moon as O'Malley</p>
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teen
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2011-10-22T01:21:28+00:00
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2011-10-22T01:21:28+00:00
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Twilight and Applejack stood on top of the base, talking as usual. Twilight had an annoyed look on her face.
"Hey, that's not exactly what happened." Twilight pointed out.
"Yes'm, it is. Ya said 'Ah'm not going ta the Pegas Quadrant,' and then the next thing ah know, yer in an escape pod headed for-" Applejack responded, before a pink pony in red armor bounced up, interrupting them.
"Hi sirs!" she practically shouted.
"Sirs?" Twilight said, a confused look on her face while she and Applejack shared a glance.
"Ah crap..." Applejack muttered to herself.
"I was told to report to Equestria Gulch Number One, and speak to whoever is in charge!" the pink pony said, bouncing excitedly in place.
"Sorry mare, Sarge is at command getting orders. Ain't nobody in charge today." Applejack said.
"Actually Private, he left me in charge while he's gone." Twilight pointed out.
"Ya are such a kiss-ass." Applejack retorted.
"He also told me if I had any trouble from you I should... *clears her throat* 'Git in the Warthog, 'nd crush yer head like a tomato can." Twilight said, giving a horrible impression of Sarges voice.
"That be the worst impression Ah ever done heard." Applejack said.
"Okay rookie, what's your story." Twilight asked.
"Private Donut, sir, reporting for duty. You can also call me Pinkie Pie. I'm ready to fight some aliens and party like there is no tomarrow!" Pinkie said excitedly.
"Couple of things ere', rookie." Applejack started. "First off, Private Donut? Ah think someone needs a new nickname. Secondly, what's with the armor color?"
"This is the standard issue red." Pinkie pointed out.
"Yeah, ah know. Only two kinds of ponies wear standard issue armor: Officers and recruits. And since ya aren't threatenin' ta gut meh like a fish, yer probably not an officer." Applejack said.
"But she's wearing red armor!" Pinkie protested, pointing at Twilight.
"No, my armor is maroon. Your armor is red." Twilight pointed out.
"Well, then how do I get a different color armor?" Pinkie asked.
Applejack let out a long sigh. "Ah bet them blues ain't have to put up with this crap."
Meanwhile, on the other side of the canyon, Luna, Tucker, and a gray Pegasus with long, blonde hair, clad in blue armor, are overlooking their brand new tank.
"So I say to the guy," the gray Pegasus began, "'how're you gonna get the tank down to the planet?' and he goes, 'I'll just put it on the ship' and I go, 'if you've got a ship that can carry a tank, why not just put guns on the ship and use it instead?'"
"Hey kid." Tucker said quickly.
"Yeah?" the Pegasus asked.
"Shut up, you're ruining the moment."
"Oh... you got it... man!" she said, her eyes starting to wander.
"You know what?" Luna asked. "I could blow up all of Equestria with this thing."
"Okay, Private Donut, here's the deal." Twilight started.
"Ah jus' rafuse ta call her Donut." Applejack said.
"Then call her Pinkie." Twilight said. "Anyways, we've got a very important mission for you. Think you can handle it?"
"Uh huh!" Pinkie said, beaming at the two.
"We need you to go to the store, and get two quarts of elbow grease." Twilight said.
"Eeyup, and some rope." Applejack said.
"You and your fucking rope..." Twilight muttered.
"Oh! And get sum headlight fluid for teh Puma ta."
"The what?" Pinkie asked.
"She means the warthog." Twilight pointed out.
"Ya do know where teh store is, right rookie?" Applejack asked.
"What? Yeah, yeah, I know where it is, no problem!" Pinkie said.
"Well, get going, then." Twilight said.
"Okie dokie lokie!" Pinkie said, bouncing across the base.
"Wrong way, Pinkie!" Twilight called out.
Pinkie stopped and turned around, bouncing back. "Oops! I knew that!" she said as she bounced passed them and down the ramp. Twilight and Applejack watched her bounce away from the base.
"How long do you think it will be before she realizes there is no store?" Twilight asked Applejack.
"Ah say bout' a week."
Pinkie continued bouncing through the canyon, until stopping and thinking for a second. "Elbow grease? How stupid do they think I am? Once I get back with that headlight fluid and some rope, I'm going to talk to the Sergeant about this." she said, before continuing to bounce through the canyon.
"You know what?" Tucker said, "Forget what I said before. We can definitely pick up mares in this thing. Probably two or three a piece."
Luna turned towards Tucker, an annoyed scowl on her face. "Oh man, listen to you. What're you going to do with two mares?"
"Luna, mares are like Voltron. The more you hook up, the better it gets."
Twilight and Applejack watched the pink pony bounce away farther and farther from the Red Base. Twilight turned to Applejack, her face showing concern.
"You think we were too hard on her?" Twilight asked.
"Nope." Applejack said, her neck raising a little. "She'll jus wander round' the canyon fer a few hours. What's teh worst that could happen?"
Pinkie Pie overlooked the Blue Base, or the store, as she thought it was. "Finally! That must be it!" Pinkie said happily, bouncing towards it. She noticed the scorpion tank next to the base. Her smile grew twice its size. "Sweet! They sell tanks! I hope they also sell cupcakes! Yum!"
Authors note - Sorry to cut this short, but time was short, and I wanted to get this out. Expect a longer chapter next time.
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MarineMarksman
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1483
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Doctor Whooves,Main 6,Original Character,Other,Princess Luna,Crossover,Adventure,Comedy,Random,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
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Red vs. Blue: The Equestrian Gulch Chronicles
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It's Red Vs. Blue pony style, what else do you want?
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cancelled
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<p>This fic follows the story of the ponies of the Red and Blue Teams, stationed at Equestrian Gulch Outpost Alpha in their struggles each other. But the teams will soon realize that there is more than meets the eye, a truth that will unite the mortal enemies. Conspiracy, action, romance, comedy! What else could one possibly ask for?!</p><p>Cast: </p><p>Princess Luna as Church<br/>Fluttershy as Doc<br/>Rainbow Dash as Agent Tex<br/>Pinkie Pie as Donut<br/>Vicktor (O.C.) as Vic/Vic Jr<br/>Applejack as Grif<br/>Big Mac as Sarge<br/>Twilight Sparkle as Simmons<br/>Lavernius (O.C.) as Tucker<br/>Doctor Whooves as Lopez<br/>Derpy Hooves as Caboose<br/>Whiplash (O.C.) as Agent Washington<br/>Soarin' as Agent New York<br/>Spike as Junior<br/>Discord as Agent Wyoming<br/>Nightmare Moon as O'Malley</p>
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teen
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2011-12-03T01:16:48+00:00
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2011-12-03T01:16:48+00:00
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The Blues stood in front of the tank, still admiring it. After a long couple of moments, Luna finally spoke up.
"Yeah I'll let you in on a little secret, I've uh... I've actually got a girl back home." Luna stated, a small brush spreading across her face.
"Wait, you're a fillyfooler?" Tucker asked.
"Sort of. I'm bi." Luna stated, her blush growing larger.
After a long pause, Tucker spoke up again. "Can I watch?"
"Shut up!" Luna practically screamed at him.
"Bow chicka wow wow!" Tucker called out, before noticing that Luna was glaring at him. Tucker was thankful glares couldn't kill.
"Okay, okay! So, is she your fillyfriend, or your wife?" Tucker asked.
"No, man, she's just my fillyfriend, ya know? We were gonna get married, but I got shipped out... ah, you know how it works." Luna said, her glare dissipating.
"Oh, well, you gonna marry her when you get back? Tucker asked.
Before Luna could answer, the Rookie spoke up. "I'm not gonna get married. My dad always said, 'Why buy the cow when you can get the milk for free?'"
Luna shot the Rookie an annoyed glance. "Hey, rookie.. did you just call my fillyfriend a cow?"
"No, I think she called her a slut!" Tucker said, a sly smirk spreading across his face. Luna glared at him, before turning her attention back to the Rookie.
"I'll tell you what, noob, I could sit out here and listen to you insult my girlfriend all day long," Luna began, her scowl starting to lighten, "but as it turns out, I got a lot more important job for you to do."
"Great!" The Rookie stated, beaming at the alicorn.
"See, we've got this... General..." Luna began.
Tucker nodded dumbly, catching onto Luna's game. "Right, the General guy."
Luna cleared her throat and continued. "...who likes to come by and make random inspections of bases. So what I'm gonna have you do, is I'm gonna have you go in the base, and stand right next to the flag at attention, just in case he decides to come by."
"When is he coming by?" The Rookie asked, one of her eyes wandering.
"It really creeps me out when she does that..." Tucker muttered. Luna elbowed him in the side.
"We never know. Could be today, could be a week from now." Luna answered for Tucker.
"You want me to stand at attention for a week?" The Rookie asked in a confused manner, her eye continuing to wander.
"You know, you don't sound very grateful." Luna stated, staring down at the Rookie. "This is the most important job at the whole base! You're gonna be right there with the flag."
"What's so important about the flag?" The Rookie asked. Tucker just stared at her wandering eyes, bewildered.
"Oh, come on, don't they teach you fillies anything in training?" Luna asked, rolling her eyes.
"They didn't tell us anything about a flag. Why is it so important?" The Rookie asked.
"Because it's the flag, mare, you know, it's the f... it's the flag, it's..." Luna glanced at Tucker, smacking his flank with his tail, knocking him out of his trance. "Tucker, you tell her why the flag is so important."
"Well... it's... it's complicated. Uh... It's blue, we're blue." Tucker stated, trying to think of what to say.
"It's just important, okay?" Luna stated, annoyed. "Trust us. So when the General comes by, the first thing he's gonna want to do is inspect the flag."
"Right." Tucker agreed.
"So just go in there, you know, far away from us, and wait for him." Luna said sternly.
The Rookie nodded and started walking towards the base, but stopped half way there and turned back to the two other blues. "Uh, how will I know when I see him?" She asked.
"There's only three of us out here, rookie. He's gonna be the guy that doesn't look like one of us." Tucker responded.
"Now get in there, and don't come out!" Luna shouted at her. As the Rookie entered the Blue Base, Luna turned back to Tucker. "By the Goddesses... that filly is dumber than you are."
"You mean she's dumber than you are." Tucker responded, shooting a sly smirk at her.
Luna rolled her eyes. "Wow, Tucker, that was a great come-back." She said, before sticking her tongue out at him.
The Rookie reemerged from the base. "Um... Miss Luna? Ma'am? She called out.
Luna turned towards the Rookie. "Dear Celestia... WHAT!?" She shouted at her, before turning back to Tucker. "Tucker, I swear to my dear sister, I'm gonna kill her!"
"Sorry about calling your girl a slut..." She muttered, barely loud enough for Luna to hear.
"ROOKIE! SHUT UP! JUST SHUT UP, YOU'RE DRIVING ME CRAZY, GET IN THERE!" Luna shouted at her, as the Rookie retreated into the base as fast as she could. As Luna calmed down, she could hear Tucker laughing. She turned around to see that he was indeed laughing, his flank turned to her.
"Tucker, are you laughing at me?" Luna asked, agitation clear in her voice. As she asked this, a pink pony walked up behind them.
"HI! Can I ask you a question?" Pinkie asked. Her voice and the Rookies voice sounded very similar.
"Dear Celestia, rookie, if I turn around, and you are not inside, I.. I can't be held responsible for what I'm gonna do to you!" Luna stated, even more agitated than ever.
"What did I do?" Pinkie asked, a little hurt.
"One..." Luna began counting.
"Aw, gimme a break." Pinkie pleaded.
"TWO!"
"Fine!" Pinkie shouted, her mane deflating as she ran inside of the base. She sniveled and walked up to the Rookie, who was standing next to the flag.
"Wow, you got here fast!" The Rookie exclaimed.
"Why is everypony so bucking rude in this canyon?" Pinkie asked sadly.
"I'm not, ma'am, what can I do for you?" The Rookie asked.
Pinkies mane instantly poofed back to its original shape as she pulled the Rookie in for a tight embrace. "Finally, someone with a little respect around here!"
The Rookie blushed furiously until Pinkie let her go after a few long moments. "Y-y-yes, sir! I-I assume you're here because of this..." She said, motioning towards the Blue flag.
"Wait, is this all you have?!" Pinkie demanded, her tone almost sounding seductive.
"Uh, yes, sir. That's it!" The Rookie said.
"Aw great, this figures." Pinkie muttered, rolling her eyes. "Shit. What about elbow grease?"
"Uhmm..." The Rookie began, one of her eyes starting to wander. Pinkie, however, either didn't notice her eye, or just chose to ignore it.
"Rope?" Pinkie asked. The Rookie shook her head as she went cross eyed.
"Headlight fluid?" Pinkie asked, exasperated.
The Rookie shook her head as her eyes returned to normal. "No. All we have is this flag."
"Well, I can't go back empty handed." Pinkie stated, a small smile spreading across her face. "I guess I'll take that."
"Sure, that makes sense. I guess." The Rookie said, shrugging. Pinkie walked forward and picked up the flag.
"Thanks!" She said, beaming at the blue Rookie.
"Not a problem, ma'am!" The Rookie replied, as Pinkie started walking away. Suddenly remembering something, she chased after her. "Wait!"
"What's wrong?" Pinkie asked, turning to face the Rookie. The Rookie smiled and held out a muffin to her.
"I baked this muffin for you, ma'am."
"Aww, thank you!" Pinkie said, taking the muffin from her and eating it whole in one swift motion. She then pulled in the Rookie for a quick hug and hopped out the blue base.
Pinkie glanced at the blue flag and sighed. "They're gonna give me so much shit for coming back with just this stupid flag."
/-/-/-/
"Well, enough gabbing out of us, let's take this bad boy out for a spin." Luna said, glancing over at the tank before looking back at Tucker. "Go ahead and get in there, Tucker."
"Bow chicka wow wow... wait... me? I can't drive that thing." Tucker said, shooting Luna a confused look.
Luna shot an equally confused look back at him. "You're telling me you're not Armor Certified?" She asked.
"I ca- I don't even know how to use the fucking sniper rifle." Tucker said, facehoofing. "Don't you know how to drive that?"
"No! ..Holy Crap! Who is running this army!?" Luna demanded to no one in particular.
The Rookie trotted out of the base, a dumb grin spread across her face. "Hey! Just wanted to let you know the General stopped by and picked up the flag!" She called out to the other two blues.
"Yeah! Okay! Whatever, moron!" Luna shouted to the Rookie, before turning back to Tucker. "Why would they give us a tank, if nobody here knows how to drive the damn thing? ...Wait a second... What did he just say?"
Authors Note - Next chapter will be out in 2-3 days.
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Red vs. Blue: The Equestrian Gulch Chronicles
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It's Red Vs. Blue pony style, what else do you want?
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cancelled
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<p>This fic follows the story of the ponies of the Red and Blue Teams, stationed at Equestrian Gulch Outpost Alpha in their struggles each other. But the teams will soon realize that there is more than meets the eye, a truth that will unite the mortal enemies. Conspiracy, action, romance, comedy! What else could one possibly ask for?!</p><p>Cast: </p><p>Princess Luna as Church<br/>Fluttershy as Doc<br/>Rainbow Dash as Agent Tex<br/>Pinkie Pie as Donut<br/>Vicktor (O.C.) as Vic/Vic Jr<br/>Applejack as Grif<br/>Big Mac as Sarge<br/>Twilight Sparkle as Simmons<br/>Lavernius (O.C.) as Tucker<br/>Doctor Whooves as Lopez<br/>Derpy Hooves as Caboose<br/>Whiplash (O.C.) as Agent Washington<br/>Soarin' as Agent New York<br/>Spike as Junior<br/>Discord as Agent Wyoming<br/>Nightmare Moon as O'Malley</p>
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teen
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2011-12-06T01:24:42+00:00
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2011-12-06T01:24:42+00:00
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Hey guys, I know how you guys have been asking for a bit of a difference between this and the real Red vs. Blue series, so I promise you guys, after the next chapter, I will be making this a little different.
Cheers,
~Double M.
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Applejack,Original Character,Princess Celestia,Spike,Twilight Sparkle,Alternate Universe,Adventure,Comedy,Slice of Life,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
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Teacup, Down On The Farm
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Years after the last human is Converted, a Newfoal must face that the past never truly vanshes.
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<p>Set in the Conversion Bureau universe during the years after the last human is Converted, Newfoal Teacup faces the fact that however much she tries to fit in, the fact of once having been human must always set her apart.</p><p><span style="color:#BE4343;font-size:1.5em">♥</span> <a href="http://www.equestriadaily.com/2012/03/the-conversion-bureau-one-year.html" rel="nofollow">As Featured On Equestria Daily!</a></p>
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2012-07-11T07:28:00+00:00
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2015-01-17T02:32:34+00:00
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Lost In The Herd: Four
Teacup
Down On The
Farm
By Chatoyance
Chapter One: Knock At The Door
A hoof pounded insistently at the front door. Mister Provender didn't seem to want to deal with it. “Let'm come back in the mornin'” he grumbled before drifting off again. The pounding grew louder. Somepony would have to deal with it. Missus Provender was very awake now, so she rolled out of bed, stood up, flicked her tail at her lazy stallion husband, and ambled downstairs. What was so confounded important at this time of night?
Outside her door was a large cart, and an impatient official. He was from the Newfoal Assistance And Relocation Administration. He was on a tight schedule, and he wasn't at all happy to have to wait in the snow.
Missus Provender hadn't reckoned she would have any troubles, when she had signed up for a newfoal. The extra income from the Royal Treasury for 'Newfoal Assistance' was certainly welcome. She didn't know what dealing with a newfoal would be like, but she felt she could handle pretty much anything. Besides, it was well understood that the Conversion Bureaus in the Human World trained and prepared newfoals before they ever set hoof in Equestria proper. She reckoned that the whole thing was basically like the Crown paying her to enjoy free help on the farm. It sounded almost too good to be true.
Her newfoal was delivered in the middle of the night, in the middle of winter, without so much as a letter beforehand.
It came, therefore, as a bit of a shock, when she found that the newest critter on her farm not only didn't know how to speak the language, but could barely walk. The poor creature had been part of the last rush, the final effort to convert as many of the last remaining humans as possible before Zero Point occurred.
'Zero Point' was a mighty fancy way to call the last moment where there was any of the Human World left before Equestria swallowed it up like a filly with her favorite ice cream. Apparently Equestria was collidin' or smacking into or otherwise running roughshod over the human critter's home, and it had taken eight or so years to happen. The final hour had passed, but before that time, the humans had worked real hard to get all of their kind turned into ponies who still hadn't been turned into ponies yet. Apparently it was a mad scramble, and not all of the critters understood the danger - there had been a heap of humans all trying to run away, only they had nowheres to go! They were like goats panicking inside a barn on fire, running around yet never managing to notice the open barn door right in front of them.
In the end, the last traces of the human's strange world had been engulfed by Equestria, vanishing forever from the cosmos in which it lay. Not all of the human things had made it to Equestria. It was a terrible tragedy. But most had been saved, welcomed by the Princesses into Equestria with open hooves.
And right here, right now on her kitchen floor was one of those very creatures, rescued at the last minute and converted into a proper Equestrian no different, she'd been assured, from any other pony in the realm. The 'Newfoals' had a lot to offer Equestria, supposedly - they were a creative, inventive lot, with strange notions that somehow could benefit Equestria if only folks would give 'em a chance, but the only part of it all that mattered to her was that now she had a new income source, and a new working mare on the farm. But, now, things didn't look as good as she had pictured them when she had first signed up.
The poor newfoal filly didn't even have a name. At least not one that Missus Provender could discover.
When the unsteady, milk-white Earth Pony was dropped off, the newfoal administrator had explained that these last minute converts needed extra care and attention, because they had to be rushed to Equestria right before 'Zero Point', and there had been no time to train them. Missus Provender pointed out that such extra care and attention naturally demanded extra compensation, an argument that gained her a disgruntled snort, and a sharp glare.
So now she didn't have a working mare so much as a baby to raise. Typical. Nevertheless, this was something she knew she could handle, having already raised three foals back in her younger days with Mister Provender. Besides, if she trained this newfoal right, then she could relax knowing with certainty that her new farm mare would do things the right way.
The pale newfoal mare lay on a thin, institutional blanket in Missus Provender's kitchen. Although the former human was not by any means a child, she quivered like one, and she could not manage to stand. She seemed confused and kept slipping in and out of consciousness. The newfoal administrator had mentioned that the mare had been sedated with some Human World potion or some such nonsense, and it would take her time to recover.
Missus Provender ambled to her shelves, and used her teeth to take down a nice warm comforter. She took it to the shivering mare on the floor and covered her with it. It was a little cold, being the winter months and all, and it seemed the kindly thing to do.
“There ya go, little one” The newfoal mare was not little, but Missus Provender didn't know what else to say, and in any case she figured that the tone of her words might be calming. The soft words seemed to work, and the wobbily newfoal looked up at her with unfocused sapphire blue eyes, which gradually closed. The mare's head drooped to the floor, violet curls of mane draping over the blanket. Almost instantly she fell asleep.
Missus Provender pulled the comforter up closer to the newfoal's head. She took one last look at her new guest, and then trotted up the wide stairs to bed.
♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
Bertilda, the Provender's prize rooster, woke, as usual, the two elder farmers, and they set about their morning rituals. As she clopped down the stairway, Missus Provender, suddenly remembered the newest member of her farm. There on the kitchen floor still slept the mare she had been made to take in the previous night. She thought immediately of waking her - morning is always early on the farm - but then recalled that this was a newfoal, a converted human creature.
Missus Provender knew very little about the humans and their world, but she reckoned that changing form from one type of creature to another type of creature probably wasn't an easy thing to go through. She felt pity for the tousle-maned lump on her floor, and decided to let her sleep. The poor thing probably needed time to recover. Besides, letting the newfoal sleep would allow her time to make breakfast and give some thought to how to deal with the situation in general.
Mister Provender clomped wearily down the stairs as Missus Provender set about baking biscuits. Biscuits were a staple at Provender Farm, and Cornflower Provender, the matriarch of the best darn little farm in all of South Withers prided herself on making the best darn biscuits in the county. She had a blue ribbon to prove it, which she had won years ago, back when she and mister Provender were still raising their three daughters, and they still ran the county fair out of Greater Fetlock, back before it was moved to Hoofington.
Mister Provender, at his usual hay-bale by the window, looked out over the round, wooden table, at the sleeping mare on the kitchen floor. "Cornflower!"
"What, I'm makin' yer breakfast!"
"Cornflower!"
"I said I'm makin' breakfast, it'll be done in a moment!" Missus Provender was laying out disks of dough on her favorite pan, tapping them flat with a practiced hoof.
"There's somepony sleeping in our kitchen!"
It took Missus Provender a moment to recall that Mister Provender hadn't been awake enough to know anything about the night before "That's our newfoal. From the Bureaus? I signed up for one a couple months ago?"
"She's no foal!" roared Mister Provender.
"SHHHH! You'll wake her!" The biscuits were in the oven now, and so Missus Provender ambled over to the table "I didn't say she was a new foal, I said she was a 'newfoal', one of them converticated human creatures turned into one'a us. That's just what they call 'em, Durum!"
"Alright, Cornflower, ya ain't got to get all snippy with me. Shucks. I know what a dern 'Newfoal' is, I just weren't expecting one on our floor is all."
"They delivered her last night. Remember? All the racket at the door?"
"Nope." Durum Provender had finally given a single-word response, and after long years with the old stallion, Cornflower knew he wouldn't be any more bother. For now.
While Mister Provender sat sucking his teeth at the newfoal on the floor, Missus Provender set out feed bowls and cups. She briefly thought about putting out a third bowl for the new mare, but since the mare seemed to be sleeping so soundly, she figured she could deal with such things later, if the poor thing did awaken. The smell of biscuits had a way of waking up ponyfolk, or so it had always been around Provender Farm. If the newfoal was likely to wake up, the biscuits would do it.
Mister Provender sipped apple juice from his cup. Durum had to have his apple juice in the morning, or he would be a caution the rest of the day. He was like that, set in his ways, and for Missus Provender time was measured in biscuits and rooster calls and the first cup of apple juice in the morning.
The smell of biscuits baking filled the roomy kitchen. A subtle morning magic, Cornflower Provender's prize-winning biscuits set Mister Provender's stomach rumbling, and his nostril's twitching. Missus Provender studied the sleeping newfoal as she waited for the timer to chime. Surely enough, the white mare's nostrils were twitching just like Durums did, and Cornflower felt a rush of pride that her biscuit magic worked even on bodily trans-converticated creatures from another world.
The newfoal mare opened her eyes. She looked around, first at Missus Provender's hooves, and then at her face. The newfoal began wildly looking around after that, and Missus Provender reckoned that the mare was probably frightened a little, at being in a new place.
Cornflower folded her legs and lay down in front of the newfoal mare. She looked as kindly as she could, staring into the deep, blue eyes of the creature. It looked like any ordinary mare, about just after young adulthood, but with no Mark on her flank. Guess they don't have Marks in that other world, Missus Provender thought. Or maybe she'll get her's later, now she's here. "Shhh..... Shhh... it's all right honeycake, I'm makin' biscuits, if'n yer hungry. I'm right here, and everythin's gonna be alright."
It was clear the newfoal didn't understand a word of Equestrian, just as the Bureau pony had said, but Cornflower knew how to deal with children, and she reckoned that this here was something like a child, being new and all, so her kindly tone and gentle eyes spoke the universal language of comfort. Cornflower gave the newfoal a kindly nuzzle, once she saw the mare relax, and then scrabbled up to check on the biscuits. A glance back assured her that the newfoal mare was indeed interested in biscuits, so she got another bowl out.
The newfoal stayed put, following Missus Provender with her eyes whatever she did. Like a puppy, thought Cornflower. Guess I do have a child to raise after all. Oh well. The biscuits were done, and soon the aroma flooded the kitchen like sunshine for the nose.
The nameless newfoal gobbled biscuits eagerly. It was clear she was very hungry. Missus Provender put down a bowl filled with apple juice and another with water. The newfoal was powerful thirsty, too, it seemed. For now, the mare crawled on her belly, as best she could, there was no doubt that she would need help learning how to stand, and walk.
"Durum?" Missus Provender gave him a determined look "I need you to take care'a things today. It looks like I got me a grown-up child to tend to!"
"Yup." Said Mister Provender.
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<p>Set in the Conversion Bureau universe during the years after the last human is Converted, Newfoal Teacup faces the fact that however much she tries to fit in, the fact of once having been human must always set her apart.</p><p><span style="color:#BE4343;font-size:1.5em">♥</span> <a href="http://www.equestriadaily.com/2012/03/the-conversion-bureau-one-year.html" rel="nofollow">As Featured On Equestria Daily!</a></p>
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Lost In The Herd: Four
Teacup
Down On The
Farm
By Chatoyance
Chapter Two: Her Name Is Teacup
The violet-maned mare was a little slow to learn. Cornflower started with the basics, just as she would have with a foal of her own. It was a might strange teaching a mare like it was a foal, but, she remembered, only a short time ago this mare was some strange critter from a scary, dangerous world. Cornflower reckoned that it couldn't be easy to try to become a proper, normal pony after that, and she wouldn't have it said of her that Cornflower Provender lacked pity for them that were worse off.
She had the befuddled mare up and trotting around the kitchen by the middle of the first day. Cornflower, Missus Provender, reckoned that all foals are born with the knowledge of how to stand and walk, so this newfoal couldn't be all that different. It just took a little time and encouragement for any young'n to get their hooves on the ground.
The mare seemed happy to clop around the lower floor of the farmhouse, but there was no getting her up the stairs yet. Missus Provender resigned herself to having a makeshift bed in the kitchen for awhile, so she laid out another comforter and brought down a pillow from the guest room. When she got downstairs with the pillow, she was pleased to see the newfoal trying to straighten the impromptu bed as best she could. She was a bit clumsy, but there was no doubt she wanted to help. That was a good sign.
Illustration by Shai-hulud_16
Missus Provender tried to get the mare to go outside before the Princess lowered the sun, but again her guest balked at the stairs out, as well as the ice and snow. It made sense, if indoor stairs were too difficult for the newfoal, then slippery outdoor stairs would be even more intimidating. Cornflower felt foolish then, it should have been obvious. Just gettin' old I guess, she thought to herself.
The newfoal was clearly interested in the world outside though, and stood at the door staring at the farm, and the hills behind, sniffing the cold air for all she was worth. It was as if she had never seen a farm before. This was getting the room cold, though, so Cornflower nudged her in the flank, moving her back into the kitchen, so she could close the door.
The mare followed her everywhere, staring intently at whatever she did as if it were the most amazing thing in the world. While she set about her chores for the day, Cornflower constantly talked to the mare, hoping some words might stick. Also, she had to admit, it was kinda nice to have someone about the place during the day, while Mister Provender was out tending to the livestock. It reminded her of the days when her daughters were still home, days filled with laughter and an endless series of fusses and messes, which in retrospect, she missed a lot more than she ever reckoned she would.
The newfoal mare tried to talk back to her, using whatever language they speak in strange critter land, but none of her new guest's words meant anything to her. Missus Provender went about her tasks, the two of them close and chattering to each other in different languages. It was a might silly, Cornflower felt.
In the early afternoon, Cornflower liked to have a cup of tea. She had Durum get her tea whenever he went into Withers, and she was cross if he should forget. She decided to see if newfoals liked tea, and so set out cups for them both.
The newfoal had some trouble at first, perching on a hay-bale seat by the table, but soon she was sitting nicely enough. She seemed both fascinated and troubled by the teacup Cornflower put down in front of her. When the newfoal put her hooves up on the table, clearly trying to pinch the cup between them, Cornflower stopped her, and motioned for her to put her hooves back down. This seemed to further confuse the poor creature, and for a moment it seemed as if she was going to cry. Cornflower couldn't make any sense of this. Maybe human critters ate with their hooves or something.
While the tea was steeping, the newfoal was going on in her peculiar language. She seemed excited by the teapot, by the cups, and by the situation. It seemed to Cornflower as if the newfoal was familiar with it all, somehow. She had heard that the world the newfoals came from was somehow linked to Equestria, perhaps they had tea there. If they had tea, then they couldn't be all bad, she decided.
The newfoal was trying to lift the cup by the handle. She had learned not to use her hooves on the table, and had seen Cornflower bring the tea things to the table in her teeth. The newfoal had grasped the handle of the teacup in her mouth with some effort and was lifting it. It was a good thing there was no tea in the cup, because if there had been, it would have been all over the table by now. Cornflower figured she had better show the mare how to properly use a cup.
Cornflower caught the mare's attention and said "That's a teacup. Teacup. Let me show ya how to use it." Cornflower lowered her head, and lifted her upper lip in an exaggerated way to show the newfoal how she used her teeth. She clamped the lip of the cup between her upper and lower jaw, then lifted it up. She held it a spell, and even shook her head a twitch to show that she had the cup held firmly. Next she tilted her head back a might, and made a slurping sound with her lips. Finally she lowered the cup to the table and set it down.
The newfoal mare looked at her own cup, then at Cornflower, and appeared to be considering. She duplicated the behavior Cornflower had demonstrated to her. Then she set her own cup down. It wobbled and fell over, so she nibbled at it until it stood upright again.
"Teacup. Tea-cup." Missus Provender intoned. "Go ahead, you try it. Say Teacup."
Suddenly the mare blurted out, in perfect Equestrian "TEACUP!".
"Yes!" It was her newfoal's first word, and Missus Provender could not be prouder "Yes! Teacup! That's right. Teacup! Very good!" It felt like she had a daughter at home again. Warm memories filled her mind.
The newfoal seemed very proud of herself. "Teacup!" she repeated, and put a hoof to her chest "Teacup!" Then she added a string of words from her own language that made no sense. Next she pointed at Cornflower and surprised her by saying "Cornflower!"
"I guess you've been payin' more attention than I gave ya credit for." Cornflower was happily surprised. She used a hoof to gesture at herself "Cornflower!" Then she pointed her hoof at the newfoal.
The mare responded "Teacup!"
"No, I wanted your name. Your name, honeycake." Cornflower gestured again "I'm Cornflower, and you're..."
"Teacup!" The mare pointed at Missus Provender "Cornflower!" Then she pointed at the tea cup in front of her and said a word in her own language. After that she rattled on a bit, nothing of which made any sense at all.
"Oh dear." Missus Provender poured tea into the two cups. "I guess we'll just call you 'Teacup' then. Here, have some tea, Teacup."
Teacup looked down at the tea and called it something in her own language. "Cornflower?" Teacup was now staring intently at Missus Provender with a glad expression on her muzzle "Teacup...." She paused a moment, and then hugged her front hooves to her chest "...Cornflower." The newfoal looked grateful, that was the only word for it.
"You're welcome, honeycake." Cornflower sipped her tea.
There was a bit of a mess, but in the end Teacup managed to get some tea down her, and likely had learned how to use cups in the process. As Missus Provender cleaned up afterwards, Teacup looked a might embarrassed. There had been various assorted spills, and one time the newfoal nearly broke her cup when it dropped as she was setting it down. Messes and fusses. "It's OK, Teacup. Shucks, ain't nothin' I haven't dealt with before!" Memories of her daughters flooded back.
Although she wasn't about to fully admit it, maybe having an untrained, refugee newfoal on her farm wasn't such a burden after all. Cornflower hadn't had such a fun day in many a year.
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Snow fell outside the multi-paned windows of the kitchen. It was obviously a kitchen of some kind, food was prepared there. Tikvah had never seen one made entirely of wood before, and such wood as well! If she had to be a pony, well, this was not so bad. The comforter was warm and soft under her belly, and the nice lady had tucked her in, as she had the previous night, and given her a nuzzle before going upstairs.
Tikvah couldn't help but think of the light gray mare as a nice old lady. That's who she was in her mind. A world of talking ponies, and now she, Tikvah Feinstein, was one of them. She wondered if the human world was truly gone. Had Zero Point already happened? It must have, by now. All of human history, the entirety of the planet earth, swept away like so much dust.
Then again, she thought, maybe it was for the best.
Tikvah had been living, when she was human, in Wilmington, Jersey. Just a ride from Newark, faster if you took the maglev. She had worked as a nanofabricator in the huge plant they had opened - she was one of the lucky 2% in the North American Alliance that had a job at all. After all, 98% unemployment was the norm, but she didn't feel special, just fortunate. She had known somebody that knew somebody. That's how it worked. That's how it always worked.
It was a pretty crappy job, really, but Tikvah was beyond grateful to have it. She took the maglev to work, even though the plant was only a few miles away, because it was safer. It cost a lot to ride the maglev, but that was better than being slashed open and harvested for organs. A lot of that had been happening on the regular routes, but so far the organ thieves hadn't dared the high security of the maglev.
It was nicer, too. The maglev cars were in disrepair, like everything else, but the seats still had covers on them, and that was much better than riding on bare springs.
Nanofabrication was a tedious task. Every day, at the start of her 16 hour shift, a list of morphological parameters would be uploaded to her workstation, and she would begin sorting them into topological groups. Then she performed transforms on the data so that the quantum system could digest it more efficiently. When that was done, she moved to the fabrication center and checked the bins and tanks, topping them up as needed. She was one of only five people in the entire, vast building, each isolated in their own section.
Outside, the streets had been packed with an ocean of the destitute and the dying, makeshift shelters and the endless favela that encrusted the world like cardboard and sheet-metal barnacles. Nineteen billion humans lived on the earth, all but one tenth of one percent of them impoverished slaves working for the most minimal of wages, or simply surviving.
Tikvah felt fortunate to be a 'wage slave'. To say that was not facetious. Her contract, like all employment contracts, was so arranged that no matter what her pay rate, she would always fall deeper in debt to the corporation. Having work meant that she was restricted to purchases from her employing corporation, so all of her food, shelter and power had to come from Eastern Corporate. Fortunately, Eastcorp owned everything that existed in her sector of North America, so all it really meant was that she couldn't buy anything off the hypernet.
Tikvah had to be careful with loading the nanohoppers, because everything she worked with was perilous. She spent much of her day inside a sealed environment suit, but her actual task was pouring something grey into something a different shade of gray. A tear or rip in her thin suit, and it could mean two weeks quarantine without pay, and possible mutilation or death. Naturally, she tried to be careful, but failure to complete her tasks adequately was a firing offense, and of course the debt she was already in for having a job at all would be with her for life. Then, if she was lucky, she could hope for industrial prison, or if unlucky, she could return to the world-spanning favela, and the usual life of sickness and barely surviving.
Actually, her degrees in nanoscience weren't really elite enough to hope for industrial prison. So, it would be the slums if she was ever fired. She'd still have to pay back the corporation, even from there, or end up part of the mandatory organ donator selection pool. She wondered if she should have studied law, or finance, instead.
Her home was a living pod in the Union Park Megacomplex. She was lucky to have it, it was just within her budget. Two meters long by a full meter and a half tall and wide, she had space to stretch out, plus just enough room for a microfridge and her threevee tablet. She slept bent around these items, and she liked to imagine they were friends she was cuddling with. She felt so fortunate!
But the best part was the hatch. Each pod had its own locked hatch. The lock was a quantum lock, and could not be broken by anything short of the might of a corporate entity. Inside her pod, she was safe. She would never be raped again, never lose her other ear, never be beaten, never be hurt while she slept. Her living pod was more than a place to sleep, it was a fortress, a castle, and for the first time in her 34 years, Tikvah knew what it was to feel safe.
When Equestria first rose from the sea, Tikvah didn't really pay it much attention. Her work was demanding, and she only allowed herself a half an hour to surf the hypernet, just enough for half of an old show, before dropping some Noeticin for two hours of concentrated REM sleep. It simply wasn't part of her personal world.
She first discovered her world had changed irrevocably when she lost her job. It was a very strange situation, because not only was she discharged, but everyone at Eastcorp, at every division, everywhere in North America had been fired simultaneously. All debts were cancelled. No severance, no debt, no hope of prison, no nothing. Eastcorp was simply gone. The single, monolithic, unitary industry of the entire east coast had pulled out of North America. No person was employed anywhere in the North East Zone.
There was a cryptic explanation: Due to current events, all employment has been terminated without penalty.
She hadn't heard anything. As far as she knew, nothing was going on, the company had never mentioned anything in their employee bulletins. There had been no mention in the net shows she watched, then again she only watched reruns of old favorites, so there was that. She never bothered with newsfeeds, there was no point - there was nothing she could do about anything, hell, it was all she could do just to stay employed.
Her life had been so insular - pod, food dispenser, maglev, work, maglev, food dispenser, pod - that she had basically missed the last five years. On that last day, she finally met one of her co-workers at the nanofabrication facility, the woman shrieking about something as she ran past her, clearly outside of her normal workspace. Tikvah was lost, her world, her life, everything suddenly destroyed.
In five years the world had changed. With her robotic schedule gone, Tikvah wandered, in shock, away from the secure tunnels that led from work to maglev. For the first time in five years, she found herself above ground, and in her stunned state had forgotten to put on her Resperex breather to deal with the smog and ash.
There wasn't any.
The perpetual smog and ashfall that blackened Wilmington was simply... gone. The vast skyscrapers that towered over the ramshackle favela huts and constructions were as grimy and dark as always, but something impossible glowed behind them. A vast field of blue, a color Tikvah had not seen outside of images on the hypernet, filled the sky. It was the sky. The original sky, which she had read about in her childhood. The sky was supposed to be blue, somehow.
She was breathing easily. As easily as in her living pod, as easily as in her envirosuit. Her lungs almost stung from the raw freshness of the air. She couldn't take it in. It was impossible, insane. The sky was ...blue.
And that is the exact moment she saw her first pegasus, turquoise with a crimson mane, gliding overhead. It was followed by others, many others, and as she felt her sanity failing her, she whipped her head down and crouched low to the ground, hands on the side of her head, staring intently at the crusted plascreet walkway, as if somehow that patch of normality could bring her mind stability.
"Excuse me, are you alright?" The voice was eerily kind, as though it were genuinely concerned. It was a soft voice, high of pitch, and it wasn't asking for money, or demanding her kidneys. Somehow she managed to look up, her curiosity overcoming her fear. She couldn't take much more.
"Do you need help? I'll help you!" It was a peach-colored unicorn, wearing saddlebags and a Jersey Nets baseball cap.
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Years after the last human is Converted, a Newfoal must face that the past never truly vanshes.
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<p>Set in the Conversion Bureau universe during the years after the last human is Converted, Newfoal Teacup faces the fact that however much she tries to fit in, the fact of once having been human must always set her apart.</p><p><span style="color:#BE4343;font-size:1.5em">♥</span> <a href="http://www.equestriadaily.com/2012/03/the-conversion-bureau-one-year.html" rel="nofollow">As Featured On Equestria Daily!</a></p>
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Lost In The Herd: Four
Teacup
Down On The
Farm
By Chatoyance
Chapter Three: The Unpromised Land
The mare was milk white, with a violet mane that swirled over her head and neck. Her name was Teacup, though it had not always been that, and she was learning how to feed the chickens.
"You should give'm a little corn now an' then, an' it don't hurt none to toss 'em the odd vegetable or two. They prefer bugs, o'course, but they likes their feed, and they need a treat now an' then. Every once'n a while we give'm yogurt. That's our secret here at Provender Farm. 'Bout once a week, roughly." Mister Provender was talking slowly, more slowly than usual, because Teacup still had trouble with words sometimes. "Ya got all that?"
Teacup thought hard about how to answer and composed an answer in Equestrian as best as she could. "Give chickens corn. Sometimes. Vegetables. Sometimes. Milk-jelly week once."
Mister Provender frowned at the mare, briefly. "Not 'milk-jelly, yogurt. YO-GURT. This stuff." The aged stallion gestured to a bowl sitting on the hay, all but empty of a creamy, white substance. He pronounced the Equestrian word for the foodstuff once more, carefully, so that Teacup might learn it.
The white newfoal mare mouthed the strange, unearthly Equestrian syllables that she had just heard. Mister Provender snorted and nodded.
Teacup felt frustrated, she never imagined learning a new language would take so long. Of course, she had never imagined ever having to learn a new language. She dipped her head low and sniffed at the bowl. Oh! She knew what that was. It had been available in sealed containers from the food dispenser, back when she had lived in Wilmington. She mentally mapped the Equestrian word for yogurt to Eastern Zone English.
Teacup had learned many things over the past six months. She had finally understood that she had somehow been named after tableware, but felt no inclination to correct the situation. 'Teacup' sounded fairly Equestrian to her, as names went in this strange new land. Missus Provender was named 'Cornflower', and Mister Provender was named 'Durum', which Teacup vaguely remembered was a type of wheat or some other grain. Equestrians seemed to often be named after things or motions or even foods. They didn't take names quite the same way that humans had.
So, considering that she was now an Equestrian herself, and would be for life, Tikvah Feinstein had come to the conclusion that being named after the Equestrian word for a container to drink tea from was fine with her. It sounded pretty to her new ears, and it seemed, for some reason, to make Missus Provender smile. Tikvah Feinstein was gone, and now she must learn to be a white mare named 'Teacup'.
This strange situation did not exactly bother Teacup. In the six months she had been in this new land, in her new body, it had seemed not unlike heaven to her. Everyone - everypony, she corrected herself - had been friendly to her, she always had good things to eat, she never felt afraid, and above all, everything was so incredibly bright and clean.
Gone were the filthy, garbage-piled streets of the megacity of Wilmington. Water was clear, and tasted fresh and pure. The air never burned, green living things grew everywhere, and the only smoke came from the stove in Missus Provender's kitchen, or in the fireplace in the farmhouse, during the three months of winter.
Teacup wanted to learn how to help out on the farm. The farm itself was an exotic, magical place to her. She had never imagined ever being allowed to set foot on one. On earth, all farms had been seized by the corporate government, and were shoot-to-kill security zones. It was illegal to try to grow your own food, even on rooftops. She doubted that would have worked in any case, what with the ash-fall covering everything. There was no ash-fall here, no smog, no clouds of nanodust.
She felt gratitude towards the Provenders. She desperately wanted to please them, for she had come to understand that they had chosen, somehow, to have her there. She felt as if she had been rescued from a nightmare.
Only by comparison could she fully appreciate how much she had hated her life, before. It was terribly strange to live inside such a different skin, and it had taken her some time to come to terms with the fact of it, the reality of no longer being human. But, if that was the price of living in a world filled with life and color and smiles, of chickens instead of organ thieves, well, maybe being human wasn't such an important thing.
Still, adjusting had been difficult, particularly so, for her. When Tikvah had been rushed to the mass Conversion Camps set up after the Bureaus had been closed, thoughts of the Holocaust had terrified her, and for a moment she wondered if she was to be exterminated. But, as it finally dawned on her that those around her were serious about the strange concept of saving the last, lost humans by converting them to Equestrians, and that it was not death that awaited but a strange new life, her fear turned to confusion.
This was not what she understood about the world. She had been taught that the human form was the image of god, and that the Torah was clear on matters of what the world was about, what the future of Man would be, and what, basically, was what. But no Book nor Scroll nor Song had ever predicted the arrival of an alien cosmos out of the Pacific, nor that the End Of Days would finish in alfalfa and hooves. The fact of Equestria not only destroyed her reality, and changed her body, it destroyed her religion, too.
It was impossible to cling to the distant, invisible god of her childhood when two living, talking, visible divine beings made the sun and moon rise and set each day. Suddenly her god had been replaced with goddesses, and they weren't just stories - she could go visit them someday, if she wanted to. The thought terrified her. It was one thing to sing prayers. It was another to sit down to tea with an actual deity.
Then again, if the goddess-princesses were anything like those she had met in the strange dream she had experienced during her transformation, maybe it wouldn't be such a difficult meeting after all.
But one thing was certain; nothing she had ever believed, thought, or held real was true anymore. As best as she could understand, there literally wasn't even an earth anymore. Equestria was the only reality now.
Everyday, Teacup tried her best to accept, with all of her heart, her new life. She worked to make her new body her own.
Wandering the farm, she tried out all of her parts. She had wiggled her ears and tried to walk backwards. She sniffed and nibbled and rolled on her back in the long, sweet-smelling grass by the farmhouse. When she had done that, she had heard laughter from the porch. "You really are just a lil' filly, ain't ya?" Missus Provender often seemed to delight in her efforts to understand her new body. "I used'a love rolling around in the grass like that when I was little. You just go on and enjoy yourself, Teacup. Ain't nobody here gonna worry about how old you are on this here farm."
Teacup had felt a little silly at being caught, but continued for a while anyway. If it made Missus Provender glad or happy in any way, then that was a mitzvah as far as she was concerned. Besides, the grass just felt so good... and it smelled so incredibly nice.
Every morning on the farm meant biscuits, and Teacup was trying hard to learn how to make them. She felt very clumsy, every time she tried, but Missus Provender was very kind, and very patient with her.
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Sorry Sorry Sorry!" she repeated over and over when she had dropped her stirring-spoon on the floor for the umpteenth time.
"Aw, shucks, honeycake... it's all right. Jus' settle down, now, an we'll try again, 'kay?"
Teacup felt bad that she seemed to have such trouble using her teeth and hooves the way natural Equestrians did. So, she started practicing in the night, after everypony had gone to bed. This was back during the days before she had finally braved the stairs and been given the guest room as her own.
Teacup, under the light of the moon, had taken out the long wooden spoon and practiced with it, night after night. She tried making stirring motions, practiced taking hold of it with her lips and teeth and setting it down again. She even tried flipping it into the air, and catching it, to see if she could.
One night she had noticed she was being watched from the shadows by the stairs. Missus Provender had come down, probably because she had made too much noise. Teacup dropped the spoon in surprise. Missus Provender stood there for a while with a strange look on her face, albeit a kindly one. "You jus' try so hard, don'cha honeycake?"
That had turned out to be a particularly happy night for Teacup. Missus Provender lit the oil lantern, and set about making them both something not entirely unlike Mexican Horchata, a sweet, warm oat-based drink that she served in mugs. It was delicious, and over that, she had told Teacup about the fillies she had raised, and about her life long ago. She talked about winning a ribbon for her biscuits, and how much fun the fair was, back when. She told about how she met Durum, and how he used to bring her candied daisies when they were first courting.
"Dear me, I've jawed a might long all about myself. I still don't know a thing about you, Teacup." Missus Provender poured them both a little more of the oat beverage "What was your life like back in that world you came from? I ain't never heard tales of life in another world before!"
Teacup started to formulate a response, but then stopped. What could she possibly say to the kindly elder mare? Teacup looked around the clean, pleasant, homey kitchen and thought of her childhood in the favela, eating little else but the guaranteed government ration and the odd roasted mutie-rat. Her first rape, her human ear being cut off for no reason at all. Her new, regenerated, intact pony ear twitched at the memory of her lost human ear.
Even if she could manage to somehow explain what life was like in the human world, about how humans treated each other to Missus Provender, how would that affect her? It wouldn't make her sleep well, that was for sure. And what would she think of a newfoal such as herself, a former human from such a world? How could she even speak of the world of Man, with all of its war, greed, violence and horror?
It would be some kind of sacrilege, some blasphemy somehow, to bring such concepts into a place like Equestria. Even to speak of them seemed poisonous, toxic. Teacup felt deep shame, and sadness, and suddenly she felt more alone than she had ever been in both of her two lives.
She was in a kind of paradise, compared to the world she had come from, and she could never talk about what she had been through to anypony, ever. Inside her was a pain that would never heal, and even to mention it would taint her new existence, and likely make those that accepted her now see her as a monster from a monstrous world. She had tried all her previous life to not be a monster like those around her, but that did not change the fact that she had seen, known, and been touched by a world run by, and for, true monsters.
"I... I no talk. I'm sorry. I'm sorry, Missus Provender. It hurting place. Sorry me." Teacup couldn't look her in the eye. It was too much to cope with, after how happy the night had been until then.
"It's OK, sweetie. You don't need to tell me anythin'." Missus Provender leaned over and gave Teacup a comforting nuzzle. "Let's finish our mugs, and head up to bed, whatcha say?"
Teacup nodded, relieved.
The next years passed easily for Teacup. She had learned Equestrian well enough to pass for a local, though not without a few mishaps along the way. She became competent and useful around the farm, and Missus Provender was clearly glad of her help. Teacup liked working on the farm. She liked planting season, and she enjoyed the harvest. Fresh corn and the best hay and alfalfa and flowers were a constant part of her diet. She discovered a love of baking, and finally managed to make biscuits as good as Cornflower's, an achievement that clearly made the elder mare proud.
Teacup found the world around her green and fascinating. The nearby town of South Withers held interesting shops and tasty treats she had not experienced on the farm. She came to know the names of dozens of local ponies, and became a part of the community. She was known and valued. But somehow, she never truly got close to anypony other than Missus Provender and Durum. And even with them, she only really talked about their days together, the farm, and their lives, never her own.
Missus Provender had taken note of that fact, and found it a might curious. Teacup was such a good mare, always helpful, kind to a fault, honest, friendly, but she was closed. Closed like a stuck door to a dark room. She liked things and had interests, but she never had any friends over, or went to spend time with anypony else. The farm was her life, and while it was wonderful to have such a dedicated farmhoof around, Missus Provender had come, inside her heart, to see Teacup as just a little more than a refugee worker. She had come to see Teacup a little like she was her own filly, somehow.
And it just weren't right for one of her fillies to be all lonely like that. All her own brood had left the farm and made lives for themselves, at the very least they had always had friends about the place, ponies they had crushes on, ponies they eventually got involved with.
Missus Provender could tell that, however happy a face she put on, there was some terrible sadness deep inside Teacup, and it had something to do with her past, which she wouldn't ever talk about.
So Cornflower put her mind to the problem, and started asking around.
Most all the newfoals from the other world had long since moved out to the Great Expansion, far away from the lands close to Canterlot, Hoofington, even Manehattan. As the other world had been devoured by her world, Equestria had somehow grown larger, and now there were endless lands Cornflower had never heard of. All were now properly part of Equestria. Those lands were so vast that there was more than enough room for all the newfoals -and apparently there were a whole lot of them too- to go found new towns and cities in, with space for generations untold beyond that.
That was all too big for Missus Provender to take in, but what did matter to her was that there just weren't many of the newfoals around anywhere nearby anymore. And this was a problem, because Cornflower figured that if her Teacup couldn't talk to her, or to any other natural-born pony, maybe it would help her to talk for a spell with a pony like herself. A pony from that other world. A pony that might have something more in common with whatever was bothering her.
It took Missus Provender three years to track down a likely candidate. In a town called Clydesdale, not all that far away. She finally heard tell that one of its citizens was a newfoal that had stayed behind when all the others had moved on out to the new frontier. The newfoals seemed a restless lot, most of them, and besides there was only so much room in any one place.
But in Clydesdale, there was a newfoal that lived there, and best of all for her plans, that newfoal had started having troubles of her own. As she learned more, Missus Provender found out that those troubles seemed not unlike the kind Teacup was having.
The Clydesdale newfoal was a mare. She had been quite popular up until a few years ago. Then she started seeming sad, and acting more and more withdrawn. While this mare had been very openly social, unlike Teacup, she too never seemed to have any truly close friends. Those that knew of her said she seemed happy on the outside, but that somehow there was a cloud hanging over her, like she was carrying a burden, inside.
By this time it had been ten years since Teacup had come to her farm, and joined the Provender family. And she had truly joined the family, as far as Missus Provender and Mister Provender were concerned. So Cornflower reckoned that it was only right to try to help her more-or-less semi-adopted daughter.
She figured that she would throw a little shindig to celebrate Teacup's tenth anniversary on the farm. And she figured that she might just invite a special guest from Clydesdale to stay a while on the farm and enjoy some hospitality as well as a change of scenery. It would also be part of the payment for her services - the Clydesdale mare specialized in doing parties for ponyfolks, and she figured that hiring a pony that knew how to make a shindig proper would be the perfect cover for getting the two newfoals together.
Missus Provender smiled at the thought. She felt mighty clever, what with all the planning and the searching and the sneaky way of getting the two to talk and all. Cornflower felt like a regular Agent Of The Crown, what with her fancy plan and all.
And maybe it just might help fix her lonely, broken little Teacup.
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<p>Set in the Conversion Bureau universe during the years after the last human is Converted, Newfoal Teacup faces the fact that however much she tries to fit in, the fact of once having been human must always set her apart.</p><p><span style="color:#BE4343;font-size:1.5em">♥</span> <a href="http://www.equestriadaily.com/2012/03/the-conversion-bureau-one-year.html" rel="nofollow">As Featured On Equestria Daily!</a></p>
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Lost In The Herd: Four
Teacup
Down On The
Farm
By Chatoyance
Chapter Four: A Yearning For The Lethe
Teacup was surprised to find that it had been ten years since she had arrived in Equestria. It did not seem that so much time had passed. She had been 34 when she had been Converted. Before she completely understood what was happening, she had found herself half-conscious, struggling to take in the full measure of her strange new body. Her transformation had been rushed, for she was one of the last humans to escape the earth before Zero Point, the final instant of Equestria's absorption of her ruined cosmic sibling.
The Earth was dying, it had been dying for a long time. The plague that had killed it was the essence of the monkey mind, curious, whimsical and bright, but also selfish, violent, and ultimately, destructive. Nineteen billion humans, far beyond the carrying capacity of the planet lived squalid and hopeless lives in globe-spanning slums. They were granted bare survival by the virtue of monkey cleverness, molecular machines that could reconstruct waste back into something not entirely unlike food. They had been promised a golden age, a diamond age, but those wonders were, as always, reserved only for the powerful few.
Humanity had never been truly happy, and it had always fought itself, a monkey endlessly punching it's own face for nothing other than spite. It couldn't help itself. The flaw was in the meat. The same thing that made Mankind able to rise up in a hostile universe had left it universally hostile.
But other worlds, other realms, shared the life of the earth in mysterious ways, and throughout history, these other spaces occasionally intersected their co-joined twin. Man had many myths and legends of these moments, but none were ever truly taken as real.
One by one, the other realms drifted away, abandoning their connection to the Earth as the planet was slowly, industrially poisoned. They managed to sever their strange links, and drifted off to unknown fates amidst a vastly larger cosmos unknown to Man.
One last companioning cosmos, however, did not abandon the universe humanity inhabited. Celestia, one of the two divine diarchs that maintained Equestria had made a promise long, long ago, during a perilous visit to earth. The human that had saved her from oblivion had extorted a desperate demand - to save humanity from itself, and from the cruel, heartless, soul-less universe in which it had originated. Thus, many centuries later, Equestria expanded into Human space, and an offer was made: Join us. Become us. Share in our realm, a world not of suffering and struggle, but of harmony and joy.
There was a small price. The monkey mind must be traded in, exchanged for the pony mind. The savage, lone ape must become the herding, peaceful horse. For many, such peace, the very hope and promise of their many religions and dreams and fantasies, suddenly became the greatest threat, now that it had actually become real.
But for the majority, living in the endless suffering the masses had always known for as long as Man had walked the earth, anything, anything was better than the short, brutal lives they had been allotted. They came, in their billions, and with each newly minted soul, Equestria grew, its own realm made vastly larger, and the Earth diminished.
Zero Point, the last moment when the extraversal imposition of the Equestrian cosmos rippled over the shriveling globe, finally dissolved the last works of the savage ape away. In the end, the glimmering bubble that remained where the Earth once had been, shrank back into its exotic realm, like a shining fish submerging in a black, star-lit sea.
Now, there was only Equestria, where two immortal beings of light and shadow literally raised and set the sun and moon each day, and where equinoid sapients trotted across a now endless expanse of Elysian green.
It had been ten years since Zero Point, Ten years since the world Tikvah Feinstein, once of Wilmington, Jersey, Eastern Zone, North American Alliance, Western Corporate Dominion, Earth, had ceased to be. Now and forever, she was Teacup, a pale, violet-maned creature vaguely formed in the shape of an equine, one pony among billions, loyal subject of her royal, living deities, Celestia and Luna of Equestria. This was roughly the tenth anniversary of her second life, off only by two months to allow spring weather, and there was going to be a party.
Missus Provender was not one for parties, being of a more practical mind, so she had sent away to another town for a pony that was said to be very accomplished at them. Teacup felt deeply honored that her tenth anniversary at Provinder Farm was considered to be worth such fuss. She knew that Missus Provender cared for her, but this spoke to her of just how much.
There were many things to do, to prepare for the event. Invitations had to be sent to various ponies of South Fetlock and the farms nearby, all of which had come to know, and respect Teacup over the years. The farm needed sprucing up, as did the farmhouse, because Missus Provender intended to put her best hoof forward - after all, the winner of the blue ribbon for best biscuits couldn't be seen having a party on a dilapidated farm.
Teacup and Mister Provender had repainted all the weathered fences, fixed up and repainted the chicken coop, and spent a week working on the farmhouse. Teacup had become very proficient at the use of tools over the years, and it made her shrink to remember how clumsy and awkward she had been when she had first arrived.
Eventually things came together, though Teacup couldn't really figure out how, and now half a dozen begged and borrowed wooden tables stood out on the great green lawn to the front of the farmhouse. These would be for the guests, and would be piled high with all manner of cakes and pastries and savory dishes too, and of course, things to drink as well. But first, they must be prepared.
Teacup worked together with Mister Provender to lay out “The Fancy Set” of dishes, glasses, cups and bowls. First they placed pretty, flower embroidered tablecloths over the simple, wooden tables. Apparently the tablecloths had been a special purchase for the party, and had come all the way from Manehattan. They had been made by unicorns with the gift of working with fabrics. Missus Provender never did anything half-way.
Teacup regarded the embroidery, and thought just how impossible it would be for an earth pony to do such work, even with tools strapped to their hooves. There were just some things that only unicorns alone could do. But then that was the way of Equestria; three races, three realms of work and ability – sky, land, and... technical, she supposed. Unicorns were technicians, really.
Or, she realized, Nobles, Merchants, and Peasants. There was a touch of the Middle Ages about her country, but in a nice way really.
My country. Interesting, she thought. Equestria was her nation, her country, her allegiance. She realized she felt pride in being Equestrian. She had never felt nationalistic pride in her human life. Only shame... and some anger. This was a new feeling, and she wasn't sure how it sat with her.
Teacup and Mr. Provender gently tugged at the edges and the corners of the tablecloth they were working on with their teeth, trying to get it just right. Eventually they agreed that it seemed to look properly arranged, and went on to the next table. In time, they set about ferrying the dinnerware to the tables, piece by piece. By now, Teacup had gotten used to the un-human acceptance that everything in the world had likely experienced the teeth and lips of some other pony. She thought, briefly, about how the very idea of drinking from a cup mouthed by another would have disgusted her human self.
But then, she noted, she wasn't human, and this wasn't a human world. There was a strange, exotic delight in this for her. She had always favored the strange, and to the part of her mind that remembered being human, being a pony was very strange indeed. This was a world where 'mouth' equaled 'hand', and where disease, as she had known it, had no existence. No one would be dying of hepatitis or tuberculosis here, ever.
For a moment, Teacup felt that it was strange to live in a world where bodily fluids were not fearful horrors, where teeth were the equivalent of hands. She felt shocked by this way of thinking, and like all memories of her past, human life, it jarred her. She liked to imagine she went years between such incidents of human thinking. But these sorts of moments had been happening more often than she realized, and it hadn't been years since the last one, but mere days.
Missus Provender had no idea what it was that bothered Teacup, she had no way of knowing that memories of Earth were what caused her newfoal mare to pause and look troubled, for Teacup never talked about herself. But Missus Provender was a smart pony, and she had worked out that it must be something to do with Teacup's past, and she truly wanted to help her.
Finally, all the place settings had been arranged. Each had a dining bowl, large enough to allow for an Equestrian muzzle to root about in it for 'good bits', a smaller soup bowl, and a nice large glass, cup or mug for drink. Teacup remembered the first time she and Missus Provender had shared tea together, long ago. Though it never seemed to feel appropriate to say it out loud, Teacup loved Missus Provender. In her heart, Missus Provender, Cornflower, was the kind, loving mother she had never known.
Teacup had yet another disturbing memory of Earth. There was no silverware to put on the tables. While spoons existed as a kitchen tool, the idea of tableware for eating simply did not exist in Equestria. Suddenly, bright in her mind, a memory of eating from a food tube with a disposable spork filled her thoughts. Fingers gripped around the utensil, glancing rapidly around the Dispensery for any sign that she should run to the safety of the maglev security area. Muggers and rapists loved the Food Dispenseries. The security cameras had long since been stolen by addicts.
Teacup shook her head. She shook it again, and pounded the grass with her hooves. What was wrong with her today? From the farmhouse porch, Missus Provender sighed. Her poor little Teacup.
Teacup next laid out cloth covers on the fresh straw bales that served as seats around the table. It took some effort to place the pillowcase-like covers over the bales, and more than once she had to fold her legs and lie down on the ground to tug the covers down. 'Bein' Fancy' was hard work. Still, Teacup liked being busy, she was a hard worker by nature. The busier she was, the happier she felt, and the less she had her little 'moments'.
By early evening, everything was ready. While Teacup had been working to set up the tables and arrange all the place settings, others had been helping out with decorating the farm, following the lead of the special pony Missus Provender had brought in all the way from Clydesdale. Missus Provender had explained that the pony was good with parties, but that wasn't the only reason she was coming. She would be a guest for a few days, as she had been feeling down, and maybe a stay in a new place might cheer her up. It was hinted, none too subtly, that it might be nice for Teacup to be especially friendly to her, because the poor dear probably needed someone to talk to.
Teacup still hadn't properly met the new pony, but she had seen her galloping about, tossing a streamer here, or using her teeth and hooves to tie ribbons on parts of the farmhouse. It made sense that Missus Provender would hire a unicorn, they were good with all the fiddly stuff because of having a horn and magic, and some unicorns had spells that could get complex things done, clop, just like that. That said, Teacup couldn't remember seeing the pink-maned, aquamarine pony use her horn even once that afternoon. But she must have, of course. Things got done, didn't they?
The guests began to arrive. Old Mister Withers himself was there, one of his ancestors had founded South Withers long ago. There was Haylee Bales and Alfalfa Sprouts from the feed store. Miss Scarlet arrived, her bright crimson mane shining in the light of Celestia's setting sun, a might clueless as usual, but such a friendly pony. The Toffee twins from the candy shop had come, and many more familiar, local faces mingled and laughed on the wide, sweet-smelling green. So many ponies, Teacup thought. She hadn't realized how many she had actually come to know, until now. She knew the names of more ponies than... she had ever known the names of humans, back before. Then again, back before, it was too risky to be too friendly. You'd only get hurt.
Dinner was lovely. There were all manner of fancy treats and savory dishes, but one was simply a must; Missus Cornflower Provender's Prize Winning Biscuits. A huge platter of them had been set on each of the tables, and Missus Provender had made a point of laying down bright blue cloth under the biscuits, as a reminder of her ribbon at the fair. Teacup giggled at that: Cornflower was a might over-proud sometimes.
It was at the table that Teacup finally was introduced to the visiting unicorn from Clydesdale.
"Howdy and hello! I'm Petal! Petal Confetti, at your service, in this case literally, as I was brought in to help organize things after all. You must be the guest of honor, Teacup! I'm happy to finally meet you. I'm sorry I didn't come say hi earlier, but I kinda got here late and there were a lot of things to do. Plus, not much time to do them in. Woo! You certainly know how to put on a good spread here!"
Petal eagerly craned her neck forward and took one of the golden biscuits from the large serving platter, and set it upon the smaller plate next to her large dinner bowl. Then she repeated the effort, placing the second biscuit neatly beside the other.
“These look just scrumptious!”
"She won an award for those biscuits!" Teacup said proudly, nodding over at Missus Provender. "A bright blue ribbon!"
Missus Provender looked fair to burst at that, and Teacup felt glad that her comment had achieved its goal of making Cornflower happy.
"I hear you're from Clydesdale, Petal?" Teacup took biscuits for herself, and a spot of carrot salad that looked particularly tasty.
"Yep!" Petal swallowed a bite of biscuit "These are really quite exceptional! A gustatory delight!" A few of the local ponies quietly chuckled at Petal's use of words, nobody talked fancy around South Withers.
Teacup looked on, with interest, as Petal took a drink from her glass. Watching her, Teacup recalled her first days with Missus Provender, and imagined herself back then for a moment, as she studied the pony from Clydesdale. Petal took the closer edge of the glass in her teeth, tilting it up so that the lemonade inside could flow through her teeth into her mouth. Closing her lips around the liquid, she swallowed, and then tilted her head down and set the glass neatly on the table. She noticed Teacup staring at her and giggled. “That is just wonderful lemonade, Missus Provender”.
“Jus' call me Cornflower, we ain't all formal down here on the farm.” That wasn't entirely true, Teacup noted to herself, Cornflower tended to like being referred to as 'Missus Provender' most of the time whatever she might say, and she was more than a little reserved most of the time too.
Missus Provender sipped some lemonade herself, and after setting her own glass carefully down, she looked up “Petal, kin I ask you an odd question?”
“Of course, Mis – um, Cornflower. When it comes to answers, I'm just plain full of it!” Petal glanced expectantly around for any reaction to her little jest, but only Teacup chuckled. Only Teacup shared the cultural background required to get that particular joke about being 'full of crap'. It was a mean dismissal that just wouldn't come to a natural pony mind. Missus Provender and her husband just blinked. They knew they had missed something, but had no idea what. Not wanting to seem impolite, they smiled, blankly. Petal winked at Teacup.
Missus Provender continued “I've kinda noticed that, well, you sorta eat like an Earth Pony. In fact, you pretty much do everything like an Earth Pony. I ain't seen you use your horn once since you came to the house. I don't get it, Petal. You being a unicorn an' all.” Missus Provender looked uncomfortable “I don't mean anything by it or nothin', it's just, well, I ain't seen a unicorn act like that before. You ain't makin' fun of us or nothin' is ya?”
Petal looked momentarily horrified “No. NO! Sweet Celestia, Cornflower - Missus Provender - not in the least!” The aquamarine pony looked down, clearly troubled “I... I don't really like using my horn very often, Missus Provender. I actually like using my muzzle and hooves to do things. I, well, to tell you the truth, I didn't actually want to be a unicorn.”
Missus Provender was taken aback by this. After a moments consideration, she spoke “I fergot, there, for a bit, that you weren't exactly born a pony. But what's so bad about bein' a unicorn, if you don't mind me asking? I always figured that unicorns pretty much have it easy, what with all the magic and suchlike.”
“Well,” Petal began “I kind of feel like using magic for everything puts everyone and everything at a distance. I don't feel a part of the world, or a part of what I am doing when I just float something to me, or magic something to get it done. I've always felt” Petal shifted her weight on her neatly covered, hay-bale seat “that unicorns were kind of... loners. That they seemed like they were a little above other ponies, and that they fussed too much about all the details. That isn't the kind of pony I wanted to be, Missus Provender.”
Missus Provender seemed very interested in these words, and not a little satisfied, somehow. “I kind've felt the same way, myself there, Petal. But I never thought I'd hear a unicorn say such a thing! I guess I've heard everythin' now!”
Teacup wasn't sure what to make of the expression on Missus Provender's face, but it was clear that she found Petal's statements pleasing in some way. She also noted, with some humor, that 'Cornflower' clearly enjoyed formal address a great deal more than she let on – for her part, Teacup couldn't imagine calling Missus Provender anything other than... Missus Provender.
“I reckon you newfoals don't get to choose what kind of pony you become?”
“No, we don't, Missus Provender. It's decided by our genetics before our transformations, and we don't get any say in the matter. Much say, anyway.” Petal dipped her head so that a fall of soft pink mane drifted across her vision. Studying that, she flashed a strange, secretive smile.
“What kind 'o pony did ya want to be?” asked Missus Provender.
“I wanted to be anything but a unicorn, really. Pegasus, Earth Pony, I honestly didn't care. Just as long as it wasn't a unicorn.” Petal suddenly looked up “In a way, I was already too much of a... a unicorn... back before my Conversion. I didn't like who I was, or how I acted very much. I wanted to be a pony that could run and do things and laugh and not spend all the time fussing about little details.”
“You don't seem like that at all! Why I was told you are quite the little party-pony over in Clydesdale. Though, you are bein' a might serious right now.” Missus Provender gave Petal a kindly wink.
“I'm sorry, Missus Provender! It's all in the past now, really. Please just accept that I like to do things like other ponies do - ponies that aren't unicorns – well, as much as I can, anyway. I use my magic when it's necessary or useful, I assure you. I just don't like to use it all the time. That's all.” Petal looked down for a moment, then back up “I guess I'm a bit of an oddpony, for a unicorn. Sorry.” She then made a silly face, crossing her eyes and lolling her tongue out the side of her mouth, which brought a laugh from everypony.
Later, after some rather excellent apple pie (a specialty with Missus Provender, Durum loved his apples), and after all the guests had either headed home, or had clustered about the spread chatting in little groups, it was cleanup time. Petal helped with the cleanup, carrying dishes in her teeth. She even insisted on helping Teacup with the washing, again, always with her mouth. Teacup couldn't help but think that it would have been faster, and more fun, to use magic at that point, but Petal actually seemed to enjoy the work.
