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David Silver
|
562727
| 44 |
Main 6,Original Character,Second Person,Adventure,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
|
CYOA: A Day in Ponyville
|
You are a resident of Ponyville. It's time to start your day. How will it go? Well, you tell me. It's your day. I can't wait to hear all about it.
|
complete
| 45 | 4 |
<p>You are a resident of Ponyville. It's time to start your day. How will it go? Well, you tell me. It's your day. I can't wait to hear all about it.</p><p>This is a CYOA tale, meaning you get to pick which path you take at the end of each chapter. This is done entirely on a whim.</p><p>If you run into a chapter that's not written yet, go ahead and comment that you want to go down it, which is fuel for me to get it written, knowing somepony's waiting on it.</p><p>Endings so far: 30</p>
|
teen
|
2024-08-07T15:04:20+00:00
|
2024-08-20T00:23:32+00:00
| 97 |
You take a great stomping step towards Trixie. "You've gone too far today!" You lower your head and charge right at her. Her eyes widen and she scrambles out of the way. She doesn't seem to know how to deal with your direct attack. You slide to a halt beside Apple Bloom. "What do you want?"
Trixie raises a hoof, irritated. "To teach this little pony a lesson! How dare you steal from Trixie?!" She shook her hoof at Apple Bloom, leering at her. "You mud ponies may have brute strength, but Trixie has magic!" Her horn glows brightly, bathing the nearby area in bright blue light. "It is time for Trixie to punish you."
Apple Bloom presses up against you. "Don't let her hurt me."
"Don't plan on it." You dart forward, ducking under a bolt of angry magic. The rocks sizzle and melt where they were struck. "I won't let that happen."
"No more talk! This is your last chance!" Trixie looms high above you with the smuggest grin. "As if you stood even a little chance." She seems to think this was all some kind of silly joke. "Prepare to be smote!" Her horn glows and several large glowing balls surround her head.
You:
A: Take the assault dead on.
B: Use Trixie as a shield.
|
David Silver
|
562727
| 45 |
Main 6,Original Character,Second Person,Adventure,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
|
CYOA: A Day in Ponyville
|
You are a resident of Ponyville. It's time to start your day. How will it go? Well, you tell me. It's your day. I can't wait to hear all about it.
|
complete
| 45 | 4 |
<p>You are a resident of Ponyville. It's time to start your day. How will it go? Well, you tell me. It's your day. I can't wait to hear all about it.</p><p>This is a CYOA tale, meaning you get to pick which path you take at the end of each chapter. This is done entirely on a whim.</p><p>If you run into a chapter that's not written yet, go ahead and comment that you want to go down it, which is fuel for me to get it written, knowing somepony's waiting on it.</p><p>Endings so far: 30</p>
|
teen
|
2024-08-07T19:09:31+00:00
|
2024-08-20T14:58:32+00:00
| 76 |
You march on Twilight's tower with recruited soldiers making a merry stamping of their hooves all around you. "Yes, loyal minions. Today we finish our conquest of this town! There's no room for a princess when a queen stands before you! Twilight Sparkle is through."
Your ponies stomp the ground harder in unison, chanting your name over and over. They push on towards the door to Twilight's library, battering it open easily under their combined weight. Inside they find her, lying back with a book in her lap.
She opens one eye lazily. "Can I help you?"
You clear your throat. "Today, you bow before your new queen!"
She laughs lightly. "Okay, what? Are you joking right now?"
"No joke." You step off your wagon. "A princess is only helpful when she is beneath a queen. I am that queen. You see where I'm going, hm?"
Twilight snorts, lifting her head to look at you. "So, you came to get rid of me?"
You approach, menacingly. "Oh yes. Why have a princess when you can have a queen?" You clap your hooves with a feral smile. "But I'm a generous ruler. Bow and stand beneath me, and we can avoid any suffering."
She slams the book closed. "I think not. Nopony makes Twilight Sparkle bow before them." She stands, head raised high. "I will take you down." Her horn glows and you find yourself at the business end of an array of swirling and deadly magical energy.
You:
A: Use your army as cover.
B: Counter her with your own royal magic.
|
David Silver
|
562727
| 46 |
Main 6,Original Character,Second Person,Adventure,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
|
CYOA: A Day in Ponyville
|
You are a resident of Ponyville. It's time to start your day. How will it go? Well, you tell me. It's your day. I can't wait to hear all about it.
|
complete
| 45 | 4 |
<p>You are a resident of Ponyville. It's time to start your day. How will it go? Well, you tell me. It's your day. I can't wait to hear all about it.</p><p>This is a CYOA tale, meaning you get to pick which path you take at the end of each chapter. This is done entirely on a whim.</p><p>If you run into a chapter that's not written yet, go ahead and comment that you want to go down it, which is fuel for me to get it written, knowing somepony's waiting on it.</p><p>Endings so far: 30</p>
|
teen
|
2024-08-07T20:31:46+00:00
|
2024-08-07T20:31:46+00:00
| 75 |
You're not a hero of the land, or even a guard. Taking off towards some scream where there are probably monsters or other terrible things? No thanks. You trust in Applejack's abilities as she gallops away. She is clearly confident enough in herself to be charging towards that awful sound. "Good luck, AJ."
You turn to Big Mac, who's also standing by. "Well, I guess we could just watch from here. That might be best, right?"
He doesn't seem so sure, but he remains still, peering off after his sister. "Ayup." He takes an uncertain breath. "Don't like it none."
"That's why Applejack went. She'll handle it." You look over at the Apples, hoping they're feeling better. "Anything I can do to help out?"
Granny smiles softly. "Kind of you ta ask, but ah think the fun's over fer today. Why don'tcha get home afore you get in trouble too?"
Big Mac tugs your sleeve with a frown. "C'mon." He sets off down the road, back towards Ponyville. You trot alongside him.
He walks you right back to your house and waits for you to get inside before he even moves to turn. He looks at you through the window a brief moment, then is gone back towards Sweet Apple Acres. You settle in to spend a peaceful evening at home.
As you rest, you think back on the day. It was strange to think that Apple Bloom got in trouble that'd make a scream like that.
You hope Applejack settled things.
The End.
|
David Silver
|
562727
| 47 |
Main 6,Original Character,Second Person,Adventure,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
|
CYOA: A Day in Ponyville
|
You are a resident of Ponyville. It's time to start your day. How will it go? Well, you tell me. It's your day. I can't wait to hear all about it.
|
complete
| 45 | 4 |
<p>You are a resident of Ponyville. It's time to start your day. How will it go? Well, you tell me. It's your day. I can't wait to hear all about it.</p><p>This is a CYOA tale, meaning you get to pick which path you take at the end of each chapter. This is done entirely on a whim.</p><p>If you run into a chapter that's not written yet, go ahead and comment that you want to go down it, which is fuel for me to get it written, knowing somepony's waiting on it.</p><p>Endings so far: 30</p>
|
teen
|
2024-08-07T20:39:52+00:00
|
2024-08-07T20:39:52+00:00
| 77 |
You feel some of your energy returning. Sure, it'd been a long day at the hospital, but they sounded really happy at that tavern. Plus, you could use a drink after dealing with all those patients. With a new sense of purpose, you trot over towards the music and laughter.
Inside, the tavern is packed. You spy at least four dozen ponies having fun in the warm glow of the magical lighting. You gently work your way towards the bar, feeling readier by the moment to try some.
A quick check reveals you have twenty-seven bits in your purse. "How much for an ale?"
"That'll be five bits." The tender looks you over. "First time?"
"Yes." You place down the bits. "At least here."
He slides you a tall glass of amber liquid. "Well, welcome." He smiles brightly. "It's a fine time, I think."
You accept it with your magic and take a small sip. It has that punch, but leaves your insides warm. Your fatigue of the day is fading away.
"Hey!" A sloshed mare throws an arm over you. "There's a pony with the right idea! Wooooooo!" She waves her hoof for another round for herself and another ale for you.
The bartender glances at you. You nod eagerly, now that you're not alone in this anymore. You hold one ale between your hooves, the other in your magic. At least you only work on one at a time. "Berry Punch, always nice to see you."
She slides back from you a little. "Are we friends? Why didn't you tell me before?" She flops on top of you, licking your cheek. "Mmm, you taste like medicine."
You smile awkwardly at that. "I do work at the hospital." You try to wriggle free, but Berry follows your movements with amazing ease for being so drunk. "Having fun?"
"Heck yeah!" She plants another kiss on your cheek. "Maybe I'll go give some kisses to those ponies over there. C'mon!" She grabs your glass in her teeth and tugs you off your stool.
Your horn glows as you struggle to hold onto your drinks. "Hold on! Visiting hours are very over. No bothering the patients right now."
Berry looks around in a panic. "Patients? I just came for some fun!" She releases your glass, taking her own in her hooves. "Is that a party?" She rushes off, disappearing into the crowd.
You take a gentle sip of your drink, setting the second down on an empty table. Having a second glass feels like a bad idea. You don't need to end the day like Berry Punch.
Your evening's spent watching ponies and having a good time. There's a small band that plays for a while, before another group of ponies shuffle over to a corner to play a game of cards.
You scoot over and take a seat, joining them.
It wasn't how you normally ended your days, but you decide it had been a fine day in Ponyville.
The End.
|
David Silver
|
562727
| 48 |
Main 6,Original Character,Second Person,Adventure,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
|
CYOA: A Day in Ponyville
|
You are a resident of Ponyville. It's time to start your day. How will it go? Well, you tell me. It's your day. I can't wait to hear all about it.
|
complete
| 45 | 4 |
<p>You are a resident of Ponyville. It's time to start your day. How will it go? Well, you tell me. It's your day. I can't wait to hear all about it.</p><p>This is a CYOA tale, meaning you get to pick which path you take at the end of each chapter. This is done entirely on a whim.</p><p>If you run into a chapter that's not written yet, go ahead and comment that you want to go down it, which is fuel for me to get it written, knowing somepony's waiting on it.</p><p>Endings so far: 30</p>
|
teen
|
2024-08-07T21:31:57+00:00
|
2024-08-07T21:31:56+00:00
| 73 |
You decide brute force wasn't the way forward, not with Trixie. Instead, you smile, determined to turn her own magic against her. "Okay, you're all talk." You clear your throat and pull back. "Why don't we just calm down and settle this without a fight?"
Trixie lifts an ear at you. "Are you surrendering then? Ha, Trixie was perhaps too hasty in her judgments. Of course Trixie will accept your surrender with open hooves."
"Well, sort of." You spread your hooves wide. "You see, I was wondering if you can do a particular feat of magic. You know, to show how amazing you are." You lean forward. "Remember the foal and old pony spell?" You remember her becoming unable to do that without her fancy amulet, and she sure isn't wearing that.
Trixie hums with thought, tapping her chin. "Oh yes, I do recall doing something like that. It was one of my first true works of art with magic. Truly it is a great accomplishment, especially for one so young as Trixie was at the time." It was only a few moons ago, but you didn't bother Trixie with facts. "Trixie has learned an even better spell. Do you wish to see it?"
You take a step back, making sure you're safely out of range. "Go right ahead."
Her horn glows brightly as she raises her hooves dramatically. "Trixie will show you just how powerful she is!" She lifts into the air. "Behold!" Her magic grasps you despite the distance, easily drawing you towards her. "For Trixie does not need her amulet to do such tricks. Even your pitiful abilities are no match for Trixie."
You pull against her grip, but she's too strong, and you have nothing to pull against, hovering in the air. "Let's see how powerful you are as you truly are."
With a puff of bright smoke, you hit the ground on four altered hooves. You've become a little deer. A fawn. "There, now you can tell the others how 'fawn'd you are of Trixie."
Despite your transformation, you manage a derisive snort. She wasn't funny, just dangerous. You try to speak, but only little deer bleats get out of you.
"Well, it was fun while it lasted. Don't let the door hit you on the way out!" She magically kicks as she turns. "Trixie has more important matters to attend to."
You're not sure you're fawned of this day in Ponyville.
The End.
|
David Silver
|
562727
| 49 |
Main 6,Original Character,Second Person,Adventure,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
|
CYOA: A Day in Ponyville
|
You are a resident of Ponyville. It's time to start your day. How will it go? Well, you tell me. It's your day. I can't wait to hear all about it.
|
complete
| 45 | 4 |
<p>You are a resident of Ponyville. It's time to start your day. How will it go? Well, you tell me. It's your day. I can't wait to hear all about it.</p><p>This is a CYOA tale, meaning you get to pick which path you take at the end of each chapter. This is done entirely on a whim.</p><p>If you run into a chapter that's not written yet, go ahead and comment that you want to go down it, which is fuel for me to get it written, knowing somepony's waiting on it.</p><p>Endings so far: 30</p>
|
teen
|
2024-08-07T21:43:53+00:00
|
2024-08-21T01:40:10+00:00
| 86 |
You rush for the great sparkly mass that is Trixie, racing to slide underneath her before she finishes unleashing her magic. You graze the tip of her hoof, but don't take the time to aim properly. In a moment, you're under her and shoving upwards with all your might. It's not enough to get her off balance, but it does mess with her aim.
The bolts fly wildly, most striking the ground around you, but several smash into the unicorn on top of you, each with a pained yelp. "Ow!"
Apple Bloom giggles from where she sits. "You did it!"
"Not yet." You strike upwards with all your strength, catching the dazed Trixie right under the chin. She lets out a strangled sound and stumbles back, crashing down onto her haunches.
She spits, then shakes her head. "Argh! You've done it now." She raises her hoof. "How dare you treat a magician so poorly! I am the great and powerful Trixie!"
You lash out with your hind legs, catching her squarely in the stomach. "Enough from you!"
Trixie leans forward with a strangled noise, but you didn't expect her to have anything more in her. With a snap of her magic, she tosses up a shower of apples around you. They don't even land on you in a pile, just scattered around as she passes out. You nod at the fallen magician. "Sorry you had to see that. We shouldn't resort to violence like that."
Apple Bloom applauds your act. "That was jus' amazin'!"
"You think so?" You sit down, wincing. "Ouch, think I sprained something."
Apple Bloom looks uncertain, but her attention drifts back to the house. "Hope sis is okay."
You:
A: Head inside after her.
B: Owie! I heard you were a potion maker?
|
David Silver
|
562727
| 50 |
Main 6,Original Character,Second Person,Adventure,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
|
CYOA: A Day in Ponyville
|
You are a resident of Ponyville. It's time to start your day. How will it go? Well, you tell me. It's your day. I can't wait to hear all about it.
|
complete
| 45 | 4 |
<p>You are a resident of Ponyville. It's time to start your day. How will it go? Well, you tell me. It's your day. I can't wait to hear all about it.</p><p>This is a CYOA tale, meaning you get to pick which path you take at the end of each chapter. This is done entirely on a whim.</p><p>If you run into a chapter that's not written yet, go ahead and comment that you want to go down it, which is fuel for me to get it written, knowing somepony's waiting on it.</p><p>Endings so far: 30</p>
|
teen
|
2024-08-08T17:01:33+00:00
|
2024-08-08T17:01:32+00:00
| 97 |
You rush inside after Applejack. "What happened?!"
She looks at you with surprise, looking somewhat disappointed. "Ah was hopin' you'd stay with Apple Bloom." She catches sight of Trixie lying there. "Didja do that?" Her words are cut off as a tentacle latches onto her, and another on you.
You reach out to help her, but your limbs feel weak. Whatever this thing is, it has the strength to wrap around you like you're nothing more than a bothersome leaf in the breeze. That your leg is still sore doesn't help. You thrash wildly as it throws you about. Your eyes widen as it lifts Applejack above you, through a hole in the ceiling. It pulls her up towards its giant yellow eye. "Applejack!"
She's tossed away in an instant, crashing through a wall and out into the daylight.
On some level, you're happy. She's safe. Unfortunately, you can't say the same for yourself.
It lifts you up, studying you with that unblinking eye.
You try to kick that grasping tentacle away, but it's too strong. This is all happening so fast, you don't have time to think of a way out of this. Your struggles slow as the creature seems to analyze you.
Without warning, it tosses you into its mouth, arranged with far too many teeth.
That wasn't how you wanted your day in Ponyville going.
The End.
|
David Silver
|
562727
| 51 |
Main 6,Original Character,Second Person,Adventure,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
|
CYOA: A Day in Ponyville
|
You are a resident of Ponyville. It's time to start your day. How will it go? Well, you tell me. It's your day. I can't wait to hear all about it.
|
complete
| 45 | 4 |
<p>You are a resident of Ponyville. It's time to start your day. How will it go? Well, you tell me. It's your day. I can't wait to hear all about it.</p><p>This is a CYOA tale, meaning you get to pick which path you take at the end of each chapter. This is done entirely on a whim.</p><p>If you run into a chapter that's not written yet, go ahead and comment that you want to go down it, which is fuel for me to get it written, knowing somepony's waiting on it.</p><p>Endings so far: 30</p>
|
teen
|
2024-08-08T17:13:09+00:00
|
2024-08-08T17:13:09+00:00
| 92 |
You meet Twilight's magic with your own, your tiara glowing along with your horn. She's no match for you now that you've mastered some of the most powerful spells in the land. It only takes a moment of concentration before you're both locked in a stalemate. "Cute, you think you can take me?" You make a swiping motion with a hoof, sending her crashing against one of the crystal walls of her castle.
She stumbles back to her hooves, eyes wide. "Stop this!"
"That all you got?" You snort with contempt as you close in on her. "No wonder everypony loves me better." You pick up Twilight in your magic to hurl her, but with a flash, she throws back your grip. "Wench." You hurl one of her beloved books at her, striking her across the cheek with a heavy thud.
Twilight collapses to the floor. "Ow! Why?"
You prance up to her and tap her head with a hoof. "Oh, but look at that, a princess brought low by one who knows how to take control."
"But, this is all wrong!"
You rub her mane, knowing she can do nothing to stop you. "Your superior gets to decide what's right or wrong. Last chance, are you giving up?"
"Nnngh, yes." Twilight lowers her head. "I'll step aside."
"Hmph, good enough." You pet her gently. "Mmm, a queen does look better with a princess. You're mine now. As my princess, I will have tasks for you."
Twilight nods softly. "I understand."
It was a day of great victory. You'd done it! With Twilight by your side, you have Ponyville firmly under your hoof. Together, you could achieve even greater heights.
This is a great day for Ponyville, and yourself.
The end.
|
David Silver
|
562727
| 52 |
Main 6,Original Character,Second Person,Adventure,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
|
CYOA: A Day in Ponyville
|
You are a resident of Ponyville. It's time to start your day. How will it go? Well, you tell me. It's your day. I can't wait to hear all about it.
|
complete
| 45 | 4 |
<p>You are a resident of Ponyville. It's time to start your day. How will it go? Well, you tell me. It's your day. I can't wait to hear all about it.</p><p>This is a CYOA tale, meaning you get to pick which path you take at the end of each chapter. This is done entirely on a whim.</p><p>If you run into a chapter that's not written yet, go ahead and comment that you want to go down it, which is fuel for me to get it written, knowing somepony's waiting on it.</p><p>Endings so far: 30</p>
|
teen
|
2024-08-08T19:19:07+00:00
|
2024-08-08T22:13:50+00:00
| 125 |
You back away from Pinkie with a nervous smile. "I'd love to help, really, but I have work to get to. And a long list of errands after that." You glance at her, finding her ears downcast. "I wish I could help, but I don't think I can."
"Oh." She leans to the side. "Okay. Good luck!" She waves goodbye as you trot away.
You feel bad about denying her, but this was something important. Your little farm wouldn't run itself. In fact, you find yourself back out in the fields to pick up some of the crop you'd neglected while helping Pinkie earlier. It's relaxing work.
It also didn't take long. for all the ripe fruits to be plucked up. You take a moment to admire the rest of the farm. From your humble home to the nearby pond. All of it's yours, and that's not a small accomplishment.
You swipe your hooves together, still smelling of berries from the day's work. "One thing done. Let's see what else I have to do today."
There's a small bag of bits in your purse. You dig through it with a smile. With work out of the way, you have a few options.
You:
A: Hit the town, woo!
B: Maybe Pinkie still needs help?
|
David Silver
|
562727
| 53 |
Main 6,Original Character,Second Person,Adventure,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
|
CYOA: A Day in Ponyville
|
You are a resident of Ponyville. It's time to start your day. How will it go? Well, you tell me. It's your day. I can't wait to hear all about it.
|
complete
| 45 | 4 |
<p>You are a resident of Ponyville. It's time to start your day. How will it go? Well, you tell me. It's your day. I can't wait to hear all about it.</p><p>This is a CYOA tale, meaning you get to pick which path you take at the end of each chapter. This is done entirely on a whim.</p><p>If you run into a chapter that's not written yet, go ahead and comment that you want to go down it, which is fuel for me to get it written, knowing somepony's waiting on it.</p><p>Endings so far: 30</p>
|
teen
|
2024-08-08T21:11:16+00:00
|
2024-08-21T15:44:20+00:00
| 99 |
You wander back towards the town center. You can see ponies all having a good time in one of Pinkie's celebrations. Maybe she didn't strictly need your help? You head into the throng of ponies, just trying to enjoy the moment. "Don't think I've been to a party quite like this."
"Same here!" A drunk stallion bumps against you with a sloppy grin. "Pinkie sure knows how to throw 'em."
You slip away from that pony and head towards a friend. You see Bon Bon hanging with Lyra by the snack table. "Oh, hey there."
"Hi." Bon Bon looks around at the other ponies. "Not busy right now?"
"Doesn't look like it." You nudge her lightly. "That's why I came over. I wanted to be with the cool ponies."
Lyra laughs, smiling at you. "Is that why you hang out with us?"
"Maybe." You playfully bat at Lyra with a hoof. "Enjoying yourself?"
She shrugs lightly. "I still don't know what this party's actually about. A birthday? But for who?! Pinkie didn't say! It's fun enough though."
"It's always good to have a party." Bon Bon glances at you. "One of those things Ponyville does pretty well."
You lean against the snack table, munching on a cupcake as you watch the rest of the crowd. "Maybe the birthday pony's already here. Odd she wouldn't announce them."
"Probably." Lyra nuzzles your cheek. "Maybe the mystery's part of the fun."
You laugh at that. "When has Pinkie ever not thrown a great party?" You join in with the song playing nearby, having a great time.
At least until you hear a new voice singing along, right next to you. You start, realizing Pinkie snuck up on you.
"How'd I do? Is everypony having fun?!" She's got her eyes on you and she is grinning widely. "I saw you're not too busy right now, so maybe you can help me out?" Your halfhearted reply is enough to get her dragging you away to the center of things. "Everypony! The birthday pony is here!" She waves at you dramatically. "Took them a bit. I tried to get them away from work, but that didn't work. Thankfully, they came anyway!"
You go crimson. All those ponies are staring at you now. "Um, it's not my birthday."
Pinkie blows a party whistle in your ear. "It is today! And that means presents! Seriously, I know birthdays, and this is yours. Silly pony, all distracted by work."
You:
A: Go with it!