When the dishes had been set on the rack to dry, Teacup excused herself to use the outhouse. When she returned, she found Petal sitting folded, outside, looking up at the night sky. Teacup sidled over and asked “Mind if I join you?”
“No, please do. I was... kind of hoping you might.”
Teacup folded her legs under her body, the cool grass soft under her belly. She lowered her muzzle to sniff in the soft fragrance of grass and flower and the rich, deep tones of the soil. There was something about the smells of the night that touched something deep within her, and while she had no idea what it might be, it somehow felt like a lost, happy dream.
Teacup looked up to find Petal studying her. “Uh... sorry. I kind of lost track there for a moment.” She felt a little silly, being caught sniffing the ground and... apparently grinning. Oops.
Petal giggled, a sound as musical as it was warm “I wish I could feel half as happy as you seemed right then. Remembering something nice?”
“No, not exactly.” Teacup raised her head even with Petal's “Just something about the smells at night. They... somehow give me a happy feeling. Like something from a nice childhood I never had, kinda. Pretty silly, huh?”
“No, not silly at all. I understand the feeling of missing a childhood that was nice. I guess that's part of the reason I'm here. I've been down a lot lately.”
“Provender told me something like that. She said you were coming to spend a few days on the farm because it might cheer you up. That... and... well, that you might want to talk to another newfoal, too.”
“Did she ask you to talk with me?” Petal looked at the moon as she said this, and her voice sounded almost sad.
“Well, yes, she did. But... I kind of wanted to talk to you anyway. Since all the newfoals have moved out across the New Expanse, there just isn't anyone that... well, to talk to about...”
Petal suddenly looked straight at Teacup, serious and almost... frightened “Having once lived in the Human world?” She said the words softly, in the tone of a shared, unpleasant secret.
“Yes.” That one word carried so much sorrow and pain. Teacup felt her eyes water just a bit with the emotion of it.
“These native ponies can't know what it was like. They can't even begin to imagine such things. I've tried to talk to some of my friends in Clydesdale about my life before, and it's just impossible. They try, oh how they try, but... they just can't help.” Petal's head sank a little “They understand I'm not happy somehow, but they've never been touched by what we've been through. They don't carry a history like that around with them – and I'm glad they never will. I'm very glad they never can understand. I don't want them to.”
“It's really hard. Missus Provender is so nice to me, she's been like the mother I never really had. She's wonderful, and I'm very grateful to her... but” Teacup felt excited, to finally have someone who could understand “there's just no way I can talk about 'Earth'” Teacup practically spat the name of their mutual, lost world “not in any way that matters. How can I even mention that stuff?”
“I guess you're carrying one too.” Petal lay her head down over her hooves, her muzzle tickled by the grass.
“Carrying what?”
“A big heavy set of saddlebags filled with crap. A childhood in a scary, dangerous, poisoned world. Mean people doing cruel things. Parents who didn't know the first thing about parenting. Feeling lonely and alienated, all the time. Needing to run away into books and videos and music and anything else that offered some escape. Angst, despair, knowing that one day you would grow up to be one of them – all grey and hollow and dead inside, consumed by money and stuff. A lifetime of gray cities and gray skies and gray people doing gray things, all while the world died and billions suffered and children in some foreign land worked as slaves to make your shoes and your threevee and your clothes."
Petal raised her head and looked out over the farm, a slight quaver in her voice "The burden of knowing what a world of true, real evil means. Of having spent a big part of your life in an evil world. I wish...” Petal looked very much like she might cry “I wish... that I could just forget it all. I wish I could erase my memories, all of them. I wish I could just be Petal Confetti all the time, and never have moments of remembering having been.... who I was, before. That there even was a before.”
Petal suddenly looked at Teacup with a hard expression, her face close, her breath hot “Sometimes I feel angry. I envy these ponies their innocent pasts. I envy them. So. Very. Much.” Petal held the glare for just a moment, before realizing, and turning slowly away. She sank her head back to the grass, over her hooves.
It was so true. Every word Petal had said burned within Teacup, little smoldering coals, deep in her heart. “We can never truly be happy, can we?” she asked, finally “We are living in a kind of paradise, and we can never really be happy. Not like them.” She looked over Petal, past the lawn, to the farmhouse, where missus and mister Provender were, probably already in bed, having beautiful, happy dreams. As always. Did native ponies even have nightmares? They must, she thought, at least sometimes. They have an Equestrian word for 'nightmare', so they must.
“Now you know my problem. Not the best one to have, for a Party Pony from Clydesdale.”
“Party Pony?” asked Teacup.
“Well, my real job is being a Delivery Pony. It's not overly challenging, which actually, I kind of like, and I get to run all over the place, which I especially like. Sometimes I pull a cart, but mostly it's just me and my saddlebags. I'm the first, and maybe only unicorn to do such work. I'm kind of proud of that fact.” Petal did seem pleased.
“But my social function is that I am the pony to go to for celebrations, parties, that sort of thing. I do weddings and birthdays, too. I'm basically the go-to pony if there's any kind of to-do!” Petal giggled at this, and Teacup couldn't help but join in. Tension just couldn't seem to survive Petal's laughter.
“Even so, I can never seem to just... let go and be spontaneous the way I want to be.” Petal frowned, slightly “It's that weight. My past. It sits on my back and I can't buck it off no matter what I do.”
“Me either.” Teacup looked up at the moon, so smooth and bright, a perfect pearl set in a velvet sky of precious diamonds. “Hey! You're a unicorn!” She looked expectantly at Petal.
“Um, I don't follow you.”
"First, I understand you don't like using your magic. But just hear me out, alright?" The moonlight was bright in Teacup's eyes "The thing that hurts us all the time, the thing that sets us apart from everyone we care about, that makes us different is the fact we lived as humans, once!"
"Well, yes, fundamentally that is the issue here, I just don't..."
"Back on Earth, having a problem meant you just suffer with it, or find some drug that dulls it, or turn bitter because of it. I suppose the very rich could afford neurological treatments, or even engram rewriting, or whatever. But for people like us, ordinary people, it's either suffer or dull the pain, or hope it just somehow goes away, only it never really does, does it? It certainly hasn't for us, and it's been ten years since the end of the Earth!"
"So what is your idea, Teacup?"
"Like I said, you are a unicorn. You have magic. This is a magical world! Anything might be possible - Equestria had magic enough to swallow a planet and change billions of humans into ponies, right? We have real, living goddesses, for real, really here. They raise the freaking moon and sun!" Teacup was having a hard time keeping her voice low "You can do magic, right? So find a spell, find some magic that can erase memory! Or a potion, or a charm, or whatever it is that magical ponies do! If we have no memory of Earth, then we'll just be Equestrians, like everypony else!"
Petal was taken aback "Teacup... wait, wait... I understand what you are trying to say, but there's a little problem with this - if our memories are gone, we'll just be empty shells, lobotomized zombie ponies, drooling and making messes all over the..."
"No! No we won't!" Teacup was irrepressible now, "I said our memories of EARTH. Only Earth, we both have a full decade of decent Equestrian life under our saddles now, ten full years of life apiece, and all of that is what makes us who we truly are, who we want to be all the time! Don't you see? If we lose our Earth years, we completely become the face we present to everypony, only without all the pain underneath! The only thing anypony else would notice would be that we stopped being so damn gloomy!"
Petal didn't know what to say. Teacup's plan seemed wild, insane, yet, the more she thought about it, the more she couldn't find a valid objection. Ten years as an adult Equestrian would simply carry on. Their Equestrian lives would continue, only they simply wouldn't remember anything from before their Conversion. A simple letter to themselves could explain what had happened to their memories, and why - in a very general, non-traumatizing way of course - so that they wouldn't become obsessed with trying to recover them. It could work.
It was even... elegant.
In the end, if it could be done correctly, they would become ordinary ponies, and the only thing that would set them apart would be knowing that they had once had sad memories that they had deliberately chosen to eliminate, because it hurt too much to keep them.
They could have a normal pony life. They could be completely open to other ponies, because they would no longer have any toxic ideas or toxic memories that might poison their experience of Equestria from within.
Why on Equestria hadn't this already been done for all newfoals? Why hadn't this been made a part of the Conversion process? It seemed a terrible oversight. It should have just been part of it all from the beginning. The thought that they could have been spared ten years of feeling different and unable to talk openly, that they had been cheated out of ten truly, fully, completely happy years made both Petal and Teacup a little angry.
But nevermind. This could be fixed. With a little magic.
And Petal, well, she was a unicorn, after all.
Teacup hadn't felt this light and glad since the night that Missus Provender had made hot oat smoothies and opened up to her about her past. And moments like that, yet to come, would never be spoiled by the smothering grief of remembering the horror of the human world. This was like a gift from the Princesses themselves.
From the farmhouse porch, Missus Provender had been watching her little Teacup grow increasingly excited, talking about something or another with that Petal mare. Teacup seemed happier than Cornflower had ever seen her.
Yup, thought Missus Provender, all it took was finding Teacup somepony to talk to. Everything was surely going to be alright now.
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<p>Set in the Conversion Bureau universe during the years after the last human is Converted, Newfoal Teacup faces the fact that however much she tries to fit in, the fact of once having been human must always set her apart.</p><p><span style="color:#BE4343;font-size:1.5em">♥</span> <a href="http://www.equestriadaily.com/2012/03/the-conversion-bureau-one-year.html" rel="nofollow">As Featured On Equestria Daily!</a></p>
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Lost In The Herd: Four
Teacup
Down On The
Farm
By Chatoyance
Chapter Five: Road To Nowhen
Leaving Provender Farm was the most difficult thing Teacup had ever had to deal with since becoming an Equestrian. The farm was more than just her work, it was her home, her family. Mister and Missus Provender were like loving parents in her mind, and Teacup cried and cried as she ambled away with Petal.
Missus Provender had both hoped for, and dreaded, this day. She had expected it to come, from the first time she had seen the quivering, half-aware mare unloaded from the Bureau cart, and carried into her kitchen. They always leave, she sighed, because that's how it must be. Still, this was another daughter leaving the farm.
Cornflower Provender shuffled her hooves, and flicked her tail nervously back and forth as she watched Teacup and Petal slowly disappear down the road to South Withers. Teacup had said she was coming back, that this was just a trip to find a cure for her sadness. That she wanted to return, and would as soon as she could. With luck, it would not even be that long a time.
But Cornflower had already raised three fillies in her life, and once they leave the farm, really leave the farm, they don't come back, save for the occasional, rare, visit.
Mister Provender nuzzled his wife. "Ya did a mighty fine job with that one, Cornflower. Mighty fine." Missus Provender turned and buried her muzzle in his graying mane. She wasn't about to let the old stallion see her weep.
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Petal and Teacup stopped briefly in South Withers, once they had reached the town, to stock up on supplies for their journey. They had reasoned that the erasure of memories would almost certainly be a fairly exotic magic, and one not likely to be found in a rural setting. In all of their ten years in Equestria, neither had ever heard of such a thing, and they had seen and heard of many different forms of magic. Magic was commonplace in Equestria - every unicorn naturally expressed it - more than this there were magical plants, magical creatures and magical artifacts either within its borders, or outside them. If in a decade they had never heard of memory magic, then surely it was unusual at least, if not actually hidden away somewhere.
If, of course, such magic even existed. But, Teacup's argument that engulfing an entire planet was magnitudes greater than merely erasing a few memories carried weight. It was unlikely that if power such as that existed, that erasing memories would somehow be too hard to do.
The two ponies had decided to head first to Hoofington, which was known to have both large bookstores, and a significant library. If they could find nothing there, they could continue on to Manehattan, by way of Ponyville if need be. There was also the possibility of going the other direction, and traveling directly from Ponyville to nearby Canterlot. That destination both intrigued and frightened them.
On one hoof, if any magic such as they desired existed, Canterlot would almost certainly have it. Canterlot was the capital of Equestria, and the home of the twin princess-goddesses that ruled over the realm. Anything even vaguely important would surely be found there.
But, on the other hoof, the fact that memory erasure had not been made a part of Conversion, nor ever offered to any newfoal, sat heavily with both Petal and Teacup. It was such an obvious boon, yet it was never mentioned even as a possibility. This suggested strongly to them that such magic might even be forbidden in some way.
Neither Petal, nor Teacup wanted to do anything against the wishes of their sovereigns, nor the laws of Equestria, but their pain was great, and in the end, the only ponies that could possibly be hurt if something went wrong were they, themselves. It seemed cruel to them, if memory magic was somehow forbidden, to deny it when it could do such obvious good. They had both known what it was to live in a world where it was common to be denied basic necessities for arbitrary, even downright mean reasons. Thus they both knew what it was to find ways around rules, merely to survive. This was no different in their minds.
Thus trotting into the very heart of rule in the land and poking about for what very well might be a forbidden magic did not appeal to them as a wise thing to do. Perhaps, along the way, they could find out whether or not such magic was allowed without raising suspicion. Then they could decide which direction to ultimately take, Manehattan, or the other way, to Canterlot.
They had briefly considered daring to ask the princesses directly for help. But that, that was just crazy. Asking a living goddess to help them with their personal problems seemed frighteningly selfish and ridiculous. Worse if they were denied, or told that such magic was disallowed, then that would be the end of all their hope, forever.
South Withers was a moderately sized community, much larger than the town of Clydesdale that Petal knew. The old fairgrounds were unused now, but the many shops and stores that had grown up around the fair, before it had been moved, still thrived. South Withers had become a hub of commerce for all the farming villages nearby, and a distribution point for the things they grew.
Teacup led Petal through the town. She knew it well, having come here many times with Mister Provender over the years. She took Petal to the Toffee Tower, her favorite candy store. It wasn't really much of a tower, though it had been constructed to vaguely look like one. It would be nice to have some sweet treats on the trip.
The Toffee twins were there, as usual, Almond and Cashew. Almond was up front, at the counter, Cashew pushing a cart filled with sweets out from the back. "Teacup! How nice! Are you here with Mister Provender doing shopping today?"
Almond noticed the pony with Teacup "Oh, Hello, I remember you from the party! You're the unicorn Missus Provender sent for aren't you? The one that made the funny face!"
"Yes, that's me, I'm Petal. Howdy do!" Petal did her funny face again at Almond, which made both twins laugh.
"We're here to pick up some sweets to take with us. We're going on a journey together." Teacup sniffed at a display filled with candied flowers.
"Oooh! Where are you going?" Cashew wanted to know.
"Um... we are kind of heading to Manehattan, I think." Teacup went and collected a small basket with a handle, and began choosing sweets to put into it "We figure they might have some good bookstores there. And a big library."
"You're after books? We do have a bookstore in Withers, you know that, right?" Almond was proud of his town.
"We're after some special books." Petal had found some gummy apple drops and signaled to Teacup that she wanted some added to the basket. "Books about the mysteries of magic, thaumaturgical studies, that sort of thing."
"Hmmm... you know..." said Cashew thoughtfully "You might try the library in Ponyville. It's a small town, but it's right next to Canterlot, and Celestia herself sponsors the librarian there, or so they say. You have to go through there to get to Manehattan. Bet you could find some rare books there!"
Teacup and Petal exchanged glances. If Celestia herself was involved with the town, maybe they should avoid it. They still didn't know if what they were trying to learn was even allowed. "We'll certainly give that a try, thanks a lot!" Petal said, as cheerfully as possible.
"You still might check out Coriander's Books" Almond grumbled. "You just might be surprised."
"Well, then," Petal gave a wink to Teacup "We'll definitely have to give them a try before we leave town!" This caused Almond to brighten considerably.
Leaving the candy shop, Teacup's saddlebags bulged with the addition of not a few treats. Teacup was proud to carry the saddlebags on her back. They were a traveling gift from Missus Provender, and bore the mark of Provender Farms: a cornucopia filled with hay. As they ambled down the street, Teacup caught Petal watching her admiring the bags.
"Saddlebags are just the best, aren't they?" Petal smiled "I adore mine. I can carry so much in them, and they feel like old friends, now,"
"Missus Provender gave these to me, before I left. They used to be hers." Teacup was silent for a long while "I miss her. I miss the farm."
"We could turn back, Teacup. We don't have to do this."
"And then what? Nothing would change. We'd still feel different and alone. I, at least, would probably grow bitter as the years went on. I don't want that. No. We go on." Teacup was resolute.
"Ok, ok! Just checking. Hey, should we check the local bookstore, just in case?"
"Um... maybe." Teacup looked thoughtful for a moment "I have an idea. Coriander is a unicorn as I recall. There aren't many in these parts, you've probably noticed, being a farming community. But... we might try asking about the magic we're looking for. We might at least get some idea about how magic like that is viewed. I don't think we'll find any useful books, but we might at least learn something."
"Hmmm... I guess it wouldn't do any harm." Petal agreed "Let's go see this Super Impressive Coriander the Amazing Bookstore Unicorn then!" Petal giggled at her overly grandiose pronouncement, and Teacup just had to laugh too.
Coriander was indeed a unicorn, and he sat at the back of his astonishingly packed bookstore. It really was filled with books. On shelves. In piles behind the door. In piles on top of other piles. It was a bit of a struggle just to navigate all the way to the back without knocking over something. Teacup stepped carefully, bending this way and that so her saddlebags wouldn't topple one of the tall, barely balanced stacks.
The unicorn was old, very old, and his mane had turned the color of snow, along with much of his once blue coat. He was busy reading a large, heavy book, the glow from his horn intermittently turning pages. Coriander's gruff voice was loud in the small store "Ah, customers? I haven't had customers in a long while. You are customers, right? You're not here for directions, or to sell me something are you?"
"No. Yes! I mean, we are most definitely customers. Potential customers, to be precise. We would like to be customers, provided that you have what we are looking for, which by no means are we absolutely sure of." Petal seemed oddly flustered. Perhaps Coriander had startled her, somehow.
"Well, well! This is quite the positive development then!" Coriander turned from his book to face them, still sitting on a small, padded hoofstool. "Usually I get salesponies, or the occasional colt using my shop for hide-and-seek. I am indeed honored to have real customers! How can I help you grand mares today?" The ancient stallion grinned widely at them, his teeth yellowed but intact.
"My friend here, she's called Petal, by the way, - and I'm Teacup, howdy do - is interested in learning magic. I mean, she already is magic, she's a unicorn, she does magic of course, but..." Teacup had been surprised by Coriander, and was still unsure of how to put things "... what I mean is that she wants to learn more magic, being a unicorn and all, and well... um.. you wouldn't happen to have any books on that would you? Um, magic, I mean."
Coriander looked at Teacup for a while, as though he was sorting her out in his mind "Not really much call for magic in these parts, to tell you the truth. Now farming, I have books on that. When to plant, what to plant, what not to plant and where you shouldn't plant what you shouldn't be planting when you shouldn't be planting at all. I've got stacks of books up to here - " Coriander nodded at a particularly tall pile of books "all about farming. Mostly because what we have in this region is, unsurprisingly, farmers."
Teacup just stared, Petal however giggled happily at this strange outburst.
"In retrospect, filling my shop with books about farming may have been a mistake. Being that everyone for miles around is a farmer, and the descendant of farmers that have been farming for as far back as anyone can remember..." Coriander nodded at a huge, multiple, entwined, triple stack of books that ran all the way to the ceiling "... it should have been obvious that the last thing any of them would actually need to read would be a book about what they were already expert in." The aged unicorn sighed loudly "A bit foolish on my part, really."
"How do you stay in business, then?" Teacup felt very sorry for the poor old unicorn.
"Mostly, I farm." Petal laughed out loud at that. Coriander gave her a wink "I run an orchard just outside of Withers. I'm too old for labor anymore, so I sit here, and have hired hooves buck my peaches for me. I wouldn't have known how to do any of that except..."
"Except for all the books here!" Petal finished the bookseller's words for him.
"Yup." With that, Coriander smiled the biggest smile yet.
Coriander actually did have a small selection of books about magic, and in retrieving them for the mares to see, Teacup saw how it was that the massive stacks had been made. Watching the ancient stallion use his glowing horn to lift entire piles of books, hold them steady in mid-air, separate them, pluck individual tomes from out of the resultant cloud, then reshuffle and restack the books neatly was thrilling for her. Teacup began to wish her new friend enjoyed magic more, because it was wonderful to see. In all of her ten years on the farm, she had seen pegasai, of course - weather being quite important to the business of farming - but not many unicorns at all. She'd certainly never seen magic used on this scale.
When the show of shifting books was over, Teacup was a little disappointed. Books flying around like birds was really quite entertaining.
"Hmmm..." Petal was checking out Coriander's small selection of books on the topic of magic "'My First Book Of Basic Spells', 'How To Care For Your Horn', 'Horn Health And You', Ah!..." Her own horn glowed as she hovered a very old, small red book in front of her "'Appropriate Thaumaturgy: A Practical Guide To The Proper Use Of Magic', second edition... hmmm... University Of Canterlot. How much for this one, Mr. Coriander?"
"Let's see..." Coriander floated the book away from Petal's glowing grasp, and turned it, hovering in the air, so that he could see the inside back cover "I always write a little note inside so that I can..." The bookseller squinted for a while "Um, Teacup, was it? Can you see how much this is?" The book now floated in front of Teacup's eyes.
Teacup suddenly looked shocked. Her eyes went wide, and her pupils narrowed. "Um.... I... no... I can't..." She turned her head away, and looked down at her own flank, her ears drooping. "I can't... tell."
Petal stared at Teacup for a moment, then jumped in "How about I make you an offer, Mr. Coriander? You see, we're going on a long trip, so I can't give you a lot, but.." she brushed in front of Teacup, filling Mr. Coriander's attention entirely "...maybe you'd consider, oh, say..." Teacup realized that she was no longer on the spot, and looked up. She quietly backed up through the piles of books until she was at the front door again. Then she softly opened the door, and went outside.
Teacup sat down on the wooden sidewalk in front of the bookstore. She hung her head, and waited.
After some time, Petal stepped outside and closed the door behind her. In her mouth was the little red book. She looked at Teacup, then carefully put the book into her own saddlebags. She sat down next to Teacup.
They sat there for a little while, in silence. "The Equestrian written language is kind of difficult." Petal gave Teacup a little nudge "And there sure isn't a lot of call for it on a working farm."
"I know a few words, from experience." Teacup was studying the sidewalk intently "Flour, Apples, and I can spell 'Provender Farm' too. I memorized that from the sign at the front. There was just so much to do, and... needing to read things never really came up, it just... didn't."
"It's OK, Teacup. This isn't Earth, remember? You were taught what you needed to know for the life you were leading." Petal pondered for a moment "You know, maybe Missus Provender doesn't know how to read either. I'm sure she would have taught you, if she could have. She really cares for you, you know."
"I know she does. It's just that, before...here... only the worst... most hopeless... reading was the only way to hope to get the degrees necessary to even have a job and..." Teacup faltered.
"Like I said, this isn't Earth. Here, farming is valued. It's vital. Knowing how to grow things is important here... and whatever it was you knew as a human really doesn't matter anymore. Well, probably doesn't. What did you do?"
"Nanofabrication science. I was a Nanofabricator for Eastcorp. Programming and... hopper maintenance." Teacup played with her front hooves, making little clopping sounds on the sidewalk "I studied for four years, all while living on the street to get that job. I pulled myself out of the favela. Just for a little respect, just for... I studied so hard..."
"Teacup, you are a fine mare, and you are not a human. You are a pony, a farm pony, and I am proud to be friends with such a highly respected farmer from such an amazing place as Provender Farms!"
Teacup looked up, finally, and found Petal's eyes utterly serious, and utterly without guile. She meant every word, and it shone from her like sunshine.
"We're really friends?"
Petal giggled loudly, and the whole world brightened. She nuzzled Teacup "Of course, you silly goose. I liked you from the moment I met you. Now, let's get going!"
"I'm a pony, not a goose." Teacup had raised her head, and her ears had lifted up high again.
"But if you were a goose, I just know you'd be good at that, too."
In that moment, Teacup suddenly decided that she very much liked having Petal Confetti for a traveling companion.
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Applejack,Original Character,Princess Celestia,Spike,Twilight Sparkle,Alternate Universe,Adventure,Comedy,Slice of Life,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
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Teacup, Down On The Farm
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Years after the last human is Converted, a Newfoal must face that the past never truly vanshes.
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complete
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<p>Set in the Conversion Bureau universe during the years after the last human is Converted, Newfoal Teacup faces the fact that however much she tries to fit in, the fact of once having been human must always set her apart.</p><p><span style="color:#BE4343;font-size:1.5em">♥</span> <a href="http://www.equestriadaily.com/2012/03/the-conversion-bureau-one-year.html" rel="nofollow">As Featured On Equestria Daily!</a></p>
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2012-07-09T05:00:06+00:00
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2015-01-17T02:33:59+00:00
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Lost In The Herd: Four
Teacup
Down On The
Farm
By Chatoyance
Chapter Six: Tears Of Rain
Teacup's saddlebags weighed heavy on her back as she and Petal Confetti trotted down the endless dirt road. The deep wagon and cart ruts they had been following were gone, running off and away to the east, towards far Fillydelphia. The two had considered going to Fillydelphia, for there surely must be many bookstores in such a large city, but had reasoned that more possibilities existed if they kept to their original plan, Manehattan by way of Ponyville. Fillydelphia was relatively isolated, and there were several possibilities to find what they were seeking, one after another, on the road to Manehattan.
Petal seemed to be enjoying the trip, and often hummed or sang little songs. Teacup enjoyed these musical moments, because she didn't know any songs, and in any case she definitely couldn't sing. While she had never actually tried to sing anything in her new pony body, she had always assumed that her lack of ability in the human world would naturally carry over, so she had never bothered to even try. A part of her wished she could join in with Petal, but it was enough to be cheered by Petal's lovely voice.
Occasionally, Petal would become distracted by something as they traveled, slowing progress a bit. There always seemed to be a new, tastier flower just around a bend, or a party-colored swarm of butterflies to admire, or, even a shining lake or pond that reflected the vast, blue sky. Equestria was truly beautiful, and Teacup had come to think of her land as ever more like a storybook than she had previously considered.
Petal had been hanging back for awhile, darting from flower to flower, sniffing them and commenting on which ones were spicy or which were sweet. She had been on Teacup's right, now she was on her left, trotting up beside her. She seemed to be studying Teacup's saddlebags as she passed her flank and came up even with her.
"Most interesting. Teacup, I just noticed that you don't have a cutie mark. I've never seen that in a fully grown pony before. I didn't know it was possible, actually. I don't want to make you feel uncomfortable or anything, but I can't help being curious about this. If you don't mind me asking, how?, why?, what?... I'm kind of intrigued here."
"There's not much to tell, Petal. It just never happened for me. I love my work on the farm, I love the farm, I thought I was pretty good at it - the Provender's seemed to think so too - it's just that no Mark ever showed up for me. Missus Provender always figured that it was just because I was a newfoal, and that I shouldn't worry about it. But, after meeting you..." Teacup trailed off, a little unsure of what to say next.
"I see: I'm a newfoal, just like you, but I have a cutie mark. I guess you haven't had much contact with other newfoals until I arrived? I understand. It is all very strange and mysterious, these things -" Petal nodded her head at her own Mark, just barely visible underneath the edge of her own saddlebags "how they just appear, and why, and how they somehow 'know' to represent something about a pony's life. It's like magic has a mind of it's own that can make decisions about such things... or maybe somehow we ourselves magic the Marks into whatever they become." Petal shook her pink mane "I ain't got a clue!" she said the words with a lilt in her voice, and smiled.
"How... How did you get your Mark, Petal?" Teacup asked, a little hesitantly.
"Well," began Petal "My situation was a little odd. I was with friends, and we were running from the HLF, you know, that old 'Human Liberation' thing that thought they could fight Equestria? We were flying over the ocean, trying to get to the Barrier, being shot at the whole way by a helicopter. It was kind of scary."
"Oh...my! I had no idea, Petal! Wow, I'm really sorry - that must have been really scary!"
"It was ten years ago, and...obviously I survived! Anyway, we made the barrier, but the copter couldn't stop, so it plowed right through. It broke up because..." Petal looked uncomfortable for a moment "...there was something in it that couldn't get past the barrier, and that tore the machine apart." It took a few moments for Teacup to grasp the implication, and then, briefly, her eyes widened, and it was clear she was disturbed by the thought.
"Anyway," Petal gave Teacup a little nudge "as the copter parts fell, the magic of Equestria took over, and they changed. They just... changed. Into flower petals. They fell down like a colorful rain. It was just beautiful. I had been so frightened, so terrified, I was sure I wasn't going to make it, and suddenly, I was safe, I was in Equestria, and the thing that had been trying to kill me had become colorful confetti in the air! I was soooo relieved. I just started laughing. I laughed all the way to the ground. The relief... I can't even describe how much I felt, it was overwhelming."
"I imagine it was! What a scary thing! I'd be hysterical by that point, I think."
"I kind of was, actually. They had to calm me down. When I finally got around to being able to help my friends again, I noticed I had gotten this -" Petal tried to shift her walk so that her cutie mark, a pink streamer surrounded by confetti, could be seen, but all that happened was that her haunches swayed dangerously, and she almost tripped "- I guess the relief made me so happy, that it kind of changed me. I used to be so serious all of the time. Not just some of the time, like now, but, I mean, every moment."
"I kind of decided to become a party pony at that point" Petal smiled "I just wanted to keep feeling as happy as I could after all of that, and to let others feel happy too. Also, I kind of wanted to honor someone who had helped me, once. When I was settled in Clydesdale, I threw my first party, and I chose my name. Petal Confetti, because that is what that copter looked like, after it had changed. Like flower petals falling like confetti. My salvation, thanks to the magic of Equestria."
"Wow. I mean, just... wow." Teacup was speechless. She had experienced many narrow escapes in her human life, and a few failures to escape as well, but never anything properly adventurous like what Petal described. For Teacup, even a successful escape had meant returning to the usual nightmare, and never a true happy ending.
Well... except for her last minute escape from Earth itself, she thought. That turned out alright. Better than alright. Suddenly Teacup missed the farm and Missus Provender again.
"I know that look." Petal leaned in "Tush, tush, you'll see Missus Provender again. And the farm. And Mister Provender. You'll be back there in no time."
"How... how did you know? That I was thinking that, I mean?"
"When your ears droop suddenly, it's a pretty good guess as to what you're feeling, Teacup." Petal looked into the distance ahead "If I had a Missus Provender and a Farm, I'd probably feel the same way."
"Don't you have a home in Clydesdale?" Teacup asked.
"I have a room, and I have ponies I know, and I am sure they like me. But I don't have a home. Not exactly." Petal fell silent after that, so Teacup let things be. The two continued down the road, impossibly steep mountains on the right, and an increasing number of trees on the left.
They walked on that way for a long time.
It was late afternoon, before they spoke again. They had fallen into a kind of silent trudge that anyone on a long journey eventually settles into, where the act of walking becomes almost hypnotic. But something had changed.
Teacup stopped. She sniffed the air. She sniffed it again. "Petal?"
Petal stopped and turned around "Teacup? What is it?"
"Rain. It's going to rain." With that Teacup looked up from the dusty road, and Petal joined her, to look at the sky.
Above the two walking ponies, flying pegasai could be seen soaring back and forth, stacking fluffy clouds as though they were building a pillow fort in the sky. A number of the winged ponies could be seen working together to push and prod a gigantic, dark raincloud into position, tucking it into the smaller, fluffy clouds, gradually blotting out the blue.
"Hey! Hello!" Teacup called up to them, but either they were too high up to hear, or too intent on what they were doing to answer. She turned to Petal "See the big, dark clouds they are bringing in? They do that when they are behind schedule. This is going to be a big one, maybe even a storm. I'll bet that they forgot a regularly scheduled rain in these parts, and they're having to make up for it. Happens a lot more than they like to admit, you know."
"Wow, you sure know a lot about the weather!" Petal seemed impressed.
"Comes with living on a farm. 'Course there, we negotiated directly with the pegasai for the weather we needed. Every month a pegasus representative visited the farms, and worked out the schedule. We had a few commotions over it all, too -sometimes one group of farms wanted more rain, and others didn't and that sort of thing. Of course, if you paid extra, you could get personal attention, rain on just your farm or whatever. But nobody much wanted to pay extra, so..."
"Hee! Sounds almost like Earth there. So how bad did the arguments get?"
"Not terribly bad or anything. Things were pretty much resolved with various deals involving pies and offers of help and such. We called it 'weather barter'. Four pies could get Old Farmer Roan to agree to less rain so the wheat wouldn't get soaked, that sort of thing. It was more like fun than actual trouble. Though there was that one time with the Epona brothers...I thought Missus Provender was going to buck one of them right in the flank." Teacup smiled at the memory.
"So, what do you think we should do about this situation? I don't think we can get their attention," Petal nodded up towards the Pegasai far above "and even if we could, I'm not sure we have anything to offer them to hold off on the rain."
"We need to find some shelter. This is going to be a doozy, I think. They're really bringing in the big clouds. I've never seen such big ones before. Maybe it's because we're between towns, so they figure they can let loose and make up for lost rain." Teacup scanned their surroundings "I'm not sure where to go. We're kind of in the middle of nowhere."
It was true. The dirt road stretched on behind and in front of them, to their right were tall peaks, and to their left dense forest. The forest did not look pleasant, for it was an extension of the Everfree, and the world just didn't work correctly in there.
Petal and Teacup tried shouting again, in unison, attempting to signal the remaining pegasai above. The fliers had almost finished packing the sky with dark, ominous clouds, and almost no trace of blue was left in the sky, except over the forest. There was no point in trying to manage the weather of the Everfree, so the pegasai just didn't bother.
"How bad could a storm like this get, Teacup?" Petal sounded a little concerned.
"I've heard stories over the years. The pegasai like throwing big storms, they even have a competition, or so I've been told. Pretty bad, I expect."
"Alright..." Petal nervously shuffled her hooves on the road "There's no storm over the Everfree. Maybe if we are very careful, and stay really aware, we can take shelter in the forest just until the storm is over. What if we go in, only a little ways, and just be really, really unobtrusive. We don't touch anything, we don't eat anything except from our bags, and we generally do not interact with the forest at all. What do you think?"
Teacup agreed. "I can't think of a better solution at the moment, so, let's do that."
The two mares gingerly approached the edge of the nearby spur of Everfree, and tried to find a way in that did not involve plowing through unknown underbrush or some strange plant.
Just as the first drops of rain wet their flanks, Teacup and Petal managed to find a small path into the eerie forest. The instant Teacup stepped across the threshold between Equestria and the border of the Everfree, the feeling of the air changed. The already dim light seemed darker, and the smells of the world changed instantly. One moment the pleasant air of Equestria, the next her nose was filled with a steamy jungle of strange scents and curious odors.
It was a different world inside the Everfree, and it did not feel like home. Carefully, the ponies picked their way into the forest, careful to avoid anything that looked even vaguely odd. They had heard many stories over the years about the Everfree, and pretty much none of them were happy stories. In time, they felt themselves beyond the possibility of lightning or being soaked, and what they could see of the sky through the canopy of leaves was blue. But they still heard the loud rumble of thunder, and occasionally a particularly bright flash of lightning from beyond the forest would illuminate the trunks of the trees. It was a strange experience: warm, blue sky forest around them, yet a raging storm only a few hundred feet away, just outside.
They had found a small clearing, where the forest floor was mostly empty of plants -at least strange plants- and the trees formed a sort of circle around them. They decided to lay down near the edge of the clearing where they had entered, and wait out the storm, while keeping an eye on everything around them. Strange beasts, monsters even, were said to live in the forest, and neither pony wanted to become dinner for some fantastic creature.
They stayed that way for some time, breathing quietly, ears scanning the forest for any sign of approach. Teacup and Petal glanced furtively about, looking for any movement through the trees. But nothing happened, and in time they began to relax. Maybe the Everfree forest was not quite as dangerous as it had been made out to be.
Petal decided that the time waiting could be put to good use, and she turned her neck and rooted about in her left saddlebag with her muzzle. She brought out the little red book she had bought at Coriander's, and set it in front of her. She studied the tome for a bit, silently mouthing the name on the cover 'Appropriate Thaumaturgy'. "Keep watch, Teacup, I'm going to check out this book, and see what I can learn about the rules of magic while we wait, OK?" Teacup agreed.
Petal sighed, then closed her eyes briefly. Her horn began to glow with a faint, soft light. Though Teacup was watching the forest carefully, her eyes couldn't help but drift to watch, for this was the first time she had ever seen Petal use her unicorn magic.
The little red book began to glow with the same soft light as Petal's horn. The book lifted off the untidy leaves littering the forest ground, and hovered inches above them. Then it suddenly rotated so that the spine faced the ground. Finally, the covers parted, like a bird opening its wings for flight.
Pages flipped making little whipping sounds until the frontispiece and title showed. The image illustrated by the frontispiece was of Princess Celestia smiling at the reader, surrounded by curled banners and decorative flourishes. The banners were covered in the pictographs that made up the Equestrian written language: horseshoe shapes, star shapes, horse-like marks, glyphs that resembled stylized lightning bolts, unicorn horns, crescents, spirals and other simple shapes. Teacup had grasped that Equestrian writing was more likely an ideographic script rather than a phonetic one, her earthly background in programming had let her see that much. But trying to learn such a written language at her age seemed daunting to her.
It had apparently not been too daunting for Petal, however, and though Petal was the younger pony, she was still well past the language window for humans. Then again, they were no longer human. This encouraged Teacup somewhat. Maybe learning to read an ideographic script might be easier for her, as an Equestrian, if she gave it a try.
Teacup suddenly remembered that she was supposed to be keeping watch while Petal examined the book. She whipped her head upright from where it had gradually crept closer to the little red tome. Teacup scanned the trees around them, looking for any movement, and swiveled her ears back and forth to catch any approaching sound.
"Hmmm... this book was once part of the university library. I wonder... how it ended up all the way out in South Withers?" mumbled Petal, as she flipped a page with her horn "Let's see, basic magical etiquette... advanced..."
Teacup froze. Her breathing stopped as her heart skipped a beat. The shape, dark and curious, moved against the dim light that shone from breaks in the forest canopy. The round silhouette almost bobbed, like a cork in water, only very slowly, like a balloon drifting on the breeze. It was huge, surely as big as the largest bull, and there seemed to be some kind of projections coming up from the top of it. There was no sound, but the air had changed, somehow, and in her bones Teacup felt an inexplicable, sudden dread.
"Petal. Petal. Shhh. Petal!" she squeaked, nudging her friend with her head. Petal looked up "Huh? What is it?"
"Shhhh!" Teacup spoke in a frightened whisper "Something..." she motioned with her nose "There!"
Petal's horn went out. The book dropped to the leaves, making a soft, quiet thump. Her eyes focused on the dim shape. After a moment she spoke, soft and low: "It...it can't be. It better not be. No. No-no-no-no..."
"What is it, Petal?" Teacup barely breathed.
"Stay very still, be very quiet. But if I say run, run as fast as you can, and don't look back. Understand? Just run."
"I won't leave you." Teacup was adamant.
"You will, and you won't argue. If anything happens, you just run, promise me." Petal had a look in her eyes that only a creature that had known the terrors of Earth could possess, the look of one who knows hopelessness.
Teacup said nothing. The two huddled close to the ground, wishing they were physically closer, just for the comfort, but not daring to move lest they make some noise. Their breathing was shallow, and Teacup felt her blood had turned to ice water.
In the distance, the storm raged on, beyond the boundaries of the forest. The sound of it, dulled by the thick trees, was a welcome cover, one that would hopefully help to hide any sounds from them. But the fact was that they were both in an open clearing, and as much as the sound of the storm might blot out their ragged breathing, they were not hidden from view.
The shape stopped, bobbing slowly in place. Teacup could now see that it was indeed round, like a ball, and she could not see any legs. Did it... float somehow? She briefly imagined some cute, whimsical balloon creature, friendly and party-colored like a pony. But this thing did not seem colorful, rather it was shadow and grey, and the way she felt inside, it was not easy to imagine that it was friendly. Indeed, it felt like her memories of life in the favela on earth, and she flashed briefly back to the night she lost her human ear.
A low, gutteral hissing came from the shape. It almost sounded like some kind of language, but if it was, it was the most awful speech Teacup had ever heard. The shadow approached the clearing, spotlights of sun from the canopy sliding over a scaled, spherical form. Teacup could see the thing now, at the far edge of the little clearing, and for a moment her breath stopped entirely.
It was perhaps eight feet in diameter, and hung in the air, low to the ground. A sphere covered in scales, with one vast, soulless eye filling the front. Below the great eye was a ragged gash of mouth, opening and closing as if tasting the air. Inside the mouth were rows upon rows of dagger-sharp teeth.
The spherical creature had no arms or legs, but above, on top, almost like a crown, it had ten thin stalks, each of which blossomed into a small eye. Each of the ten tiny eyes swiveled and moved upon their scaly stalks. Teacup had never seen anything like it, and had never imagined anything so terrible, even in her worst nightmares.
The many eyes of the strange beast gradually converged on one point, which to the horror of the two Equestrians was clearly them.
"Teacup." The word was flat, almost mechanical as Petal said it "Get ready to run." It was not a friendly suggestion, it was an absolute command.
The spherical abomination slowly floated towards the two ponies.
"Thank you for having been my friend. Now... RUN!!!" Petal Confetti suddenly sprang up, more like a jungle cat than a pony, and ran straight at the monstrous horror. "RUUUNNNN!!!" she shouted as her battle cry. And to her shame, Teacup could not help but follow Petal's command, her terrified legs acting of their own volition, utterly ignoring what she wanted to do. Her body disobeyed her will and she found herself crashing through the brush and undergrowth, as fast as her hooves could carry her, toward the edge of the forest, and the storm.
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<p>Set in the Conversion Bureau universe during the years after the last human is Converted, Newfoal Teacup faces the fact that however much she tries to fit in, the fact of once having been human must always set her apart.</p><p><span style="color:#BE4343;font-size:1.5em">♥</span> <a href="http://www.equestriadaily.com/2012/03/the-conversion-bureau-one-year.html" rel="nofollow">As Featured On Equestria Daily!</a></p>
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Lost In The Herd: Four
Teacup
Down On The
Farm
By Chatoyance
Chapter Seven: Ayes Or Neighs
Rain fell in cascading sheets, pounding the gasping pony like a million angry wet hooves.
Teacup stood hock deep in the oozing mud that the road had become, her eyelids fluttering from the slamming rain. Her milk-white coat was covered in bleeding scratches, crimson drooling down to swirl in the mud.
Lightning, bright as a thousand suns split the sky, the boom almost instantaneous with the flash, the sound so loud that it made the mud ripple from the impact.
The pale earth pony was a pathetic sight, her saddlebags already filled with water, her body shivering in the deluge. But as awful as she appeared, it was nothing compared to the condition of her soul; she had left her very first real friend, in all the world, to die in the slavering jaws of a monster from hell.
Teacup hadn't meant to do that. She had firmly meant to stand with Petal, to die with her if necessary. But when Petal had commanded her to run, the fear in her body had taken over, and nothing her horrified brain could do would stop her legs from running away. Now, that same body, so different from the human body she had once worn, stood shaking in the mud, frozen in abject terror.
MOVE. The thought burned in her consciousness. MOVE, LEG! With every element of her being she willed her front, right leg to lift. MOVE. Slowly, her hoof began to escape the sucking mud. WALK. Her right hoof went down again, pushing her forward. GO. The left rear leg creaked into motion, muscles fighting terrified rigidity. Leg after leg, hoof by hoof, Teacup willed her rebellious flesh to obey her commands.
Teacup forced herself from the liquified road, pushing with her front legs to free her hocks and gaskins from the mud. Her hind legs had briefly failed her, and she had resorted to dragging her own hindquarters from the mudpit. Her sodden tail trailed behind her like a dead snake.
Mechanically, she forced her body to march back towards the forest. Step after step, her hooves finally meeting rain submerged grass. Splashing through this, she made the edge of the Everfree, where her legs froze again from an overwhelming burst of fear.
Teacup slammed the side of her head against a tree. Her ears rang from the impact, pain arcing down her long neck. Her legs suddenly forgot to remain locked, the pain overriding everything else. Forward, FORWARD she stomped, faster and faster, pushing through the tearing nettles and the grasping underbrush.
She was inside the forest now, the rain gone, clear dark blue evening above. The sound of thunder was still loud behind her, beyond the border of the Everfree, but it became muffled as she plowed her way back to the clearing.
In the clearing was a curious sight. A leaping unicorn, cast in stone, rested on the forest floor, balanced on extended, bent legs, where it had crashed. It was a statue in mid-leap, still upright, horn lowered in defiant attack.
Hovering close, circling as if admiring the statue, the abomination laughed with a cruel, hissing voice.
Suddenly it spoke, in perfect Equestrian: "You will soon return to flesh, pony. But when you do, my teeth will already be around you, waiting. Think of that now. Your last experience will be my teeth tearing your head from you. In that moment, you will know that you had a chance, but that you failed. Think of that, while you wait." The voice hissed and spat as it said the words, and its single great eye roved over the stone pony with unholy glee.
Teacup stood in the cover of a large bush, the twisted branches digging into her flanks. It's intelligent, she thought. It can talk, it can think. Her eyes tried to focus on her friend. She's alive. She's alive somehow. She will turn back to flesh any moment.
Finally the fullness dawned on her: this creature is magic. It can turn things to stone.
Hopeless resignation began to descend like a black curtain dropping down across her thoughts. She was a farm pony, a mere earth pony. What could she do if a unicorn could do nothing?
Inside her, some pride remained. She was a Provender Pony. She was a gosh-darn Provender Farms Pony, and Missus Provender herself chose her. Missus Provender loved her, she was sure of it. No damnable critter was going to stop a Provender pony. Teacup didn't know how, but by Celestia herself, she was gonna save her friend and kick that sorry creature's horror movie ass.
Oh! More than being a Provender Pony, she was the real monster here! Oh yes. 'Teacup?' No, she was Tikvah Feinstein, a REAL monster from a planet of TRUE evil. Scary eyes and big teeth were nothing to a former member of a species that could genocide entire civilizations from the globe. She came from a people that had burned an entire world, a species that delighted in torturing children and exterminating entire phylums of animal life! She trotted out into the clearing.
"EAT ME TOO!" Teacup shouted.
The monstrous, floating sphere swiveled to stare, in surprise, at the ragged pony.
"Eat me raw, as I am. I want to die with my friend. Let me stand beside her, and you may bite both our heads off at the same time! I cannot live without her!"
The hovering abomination glared at her in shock. Then it began cackling like the sound of a thousand hooves scraping chalkboards, spinning slowly in delight. "Come, ridiculous pony. I will grant your request!" The horrific cackling laughter filled the clearing as Teacup trotted obediently over.
Teacup sidled up close to her friend, and stretched her head far out, so that it was even with that of Petal.
The creature cackled even more as it studied this display. Finally it bobbed over to face the two ponies, one flesh, one stone, all of its eyes focused on them. After a moment it opened its incredibly wide, jagged, dagger-toothed jaw, and slowly began to engulf the heads of the two Equestrians.
Teacup whipped her head out and fell on her side. Kicking the ground with her hooves she spun her body directly under the massive round shape, then pulled her legs in tight.
The monstrous creature pulled back from its meal. As it moved, Teacup shifted and kicked to stay underneath it. The horror spun, looking for the white pony. Teacup kept her limbs close.
"PoooOOOONYYY!!!" The loathsome orb was becoming angry. It floated away from the statue that was Petal Confetti, searching with all of its deadly eyes for any sign of the fleshy white mare. Teacup kicked and spun and twisted to stay always beneath the floating creature.
Suddenly, the abomination stopped. It was indeed intelligent, and had worked out where the mare had gone. The great, scaled sphere began to rotate, the mouth and central eye spinning down to face the ground. It prepared to bite the mare underneath it, its jaws wide and dripping, its massive central eye bulging in hellish delight.
As the scaled sphere slowly turned, Teacup scooted and squirmed away from the monstrosity, finally bringing herself to her hooves again, and stood staring at the horror's underbelly once more, as it chomped uselessly at the soil. This angered it beyond any hope of reason. Curse that wretched pony!
The sphere flipped with sudden fury, its long eye-stalks snapping like whips as it righted itself. Seeing nothing, it spun in place, and Teacup saw scales whirl in front of her until the edge of a vast eye started to come into view.
At this moment, Teacup reared up high on her hind legs, and as the great, wet eye slid into full view, she tore and ripped at it with her front hooves. Gouts of viscous, translucent ichor splattered over her coat and flooded from the sundered, shredded eye.
The horrific creature whirled back and around, shrieking in agony, fear, and shock. It crashed into the trees with a sickly, wet smash, then spun into the brambles screaming ever louder. The abomination's ten eyes writhed like snakes on their stalks, and from them weird beams of force randomly discharged. The trunk of a tree, struck by a searching beam dissolved into a cloud of sawdust, the remainder of the great oak crashing down upon its own stump.
Teacup ran to the stone shape of Petal, slamming into the concrete-like statue, which fell upon its side. Teacup lay flat beside it, and peeked over a stone flank.
The floating monster, insane with rage and suffering had already left the clearing. Teacup was not sure if it was fleeing, or if somehow it had been truly blinded with the loss of its central eye. She heard crashes and impacts for some time, as the monstrosity careened further and further away, the sounds gradually diminishing, swallowed by the forest.
For some time, Teacup lay beside the cold, stone thing that had been her friend. Suddenly, the stone that made up the statue began to crackle, and patches of color returned. Teacup saw the familiar aquamarine coat appear, and soft pink return to what had only moments before been a gray carving in the shape of a mane.
In moments, the newly living body of Petal Confetti took its first ragged breath, and as the Equestrian's revitalized eyes focused, they saw the scratched, bleeding face of Teacup, sobbing and laughing and shaking.
"H...Hey." Petal croaked out, through dry lips.
And in that moment Teacup was all over her, pressing herself close to her friend, wetting her with tears, crying into her mane. "I'm... all... alright." Petal tried to hold Teacup still with her legs, wrapping her front hooves over the sobbing pony's back "it's OK, it's OK, I'm alright! I'm alright!" They were that way for some time, until Teacup's sobs turned to choking and sniffles, and Petal had found herself crying too, partly with relief, and partly in sympathy with her friend.
When the two had gained some measure of balance, they worked quickly to collect their things which had spilled out into the clearing. Some could not be found, such as the little red book and Teacup's entire supply of candy, but they had their saddlebags, and they still had what bits they owned, and some of the hay-cakes they had bought in Withers for the journey.
They decided as one that it was not worth staying any longer, and chose to suffer some loss so as to leave the forest as quickly as they could, preferring to take their chances with the storm.
When they had made it to the border of the forest, they splashed out into the coat-soaking tail end of the deluge, which they could see was just being dismantled by distant, flying pegasai.
Teacup and Petal flopped to the sodden grass, then huddled close together for warmth. They shivered, wet and sore, and waited for the clouds to be removed, only to find the night sky behind them, the moon already risen. They were cold and shaking and miserable, and huddling together was not enough.
Wearily, the two ponies clambered to their hooves again, and leaned to support each other as they staggered down the grass beside the hopelessly muddy road. Teacup was wet and scratched and traumatized, and Petal was still stiff, sore, and in some state of shock. But they were alive, and they had survived mostly intact, and they had each other.
Teacup decided that they should eat all of the hay-cakes now, before moving on. The saddlebags had become filled with rainwater, and the traveling food resembled oatmeal more than cake at this point, it could only get worse. The two ponies gobbled what was left, and tried to wash the sticky remains out of the inside of the bags by trawling them through a particularly deep puddle of clear water. Putting their small stash of bits back into the bags, they returned to the painful business of making it to the next town, which would be Hoofington.
The two friends trudged through the night; neither could hope to sleep being so wet and uncomfortable, and walking made them feel a little warmer just from the use of their muscles.
When morning finally came, the ponies were mostly dry, though their saddlebags were still damp. There was no patch of ground that was not soaked for them to lie down on to rest. Tiredness gradually overcame them though, and the warm rays of Celestia's sun made them so drowsy they began to stumble.
Finally Petal said "I need sleep. I just gotta have some sleep. Let's lock legs and just take a nap, OK?"
Teacup and Petal locked their leg bones in place, leaning against each other for comfort as much as support, and fell into the sleep unique to a standing pony. Standing sleep is not as restful as sleep lying down, for there are no dreams, no REM sleep, but it nevertheless helps, and when they both woke up, it was just past noon. The sun had dried them well as they rested, and even their saddlebags were mostly dry now.
"I'm really hungry." Petal's stomach rumbled and gurgled as they limped on. Their legs were very sore now, and the many cuts and scrapes that covered Teacup clearly bothered her.
"Remember the party, remember the baked dandelions in cream?" Teacup began to drool a little, then realized it and quickly closed her mouth.
"I liked the carrot salad. What did they have in that, plums? or was it something else?"
"I think it was plums. Oh... I miss biscuits. I miss biscuits so much right now!" Teacup's belly sounded like a monster from the Everfree.
"They were really good biscuits."
"The best. I had them every day on the farm. Every day." Teacup's eyes watered up, and she had a hard time holding back tears.
Petal did not bother to say anything about Teacup's drooping ears, there was nothing she could think of to say. They briefly considered trying to nibble at the short grass that they walked upon, but as they were unsure just where the border of Equestria truly ended relative to the edge of the Everfree forest, and had no clear idea of just where the guarantee of safe grazing might lie, they decided not to take any more risks.
It was not until late afternoon that the two ponies finally saw the tall brick buildings of Hoofington. Tiled roofs replaced thatched cottages, and wide streets paved in cobblestones lay in place of the familiar dirt roads of South Withers and Clydesdale.
The ponies here wore clothing, sharp-looking frock coats on the stallions, and bustled dresses with tatted collars on the wealthier mares. Some wore hats, and Petal noticed not a few top hats among the mix. The citizens of Hoofington were not farmers.
The first order of business in Hoofington was food. They went straightaway to the first diner they saw, and pooled their bits. They had seventy-two of the small, golden coins between them, and while their ragged, filthy state drew stares of disdain, they cared little. They were starving.
Thick groat patties on oat and wheat buns were only five bits each, and neither could resist an oatshake, strawberry for Petal and apple and sweet carrot for Teacup. Hay fries were a must, and between them they were seventeen bits poorer, but marvelously full in their bellies. They rested a moment after their feast, savoring the feeling of sitting down with a full stomach in a warm place.
The next stop after 'The Groat Garden' was a visit to the local clinic to have Teacup's scrapes and scratches healed. The on-call medical unicorn performed magical healing, which cost ten bits. This left them with fourty-five bits. "Hoofington is a pretty expensive place" Teacup complained "back in Withers, we may not have had a unicorn, but the local doctor would have patched me up for free."
"So would my doctor friend in Clydesdale." Petal searched for some place they could stay "She's a pegasus, but she never needed magic to clean a cut or put on a bandage. Ten bits! I'm beginning to think I should have stayed at unicorn school now."
"Unicorn school?" Teacup hadn't heard of this.
"For the Newfoals. After Conversion, they separate the pegasai and the unicorns, right? so..."
"They do?"
"Y..Yes. You didn't know that?" Petal was taken slightly aback. Every Newfoal knew this.
"My Conversion was kind of... rushed. I was one of the very last to be converted. There weren't any more Bureaus at the end, they just rounded us up, herded us into transports and sprayed us down on the way." Teacup seemed very matter-of-fact about this.
"Sprayed...you down? You drink a liquid, it tastes like grape, sort of, and..." Petal stopped in the street "What do you mean sprayed you down?"
"Zero Point was coming. It was only hours away. Everypony was recalled to the safety of Equestria, and that included any last minute Newfoals like me. There wasn't time to foal-sit the hold outs, so they just sprayed us during transport. The spray did taste like grape, though, as I remember. Not very good grape." Teacup made a face and stuck out her tongue.
"Why did you wait so long to Convert?" Petal was astonished by all of this.
"I... my job was such that I just never heard about Equestria and Conversion and everything until the last day. If I'd known, I would have run to one of the Conversion Bureaus, if I could have." Teacup's ears splayed out sideways briefly, the pony equivalent of a shrug.
"Equestria was in the news for SEVEN YEARS, Teacup!" Petal had passed astonishment and had reached mildly enraged incredulity "Seven years! The barrier kept growing, they tried to bomb Equestria, they almost nuked it, the Conversion Bureaus were approved, the HLF was doing terrorist stuff... seven years! Eight, if you count the year before the Worldgov admitted the existence of Equestria! I... just don't know what to say!"
"Where did you live?" Teacup asked.
"Uh... Michigan. Petosky Michigan, by the lake. I Converted in Lancing. Why?" Petal seemed flustered.
"I lived in Wilmington, Jersey. It was one big hive city. What wasn't megacomplex was favela. We still had industry. Hyper crowded, security transport, living pods, Total Security Work Zones. I never even went outside for those five years. I lived in a box smaller than an outhouse. That's life in a megacomplex." Teacup did her ear-shrug again. "Then, I fled to South Africa, because I didn't know any better than to just run away. Any explanation I ever got came from frightened refugees who didn't know much more than I did!"
"In Michigan, there was no industry left. The whole zone was pretty much empty, everypony had moved away. It was all ruins and mostly empty buildings, abandoned factories and such. We didn't have slums, there just weren't that many ponies...um. humans." Petal felt strange remembering those days.
"That's because all the humans that left places like Michigan crowded around the last remaining industry! We followed the remaining jobs, and the only hope of getting one was around the megacomplexes. 'Go where the food is', right? Or, where the jobs are. How did you survive in Michigan if it was so empty?" Teacup watched a carriage go by, pulled by earth ponies. In the carriage were unicorns in fancy dress.
"Basic Worldcorp minimum income. Just like everypony. Didn't you have that?" Petal followed Teacup's gaze, and watched the unicorn couple exit the carriage.
"Of course - I didn't know they'd even bother with a no-industry zone. We had food rations, like you, but I wanted more. I wanted a chance to, I guess, better myself. It didn't actually work out that way though." Teacup's ears dropped for a moment.
"Wow, Teacup, I didn't realize that our experiences had been so different." Petal had an idea "Come on! I know what we can do!" Petal trotted towards the earth pony carriage team, stopping briefly to make sure Petal followed.
The carriage team was Boxer Socks and Wilberhoof, two stallions with quite a nose for the city. They were glad to tell the two mares where they might find an inexpensive place to stay for the night, and gave them clear directions. Petal and Teacup thanked the kindly pair, and set out for the corner of Stifle and Croup, where a room could be had for only five bits a night. It was not the fanciest or wealthiest part of Hoofington, but this was Equestria, not earth, they reminded themselves, so it was not as if they would be in any danger. There were no 'bad' parts of any town in Equestria, not in the sense of the risk of horrific violence, anyway.
The Coronet was a large, somewhat run-down place, which had, in the past, been quite the hotel. Now, it had fallen on hard times, and had become the home of many working ponies in the big city. At five bits a day, most city wages for even the most menial of jobs could easily cover a room at the Coronet, and Petal found that they were both fortunate that there were any rooms available at all. Most tenants had been in their rooms for years, as they worked toward various goals.
Petal and Teacup enjoyed the building's communal showers, reveling in hot water, soap, and feeling clean again. They brushed each others coats and manes, and retired to their room. It mattered not that they had to share a single bed, the simple joy of comfortable sleep was a luxurious treasure to them at this point.
But Petal found her mind racing when she tried to drift off to sleep, despite how tired she felt. What they had been through flashed over and over in her thoughts. Then she felt Teacup press up against her back, and the warmth and softness comforted her, and almost to her amazement, she soon found herself deeply asleep.
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<p>Set in the Conversion Bureau universe during the years after the last human is Converted, Newfoal Teacup faces the fact that however much she tries to fit in, the fact of once having been human must always set her apart.</p><p><span style="color:#BE4343;font-size:1.5em">♥</span> <a href="http://www.equestriadaily.com/2012/03/the-conversion-bureau-one-year.html" rel="nofollow">As Featured On Equestria Daily!</a></p>
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Lost In The Herd: Four
Teacup
Down On The
Farm
By Chatoyance
Chapter Eight: Working For Change
Teacup made another batch of biscuits. Mr. Nibbles -everyone in the restaurant just called him 'Tasty'- trotted over and watched the violet-maned mare as she stirred with a spoon in her teeth. "Just wanted to say that our business has gone up ever since you arrived. Good job Teacup!"
Teacup grinned around the long, wooden spoon. She enjoyed working at 'Nibbles', and the bits she was earning were just what she and Petal needed.
Somewhere, across town, Petal was out doing courier work for Speed Pony Delivery. Although she was not a fast, flying pegasus like the image on their logo, she had background enough, and skills enough, to be hired. Together they brought in sixty bits a week. They had a three-day work week, like most Hoofingtonians, overlapping their jobs with others who shared their positions. The bits were piling up, even with rent and the occasional feast. This was more money than either had ever made in their lives out in the country.
Both had quickly realized, after their first day in Hoofington, that travel was going to be much more expensive than they had imagined, and if they were going to see their quest through, they would need the bits to do it. Working for a while in the city was an excellent way to make the bits they needed quickly, and so they had gone out and found employment.
For Petal, it was fairly easy; her background in delivery fit well with the need for couriers at Speed Pony. But Teacup had only ever worked on a farm, and for the first week, she was at a loss. Petal assured her that she needn't worry so much, that her Speed Pony job was sufficient to support them, and it was just that it might take a little longer to save up for travel.
Teacup didn't like feeling useless, though, so as she wandered the streets each day, she struggled to find something she could do in the big city.
She turned a corner and smelled something that filled her with happy memories; the same sort of oat smoothie that Missus Provender had made for her long ago. Following that smell had led her to 'Nibble's Country Kitchen'. The help wanted sign encouraged her, and a quick demonstration of Missus Provender's Prize Winning Biscuits sealed the deal with the owner, Tastee Nibbles.
She had been working at the restaurant for six weeks now, and had proven herself to be an excellent employee. It was already clear that Mr. Nibbles wanted her to stay indefinitely, further, she was enjoying her new life in Hoofington so much that it was all too easy to forget entirely about her original plan.
Hoofington held many fascinations for Teacup and her friend Petal. There were shows to see, plays and musicals and strange avant-garde performance pieces the like of which neither had ever imagined. There was certainly no shortage of interesting and delicious foods from all over Equestria, and the temptation to 'eat fancy' every night was great. It became harder and harder to save up to continue their journey when the excitement of the city called out to them.
One night, at a cafe they had come to frequent, Petal broached this issue.
"Hoofington has been pretty darn good to us. What do you think, Teacup?"
Teacup bit into a crunchy roll and then sipped her water thoughtfully "It really has been good. I can't remember having this much fun. I hate to say it, but I find myself forgetting about the farm. I mean, the musical last night - that was just great!"
Petal giggled "It was pretty funny, too. Remember the part where the magical chicken sang?" it hadn't been a real chicken, of course, but the costume worn by the performing pony had been particularly whimsical.
"Gosh, yes! That was awesome!" Teacup giggled with Petal at the memory. "These past weeks have just been great!"
"I've been thinking... in all of that time, have you once had any troubling memories?" Petal had a strange look on her face.
"Huh? I don't know what you mean."
"About Earth. About before." Petal said the words quietly, as if afraid another table might hear.
"Oh!" Teacup was slightly startled "That. Funny... I really haven't. Not once. It's like all of that just went away for me. I haven't thought about any of that since I started working at 'Nibbles'. It's kind of strange. I guess there's just so much else to think about here."
"You know, we don't strictly have to continue the plan. We're making decent money, if we wanted to, we could even move to a bigger place. We could stay in Hoofington... for a while." The way Petal had said 'a while' somehow suggested a very indefinite period of time indeed.
Teacup fell quiet for a moment. "Is... is that what you think we should do? What if we start feeling sad again? It isn't like our pasts have gone away." She looked uncomfortable now "Besides... I worry about Cornflower and Durum, back on the farm. I feel a little guilty having all this fun, while they're stuck without any help. Harvest will be coming up in a month or two..." Teacup's voice trailed off and her ears drooped a little.
"It was just a thought, Teacup. Just a thought." Their main course had been brought by a unicorn waiter, who floated their plates down to the table. "This looks tasty! One thing is for sure - we eat pretty well here." The unicorn smiled at Petal's comment and turned to another table.
"I did think of one thing, though." Teacup sounded strange and serious now.
"What?" mumbled Petal through a mouthful of pasta.
"Back when... when we were in the forest. When you were turned... when you were in trouble." Teacup hadn't touched her pasta yet "I was really afraid, and I couldn't turn back from the road."
"But you did! You were brilliant, Teacup! You kicked that creatures' ass! You totally rocked that thing! You saved us both!"
"I never could have done that, I really would have just run away, except..." Teacup's face contorted with strong, mixed emotions.
"Except... for what, Teacup?" Petal had stopped eating to pay more attention to her friend.
"I remembered my life on Earth. I remembered my days in the favela, in the slums. I remembered what it meant to be human. I felt like...." Teacup's head sank "...Like the biggest monster in that forest. Like I was the real monster, and when I felt that, I felt like I could kill that thing."
Petal broke the silence that followed Teacup's words "Then I am grateful to your days in those slums. You saved my life, Teacup. If that part of your past gave you the courage to fight, then I am grateful for it, as I am grateful to you." Petal paused for a moment "'Eat me too! I can't live without her!' - that was just the cleverest trick ever!"
"It wasn't entirely just a trick." Teacup stared at her pasta "I wasn't... I couldn't just leave you like that. I couldn't have lived with myself if I had."
Petal looked at Teacup for a bit "Then I guess that makes you my Bestest Friend Ever, Teacup!"
When Teacup looked up, she was greeted by a soft smile that somehow shone brighter in her heart than the biggest grin. "Best friends?" she asked.
"The very best." Petal was definite.
Several weeks passed after that, with work and the delights of the city consuming the pair. They discovered the park, and enjoyed strolling its beautifully cultivated gardens. They found that Hoofington had a concert hall, and found the charms of the symphony. They spent a very silly afternoon in a toy store, imagining an Equestrian childhood they had never known.
Then one day, they chanced across the bookstore.
Unicorn Books was an entire store dedicated to books about magic. Thaumaturgy was their specialty, and their stock. Row after row of tomes, thick and thin, inexpensive pamphlets as well as incredibly costly tomes filled the tidy shelves. New books, rare books, even a section in the back devoted to ancient scrolls, carefully preserved inside a glass case, greeted their astonished eyes.
The two newfoals wandered in silence. They had never seen a bookstore like this. It seemed somehow sacrilegious to speak above a whisper. This feeling did not extend to the sharply dressed, monocled unicorn that approached them "May I be of assistance today?" he boomed, in a voice that made Teacup jump a little.
"We...I am interested in..." Petal apparently felt the same way as Teacup did "Ahem. Let me start again." Teacup could tell that Petal was putting on a false persona. "I and my assistant here are intrigued by the relationship between thaumatic practice and mnemotechnics."
Teacup was always impressed when Petal pulled out the part of her that had, as she had once explained, 'been sort of a unicorn' even back when she had been human. Petal clearly had a head full of all sorts of knowledge and thoughts that she tended to keep hidden behind her light-hearted personality, and Teacup found it fascinating when that side of her friend showed itself.
"I have a theory - more of a hypothesis, really - that thaumatic forces underlie the functions of the mind, specifically the domain of memory itself. Are we magical beings merely inhabiting flesh, as one would clothing, and can it be proven? I think it can, and the answer must lie in the way that memories are retained, for memory is existence itself -without memory there would be no knowledge of identity, do you see?" Petal, in that moment, seemed like the most distinguished of researchers. It also helped that she had left her aging saddlebags at home.
Canter Star, the proprietor, was intrigued by Petal's concept "I see, I see... a most interesting premise. I think we may be able to be of some assistance. This way. I assume you are with the college of magic? Of course you are, this way, this way."
Petal did not feel inclined to disabuse the well-appointed unicorn of his assumptions, thus she and Teacup followed after him silently.
An entire row had been given to spells that affected consciousness and the mind, and it was clear that this was a section not appropriate for general use, but instead reserved for those involved in higher research, likely with some kind of clearance. Mr. Star left them there; thankfully another pony had entered the store, eliminating the need for further interaction, which might have accidentally revealed their true backgrounds.
Teacup kept watch on the bookstore proprietor, while Petal scanned tomes as fast as she could. When Teacup looked down briefly, she saw Petal using her horn to levitate multiple volumes, while simultaneously flipping through their pages at a rapid pace. Raising her head again, she saw Mr. Star busy with a new pair of unicorns that had just entered. They were dressed as if they had just come from a very fancy party in the wealthiest part of town.
Teacup heard a book slam shut behind her, an almost palpable 'thwap'. As she turned her head, she saw books slamming back into the shelf. "Ok, let's go." Petal motioned with her nose in the direction of the door. Teacup knew to follow Petal's lead, and they made their way to the exit. Mr. Star was occupied, so Petal used her horn to stifle the bell above the door until they were outside, and the door closed behind them.
They were some blocks away before Teacup spoke "So? What did you learn? What happened?"
Petal's ears flicked as if she had been awakened from some deep reverie. "Magic that affects the mind and the memory is surprisingly easy to learn. You can even figure out how to do it on your own, apparently, if you just know some simple basics. But..."
Petal stopped at the corner and turned to Teacup "There's a catch. All of that sort of thing is considered dangerous magic, because it can potentially violate the free will of others, and that is a big no-no in Equestria. There are some surprisingly serious punishments for playing with any of it, and the suggestion exists that..." Petal looked left and right as if worried about being overheard "There is apparently a garden near the palace in Canterlot, a garden with a hedge maze. Outside that garden are statues. Some are creatures, but most are ponies, just like us. They date back centuries."
Teacup wasn't sure what Petal meant. "Statues, okay, so...?"
"There is some speculation that those statues used to be living ponies. Ponies that may have used magic... incorrectly."
"Wait a minute. Capital punishment? In Equestria? I don't believe that!" Teacup felt like her world had just turned upside down.
"Think about it. What would you do, if you were Celestia, or Luna, and somepony started, say, raising an army of mind-controlled citizens, or started using mind magic for some terrible scheme?"
"But...but nopony would do that! These aren't humans here, Petal! They have no guile, no evil in them! They don't even know what war is, they don't even have police, because they don't have crime!" Teacup was not happy at any of this.
"Celestia has royal guards. Why would the Goddess of the Sun have guards. Armored guards?"
Teacup was feeling upset with Petal. "Griffons! Monsters from the Everfree like we fought! Dragons! There are all kinds of creatures that could suddenly show up! It doesn't mean she needs guards to protect her from evil ponies!"
"Not evil." Petal stared at her "Just misguided. They probably thought they were trying to help some cause or some purpose that might benefit everypony. Doesn't make them any less dangerous, though, if they were to refuse to stop."
"That's even worse! I won't accept that!" This was the first unpleasant conversation Teacup had ever had with Petal. It was bordering on an argument. "Celestia would never do such a thing! Ponies would never do... well... even misguided they wouldn't refuse... and if they did, Celestia definitely wouldn't do what you suggest. She wouldn't!"
The two mares crossed the street, and walked towards their room at the Coronet in silence.
When they had finished their preparations for bed, Petal brought the topic up again.