B: No, really, not my birthday. Silly Pinkie...
|
David Silver
|
562727
| 54 |
Main 6,Original Character,Second Person,Adventure,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
|
CYOA: A Day in Ponyville
|
You are a resident of Ponyville. It's time to start your day. How will it go? Well, you tell me. It's your day. I can't wait to hear all about it.
|
complete
| 45 | 4 |
<p>You are a resident of Ponyville. It's time to start your day. How will it go? Well, you tell me. It's your day. I can't wait to hear all about it.</p><p>This is a CYOA tale, meaning you get to pick which path you take at the end of each chapter. This is done entirely on a whim.</p><p>If you run into a chapter that's not written yet, go ahead and comment that you want to go down it, which is fuel for me to get it written, knowing somepony's waiting on it.</p><p>Endings so far: 30</p>
|
teen
|
2024-08-08T22:13:26+00:00
|
2024-08-09T09:29:01+00:00
| 91 |
You've done a full day of farm work. It's time to relax! You trot towards town with a smile. A bit of shopping and the library should make for a good night. "No helping ponies today, that's a promise."
There's a soft tap on your shoulder. You turn to face Cheerilee. "Oh, hi?" You did not expect to see the school marm, of all ponies. "Nice evening, huh? What's up?"
"Oh, I wanted to invite you to teach our class for career day tomorrow." She claps her hooves together. "Would you mind? Just one class and then you're free."
You incline your head. "Me? I'm surprised. I'd have figured Applejack or her kin would be way more famous farmers."
She waved that away. "They run an orchard, technically different. I'd like a farmer to have a turn. Somepony that tills the earth and raises produce."
You consider it for a moment:
A: That sounds fun!
B: Nah. I'm here to have some fun in town.
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David Silver
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562727
| 55 |
Main 6,Original Character,Second Person,Adventure,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
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CYOA: A Day in Ponyville
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You are a resident of Ponyville. It's time to start your day. How will it go? Well, you tell me. It's your day. I can't wait to hear all about it.
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complete
| 45 | 4 |
<p>You are a resident of Ponyville. It's time to start your day. How will it go? Well, you tell me. It's your day. I can't wait to hear all about it.</p><p>This is a CYOA tale, meaning you get to pick which path you take at the end of each chapter. This is done entirely on a whim.</p><p>If you run into a chapter that's not written yet, go ahead and comment that you want to go down it, which is fuel for me to get it written, knowing somepony's waiting on it.</p><p>Endings so far: 30</p>
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teen
|
2024-08-08T22:25:06+00:00
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2024-08-09T10:46:13+00:00
| 99 |
You tilt your head slowly at Pinkie. "Really, it's not my birthday. That's not for another moon. You're the one who threw my last birthday party!"
"Did I?" Pinkie frowns with thought. "Oh! Yes, that was a great party!" She grabs your foreleg. "But don't worry, I can throw you a different kind of party! It's like a... birthday-surprise party! You won't know it's coming so it's like a surprise! Don't worry about it."
You hike a brow at the nervously grinning pony before you. "Seriously, Pinkie." You press a hoof to her nose. "I appreciate the thought, and it's a nice party, but it can't be mine."
"Nonsense!" She points up at the banner behind her. "See? Says it right there. You can read, right?"
"Yup." You sigh softly. "It sure says that." You lower your vision back to Pinkie. "But I didn't write that. Pinkie, you were wrong."
"Me? Wrong? About a birthday?!" She clops a hoof to either side of her head. "Impossible! I am Pinkamena Diane Pie. I know birthdays. I have perfect birthdar! Nothing could be wrong about this party."
You turn away even as Pinkie dashes off.
You are Pinkie.
You just messed up a birthday! Sure, this wasn't your story before, but this is an emergency! You race down to your birthday cave where all your information is kept. What could have gone wrong?!
A: You find the pony who's birthday it actually is. Oh no, this is even worse!
B: Another pony with the same name was the mixup. They don't even live here anymore!
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David Silver
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562727
| 56 |
Main 6,Original Character,Second Person,Adventure,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
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CYOA: A Day in Ponyville
|
You are a resident of Ponyville. It's time to start your day. How will it go? Well, you tell me. It's your day. I can't wait to hear all about it.
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complete
| 45 | 4 |
<p>You are a resident of Ponyville. It's time to start your day. How will it go? Well, you tell me. It's your day. I can't wait to hear all about it.</p><p>This is a CYOA tale, meaning you get to pick which path you take at the end of each chapter. This is done entirely on a whim.</p><p>If you run into a chapter that's not written yet, go ahead and comment that you want to go down it, which is fuel for me to get it written, knowing somepony's waiting on it.</p><p>Endings so far: 30</p>
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teen
|
2024-08-09T09:29:27+00:00
|
2024-08-09T18:17:59+00:00
| 68 |
You groan, staring at the two pages. They had the same name, but one had left Ponyville ages ago, and one had not. One's birthday is today, and one, is not. You apply a hoof to your face at your mistake. "Some party planner I am!" You thud against the filing cabinet. "I need a different spot for ponies who move away."
But now wasn't the time to deal with that. The important thing was making this right! You'd planned to give her one present tonight, but she didn't want one, because it wasn't her birthday. It doesn't help that you have some other presents from other ponies. How do you get her to accept the gifts and enjoy her extra party?
You:
A: Hand out all the gifts, let everyone enjoy them.
B: Nope! This is all a lie! Gotta call it off!
C: Offer to take the presents yourself. They'll go to waste otherwise and that'd be sad!
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David Silver
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562727
| 57 |
Main 6,Original Character,Second Person,Adventure,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
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CYOA: A Day in Ponyville
|
You are a resident of Ponyville. It's time to start your day. How will it go? Well, you tell me. It's your day. I can't wait to hear all about it.
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complete
| 45 | 4 |
<p>You are a resident of Ponyville. It's time to start your day. How will it go? Well, you tell me. It's your day. I can't wait to hear all about it.</p><p>This is a CYOA tale, meaning you get to pick which path you take at the end of each chapter. This is done entirely on a whim.</p><p>If you run into a chapter that's not written yet, go ahead and comment that you want to go down it, which is fuel for me to get it written, knowing somepony's waiting on it.</p><p>Endings so far: 30</p>
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teen
|
2024-08-09T09:28:47+00:00
|
2024-08-09T09:28:46+00:00
| 75 |
You nod at Cheerilee. "I wouldn't mind stopping by and telling the foals about farming. Just have to figure out what to talk about."
"Just do whatever you're comfortable with." She offers you a cheerful smile, living up to her name. "It's a chance to share what you do. Share that passion."
You clasp your hooves together. "That's a great idea! Thanks for inviting me."
"Sure thing! If you have any questions, feel free to stop by and ask." She starts to trot off, then glances back. "Come by in a week."
A week? You let out a sigh of relief. For a moment, you thought she was trying to get you to come right now! You had some plans of your own that day, so you weren't sure you'd be able to help otherwise. "See you then!"
With a plan in place, you trot along with a smile. "It's good to help." But it was also good to play. You look around the dimming lights of the town, considering where to have fun.
The tavern's an option! Get drunk with friends, never a bad option. Maybe they were playing games too. You rub your hooves with the thought.
On the other hoof, you can hear music coming from elsewhere in town. The local philharmonic is doing a show. That could be lovely to just sit and enjoy.
You:
A: Music!
B: Drink!
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David Silver
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562727
| 58 |
Main 6,Original Character,Second Person,Adventure,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
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CYOA: A Day in Ponyville
|
You are a resident of Ponyville. It's time to start your day. How will it go? Well, you tell me. It's your day. I can't wait to hear all about it.
|
complete
| 45 | 4 |
<p>You are a resident of Ponyville. It's time to start your day. How will it go? Well, you tell me. It's your day. I can't wait to hear all about it.</p><p>This is a CYOA tale, meaning you get to pick which path you take at the end of each chapter. This is done entirely on a whim.</p><p>If you run into a chapter that's not written yet, go ahead and comment that you want to go down it, which is fuel for me to get it written, knowing somepony's waiting on it.</p><p>Endings so far: 30</p>
|
teen
|
2024-08-09T09:33:17+00:00
|
2024-08-21T20:15:28+00:00
| 95 |
You come soaring in towards the biggest point of attention. You see some unicorn cackling with glee. They're laughing up a fit as ponies cower and flee. You just know something is up with this.
You dive away from the others and flap towards the villainous unicorn.
You bring a little cloud over to them and use it for cover as you flap in closer and closer. "Did you ever think about how you're affecting other ponies? How would you feel if your fun got a cloud like that to rain on somepony else's parade?"
They turn their way at you with a gasp. Then the rain comes, drenching the bad unicorn on the spot as you laugh at their misery.
"When I get my hooves on you!" thunders the unicorn, raising a hoof that glowed with dark magic. "I'll—" But the rain you brought down on her makes her mane slick. With that, the tiara on her head flops off.
She suddenly looks dizzy instead of evil. She slumps back, appearing normal again. "Oooh. What just happened? I remember feeling like I could take on the world, but... where did that cloud come from?" She looks up at you, leaning away as if expecting an attack.
You shake your head with a smile. "Glad to see you're back to your usual self." You kick the cloud into vapor. "You were feeling a little, uh, crazy. But we're past that now, right?" Before it could cause more trouble, you snatch the tiara back. "Where'd you get this from?"
"Oh that? A pony by the name of Crystal Check. He was selling crystals and I figured why not." She raises her head. "No harm done, right?"
"Yes. Just don't buy anything else from him." You flutter up into the sky with the tiara. "Now where is that guy?"
You could:
A: Go find that Crystal Check!
B: Turn in this tiara to Princess Twilight Sparkle.
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David Silver
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562727
| 59 |
Main 6,Original Character,Second Person,Adventure,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
|
CYOA: A Day in Ponyville
|
You are a resident of Ponyville. It's time to start your day. How will it go? Well, you tell me. It's your day. I can't wait to hear all about it.
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complete
| 45 | 4 |
<p>You are a resident of Ponyville. It's time to start your day. How will it go? Well, you tell me. It's your day. I can't wait to hear all about it.</p><p>This is a CYOA tale, meaning you get to pick which path you take at the end of each chapter. This is done entirely on a whim.</p><p>If you run into a chapter that's not written yet, go ahead and comment that you want to go down it, which is fuel for me to get it written, knowing somepony's waiting on it.</p><p>Endings so far: 30</p>
|
teen
|
2024-08-09T10:51:27+00:00
|
2024-08-09T10:51:27+00:00
| 75 |
You gasp with amazement. You find a pony fact sheet with an edit. Now, edits aren't that unusual. Ponies can change what cake they like or just get older. But this one? They changed their name, to match the pony who you mixed it up with. You did not make that alteration!
You sit there, considering what this means. Did somepony do this to frame you? Or did you really have birthdar failure?! "It can't be." You find your stash of cupcakes and start munching on them to calm your nerves.
With a flick of a hoof, you peel away at the scribbles. "What are you hiding?" With some work, the original name comes into view. "Rarity?!" You slump down against the files. "She was always hard to plan for. I didn't think she'd go this far to avoid one of my awesome parties! I mean, I still haven't given up on her."
But she has. And now she's free to celebrate in peace. "Who can blame her? Not even I would want to hang out with me all the time!" You fall in a slump, your mane going flat around you. "Maybe I'm not as good at parties as I thought I was."
You step away from the filing cabinet and walk over to the stairs, towards the outside world. You take a deep breath. "It's been a day. Time for bed."
This has been the worst party day in Ponyville.
The End.
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David Silver
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562727
| 60 |
Main 6,Original Character,Second Person,Adventure,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
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CYOA: A Day in Ponyville
|
You are a resident of Ponyville. It's time to start your day. How will it go? Well, you tell me. It's your day. I can't wait to hear all about it.
|
complete
| 45 | 4 |
<p>You are a resident of Ponyville. It's time to start your day. How will it go? Well, you tell me. It's your day. I can't wait to hear all about it.</p><p>This is a CYOA tale, meaning you get to pick which path you take at the end of each chapter. This is done entirely on a whim.</p><p>If you run into a chapter that's not written yet, go ahead and comment that you want to go down it, which is fuel for me to get it written, knowing somepony's waiting on it.</p><p>Endings so far: 30</p>
|
teen
|
2024-08-09T18:17:51+00:00
|
2024-08-09T18:17:50+00:00
| 66 |
You take a calming breath. "Channel your inner AJ!" You take a slower breath. "Shoot, pardner, can't do somethin' based on a lie!" You throw one hoof in front of yourself and nod. "Let's come clean. Everypony makes a mistake sometimes. Doesn't mean this wasn't a fun party." You stamp a hoof against the ground. "We've got gifts! They can go to ponies who want them! All we need to do is hand them out. We just tell the truth and there's no problem!"
You feel confident! Sure, it was a slip up, but that didn't mean you couldn't fix things.
Filled with renewed vigor, you emerge from your profiling basement and march on the town square. "Everypony's having fun! Let's keep that up." You clear your throat. "Everypony! Your attention please!"
You blink with surprise as ponies fall silent. "Well, that worked. I had this whole speech prepared." You trot over to the presents. "So, it turns out, this isn't actually the birthday of the pony I thought it was. If one of these presents are yours, you may take it back. The presents that are still here in an hour? I'm tearing them open and they go to whoever wants 'em! This party isn't stopping. Let's celebrate Ponyville and all the happy ponies in it."
Ponies clap and cheer at your speech. With a smile, you drift back towards the sidelines, keeping an eye on things. That is until you bump into somepony else.
"So sorry."
Oh, it's the original protagonist. Who you are again.
You pat Pinkie on the shoulder gently. "Looks like you're bouncing back, good. I didn't mean to make your evening bad. You're a good pony, Pinkie."
She beams at you. "You mean that?"
"Yup! Never met somepony as joyful as you." You nudge her lightly with a wink. "Keep up the good work. And I look forward to that party when it's on the right day." You give Pinkie a hug to show you mean it. "Let's have fun with this party you already went through the trouble of making."
Pinkie drags you off to join in the singing and dancing. You join in with gusto, doing your best to keep up with her. For the first time in a long while, you find yourself genuinely having a great time in Ponyville, and everypony else seems to be in the groove.
The end.
|
David Silver
|
562727
| 61 |
Main 6,Original Character,Second Person,Adventure,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
|
CYOA: A Day in Ponyville
|
You are a resident of Ponyville. It's time to start your day. How will it go? Well, you tell me. It's your day. I can't wait to hear all about it.
|
complete
| 45 | 4 |
<p>You are a resident of Ponyville. It's time to start your day. How will it go? Well, you tell me. It's your day. I can't wait to hear all about it.</p><p>This is a CYOA tale, meaning you get to pick which path you take at the end of each chapter. This is done entirely on a whim.</p><p>If you run into a chapter that's not written yet, go ahead and comment that you want to go down it, which is fuel for me to get it written, knowing somepony's waiting on it.</p><p>Endings so far: 30</p>
|
teen
|
2024-08-10T14:41:51+00:00
|
2024-08-11T15:18:54+00:00
| 84 |
You slap your hoof down on the drink selection. "On it!" You scramble away before anypony can question you on the pick. Getting a bunch of soft and hard drinks seems straight forward enough, but you're a little unsure about the exact amount of harder choices Pinkie had outlined. It was a birthday party! Surely softer drinks are more appropriate.
But maybe some ponies like those choices. You're sure you know of a few ponies that'd appreciate the stronger options. You set up the table with all sorts of drinks, including just water. You do make sure there's fizzy and not fizzy water with a nod of satisfaction. "Plenty of picks for everypony. I think I got this right."
A short while later, Applejack arrives with the snacks, sliding them onto the nearby table. "All ready for everypony ta get some food." She looks over your drinks. "Looks mighty fine t'me."
You chuckle nervously. "It was a team effort. Sure it'll be fun. Thanks for all your help."
She tips her hat at you. "Nuthin' much, pardner. Ah'm glad ta help mah friends."
You feel a flutter of excitement as ponies start to arrive. This is it! You did your part, and you made sure it wasn't something super stressful. Pinky parties are fun, but sometimes she goes a little extra.
You find yourself scanning the gathering crowd for that mane. "Sure hope she shows up."
A familiar face catches your eye, the hoof wave from her adorable. You smile back at Rarity. "Here's hoping I don't mess this up." You dare to approach the fancy unicorn.
But what was it you wanted to discuss?
A: Confess your feelings!
B: Actually, you just needed to put in an order for an outfit.
|
David Silver
|
562727
| 62 |
Main 6,Original Character,Second Person,Adventure,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
|
CYOA: A Day in Ponyville
|
You are a resident of Ponyville. It's time to start your day. How will it go? Well, you tell me. It's your day. I can't wait to hear all about it.
|
complete
| 45 | 4 |
<p>You are a resident of Ponyville. It's time to start your day. How will it go? Well, you tell me. It's your day. I can't wait to hear all about it.</p><p>This is a CYOA tale, meaning you get to pick which path you take at the end of each chapter. This is done entirely on a whim.</p><p>If you run into a chapter that's not written yet, go ahead and comment that you want to go down it, which is fuel for me to get it written, knowing somepony's waiting on it.</p><p>Endings so far: 30</p>
|
teen
|
2024-08-11T15:12:27+00:00
|
2024-08-11T15:12:27+00:00
| 66 |
You hurry towards Rarity through the crowd of partying ponies. She glances over at you, sipping on a drink with a little smile. "Don't you look dashing?"
You glance back over your unattired form. "You're being nice. But that's what I wanted to talk about. It's past time I got a new look."
Rarity places a hoof against her chest. "Well, finally. I'm glad to hear you've finally come to me. Honestly, I was wondering how long you'd wait before getting my help, darling."
"I had things to do! Ponyville wasn't even my home a while ago." You fidget in place. "After this party, can you help me? I want to look at least half as fancy as you do."
She nuzzles your cheek gently. "Oh, don't you worry about that. We'll make you look fabulous. Trust me."
You're starting to get giddy with excitement at the idea. "Awesome. Well, I don't want to take up all your time, so let's enjoy the party!"
Rarity smiles warmly. "Darling, little secret." She leans in, voice dropping to a whisper, "I actually like talking shop, unless I'm not in the mood. I will inform you, dear, long before that happens."
"Right! Oh, gotcha. Good to know." You trot off with a grin, giving her a quick hug before leaving. "See you around, Rarity!"
She dips her head lightly at you.
You have even more to look forward to. This has been a fine day in Ponyville.
|
David Silver
|
562727
| 63 |
Main 6,Original Character,Second Person,Adventure,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
|
CYOA: A Day in Ponyville
|
You are a resident of Ponyville. It's time to start your day. How will it go? Well, you tell me. It's your day. I can't wait to hear all about it.
|
complete
| 45 | 4 |
<p>You are a resident of Ponyville. It's time to start your day. How will it go? Well, you tell me. It's your day. I can't wait to hear all about it.</p><p>This is a CYOA tale, meaning you get to pick which path you take at the end of each chapter. This is done entirely on a whim.</p><p>If you run into a chapter that's not written yet, go ahead and comment that you want to go down it, which is fuel for me to get it written, knowing somepony's waiting on it.</p><p>Endings so far: 30</p>
|
teen
|
2024-08-11T15:18:57+00:00
|
2024-08-11T15:18:56+00:00
| 74 |
You hurry towards Rarity through the crowd of partying ponies. She glances over at you, sipping on a drink with a little smile. "Don't you look dashing?"
You glance back over your unattired form. "You're being nice. But that's what I wanted to talk about. You're always so nice, and kind. I, um." You fidget in place. "Rarity, I like you."
"Darling, I like you too." She fans herself with a hoof. "It's so nice to have friends."
"Not like that! I mean, well, yeah, but also more than that. Rarity, I'm not exactly smooth." You clear your throat. "You're wonderful, and you care so much. I want to be around you more." You lash your tail behind you. "Rarity, I, um. I want to court you!"
Her eyes widen. "What? Like... romance?"
"Yeah. Just figured I'd put it out there." You step away, face burning with embarrassment. "But I know, uh, you're busy." You flash a smile. "I just wanted to let you know. Because I respect you, and all that."
Rarity smiles lightly. "How chivalrous of you. Thank you, darling." She glances away and back at you. "And bold. I can appreciate that, dear, but, hm." She raises a hoof to her chin. "Honesty deserves honesty. I'm a bit averse to commitment. If you really want to try to be my boyfriend, I'm willing to give it a go, but I can't make any promises."
"N-no, that's fine." You dip your head politely. "I will prove I'm worthy of your time."
Rarity taps you on the chest. "There's no proving to me. You are a wonderful pony, and that is why I will be with you."
You smile softly. "Thank you. I'll do my best to live up to that."
Your words fail you as Rarity kisses either cheek, and the world itself fades as she goes for one on the lips. It feels like you're on fire, while bathed in ice water.
Would that more days in Ponyville could have such an electrifying end.
The End.
|
David Silver
|
562727
| 64 |
Main 6,Original Character,Second Person,Adventure,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
|
CYOA: A Day in Ponyville
|
You are a resident of Ponyville. It's time to start your day. How will it go? Well, you tell me. It's your day. I can't wait to hear all about it.
|
complete
| 45 | 4 |
<p>You are a resident of Ponyville. It's time to start your day. How will it go? Well, you tell me. It's your day. I can't wait to hear all about it.</p><p>This is a CYOA tale, meaning you get to pick which path you take at the end of each chapter. This is done entirely on a whim.</p><p>If you run into a chapter that's not written yet, go ahead and comment that you want to go down it, which is fuel for me to get it written, knowing somepony's waiting on it.</p><p>Endings so far: 30</p>
|
teen
|
2024-08-12T11:23:50+00:00
|
2024-08-12T13:07:35+00:00
| 64 |
The nose hairs of a tazlworm? How hard could it be to get a few of those. Not even sure what one of those were, you trot off towards the nearest desert. There's probably one there. You hop onto a train and have a seat. "What a pony will go through just for Pinkie."
You contemplated as you rode on the train. At least you'd get a chance to stretch your legs and see a bit more of Equestria. Maybe you would get to show off your skills and come back with a great story!
Or maybe you'll get into trouble. You're no adventurer! You're a simple farmer! But that doesn't mean you aren't a hero in the making. It just means you can use a little help to get there.
The journey is only a few hours, but the sun and air feel dry. It felt like the desert you had stepped out onto. "Now where would I find a tazlworm?" You scan the desert for anything like a clue, but all you can see are some rolling dunes and cacti.
Well, this might be harder than you expected. Having no real clue, you head towards a local pony at a stand to ask for their help. They happily inform you that there's a nest of the creatures a bit away from town, if you can manage the hike.
With a thanks and a tip of your head, you head on down the road and try to make good time.
You:
A: Get there in a hurry!