"You saved me because you remembered your hard life on Earth. You crippled or outright killed that monster, even though you are a pony, just like anypony else. Equestrians may be innately kinder than humans, I won't argue that point, in fact I agree. I am certain that the Equestrian brain is wired for compassion, cooperation, and simple kindness in ways the old human brain never was." Teacup really didn't want to deal with this, but Petal needed to talk.
"Pony or not, you still had the capacity to take extreme action when you needed to. When you felt it was justified." Petal gave Teacup a little half-smile, trying to defuse the tension "All I'm saying is that even a gentle creature can become potentially dangerous, if a convincing justification is there. And magic is vastly more dangerous than any gun. Teacup, I saw relatively simple spells in those books that, if misused, could turn an entire city against itself. Trivial spells."
Teacup's mind could not help but race ahead where the implication led; if trivial spells could do that, then a serious spell could... do almost anything? How could a pony with that kind of power be controlled, if they were certain they were in the right?
It was a very long, and very troubling night, and neither pony got as much sleep as they wished.
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Teacup, Down On The Farm
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Years after the last human is Converted, a Newfoal must face that the past never truly vanshes.
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<p>Set in the Conversion Bureau universe during the years after the last human is Converted, Newfoal Teacup faces the fact that however much she tries to fit in, the fact of once having been human must always set her apart.</p><p><span style="color:#BE4343;font-size:1.5em">♥</span> <a href="http://www.equestriadaily.com/2012/03/the-conversion-bureau-one-year.html" rel="nofollow">As Featured On Equestria Daily!</a></p>
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Lost In The Herd: Four
Teacup
Down On The
Farm
By Chatoyance
Chapter Nine: Asking For Nothing
Teacup walked in silence. Her saddlebags, bearing the chop of Provender Farms, were heavy on her back, filled with provisions for the journey. She and Petal were much better outfitted than when they had left the farming community of South Withers months ago.
Petal Confetti walked beside her, struggling somewhat under her own load, but determined that she not appear weak in front of her earth pony companion. Her new, city-bought saddlebags bore the custom design of her own cutie mark, a pink ribbon falling amidst a cloud of multicolored confetti. Inside her bags was more than food, water and candy, for she hauled books, two thick tomes and three thin volumes, all of which were about the study of magic.
They had finally left Hoofington, the city that had brought them such happiness for so long. But a chance discovery of a bookstore had led to disturbing knowledge that Equestria may not have been quite as perfect a realm as they had imagined: even here the necessities of authoritarian rule appeared to require severe solutions for the preservation of the security of the state, and severity is seldom a gentle or a kindly thing.
Did Princess Celestia, goddess-ruler of Equestra, really turn ponies to stone? The suggestion was there that those who had - in Celestia's judgement - abused the awesome power of magic may have been given a uniquely magical form of capital punishment; perpetual petrification. They had become statues in her gardens, reminders to all that her authority was not to be questioned.
There was no proof, nothing definite, nothing... concrete. But books both ancient and respected had raised the possibility, with some authors certain in the matter, and the thought that this was so had greatly troubled Petal, but even more greatly troubled Teacup.
For Teacup was driven by the consuming need to erase her human history, to erase her memories of once having been from a world of pain and despair. The experience of human life had scarred her, and she felt she could never truly be happy so long as any taint of that terrible place remained in her heart.
But Petal had begun to doubt the worth of their shared mission. Petal had noted the usefulness of their newfoal status, of the very thing that set them apart from all natural-born Equestrians. There was strength in those painful memories, and fierceness enough to survive even the horrors of the uncontrolled and chaotic Everfree forest. She was now alive only because Teacup had been empowered by her earthly past, and Petal herself had begun to catalog the ways in which her human history made her experience of Equestria a grateful joy that no native pony could hope to experience.
Before the two had left Hoofington, they had gone for one last afternoon in their favorite park.
Petal, feeling playful, had decided to try something that she had witnessed a tiny filly do when they had entered the park. Petal let herself drop to the soft, manicured grass, and began to roll in it, luxuriating in the cool softness. She squirmed on her back, giggling at the simple pleasure of innocent fun.
When at last she rolled onto her belly, legs splayed, mane mussed, she noticed a number of adult ponies looking at her. Instantly the part of her that had been human began to scream in her mind of judgements and condemnations. She had acted out in public, she would be seen as insane, she would be found immature, she would be judged foolish and childish and ridiculous. Images of human faces showing contempt filled her thought, and a dim memory of having been kicked by a cruel child on a playground for a similar act in her youth assailed her.
The adult ponies smiled. Two of them dropped to the grass and began rolling on it themselves. "Wheee! Oh, this IS fun!" one exclaimed.
Petal's mouth dropped slowly open.
Her heart began to warm. The discordant human faces receded in her memory. An overwhelming feeling of happiness and gratefulness filled her, for this was an inconceivable outcome. No scorn. No judgement. Just happy ponies rolling on the grass, adult ponies, devoid of anything but joy in the moment.
She looked around her at the park. Healthy green trees stood against a perfect cerulean sky. Wisps of perfectly clean, white cloud drifted in the distance, chased by colorful pegasai. Beyond the park a big, beautiful city, devoid of crime, or smog, or danger bounded her vision. And beneath her, a perfect lawn of sweet smelling grass.
Her senses flooded, her mind shorn of her previous darkness, she lay on her belly in a perfect bliss. In that moment, her mind could not help but compare this scene with her earthly life before Equestria, and instantly her joy compounded. She began to weep, tears rolling out of her large, shining eyes, in gratitude for existing in a moment such as this.
That which the native Equestrians saw as normal, she saw as extraordinary, for her, the ordinary was a precious, exotic gift. Even the most trivial of things could bring her the delight of unearthly wonder.
Equestria was a marvelous and magical fairyland, but she alone, as a newfoal, could experience each day as the exquisite wonder it truly was; native Equestrians saw only another day, no different than the last. They had nothing to compare their world with, save itself.
She would lose that precious gift, if she lost the comparison between Equestria and the extinguished Earth. It is true she might feel less apart, but she would also lose the specialness of her unique point of view.
This awareness had begun to trouble her, as she and Teacup walked.
Ahead was Ponyville, a small town famed for its apples, and its library, which had been constructed inside the hollows of a gigantic tree. Here, it was said, Celestia herself sponsored the librarian, with books that occasionally rivaled even the collection inside of Canterlot castle itself.
Petal had met the librarian once, briefly, during her Conversion. Two of the original six ambassadors from Equestria had made a tour of the Bureaus, and one of the stops of that tour had been the very location that Petal had gone to to become an Equestrian.
But that was long ago, and it was not like she personally knew those elevated Equestrians, rather she had simply happened to exist in one of the places they had visited. She doubted that she would be remembered, and did not expect to be.
Teacup and Petal stopped just outside the town. Beyond lay thatched cottages, stone bridges and a decorative city hall, tiny in the distance like models in a window display.
"Well, what do we do?" Teacup wanted a definite answer to the question that had hung over them since they had left Hoofington.
There were three paths worth consideration to them now. One path would be to approach the Princesses directly, and ask them to erase their memories of earth, finally making them completely normal Equestrians, untainted by memories of pain and sorrow. But this path was uncertain, for the Princesses might deny their request, and that denial, lest they wanted to be imprisoned in stone, was doubtless absolute. Still, it seemed the better option to Petal.
Another path was to go to the library in Ponyville, and ask the librarian there, a former ambassador to earth, for her help. There was some hope that she might grant their request, but if she did not, at least they would not have faced the absolute denial of the Princesses. Petal had misgivings about this second choice.
The third option was to hide out somewhere, and for Petal to apply what she believed she had learned from the books she was carrying. Petal had acquired, finally, the basic principles needed to construct a functioning memory spell. The use of such magic was not difficult, in some ways it was even trivial; but the ease with which it could be performed did not reflect on the severity of what it represented, nor the power that it commanded. Petal felt reasonably confident that her custom spell would accomplish its task, but the consequences of using it filled her with concern.
Though she still did not know the full details, it was clear that magic which affected the mind was considered dangerous, possibly even subversive, and she did not want to incur the wrath of two enraged goddesses. Petal thought of the statues in the garden at Canterlot.
"Teacup... I have concerns. I have doubts..."
"Oh, THAT again!" Teacup had grown weary of what she perceived as cowardice, or at best, indecisiveness on the part of Petal. "We've come all this way, months to get here! No more nonsense, Petal! Come on, let's DO this!" Teacup stormed off, no longer willing to stand before the entrance to the town. It appeared that she had chosen the second option, and that was that.
Petal shrugged with her ears, and ambled on after. There was nothing more she could say that Teacup would listen to.
Ponyville was a pretty place, about the size of South Withers, but very different in layout. Above the town, high in the nearby mountains, Canterlot itself could be seen, built into the side of a vast cliff. The castle overlooked the valley in which Ponyville was set, and Petal felt as if the eyes of the Princesses were upon her neck as they made their way through the small town.
"I'm hungry." Petal said the words before she knew she had, and they weren't entirely true. She felt a hollowness in her stomach, but it was not from hunger but from some kind of dread. The moment she said the words, she understood that some part of her was simply trying to delay reaching the library, but perhaps that was not a bad thing. "Let's grab a bite first, then head to the library, Ok?"
Teacup was still grumpy, but she saw no harm in having a snack, they were there, close to a library that might very well hold the answer she sought. Perhaps a little food might help Petal feel more confident. Teacup needed Petal to be at her best, the unicorn understood magical things that she herself did not.
Sitting on hay-bale seats, outdoors, at a small eatery, Teacup thought about how close she now was to her goal. She remembered her decade at Provinder Farm and worried for Missus Provender and her husband Durum. She reflected on how much she had enjoyed her time in Hoofington, with Petal. But Petal had become difficult in the last week, constantly fussing over whether or not what they had set out to do was too risky. Her fears had come to annoy Teacup, and she could not understand why Petal couldn't understand that the necessity of completing their task outweighed any risk.
Still, she felt Petal had more experience of this world than she had, and it was better to get an important thing done right, than it was to try to rush and meet failure. More than this, Petal's attitude had started to get to her; she was pushing forward from fear that she would begin to lose her nerve.
They could never be happy, not like other ponies, as long as the trauma of earthly life haunted them! Surely Petal could still see this? A few months of fun in a welcoming city changed nothing. If she lost her drive, Teacup knew she would never gain it back. This was her one chance to cure her inner pain, and Petal's as well. Why couldn't Petal understand this?
Teacup reasoned that it surely must be because Petal had an easier life on Earth than she did. Petal had been safe and mostly alone in abandoned Michigan. She simply had no idea of what life had really been like for most humans back then. That said, earth was earth, and she had clearly been traumatized by her life there. This was absolutely for Petal's own good as well as for her own.
Their food arrived.
Petal, also lost in thought, began nibbling hay fries. Suddenly, she saw a familiar face.
A pink pony with curly hair hopped joyfully down the street. It was Pinkamena Pie, one of the ambassadors to earth chosen by the Princesses. Petal had briefly met her during her Conversion, and Pie had encouraged her. She thought briefly about going to her and thanking her for her kindness, but then stopped. There was no reason that such a famous pony would even remember her, and bothering her would just be selfish. Petal lowered her head, instead, so that her own pink mane drifted in front of her eyes. That was enough.
The snack had not taken much time, and Teacup was eager to get to the library. There was nothing to be done. Whatever awaited them, Petal could not delay it further. Reluctantly, she stood up and together they paid and left.
The Ponyville library had indeed been made from a hollowed tree, gigantic beyond earthly possibility, but this was not earth. Petal noted that the tree was still alive, somehow, and its healthy leaves spread above like a vast umbrella of green. A sign outside displayed the pictogram for 'library', unsurprisingly an open book, however this pictogram was fully illustrated and not the simple, abstract shape normally used in writing.
An arched, triangular door was set into the tree, and like all Equestrian doors, it could easily be swung open with a nod of the head.
Inside, a circular room greeted them, carved entirely out of the living core of the tree. Rounded shelves lined the walls, carved into the seamless wood, and stairs curved up to a balcony level. The library was small, quaint even, compared to any Hoofington equivalent, but in its uniqueness, it was beautiful, and quite wondrous to see.
"HELLO?" Teacup didn't know if this was a library where one was expected to whisper, or a library where no such rule applied, but she was here on a quest, and she wanted immediate assistance.
A small creature, the likes of which neither pony had ever seen before, descended the stairs. Teacup stepped back, quickly, preparing to fight if necessary; her experience in the Everfree had left her uneasy around strange creatures. It rapidly dawned on her, however, that the scaly entity was quite small, and it seemed very young. The creature had innocent eyes, devoid of malice. It was a little, purple dragon, almost certainly a baby.
"Hello! Oh! I haven't seen you before. New to Ponyville? Welcome to the library!" The little dragon stood proudly, his short arms gesturing at the sweep of the room "Name's Spike. What can I do you for?"
Teacup stepped forward "I'm Teacup, and this is my friend Petal." Teacup nodded at Petal "We are looking for someone who knows something about magic, and we've heard that the librarian here might have what we need."
Petal shifted uncomfortably. She hadn't told Teacup all the details of her Conversion experience, and she suddenly had a feeling that in this case, she just might be remembered by the librarian here, after all.
"Then you need Twilight! She knows more about magic than anypony in Equestria. Except the Princesses, of course. But other than them, she's the best!"
"Great!" Teacup was pleased. "That's what I expected from one of the ambassadors!"
"Ambassadors..?" The little dragon blinked "You... must be newfoals then?" Teacup nodded. "Wow, I haven't heard that used in, like, ten years. Hardly any newfoals around now, they all went to settle in the new lands."
The dragon called 'Spike' put a claw to his face "Hmmm... Twilight really should've been back by now. You're certainly welcome to wait for her. We have books to pass the time -" He waved at the room "but I suppose that's kind of obvious, isn't it? Um, is there anything I can find for you?"
"Not really." Teacup shook her head. Petal had suggested keeping a low profile until they could judge the situation.
"Actually," Petal looked around "If you have any books on memory and magic, it wouldn't hurt to take a look." Teacup gave Petal a glance at such an open admission of their purpose.
"Sure we do!" The little dragon ran to a ladder off to their right and carried it to a section off to the left. He climbed quickly, clearly he was experienced at finding books on these shelves. "OK, we have 'Better Memory In Just Three Spells' - that's one of Twilight's favorites - and "Memory Techniques Of The Unicorn Sages", Twi says that one isn't as good as they claim." Spike began pulling the books from the shelf, holding the increasing stack with one claw while balancing on the ladder. He was surprisingly good at it.
"No, no, thank you... Spike, was it?" Petal had clopped over to the base of the ladder and was looking up "I'm more interested in forgetting things than in remembering. Do you have any books on that?"
Spike was surprised "Forgetting? Why would you want to forget anything? It's hard enough to remember stuff that needs remembering as it is!"
"My friend here wants to forget her life before becoming a pony. It makes her sad to have to remember. It hurts her."
Teacup was stunned. Petal had just spilled all the beans, just like that, to this little dragon creature. Petal was the one who was so afraid of being discovered! She was the one that had been making such a fuss over anyone finding out. What was Petal up to? Or had she had some kind of change of heart? Teacup didn't know what to make of it.
"Well... that's understandable, I guess. I saw that world, back then, and it was not a nice place at all. I could never figure out why some of your kind wanted to keep it." Spike put the books in his claw back, climbed back down and moved the ladder a few feet. "I think we have something that might help, but I'll have to check. Forgetting things isn't a big demand subject."
Teacup crept close to Petal "What's going on? I thought you were so worried about anypony finding out?" she said in a low whisper.
"It doesn't matter, now, Teacup." Petal looked resigned "If Twilight can't, or won't help us, we either do it on our own, or we go to the Princesses, so at this point it really doesn't matter who knows. Twilight reports directly to Celestia, so she'll find out in any case." Petal paused for a moment "Once we entered Ponyville, our options were set in stone." Was that a smirk on Petal's face?
Teacup pondered this. "So that's why you were dragging your hooves. I guess it hadn't really sunk in to me that the librarian here had such a close connection to the Princesses. I mean I kind of knew, but.."
"Celestia is her personal teacher, Teacup. I thought we talked about this." Petal was slightly annoyed.
"Yeah, maybe we did, it was quite a few weeks ago." Teacup looked down "We were pretty busy in the city, you know."
Spike had returned down the ladder with a single book "Like I said, not much need for books on forgetting things. This is what we have: 'Forbidden Secrets Of Mental Magic.' Oh, that doesn't sound good. To tell you the truth, I think we should wait for Twi-"
"Hello!" The door opened, and through it had entered a purple unicorn with swept bangs and a light streak through her mane. She was floating a bakery box beside her, which she set down on the floor. "What's up, Spike?"
Teacup turned to face the new pony. She assumed that this must be Twilight Sparkle, one of the original ambassadors, as well as the student of Celestia. Because she had never seen any of the newsfeeds about the rise of Equestria, she did not recognize the unicorn on sight.
"Whoa. It's you." Teacup was surprised to find the purple unicorn staring at Petal "You're the one that wanted to be 'anything but a unicorn'." Petal seemed a little chagrined. "I'd never heard anything like that from any human before. Except for you."
Petal quickly changed the subject "We need your help, Ambassador Sparkle."
"Ambassador? No, no, no-no-no. Just 'Twilight'. I've tried to put those days behind me. That was a rough time, no offense." Twilight walked over to Spike and gave him a nuzzle. In doing that she noticed the book "'Forbidden Secrets Of Mental Magic'? What kind of help are we talking about here?" Twilight seemed a little wary now.
Teacup and Petal explained their story, the reason they had set out, and something of their adventures. It turned out that the box that Twilight had brought contained little dessert cakes from a local bakery; these were shared along with Teacup and Petal's adventures.
Finally Teacup pleaded with the purple unicorn to help her and her friend, begging Twilight to free them from the burden of remembering their earthly lives.
Twilight did not look happy. "I understand what you want, and I certainly know how to do it." Teacup was overjoyed! "But...."
"But what? You can help us!"
"Magic like that is classed as mind magic. Magic that affects the mind or the will is not exactly considered appropriate. I once made a mistake with that sort of magic, and I almost got in serious trouble with the Princess. Really serious trouble."
Teacup looked like she might cry "But we're asking you to do this. We'll take full responsibility for it. I'll sign a waiver, or write down that it was all my idea! I'll do whatever you want! We've come so far!"
"I'm not sure I feel that would be enough. I won't do anything that might make the Princess upset with me. I don't even want to think about making the Princess angry. I'm sorry."
Tears started to form in Teacup's eyes. This was the whole point of her journey, the entire reason she had left Missus Provender and the farm. They'd been through so much. She just wanted to be happy. Why did it have to be such a big deal?
"I'll tell you what..." Twilight felt sorry for the white mare "I could ask Princess Celestia about your situation. I could ask her if it would be permissible for me to help you. And if she says yes, I will!" The purple unicorn gave a little decisive nod of her head, and a little smile. "I should know by tomorrow, say about noon?"
"But..." Teacup was upset, but she knew when to shut up. "Thank you. That would be very kind." Teacup turned to Petal. "Petal, we should go and get a room for the night, let's leave and stop bothering these nice ponies." Teacup blinked "Ur... dragon. Pony and dragon. Sorry." she smiled weakly at Spike.
Teacup and Petal purchased a room at a local inn, just down the road. When they had gotten to their room, and set down their saddlebags, Teacup was frantic "You said you know how to do this stuff now, right? Right?"
"Teacup?" Petal was taken aback by her outburst.
"Celestia will never allow it. You said as much yourself, how it should have been done from the very start but it wasn't and how that was a sign that it would never be allowed and..."
"Teacup. Teacup! Settle down, hey... come on. Teacup!" Petal nuzzled her friend, and laid her head over Petal's back.
"She won't allow it and you can't fight a freaking goddess, there's those statues and we'll be stuck and..."
"Teacup...shhhh... shhhh..." Petal had never seen the sturdy earth pony act this way.
Teacup pulled away. "Petal. Erase my memory. Now. Do it now. You said you know how. So do it."
Petal stared at her friend "No. I won't. I won't do that. I'm sorry, Teacup."
"Coward!"
Petal just stood, silent. Her gentle expression was answer enough.
"Fine." Teacup laid down on one of the two beds, facing away.
Petal did not sleep well at all. Her mind raced with the strange panic that had overcome Teacup. She knew that her friend had suffered a more difficult life on earth than she had. Perhaps she simply couldn't imagine just how terrible that life had been.
For her part, Petal had already decided that she did not want her memory erased after all. She had made her decision before they had left Hoofington, when she realized how much she treasured feeling such overwhelming wonder at this new world. Only comparison made that possible; if she lost her experience of her suffering, Equestria would become the only world she knew of, and thus ordinary to her, and that was a loss she felt was too great. Still, she was willing to help Teacup, for it was clear that the earth pony did not share her outlook.
For Teacup, her experience at the library had only seemed to confirm her worst fears. It was plainly obvious to her now that the heavenly realm she had believed Equestria was, had a dark and terrifying side to it. The gentle and loving goddess she had assumed Celestia to be had become in her mind a tyrant, capable of anything. She now fully believed that those statues Petal had spoken of were former subjects that had merely displeased the Princess; it seemed clear that Celestia was capable of capital punishment on a whim. This wonderland had become just another earth, ruled by sociopaths. She desperately wished she had never left the farm.
It was truly hopeless now, and Teacup had not felt hopelessness in over a decade. She had never felt hopeless even once within Equestria, until now. Gritting her teeth in her bed, she also felt she understood Petal now. Every pony for themselves. Petal would never risk the anger of Celestia to help her. Petal could have used magic to fix her already by now, but she had not. Teacup understood that. Petal would be a fool to risk anything. Equestria was just like Wilmington. It was just like Jersey. It was just like Earth.
That is what hurt the most, Teacup decided. Equestria itself had betrayed her. It was no perfect, beautiful world. It was just another Earth, only earlier in time, before the rise of Big Industry. Give it time. Skyscrapers and smog and organ thieves were just a few centuries away. Maybe another universe would rise and eat Equestria, one day, in turn. That would be fitting, she thought, before exhaustion stole her waking mind away from her.
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<p>Set in the Conversion Bureau universe during the years after the last human is Converted, Newfoal Teacup faces the fact that however much she tries to fit in, the fact of once having been human must always set her apart.</p><p><span style="color:#BE4343;font-size:1.5em">♥</span> <a href="http://www.equestriadaily.com/2012/03/the-conversion-bureau-one-year.html" rel="nofollow">As Featured On Equestria Daily!</a></p>
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Lost In The Herd: Four
Teacup
Down On The
Farm
By Chatoyance
Chapter Ten: Everything Is Amazing
Teacup nibbled at her haycakes with maple syrup. It was not Provender Farm styled biscuits for breakfast, but Teacup had come to enjoy this alternate morning meal during her month and a half in Hoofington. There had been a little eatery on her way to work back then, and she always felt famished when she awakened. This morning, however, butterflies already filled her stomach, for she was filled with a mixture of excitement and apprehension that made eating difficult.
She noticed that Petal also seemed to have a small appetite, and the worried look on her face supplied the reason for that. Doubtless Petal was filled with her current fears over their plan, but she would be sorted out soon enough. Provided, of course, that the answer to their request was positive.
This thought spiraled Teacup's mind into the alternative, that they would be turned down. Then, her only hope would lay in convincing Petal to erase her memories of Earth anyway, and she worried that this would be an arduous, even impossible task. Petal had become so stubborn of late.
Teacup thought back to her life on the farm. She thought of Cornflower and Durum. It would be harvest in just under a month, and the Provenders had no help. Probably they would have to hire somepony to bring in the harvest, and that would mean fewer bits for the next year. Teacup had to get all of this memory stuff over and done with, so that she could head back home as quickly as possible. That way she could be there for them. Then, everything would be as it had always been.
Except that this time, she wouldn't become moody and sad because of an errant remembrance. She wouldn't have any 'moments' where she gave Missus Provender cause to fuss. She would finally be a happy, well-adjusted pony, just like any natural-born Equestrian.
Provided the answer was a yes. It had to be yes. It just had to be.
Her stomach gave up. She could not eat anything. She was just too worried.
Teacup and Petal had several hours to kill before noon, when they had been told that they could return to the library, and find out whether or not Celestia approved of their wish. Not knowing what else to do, they wandered the town. They spent some time in one store, looking at comfortable sofas and a long case full of writing quills, not really interested in either, just trying to keep busy. They found little amusement in a joke and party supplies shop. Even a store entirely devoted to fans failed to interest them, though Petal did show curiosity about what was used to power them.
The weight of what answer they would receive hung over them.
Petal had been unusually quiet throughout the morning, her statements simple and always about anything save the subject at hoof. Teacup had expected her to go on at some length about all of her issues, but she had said nothing on the subject. Teacup was both grateful, and unnerved by this. At last, she could take it no longer.
"Petal, aren't you going to say something?"
"I've been talking a lot! Remember all the questions I had for Mr. Breezy? I thought I'd been pretty talkative." They were now at the outskirts of town, where endless apple orchards grew, and had turned around to head towards the library. It would be midday very soon.
"No, I mean about the whole reason we are here! About what Twilight will say!"
"I really don't have anything to say about that, Teacup. I just don't. At this point, what happens, happens. It's out of my hooves." Petal's head drooped a bit as she ambled along beside Teacup.
"What, no more doubts, no more worries?" asked Teacup.
"I have plenty of both, I just have nothing more to say." Petal looked up at her friend "What do you want me to say? Would anything I might say make any difference?"
Teacup frowned a little bit "No, I suppose not. Sorry, Petal."
"We'll find out what is what soon enough. All I will say is this: I want you to be happy, Teacup. That's all I have ever wanted since we began this trip. I just want you to be happy." Petal's eyes had a way of looking both caring and sad at the same time.
"I know. I do know that, Petal." Teacup gave Petal a little nuzzle as they walked "You've only ever tried to be a good friend."
The two mares walked on in silence. The sun rose higher as they made the center of town, and the noon bell rang just as they reached the grounds of the library. Petal nosed the door open, and held it for Teacup, a friendly gesture. Teacup entered. Inside the library was cool and shade and shelves and the scent of wood, and also the ancient dust of countless books.
"You're very prompt. I commend you, my little ponies." The voice was melodious and regal. It was a voice that Petal recognized instantly, from countless newsfeeds and press conferences. Teacup had never heard the voice before, but something in it made her legs weak. This not the voice of an ordinary pony, rather it carried some strange, soft power that not so much spoke, as commanded.
The voice had come from an extraordinarily tall creature, of exceptional beauty. She was an alicorn, possessed of all the traits of all three pony races, hooves, horn and wings. Her regal body was purest white, her crown gold, as were the elaborate claddings over her hooves. But what struck Teacup the most was the alicorn's mane and tail. Flowing like banners in an eternal wind, made not of hair but of the very stuff of magic, her mane and tail shimmered cerulean, heliotrope and ocean hues. The flowing curtain of light that was her mane, appeared like portals to an endless sky, and Teacup's eyes seemed to float off into them, into infinity as she stared.
Beyond thought, Teacup's equine body bowed low, and in her bones, beyond any doubt, she knew who the impossibly beautiful creature must be: she was Celestia herself, Princess of Equestria, living Goddess of the sun.
"Thank you, but I get quite enough of that really." Teacup dared to peek up from the floor, where she found herself, legs outstretched in supplication. "It's OK, get up!" The goddesses' voice was gentle, even jovial.
Teacup shivered. The statues, the things Petal had said. Fear hit her like a wall.
"No, really, get up. It's difficult to carry on a conversation like that." Celestia sounded almost as if she were teasing. Teacup heard what must be Twilight Sparkle giggle: "Come on, Teacup, the Princess won't bite."
"Well, I might." Celestia said with a sly smile "If I get too hungry. Tell me about yourself, Teacup. Join us for lunch."
Teacup raised her head and saw that a table had been set up, with various foods and comfortable hoofstools to sit on. She had been so awed upon entering that the rest of the room had not registered to her vision. Twilight and Spike were seated on the other side of the table, and Teacup only now realized that Celestia had been sitting at the head of the table, a cup floating in front of her.
Teacup saw Petal, already standing, waiting for her. Petal motioned with her head towards the table.
Celestia proved a congenial monarch, friendly, almost mischievous at times, and somehow vaguely sad, too. But she was not the tyrant that Teacup had expected, and while she was not in any sense an ordinary pony - Teacup was not entirely sure Celestia was even made of flesh - nevertheless she was disarmingly pleasant to be around.
Teacup, over the meal, told her story, abbreviated greatly, and finished explaining, with some quaver in her voice, what it was she sought. Her memories of Earth were painful, and she just wanted to be purely Equestrian, to have her experience of Earth as extinguished as the Earth itself was.
The Princess listened attentively, waiting for Teacup to finish.
"When I first reached out my hoof to your world, I already understood the suffering there. My offer was always simple; join us and live in peace. If you are not at peace, then that offer has not been fulfilled. Twilight Sparkle!" Celestia turned to her student "I feel confident that you can handle this, so I ask you to help this pony. Please see that she is taken care of. Now I must go, for I have matters to attend to."
"Yes, Princess." Twilight bowed her head briefly, and Teacup felt compelled to do the same. So, apparently, did Petal.
"One thing, though." The solar goddess turned her head back as she was leaving "Do nothing until tomorrow. Be advised, Teacup, that once done, this cannot be reversed. Take some time to think about it."
With that, the ruler of all Equestria, left the library.
Sitting on her padded hoofstool, Teacup was flabbergasted. If she had known it would be that easy, she would have gone straight to Canterlot from the very beginning.
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Teacup found Petal outside, laying on the grass that surrounded the edges of the land the great library tree stood upon. Petal was lying on her back, legs up, looking at the light that filtered through the leaves above. She was almost grinning, and occasionally she waved a front leg at the high, vast treetop, as if she could ruffle the leaves there, or touch the clouds beyond with a hoof.
Teacup ambled over, folded her legs, and lay down a few feet from her friend. "Whatcha doin?"
"Marveling" came the answer.
"Marveling? At what?" Teacup rolled onto her side and twisted her head in the grass, trying to see whatever it was that Petal was seeing.
"Look, Teacup, at the leaves. The light sparkling through them. You can stare right at the sun and it won't hurt your eyes. It won't blind you. See the breeze, moving the branches? That's deliberate. Pegasai choose days for light breezes, and move the clouds to make that happen. It's all so amazing. It's just... a miracle."
Teacup rolled all the way over onto her own back, her legs up. She watched the leaves and the sparkling brightness, dared to stare directly at the sun, and was happy to realize that unlike Earth's sun, her eyes would never be destroyed by such brilliance. Teacup felt the faint breeze, and sniffed the air, so full of the perfume of flowers, and the sweet scent of the grass.
"It is amazing. It's like a dream. Like an impossible dream." Teacup turned her head enough to see Petal with one of her eyes "All the time on the farm I felt that. I'd feed the chickens, and just be amazed.. 'I'm feeding chickens!' Perfect, beautiful, storybook chickens. And they were glad to see me, too."
"Concentrate on that feeling, Teacup. Commit it to your very soul, if you can. Feel that wonder as strongly as you can. Please, do that for me, will you Teacup?" Petal sounded strangely sad.
"I do, Petal, almost every day. Can't really help it, everything in Equestria is so amazing."
Petal rolled over onto her stomach, and stared intently at Teacup. After a long moment she finally spoke. "It won't be. Not after tomorrow. Nothing in Equestria will be amazing anymore. Not one thing."
Petal got up, and walked off.
Teacup watched her go, until following her further would require rolling over again. It wasn't worth it; the grass was so soft and cool. She looked back up instead, at the light still shining through the library tree's canopy. The slight movement of the leaves in the breeze made the sky sparkle, and Teacup felt drowsy and content. Her worries were over. She had won. Tomorrow, she would be free. No more pain, no more nightmares of slums and violence. No more lifelong wounds torturing her heart.
What had Petal meant by her strange words? Nothing would be amazing anymore? That was ridiculous. Equestria was amazement itself. There wasn't anything in Equestria that wasn't amazing. Even the hay was amazing. The very soil was amazing; it smelled clean and rich and good, without a trace of oil or heavy metals or anything bad. Teacup was constantly astonished that every pony didn't just go around staring at everything all the time!
She sure had, when she first arrived.
When she had first looked, really looked, at Missus Provender's kitchen when she was waking after her Conversion, Teacup recalled being astonished by the wood on the floor. She was lying flat on one of those cheap Bureau blankets, but her head was right on the floor, and the floor was all wood. Wood! Only the very wealthiest had access to wood, since the forests had died. The ultimate luxury, and she was laying on an unimaginable fortune of the stuff. The whole kitchen was wood, as was the entire house. It smelled so good. She remembered how good it smelled to her.
Everything in Equestria was made of wonders. That was just how the place was. That was why she had never even thought of leaving the farm in all of those ten years. The farm was so beautiful! Of course, now that she had lived in Hoofington, she had some idea of how much excitement and fun existed out in the world. Hoofington had been the most fun she had ever had in her life, there with Petal, enjoying the big city. Compared to that, the farm was....
Teacup blinked. Somehow, she felt disturbed, now. She couldn't figure out why, but somehow she felt sad... no, not exactly sad, but... uncomfortable. That was new. This line of thinking wasn't making her happy.
Teacup rolled onto her belly and struggled to her hooves. Enough of that. Petal must have messed with her mind, somehow. Maybe a treat, something sweet would help. Teacup set off for the local bakery. Lunch had been fine, but that was a while ago, now. Maybe a cupcake or something would cheer her up. After all, she had won!
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The pathways that ran through Ponyville rambled between the thatched houses and more elaborate shops, sometimes crossing waterways with little stone bridges. Everywhere were comfortable benches to sit upon or stretch out on. Little gardens of flowers forced the paths to flow around them like rivers, and wide, grassy spaces made the entire town a lovely green park.
Teacup sat on a bench by one of the wide grassy spaces. Fillies and colts ran and laughed, chasing a colorful ball around the turf.
Teacup slumped over on the bench, her front hooves lightly touching the soil, her head down. She intently studied the pathway, noting the subtle shades of the dirt, and the tiny, lightly hued chips of rock that were embedded within it. Some of the gravel in the path were small fragments of gemstones, she noted. Little bits of ruby, emerald, and sapphire lightly lay scattered like sand. Teacup idly dug at them with the tip of her hoof, watching the miniscule fragments sparkle. Gemstones in the dirt! Equestria could never, ever cease astonishing her.
"Hello! Are you alright?" The voice was kindly, more curious than overly concerned.
Teacup raised herself up to find a chestnut mare with a bright yellow mane. The mare wore glasses. Beside her was a tiny filly with wide eyes, perhaps not that much more than a year old - which for Equestrians meant that she could already run and talk, but had no schooling. The filly hid behind her mother's back leg, covering herself in her mother's tail. She peeked out at Teacup occasionally, before vanishing back into bright yellow security.
"Oh! Hello! I was just looking at the little gems in the dirt. Did you know there are rubies in the dirt?"
"Rubies, emeralds, none of them are big enough to use for anything though." The chestnut mare was not impressed "If you want to decorate stuff, you need to go out where the big rocks grow, in the Dragon Mountains. You'll never find anything interesting here."
"Oh...um... my name is Teacup. I'm from South Withers. Howdy do?"
"Banana." The mare waved a hoof idly at herself. "Banana Acres. I run the banana plantation, over on the other side of Canterlot. This is my daughter, Plantain. Say hello, sweetie!"
The shy little filly peeked out through curls of her mother's tail "Hello." Almost instantly her head drew back, closing the curls like a curtain on a stage.
"A banana plantation? In Equestria?" Teacup was astonished.
"Well.... of course. Everypony loves bananas. You can't have banana muffins without them. Or banana splits, or banana pudding, or... just bananas. Ponies are bananas for bananas!" Ms. Acres was taken aback by Teacup's reaction of surprise.
"But... the climate..." Teacup foundered in the field of conversation.
"We have a deal with the pegasai. Constant sunshine, and we skip spring, winter and fall entirely. It's less work for them, and more bananas for everyone. It's kind of dull, though, summer forever. Still, that's why we have hooves, right? I want little Plantain to see other seasons as she grows up. This will be her first Fall. I just love the Running Of The Leaves." Ms. Acres turned slightly to nuzzle her foal, but Plantain had other ideas, and retreated, following the sweep of Banana's tail. The chestnut mare laughed at this. "She's a little shy around other ponies. She prefers her bunnies and those... spiders."
"Spiders?" This was new. Teacup was aghast.
"Giant banana spiders. They live all over the plantation. They used to like to jump out of the trees and scare everypony. They thought it was funny. We had to make an agreement with them, so once a month we hold a banana picnic for the spiders and that solved the problem. But oh, Celestia, is it boring. Have you ever been to a social event with spiders? It's 'click-click-click', and you can't understand a thing they say. Plus, let's face it, they are pretty creepy. And the clicking - it's like listening to a room of bored ponies tapping their hooves while they wait. At least they're polite."
Teacup moved from being aghast to the more sensible position of wide-mouthed horror "Aren't... aren't they poisonous?" she squeeked.
"Huh? Nothing in Equestria is poisonous. Everyone knows that." Banana Acres looked at Teacup as if she were a bit... slow. "Anyway it's the bunnies that are the real problem."
"B-Bunnies?" By this time Teacup's mind had simply chosen to give up, and she found herself floating along, down the long river of incredulity.
"Plantain has gotten them organized them into some kind of a marching band. Up and down, back and forth, hundreds of them, all in formation. That's her big plan in life. She thinks she's going to start the first rabbit symphony or something. It's not like any of them can play an instrument, they're just bunnies. She'll never amount to anything marching bunnies around." Ms. Acres seemed frustrated. "Run along honey!" she scooted her daughter out to the green field. "Mommy will wait right here on the bench. Go play for awhile. Go on!"
Ms. Acres continued "I want her to go to the big city someday. Not get stuck on the plantation like me. I can't tell you how dull my life is. Bananas. Oh, look, more bananas. I'm actually sick of bananas now - can you believe that? Anyway, I really want her to get serious about studying, so she can have an exciting life. But no, all she wants is to play with dancing bunnies. Did I mention she has them dancing, too? They're not very good, actually. Bunnies just aren't built to do a decent cabriole, and it's all feet over ears the moment they try a tours chaînés déboulés. Pathetic, really."
"I... I have to go." Teacup struggled to her hooves. "It was very nice to meet you. Um... bye." Teacup tried not to gallop, but she could not help herself.
"Curious mare. Oh well. PLANTAIN!" Ms. Acres yelled out to her foal, who was hiding behind a bush. "MINGLE! I didn't bring you all the way to Ponyville so you could hide out!"
♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
The moon was high in the night sky. Teacup wandered down the center of Ponyville, towards the bridge that led to the town pavilion. She had been wandering all day long, stopping only to rest, or to have a snack. She hadn't felt like eating a full dinner.
She had made a point of avoiding Petal. Right now, that unicorn just seemed to fill her with uncertainty. She felt angry at Petal, though she wasn't entirely sure why. Everything had seemed so simple, months ago, when they had first started out. And Hoofington. Oh, Hoofington had been so wonderful. Then everything just seemed to go wrong, somehow.
Petal's words, those damn words, kept echoing in Teacup's mind. "Nothing in Equestria will be amazing anymore. Not one thing." It was a stupid thing to say. Just today, Teacup had sat with a pony that grew bananas in a patch of perpetual summer, and whose year-old foal marched dancing rabbits around. They had a peace agreement with giant spiders. The hell? Equestria could not be more amazing if it tried to be.
She'd met a living goddess this very same day! Can't forget that, she thought. A living goddess, banana spiders, dancing bunnies, all on the same day. That was just one day. And on top of all of that, the day was perfect, absolutely perfect weather, sweet green grass and flowers everywhere.
Try having a day like that in Wilmington! Hell, try having a day like that anywhere at all on the long dead Earth! You could probably get the spiders, but they wouldn't be agreeable, and the grass, sky and bunnies were right out. Plus, of course, bananas had been extinct for decades before Teacup had been born.
Equestria was the most amazing of amazing places. There was no comparison.
No comparison at all.
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<p>Set in the Conversion Bureau universe during the years after the last human is Converted, Newfoal Teacup faces the fact that however much she tries to fit in, the fact of once having been human must always set her apart.</p><p><span style="color:#BE4343;font-size:1.5em">♥</span> <a href="http://www.equestriadaily.com/2012/03/the-conversion-bureau-one-year.html" rel="nofollow">As Featured On Equestria Daily!</a></p>
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Lost In The Herd: Four
Teacup
Down On The
Farm
By Chatoyance
Chapter Eleven: The Family Name
"Ah, Excuse me...Howdy there, ma'am?" The face was blurry and far too cheerful for how Teacup felt. Also the hoof shaking her awake was none too gentle. "Ah don't want to pry into yur business or nothin', but it's a mighty cold mornin', what with fall comin' on an' all, to be sleepin' on the ground like that. Now ah don't mind none, or nothing, but I'm a might worried that you might, well, be in some kind of distress an' all, what with sleepin' out here and such."
Teacup shivered. She was very cold, and her joints ached from sleeping on the ground. She tried to remember what the heck she was doing there. Gradually, her foggy memory cleared, and she remembered having wandered out to the edge of town, because she didn't want to face Petal. She hadn't wanted to return to their shared room. Somehow she had thought it was a good idea to curl up under an apple tree. After all, the day had been perfect.
Oh, yes... the Running Of The Leaves was coming up. The leaves had to be turned to autumn colors for that, and this required the pegasai to adjust the temperature at night so that the leaves would change. Teacup had been so preoccupied that she had forgotten about that. No wonder she felt so frosty.
"Ah, ma'am?"
"Teacup. My name's Tea..cup." She was still waking up, even if her mind was clearing, and her mouth felt like several raccoons had made an outhouse in it during the night.
"Well, beggin' yur pardon and such, I was wondrin' if maybe you might be hungry. We're fixin' to make some breakfast back at the farmhouse, and you'd be welcome to join us, if you'd like."
The pony was athletic for a mare, orange with a soft yellow mane and tail. Her mane was tied in the pony equivalent of pigtails, and had fixed her tail that way as well, so as to keep both from interfering with her work. She wore a wide-brimmed hat, and a friendly face. "Name's Applejack, this here's my farm. We grow apples, family business'n all. Glad to meet ya, Teacup."
"Um..." Teacup was having some trouble getting to her hooves; she was sore and stiff, and had just come to the conclusion that anything was almost certainly preferable to sleeping on the ground. There was also no denying that she was hungry; her stomach was making sounds like two Everfree monsters disagreeing over a potential mate.
Suddenly, she knew what she wanted to eat. She knew exactly what she wanted. And she wanted it a lot.
"Ms... Applejack?" Teacup was now fully upright, and much more awake "I'd love to take you up on your offer of breakfast! I live on a farm myself, down by South Withers, and I haven't had a good, down home breakfast in months."
"Well, shucks, we can take care of that! Withers? You're a long way from home, if'n you don't mind me sayin'." The two had begun to walk, Applejack leading the way through the orchard to the big red farmhouse just ahead.
"I've been on a long journey." Teacup was limping a little, but her joints were slowly warming up "Listen Applejack, I've got a really strong desire for a taste of my home. Back on my farm, we always ate biscuits and tea for breakfast, and our biscuits were special. They won a blue ribbon and everything. Could I make you an offer? If you'd let me use your kitchen, I would like to whip up a batch of those biscuits for you and yours. Do you think that might be possible?"
"You want to make us all biscuits for breakfast? Well, that's very kind o' ya, an' it'll save Big Mac and me a peck o' work, so sure, if'n that's what ya' really want to do. Can't hardly say no!"
The rambling farmhouse was big and roomy, and if not in the most perfect repair, had the warm, homey feeling of a place that had been truly loved. After being introduced to Applejack's elderly Granny Smith, and the appropriately named Big Mac, Teacup was led to the the kitchen. There, Applejack assisted her by bringing forth the needed ingredients and tools, and Teacup set about making Missus Provender's Prize Winning Biscuits for the small family.
As she stirred the bowl, a long wooden spoon in her teeth, Teacup's memory slipped back to her happy days on the Provender Farm, and she couldn't help a tear forming in her eye. "Somethin' wrong? Kin ah help?" Applejack had seen the tear fall into the batter.
"No, sorry." Teacup sniffed and smiled "Just remembering home. Your place reminds me of my farm, and I miss it a lot."
"Ah reckon' ah kin understand that perfectly. Ah always feel th' same, when I'm away from home myself." The orange farm pony stood close to Teacup, always ready to help with an ingredient, but mostly just to be friendly. Applejack reckoned that the poor white mare likely hadn't enough bits to afford a room, and being down on her luck, had been forced to sleep on the ground.
When the first batch was in the oven, Applejack set about the issue of tea. She had to dig around in the larder a bit, until she found the tea jar she knew was back there somewhere. "We don't drink a lot'a tea, ta' tell the truth, but there ain't no reason why we can't today. Ah don't know how good this here is, but it's tea, and it's what we got."
"I'm sure it will be wonderful." Teacup really liked her hostess, and was glad she had been discovered by her.
Soon, Teacup was bringing the tray of biscuits out of the oven, and the warm smell set everypony's mouth to watering. Nothing smelled as good as Provender Biscuits in the morning, Teacup thought, and she was happy to share this joy with her new farm friends.
Sitting down in the kitchen, at an old wood table, Granny Smith gummed her biscuit with approval, and the muscular Big Mac wolfed several down at a time. Applejack, for her part, was not faint with praise: "I reckon these here are the best biscuits ah ever done ate." There was jam and butter on the table, and the sound of smacking lips all around.
It was decided early on that a second batch would be a good idea, so Teacup was already mixing it. "Hey there, Teacup, you ain't had any yurself! Ah got a cup of tea here for ya, why don't ya set a spell and have some o' yur own biscuits an' let me finish for ya?" Applejack had gotten up and ambled over to Teacup's side again.
The smell of the biscuits had driven Teacup half mad from hunger, but she was determined to be good to her hosts. "Just a moment" she mumbled through the spoon, as she finished her mixing. "Actually, I am famished. Thank you, Applejack!"
Teacup leaned over the table and took a biscuit. She moved it to a little plate by her, and as she set it down, she bit half of it away, the soft biscuit resting on her tongue. She leaned over and took a sip of tea, the biscuit melting into the warmness. The flavor and aroma of tea and freshly baked biscuit completely filled her senses.
Suddenly her memory returned to Provender Farm, and Missus Provender was smiling at her, and the chickens were perfect and beautiful, the straw was golden like lovely morning, and the floor smelled of healthy wood, of summers past, and flowers and hay and happy meals of good food and much laughter. Every little thing, every smell and taste and feeling, every butterfly hovering over the alfalfa was wonder and beauty and a true miracle, and each moment a treasure, because she alone knew just how impossible it was. With that taste, with that bite of biscuit, she knew down to the depth of her being that not even Hoofington could compare, because she already had an entire world to compare her farm, HER farm to, and she finally, fully understood Petal's words to her, and also how wise immortal Celestia must truly be to make her wait one full day.
There was a sound. It was like air filling an empty space, a swirling sort of sound, almost musical, punctuated by a tone so definite and final that it could not be questioned. Teacup's right flank tingled, as though an electrical current had passed through it.
Teacup's head shot up, her neck rigid, her legs wide. She turned her head to the right, seeing AppleJack's wide eyes and the look of surprise on her face. Teacup lowered her view as she craned her head and curved her flank, already somehow certain of what she would behold.
There, on Teacup's flank, shining in the morning light, was the image of a teacup and two biscuits, a trinity of symbols that somehow she instantly understood, for they followed the sudden realization of her heart. In that moment, she knew that her very soul had been saved by a bite and a sip, by knowing that the price of her heaven was the memory of a long lost hell.
Teacup started crying, large tears rolling down her smiling face, and Applejack was going on about how she had seen it appear, and how she hadn't noticed that Teacup was a 'blank flank' and that she was really sorry for saying 'blank flank' out loud and was Teacup alright because she was crying, and Teacup had to explain that it was because she was happy, and everything became confusing for a while, but it was good confusing, and that was OK, it was better than OK.
♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
Petal walked nervously back and forth in front of the library. She kept scanning the roads, and the sides of the lot for any sign of Teacup. It was almost noon once again, and Teacup was very aware that Twilight had spent the night making sure she knew just the right spell and that it would remove exactly the right memories, while leaving everything else alone.
If this was truly what Teacup wanted, then Petal would accept it. Twilight had explained how the erasure would remove selectively any mention or suggestion of Earth from Teacup's memories, but that it would not eliminate anything that had happened to her since arriving in Equestria. Teacup would remember Petal, she would remember going on their journey, she would know that she had sought to have her memories erased, but she simply would not know what those memories were. Any conversation Petal had shared with Teacup would appear edited to her; Teacup would remember having talked with Petal, and any emotions she had felt, but all details about Earth would simply be missing.
This had comforted Petal somewhat, since she did fear losing her friendship with Teacup over this. But Twilight had assured her that even if Teacup would no longer remember every detail of their time together, any feelings of shared joy or gratitude or friendship would be untouched.
Petal was about to go back inside the library for a bit when she noticed a familiar white shape approaching. The violet mane was unmistakable; Teacup was coming. Petal's heart sank a bit, for she knew that it was too late, but she resolved to be the best friend she could be, whatever happened.
Teacup stopped a few feet from Petal, in profile, showing her left side. She seemed shy, somehow, and looked off to the edge of the library, never meeting Petal's eyes.
"Petal?" Teacup spoke, her head lowered, her eyes half-lidded, a faint smile playing on her lips. "Would you do me a favor?"
Petal didn't know what was going on, but whatever it was, she had already decided what her response would always be. "Of course, Teacup. What do you need me to do?"
"I need you to take me back home, so that every day can remain... amazing." Teacup turned to face the other way, deliberately showing off her new cutie mark, and Petal saw the teacup and the two biscuits, and tears filled her eyes. Somehow, Teacup had finally understood, and Petal was so grateful that there would be no memory erasure today, or ever.
Twilight was strangely disappointed; she had studied all night and now she wasn't going to get to perform any fascinating new magic. She left in a huff, intent on finding anypony that might have some memory, any memory that they wanted to lose, if she possibly could.
And thus it was that Petal found herself back on the road, headed towards Provender Farm, with her best friend Teacup.
The journey home was made much easier thanks to a word with the local weather pegasus; she turned out to be yet another of the original ambassadors to Earth, and Spike was able to convince her to put the word out that two travelers needed clear skies to get home. It helped to have friends in high places, it seemed, even in Equestria.
Petal and Teacup stopped only briefly in Hoofington, just long enough to refill their traveling supplies. Petal was surprised that Teacup did not want to take in a show or stay a week or two, but Teacup was adamant; the harvest was coming, and she needed to get home as quickly as possible so as to help the Provenders.
When they finally reached South Withers, most of the substantial number of bits they had made during their first time in Hoofington were finally gone, so they had a simple, inexpensive meal, and begged the Toffee twins to crash in their home for one night, until they could set out down the very last road on their return journey; the road that led to the Provender Farm.
The next morning, they found themselves on that road, heading home. In the distance ahead, vast fields of wheat and corn lead to a small but cozy farmhouse.
"Petal?" Teacup's eyes searched the familiar landscape "Do you think Missus Provender...." Teacup's voice trailed off, and her ears drooped low.
"Missus Provender...what, Teacup?"
"Do you think... she missed me?" Teacup looked genuinely concerned.
"Oh, Teacup. You silly filly! - of course she missed you! She loves you, Teacup. Goodness." Petal stared at Teacup. "What brought this on?"
"Well, I don't know... I guess it's just been so long, and really, I AM just some newfoal she took in to work on her farm, after all." Teacup's head hung even lower as she ambled.
"Teacup, you are my friend, but damn... sometimes you just aren't the most aware pony I've ever met. It's frustrating, to tell you the truth." Petal shook her head.
"I know." Teacup raised her head and sighed. "Thanks for putting up with me."
Petal sighed in return, and then gave her friend a soft, loving smile.
Provender Farm was the same as Teacup remembered it, save that now the crops were full and ready. Mister Provender was the first to greet them, and the old stallion held Teacup tightly under his neck for a long time, pulling her tight against his chest. Inside the kitchen was Missus Provender, who, for the first time that Teacup had even seen, actually wept.
When all the fuss and tears and laughter of their reunion had passed, after the big dinner that Missus Provender threw together to celebrate Teacup's return, and after all the fuss over Teacup's new cutie mark was done with, Teacup found herself alone at last with Missus Provender. Petal was asleep upstairs in Teacup's bed, they were used to sharing beds by now when it was required. Durum had retreated upstairs as well, knowing that Cornflower and Teacup needed some time together.
Missus Provender made tea, and there they were, in the night, at the same table where Teacup had first received her name.
"Did ya manage to find a fix to yer... problem?" Missus Provender poured tea for the two of them.
"I think, after a fashion, that I did." Teacup felt so many emotions she had no words for most of them "Cornflower..." It was not often that Teacup had ever used Missus Provender's first name out loud. "I want to tell you about it, if you're willing to listen."
"Great Celestia, Teacup! All I ever wanted is for ya to open up ta me! I've been worried sick about ya for a long time." It was a surprisingly open admission by the normally reserved Missus Provender, but the real weight behind her words was in her wet, shining eyes.
"I was... afraid." Teacup began to shake with emotion. "I was afraid that you wouldn't really want to hear, I was afraid that what I had to say would harm you somehow, I was afraid...because..." Teacup's tears fell onto the table "...in my heart, you are the mother I never had. I...I love you. I wish you were my mother. I would be so proud if you were. I am so grateful you took me in. I'm so grateful to have been allowed to stay here, to work here, for you to put up with me, and I just want to be here, on the farm, with you forever, I just, I just..." Teacup just couldn't speak any more.
"You jus' listen to me, Teacup..." Cornflower looked down at Teacup's new Mark "Teacup....Biscuit... Provender! I expect my fillies ta come an' talk ta me about anything, that's what I'm here for. Your sisters never gave me this kind 'a trouble, so I expect ya ta just stop that kind 'a nonsense from now on. Ya hear?"
'Teacup Biscuit Provender!' Teacup overflowed with emotion and she had barely enough strength left to put her head down on the table, sobbing from relief and joy. The tea spilled, but with all the tears, it didn't really matter. Cornflower laid her own head across Teacup's back, a mother's embrace, and nuzzled Teacup as though she were but a foal.
Once they leave the farm, really leave the farm, they don't come back - Cornflower recalled her own thoughts so long ago - except sometimes, Cornflower happily realized, except sometimes, when they do.
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<p>(2nd Person story starring Doctor "You" and Rainbow Dash)</p><p>Being a doctor in the big city isn't as glamorous as you thought it would be; few hours, minimal contact, and a staff of doctors that really don't care. So you did what any self-respecting doctor would do: pack up his bags and move to another city. Ponyville to be exact. This small, out of the way town promised to be the perfect place to set up a family practice and actually do house-calls for a change. Though, you'd never thought you'd be performing home-care for a certain blue pegasus who ended up in your Emergency Room...</p><p>Author's Notes:</p><p>Cover Image by N3uro. Thanks buddy!</p><p>This is the second fic I ever did for the SFG and still one of my favorites. The idea came to me shortly after finishing Love Triangles and Other Funny Shapes and I needed to write it. Luckily, I did and this fic lead to all my others because I said to myself: "Why stop with just one of the mane cast? I'll do all of them!"</p><p>Best idea ever. ^.^</p><p>Anyway, there originally was a much more graphic ending, but after all this time, I gotta say I'm not happy with it. I may or may not fix it and write a different one, I have no idea. But for now, it's just a teen rating. I promise plenty of laughs, sweet moments, and tender scenes.</p>
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After a day and a half of walking, you finally make it to your destination: Ponyville. From what you’ve heard, it’s supposed to be a quiet little town and not as noisy or busy as the city was. Just the way you wanted it. The winding road leads you to the outskirts of town and you relish the thought of being able to rest your hooves. They taught a lot at Canterlot Medical School, but teleportation magic wasn’t on the curriculum and you’ve been walking for almost a full day. Taking in a deep breath, the country air was a nice change from the thick, stagnant air of the Manehattan. Just as you begin to daydream of lazy summer days, sitting on your front porch without a care in the world, a voice cries out to.
“LOOK OUT!”
Looking up, you see a rainbow colored streak coming towards you and coming towards you fast. Before you have a chance to react, it hits you and knocks you off your hooves. You and the unidentified flying rainbow tumble through the streets of Ponyville, knocking over at least three other unlucky individuals who got in the way.
“What just hit me…” you mumble as you rub your head. You try to get up but feel a weight pressing down on you. Opening your eyes, you find yourself staring at a blue pegasus with a rainbow colored mane lying on top of you.
“Sorry about that!” she says as she helps you up “I’m trying to nail down this new trick I’m working on and…” she stops and looks you over a few times. “Hey, you’re new here aren’t you?”
You chuckle as you dust yourself off and pick up your saddlebag.
“That I am. And thanks, you sure know how to make a stallion feel welcomed. You wouldn’t happen to know where the nearest hospital is, would you?”
The mare’s eyes widen in horror. “Oh come on! I couldn’t have hurt you that badly! You’re not going to tell them it was me, are you? Oh man, Mayor is going to fire me and-“
“Hey, hey, hey! It was a joke, honest.” you say, trying to calm her down. “But if you could point me in that direction, that would be great. I’m looking for work.”
She blinks a few times, trying to wrap her head around what you’re saying.
“I’m a doctor.” you tell her “I came from Manehattan to get a change of scenery and settle down.”
“Oh, I see.” she says with a nod “So you don’t know where anything is, do you? Well, lemme show you around Ponyville. You know, like the grand tour! It’s the least I can do after plowing into you like that.”
You can’t help but smile, not believing how nice she was being. No pony has ever been this friendly to you. “Thank you very much Ms…”
“Ms…Oh! Duh!” she says as she brings a hoof to her forehead. She jumps high into the air, does three front flips, sticks the landing, and spreads her wings out. “Rainbow Dash, the best flier in all of Equestria!” she declares with a final flourish.
You stifle a laugh at the odd display. “Lead on, Ms. Dash.”
Rainbow Dash trots off and you follow after her, taking in all the sights that Ponyville has to offer.
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By the end of it all, you’ve got a rough idea where everything is and are now sitting in the café with Rainbow Dash, enjoying your lunch.
“What about that pink pony that screamed and ran away the moment she saw me? What was that all about?” you ask, referring to your trip to Sugar Cube Corner.
“That’s just Pinkie Pie being Pinkie Pie. She gets all excited when someone new shows up in town.”
“And why’s that?” you ask.
Rainbow Dash smiles mischievously and bites into her sandwich. “You’ll see,” she says through a mouth full of daffodils.
You take a sip of your coffee and think back to the rest of the tour. “Do you know anything about Ponyville Urgent Care?” you ask, hoping to get a feel for your potential new stomping grounds. Rainbow Dash swallows the last bit of her sandwich and shrugs. “I wouldn’t know. I’ve never been inside. I’d ask Nurse Redheart if you really wanted to know.”
You nod and finish the last of your coffee and motion for the waiter over. “Check please.”
The stallion saunters off and returns shortly with a receipt.
“Well Ms. Dash, I’ve got to say, it’s been fun and you’ve been really helpful. I'd love to stay and chat, but I need to start house hunting or I’m going to sleep in the streets tonight. Thanks for everything.”
You pay the waiter enough to cover yours and Dash's meal, plus a small tip.
“No problem. I’m glad I was able to make your arrival to Ponyville at least a little more awesome.” With that, she takes tothe skies. You watch as she rockets off and out of sight, leaving a rainbow colored trail in her wake.
“Now where was that realtor again?” you ask aloud.
* * * * * *
Finding a house in Ponyville was much easier than you thought. Back in Manehattan, home was a stuffy apartment building with a leaky roof and loud neighbors, so you couldn’t help but be excited at the idea of owning your own house. The locals told you of a Parasprite attack and how they ate the houses when a spell to stop them went awry and left a lot of ponies homeless. But when the construction force rebuilt, they got a little to excited and built one too many houses. The realtor was more than happy to sell you a small cottage that had yet to be lived in and after signing the appropriate paperwork and paying the asking price, you walked to your new home, deed in hoof. It looked much like the realtor had described: quaint and modest with a white picket fence out front.
Perfect in every way, you think as you unlock the door.
Stepping into your new home, you squint into the darkness. The inside of the house was pitch black and you had trouble navigating around.
“Where’s that blasted light switch…” you mutter as you feel along the walls. The lights go on and you find yourself assaulted by screaming from all directions.
“SURPRISE!”
You scream as well, but not in joy. You jump backwards and press your back to the wall while you clutched at your chest. Every pony in the room is silent, except for the bubbly pink mare you met earlier, who was bouncing around the room laughing. “We sure scared you, didn’t we? We were all like ‘SURPRISE!’ and you were all like ‘AHHHHHH!’ So? What do you think?” Pinkie Pie asks.
“I think I’m going into atrial fibrillation! What is all this?” you ask as you tried to catch your breath. Looking around the room, you saw nearly half of the town stuffed into your home, wearing party hats and helping themselves to drinks and sweets. Hanging from the ceiling was a banner that read ‘Welcome to Ponyville!’
“It’s a party, silly! For you!” Pinkie Pie said as you put two and two together.
“Okay… Not to be rude, but… why?” you ask.
“Cause you’re new here, duh!” she states plainly “When Dashie came by with you I didn’t recognize you and if I didn’t recognize you that means you’re new here because I know EVERYPONY in Ponyville and if you’re new that means you don’t have any friends and what better way is there to make friends then with a party?!?”
You blink a few times, trying to wrap your head around everything she was telling you. “Uhh… Thank you? I’m sorry, it’s just I’ve never been welcomed into a town like this before. The closest thing Manehattan gave me to a welcoming was a citizen’s tax," you say with a chuckle.
From the crowd, you hear a shrill cry as you say the word ‘Manehattan’ A white unicorn with a purple mane runs up to you and unceremoniously pushes Pinkie Pie out of the way. “YOU’RE from Manehattan? Oh darling, you have to tell me all about it! Where you lived, the latest fashion, the styles that are in, and that’s just for starters!” she says, not holding her excitement back.
“I…Well, um, you see…” you sputtered out.
Before she could ask anything else, an orange earth pony with a blonde mane and cowbow hat puts a hoof over her mouth. “Now hold up Rarity, this feller don’t look like he’s likin’ yer fourth degree. Get a hold of yerself ‘fore ya scare him off.” Rarity looks at you for a moment and nods. “Alright then. But please, stop by the Carousel Boutique later on. We have much to discuss.” And with that, she walks off.
“Sorry ‘bout that. Rarity can get a ‘lil obsessive at times. I’m Applejack, pleasure to meet ya.” she says, extending a hoof. You take her hoof and shake, somewhat surprised by her strength.
“Oh, it’s not a problem. I’m just a little overwhelmed at all this attention. I’m used to seeing people one at a time back at the clinic.”
Applejack doesn’t seem to understand for a moment, but she perks up after a second. “Oh right! Rainbow said you were a doctor! Uh, I hope this isn’t too much trouble, but could I ask you for a favor?” she says above a hushed tone. You give her a nod and let her continue.
“Granny Smith’s back has been actin’ up somethin’ fierce. She doesn’t want to go down to the hospital and she keeps saying she’s fine. Is there any chance you can come on up to Sweet Apple Acres and take a look at her?”
You don't even hesitate to answer.
“I’d be happy to make a house call. My first, actually. Tell her to stay off her feet and get some bed rest. I’ll be by in the morning.”
Applejack grimaces at the words ‘bed rest’. “Easier said than done. She can be mighty violent with that walker of hers," she says grimly, leaving you to enjoy yourself.
Walking over to the punch table, you grab a nearby bottle and begin to pour yourself a glass when a purple unicorn stops you. “I’d read the label first, if I were you.” Puzzled, you set it down and realize you almost poured yourself a glass of hot sauce. “Don’t worry, I did that too.” she says with a laugh.
Grabbing the right bottle this time, you pour yourself some punch and find a place to sit down. Scanning the room, you see Rainbow Dash sitting on the couch, nursing a glass of punch.
“Oh hey. How’s the party?” she asks.
“Good, good. I guess this is what you meant by ‘You’ll see’. Does Pinkie do this for every new arrival?” you ask.
Rainbow Dash smirks. “Pretty much. For her it’s just one party after another.” You don’t say anything for a few moments and try to find something to talk about before the awkward silence kicks in.
“So, you’ve been talking about me, I take it?”
“Well, yeah. You’re new here. And you’re like a doctor. That’s cool,” she says before taking another sip of punch.
“Yeah, it can be pretty cool.” you say as you bring your own cup of punch to your lips. Dash hits your side, almost knocking it out of your grip and points to the other side of the room where a white earth pony with a light pink mane stood. “That’s Nurse Redheart. You wanted a job, why don’t you talk to her?”
You follow Dash’s advice and walk towards her. She smiles at you as approach.
You clear your throat and put on your best professional tone. “Hello, I’m-“
“You’re the unicorn from Manehattan that Dash was telling me about!” she exclaims. You glance behind you to see Dash grinning ear to ear.
Oh, she's good... you think with a grin.
“We could really use some help at Ponyville Urgent Care. It’s shorthanded with just me and Nurse Tenderheart and we could really use someone with you’re kind of training. Are you interested in a job?” she asks.
The only thing you can do is laugh. “That’s the reason why I came to Ponyville in the first place. When can I start?”
“I’ll have to run it by Mayor first and get her approval, but you should be able to start tomorrow afternoon.” You take Nurse Redheart’s hoof and shake it.
“Thank you very much. I promise you won’t be disappointed.” You say before trotting back to Dash.
“I owe you for that.” You say, still grinning over getting the job.
“Heck yeah, you do.”
The party came and went, as all parties do, and when the last pony left for home, you happily retire to your new bedroom. Falling into your bed, you pass out before you even touch the pillow.
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TheGentlemanCreeper
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1487
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Rainbow Dash,Romance,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Sex
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Healing Dash
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The road to recovery often leads to many interesting places
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<p>(2nd Person story starring Doctor "You" and Rainbow Dash)</p><p>Being a doctor in the big city isn't as glamorous as you thought it would be; few hours, minimal contact, and a staff of doctors that really don't care. So you did what any self-respecting doctor would do: pack up his bags and move to another city. Ponyville to be exact. This small, out of the way town promised to be the perfect place to set up a family practice and actually do house-calls for a change. Though, you'd never thought you'd be performing home-care for a certain blue pegasus who ended up in your Emergency Room...</p><p>Author's Notes:</p><p>Cover Image by N3uro. Thanks buddy!</p><p>This is the second fic I ever did for the SFG and still one of my favorites. The idea came to me shortly after finishing Love Triangles and Other Funny Shapes and I needed to write it. Luckily, I did and this fic lead to all my others because I said to myself: "Why stop with just one of the mane cast? I'll do all of them!"</p><p>Best idea ever. ^.^</p><p>Anyway, there originally was a much more graphic ending, but after all this time, I gotta say I'm not happy with it. I may or may not fix it and write a different one, I have no idea. But for now, it's just a teen rating. I promise plenty of laughs, sweet moments, and tender scenes.</p>
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teen
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2011-10-14T12:21:21+00:00
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2011-10-14T12:21:21+00:00
| 10,134 |
You couldn’t help but get up early this morning. You were very excited about your first case. The morning rituals you preform each day didn't seem to matter and you had to force yourself to take a shower. The only thing that seemed to matter this morning was your patient.
You were up so early, in fact, the streets of Ponyville were silent and empty, allowing you to take in the glory of Celestia’s rising the sun. The only thing that made it better was the walk to Sweet Apple Acres. The apple trees were just blooming and they seemed to go on forever in a cascade of whites and pinks. Along the way, you come across a red stallion looking out on the field of apple trees.
“They’re quite beautiful. I’ve never seen anything like them.”
The stallion doesn’t turn around, but gives you a single “Eeyup.”
“Well, I’m here to see Granny Smith, is she around?” you ask.
Once again, you’re given a single “Eeyup.”
You sigh, thinking you’re not going to get much out of him and make your way towards the farm. Remembering back to Applejack’s words, you stop and give it one final shot. “Granny Smith can’t be as violent as Applejack made her out to be, can she?” you ask. You wince as the stallion turns to you and reveals a massive shiner.
“What do you think?” he asks.
“I think you need an cold pack.” you say as you reach into your saddlebag. Pulling out a plastic pouch, you squeeze it until you hear an audible pop. Shaking the contents together, you give it to him as it starts to chill. “Five minutes on and five minutes off,” you tell him before walking off.
“Watch out for her left hook.” The stallion says as you approach the farm. Swallowing the lump in your throat, you knock on the door.
“Well lookee here!” Applejack greets you “been wondering when you’d show up. Come on, I’ll show you to Granny Smith.”
Without a word, you follow her through the house and to a room in the back. Applejack opens the door for you. “Is there anything you can t-“ before you can say anything else, Applejack slams the door.
“Good luck doc!” you hear her say before running off.
There, lying in the bed was an elderly mare with a green coat and white mane. She’s staring at you with contempt, as if your very presence was an insult. You couldn’t believe this little old mare was causing all this trouble.
“So, Applejack told me that you’re having problems with your back, is that right?”
“My back is FINE!” she yells “I don’t need no snake oil salesman coming into my home and tellin’ me there’s something wrong with me!”
Sighing heavily, you realize this wasn’t going to be easy. “She sounded very concerned about you when I talked to her. She doesn’t seem like the kind of pony who would ask for help when there was no problem.”
“I SAID I’M FINE AND I’LL PROVE IT!” she yells again, this time jumping out of bed and standing without assistance. Surprised, you start to think that they were just overreacting. That is, until you hear something sounding like a branch snap and see Granny Smith’s eyes go wide.
“OW OW OW!” she yells as she falls back into bed.
“Mrs. Smith, I’m sorry but that doesn’t sound like ‘nothing’.”
“I said I’m fine! Just getting’ old, that’s all.” She says, trying to force a smile. You’ve seen a lot of ponies in pain before and know what it looks like when they’re trying to hide it.
“Mrs. Smith, I’m just here to help. I’m not going to give you anything. I’m not even going to examine you. Just tell me what you’re feeling and we’ll go from there. Is that alright?” you ask.
She crosses her forelegs and looks away, silent.
“Could you at least humor me?”
She looks like she’s going to protest again, but sighs, defeated. “Fine.”
Levitating a piece of paper and a pen, you get ready to write down what she tells you.
“My back hurts. That’s nothing new for me, being older than the hills and all. But this is different. It goes down through my back legs and into my hooves, making it impossible to walk.” she says as she rubs her calves.
“On a scale of one to ten, with ten being the highest, how would you rate this pain?” you ask.
“Eight...Maybe Nine.” she says. You jot down the number and nod. “And when did this start?”
She lets out a heavy sigh. “I was trying to lift a box of apple jam out of the cellar. It wasn’t even that heavy! Two jars at the most! But then my back sort of...Made a sound.”
You wonder how she could or would hide all of this and jot down more notes. “Kinda of like just now?”
Granny Smith nods. “Yeah. But uh… Doctor, there’s somethin’ else.”