B: Get interrupted by bandits.
|
David Silver
|
562727
| 65 |
Main 6,Original Character,Second Person,Adventure,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
|
CYOA: A Day in Ponyville
|
You are a resident of Ponyville. It's time to start your day. How will it go? Well, you tell me. It's your day. I can't wait to hear all about it.
|
complete
| 45 | 4 |
<p>You are a resident of Ponyville. It's time to start your day. How will it go? Well, you tell me. It's your day. I can't wait to hear all about it.</p><p>This is a CYOA tale, meaning you get to pick which path you take at the end of each chapter. This is done entirely on a whim.</p><p>If you run into a chapter that's not written yet, go ahead and comment that you want to go down it, which is fuel for me to get it written, knowing somepony's waiting on it.</p><p>Endings so far: 30</p>
|
teen
|
2024-08-12T13:07:19+00:00
|
2024-08-13T19:04:20+00:00
| 70 |
Of course it couldn't be that easy. As you start to feel as though you're getting closer to your destination, a new group of ponies marches out from behind one of the dunes. They're lead by a lone mare. "You. Soft little thing. Just put down whatever you have and we'll let you trot on your way."
You blink at the strange pony. "I'm sorry, but I've got things to do. Like right now."
"Last chance." The pony snaps her hooves. A unicorn draws his horn and lifts you into the air with his magic.
You squeak, thrashing around in the air. "Hey! I don't even have anything worth talking about! I just need to get some hair for a party."
The mare blinks at this announcement. "Hair?"
"Yes! From a worm. A tatzlworm, specifically." You try to get your hooves on the ground, but you remain hovering. "Please? C'mon!"
The leader stares at you like you're insane. "What do you need that for?"
"I have no idea, I just needed to make it happen. It's a request from Pinkie Pie!" You tilt forward, still in the air. "Pink, earth pony, used to bear an Element of Harmony?"
The unicorn releases you with a blink. "Pinkie Pie? Ah, sh-"
"That's enough out of you, Shaggy." The leader peers at you curiously. "The one time I think there's a hoard to be had, and we find ourselves facing somepony on Pinkie business? It isn't fair." She stomps once in the sand. "Not fair at all."
You glance around nervously. "I'm not asking you to get it for me, just... can I go past? Please?"
The leader huffs. "I suppose that'll be fine. Look, if Pinkie learns we let somepony go up against the worm without our help, and we knew about it, she'd cancel all our birthdays! Forever!"
You pull a face. "Yeah, I know the feeling. Thanks. I'll tell her you were real helpful. Oh, and that I met a nice pony called Shaggy." You smile warmly.
The leader waves you onwards and falls in aside you. "I meant we're coming with you. Let's go take down a worm. I didn't even know they had hairs."
You consider it, but she seems intent. "If you really want to, but I don't think I'll need more than a bit of fur. I'm not gonna cut it."
She eyes you as you hike up one of the dunes. "It's a worm! How much 'fur' do you expect on the average worm? Let's go."
You:
A: Head on for a worm fight!
B: Lament the lack of a choice (this is not a choice, sucker!)
|
David Silver
|
562727
| 66 |
Main 6,Original Character,Second Person,Adventure,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
|
CYOA: A Day in Ponyville
|
You are a resident of Ponyville. It's time to start your day. How will it go? Well, you tell me. It's your day. I can't wait to hear all about it.
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complete
| 45 | 4 |
<p>You are a resident of Ponyville. It's time to start your day. How will it go? Well, you tell me. It's your day. I can't wait to hear all about it.</p><p>This is a CYOA tale, meaning you get to pick which path you take at the end of each chapter. This is done entirely on a whim.</p><p>If you run into a chapter that's not written yet, go ahead and comment that you want to go down it, which is fuel for me to get it written, knowing somepony's waiting on it.</p><p>Endings so far: 30</p>
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teen
|
2024-08-13T01:45:48+00:00
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2024-08-13T01:45:48+00:00
| 67 |
You march on with your new friends, feeling ready for anything. They lead you to a nest of four rather large tatzlworms. "There they are!" The leader looks at you. "Ready?"
"For anything!" You didn't come this far to lose to a worm. Even if it did have fangs, venom, and who knows what else! You race in towards the nearest one with a war cry. That's when you notice that the worms aren't small. You keep running, but they barely come closer. They're quire a distance away, and quite large.
The unicorn swoops in on a disk of air, lashing out with a blast of magic. It hits one of the creatures.
It lets out a hiss as a bit of its scales smolder.
You end up at the center of a pitched battle between the brigands and the worms. The brigands seem to know how to fight, unlike you. You rush back and forth across the battlefield, striking at any foe that wanders into your path.
You are brave. Or at least you try to convince yourself of that.
Finally, one of the tatzlworms has enough. It roars so loud you feel your fur going flat from the noise alone. It lashes out with its tail, smacking the unicorn aside. Then it opens its maw wide, lunging forward towards you.
It takes all your strength to push yourself away from the creature, avoiding its gaping maw.
It comes down just behind you, tearing up a chunk of sand with its fangs.
You look around at the scene of the battle. There are only two worms left, and the bandits seem to be in control. "Need to get those hairs before I go." But the worms don't even look like they even could have hair! They're just scaly!
One of the worms faces you. You quickly cast around for something that might help. A rock? Something?
A stray tail lashes out from one of the battles nearby, crashing against the worm's side and leaving a bit of a scratch. It's enough of a distraction for you to already be running away before it thinks to look back.
The second battle ends shortly after that, the leader slashing at the exposed underbelly of the final tatzlworm. It lets out a dying hiss, falling still. "Alright, alright! Now what was it you needed again?"
You exhale softly. "It's for Pinkie Pie. But... I'm not sure that tatzlworm even has hairs. I was kinda expecting, well." You motion towards your own mane.
The leader prods at the unmoving form of the worm. "Well, let's get looking. If she says they have 'em, gotta be around here."
You, the unicorn, and the rest of the gang all work together to examine the tatzlworm's body, but the only thing you can find are bits of sand or rock that stick to its scales.
You prod at one of its poison stingers. "What about this?"
The leader comes over to peer at it. "Good for a quick end?" She catches herself. "Wait a second! Did that mare mean a hair like somethin' you put in a drink?!"
You consider the poison needle before you. "I mean, maybe? It could be? Let me see it." You grab the stinger and yank with all your might. It slides out with ease. "I'll take a few of these back and hope she likes it."
You exchange hoofbumps with your new friends and you all wave as you start in your different directions. "Pinkie sure has a lot of friends."
With that mystery solved, you head back towards town, buying some travel sweets to munch on the way back. At least it was an adventure.
When you get back to Ponyville proper, you rejoin the ponies already mid-party. You look for Pinkie, and soon find her bouncing around with excitement.
"Didja get it? I hope you got it! I mean, tatzlworms aren't bad. Just wily. But they can have super powerful poisons!"
You hold up a hoof for quiet. "Speaking of poisons." You produce the stingers you brought back. "Here you go. Hairs from a tatzlworm. Promise."
Pinkie cheers at that, but you know she'd probably take anything you said as truth. She bounces about, just happy to have something. She grabs all the vials up at once and rushes over to the drink table. You stare as she mixes together every single one of the poisons with a wide grin. "Drinks! Good news is this should make the party even better. Bad news is if you drank this stuff straight, you'd be in for trouble." She tosses the stingers away, the poisons already put in the drinks. "Drinks up everypony!"
"Did she just?" You stand there, aghast. But before you can say anything more, everypony cheers, rushing in for some of Pinkie's tasty new poison juice. "Should I tell them?" Unsure what to do, you just excuse yourself.
You did your part.
That was a mildly confusing day in Ponyville.
The End.
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David Silver
|
562727
| 67 |
Main 6,Original Character,Second Person,Adventure,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
|
CYOA: A Day in Ponyville
|
You are a resident of Ponyville. It's time to start your day. How will it go? Well, you tell me. It's your day. I can't wait to hear all about it.
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complete
| 45 | 4 |
<p>You are a resident of Ponyville. It's time to start your day. How will it go? Well, you tell me. It's your day. I can't wait to hear all about it.</p><p>This is a CYOA tale, meaning you get to pick which path you take at the end of each chapter. This is done entirely on a whim.</p><p>If you run into a chapter that's not written yet, go ahead and comment that you want to go down it, which is fuel for me to get it written, knowing somepony's waiting on it.</p><p>Endings so far: 30</p>
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teen
|
2024-08-13T19:04:04+00:00
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2024-08-13T21:56:55+00:00
| 61 |
You selected what wasn't a choice.
You were told there was nothing this way, but you selected it anyway. It's time to fight worms. What else could you even think of doing?
This is what we get for even presenting that as a choice.
True enough. So let's try again!
You're clearly going to be fighting worms, and when we said this, you immediately picked that option. We'll be rolling with that.
You choose the option to fight tatzlworms. Now you follow that option and you like it!
You:
A: Go fight some worms.
B: But what about... (glares)
|
David Silver
|
562727
| 68 |
Main 6,Original Character,Second Person,Adventure,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
|
CYOA: A Day in Ponyville
|
You are a resident of Ponyville. It's time to start your day. How will it go? Well, you tell me. It's your day. I can't wait to hear all about it.
|
complete
| 45 | 4 |
<p>You are a resident of Ponyville. It's time to start your day. How will it go? Well, you tell me. It's your day. I can't wait to hear all about it.</p><p>This is a CYOA tale, meaning you get to pick which path you take at the end of each chapter. This is done entirely on a whim.</p><p>If you run into a chapter that's not written yet, go ahead and comment that you want to go down it, which is fuel for me to get it written, knowing somepony's waiting on it.</p><p>Endings so far: 30</p>
|
teen
|
2024-08-13T21:56:38+00:00
|
2024-08-14T02:53:09+00:00
| 49 |
I see you just don't want to follow directions. Maybe that means we're already a few choices ahead of ourselves. Let's give it a try.
The heat of the desert makes your fur stick to you. You think you hear the sizzle of sweat before it can fall away from your skin. Up ahead, you can see it, the goal of your mission! It's time to fight some worms! What else could you even think of doing?
You raise one hoof high and proudly declare, "Time to get some tatzlworm hair!"
There is nothing else to do, so you advance upon them!
You:
A: Fight some worms, obviously.
B: Be stubborn and don't fight any worms because you just hate the announcer and are likely an unreasonable person!
|
David Silver
|
562727
| 69 |
Main 6,Original Character,Second Person,Adventure,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
|
CYOA: A Day in Ponyville
|
You are a resident of Ponyville. It's time to start your day. How will it go? Well, you tell me. It's your day. I can't wait to hear all about it.
|
complete
| 45 | 4 |
<p>You are a resident of Ponyville. It's time to start your day. How will it go? Well, you tell me. It's your day. I can't wait to hear all about it.</p><p>This is a CYOA tale, meaning you get to pick which path you take at the end of each chapter. This is done entirely on a whim.</p><p>If you run into a chapter that's not written yet, go ahead and comment that you want to go down it, which is fuel for me to get it written, knowing somepony's waiting on it.</p><p>Endings so far: 30</p>
|
teen
|
2024-08-14T02:52:47+00:00
|
2024-08-14T02:52:46+00:00
| 39 |
You just couldn't leave well enough alone. We were playing a perfectly fun game of choosing your own adventures. You'd pick one of the given paths, and we got to see silly ponies doing silly things. Some bad things would happen, but it was fine! There's no great adventure without any danger. But now? Now you've gone and ruined it.
We can't very well be giving you choices if there's only one way to do anything. You were supposed to move past this momentary gaffe and continue the game, but no! You had to keep poking at that invalid option.
It was only there because it had to be!
Well, now we have no choice but to actually give you something! Not much, but at least it'll make you look better when we finally catch up to the original choices. Hopefully. Let's get this over with.
Really. Fine, so you wanted a different option. You won't like it, but whatever.
So there you are, in Ponyville. It's a perfectly sunny day. Birds are singing, ponies are having fun, and you're off to find something to do. "All I need is a bit of courage!"
The fine folks at Sweet Apple Acres will know how to help.
You trot on over there with a gay little clipity clop. You've been meaning to ask Applejack for advice, but this is one of the few times you've actually found yourself on the farm. Your gaze travels up the trellis and you find Applejack tending to the apple trees.
"Howdy there, pardner!" She comes trotting up to you, just to pause. "Somethin' ain't right." She sniffs the air with suspicion. "That's odd." She leans in close, snuffing harder. "Did you step in something?"
"Not that I can recall." You tilt your head. "Is it that bad?"
She rubs her nose against your side. "Nah, I think it's better to ignore it."
But this isn't something you can ignore, you see.
My little pony, you've prodded me too many times. It's time we played a different game entirely.
I call it Choose Your Chaos!
This is going to be fun.
What a chaotic end to a day in Ponyville.
The end.
|
David Silver
|
562727
| 70 |
Main 6,Original Character,Second Person,Adventure,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
|
CYOA: A Day in Ponyville
|
You are a resident of Ponyville. It's time to start your day. How will it go? Well, you tell me. It's your day. I can't wait to hear all about it.
|
complete
| 45 | 4 |
<p>You are a resident of Ponyville. It's time to start your day. How will it go? Well, you tell me. It's your day. I can't wait to hear all about it.</p><p>This is a CYOA tale, meaning you get to pick which path you take at the end of each chapter. This is done entirely on a whim.</p><p>If you run into a chapter that's not written yet, go ahead and comment that you want to go down it, which is fuel for me to get it written, knowing somepony's waiting on it.</p><p>Endings so far: 30</p>
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teen
|
2024-08-14T10:14:30+00:00
|
2024-08-14T16:51:42+00:00
| 53 |
He approaches with the tiara but you put up a hoof. "No, thanks. I'll leave tiaras to the princesses."
He bows his head and backs away. "I understand. Perhaps there's something else?"
You consider the half-finished shop behind him and all the shining bits of jewel he's arranging. "Yeah, maybe." You scan the jewelry in an effort to distract yourself.
"Of course, all things can be bargained for." He offers a kindly smile. "Is there anything you like?" He moves to your side. "You get to be my very first customer."
"That is a high honor. One I'd like to live up to." You eye some of the better pieces, then see a smaller bracelet. It doesn't look as fancy, but there's a power to it. It's such striking bold reds and purples. "That one. It's quite pretty. Can I try it on?"
"Certainly." He levitates it over to you and slips it onto your foreleg. "Looks lovely. Perhaps some diamonds along your withers?"
You giggle at that. "I think I'm fine. I don't want to glitter randomly." You turn your arm left and right, admiring how the light plays off the bracelet. "But this, I like this! I'll take it."
"For your wife, perhaps?" He claps his hooves together. "For a price, I can inscribe a love message in there for you."
You fidget at that. "Oh, um, I'll think about it." You cough into a hoof. "I'd have to find a mare to take my hoof first."
He gestures at the window to the shop, where Rarity is walking past. "Ah, I see! Why don't you follow your heart, young one? That bracelet can amplify any pony's charm, if you so wish."
Your eyes light up with possibilities.
You:
A: Go try to woo a pony!
B: Be good! Enjoy the day with a new bit of bling.
|
David Silver
|
562727
| 71 |
Main 6,Original Character,Second Person,Adventure,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
|
CYOA: A Day in Ponyville
|
You are a resident of Ponyville. It's time to start your day. How will it go? Well, you tell me. It's your day. I can't wait to hear all about it.
|
complete
| 45 | 4 |
<p>You are a resident of Ponyville. It's time to start your day. How will it go? Well, you tell me. It's your day. I can't wait to hear all about it.</p><p>This is a CYOA tale, meaning you get to pick which path you take at the end of each chapter. This is done entirely on a whim.</p><p>If you run into a chapter that's not written yet, go ahead and comment that you want to go down it, which is fuel for me to get it written, knowing somepony's waiting on it.</p><p>Endings so far: 30</p>
|
teen
|
2024-08-14T11:11:03+00:00
|
2024-08-18T14:44:31+00:00
| 54 |
Rarity is not the prettiest mare in the town. That'd go to Fluttershy. But she was the fanciest, poshest, and one of the most fashion-forward ones. If she approved of your look, then other ponies would know you're someone worth knowing.
Rarity's white fur seemed to glow in the morning light. She turned, facing you, her sapphire blue eyes twinkling as you trot up to her. "Darling? You're looking especially radiant today." Her eyes fall to your new bracelet. "Ah ha! What a lovely little bauble you have there."
"Just something I picked up in town. I'm sure it's nothing compared to what you'd pick." You step in close, basking in her aura. "I'd love your input on my style."
"I'd love to have a peek, dear." She slid up to look closer. She doesn't know, but you turn on the bracelet's powers, amplifying your charm. "Oh, that's so nice. The beadwork is just lovely, and I'm in love with this color choice." She reaches out with a hoof, brushing it along your cheek. "Just not sure how well it suits you."
You recoil in surprise. "You're not?!"
Rarity laughs gently. "Darling, what you need is a dress to bring it all together. Something a bit more sophisticated." She points a hoof towards her boutique. "If you don't mind, I'd like to try a few things on you. It'll accentuate your new fashion and make it work with the rest of you, dear. Unless you're scared of something so simple as fashion?"
You beam at the chance to see Rarity's designs up close, and maybe get to try a few. "I'd love to. Do lead the way. Let's see what we can find."
"Wonderful!" Rarity marches towards her shop, looking over her shoulder at you. "It feels like a shame we haven't chat more before today. Really, darling, you feel like a pony worth knowing."
Was the bracelet working? You sure seem to be getting Rarity's attention! She is right about your fashion sense though. That's what you're here for! "Yes, I think it's time we get to know each other better. You're one of the best dressmakers in town."
You slip up just next to her. "But there's something else I wanted to confess."
Rarity turns towards you with a sultry smile. "Oh, yes?"
You hold up a hoof, bouncing out the words, "I like you, Rarity. Let's go on a date sometime!"
"Oh my." She fans herself with a laugh. "I never expected you to be so forward, but I do appreciate that." She kisses the tip of your nose. "A date, hm? I do like a night on the town. But, ah, I will say this." She leans in close, her mane brushing against yours. "I prefer to take the lead." She taps a hoof against the tip of your snout. "If that's a problem for you, then perhaps I'm not the mare for you."
You nearly melt into a puddle of joy as Rarity steps away from you. "Yes! Sorry. I mean, yeah. You call the shots and I'll follow. No problem here."
She chuckles, sweeping past you. "Don't worry, dear. Where I lead, delights follow." She brushes your snout with her tail on the way. "Come along. Let's see about that dress you were curious about."
It's one of the finest afternoons of your life. Rarity even includes a bit of grooming before and after, helping you to look your best. "What a vision of loveliness."
You:
A: Let Rarity take you where she wishes. She's the one in charge!
B: Wait, no. You want to be in charge. You set the goals!
|
David Silver
|
562727
| 72 |
Main 6,Original Character,Second Person,Adventure,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
|
CYOA: A Day in Ponyville
|
You are a resident of Ponyville. It's time to start your day. How will it go? Well, you tell me. It's your day. I can't wait to hear all about it.
|
complete
| 45 | 4 |
<p>You are a resident of Ponyville. It's time to start your day. How will it go? Well, you tell me. It's your day. I can't wait to hear all about it.</p><p>This is a CYOA tale, meaning you get to pick which path you take at the end of each chapter. This is done entirely on a whim.</p><p>If you run into a chapter that's not written yet, go ahead and comment that you want to go down it, which is fuel for me to get it written, knowing somepony's waiting on it.</p><p>Endings so far: 30</p>
|
teen
|
2024-08-14T16:51:11+00:00
|
2024-08-14T16:51:11+00:00
| 44 |
You walk down the road through Ponyville, feeling like a million bits. The jewel on your arm glints in the light. So far, ponies have been giving you their attention. Mostly because of the nice bit of bling.
Just ahead, you can see the shape of another pony. Fluttershy sits on a bench, quietly watching a nearby patch of wildflowers. "Fluttershy! Hi."
"Oh, hello there." She waves at you softly with a wing. She doesn't take much note of your bracelet, but her attention was always more on the wildlife, like the birds she was watching at that moment.
You sit down next to her. "Taking in the beauty of the day?"
"Yes." She reaches out with one hoof to gently stroke the feathers of a bird perched on a branch above her. "They're really enjoying the calm weather. You should have seen it when it rained the other day. They were just so wet!" She glances over at you and catches sight of the bling. "Oh, I'm sorry. That's beautiful."
You beam with pride. You didn't expect Fluttershy to notice, but that she did! "I just got it." You swing your arm over and waggle your hoof. "Doesn't it match me?" You pause, thinking how you can make it more relatable to her. "Does it remind you of any animal?"
Fluttershy steps up closer to it, eyes wide. "Oh my, yes. Do you see these patterns here? That reminds me of some of the spots on the snail family. They're so shiny too, like those catfish from the river. And this blue part?" She brings her muzzle closer. "So gorgeous. Just like the flash of color on a macaw."
You dance in place. "It really caught my eye too. A snail though? I wouldn't have thought of that. Guess it makes sense when you think about it." You run a hoof along the patterns. "I just thought it was pretty. Not sure what it's made of."
Fluttershy giggles at that gently. "Ponies do that a lot. Animals do too." She pauses. "Well, ponies are animals, so that makes sense. Collecting shiny things because they're pretty, without worrying about what they're made of."
You pout, but you don't argue with her. "Yeah, I guess so. Anyway, I saw you and figured I'd say hi."
She peers over at you. "Yes, it's been awhile since we talked." She hops back up onto her bench and pats a spot beside her. "Would you care to birdwatch with me?"
You consider it. You really do. You like Fluttershy and just want to spend time with her, and that offer sounds so tempting. You did pick a side of the town in the hopes of seeing her. So how could you say no? "I would love to."
Fluttershy invites you to join her in the park, both of you having a pleasant afternoon watching the birds in Ponyville. As it turns out, she knows most of them by name, including the few that come to visit her for a treat. It amazes you that each and every bird has a specific name, beside what species they were. To Fluttershy, each was a specific thing.
"This is Benjamin," she'd say, stroking his feathers. "He likes to wear scarves." She slips a bit of red cloth around his neck. "Isn't that right?"
The bird squawks happily and takes off into the sky, cloth trailing along behind it.
"He'll wear that for a while," she giggles out, turning to you. "I, um, actually. I thought you'd have gotten bored and wandered away. Most ponies do." She scuffles meekly in place. "You really like birds?"
You consider your words before speaking. "I don't know if I could name them all like you do, but they're fascinating. All those different feathers, colors, and shapes. And what they do! Like that one that catches fish." You sit down in front of her. "But there's one bird that especially has my attention. She has pretty wings and a soft voice. I could watch her all day long."
Fluttershy tilts her head with a smile. "Me? Oh, you're just being silly."
"Maybe a little. But mostly it's because you make me feel happy." You brush your cheek against hers. "You really know how to fill a day with joy."
Fluttershy's cheeks are warming swiftly as you compliment her. "Even when I talk to birds?"
You turn your attention back to the sky, where Benjamin is soaring through the clouds. "Especially when you talk to birds."
She shuffles up against you, nuzzling against your side.
It promised to be a wonderful day in Ponyville.