You look up from your notes. “Yes?”
“It’s really embarrassing and I don’t want the others findin’ out.” she says sheepishly.
“Mrs. Smith, there is nothing you can tell me that I haven’t heard before. And the only way someone is going to find out is if you tell them. I promise.”
Your words reassure her and she takes a deep breath. “I can’t hold my piss. There, I said it.” she says, putting her hoofs to her face in shame. “I’ve had times where it felt like I was going to lose it in front of my family. What would they think of me if they saw me wet myself like a foal?”
Rolling up your notes, you smile at her and shift into full doctor mode. “I think I know exactly what’s wrong with you, Mrs. Smith.”
The elderly mare's eyes seem to light up at these words.
Clearing your throat, you begin. “It sounds like you have a slipped disk in your lumbar spine. You’re age has made your bones weaker and the stress on your back actually cause part of your spine to herniate. The pain you’re feeling in your back is the pressure the herniation is causing on the spinal cord itself. The pain down your back legs is called sciatica and it’s caused when pressure is being put on the sciatic nerve. As for your incontinence, the herniation could be affecting the nerves that control your bladder, actually making it numb. You wouldn't notice that you had to urinate until your bladder actually released itself.”
You think you went over Granny Smith’s head with some of the technical speak and try to tone it down for her. “Whether from old age or over exertion, you hurt your back and it’s causing all of your problems. Now let’s talk about treatment.”
Granny Smith eyes you cautiously. “What can we do?”
“Well, if it’s a simple herniation, then it will actually get better with rest and anti-inflammatories.”
“What if it isn’t ‘simple’. What then?” she asks.
“Then we may have to consider surgery.” Granny Smith’s eyes go wide and her mouth droops a bit at the word ‘surgery’.
“But only as a last resort,” you add, trying to calm her fears “I don’t want you undergoing any needless operations, so let’s try the simple approach first.” Reaching into your pack, you pull out two cloth patches, both about a foot long in length.
“These are Cold-Fire patches.” you explain. “They get cold at first, but then warm up and alternate between states. Put one on in the morning and replace it with the other when you go to bed. I also want you to pick up some Willow-Bark pills, 800 milligrams and take as directed. They’re not expensive and will help your back.”
She looks at the pieces of cloth skeptically and then back to you. “Is that all?”
You nod. “Over the next week, I don’t want you lifting, stretching, bending, or anything else you think will strain your back. If it doesn’t get better by then, I want you to schedule an appointment with Nurse Redheart and we’ll go from there. Any questions?”
Granny Smith takes the patches and looks at you, smiling. “No. And thank you doctor. I’d still be acting like a darned idiot if you didn’t show up. Back in my day, doctors were more focused on cures, rather than the people they were pushing it on. Thanks for showing me different.”
Grabbing your saddlebag, you head for the door. “Glad I could help. If you need me for anything, just holler.”
“Uh, Doctor. Wait,” Granny Smith says nervously, stopping you. “What do I tell Applejack and Big Macintosh?”
You shrug plainly. “Whatever you feel comfortable with. But I think ‘I’m sorry’ would be a good place to start.”
Walking out the door, you find yourself face to face with Applejack, who was looking over you. “Ya still got all yer teeth and limbs. What happened?”
“She’s going to be fine and she should recover.” you say with a comforting smile. Applejack lets out a sigh of relief and guides you to the front door. “Thank you so much, doc. I don’t know how ya did it, but you did.”
“Any time, AJ. If you need me, you know where I am.”
You were quite happy as you walked back to Ponville Urgent Care. Your first house call went great and you were able to start your new career on the right hoof.
Walking through the automatic doors of P.U.C, you greet Nurse Redheart with a smile. “Good afternoon, nurse.”
She looks at you and smiles back. “Good afternoon doctor. You have your first patient waiting for you in room one. She asked to see you specifically.”
Giving Nurse Redheart a puzzled look, you make your way for the exam room. Looking through the glass, you're surprised to see Rainbow Dash, sitting on the exam table with a bored look on her face.
As you enter, she smiles when she sees your face.
“Heya doc. I’m here for my check-up. Mayor says I’ve been putting it off for too long."
“Not a problem, Ms. Dash I-“
“Can you not call me ‘Ms. Dash’?” she says, slightly annoyed. “It sounds way too formal for me. Dash is fine.”
“Of course, Dash. Now, can you hop on the scale?” you say, patting the platform. Dash trots over and steps up on it. The electronic display flickers between numbers for a few moments and finally stops. “Average weight…” you muse aloud, making sure to jot down the number. Bringing up the ruler, you lower it and rest it on top of her shoulder. “Average height.”
You motion her off of the scale and bring a stethoscope to her chest. She jumps back a bit and blushes.
“Sorry. Cold.”
You give her a nod and listen carefully. “Average resting heart rate.” you say with a smile.
“I’m anything BUT average!” Dash exclaims as she spreads her wings out.
“Ah good!” you say with a smirk. “You already know the next part.” Reaching into a nearby drawer, you fish around until you find a roll of tape measure. “Just stay like that.” you tell her as you unroll it. You take both ends of the roll and touch the tip of her wing to the base. She lets out a gasp as you touch her wing.
“I’m sorry, did that hurt?” you ask. Dash shakes her head and stays quiet.
You continue to measure her wing and finally finish. “Okay…” you say as you jot down more notes. Dash lets out a sigh of relief for a moment until you say “Now for the other one.”
By the end of the examination, Dash’s face is bright red and she’s really quiet.
“Alright Dash, everything checks out. You’re as healthy as you can be, but you’re looking a little flushed.”
“Well I’m okay, it’s just that I-“ Dash tries to say before you move away some of her rainbow mane and place a hoof on her forehead. “You’re not running a fever.”
Dash jumps back, stumbling as she does. “Well thanks doc you’ve been real great bye!” she says quickly before bolting out of the exam room, leaving you there, confused. You don’t have much time to ponder this when you hear Nurse Redheart call out to you.
“You have a patient in room two!”
Sighing, you push it to the back of your mind and get to work.
***********
Your lunch hour came and you decided to go out and find a nice quiet spot where you can enjoy it. The park turned out to be the best and most obvious choice. Sitting down on a bench, you take out the salad you made this morning and about to dig in when something whizzes just above your head. Looking around, you see a familiar rainbow colored streak in the air.
Rainbow Dash does a series of flips, rolls, and loop de loops before landing in the middle of the park, but tripping up a bit as she does so.
“Stupid! Stick the landing next time!” she says as she stomps her hooves in frustration.
“I thought it was pretty good.” you say as you take a bite into your lunch. Rainbow Dash spins around shocked.
“What are you doing here?” she asks, blushing slightly.
“Well, this is a public park and it is time for lunch. But please, don’t stop on my part,” you say with a smile. “Your performance was quite spectacular.”
“It doesn’t matter,” she says sullenly “If it’s not perfect, than it’s not good.”
“Well, then…” you say as put aside your half eaten salad “Show me what perfect looks like. I’ve got time.”
Dash smiles. “You got it.” Taking off to the skies again, she performs a series of flight maneuvers you’ve only seen pulled off by the Wonderbolts. Your heart leaps and soars at the spectacle and you can’t help but give her a round of applause when she’s done.
“That was beautiful! Where did you learn that?” you ask excitedly.
Dash rubs the back of her head with her hoof, looking a little bashful from the praise. “I learned the basics from flight school and picked the rest up as I went along. I’m hoping to try out for the Wonderbolts as soon as I get good enough!”
“And I’m sure you’ll make it in, no problem,” you say as you get up. Your lunch hour was over, but you still wanted to see Dash perform.
“Hey, are you always practicing around this time?” you ask.
Dash nods. “Every day.”
“Then do you think we can make this a regular thing? I swing by on my lunch hour and watch you practice? I had a lot of fun.” you say with a smile.
Dash smiles back at you. “Sure! It was pretty cool having an audience for a change, even if it was like one pony. So, see you tomorrow?”
“See you tomorrow.” you say as you make your back for Ponyville Urgent Care.
**************
It soon became a regular thing for you to watch Rainbow Dash practice as you ate your lunch. On more than one occasion, you shared what you had with her, something she was very grateful for. Naturally, she was quite happy when you showed up with a whole basket filled with food. Picnic in the park with Rainbow Dash became a normal thing for over a month for you.
That’s why you were surprised when she didn’t show up one day.
“Huh… She must be busy today,” you say to yourself on the way back to Ponyville Urgent Care.
The day slowly crept to an end and you were just about to leave when you were knocked over by Pinkie Pie, who was speaking too fast for you to understand.
“DoctordoctoryouhavetohurryDashwastryingtodothisnewtrickandshefelland-“
“Pinkie! Slow down and tell me what’s wrong!”
Pinkie Pie takes a deep breath and looks at you, her eyes tearing up. “Dashie’s hurt! Twilight and Applejack are coming here with her!”
Your heart sinks at the thought of Dash hurt enough to warrant a trip to the hospital. You stop yourself from getting too emotional and turn to the two nurses standing behind you.
“Nurse Tenderheart, you’re with me. Get a gurney ready. Nurse Redheart, prep the O.R. just in case.”
The Nurses run off without asking any questions, leaving you with Pinkie Pie, who was on the verge of tears.
“Pinkie, how bad is it?”
She starts to cry openly. “Bad.”
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TheGentlemanCreeper
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1487
| 3 |
Rainbow Dash,Romance,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Sex
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Healing Dash
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The road to recovery often leads to many interesting places
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complete
| 466 | 13 |
<p>(2nd Person story starring Doctor "You" and Rainbow Dash)</p><p>Being a doctor in the big city isn't as glamorous as you thought it would be; few hours, minimal contact, and a staff of doctors that really don't care. So you did what any self-respecting doctor would do: pack up his bags and move to another city. Ponyville to be exact. This small, out of the way town promised to be the perfect place to set up a family practice and actually do house-calls for a change. Though, you'd never thought you'd be performing home-care for a certain blue pegasus who ended up in your Emergency Room...</p><p>Author's Notes:</p><p>Cover Image by N3uro. Thanks buddy!</p><p>This is the second fic I ever did for the SFG and still one of my favorites. The idea came to me shortly after finishing Love Triangles and Other Funny Shapes and I needed to write it. Luckily, I did and this fic lead to all my others because I said to myself: "Why stop with just one of the mane cast? I'll do all of them!"</p><p>Best idea ever. ^.^</p><p>Anyway, there originally was a much more graphic ending, but after all this time, I gotta say I'm not happy with it. I may or may not fix it and write a different one, I have no idea. But for now, it's just a teen rating. I promise plenty of laughs, sweet moments, and tender scenes.</p>
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teen
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2011-10-14T12:35:14+00:00
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2011-10-14T12:35:14+00:00
| 10,278 |
“COMING THROUGH, MAKE WAY!” Applejack yells as she hauled a wagon in through the front door of the hospital. In the back was Twilight, who has doing everything she could to keep Dash calm. However, she wasn’t doing such a good job at keeping herself calm.
“Y-You’re going to be fine Dash! We’re here and you’re going to be fine!” Twilight repeated, trying to choke back tears. Grabbing the gurney, you and Nurse Tenderheart wheel it over and finally get to see the extent of Dash’s injuries. Her front left leg was obviously broken. Bloody white bone stuck out of her leg like a spear. Her back left leg looked fine, albeit a little swollen, but the thing that really made your heart sink was her pride and joy. Her left wing was bent at an awkward angle and dripped crimson blood every so often. She didn’t even seem to notice you, her friends, or anything around her. She just cried rivers of tears as she moaned in pain. All you wanted to do was hold the blue angel in front of you and make her pain go away, but you knew what you had to do.
“Alright! Applejack, Twilight, you slip a hoof under her belly on her right side, Nurse Tenderheart, you and I on left. On three, we move her to the gurney.”
Rainbow Dash winced as you and the others got ready to move her. “Watch her leg Nurse and make sure to set her down gently. Okay… One. Two. Three!”
All at once you and the others lift up on Dash and ease her onto the gurney. You wince as she screams out in pain as her broken leg bumps into the side of the gurney. “I SAID WATCH HER LEG, DAMNIT!” you yell at Nurse Tenderheart.
She shrinks back in shock. “I’m sorry! I-“
“We don’t have time for this! Go to O.R. and scrub up with Nurse Redheat!”
Nurse Tenderheart ran off as quickly as she can, leaving you with Twilight, Applejack, and Rainbow Dash.
Dash sobs heavily as you run a hoof through her mane. “Dash, it’s going to be okay.” you say, trying to comfort her.
She looks up at you, her eyes full of tears.
“I’m going to put you to sleep for now and when you wake up, you’ll be fine, I promise.”
You focus on the magic inside of you and bring it through your body to your horn. Touching it to Dash’s head, her eyes close and she goes quiet. With her under, you grab a hold of the gurney and move it as fast as you dared towards the operating room. Nurse Redheart and Nurse Tenderheart were fully dressed in scrubs, waiting for you.
“Get her prepped while I wash up!” you tell them as you throw off your coat and don a set of scrubs. You’ve done this many times before and let the ritual take over as you let your mind wander for a moment.
What happened? Was it really an accident? Is she going to be okay?
You push those intrusive thoughts to the back to your mind and walk through the doors leading to the operating room. Dash had an I.V. full of anesthetic going into her left left leg and a tube down her throat, which was hooked up to a pump that Nurse Tenderheart was pushing on manually.
“Just keep the respirator going, Nurse Tenderheart. Redheart, hang a blood bag. You’re with me. Let’s take a look at the damage.” Turning to Dash, you bring the magic up from within you again and spread it above Dash’s body. The magic aura shimmers as it hung in the air and looking through it, the skeleton beneath the flesh was revealed, creating a perfect x-ray.
“Her metacarpal bone is broken, but it’ll heal on its own once we set it. Her back ankle is twisted, not broken, so that’s a relief. But her wing… She’s broken her humerus, ulna, and carpometacarpus.”
“She may never fly again…” Nurse Redheart says aloud.
You let the magic fade and ignore Nurse Redheart. Levitating a scalpel, you begin.
* * * * * * * *
Six hours later, you walk out of the operating room, exhausted. Slipping off your scrubs, you throw them away and stagger into the waiting room. There, you find Twilight, Applejack, Pinkie Pie, Rarity, and Fluttershy sleeping on the couch. You figure that they fell asleep, waiting for any word about their friend.
“You’ve got good friends, Dash," you say aloud as you try to stifle a yawn. You take a look at the clock on the wall and sigh.
Three AM… I’ll just take a nap for a bit… you say as you sit down on the couch with them. Slowly, but surely, you drift to sleep.
* * * * * * * *
“How are you feeling, Ms. Dash?” you ask as you walk into the hospital room.
“Ms…Dash? Is that my name?”
“I was afraid of this…” you say as you sit down by her side. “When you came in, you were very hurt. You almost didn’t make the trip here. But there you were in my O.R., clinging onto life. I made the decision to use my magic to heal you, but there were some side effects.”
“Side effects? What do you mean?”
“Ms. Dash, I’m afraid you have…Amnesia.”
Dash looks at you with a look of panic. “What am I supposed to do, Doctor? I don’t know anything!” she yells, tears streaking down her face. Taking her hoof in yours, you move closer to her.
“Know this. I love you and will help you through this.” you lean forward and kiss her. At first she protests, but she’s soon moaning in ecstasy as the kisses come hot and faster. “Doctor…I-“
* * * * * * * *
Before you realize it, you’re being shaken awake by Nurse Tenderheart. “Doctor, wake up. The patient is awake” Looking around, you realize that you were dreaming. No more Stable Hospital for me… you think, trying to push the remnant feelings of the dream away.
“She’s awake? Then that means the surgery went okay?” you hear a voice say to your side. Looking, you find Twilight staring at you, waiting for an answer.
“Yes, the surgery went well. Wake up the others and let them know what’s going on. I want to check on her before she has any visitors.” you say.
You follow Nurse Tenderheart to Dash’s room and find Nurse Redheart hanging a new I.V.
“She was complaining of pain, so I give her a Five-Poppy drip.” Nurse Redheart explains.
“Thank you Nurse. If the pain gets worse, bump her up to four," you say as you examine the I.V. "How are you feeling Dash?”
Rainbow Dash looks up at you as she’s lying on her belly. Her left front leg was wrapped in a cast and splayed out over the bed. Her left wing was wrapped in bandages and tied to her side.
“Lousy…” she says groggily.
“Your friends are here. They’re asking to see you.”
Dash looks nervous for a moment, but nods. “O-Okay.”
You look to Nurse Redheart and she leaves the room, only to return later with the five mares in tow.
Rainbow Dash forces a smile. “Hey guys. Don’t worry. It’s not as bad as it looks.”
The five don’t say anything and just look at their friend, who was trying to make her injuries sound like nothing.
Surpisingly, Fluttershy was the first to speak up. “Is she going to be okay?”
“The leg was the easy part. We set the bone and it will heal on its own. The wing was what took the longest. What we did was reassemble the bone the best we could and then use magic to stimulate the healing process.”
Dash looks at you, confused. “Stimulate? You couldn’t just, you know, abra kadabra it and heal it totally?” she asked.
A smile breaks across Twilight’s face. “Of course! I’ve read about healing magic, we can-“
“No. No you can't.” you say plainly.
Twilight looks at you, her face contorting in rage. “What do you mean by that? We can do it if we just-“
“NO, YOU CAN'T!” you yell, making everyone jump. “Don’t you think I would have done that in the first place? You can’t use magic to heal wounds completely! It’s caused everything from infections, atrophy, and even all sorts of cancers. I knit together a total quarter millimeter of bone and even that’s pushing it.”
Twilight starts to tear up. “I’m-I’m sorry, I just want to do something to help.”
Feeling bad for snapping, you move to Twilight's side and put a comforting hoof on her shoulder. “I know you do and I’m sorry for yelling. I’ve just seen too many ponies lose something from healing magic mishaps.” you say with remorse.
Silence fills the air for a few minutes before Dash speaks up.
“How long until I can fly again?”
You sigh heavily and sit down on the bed next to her. “Best case scenario? Everything heals without any complications? I’d give you six, maybe eight weeks at the most.”
Dash gasps aloud. “THAT long?!?”
“And I can’t even guarantee that. I’m sorry Dash, there’s nothing else I can do.”
Dash puts a hoof over her face and cries.
“Rainbow Dash… Are you okay?” Rarity asks above a whisper.
“I want to be alone…” she says with a ragged sob.
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TheGentlemanCreeper
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1487
| 4 |
Rainbow Dash,Romance,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Sex
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Healing Dash
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The road to recovery often leads to many interesting places
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complete
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<p>(2nd Person story starring Doctor "You" and Rainbow Dash)</p><p>Being a doctor in the big city isn't as glamorous as you thought it would be; few hours, minimal contact, and a staff of doctors that really don't care. So you did what any self-respecting doctor would do: pack up his bags and move to another city. Ponyville to be exact. This small, out of the way town promised to be the perfect place to set up a family practice and actually do house-calls for a change. Though, you'd never thought you'd be performing home-care for a certain blue pegasus who ended up in your Emergency Room...</p><p>Author's Notes:</p><p>Cover Image by N3uro. Thanks buddy!</p><p>This is the second fic I ever did for the SFG and still one of my favorites. The idea came to me shortly after finishing Love Triangles and Other Funny Shapes and I needed to write it. Luckily, I did and this fic lead to all my others because I said to myself: "Why stop with just one of the mane cast? I'll do all of them!"</p><p>Best idea ever. ^.^</p><p>Anyway, there originally was a much more graphic ending, but after all this time, I gotta say I'm not happy with it. I may or may not fix it and write a different one, I have no idea. But for now, it's just a teen rating. I promise plenty of laughs, sweet moments, and tender scenes.</p>
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teen
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2011-10-14T13:40:28+00:00
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2011-10-14T13:40:28+00:00
| 10,765 |
The days passed and Dash barely said a single word. She wouldn’t even look at you when you came in to change her bandages. That all changed when you told her she was ready to be discharged.
“But I can’t fly up to my home! Where do I go?” she asks with panic.
“Can’t you stay with one of your friends?” you ask.
Dash shakes her head. “No, I don’t want to be a bother to them. They all have their own thing they have to do and they can’t have me hanging around like a lump.”
Her eyes perk up. “What if I stay with you? I mean, you’re a doctor! You’re supposed to take care of people!” she backs down a bit, realizing how forward she was being. “That is, if you’re okay with it.”
Sighing, you give in and tussle Dash’s mane. “You’re lucky you’re cute, Dash. Is there anything you want from your house?”
She blushes a bit and becomes a little less forward. “Uh, ya… Ya. Fluttershy can stop by and pick those up. I’ll-“
“You’ll stay here. I'll talk to Fluttershy.” you say as you step out of the room.
Fluttershy was more than happy to pick up some of Dash’s things and went right to work packing up whatever she thought Dash wanted or needed for a speedy recovery. You planned to meet up with her when you wheeled Dash to your home. Dash was against using the wheelchair, but caved after you told her it was either that or be carried.
Fluttershy was placing the last of the boxes in your living when you met up with her. You had told her where the key was and to let herself in.
“Oh, hi. I grabbed some blankets, pajamas, and some things to make Dash feel more at home.”
“Fluttershy, may I ask you a question?”
“Of course, Doctor.”
“Why do you have a turtle on your back?” you ask, pointing to the turtle with the blue shell and two yellow lightning bolts on its back.
“Terry! Oh my gosh, I almost forgot about you!” Dash yells, reaching for the turtle. Fluttershy walks over to Dash and lets her scoop Terry off her back.
"I took care of him while you were in the hospital, I hope you don't mind" Fluttershy says with a sheepish smile.
"Not all, thanks 'shy."
“Feeling better now?” you ask.
Dash smiles at you. “Ya, I am.”
“Good. Thanks for the help Fluttershy, I’ve got it from here.”
“Okay. Get well soon, Dash.” she says before trotting off. You wheel dash into your living room and help her onto your couch.
“I am never going to get used to being wheeled around in that thing.” she grumbles.
You ignore her complaints and instead begin laying down the framework for Dash's stay with you. “You’ll stay in my room and I’ll take the guest room upstairs.”
“No, don’t do that! Why don’t I use the guest room?”
You point at her leg and she gets the idea. “Oh… Right.”
You chuckle as you pick up a box and begin to take it into your room when Dash sees it and begins to visibly panic
“WAIT! Give me that!” she yells as she struggles to get off of the couch.
You stop and look at her, confused. “Uh, sure. Is there something wrong?” you say as you hand the box off to her.
“I might need Fluttershy to take it back and-“ at that moment, Terry decided he was tired of being held and jumped out of Dash’s arms. This made her flail around and lose her grip on the box, spilling its contents over the floor. It was at that moment that things got very awkward.
Dash’s face became bright red as you looked at the numerous copies of “PlayMare”, “Stableloft”, and an assortment of sex toys, some of which you’ve never seen before. Dash screams at the top of her lungs and dives for the floor as she tries to cover up what just happened.
“OH DEAR CELESTIA! WHY DID FLUTTERSHY GRAB THIS?!? IT WAS HIDDEN UNDER MY BED! IT EVEN SAYS KEEP OUT!” she groans and covers her face. “YOU PROBABLY THINK I’M SOME BIG PERVERT NOW, PLEASE I CAN EXPLAIN I-”
“Dash, calm down!” you yell. Dash stops screaming and looks up at you, tears in her eyes. You feel your face go red as what is now on your floor sinks in. “This is perfectly normal for a mare of your age and-“
A buzzing sound coming from underneath Dash makes you stop and causes Dash to freak out again. “WHY IS THIS HAPPENING TO ME?” she yells.
You leave Dash alone and let her pick up her things and return when she calls out to you. She's back on the couch, looking away from you as you enter the room. Once you sit down, she takes your hoof into hers.
“I’m SO sorry for that. Please don’t be mad or anything it’s just that when I’m the air and everything and I get back down, I feel so… Well, you know and I to need well…You know. You Know?” she says quickly, her voice full of panic. You can’t help but laugh aloud at this display.
Her face contorts in a mix of anger and hurt. “What’s so funny?!?”
You take a breath and collect yourself. “You. Big, tough, Rainbow Dash goes to pieces when someone finds out her secret. And while yes, that was pretty much the definition of awkward, I couldn’t be mad at you. I’ve seen and heard just about everything, so just relax.” you say as you put a hoof on her shoulder. Dash lets out a sigh of relief.
“Thank you. I feel a lot better.” she says as she leans on you.
“Speaking of which…” you begin “Give me a heads up if you’re going to do that so I can go for a walk or something. Or you know, if you need any help I can…”
Dash jumps back, blushing heavily. You smile and she realizes you’re teasing her.
She laughs aloud before punching your shoulder. "Shut up!"
You laugh with her as you rub your shoulder. “You should get some sleep Dash. Here, lemme help you.” You maneuver yourself so Dash isn’t walking on her broken leg and help her into to the bed. Laying her down gently, you smile. “Good night Dash.” She doesn’t hear you. She’s already asleep.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
Holding the tray in your mouth, you back into the door and walk into Dash’s room. She was just waking up from a good night’s sleep and smiles as she sees what’s on the tray: Two eggs, sunny side up, wheat toast, and a glass of orange juice.
“Breakfast in bed again? You’re making me feel like royalty.” She says as you set the tray down on her lap. A few days had passed since Rainbow Dash moved in and she was quite overwhelmed by the treatment.
“It’s no trouble. Just get some rest, okay? I’ll stop by the café and pick something up for us around lunch. You know where the bathroom is and my personal number at the hospital if you need anything. In the meantime, get some rest.”
You give her a quick hug and make your way out.
“See you later!” Dash yells out through a mouthful of food.
“Oh, and if you do have to get out of bed, I shouldn’t have to tell you to stay off that leg.” you yell to her as you slip on your white coat. “Use the other three if you really have to.”
“I will!”
On the way to Ponyville Urgent Care, you bump into Rarity, who was browsing the market for new fabrics.
“Oh Doctor! It’s ever so good to see you! How is Rainbow Dash doing?”
“She’s doing well. She seems to be taking it in strides.”
Rarity smiles. “That’s wonderful news. Oh! Do you think you could stop by this afternoon? I’ve been working on a little something for her. A ‘get well soon gift’, if you will.”
“Oh? What is it? Some sort of fashionable hospital gown?” you ask with a tease.
“No, but that is something I should look into… It’s a quilt! I know how Rainbow Dash is so used to sleeping on clouds, so I’ve been working on something that’s just as soft!”
You relish the thought of sleeping on a cloud. Especially since the guest bed was so rough on your back. “I’ll make sure to do that. I’m sure Dash will be grateful.”
“Oh, I know she will. Goodbye Doctor. Have a nice day.” Rarity says as she trots off, new bolts of fabric in hoof.
You make a mental note to stop by the Carousel Boutique after picking up dinner and continue on.
“Good morning, Doctor.” Nurse Tenderheart says with a smile as you walk in.
“Good morning. Got anything for me?”
“Why in fact I do. Exam room two. Here’s the file.” she says as she hands the manila folder.
Levitating the file in front of you, you look it over quickly before entering the room.
“Hello Mrs. Doo. It says here that your daughter needs her flu shot, is that right?” you ask. You’re a little surprised as you notice the pegasus’ wall eyed expression. One eye was looking at you while the other was admiring the ceiling.
Ditzy nods. “Yup! Muffin don’t need to get sick!”
Looking around, you spy Dinky hiding behind her mother’s legs.
“Well there you are. Come on, I don’t bite.” you say, trying to coax her out. Ditzy steps out of the way and lets you get a look at Dinky. The gray unicorn is shaking in fear as you look down at her, so it’s pretty clear that she doesn’t like doctors. You get down to her eye level and let her look at you. She stops shaking and takes a step closer.
“See, I’m not so scary. Now you’re going to need a shot so you don’t get sick. Getting sick is worse than the shot. Trust me.” you say in a gentle tone “Now just hop up on the table and we can get this done with and then you won’t have to do it again for a whole year.”
Dinky doesn’t say anything, but follows your directions and gets on the exam table. Walking over to the counter, you pull out the flu shot, making Dinky cringe in fright at the size of the needle.
You levitate the needle into the air and look at Dinky, who was waiting for you to make your move. Instead, you slowly start to look up and stare at the ceiling. Dinky follows your gaze to the ceiling. You take this opportunity to put the needle into her foreleg and inject the contents in less time it takes for her to react.
“OW OW! That hurt, you meanie!” she yells.
“I’m sorry about that. Would a lollipop help you forgive me?” you ask as you pull out the candy from the same drawer you got the needle.
Dinky smiles and takes the lollipop from you. “I forgive you.”
“Well, that wraps it up, then. Come back if there’s any problems.”
* * * * * * * * *
Dinky and Ditzy were your only patients all day. You went back home with some takeout spaghetti from the café for your lunch hour, which you and Dash enjoyed.
The day wrapped up quickly and you were coming home with the quilt that Rarity had made for Rainbow Dash. Not only did it look like a cloud, but it felt like one too.
“I’m home Dash!” you yell “I’ve got dinner and you’ve got a present from Rarity!”
“I’m coming!”
Dash hobbles up and her, eyes light up at the sight of the quilt.
“This is what Rarity made? It's SO cool!”
She moves over carefully, making sure not to hit her leg and rubs her head against the quilt. “Oh wow, it feels just like a real cloud…" Dash's eyes darted hungrily to the bag you carried at your side "What did you get for dinner?”
“Ever have a Coltpania style Pizza before?” you ask with a grin as you set the bag down on the table.
Dash furrows her brow as she sniffs the bag. “I’ve had pizza before, but not from Coltpania. What is it?”
“It’s got a lot more tomato sauce in it and they used actual tomatoes, peppers, and spring onions from Coltpania, so it tastes great. I had it before while I was studying abroad and it was AMAZING. You have to try it.”
Taking the dish out of the bag, you remove the plastic wrap from it and let the smell linger for a moment.
Dash takes a deep breath. “Oh wow, that smells so good!”
Carefully, you cut her a sizeable piece and set her plate on the table. She sits down and takes a big bite, only to stick out her tongue in pain. “HOT HOT HOT!” she yells.
“Well of course it’s hot, you ditz!” you say with a laugh “It just came out of the oven not too long ago. Let it cool or you’ll burn your mouth.”
Dash let’s it cool down this time before taking a big bit from it. “This IS good!” she says inbetween bites.
“Glad you like it. Just don’t choke on it, jeez. Good thing there’s a doctor at least a foot away.”
Dash giggles and takes another bite. “It wouldn’t be that bad. I’m fine with you giving me mouth to mouth.”
You smile bashfully as your cheeks become red. I'm fine with it, too
Dinner was easy to clean up and the night came quick. “It’s time for bed. Here, lemme spread out your new quilt.”
You use your magic to levitate the quilt and spread it over and tuck it into the bed.
With your help, Dash gingerly climbs onto the bed and lets out a contented sigh as she settles down. “Rarity may be uptight sometimes, but that pony knows how to sew! Come on, get in here. It feels awesome!”
You crawl into bed with Dash and blush when you feel her snuggle right up to you. You remain quiet and enjoy the feeling of Dash pressed up against your body.
“Why don’t you sleep with me tonight? I mean if you want to. It just that you do so much for me and it’s the least I can do for everything you’ve been doing for me.”
You wrap your hooves around Dash, causing her face to go flush.
“Go to sleep, Dash.”
“Doctor’s orders?” she asks.
You lean forward and plant a kiss on her lips. She looks at you, stunned.
“Doctor’s orders.” you say with an ear to ear grin. Falling asleep on a cloud with Rainbow Dash in your hooves; you’ve never had a better night’s sleep.
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TheGentlemanCreeper
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1487
| 5 |
Rainbow Dash,Romance,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Sex
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Healing Dash
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The road to recovery often leads to many interesting places
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complete
| 466 | 13 |
<p>(2nd Person story starring Doctor "You" and Rainbow Dash)</p><p>Being a doctor in the big city isn't as glamorous as you thought it would be; few hours, minimal contact, and a staff of doctors that really don't care. So you did what any self-respecting doctor would do: pack up his bags and move to another city. Ponyville to be exact. This small, out of the way town promised to be the perfect place to set up a family practice and actually do house-calls for a change. Though, you'd never thought you'd be performing home-care for a certain blue pegasus who ended up in your Emergency Room...</p><p>Author's Notes:</p><p>Cover Image by N3uro. Thanks buddy!</p><p>This is the second fic I ever did for the SFG and still one of my favorites. The idea came to me shortly after finishing Love Triangles and Other Funny Shapes and I needed to write it. Luckily, I did and this fic lead to all my others because I said to myself: "Why stop with just one of the mane cast? I'll do all of them!"</p><p>Best idea ever. ^.^</p><p>Anyway, there originally was a much more graphic ending, but after all this time, I gotta say I'm not happy with it. I may or may not fix it and write a different one, I have no idea. But for now, it's just a teen rating. I promise plenty of laughs, sweet moments, and tender scenes.</p>
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teen
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2011-10-14T13:52:53+00:00
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2011-10-14T13:52:53+00:00
| 10,310 |
“Morning cutie.”
Your eyes flicker open slowly and you find Rainbow Dash staring at you with a goofy smile. “You drool.”
You lift your head off the pillow and wipe away the spittle. “Watching me sleep?”
“I was going to wake you up, but you looked so peaceful.” Dash inches closer and places her lips on yours. You kiss her back, slowly at first, relishing the feeling. You feel Dash’s tongue press against your mouth and you gladly allow her entrance, letting your saliva mix and giving you a euphoric rush. You feel a bit disappointed when Dash breaks the kiss.
“What are we doing today?” she asks.
Getting out of bed, you stretch yourself out and yawn. “Well, Nurse Redheart told me not to come in today, saying something about working too hard and needing some time off, so I’m pretty much free.”
Dash gingerly gets off of the bed and steps lightly on her once broken leg. It has been a month and a half since Rainbow Dash moved in and you two fell in love. She was ecstatic when you told her that the cast on her leg was ready to come off. She still feels a bit of pain and is very careful not to push herself, but she's happy that she doesn’t need to be carted around anymore ‘like an old gray mare’, as she put it.
“So, what? We lounge around the house all day?” she asks as she sits down at the breakfast table.
This had become a ritual for you two: Falling asleep in each others hooves, waking up, and then breakfast, cooked by you.
Dash had attempted to make breakfast before, but the Ponyville Volunteer Fire Department discouraged her from trying again.
You try to think of something to do today as you whip the eggs, milk, and vegetables together.
“Well, what do you want to do?” you ask as you pour the contents into the frying pan. “Oh, do you want any cheese in your omelet?”
“Honestly, I don’t care. I want to get out and about though. I’ve felt cooped up for so long.” Dash says as she looks out the window “And yes please.”
You finish cooking breakfast without another word and pass Dash her plate.
“Hmmm…” you muse as you bite into your omelet. “How about a date?”
Dash looks at you, surprised. “A date? Like a date-date?”
You give her a nod and smile. “Sure. Let’s just walk around Ponyville and enjoy ourselves. I’ve got some spending money that’s burning a hole in my wallet.”
Dash blushes a bit and says something under her breath as she takes another bite into her breakfast.
“What was that?” you ask.
“I said I’ve never been a date before, okay. I just don’t know what to do or what the other ponies will think.”
You lean forward and nuzzle her neck, causing her to giggle.
“Come on, you don’t need to be embarrassed. And if anyone says anything mean to me, you can just beat them up.”
“Oh? I thought it was supposed to be the other way around.” Dash says as she nuzzles back.
“Hey, I made an oath to do no harm. But if you DID send them to the hospital, at least I can mess with them a bit. You know, tell them they need brain surgery, knock ‘em out, and put a bunch of bandages on their head.”
Dash laughs at the idea. “Oh man, that would be SO mean!”
“So how about it? Is it a date?”
Dash gives you a quick peck on the cheek and smiles. “It’s a date.”
You and Dash took a shower together after breakfast, another thing that had become ritual. You washed Dash down and she washed you. You make sure to be really careful around her left wing and pay special attention to the other.
“Ohhhh…. That feels so nice….” Dash says as you massage and knead her wing. You knew all of her sensitive spots and by the end, she’s panting heavily and begging you not to stop. In all of a sudden, Dash screams out in pleasure and leans next to shower wall, trying not to fall over.
“Ah…Ah….Ahhhhh…. That was…. Oh gosh…. “ Dash catches her breath and turns to you. “Your turn.”
You’d do this for her and in return, she’d pay attention to your special area.
“How’s that feel, baby?” she asks with a tease as she takes it out of her mouth.
You give her a nod and grit your teeth as she starts to move faster.
“I’ll never figure out why a unicorn’s horn is so sensitive. It’s weird.” she says aloud, taking her mouth off again.
You look up to her and see her face bright red.
“Says…Says the pony that’s... That’s getting off to it.”
Dash looks at you, embarrassed. “Shut up.”
Dash goes back down on your horn, swirling her tongue around it as she does, making your whole body spasm as she hits the ridges.
You reach the apex and yell out in pleasure. Your legs give out and you crumple to the shower floor, panting heavily. Before you can get a chance to bask in your afterglow, you hear a laugh from above you.
“You going to get ready or are we spending your day off in the shower?” Dash asks with a snicker.
“Shut up…” you pant.
You and Dash leave the shower behind and and hit the town. The first place you stop is Sugar Cube Corner after explaining to Dash that you’ve been having a craving for something sweet.
“Welcome to-“ Pinkie Pie began as she heard the door open. “Oh my gosh! Doc and Dashie! This is a surprise! What’chya up to?” she asks.
“Hi Pinkie. I was wondering if you had any cannolis.” Pinkie Pie looks at you, confused.
“What’s a cannolis?” she asks.
“From what he’s told me, it’s like a doughnut they’ve got overseas.” Dash tries to explain “It’s a little pastry tube filled with cream.”
Pinkie Pie shakes her head at the explanation. “Sorry, we don’t have any of those. That’s too bad, they sound good.”
“They are. And what if we make them? I’ve got an idea on how. I hung around the baker’s shop a lot when I did that exchange program.”
“Oooh! That’s a great idea!" Pinkie yells excitedly "You guys can help and Mr. and Mrs. Cake would love to add something new to their selection!”
You, Pinkie Pie, and Rainbow Dash set out to work, each doing their own thing. You got out the right ingredients and mixed it together while Pinkie Pie got the oil ready and Dash rolled the dough.
“Ow!” Dash yelled out.
“Are you okay? What happened?” you say as you rush over to Dash’s side.
“Ya, I’m fine. It’s just my leg.” she says as she holds up her once broken leg.
“Here, let me do it for you.” you say as you try to move her out of the way. Dash pushes you back and stays put. “No, I can do it!”
You want to tell her not to push herself and to listen to you, as her doctor, but get a better idea. Getting onto her left side, you grab one end of the rolling pin.
“I’ll get this side, you get the other. We’ll do it together.”
Dash sighs. “Fine, fine.”
You and Dash manage to work out a rhythm and laugh every time you and her go in the wrong direction.
Pinkie Pie gasps aloud, making both of you stop.
“Pinkie senses tingling! Ear flap, nose twitch-” she holds a hoof to her mouth and burps. “heartburn…” Pinkie Pie gasps even louder this time as she looks at both of you.
“Ohmygosh! You two are in love! I’m so happy for you!”
Both Dash and you blush heavily at the sudden revelation.
“No! I mean, yes, but we’re ah well…” She sighs heavily. “What’s the point… Yes, Pinkie. We’re in love.”
Pinkie Pie claps her hooves together. “This is like out of a romance novel! It’s so cute!”
Laughing, you try to nudge Pinkie Pie back towards the oil. “Come one, watch the oil so it doesn’t catch on fire. We don’t need a visit from the fire department.”
The cannolis didn’t take that long to cook and you were happy to have them. Dash leaned up against you as you walked, wearing a goofy smile. “The entire town is going to know now that Pinkie knows. And I’m fine with it. Feels great to get if off my chest and out there.”
You reach into the bag and grab a cannoli. “Tat’s ‘ood a ‘ear.” You say before finishing it. “As long as you’re comfortable with it… Hey, what’s wrong?”
Dash had stopped and was wiggling her back. “It’s my wing. It’s so itchy and tingly. Can you take a look at it?”
You slowly start to unwrap Dash’s wing and look it over. “There’s nothing wrong with the wing on the outside. Lemme take a look on the inside real quick.”
You bring forth the magic within and form the x-ray spell again and examine the bone itself. Looking at the wing, you gasp aloud. “Oh dear Celestia… That’s…” you feel your eyes begin to tear up at the sight.
There's no way this is possible...
Dash whips around and looks at you, panicking. “What’s wrong?” she asks. She sees the look on your face and starts to panic.
“TELL ME WHAT’S WRONG!” she yells.
“Dash…Your wing.”
“WHAT’S WRONG WITH MY WING?!?” she yells, full on crying “TELL ME!”
You wrap your hooves around her and embrace her.
“Dash, your wing... It’s almost fully healed.”
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Rainbow Dash,Romance,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Sex
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Healing Dash
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The road to recovery often leads to many interesting places
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<p>(2nd Person story starring Doctor "You" and Rainbow Dash)</p><p>Being a doctor in the big city isn't as glamorous as you thought it would be; few hours, minimal contact, and a staff of doctors that really don't care. So you did what any self-respecting doctor would do: pack up his bags and move to another city. Ponyville to be exact. This small, out of the way town promised to be the perfect place to set up a family practice and actually do house-calls for a change. Though, you'd never thought you'd be performing home-care for a certain blue pegasus who ended up in your Emergency Room...</p><p>Author's Notes:</p><p>Cover Image by N3uro. Thanks buddy!</p><p>This is the second fic I ever did for the SFG and still one of my favorites. The idea came to me shortly after finishing Love Triangles and Other Funny Shapes and I needed to write it. Luckily, I did and this fic lead to all my others because I said to myself: "Why stop with just one of the mane cast? I'll do all of them!"</p><p>Best idea ever. ^.^</p><p>Anyway, there originally was a much more graphic ending, but after all this time, I gotta say I'm not happy with it. I may or may not fix it and write a different one, I have no idea. But for now, it's just a teen rating. I promise plenty of laughs, sweet moments, and tender scenes.</p>
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teen
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2011-10-14T13:56:51+00:00
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2011-10-14T13:56:51+00:00
| 10,984 |
“Okay Dash, now carefully, I want you to go through a full range of motions with your wing. Stop if anything hurts and don’t push yourself.” you tell Dash.
When you told Dash that her wing was almost healed, she immediately wanted to celebrate with a nice, long fly around Ponyville, but you forbade her as her doctor. Instead, you were now at the hospital in the physical therapy room.
“Tell me again why I can’t fly yet?” she asks, slowly moving her wing up and down.
“I said ALMOST fully healed. It’s healed enough where the bandages can come off, but I’d rather not risk another injury. So I thought it would be best if we started physical therapy right away.”
Dash sighs and starts to move her wing with more before scrunching up her face.
“Something wrong?”
“I don’t know.” Dash says. “My wing still feels really stiff and weak.” Walking over to her, you look her over before shrugging.
“It’s probably muscle atrophy. You haven’t used it in a long time, so that’s no surprise. Don’t worry, it’ll go away in due time as long as you do the therapy.”
“Come on! Let me fly! I’m itching to actually use it!” Dash pleads as she extends her wings fully.
“Dash, I swear if you don’t listen to me, I’m going to tie you to the bed.”
“That’s okay. I like kinky.” Dash says with a suggestive smile.
Images of leather, riding crops, and bondage fill your mind, causing you to blush.
“Maybe we can see about Rarity making something special for us. I hear she’s into that sort of thing.” Dash says with a playful nudge.
You force yourself to focus on the task at hand and clear your throat. “Okay then. Let’s begin.”
Dash stops teasing you and nods. “What do I do?” she asks.
You’ve never done physical therapy with a Pegasus before, so nothing comes to mind immediately. Finally, you get an idea. “What were the basics you learned at Flight School?” you ask.
“Well, we’d take a few steps, hop, and then flap our wings once.”
“Let’s start with that then.” you say. Dash trots around the room, hoping into the air occasionally and flapping her wings to get momentary air.
“Can’t we go onto the more advanced stuff? This is boooring.” she says with a groan.
“Baby steps, Dash. Let’s just take this one day at a time.”
Dash sighs heavily. “Fine….”
And you did just that. Each day, Dash would complain about the exercises being stupid and boring, but she didn’t see the strides she was making each day.
By the end of the first week, Dash was already flying through the air with ease. Although, she couldn’t pull off her famous aerial acrobatics just yet, that changed within the next week.
“Ms. Rainbow Dash, it is with great pride that I can give you a clean bill of health.” you say beaming. Dash settles down in front of you as you finish your lunch, picking up the old routine where it left off. Dash stares at you for some time, which starts makes you uncomfortable. “Is there something wrong?” you ask
“Well... Since I can fly again, that probably means you want me out of your house...” she says sullenly. Her words strike you heart. You had been so used to having her with you, that the idea of her leaving made your stomach sink into your hooves.
“Well, I guess you could.” you say with a hint of sadness in your voice. Dash doesn’t say anything and you avoid eye contact. It isn’t until you hear sniffling that you actually look at her. She was doing everything she could to not breakdown right then and there. “I-I-I don’t want to... I want to stay.” Dash leaps forward and embraces you. “You’ve done so much for me. I probably would have given up right there at the beginning if it wasn’t for you. You were there for me every step of the way. I don’t want leave!”
You hug Dash back and look into her eyes. “Dash, you’ve made me the happiest I've ever been. You’d break my heart if you left, but I don’t want to force you to do anything.”
Dash kisses you softly on the lips and smiles. “Let’s go home.”
You and Dash got looks and whispers as you walked through Ponyville, but you two didn’t care. You were too happy to be held in Dash’s warm, soft wing.
When you finally make it home, you and Dash collapse on the bed and hold eachother.
“What did I do to deserve an awesome boyfriend like you?” Dash asks.
You kiss her tenderly and smile. “You crashed.”
Dash smiles as she punches you in the shoulder. “Shut up and go to sleep before YOU’RE the one in the hospital.”
You laugh and give Dash a quick kiss. “I love you.”
“I love you too.”
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1488
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Cutie Mark Crusaders,Derpy Hooves,Discord,Gilda,Main 6,Princess Celestia,Princess Luna,Spike,Adventure,Dark,Sad,Tragedy,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
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Uprising
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Twilight has now been Celestia's pupil for ten years now. Learning the truth, can she get over it?
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incomplete
| 10 | 4 |
<p>NOTE: Please ignore the bad reviews on this. It was because I accidentally submitted a blank story, and people thought that I was trolling. So please read this in spite of what the ratings say. Thank you.<br/>For ten years, Twilight Sparkle has always been the favorite pupil of Equestrian Goddess Celestia. But after learning the horrible truth from Celestia's sister Luna, Twilight and her friends go on a journey to dethrone the tyrant once and for all. But with all of her friends keeping secrets and Twilight herself harboring doubts, can she muster the strength to do it?</p>
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teen
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2011-11-15T06:02:20+00:00
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2011-11-15T06:02:20+00:00
| 1,631 |
NOTE: Part of this fanfic is based off off of CrappyUnicorn's Discordantly. I suggest you read all six before reading this. The first part can be found here: http://crappyunicorn.deviantart.com/gallery/?q=discord#/d4a9wnp
NOTE 2: Sorry about that blank page thing! It's fixed now, and I hope you'll enjoy it!
Being an only student isn't easy. Foremost, you have destruction, havoc, and certain doom to stop on your own. Then on top of that, you have six friends who constantly butt heads and have their OWN conflicts which you end up having to sort out anyways. And for the icing on the cake, my mentor has become a psychotic killer looking for my blood.
Oh, you want to know how that happened? Well I guess it would be alright to tell you the story quickly.
My name is Twilight Sparkle, but my friends usually just call me Twilight. I live in Ponyville with my friends and I'm the student of Princess Celestia, one of the Equestrian Goddesses. The Equestrian Goddesses are the two royal figures of Equestria. There's Princess Celestia and Princess Luna, who control the movement of the sun and moon respectively. One day, my parents enrolled me into Princess Celestia's School for Gifted Unicorns, and that's where I first met Princess Celestia. She helped me harness all of my raw magical energy and tame it and become one of the greatest graduates the school has ever had in the past 1000 years. Afterwards, I became the loyal student of Princess Celestia herself!
Years later, I sent a letter to Princess Celestia about the wicked mare, Nightmare Moon, and how she was going to be freed from the moon and wreack havoc across all of Equestria! I, of course as the faithful student I am, immediately sent a letter to Princess Celestia about this horrible prophecy, but my studies were thrown aside because the Princess wanted me to make friends. She sent me to Ponyville to check on the preparations about the Summer Sun Celebration, which she didn't end up showing up to! I knew something was wrong when Nightmare Moon appeared and thrust Equestria into eternal darkness. My friends and I ventured into the Everfree Forest to find the mythical Elements Of Harmony to stop her, but the elements were destroyed when Nightmare Moon trampled them. Soon after, My friends and I discovered that WE were the physical representations of the Elements of Harmony and that we had the power to destroy Nightmare Moon. We purified her, turning her back into Princess Luna, ruler of the moon, and then Equestria was safe again.
About a year later, Discord, who had ruled Equestria before Celestia and Luna, came back, vying for his revenge. He created mass chaos throughout Equestria and actually almost kept in power. Luckily, though, my friends and I were once again able to harness the power of the Elements of Harmony and turn Discord into stone. After that, though, things got pretty quiet. I once again returned to my studies.
It all started when one Ditzy "Derpy" Hooves crashed through my ceiling one morning, muffin in hoof and mailbag in the other. Her eyes swirled within her sockets, trying to find which way was up and which was down. I glanced through the rubble to find where she landed. “Um, are you okay?” I asked warily. Upon hearing my voice, Ditzy stood up, shaking off the dust.
She twirled around and handed me a letter, but not before excitedly popping her muffin into her mouth. Ditzy then took off, crashing through another part of my roof into the outside world. I really didn't know what to make of it. I never really had much interaction with Ditzy, or had she ever found out the reason for her appearances. The most interaction I ever had with her was when she accidentally dropped a piano on her. I subconciously rubbed my head where it hit.
I looked down at the letter, covered in muffin crumbs. 'To Twilight Sparkle, my faithful student,' it said on the front. That meant it must be from Celestia. Strangely enough, this was the first I had heard from her in months. I was starting to wonder if something had happened to her. Even my weekly letters on friendship haven't made it through for quite some time now. Wondering what this was all about, I opened up the envelope and peered inside.
Dear Twilight, my favorite pupil,
To celebrate your 10th year of being my faithful pupil, I have decided to throw you a party! Please come as soon as possible, and don't worry about your friends, as they are already here. I await your swift arrival.
Sincerely,
Princess Celestia
Huh. Celestia's letters are usually longer and more formal. This one was casual and straight to the point. But I do like parties, so I left later that day. Besides, my friends were there already, and the food in Canterlot is to die for!
So there I was, just casually walking down the streets of Canterlot towards the castle. Then, when I was almost there suddenly I felt a strong force pull me into a nearby alleyway. Now, if you've never been manipulated by magic before, it's more disorienting than you may think. I turned around all ready to fight, thinking that I was being mugged, but I instead saw Luna, the Equestrian Goddess of the moon. That was even more disorienting than my earlier magic trip.
"What the-" Luna used her magic to close my mouth, then whispered to me.
"I don't have much time, so just listen to me, Twilight," Luna said. I nodded obediently, not really knowing what was going on. "You are in grave danger, my friend. If my sister finds you, she will kill you at a moment's notice."
She unclamped my mouth. "Are you talking about Celestia? You can't be talking about her...right?" I asked quietly.
Luna just shook her head solemnly. "No. Just let me explain everything to you. How much do you know about ancient history?”
“Well,” I said thoughtfully, “I know about how you and Celestia defeated that tyrant, Discord, and then you went, um, insane,” Luna winced, “ and got exiled to the moon. Was that all a lie, too?”
“Well, only partially. Just let me start at the beginning. I'll get to that later.” She said. I then looked in her eyes, and realized that these weren't the eyes of the power hungry mare I had met during the summer sun festival. No, Luna's eyes were dark and sad, like she was an old mare who had seen too much during her life.
Luna continued, “As you know, Celestia and I are sisters. What you probably don't know is that we were the most powerful alicorns born in centuries. But all that power made Celestia insane. She became power hungry, different from the kind, loving sister I had known when we were fillies. As our coronation became imminent, Celestia started to crack. The week before we were to be crowned as sisters, her will to be a queen shattered. She wanted more than to just rule over Equestria at that point.. She wanted complete control over everything, and the only thing that stood in her way were the rest of the alicorns.”
I was confused, “So how does this tie in with everything else?”
Luna continued, “Just wait, Twilight. Everything will becom clear soon. That was before the time of Discord. Actually, he was livingat that time, but he wasn't evil yet. Discord at that time was actually very shy and reclusive. Celestia realized his potential to become a monster given the right motivation. So she started writing letters to him and visited him by his cave, so Discord fell in love with her. But then, in order to create the monster she needed, she broke his heart.”
“And so he became a monster?” I asked.
“Yes. Our coronation had to be postponed because Discord was taking his rage out on all of Equestria. All the availible alicorns were rallied to stop him. They might have beaten Discord, but Celestia had planned well. She secretly sabotaged supplies, misdirected platoons. I knew all of this, but Celestia said that if I told anyone, she would kill me. So I kept silent. Meanwhile, Discord was gaining ground, and the alicorn forces grew more tired by the minute. Then, Discord sent many plauges our way, like drought, famine, and disease. Of course, Celestia knew that this was going to happen, and took me and hid away in a shelter for weeks. As we came out, Equestria was a mess, and Celestia was not happy about it. She had expected Discord to be annihalated with the alicorns, but she underestimated his power. So in order to gain control, Discord had to go away.”
“So that's when you used the Elements of Harmony to turn him to stone originally?” I questioned. Everything was starting to make sense finally.
“At that point in time, my sister and I finally felt a sense of unity in the fact that Discord had to go. We found the Elements of Harmony in the ruins of the old alicorn castle. The elements were our most guarded treasure, so naturally, being part of the royal family, we found them quite easily. We turned Discord into stone, and it seemed to be over.”
“But what about the whole 'Nightmare Moon' deal?”
“I was just getting to that,” Luna responded, “You see, about a century later, my sister and I were ruling happily, it seemed. Little did I know that Celestia was planning to kill me, to gain control over the moon as well. But in order to kill an alicorn, you need power beyond that of even Celestia's capibilities. The Elements of Harmony could potentially provide that power, but you need more than one pony to use them. So I was instead banished to the moon, but not before Celestia altered my very soul, to make me a monster when I was released.”
“And then that's where my friends and I come in, I guess.” This was making sense now, but why would Celestia want to kill me.
“Yes. You then turned me back into my old self with the elements. But as a consequence of that, you bonded with them, becoming the physical representations of the Elements of Harmony themselves. You see, while I was gone, Celestia found out a way to extract the essence from the elements, so they could be used by one pony alone. But now that you have bonded with the Elements of Harmony, you are needed for Celestia to gain complete control. And trust me, you do not want to see my sister at full power.”
“So I-” I was cut off by some hoofsteps from around the corner.
“No!” Luna whispered. “How could they have found out? No time, I need to get you out of here right now!”
My heart raced. "But what about you?"
"Don't worry about me, just go!" Light started pulsing around me, standard of a teleportation spell, and I was lifted into the air.
Celestia appeared from around the corner. "So Luna, it was you. I think it's time you should leave." Celestia sounded cold and insane. To think that she had been my role model not too long ago even! The lights around me grew brighter. Celestia advanced, and I flashed out, but not before hearing tortured screams that only could have come from Luna herself.
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1488
| 2 |
Cutie Mark Crusaders,Derpy Hooves,Discord,Gilda,Main 6,Princess Celestia,Princess Luna,Spike,Adventure,Dark,Sad,Tragedy,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
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Uprising
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Twilight has now been Celestia's pupil for ten years now. Learning the truth, can she get over it?
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incomplete
| 10 | 4 |
<p>NOTE: Please ignore the bad reviews on this. It was because I accidentally submitted a blank story, and people thought that I was trolling. So please read this in spite of what the ratings say. Thank you.<br/>For ten years, Twilight Sparkle has always been the favorite pupil of Equestrian Goddess Celestia. But after learning the horrible truth from Celestia's sister Luna, Twilight and her friends go on a journey to dethrone the tyrant once and for all. But with all of her friends keeping secrets and Twilight herself harboring doubts, can she muster the strength to do it?</p>
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teen
|
2011-11-15T07:33:14+00:00
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2011-11-15T07:33:14+00:00
| 1,413 |
As I tumbled through the blackness of the void, thoughts aimlessly swirled through my head. For what seemed like an eternity, I couldn't focus in on one thing. But I did relalize that the void reflected what I felt inside: emptiness.
I just couldn't believe Luna's story. Celestia had been my mentor for so long, yet it all changed in an instant. In spite of this, I was in denial that any of this had ever happened. Even so, now that I know it, how can I forget it so quickly? After a long time of trying to think about this matter, I just gave up and let the darkness take hold of me. Slowly, I regained consiousness, when suddenly...
Wumph!
I fell onto a pile of hard, rectangular objects. As I tried to orient myself and figure out what was going on, I heard voices in the background.
“Um, do you think she's okay?” asked a timid voice. That was probably Fluttershy, one of my friends. At least she was here. If Celestia had laid one hoof on her, she would have it coming.
I heard another voice, “Probably, but I reckon that she won't feel too good after falling from that height.” From the farm girl accent, I immediately knew that Applejack was here, too. I breathed another sigh of releif
“Oooohhhh! Ooooohhh! Maybe she needs a welcome home party!” Now that was Pinkie Pie, probably the only pony in Equestria that suffers from ADHD.
“How could you say that? The poor darling is probably hurt! We should get her to help right away!” Rarity, the fashionista exlaimed.
“Got it! I take her anywhere in ten seconds flat!” And there was Rainbow Dash, the tomboyish speedster. Well, everypony was here, so I got up.
“Oh, so NOW you're awake!” Rainbow Dash exclaimed. “Do you know how long we spent on that block tower? Three. Whole. Weeks. We almost broke the record! But noooooooo, you had to show up and-” Rarity (thankfully) shut her mouth with magic.
“How can you ever be so rude?” Rarity complained. At least somepony was standing up for me.
“Yeah,” Applejack continued. “There must be something goin' on here. Where were you anyway, Twilight? You've been gone for two days now!”
“Oooohhh!” Pinkie Pie shouted over everyone, hopping in joy, “Two whole days? That requires a SUPER welcome party!”
“Um, Pinkie Pie?” Fluttershy said in barely a whisper.
“And we can have cake and balloons!” The party pony rambled on.
“Pinkie Pie?” Fluttershy tried to get her attention again, slightly louder this time.
“And EVERYpony can come!”
“PINKAMENA DIANE PIE!” Fluttershy exclaimed. Well, there goes her calm demeanor. Fluttershy is usually quiet and reserved, but you don't want her angry.
Pinkie Pie just gasped and shrank back. No pony uses her full name like that except her family. But Fluttershy noticed this and calmed down immediately. “Um, sorry, just needed to get your attention. But we should really ask Twilight what's going on. This is no time for a party. I can tell that this is serious.”
“Fluttershy's right,” Applejack added, “To be gone for so long and then just teleportin' back like that, there must have been something that happened.”
“Yeah,” Rainbow Dash questioned, “What's going on here?”
I took a shaky breath, then proceeded to tell my story, from the letter to Celestia finding me in the alley. My friends were spellbound the entire time. Fluttershy looked like she was about to cry. Pinkie Pie's mane started to lose its' signature curl. Dash tried to look cool throughout the story, but faltered several times. All of my friends were shocked.
“S-so she's after us?” Rarity managed to get out after a long silence.
“Yes,” I said grimly, “I don't think Celestia saw me, but she's bound to put two and two together sometime.”
“So what now?” Applejack whispered.
“Well, duh, we do the obvious thing!” Rainbow Dash said, trying to sound confident, “We fight back! I mean, if we just run, she'll probably find us! We shouldn't go down without a fight!”
“Well,” I concluded, “Whatever it is, one thing is for sure. Whatever we do, we need to do it fast. We should probably run some ways away first, though.”
“What about Spike?” Fluttershy asked. Crud, I had completely forgotten about him.
“He can take care of himself, Fluttershy.” I responded.
“Yeah,” Rainbow Dash agreed, “Besides, this would be too much for a little guy like him. I mean, this could turn out into an all out war!”
Fluttershy suddenly gasped, like she had forgotten something, and started to run towards the nearby forest.
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1488
| 3 |
Cutie Mark Crusaders,Derpy Hooves,Discord,Gilda,Main 6,Princess Celestia,Princess Luna,Spike,Adventure,Dark,Sad,Tragedy,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
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Uprising
|
Twilight has now been Celestia's pupil for ten years now. Learning the truth, can she get over it?
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incomplete
| 10 | 4 |
<p>NOTE: Please ignore the bad reviews on this. It was because I accidentally submitted a blank story, and people thought that I was trolling. So please read this in spite of what the ratings say. Thank you.<br/>For ten years, Twilight Sparkle has always been the favorite pupil of Equestrian Goddess Celestia. But after learning the horrible truth from Celestia's sister Luna, Twilight and her friends go on a journey to dethrone the tyrant once and for all. But with all of her friends keeping secrets and Twilight herself harboring doubts, can she muster the strength to do it?</p>
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teen
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2012-02-10T15:40:13+00:00
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2012-02-10T15:40:13+00:00
| 630 |
NOTE: Finally here! Sorry for the shortness, but the next chapter will be a lot longer. Pinkie swear.
We were all in a stupor. What was Fluttershy thinking? We watched as she disappeared into the forest. I could tell that something fishy was going on, but before I could say anything, Rainbow Dash broke the silence.
“Well?” She exclaimed, “Aren't we going to go after her?”
“Now wait, Rainbow,” I said back, “This could be a trap, for all we know.” But sure enough, she was off at top speed. I was incredibly frustrated, of course, but I also understood. They were sisters, after all.
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
Just for the count, this is not ever mentioned in the show, but I think that Rainbow Dash and Fluttershy are sisters. This does explain a lot of things, like why Rainbow stood up for Fluttershy in Cutie Mark Chronicles, and why Rainbow wakes Fluttershy up in The Super Speedy Cider Squeezy 6000. NO, I DO NOT THINK SHE IS LESBIAN. It's an insult to the essence of the show as well as a lazy man's explaination.
At that point, we had no choice but to run off after them. No matter how much I thought this was a trap, we just couldn't lose Rainbow. She's impulsive, but if it comes to war, she would be our best soldier. So we ran though the forest, looking for her. Sure enough, she was tangled up in a tree.
“Come on, Rainbow,” I chided, “You can't break your wing again! If you're going to be brash, be careful about it, at least!” I pulled at the mess of branches entangling her. But as soon as she was free, she was off again. I just sighed, and we continued running.
After an hour or two, we stumbled upon a clearing in the trees. Surrounding the clearing was Rainbow Dash, crouched in hiding.
“Now Rainbow,” I started, but she pulled us down beneath the bushes.
“Are you crazy?” She whispered, “You'll get us caught!”
“Caught?” I said. But now that she mentioned it, I could make out two faint voices coming from the clearing.
“...ready yet?” One of the ponies said. Call me crazy, but that voice sounded oddly familiar. It wasn't Fluttershy, but I knew it.
Then I heard a soft and demure voice that could have only belonged to Fluttershy. “Yes, they're ready... Are you sure this is the right thing to do?”
“Of course!” The voice said, “There's no other way. It needs to happen, or we'll all become her puppets!”
“Well alright, if you say so...”
I couldn't stand the suspense any longer. I burst out of the bush to find Fluttershy talking with no one other than Ditzy Doo. Fluttershy gasped and hid behind the nearest tree. Ditzy just stood there with a cocky smile on her face.
“About time, huh?” She said, “I knew you would find me out soon, so congratulations on that!” She slowly clapped her hooves.
Rainbow stepped forwards. “Cut the crap, Ditzy,” She said, “What are you doing here anyway? Why were you talking to my sister like that? Are you a spy?”
Ditzy just held up her hooves in submission. “Alright, alright. You can come out, Fluttershy. They're just your friends.” Fluttershy slowly backed away from the tree, shivering slightly. Ditzy continued. “Now, where to start. I wonder?”
I spoke up. “Well, why don't you tell us about your little conversation with Fluttershy?”
“Ah, bright as usual, Twilight. Perfect place, if you ask me. So, how can I explain this? Well, I could go on for hours, but I'll give you the short version. The point is, Celestia's gotta go. We've had enough of her tyranny. It's time the ponies had a voice.”
Celestia overthrown?
What had I gotten myself into?
How did I not notice this earlier?
But I understood now.
I was in the middle of an all out war.
But the scary part was,
I didn't know which side I was on
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Pagliacci
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1491
| 1 |
Applejack,Original Character,Pinkie Pie,Rarity,Sweetie Belle,Twilight Sparkle,Dark,Romance,Sad,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
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Music of the (K)Night
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Famed singer Knight Shade comes to Ponyville. But is there more to him than just a nice voice?
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incomplete
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<p>The arrival of famed singer Knight Shade brings with it unexpected events that could prove disastrous. What is happening and what can Twilight and her friends do to stop it? Story contains slash.</p>
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teen
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2011-10-14T18:16:26+00:00
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2011-10-14T18:16:26+00:00
| 949 |
Disclaimer: My Little Pony- Friendship is Magic belongs to Hasbro. Characters from the 1986 series (Erebus and Knight Shade) belong to whoever ultimately holds the rights to characters from that series. All lyrics used in this fan fiction are from the musical “Phantom of the Opera” by Andrew Lloyd Webber, Charles Hart and Richard Stilgoe, with the copyright most likely held by The Really Useful Group.
CHAPTER 1
Twilight Sparkle sighed, contented. She had spent the entire morning devising the perfect system for categorising and cataloguing the books in the library. On paper the system seemed very effective, complete with numbers for each category and decimal numbers to signify each subcategory.
Though, Twilight remarked to herself, Spike was bound to protest the workload the system would entail. Still, it would be worth listening to the dragon’s grumblings to achieve some proper order around their library-cum-home.
“Just wait until I tell my friends about this,” the unicorn said, a wide smile appearing on her face.
The joy of the announcement of her glorious new book classification system was somewhat hampered by the fact that she could not make the declaration to all of her friends at once. Rainbow Dash, Fluttershy and Spike had just departed for Cloudsdale. Rainbow Dash had obtained passage to see the Wonderbolts practise and she was determined to bring Fluttershy along for what she had declared as “the most flippin’ awesome time in recent memory”. Never one to miss a chance to see celebrities at close range, Spike had tagged along, certain that Fluttershy was not about to let him fall off the clouds.
Heading towards the door, Twilight’s progress was suddenly halted with the door bursting open and something blurry and pink knocking her down.
“Why hello, Pinkie,” Twilight said, all too used to the experience of being mowed down by the excitable pony.
After a series of jumps and shouts of “ohmigosh” Pinkie stopped to drawn breath and exclaimed, “he’s performing here! Tonight!”
This explanation was followed by more jumping and energetic gibberish. Twilight pulled herself to her feet and waited patiently for Pinkie to run out of steam.
When this finally occurred, the unicorn said, “would you mind elaborating a little. Who’s this he and why should care about him performing in Ponyville?”
Pinkie let out gasp. “You mean you haven’t heard?”
“Obviously, I haven’t”
“Wow.” Pinkie laughed. “Then you’re way out of the loop. You should get out more often- No, wait, you do get out-”
“Pinkie, focus.”
“Oh, yeah. Well, he is Knight Shade.” Pinkie smiled, as if expecting a reaction.
“And who is that exactly?”
“Only the most awesome singer in Equestria in, like, forever. He’s on a kingdom wide tour and is doing two gigs right here. Sure, his music’s kinda slow for my taste, but-” Pinkie looked around conspiratorially. “He is so hot I can’t help but like even his gloomy songs.”
“Well, that’s nice, I guess,” Twilight said, exiting the library with Pinkie Pie in tow. “But that’s not nearly as exciting as what I have to tell you.”
“Ooh!” Pinkie squealed. “Did you learn some epic new spell?”
“No.”
“Did you go an epic adventure on your own?”
“No.”
“Did you get some kind exciting news from Princess Celestia?”
“No.”
“Did you… Um… Bake cookies?”
“No. I have devised the most efficient method for organising the books in the library.”
“Oh.” Pinkie seemed to consider this revelation for a moment. “I guess that’s kind of exciting. Though that does have a clear lack of baked goods.”
Twilight smiled indulgingly. “You’re more than welcomed to make special library organising cookies for the occasion.”
“Okay!” Pinkie’s capricious focus was then pulled elsewhere. “There, that’s the poster.”
“What poster?” Twilight tilted her head and followed Pinkie’s line of sight.
“The poster for Knight Shade’s concert, duh. Weren’t you paying attention?”
Twilight was pretty sure she had been paying attention. Then again, with Pinkie’s particular brand of logic, it was at times hard to know what a particular conversation was really about. Letting the matter rest, Twilight looked at the poster.
Knight Shade, as it turned out, was a white earth pony with a purple mane and tail. The poster depicted him midsong, eyes half-closed and dreamingly looking ahead.
“Is he wearing eye shadow?” Twilight said, noting the colt’s purple lids.
Pinkie shrugged. “Lots of colts wear makeup, it’s nothing new.”
“I suppose it’s to be expected of a performer,” Twilight muttered.
The unicorn vaguely recalled stage actors who would sometimes wear an outrageous amount of makeup to fit the role they were playing. Twilight’s exposure to the theatre had been rather limited while growing up, she preferred reading the plays and imagining the scenarios herself and found the act of seeing somepony else’s interpretation of the events to be bothersome. No actor could ever match the characters she had pictures playing the parts.
Twilight was pulled away from her musings at the sound of Pinkie moaning in dissatisfaction.
“I wish you could come along with me tonight, Twilight, but they’re sold out.” Pinkie pursed her lips in disappointment at the notice pasted on the poster. “Oh! I know! I can borrow you some of my records and then you can see him the day after tomorrow, I’m sure there’s still seats left for that show.”
Twilight hummed in something that to Pinkie must have sounded like an agreement.
“Great! I’ll just go get those records for you then.”
Before Twilight could respond, Pinkie had dashed off. Once the dust cloud settled, Twilight found herself faced with a somewhat perturbed Rarity.
“Why, I never. To think that I was so focused on my latest fabulous creation that I had completely missed this.” She indicated at the poster.
“You’re a fan of this guy too?” Twilight asked.
Rarity laughed. “I would hardly call myself a fan. I haven’t heard him sing in years. No, no. This guy, as you so eloquently phrased it, is my cousin.”
Twilight, wide-eyed at this revelation, looked at the poster and then back to Rarity. Their colours did match, though Knight Shade’s hair was far more curlier and he was not a unicorn like Rarity.
“Huhn,” was all Twilight could comment.
“Well, actually Shade’s my second cousin, but really who’s counting?” Rarity sighed. “To think that little Shady has become a famous singer. Though it’s not really much of a surprise, his mother Crystal was a famous opera diva and Auntie Morrow was also accomplished in music.”