The End.
|
David Silver
|
562727
| 73 |
Main 6,Original Character,Second Person,Adventure,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
|
CYOA: A Day in Ponyville
|
You are a resident of Ponyville. It's time to start your day. How will it go? Well, you tell me. It's your day. I can't wait to hear all about it.
|
complete
| 45 | 4 |
<p>You are a resident of Ponyville. It's time to start your day. How will it go? Well, you tell me. It's your day. I can't wait to hear all about it.</p><p>This is a CYOA tale, meaning you get to pick which path you take at the end of each chapter. This is done entirely on a whim.</p><p>If you run into a chapter that's not written yet, go ahead and comment that you want to go down it, which is fuel for me to get it written, knowing somepony's waiting on it.</p><p>Endings so far: 30</p>
|
teen
|
2024-08-15T18:10:40+00:00
|
2024-08-15T18:10:39+00:00
| 41 |
You tuck the tiara away. "Crystal Check is going down!"
You zip away, looking for that crystal salespony. There he is, in the town square. You approach at speed, sliding to a stop and whirling about. "Found you! Why did you sell that super cursed tiara to that mare?"
He holds up his hooves, stepping away. "Whoa, I'm just a humble salespony! I sell all kinds of jewelry, but only the best! Like this set here." He gestures to a display of shimmering rings.
They are pretty attractive. You shake your head vigorously. "Hey, no distracting me! Did you or did you not sell that cursed tiara?"
He looks sheepish. "Technically, no." You glare at him. "I gave it away." He laughs tensely. "So, didn't sell it."
"Dude! Curses are serious business." You tilt your head, eyes narrowing. "Why did you give her that? You have to know what that thing does."
He shakes his head. "No! It's just some shiny stuff." He clasps his hooves together. "But we are friends, aren't we?"
You land in front of him. "Friends don't give friends super cursed stuff! Where'd you even get it?!"
"Bargained with an alligator. But that isn't important." He swishes his tail back and forth, humming softly to himself. "Now that you're here, why don't we go see a show?"
You roll your eyes at that. "Nah. Anything else come rom that alligator pal of yours? Why are you buying stuff from passing alligators anywho?!"
He huffs. "Well, they bring in some nice things. You'd be surprised what those gators find in the deep jungles. Why, I bought this from one, and then they bought this other thing from me!"
You roll a hoof, prompting him to start showing all the things he got from the gator. "Yeah, gonna go get Twilight to check this all over. If it's clear, you can sell it. But if not?" You float your hoof over your mouth. "That junk gets wiped from the world."
The pony groans at that. "You're worse than I expected. That was some good stuff."
You stick out your tongue. "I'll bring it right back if Twilight gives the clear." With a powerful flap, you take off with the suspect jewels.
You've secured the day for other ponies in Ponyville.
The end.
|
David Silver
|
562727
| 74 |
Main 6,Original Character,Second Person,Adventure,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
|
CYOA: A Day in Ponyville
|
You are a resident of Ponyville. It's time to start your day. How will it go? Well, you tell me. It's your day. I can't wait to hear all about it.
|
complete
| 45 | 4 |
<p>You are a resident of Ponyville. It's time to start your day. How will it go? Well, you tell me. It's your day. I can't wait to hear all about it.</p><p>This is a CYOA tale, meaning you get to pick which path you take at the end of each chapter. This is done entirely on a whim.</p><p>If you run into a chapter that's not written yet, go ahead and comment that you want to go down it, which is fuel for me to get it written, knowing somepony's waiting on it.</p><p>Endings so far: 30</p>
|
teen
|
2024-08-15T20:44:59+00:00
|
2024-08-18T13:53:53+00:00
| 38 |
You go entirely still as the sounds of that dragoness reach your ears. You hold yourself in place, too afraid to move or breathe as she emerges from her cave with a great yawn. She stretches out and scratches at her belly with one massive clawed paw.
She sniffs the air, causing you to gasp quietly, then turn about. Her scales shine like jewels, catching the morning light. You just need one of those! But she doesn't look like she's heading anywhere for a while. So you stay where you are, stock still.
You can feel the damp dew from the grass beneath you. You have to try not to fidget or move at all as the sun begins to warm your body.
She turns back towards the inside of her cave, tail thrashing for a moment. You glance at it. That could work. It'd be big enough for anything the jeweler wanted. But, well, dragon tails are pretty dangerous. If you tried to catch one, there's a good chance you'd end up in its mouth instead. You hold back a bitter laugh, hoping she knocks a scale loose on her own.
Finally, she does go back into her cave. You scamper down from your hiding spot, nearly tumbling in your haste. "That was too close."
You take the opportunity to charge after the dragoness and head deeper into the cave. Your eyes aren't on her, but scanning the ground frantically. Just one scale! It's an easy job, especially compared to dealing with the dragon herself.
You pick up a scale from the ground, only to drop it in surprise. The body heat still remains! That must mean you're in her nesting area! A heavy, droning snore reaches your ears. There is a light emanating from another chamber. The dragoness is still asleep, taking up most of the room.
Trembling with fear, you carefully pocket the scale and start tip-toeing your way out as quietly as you can.
As you slip away, you swear you can hear the sound of the dragoness' tail thrashing about in her sleep. You pick up your pace, soon breaking into a sprint for the outside. The cool mountain air kisses you as if to congratulate you. You did it! You have the scale! You rush back to town with a joyous laugh. Pinkie will be so proud of you!
You hurry to see Pinkie Pie, having accomplished the task she set out for you. Rushing into Ponyville, you zip towards the town square and her party preparations. "I have it!" You hold up the scale, showing off how it catches the light. "You wouldn't believe how big that dragon is!"
Pinkie skids to a stop in front of you, yanking the scale out of your hooves. "Great job! The others are getting their things. Your job now is to relax and wait for the party." She bounces away with a happy laugh. "Such a clever pony you are."
You:
A: Be bothered that Pinkie wasn't nearly as excited about your success.
B: Enjoy your newfound status as a dragon-conqueror!
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David Silver
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562727
| 75 |
Main 6,Original Character,Second Person,Adventure,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
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CYOA: A Day in Ponyville
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You are a resident of Ponyville. It's time to start your day. How will it go? Well, you tell me. It's your day. I can't wait to hear all about it.
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complete
| 45 | 4 |
<p>You are a resident of Ponyville. It's time to start your day. How will it go? Well, you tell me. It's your day. I can't wait to hear all about it.</p><p>This is a CYOA tale, meaning you get to pick which path you take at the end of each chapter. This is done entirely on a whim.</p><p>If you run into a chapter that's not written yet, go ahead and comment that you want to go down it, which is fuel for me to get it written, knowing somepony's waiting on it.</p><p>Endings so far: 30</p>
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teen
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2024-08-16T02:04:40+00:00
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2024-08-16T02:04:39+00:00
| 30 |
You follow after Pinkie. "That scale was really hard to get! And the dragon was a lot bigger than I thought." You pull to a stop, gaze falling to the ground. "I'm not sure if it was worth it."
Pinkie twirls around with a light giggle. "Well, you did what I asked. And that's the most important thing. It doesn't matter if it was hard, or you regret it, or even if it was boring! What matters is that you got the job done." She cups your cheeks between her hooves. "Thanks to you, everypony I had planned is going to get what they most want. I am so thankful to have you here."
You beam at that, cheeks burning. "Pinkie, don't say that. You're gonna make me cry!"
She pulls back with a light gasp. "No tears at a party!" She goes right back in, nose to nose. "I'm sorry if I didn't thank you properly. I didn't mean to! You did an amazing job."
She suddenly plonks to her bottom. "So tell me! Regale me with your adventure, brave scale snatcher!"
You clear your throat and trot in a circle around Pinkie. "Ahem! The journey started with this fair unicorn taking the train to a faraway land, seeking only the finest scales to decorate the finest of parties."
Pinkie blinked softly. "Hey, did you peek at my notes?" She pulls the edge of the page and casually browses a few other chapters. "Wow, you got into all kinds of trouble... Mmm, lucky guess?" She lets the edge go and laughs. "Silly pony. At least you found one of the good endings."
You freeze in place, halfway through a dramatic gesture. "Pinkie! What's that supposed to mean?"
She trots away from you with a bounce in her step. "Don't worry about it! Enjoy the party. I'll be naming you as one of the guests of honor."
You're both confused and excited by that news. Your hooves carry you off after Pinkie, but you can't find her. A stage has been set up in the center of town. A banner across the top declares, 'Thank you, Ponyville!'
Ponies gather around you, joyfully crowding and asking questions. They're all smiling and happy, and you can't help but feel the same way too.
This has been a wonderful, if exciting, day in Ponyville.
The end.
|
David Silver
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562727
| 76 |
Main 6,Original Character,Second Person,Adventure,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
|
CYOA: A Day in Ponyville
|
You are a resident of Ponyville. It's time to start your day. How will it go? Well, you tell me. It's your day. I can't wait to hear all about it.
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complete
| 45 | 4 |
<p>You are a resident of Ponyville. It's time to start your day. How will it go? Well, you tell me. It's your day. I can't wait to hear all about it.</p><p>This is a CYOA tale, meaning you get to pick which path you take at the end of each chapter. This is done entirely on a whim.</p><p>If you run into a chapter that's not written yet, go ahead and comment that you want to go down it, which is fuel for me to get it written, knowing somepony's waiting on it.</p><p>Endings so far: 30</p>
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teen
|
2024-08-16T18:57:17+00:00
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2024-08-16T18:57:17+00:00
| 30 |
Having barely escaped that dragon, gotten the scale, and rescued the party, you feel you've done all that can be asked of a pony. Now it's time to enjoy yourself! You munch on a snack cake, nibbling slowly and savoring the flavor. It's quite delicious. Pinkie does know how to throw a good party.
"You!" A pegasus stallion descends from above.
You hop back in surprise, which opens a spot for the pony to land. "Uh, hi there. Can I help you?"
He smirks. "We saw how you just took that dragon's scale." He shoves a hoof at you. "You were going up there to mess with that dragoness!"
You pin an ear back. "W-what? I mean, sorta? Pinkie asked me to get that scale!" You point off in Pinkie's direction. "She said to! Look, ask her!"
He shoves you away with a wing. "Pinkie wouldn't let you hurt a fly!" He pauses, ears falling flat against his skull. "Metaphorically!"
You force an awkward smile. "I never want to see a dragon again, promise."
He glares down at you, reaching down to grab you with his hooves. "Enough talk. Let's take you up there and set things right."
He pushes you back with a snarl. You bat one of his hooves away. "Cut that out! I am not going up there to talk with that dragon about one of her dropped scales! I like my freedom, thank you."
"Bold words for someone so outmatched!" The pegasus marches up to you, slapping a hoof against your chest. "Tell the truth!"
You slap his hoof away. "It was dropped! Do you really think I could have pulled it off? I'd die of fright before I even touched it." You cringe at the very idea of actually yanking a scale free. "No dragons were hurt."
He pauses, eyeing you for a moment. "Fine. But we'll be keeping an eye on you." He flares his wings and takes off into the sky.
Well, that was rude. You huff and return to the drink fountain for a sip. "Ponies. No manners these days."
The unicorn from earlier, the one who sells jewels, appears from nowhere and wraps an arm around your shoulders. "Right you are, my fine fellow."
You cringe, but his grip is sure. "I don't want whatever you're selling!"
He laughs. "Nonsense! I only have the finest of wares. Surely you can tell that just by looking at me." He taps your side with his own, his gem-covered beard glittering in the light.
"Very nice." You manage to wriggle away and start trotting away. "Today has been too much."
You accelerate towards home, promising to sleep things off.
That has been one stressful day in Ponyville.
The end.
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David Silver
|
562727
| 77 |
Main 6,Original Character,Second Person,Adventure,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
|
CYOA: A Day in Ponyville
|
You are a resident of Ponyville. It's time to start your day. How will it go? Well, you tell me. It's your day. I can't wait to hear all about it.
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complete
| 45 | 4 |
<p>You are a resident of Ponyville. It's time to start your day. How will it go? Well, you tell me. It's your day. I can't wait to hear all about it.</p><p>This is a CYOA tale, meaning you get to pick which path you take at the end of each chapter. This is done entirely on a whim.</p><p>If you run into a chapter that's not written yet, go ahead and comment that you want to go down it, which is fuel for me to get it written, knowing somepony's waiting on it.</p><p>Endings so far: 30</p>
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teen
|
2024-08-16T21:49:48+00:00
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2024-08-16T21:49:47+00:00
| 25 |
You dart out from the crowd, galloping into a great jump. You can hear your hoof thud against the tiara an instant before you feel it, heart humping in your ears.
You land on the other side of the confused unicorn, dashing ahead into the bushes with only that impact to remember you by.
The unicorn barely has a chance to turn towards you before she collapses, dizzy. But you're not thinking about her. You just keep on running back towards Pinkie and her party preparations. "Pinkie! Hey!"
"Yes?" She turns to face you, even as you come sliding to a stop. "Didja get the goods?"
"Y-yeah, I got them." You hold up the tiara. "Some strange unicorn was wearing it."
Pinkie bounces up to you, snatching it from your hooves. "I am so thankful for your help. Everypony will get what they most need!"
You giggle at her excitement. You feel light on your hooves. You did it! You helped! Following after Pinkie, you've never felt more confident. You're practically prancing down the road.
"Excuse me!" A pegasus pony sails down to your level. "Did you happen to knock this tiara off somepony's head?"
Pinkie thrusts the tiara into their waiting hoof long before you can think to reply. "Don't worry! Everything is fine. It was just a friendly tiara exchange. All good now. Be sure to get that to Twilight!"
They take it and fly back up into the sky. You stare at the pink mare as she starts towards her preparations again. "Um." You hurry to Pinkie's side. "But, um, now you don't have it?"
"Sure I do." She presses against you. "It's where it most needs to be, promise."
You give her a doubtful look, but follow after her regardless. This has been a somewhat exciting day in Ponyville. At least you feel satisfied, and you have a party to enjoy!
The end.
|
David Silver
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562727
| 78 |
Main 6,Original Character,Second Person,Adventure,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
|
CYOA: A Day in Ponyville
|
You are a resident of Ponyville. It's time to start your day. How will it go? Well, you tell me. It's your day. I can't wait to hear all about it.
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complete
| 45 | 4 |
<p>You are a resident of Ponyville. It's time to start your day. How will it go? Well, you tell me. It's your day. I can't wait to hear all about it.</p><p>This is a CYOA tale, meaning you get to pick which path you take at the end of each chapter. This is done entirely on a whim.</p><p>If you run into a chapter that's not written yet, go ahead and comment that you want to go down it, which is fuel for me to get it written, knowing somepony's waiting on it.</p><p>Endings so far: 30</p>
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teen
|
2024-08-18T13:54:02+00:00
|
2024-08-18T13:54:01+00:00
| 30 |
You did it! You saved the party and are the hero. You feel like a million bits as you wander around the town square and the other ponies putting up the finishing touches.
Fluttershy steps up toward the stage, meekly climbing onto it. "Um, excuse me? Excuse me?" She looks around, pausing when she sees you. She gestures for you to come up. You gesture at yourself confusedly, then scramble up to join her with a new smile.
Fluttershy seems relieved, one of her hooves dropping into yours. "Thank you. I never feel good about speaking to a big crowd." She turns back towards the milling ponies below, some still setting up the rest of the party. "I just wanted to say, that, well. I'm thankful for everything all of you have done today."
She continues on as the ponies slow down, looking up at her. "I know it must seem like we're asking a lot. Pinkie does get in that, um, excited mood. She means the best, really." She shuffles her hooves across the stage. "I'm not sure why some of you chose to help her, but it's better if I just let her handle things. But I am thankful. We wouldn't have this party without all of you taking time out of your days."
The crowd stomped and clapped as she finished. You laugh lightly and clap for her as well. She blushes at the praise, trotting back down to your side. "And thank you." She rubs her muzzle against yours. "For being such a great friend."
You color at the attention. "You're welcome!" You glance away and back at her. "But they never said who this party was for."
She looks away with a giggle. "My birthday! Isn't it silly? I tried to tell Pinkie not to make a big deal of it, but, well. She always makes a big deal of everything."
You start, tail twitching. "Really?! Happy birthday!" Other ponies echo the sentiment around you. Fluttershy nearly falls over from the response, chuckling nervously.
"Well, thank you all! It really means a lot." She peeks up at you from between her forelocks. "I'm really sorry you had to go through so much trouble. Pinkie told me you got that scale, from a living dragon! An adult living dragon! I could never..." She sank to quiet a moment. "I'm sorry. You did all that for me. Just for my birthday. You didn't have to."
You hold up a hoof with a smile. "You don't need to apologize for anything. I'd do it again, but even harder if I had known it was for you. And the dragon was still alive when I got there and left."
Fluttershy perks up a little at that. "Really? That's good. I'd hate to think a poor dragon was hurt just for me. Um, not that dragons usually need protection. Or anyone, really. They're just big."
"They sure are!" You trot around her, waggling your eyebrows. "Maybe one day we can see one together?"
She flutters in place at that, giggling. "Only if they can't see me. Dragons are fierce creatures." She leaned in a little closer. "I could tell you a little about them?"
Hearing some dragon facts from Fluttershy? How does one deny that?
This has been a rewarding day in Ponyville.
The end.
|
David Silver
|
562727
| 79 |
Main 6,Original Character,Second Person,Adventure,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
|
CYOA: A Day in Ponyville
|
You are a resident of Ponyville. It's time to start your day. How will it go? Well, you tell me. It's your day. I can't wait to hear all about it.
|
complete
| 45 | 4 |
<p>You are a resident of Ponyville. It's time to start your day. How will it go? Well, you tell me. It's your day. I can't wait to hear all about it.</p><p>This is a CYOA tale, meaning you get to pick which path you take at the end of each chapter. This is done entirely on a whim.</p><p>If you run into a chapter that's not written yet, go ahead and comment that you want to go down it, which is fuel for me to get it written, knowing somepony's waiting on it.</p><p>Endings so far: 30</p>
|
teen
|
2024-08-18T14:14:48+00:00
|
2024-08-18T14:14:48+00:00
| 34 |
Despite having come unexpectedly, you step into the room with the new mother. "Congratulations. How are you and the little one doing?" You offer a gentle smile as you step up to the bed.
"We're both just fine." The mother offers a tired smile. "Just glad he's out now. Could you ask if his father is here yet?"
You nod softly. "Of course." You slip outside, heading back down the hall. You run into some of your fellow ponies in scrubs.
They pass you with a laugh. "Still doing rounds?"
"The mom wants to know if the dad's shown up yet." You point the way to the room. "Do you happen to know?"
The other nurse laughs at that. "Everypony on shift before you knows him. He won't be quiet. Just head out to the main waiting room and look for the loudest stallion. He'll be so happy."
You offer a polite smile. "Thank you!" With a pat to your shoulder, they continue on.
As instructed, you go to the waiting room. The receptionist points you towards one of the largest stallions you've ever seen. Part of you wonders at the size difference of the couple, but puts that aside. That's not for a nurse to worry about. You trot up to the large and noisy stallion that's busy boasting about his mare. "Um, excuse me?"
"Yeah? You got something to say about my wife?" He looms over you, huffing out his nostrils.
You step back at the tone, ears falling flat against your skull. "Actually, yes. She's delivered. Both she and the foal are safe, sound, and ready for a visit if you're up for it, sir?"
He grunts, not waiting for anything more before pushing past you towards the door. "I'm not going to keep her waiting."
You watch him go, then follow along behind. "Your son is a healthy foal."
"Of course." He glances back at you. "How would any son of mine be different? He'll be perfect. Better than everypony else."
"That's right. Perfect." You go ahead and slip into the room with him. "Ma'am, he's here." You wave to the stallion already rushing up to the new mother. "Visiting hours are until eight, and I have a feeling he'll want to spend every minute of that with you."
"Good." She groans as she shifts in place, still cradling her newborn. "I'm so glad you're here. Meet our son." She gestures towards the tiny little bundle. "We talked about it, but we still haven't agreed on a name."
"Yeah, it'll take a while. There are a lot of good names out there." He frowned faintly. "Didn't have any dream about him?"
She shook her head. "Nothing that stuck around. It'll come to us. Don't worry."
You can only watch in bemusement. You remember your first day as a nurse. There were quite a few new foals, with equally confused parents. "Don't forget, a name is just a label. You can, and so can they, change it later."
"Right." She strokes her newborn's cheek with a hoof. "A name is just something you call yourself."
You lean over, one hoof hovering over the filly's cheek. "So when he starts thinking of himself as a handsome little unicorn..." It's only at that moment you realize they're a little unicorn. Both parents are earth ponies. That happens sometimes, but it still can catch one by surprise. "You'll be able to call him that."
The stallion peers over you, grinning broadly. "Not yet. Wait until he grows into that title." He jabs your shoulder with a hoof. "For now, I think he's Little Puff."
The mother laughs gently. "Little Puff it is then." She glances up at you. "Would you mind going ahead and bringing us in some paperwork?"
"Of course!" You nod at them both and go to fetch the needed documents.
It wasn't a day of high stakes, but helping welcome a new little face to Ponyville feels like a perfectly fine day to have.
The end.
|
David Silver
|
562727
| 80 |
Main 6,Original Character,Second Person,Adventure,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
|
CYOA: A Day in Ponyville
|
You are a resident of Ponyville. It's time to start your day. How will it go? Well, you tell me. It's your day. I can't wait to hear all about it.
|
complete
| 45 | 4 |
<p>You are a resident of Ponyville. It's time to start your day. How will it go? Well, you tell me. It's your day. I can't wait to hear all about it.</p><p>This is a CYOA tale, meaning you get to pick which path you take at the end of each chapter. This is done entirely on a whim.</p><p>If you run into a chapter that's not written yet, go ahead and comment that you want to go down it, which is fuel for me to get it written, knowing somepony's waiting on it.</p><p>Endings so far: 30</p>
|
teen
|
2024-08-18T14:44:17+00:00
|
2024-08-18T14:44:16+00:00
| 38 |
You allow Rarity to take charge as she leads you towards her favorite restaurant. Your thoughts drift as you walk along, but you don't allow yourself to get lost in them. Not when there are much more pleasant things around you. You finally glance at Rarity. "What a lovely place you've picked. Do you come here a lot?"
"From time to time. The food is delicious, and it has a nice ambiance." She gestures with a hoof towards the door, where an attendant stands. "Their tea selection is also divine."
"That sounds lovely. I can't wait." You step through the door that the attendant opens for you, taking a quick look around. It smells of freshy prepared meals, along with herbs and spices you can't identify.
Rarity follows close behind you, leading you both to a quiet table off to the side. The windows are set to the side, allowing for sunlight to spill in while giving some measure of privacy to the diners. "Now, darling, we should talk. You want to court me." She turns a hoof on herself. "And I am flattered, dear, surely I am, but we should discuss base rules."
You frown at that. "Rules? Is this necessary?"
She peers at you over her menu. "Yes, it is." She sighs softly, lowering the menu. "You need to understand. To begin, I am not a mare that takes obligations easily." She tittered at the thought. "Well, darling, besides business. Those are full of obligations and I oblige them. But, when it comes to romance, I cannot offer the same solemn oaths."
You push the menu up so you can see her. "What does that mean? Are you saying that I can't expect much from you?"
She shrugs. "I suppose so. The truth is that my heart wanders, dear. When my eyes are on you, I will rain praise and attention! But they will wander, and I may gaze at another. It's not an attempt to be mean, dear, I promise that. You're simply... not enough. Does that make sense?"