Twilight raised her eyebrow, thinking there was something inconsistent in what rarity had said.
Seeing her friend’s confusion Rarity smiled. “Morrow, who was Shade’s birthmother and also my second aunt, was mates with Crystal, so they were both his mothers. I never met Crystal myself, I’m afraid she passed away rather suddenly, but I did spend a good portion of my childhood around Shade and Morrow. That is, until Auntie died just before Sweetie Belle was born. I haven’t seen Shade since the funeral.”
“Oh, I’m sorry.” Twilight drooped her ears, not certain how she ought to react.
“It’s quite alright. As I said that was years ago. I am happy to see that Shade’s doing well, I’m certain his mothers would be proud.” Rarity then scoffed in mock irritation. “Though I’m sure they wouldn’t be proud of him neglecting to tell his beloved cousin that he was coming to Ponyville.”
“Maybe he’s busy, being famous and all that. Or he could be planning to surprise you.”
“Yes, that could be plausible.” Rarity turned around. “In which case I had best return to my shop and await either his apology or his spectacular surprise appearance.”
It was not until Rarity was well out of earshot that Twilight realised that she had completely forgotten to tell her friend about her book organising system. Hopefully Pinkie would not get a chance to spoil Twilight’s discovery to Rarity before Twilight had the chance to entrance everypony with the full-blown epicness of library classification.
* ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ *
Rarity rolled her shoulders, having just finished a multilayered petticoat made of white tulle. It was an impressive piece, but Rarity disliked the monotony of sewing one carefully folded layer after the other. Maybe it was time to teach Sweetie Belle how to use the sewing machine.
Right on queue, the little unicorn came into the room, twirling to an inner music. Rarity shook her head at the sight.
“Belle, dearest, what are you up to?”
Belle, startled, suddenly lost her previous grace and stumbled to the floor. “I was just, you know, dancing.”
“This wouldn’t have anything to do with a certain cousin of ours being in town?”
The tiny filly gasped in wonder. “He really is our cousin?”
“Second cousin, but who’s counting?”
“Wow! Why didn’t I know I was related to someone famous?”
Rarity frowned. “Your beloved big sister is also quite renowned, you know.”
“Sure, but you’re not an awesome singer.”
“My interests are elsewhere, darling.”
A soft chuckle interrupted the two before they could launch into a proper debate. Rarity glanced behind her to see Knight Shade standing in the shop.
“You shouldn’t sell yourself short, Rarity. I remember you having perfectly lovely voice.”
“Shady.” Rarity smiled, going up to her cousin and greeting him with a quick nuzzle. “I was almost afraid you would neglect me while here.”
“Me, forget about you? How could I?” Shade said in feigned horror.
Feeling a hoof pump her flank, Rarity stepped aside to let Belle closer to Shade. “You haven’t had a chance to meet her yet, have you. Shade, this is my little sister Sweetie Belle.”
Shade smiled in manner that Rarity was sure could melt the hearts of anypony who first met him. “Hello, Sweetie Belle, I’m glad to finally meet you.”
“You… knew about me?” Belle blinked.
“I had received word of your birth, I’m just sorry it took me this long to come and see you.”
This elicited a giggle from the filly.
“I see you haven’t lost the family charm, horn or no horn.” Rarity nudged Shade playfully.
“You could say I posses a magic all my own,” Shade responded, giving Rarity a wink.
“Indeed. Have you been working that magic on any lucky filly or colt yet?”
Shade blushed. “Not really. I mean… I’m so busy with my career that I haven’t had much time to think about that.”
“I do hope you’re not working too hard, Shady. Stress is not good for your complexion.”
“I know,” Shade said with an exasperated sigh. “Fair furred ponies are prone to skin blemishes. Trust me, I’m not doing anything that could compromise my complexion. Though you’d be surprised what stage makeup can do.”
Rarity laughed. “Oh please, with those hot lights, no amount of makeup can safe bad fur.”
Sweetie Belle looked at her sister quizzically. “The lights in the school talent show weren’t that hot.”
“Dear, those weren’t like the lights used on larger stages. Besides, I think you were concerned with things other than the lights.”
“Yeah.” Belle kicked her front hooves in embarrassment.
“I’m sure you did well in talent show.” Shade gave the filly another radiant smile.
“Kinda, my friends and I did win Best Comedy At, though we hadn’t planned on that.”
“Oh, I’d love to hear that story.”
Belle proceeded to recount the talent show incident, though Rarity did note that her sister was augmenting certain parts. Well, one could not expect someone Belle’s age to describe things with much accuracy.
At some point Belle, with the subtlety of a stampeding buffalo, brought up the issue of concert tickets.
Seeing Shade only just stopping himself from flinching, Rarity hurried to say, “you needn’t go through any trouble on our account.”
“Oh, no… it’s okay. No trouble at all. I’m sure I get you two tickets for the second concert.”
The bell over the door jingled, revealing a light grey unicorn in dark sunglasses. His unicorn was exceptionally long, giving him a strangely regal appearance.
“So, this is where you ran off to,” the unicorn’s low voice rumbled.
Shade fidgeted, digging the edge of his right front hoof into the floor. “Ah, yeah. Erebus, these are my cousins Rarity and Sweetie Belle, I was just visiting them. This is Erebus, my manager.”
The unicorn bowed at the two fillies. “Pleasure to meet you.”
Rarity responded with a polite nod of her head. She, if anypony, could appreciate a stallion who knew his etiquette, but there was something undeniably forced in Erebus’ civility. There was an air about him, though Rarity could not quite place her hoof on it.
“I do hate to pull you away from this charming reunion, Knight Shade, but we have to do a sound check before tonight‘s performance. Ladies, if you will excuse us.” Erebus turned around and left the shop.
Shade hesitated, giving Rarity and Belle an apologetic smile. “I have to go. I’ll get back to you about the tickets, I promise.”
With that Shade hurried to follow Erebus. Rarity raised a carefully trimmed brow at the look barely masked anxiety on her cousin’s face as he exited. Shade had never been good in hiding his feelings, a quality Rarity always attributed to his artistic background, and now he was doing a terrible job at trying to not look worried. Rarity would have to have a serious talk with him tomorrow.
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1491
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Applejack,Original Character,Pinkie Pie,Rarity,Sweetie Belle,Twilight Sparkle,Dark,Romance,Sad,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
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Music of the (K)Night
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Famed singer Knight Shade comes to Ponyville. But is there more to him than just a nice voice?
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<p>The arrival of famed singer Knight Shade brings with it unexpected events that could prove disastrous. What is happening and what can Twilight and her friends do to stop it? Story contains slash.</p>
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teen
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2011-10-17T12:58:02+00:00
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2011-10-17T12:58:02+00:00
| 725 |
CHAPTER 2
The concert had been a complete success, they always were. Once he had been able to disengage himself from the excited fans and the tour crew, Knight Shade slipped away from the bright colours of the centre of Ponyville. He walked through a park, darkened by the nightfall and made his way to an area of gnarled, ancient trees and white stone slaps and solemn statues, hidden in a rarely visited corner of the town.
He had been wanting to visit this place for years, yet he dreaded coming here now. The statues surrounding him all seemed to glare at him, aware of what he had done. How could he face the monument in the back of burial ground? The white, tall headstone might not be his mothers, but he could not help but imagining himself facing his mothers instead of the unfeeling stone engraved with their names.
But he had to come here, he been away for too long and he owed it to his mothers. Stepping before the headstone, Shade bowed his head.
The notes came tumbling out, after all, he had had ample time to compose the song,
“You were once my one companion. You were all that mattered
You were once a friend and mother then my world was shattered
Wishing you were somehow here again, wishing you were somehow near
Sometimes it seemed, if I just dreamed, somehow you would be here.
Wishing I could hear your voice again, knowing that I never would
Dreaming of you won't help me to do all that you dreamed I could...
Passing bells and sculpted angels, cold and monumental
Seem, for you, the wrong companions, you were warm and gentle...
Too many years fighting back tears...
Why can't the past just die?
Wishing you were somehow here again, knowing we must say goodbye
Try to forgive, teach me to live, give me the strength to try!
No more memories, no more silent tears
No more gazing across the wasted years
Help me say goodbye. Help me say goodbye!”
At the final note, Shade’s voice cracked. He nestled against the stone, hoping that the cold surface would turn to the warm sides of the two mares that had raised him.
“I’ve missed you. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. Please don’t hate me.” He looked at the engraved names with blurry eyes.
No reply came, beyond a breeze blowing through the leaves of the surrounding trees.
“You will help me, won’t you? I need your strength now. Even…” He swallowed. “Even, if you can’t forgive me. I can’t let Rarity get hurt, I have to do this.”
* ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ *
Twilight had to admit, this Knight Shade was a talented singer. She had reluctantly listened to the records Pinkie Pie had shoved into her hooves and, much to her surprise, she found herself enjoying them.
Shade’s voice was clear and soft and the style of music was decidedly more classical than Twilight had expected. She could see why Pinkie had called the songs gloomy, as many of the songs had a melancholic tune to them despite the generally romanticised and hopeful lyrics.
Eventually Twilight dozed off in the middle of a particularly subdued song.
In the dream, Twilight found herself standing in what looked like an overgrown rose garden. It was only after a moment, once the haze typical to dreams had abated, that she realised that was in a graveyard of some kind.
Feeling herself being watched, the unicorn turned to see a pegasus with a dazzling light blue coat. The mare smiled at her much in the same way Celestia would sometimes smile at her.
“Child,” the pegasus said.
Even in that single word, Twilight was mesmerised by the stranger’s voice. She could not find words to describe what the mare sounded like, but she could safely say that the voice literally made her shiver in delight.
“Child, please listen to me, I have little time. You must help them.”
“Help who?”
“They are lost, so lost, please help them. I can’t bear to watch anymore. I know you can help them.”
“I’m sorry, I don’t understand. What do you want me to do?” Twilight stepped towards the pegasus who seemed to be fading away.
“Stop them,” the mare breathed out before she disappeared.
Twilight jerked awake, shaking her head. The dream had been too clear to be one of her usual dreams, obviously it meant something. But exactly what was that? Why did dreamy apparitions always have to be so vague? For once Twilight would have liked to have run into a clearly worded prophecy or nocturnal warning.
“There’s got to be a logical reason for why mystical powers are always so… mystical,” Twilight muttered to herself.
She glanced out of the closest window. The sun was barely up, only lending a dim glow to the world outside. Technically she could continue sleeping and hope that the pegasus appeared again to clarify her plea, but the chances of that happening were very unlikely and it was not too early for Twilight to get up.
Rolling unceremoniously out of the armchair she had fallen asleep in, Twilight shuffled toward the kitchen. As she was about to reach the kitchen, a loud knock came from the library’s main door.
Sighing in frustration, Twilight walked to the door and opened it. “Yes?”
Standing at the door was a copper male pegasus. His long mane was tied to a loose ponytail and there was a pair of saddlebacks slung over his hindquarters.
“Twilight Sparkle?” the pegasus said.
“Uh, yes. Can I help you?” Twilight eyed the colt with a mixture of confusion and suspicion.
“I believe you can.” The pegasus smiled and inclined his head. “My name is Everfull, I’ve travelled here from Manehattan in the hopes that you could help me.”
Taken aback by the fact that someone would come such long way to ask for her aid Twilight stepped aside and allowed Everfull to enter the library.
“What can I help you with? Twilight asked as she and Everfull settled into the hall.
“It’s sort of a long story,” Everfull sighed. “I’ll try to give you the essentials. You’re no doubt aware that the singer Knight Shade has arrived in your town.”
“Yes.” Twilight’s interest was definitely piqued.
Everfull cleared his throat, suddenly troubled. “I believe that there is something seriously wrong involved in the concert. I’ve been following the tour and in every town I have visited I’ve noticed a… strange coincidence. Everypony who has been to Knight Shade’s concerts appears to be listless afterwards.”
Twilight frowned. “Are you sure it has something to do with the concerts?”
Everfull nodded. “Only those ponies who’ve been to the concerts show these symptoms. It’s like they’re depressed, going through the motions. Physically, there seems to be nothing wrong with them. It’s just that they lack something.”
“Wait.” A thought occurred to Twilight. “This might sound weird, but you say that the ponies have lost their passion? Like a fire that suddenly gone out?”
Everfull’s ear nudged. “Yes, that’s precisely what it looks like.”
Twilight stood up, pacing around the hall in full lecture mode. “There this hypothesis, though it’s unproven so far, that says that all ponies possess a spark. According to the hypothesis, it’s this spark that causes cutie marks to appear the moment a pony becomes aware of her life’s purpose.”
“Seems plausible. You think that the ponies have somehow lost the spark?”
“Well, if the spark exists, it might be possible to extract it. Losing one’s passion wouldn’t kill anyone, but sure would make a pony feel miserable.” Twilight waved her hoof around. “Though this is all conjecture, it would be hard to prove something that ethereal.”
There was a pause. Twilight’s mind was going through other potential scenarios and the likelihood of something like the spark hypothesis actually being true. But right was not the time launch into a scientific investigation, there were more pressing questions to answer.
“You think Knight Shade is somehow stealing ponies’ sparks?”
Everfull looked away. “I hope not, but… he… the concerts are doing something and it has to be stopped. Do you know where the concert will go to after Ponyville?”
Twilight shook her head.
“Canterlot. If the affects so far have been as bad as I’ve seen so far, imagine that happening to some of most important ponies in the country?”
“By Celestia,” Twilight muttered.
“My thoughts exactly. If anyone can stop Kni- this, it would be you, one of the guardian of Harmony.”
“Yeah, I’ll have to tell my friends and then-” A terrible realisation hit Twilight. “Oh no, Pinkie!”
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Pagliacci
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1491
| 3 |
Applejack,Original Character,Pinkie Pie,Rarity,Sweetie Belle,Twilight Sparkle,Dark,Romance,Sad,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
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Music of the (K)Night
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Famed singer Knight Shade comes to Ponyville. But is there more to him than just a nice voice?
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incomplete
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<p>The arrival of famed singer Knight Shade brings with it unexpected events that could prove disastrous. What is happening and what can Twilight and her friends do to stop it? Story contains slash.</p>
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teen
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2011-10-21T22:56:04+00:00
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2011-10-21T22:56:04+00:00
| 888 |
CHAPTER 3
Shade let out a long sigh. He knew he could only postpone the issue for so long. At least if he confronted Erebus while in Ponyville and the worst came to pass, he would have somewhere he could run.
The thought of having to possibly involve Rarity into his issues did not sit well with him. But his cousin would help him with more likelihood than any number of strangers in the towns the tour had previously been to.
But, Shade thought to himself, would she really offer him any help or protection, if she knew what was happening, if she knew what he had done?
He was shaking now. He did not want to face Erebus, but it was inevitable. There was only so much Shade was willing to tolerate, only so many sacrifices he would make.
Stilling himself, the pony stepped into the dark trailer.
Erebus had insisted that, rather than employing hotels and guest houses, the singer should travel in a trailer. It had not seemed like a bad idea at the time, but once it dawned to Shade that the trailer just served to isolate him and the unicorn from outsiders, he had learned to fear the innocuous trailer.
A pair of unsettling yellow eyes regarded him from the darkness. “Where have you been all night?”
“I was just… I had to visit my mothers.”
Erebus snarled at this. “Who said you could go off gallivanting around burial groves at night?”
“I-it seemed like the right time. I had to go there, I haven’t been there since Mama Morrow…”
“Such sentimentality. Very well, I will allow your excursions from yesterday. Now, go to sleep, I need to you to look fresh for the next concert.”
“Erebus, we have to talk.”
“What now?” the unicorn sighed.
“I… I can’t do this anymore.”
“What?” The eyes narrowed.
“It’s over, I’m can’t keep hurting ponies anymore.”
Erebus chuckled. “Oh, you would not want me to harm your lovely little cousin tomorrow, is that it?”
“Well… Yes, but I’ve never liked it in any case. Please, can’t we just stop?”
The unicorn stood up, stalking out of the shadows and closer to Shade. “Stop? You think you can order me to stop?”
“I’m not ordering you. I’m…” Shade looked at his hooves. “I’m asking. No, I’m begging. Please, Erebus, please stop.”
“You call that begging?”
Shade’s eyes widened, recognising the edge in the voice. “No, Ere-”
He was cut short by bolt of searing pain hitting his flank. His hind legs gave out and Shade fell to the floor.
“You foolish, insolent little colt,” Erebus hissed, his horn shining. “Have you forgotten what I have done for you benefit? Do you think you have any chance of putting a stop to this?”
The pain continued and soon Shade found himself crying and whimpering. His legs twisted, trying to ineffectually get away from the burning heat that was making his cutie mark glow.
“I’m sorry… Ah! Erebus… Please…”
“Clearly, you need a reminder of who your master is.” By now Erebus was standing over Knight Shade, with his horn planted firmly on the singers shuddering flank.
“No… Please… I know you’re-”
“I could do to you what I have done to them. You think you feel pain now, imagine how much it would hurt, if I did this to you and you did not have your spark?”
Shade could not respond, at that point he could barely understand what Erebus was saying.
“Now, will you be a good little songbird and do as you are told?”
Shade whimpered. He would do anything the unicorn wanted as long as the pain would end.
“I shall take that as a yes.” Erebus pulled his head up, releasing his hold on Shade’s cutie mark.
Shade was left as a teary mess. He buried his head into his front legs, trying to muffle the sobs and moans that would not stop.
“There there, my sweet angel.” Erebus nuzzled Shade’s shaking head, his voice deceptively soft. “You know how dear you are to me. If only you just obeyed me, I would never have to harm you. Do not cry, angel, all is forgiven.”
The unicorn settled down next to the singer, humming tenderly,
“Softly, deftly, music shall caress you
Hear it, feel it, secretly possess you
Open up your mind, let your fantasies unwind,
In this darkness which you know you cannot fight
The darkness of the music of the night...
Let your mind start a journey through a strange, new world.
Leave all thoughts of the world you knew before.
Let your soul take you where you long to be.
Only then can you belong to me ...
Floating, falling, sweet intoxication.
Touch me, trust me, savour each sensation.
Let the dream begin, let your darker side give in
To the power of the music that I write
The power of the music of the night...
You alone can make my song take flight
Help me make the music of the night…”
Shade closed his eyes when he felt Erebus’ weight against him. He gave up, he had been stupid to think he ever could go against grey unicorn.
* ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ *
Later that day Twilight attempted to contain the chaos that was about to erupt in the library. Applejack was devastated at the sight of the now, hypothetically, sparkless Pinkie Pie, who in turn was flipping through a book without actually caring what the book was about.
Everfull was watching the display of the orange pony fussing over her pink friend with a sad expression, appearing very much powerless.
And Rarity… Twilight shuddered at the mere thought. Rarity was a shrieking, hysterical mess.
“How dare you?” Rarity fought against the threat of tears. “How could you think that Shady… that he would… It can‘t be true! He would never…”
These jumbled accusations were directed at the ether. Twilight surmised that they were meant for either Everfull or herself.
Everfull sighed, opening his mouth for the first time since being introduced to Rarity and Applejack (Pinkie was not paying attention), “I’m not happy about suspecting him either, but it’s not looking good.”
Rarity glared at the colt. “Why would you care? You don’t know Shady lie I do, of course you would suspect him.”
Everfull responded with a look that bordered on sad. “I’ve known him long enough. How could I think the worst from somepony who I- Well, lets just say I’d love for him to be innocent.”
“Your sweet on that singer, ain’t ya?” Applejack said.
The other’s (sans Pinkie, who was still staring at the book) turned to look at the farmer.
“It’s as clear as a maggot in a core. Why else would ya come all this way, following ‘im and fretting about what’s going on, if you two were just friends?”
Everfull’s ears drooped in embarrassment. “Suppose there’s no denying it, though I did a good job at for quite some time.”
A wistful smile found its way to the pegasus’ face and he glanced at Rarity. “Obviously charm runs in the family as much as the music. Like I told Twilight, I work at a bar, Stall 5. Shade used to perform there. It didn’t take long for me to develop a crush, which later turned to something more substantial.”
“Why didn’t you just tell him?” Rarity, forgetting her earlier enmity, said. “I’m pretty sure Shady wouldn’t have objected to you courting him.”
“Stupid shyness. I might be the biggest flirt while making drinks, but actually talking about feelings… It’s sort of awkward for a colt to do.”
“Hogwash,” Applejack muttered. “Don’t make one any less of a stallion to show some heart once in a while.”
“In any case, I didn’t work up the guts to talk to Shade until it was too late. Erebus had showed up and whisked him away by then.” Everfull shook his head.
“Ah yes, the manager.” Rarity narrowed her eyes. “He struck me as rather suspicious. I wouldn’t put it past somepony like him to be stealing those- What was it?”
“Sparks,” Twilight supplied.
“Yes. After all, as a unicorn, he might have something to gain from them. What would Shady do with energy like that?”
“This is, of course, assuming that the spark hypothesis is even valid.” Twilight furrowed her brow in contemplation. “The energy could be utilised in almost every way imaginable. Surely, it could pose a potent source of energy-”
“Well, I say we go and rustle up that colt and have him tell us what’s going on,” Applejack said, interrupting what Twilight thought was a perfectly good line of speculation. “It don’t do nopony no good to just sit here yammering about hypothesis and whatnot.”
“You’re suggesting we kidnap Knight Shade?” Twilight tilted her head.
The farmer nodded. “Ya want answers, ya gotta be willing to ask direct questions. If getting the answers calls for us to hogtie him and drag him here, then I’m more than willing to do just that.”
Twilight, Rarity and Everfull exchanged troubled looks.
“I know y’all might not be pleased with that idea. But guarantee you, it’ll be a whole hayheap quicker than what y’all have managed so far. I ain’t about to risk Pinkie bein’ left like that.”
Twilight looked over to where Pinkie was flicking a page of whatever book she had picked up back and forth. The random, insane, bubbly energy was gone, and, despite her better judgement, Twilight wanted that back.
“Lets do it,” she said.
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ScyStorm
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1492
| 1 |
Big Macintosh,Carrot Top,Rainbow Dash,Twilight Sparkle,Romance,Slice of Life,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Sex
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A collection of short fics showing the naughtier side of Equestrian life. (Requests accepted!)
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<p>Ever wonder what sort of things your favorite ponies do when the cameras aren't rolling? This collection of shorts should give you a pretty good idea. Come in and take a gander at the naughtier side of Equestrian life. Friendship is more than just Magic: It also has its Benefits.</p><hr/><p><span style="color:#F00">(vvv Hit the "More" button!)</span> Anyone who is familiar with my other fanfiction work knew that this was coming. ;) This is a series of shorts I'll write from time to time devoted to instant-grat clopfiction. If you're interested, read on! If you're not, I don't care! If you like the steamy stuff I write, feel free to Follow my account and wait for the day when I write clopfiction with a deeper plotline. Please enjoy my non-clop stories, as well! I am very proud of them.</p><p>Featured at <a href="http://www.equestriaafterdark.org/2013/06/story-mlp-friendship-is-benefits-update.html" rel="nofollow">Equestria After Dark</a> on March 6, 2012.</p><hr/><p><span style="font-weight:bold;color:#F00">~ WARNING ~</span></p><p>Obviously, these stories are going to be pretty much nothing but sex, so don't read them if you don't want to see it. Also, I could get it into many different kinds of content, including M/M shipping and any number of minor kinks & fetishes that make people uncomfortable (nothing too extreme though, I promise). Be sure to read the Disclaimers in each individual story to get an idea of what will be present in the story, including which ponies are being paired up. If you don't like what's in the story, don't read it! Simple as that. :)</p><p><span style="font-weight:bold;color:#F00">~ REQUESTS ~</span></p><p>Have a pairing or a group of ponies you'd like to see get it on? Feel free to check out the <a href="/index.php?view=group&group=12" rel="nofollow">Clopfics group</a> here on FiMFiction, or more specifically the <a href="/index.php?view=group&group=12&thread=320" rel="nofollow">forum thread I made</a> in the group, where you can post your requests freely. If you're feeling shy, you can also send me a message via the <a href="/manage_user/messages" rel="nofollow">Private Message</a> feature here on the site. Do check out the forum thread anyway, however, as there is a list of rules to abide by when it comes to your requests.</p><p><b>Do not post requests in the comments in the stories. Such comments will be ignored and likely deleted!</b> Use the request thread or PMs, please. :)</p><hr/><p>That's all! I hope you enjoy the cloppiness~</p>
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OBJECTIVE ANALYSIS
MLP:FiB - Story #1
MLP:FiM Clop Fiction
By: Scy Storm
ssbs.furrynet.com
AUTHOR'S NOTES: Took me a while, didn't it? Everyone familiar with my history of Pokemon smut probably knew I was going to get into clopfiction eventually. Well, here we go! This will be the first in a series of instantgrat clopfictions where I may feature just about any and all ponies, and I'll even take requests~ This first story will focus on Twilight and Dash, since it's my favorite pairing and I promised myself they'd be first. Also: Shoutouts to Severus and Carnifex, who I referenced in the story. See if you can find out where!
INEVITABLE DISCLAIMER: This fic has explicit sex between two female ponies~ I sure hope you're into that sort of stuff, because I'm going to be writing a lot more of it, I bet!
I could smell them everywhere. Wildflowers as far as I could see, all around me, covering the fields of gentle grass. I galloped through them all, laughing like I was a schoolfilly all over again. Flower petals danced through the air as my body tugged them loose. It was beautiful.
The whole time, he was there next to me. We ran together, laughing in pure joy. We came to a stop near a tree on a hill, just a ways away from the flower field. We stared into each others eyes. It felt like hours had passed before he spoke to me.
"I love you, Summer."
I never knew just how big I could smile before that day. I fought back pure tears of joy as I leaned closer to him.
"I love you too, Blaze."
He leaned in close to me as well. I felt my eyelids droop. I felt his lips brush against mine...
*KNOCK KNOCK*
Twilight squealed and fell over, her book and bookmark dropping to the floor nearby. She raised her head up and groaned in annoyance. "Ugh! I don't remember what page I was on!"
She rolled back to her feet, horn flaring up, the two items floating up off the floor and back onto the table she was reading at.
*KNOCK KNOCK*
The unicorn winced, glancing toward the front door. "Come in!"
After a moment, the door opened up, revealing a brown stallion in a blue uniform. "Package for Ms. Sparkle!" he announced in a cheery voice.
Twilight stared at him in slight confusion. "Mr. Haste, this is a library, you don't need to knock."
The stallion blushed a little. "Er... Sorry! Force of habit."
He reached outside of the door briefly, pulling a sealed cardboard box into the library. It was rather simple-looking, and somewhat long lengthwise. Twilight magically plucked the box off the floor and floated it near her head, noticing the vague return address on it, postmarking it from Canterlot. She smiled. "Ah! I've been waiting for this."
"Oh! Good, good! The return address was kind of vague, so I wasn't sure about it."
The mailpony brandished his clipboard then with the package card, Twilight floating a quill over to it and signing her name on the line. "Don't worry, I know exactly what it is. Thank you, Mr. Haste!"
"You're welcome! Have a nice day!" he replied, saluting with one hoof before trotting back out the door and closing it behind him.
Twilight trotted back to her table, setting the package down on it with her magic and looking it over. "Good. Discreet packaging, just like they said. Doesn't seem like the postman suspected anything. Hmm... Should I open it now?"
The unicorn ran a hoof under her chin in thought, eyes drifting back to the book and its bookmark nearby. She groaned softly, recalling the tragedy of losing her page number. "Alright, I'm sure I can find out where I left off..." She magically floated the book in front of her face, eyes scanning the pages as they flipped by, eventually stopping somewhere near the middle. She read a few of the words on the page and nodded. "Hmm, yes yes, I think I was just past this part!"
Just then, the door of the library flew open, slamming loudly on the nearby wall, causing the unicorn to squeal and lose concentration, the book dropping to the floor and closing shut. "Hey Twilight!" shouted a certain cyan pegasus.
Twilight looked down at the book on the floor, and sighed. "Hello, Rainbow Dash..."
Rainbow trotted into the library, using a rear hoof to shut the door as she did. "How's it hangin'? I'm here early!"
Twilight floated the book back up to the table. "Yes, you are. Skipping out on your duties again?"
The pegasus trotted up to her friend's side. "Pssh... Of course not. I got all those duties done in ten seconds flat. Besides, I knew you wouldn't be doing much." She eyed the book that Twilight was setting down, laughing a little. "More romance novels? Come on, Twi!"
The unicorn blushed slightly. "What? I like them sometimes!"
Dash laughed a bit more before giving the unicorn a playful shove on the shoulder. "I'm just messin' with ya, Twi. So what's with that box?"
Twilight glanced over at the box and grinned a little. "Oh. This is that little surprise I was telling you about a few days ago. It actually just arrived a few minutes ago."
Rainbow stared at it and tilted her head. "Couldn't they have put it in a nicer box?"
"No, actually. I ordered it from a... special shop I found in Canterlot. Considering the sort of things they sell there, it'd be a little embarrassing for their customers if all their boxes had the shop name displayed all over them. So, they send them in discreet, boring-looking packaging with a non-suspect return address."
Dash seemed to be barely following the explanation, but nodded anyway and grinned. "That makes sense I guess! So are we gonna test it out or what?" she asked, leaning up against the unicorn's side.
Twilight blushed again and smirked at her friend. "Well, aren't you eager!"
"Uh, duh! You DO know me, right?"
Twilight giggled softly. She knew her very well, by that point. The two friends had been active sexually for some time, after one Daring Do reading session went a little far. Dash was already attracted to pretty much all of her friends, and Twilight's curiosity when it came to the field of intimacy overcame her. She had yet to regret the new level of their friendship, however. "Unfortunately, yes, I do know you," she teased the pegasus.
Dash smirked, and suddenly slipped in front of Twilight, causing the unicorn to take a step back. The pegasus leaned close and locked muzzles with her, eyes closing, head tilting just slightly and forcing the kiss to deepen immediately. Twilight blushed brightly, her eyes quickly fluttering closed as she submitted to the kiss, pressing into it and opening her maw slightly. Dash's tongue immediately took the invite, slipping past the unicorn's lips as a deep rumble resonated through her chest. The pegasus pressed forward firmly enough to slightly lift the unicorn off her forehooves, their chests pressing together, Twilight muffledly moaning softly and wiggling her dangling hooves a little in the air. Dash deftly danced her tongue along the inside of the unicorn's maw for a few moments, before pulling it away and parting their muzzles, keeping her body pressed firmly against her friend as she opened her eyes and smirked. "You can't resist me."
Twilight opened her eyes again, face still red, a soft pant slipping past her lips. She stared directly into the cocky pegasus' rose-colored eyes, and gave her own smirk. "Only because you kiss so well."
Rainbow giggled softly, stepping back a bit to let Twilight back on all fours. She leaned her head forward then, rubbing noses with the unicorn. "Spike here?"
Twilight smiled lovingly, rubbing noses with the pegasus briefly before slipping her snout to the side, nuzzling cheeks together instead. "Nope. At Rarity's for the night."
Dash pressed her face to the unicorn's eagerly, a wide grin stretching across her face. "Excellent..."
The pegasus reached up to stroke her hoof across the unicorn's chest, only for Twilight to step away suddenly. The unicorn trotted over to the front door of the library, locking it and putting up a 'Closed' sign in the nearby window. "Preparations first, of course!"
Dash rolled her eyes. "Do you need to do that every time? You barely get any visitors as it is!"
"Protocol, Dash!"
The unicorn trotted back toward her friend, the box on the nearby table glowing and hovering into the air. She flashed the pegasus a 'come hither' look as she turned toward the stairs. "Shall we?"
Rainbow grinned widely. "You first, so I can stare at you while you go up the stairs."
Twilight giggled, trotting toward the stairs with the pegasus close behind. "You never change."
"Uh, duh!"
The unicorn grinned privately, as Dash made good on her words, eyes locked onto the purple pony's swaying backside as they ascended. She bit her lower lip slightly, resisting the urge to pounce the librarian right there on the stairs. The two trotted silently up to the bedroom floor, Twi pushing open the door with a little burst of magic, the floating box going in first with the two ponies right behind. "I think you'll like what I got. It's definitely new for me," Twilight said.
Dash didn't answer. Twilight instead gasped in surprise as a firm lick was felt on her right leg, sliding its way upward across her cutie mark. She stopped in place and bit her lip, her magic almost faltering, but she managed to float the package over to her bed and drop it there. Dash quickly followed up with another lick across the unicorn's rump, nipping her teeth once at her tailbase. "I like what I got right here," she finally answered.
The pegasus brought her forehooves up then, clasping them onto the purple mare's flanks. Twilight glanced back at her, a gentle pant sounding out of her lips. "D-Dash, we aren't even halfway to my bed yet..."
The cyan pony dipped her nose into her friend's plot, nose breathing in the unicorn's scent as it ever-so-slightly brushed against the lips of her sex. "So?"
Twilight let out a soft whine, trying to will herself to continue walking forward, but finding herself unable. Dash's hot breaths could be felt over her most sensitive of spots, followed soon after by a firm, intentful lick. A stuttering moan sounded out of the unicorn, which was music to her friend's ears. Dash pressed her face against the mare's backside eagerly as her tongue licked again, and again, soaking up the wetness that was quite quickly making itself known. The taste of her friend drove the pegasus wild, her licks picking up slightly in speed within mere moments.
Twilight clopped one of her forehooves on the floor a little, letting out hot pants into the air. Dash's licks were somewhat sloppy at that moment... just firm, hungry lappings of the tongue. That didn't stop the unicorn from becoming quite aroused, however. It had been over a week since the two of them were last intimate together, after all. As she tried to will herself away from the pegasus to get to her bed, she felt the tongue slip its way inside of her folds. She raised her head up and whinnied, reflexively pressing herself back against Dash's face.
Rainbow grinned inwardly, regaining her senses for the most part and sliding her tongue a few inches inside of the unicorn, just deep enough to tease with circular licks. Her ears gleefully soaked in the adorable whines of her friend, the lavender flanks trembling beneath the cyan mare's hooves. She saw fit to continue teasing her for a few moments with slow, circular licks, unwittingly allowing the unicorn time to adjust and regain her own senses.
Twilight turned to look over her shoulder, cheek curling into a smile as her horn flared up with magic. Dash stopped licking and snapped her eyes wide, suddenly groaning and withdrawing her tongue from the lavender pony. "Uhhnn, no fair!!"
The pegasus' legs trembled as the rose-colored magic of her unicorn friend glowed between her legs, a tendril of magic energy sliding back and forth through her sex lips, much like her own tongue was doing to the unicorn moments before. Twilight turned slightly to face her winged friend, giggling. "Never forget what race I am, Rainbow."
Dash's rear legs nearly gave out, the pegasus just managing to stay standing as she flashed Twilight an annoyed look, her arousal dripping onto the floor below her. "Alright, alright! Just, nnf... let off..."
Twilight turned and continued walking toward her bed, her magic shutting off. Dash exhaled a sigh, quickly catching up with the unicorn, a pant of arousal on her breath. Once at her bed, Twilight magically lifted her package up to the air and started undoing the seals. "The shop I found in Canterlot was called The Crop. It was... a rather interesting place," she remarked.
Rainbow watched the package become undone, smirking a little. "I bet it was sure a sight."
The unicorn blushed a little but nodded. "Yes it was. I was far too embarrassed to buy something while I was there and carry it around with me. Luckily, they do deliveries."
The box opened up, and a much more colorful box slid out of it, the boring packaging discarded to the side. Dash stared at the colored box and tilted her head, reading the words along the side. "'The Plot Device?' What the hay is that?"
Twilight grinned widely as she opened up the new box and revealed its contents. "This!"
The colorful box dropped away, revealing a fairly sizable silicon stallion sex toy floating in the air between the two ponies. It was dark gray in color, with the words 'The Plot Device' written along its length. It appeared to be true-to-life, with a crowned head and medial ring included on the mold. Some manner of strap or thong hung from the opposite end of the toy from the head, well-attached to the toy itself for support. Dash traced her eyes over the meaty toy with a redness in her cheeks, speechless for a moment, before finally grinning and releasing a chuckle. "Ohhh, I get it. A big ol' stallion toy, Twi? Didn't think you had it in you."
The unicorn rubbed one of her cheeks a bit in embarrassment. Her magic raised another object out of the colorful box as well: A complementary bottle of lubrication. "Y-Yeah well... It was something new to try out, you know? You and I have experimented with a few other things by now. So I figured this would be the next logical step!"
Dash shrugged. "Yeah, sure, logical. Whatever. All I know is I'm first."
"First? First to what?"
The pegasus reached up with her hooves and tried to tug the toy down, but Twilight's magic was too strong for her to overcome. She grunted a little and tried anyway. "To wear it, duh! I so wanna see what you're like when I fuck you."
Twilight's face lit up in blush, but she nodded. "W-Well... Alright, Dash, if you want to go first then I won't argue."
Her magic shut off, dropping the toy into Dash's grasp and leaving Dash hugging it to her chest. She snickered a little, flashing Twilight a sexy look and licking across the head of the fake dick. Twilight tucked her blushing face slightly against her chest, grinning at the pegasus, her hindlegs quivering a little. She watched as Dash fumbled with the toy a bit, figuring out the correct position, before sliding her hindlegs through the thong and pulling it up over her tail. The stretchy material snapped onto her hips, nice and snug around her flanks. The strap-like thong was wide open in the back, leaving her sensitive areas exposed, which she liked. She stood back to all fours, looking down at the large stallion dick dangling between her legs. "Heheh... Sexy!" she remarked, rocking her hips a little, causing the hanging toy to wave back and forth.
Twilight held a hoof to her lips and giggled loudly, earning a weird look from the pegasus. "S-Sorry... You look a little ridiculous."
Dash glared at her with a grin on her face. "Oh, I'll show you ridiculous! Get that hot rump of yours up there and let's 'experiment,' hm?"
Twilight said nothing in reply, her face glowing as she hopped up onto her bed, Dash quickly following behind. Dash sat down on her rump, the toy standing up in the air between her legs. Twilight magically floated the lubrication bottle over, opening it up and squirting a good amount of its contents onto the large toy. She used one of her forehooves to spread the substance around the surface of the toy evenly, chewing her bottom lip as she did. Dash stared at her quietly with an amused but sexy look the entire time, forcing Twilight to eventually look away from her, quite embarrassed.
Once finished, Twi set the lube bottle on her nightstand, and turned away from the cyan pony. The pegasus sat and waited a moment as Twilight situated herself near her pillows, her chest and forelegs laid upon the bed, her hindlegs standing tall, backside raised up high in mating position. She pressed one of her cheeks firmly into her pillows, embarrassed as ever. She'd never posed like this for her friend before, and it felt odd. "A-Alright Rainbow..."
Dash stared hungrily at the lavender plot raised before her. It took all of her willpower to keep herself from burying her tongue into those moist folds again. She stood up and walked closer to her friend, raising her forelegs up and mounting like a stallion would. She rested her forehooves on either side of Twi's head, the end of the stallion toy grinding right up against the mare's wet sex. "Heheh... Too bad I can't feel this," Rainbow remarked.
Twilight whined against her pillow, her entire body trembling. She could definitely feel it. She instinctively pressed back against the toy a little, her sex lips 'winking' against it. "C-Come on, Dash... and be gentle, will you?"
The pegasus grinned widely, getting her hindlegs situated on the bed, pressing the head of the toy flat against Twi's entrance and applying pressure, increasing it little by little. After enough pushing, the crowned head of the toy spread her friend open and slipped inside. The unicorn's head lifted off the bed as she let out a sharp neigh, her body convulsing a bit. Dash leaned her head downward, nuzzling her snout against her friend's neck, while slowly but surely sliding more of the large appendage into her. It went in quite easily thanks to the lubrication, but even then, the tight inner walls of the lavender pony proved somewhat resistant.
Twilight dropped her head back down, clenching her eyes shut and breathing hard into her pillows, letting out a whine when the medial ring made its way into her body, applying just a bit more pressure to every spot it rubbed against. Deeper and deeper she felt the large toy sink into her body, the stretched muscles burning with both pleasure and a little pain. Finally, she felt Dash's hips against her flanks, signifying her body had managed to take the entirety of the toy length. The unicorn took heavy breaths, shifting her body just slightly under the pegasus. Her muscles squeezed on the length reflexively, sending a surge of ecstasy through her body and causing her to release a stuttering moan. "Oohh...!!"
Dash nuzzled against the side of the unicorn's neck once more, a little worried by her heavy breathing. The moan was a better noise to hear, however. She moved her snout slightly upward and left a kiss on her friend's chin. "You okay, Twi?"
The unicorn nodded a few times against her pillows, opening one eye and looking up at Rainbow. "Mmmnn... Y-Yeah, I'm okay..."
Dash nodded a little, grinning just slightly, very slowly grinding her hips up and down against the lavender pony, talking delight in her immediate reactions. "You took it aaaaall in you. I'm proud!"
Twilight whined hard, clenching her eye closed again, her body squeezing around the length. The wetness of her arousal dripped a bit onto the bed below. "Aaahh! ... G-Get to it, Rainbow."
The pegasus raised her head, grinning almost wickedly, her hips continuing to grind. "Huh? Get to what?"
The unicorn's face was a solid red. She whined again, one of her forehooves scraping at the bedsheets. "Just... fff..."
"Huh? Diiiidn't catch that."
"Just fuck me already!!" Twi finally screamed, pounding her hoof on the pillow a few times.
Dash puffed her chest out briefly in silent victory. "Aw, Twi, all you had to do was ask!"
The rainbow pegasus dropped her head back down against her friend's pelt, as her hips raised up, the lubricated length easily sliding up out of Twilight's body. The unicorn quivered and gasped as the toy slid its way out, up until the medial ring left her. Roughly half the length remained inside of her, before Dash plunged it all right back in, gently. A loud neigh came out of the unicorn as her body took its first thrust of the session, another shudder traveling down her form, her inner walls squeezing hard around the length. Dash only wished she could know what that felt like. Raising her hips up once more, she gently plunged the length back into her friend again, soon repeating the motion over and over, getting a feel for the thrusting rhythm.
Twilight was beside herself. One of her hooves scraped across the bedsheets, her face pressed firmly into her pillows as she panted and whined. Her body gently rocked as Dash's hips connected to hers repeatedly, as gentle as the pegasus could manage, given her lack of sensation. Although the toy fit in her quite snugly, it was still rather sizable, and Twilight could feel every inch of it as it massaged her inner passage. The head and the medial ring could be felt particularly well moving inside. Dash was obviously not very adept at thrusting the toy, but that didn't matter one bit to the unicorn. "M...More..." she mumbled out.
Dash breathed hotly against her friend's neck. Although she couldn't feel anything from the toy, the sight and sounds of Twilight in the throes of sex were turning her on rather nicely. "More?"
The unicorn nodded a little against her pillows, eyes still shut. "I'm r-ready..."
Dash nodded as well, although Twi couldn't see it. Her hips started to thrust the toy at her faster, and with a bit more force. The pegasus shuddered a little as Twilight's moans became louder, Dash raising her head up and gazing down at the pleasured pony as she reacted to the pumps. Twi was practically drooling into her pillow, her body rocking a bit more from the new level of force, constantly squeezing around the slightly malleable length inside of her. Her hindlegs trembled briefly, as if threatening to give way, but she managed to hold herself steady despite the surges of pleasure coursing through her body with every grip she made along the shaft.
The increasingly flustered pegasus leaned her head downward, sliding her nose through the unicorn's mane for a moment, before reaching one of her ears and nipping her teeth onto it. Twi gasped slightly amongst her moans, her ear twitching a little in Dash's hold. The pegasus gently nibbled on the appendage, letting out little murring noises for her friend to hear. Her hips connected to the unicorn's flanks with a just-audible noise, punctuated just slightly by the wet sound of the lubricated toy repeatedly entering the aroused pony. Despite how relatively awkward the situation was for Dash - what with acting as the stallion with a big fake dick - she couldn't recall any other time she was so turned on by a sex act.
Twilight herself was moaning with no hint of shame, her voice partially muffled by the pillow her face was buried into. Dash seemed to know just the right buttons to press with her, what with the rumbly-voiced ear nibbles included. As if she wasn't already doing enough with the thrusts. The unicorn freely gave herself to the moment, slightly spreading her hindhooves and arching her back a little, causing her backside to greedily lift higher and press back into the thrusts it received. The pegasus didn't seem to notice. Twilight tried in vain to rock her body against the thrusts, but Dash's movements were just a little too erratic and inexperienced. She settled back down after a moment, letting the thrusts continue to jerk her body back and forth instead.
Dash let go of the ear, lifting her head up and letting out a barely-audible whine. Her entire body was burning with the heat of arousal. Twilight's reactions were an incredible turn-on, but nothing was actually being done to the pegasus herself. She could feel a line of wetness go down her leg, coming from her exposed area in the back of the thong she wore. It was at that moment Dash grew quite determined... Determined to bring her friend to a screaming, messy end, so that she may go on to get some relief herself. Closing her eyes, the cyan pony suddenly drilled the toy into the unicorn with a fair bit more force. She ground herself against the unicorn's flanks briefly as she re-situated her hindlegs and resumed her previous pace, albeit with a good bit more speed.
Twilight practically screamed at the surprise thrust she received, her body shuddering hard, the sudden force of the thrust nearly bringing her to a climax right then. Instead, the speedster pegasus lapsed into her previous pace, with extra speed added. The unicorn's body wasn't having it. She became desperate for release, her inner muscles flexing constantly in an attempt to find it. "Nngg... H-Harder..." she muttered.
Dash twitched a bit, opening her eyes and looking down at her friend. "Mmf... Huh?"
The unicorn opened one eye, staring up at the winged pony and clenching her teeth, closing the eye again. "Harder! Do it harder!!"
Rainbow moaned and quivered a little. Twilight begging for something like that just might have been the best thing in the world. She closed her eyes again and dipped her head, her thrusts immediately picking up, going at the unicorn with the same force as her surprise thrust from moments before. Her speed decayed slightly, but Twilight didn't seem to mind. In fact, Twilight's moans hit their loudest point, her body practically getting pushed into her very bed itself. She felt her climax approaching with every pound, almost teasingly close. She bit down on her pillow and whined. "HARDER!!"
Dash shuddered hard, groaning in both arousal and fatigue. Her ever-tired hips picked up once more, slamming herself against her friend with all the force she could muster. That was all Twilight needed. After mere moments of intense thrusts, the unicorn hit her peak, screaming into the air of her bedroom and climaxing upon the toy. Her body convulsed, inner muscles of her sex coming down on the appendage with all the strength they had. The juices of her orgasm hit the pegasus' hips, causing a fair bit of mess before otherwise dripping down to the bedsheets below the two. Once Rainbow heard and felt her friend finally lose it, she gave her one more deep thrust, keeping the toy hilted and allowing Twilight to climax over the entire thing. Her face also dipped downward, nuzzling hotly into the convulsing unicorn's mane.
After what felt like minutes, Twilight came off her high, her body going still and loosening considerably. Her body felt a little moist from a layer of sweat within her coat, though it wasn't much compared to how moist her entire backside felt. She panted quite hard against her pillow, her body shifting into recovery mode. However, the sudden feeling of the toy sliding out of her once more stirred her back up, the unicorn releasing a squeaking noise and shuddering.
Rainbow stepped backward and slid the toy all the way out of the well-used unicorn, the crowned head popping out with a nice wet noise, dripping slightly with the unicorn's climax. Dash immediately flopped down on her rump, eager to get off her legs after all that work. She panted just a bit, her body also moist with sweat like her friend's. Being an athlete, she had plenty of stamina, but all that thrusting was quite a workout nonetheless. "How... do stallions do it?" she thought aloud.
Twilight groaned a little, gently flopping her body onto its side, giving her backlegs a rest from all the standing and thrust force they sustained. She opened her eyes, vision blurry for a few seconds. "Mm? W-What, Dash?" she said through her panting.
Dash shook her head a bit. "Nothing..." She tugged the thong down, sliding it off her hindlegs and letting the wet toy flop down on the bed. Ignoring her own needs for the moment, she slipped up next to the decimated unicorn, nuzzling against her side. "You alright?"
Twilight raised her head a bit and smiled, despite herself. Her panting had calmed down a bit. "I feel like my insides are on fire. I, uh, think you overdid it a little."
The pegasus smirked a bit, continuing her nuzzles nonetheless. "Yeah, well, you kept begging for it!"
The unicorn blushed and nodded meekly. "I just... I couldn't help myself. I just wasn't... going off! I needed it bad..." she said, laughing a little in her embarrassment.
"I guess I understand that," Dash stated, before chuckling a little, scooting upward and laying on the unicorn's body, kissing her muzzle once and leaning close. "Did you like it?" she asked, as if she even needed confirmation.
Twilight nodded a few times, pressing noses with the pegasus and murring. "Yes, that felt amazing!"
Dash grinned widely and wiggled atop the unicorn. "Awesome. Now hurry up and recover, ya egghead! I need my turn!"
Twilight stared up at her at first, and then looked away, chewing her lip a little. "That might be a problem..."
"Huh? What's that supposed to mean?"
"Get off me for a second."
Dash stood and backed up slightly, sitting back down on the bed and observing the unicorn. Twilight rolled over and sat up to a seated position, wiggling slightly and testing herself, a wince going across her face. She stood herself to all fours soon after, and winced again, groaning a little. "Ow... It hurts a bit to walk."
Rainbow groaned as well. "Aw, come on, Twi! Do you even know what you did to me? I feel like I'm in heat right now!"
Twilight glanced at the pegasus and smirked a little. "Yeah... I can sort of smell you," she deadpanned.
"Can't you like, ignore it or something?"
The unicorn took a few steps with her hindlegs, biting her lip softly and shaking her head. "I'm not sure I can do much thrusting like this, Dash."
Dash grunted and crossed her forelegs in front of her chest in annoyance, head bowed, her hindlegs squirming a little as her lower body begged her for some kind of attention. "Great. So you're not gonna fuck me, then."
"Oh, I wouldn't say that..."
The pegasus' expression softened. She looked at her friend with confusion, noticing that a rather devious look had entered the unicorn's eyes. Evidently she had come up with an idea. "Er... What's THAT supposed to mean?" Dash asked.
Twilight grinned, her horn flaring up with a modest glow. The large stallion toy lifted into the air, thong attachment dangling below, all surrounded by that signature rose-colored aura of the librarian's magic. "You forgot my race again, Rainbow."
Dash stared at her with maw agape, before grinning wider than Twilight could remember. "You're a genius, Twi!"
"Really now? Dash doesn't care about me using magic for once? You must be REALLY eager," the unicorn teased.
The pegasus nodded several times, moving next to Twilight and flopping onto her back, head landing on one of the pillows, her hindlegs spreading wide. Twilight moved to sit behind her friend, wincing a little as she did. She stared down at the pegasus' spread hindquarters. Dash really wasn't lying about her level of arousal. Twilight idly wondered how much of the wetness on Rainbow's lower body belonged to her and how much belonged to the pegasus. Dash stared at her friend with a look of lust, showing not a hint of embarrassment over her rather exposed laying position. "Come on, Twi! Give it to me! I can take it!"
Twilight giggled softly, her horn continuing to glow as the toy floated in the air near her, still quite wet from both lubrication and her climax. She used her magic then to manipulate the dangling thong attachment, wrapping it around the base of the length, nice and snugly so it wouldn't get in the way. "You can, can you? I don't know, Rainbow, this thing is pretty big. I can confirm that through experience!"
Dash bared her teeth in annoyance, her hindlegs curling slightly. "I can take it, alright?! Now come on, Twi!" She softened her expression, staring at her friend with a pleading gaze. "... Please?"
The unicorn couldn't help but smile at the adorable pleading look she got from the cyan pony. She settled herself down near the pegasus' body, the toy floating over, its crowned head rubbing in little circles on Dash's belly. "Weeeelll... Okay, but only because you said please."
The pegasus quivered hard, leaning her head back into the pillow and closing her eyes, mentally preparing for what was to come. She felt the head of the large toy slide around her belly, drifting lower, rubbing in a few teasing circles around her most intimate of areas. Slowly it zeroed in on its target, until finally it slid against the lips of her sex, pressing flush against her with slight firmness, threatening entry. Dash quivered again, letting out a soft whine into the air of the room, her breathing becoming a little hard as the toy pressed against her harder, and harder... Then it moved away before it could penetrate.
Dash snapped her eyes open in surprise, raising her head and letting out an abrupt squeal as Twilight's muzzle pressed up against her instead, the unicorn's tongue licking over her sex hard and slowly. The pegasus tried to say something in response, but she simply couldn't. It wasn't the toy going into her, but it was the first bit of sexual attention she had received since their fun started. Her head dropped back to the bed again as Twi licked once more, getting a loud, lusty moan from the cyan pony, her hindlegs twitching in the form of little kicks at the air.
The unicorn propped her forehooves onto the pegasus' lower body, spreading her hips a little wider, keeping the wiggling legs further away. She danced her tongue across her friend's moist folds, teasing entry a few times, but never pressing forward. Her licks moved in curved patterns, tongue eventually settling at the top and swirling around a certain special nub of flesh. Dash's reaction was immediate, the pegasus kicking her hindhooves out and squealing into the air once more. Twilight wasn't the best at oral sex, but she was about the only pony who could get Dash to make those sorts of noises with her attempts.
Rainbow gently thrashed her head back and forth on the pillow, her already high arousal burning her quite a bit, but not progressing much farther down the climax scale. Twi's work was great, but she was purposefully avoiding the good stuff, aside from the clit licks. Finally the pegasus regained most of her composure, lifting her head up and jerking her hips against Twi's forehooves. "T-Twilight! Stop!"
Twilight turned her eyes up to her friend's face, tongue finishing up one of its latest clit licks, the unicorn rubbing her nose into the pegasus' nearby belly. "Aw, what's the matter, Dashie?" she teased, using the pegasus' most adorable nickname.
Dash panted hard, opening her eyes and staring daggers at the unicorn, although the lusty glaze over her rose irises easily betrayed her anger. "You're torturing me."
"Torturing? That's such a strong word! I'm just getting you back a little from earlier," Twilight explained, grinning up at her. "Also, you know I love doing that."
Dash dropped her angered look and chuckled. Little egghead Twilight did have her more devious streak show itself occasionally. "Alright, alright. We're even. Now come ooooonnn!" the pegasus whined.
Twilight's magic discreetly reapplied some lubrication to the toy as she nuzzled her friend's belly, eventually giving her a little kiss on her sex and slipping her forehooves off her hips. "Okay, I suppose I've stalled long enough."
The unicorn backed up a bit, the lubrication bottle going back to the nightstand as she magically brought the toy back toward the pegasus' body. Once more, she positioned it at the blue pony's entrance, applying pressure. Dash curled her hindlegs, watching and feeling the toy with an agonized panting on her breath. Twilight hesitated at first, unsure how firmly or how gently she should go about it, before the crowned head of the length spread the pegasus open and popped inside. Dash let out a cry of pure ecstasy, her hindlegs stretching out again. That was a good sign, Twilight thought. She shook off her reservations and resumed pushing.
Slowly but surely the large toy slid into the cyan pony, Rainbow's face sporting a huge grin the entire time as a mere part of her body's burning desire was sated. She practically squeaked when the medial ring entered her, shuddering against the sheets as it pushed its way deeper. Twilight stared with interest at her pleasured friend, idly wondering if she had looked exactly like that when she was penetrated earlier. After another moment of pushing, the toy came to its hilt inside of the pegasus, the wrapped thong on the end resting against her cyan pelt. Twi shut her magic off, giving her horn a little rest as Rainbow practically nuzzled the pillow behind her head, body convulsing a little as her inner walls squeezed around the toy. "Nnfff... Yeah, that's the stuff..." she muttered aloud.
Twilight couldn't help but giggle, eyes trailing over the pegasus' body as it heaved with her hot pants. Her gaze came to rest for a moment on the penetration itself, observing how well the toy spread her friend open. "You look so sexy right now, Dash," the unicorn remarked.
Dash turned her gaze toward her friend, her face somewhat red, though a smirk crossed her muzzle. "Yeah well, you were pretty sexy when your ass was in the air beggin' for it, Twi."
Twilight blushed brightly. Curse Dash for being so good at embarrassing her! A thought immediately came to mind though, causing the purple pony to smile deviously. "Well, Dash, that was then, and this is now..."
The pegasus noticed her friend's devious look, and eyeraised curiously. "Whatta ya mean by that?"
The unicorn grinned, reaching forward with her hoof, sliding it along Dash's belly in a teasing rub. "Now you're gonna have to beg for it."
Dash shuddered noticeably from the rub, and then gasped at Twi's words. "W-What?! Erm... Come on, Twilight, I already begged for it!"
"No you didn't! You ASKED for it, and even whined for it. Now I want you to beg for it like I did."
Dash stared at the unicorn angrily, only for her gaze to be met with a very sexy stare from the librarian, despite the evil grin. Dash's gaze softened, and she whined instead, the rubbing hoof on her sensitive stomach getting to her. Her face reddened again as she pressed her cheek to the pillow. "D-Don't make me say it, Twilight..." she uttered, meekly.
"Sorry, Dash. You gotta learn to stop letting your mouth get you in trouble."
Twilight's magic flared up again, taking control of the end of the toy and sliding it upward. Rainbow gasped loudly, her legs curling and body shuddering as the toy slowly slid itself up and out, her muscles gripping at it desperately, trying to keep it inside. Twilight pulled the appendage out until only the crowned head remained inside her friend. She then stared at the end of the toy, concentrating deeply for a moment, the magic around the wrapped thong intensifying. The energy went from a translucent rose color to nearly opaque. Her horn shut off then, though the magic on the end of the toy remained. The satisfied unicorn glanced back at her panting friend, her grin returning. Dash herself stared at the top of the toy. "W-What did you do?"
"Just something to help out in the sex process. Assuming I get to it."
Dash tucked her chin down, face reddening ever-darker. "C-Come on, Twilight..."
"You have to say it Dashie, or I'm taking it all the way out," the unicorn practically sang, her hoof going back to rubbing the pegasus' belly.
Rainbow thrashed her head back against the pillows a little, blushing intensely. She didn't want to say it, but her body was screaming at her for more pleasure, now even more desperate for it after having the whole appendage in her once. Dash clenched her eyes shut. "Nnff... P-Please..." she muttered just above a whisper.
Twilight leaned her head down, nuzzling her cheek against one of her friend's raised legs, causing it to recoil slightly from the surprise touch. "What was that, Dashie?"
Dash chewed her lower lip briefly, inhaling a breath sharply before finally yelling out her answer. "P-Please fuck me, Twilight! Please!!"
Twilight smiled brightly. She loved the occasional time she could bring her poor pegasus friend down a peg. She didn't know why she loved it, since it seemed kind of mean, but Dash never got on her too hard about it. Probably because Dash did that kind of stuff to her all the time. The unicorn rumbled sexily, her horn glowing again for a brief moment, the holding spell on the toy reacting in kind and abruptly shoving the dick back into the eager pony. Dash practically screamed as the toy finally rehilted inside of her, nice and firmly, her body reacting with a hard muscle grip and a convulsion along her spine.
The unicorn waited a moment for Dash's body to calm down, before using her horn again, altering the holding spell once more. The toy slid itself back up out of the pegasus, going about halfway out before thrusting right back to the hilt with a decent amount of force. Immediately, it slid back out and thrusted again, the holding spell working on auto-pilot and pumping the appendage in and out of the squealing mare.
Dash let out whinnies of pleasure into the air as her body finally got what it had been screaming at her for. Her hindlegs squirmed in the air, her forelegs folded up near her heaving chest. Twilight was definitely right. The toy felt amazing, and was easily the biggest toy Dash had taken inside her. She still wished that it was Twi herself that was fucking her with it, as opposed to her magic, but beggars can't be choosers. The pegasus leaned her head back into the pillow with a wide grin, though a new feeling on her body caused her head to raise up again, eyes snapping open.
Twilight had moved to lay her head across Rainbow's body, her tongue sliding across her soft belly in a firm lick. She locked gazes with the pegasus, her violet eyes filled with lust. She had gotten tired of simply watching her friend get pounded, and decided to have a little more fun. Dash bit her lip, leaning her head back and moaning lewdly. Certain spots on her body were sensitive, as Twilight had figured out in their previous sexcapades. Her belly was one of them. Twilight peppered the area with little kisses as she soaked in the pegasus' reactions, from both the kisses and the thrusting toy. As she slowly sent a lick up to Dash's lower chest, she heard a muttering. "Nnn, harder, Twi..."
The unicorn's ears perked up, turning her gaze backed over to the flopped head of her friend. "Harder?"
Dash opened one eye, staring at the unicorn with a needy look and nodding. Twilight briefly pondered making her beg again, but didn't have the heart to do it. She turned her head toward the toy, her magic flaring up again and altering the holding spell. The sextoy stopped for a brief moment, before resuming its thrusts, driving into the pegasus with more force, rocking her back and forth atop of Twi's bed. Dash released a loud neigh in response, throwing her head back at the pillow. "Yeeaaah, that's it!!"
Twilight quivered a little, watching the pegasus squirm in desire for a moment before diving back against her body, sliding her nose through the lovely cyan pelt, stopping once she reached Rainbow's exposed neck. Dash snapped her eyes open and let out a stuttering gasp, knowing what was coming next. Twilight slid her muzzle toward a certain sensitive spot on her friend's neck, running her tongue against it in a firm, teasing lick, feeling the cyan pony quiver just slightly in response. Then, she pressed her nose against it, rubbing firmly and nibbling a little with her teeth.
Rainbow clenched her eyes shut and let out a very un-Dash like whine. Her neck was her biggest weakness, one that she had only revealed to her librarian friend, and only after it was discovered accidentally. The combination of her weak spot getting attacked and the large toy slamming her body was proving to be the best thing she had ever felt. "Oohh Twilight!!" she called out in ecstasy.
Twilight grinned widely against her friend's pelt, stopping her nibbling and going back to licking at her friend's neck. As she did, she slid one of her hooves down her own body, reaching between her legs and rubbing it against her sex lips. A minor jolt of pain went through her body, causing her to wince. She was still far too tender from the intense fucking Dash gave her. It wouldn't be possible to play with herself a bit as she pleasured Dash. But that was alright, as Dash deserved her full attention anyway.
She moved her hoof away again, laying it across Dash and making her next move. She shut her eyes and closed her muzzle down on Dash's weak spot, firmly suckling against it, her tongue darting out and flicking at the neck as she did so. Dash practically screamed. Twilight was going to give her a 'hickey,' as the pegasus called it. Rainbow had taught her how to do it soon after her weak spot was discovered, and Twi was all too eager to make her friend squeal in any way she could.
Dash closed her forelegs around the lavender mare, squeezing her close as her neck was attacked. Her hindlegs randomly kicked at the air as her body rocked from the relentless thrusts of the toy, the liquids of her arousal running out from around her sex and staining the bedsheets below. As her inner muscles squeezed desperately around the appendage, she knew she was getting close. She just needed one more push. "Twilight, faster! Make it faster!" she screamed.
Twilight opened her eyes again, giving a slight nod, but not releasing her muzzle from the neck at all. Her horn glowed for a moment, and without even pausing like previously, the toy kicked up its speed, flying in and out of the pegasus while maintaining the same force. Dash screamed something incoherent, her forelegs squeezing around her friend harder. Twilight shut her eyes again, rumbling against the blue pony and suckling on her weak spot even harder, her teeth just slightly biting down as she did so. She could tell Dash was reaching her peak, and she wanted to make it as good as possible.
Rainbow's mind was a scrambled mess as she was assaulted by the toy and the hickey. Her body heaved with her breaths and moans, rocking against the bed with the drilling motions of the toy, desperately clinging to the lavender pony laid halfway on top of her. The sensations became too much for her after mere moments. With one last scream, the pegasus convulsed hard, her body setting off in an intense climax, the thrusting of the toy sending her feminine juices out onto the sheets as she did.
The unicorn opened her eyes again, quickly manipulating her holding spell to stop the thrusting, shoving the toy deep into Rainbow and letting her climax over it, just like she had done to Twilight earlier. Dash herself released loud moans of pleasure with every intense squeeze her body made over the embedded toy, her throat rumbling under the hold Twi's maw still had on it. She had waited all day for release, and the intensity of the climax showed that quite well. Twi finally released its hickey so she could breathe a little, the unicorn panting against her friend's pelt as Rainbow's climax drifted to a close after several blissful moments.
Dash's body went limp, her hindlegs hanging lazily in the air, forelegs releasing their tight hold on the lavender pony and flopping to her sides instead. "Oohh... Damn..." the pegasus muttered amidst heavy breaths.
Twilight smiled, nuzzling gingerly against Dash's heaving chest, letting her friend get through her initial recovery process. "Told you it was amazing," she noted.
Dash simply muttered something incoherent in response. Twilight raised her head up and looked at the pegasus. Her eyes were still closed, and a huge, goofy grin of bliss was stretched across her face as she breathed. Twilight giggled softly, eyes glancing over the wasted pegasus' body then, noting the mess her climax made. She blushed a little, unable to recall the last time Dash had a release that intense. Then again, her own release earlier was rather heavy as well. The Plot Device had definitely worked its wonders on the horny mares.
The unicorn glanced at the toy then, still shoved deep into the pegasus. With a grin, her horn glowed, taking control of her spell once more and sliding the toy upward. Dash practically squeaked, waking up out of her stupor and raising her head, her body shuddering. Twilight giggled again, letting the toy slowly slide its way out of the pegasus, until the crowned head popped out with a rather wet noise. Her holding spell turned off then, the toy flopping onto the bed. Dash released a loud sigh, going limp again, both her neck and inner body burning with sensual pain. "That was amazing, Twi."
Twilight gently flopped herself on top of the pegasus, locking muzzles and kissing her sweetly for a few seconds, rubbing noses together after. "Sure was."
Dash grinned, slipping her forelegs around the lavender pony again and kissing her in return, tilting her head slightly. Twilight's chest rumbled against her friend as their tongues gently rubbed together for a few moments, before the embrace ended, their cheeks nuzzling together. They cuddled together quietly for a time, before Rainbow spoke up again. "So I guess our latest experiment was a success, hm?"
Twilight nodded in the nuzzle. "I most certainly would say so."
"Can we perform this experiment again some time? You know, for science."
The unicorn giggled a little, nuzzling a little harder. "Sounds good to me. All good experiments require lots of testing, after all."
Dash snickered and nipped up at Twilight's ear teasingly. "Awesome."
Twilight giggled again, flopping down on her side afterward, allowing Dash to roll onto her own side, the two continuing to cuddle close in pleasant afterglow. "For now, though, I think my body still needs to recover. I'll clean the sheets later."
Rainbow nodded a little, nuzzling her friend quietly, as other thoughts went through her mind. After a moment of silence, she pulled her head back and looked at the lavender pony. "I got one question to ask you though, Twi."
Twilight tilted her head in confusion and stared at her friend. "Huh? What's that, Rainbow?"
A wide, naughty grin spread over the pegasus' face. "When are we gonna get our friends in on these experiments?"
The unicorn blinked a few times, her cheeks going red. Eventually, she smiled and nuzzled back up to the blue pony. "One day. Maybe. We'll see."
"Just bring it up some time, Twilight. Can't be that hard."
"Oh? Then YOU do it."
Dash snickered a little, scooting up closer to her friend and shutting her eyes. "Alright, fine. I'll do it later, though. Right now, it's nap time."
Twilight giggled softly, cuddling up against her sleepy friend and closing her own eyelids. "As always."
THE END
MLP:FiM and all Characters/Locations Copyright © Hasbro & Lauren Faust
Characters/Locations used without permission
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<p>Ever wonder what sort of things your favorite ponies do when the cameras aren't rolling? This collection of shorts should give you a pretty good idea. Come in and take a gander at the naughtier side of Equestrian life. Friendship is more than just Magic: It also has its Benefits.</p><hr/><p><span style="color:#F00">(vvv Hit the "More" button!)</span> Anyone who is familiar with my other fanfiction work knew that this was coming. ;) This is a series of shorts I'll write from time to time devoted to instant-grat clopfiction. If you're interested, read on! If you're not, I don't care! If you like the steamy stuff I write, feel free to Follow my account and wait for the day when I write clopfiction with a deeper plotline. Please enjoy my non-clop stories, as well! I am very proud of them.</p><p>Featured at <a href="http://www.equestriaafterdark.org/2013/06/story-mlp-friendship-is-benefits-update.html" rel="nofollow">Equestria After Dark</a> on March 6, 2012.</p><hr/><p><span style="font-weight:bold;color:#F00">~ WARNING ~</span></p><p>Obviously, these stories are going to be pretty much nothing but sex, so don't read them if you don't want to see it. Also, I could get it into many different kinds of content, including M/M shipping and any number of minor kinks & fetishes that make people uncomfortable (nothing too extreme though, I promise). Be sure to read the Disclaimers in each individual story to get an idea of what will be present in the story, including which ponies are being paired up. If you don't like what's in the story, don't read it! Simple as that. :)</p><p><span style="font-weight:bold;color:#F00">~ REQUESTS ~</span></p><p>Have a pairing or a group of ponies you'd like to see get it on? Feel free to check out the <a href="/index.php?view=group&group=12" rel="nofollow">Clopfics group</a> here on FiMFiction, or more specifically the <a href="/index.php?view=group&group=12&thread=320" rel="nofollow">forum thread I made</a> in the group, where you can post your requests freely. If you're feeling shy, you can also send me a message via the <a href="/manage_user/messages" rel="nofollow">Private Message</a> feature here on the site. Do check out the forum thread anyway, however, as there is a list of rules to abide by when it comes to your requests.</p><p><b>Do not post requests in the comments in the stories. Such comments will be ignored and likely deleted!</b> Use the request thread or PMs, please. :)</p><hr/><p>That's all! I hope you enjoy the cloppiness~</p>
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THE FARM NEXT DOOR
MLP:FiB - Story #2
MLP:FiM Clop Fiction
By: Scy Storm
ssbs.furrynet.com
AUTHOR'S NOTES: Well the first one went so well, why don't I make more of them, ay? The first one-shot in the FiB series was F/F, so now let's take a sharp turn and do an M/F story. Big Mac and Carrot Top was a pairing I thought up on a whim, and is not a pairing I've ever seen happen before, which you figure is kind of surprising in this fandom. (Note: I'm sure it's happened somewhere, but I'm lazy) I thought the idea was cute, so I resolved to write it second in the series. Next up: M/M! (oh noes)
INEVITABLE DISCLAIMER: This fic has explicit sex between a male pony and a female pony. Heterosexual sex? In MY pony fandom? It's more likely than you think.
The steps of heavy hooves across the rocky ground. The steady creaking of wagon wheels in need of a little grease. The aroma of freshly bucked apples hanging ever-so-gently in the air. All things considered, it was a normal day for Sweet Apple Acres. Big Macintosh trotted down the path from the apple trees toward the apple cellar, his yoke hooked to a wagon carrying several bushels of the delicious fruit. Near the open cellar entrance sat his sister Applejack, gulping down some water from a jug between her forehooves. She lowered it with a satisfied sigh and a smack of her lips, just as the red stallion stepped nearby. "Last bushels of the day, Mac?" she asked.