You look away, glancing towards the door. A handsome stallion just went in with a bouquet of flowers in his mouth. A pegasus. You shake your head, focusing back on Rarity. "That's a little harsh. How am I not enough?"
She smiles softly, reaching over to pat your hoof. "There's nothing wrong with you, darling. In fact, you're lovely. And I'm sure that many other ponies would be eager for your affections." She leans in closer, her gently scented breath washing over you. "It is me that has the flaw, that wandering eye. I won't make promises I can't keep, so I am warning you now."
You stare at your menu again, only able to process a few of the dishes on offer. "I guess that's fine. If I can't be the only one you love, then that's how it is."
She puts a hoof on yours. "Dear thing." She is quiet a moment. "But if you're sure?" You nod gently. "Then today, we celebrate. I will love you as if nothing else exists, at least for today, hm?"
"Yes, that would be lovely." You force yourself to smile back at her.
The conversation was subdued during dinner, and after, you both shared a kiss.
This has been a surprising day in Ponyville.
The end.
|
David Silver
|
562727
| 81 |
Main 6,Original Character,Second Person,Adventure,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
|
CYOA: A Day in Ponyville
|
You are a resident of Ponyville. It's time to start your day. How will it go? Well, you tell me. It's your day. I can't wait to hear all about it.
|
complete
| 45 | 4 |
<p>You are a resident of Ponyville. It's time to start your day. How will it go? Well, you tell me. It's your day. I can't wait to hear all about it.</p><p>This is a CYOA tale, meaning you get to pick which path you take at the end of each chapter. This is done entirely on a whim.</p><p>If you run into a chapter that's not written yet, go ahead and comment that you want to go down it, which is fuel for me to get it written, knowing somepony's waiting on it.</p><p>Endings so far: 30</p>
|
teen
|
2024-08-20T00:23:17+00:00
|
2024-08-20T00:23:17+00:00
| 27 |
You're an earth pony! Surely you can take Trixie's dangerous magical bolts straight on. You're made to be tough! You hope.
She sends the bolts crashing down on you, and you try to weather them like a storm. Each bolt sends waves of energy into you, and soon it feels like your muscles are water, barely able to hold you up. But you force yourself to remain standing, as best you can. "You're gonna have to do better than that, Trixie!"
Trixie lowers herself, hovering down until your eyes meet. "Does she really?" She reaches out and taps you on the snout, and the world begins to spin, the very last of your strength leaving you. The world grows dark, your mind a blur of confused, spinning images. You're not sure if you're awake or dreaming. But one thing remains. You hear the voice of the Great and Powerful Trixie.
Maybe even an earth pony should do more than just take an angry unicorn's onslaught. Or maybe not. That's not something you'll have to worry about! You can feel your limbs shifting in place. Everything feels numb, like they're not really yours. The world is awash in color.
This has been a painful day in Ponyville.
The end.
|
David Silver
|
562727
| 82 |
Main 6,Original Character,Second Person,Adventure,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
|
CYOA: A Day in Ponyville
|
You are a resident of Ponyville. It's time to start your day. How will it go? Well, you tell me. It's your day. I can't wait to hear all about it.
|
complete
| 45 | 4 |
<p>You are a resident of Ponyville. It's time to start your day. How will it go? Well, you tell me. It's your day. I can't wait to hear all about it.</p><p>This is a CYOA tale, meaning you get to pick which path you take at the end of each chapter. This is done entirely on a whim.</p><p>If you run into a chapter that's not written yet, go ahead and comment that you want to go down it, which is fuel for me to get it written, knowing somepony's waiting on it.</p><p>Endings so far: 30</p>
|
teen
|
2024-08-20T00:50:58+00:00
|
2024-08-20T18:51:04+00:00
| 31 |
You rush in at Applejack's side into the creepy house. It's covered in cobwebs, with a thick layer of dust coating every surface. It reeks of mildew and mustiness, and the very air makes you want to sneeze. It's chilly, but nothing moves as you enter the room.
Applejack glances aside at you. "Ah thought ah asked you to stay wit' Apple Bloom? Too late now. Keep yer guard up. We don't know what we'll find." She starts to move towards the other door in the room, only to flinch as you poke her in the ribs. "What was that for?!"
You cringe away from her, your eyes locked on a hole in the floor where some great force tore through it. "Look out! Something did that."
She looks down with a hiss. "Right. Don't wanna fall down there." She backs up and dashes around the hole. You trot along behind her, careful not to slip on the dusty floor.
Something growls beneath you, beyond that hole. A smooth tendril reaches up, trying to grab your hoof.
Applejack grabs you by the tail, pulling you back as more of those tendrils begin to rise up from the hole. "Eggbucket!"
You stomp the tentacle closest to you. "Get back! Stay away from us!"
"They're not gonna listen, sugarcube." Applejack tugs on your tail again. "We gotta run." She charges towards the next door, leading you into a dark room with a chair in the center. "It's just one thing after another today." She flops back against the door you just rushed through, keeping it shut.
"Maybe it's the house?" You can hear a thin whisper reaching you from beyond the door, but Applejack's bulk seems to be enough to keep the tendrils out.
Applejack tilts her head up at you. "Could be. But how do we take care ah this? We can't just hide in here ferever."
You look around the room for any kind of light source, but the window is boarded up. "I have no idea. If I see anything we could use, I'll let you know."
Applejack stares ahead at the chair, seeming not to have heard you.
You:
A: Use that chair!
B: Gotta be something else in here.
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David Silver
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562727
| 83 |
Main 6,Original Character,Second Person,Adventure,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
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CYOA: A Day in Ponyville
|
You are a resident of Ponyville. It's time to start your day. How will it go? Well, you tell me. It's your day. I can't wait to hear all about it.
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complete
| 45 | 4 |
<p>You are a resident of Ponyville. It's time to start your day. How will it go? Well, you tell me. It's your day. I can't wait to hear all about it.</p><p>This is a CYOA tale, meaning you get to pick which path you take at the end of each chapter. This is done entirely on a whim.</p><p>If you run into a chapter that's not written yet, go ahead and comment that you want to go down it, which is fuel for me to get it written, knowing somepony's waiting on it.</p><p>Endings so far: 30</p>
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teen
|
2024-08-20T13:26:48+00:00
|
2024-08-21T01:32:46+00:00
| 22 |
The chair wasn't wood. It looks like it at a glance, but as you come closer, you can see it's actually made of crystal. Still sturdy and solid, just crystal. The seat is soft, feeling almost like leather, though you can't tell what it really is.
Applejack stays by the door. "That thing could be dangerous."
"Maybe." You grab the back of it in your mouth and lift it up. "But not for us. I don't think we're gonna get away just by running. We gotta get rid of these things somehow."
Applejack stares at you in disbelief. "Are ya crazy? We gotta run away. Find Twilight and the others and get back home. Can't hurt anypony if they can't find us!"
You start towards the door Applejack's guarding. "There aren't many places left to run." It was time to fight, and you feel as ready as you are ever going to be.
She groans and drops to her knees. "All right. Ah see yer point. We'll have ta make a stand here." She shifts aside, freeing the way to the hall. "Ah'm right atcher side."
"Right." You head out into the hallway, chair held tightly in your teeth. You get halfway down the hall before you hear something move behind you. The other door slams open, more tendrils lashing out at you and Applejack. You bring down the chair with a startled yelp. The tendrils flinch back from it, retreating into the room again.
Applejack wraps her hooves around your waist, lifting you off the ground. "Looks like it works. Let's keep 'em busy while we run."
But you're feeling bolder. If the tendrils are scared of that chair...
You:
A: Bring the fight to them!
B: Get out of there with Applejack.
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David Silver
|
562727
| 84 |
Main 6,Original Character,Second Person,Adventure,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
|
CYOA: A Day in Ponyville
|
You are a resident of Ponyville. It's time to start your day. How will it go? Well, you tell me. It's your day. I can't wait to hear all about it.
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complete
| 45 | 4 |
<p>You are a resident of Ponyville. It's time to start your day. How will it go? Well, you tell me. It's your day. I can't wait to hear all about it.</p><p>This is a CYOA tale, meaning you get to pick which path you take at the end of each chapter. This is done entirely on a whim.</p><p>If you run into a chapter that's not written yet, go ahead and comment that you want to go down it, which is fuel for me to get it written, knowing somepony's waiting on it.</p><p>Endings so far: 30</p>
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teen
|
2024-08-20T14:58:13+00:00
|
2024-08-20T14:58:13+00:00
| 17 |
You direct towards Twilight. "Get her!"
The great mass of ponies rushes at her, hooves reaching. A cry rises from their throats, voices high with fear and fury.
The ponies closest to her reach with hooves and muzzles, just barely brushing against her flanks. Twilight arches her back with a screech as they make contact. "Stop! Stop!" Her magic fizzles, unable, or unwilling, to just blast her friends even if they are grabbing for her.
They still hold onto her, not relenting in their grip. One by one, the ponies grab her and wrap their arms around her, forming a great hug. The circle grows tighter, hooves coming together in the middle of the pile. "There! Get her!"
Twilight whimpers, wriggling in the center of the mass. "I can fight them!"
You laugh at her words. "Like you are now? You look pretty defeated to me, princess."
She grumbles, curling up on herself as much as she can. "Fine! Fine! I won't hurt anypony!" Her magic flickers around her horn before dying down again. "So let me go!"
You saunter over to the heap of ponies and reach down to pull Twilight out. You toss her to the ground, standing over her imposingly. "I'm glad we have that sorted out. Now, as your proper ruler, it's time we set some ground rules, princess. You will not lash out at your queen. Very improper."
She nods quietly, holding her muzzle shut.
You are satisfied with this. "Second rule. You are to assist me. That is what princesses do for queens, hm? Make sure the nation is taken care of. That would be you." You wave a hoof in front of her. "I won't ask you to cause pain. I know how sensitive you can be."
Twilight flinched back at that. "You're going to do it then?!"
"What? No. Whyever would I do that." You laugh with pompous grandeur. "As a proper queen, I wish to rule over a prosperous nation. Come, assist me with that task. Let's remind ponies who their real queen is."
Twilight tensed at your words, eyes locked on the tiara you wore. "Yes... My queen." She cringes even as she speaks, but you ignore that. "I am honored to assist you."
"Indeed you are."
It would be the start of new days for Ponyville.
The end.
|
David Silver
|
562727
| 85 |
Main 6,Original Character,Second Person,Adventure,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
|
CYOA: A Day in Ponyville
|
You are a resident of Ponyville. It's time to start your day. How will it go? Well, you tell me. It's your day. I can't wait to hear all about it.
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complete
| 45 | 4 |
<p>You are a resident of Ponyville. It's time to start your day. How will it go? Well, you tell me. It's your day. I can't wait to hear all about it.</p><p>This is a CYOA tale, meaning you get to pick which path you take at the end of each chapter. This is done entirely on a whim.</p><p>If you run into a chapter that's not written yet, go ahead and comment that you want to go down it, which is fuel for me to get it written, knowing somepony's waiting on it.</p><p>Endings so far: 30</p>
|
teen
|
2024-08-20T18:50:49+00:00
|
2024-08-21T12:13:05+00:00
| 16 |
You look around wildly. Surely there's something besides a creepy chair to help you and Applejack get out safely. You don't find anything in the dark room, though. It seems like just another one of the dusty old rooms. "Nothing here. I think we gotta go back into the hallway."
"What?!" Applejack looks over her shoulder at where the sounds had died down. "Ya sure it's safe out there?"
"Safer than staying in here." You nod back towards the door. "Ready?"
She steps nervously away from the door. "Ready as ah'll ever be. Go for it!"
You shove your way out into the hall. The tendrils slither away at the sight of you, ducking down through the hole and disappearing. "Okay, that was creepy."
Applejack kicks the door shut behind you. "Not ta worry! More movin' and less thinkin' bout them creepies. That's our job." She follows after you as you begin to trot down the hall. You keep an eye on the hole, but no other tendrils reach out for you. It must not have been safe for them.
She keeps glancing at that same hole, just as wary as you that an attack could come at any moment. "Okay. We're almost to the front door. I hope that thin' stays put."
"Yeah, me too." You peek towards that gaping hole, knowing what horrors lurked just beyond that dark rim. "Come on, almost there." You continue your journey, step by step. Applejack presses against your side, seeking comfort in the face of such fear.
Just as you get close to the front door, you hear a terrible cracking sound from behind you.
There's no time for thought, only a panicked gallop. Both of you spill out of the house and dash away with startled whinnies.
You rush off, heart pounding, as you look back. There, in the distance, is that old house. It still looks rickety and ramshackle, but now a great tendril slithers free, waving in the air like a terrible flag.
Applejack turns in place, heaving for breath. "Where'd Apple Bloom go?"
Oh no. She:
A: Ah'm right here!
B: Is missing!
|
David Silver
|
562727
| 86 |
Main 6,Original Character,Second Person,Adventure,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
|
CYOA: A Day in Ponyville
|
You are a resident of Ponyville. It's time to start your day. How will it go? Well, you tell me. It's your day. I can't wait to hear all about it.
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complete
| 45 | 4 |
<p>You are a resident of Ponyville. It's time to start your day. How will it go? Well, you tell me. It's your day. I can't wait to hear all about it.</p><p>This is a CYOA tale, meaning you get to pick which path you take at the end of each chapter. This is done entirely on a whim.</p><p>If you run into a chapter that's not written yet, go ahead and comment that you want to go down it, which is fuel for me to get it written, knowing somepony's waiting on it.</p><p>Endings so far: 30</p>
|
teen
|
2024-08-21T01:32:29+00:00
|
2024-08-21T01:32:28+00:00
| 20 |
You chase after the closest tendril, waving the chair wildly at it. "Get back here!" You slam the chair into the ground, using its crystalline strength to pull yourself closer to that horrible monster.
It recoils every time you get close. Every slam of the chair gets a new flinch from it, leaving its fellows to deal with Applejack on their own. "I've got you!" You slam the chair again and land hard. "Take that!" You slam the tendril about to reach for her and it yelps like a puppy. The whole thing withdraws in a powerful motion towards the hole it came from.
Applejack kicks a tendril that tries to grab her flank, glaring at the others. "Now ah've got 'em." She spins around in place, smacking more of them with her tail. The tendrils draw back, not willing to challenge her after her display.
You hold up the chair in both hooves, putting it between you and the monsters. With it as a shield and a weapon, you start scaring it back towards the hole. "Go on, get!"
The Great and Powerful Trixie materializes from nothing, pointing her horn at you. "You can't frighten me!" Her magic crashes down on you. It feels like ice and fire at the same time, burning through your muscles and bones. You lift the chair for lack of better, and her magic scattered off it, splashing all across the room. She yelps as she gets caught in some of her own magic, the sprays stopping.
Applejack is not unscathed by the magical explosions. Her fur looks singed in places, and she reels back in pain. "Eggbucket! Trixie! When ah get mah hooves on ya."
Trixie is slumped on the floor, panting for breath.
You stomp towards the defeated unicorn and press the chair against her. "Enough. You quit or not?"
"N-never!" She laughs breathlessly, lifting her horn. "My magic is greater than you can ever hope to be!" She points it at you. The tip glows brightly before sending a pulse of light towards you. You know that trick already, parrying it with your chair and sending it flying right back at Trixie.
Trixie squeals in shock as her own magic bounces off the chair, encompassing her in its glow. She rapidly shrinks into a rodent form, becoming a little mouse with a mildly too-large hat. "This was not the plan Trixie had in mind."
Applejack tromps up next to you. "Got yer magic cancelled out." She steps on Trixie's tail, holding her still. "Ya won't be foolin' anypony anymore."
You level a hoof with Trixie's face. "Enough! Seriously. We're tired and worn out. We're heading back to town and you can say your sorries there."
Applejack grunts in agreement, looking around. "Glad them thin's ran away. Let's vamoose before they change their mind."
You saved the day, making this a fine day in Ponyville.
The end.
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David Silver
|
562727
| 87 |
Main 6,Original Character,Second Person,Adventure,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
|
CYOA: A Day in Ponyville
|
You are a resident of Ponyville. It's time to start your day. How will it go? Well, you tell me. It's your day. I can't wait to hear all about it.
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complete
| 45 | 4 |
<p>You are a resident of Ponyville. It's time to start your day. How will it go? Well, you tell me. It's your day. I can't wait to hear all about it.</p><p>This is a CYOA tale, meaning you get to pick which path you take at the end of each chapter. This is done entirely on a whim.</p><p>If you run into a chapter that's not written yet, go ahead and comment that you want to go down it, which is fuel for me to get it written, knowing somepony's waiting on it.</p><p>Endings so far: 30</p>
|
teen
|
2024-08-21T01:39:55+00:00
|
2024-08-21T01:39:55+00:00
| 27 |
Apple Bloom starts digging in her pockets and searching the area. "Jus' one moment. Ah'll get you sorted out!"
A groan escapes you as you sit on your haunches. "Thanks. Sorry to drag you into this." You lean against the pillar behind you, relaxing in place.
"Not at all!" She giggles as she gets things together and begins grinding it together. "Yer helpin' me an' sis. Ah owe you a potion at least! Jus' one moment!"
You let out a heavy breath and settle in for the wait. You take a look around as you do. That creepy house is there, with Applejack inside. You can only hope that she's alright in there.
A sickly green glow catches your attention, shining from the old house. You struggle to your hooves. "Is... Is that okay?"
Apple Bloom squints towards the building. "Ain't sure, but here." She hurries up to slather the potion all over your worst ouchies. The pain rapidly recedes away. "Now, please, help her!"
"Yeah, sure!" You stumble over towards the door, huffing and puffing the whole way. With no other thoughts on your mind, you shove open the door and charge inside.
A surprised Applejack looks back at you. "Oh, there ya are." She pushes past you to the outside world. "Ah just finished with that varmint. How're thin's out here?"
You smile in relief. "Well enough. C'mon, let's get away from this place."
Apple Bloom follows along at your side, brushing up against Applejack. "It's good! They beat up Trixie, who was being an especially bad pony."
"Trixie?" Applejack looked around. "Where?"
It seemed Trixie had escaped to play a trick another day.
That was a tiring, but successful, day in Ponyville.
The end.
|
David Silver
|
562727
| 88 |
Main 6,Original Character,Second Person,Adventure,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
|
CYOA: A Day in Ponyville
|
You are a resident of Ponyville. It's time to start your day. How will it go? Well, you tell me. It's your day. I can't wait to hear all about it.
|
complete
| 45 | 4 |
<p>You are a resident of Ponyville. It's time to start your day. How will it go? Well, you tell me. It's your day. I can't wait to hear all about it.</p><p>This is a CYOA tale, meaning you get to pick which path you take at the end of each chapter. This is done entirely on a whim.</p><p>If you run into a chapter that's not written yet, go ahead and comment that you want to go down it, which is fuel for me to get it written, knowing somepony's waiting on it.</p><p>Endings so far: 30</p>
|
teen
|
2024-08-21T12:12:48+00:00
|
2024-08-21T12:12:47+00:00
| 24 |
Apple Bloom pops up from the bushes she's hiding in. "Over here! Ah'd ask if ya took care ah that thing, but ah can see ya ain't." Her eyes were past you, on the tentacles flailing about the house you had just escaped from. "You two okay?"
Applejack gallops over to her sister, hugging her close. "Now ah am!" She pulls back with a snort. "This darn Trixie! Comin' in ta mess with us like this!"
Apple Bloom steps back and rubs her cheek against your shoulder. "Ah saw her." She pointed the way. "She was runnin' off that way. Figured it'd be best not to be seen by her jus' now."
You sigh softly, leaning against Apple Bloom. "Good call. We wouldn't want you getting hurt, right?"
Applejack nodded quickly at that. "Look, everypony's okay. Let's call that a win." She peered at that creepy house. "Let's get home."
The three of you walk away from that terrible old house, finding yourselves at peace.
This was a confusing day in Ponyville, but you feel reasonably accomplished.
The end.
|
David Silver
|
562727
| 89 |
Main 6,Original Character,Second Person,Adventure,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
|
CYOA: A Day in Ponyville
|
You are a resident of Ponyville. It's time to start your day. How will it go? Well, you tell me. It's your day. I can't wait to hear all about it.
|
complete
| 45 | 4 |
<p>You are a resident of Ponyville. It's time to start your day. How will it go? Well, you tell me. It's your day. I can't wait to hear all about it.</p><p>This is a CYOA tale, meaning you get to pick which path you take at the end of each chapter. This is done entirely on a whim.</p><p>If you run into a chapter that's not written yet, go ahead and comment that you want to go down it, which is fuel for me to get it written, knowing somepony's waiting on it.</p><p>Endings so far: 30</p>
|
teen
|
2024-08-21T15:44:04+00:00
|
2024-08-21T15:44:03+00:00
| 24 |
Pinkie giggles as she bounces around you. "Happy birthday! You've been so busy lately, you forgot all about it. I figured we'd give you a day to remember, and a nice party."
The crowd cheers louder at that.
Pinkie lifts a hoof high in the air. "Now, who's ready to part-ay?!"
It feels like the whole town's there, just for you!
You're surrounded by friends old and new. You dance with them and have fun, sharing jokes and stories, especially funny ones. You watch Pinkie as she performs, even as she sneaks around the crowd, appearing where you least expect her.
A song bursts out from somewhere, but you can't see who started it. One of your friends is singing, and soon, the rest join in. You start to sing along too, hoofs stomping on the ground, only for a cloud to crash into the party.
What pony could resist a good heartsong? Not you, that's for sure. You harmonize with the town as drinks are shared and cake nibbled into.
At the end of the day, you settle in with your friends, feeling warmed by the love they share with you. This has been one of the best days in Ponyville.
The end.
|
Nat_
|
562784
| 1 |
Cutie Mark Crusaders,Main 6,Rarity,Sweetie Belle,Twilight Sparkle,Alternate Universe,Human,Romance,Slice of Life,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Narcotics,Sex,Violence
|
A Family In Concert
|
Twilight got Rarity pregnant, now the duo has a Sweetie problem, LITERALLY!
|
incomplete
| -1 | -1 |
<p>It's been a month since Twilight has seen her adorable daughter.</p><p>Of course, she missed the little girl, but with too many chores and no Spike to help her deal with the changes she was going crazy! And no time either.</p><p>But hey! Time passes quickly when you're running from one place to another, and now it's just a few hours until she sees her baby girl!</p><p>And his ex wife...</p><p>And if destiny really exists, he HATED Twilight!</p>
|
teen
|
2024-08-03T03:57:11+00:00
|
2024-08-04T07:12:30+00:00
| 197 |
~10:00 p.m. in Canterlot~
The Canterlot Theater was packed and the night was pleasant. The people present ranged from nobles to students, all for the lecture on the properties and depths of the powers existing among Equestrians based on the studies of Clover, the clever. Or as Rainbow Dash said: "A project developed to teach the depth of existing magic, its dangers and blah blah blah!"
Anyway, nobles were there to suck up to the future queen and get favors. Celestia knows that these airheads only came to her for that!