Macintosh bent his knees and unhooked his yoke from the cart, stepping away from it. "Eeyup."
AJ nodded, the two making their way to the back of the cart, Macintosh unlatching the back of it with his nose, the doorway falling down to make a convenient ramp. One by one, the earthponies slipped a bushel of apples onto their strong backs and brought them down into the apple cellar to join the rest of the week's collection. Eventually, Applejack stopped to drink some more water, as Macintosh stepped out of the cellar entrance and knocked the door closed with soft kick of his hindleg. AJ lowered the jug after a moment and grinned at him. "All in a day's work!"
"Eeyup."
"Oh Mac, you could sound a mite bit more excited than that," she teased.
The red stallion simply smirked and shrugged his shoulders, before bending forward slightly to push his yoke off his neck. As he did, there came a cheery voice from nearby. "Hello, Apple family~"
AJ glanced to her side, as a yellow, orange-haired pony came trotting toward the siblings, full saddlebags waving slightly at her sides. The apple siblings smiled in response. "Afternoon, Ms. Top," Applejack responded.
Carrot Top smiled happily, her tail gently swishing to and fro. "A lovely afternoon it is! You two doing your apple bucking for the day?"
Applejack stood back up and stretched a little. "Just finished up, actually!"
"Oh! Then I guess I have excellent timing."
AJ took note of the saddlebags at the mare's sides. "Why? You bring somethin'?"
Carrot took a glance at her bags before shaking her head. "These? No, I was just doing some shopping in town. I came to see how you're doing on carrots. I have a fresh batch I harvested the other day, with your names on it, if you're running low!"
Applejack grinned. "My, you're really growin' them things like crazy, ain't ya?"
Carrot blushed a little and giggled softly. "Of course. With the land you rented out to me, I have so much space to grow. Business is really thriving!"
"Well I'm glad to hear it. I think we could use another batch or two for the stores, ay brother?" AJ asked, with a little hoof nudge against the quiet stallion.
Macintosh nodded his head once. "Eeyup."
AJ rolled her eyes as Carrot Top giggled once again. "Glad to hear it. I'll be at my home. Just have that pack mule brother of yours come by whenever he'd like," she teased.
That got a hearty laugh out of the applemare. "Will do! Thanks for visitin', Ms. Top."
Carrot nodded silently, turning to leave. Before taking a step, however, she turned her head and flashed a quick glance at the red stallion sitting nearby, a knowing smile crossing her muzzle. Macintosh returned her smile with a little glint in his eyes, just before the yellow pony turned back and happily trotted back down the main road, Mac's eyes following her as she did. Applejack missed the whole silent exchange, having pushed a few tools into the barn nearby. Big Mac stood to his feet as she shut the door.
"So, you gonna do that now, Macintosh?"
"Eeyup. Might run a few errands in town first."
AJ smirked. "No ya ain't. Not until you've gotten yourself cleaned up, you stinkin' stallion, you."
She prodded his side a bit, as he returned the smirk. "Well, if ya insist."
"Darn right I do. Now hurry on up and get it done, I'm goin' in after you."
The stallion mockingly rolled his eyes at her and walked toward the house, AJ following after him, suppressing the urge to give him a good kick for the eyeroll.
Big Macintosh slipped out the front door of his home some time later, fresh and clean after a run through the shower. He made sure to confirm his sister was locked up in the bathroom in her own shower before leaving, to keep her prying eyes off his choice of direction. He trotted is way down to the main road and turned in the direction of Carrot Top's farm, opposite of Ponyville, where he was supposed to be doing his "errands in town." Thankfully, AJ was trusting enough not to inquire of his whereabouts in Ponyville. Not that it mattered too much, but, might as well avoid the possible drama.
Sweet Apple Acres disappeared behind the veil of apple trees as Macintosh made his way down the modest road. After a few minutes of walking, he reached his destination: Golden Harvest. A few acres of land, with Carrot Top's home, storage barn, and carrot fields. She started renting the land from the Apple family a few months back, which was a new thing for them, but it was a large patch of land they weren't doing anything with. It worked out great, and it helped Carrot get plenty of business thanks to supply and demand. It also came with other perks, and not just the top-of-the-line batches of carrots she gave to the family...
Big Mac's eyes drifted to the storage barn. Its door was open, just like it always was when she knew he was coming. His tail flicked side to side as he approached, peeking his head inside. There she was, sitting on the barn floor, stripping the grittiness off of some recently plucked carrots and placing them in a water bath. The red stallion smiled eagerly as he slipped into the barn, a soft kick of his hind shutting the door behind him. Carrot responded to the noise with a little swish of her tail, stripping another carrot clean in one smooth motion of her hoof, not looking his way just yet. "Afternoon, stranger."
Macintosh leisurely walked toward her, heavy steps sounding out quietly in the air of the sunlit barn. "Stranger, ay? Thought you'd be used to me by now."
The stallion slipped up just behind her, as the yellow mare peered over her shoulder, the side of her muzzle curled into a sexy little smile. "Ah, Mr. Macintosh. I've been expecting you," she said, as she reached to the side and dropped the carrot into the water bath.
Big Mac smirked. He was never sure why she put on these little acting jobs when she got needy. They never lasted long anyway. He leaned his head forward, sliding his nose against the back of her head, up through her curly mane. "I bet ya have."
A gentle quiver went through the mare's body at the touch of his snout, leaning her head back against his chest once his head moved upward. She turned to press her cheek against his nape, inhaling the scent of his coat. "Showered, hm? You're just going to get dirty again, you know."
One of the stallion's forehooves moved forward, firmly rubbing in a circle around the carrot mark on the female's flank. "Maybe I like bein' clean."
Carrot Top nipped her bottom lip a bit, her backside lifting off the floor reflexively at the touch. "Mmnn... Or maybe you just listen too much to that sister of yours."
Mac's hoof moved its way to the front of her body, caressing through her silky coat, across her belly and up to her chest. He repeated the firm motion back-and-forth, feeling her practically squirm against him. "She don't like dirty stallions as much as you do, ya naughty mare."
A soft, stuttering moan sounded from the yellow pony as her front side was caressed. Such a simple motion, and yet it was enough to fuel her flames even hotter. She leaned against him for a few moments, soaking in the feeling of his hoof, before abruptly pushing it away and turning to face him. Dual pairs of green eyes met as her hooves rose up and slid across his stunningly strong chest. "And what would darling Applejack think of her big brother's actions away from the orchard?"
Macintosh grinned a little as he stared into her eyes, puffing out his chest a bit. She loved asking that, feeding off the 'taboo' situation. "I don't much care."
Carrot pressed her hooves against him a little harder, letting out a gentle little groan from the feeling of his muscles. "Mmm, you're such a rebel, aren't you? Naughty boy..."
With a little rumble of his chest, the strong stallion suddenly pushed forward, gently pressing the gasping yellow pone against a big crate of carrots. "Eeyup..." he voiced out, before locking muzzles with her.
The yellow mare moaned a muffled cry as she returned his kiss passionately, her forelegs closing around his strong neck, hooves sliding through his pelt. She was needy alright, and he knew all the buttons to press. His chest rumbled against the mare's form, his forehooves making themselves known again, sliding across the her cutie marks and feeling her legs respond with little kicks and twitches. She moaned again, her snout pressing against his insistently, hooves sliding back and forth through his mane. Mac's hooves rubbed almost teasingly against her flanks for a moment, before moving inward, rubbing the inside of her hips and causing her legs to open a bit wider.
Just as he made his way to rubbing her belly area, the yellow mare pulled out of the kiss, a hot pant coming over her. "Oohh... Stop right there, cowboy," she gasped out.
Macintosh leaned his head back a bit, smirking at her. He saw that coming. Carrot moved her hooves off the back of his neck and prodded at his chest instead.
"Come on. You know what I want first..."
"Eeyup."
The red stallion scooted away from her, leaning back slightly against one of her nearby water troughs, opening his hind legs. His hefty stallionhood was already showing itself, extended from its sheath and drooping in partial arousal. Carrot grinned, her rump bobbing as she strolled the few strides toward him, eyes staring up at his with a hungry gaze. Her eyes diverted downward once she reached him, dipping her head down and brushing her nose against his girth, releasing a soft giggle as it hardened up even more in response. Her tongue soon followed, pressing firmly to the base and sliding slowly all the way to the tip, the length hardening up quite quickly.. "Ooh... You're definitely excitable today..." she said in a sultry tone.
Mac released a sharp exhale, leaning his head forward and gazing down at the carrotpony as his stallionhood throbbed gently. "Your fault for makin' me wait so long."
Carrot locked gazes with him again, a smirk on her face as her snout touched to the head of his arousal. "Aw, come on. You should be tripping over mares..." She circled the head with her tongue, murring. "You're telling me you got no one else to stick this into?"
The stallion breathed sharply again, his chest rumbling in delight as he grinned down at her. "I don't need nobody else."
"You flatter me..."
The yellow mare slid her tongue around the head of his length repeatedly, one of her hooves coming up and pressing against the hot flesh, rubbing up and down near the base. A deep groan sounded from the stallion, his arousal throbbing in her touch, her tongue picking up the resulting leakage. Carrot giggled softly, settling down onto her hinds and using both of her forehooves to stroke along both sides. She stopped her lick and kissed the head once, a dot of his fluids sticking to her nose as a result.
"Only me, huh? Why is that?" she asked.
Mac perked his head a bit, panting steadily as his arousal raged. He stared into her eyes as she almost casually stroked his dick between her hooves, regarding him with a cute little headtilt.
"Is it because I'm yellow?"
She stopped her stroking for but a moment and squeezed his length between her hooves, resuming her stroking right after. Mac groaned again, his body shuddering a little, his stallionhood growing ever slickened by his secretions. Damn he had it bad. Or good, some may say.
"Do you... Do you secretly like carrots more than apples?"
She squeezed his length again, Mac's chest heaving amidst another shiver of ecstasy, groaning through clenched teeth. The teasing mare giggled loudly, drifting her head back toward the head of his length, her hooves sliding down to the base and stopping their stroking.
"Or maybe... It's because I do this..."
On that, she opened her mouth and took in the head of his length, smoothly and surely sliding her muzzle and throat down inch by inch. Macintosh threw his head back and groaned his loudest yet as she -finally- took him down, using every ounce of his willpower not to buck his hips upward. Her throat vibrated around him as she murred, her snout getting as far as to where her hooves rested near the base. He was rather sizable... Even with her skill, she couldn't quite get all the way down.
Carrot held there for a moment before smoothly sliding her face back up so just the head rested in her mouth. She firmly slid her tongue all around the head a few times, before her muzzle dipped back down again. A bobbing motion soon followed, the yellow mare skillfully pumping up and down his raging stallionhood, her hooves once again performing a stroking motion on the few inches she wasn't swallowing down.
Mac was beside himself. It really had been too long, and yes, there really was no other mare that could do this to him. He freely voiced his pleasure into the air of her barn, his hindlegs twitching freely in their spread position, doing any twitch he could to prevent himself from fucking her face outright. In his lustful haze he knew he wouldn't have to hold back for too long. She was no longer teasing him, after all. She was going for the prize.
The mare murred again, one of her stroking hooves stopping its movement and instead slipping downward, going beneath those heavy stallion orbs hanging out below and hefting them a little. Ooh yes, they had some extra weight to them this time. It only made her more eager for what was to come. She doubled up her efforts, blowing the big red stud harder, her wayward hoof moving back up to stroke again as her bobbing became faster.
Macintosh bit his lower lip a bit, his chest heaving with his breaths as Carrot went right for the goods, the male's body more than willing to provide. The undersexed stallion withstood the faster treatment for only a few moments before a big groan of his deep voice practically rattled the walls of the barn. His climax hit, and it hit hard. Carrot abruptly stopped, the head of his length resting at the back of her mouth, shooting its thick, hot load straight down her throat. She murred hard, stroking over all of his exposed length firmly with her hooves, otherwise focusing her attention on swallowing.
The torrent eventually became too much, though. The mare's maw filled up with the stallion's gift, the overflow running out from between her lips and down where her hooves stroked. Finally she lifted her head off his length to swallow and take a breath, her snout pressed to the flared end as the last few orgasmic shots hit her face, streaking over the poofy orange mane that sat atop her head. She panted hotly against the twitching flesh, gradually slowing her stroking hooves to a stop.
"Dang..." she uttered.
The stallion's body loosened up, aside from his chest heaving with his own breaths. Now that was something that was a long time coming. He released a satisfied sigh, finally turning his head back down to look at the yellow pony, a smirk making its way across his face as he saw the mess on her face, coupled with the mess left on his still-throbbing dick. "Told ya you made me wait too long."
Carrot giggled and stared into his glazed eyes lustily. Yeah, she made a mess, on purpose of course. She could have swallowed it all down easily, but where's the fun in that? "All that time and I got that much? I should make you wait longer next time."
"Now that's just evil talk, girly."
The girl laughed again, turning her eyes to his dick briefly. As usual, still throbbing hard, despite what it just went through. Such a virile stallion he was. She looked back at his eyes, backing away from him slightly and standing up straight. "Yeah, I guess it is. But it's a fun thought. I think you'll need to change my mind."
Macintosh eyed her, lust returning to his gaze as his breathing stabilized. "Oh yeah?" he asked, playing along.
Carrot grinned and turned herself around, looking over her shoulder at him before finally breaking her gaze and sauntering forward. He could see how aroused she was, her marehood glistening between her legs and even dripping onto the barn floor as she walked a short distance. She draped her body over the nearby crate of carrots, settling her chest onto it and dangling her forehooves over the edge. Her hindlegs spread themselves wide, her backside in full view as she turned to look over her shoulder at him again. "Show me what you got, country boy. Or... has it been too long that you forgot how?"
The stallion watched her with hungry eyes as she got herself set up, finally hopping to his feet once she finished, his hefty length bobbing below him, glistening with the sticky mess she left all over it. Just for this very reason, of course. He walked slowly toward her, heavy hooves thudding against the wooden floor, his eyes catching her nibble her lower lip in anticipation. Unexpectedly, he stopped short of mounting her, instead sliding his nose up against her rump. His chest rumbled, hot breaths from his nostrils watching over her most sensitive of areas, causing a cute little gasp to sound out of her.
"H-Hey now, stud. Don't keep me waiting."
Macintosh breathed in the rich scent of her arousal, his own bumping his belly with a good, hard throb. He smirked, giving her a hot little nip right under her tailbase. "Ya sure I can fit it all in?"
Carrot let out a little squeak noise at his nip, biting her lower lip again, her hindhooves clopping against the floor as she reflexively widened her stance just slightly. "Stop your teasing. Only I'm allowed to do that."
A hearty chuckle sounded from the large male, as he answered by rearing up and dropping his forehooves down onto the carrot crate, each settling down on either side of her body. His lower body scooted forward, leading his slick, twitching length to glide up against her rump, pressing into the silky fur of her tail above. Oh, he was gonna tease her, alright. He slowly rubbed his arousal into her pelt, feeling her react by rather insistently pushing herself back against it.
"Maaaac!"
The red stallion leaned his head downward, nipping at one of her ears, which twitched in response. He angled his hips upward slightly, letting him slide the head of his length down the cleft of her rump. "What, darlin'?"
Carrot tried to press herself back against him more, but she was already as far back as she could get in her position. She stifled a whine. "I said no teasing!"
Macintosh's chest rumbled, nipping at her twitching ear again as he slid his slick arousal right down against her dripping entrance, still refusing to enter, instead just rubbing up and down. "Teasin'? I'm just enjoyin' ya."
The yellow mare practically growled, her hindhooves adjusting and striking the floor insistently. "Mac!"
The male smirked, and without warning shoved his hips forward, burying his entire stallionhood into her body in one fell swoop. The carrotpony threw her head back and whinnied, eyes wide in shock, her inner muscles reflexively gripping down hard. Mac snorted hard, before lifting his head up and grinning down at her. "Ooh, that was interestin'."
Carrot returned to her senses, her cheeks glowing brightly in embarrassment as she realized what just happened. Her head dipped back down quickly to try and hide it. Mac just chuckled deeply, his chest rumbling as he slipped his head downward to run his snout against her neck.
"Make that noise again."
"N-No!!"
"But I liked it. It was new."
"Macintosh!!"
He laughed again, lifting his head back up. His hips jerked back quickly, pulling about an inch of his length out of her and jabbing it back in firmly, the carrotpony squeaking in response. "You're no fun."
Carrot moaned, doing her best to press herself back at him as her eyelids drooped. "Oohh... I'm not, huh?"
Mac huffed into the air, repeating that same quick powerful jab once more. "Nnope."
The mare didn't bother responding in words, her eyes rolling back slightly as she moaned again, louder. Her mind had drifted away from her temporary embarrassment and instead focused on the fact that she was currently full of a certain stallion, who was helping scratch a nice, deep itch she needed scratching. She gently worked her hips up and down, causing him to move around inside of her.
Macintosh softly chuckled at the lack of an answer, and decided to get down to business. He buried his snout into her pretty orange mane, his nostrils huffing hot breaths into it. His hips rose upward, sliding inch by inch of his stallionhood out of her body until only the head remained inside. With only minimal pause, he shoved it all right back into her, rocking her yellow body against the carrot crate. He immediately repeated the motion, slapping his hips to her raised rump as he hilted himself again and again.
Carrot's head raised up as she screamed into the air, at long last getting another pounding from her big, red stud. Her forehooves clopped against the crate she lay on, the yellow mare doing her best to work her body back and forth against his thrusts, loving the force applied by his strong hips. "Aahh.. Ahh! That's it, stud!" she yelled out.
Mac slipped his head up out of her mane, resting his snout near her ear, his deep grunts resonating right into it for her to hear. Lewd, wet noises sounded out into the air of the barn from their coupling, mostly covered up by the moans from the rutted mare. The stallion worked like a machine, smoothly and methodically lancing his pride in and out of her, the creaks of the carrot crate soon joining the variable symphony of lust in the barn air.
The carrotpony released her moans and whines through clenched teeth for a moment, turning her head to the side a bit to look at the concentrating stallion. She purposefully squeezed her inner muscles around him hard for a few seconds, getting a stuttered moan to come from the big lug. With a grin, she dipped her head back down and stopped her body movements, closing her eyes and bracing herself.
"Come on, apple. You... ooh... know how I like it!"
Big Mac raised his head and snorted hard, his thrusts stopping temporarily with a hilting, the stallion grinning as he adjusted the stance of his four hooves. "Nnn... Eeyup..."
With that, he pulled his length up out of her and slammed it back in with far more force than before, rocking the yellow mare below him considerably. Then he repeated. Then again. Again. The pleasured screams of the carrotpony filled the barn air, drowning out the creaking of the crate below them, and the healthy slaps of the stallion's balls on her rump. "AAHH YES, YES!!" she screamed.
The mare's inner muscles flexed like crazy around the pistoning intruder, every deep, body-rocking thrust spiking her pleasure. She spared no expense in her screams of lust, given there was no pony around to hear her but him... and she knew he loved it.
Macintosh easily thrust his way through her constant grips, his head leaning back as some deep, gentle moans began to sound out of his throat. The earthpony mare was just so good at taking him like this, when he held nothing back. No other could compare. Was it because of her farm work? He never cared to dwell on it... He just enjoyed every second of it.
His usual skilled concentration started slipping away, his thrusts becoming a bit more wild and uncontrolled as a result, but no less faster or forceful. Carrot knew this was coming. Her big red beast was losing himself to carnal desires, the unique pleasure of a mare that seemingly knew no limits. She could feel her body burning with arousal, virtually overpleasured by the intense thrusts of the alpha male of Ponyville.
"Nnfff! Give it to me!!"
The stallion snorted loudly, his head dipping a little, forehooves pressing hard against the carrot crate. His thrusts abruptly lost much of their speed, instead shifting to all force, slamming against the earthmare's hips with everything he had. Immediately, Carrot lost control, her body raging in a climax around its intruder, the girl screaming her loudest yet as the crate below her cracked and split across its surface.
The mare hitting her peak didn't stop the stallion one bit, his focus entirely on breeding the beautiful pony below him. His stallionhood throbbed hard, his heavy sack tightening up as it struck her backside, preparing for the release to come. Carrot's climax ebbed away after a few moments, the mare panting heavily as the fucking continued, though she knew not for much longer. She purposefully clenched herself around him as tight as possible.
"Ooh... There you go, stud... Let it out..."
Macintosh snorted hard, throwing his head back and groaning loudly, his intense thrusts at last stopping with one last hilt as his peak hit. Shot after thick shot of his warm seed fired deep into her body, the large stallion's body twitching a bit with each burst, sharp exhales slipping out his clenched teeth. The carrotpony below practically squealed, biting her lower lip softly and fluttering her eyes as the warmth of the stallion's climax filled her to her core. There was so much! A side effect of making him wait so long, no doubt.
It felt like minutes before the big male finished, his body noticeably loosening up, head dipping back down to pant heavily above the fluffy orange mane just below his snout. Carrot finally released her vice grip on his length, a huge grin of satisfaction plastered on her muzzle. Mac stared down at her, his vision blurred for a moment before he saw that telltale grin. Every time. A soft chuckle came from him amidst his breathing. "Yer... somethin' else, darlin'."
"Says you, apple... I can only take it because you can dish it."
Mac chuckled again, staying still for another moment before beginning to walk backward, sliding his softening length slowly out of the mare with a hissing inhale of breath. A soft little whine of pleasure came from the female as the big intruder finally left her, popping out of her body with a wet noise and leaving a bounty of his seed pouring out of her to the floor of the barn below. "F-Fuck..." the stallion muttered.
"Goodness, Mac. I should make you wait more often," Carrot teased again, followed by a giggle.
"Don't ya dare. Evil talk."
She just giggled again, Mac planting his forehooves back to the barn floor and stepping back. Carrot slipped herself off the crate, her hindlegs wobbly and her entire backside sore. Despite that, she still had her big, satisfied smile, though it faded once she saw her cracked and splintered carrot crate. It managed to keep its structure despite matters, but a few carrots had fallen out the side nonetheless. "Oh, dang. This was the crate I was gonna send you home with."
Mac sat himself down on the floor, wanting to give his back legs a rest, noticing the damaged crate once she pointed it out. He chuckled in response. "Don't worry about it. I didn't bring a wagon anyway. Too focused on you."
Carrot turned to him with a cheery smile. "Aw." She awkwardly walked up to him and laid her head against his manly chest, sitting down as well to rest her hinds. "I'll just give ya a sack of them then."
The stallion wrapped his forelegs around her and rumbled, rubbing his snout into her mane. "Sounds good to me."
Carrot nuzzled happily against his chest in response, the two overworked ponies quietly enjoying their afterglow in the light of the sunset outside.
THE END
MLP:FiM and all Characters/Locations Copyright © Hasbro & Lauren Faust
Characters/Locations used without permission
~ Scy
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<p>(2nd Person Story story starring you and Pinkie Pie)</p><p>Synopsis: You couldn't help but fall in love with the life of the party when you moved to Ponyville. That hyperactive pink ball of energy is the kindest and most sweetest pony you've ever met. And you mean sweet in both senses of the word when you get involved in the book she's trying to write.</p><p>Author's Note: The Candy Sutra has helped me nail down the format I like and will become the staplehood for future projects. The Candy Sutra is a 2nd person story starring you and Pinkie Pie. It's both funny, sensual, and involves Pinkie Pie. Need I say more? And on one final note, this story marks the beginning of what I like to call 'the weave'. I decided to have my stories crossover into each other, bring back old characters, and actually meet 'yourself' from previous stories. As one reader put it '...it's like Quantum Leap, except with ponies.'</p><p>Side Note: A special and well deserved thanks goes out to tubular for his help critiquing and editing The Candy Sutra. Thanks to him, it's now 20% cooler. If you ever see him on the #equestria IRC, give him a pat on the back.</p>
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2011-10-14T18:43:51+00:00
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2011-10-14T18:43:51+00:00
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You stood outside the Sugar Cube Corner, second guessing yourself. “What if she’s busy or she doesn’t want to see me…” you say to nopony in particular. Just as you convince yourself to leave, the door to Sugar Cube Corner opens, making you freeze in your tracks. A pink earth pony with an equally pink mane resembling cotton candy stands in the doorway, smiling.
“Oh it’s you! The candy maker! Hiya! What brings you around this time?”
A lump forms in your throat and you try to find your words. “Uh, h-hi Pinkie. I’m working on a n-new recipe. I was wondering if you wanted to try it out.” Pinkie Pie smiles at the question. “Why do you even ask? Your candy’s good!” Letting out a sigh of relief, you walk into the kitchen with Pinkie and set down your saddlebags, making the contents rattle around inside.“What’chya bring this time?” Pinkie asks as she jumps up and down excitedly.
“Help yourself to what’s in there and tell me what you think.” You open the saddlebag, revealing a jar of at least a hundred brightly colored orbs, each about the size of a bit. Pinkie Pie reaches in and grabs a blue one. “Don’t mind if I do! I LOVE gumballs!”
“Wait Pinkie! Those aren’t gumballs, they’re-”
You couldn’t get the words out fast enough. Pinkie bites into the piece of candy and immediately howls out in pain.
“OWOWOWOW!”
Pinkie Pie bounced around the room, holding onto her jaw, yelling.
“Pinkie, are you alright?!?” you yell, grabbing a hold of her.
“I boke ma teef! I boke ma teef!”
“Open your mouth and let me see!” Pinkie opens her mouth gingerly and you give her teeth a once. You let out a sigh of relief when you don’t see any cracks or breaks.
“Nothing’s broken, you can calm down.”
Pinkie Pie closes her mouth and runs her tongue across her teeth. “That was SO mean! Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I’m sorry, but I was trying to tell you that bag had the jawbreakers in it. The other one has the gumballs. See?” you reach into the other saddlebag and pop the piece of candy into your mouth and bite down, only to yelp out in pain.
“What’s wrong?” Pinkie asks.
“I…I think I mixed up the batches again.” This wasn’t the first time you’ve done this. Last time, you brought over gumballs and you and Pinkie sucked on them all day, wondering why they weren’t getting any smaller.
Pinkie Pie can’t help but giggle. “You crazy colt, you. Serves you right.”
“I said I was sorry! What can I do to make it up to you?”
Pinkie Pie taps her hoof to her chin and looks like she’s thinking deeply.
“Aha!” she exclaims. “I need some help filling out an order for a wedding cake since Mr. and Mrs. Cake are out of town. Help me out and I MIGHT forgive you.”
You know Pinkie was teasing you from her tone and that she had already forgiven you. “I’d be more than happy to help. What do you need me to do?” Pinkie smiles and guides you over to a layout of ingredients, bowls, and utensils. “I’ll work on the cake batter and you work on the frosting. We can meet in the middle and be done before dinner!” You had made cupcakes with Pinkie before on numerous occasions, but a wedding cake seemed like it was going to be a little more difficult. Before you can ask Pinkie for any advice, she’s already knee deep in her work, mixing together the cake batter. Sighing, you look over the recipe for the frosting and try your best to follow it. It isn’t until half way through that you realize you added twice as much confectionary sugar.
“Oh don’t worry about that! Just double everything else and we can just eat whatever frosting is left over.” Pinkie says when you bring it up.
Just as Pinkie said, you two meet in the middle. By the time you finish up the frosting, Pinkie is taking the first layer of the wedding cake out of the oven and putting in the next one.
“Okay! We just need to wait for it to cool and we can start frosting. Speaking of which…” Pinkie dabs a hoof into the bowl of frosting and licks it. “Mmm! Good! Have you tried this?” she asks. You shake your head and she holds her hoof out t you and motions for you to lick off the remaining frosting. You blush heavily as your lips touch her hoof and lick up the frosting. “Uh, ya. Good.” you say, trying to turn away from her so she doesn’t see your bright red cheeks. You and Pinkie don’t say a word until the last of the layers of the wedding cake are baked and frosted.
“So Pinkie…” you begin as you take a step out of Sugar Cube Corner. The cake was done and needed to be delivered to the address. Your heart races a bit as you try to find the right words. You’ve had a crush on Pinkie since you first moved to Ponyville. She was so caring and generous and funny and… “I was wondering if you were doing anything tomorrow.” you ask. Pinkie thinks for a moment before shaking her head. “Nope, don’t think so. Why? What’s up?” You take a deep breath and collect yourself. “I was wondering if you’d want to go out with me.” Pinkie stops walking and looks at you, confused.
“Go out? You mean like a date?” she asks.
You nod your head quickly, seeing as though your throat was close to swelling shut from the panic. Pinkie stares at you with her big blue eyes and smiles. You can almost make out a slight blush. “I’d love to! Did you have any idea where?” Your stomach sinks into your hoofs as you realize you hadn’t planned it out this far.
“I...Uh… Well, did you have anything in mind that you wanted to do?”
Pinkie thinks for a moment before her eyes go wide and she gasps. “Ohmygosh I have the perfect idea! Listen, I’ll take care this! Meet me out by the lake at noon tomorrow!” she yells. Your heart goes aflutter. She’s said yes.
“Okay, I will!”
Pinkie smiles and gallops off, but just as she’s almost out of sight, you ask one more question.
“Is there anything I should bring? Or wear?” you well. You hear Pinkie say one word and for a moment you think she’s either kidding or you misheard her. But no, you hear her right and it makes no sense.
“Camouflage!”
You stand there, trying to figure out where in the world you would get camouflage. Asking around, you find yourself at the Carousel Boutique, standing in front of Rarity, who was measuring your body with a levitated tape measure. Rarity was going on about different styles of camouflage clothing for different outdoor environments, but you tuned her out, thinking about Pinkie and the date. Pinkie had always been a little strange to you and was even stranger, according to her friends.
“Well? Are you going to answer my question?” Rarity asks, a little annoyed at the prospect of being ignored.
“Uhh, what was the question?” you ask with a sheepish smile on your face. Rarity sighs.
“I said ‘Why exactly do you need this?’ I mean, it’s not every day that somepony waltzes into my shop and requests for something in outdoor apparel.”
You blush at the question. “Uh well, it’s kind of for well, a date. She told me to wear it.”
Rarity gasps. “Oooooohhh! Who’s the lucky pony? Is it somepony I know?”
You nod once. “Y-yeah.”
“Oh is it Berry Punch? Or Aloe? Lyra? Bon-Bon?” Rarity rattles through a few more name, some you haven’t heard of, but you shake your head.
“Well then who is it?” Rarity asks, defeated.
You smile as you think of the pony you’re courting “Pinkie Pie.”
Rarity’s mouth hangs open. “Pinkie Pie? Are you serious? I’ve never seen her as the dating type... Well, I’m happy for the both of you. Now hold still, I just have a few more measurements to make.”
Rarity finishes up the measurements and lets you know that it will be ready for you tomorrow morning. Taking your leave, you head home and set your alarm clock for six AM. You don’t fall asleep until late into the night, too excited for the next day.
* * * * * * * * * * *
A sunbeam from your window shines onto your face, waking you up from a peaceful night’s sleep. Glancing at your alarm clock, your eyes go wide and your heart races. You had to meet Pinkie in under an hour.
“OH NO I OVERSLEPT!”
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The Candy Sutra
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Love is sweet and so is candy
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<p>(2nd Person Story story starring you and Pinkie Pie)</p><p>Synopsis: You couldn't help but fall in love with the life of the party when you moved to Ponyville. That hyperactive pink ball of energy is the kindest and most sweetest pony you've ever met. And you mean sweet in both senses of the word when you get involved in the book she's trying to write.</p><p>Author's Note: The Candy Sutra has helped me nail down the format I like and will become the staplehood for future projects. The Candy Sutra is a 2nd person story starring you and Pinkie Pie. It's both funny, sensual, and involves Pinkie Pie. Need I say more? And on one final note, this story marks the beginning of what I like to call 'the weave'. I decided to have my stories crossover into each other, bring back old characters, and actually meet 'yourself' from previous stories. As one reader put it '...it's like Quantum Leap, except with ponies.'</p><p>Side Note: A special and well deserved thanks goes out to tubular for his help critiquing and editing The Candy Sutra. Thanks to him, it's now 20% cooler. If you ever see him on the #equestria IRC, give him a pat on the back.</p>
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teen
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2011-10-14T18:49:42+00:00
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2011-10-14T18:49:42+00:00
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Scrambling out of bed, you run for the bathroom and jump into the shower for a quick rinse. You quickly turn the water on and yelp out when you’re hit by cold water. Ignoring it, you get your whole body soaked down and skip the shampoo. Bounding out of the shower, you grab a towel and dry yourself off as you scour the pantry for something to eat. You hadn’t gotten groceries in a while and the only thing you had to eat was gummy bears and licorice rope. Reaching in, you grab a hoof full and stuff it into your mouth.
Not like the first time I’ve done this you think as you swallow your ‘breakfast’.
You’re almost out the door when you remember you still need to pick up your new clothes. Heading back into your room, you grab your wallet and run back out, galloping as fast as you can to the Carousel Boutique. You bite down harder on your wallet, making sure not to drop it as you duck and dodge your way through the streets. Bursting through the Boutique doors, you startle Rarity into dropping the levitating bolt of cloth on your head.
“Oh my gosh! I’m so sorry! Are you-”
You get up quickly and look around the shop. Your camouflage ensemble was there on a hanger. Grabbing it, Rarity protests before you shove your wallet in her face. “TAKE WHAT YOU NEED!” you yell to her as you gallop off into the streets. You were halfway to the lake when the sound of the clocktower pushed you faster as it chimed off twelve noon. By the time you make it to the lake, you’re out of breath, sick to your stomach, and broke. Not a good way to start a date. Looking around the lake, you realize you’re not alone. At least thirty other ponies were gathered around, each one wearing camouflage, helmets, and sporting an odd device on their back that had a tube connected to a glass dome containing a bunch of small, colorful balls.
“Oh hey! There you are!”
The sound of Pinkie’s voice gets your attention and you turn to see her wearing the same getup as everyone else. Taking a deep breath, you collect yourself.
“Pinkie, what is all this?” you ask.
Pinkie doesn’t answer you initially and instead pulls out a small container of black paint and draws a line under each eye. “I’m not Pinkie Pie anymore…” Her voice is deeper and more dramatic. “I’m SOLID PIE!” she yells “And this is not just a paintball tournament…This is WAR! Come Coltacon! We have to register!”
Pinkie, or Solid Pie, trots off towards a table with a white banner on it that read ‘Registry’. Figuring you’re ‘Coltacon’, you follow Pinkie and join the line of people waiting. You take this time to slip on the outfit Rarity made for you and try to get some answers. “Pinkie, can you-”
“Solid Pie.” she corrects.
You sigh, deciding to give up on fighting it. “Solid Pie… Can you tell me what’s going on? I’m kind of lost.” You finish donning the camouflage outfit, surprised not only by how well it fit, but also how it looked good while still doing the job.
“You’re going to help me win this tournament, Coltacon! Every year, Carrot Top and her team beat me, no matter how hard I try.” she says, a little down. “I know it’s just a game and I should be happy for her, but she keeps rubbing it in and it makes me SO mad!” You and Pinkie make it to the front of the line and are greeted by an earth pony with a blue coat and green mane. His cutie mark looks like three splattered paintballs.
“Hey it’s the Pinkanator!” he says as he extends a hoof, which Pinkie taps back with a smile.
“Hey Splats!”
Splats looks you over and a grin forms on his face. “New blood eh? You sure about this, Pinks?” Pinkie nods her head quickly.
Splats shrugs. “Okay then, you know the drill. Five bit entry fee for each team mate.” You reach to your back pocket, but begin to panic when you remember that you left your money with Rarity. You turn to Pinkie and smile sheepishly. “Uh hey, can you-”
Pinkie Pie lays out fifteen bits on the table, which Splats scoops up into a bag. “Thank ya very much. You have fun now.”
“What did you need?” Pinkie asks. You shake your head. “Nothing.”
You let out a sigh of relief and you make a mental note to pay Pinkie back once you get your money. You and Pinkie walk to another part of the crowd and find where the paintball launchers were. As you were being fitted for yours, you realize something.
“Pi- I mean, Solid Pie. Who’s our third teammate?” you ask. Pinkie Pie smiles at you and points over to a table where a small alligator with purple eyes was being fitted with a tiny harness of his own. “Coltacon, meet Liquid Gummy!” she says with pride. You blink a few times, wondering if if this was all a joke. “Uh, Gummy? You mean your pet alligator Gummy? He’s our third teammate?” you ask. Pinkie Pie nods. “Uh-huh!” You don’t press it any further. You only hoped Pinkie knew what she was doing. The harness was finally fitted and a button connected to the whole thing was put on your dominant hoof.
“Okie dokie! Since it’s your first time, we should take you down to the practice range.” Pinkie says before grabbing you and dragging off to another part of the tournament grounds. You yip aloud when you feel something clamp down on your tail. Taking a look, you see Gummy holding onto you as you and Pinkie zip through the crowds.
This is going to be a long day… you think with a heavy sigh.
* * * * * * * * * *
“Great shot!” Pinkie yells. It only took a half dozen paintballs to get the hang of it. The trick was to face your target and move your back to adjust for height. You weren’t getting bulls eyes, but you were definitely good for a beginner. Taking aim, you press down on the button quickly and let loose three paintballs. One soars a little high, but the next two hit and land at least an inch away from the center.
“You’re a natural! We’ve got this in the bag!” Pinkie pie yells happily. Her smile disappears when three ponies approach you. A yellow earth pony with an orange mane was flanked by two other ponies, a lavender Pegasus with a yellow mane and a blue unicorn with a white mane.
“Carrot Top. Cloud Kicker. Pokey.” Pinkie says as she nods to each one and settling her gaze on Carrot Top. “Hi Pinkie. I can’t WAIT for the tournament, can you?” Carrot top asks, her tone annoying you for some reason.
Pinkie nods her head once. “No I can’t.” Pinkie is wearing a big smile, but you can almost make out a twitch in her left eye. Carrot Top looks to you for a moment, puzzled. “This newbie is your teammate?” she asks.
“Why, got a problem with that?” Pinkie asks indignantly.
Carrot Top shrugs. “I don’t know, I just sort of thought you wanted to WIN.”
Pokey and Cloud Kicker snicker at the words and Pinkie Pie’s anger. It’s on now. Turning to the target, you twitch your hoof just right to hit the button repeatedly, sending out a flurry of paintballs, nailing the target and even scoring a few bulls eyes. Turning back to the three, their mouths hung agape at the sight. Pinkie, meanwhile, had an ear to ear grin.
“Not much of a newbie now, is he?” Pinkie asks.
Carrot Top loses her cool demeanor and frowns. “It-It doesn’t change anything.” she says, obviously shaken. “He still doesn’t know the course.”
“I’m a fast learner. And we’re going to win.” you chime in with a smile “Isn’t that right Solid Pie?”
Pinkie’s smile couldn’t get any bigger. “That’s right Coltacon.”
The three look at you, completely confused. “None of this is going to help, you know.” Carrot Top says before taking off.
“If you say so~” Pinkie says with a giggle. Carrot Top takes off, more than shaken now. You’ve gotten into her head and she knows it.
You practice with Pinkie for a few more minutes before your number is called and it’s time for your fight. You, Pinkie, and Gummy wait outside the gate.
“Are you scared?” Pinkie Pie asks abruptly. You swallow the lump in your throat and nod.
“Yeah.”
Pinkie Pie smiles. “I am too.”
The gates open. You can see the other team on the far side of the field. You charge into the field headlong, ready to fight.
* * * * * * * * * *
You and Pinkie exit the field, laughing the entire time.
“THAT WAS AWESOME! DID YOU SEE THE LOOK ON THAT ONE MARE’S FACE WHEN YOU SCREAMED?” Pinkie yelled before doubling over in laughter.
“OR WHAT ABOUT THAT ONE COLT YOU POUNCED ON FROM OVER THE BARRICADES?” you wheeze out, your sides hurting from the laughter. You and Pinkie laugh for another five minutes before collecting yourself.
“We are SO going to win this tournament.” Pinkie says as she falls down into the grass. You fall down beside her and sigh. This had been more fun than you could have ever imagined. You jump slightly as you feel something grab you and blush when you realize it’s Pinkie.
“You make me so happy! With you around, I feel like I can do anything!”
Your heart races and you try to find the right words to say, but find nothing. Instead, you grab Pinkie and hug her back. Pinkie’s entire face goes red, but she holds onto you and smiles. You got the message across.
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TheGentlemanCreeper
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1494
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Pinkie Pie,Romance,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Sex
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The Candy Sutra
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Love is sweet and so is candy
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<p>(2nd Person Story story starring you and Pinkie Pie)</p><p>Synopsis: You couldn't help but fall in love with the life of the party when you moved to Ponyville. That hyperactive pink ball of energy is the kindest and most sweetest pony you've ever met. And you mean sweet in both senses of the word when you get involved in the book she's trying to write.</p><p>Author's Note: The Candy Sutra has helped me nail down the format I like and will become the staplehood for future projects. The Candy Sutra is a 2nd person story starring you and Pinkie Pie. It's both funny, sensual, and involves Pinkie Pie. Need I say more? And on one final note, this story marks the beginning of what I like to call 'the weave'. I decided to have my stories crossover into each other, bring back old characters, and actually meet 'yourself' from previous stories. As one reader put it '...it's like Quantum Leap, except with ponies.'</p><p>Side Note: A special and well deserved thanks goes out to tubular for his help critiquing and editing The Candy Sutra. Thanks to him, it's now 20% cooler. If you ever see him on the #equestria IRC, give him a pat on the back.</p>
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teen
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2011-10-14T18:55:16+00:00
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2011-10-14T18:55:16+00:00
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You moved as quickly and as quietly as you could through the forest. You, Pinkie, and Gummy had won three more matches and had made it to the semi-finals. You thought you were finally getting a hang of the game, but feel lost in the whole new two-hundred square feet of forest roped off just for this match. The leaves rustle above you, making you jump back and take aim. A squirrel scampers down from the tree and runs away. You were on edge and you had a right to be. The other team was made of pegasi, so an attack could come from anywhere. It didn’t help that you and Pinkie split up, in hopes to confuse the other team.
“THERE YOU ARE!”
Every muscle in your body tightens at the words and you begin moving as fast as you can, dodging through the trees, hoping that they would act as impromptu cover. It works as you realize the pops from behind you were the sound of paintballs against the leaves.
“Give up already!” the Pegasus calls from behind you. “Ain’t no way you can outrun me!”
You pay no heed to the taunts and keep running, dodging the paintballs that are now whizzing by your head. You run for a few more minutes, but stop dead in your tracks when the Pegasus with the rainbow mane cuts you off.
“Sorry buddy, but you’re done.” Rainbow Dash says as she touches down. Before the match, Pinkie had warned you about her. She was fast and experienced. Dash grins slightly before pressing down on the button.
*Click*
“Huh?” Dash presses down on the button repeatedly, but nothing happens. She doesn’t notice that her tank was completely empty. You can’t help but chuckle at this stroke of luck, which makes Dash stop and look up at you with fear in her eyes as she realizes the position she’s in.
“Oh… Hey….Come on now! This isn’t fair!” she yells.
You press down on the button as she begins to take off and manage to catch her left wing and flank. She groans aloud and comes back down to land.
“DARN IT!”
A bell rings from behind you and announcer yells out “TEAM PIE IS THE WINNER!”
* * * * * * * * * *
You meet up with Pinkie after the match, who was covered in splotches of paint.
“Sorry. Dashie got the drop on me after I took out Firefly.”
You pat her on the back. “It’s okay. You did awesome.” Looking down, you see Gummy covered in paint as well.
“He managed to tag Ditzy before Dashie found him up the tree.” Pinkie giggles as Gummy tries to squirm away as she wipes the paint off. “Come on, let’s go find her and see how she’s doing. She doesn’t take losing that well.”
You and Pinkie make your way to the drop off point and find a unicorn wearing a white lab coat tending to Dash.
“You‘re sure nothing’s hurt?” he asks. Dash nods. “I told you I’m fine! Geez, you really need to chillax.” The unicorn sighs heavily. “Your wing got hit. The wing you broke. Or have you forgotten about that already?”
Dash’s ears go back. “No, I haven’t.” she says curtly. “You care WAY too much.”
The unicorn nuzzles up to her. “Oh don’t be mad. I care because I love you.” Dash’s face goes red as you two approach and she tries to put on a smile.
“Oh! Hey Pinkie Pie and…” her smile disappears as you walk up. “You…” Dash looks like she’s going to yell at any minute, but instead she shakes her head.
“I shouldn’t be mad. You won, fair and square.”
The unicorn pats Dash on the back. “That’s my angel.” Dash blushes and kisses the unicorn on the cheek. “Meet you back at the house?” she asks. The unicorn gives her a nod and walks away.
“You sure you’re okay?” you ask.
“Yeah, I’m fine.” Dash says as she kicks at the ground. “It’s Carrot Top who I should be mad at. She stole Cloud Kicker from my team! We’ve been on the same team for three years and this year she gives me this lame excuse about how Carrot Top asked her first!” Dash throws her hoofs up in disgust. “I mean, Ditzy is awesome since she can keep an eye on two players at once, but she’s got lousy depth perception.”
Dash sighs. “Listen, you guys, you have to promise me that you’ll win this tournament. I couldn’t stand to see Carrot Top win again this year.”
“It’s a Pinkie promise. Cross my heart, hope to fly, stick a cupcake in my eye.” Pinkie says as she performs the sacred vow. You mimic her, but almost stick your hoof in your eye at the end of it.
"Alright," Dash says, reassured. "Goodbye, and good luck!" Dash leaves you with a final wave and flies out of sight. You and Pinkie head to the picnic area and eat a lunch consisting of fried dough, snowcones, and pizza. Not the healthiest of things to eat, but at least the pizza had vegetables on it. Pinkie is silent the entire time, hardly even making eye contact
“Have you ever loved someone?” Pinkie asks abruptly. You almost choke on your snowcone and spend a minute coughing it up.
“Umm, well… .” you say sheepishly. You feel Pinkie’s hoof on yours and follow it until you reach her face. She looked very serious.
“Who?” she asks. You swallow the lump in your throat and you try to calm down your racing heart.
“Well I… I mean, I love…” Pinkie is staring you down, making you feel uncomfortable. You take a deep breath, finally finding the words and the courage to say them. “Well, you. I love you, Pinkie Pie.”
You cringe and shut your eyes. You said it. The words were floating through the air now. She could break your heart in less than a second, and what happened next was up to her.
In one swift motion, Pinkie guides your face to hers and you feel your lips meet. The kiss is quick and sweet, but it leaves you speechless and your head spinning.
“That’s all I needed; now I know we can’t lose,” Pinkie says with a grin before kissing you once more, this time longer and with more passion.
Pinkie lets the kiss go on for a few more minutes before pulling away.“I’ve kind of known for a while now.”
“Was it that obvious?” you ask bashfully.
“Yeah,” Pinkie nods “and I love you, too.” You never imagined those simple little words could mean so much. “You’re so special, and nice, and generous, and a whole bunch of other nice words!”
You open your mouth to return the compliment, but the loudspeaker cuts you off.
“Team Pie, please report for the final match! I repeat, Team Pie, please report for the final match!”
You and Pinkie stare at the loudspeaker for a few seconds before turning to each other.
“Let’s go win this.” Pinkie says with a grin. You smile back. “yeah. Let’s.”
* * * * * * * * * *
You and Pinkie hid behind a fallen tree, waiting for the volley of paintballs to stop. Gummy had run off as soon as the match started, leaving you and Pinkie alone. Cloud Kicker was the first to charge and the first to fall from a barrage of Pinkie laid down.
“I’ve had a lot of practice against Dashie.” Pinkie stated when you brought up how amazing that shot had been.
But now Pokey was laying down suppressing fire, keeping you pinned down while Carrot Top tried to circle around. Luckily, you could poke yourself out enough to fire off deterring shots, while still behind cover.
“We’re getting nowhere fast!” you yell out.
Pinkie Pie pokes her head out, only to duck down again. “I got an idea!”
“What-”
Before you can get another word out, Pinkie bolts to the right, diving into a bush and drawing the fire of both Pokey and Carrot Top. Taking this opportunity, you fire off three shots and hit Pokey right in the chest. Carrot Top, however, manages to run off before you can even take aim. Running over to the bush, you grab a hold of Pinkie and help her to her hooves.
“You okay?”
Pinkie nods quickly. “Yeah. Now come on!”
You and Pinkie run off in Carrot Top’s general direction and come to a clearing. You and Pinkie look around, back to back.
“Coltacon…I want to ask. Do you think love can bloom even on the battlefield?” Pinkie asks in a purposely dramatic tone. You laugh at the absurdity of all this.
“Yes Solid Pie. Any time, any place, love can blossom. But if you love someone, you have to be able to protect them.” You couldn’t believe you just quoted that.
“Then I love you. I love you with all my heart.” Pinkie’s words resonate with your very being. It’s like she set a fire in your very soul.
“You don’t know how much that means to me. I-” You stop as you feel something solid hit your chest. Looking down, you see a large, green splotch. You were just shot.
“Where-” Pinkie flinches as she’s hit too. From the trees, you hear a laugh. Carrot Top comes walking out of the thick, smiling the entire time.
“Thanks for deciding to get all lovey dovey right then and there.” she gloats. You slump to the ground. You promised her you’d win and you let her down. All you wanted to do now is curl up in a ball and disappear. Taking a glance at Pinkie Pie, you immediately regret it. She looks completely devastated. Her once bouncy mane was flat and she was barely holding back tears.
“Now all I have to do is find your silly little crocodile.”
Pinkie’s eyes go wide and her mane fluffs up again and you swear you can hear the sound of a noise maker. Pinkie smiles. “You’re the one who's silly. He’s not a crocodile. He’s an alligator. NOW GUMMY!”
Carrot Top doesn’t have any time to react. Gummy bit down on his button, sending out one paintball, hitting Carrot Top right in the side. Everyone is silent.
“…I lost.” Carrot Top finally says.
Pinkie runs forward and picks up Gummy. “Way to go, Gummy! You made mommy proud!” Part of you feels jealous as Pinkie holds Gummy close to her chest.
“You get over here too!”
Pinkie grabs you and holds tight. You’re not feeling so jealous anymore.
* * * * * * * * * *
You and Pinkie walk back to Ponyville, trophy in tow. Pinkie wanted to hold a victory party at Sugar Cube Corner and everyone at the tournament was invited, even Carrot Top.
“Uh, hey,” Carrot Top said as she trotted up next to you and Pinkie.
“Yup?” Pinkie Pie asks, still smiling from the award ceremony.
“I wanted to apologize. I got way into the game and forgot I’m supposed to be having fun. I feel bad for all the times I rubbed it in your face, now that I know how it feels... I hope you’re not mad.” Carrot Top says, her voice getting quieter as she realizes how she’s acted up until now.
Pinkie surprises Carrot Top with a hug. “Oh, I was never mad. I just wanted to show you there was more to the game than winning. Now come on! Let’s party!”
Pinkie Pie runs off, leaving you and Carrot Top in the dust. “You’re lucky, you know.” Carrot Top says.
You smile ear to ear. “Yeah, I guess I am.”
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TheGentlemanCreeper
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1494
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Pinkie Pie,Romance,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Sex
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The Candy Sutra
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Love is sweet and so is candy
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complete
| 378 | 16 |
<p>(2nd Person Story story starring you and Pinkie Pie)</p><p>Synopsis: You couldn't help but fall in love with the life of the party when you moved to Ponyville. That hyperactive pink ball of energy is the kindest and most sweetest pony you've ever met. And you mean sweet in both senses of the word when you get involved in the book she's trying to write.</p><p>Author's Note: The Candy Sutra has helped me nail down the format I like and will become the staplehood for future projects. The Candy Sutra is a 2nd person story starring you and Pinkie Pie. It's both funny, sensual, and involves Pinkie Pie. Need I say more? And on one final note, this story marks the beginning of what I like to call 'the weave'. I decided to have my stories crossover into each other, bring back old characters, and actually meet 'yourself' from previous stories. As one reader put it '...it's like Quantum Leap, except with ponies.'</p><p>Side Note: A special and well deserved thanks goes out to tubular for his help critiquing and editing The Candy Sutra. Thanks to him, it's now 20% cooler. If you ever see him on the #equestria IRC, give him a pat on the back.</p>
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teen
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2011-10-14T19:01:05+00:00
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2011-10-14T19:01:05+00:00
| 8,719 |
“Okey dokie! Now just pop those into the oven and I’ll start on the frosting!”
Gripping the tray with your mouth, you slide the tray of cupcakes into the oven quickly, making sure not to burn yourself this time. You shut the oven door and turn to Pinkie, who was stirring a mixture of confectionery sugar, butter, milk, and cherry syrup. Pinkie had been using red food coloring to turn her frosting pink, but she changed her ways when you brought in a can of cherry syrup you use for gumdrops. Pinkie dips a hoof into the frosting and licks it off. “Mmmm! This was the best idea ever! It’s got like two kinds of sweet now! Here!” Pinkie exclaims as she holds out her hoof.
You know that Pinkie is earnestly offering you a taste, but you also knew there was an ulterior motive to the gesture. You bring your muzzle down to her hoof and slowly drag your tongue across it, ending it at the wrist with a quick nip. Looking up at Pinkie, you can’t help but smile at the blush that was spreading across her face.
“Hey, you’ve got something on you.” Pinkie Pie leans forward and laps off a dollop of frosting you picked up while lost in the moment.That little display of affection was more than enough to send you over the edge.
You and Pinkie embrace, kissing each other roughly as your tongues mix together in a cascade of saliva and sugar.
You feel Pinkie Pie pull away from you and while you feel disappointed it had to end, you were relieved you could catch your breath.
“Oh, wow… That was just…” Pinkie gasps out. You simply nod your head in agreement, trying to find your second wind.
“...Why did that feel so…good?” Pinkie Pie asks dreamily.
“I have no idea. Maybe it’s because you’re so sweet?” you say, laying it on thick as you nibble at her ear.
Pinkie giggles aloud. “Well, it’s either that or it was the frosting...” She stops, staring at nothing in particular for a moment.
Suddenly, she gasps aloud, causing you to stop. Her eyes widen to circles the size of dinner plates and a small smile creeps across her face. “That’s it…” she says, her voice above a whisper.
She suddenly bolts towards the door. “Wait!” you cry, and she turns to you momentarily.
“I’ll be back soon, sweetie, I promise! I just gotta go find Twilight!”
Before you can reply, Pinkie’s out the door, bouncing away towards the library.
“I wonder what that was all about…?” you ask aloud. You don’t have much time to ponder it as the shrieking of a fire alarm snaps you back to reality.
“OH NO!” you yell. In your daze, you and completely forgotten about the cupcakes. Luckily, the oven had reminded you by belching out thick, black smoke. Throwing the oven door open, you reach in and grab the tray, only to immediately regret it. You screamed out in pain as you realize you had forgotten to grab a pot holder.
“WHAT’S GOING ON IN HERE?” Mrs. Cake yells as she bursts into the kitchen, panicking.
You fell back onto the kitchen floor, surrounded by black smoke, nursing your burnt tongue. You were quite the sorry sight to behold.
* * * * * * * * * * *
You made your way to Sugar Cube Corner, yesterday’s fiasco behind you. You couldn’t help but feel uncomfortable from all the stares you knew you were receiving. Your tongue hung limp from your mouth, covered in a white bandage. The doctor at Ponyville Urgent Care had told you were lucky it wasn’t a second degree burn and gave you an ointment that was supposed to “heal it in no time!”
Truth be told, he was right. By the next morning your tongue no longer hurt and while everything tasted a little funny, you couldn’t complain.
You could, however, feel somewhat peeved at Pinkie Pie for abandoning you like that. You hoped you could milk your injury just enough so she felt a little bad for what happened.
“Who knows, maybe she’ll throw me an apology party,” you think with a chuckle.
Walking into Sugar Cube Corner, you do your best to hold back a snicker as Mrs. Cake gasps gaudily.
“Oh, you poor dear, are you okay?” Mrs. Cake asks, apprehensively waiting for a response.
“Uh, honey,” Mr. Cake chuckles lightly as he appears behind her, “I don’t really think you’re gonna get an answer.” He nods at your tongue.
“Oh! Sorry! Dumb question,” Mrs. Cake says with a blush and chuckles nervously. “Is there anything specific you’re looking for?”
You want to let Mr. and Mrs. Cake in on the ruse, but decide against it. Instead of trying to talk, you hum a familiar tune and begin hopping around the kitchen.
“Oh, you’re looking for Pinkie?” Mrs. Cake asks. You stop and nod once.
“It’s the weirdest thing,” Mr. Cake begins, “She came in not too long after you left, with a typewriter in tow. She’s been up in her room ever since.”
“She hasn’t even come down for breakfast.” Mrs. Cake adds. All of this sounded sort of strange, even for Pinkie Pie.
Instead of trying to pantomime a thank you, you bow your head quickly and begin to climb the stairs to Pinkie Pie’s door. Pinkie was talking aloud to nopony in particular and you can hear a faint clicking sound.
“And then you…You….ARGH!” Pinkie throws her hooves up into the air. “Gummy, stop typing.”
Gummy hops down from the desk in the back, looking irritated, as Pinkie reaches for the paper in the typewriter carriage.
“Oh, I’m sorry. I know I said this one would be the one, but this so much harder than I thought!” Pinkie apologizes as she throws the now-crumpled paper into the trash bin.
You silently step in the room. “What is?” you ask, after carefully removing the last of the bandage from your tongue. Pinkie turns, and stares at you for the longest time, without saying a single word. Finally, a smile cracks across her face. “That’s it! I should get you to to help me write The Candy Sutra!” she exclaims.
You blink a few times, confused. “The... Candy Sutra?” you finally ask after a few seconds of silence.
“Well, you see, last night, I realized why that kiss felt so good! It was the sugar!” Pinkie yells excitedly. “So, I stopped by Twilight’s place and asked her if she had something I could write with and she gave me this typewriter and I’ve been saying what I’ve wanted on paper and Gummy types it out with his tail!”
You shake your head, still confused. “But what’s this ‘Candy Sutra’ about?”
And how does an alligator even know how to type? you add, under your breath.
Pinkie slaps her head. “Doi! I’m so excited I skipped that part! It’s all about using candy and confectioneries to add a little extra spice to a relationship. So you’ll help me, right?”
Thinking back to a few of Pinkie Pie’s other fiascoes you were involved with, you have to ask: “It won’t end up like that one time with the oatmeal, will it?”
The pink pony shivers visibly. “No. Never again. I promise!”
“Well, I don’t know... I mean--”
“PLEEEEEEEEEEEEASE?” Pinkie Pie begs. She knew that you couldn’t resist that tone, and you soon became putty in her hooves.
“Alright, alright, you win. What do I need to do?”
Pinkie Pie squeals with delight. “Just wait right here!” She runs out of the room and down the stairs, only to return a few seconds later carrying two bowls on her back, one holding strawberries and the other holding melted chocolate. Pinkie stops short of the bed and launches the two bowls into the air; they, predictably, land gracefully on the table, with not even a drop spilled.
One day, she’s going to tell me how she does that… you think to yourself.
Pinkie reaches into the bowl of strawberries, pulls one out with her mouth, and dips it into the bowl of chocolate. Instead of eating it however, she holds it in front of your face.
“What do you…Oh, I see.”
Your lips meet as you pluck the chocolate covered strawberry out of her mouth. Chewing it, you can’t help but feel like the kiss made it all the sweeter.
“My turn.” you say as you reach for the strawberries. You dip it a little deeper than Pinkie Pie did, coating your lips in the process.
Pinkie Pie sees this and almost inhales the strawberry to get to your lips. However, instead of eating it, Pinkie takes it into her mouth and pushes it into yours.
You slump to the ground in a daze.
“Oh wow, it was THAT good? Gummy, get this down: ‘Chocolate makes kisses sweeter, both figuratively and--’ … what are you doing?” Pinkie asked as you guided her to the bed and onto her back. Grabbing the bowl of chocolate, you drizzle it all over Pinkie Pie’s stomach.
“Oh, I see n--AHH!” you make Pinkie gasps aloud as you place your tongue on her navel. Tracing your tongue up to her chest, she doesn’t know whether to laugh or moan.
Finishing up the last of the chocolate, you look up to Pinkie. Her face is flushed and she’s breathing heavily.
“That was… That was…”
Pinkie finally catches her breath and looks over to the empty bowl of chocolate. “Awww... I wanted a turn.” she says as she pushes the bowl around the bed.
“Does it have to be chocolate?” you ask. Pinkie’s flash with sudden inspiration and she smiles. “Wait right here!”
Once again, Pinkie is running down the stairs and returning a few seconds later. This time, she’s carrying a can of frosting.
“Hasn’t Mr. and Mrs. Cake asked you yet about all of the stuff your bringing up here?” you ask.
Pinkie shakes her head as she pops the top off of the frosting. “Nope. Guess they think I’m making a snack or something.” You find the horseshoe on the other hoof as Pinkie guides you to the bed this time, but on your belly instead of your back.
You try to stifle a giggle as you feel Pinkie spread the frosting across your back, occasionally hitting a ticklish spot and sending you into a laughing fit.
“There! All done! All that’s left now is to dig in.”
Your thoughts were conflicted as you tried to figure out whether to laugh or moan. Pinkie’s tongue traced it’s way across your back, hitting those ticklish and sensitive spots at the same time. Ever so often, she’d nip at your shoulder, sending a bolt of pleasure through your whole body. You feel Pinkie stop and roll you over to your back. She looked just as excited as you felt. Apparently, the pleasure when both ways. Pinkie grabs your face and begins to kiss you roughly, her mouth tasting of the frosting she just licked off of you.
“Is that the kind of stuff you want for your book?” you ask, breaking the kiss for a moment.
“…Book?” Pinkie mimics, her voice trailing off, as she continues to ravish you. She perks up as she hears a faint clicking sound and looks to Gummy, who was still hammering away at the typewriter.
“Gummy stop!” Pinkie yells as she rushes over. Taking the paper out of the typewriter, Pinkie’s entire face goes red as she reads it. “Gummy…Where did you learn to write like this?”
Joining Pinkie’s side, you take a glance at a random paragraph:
“…The greedy stallion lapped hungrily at the sweet chocolate that covered her stomach as moans of ecstasy filled the ai-”
You look up to Gummy, who sat there on the desk, blinking every so often.
“Wow… I… I don’t know what to say. It’s amazing that Gummy has a knack for writing, but it’s a little creepy that he was writing about us.” you say as you step away.
“Gummy, you are not to write about this sort of thing again!” Pinkie says in a firm tone. She takes another glance at the paper. “At least, not until you’re older,” she reasons.
The day was winding down and Pinkie’s room had become a mess. The sheets were caked in chocolate and frosting, while the floor was covered in crumpled-up papers. You stayed until the sun started to set to help Pinkie clean up. She was grateful you were there to help explain away the sheets as a spill to Mrs. Cake.
Pinkie picks up the last piece of paper and throws it into the garbage bag you held open. “Okie dokie! All clean!” You tie up the bag and set it in the corner of the room.
“This was definitely fun!” Pinkie exclaims as she feeds a new piece of paper into the typewriter carriage. “Wanna do it again? Tomorrow?”
“Sure.” Pinkie was right. It was fun. A smile creeps across your face as you get an idea. “I’ll make sure to bring something next time.”
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TheGentlemanCreeper
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1494
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Pinkie Pie,Romance,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Sex
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The Candy Sutra
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Love is sweet and so is candy
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complete
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<p>(2nd Person Story story starring you and Pinkie Pie)</p><p>Synopsis: You couldn't help but fall in love with the life of the party when you moved to Ponyville. That hyperactive pink ball of energy is the kindest and most sweetest pony you've ever met. And you mean sweet in both senses of the word when you get involved in the book she's trying to write.</p><p>Author's Note: The Candy Sutra has helped me nail down the format I like and will become the staplehood for future projects. The Candy Sutra is a 2nd person story starring you and Pinkie Pie. It's both funny, sensual, and involves Pinkie Pie. Need I say more? And on one final note, this story marks the beginning of what I like to call 'the weave'. I decided to have my stories crossover into each other, bring back old characters, and actually meet 'yourself' from previous stories. As one reader put it '...it's like Quantum Leap, except with ponies.'</p><p>Side Note: A special and well deserved thanks goes out to tubular for his help critiquing and editing The Candy Sutra. Thanks to him, it's now 20% cooler. If you ever see him on the #equestria IRC, give him a pat on the back.</p>
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teen
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2011-10-14T19:16:11+00:00
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2011-10-14T19:16:11+00:00
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As you walked through the streets of Ponyville, you couldn’t help but smile. You were happy; and why wouldn’t you be? The sun was shining, the birds were singing, and you were up until the wee hours of the morning last night making candy. You admit that last part wasn’t exactly the highlight of your week; you were tired, and your bloodshot eyes didn’t try to hide that fact. But it was a labor of love. Your saddlebag was stuffed to the brim with all of the candy you made, just for Pinkie Pie. And if yesterday was going to be anything like today, then you were going to get a taste of it as well.
Letting yourself into Sugarcube Corner, you look around and find Mr. and Mrs. Cake strangely absent. “Probably still sleeping…” you think aloud as you glance at the clock. With this thought in mind, you climb the stairs as quietly as you can and open the door to Pinkie Pie’s room. Looking around, you see the floor littered with more crumpled-up papers. On the desk sat a stack of papers, at least a half-inch tall.
Guess I wasn’t the only one burning the midnight oil, you think as you set your saddlebag down.
You stop dead in your tracks as you see Pinkie’s bed and realize that she’s still asleep. Part of you wants to play some sort of prank on her as payback for the many times she’s gotten you, but that blissful look on her face spoils everything. Waking her up now would be crime. Letting out a long, silent yawn, you remember your own sleepless night and feel Pinkie’s bed drawing you in. Being careful not to wake her up, you climb in next to Pinkie. Just as you drift off to sleep, you feel her wrap her forelegs around you and draw you into a tight cuddle, sending you straight to dreamland.
* * * * * * * * *
Tossing and turning in your bed, you can’t help but feel something is off. While it feels soft and cushiony, you find it hard to find any comfortable position. Rolling over onto your stomach, your lips come into contact with something.
Mmm... Sweet… you think as you smack your lips together. Opening your eyes, you find yourself staring not at your bed, but a large, pink blanket. Taking a whiff, you’re overpowered by a sweet smell. You gingerly stick your tongue out and find the blanket melt in your mouth in a lump of sugar.
“Cotton candy?” you ask aloud.
A giggle from nowhere gets your attention. “Sure is! Everything’s sweet here!”
You scramble to your hooves and try to find the source of the familiar voice.
“Up here, silly!”
Craning your neck upwards you find yourself staring at Pinkie Pie, who floated on a pink cloud of cotton candy.
“Just don’t eat too much of it. You’ll fall through!” she says with another giggle.
“Fall?” you ask. Looking down at your hooves, you realize what she meant. Pinkie Pie wasn’t the only one on a cloud. The ground looked so tiny from this high up and you could barely make out the world below. Inching back from the small hole you tore in the cloud, you look up at Pinkie who was eating her own candy cloud.
“I thought you said not to eat too much!”
Pinkie shrugs. “I changed my mind. We’re passing over Sarsaparilla Springs and I thought I’d go for a swim.” Pinkie takes another bite out of the cloud, making the entire thing shake.
Either Pinkie didn’t know how high up you were or didn’t care. “But you’ll fall!” you yell, hoping to talk some sense into her. But like that would ever work.
“So?” she asks before taking the final bite out of the candy cloud, causing it to fall to pieces. Pinkie hovers in the air for a few seconds and gives you a wave before plummeting.
“PINKIE!” you scream. You look around frantically for help until you realize you’re the only one up here.
Looking over the side of the cloud again, you swallow the lump in your throat. “Oh dear Celestia, I’m going to regret this…” Taking a deep breath, you run forward and jump off the candy cloud after her.
You scream as you plummet through the air, flailing around for anything to grab a hold of. Besides you, you hear another scream and see Pinkie falling next to you.
“What are we screaming about?!?” Pinkie yells.
You couldn’t believe she was asking such a question. “WE’RE FALLING!”
Pinkie stops screaming and simply shrugs. “So?”
“WE’RE GONNA D-”
What you thought were your final words was interrupted as you hit something solid, but bouncy at the same time. Opening your eyes slowly, you look around to see the world drifting by slowly. Looking down, you try to comprehend what you were floating on. It looked like a giant, translucent brown bubble and smelled of…
“Sarsaparilla?” you ask. Pinkie floats by lazily on a bubble that’s about the same size as yours.
“You were saying?” she asks teasingly.
The bubble touches down onto an equally brown lake that smells of sarsaparilla and you assume that this is ‘Sarsaparilla Springs’. Without any warning, the bubble pops and sends you face first into the spring. Forcing your way to the surface, you take a deep breath. Your nose stings from the carbonation and you rub at it vigorously, trying to stifle back a sneeze. You stop as you finally get chance to see your surroundings. Looking around, you realize you’re not in Equestria anymore. Licorice trees grew wild, bushes flowered with lollipops, and you were swimming in a lake of soda.
Pinkie surfaces right next to you and lets out a long belch. “S‘cuse me.” she says with a blush.
“Pinkie…. Where are we?” you ask as you watch a flock of marshmallow birds fly overhead.
Pinkie starts to backstroke around you. “Isn’t it obvious?”
“No, not really.” You slowly start to make your way to shore with Pinkie right on your heels. “Can you at least give me a hint?”
Pinkie goes from a backstroke to a butterfly. “Well... Anything can happen here.”
You wrack your brain, trying to figure out where in the world you were but come up with nothing. “I give up.” you finally admit as you reach the shore.
“Really?” Pinkie asks as she shakes herself dry. “I thought you were smart. You sure you don’t know?”
“No, Pinkie, I really don’t know. Where are we?”
Pinkie looks at you, disappointed for a moment, but then brightens up. “I’ll tell you if you catch me!” Pinkie yells before bolting off, leaving you in the dust.
Coughing up a substance that you’re sure is cinnamon, you rush after Pinkie Pie, hoping to get some answers.
“You sure you don’t want stop for a snack?” Pinkie asks as you chase her through the forest. Pinkie bucks at one of the trees and makes the fruit fall down on you. It’s then that you realize it’s not fruit, but a bunch of pies that fell on you. You try to shake the pastries off, but only manage to make yourself dirtier in the process.
You hear Pinkie Pie laughing ahead of you. "Nyuck, nyuck, nyuck!"
You leap forward and try to grab Pinkie, but she slips through your grasp.
“Woop woop woop woop woop!” she cries as she runs away.
You chase Pinkie for five minutes before she stops and faces you. “Watch out!” she screams as she point to the sky. You look up just in time as a large, golden disk falls down and smothers you. It proves soft enough to actually rip your way through it. “Is...Is this a giant pancake?” you ask as you pull yourself out.
Pinkie takes a bite out of the pancake. “What else would it be?” she asks playfully, spraying crumbs everywhere. Seeing an opportunity, you try to pounce Pinkie Pie, but miss yet again as she runs off at the last second.