Twilight tuned out in the first few minutes of the lecture, she loved lecturing, but that day had much more meaning than it seemed. That didn't stop her from doing a good job, she had rehearsed so much that things came naturally.
She didn't even notice the time passing.
"... Thank you very much for coming everyone!" Sunburst's voice, amplified by the microphone, was like an alarm clock for Twilight, waking her from her thoughts.
"And have a good night!" She finished, her eyelids fluttering as a tired smile appeared.
Applause and conversations arose as the gathered people stood up and spread out across the place.
Her face fell, nobles sneaked to get to her, it was the challenge of becoming a queen after all, unwanted attention. Her luck (or misfortune) was that Cadance had devised a plan for her "dear little sister" to go after "her girls". She only found out about it when the aforementioned hugged her and whispered the plan in her ear. Apparently her co-leader was already aware of everything.
"Sunburst, are you sure you have no problem dealing with all this alone? I'm sure they did fine without me! Of course Sweetie will be upset, but just stuff her with candy and everything will be fine!"
"There's nothing wrong with that, besides, a month is a long time to be away from the one you love, Miss Sparkle. Now go, I'll hold the fort." The answer came quickly, his eyes never leaving the movement of the room, but he had a warm smile.
That's what happens when you work with the Quenn of Love.
She rolled her eyes and ran away, her boots clicking as she walked through the space behind the stage and then down a long hallway, where at the end there was a door to the exit.
That hallway led to the actors' dressing room, the costume room, among other rooms that only authorized people could enter. In other words, she was alone with her thoughts.
Ah! A month without seeing those plump, pink cheeks made me miss them terribly! What was I thinking, letting Rarity take her? Damn her smooth talker, that woman can manipulate everything to her advantage, UGH!
A pout formed and her forehead wrinkled. Socialite Rarity Belle, also known as his ex-wife, was a woman who was born to be a star! Fashion designer, model, singer (although she's taking a break), the most beautiful and generous woman in the world, among other titles.
The result of the gametes of the two gave birth to Sweetie Belle Sparkle, a small and naive little girl who was currently eight years old. The girl had more Rarity traits than Twilight, with the main characteristic shared by mother and daughter being her fuchsia eyes.
You see, the little girl was not planned or desired at all, but it was the most incredible and frightening thing that the 19-year-old Twilight had to face.
None of the villains she faced compared to the fact that she got one of her best friends pregnant, one Saturday morning, after a truth or dare, where a completely drunk Dash dared the young Sparkle to fuck Rarity in the college library. It didn't help that she had downed four bottles of cider and the designer's body was already something she had control over.
Ah! A nice breeze for a long, agonizing day.
The breeze outside was delightful and accompanied her to her car, a 2024 Jaguar E-Pace in Farallon Pearl Black.
Her aunt's moon was in a crescent shape and shone brighter than on any other day, certainly in honor of Sweetie, the girl's favorite shape.
Her frown returned, inside the car, as she started it and maneuvered onto the road, she tried to understand her feelings.
What's my problem anyway? I'm counting the seconds to grab my little sheep, but I can't stand the idea of talking to Rarity alone, it's been years since we've been alone together! I'm probably out of practice, I should practice my poker face! I wonder if there's time to practice? You're getting paranoid, stop it and breathe!
She began to do her "ritual" with one hand and the other on the steering wheel, to come back to her senses. That became more common as she was screwing up in life, that is, whenever possible.
And, since the separation happened, they had never been alone, there was always one of their friends or family around. But there was the Sweetie factor now, they wouldn't act strange around her.
Twilight is counting on that!
~♡~
The theater was near the Castle, to the South. The airport was located near the ends in the North zone.
The streets gave access to several houses, now few cars or motorcycles passed by.
Families and friends gathered to stand on the sidewalks or squares. Children ran from one side to the other, like little bees.
And Twilight had already passed by this square three times!
"I should get out of the car, the plane won't arrive until 00:15 and now it's only been seven minutes since eleven o'clock, I'm going to go crazy if I wait for them there!" She sighed heavily and threw her head back.
Her best bet was to park the car and get out. It wouldn't hurt to explore this part of town a little.
"I can buy them something, maybe a burger, a hot dog or a sweet treat!" She shrugged, she had time.
Her hand wandered to the glove compartment and she pulled out her wallet, her eyes falling back on her watch.
It had only been two minutes since her monologue and she really needed to cool off.
As she got out of the car, little by little people started to notice her presence, either looking stunned or bowing.
This is so embarrassing, it feels like I've grown a second head. Let's get this over with!
She waved and smiled nervously at everyone, her destination being what would have been a hot dog stand.
"Uh, hello? I'd like three full hot dogs, please." Her ears flattened as the owners stared at her with their mouths open, it wasn't every day that a princess showed up at a street stand and made an order.
At first the owners stammered, then they got excited and pushed her to a table, and finally she got the hot dogs.
The time it took them to prepare them was the time it took for the children to approach her, then the adults and finally the owners of other little shops to advertise their products.
And when she got back to the car she had three hot dogs, six hamburgers, six portions of French fries, various fruits, a box of lollipops, sixteen macarons, three different cakes and three milkshakes.
"Oh my God, this is not what I expected! What time is it in..." Her magic gently placed the food in the trunk and she closed it.
"THREE MINUTES TO MIDNIGHT, HOW DID THIS HAPPEN? SHIT!" She ran to the driver's door and threw herself into the car, quickly starting it.
The tire screeched and she returned to the road.
|
Nat_
|
562784
| 2 |
Cutie Mark Crusaders,Main 6,Rarity,Sweetie Belle,Twilight Sparkle,Alternate Universe,Human,Romance,Slice of Life,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Narcotics,Sex,Violence
|
A Family In Concert
|
Twilight got Rarity pregnant, now the duo has a Sweetie problem, LITERALLY!
|
incomplete
| -1 | -1 |
<p>It's been a month since Twilight has seen her adorable daughter.</p><p>Of course, she missed the little girl, but with too many chores and no Spike to help her deal with the changes she was going crazy! And no time either.</p><p>But hey! Time passes quickly when you're running from one place to another, and now it's just a few hours until she sees her baby girl!</p><p>And his ex wife...</p><p>And if destiny really exists, he HATED Twilight!</p>
|
teen
|
2024-08-12T00:40:45+00:00
|
2024-08-12T00:40:45+00:00
| 61 |
~00:03 a.m. on the heart street~
She accelerated and threw the car around curves, stopping at lights and slowing down when one car or another was in front of her.
Her body was brutally thrown like a shuttlecock in a circle of children. Her hair whipped and entered his mouth every second. And her skin was very cold, because, at some point when she almost collided with a red blur, which was certainly a motorcycle, she pressed the button to open the windows.
If she was correct, and she always was, just turn left and she would arrive.
Bingo!
She finished maneuvering in the airport parking lot with seven minutes left before the plane arrived.
She got out of the car and her legs were a little wobbly, her cheeks were flushed, her skin was cold, her hair was very disheveled and her clothes were wrinkled. The look of a porn star, literally.
Her fingers slipped to fix her white dress blouse, lower her black pencil skirt a little above the knee and try to smooth out the frizz in her hair. The good thing about being married to Rarity for four years was that she learned how to put together a look and do decent makeup, before that she wore a sloppy bun and tacky blouses.
That was good, she was one step closer to getting a crown, not just a tiara, a real crown! And being seen wearing beggar's clothes wouldn't help her (according to Rarity).
It wasn't exactly a choice Twilight had. His wife had donated all the clothes and shoes from her closet and burned those that she could not save along with all the underwear that was not pleasing to her eyes, in eight hours. It was a big fight that day.
This was a misfortune that served for good.
She entered the airport. It was large and well ventilated, several people were walking around and talking, some were sleeping on the floor or near their suitcases.
She leaned against a wall and looked around. Some people looked at him and whispered. Nothing out of the ordinary, they couldn't get close without being punished.
At some point of harassment that Luna suffered, probably in her first public appearance, she exploded and sanctioned a law that prohibited approaching people without the consent of royalty. Three years of community service or a fine of fifteen thousand bits. This was one reason why Luna was not a favorite among the equestrian population, and also the fact that she refused to appear to her subjects.
She understood her aunt's point of view. In the past, her sisters kept her away from the political situations of the two empires due to the fact that there was a difference of almost four thousand years between Luna and Celestia, they did not need someone who only had twenty-seven years of "experience" to deal with the issues of the world, this made Luna a naive, reclusive and ignorant person.
Due to the way her sister Astra died and no one was really prepared for it, chaos ensued in the Crystal Empire. They had no time to mourn, Celestia had to immediately take the reins and as she could not take care of two empires, the responsibility of governing Equestria fell into the hands of Luna, a person who had not even had the experience of being a queen. For her, the shit had been thrown not at the fan, but right in her face.
When all this happened, Twilight was eight years old, but Cadance was sixteen and knew how it all happened. Twilight had already asked a few times how their mother died, but her sister just said that she wasn't prepared for that conversation.
"I wonder if Luck will be gone for long? I wish this sleepover was still happening today!" A group of teenagers walked by laughing in front of her, which brought her a pout.
She was there, alone, because everyone had a dozen problems to deal with.
Pinkie Pie was hired to be a judge on a baking show somewhere in the Crystal Empire, entertainment was important to distract people from the lack of information.
Fluttershy was at the borders helping to take care of the animals that were injured in the crossfire.
Applejack is taking care of Apple Bloom and was loaded to the teeth with tasks now that Big Mac was serving in the war, she had to hire people, since the rest of her family were busy with their own farms, most of the men were on duty .
Rainbow was in a similar situation to Applejack, but with the Wonderbolts. In times of war, the squadron needed three captains: the one who would lead those who went to war, namely the Spitfire; the one who would organize the training of new members and select those who would go to the front line, Soarin's task; and responsible for executing missions and presentations, this being Rainbow's job.
Spike was on a mission with Celestia to pressure the Dragon Emperor into taking a stand, as surprisingly the Draconic Empire was neutral. Oh! Ember, the young dragon's girlfriend, was the emperor's daughter, something Twilight didn't remember to tell him.
And Cadance with Shining Armor, Rarity's cousin and her sister's fiancé, were dealing with a huge demand from emigrants and angry citizens who want to know what is happening outside the walls. After the whole situation with King Sombra, they are completely terrified of the war, they are the only ones who care about it too.
She broke away from the wall when she saw a plane land, that still made her excited. It was good to see how things progressed over time. The magic was improved to be long-lasting and generate energy, it was discovered that some precious stones and ores could be useful for this too, some even better! Twilight was responsible for creating the Communications Spheres, it was possible to call or send messages through it, it was a luxury object that few people had.
"Um, I have to think of a way to increase its production and make it more accessible." She crossed her arms and watched the movement of suitcases and individuals leaving the large structure. She knew there was no point in looking for Rarity and Sweetie, they wouldn't come out in the middle of the crowd, and her daughter would probably take a photo with the pilots and flight attendants.
She let herself breathe, watching people hug, talk or pick up their bags. It was nice to see how this was so important that it took their attention off of her. And soon it was her turn to be sentimental.
"MOM!" A shrill voice sounded like a loud church bell, but if it brought a terrible ringing to her ears, Twilight ignored it. Automatically she turned on her heels, she knelt down and opened her arms, the smile she opened was not even a percent of the happiness and excitement she was in.
She felt tears forming as she saw how simply divine her little girl looked. The little girl wore a little black, spaghetti-strap dress, she also wore white 7/8 kitten socks with a pair of ballet flats, as well as beaded necklaces and bracelets. Her curls falling over her delicate shoulders.
When the little girl was in her arms she hugged her, turned around and kissed her daughter's face. They laughed together as more tears welled up in their eyes, genuine happiness and a wave of peace washed over Twilight. She realized that nothing, no one would take her daughter away from her again, she wouldn't let that happen, that month was a nightmare and served as a reminder to remind her of who she loved.
"Mom, I'm getting dizzy!" Sweetie said as she giggled and rested her little hands on Twilight's face.
"I love you so much, my little sheep..." She stopped spinning and grabbed the girl in a tight hug, she didn't notice that her wings opened and curled around her daughter who kissed her forehead.
"I love you so much too, I missed you!" She wrapped her little arms around her mother's neck and laid her head on her shoulder.
Her fingers on her left hand brushed her cheeks, wiping away the tears and their tracks, her eyes fell on a wall of suitcases, which she counted and gave twenty-two. She knew instantly who the owner of that mountain was, and she also knew that this owner had only carried thirteen pieces of luggage.
Hesitantly, she forced her feet behind the wall, her vision was graced by a milky-skinned woman with a snuggly kitten in her arms and three blushing men, each with two giant pieces of luggage that were obviously hers. On top of the cyan suitcase was a lilac carrying case.
Twenty-eight suitcases.
"I think I can take it from here, boys." The men looked at the princess and stuttered, Rarity spun around and took two steps back to get a good view of her ex-wife who was almost two heads taller. Her stomach turned.
A silence followed as sapphire and fuchsia met, which seemed to reflect a lifetime, but lasted at least six seconds until Rarity turned to the three in front of her.
"Thanks guys, but I don't think you'll be needed, have a good night." She cuddled them as if they were puppies and slowly they crawled away from her. "It's nice to see you again, Darling!" Her doll-like eyelashes were large, delicate and accentuated the beauty of her eyes, not a hint of sentimentality in sight. The cat on her lap didn't even bother to look, her interest was in the silver earring hanging from her owner's ear. A party globe?
"Likewise. But tell me, where did all these other bags come from? I'm sure they don't reproduce." A wry smile danced on her lips as did her mixed feelings. I should stop thinking too much.
The sapphires glowed in recognition, accompanied by a warm smile. "Oh my, you know the generosity is beyond me, Darling. Some suitcases are packed with gifts for each of our beloved friends, the others are for donation and some are comforters for our soldiers, see?" As an example, a copper suitcase glided through the air glowing with a sky blue aura. When it was opened, several black comforters were lifted and danced around them. Twilight nodded in agreement.
This movement caught the attention of Sweetie who, until that moment, was buried in her mother's shoulder, as well as the kitten leaning over Rarity's left shoulder. A sigh left her pink lips upon seeing the demonstration of magic, which for some reason reminded her mother that she was in possession of a car filled with a variety of foods and mainly three "Milkshakes!" in the passenger seat.
"Um?" Before big doll eyes with a large dose of innocence met hers, a 'pop' was heard and each one's eyes followed three plastic cups surrounded by a raspberry-colored aura.
"I bought them!" If she had a tail, it would be wagging like an excited, impatient dog. Apparently her shared daughter would be doing the same if she had one, if her dilated pupils were anything to go by.
"By the stars, these cups are the size of my head!" Rarity approached soon after closing the suitcase and placing it with the others. It was true that they were large, a liter probably, but that was no reason to refer to them as that, especially since it wasn't a cheap purchase.
"There are two chocolate ones and one strawberry one." The cups that used to spin lazily in their magic separated to find their respective owners. The strawberry one for Sweetie Bell, the chocolate ones for Twilight and Rarity.
"Thanks, mom!" A kiss placed on her mother's cheek and the little girl was already under her feet, swallowing like a calf suckling for the first time.
"Thanks." Twilight had taken hers and just nodded, it hadn't melted and it was delicious. When Rarity caught him with her magic, the brush of auras was enough to make her blush and Twilight choke.
Magic was something complicated, which was present in all beings in one way or another. Magi, as their gender is biologically called, have magic in their veins and feel as if it is touching their hands. This has been observed in three species: earthly magicians (Magi terrestria) with a strong connection to nature and colossal strength; the winged magicians (Magi ales) being able to walk on clouds, control the weather, in addition to having wings; and pure magicians (Magi pure), these use their magic naturally, being able to conjure objects, levitate and various other things, they also have gems in the palms of their hands, releasing power through them. But of course, magic was something that was all over the globe in various forms and types, what differentiates these species from others is the marks of efficiency, better known as cutie marks, symbols carved into precious stones that appear on the back, it was a characteristic that differentiates its bearer from others. Pinkie Pie, for example, has three balloons carved from Rubellite Tourmaline.
"Sweetie Bell Sparkle, have manners and suck slowly, we're in public! And you're not drinking all of this!" The reprimand came out in a whisper, which made the little girl slow down and scared Twilight, who did the same. This brought her back to reality, she was tired and hadn't slept well even before this travel thing, but that didn't stop her from analyzing the beautiful vision that was her ex-wife.
Rarity looked beautiful, her high boots with a heel made her a little taller, her set of black leather mini skirt plus a blouse with a deep red V-neckline and finally a black coat that reached the middle of her cochas was sexy without being vulgar. Her hair had a red streak that gave it accentuated volume and a full view of her face.
"I think... I think we should leave before these people's eyes pop out." The girl shrugged her shoulders and looked around.
Her progenitors did the same. A crowd formed around them, watching the three as if they were exotic animals from the zoo, this was explained by the fact that they were public figures, previously a happy couple until they separated on a Monday day, apparently for no reason. Many people were rooting for them to get back together, fan club and everything. Even though they had the threat of a law hanging over their heads, the Mexican soap opera that followed was good enough for them not to worry about it.
No, I won't think about that now! We're taking it well so far, get it together!
"Where's your car? I can take your bags there." His raspberry aura enveloped all the suitcases and levitated them into the air. Something impossible for many, easy for me!
"It's in the parking lot, Darling! I don't think it would be hard to find a limo." Rarity gestured with her chin to leave, she kept her glass floating beside her, her drink untouched. She teleported the carrier, opened it and carefully deposited the kitten.
They practically fled in a hurry, rumors filled the place and excited screams accompanied them to the exit, along with the suitcases and the cat in the box, which was slowly floating in its owner's magical aura. Her cutie mark itched with the feeling of being the target of some gossip involved with his ex-wife.
The limousine was easy to find, the driver Refia, a woman who studied with them and was an athlete, was leaning against the door of the vehicle inhaling a joint, she didn't seem very surprised by the amount of suitcases, exaggeration was a characteristic of the Belles and it was something she must have seen a lot, but rather with the display of power in front of her. She took one last drink and threw it onto the floor, stepping on the tip, she bowed and saluted.
"Refia, be a dear and open the trunk, please. I also hope you didn't smoke in the car, dear." A grimace was what the chauffeur received from her boss, she reciprocated by rolling her eyes.
"Seriously Rarity, that's why I was outside! I'm not as stupid as you think." She headed towards the back of the vehicle with the others in pursuit.
In fact, Rarity scolded him for wearing his suit sloppily. "By the stars, how many times do I have to teach you how to put on your tie properly? Have you unlearned how to fasten the buttons too?" Refia had a feline smile and hummed as she opened the trunk, pretending not to hear.
"Rarity, where do you plan to put those bags? There's barely room for one!" Twilight was confused, the luggage compartment was tiny, it only fit a bag of teddy bears. Her eyes fell on the line of suitcases she had packed, still twenty-seven left.
"I plan on putting them in the seat section, that's why the limo is here, honey." Revia opened the doors while Rarity levitated her bags into the car and winked at Twilight, still with that smile. I'm pretty sure she's either on drugs or having fun with the situation.
"But mommy, where are we going?" The girl who had been silent the whole time, too busy with her drink asked. She had a pink mustache below her nose.
The adults looked at her. Twilight's forehead wrinkled, she was starting to understand where this conversation was going.
"Refia, where is my car?" Arms crossed, a pout and a narrow stare.
"Rarity, how about we sit down and talk?" She backed away, like a frightened deer.
"Sit where, on the floor? I'm a lady! Now, where's my car?" Refia took two steps back, Rarity followed.
"Let's say I spent the money you gave me for the taxi. What would you do with me?" She gave a small smile.
"What did you buy?" She stopped, curious and upset.
"Ah, a cage with a Gouldian Finch bird." She smiled proudly, leaning against the limousine.
"And where is he?" One more step, they were face to face. She seemed calmer.
"I let him go." She smiled. Rarity's expression hardened and her palms glowed brightly.
It was done.
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Cozy Glow,Flurry Heart,Princess Cadance,Alternate Universe,Anthro,Porn,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Fetish,Profanity,Sex
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Flurry Heart's Phone Call
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While taking out her frustration on her mother, Flurry gets a call from a friend of hers.
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<div class="bbcode-center" style="text-align:center"><p><b>FEATURED August 7 - 8 2024</b></p></div><p>Since coming of age, Flurry Heart has been an unbelievable brat. Not cleaning her room, not bothering to behave at all the way a Princess should, and above all, having constant sex with the Castle Staff, not caring who sees. Fed up, her mother, Princess Cadance confronts her, but her daughter is just tired of her mother anyway.</p><p>This is a Commission for <a href="/user/36243/Tailsic" rel="nofollow">Tailsic</a>.<br/>Derpibooru: <span class="spoiler">3331855</span><br/>Part of my 1K Challenge<br/>Disclaimer: EVERYONE is 18+</p>
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2024-08-06T23:10:26+00:00
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2024-08-06T23:10:26+00:00
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*Ring Ring…Ring Ring…Ring Ring…
“Hey! This is Flurry.” Flurry Heart said, answering her phone. After a second, she recognized the voice on the other end. “Cozy?! What’s up bitch?”
“Hey, girl!” Cozy answered on her end. “Just calling to see what’s up, if you wanna do something later.”
“Depends on how much later.” Flurry commented, huffing slightly. “I’m gonna be a little busy for a while.” Cozy was about to ask what she was doing, but a faint sound came through the phone.
“Is that…is that moaning? You slut, who are you fucking?” Cozy asked, giggling a little. “If you had just said so, I would've called you back.”
“Nah, you’re fine, girl.” Flurry laughed, now fucking at a much faster pace to get more and more moans out of the mare she was fucking. “It’s no one important, just my mum.”
“Your mom?!” Cozy gasped before she started laughing out loud. “Wow, you’re fucking your mom? How’d you manage that?”
“Well, I was just minding my fucking business.” Flurry explained, raising a free hand to smack at Cadance’s ass hard, making the alicorn moan out louder. “And then this cunt comes up to me and tells me the same shit she’s been telling me for like a week.” As she spoke, she hammered her futa cock as hard and deep as she could in the mare’s sobbing pussy. “Clean your room…act like a proper princess in public…” She then reached over to tug hard at her mother’s mane. “And stop fucking all the castle staff! So since she’s being such a bitch, I decided to treat her like one.”
“That's easy, huh?” Cozy asked with another laugh. “Well damn, if I knew it was that easy, I’d have fucked the bitch too.”
“If I’m in a good mood, you can have my sloppy seconds.” Flurry chuckled, speaking in the smug tone she was known for. “But I’m sure I’m about to ruin this bitch. Fuck! Maybe I’ll keep her as my new cock sleeve.”
Cadance’s pussy clamped down and tightened on and around Flurry’s cock. Her insides were so hot, wet, and tight as she was cumming all over this length. The alicorn felt an intense shame from this, to be so easily claimed and fucked by her own bratty daughter. And yet, under all the humiliation, her body was in utter bliss. She hated how cruelly Flurry was treating her, but she just could deny how turned on being treated like her daughter’s sex toy was. Her cock was just so big, easily meatier than Shining Armor’s dick, and it was stretching her out so deep, Cadance couldn’t help but moan as she was feelin her cervix being so brutally beaten by this blunt cockhead.