You finally manage to catch her at Jello Plains, jumping on a trampoline-sized patch of gelatin. Pinkie bounces through the air, giggling each time she’s thrown higher and higher, and doesn’t seem to notice you. With a running start, you jump onto a patch of red jello and propel yourself through the air towards Pinkie.
“Gotch’ya!” you exclaim as you tackle her into another gelatinous platform.
“Yay! You caught me!” Pinkie yells as both of you are thrown into the air again.
“So, where are we?” you ask. Instead of answering, Pinkie kisses you deeply. You’re so lost in the kiss that you don’t even notice when you bounce upwards again. Pinkie pulls back from the kiss and smiles at you as you soar through the air. She leans forward and whispers in your ear.
“You’re dreaming.”
* * * * * * * * *
Your eyes snap open and you sit up quickly. Looking around the room, you can’t help but confused.
This isn’t Jello Fie-… Wait… that was a dream, you think as you get out of bed. You don’t even realize Pinkie got out of bed until she comes bouncing in, carrying a tray on your back.
“Good morning~!” Pinkie exclaims as she sets the tray down on the bed. “I had the bestest dream ever! Everything was made of candy and you chased me around and then we were bouncing on jello and then I woke up and you were in my bed so I got up and made breakfast!”
You look at Pinkie, shocked at what she was telling you. “Pinkie, I had the same-” Before you can say anymore, Pinkie stuffs a pancake into your mouth.
“I looked at all the stuff in your pack, I hope you don’t mind! I saw all those neat-o sweets and wanted to start right after breakfast!” Pinkie says as she takes a bite of pancake, followed by a swig of maple syrup.
You swallow your pancake and look for something to drink, only to find nothing. Following Pinkie’s lead, you grab the bottle of syrup and take a sip.
“I had some ideas of my own I might want to try out,” you mention as you grab another pancake.
The discussion moves away from the plans for the Candy Sutra to current events in Ponyville. Pinkie mentions something about Applejack going on vacation sometime soon, but other than that, everything was ‘same old, same old,’ as Pinkie had put it.
You and Pinkie finish breakfast quickly, and begin to clean up the mess. “I’ll take care of the dishes,” you offer as you grab the tray.
“Great! While you do that, I’ll get set up over here!” Pinkie says as she roots around through your saddlebag.
You balance the tray of dirty dishes on your back and quickly make your way down the stairs and into the kitchen. Pinkie’s enthusiasm has rubbed off on you; you were washing the dishes eagerly. As quickly as you could, in fact, just so that you could get back up to see what she had planned. As you finish washing the last dish, you realize that Mr. and Mrs. Cake had still not appeared. Looking into the window, you notice the “Closed” side of the sign was facing outwards. You head back upstairs and walk into Pinkie’s room.
“Hey Pinkie, have you seen Mr. and Mrs... Cake...” your voice trailed off as you took in the site before you. Pinkie laid out on the bed, spreadeagle position.
“Let’s play a game,” Pinkie says with a sly grin. “Find the spots on me that aren’t sweet and you win a prize.”
“What do you mean...Aren’t sweet?” you ask as you climb onto the bed.
Pinkie giggles. “I’ll give you a hint. The first one is on my tummy.”
Lowering your head down to Pinkie’s stomach, you smell her coat and the shampoo she uses, a pink bubblegum concoction she buys at the spa, but you also smell something else. Something tart. Finding the spot that smells the strongest of tart, you place your tongue on her stomach and finally realize what the smell was.
“Sourball?” you ask Pinkie.
She sticks her tongue out and reveals one of the green sourballs you made last night. “Four more.” she says before sticking the sourball back into her mouth.
Knowing what to look for now, you set to work.
Pinkie’s breathing grows shallow as you move your muzzle across her body. Finding a tart spot on her neck, you nip at her, eliciting a squeak from her.
“T-Three more...”
You continue along Pinkie’s front right leg and find a spot on her ankle. Knowing it’s her week spot, you can’t help but tease her by tracing your tongue across the whole thing, making her squirm and moan aloud. Finishing up the spot, you look up to Pinkie and can’t help but chuckle at her dreamy-eyed expression.
“Two...” she says, nearly above a whisper.
The next spot wasn’t too far from the first and was inside her underarm. Pinkie had told you before that she was very ticklish and this becomes apparent when her laughs echo through the entire house as your tongue traces across her underarm. By the end of it, Pinkie was in tears and her entire face was bright red.
“O-o-o-one more!” she gasps out, trying to catch her breath.
The last place was obvious, but there was no way you couldn’t call it sweet. Placing your lips onto hers, you and Pinkie share a sweet and sour kiss. Her tongue finds its way into your mouth and you can’t help but taste the sourball she had been eating earlier. And while you’ve never been a fan of sour candy, you can’t help but enjoy what it turned this kiss into. You pull away from the kiss and grin mischievously at Pinkie.
“What?” she asks.
“Didn’t you say I win a prize?”
Pinkie looks confused for a moment, but then nods her head as she remembers, apparently forgetting what she said when lost in the moment. “It’s your turn.” she says. “Do whatever you want to me.”
Your entire face goes red.
She couldn’t mean... you shake the visions out of your head and turn to your saddlebag. Reaching in, you grab a large coil of red rope.
“I’m going to need some help getting this set up.” you say.
Pinkie raises an eyebrow. “What’s the rope for?” she asks.
“Licorice.” you correct.
Getting the licorice tied around the rafters was harder than you had imagined. Luckily, you made it happen with Pinkie’s help. By the end, there were eight strands of licorice, each about an inch thick, hanging from the ceiling. The next part was tricky, however. Positioning the table under the licorice, you had Pinkie lay on her back with her hooves in the air.
“Okay, what next?” she asks.
You didn’t know the first thing about bondage, but the idea interested you. You knew that the licorice ropes had to support all of her weight, so you begin to tie them to key points of her body so they hold her without being too uncomfortable. By the end of it, Pinkie is hanging upside down, her hooves bound together and swinging freely.
“I didn’t know you were into these sort of things.” Pinkie says as she adjusts herself.
“Neither did I...” you say under your breath. Reaching back into your saddlebag, you take out a final piece of licorice that’s shorter than the others. Carrying it in your mouth, you walk towards Pinkie and push her, making her spin. As her rump comes into view, you throw your head back and bring the licorice whip down on her, making her squeak aloud.
Setting the whip down, you spin Pinkie the opposite way until she’s facing you. “How was that?” you ask.
Pinkie Pie blushes heavily. “Umm... Can you do it again?” she asks bashfully.
“If that’s what you want, Kinky Pie,” you say teasingly. You spin Pinkie Pie around again and pick up the licorice whip and bring it down again. Pinkie moans aloud this time, obviously enjoying it. You decide to try another spot and manage to get the licorice whip to hit her back, making her moan even louder.
“Wow, Kinky Pie. You are really enjoying this. If I had known, I would have made a candy cane bit to go with it.”
You keep this up for what feels like a half an hour before stopping. Pinkie’s rump was bright red and her back had red streaks across it. It looked painful, but she just spun upside down with a satisfied smile on her face.
“You okay, Pinkie?” you ask.
“YOU SPIN ME RIGHT ROUND, BABY RIGHT ROUND LIKE A RECORD, BABY! RIGHT ROUND ROUND ROUND!” Pinkie cries out as she spins around in a circle.
“Uhhhh Pinkie? Are you okay?” Pinkie doesn’t answer you, but instead keeps smiling.
“I think it’s time we get you down form there.” you say as you begin to untie Pinkie. As you undo one of the knots, one of the licorice ropes breaks, causing Pinkie to jerk violently and snaps her out of her daze. She looks up at the rafters and frowns. “Well that’s not good.” she says. Following her gaze, you watch as the licorice ropes begin to fray and stretch. You jump to grab Pinkie before she falls, but only serve as a landing pad for her as she comes crashing down. You and Pinkie groan aloud in pain and help each other to your hooves. You both stop dead when you hear a voice from the other side of the door.
“Oh, I hope they’re okay.”
You and Pinkie look at each other, wide eyed. She motions her eyes towards you and then towards the door. Taking the hint, you walk along the wall and reach out and grab the doorknob. Flinging the door open, you are shocked to see two ponies you know fall onto the floor in front of you.
“MR. AND MRS. CAKE?” you yell aloud.
Mrs. Cake scramble to her hooves and stumbles across her words. “O-o-oh! Uh, Hi! We were just, ah, well, that is, were...”
It’s obvious that Mrs. Cake didn’t expect to be caught in this situation.
“We were looking for the bathroom!” Mr. Cake finally chimes in, wearing a sheepish smile.
“Yes! That’s it!” Mrs. Cake exclaims. “This isn’t it, so we’ll be going now!”
“But you live here.” you say, shattering their already flimsy story.
“Oh, well... Umm...” Mrs. Cake looks desperately for the right words, but finds nothing.
Pinkie Pie gasps aloud as she puts the pieces together. “Oh my gosh! Were you spying on us?!?” Pinkie asks, almost enthusiastically.
Mrs. Cake opens her mouth, but stops and sighs heavily. “Yes. We were. I’m sorry! It’s just the thing with the chocolate and whip cream went over so well and I wanted to know what I could do next.” The fact that Mrs. Cake was watching you didn’t shock you as much as what she was now admitting.
“...What you could do next?” you ask.
Mr. Cake nods. “I’m to blame for this entire mess... I saw you two well, going at it it yesterday. The Mrs. here has been complaining that things have been a little...Boring lately and I got this notion to try it out with her.”
Mrs. Cake blushes heavily and nods her her head. “It was definitely something new... When I asked him where he came up with that, he told me about you two and well... I just had to see more.”
Everyone was silent for the longest time before Pinkie Pie speaks up
“So, what did you think?” she asks.
“Uhh... Well... I don’t know about the whole whipping thing.” Mr. Cake says bashfully.
“Umm I may want to try that out...” Mrs. Cake says above a whisper.
Mr. Cake eyes go wide and turns to his wife. “A..Are you sure about that, Cupcake?”
Mrs. Cake leans in and whispers something into Mr. Cake’s ear, making his entire face go bright red. He reaches for you and grabs you by the shoulders.
“How long would it take to make more licorice?” he asks sharply.
“Uh, maybe a day?” you sputter out, taken aback by Mr. Cake’s brashness.
Mrs. Cake looks a little disappointed by the news. “What do you do until then?”
Pinkie puts a hoof around Mrs. Cake’s shoulder and brings her close. “You see, this is what you do...” she says before whispering something to Mrs. Cake. At one point, Mrs. Cake gasps aloud. “Oh my... I never thought to use cherries for that!” she says with a giggle.
When Pinkie’s done with Mrs. Cake, she turns to both of you. “I’m REALLY sorry for all of this. I feel horrible for spying on you two during such an intimate moment.”
You feel yourself blush and you rub the back of your head with your hoof. “It’s okay. Just wait for the book to come out, okay?”
“Book?” Mrs. Cake asks quizzically.
“Yup! I’m writing a book! The Candy Sutra! It’ll have everything we’ve been doing it!” Pinkie says proudly.
Mr. Cake lets out a sigh of relief. “Thank Celestia! I don’t think I’d be able to live with myself if we kept spying on you like that. Come on, Cupcake, let’s leave these two alone,” he says as he nuzzle Mrs. Cake.
Without a word, the two bolt down the stairs, nipping at each other and giggling like two young lovers.
“Well... That was awkward.” you say as you close the door.
Pinkie nods. “I don’t think I can go on knowing they’re doing something in the other room.”
An awkward silence fills the room for some time before you finally say something.
“I think I have some cherries at my house.”
Pinkie turns to you. “And I know a shop that sells fresh whipped cream.”
Without a word, you and Pinkie bound down the stairs and into the streets of Ponyville, laughing and kissing each other. You were happy and it was all because of the sweetest pony in all of Equestria. Pinkie Pie plants a kiss on your lips and smiles as you make it to your house.
“I love you.”
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ratmage99
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1499
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Scootaloo,Sweetie Belle,Dark,Sad,Tragedy,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
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The Cutie Mark Tragedies
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Dark, depressing, with a macabre style, if you like grimdark stories, this is for you.
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incomplete
| 14 | 1 |
<p>Darkness. That is all that lies ahead for the Cutie Mark Crusaders, or rather, the remaining two. Can Scootaloo cope with the death of her best friend? Can Sweetie Belle ever bring herself to sing after what happened to Apple Bloom? A dark story of how darkness often preempts itself awaits.</p>
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teen
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2011-10-16T03:37:07+00:00
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2011-10-16T03:37:07+00:00
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Three days... Scootaloo lay on the floor of the Cutie Mark Crusaders' clubhouse, her purple mane wildly strewn about her head. Her eyes were dull, missing their usual vigor and lust for life.She stared blankly at the wall, seeming to look through the wooden paneling and all that lay behind it. Three days... Her mind repeated this over and over. Three days ago... She closed her eyes, the gory scene replaying itself in her mind. Cutie Mark Crusaders Farmers... what a stupid idea... It hadn't been Scootaloo's idea, Applejack suggested that they help out, but it had been her idea to try to use the wheat thresher. Scootaloo shook her head, trying to break herself free from the stupor she had been in since it had happened. Her attempt was unsuccessful. Her stomach growled, momentarily reminding her that she hadn't eaten in days. She ignored the sound as best as she could, thinking of how nice it could be to fade away slowly, leaving behind only bones. A thud resounded behind Scootaloo, causing her to jump. She turned to see Sweetie Belle standing next to her, a large basket of apples sitting on Sweetie Belle's side opposite Scootaloo. Sweetie belle sat down on her haunches, coughing a bit.
"Didn't mean to disturb you." Sweetie Belle said quietly, her head hanging low. A small grunt was the only reply that came. Sweetie Belle kicked at the ground a bit with one of her front hooves. "I don't blame you."
Scootaloo looked over at Sweetie Belle. Her eyes were bloodshot, and she appeared to have gotten about as much sleep over the past few days as she had: none. Her mane, which was usually pristine, now lay askew, with hairs sticking out randomly, the frizzed look giving the impression that she'd just come through a windstorm. Her coat was matted under her eyes from crying, and all-in-all, she looked like hell.
"Mind if I stay here with you?" Sweetie Belle asked. Scootaloo nodded slowly. Sweetie Belle laid down where she was, placing an apple in front of her friend. "You should eat."
"I'm fine..." Scootaloo lied. "I'm... I'm just fine..." She was, of course, not at all fine. She doubted she'd ever be fine again. She wasn't even able to think anymore without her mind wandering to the events three days ago. She allowed a few tears to begin their slow descent down her cheeks. These were the first tears that had passed her eyes in all of her life... at least that she could remember. "I miss her..." Scootaloo spoke softly, her voice wavering.
"Me too..." Sweetie Belle frowned. She turned from Scootaloo to wipe her tears away. She coughed a bit, her throat dry and scratchy. She trembled with every breath she took. "The fu- the fu-... The service was very nice." Sweetie Belle couldn't bring herself to say the word that she wanted. As soon as she said that... it would become real. If she said that... Apple Bloom would really be dead. "I wish you would've gone..."
"I haven't left the clubhouse..." Scootaloo said quietly. "I can't leave the clubhouse."
"What about your parents?" Sweetie Belle asked, her voice, although young, portraying a wisdom well beyond her years. "They'll miss you."
"No they won't." Scootaloo said quietly. "Mom doesn't care and Dad's probably drunk."
"At least come to the barn with me while I check to see if Applejack's alright." Sweetie Belle said, trying to be strong for her friend. Her heart ached as she looked at Scootaloo, seeming to have given up on life. Sweetie Belle sighed when Scootaloo didn't answer. "In that case, I'll be right back." Why did she have to be the grown-up? She would have loved nothing more than to keep crying her eyes out, but no, she had to pretend she wasn't affected so her friend wouldn't feel bad. She stepped out the door, looking back at Scootaloo one more time, seeing that her friend was now back to her routine of staring at the wall. She sighed, beginning the walk back to the barn. Apple trees were all over, their fruit not picked although the leaves were beginning to brown. A few apples had fallen to the ground and begun rotting. Sweetie Belle couldn't help but to think of the strange parallels between these fruits and Scootaloo. Normally vibrant, these dull brown orbs now sat on the ground silently, waiting for their time to disappear completely from the world, just as her friend now silently waited to rot into oblivion. She shook her head a bit, not wanting to make herself more depressed than she already was. She sighed, stepping up to the barn. She slowly pushed the door open.
"Hello? Applejack?" Sweetie Belle called out. She stepped inside, tripping over a small footstool. She dusted herself off, looking curiously at the overturned stool. "Applejack?!" She called out again, more worried this time. She stepped on a large hat, the top depressing a bit under her hoof. She recognized the hat as Applejack's favorite. She looked all around, but saw nothing until she looked up. A rope was tied to one of the wooden rafters, the knotting precise and expertly done. Sweetie Belle's eyes followed the rope down to the spot where it met with what was suspended from it. An orange pony with three apples on her flank. Her tongue was sticking out of her mouth and her neck seemed to be bent to the side. Her eyes were bereft of life, and her face showed no emotion. Sweetie Belle slowly stepped back, gasping. "A-Applejack?" Her eyes began to fill with tears. "Applejack?!" She screamed. "Applejack?!"
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<p>(2nd Person Sensual Fic starring Doctor Sigmund "You" and Rarity)</p><p>Rarity finally admits her problem and looks for some professional help and finds it in you, Ponyville's resident psychiatrist. The more you explore her problems and her mind, you can't help but find a place for this unicorn in your heart. But is it wise to let your emotions cloud your psychiatric judgement? Just how far will you go to make her happy?</p><p>This fic turned out to be much longer than the others and has some pretty large parts in it. And that's how I started writing even longer fics, which is great, isn't it?</p><p>And a side note: Did a little crossover collab with Coffeebean and his fic "Drunken Lullabies". You should check it out, if you haven't already.</p><p><a href="/story/1061/Drunken-Lullabies" rel="nofollow">http://www.fimfiction.net/story/1061/Drunken-Lullabies</a></p>
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teen
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2011-10-15T01:10:29+00:00
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2017-06-15T22:14:56+00:00
| 9,716 |
Open Hooves Counseling Center
“Rest Easy in Our Open Hooves”
PATIENT ADMISSION FORM
Name: Rarity
Species: Unicorn
Eye Color: Azure
Mane Color: Violet
Coat: Alabaster Ivory White
Cutie Mark: Three (Marquise Cut) Diamonds
Date: 4/23/1
DOB: None of your business
Age: Still not telling
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Contact Pony: Twilight Sparkle
Place of Residence: Ponyville Library
Current Living Arrangements: Homeowner (Carousel Boutique)
Occupation: Dressmaker
Number of Siblings: 1
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Primary Symptoms (Please Describe in Detail; Attach Any Relevant Documents):
I have this problem with the imperfect and messy. Every morning, I have to wash myself in just the right way, comb my mane a certain number of times, and eat the same breakfast every morning before I can even start my day. There was an incident at my friend Twilight’s house where a tree found its way in through a window and mucked up the whole place. While my other friend Applejack set about to remove said tree from the room, I was too preoccupied with all the books that fell off the shelves. It wasn’t until Applejack gave a heartfelt speech that I actually stopped and helped. For a while, my condition improved and was less ‘picky’ about all the minor details. But for some reason, things have gotten worse. I can’t sleep at night without checking and double checking orders, the slightest annoyance sends me over the edge, and I haven’t talked to my friends in over a week. It wasn’t until Twilight confronted me that I broke down and told her what was happening. She said I had a problem and that I needed to talk to a professional. Rainbow Dash’s fiancé directed me here and said you would be able to help. He said you were the best in Ponyville.
Past Psychiatric Treatment:
My parents sent me to a counselor at a young age for anxiety problems and prescribed me some sort of anti-anxiety medication for it, but stopped shortly after I started developing insomnia and cluster headaches.
Current Psychiatric Medicines: None
Present and Past Drug/Alcohol Use: Every Saturday, I have a glass of wine before I go to bed. It’s [strike]not so much a ritual, as a[/strike] a ritual.
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Resident Psychiatrist Notes:
Patient presents with possible obsessive compulsive nature that could be compounded by Generalized Anxiety Disorder. Her primary Doctor at Ponyville Urgent Care advised me to seek alternate forms of treatment instead of medication, pointing out her previous reaction. Truth be told, I never planned to prescribe anything in the first place. I’ve met with her friend Twilight Sparkle and she confided in me that Rarity is at her wit’s end and just wants to be happy again. I had to make sure she understood what she was saying. Every pony that has come in here has told me that they want to be normal, that they want to be like everyone else. But not her. She just wants to be happy. This is going to be an interesting case.
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<p>(2nd Person Sensual Fic starring Doctor Sigmund "You" and Rarity)</p><p>Rarity finally admits her problem and looks for some professional help and finds it in you, Ponyville's resident psychiatrist. The more you explore her problems and her mind, you can't help but find a place for this unicorn in your heart. But is it wise to let your emotions cloud your psychiatric judgement? Just how far will you go to make her happy?</p><p>This fic turned out to be much longer than the others and has some pretty large parts in it. And that's how I started writing even longer fics, which is great, isn't it?</p><p>And a side note: Did a little crossover collab with Coffeebean and his fic "Drunken Lullabies". You should check it out, if you haven't already.</p><p><a href="/story/1061/Drunken-Lullabies" rel="nofollow">http://www.fimfiction.net/story/1061/Drunken-Lullabies</a></p>
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teen
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2011-10-14T21:37:41+00:00
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2017-06-15T22:15:27+00:00
| 11,073 |
The grandfather clock in the corner of the room read 11:55 AM.
“Five more minutes.” You say to nopony in particular.
Taking another glance at the admission form, you try to get a feel for what to expect from your newest patient. Picking up your magnifying glass, you begin to look over Rarity’s handwriting for some clue into her personality. While it wasn’t an exact science, it had proved useful in the past.
Small hoofwriting… Could mean she’s a focused individual… you think as you glance it over. While the cursive itself was elegant and pleasing to the eye, something bugged you.
Third letter of each word is capitalized. Didn’t that mean cultural refinement? you ask yourself. You reach into your desk and retrieve a notebook and flip through a few pages before stopping at a particular one. Yup, there it is. I was right. And these tall t’s and d’s could mean vanity.
The sudden knock at the door makes you jump out of your chair, startling you out of your thoughts and sending the papers and magnifying glass into the air.
Acting quickly, you grab the magnifying glass with your mouth and scramble for the papers before stuffing everything into your desk drawer. As soon as things looked respectable, you clear your throat.
“Come in.”
Slowly, the door opens and a white unicorn stands in the doorway. Her purple mane looks unkempt and the bags under her eyes did nothing to hide the fact she’s had one too many sleepless nights.
“Come in and sit down Rarity. Oh, and close the door behind you.”
Rarity slams the door and stomps over to the couch before collapsing into a heap, sprawling out in an undignified fashion.
You wait for Rarity to say something, but she remains silent as she stares up at the ceiling.
“So… Rarity.” you begin. “Why don’t you tell me a bit about yourself?”
She rolls over onto her belly and looks at you with contempt. “You have everything you need in that paper I gave your secretary,” she says curtly “Or can’t you read it?”
Instead of sharing a few crass words with her, you smile warmly. “I assure you, I read it and re-read it. I just want to hear it from you.”
Rarity sighs heavily as she sits up on the couch and repositions herself, crossing her hind legs and putting her hooves in her lap.
She’s refined after all; that’s one, you think with a self-satisfied grin.
“Well, I run the Carousel Boutique out of my home. I get commissioned for my fabulous work from all over Equestria, since it’s clearly the best.”
And there’s the vanity. Two for two.
“I really don’t see why I need to see a psychiatrist. I mean, it’s not like I’m having second thoughts or anything, it’s just that… What if I’m overreacting?” she asks with a hopeful smile. “I mean, I’m not the toughest pony, not by a long shot and I would even label myself as being ‘delicate’, it's just... What if this is all just one big faux-pas?”
“We’re going to figure that out right now. Tell me a about some of the things that have been bothering you as of lately.”
Rarity takes a deep breath. “Well…”
As Rarity begins to rattle down an impressive list of grievances, from her bed sheets not being white enough to the hot tub water at the spa not being clean enough, you reach out and knock the mug of pencils on your desk over. Rarity immediately stops talking and stares intently at the mess.
You look to the pencils and then to Rarity. “Please continue,” you say nonchalantly.
“Aren’t you going to pick those up?” she asks sharply.
You shrug indifferently at the question. “I will later. Right now, I want to hear more about you.”
“O…Okay…” Rarity says shakily. “Well I… You see…” Rarity turns away from you but glances over at the pencils again. “…the thing is I… I…” Rarity’s left eye begins to twitch sporadically and she continues to stare at the mess of pencils. “I…I… I CAN’T TAKE IT ANYMORE!” she screams. Using her magic, she levitates the mug and pencils into the air and puts them back in their original place.
“Much better,” she says elatedly “Now as I was saying, I-”
Reaching out, you knock the mug over again, causing Rarity to gasp aloud. “You’re doing that on purpose!” she cries. You simply stare back at her, waiting for her to do it again. And sure enough, she sets everything back in order, taking great pains to arrange it in the way it had been when she had first walked in.
“THERE! Now don’t do it again!” she says sternly.
You slowly reach out for the coffee mug again.
Rarity stares daggers at you as your hoof draws close. “DON’T. YOU. DARE.” she says, her words dripping with anger. You retract your hoof and put it in your lap, eliciting a sigh of relief from the frazzled mare.
“Good, now-”
In one swift movement, you knock the mug over again before Rarity can react. Rarity’s eyes bug out of her head as the pencils once more fall, her mouth agape as they hit the floor one by one.
Rarity leaps forward and slams her hooves down on the desk. “WHY DO YOU KEEP DOING THAT?!?” she screams.
“Why do you keep picking them up?” you ask.
“Because!” she retorts as she picks the pencils up one by one, either forgetting she can just levitate them or too enraged to concentrate at the moment.
As Rarity bends down to pick up the final pencil, you step on it. She looks up at you, her mouth hanging agape.
“Because why?” you ask.
“Because it’s not right, you quack!” Rarity exclaims as she pushes your hoof away and picks the pencil up.
You let Rarity finish setting everything back up and calm down before saying anything else.
“I take it you’ve been spending a lot of time lately trying to make things ‘perfect’, am I right?”
“I guess...” Rarity says uneasily. “There’s nothing wrong with perfection, is there?”
“How often do you think you get the thought ‘This needs to be perfect’? Once, twice a day maybe? More?”
Rarity bites on her lower lip at the question and shifts uneasily in her seat. “More than a dozen seems closer, actually...” she says meekly.
“And aren’t these thoughts why you’re here today? Because you can’t sleep at night? Or go to the spa? Or talk to your friends?”
Rarity draws herself into the fetal position and remains silent.
“On a scale of one to ten, how anxious do you feel on a normal day when things aren’t perfect?”
She shakes her head “Eight... Maybe, nine...”
“And how long do you think you’ve had these thoughts?”
Rarity’s eyes begin to well up. “I don’t know...” Tears are starting to run down Rarity’s face as she tries shrink away from you.
Getting out of your chair, you take a seat next to Rarity. “How long?”
Rarity buries her face into your chest and cries openly. “Years...” she says breathlessly. You put a hoof around Rarity’s shoulder and draw her closer as her sobs turn into ragged cries.
“What’s wrong with me?”
Taking a deep breath, you try to find the right words. “It’s called Obsessive Compulsive Disorder or ‘OCD’ for short. In some cases, it’s benign and people live ordinary lives with it. In others, these thoughts and compulsions take a hold of everything and can turn their whole lives upside down.”
You do your best to comfort her as you continue to explain.
“People get it for all sorts of reasons. Emotional trauma, genetics, injury... The list goes on and on. The fact that you’ve realized that you’ve got a problem and that what you’re feeling is wrong has probably made things worse. But I’m going to help you.”
Rarity looks up at you, tears still streaming down her face.
“I’m going to be there for you, every step of the way and you’re never going to have to face any of it alone.”
Rarity tries to regain her composure as she chokes back more tears. “P-Promise?” she asks.
You hold Rarity a little closer. “Promise.”
For the longest time, Rarity doesn’t say anything and her tears fade. You continue to hold her as the minutes tick by, waiting for the sign that she’s okay.
“W...What do we do now?” she finally asks.
“Welp-” you say as you get to your hooves “You’ve already admitted that you’ve got a problem and we’ve identified it.” You say as you help Rarity up. “Now, we try to treat It.” you say plainly. Rarity gives you an odd look.
“And just how do we go about doing that?”
Going back around your desk, you reach into a drawer and pull out a sheet of paper. “There are many treatments for OCD, but because of your history, we’re going to avoid medication. Even then I wouldn’t recommend it. Instead, we’re going to try some cognitive-behavioral therapy.” you say as you reach down for a pencil.
“Cognitive-behavioral therapy?” Rarity mimicked as she cocked her head to the side.
You can’t help but smile at Rarity’s puzzled expression.
Cute. You think as you continue to write.
You spit the pencil out of your mouth and give her the paper.
“This is your homework for tonight.”
Rarity takes the paper and looks it over, her face contorting in confusion. “What is this? ‘Bring any number of dresses to next appointment at 8 AM sharp?’”
You give her a nod. “Trust me, it will all make sense later on. Now, I don’t want you to make anything tonight. I want you to bring me something you’ve already done.”
Rarity looks the paper over and gives you an odd look. “Why didn’t you just tell me instead of writing it down?”
You chuckle at the question and lead Rarity to the door. “Rarity mein fräulein, in my line of work, when a pony walks out that door, they don’t tend to do what I ask unless I’m there holding their hoof or write it out for them. And it’s not because they forget, it’s because they think it’s not going to help them. You get what I’m saying?”
Rarity looks at the note and then back to you. “Yes Doctor, I think I do.”
You give Rarity a smile as you walk with her out into the streets of Ponyville. “Good. Now I’m sorry I have to cut this short, but I’ve got to leave for a consult.”
“Of course Doctor, I understand. I’ll see you tomorrow, I promise!”
She’s getting better already you think with smile.
* * * * * * * * * *
“Damn it all!” the unicorn yells as he watches the golf ball sail off into the air. “Sliced it.”
“I still don’t see why you think magic will make your golf swing better, Bones.”
“And I still can’t figure out how you swing so well without it, Fritz.”
“Years of practice and a steady swing.”
“Yeah, yeah... Come on, let’s go find my golf ball.”
“Bones, I have to ask. Why do you still do your consults like this? I mean, doing them back at your office seems smarter.”
“Yeah, but it’s less fun. And besides, Dash has been dragging me all around, taking me wedding shopping and I haven’t had any time to play.”
“Oh yeah, I forgot to congratulate you on that. Glückwünsche.”
“Thanks. I’ll see you at the wedding, right?”
“Count on it.”
“So, how did it go with Rarity?”
“She’s definitely in a tight spot. Her OCD is making her miserable. But she wants to get better.”
“That’s what matters, right?”
“Right... Hey Bones?”
“Yeah?”
“You don’t need a consult, do you?”
“No...”
“You just wanted to play golf, didn’t you? Because the responsibility of marriage is getting to you and you just want a sense of normalcy?”
“Fritz, I hate it when you do that.”
“Do what?”
“...Never mind, just golf.”
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<p>(2nd Person Sensual Fic starring Doctor Sigmund "You" and Rarity)</p><p>Rarity finally admits her problem and looks for some professional help and finds it in you, Ponyville's resident psychiatrist. The more you explore her problems and her mind, you can't help but find a place for this unicorn in your heart. But is it wise to let your emotions cloud your psychiatric judgement? Just how far will you go to make her happy?</p><p>This fic turned out to be much longer than the others and has some pretty large parts in it. And that's how I started writing even longer fics, which is great, isn't it?</p><p>And a side note: Did a little crossover collab with Coffeebean and his fic "Drunken Lullabies". You should check it out, if you haven't already.</p><p><a href="/story/1061/Drunken-Lullabies" rel="nofollow">http://www.fimfiction.net/story/1061/Drunken-Lullabies</a></p>
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teen
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2011-10-14T21:51:44+00:00
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2011-10-14T21:51:44+00:00
| 9,695 |
Finding yourself with some free time, you fumble around with your Rubik’s Cube, hoping to solve it once and for all. “I know there’s a pattern for these things…” you think aloud “Left, turn, right, right, turn and…” you hold up the Rubik’s Cube that looked even more disorganized than before.
“Where is she?” you ask aloud as you throw the still-incomplete puzzle back into your desk. The grandfather clock read eleven AM. Getting up from your desk, you begin to pace around your office. Rarity didn’t strike you as the kind of pony who would just skip an appointment without giving some word in advance. Not only that, she genuinely acted like she wanted to get better. So why wouldn’t she show up? You couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong.
“Okay, that’s it,” you declare as you storm out of your office.
Upon hearing the commotion, your secretary gets up from her desk and begins to follow you. “Excuse me, Sir? Where are you going?” she asks.
“Move all of my appointments, Ms. Careheart,” you say as you slip on your jacket, “I have to track down a certain white unicorn.” Before Ms. Careheart could say a word, you make your way into the streets of Ponyville and slip into the crowd.
Maybe she forgot to set her alarm clock and slept in… you reason to yourself. She had been complaining about sleepless nights.
“Hello Doctor.”
You do a 180 and find yourself face to face with Twilight. You must have walked by her without noticing. “Oh, hello Twilight. How are you?”
“Other than the fact that Spike burned all of my parchment by accident, I can’t complain. I was just heading to that paper store across from Ditzy Doo Deliveries,”
“Oh, well don’t let me keep you,” you say as you take a tentative step forward.
“Wait!” Twilight yells, startling you. Then, uneasily, she asks, “Uh… How… How’s Rarity doing?”
“That’s what I’m trying to find out. She missed her appointment and I was just about to go check out her shop. You haven’t seen her, have you?”
Twilight shakes her head, “No, I haven’t. Come on, let’s go see how she is.”
You hold up a hoof and stop her. “No, it’s probably nothing. Maybe she overslept, or had something come up. I was just going to drop by and say how she is. You can go do what you need to do.”
Twilight opens her mouth and looks as if she’s going to argue a point, but stops. “Just say hi to her for me, okay? And that her friends are there for her?”
You can’t help but smile a bit at Twilight’s words. You wonder if Rarity knows exactly how lucky she is to have such good friends. “Of course I will. And take care.”
You leave Twilight and continue on your way to the Carousel Boutique, thinking up other possibilities as to why Rarity didn’t show up to pass the time. However, they get more outlandish the closer you get to the Carousel Boutique, and by the time you reach ‘zombie attack’, you’re standing on her doorstep. The shades were drawn up and a sign in the window read “Closed”.
You rap your hoof against the door a few times. “Hello?” you call, “Anypony home?”
You wait a few moments for a response, but receive none. You knock again, louder this time, but still no answer. Hesitantly, you let yourself in. As you look around the room, you knew that something was off. Clothes of all kinds and colors were strewn about the place, as if a very fashionable tornado blew through here not too long ago.
“Rarity?” you call out. “Are you here?”
Finding no sign of her on anywhere on the show floor, you begin to head towards the exit until you notice a distinct trail of clothes heading upstairs. You follow the trail up the stairs and through open doors that lead to what you could only assume was Rarity’s bedroom. Despite all the clothes strewn about the room, it looked rather elegant and pleasing to the eye. Quite fitting of her tastes, you think to yourself.
“Rarity?”
This time when you call out, you hear a grumble from underneath the pile of clothes on the bed, followed by a light snore. Walking over to the side of the bed, you move some of the clothes away to find Rarity sleeping away. You can’t help but chuckle at the way she snored and how it sounded both cute and ladylike at the same time. Rarity’s eyes flicker open and she mutters something under her breath before rolling back into bed.
“Rarity...”
“Five more minutes, Jeeves...” she grumbles in her sleep “I need my beauty sleep...”
You reach out and shake her shoulder. “Rarity, wake up.”
Finally, she sits up and covers her mouth as she yawns deeply.
“Good morning. Did you sleep well?” you ask.
Rarity stretches her forelegs above her head and yawns again. “Why yes I did, thank y-” she stops and midway looks at you quizzically. “What are you doing in my room?!?” she yells.
“I’m sorry! You didn’t show up and I just wanted to-”
“WANTED TO WHAT?” Rarity yells hysterically, making you jump back.
“I just wanted to see how you were.” you say, trying to calm her down.
She looks you over from head to toe, making you feel very uncomfortable. When she finishes scrutinizing you, she lets out a heavy sigh and hops down from her bed. “You could have knocked, you know.”
“I did. Twilight said she hadn’t seen you all day and I was going to leave and reschedule your appointment, but I-”
Rarity’s eyes bug out of her head when she hears the word ‘appointment’ and scrambles for her nightstand.
“Oh no! I overslept!” she cries as she holds up her alarm clock. “I’m so sorry! I was up until midnight because I couldn’t decide on a single dress to bring and I emptied out all of my drawers and I must have fallen asleep and my alarm clock didn’t go off and WHY ARE YOU LAUGHING?!”
You couldn’t help it. You didn’t notice it before, but a pair of black silk panties managed to get caught on her horn and when she talked, she moved her head around, causing them to whip back and forth. Rarity follows your gaze and looks up at her horn. “Oh dear Celestia, this is SO embarrassing!” she cries out as she dives into her bed, burying her face into her pillows.
You reach out and grab the panties with a hoof and feel your face become flushed as you handle them. “Hey, calm down. I’m sorry I laughed,” you say as you throw the panties over your shoulder “I came to check in on you because I was worried.”
Rarity brings her face up from the pillow and looks at you with deep, soulful eyes. “You were… worried? About me?”
You feel a lump form in your throat as Rarity stares at you. “Well... yeah,” you stutter as you take a seat next to her “Of course I was worried. Your friends are worried too. We all just want to see you get better.”
“Thank you.” she says with a smile. “I’m sorry I snapped at you like that. I have to remember that you’re here to help me...” Rarity’s smile disappears as she surveys the room. “Everything is such a mess...”
“Do you need any help?” you ask.
“Oh, I couldn’t ask you to do that! Besides, there are some… uh… delicate things that I’d rather not have you see…” Rarity says sheepishly.
You’re about to ask what she meant by ‘delicate things’, but then realize she was talking about the panties. “Of course, I understand. But still, I’d like to do something to help out… What about breakfast? You haven’t eaten yet. I could cook for you.”
“Well… I guess it couldn’t hurt.” Rarity says thoughtfully. “Afterwards, can we go to your office and make up that appointment?”
“Sure, that-” you stop yourself and feel yourself grin ear to ear. “I got a better idea. Let’s do the therapy here! We’ll be in an environment you’re comfortable with.”
Rarity claps her hooves together. “Lovely idea! Now that we have a plan of attack, let’s get started!” she declares as she sets to work. You leave Rarity to her work and explore the Carousel Boutique. After a bit of wandering around, you find the kitchen down the hall from Rarity’s room. The kitchen was relatively simple; a refrigerator, pantry, oven, sink, a table, and two chairs. Oddly enough, it didn’t share the same elegance and high quality as the rest of the house. You check the refrigerator for what you have to work with and can’t help but sigh as you remember what Rarity said in her admission form.
…and eat the same breakfast every morning before I can even start my day.
The refrigerator contained at least ten of those ‘Instant Biscuit Roll’ tins you find at the store. All you had to do was pull a string and they would pop open, revealing six doughy balls that only needed to be baked. Other than that, there was all the stuff you would expect to find in a fridge. Fruits, vegetables, milk, butter, eggs, et cetera. Moving to the pantry, you continue your search.
“Apple chips, popcorn, fruit preserves, jam… Hmm…”
You reach into a shelf that contained a variety of spices and pull out a few bottles. “Cinnamon and brown sugar.” you say aloud.
What does that remind me of? Cinnamon…Brown sugar…Biscuits…
You gasp aloud as you finally realize what to make for breakfast and set to work. “She is going to love this!”
* * * * * * * * * * *
“…Monkey bread?” Rarity asks again, still uncertain about the name.
“Yeah, that’s its name.” you say as you point to the dish in front of you. It looked like a large, light brown wheel with a slight sheen to it.
“What is it?” she asked as she poked it a few times.
“It’s good, that’s what it is.” you say as you fish a knife out of the utensil drawer. You cut out a small piece of the monkey bread and put it on a plate in front of Rarity, who starts scrutinizing every inch of it.
“It’s just cut up biscuits, melted brown sugar and butter, and cinnamon sugar,” you explain. “My roommate in college showed me how to make it.”
You cut yourself a piece and take a big bite from it. “Come on. Eat up. It won’t bite."
Rarity closes her eyes and gingerly reaches out, taking a small bite from it. “Mmm! This is excellent!”
“Now isn’t this better than biscuits and jam?”
Rarity gives you an odd look and swallows a mouthful of monkey bread. “How did you know that’s what I usually have for breakfast?” she asks quizzically.
“The score of biscuit rolls and jam you have on stock. I used to do the same thing while working through college. Cheap and easy breakfast.” you say with a smile. The smile disappears as you recall the financial hardships that forced you into that situation. “And lunch… and dinner…”
Rarity finishes her breakfast and walks over to the sink. “Where did you go to college, if you don’t mind me asking?” she asks as she washes her plate.
“Canterlot Medical School,” you say through a mouthful of monkey bread.
She looks at you, stunned. “I’ve never heard of an earth pony going to a Canterlot school before.”
“I get that a lot,” you say with a chuckle, “My roommate was the only one who wasn’t surprised. He actually encouraged me, saying that the mind needs a doctor as much as the body.”
“And what about this roommate you keep mentioning?” Rarity asks as she puts away the now clean plate. “What was his name?”
“Oh, but you already know him,” you say as you grab another piece of monkey bread, “He’s engaged to your friend, Dash.”
“Oh wow, HE was your roommate? What was he like in college?” she asks excitedly, apparently looking from some gossip.
“He was hard working, that’s for sure. He always said he had this weird kind of luck that ran his family, though. Something bad would happen to him and then something good would happen to balance it all out.”
“It makes sense now. Did you hear how he proposed to Dash?” she asks with a giggle. “He took her out to a romantic picnic by the lake and hid the diamond engagement earring in her glass of champagne.”
“It does sound pretty romantic.” you say as you finish up your plate.
“It was supposed to be romantic.” Rarity says as she tries to keep a straight face. “Rainbow Dash was supposed to find it in the bottom of the glass, but she drank the whole thing in one gulp and swallowed it whole!” she says before breaking out in a high pitched laughter.
You try to stifle a laugh, but you can’t help it. “Oh my goddess, what happened?”
Rarity was trying to regain her composure, but it proved too difficult. “He rushed Rainbow Dash to the hospital and told her she swallowed her wedding gift. At first she was so happy and couldn’t stop saying ‘ohmygoshohmygoshohmygosh’, but she changed her tune when he told her she needed to take a laxative to get it back.”
You couldn’t hold it anymore and break down with laughter. It was that kind of laughter that left your sides sore and your eyes full of tears. “Oh wow... That definitely sounds like his luck. That’s funnier than the time he got that toilet seat stuck around his neck at the graduation party...” you say with wheeze. “What happened next?”
“Once the earring... uh... passed...” she said with a grimace, “He cleaned it up, thankfully, and proposed right there on the spot. In the end, after all of the trouble they had, they finally got their happy ending!” she says dreamily. “Their wedding is in three weeks from now.”
“I take it Ponyville still does public weddings?” you say, finally bringing yourself down from your laughing fit.
“Yes, it’s remained the tradition,” Rarity says as she levitates two cans of fruit punch out of the refrigerator. “Pinkie Pie and her boyfriend are the ones doing all the planning. You should see those two, chasing each other around giggling as they make the foodstuffs and decorations...” Rarity lets out a deep sigh and looks down at the floor. “One by one, my friends are finding the loves of their lives... I know I should feel happy for them, but I can’t help but feel jealous, too.”
“Why do you think you feel jealous?” you ask.
“It’s because of the fiasco at the Grand Galloping Gala!” she exclaims. “I was supposed to meet my Prince and fall madly in love with him and get married, but he turned out to be a huge, narcissistic jerk!” Rarity was now yelling at the top of her lungs. “HE EVEN USED ME AS SHIELD, JUST SO HE WOULDN’T GET DIRTY! JUST THINKING OF HIM MAKES ME SO MAD!”
You remain quiet and let Rarity continue her rant. When she finally stops and calms down, you speak up.
“Do you feel better?” you ask.
Rarity nods once, now seeming embarrassed that she managed to get that angry.
“Your anxiety problems... Did they become more frequent after the Grand Galloping Gala?”
Rarity thinks for a moment and then nods thoughtfully. “Why, yes, they did, actually.”
“Do you think it’s possible your anxiety might have something to do with not finding your ‘Perfect Prince’? It may not be the cause of it completely, but do you think it could have played a part?”
She sighs and slumps down into her chair in an undignified fashion. “It definitely didn’t help... I thought we’d fall in love and live happily ever after... But life is never like a fairy tale...”
You see tears start to form in her eyes.
“Rarity, I’m sorry things didn’t work out the way you planned, but you need to move on. You’re feeling mad and hurt, and you have a right to. You’re a wonderful pony who deserves so much more than a jerk that would use you as a shield.” Your words seem to uplift Rarity and bring her out of her slump. “You can’t let this get you down. You’ll find your true prince one day and have a bright and happy future. I’m sure of it.”
“That’s sweet of you to say,” she says with a sniffle “And you’re right. I have to stop pitying myself. I’m sure I’ll find a stallion out there who’s kind and loving...” Rarity inches a bit closer to you and stares into your eyes. “Caring...” you find yourself leaning in as well and less than a inch away from her face. “Handsome...” she says, breathlessly.
You snap out of your daze and get to your hooves. “So...” you clear your throat and motion towards the door. “Do you still want to do the therapy?”
“Oh, yes! Sure!” Rarity says, sounding a little frazzled.
“Okay, good. I’ll head downstairs, you grab some dresses.” you say.
“Oh no, not this again!” Rarity cries. “I STILL don’t know what to use!”
“Tell you what, just grab the first three dresses you find. Does that work?”
Rarity lets out a sigh of relief. “Okay, that I can do. But you still haven’t told me what they’re for.”
“Well, my dear, it’s quite simple,” you say with a smile “We’re going to change your view of perfection.”
You leave Rarity to ponder your words and make your way to show floor for a different kind of fashion show.
* * * * * * * * * * *
“Are you ready?” you call out.
“I still don’t see how this is supposed to help.” Rarity says from behind the screen.
“Do you trust me?” you ask.
“Well, yes, but-”
“Then come on out.”
Rarity poked her head out from behind the changing screen first and then finally walked out into the middle of the room. She wore a red satin dress that glittered ever so slightly in the light.
“What do you think?” Rarity asks as she does a quick pirouette.
“Wunderbar...” you say with a goofy smile. Rarity notices you staring and you snap yourself out of your daze. “Th-The dress I mean. It looks wonderful. Well, now... This dress. Would you label it as perfect?”
“Well of course it is!” she declares “I put a lot of work into this one and didn’t stop until it was très magnifique!”
“I’m sorry, Rarity, but this is going to be very tough for you.”
Rarity gives you an odd look. “What’s going to be tough?” she asks nervously.
“I’m going to have to ask you to rip that dress.”
Rarity gasps aloud at your request and backs up. “ARE YOU MAD?!?” she yells. “This dress is perfect in every sense of the word! I spent DAYS getting every stitch just right and didn’t sleep until it was done! I can’t just ‘rip it’!”
“And that’s your problem. Putting your heart and soul into your work is one thing, but you’re letting it consume your life.”
Rarity turns her back to you. “That’s a lie,” she says haughtily.
“Rarity, you just told me you didn’t sleep until it was ‘perfect’. I’d venture a guess that you didn’t eat either.” She didn’t say anything, but you knew you were right. “The very idea of damaging a dress is probably alien to you and akin to a sin. But you need to let go of your conquest for perfection if you’re to get any better.”
“But why does it have to be my dress?” she demands as she stomps her hoof down. “Why couldn’t we start with something smaller?”
You couldn’t help but smile at the question. “You haven’t realize it yet, have you? We’ve already done the small stuff. You slept in, haven’t combed your mane yet, and you had a different kind of breakfast this morning. And yet here you are, perfectly fine and functional.”
Her mouth goes agape as she finally realizes it. “You’re right... I know my mane’s a mess and I’m not nervous or ‘freaking out’ about it.” Rarity sighs heavily as she looks over her outfit. “Does it have to be a HUGE rip? I mean, can it be small and hardly noticeable?”
You walk over to Rarity and circle around her. “Hmm... I don’t know. Maybe a rip like...THIS.” In a flash, you grab a hold of the back of Rarity’s dress and pull it. She cries out at the sound of tearing fabric.
“HOW COULD YOU?” she screams.
“I did it to show you you’re completely fine! The world hasn’t ended, you didn’t get hurt, you’re FINE. The only thing that has changed is that you have a hole along your back that you have to fix.”
Rarity cranes her head and inspects the damage. “Oh no! It’s ruined! That’s no hole, it’s a gash! It’s hideous now!” The tear along Rarity’s back started at the base of her neck and went down to the middle of her back.
“Actually...” you say as you examine your handiwork, “I think it looks rather nice.”
“WHAT?” Rarity yells. “HOW COULD IT LOOK ‘NICE’?”
“I mean, if you were to just clean it up a bit and keep the back exposed like that it would look rather... Well...”
“What? How would it look like?” Rairty asks, now curious.
“Well, for lack of better word... sexy...” you say bashfully.
Rarity looks at the tear thoughtfully and a grin starts to form across her face. “I think you’re on to something. If I were to just fix up the edges a bit and widen it out just a tad it would be even better than before!”
“In truth, Rarity... There’s no such thing as perfection.” Rarity looks at you as if you had just told her the Tooth Fairy didn’t exist. “Perfect is just a word we give to something. It has no real meaning. What’s perfect to you can be imperfect to others.”
“I don’t understand,” she says with a puzzled look.
Sighing, you try to recall something you read a while back. “There are tribes of ponies who live in the heart of the jungle who use diamonds for ceremonial purposes. They believe that when somepony dies, their soul goes into the earth and becomes a diamond. So they unearth them and put them on display for the world to see, declaring 'This is the beauty of the soul!' When a band of explorers came across them, they tried to show them how to cut and polish diamonds, but they were driven away because the tribe believed it to be an affront to the spirits. They believe a diamond is perfect when it comes out of the ground. Does that make any sense?”
Rarity is quiet for some time, but then finally nods her head. “Yes, I think I see what you mean.”
“Good. Now we’re getting somewhere. So why don’t you change and this time, you can rip the dress.”
Rarity’s eye twitches visibly. “Oh sweet, merciful Celestia...”
By the end of the whole ordeal, Rarity was flustered and she had three dresses she wanted to mend. But she wasn’t mad, she was actually smiling. You and her walk out of the Carousel Boutique, Rarity thinking aloud about how to improve the dresses that were torn during your session.
“I can turn that satin dress into a haltertop, the formal gown into kimono wrap, and the column wedding dress into a miniskirt! This is great, for the first time in a week, I actually have the drive to work! Thank you so much, darling!” Rarity reaches out and hugs you tightly.
“It’s no trouble at all. I’m just happy to see you smile.”
“You’ve been so great, I don’t know how to repay you!” Rarity says as she lets you go. “Wait! I know! I’ll make you a new suit! Something refined and scholarly! That’s it!” Rarity plants a kiss on your cheek and runs back into the Carousel Boutique, but not before waving goodbye. “Ta ta, love!”
“Ta ta...” you mimic under your breath as you rub the cheek that Rarity kissed. The clock tower chimes and knocks you out of your trance.
“Oh no, my other appointment!”
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<p>(2nd Person Sensual Fic starring Doctor Sigmund "You" and Rarity)</p><p>Rarity finally admits her problem and looks for some professional help and finds it in you, Ponyville's resident psychiatrist. The more you explore her problems and her mind, you can't help but find a place for this unicorn in your heart. But is it wise to let your emotions cloud your psychiatric judgement? Just how far will you go to make her happy?</p><p>This fic turned out to be much longer than the others and has some pretty large parts in it. And that's how I started writing even longer fics, which is great, isn't it?</p><p>And a side note: Did a little crossover collab with Coffeebean and his fic "Drunken Lullabies". You should check it out, if you haven't already.</p><p><a href="/story/1061/Drunken-Lullabies" rel="nofollow">http://www.fimfiction.net/story/1061/Drunken-Lullabies</a></p>
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“I’m sorry I’m late!” you cry out as you burst through your office doors, “My other appointment carried over a bit.”
You circle around and take a seat at your desk. “Now, tell me what’s wrong,” you ask as you retrieve your glasses from the desk drawer.
“I’ll tell you what’s wrong!” Pinkie Pie screams “He doesn’t love me anymore!”
The earth pony sitting by Pinkie side tries to reach out to her, but she shrinks away.
“Pinkie, please! You’re being unreasonable!”
You let out a heavy sigh as you realize that you had just become a couple’s counselor for these two.
“Listen, I can’t help you unless you tell me what’s wrong.”
“Oh, he knows what he did!” Pinkie says with a snarl, making both of you jump back. You had never seen her like this before. Not only was her personality a complete polar opposite of her usual bubbly self, but her appearance was different as well. Her coat seemed to be a darker shade of pink than before and her mane was no longer bright and curly, but dull and flat.
The stallion with her—you assumed that he was the boyfriend Rarity had mentioned—was looking quite disheveled, like he hadn’t slept in weeks.
“Well, he may know, but I don’t,” you say as you look over the file. Nurse Careheart had simply put ‘lover’s quarrel’ under the reason for counseling. “Please, start from the beginning. What’s going on between you two?”
“He never wants to do anything with me anymore!” Pinkie exclaims as she throws her hooves into the air. “All he does is sleep all day and spend his nights making candy that he won’t even share with me!”
“Pinkie, I’ve had so many orders coming in and whenever I try to talk to you, you ignore me!”
“THAT’S BECAUSE—”
“QUIET!” Both Pinkie and her boyfriend stop yelling at each other and turn to you, startled.
“I am not going to be the referee to a screaming contest. This is what we’re going to do: Pinkie is going to talk and then you are. You’re both going to get a chance to speak and tell me your side of the story. Fair?” The two look to each other for a moment and then give you a nod.
Pinkie takes a deep breath and seems to calm down a bit. “I can understand that he needs time to fill out a few orders, but when he’s spending all day in the kitchen and all night working, I can’t help but feel unloved. When he finishes work, he runs off somewhere during the day and sleeps on the couch at night,” Pinkie says with a sniffle. “I just want things back when we first met…”
“And just how did you react to this lack of attention?”
“I got sad,” Pinkie says as she reaches for a tissue on your desk, “Then he stopped helping me plan Dashie’s wedding and I got mad.”
“Why did this make you mad?” you ask before jotting down a few notes.
“A wedding is a special time for a pony! It’s like the most important party of their life and he’s supposed to be there for me and he hasn’t!”
“And that’s pretty much the extent of what’s going on between you two?” you ask. Pinkie nods her head quickly.
“Now it’s your turn,” you say as you turn to Pinkie’s boyfriend, “why are a few orders stopping you from spending time with Pinkie Pie?”
The earth pony sighs and reaches for the saddlebag underneath his chair. “It isn’t a few orders; it’s a lot of orders. I’ve got my ledger right here.”
He flips open the book and begins paraphrasing a page.
“Thirty feet of licorice, five-hundred candy buttons, one hundred twenty-five sour balls, two-hundred candy necklaces and the list goes on! Ever since we published that book, I’ve had people ordering candy from all over Equestria and I can’t keep up with the demand unless I work all day.”
You nod thoughtfully as you begin to understand how such a workload could put a strain on the relationship. “What’s this about sleeping on the couch?”
The earth pony grimaces at the question and shifts uneasily in his chair. “Umm… Pinkie? I don’t know how to tell you this...”
“What? What’s wrong? What did I do?” Pinkie asks nervously
“No, no! You didn’t do anything wrong,” the earth pony says as he draws Pinkie closer to him, “it’s just that… You snore.”
Pinkie stops crying and looks dumbfounded. “I…Snore?”
“Yeah… I’m sorry, but you do. I can’t get any sleep so I move to the couch.”
You aren’t surprised by the fact that part of the problem was a misunderstanding. Pinkie thought that he didn’t want to sleep in the same bed as her, when really; it was just that he couldn’t sleep. You can’t even begin to count the times that you’ve had somepony come in with a problem and it turned out to be just a lack of communication.
“Doesn’t it feel better to get that kind of stuff out in the open? It helps to clear away any misunderstanding.”
“What do we do now, Doctor?” Pinkie asks as she wipes away her tears.
“Well, I think it would be smart to pay a visit to your local doctor and see what he can do for you about the snoring. As for your conflict, I suggest a compromise.”
“Compromise?” Pinkie asks curiously.
“Pinkie, I can see why you feel hurt and depressed, but from what it sounds like, you were being pretty passive-aggressive about this whole ordeal instead of trying to resolve these feelings. Instead of avoiding the problem and taking it out on him, confront him next time and just sit down with him. I’m sure he’d understand.”
Pinkie looks away bashfully as she begins to realize how she’s been acting. Pinkie’s boyfriend nods in agreement before you start in on him.
“And come on! You’re going to have to choose between work and your mare. If spending more time with Pinkie means turning down orders, then so be it.”
The earth pony begins to panic at your words. “I can’t! Not yet anyway! I’m so close to paying it off and-”
He puts his hooves over his mouth and looks to Pinkie nervously.
“What are you trying to pay off?” you ask curiously.
His voice begins to crack. “Nothing. Nothing at all,”
“What are you trying to buy?!?” Pinkie yells as she gets to her hooves, “You moving somewhere with somepony else and leaving me?!?”
He begins to visibly panic at the questions and glances towards the exit. But before he can bolt, you reach out and put a hoof on his shoulder. “There’s no reason to be afraid. Just tell us what’s going on.”
He looks to you and then to Pinkie before sighing heavily, defeated. “I didn’t want you to find out…” the earth pony said sheepishly, “…it’s a diamond engagement necklace.”
Pinkie’s eyes grow wide and her lower lip begins to quiver. “I-I’m sure whoever you ask to m-m-marry you w-will l-l-love you ve-very much…”
The earth pony gets out of his chair and kneels down on his back legs in front of Pinkie. He reaches out and cups Pinkie’s front hoof in his forehooves. “I love her with all of my heart and I know she loves me back. You looked so happy when you found out Dash was getting married and it made me think that I should finally ask you…”
The earth pony reaches underneath his chair again and pulls out a black box that’s about a foot long.
“Pinkamina Diane Pie, will you marry me?” He opens up the box to reveal a golden necklace with a large, pink-tinted diamond in the center.
Pinkie stares breathlessly at the necklace. “You… You were doing this… For me?” she asks. The earth pony simply nods once.
In an odd display, Pinkie’s coat somehow regains its once bright color and her mane curls back up with a sound you could only equate to a noisemaker you’d find at one of her parties.
“YES! YES! A THOUSAND TIMES YES! I LOVE YOU!” Pinkie screams as she tackles her surprised fiancé. You take off your glasses and rub the tears out of your eyes. This was the reason why you look forward to your job every morning; the chance to actually help improve somepony’s life.
“I’m so happy for you two. I’m glad everything’s working out for the best.”
Pinkie lets go of her soon to be husband and grabs a hold of your hoof. “Thank you SO much Doctor!” she yells as she shakes your hoof up and down vigorously.
“Please, I didn’t do anything.”
It’s been feeling like that a lot, lately, you think to yourself, First Rarity, now Pinkie. Everypony is learning to overcome their problems with little or no help. If this keeps up, I’m going to be out of a job, you think with a chuckle.
“Oh don’t be silly, Doc! We would have still been fighting if you didn’t set us straight!” Pinkie says ecstatically as she makes her way for the door.
“Yeah, I would have been still hiding the surprise, when I should have just asked her in the first place.”
Pinkie pivots on her hooves and faces you with a large smile. “Oh! I know! There are so many couples in Ponyville who aren’t as super happy as we are now and they could really use your help! I’ll let them all know how great and helpful you are!”
And with that, Pinkie bounds out the door to your office with her fiancé in tow, leaving you very confused. “Wait… What?”
* * * * * * * * * *
“Alright… Because my secretary had to leave early, I have to get the information I need directly from you. Let’s start out simple. What are your names?”
The light green pegasus adjusted the bandages around his head, most of which covered his charcoal mane. “Coffeebean,” he said rather unenthusiastically.
“…And I’m Paintbrush,” the red unicorn said meekly.
You understand now what Pinkie meant when she said there were other couples who needed help. She left your office at one o’clock PM and by one-thirty, you had a line of people coming to see you, each wanting ‘Couple’s Counseling’. It didn’t help that your secretary left early because of family matters.
“What do you two do for a living?”
“Well, I’m a pharmacist,” Coffeebean said as he fiddled with his bandages again.
Paintbrush hid her face behind her ginger mane, “And I’m a nurse.”
“And why are you here today?”
“That’s what I’d like to know,” Coffeebean said curtly.
“I said I’m sorry!” Paintbrush cried, “Why are you still mad?”
“I’m not mad!”
“I didn’t mean to make you slip, I was just trying to have fun, I swear!”
“Paint, I know it was an accident! You’d never hurt me on purpose!”
“Then why are you mad at me?”
“I’M NOT MAD!”
“BUT YOU’RE YELLING!”
You rub the sides of your head as the two begin to try to shout over each other.
This is going to be a long day…
* * * * * * * * * *
Glancing up at the clock, you can’t help but wonder where the day had gone.
“Eight PM…” you say aloud as you lay your head on your desk. You had to have met with over three dozen couples and it took a lot out of you. You close your eyes and try to relax, but all of the problems and screaming of the day still filled your mind.
Where do you go every night?
Why does your mother have to stay with us?
You don’t talk to me anymore!
I saw you looking at that other stallion!
WHY DO YOU CLOSE YOUR EYES WHEN WE MAKE LOVE?!?
JUST TALK TO ME!
“Doctor?”
Your eyes snap open at the familiar voice. You can’t help but let out a sigh of relief. “Twilight, it’s great to hear somepony without pr—”
You find yourself staring at not just Twilight, but also a blond haired, orange mare, who looked quite nervous to be here. You groan aloud as you realize your job was far from done today.
“All right!” you yell aloud as you clap your hooves together “One more session won’t hurt! Lay it on me! I’ve heard everything today. What’s wrong? She doesn’t talk to you anymore? She doesn’t like to sleep in the same bed as you? She doesn’t kiss like she did on that first date?”
Both Twilight and the orange mare stare at you wide eyed.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa!” Twilight yells aloud, “We are NOT a couple. I had to drag Applejack here just to see you. She’s pushing herself way too hard again.”
“Oh! I’m so sorry!” you say, feeling very embarrassed at the moment “I’ve seen so many couples today and I just assumed…”
“I am not a filly-fooler…” Applejack says under her breath. “And Twi’s wrong! I’m just… tired… is all.”
“Applejack, you’re tired because you were up all night bucking apples so you wouldn’t have to ask us for help” Twilight says worriedly.
“Okay, help me understand what’s going on here,” you say, still not following the situation “She’s pushing herself trying to harvest her apples, she’s not asking you for help, and to top it all off, she’s done this before?”
Twilight gives you a nod.
You take off your glasses and rub the sleep from your eyes. “Twilight, could you please wait in the other room?”
Twilight leaves you without a word and closes the door behind her. Applejack takes this as a cue to sit down in the chair across from your desk.
“Listen, can we just get down to brass tacks?” you ask with heavy sigh. “I’m exhausted, I haven’t eaten lunch OR dinner, and I’m tired of seeing patients come in and tiptoe around their problems, so PLEASE. Just tell me how you’re feeling.”
“I…I don’t know anymore,” Applejack says meekly. “I get out to the field an’ all I can do is just stare at all the work I have to do. I KNOW hafta to get ta work, but I just…”
“Freeze up?” you finish for her. Applejacks eyes light up.
“Yeah, freeze up,” she says with a nod.
Classic ‘whoa’ response as defined by Doctor Lillas…
“Okay. Now tell me, why are you doing this to yourself? It seems like you have many friends who are willing to help you.”
“But that’s the problem, doc,” Applejack replies sharply, “Everypony else has got enough on their plate already and I don’t want to add to it.”
Applejack slumps down in her chair and lets out a ragged sigh, “Rainbow’s gettin’ married, Pinkie and her boyfriend are plannin’ the party, Shy’s spending all her time with that writer feller, Twi’s got her hooves full with that weirdo and Rarity is… well… You see why I’m doing all this now?”
You nod as you begin to understand. With everything going on, she didn’t want to impose on her friends. “How much more applebucking do you have to do?” you ask.
“If I can find a couple sets of hooves to help? One, maybe two more acres.”
“Well then, if I were you, I’d ask if they could help out for a few hours or so just to take some of the work off of you. Once you’ve finished up, why don’t you go on vacation? Maybe you should go somewhere tropical. You know, grass skirts, hula dancing, and sandy beaches?”
“I can’t ‘ford no fancy vacation! And why would I go anyway? It’s so much cozier here in Ponyville.”
“Applejack, a vacation could do you some good. You know, just get away for a few weeks and enjoy yourself. You’d be surprised how much fun you’d have.”
Applejack shakes her head. “I don’t know… Even if I did, I still can’t pay fer it…”
“Listen, you seem pretty stressed out right now. You haven’t been able to stop tapping your hoof and you keep glancing out the window.” As soon as you bring it up, Applejack stops her hoof and looks you in the eye. “You want to go out there and try to get back to work, don’t you?”
Applejack remains quiet and looks back out the window, but you knew you were right.
“Even though you’re freezing up, you still want to get to work. You can stay in Ponyville and try to relax, sure, but you seem like the pony who would still try to get work done. You just need to get away from it all so you can relax. Stress isn’t good for you, mentally or physically.”
Your thoughts drift back to the money issue and how to fix that, but you can’t figure out a way past that over your rumbling stomach. That is, until your stomach gives you an idea.
“You know, Applejack, I read somewhere that apples can be quite good for you. Controls blood pressure, helps with digestion, and can even make you happier in the long run. I’d like to buy some apples from you.”
Applejack perks up at the word ‘buy’. “Oh sure! How much?”
“How many will 100 bits get me? That’s usually what I pay for groceries per month.”
Applejack’s jaw drops. “A lot! I mean, like a whole lot! And with that, I could buy a ticket for… a… vacation…”
You touch the tip of your nose with your hoof and smile. Applejack understood what you meant; ‘you got it’.
“Thank ya kindly Doc! I’ll get those apples to ya quicker than a jackrabbit on a bed a coals! Thanks again!” she yells as she gallops out of your office. As soon as Applejack leaves, Twilight comes in and sits down in front of you.
“Anything you want to talk about?” you ask with a chuckle.
Twilight looks around nervously for a second. “Uhh… What are your thoughts on clover?” she asks above a whisper.
You raise an eyebrow at the question. “Clover? Well, I’ll admit, I did smoke some while in college. I really don’t see what the big fuss is about it. It’s not dangerous. All I did was laugh for a while and get really hungry.”
Twilight looks at you, surprised, “So you don’t think there’s anything wrong with it?”
“Not at all. It’s a naturally occurring plant and can be a useful medicine, in certain cases… Why do you ask?”
Twilight gets up from the chair and makes her way for the door. “No reason! I was just curious!”
And with that, Twilight leaves you before you can get another word in.
With the day looking done, you poke your head out of your office and take a final look around. “No pony in sight,” you say happily.
With the day truly done, you head out of your office and grab your coat before rushing out the door to finally get home. As you throw the door open, you find Rarity standing on the doorstep, her hoof raised as if she was about to knock.
“Oh! Doctor! Just the pony I was looking for!” she says with a smile. You venture a guess that she had been working on modifying those dresses today; she was wearing the red satin dress that you helped turn into a halter top. It went well with the mascara and blush she was wearing.
Your sense of urgency to get home diminishes. “What brings you by here at this hour?”
“Well… I wanted to talk to you earlier, but it looked like you had your hooves full. I was wondering if you wanted to get together for dinner?”
“It’s getting kind of late, isn’t it?” you ask as you gesture to the now rising moon.
“Oh… I guess you’re right…” Rarity says, sounding rather hurt. “I’ll just leave you, then. Good night.”
As Rarity turns away to make her way home, you can’t help but feel a bit guilty for turning her down. In the spur of the moment, you stop her.
“I was planning on a quiet dinner at home, but you’re more than welcome to join me.”
Rarity perks up and spins around quickly. “Really? You’re sure I won’t be a bother?”
“Not if you lend a hoof… and it’s actually pretty nice to have you around.”
A part of you regrets saying those words. What are you saying? She’s your patient! You can’t get involved with her!
But the other part of you didn’t hear this nay-say. It was too happy having this unicorn walking by your side.
* * * * * * * * * *
“So this is where you live?” Rarity asked as she wandered around your living room.
“Last time I checked, yes,” you say jokingly “What do you think?”
“Honestly, I’m not surprised by the Victorian-style housing and furnishings. Fits you to a T. I assume there’s a library around?”
Who’s analyzing who? you think with a chuckle.
“It’s down the hall and to the right. Make yourself at home while I see what we have to work with.”
You leave Rarity and make your way to your kitchen and begin to scour the refrigerator for something remotely edible. It turns out you have just enough ingredients to make a vegetable soup.
“Hey Rarity!” you call out, “How does soup sound? Not too bland, I hope?”
“Oh, not at all, darling!”
There was that name again. ‘Darling.’ She called you that earlier today before she kissed you. You couldn’t explain why, but hearing her call you that felt nice.
“Alright, I’ll chop up the vegetables and you add the seasoning. Shouldn’t take that long to cook. Easy.”
True, it didn’t take that long to prepare the soup, but it was taking much longer to actually cook it. An hour had already passed and it still wasn’t done. You and Rarity take advantage of this time and make some tea and pass the time with idle conversation, but you still couldn’t help but feel awkward about the whole situation.
“I’m sorry, I really didn’t think this through enough,” you say with a nervous chuckle.
“It’s no problem at all, darling. I’m actually quite enjoying our time together.”
That name again. It made a lump form in your throat, so you simply nodded dumbly.
Get a hold of yourself! There’s no way she’d be interested you, and besides, she’s your patient!
Before the awkward silence could set in, Rarity speaks up.
“What do you think of my dress?”
“I think it looks quite s—” you stop yourself from saying the word. “Er... lovely,” you say before throwing your head back and gulping down the last of your tea. Closing your eyes, you try to clear your mind.
Get those thoughts out of your head. You can’t—
You jump slightly as you feel a weight press down on your lap.
“Say it.”
Your heart begins to race when you look down to find Rarity sitting on your lap and looking at you with a lustful grin.
“S-Say what?”
“Oh, you know what I want you to say,” Rarity says with a girlish giggle “you said it earlier today.”
That lump that has been forming in your throat lately made another appearance. When you wouldn’t say it, Rarity pulls herself up and puts her mouth up to your ear and whispers dreamily into your ear.
“Sexy...”
In one smooth movement, Rarity plants her lips onto yours and begins to kiss you roughly and greedily. The sensation is twofold; pleasurable and shocking.