“So what now?” Cozy curiously asked, raising an eyebrow as she was feeling the soft moans of the older mare getting her a little hot and bothered. “You gonna breed her like some slut and take over the Empire?”
“What? No, that’s dumb. Mum and dad can have the throne. I don’t give a fuck about that.” Flurry explained, “But if this bitch thinks she can tell me what to do after this, I’m gonna have to fuck the shit out of her until she learns.” Cadance’s pussy tightened at the cruel words her daughter was making the younger alicorn laugh. “Holy shit, this slut is getting turned on by this!” Raising a hand, she brought down another hard smack on Cadance’s ass. “Come on, moan louder bitch! I want Cozy to hear some royal whoring!” Switching her phone to speaker, she placed it down on the bed as she started really fucking into her mother’s pussy.
Cadance couldn’t stop herself from moaning. Her daughter’s cock was pushing even harder against her insides, making out so passionately against her cervix, and trying to force her way even deeper inside her. The younger alicorn smirked, ignoring any growing fatigue, and biting at her lower lip to hold in as many sounds as she could. She didn’t want to give her mother the satisfaction that her slutty pussy was making her daughter’s cock feel good. And Flurry wanted to see how far she could reach in the mare. She could fuck all the way into the wombs of the many maids in the castle, and so wanted to do the same to her mother. While Flurry was fucking her mother like a used up whore, Cozy had also put her phone on speaker, allowing her to fully undress and start to masturbate to the sounds of her friend fucking the mare.
“Here it comes you fucking whore!” Flurry moaned out. “Take it, bitch!” Humping as hard as she could, her cock was hammering and stretching Cadance’s pussy.
Throbbing madly, she swelled as she was forcing her way into the cervix. Once in, she brought in a hard and deep thrust, bottoming out her incredible, thick length into Cadance’s fuckhole. The alicorns both moaned out, feeling their shared orgasms overwhelm them. The older one’s pussy clamped down so hard on this dick, nearly crushing it as she squirted and sprayed out from the feeling. Flurry’s cock finally burst in orgasm, unleashing a hot and heavy load of her potent seed as deep as she could, not wanting a single inch of Cadance’s womb to go uncoated in this virile spunk. The thought that she might have just impregnated her mother made her cum again.
“Well, I think this slut learned her lesson.” Flurry chuckled, picking up her phone. “But yeah, I think I can hang later on.”
“S-sounds good…” Cozy weakly replied, trying to hold in her still cooing voice. “I’ll talk to you later.”
“Talk to you later.” Flurry nodded, ending the call. “Shit, I think she was masturbating to us fucking.” Her cock twitched in Cadance’s trembling pussy. “Well fuck, now I’m horny again. Oh well, guess we’re in round two!” Groping hard on her mother’s ass, she started up her humping pace again.
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TheKing2001
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Main 6,Original Character,Raindrops,Spitfire,Sunset Shimmer,Alternate Universe,Drama,Random,Slice of Life,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Profanity
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The Wonderbolt Academy
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When at the Wonderbolt Academy, Raindrops is eager to try to achieve her dreams when she realizes the Academic isn't as easy as she expected.
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<p>After weeks of going over applications, the Wonderbolts open up their academy for the next four months, leaving Spitfire, Soarin and Fleetfoot to train the new cadets to work together. Being in charge of a bunch of cadets each trying to prove themselves is never easy.</p><p>Cover art is done by my friend.</p>
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2024-08-03T07:08:08+00:00
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2024-08-03T07:09:41+00:00
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Raindrops stood anxiously on a train station platform with her suitcase next to her as she idly listened to her fellow pegasi talking that she came with from Ponyville. She had applied for the Academy months in advance and had already taken her exam. Raindrops was more than surprised when she received her acceptance letter in the mail with orders to report to the Wonderbolt Academy. The jasmine pegasus brushed her teal mane out of her eyes, briefly glancing at her cutie mark of three raindrops on her toned flanks.
“Nervous?” Sprinkle Medley asked as she and White Lightning stood on either side of Raindrops with their own suitcase. “We are too. Surprised there’s only us, Sassaflash, Merry May, Dizzy Twister, Parasol and Cloudkicker.”
“Probably more up there,” White Lightning gestured up at the large cloud in the distance. “I’m a bit nervous myself. I’m a decent flyer but certainly not the best in the group. That’s definitely going to be Cloudkicker.”
“I’m nervous as hell,” Parasol chimed in and the pale yellow male shifted on her hooves. She was the most skittish of the Ponyville pegasi other than Fluttershy, but she would have never thought of trying out for this.
Cloudkicker blushed and crossed her forelegs. She didn’t necessarily like bragging about her abilities in general, unlike a certain rainbow maned pony she knew.
“Come on,” Cloudkicker answered and bit her suitcase handle. “They won’t wait forever for us. And we got five minutes to get up there. I’d rather not get chewed out on my first day.”
Raindrops personally agreed with that. She had heard the rumors just like everypony else about how hard Spitfire was on her trainees and Raindrops didn’t want to test the mare in any circumstance.
She joined her fellow pegasi in the sky as she hugged her suitcase to her chest to calm her nerves, breathing out softly. She was a bit nervous but would never say that in public like this.
Raindrops and the others faintly made out a few other pegasi standing next to a runway in a row as she and the other Ponyville pegasi landed, trotting over to them.
Raindrops set down her suitcase next to her and stood by a green stallion with a light teal mane and a pen for a cutie mark.
“Hello,” he said and glanced at her without moving his head to look at her.
“Hi,” Raindrops said and folded her wings against her body. “What’s up?”
“Nothing much. You?”
“Nothing.”
Raindrops opened her mouth to reply before hastily closing it as a stern faced Spitfire in a military uniform with some medals hanging on it and purple sunglasses started trotting to them with two identical looking white pegasus on either side of her.
“Look at what we have here,” Spitfire glared at them all as she trotted down the line before stopping at a stallion. “Your mane is out of regulation, cadet.”
“Sorry ma’am. I uhm forgot to get a haircut and-” he fell silent as Spitfire stepped closer and glared at him.
“Did I ask for an excuse? I didn’t hear me ask for one. Did you?” Spitfire asked as she continued glaring at him.
“N-no ma’am. I’ll get on it immediately ma’am.”
“Good. See to it that you do or I’ll have one of the others cut it for you,” Spitfire continued to glare at him for a second before stepping back and continued her walk, stopping to examine Raindrops as she froze nervously. “You. Name.”
“Raindrops. Ma’am,” Raindrops hastily added when Spitfire’s eyes narrowed slightly at her.
“Hmph. Your suitcase is leaking shampoo, cadet. Be sure to wash any belongings in the washing room or a cloud,” Spitfire pointed a hoof at the yellow suitcase as Raindrops gave it a startled look.
“Yes ma’am,” Raindrops saluted her and Spitfire stepped away.
“You all will be bunking with each other. The pony you are assigned as a wing pony will be the pony you will be staying with. You will sleep together, you will eat together. Hell, you will shower together, damn it. If you don’t like your partner, too fucking bad. Figure it out between your selves. If I have to get involved, I will make you two do laps around the campus while the others watch till you get along,” Spitfire explained as the others looked at each other. “You may not like one another, but you will respect each other. And if you do anything to fuck your partners chances of being a Wonderbolt or endanger others, I will personally escort you from the premise. Am I clear?”
“Yes ma’am!” Raindrops joined in the others and saluted as Spitfire gave a subtle nod.
“Now get up there and give me one hundred laps!” Spitfire shouted and pointed at Raindrops. “Not you, Shampoo. Get that mess cleaned up with a rag from over there and then join your team.”
Raindrops nodded as Spitfire glared at the other pegasi with a flat look.
“Did I say sit around and look at me like a bunch of lost puppies? No, I didn’t. Now get your sorry flanks in the sky and get those laps down. Five seconds to go before I increase the number to two hundred laps!” Spitfire threatened and the others hastily took off as she watched in satisfaction.
Spitfire sat in her office, watching the others do laps with a scowl. Spitfire folded her sunglasses and set them on her desk as Dizzy Twister flew by her window again with Parasol and Cloudkicker close behind her.
“How are they doing?” Soarin asked from his spot he had claimed in front of Spitfire’s desk with Fleetfoot in the other chair.
“Okay. Sassaflash needs to work on her form, especially on the turns. Merry May is lagging behind but we can always fix that. Sweet Dreams is probably the worst out of the group. I’ll most likely assign him to Starburst. Won’t see many shows or action but he’ll be in the Bolts. Might even pick up some talent in there.”
The other two winced slightly. Ponies only got assigned to Starbursts team if they either fucked up badly or were poor flyers. Starburst himself was a good flyer so he often got given the pegasi that weren’t so he could either get them in shape or have them do various field jobs for the other Wonderbolts at shows. Most didn’t stay long for the obvious reasons.
“Sprinkle Medley is okay. So is White Lightning. Thinking of partnering White Lightning as a lead pony with Lucky Charm. I can’t partner her with Sprinkle because they’re married or whatever.”
“What about Whiplash?” Fleetfoot suggested as she flipped through a file. “Age thirty. His dad is a commander for the Royal Guards along with his two brothers. Nothing in here about a mother.”
“Don’t we already have a Whiplash?” Soarin asked and leaned back in his chair. Spitfire nodded briefly as the mentioned green stallion went by.
“We have two now.”
“That was him,” Fleetfoot answered and adjusted her posture slightly. “Decent pace. Saw him and Raindrops talking before you had em doing laps. I like Raindrops, she seemed to get with the program. And she remembered to salute.”
“Hmph. We will see how she does. We’ve had ponies make a decent impression on the first day only to wipe out in the next week,” Spitfire scoffed as she turned to face the other two. “Midnight Strike is good too. Might make her a wing pony with Starry Eyes.”
“I support it,” Fleetfoot conceded and Soarin cracked his neck. “I’m interested in seeing how they handle getting woke up earlier in the morning and kept up late.”
The three chuckled to themselves and continued the pegasi flying around outside.
Raindrops and the others stood inside an air conditioned room as she stretched out wings. She personally felt pretty gross with her mane being stuck down on her head from sweat.
“These are going to be your permanent bunk assignments. Once again, if you don’t like your bunk mate too bad. Sort it out between yourselves. Being able to problem solve is an important skill to have as a Wonderbolt,” Soarin announced as the others watched and stapled a piece of paper onto a board. “You will get up at oh six hundred everyday. You should be in the shower and out by oh six thirty. Thirty minute shower tops. You’re expected to be getting breakfast by seven where you will sit with your fellow cadets.”
Raindrops stepped to the board and her blue eyes scanned the paper for her name, idly tracing against the paper. She gave a sigh as she stepped back to allow somepony else to find their names. She really wanted to be partnered with someone she knew. Just because she and Dizzy Twister came from the same town doesn’t mean she really knew her.
“Uh Dizzy Twister, right?” Raindrops asked as she stopped at a orange mare with two tornado cutie marks.
“That’s me. Guess we’re bunkmates,” Dizzy Twister held out a hoof and Raindrops shook it. “Hope you don’t snore.”
“Nah. You?”
“Nope,” Dizzy answered cheerfully with a smile. “I don’t know about you, but I feel filthy. We should probably go hit the showers after putting our suitcases in our rooms.”
“Same. I should have brought more shampoo. Stupid bottle broke open on the runway,” Raindrops grumbled and started pushing her own suitcase. “Might go down to that town and buy another bottle.”
“I got a spare you can use,” Dizzy offered and Raindrops looked at her with a small smile.
“Really?”
“Really,” Dizzy nodded with a grin. “We Ponyville pegasi gotta stick together. And you can do me a favor in return.”
Oh boy, Raindrops thought to herself and gave her a wary look as Dizzy laughed.
“Relax, nothing bad. If you hear any good gossip, let me know. I’m pretty chill. Watch my back, I’ll watch yours?” Dizzy suggested and Raindrops nodded after a moment. “Crazy how we never met before. Weren’t you a weatherpony on Dashs team?”
“Yeah, just dropped to part time. I’ve seen you around a few times. Just got too busy to say hey. Who do you think Cloudkicker and the others get?”
“I know Parasol got some stallion from Manehatten as a bunkmate. She’s a bit skittish around stallions so that’s probably why she got partnered with him. Heard a rumor Spitfire has files on all us in her office. Our likes, dislikes, hobbies, allergies. Normal stuff,” Dizzy commented as they both stopped at a dorm room with a number six on it. Raindrops didn’t necessarily approve of Parasol being partnered with a stallion and mentally made a note to keep an eye on her. “Well, this is it.”
Raindrops turned a key and felt the other mare behind her and Dizzy shut the door as the two examined their room. The room was fairly spartan in design. White walls with the Wonderbolt logo on it, a clock in the entry way and black curtains that were pulled back.
There was two beds a few feet away from each other with two pieces of papers on them that said their individual names. The beds were simple looking with white sheets and a pillow with a blue blanket.
“So I guess we get assigned beds too, huh? Guess that solves that problem of figuring out who sleeps were,” Raindrops said with a shrug as she slid her suitcase next to the bed closest to the window. “You like the dark or nah?”
“Not really. I’m uh a bit afraid of the dark,” Dizzy blushed and set down a nightlight on her bed. “I’m twenty seven and still afraid of the dark. Some Wonderbolt I’m gonna be, huh?”
“Between the two of us, I’m afraid of tornadoes. They’re scary and I’m a pegasus. They’re unpredictable. We can’t control the larger ones. I can keep the blinds open if you want.”
“I got my nightlight and plush. I’ll be fine. Thanks though,” Dizzy said with her back turned as she fished a turtle plush out of her suitcase that she lovingly called Shelly. She had that thing as long as she could remember and did her best to keep it in good condition. “If I need it, I’ll let you know. I’m ready to hit the showers. Here’s my shampoo bottle, by the way.”
Dizzy tossed it on Raindrops bed as the other mare gave her a grateful smile before reading the label. She didn’t necessarily like smelling like apples but she could tolerate it. Especially when she got offered it out of the blue. She could have had a way worse roommate.
“Showers are down the way we came I believe,” Raindrops said and closed the blinds. “I’m ready to feel like a pony again.”
“Same here.”
The two shared a brief laugh before leaving to go clean themselves up.
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Main 6,Original Character,Raindrops,Spitfire,Sunset Shimmer,Alternate Universe,Drama,Random,Slice of Life,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Profanity
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The Wonderbolt Academy
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When at the Wonderbolt Academy, Raindrops is eager to try to achieve her dreams when she realizes the Academic isn't as easy as she expected.
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<p>After weeks of going over applications, the Wonderbolts open up their academy for the next four months, leaving Spitfire, Soarin and Fleetfoot to train the new cadets to work together. Being in charge of a bunch of cadets each trying to prove themselves is never easy.</p><p>Cover art is done by my friend.</p>
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2024-08-05T05:31:26+00:00
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2024-08-05T05:31:26+00:00
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Raindrops yawned and rolled over in her bed, tugging the blankets around her as she listened to the sounds of Dizzy’s quiet breathing. She felt more like she was at home instead of a foreign bed. The silence was naturally disrupted by pounding on the door.
“Wake up!” Fleetfoot shouted and Dizzy shot up in bed, rubbing her eyes. “Get to showers. If I have to come back to anyponys rooms, you’re doing laps till I’m satisfied.”
“Oh sweet Celestia,” Dizzy muttered as she rolled out of her bed. “Hey Raindrops.”
“Morning Dizzy,” Raindrops licked her lips and groaned. “We should probably get going. I don’t want to test the Lieutenant.”
Dizzy nodded her agreement as she and Raindrops both started making their beds, tucking the blankets and sheets into the bed and placed the pillow on the bed.
“Looks good,” Dizzy commented and opened the door of their room with Raindrops behind her. “Got a feeling they’ll still find a problem with it.”
The two looked around the hallway as some other ponies stumbled out of their room as Raindrops continued to the showers. She personally took showers only before bed, but she suppose she could get used to it.
“What do you we’re gonna do today?” Dizzy asked and Raindrosp frowned thoughtfully.
“Probably more flying. Makes sense that’s what we do here. The few shows I’ve been and times I’ve talked to some Wonderbolts said they have a written class portion too. I just hope it’s easy class work,” Raindrops sighed as she and Dizzy trotted into the bathroom as Misty and Feather Twirl trotted past laughing about something.
“Fair,” Dizzy agreed and Raindrops stepped into a shower, yanking the curtain closed as she turned the water on.
She gave a content sigh and pressed her head against the wall as warm water poured over her, accepting the shampoo bottle an orange hoof tossed gently in the shower.
“Thanks Dizz.”
“Anytime.”
Raindrops had always loved taking a shower or getting wet in general. Her cutie mark was three drops of rain for a reason, after all. She was the best pony in Ponyville for making thunderstorms. She always did have an appreciation and love for thunderstorms that would shake her parents entire house and make the entire sky a dark grey.
Raindrops poured some shampoo onto her hoof, rubbing it into her mane and closed her eyes as she felt the soapy liquid running onto her coat.
She flicked an ear as she made out a stallion singing a few stalls down, stifling a laugh as Soarin continued singing.
“Cause trying not to love you, only goes so far. Trying not to need you, is tearing me apart. Can’t see the silver lining, from down here on the floor and I just keep on trying, but I don’t know what for. Cause trying not to love you only makes me love you more,” Soarin continued and rubbed the bar of soap on his chest fur as a couple others laughed, Raindrops included albeit much quieter. “Hey! Don’t judge me!”
“HAHA!” Fleetfoots laugh echoed around the corner and Soarin rolled his eyes.
Soarin was grateful the curtain hid his blush. He did have a reputation to maintain, of course.
“Oh man,” Dizzy wiped a tear from her eye. “That was priceless. Ow! Some soap got in my eye, frick!”
“Wash cloth,” Raindrops called back as she started working on washing her tail. “I got one folded up. I bet you do too.”
“Thanks.”
Fleetfoot briefly listened before she left to go get her own shower. She normally didn’t listen in on ponies taking showers because weird, but it’s a decent way of getting information, especially about ponies you’re training.
Fleetfoot continued searching for an empty shower stall, yanking the curtain back and stepping inside. She had found it kinda weird to shower feet away from stallions at first, but had grown out of that.
Fleetfoot turned the water on as hot as it went and started washing her wings.
Raindrops stared down at her lunch tray, poking at the thing that sat on it with a fork.
“Okay, what the fuck is this?” Cloudkicker asked finally as she too stared at her own tray with her roommate next to her, a stallion named Banana Walnut.
“I believe is supposed to be waffles,” Banana said and all the other pegasus at the table held their breath collectively as he stabbed his own with a fork and tentatively took a bite.
“Well?” Berry Cinnamon asked and picked up his own fork. “What’s it like?”
“It’s something,” Banana answered and eyed his cup of coffee. “I swear, if they manage to screw up coffee, I’ll die inside.”
“This should be good,” Sprinkle grinned and leaned forward as Merry May watched silently. Banana wrapped a hoof around his cup and hesitated before drinking it.
“I’m worried,” Merry May said finally as she held her own coffee. “He hasn’t said anything or swallowed it.”
“It’s okay,” Banana said finally and he set down the cup. “It could be better. Way better.”
“I shouldn’t be surprised. Royal Guard food was bad too,” Cloudkicker frowned down at the black liquid in her cup. “Or well, it is for the trainees. The others get better food and coffee.”
“That’s annoyin,” White Lightning grumbled and speared her own breakfast. “At least it’s food. Could be worse.”
“Don’t even jinx us dear,” Sprinkle scowled as Sassaflash laughed. “What are you laughing at, Sassy?”
“You two. I’m in a good mood this morning. My bunkmate, on the other hoof, is not.”
“I hate mornings,” Tropical Flutter grumbled and propped his head up with his hoof. “I can’t sleep in a foreign bed. It’ll take me a few days to yet used to it.”
“Felt that brother,” Blue Comet chuckled and the light blue pony continued eating as he received shocked looks. “What?”
“The fact you’ve practically ate all of that is mind blowing,” Parasol said softly.
“We got a limited time to eat. I’m not gonna waste it after all,” Blue Comet shrugged.
The others eyes widened and they all looked at each other before they started eating quickly.
“So Soarin,” Fleetfoot grinned as she slid next the stallion at his table. “Who were you singing about in the shower?”
Soarin cursed internally and blushed as he tried to ignore Fleetfoots thigh pressing against his. He had hoped the mare wouldn’t have mentioned it but he forgot this was Fleetfoot he was talking about.
“Nopony,” Soarin lied and glanced at her out of corner of his eye. He had always been interested in the mare but had figured she was into somepony else. She did always talk about another stallion so naturally he opted to stay silent. “Nopony in particular.”
“Oh sureee,”Lightning Streak drawled and gave the two smirks. “Most of us heard you. Surprised glass didn’t break when you sang.”
“Oh shut up,” Surprise chimed in with a glare. “He’s a good singer. No wonder a pony has her eye on him.”
“What?” Soarin asked as he glanced at her and Fleetfoot hastily made a cutting motion across her throat and Surprise gave a subtle nod her way.
“Nothing.”
“Sure didn’t sound like nothin,” Soarin focused on Surprise intently who suddenly found her food much more interesting than the others at the table. “Hm. I guess I won’t pry though.”
Fleetfoot and Surprise both gave quiet sighs of relief as Rapidfire watched silently before glancing at the new ponies a few tables away.
“I remember eating that disgusting stuff. Seems they have a stronger stomachs than most,” Rapidfire noted and pushed a pancake around his plate. The cadets and other trainees always got the standard Royal Guard food. They would get better food that was cooked daily by a Wonderbolt who got assigned kitchen duty daily.
Star Hunter was the most well liked cook of the Wonderbolts so far according to the others. Rapidfire personally preferred High Winds cooking but if he remembered correctly, her turn wasn’t till a few days from now. He was on Saturday he believed so two days after her.
“That group is a mixed bag so far,” Soarin admitted and set down his coffee. “Got good ponies and okay ponies. None are truly bad surprisingly. Not like the last batch we trained. I like Sassaflash a lot. She has potential.”
“All of them do,” Fleetfoot added and Soarin nodded his agreement. “I still think Raindrops is gonna be a damn good Wonderbolt. She and Dizzy already seem to have hit it off. She and half of them came from the same town. I bet Raindrops will be a lead pony.”
“I think Spitfire already made the sheet for who’s what. It’s getting posted before lights out,” Lightning Streak said with a yawn. “But we will see. Got more stallions this time around. Always cool to see more guys trying out.”
“Felt that,” Silver Zoom added and cracked his neck. “Maybe we can stop bugging the others about sports and other stuff now.”
“I enjoy bugging Spitfire with sports. She gets annoyed,” Soarin chuckled and the others laughed.
“Same with me. I just use anime instead of sports,” Fleetfoot snickered and took a sip of her orange juice. “She absolutely hates anime. She calls it the hentai shit.”
“The what? What in Equestria is hentai?” Soarin asked and Fleetfoot blushed a bright red.
“You don’t wanna know.”
Raindrops and the others stood in front a piece of paper as they all collectively started reading the list of names.