You try to pull back from the kiss, but that only seems to encourage her. For a few times, you get lost in the passion and only refocus when you feel Rarity’s tongue begin to probe your mouth.
Finally, you manage to break away from the embrace and confront her.
“Rarity! What EXACTLY are you doing?!?”
“Well, I’m ravishing you at the moment,” she says with a playful giggle “and then I was hoping we could move onto some foreplay before we got into the main event.”
Your heart skipped a beat as you realize what Rarity had in plan for you.
“Wait, wait, wait!” you cry out. As much as you wanted to continue, you knew it was wrong. “Rarity, why are doing this?”
“Because you’re the only thing that’s made sense to me up until now! When you left, I got so nervous and anxious and all I wanted to do was find and hold you! You’re handsome and generous and nice and caring and... and...” Rarity’s eyes begin to well up with tears “You make me feel right!”
You move Rarity back and guide her off of you and into the other chair.
“Please,” she says above a whisper “Please tell me you love me like I love you.”
Your heart begins to twist into knots.
“Rarity, I’m sorry, but I can’t. You’re not yourself right now.”
Tears begin to streak down Rarity’s face. “Please,” she says it louder this time.
“You’re my patient. And while you’re still my patient, I have to put your well being ahead of everything else.”
She yells it this time: “PLEASE!”
“I CAN’T!” you yell back, “How do I know these feelings are truly yours? How do you know? You admit you haven’t been feeling yourself lately and I don’t want to take advantage of you while you’re feeling like this!”
Your outburst causes Rarity to hang her head and go very quiet. Your stomach sinks into your hooves when you realize that she’s crying. You take a few tentative steps closer to her and move part of her mane away.
“I’m sorry. I don’t want to hurt you, but I don’t want to risk making you any worse.”
She remains quiet and continues sobbing. You go quiet as well, at a loss for what to do.
Your eyes brighten up and you begin to smile. Putting a hoof under Rarity’s chin, you guide her eyes to look into yours.
“Make me a promise.”
“W-w-what kind of promise?” she asked with a sniffle.
“Let me help you get better. Let me help you sort out all of these feelings and problems you’ve been having. And when everything is said and done and if you still feel this way about me, I’ll take you out on the town and give you a night you’ll never forget.”
“R-Really?” Rarity asked as she wiped away her tears, and smearing her mascara in the process.
“I promise. Do you?”
A small smile creeps across Rarity’s face. “I’m going to hold you to that promise, darling.”
Rarity gets to her hooves and regains her composure quickly as she begins to clean the running mascara off of her face with a handkerchief. “I’m sorry for my outburst, darling. I have no idea what came over me... And I’m also sorry I can’t stay for dinner. I’ve...lost my appetite.”
You giver her a nod and begin to show her to the door, but she stops.
“I’m sorry for putting you in such a difficult spot. I know you only want what’s best. I’ll see you next Monday?”
“I look forward to seeing you there.”
Just as Rarity makes her way out the door, she turns around.
“Could I... trouble you for a goodnight kiss?” she asks sheepishly.
Rarity looks like she expects you to say no, but instead you lean in and plant a kiss on her cheek.
She looks slightly disappointed, but you can make out a faint blush.
“Tease.”
“Goodnight, Rarity.”
“Goodnight.”
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<p>(2nd Person Sensual Fic starring Doctor Sigmund "You" and Rarity)</p><p>Rarity finally admits her problem and looks for some professional help and finds it in you, Ponyville's resident psychiatrist. The more you explore her problems and her mind, you can't help but find a place for this unicorn in your heart. But is it wise to let your emotions cloud your psychiatric judgement? Just how far will you go to make her happy?</p><p>This fic turned out to be much longer than the others and has some pretty large parts in it. And that's how I started writing even longer fics, which is great, isn't it?</p><p>And a side note: Did a little crossover collab with Coffeebean and his fic "Drunken Lullabies". You should check it out, if you haven't already.</p><p><a href="/story/1061/Drunken-Lullabies" rel="nofollow">http://www.fimfiction.net/story/1061/Drunken-Lullabies</a></p>
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[I’d like to thank LeOdd for doing the translation work for this part]
[Spoiler: The scene involving Green Paddock and the song he sings about Berry Punch was originally a Flogging Molly song rewritten by Coffeebean in his fic “Drunken Lullabies”. We did a collab of sorts and borrowed parts from each other]
“It’s okay Rarity; it’s not going to hurt you.”
Despite your reassurance, she was still skittish about the whole thing.
“Do I have to, darling? I mean, a lot of people don’t like to get dirty. It’s not like it’s a problem…”
“You jumped around to avoid mud puddles all the way here and screamed when I almost splashed you. Are you sure it’s not a problem?”
Things hadn’t been going so well with Rarity’s therapy sessions as of lately. Her first few sessions went well and it looked like she’d been done in a few weeks. But now, she was having difficulties and it seemed like it would take months. The short and sudden rainstorm gave you the idea to help Rarity get over her fear of getting dirty, but that seemed easier said than done.
“Just put a hoof into the mud and try it out.”
Rarity inched slowly towards the edge of the puddle and hung a hoof over the edge. She looked quite worried. “Okay, okay… You can do this, Rarity. Just think of it as mud bath at the spa.”
Her hoof finally touches the mud puddle, making her visibly shiver in disgust. “Oh dear lord… It’s crunchy. Why is it crunchy?!?”
“Maybe some loose gravel? A bug?” you say with a shrug “Come on, now the next one.”
Her voice begins to cracks “I don’t know if I can do this…”
“You can do it. The only thing stopping you is yourself.”
Rarity inches her other hoof towards the puddle, but stops halfway. “I can’t do this!” she cries as she pulls her other hoof out and shakes it violently.
You curse under your breath “Verdammt… And so close, too.”
The cognitive therapy wasn’t working and the behavioral therapy was getting you nowhere.
I don’t understand it. She was doing so well. What’s changed? you wonder.
“I’m so sorry for wasting your time, darling. As much as I want to get better, I just can’t bring myself to do it.”
That’s when it clicked.
“Risk versus reward…” you think aloud.
“Might I ask what are you talking about?” Rarity asked confusedly.
“I think I might have a way to help you, although, it’s pretty unconventional. Just follow me on this: Say you want a child to do their homework. How do you motivate them?”
“Well…” Rarity put a hoof to her chin “Ms. Cheerilee gives Sweetie Belle gets gold stars for turning in her homew-wait a minute… Are you comparing me to a child?!?”
You put a hoof up defensively “No! Well… Sort of,”
Rarity glares silently at you, not too keen on the comparison.
“What I’m trying to say is that you need some sort of motivation; a ‘gold star’, if you will. You want to get better, but that’s not enough to make you go against years of compulsive behavior.”
She nods thoughtfully as she begins to understand what you were trying to say..
“So, what’s going to be my reward? Do I get a gold star on my report card?” Rarity asks sarcastically.
You admit you hadn’t thought this far. “Is there anything specific you want?”
A small grin starts to form on Rarity’s face. “Does a… date sound fair? I mean, nothing serious, just two adults enjoying a night together?”
At first, you’re against the idea, but you realize there was no harm in having dinner with a patient, as long as it didn’t turn into anything more.
“If that’s what you really want, I see no problem with it.”
Rarity’s eyes light up.
“Now, if you can get into the puddle without-”
Before you could finish, Rarity hops into the mud puddle, covering her hooves and splattering her coat. She begins to grimace and you half expect her to scream at any moment, but she instead takes a deep breath and somehow manages to smile.
“There. Not so bad.”
You were quite shocked at this display. It was a complete 180 from how she was acting just a few minutes ago.
“Are you sure Rarity? I don’t want you pushing yourself. On a scale of one to ten, what would you rate your anxiety level?”
“Four, five at the most. Honestly, it’s not that bad… I just really want to get cleaned off,” she says as she shakes some mud off of her hoof.
“Okay. As I was going to say, I don’t want you doing anything that you’re not comfortable with, okay?”
“Of course, darling. Now… About that date?” she asked with a mischievous grin.
You hold up a hoof. “Not so fast. Now tell me, you were so scared of this puddle just a few seconds ago and now you’re standing in it. Why did you let it get the best of you?”
Rarity blinks a few times. “I… I don’t know. It seems sort of silly now, doesn’t it?”
“Now that’s the attitude I want to see. You are in control of your compulsions, not the other way around. What’s your stress level now?”
“Two. I can’t believe I let something as simple as a puddle stand in my way!”
“That’s great, Rarity. That’s one more thing you don’t have to be afraid of.”
Rarity smiles and stands a little taller, proud of achievement.
“So, do you think you’re ready for the mud wrestling competition I signed you up for?”
Rarity’s eyes nearly bug out of her skull at the question. “You’re kidding, right? I don’t have to mud wrestle as part of my therapy, right?” she asks nervously.
You try to keep a straight face, but you can’t hold. You begin to laugh, making Rarity gasp aloud.
“Oh, that was mean!” she says snidely.
“Oh come now, you should know me better than that. I’d never sign you up for a mud wrestling competition.”
Rarity lets out a sigh of relief.
“Well, without asking you first,” you say with tease.
“Ha. Ha. Very funny,” she says sarcastically “let’s get back inside so I can clean up.”
You follow Rarity back inside the Carousel Boutique, making sure to wipe your feet off at her request.
“I’ll be just a minute. I need to rinse off,” Rarity takes a glance at her dirty coat and frowns “…and maybe a shampoo as well… Just make yourself comfortable, okay?”
Rarity disappears upstairs and the sound of running water soon follows.
You look around the Carousel Boutique show floor for something to keep you occupied. Wandering over to one of the counters, you find a pile of magazines and idly flip open one entitled ‘Ventasso’s Secret’. You feel a warm flush creep up your face as you find yourself staring at all sorts of mares who were dressed in exotic lingerie and splayed out in suggestive positions. You close the magazine and try to find another to keep your interest.
Well, it sort of makes sense for somepony who makes clothes to have these sort of thi-
You feel your entire face go bright red. Was not expecting this... You think as you pull out a riding crop. You set it back down and feel around, only to suddenly trigger something that made the entire drawer vibrate.
"What did I do? What did I do?"
You feel around and hear an audible click, signaling the end of the vibrations. Your entire face turned bright red once you figured out just what you triggered. The sound of Rarity coming down the stairs causes you to panic and almost slam the drawer. You walk forwards and try to act as casual as possible.
“Ahhh, that was nice.”
You shift around uneasily and try to stop yourself from staring. Rarity’s coat was still dripping wet and she didn’t care to grab a bath robe.
“F-Feel better?”
“Much so. Now that I’m all cleaned up, what about that date? What would you like to do?”
“Well… I planned on going to The Gilded Lilly tonight,” you say as you collect yourself “Have you ever been there?”
“Isn’t it that little restaurant on the other side of Ponyville?”
You chuckle a bit under your breath. “Well, restaurant isn’t exactly the word I would use… Just be ready tonight. I’ll pick you up around six.”
Rarity begins to grin from ear to ear and claps her hooves together.
“Oh darling, I’m so excited! It’s my first proper date in a long time! Is there anything specific I should wear?” she asks excitedly smile
"Fräulein Rarity, deine Schönheit ist alles was es braucht, um diese Nacht perfekt zu machen."
[Translation: “Miss Rarity, your shining beauty is all that is needed to make the night perfect.”]
You gasp inaudibly as the words leave your mouth. Oh dear Celestia, why did I say that out loud? Can she speak Mecklesh? Please don’t let her be as clever as she is cute…
“Doctor, I didn’t know you could speak Mecklesh.”
Oh this is bad.
“What exactly did you say?”
You let out a sigh of relief and manage a sheepish smile “W-well, I said you should wear something casual. It’s not a fancy place, really.”
“Alright then, I think I have something in mind. I just have to make some alterations to the dress”
“I’ll see you tonight, then. If you need me, you know where I am,” you say as you make your way out of the Carousel Boutique. You can’t help but smile as you hear her sewing machine start up and stop as you reach the doorway.
“Rarity, I want you to know I’m very proud of you.”
She looks up from her sewing machine and drops the pins she held in her mouth. “Y...You’re proud of me? For what?”
Instead of answering her, you make your way out of the Carousel Boutique, leaving Rarity to her work and to ponder your words.
* * * * * * *
Surprisingly, today wasn’t as busy as you thought it would be. Ever since Pinkie Pie told the town you were also a couple’s counselor, you had been up to your neck in ponies needing your help. But now things have slowed down and given you some free time. Leaning back in your chair, you prop your hooves up on your desk and make yourself comfortable.
I may even be able to knock off early you think with a content sigh. A loud knock startles you just as you begin to doze off. Acting quickly, you sit upright in your chair and grab the newspaper on your desk.
“Come in,” you say idly as you pretend to read the newspaper. You look up as you hear the door open and begin to smile when you see your old roommate walk through the door. Your elation doesn’t last long as you watch Rainbow Dash follow him into your office, hanging her head low to the ground.
The white unicorn sighs heavily and takes a seat in front of you next to Dash. “Fritz, I need your help.”
“Dear Celestia, Bones! What’s going on?”
“I’m fine.” Dash says crossly.
“No, she isn’t. She’s depressed.”
“I am not depressed!”
“Dash, you haven’t been out of the house in days. ”
Rainbow Dash opens her mouth to say something, but you stop them from going any further.
“Okay, this is getting ridiculous,” you say as you bring a hoof up to your brow “I’ve had to wrestle the information out of every pony who’s been in here for counseling. Bones, as your friend, just be honest with me and tell me why such a loving couple like you two are in here.”
He sighs heavily and looks to Dash. The look told you all you needed to know. He was worried. “Dashie, why don’t you tell him?”
Rainbow Dash starts to shift around uncomfortably in her seat. “I...I don’t know. It’s embarrassing.”
“Rainbow, there’s nothing to be embarrassed about while you’re in my office,” you say with a comforting smile “Now just tell me the goddess honest truth; why are you here?”
Dash begins to stutter as her eyes well up with tears “I...I... I just can’t take it anymore! This whole wedding thing is way too much for me! Please don’t be mad!”
“Please Dashie, don’t cry. I’m not mad. I’m just worried. What’s happening?” he asks.
“I... I don’t know... I just want to be with you more. The girls keep dragging me away to get ready for the wedding and my parents aren’t too happy about me not marrying another pegasus and....”
“And you feel so overwhelmed that you just start to panic.”
Dash nods meekly.
“Yeah... I just...I just want things back to the way they were.”
“Dash, as overwhelmed you might feel, you need to buck up and get your head in the game. You’re not alone in this.”
She still doesn’t look convinced. “I...I dont-”
“Dash, you don’t have to be scared,” he says as he reaches out for Dash “I’ll always be there for you, no matter what. We’ll face each challenge together and overcome.”
Dash wipes away her eyes with her foreleg. “I feel like such a foal...”
“You’re not a foal, you’re a beautiful pegasus who’s going to marry the luckiest unicorn in Equestria,” he says as he nuzzles up to her “and every night, I’ll give you all the attention you need, I swear.”
You can’t help but chuckle as Dash’s face become bright red.
“Dash, as bad as things are right now, you have to remember you’re never alone. You have your friends and a wonderful husband right behind you. If you can’t find the time to be with him, then make it. If your parents aren’t happy with who you're marrying, then tough. You’re in love and if your parents can’t see that, then they’re blind.”
Dash gets to her hooves defiantly. “You’re right! I’ve been rolling over for everyone when this should be MY special time! And if my folks can’t be happy for me, then it sucks to be them!”
“Now THAT’s the fireball I asked to marry me! Fritz, I gotta say, you’re a miracle worker.”
“Come on, Bones. You know as well as I do it’s the patient that does all of the work. We just set the healing motion in process.”
Dash gives you two an odd look. “Hey... Why do you call each other those nicknames? I just noticed.”
“It goes back to college, Dash. I call him Bones because he wanted to be a surgeon.”
“And I called him Fritz because he’s from Mecklenberg.”
“Uhh... I guess that makes sense...” Dash says with a shrug.
“Well, if we’re done here, then I think I should take my leave. I’ve got to get ready.” you say as you grab your jacket from the coat rack.
“Ready? Ready for what, Fritz?”
“I’ve got a date,” you say as walk out of the office.
* * * * * * *
You stand outside of the Carousel Boutique, making sure you were ready. You were wearing a pair of dark brown trousers and a light brown jacket over your white t-shirt.
Clothes clean, mane combed back, contacts in, wallet... Yup, I’m ready.
You reach out and knock on the door.
“I’ll be right there~!” you hear Rarity call out.
You back up from the door and do a final once over to make sure you looked alright, but stop yourself half way. Why am I obsessing over how I look? It’s just dinner between two adults, nothing more.
You watch as the front door opens and you feel your jaw go agape as Rarity steps through the threshold.
"Guten Abend, mein Schatz. Wie seh ich aus?"
[Translation: “Good evening, my darling. How do I look?”]
Rarity was wearing a traditional Mecklenberg dirndl. You venture a guess that she was the one who made it and can’t help but be amazed by the amount of detail that went into it. The black and red colors of the dress accented each other quite well and you couldn’t help but stare at the intricate weaves of the bodice. She even braided her mane into two pig tails that made her look...
“Wunderbar...”
[Translation: “Wonderful...”]
“Are you going to stare all night or are we going?” Rarity asks with a tease.
You snap yourself out of your daze and try to act as if nothing had happened.
“So...Uh... Nice dress.” you say with a stammer.
“You think so? I figured you might like it, since you’re from Mecklenburg and all...”
You look at Rarity, quite surprised.
“How did you-”
“Your accent gave it away, darling. I’ve had orders for dirndls from Mecklenburg before and there’s always something to a true Mecklenite’s accent... It’s got this dominant tone to it. It’s quite appealing.”
“So, I take it that’s how you leaned Mecklen?”
Rarity nods. “Yes, but I can only understand a bit and speak a few different sentences. I really want to become as fluent as you, though. And I must say, your English is perfect.”
“Danke,” you say bashfully “I’ve had a lot of practice.”
[Translation: “Thank you,”]
“Do you think you can teach me one of these days? Maybe not a year’s worth of study, but like a crash course.”
You begin to chuckle under your breath. “Rarity, you’re about to get that crash course sooner than you think.”
“What do you mean?” she asks curiously.
* * * * * * *
“WELCOME TO THE PAINTED LILLY!” the overly excited mare declared “TABLE FOR TWO?”
“Could we get a booth, Hush-Hush? And maybe some Tomatenteigtaschen?”
[Translation: “...tomato dumplings?”]
“CAN DO!”
Hush-Hush leads you and Rarity through the crowd of people to a both in the back of the room. Rarity looks around the room, taking in all The Painted Lilly has to offer. “My, this is certainly different. It feels so rustic...”
“It’s a more traditional Mecklenburg style. I’ve been coming here for as long as I can remember.”
“How did you find this place?”
Hush-Hush walks over to your table and puts a bowl of dumplings that sat in a tomato sauce and sprinkled with cheese. “IT’S GREAT TO SEE YOU AGAIN! I BET YOUR PARENTS ARE GOING TO BE JUST AS SURPRISED AS I AM!”
“Parents?” Rarity asks with a gleam in her eyes.
“OH HE DIDN’T TELL YOU? HIS PARENTS RUN THE GILDED LILLY! HIS MOMMA COOKS THE FOOD AND HIS DADDY BREWS THE BEER!” Hush-Hush looks to you and then Rarity and smiles. “YOU SHOULD HAVE SEEN THE LOOK ON THEIR FACE WHEN I TOLD THEM YOU HAD A MARE-FRIEND!”
You feel yourself blush “Oh, this is bad,” you say under your breath.
On cue, you begin to hear the sound of galloping hooves. Looking up, you see two earth ponies, a mare and a stallion, barreling towards you with goofy grins on their faces. The mare had a deep brown coat, much like yours, a white mane and was wearing a stained apron. The stallion’s black mane almost obscured his deep blue eyes, both much like yours and balanced a tray of drinks on his back, even as he ran. The mare grabbed you and wrapped her forelegs around your neck and hugged you roughly.
"MEIN KLEINER SPATZ HAT ENDLISCH EIN PONY GEFUNDEN, DAS ER LIEBEN KANN, ICH BIN SO STOLZ!"
[Translation: “MY LITTLE SON HAS FOUND HIMSELF A PONY TO LOVE, I’M SO HAPPY!”]
The stallion slaps you on the back and grins slyly. "Du hast dir da ja nen ziemlichen Hingucker geangelt, mein Sohn! Ich erwarte viele Enkelkinder von euch beiden!"
[Translation: “You found yourself a quite a looker, my son! I expect many grandchildren from you two!”]
“Mom! Dad! Stop! It’s not like that!” you yell.
They stop praising and look at you perplexedly. “What you mean ‘not like that?’” your mother asks.
“She is a patient,” you say slowly “I am just taking her out for some dinner.”
Your parents let out a disappointed sigh.
“And here I think mine son will marry beautiful mare and have many children!”
Both you and Rarity blush heavily at your father’s words.
You bury your face in your hooves out of embarrassment. Dear goddess, send me to the moon now.
"Dad, ich könnte jetzt echt nen Drink gebrauchen."
[Translation: Dad, I could really use a drink right now.”]
“Yes! Drinks! Would the little lady like something?”
“Uh, no thank you, I’m quite alright.”
Your father cranes his head back and grabs a tankard of ale from off of the tray on his back and sets it down in front of you. You reach out and take a deep swig of the bitter drink and let the beer wash away your embarrassment.
Your mother grabs two menus from Hush-Hush and gives them to you and Rarity. “What can I get you two?”
“I’ll have the sauerkraut chowder.” you say without looking at the menu.
Rarity takes her time and peruses the menu. “I guess I’ll have the buttered carrots and brussels sprouts.” she finally says.
“Good! Your dinner should be ready in few minutes. In meantime, drink and be happy!” your mom says with a smile.
“I’ll drink to that,” you say as you take another swig of your beer.
“Uhh... Darling?” Rarity asks nervously “I really think you should go easy on the alcohol.”
“Pshh! I can hold my own.”
By the time your dinner arrives, you’ve finished your tankard and started to feel a little tipsy.
“How’s your dinner?” you ask after swallowing a mouthful of chowder. Rarity takes another bite of her dinner and makes a weird face. “I like it... It’s just there’s this weird taste I can’t nail down.”
“Ah! That’s the ale!” you say with a smile “My ma likes to baste the vegetables in it. Old family recipe, or so she tells me.”
You go to take another sip of beer, but stop as the lights begin to dim. You watch Hush-Hush begin to take the stage and clear her throat.
“WELCOME EVERYPONY TO THE GILDED LILLY!” she cries “THE GILDED LILLY IS A PLACE ALL ABOUT FUN AND DOING SOMETHING DIFFERENT FOR A CHANGE!”
You watch as your father takes the stage and stands next to Hush-Hush. “When my wonderful wife and I move to Ponyville, all we want is to make ponies happy. Food and drink okay, but sometime you need entertainment!”
Now your mother gets on the stage. “Recently, a pony by the name of Paddock came to us. His own bar burned down. He needed beer so he wouldn’t lose his business. We had much beer to spare, so in the end, we gave it to him, free of charge. He wanted to pay us back, but we turn him down.”
Your father points to the back of the room “So instead, he play piano now! Until he gets back on hooves, he plays here once a night for special game.”
Paddock stands up from behind the piano. “That’s right, mate! But, first, I’d love to sing a little ditty for you all, would you like that?”
The crowd begins to clap in approval, but you can hear Rarity groan in disapproval. “A dirty song? Oh dear.”
“This tune, is a little something I wrote for a very special mare in my life. She’s out there, in amongst you all tonight. Her name is Berry, and, well, I love her very dearly. Here’s to you, sweetheart.”
“Aww...” Rarity says aloud “Well, it can’t be that bad if it’s for somepony he loves.”
Paddock runs his hooves up the scales before finally easing into the song.
Raised on songs and stories, heroes of renown
The passing tales and glories that once was Cloplin Town
The hallowed halls and houses, the haunting foal’s rhymes
That once was part of Cloplin in the rare ould times
Ring a ring a rosey, as the light declines
I remember Cloplin City in the rare ould times
My name it is Green Paddock, as Cloplin as can be
Born hard and late in seventy-two, in a house that ceased to be
By trade I was a barman, lost out to fire, you see,
Like my house that fell to the flames, my trade's a memory
And I courted Berry Punch, as pretty as you please
A rogue and child of Celly, from the rebel Liberties
I saved her from a unicorn chap, with skin as blue as sky
When she kissed me for the first time, she taught my soul to fly!
Ring a ring a rosey, as the light declines
I remember now Ponyville, in the new and better times
The loss done made me bitter, the smoke it dimmed me brain
Cause life keeps on changing, and nothing seems the same
But at least I still have my love, of lovely purple mane,
Her smile like a summers day, makes a smile of my frown
Paddock finishes the song and looks up to the crowd with a smile. A roar of applause fills the air and you join in.
“That was so sweet!” Rarity yells as she claps her hooves together.
Your mother and father get back onto the stage, holding onto each other. “Beautiful, Paddock! Simply beautiful!” he says before planting a kiss on your mother’s cheek.
He reaches over to a table and grabs a tankard of ale and lifts it into the air. “I propose a toast! To Green Paddock and Berry Punch! May they have many happy years together!”
The crowd lifts their own glasses into the air and yell “Here here!”
“Now it’s time for the audience to get piece of action!” your father yells “We are going to make a Cloplin drinking song on the spot! Now, we’re going to need four ponies to come to stage!”
You don’t know what possesses you, but you get to your feet and make your way to the stage.
“Where are you going?” Rarity asks.
You turn to her and point to the stage. “I’m going to go sing a song.”
Three other ponies join you and you’re all standing in front of the crowd. To your left was Big Macintosh, a pony who came in every now and again to just talk. He didn’t really have any problems that he wanted to deal with, he just wanted talk, which always struck you as odd. To your right was a caramel colored earth pony stallion with a brown mane and standing next to him was another earth pony, except this one was just a bit shorter than Big Macintosh, had his white man cropped short, and had a dark, rust colored coat. The caramel earth pony gave a wave to a pegasus in the audience, who waved back.
“I know my son when I see him, but who else is here with us tonight?” your father asks the three.
“Big Mac.”
“Caramel.”
“Snapshot”
“The rules are simple,” your father begins “They sing one right after another and make up song as they go. Song ends when a pony can’t add anything or when I say so. Now we need topic,” he says as he turns to the crowd “Name me something that would happen to you that you want to keep secret.”
“Lobotomy!” somepony cries out.
Your father gives the audience an odd look, but shrugs.
“Lobotomy. Let’s hear the lobotomy drinking song. Take it away, Paddock!”
Paddock begins to play what sounded like a generic Cloplin drinking tune.
Big Macintosh clears his throat and begins. “I had a lobotomy,”
You panic for a second and say the first thing that came to mind “and now I’m not so nuts.”
“They took away half my brain,” Caramel said with a chuckle.
“and now I eat cigarette butts.” Snapshot said, making the whole crowd laugh.
It goes back to Big Mac. “I am not too bright,”
“Now I’m kind of sane.”
“I am really stupid.”
“Hey is that the rain?”
All four of you begin to sing together “Oh aye de di de di de di de di de di”
Big Mac remains quiet, so you fill in for him. “I used to go down on the streets.”
Caramel continues the song “I used to have a scar.”
“Now I ask for money.”
“And I chase carts. WOOF WOOF!” Big Mac says with a grin.
“But when I come into your town.”
“I like to shout a lot.”
“I run around scream:”
“Wow, this is hot!”
“Oh aye de di de di de di de di de di”
It was your turn and you come up with nothing, but luckily Caramel fills in for you.
“Oh I feel so much better.”
“I think I’ll go back home.”
“And after I’m finished,”
“I’ll marry a lawn gnome.” you say with a giggle.
“Boy that’d be so beautiful,”
“as happy as can be.”
“Cause I don’t care so much, you see,”
“For my lobotomy!” you yell.
“Oh aye de di de di de di de di de di”
Caramel lets Snapshot begin this verse. “Oh I really need a job now.”
“I look in the paper.”
you shrug “But I can’t find nothin’.”
“I have a scraper.”
“But I’ll keep on looking,”
“I’ll look until I can’t see.”
“If you want someone who’s nuts,”
“Be a host named Paddy!”
“Oh aye de di de di de di de di de di de diiiiiii”
Paddock stops playing and laughs aloud with the crowd, who applauded for all of you. You look to the others, shrug, and take a bow before heading back into the crowd.
You sit besides Rarity, who was still giggling at the show you and the others put on. “My, my darling, you’re just FULL of surprises. Funny, smart, multi-lingual, singer-”
“Thirsty.” you say before reaching for your drink. Rarity stops you just as you grab a hold of it. “Maybe you should slow down. You’re already looking rather tipsy.”
You shrug and pull the beer away from Rarity.
“I’m fine, I swear! What’s the worst that can happen?”
* * * * * * *
You open your eyes groggily and moan aloud. “Oh my head... What happened?”
You shift around in your bed, but immediately knew something was off. First off, this wasn’t your bed. Second, it wasn’t even your room. You quickly realize that this was Rarity’s room and her bed. You wrack your brain and try to remember the night before, but you come up with nothing.
You jump slightly as you feel a hoof run through your mane. Rolling over, you find yourself muzzle to muzzle with Rarity. “Good morning, darling. Did you sleep well?”
Finally, the night before comes rushing back to you.
* * * * * * *
You stumble through Rarity’s door, holding onto her support. “But I’m fine!” you yell out drunkenly “I can get home.”
“Your door is locked, remember?” Rarity asks crossly “I can’t believe you let yourself go like this! And now I have to take care of you while you sober up!”
Rarity’s words seem to cut through you and you start to feel horrible for your actions. “I-I’m sorry...” you say with a sniffle.
She looks to you, hurt. “Oh darling, I’m sorry. Please don’t cry. Come on, let’s get you to bed and we can talk about this in the morning.”
Rarity helps you up the stairs and catches you when you begin to stumble. When you finally make it to the top, she sighs heavily.
“The guest room is quite cold around this time. And if I remember correctly, alcohol and cold nights don’t mix...” she bites her lower lip, debating something internally.
“You’re going to have to sleep with me. I’ll keep you warm tonight.” she says bashfully.
You reach out and wrap your forelegs around her neck and hug her tightly. “Awww, that’s so SWEET of you! I love you!”
Rarity’s face goes bright red and she loses her ability to talk and instead stutters unintelligibly as she leads you to the bedroom.
You fall down on the bed and let out an elated sigh. “Wow this is comfy! Come on in! The mattress is fine!”
She slowly gets into the bed with you and curls up besides you. “W-Well, goodnight.” she say shakily.
Rarity rolls over onto her side, facing away from you.
Reaching out, you wrap your forelegs around her waist and bring her closer.
“W-What are you doing?!?” she yells.
“I’m cold.” you say in a childlike voice.
“O...Okay.”
You lay there in silence, unable to fall asleep for some reason. The booze addled your brain, but kept you wide awake.
“Do... Did... Did you really mean it?” Rarity asks suddenly.
“Mean what?”
She rolls back around to face you.
“Did you mean it when you said you love me?”
You suddenly feel very embarrassed lying here with her. “Well I... You see, I...” you let out a deep breath and collect yourself. “Yeah. I did mean it. But you’d never love a pony like me! I’m too... Caring, apparently.”
“What do you mean ‘too caring’? Who told you that?”
“Last five mares I dated,” you say grudgingly “One of them dumped me when I told them they were a nymphomaniac and needed help, the other when I tried to counsel them, then there was one that with the...the point is, they dumped me because I cared too much for them. Because I saw that they needed help.”
Tears begin to fill your eyes. “Because I tried to help them. And the same would happen to you.” You look away from Rarity, ashamed you were crying like this.
You feel Rarity’s hooves brush against your mane. Turning to her, you see her eyes streaming with tears.
“Darling, I love how you’ve been there for me. How you’re trying to make me a better pony. I love you and everything about you. That’s why I’ve been trying to find some way to be with you. Why I came on so strongly before... I thought that if I well... I thought you’d want to be with me.”
You and Rarity stare at each other for the longest time before you start to draw closer to each other. Your lips touch and you begin to kiss deeply. You force your tongue into her mouth and feel her tongue meet yours. You kiss like this for what feels like the longest time and finally pull away. Rarity’s face is bright red and her eyes seem almost glazed over.
“W...Wow...” she says breathlessly. She collects herself and looks at you intently.
“You...You’ll still be here in the morning, right?” she asks nervously.
You draw her closer and hold her tight. “Only if you’ll be here with me.”
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<p>(2nd Person Sensual Fic starring Doctor Sigmund "You" and Rarity)</p><p>Rarity finally admits her problem and looks for some professional help and finds it in you, Ponyville's resident psychiatrist. The more you explore her problems and her mind, you can't help but find a place for this unicorn in your heart. But is it wise to let your emotions cloud your psychiatric judgement? Just how far will you go to make her happy?</p><p>This fic turned out to be much longer than the others and has some pretty large parts in it. And that's how I started writing even longer fics, which is great, isn't it?</p><p>And a side note: Did a little crossover collab with Coffeebean and his fic "Drunken Lullabies". You should check it out, if you haven't already.</p><p><a href="/story/1061/Drunken-Lullabies" rel="nofollow">http://www.fimfiction.net/story/1061/Drunken-Lullabies</a></p>
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“Are you okay, darling? You spaced out there for a moment.”
You snap yourself out of your daze and try to remain calm.
“L-Listen, about last night-”
Rarity brings a hoof up to your mouth and stops you.
“Last night, you made me feel something I haven’t felt in a long time; Loved. Truly and unconditionally loved. But as much I love you, I’m going to respect your wishes. I’m going to get better first before anything else happens between us, for you.”
She removes her hoof and waits for you to say something. After much thinking, all you can come up with is two simple words:
“Thank you.”
Rarity begins to inch her way to the edge of the bed. “I’m sure you’ve got a busy day ahead of you. I’m going-”
Reaching out, you grab a hold of Rarity’s hoof. “To stay here with me?” you finish for her.
“But don’t you have patients you need to see?”
“I cleared my schedule last night, in case I… Well…”
“Got drunk and ended up in my bed?” Rarity asked with a tease.
“Yeah. Well, except for the ending up in your bed part. That was unexpected… But nice.”
Rarity makes her way back into the bed and curls up beside you. “Yes… It is quite nice.”
“Except for my splitting headache…” you say as you rub your head.
“Oh, you poor baby. Here, let me kiss it all better,” Rarity cranes her neck towards you and plants a kiss on your forehead “all better?”
“All better,” you mimic before making yourself comfortable “you don’t mind if I get a little more sleep, do you?”
Rarity runs a hoof through your mane and smiles. “Not at all, darling. Not at all.”
You stare into Rarity’s eyes and look for something romantic to say, but find nothing because of a childish song ringing in your ears.
“…and Rarity sitting in a tree! K-I-S-S-I-N-”
Rarity snaps to attention and glares at the filly standing in the door. “Sweetie Belle! What are you doing home so early?!?” she cries out.
Sweetie Belle shrinks back from the doorway. “I know I said the sleepover was supposed to last all weekend, but it sort of ended early… I’m sorry…”
“No, it’s alright. You just surprised us, is all.”
“You really shouldn’t have yelled like that,” you whisper.
“I was startled! She wasn’t supposed to be home until tomorrow!” Rarity hisses “What are we supposed to do?”
“Don’t worry, I got this.” you say with a reassuring smile.
Getting up from the bed, you walk over to the door way and crouch down to the filly’s level. “Hey there. You must be Sweetie Belle. Your big sister has told me all about you.”
The little filly perks up a bit. “Really?”
“Of course, she told me all about how you help her around the shop and make those beautiful dresses.”
Sweetie Belle kicks at the ground bashfully. “Yeah, I try to help her whenever I can.”
“And you do a wonderful job.” Sweetie Belle can’t help but beam at the praise “So, have you had breakfast yet?”
“No, not yet. Scootaloo’s parents had to take her to the doctor’s and couldn’t leave us alone. So they dropped me and Apple Bloom off.”
“Tell you what, let’s go make breakfast so your sister can get ready for the day,” you say as you guide her down the hall.
“Can I help?”
“Sure. You ever have monkey bread?”
* * * * * * * * * *
“Okay, now just keep stirring the glaze.”
Sweetie Belle was more than eager to help and a fast learner. Surprisingly, she knew all of her cooking measurements and didn’t hesitate when you asked for a cup of brown sugar.
“Who taught you to cook? Rarity?” you ask as you idly cut the doughy biscuits into pieces.
She shakes her head “No, the Cutie Mark Crusaders tried to cook before and we learned the easy stuff, but it didn’t end that well...” she says rather sullenly. “Where did you learn to make this stuff, anyway?”
“Well you see, in the forests beyond Equestria, there’s a clan of monkeys called the Yekmons that can make all sorts of sweets.”
Sweetie Belle stops stirring and looks at you, her jaw hanging slack.
You can’t help but continue to milk it. “During my time as a jungle explorer, I stumbled upon the clan and they took me in as their own. They showed me all sorts of jungle secrets and how to make the best treats. And that’s how I learned this super secret recipe. You should be honored. I’ve only shared it with a choice few.”
Sweetie Belle stares at you in wide-eyed disbelief “Really?”
“Of course not, I learned it in college.”
“That was mean!” she says as she sticks her tongue out at you.
You stick your tongue out back at her “Oh yeah? Well nyeh!”
Sweetie Belle contorts her face together and you can’t help but laugh and join in and start making faces at each other. This goes on for a few minutes until you hear Rarity join in on the laughter. “I take it you two are having fun?” she asked through a chortle.
“Yeah! A whole bunch of fun!”
“That’s great to hear,” she says with a warm smile “When do you think breakfast shall be ready?”
“Twenty minutes, give or take.” you say as you pop the dish into the oven.
“That long?” Sweetie Belle groans.
“Good things come to those who wait, Sweetie Belle. You can’t rush it,” Rarity says as she takes a seat at the table “Oh and darling, would you please make some tea?”
“I said it before, and I’ll say it again: I’m proud of you, Rarity.”
She stares at you as you fetch the teapot. “When are you going to tell me why you’re proud?”
You remain quiet as you start the kettle, but can’t help grin ear to ear.
* * * * * * * * * *
“Why are you here, anyway?” Sweetie Belle asked through a mouthful of monkey bread.
“Sweetie Belle, don’t take with your mouth full. It’s not lady-like.” Rarity says before taking another bite of her breakfast.
“You see, I was real sick last night. My tummy hurt and I had a headache. And since I couldn’t remember where I put the keys to my house, your big sister let me stay at here for the night.”
Sweetie Belle seems to buy your spin on your drunken night, but is still curious. “But won’t Rarity get sick because you were sleeping in her bed?”
“Uhh… What he had is something I can’t catch, Sweetie Belle,” Rarity says nervously.
“Oh, okay.” she says, sounding convinced “So what are you doing today?”
Rarity looks to you and shrugs. “I really don’t know… We could always get out of the house and go somewhere.”
Upon hearing this, Sweetie Belle’s eyes light up. “Can we go to the park? Please? We haven’t been to the park in forever!”
“Hm... The park actually doesn’t sound like a bad idea. Would you like to tag along, darling?”
“I don’t see why not,” you say with a shrug “I haven’t been to the park since I was a little colt.”
“Great! Keep an eye on Sweetie Belle while I freshen up, will you?”
Rarity makes her way out of the kitchen and down the hall, leaving you with Sweetie Belle.
“So, you’re Rarity’s boyfriend?” Sweetie Belle asks once Rarity’s out of earshot. The questions startles you, but you clear your throat and remain calm.
“W-Well, not exactly. I’m a special friend. She’s been having a lot of problems lately and I’m helping her take care of them.” Sweetie Belle glares at you. “You don’t have to keep treating me like child, you know. I’ve got a boyfriend.”
“Oh, you do?”
She nods quickly. “Uh-huh. And so does Apple Bloom and Scootaloo.”
“Okay then, I’ll stop beating around the bush. I’d like to be your sister’s boyfriend, but we both want her to get better first before anything gets serious. ”
“Oh, okay then. Just don’t hurt her, okay? She really likes you and talks about you all the time.”
“What does she say?” you ask as you take a sip of tea.
“She goes on about how nice and wonderful and how much of a gentlecolt you are,”
You can’t help but smile at the compliments Rarity was giving you behind your back.
“But sometimes she dresses up in front of a mirror and pretends she’s talking to you.”
You almost choke on your tea. “R-Really now... Does she know you’re watching her?”
Sweetie Belle shakes her head. “No. Sometimes she wears really weird clothes like those uniforms at private schools or a nurse’s gown and makes all sorts of weird poses while saying your name.”
A rolling heat begins to travel up your face at the thought of Rarity wearing such things. “Uh, S-Sweetie Belle, I shouldn’t have to tell you that spying is rude... You really should stop.”
She blinks a few times. “Oh. I never thought of it like that...” she says bashfully “you’re probably right.”
Before things could get too awkward, Rarity pokes her head into the kitchen. “Okay, I’m done darling. If you want, you can use my shower while I make a picnic lunch.”
“Can I help?” Sweetie Belle asks as she bounds up to her big sister.
Rarity sighs and shakes her head. “Sweetie Belle, I-”
You shoot Rarity a look and she seems to get the message.
“That would be wonderful, thank you Sweetie Belle.”
You give Rarity a nod in approval before making your way out of the kitchen and to the bathroom.
She’s learning. She may not realize it, but she’s learning.
* * * * * * * * * *
Sweetie Belle couldn’t control her giggling as she swung higher and higher on the swing.
“Push me higher!”
You put your hooves on her back and give her a mighty shove.
“Wait, that’s too high!” Sweetie Belle cries out in panic.
Reaching out, you do your best to gently guide her to a stop. Sweetie Belle hops down from the swing and seems happy to be on solid ground. “Oh wow, that was scary! I mean, it wasn’t as bad as zip-lining, but still...”
“Wait, you were zip-You know what, never mind. I don’t want to know. Why don’t you go play on the jungle gym? I’ll be over here with your sister.”
Sweetie Belle runs off without a word and makes her way to the other side of the playground. You join Rarity’s side underneath the tree where she set up the picnic she and Sweetie Belle had made earlier.
“Care for some fruit juice?” Rarity offers as she pours a glass from her thermos.
“Yes, thank you very much.” You down the drink quickly, your body still dehydrated from last night’s binge.
“Darling, I must say, you have quite the way with children. I don’t think I’ve seen Sweetie Belle have so much fun.”
“What can I say? I like children. They’re just so innocent and worry free... Not like some of the bundles of stress I see everyday... no offense.” you say as you gesture your glass out for a refill.
“None taken. I know what you mean. Sweetie Belle may be having a hard time finding out who she is, but it’s not keeping her up at night.”
You gesture to Sweetie Belle and the Cutie Mark Crusaders “It also helps when you have friends like that.”
“Yes, especially that boyfriend of theirs.”
You watch the three fillies pounce on the colt and roll around in the grass, giggling all the while.
“Wait, you mean...”
Rarity nods and confirms your suspicions. “That little colt moved to Ponyville not too long ago and made friends with those three... But it blossomed into something more. Sweetie Belle, Apple Bloom, and Scootaloo all fell in love with him. It’s cute, actually.”
“Wow... I just hope everything turns out okay for them. I’d rather not see any of them get hurt.”
“They all seem to love each other very much. And really, does that colt look like a heart breaker?”
Looking back to the four kids, you couldn’t help but feel your heart melt. All four of them were spread out on the grass, just looking up at the sky. The colt was doing his best to hold onto all three of them as tightly as he could and each one of them were smiling ear to ear.
“Yeah, you’re right. I’m sure things will work out.”
After a few minutes, you let out a long yawn and get to your hooves. “If you don’t mind, I think I’ll head home.”
Rarity looks disappointed for a second, but nods. “I understand, dear. You’re still not feeling well from your hangover, are you?”
You nod meekly. You didn’t say anything, but your stomach was doing flips and that headache turned into a full blown migraine.
“I’ll see you soon, darling.”
Rarity looks at you oddly as you walk up to her and gasps aloud when you surprise her with a short, but tender kiss. She looks at you dreamily, not expecting this kind of forwardness from you. “What...What was that for?”
“That was to give you some incentive. I want to see you bright eyed and bushy tailed tomorrow for therapy. Understand?”
She nods slowly. “Understood...” Rarity snaps herself out of her daze just as you begin to walk away “I will, darling, I promise!”
Thatta girl you think with a smile as you make your way home.
* * * * * * * * * *
Five more minutes you think idly. A week had passed since the picnic and Rarity had made stunning improvement in her therapy. Today was supposed to be her checkup so you could both see how far she’s come. On cue, you hear a knock on your office door.
“Enter.”
Just as you expected, Rarity walks into your office, grinning from ear to ear.
“So, how are you feeling?” you ask as you pull her file out from her desk.
Rarity laughs as she jumps into the air. “I feel better than I have in years, darling! I’m happy! I’m cured!”
“I’ll be the judge of that ‘cured’ part...” you say as you flip open her file. “When you first came in, I asked you some questions. I’m going to ask you again and we’re going to compare, alright?”
“When I asked you how many times a day you think ‘This needs to be perfect’, you told me around a dozen. And what about now?”
“To be completely honest, once or twice at the most.” Rarity says thoughtfully.
“And when asked how anxious you feel when something isn’t perfect on a scale of one to ten, you told me eight, maybe nine. And now?”
“Well, two or three.” She isn’t as happy and ecstatic as she was a few seconds ago.
“And this has been every day?”
Rarity sighs heavily “I still have more therapy sessions, don’t I?” she asks, dejected.
Getting up from your desk, you move to her side and put a hoof on her shoulder. “Why don’t we take a walk?”
* * * * * * * * * *
You and Rarity walk through the streets of Ponyville, idly chatting about the weather and the current going on’s in Ponyville, but the conversation keeps circling back to the topic at hand.
“Rarity, you’re still having these obsessive thoughts.”
“I know... I just... Can’t help it.” she says sounding quite frustrated “It’s who I am.”
“Oh, I know that. And I doubt any more therapy will help.”
“But... If more therapy won’t help, then what do we do?” Rarity asks worryingly.
“First, we stop here.” you say as you point to Sugar Cube Corner.
“Uhh... Okay? What exactly do we need here?”
“It’s quite simple. You don’t need any more therapy. You’re healthy. You’re happy.” you say as you open the door for her “And for that reason, we need to-”
Before you could get another word out, Rarity steps through the threshold and is immediately assaulted by screaming and noisemakers “SURPRISE!”
Rarity nearly jumps out of her skin and looks around her, shocked. “Wh-What’s going on?!?” she cries
Pinkie Pie bounds up to Rarity, jumping up and down excitedly. “It’s your ‘All Better’ party!”
Rarity blinks a few times, trying to process what was going on. “All better...” she turns to you, smiling. “I’m... all better? But I thought-”
“You thought you needed more therapy because you aren’t 100% better. Or in other words, ‘perfect’. To be honest Rarity, that tiny obsessive part of you will always be a part of your personality. No amount of therapy will change that. I’m sorry, but you’re not perfect.”
She looks at you dumbfounded. “I’m not perfect?”
“And I’m completely fine with this. What about you?”
Rarity looks over everypony in the room and slowly starts to smile. “Yes... Yes, I’m fine with this.”
The party goers clap their hooves together and cheer for her, having finally conquered her anxiety.
“Alright! Let’s p-” you stop Pinkie Pie from going any further.
“Ah, ah, ah! Not just yet. Rarity needs one more thing before this is all legit.” You feel every pony in the room watch as you reach into your coat pocket and produce a piece of paper.
“I’ve always wanted to sing this when I discharged a patient.” You say before clearing your throat.
“As counselor, I must aver, I’ve thoroughly examined her and she’s not only merely sane, she’s really most sincerely sane!
You give the papers to Rarity, who looks them over quickly. “What are these?”
“Your discharge papers. It’s all there. You’re no longer my patient. Congratu-”
Rarity’s eyes light up when she hears you’re no longer her doctor and races towards you. She throws her forelegs around your neck and draws you in for a deep, passionate kiss. You can’t help but kiss back, enjoying every second of it. When you finally break the kiss, you look into her eyes and smile. “Now THAT was perfect.”
It’s only then that you notice that the entire room has gone quiet and every pony was staring at both you and Rarity.
“W-Well... This is awkward.” you say with a nervous chuckle.
“Well what’s everypony standing around for?” Pinkie Pie screams, breaking the silence. “Let’s party!”
You don’t know how she does it, but Pinkie manages to get the party rolling again, albeit with some ponies wanting all the details.
“Rarity, when were you going to tell us you snagged yourself a stallion?” Rainbow Dash asked with a tease.
“Well... I don’t know. It just sort of happened.”
“So she was your date, Fritz? I should have known.”
“Oh, I’m so happy for you two! I wanted to say something before when I saw you kissing in the park, but I didn’t think it was my place to say anything because you’d tell us when you were ready and then we threw this party and you didn’t tell us, but sure did show us!” Pinkie Pie somehow managed to say with a single breath.
You wander off and let Rarity talk amongst her friends and grab yourself a glass of wine. Just as you’re about to take a sip, you feel a tug on your jacket. Looking down, you find yourself looking down at Spike, Twilight’s dragon assistant at the library, just staring at you.
“Uh, can I help you?” you ask after a few seconds. The dragon sighs heavily and pats your side. “Take good care of Rarity, okay? For me?”
“I will, I promise.” you say, not quite sure what to make of the dragon’s behavior. Spike gives you a satisfied nod and disappears into the crowd of party goers.
Just as Spike leaves, Applejack takes his place.
“Uh, hey Doc? I just wanted to say thanks. Again. Fer, you know, payin’ for my vacation and all.” she says rather bashfully.
“What are you talking about? I just bought a bunch of apples. It just so happened to be just enough for you to go on vacation.” you say with a chuckle.
“Well, whatever the case, ya did me a huge favor. Thanks again.”
“Not a problem, AJ. But if you don’t mind me asking, where are you going?” you ask curiously.
“I took yer advice and booked a place somewhere tropical. Summerset Keys. It’s gunna be fun.”
“Surf, sand, and sun? You better have fun.”
“Heh, I’ll make sure to doc. You have a good one now.”
Just as Applejack begins to walk away, you call out to her “Bring me back a souvenir!”
Once Applejack had left, Rarity walks up to you and joins your side.
“Well?” she asks coyly.
“Well what?” you ask back as you take a sip of wine.
“Aren’t you going to ask me something?”
“Oh yeah. You aren’t mad because I spoofed the coroner’s lines from The Wizard of Oz to deliver the news that you were all better, are you?”
Rarity looks at you quite irate. “No! I don’t care about that! You promised me something. When this all began, remember?”
You shake your head and shrug. “Sorry, nothing’s ringing a bell...”
She stares at you, mouth agape. “B..But...”
You can’t hold it anymore and start snickering like a fool. “Oh Rarity, you are so easy to mess with. Of course I remember.”
“Oh thank Celestia! I started to think you forgot all about that tender moment...”
Putting a hoof around Rarity’s shoulder, you draw her in and hug her tightly. “I’d never forget a promise like that. I said I’d give you a night you’d never forget and I meant I’d give you a night you’d never forget.”
“Do you mind if I ask you what you had in mind?”
“Oh you know, nothing special. Dinner and dance at the Queue du Chevaux in Canterlot.”
Rarity’s jaw almost unhinges. “B-b-b-b-but how did you even get reservations?!? The waiting list is a mile long!”
“The manager is a friend and former patient of mine. I just sent him a letter and asked him for a favor.”
“When do we go?” she asks ecstatically.
“Tomorrow night.”
Rarity squeals with delight and begins planting kisses up and down your face. “Oh thank you thank you thank you! This is so exciting! Queue du Chevaux is one of the most fanciest and prestigious restaurantsin Canter-” Rarity gasps aloud and begins to visibly panic “Oh my gosh, I need to go to the spa and get a full facial and pedicure, I don’t know what to wear or how to do my mane or-”
You grab a hold of Rarity’s shoulders and force her to look you in the eyes. “Calm. down.” you say slowly “You’re beautiful just the way you are. The only thing you need is that red satin dress. You know the one I’m talking about. And if you really want to doll yourself up, you’re more than welcome to, but you don’t have to go overboard, alright? And above all, be yourself.” Once you finish, Rarity lets out a sigh of relief and nods. “Alright. I’ll wear the dress, since you find it so...sexy.” she says with a tease.
“Or you could wear that nurse’s outfit or school filly’s uniform you’re so fond of.”
Rarity’s face turns bright red. “H-H-H-HOW DID YOU-I MEAN, I-”
You draw Rarity in and give her a quick kiss. “Oh you. You shouldn’t be embarrassed. Everypony likes to do a little roleplaying now and again.” leaning in, you whisper in her ear “If that’s something you really want to do, let me know. I’m game.”
Rarity’s face turns a deeper shade of red and she starts tripping over her words. “I-I-Well, tha-I mean...”
You can’t help but laugh aloud as she becomes increasingly flustered. “Oh you. No need to get so hot under the collar.”
“Oh, you are so mean! Why do you keep teasing me like that?”
“Because you’re so cute when you’re speechless.” you say as you nuzzle up to Rarity, eliciting a shiver of delight from the mare. “Now go on and enjoy your party.”
“Alright...” she says dreamily before snapping herself back to attention “Thank you. For everything.” Rarity gives you a kiss on the cheek before joining her friends again while you nurse a glass of wine in the back of the room. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Pinkie Pie running up to each of the party goers, refilling glasses or filling plates. It doesn’t take long for her to come bounding up to you, acting her usual bubbly self.
“Hiya! Enjoying the party?”
“That I am. Thanks for organizing it on such short notice.” you say before taking another sip of wine.
“Oh no sweat! It wasn’t that hard and as soon as you told me Rarity was all better this morning, I was so excited to get everything set up!”
“And you did a wonderful job. Thanks again.”
Pinkie Pie beams with pride and wanders off towards the punchbowl, leaving you to watch the party enter full swing, so it isn’t before long that somepony asked about party games. This prompted Pinkie Pie to bust out ‘pin the tail on the pony’.
“What’s with the target and numbers?” somepony had asked when they saw the bull’s eye Pinkie had painted on the picture.
“Well, since we’re all grown up here, I thought we could play a more grown up game! The numbers get bigger the closer you get to the target and that tells you how many shots of hard cider you have to do!”
The other ponies seem excited to play a twist on their favorite childhood game, except for Rarity, who slinks away before they get a chance to break out the shot glasses.
“Quite an odd game, isn’t it?” she muses aloud as she joins your side.
You and Rarity sit back and watch the other ponies stumble around while trying to get the tail in the right spot.
“Pinkie Pie came up with it, of course it’s odd.”
“Well, I couldn’t see myself playing such an absurd game; stumbling around like a drunkard... groping around for the target... laughing...having fun...” she trails off as she watches Twilight stumble and fall backwards and land on her back, only to giggle aloud as the other ponies help her up.
“You want to join in, don’t you?”
Rarity looks almost insulted. “No! No! Of course not! Maybe... Yes.” she says with a defeated sigh “But it seems so un-lady like. What would the other ponies think?”
“They’d think you’re having a good time. Don’t worry what the others think. Just have fun.”
“You know... You’re right. I’m going to go enjoy myself.” she says confidently “Care to join me?”
“No, no, you go have fun. I’m quite fine. A glass of wine is all I’m having tonight.”
“Oh, alright.” she says sounding rather disappointed “But look on the bright side: If I’m the one who gets inebriated this time, I’ll have to sleep in your bed.”
You feel a blush rise in your cheeks at the idea of Rarity sleeping in your bed this time around “I-I look forward to that.”
A sly grin begins to form on Rarity’s face. “Me too,” she leans in and whispers in your ear “especially since sleeping is the last thing we’d do...”
You begin grabbing at your collar in a vain attempt to cool yourself down. “W-well, you see, I... well...Umm...”
Rarity’s the one who starts giggling like a fool this time. “Oh you are right! It is cute when you’re speechless.” she says with a tease.
Oh...She’s good... you think as she makes her way back to the party.
* * * * * * * * * *
Taking a deep breath, you gather your nerves and knock on the door to the Carousel Boutique.
The party ended as most parties do; with full bellies and high spirits. You and Rarity parted ways when it all came to an end and both promised to meet up tomorrow night. The day passed and it was already time to leave for Canterlot. You reach out to knock again, but stop when the door begins to open. You can’t help but gasp aloud when you see her step through the threshold. She was wearing the red satin halter top you and her were so familiar with, bright red lipstick, and a little rouge for added measure.
“I’m ready.”
“Your chariot awaits, my dear.” you say with a bow. Rarity looks puzzled for a moment until she sees the pegasus drawn chariot coming in for a landing.
“Very nice timing.” you say as they touch down.
“Thanks.” the two pegasi say in unison.
“Oh this is simply fabulous!” Rarity says as you help her into the chariot “But are you sure you can afford all of this?
“Well, it’s for you, so it’s worth it.”
“Thank you again, darling... You make me feel so special.” she says as she nuzzles up to you. You give her a kiss on the cheek, making her giggle aloud.
“You’re welcome.”
You and Rarity remain silent for the entire ride to Canterlot, simply enjoying each other’s presence and the spectacular view. Your chauffeurs sense the atmosphere and remain quiet until you’re finally at the Queue du Chevaux. You can’t help but stare up at it and it’s towering size. It was a restaurant, hotel, and ballroom all rolled into one and towered above most of the other buildings in Canterlot, with the exception of the castle.
“You two enjoy yourself now.”
“Oh, we will! And thank you!” Rarity says as she bounds up to the two large double doors “I can’t believe we get to eat at the Queue du Chevaux!”
Reaching out, you open the door for her. “You better believe it.”
Walking through the doors, you and Rarity are immediately hit by the sound of music that seems to resonate through the entire building and give it an air of peace and high spirits.
Rarity does the best to contain herself as you and her make your way to the head waiter. “Hello, we have a reservation.” you say to the unicorn behind the podium. His blue coat and yellow mane looked like they had seen a lot of work this morning to get them looking just right. “I’m sorry sir, but you’re not on the list.
Both yours and Rarity’s jaw drop at the news. “What are you talking about? I haven’t even told you my name yet!”
“Well, I can tell just by looking at you that you’re not-”
“ELLE CUISINE! JUST WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING?!?”
The pony visibly cringes upon hearing his name and looks to the blue earth pony with the curly orange mane barreling towards him. “B-B-But sir, I-”
“Don’t you ‘But sir, I-’ me, mister! This is the third time I’ve caught you turning down guests because you didn’t think they looked like ‘Queue du Chevaux material’. This is your final chance to get your act together or you’re FIRED!”
Elle Cuisine starts to stumble across his words. “I-I-I-I’m dreadfully s-s-sorry! Y-You said you had reservations?”
“I still do, right Affero?” you ask tentatively.
The pony reaches out and grabs your hoof and shakes it vigorously. “Of course, anything for the pony that helped me get over my depression.” he says gratefully “Elle, show these two to their table.”
Elle clears his throat, but can’t stop his voice from cracking “R-right this way...” he says as he leads you into the main hall. You can’t help but be awestruck by the sheer beauty of the place; crystal chandeliers, elegant glass sculptures, high end dining tables and cutlery, everything you’d expect of such an extravagant restaurant.
“Your table.” he says rather curtly.
“Uhh, thank you... May we get two menus, please?” Rarity asks as she takes her seat.
The waiter reaches into his apron and produces two menus, which he promptly slams down on the table, making both you and Rarity jump back. Before you can even get a chance to look it over, Elle Cuisine huffs off, mumbling something under his breath.
“What’s his problem?” Rarity asks as she opens her menu.
“Forget him. He’s probably mad that a beautiful mare like you isn’t on the market anymore.”
Rarity stifles a giggle. “Oh stop. Flattery will get nowhere.”
Leaning in, you give Rarity a short kiss before smiling. “What about that? Where does that get me?”
“Oh… Right about here.”
Rarity presses her lips to yours and eases her tongue inside your mouth, sending a jolt of pleasure through your entire body. The kiss seemed more carnal and exciting knowing that you were surrounded by other ponies who were watching you. You and Rarity try to fully enjoy the kiss, but both stop when you hear a pony clear their throat to get your attention. Looking up, you see Elle Cuisine standing over you.
“Have you decided on your order yet?” he asks.
“Uh, no. Not yet. But could we get something to drink?”
Rarity looks over the wine list briefly before tapping on a specific brand with her hoof “How about a bottle of chardonnay? I’ve always wanted to try that.”
“Sure. Can we get that, please?” you ask before opening up the menu for the first time.
Elle Cuisine sighs heavily and disappears once more without so much as a word.
Looking through the menu, you can’t help but be impressed by the variety of food and drink from all over Equestria.
“See anything you like?” Rarity asks as she peruses the menu.
“Well there’s this unicorn in a red satin dress I’d like t-oh you mean on the menu.” you say jokingly “The barley and feta stuffed artichokes look good. I think I’ll go with that.”
“Well then, I guess I’ll go with the watercress salad with frissee and avocado. It sounds quite delicious.”
Just as you and Rarity finish deciding on what to eat, Elle cuisine returns with wine. “Now you decided yet?” he asks as he pulls the cork off of the wine bottle.
Rarity levitates the wine bottle into the air while placing the orders. “Yes, he’ll have an order of the barley and feta stuffed artichokes and I’d like a watercress salad with frissee and avocado.” she says as she pours you a glass. Cuisine finishes writing down your orders and looks to you with a forced smile. “Your food shall be ready in a moment.”
“See, it’s getting better already.” you say as you raise your glass “To us.”
“To us.” Rarity says before bringing the glass to your lips.
You stop after the first sip, only to gag violently. “Dear Celestia, that’s bitter!” you say as you rub the taste off of your tongue.
“Oh dear lord, I could use this as salad dressing! Whatever they gave us, it is not chardonnay.”
Just as you manage to get the taste out of your mouth, Cuisine returns carrying your orders.
Well, at least the food will be better you think as Cuisine sets your plates down.
This thought is quickly dashed when you see your food for the first time. You’ve had artichokes before and they were usually a deep green, but these were almost grey and rubbery. Rarity’s food didn’t look any better; the salad was brown in some places and the odor coming off from it couldn’t be healthy.
“Enjoy.” Cuisine says before running off.
“Well... Maybe it tastes better than it looks.” you say hopefully. You lean in and take a small bite from your dinner and immediately retch. “It’s rotten!” you cry.
“I-It’s not that bad...” Rarity says as she tries to swallow a mouthful of her salad.
Holding a hoof into the air, you try to get Elle Cuisine’s attention. You stop when you feel Rarity grab your hoof and push it down. “No, please. Don’t cause a scene. It’s fine.”
“It is not fine!” you hiss “The wine is crap, the food is crap, and I’m not about to let them ruin your perfect night!”
“I am having a perfect night! I’m here with you and I’m enjoying myself. Admittedly, I’m not flattered by the quality of the food, but it’s not why we came here.” she says as she gets up from the table “We came to have the time of our lives. Let’s dance the night away.”
“You’re right. Let’s not let a little bad food spoil our night.”
Joining Rarity’s side, you and her make your way to the dance hall. You can’t help but stare at the odd performance before you. In the back, the orchestra you heard on the way in was playing the same exact song, which the ponies dance to in a methodical and almost calculated way. Each one had their own partner and stayed at least a foot away from at any given time. They side stepped to the left, right and the moved backwards once to the rhythm and reversed it every odd interval.
“How is this dancing?” you ask as you and Rarity make your way onto the dance floor. “There’s no contact or communication, just movement.”
“Well, it’s not the most romantic thing in the world, but we might as well give it a shot.” Rarity says as she takes lead. Sighing, you do your best to mimic her motions and spend the majority of your time looking at her hooves instead of her.
“Having fun?” you ask after getting the steps down. You stop dead when you finally see the pained look on Rarity’s face. “What’s wrong? Are you okay?”
“Oh my... I... I need to use the lady’s room.” she says before running off. You let out a deflated sigh as you wander over to the refreshment table. You pour yourself a glass of punch and immediately down it, hoping that somepony had spiked it before you got to it.
“Why so glum, pal?”
Looking to your side, you finally notice the unicorn in the tuxedo standing next to you. “You wouldn’t understand...” you say as you look into the empty glass of punch.
The unicorn chuckles under his breath as he adjusts his glasses. “I’ve been around the block a few times. Try me.”
You don’t know why, but you begin to open up to the unicorn. “I promised my date a night she’ll never forget and it’s turning into that for sure, but not in the good way. The wine burned my tongue, the food was bad, the dancing was almost mechanical and had no love, and now she’s in the bathroom probably getting sick.” You let out another heavy sigh as you hang her head “I just wish I could give her what she deserves.”
“Sounds like you’ve been royally screwed,” the unicorn says as he furrows his brow “These upper-class have ruined almost everything about this place. Not only have they messed up the food, but they wouldn’t know a good time if it came up and bit them!”
“I mean, honestly. Look at that. No emotion. No love. If just one person got out there and showed them how to swing...”
Your ears perk up “Swing? What’s that?”
The unicorn looks at you, almost hurt. “Oh man, you don’t know what you’re missing. Jangles, get over here!”
In almost an instant, a blue earth pony runs up to the unicorn. “Yeah Benny?”
“Let’s show this colt how to swing.”
The earth pony’s eyes light up. “Oh yes, yes, yes!”
In unison, they both rear up and stand on their hind legs and lock their forelegs together. “You see, the key to swing is support; both physical and emotional. You need your partner to be there for you and trust that you’re going to be there so you don’t fall.”
All at once, they both start to tap their hooves on the ground and move from side to side. “And most importantly, you gotta keep up with the music.” With that, they start to pick up speed. In one quick and fluid motion, the unicorn let’s go of one foreleg and spins the earth pony in a circle before spinning himself around and grabbing her foreleg again.
They continue dancing like this for a few minutes and you can’t help but clap when they finally finish. “That was amazing! I’ve never seen dancing like that before!”
“It’s sort of sad that swing isn’t more popular. If I could just-” the unicorn stops talking and turns to you, a sly grin forming on his face. “You want to give your mare a night she’ll never forget, right?”
You nod “Of course.”
“And I want out of here. It’s time for Benny Goodcolt to split this popsicle stand. But I want to give these hoity-toities something to remember me by... And you’re going to help me.”
“Wait, what? How can I help?”
“Simple. I play the music, you swing. Dig?”
“But I don’t know how!”
The unicorn puts a hoof on your shoulder and smile. “Swinging is as natural as breathing. Once you start, you’ll never stop. Now get ready.”
Before you can get another word out, the unicorn runs off towards the orchestra and starts saying something.
“Darling, I think it’s time we leave...” you hear Rarity say from behind you.
Okay... Now or never
“Not just yet. One more dance. Please?” you ask nervously.
Rarity sighs heavily and starts to get into formation. “Fine, one more-”
“No, not like that.” you say as you draw closer.
She looks at you, puzzled. “What do you mean?”
“Like this. Reaching out, you grab a hold of Rarity’s fore legs as you saw Goodcolt do and rear up so you both are standing on your hind legs. Just as you do, the music stops, making everyone turn to the orchestra.
“I think it’s time for something a little different,” Benny says as he levitates a clarinet into the air “and a one and a two and a...”
The orchestra picks up again, playing a slightly more cheery and tune.
“What are you doing?” Rarity asks as you begin to take lead.
“One, two, one, t- I’m dancing. And so are you. So just enjoy yourself.”
“B-but everyone is staring!” Rarity says as you begin to rock yourself and her back and forth.
“Let them.”
Getting a little more confident, you pick up the speed and Rarity manages to follow suit.
Goodcolt was right, this feel so natural...
“Darling, I’m just at a loss for words... This feels so strange, but romantic...” she says as you manage to dip her back slightly “Where did you learn to dance like this?”
“Oh you know, a passing sage taught me one night.”
Rarity laughs aloud as you spin her around once more. “Well, wherever you learned it, I’m glad you did! This is the most fun I’ve ever had!”
“Just what do you think you think you’re doing?!?” a crass voice cried out.
Looking to your side, you can’t help but smile for the first time when seeing Elle. “What does it look like?!?”
“This is wrong!”
“If this is wrong, I don’t want to be right!” Rarity cackles as she really starts to get into things.
“Come on, let’s rock this joint!” you yell to the growing crowd of ponies.
All at once, the music stops.“You heard the pony!” Benny Goodcolt yells to the orchestra “and a one and a two and a three!”
The music starts again, but the beat is different. It somehow makes it’s way through your very bones and makes you want to dance the night away.
Surprisingly, the urge you felt is now being felt by all the other ponies who had been dancing before. Elle Cuisine can only watch in horror as couple after couple stands up and starts swinging. They all start out shakily and unsure of themselves but it doesn’t take long for them to find their groove. Even Rarity is getting more daring, doing more spins and even dropping down for a split, only to have you help her back up.
“Kiss me!” Rarity cries.
Acting on impulse, you lean forward and kiss her deeply, savoring the pleasure of it all. You couldn’t help but notice that you were still dancing as your lips were locked, somehow heightening the experience as a whole.
The music speeds up for a final time and comes down to a might crescendo as you break the kiss, leaving you and Rarity out of breath. You both slump down and rest on your haunches as you try to catch your breath.
Rarity turns to you, panting for air “Oh dear Celestia... That was... That was just...”
“WUNDERBAR!”
You try to enjoy the afterglow of the whole experience, but can’t help but feel irritated when Elle Cuisine comes walking up to you with a scowl on his face.
“I never want to see you two here ever again! That was the most undignified show of-”
“Oh shut up!” Rarity yells, startling everyone “This dance was the best part of my night! First you refuse to let us in, after that you served us vinegar instead of wine, then you gave us rotten food and now you try to tell us how and how we can’t dance! I can’t see how the manager could let something like this slide!”
As if on cue, Affero appears from the crowd, staring daggers at Elle. “You did what?” he asks, his voice dripping with anger.
Elle Cuisine begins to back up, only to trip on an outstretched hoof belonging to Benny Goodcolt.
“You’ve been trying to run this restaurant under my nose and you’ve been treating my friends like garbage?” Affero takes a deep breath and seems to calm down slightly, making Elle calm down for a moment.
“YOU’RE FIRED!” Affero screams at the top of his lungs, making Elle jump back and scramble for the door. As soon as Elle is out of sight, Affero turns to you, looking hurt.
“I am SO sorry for that! Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?”
You shake your head as you put a hoof around Rarity’s shoulder and draw her close to you. “Naw, not that I can think of. We enjoyed ourselves, didn’t we love?”
“Yes we did, darling. Now if you’ll excuse us, I think it’s time we leave.”
And with that, you and Rarity leave the Queue du Chevaux in high spirits.
* * * * * * * * * *
“You’re him.”
You tear your eyes from the ground below to Rarity, who was looking at you with a content smile.
“Him who?” you ask as you take a seat next to her.
“No, just ‘him’. The one. That special individual I’ve been waiting my life to meet. The one who I can love with all my heart.”
Using your hoof, you guide Rarity’s face closer to yours. “If I’m him then you’re her.”
“I love you Rarity.”
“I love you too.”
You press your lips against hers and kiss under the starlit skies, far above Ponyville. You could only find a single word to describe this single moment in time.
Perfect.
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