“I’m a lead pony?” Raindrops muttered with a stunned expression. She had more so figured that Dizzy would have gotten it. She had been wondering is she was going to be a wing pony or a lead pony. Dizzy did seem to be a better flier to her.
“Hey congrats,” Dizzy flung a foreleg around Raindrops neck.
“Thanks,” Raindrops examined her hooves. “No hard feelings? I think you deserve it more.”
“No hard feelings,” Dizzy confirmed with a small smile. “Sure, I may have wanted it but no changing it now. I’m happy for you. If our roles were swapped, I know you’d be saying the exact same.”
“Damn right,” Raindrops agreed and the bumped flanks with a laugh. “I couldn’t have asked for a better bunkmate.”
“Same here. I’m surprised Sassaflash is a wing pony. Same with Midnight and Banana. The three were really fast, especially Sassy.”
“Yeah for real,” Raindrops agreed and Dizzy spun her around. “Woah, what are you doing?”
“This,” Dizzy said and pinned the golden wings on Raindrops uniform. “Now you’re a real lead pony.”
“Thanks Dizz. I can call you that, right?”
“Mhm. As long as I can call you Dropsy,” Dizzy winked and Raindrops shrugged.
“I’ve been called worse. Usually only Derpy or Dinky called me Dropsy. I got it after dropping some stuff at the moving company were worked for briefly.”
“I heard about that,” Dizzy snorted and Raindrops blushed as she looked away. “That old guy was pretty mad. The donkey I think he is? That just moved to Ponyville. Apparently that was his great grand donkeys piano.”
Now Raindrops felt worse. At the time, it wasn’t her job to know the ponies backgrounds. Her job was just to move stuff from one place to another. If she remembered correctly, Merry May had briefly been there too.
“I was there also with Merry. The boss was so mad. We both quit shortly after you and Derpy got fired,” Dizzy continued and snickered as she got a wide eyed look. “What?”
“I didn’t know you were there. I feel like an idiot now,” Raindrops admitted as she slammed a hoof into her face.
“Nah you’re not. I just never said hi either because I was too tired that day. Plus, I hated our work so I was pretty much staying to myself so I didn’t accidentally say something mean,” Dizzy said and placed a hoof on Raindrops shoulder. “Can you put the wing pony symbol on my uniform, please?”
Raindrops nodded as she accepted the silver wings, clipping them onto the orange mares uniform and stepped back with a slight frown before adjusting it slightly and smiling.
“There. Perfectly straight,” Raindrops said and yawned. “I’m gonna go head to our room.”
Dizzy stifled a yawn of her and started following her, sidestepping an annoyed Midnight Strike as the black pegasus snorted hard enough for steam to come out her nose.
Oh boy, Dizzy Twister thought to herself as she watched the mare for a brief second before continuing after Raindrops as the mare opened the door to their room.
“Room inspection time!” Fleetfoot shouted as she and Soarin trotted down the hallway with each carrying some bags. “Line up outside the doors of your rooms now.”
They all stood nervously as the two walked into a room as they all listened to stuff being moved around before Soarin and Fleetfoot trotted out.
“Your bunkmates bed is unmade. Have him fix it or you’ll both be doing laps,” Soarin glanced at a blue stallion. “I suggest you two get in there and get to work.”
The two hastily looked at each other and nodded, quickly leaving the hallway as Soarin and Fleetfoot split up.
“Oh no,” Dizzy whispered as Fleetfoot beelined to them.
“You look nervous, Cadet. Any reason?” Fleetfoot stopped and looked between the two.
“N-no ma’am,” Raindrops muttered and Fleetfoot gave her a flat look.
“Louder, damn it!” Fleetfoot barked and Raindrops jumped slightly as Dizzy went pale.
“I said no ma’am. We aren’t nervous,” Raindrops answered and hoped to Celestia she wasn’t visibly sweating.
“I’ll be the judge of that,” Fleetfoot scowled slightly as she entered the room. She was a bit more surprised at how clean it was as she approached the beds and ran a hoof along them. “Decently made. Could be a bit straighter.”
Fleetfoot stepped away from Dizzy’s bed to examine Raindrops’, adjusting the pillow slightly before setting down a bag on each bed.
“Nice work you two,” Fleetfoot stopped at the doorway and nodded at them. “Dizzy’s bedsheets could be straighter. Your dress uniforms have been left on your beds along with another uniform. I expect them to be ironed and properly hung up by tomorrow’s inspection.”
“Yes ma’am,” the two saluted and watched Fleetfoot step away to yell at another mare.
“We got this in the bag,” Dizzy nudged Raindrops with a wide smile. “Wish I knew how to iron.”
“It’s easy. I’ll show you tomorrow morning,” Raindrops promised and peered into her bag. “Wow. Shiny.”
“For real,” Dizzy agreed and held a hat in her hoof. “I’ve always wondered what I’d look like in a uniform.”
“Same.”
“I get left side of the closet, you get the right?” Dizzy suggested and Raindrops nodded.
“Fine by me.”
The two jumped as they made out Fleetfoot yelling in the hallway, glancing at the doorway warily before looking at each other nervously.
“You’re late and left your partner. Where were you?” Fleetfoot snapped as Midnight Strike cowered slightly back from the mare as Fleetfoot violated her personal space being inches away.
“Visiting Spit-”
“Captain Spitfire to you,” Fleetfoot corrected with a scowl. “So you having friendly chats with the captain is more important than our time?”
“N-no Lieutenant,” Midnight paled and shook her head as Fleetfoot looked to Soarin.
“That’s what I heard. Isn’t that right?” Fleetfoot asked and Soarin nodded.
“Sounds like it to me. What did you need with Spitfire?” Soarin asked and Midnight cleared her throat. “Today, preferably.”
“I was asking why she made me a wingpony and not a lead pony. I’m a good flyer and all. Sir,” Midnight added as Soarin gave her a look.
“What did she say?”
“That she made me a wingpony to learn from my partner. That a good leader learns from those under her sir,” Midnight answered nervously as her eyes flicked around.
“I see. Get back to your partner. Or everypony in here will be doing wing ups because of you,” Soarin threatened and Midnight received a few angry looks. “Now.”
Fleetfoot stepped back and Midnight trotted away quickly with her tail between her legs before sliding to a stop next to Wildfire.
Midnight had heard Fleetfoot was loud when she wanted to be but she had always thought of Soarin as the nice one.
She didn’t entirely expect him to be as loud as Fleetfoot or Spitfire.
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Main 6,Original Character,Raindrops,Spitfire,Sunset Shimmer,Alternate Universe,Drama,Random,Slice of Life,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Profanity
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The Wonderbolt Academy
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When at the Wonderbolt Academy, Raindrops is eager to try to achieve her dreams when she realizes the Academic isn't as easy as she expected.
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incomplete
| 15 | 3 |
<p>After weeks of going over applications, the Wonderbolts open up their academy for the next four months, leaving Spitfire, Soarin and Fleetfoot to train the new cadets to work together. Being in charge of a bunch of cadets each trying to prove themselves is never easy.</p><p>Cover art is done by my friend.</p>
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teen
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2024-08-08T22:22:07+00:00
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2024-08-08T22:22:07+00:00
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Raindrops stifled a yawn as she shifted around on her chair at a desk that had clearly been used for years as she toyed with a quill on the desk, watching Soarin and Blaze standing at a chalk board that had various words on it up front talking.
“We may be some of the fastest flyers in all of Equestria, but we do more than flying. We spent most of our time in a classroom learning about the history of Equestria and the Wonderbolts along with different flight patterns and maneuvers,” Soarin continued and pointed at the chalk board. “You each have books that I expect to be studied. There will be tests. I asked Corporal Blaze to assist me today.”
Raindrops examined the mare briefly as Blaze sat down on a desk and crossed her hindlegs as she stared back.
“I have a question,” the green stallion raised a hoof.
“Yes?” Soarin glanced at him. “Ask away. This is a learning environment.”
“Do you guys help with our studies? I’m kinda dyslexic so reading is hard,” he admitted and some ponies snickered.
“Quiet,” Soarin and Blaze both gave them flat looks. “As for your question, yes I will Whiplash. At least he had the courage to ask his question unlike you all. See me after.”
“Thank you,” Whiplash gave a nod and Soarin gave a subtle nod back.
“Who can tell me who was the first leader of the Wonderbolts?” Blaze asked as she glanced at her own book.
“Uh Firefly, right?” Blueberry Fluff called out and she nodded.
“Yes, nice work,” Blaze turned to Soarin and the two had a conversation purely based on facial expressions as the others watched curiously.
“You all study the books while Blaze and I talk in private for a moment,” Soarin announced and the two stepped into the hallway, shutting the door gently.
“What do you think that’s about?” Whiplash whispered and Raindrops shrugged as she started to read. Half of this she didn’t even know happened. She always did like history in general. “Hey.”
“I have no idea. Not my business. Probably some Wonderbolt drama,” Raindrops answered as she licked her hoof and turned a page.
“Maybe. Names Whiplash. What’s yours?” Whiplash glanced back at her as he examined her head to hooves.
“Raindrops. Technically my full name is Sunshower Raindrops but everypony calls me Raindrops. It’s what I like.”
“Gotcha. You don’t sound like your from Cloudsdale. What accent is that?”
“Ponyville accent. Most of us have a countryish sound to our voice. Except a certain few that moved there, of course like Shoeshine and a couple others. Thunderlane is one of em.”
“I see.”
Raindrops shifted back to continue reading and propped her head up with a hoof as Dizzy gave her a few glances at her between reading with a raised eyebrow.
“Huh, strange,” Dizzy muttered to herself. “Very strange.”
Dizzy winced slightly as she continued doing push-ups alongside Raindrops and a few other ponies as Spitfire trotted back and forth, occasionally shouting at a pony.
“Fix your form,” Spitfire nudged Parasol. “Stretch your hindlegs out more and it’ll be not as difficult.”
“Yes ma’am,” Parasol breathed out as Spitfire patted the red faced mare on the back.
“Keep an eye on them. Twilight wants to speak to me,” Spitfire gestured to Blaze who was standing nearby with Fleetfoot watching. Blaze didn’t necessarily know why Spitfire was making her take part in general in the trainings but she did know Spitfire had a lot on her shoulders so she supposed she might as well help out when she can. Spitfire did help her a lot, as a sister and boss.
“I got you,” Blaze nodded as Spitfire trotted over to a purple unicorn Raindrops didn’t recognize but she did recognize the green mare she was with.
“Wallflower?” Raindrops muttered with a confused expression as she watched Spitfire greet the two and a short dragon as the four all laughed about something and Spitfire folded her sunglasses up, placing them in her front pocket. “A dragon?”
“What is Wallflower doing here?” Cloudkicker asked as she and other pegasi from Ponyville gave the green earth pony stunned looks.
“What is a unicorn doing here is the more important question. This is for pegasi and there’s a dragon,” a stallion grumbled and Fleetfoot gave him a dirty look.
“Wanna say that again? It’ll be the last thing you ever do,” Fleetfoot warned quietly as she knelt down in front of him and pointed a hoof in Spitfire’s direction. “I’ll have you know those are my friends. And three of the four helped save Equestria when Nightmare Moon returned so show respect. And Spike is a harmless dragon. Am I understood?”
“Yes.”
“Good. As punishment for your outburst, your fellow recruits will have to do fifty more push-ups. Next time don’t open your mouth,” Fleetfoot announced and the others groaned as they each glared at him.
While Raindrops and the others were equally angry, they were more confused about how Wallflower of all ponies helped save Equestria.
“What’s up Twilight? Hey Spike and Wallflower,” Spitfire nodded at the three and gave Spike a hoof bump. “How’s it going?”
“Just checking on how you’re doing over here. We haven’t seen much of you this week,” Twilight answered and glanced at Fleetfoot and Blaze overlooking a group of ponies in matching blue and yellow uniforms doing push-ups. “You’re having Blaze help?”
“Mhm. I’m grooming her for a potential leadership position in the future so I’m giving her more responsibilities,” Spitfire explained. “Soarin said she did well in the classroom.”
“Oh boy,” Spike groaned as Twilight grinned widely. “You said classroom.”
“You should totally let me help teach in the classroom. I have notes and I can read on all the Wonderbolt history and whatever else you teach,” Twilight grabbed Spitfire’s face with her hooves and Spitfire reminded the other two watching of a fish more than a pony.
“I suppose I could use some more help,” Spitfire mused and brushed Twilight’s hooves off her face. “Especially from somepony who focuses a lot on studying herself.”
“Just show me the source material and I’ll get all of them in shape,” Twilight promised and Spitfire chuckled dryly.
“I’ll take your word for it. I’ve had outside help before from Sunset and a few royal guards. Let’s go to my office you three,” Spitfire paused to look at Wallflower sheepishly hiding a plant behind her with an innocent smile. “Fine, the plant can come too.”
“Yay,” Wallflower danced around on her hooves and froze as she looked back at the ponies doing push-ups staring at her.
“What’s wrong?” Spike asked and the other three followed her gaze.
“Nothing,” Wallflower mumbled and Spitfire narrowed her eyes slightly as Wallflower lifted a foreleg slightly. “Can we go now to her office? Please.”
Spitfire nodded and unfurled her wings to block Wallflower from the other ponies view as she ushered the earth pony inside with Twilight and Spike following at a slower pace.
“I know you lied back,” Spitfire whispered in Wallflowers ear as the earth pony jumped. “I expect the truth later.”
“Okay,” Wallflower sighed and Spitfire lowered her wings to fold them at her side. “Uhm why aren’t you guys down there? Why do you have two buildings?”
Wallflower gestured out the cloud window to the small grey dot below the cloud miles away.
“This one is for training. Can’t really do flight trainings on the ground after all,” Spitfire chuckled and lead the ponies and dragon to her office. “We used pegasi magic to keep it in this one spot. Use it for Cloudsdale and Las Pegasus too. But don’t worry, I got over half the Bolts down there doing their normal duties. Surprise, Wave Chill etc. Only a couple are up here to assist if necessary.”
“Oh,” Wallflower scratched her head with her hoof before setting down her plant in the corner, tall cactus next to a dark locked cupboard with bottles of various different liquids of all colors. “What’s that?”
“Alcohol,” Spitfire answered without turning from her spot as she stared out the window. “Some of the higher ups I meet like the colonel and a few royal guard captains like to drink during our meetings. Wind Rider is one such pony. He may not be a member anymore but he still likes to visit occasionally.”
“You’re friends with Wind Rider?” Twilight raised an eyebrow as Spitfire shrugged. Even Twilight knew who the stallion was. Wind Rider was one of the most well know Wonderbolts for setting many records. Spitfire herself had broken a lot of them.
“Friend is too strong of a word to be honest. I’d say acquaintance is more accurate and mentor. He taught me a lot. He was the Captain before me,” Spitfire explained and turned around to sit in her chair. “I kept it professional as I always do. It’s difficult being in charge.”
“Why? You seem to do it well,” Spike commented and Spitfire smiled slightly at him as she rubbed his head spikes with a hoof.
“Thanks buddy. It’s more complicated than you think. I have to be in charge of an entire team of fliers and occasionally have to pass out punishments. That usually includes yelling loudly to get the point across. I have to be strict with all of my teammates, no matter who they are to me. I’m harder on Blaze because she’s my sister.”
“So you just yell all day?” Spike asked curiously and Spitfire shook her head with a chuckle.
“No she doesn’t. Sunset has told me a few stories. A good leader knows when to raise her voice and when to be there for the ponies around her as a friend and moral support,” Twilight answered and Spitfire nodded in agreement.
“She’s right. Knowing when to be a boss and when to be a friend is a good skill to have. Someponies react to kinder words better than loud yelling. A good leader knows how to recognize that, analyze the situation and react accordingly. It’s what a lead pony does,” Spitfire explained to the dragon as she smiled again.
“And I take you were a lead pony?” Wallflower asked as she adjusted the cactus slightly as Spitfire laughed.
“Me? Oh hay no. I was a wing pony for Storm Clash,” Spitfire answered with a smirk. “He was a good pony. Miss him every day.”
The other three looked at each other as Spitfire sighed wistfully and stared at a picture on her desk of a stallion.
“There was a slight miscalculation in a stunt back when I was still a sergeant and he lost control, plummeted to the ground and well, you can figure out the rest. I originally tried to convince Blaze to not because that’s when she was talking about taking the exam. I really didn’t want the same to happen to her. Put a lot of things in perspective for me. I went overboard with being protective of her and Sunset for a few months after,” Spitfire picked up the picture and sighed again.
“You were really close I take it?” Wallflower asked and Spitfire nodded.
“Yeah you could say that. He was a good pony. Definitely didn’t deserve to go out that way but most ponies never do deserve to die how they do. At least he went out doing what he loved to do. I wasn’t there that day. I sprained my wing and was forced to sit it out. Who knows, maybe if I hadn’t been injured I coulda saved him. We will never know,” Spitfire put the picture back and stretched her forelegs out with a a yawn.
“I don’t think you should beat yourself up over it if it wasn’t your fault,” Spike commented and climbed into the chair next to her.
“I’m not. Just something I think about every now and again. Intrusive thoughts and all,” Spitfire answered and patted his head. “Thanks though little guy.”
“Anytime.”
The four sat in silence as Spitfire continued searching through her desk, the other three watching as she set down a few books and Twilight’s eyes lit up again.
“This is the complete history of the Wonderbolts. This is my personal copy so please be careful with it,” Spitfire warned and Spike laughed.
“This is Twilight we’re talking about. If she could marry books, she would,” Spike chimed in with a grin and Twilight shot him a look.
“I would not!”
“Would too.”
Spitfire and Wallflower both watched with bored expressions as the other two went back and forth before Wallflower coughed into a hoof.
“Are you two done yet?” Wallflower asked flatly.
“Yes,” Twilight answered with a blush. “Sorry. You were saying?”
“Nothing. We really need more plants in here,” Wallflower mused as she trotted slowly around the room.
“Why?” Spitfire asked with a sigh before pointing at the cactus. “And why in Equestria a cactus?”
“Because it’s like you.”
“I’m sorry?” Spitfire raised an eyebrow as Wallflower snorted.
“It’s like you,” Wallflower repeated and stood on her hind legs shakily to gesture at both Spitfire and the cactus. “Outside, it’s prickly like you can be. But cacti are surprisingly resilient and grow in harsh conditions. They can also live up to one hundred and seventy five years. Cactus’ also don’t grow their first arms until they are between seventy five and one hundred years old. So it suits you. Because you’re stern and scary on the outside while strong on the inside.”
“Huh,” Twilight mused as she stared at Spitfire thoughtfully. “She’s right.”
“It’s part of my special talent. I can automatically know what plant best suits a pony just by spending ten minutes with them. Like for example, a bonsai tree best suits Twilight. It represents peace, balance, harmony, and luck. They can also symbolize friendship, loyalty, love, and respect, and are often given as gifts to friends and family. It suits all six of us in a way,” Wallflower explained and crossed her forelegs with a shy smile. “And for High Winds, I’d give her a Strelitzia. It represents freedom and as a pegasus who can fly anytime she wants, it suits her well.”
“That’s actually cool,” Spike commented and Twilight rolled her eyes at the wide smile he gave Wallflower as Spitfire snickered behind a hoof. “What would you give me?”
“Hmm,” Wallflower tapped a hoof against her chin briefly. “Freesia. They are often considered a flower of trust and can be given to somepony to show that you trust them completely. But I’d probably give them to all my friends.”
“Oh.”
Twilight patted him on the head as Wallflower turned around and sighed as Spitfire raised an eyebrow.
“So you’re gonna finally be honest and tell us how you know those ponies down there?” Spitfire asked as Twilight’s eyes flicked between the two.
“What is she talking about?” Twilight asked and Wallflower rolled her eyes.
“I never really had many friends as a filly. Or well, any really. I had my sisters but that’s about it. Anywayyyy, I recognize those ponies from Ponyville. They used to be on Rainbow Dash’s weather team clearly. Raindrops, Cloudkicker, Merry May, Sprinkle Medley and White Lightning are really good at making it rain. Especially Raindrops,” Wallflower nervously tapped her hooves against Spitfire’s desk. “They are okay, I guess. I never really socialized in Ponyville. In all honesty, I usually just was invisible and stayed to myself. My sisters did everything for me really, like ordering at restaurants and such.”
“That sounds awful,” Twilight wrapped a hoof around Wallflower as Spitfire tapped a hoof on the desk before grinning widely that made Wallflower shudder internally. She didn’t necessarily want to know why she was smiling at her like that.
“I have a feeling you’re gonna be a great help. Tell me everything about them please.”
Wallflower eyed Spitfire before glancing at the clock and shrugging.
Wouldn’t hurt, Wallflower decided with a smile.
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The Wonderbolt Academy
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When at the Wonderbolt Academy, Raindrops is eager to try to achieve her dreams when she realizes the Academic isn't as easy as she expected.
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<p>After weeks of going over applications, the Wonderbolts open up their academy for the next four months, leaving Spitfire, Soarin and Fleetfoot to train the new cadets to work together. Being in charge of a bunch of cadets each trying to prove themselves is never easy.</p><p>Cover art is done by my friend.</p>
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2024-08-11T03:15:42+00:00
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2024-08-11T03:15:42+00:00
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Soarin trotted into a room where the other Wonderbolts excluding Spitfire and a few others were sitting around at. The room had a kitchen in the back half for whenever they had to cook for everypony, a table and a small tv with a couch.
“Alright everypony,” Soarin dropped onto the couch in between Silver Zoom and Lightning Streak watching a hoofball match on the small tv they had. “I got an idea.”
“No, we’re not getting an endless apple pie machine,” Misty Fly sighed as she turned the page of her newspaper with Surprise peering over her shoulder. “Did you guys know Princess Cel- Surprise, what are you doing?”
“I’m trying to see the comics!” Surprise shouted and flung her forelegs up as Misty sighed in defeat, rolled up the newspaper and hoofed it to the mare as Surprise squealed and bounced away.
“It’s not that,” Soarin shot a glare at Misty that she ignored. “And I’m not all that obsessed with apple pie.” He received a bunch of snorts and snickers as he blushed.
“There’s an apple pie flying by your head,” Misty said flatly as Soarin jumped and looked behind him as Silver Zoom and Lightning groaned.
“We’re trying to watch the game, dude!” Lightning snapped and flung his hooves up. “How the fuck did they mess up that pass, man?”
“I don’t know. It’s bull though.”
“Anyway, no it’s not that. This is gonna sound stupid but I’ve always wanted to own a bar,” Soarin tapped a hoof against his thigh as he received intrigued looks as Rapidfire rolled a hoof in a go on gesture. “You all know how I like talking to ponies and whatnot. We can be like a Wonderbolt bar. Hang out and stuff.”
“What’s the difference of us doing that at another bar like the one Wallflowers sister works at?” Lightning asked with his eyes still locked on the TV.
“Because I will own this one. And I was thinking of just co running it with two more of you,” Soarin answered and got some more curious looks. “Probably hire Fuchsia. Maybe Sunset too if she’s still looking.”
“She got a job at a sushi place after that whole kidnapping thing. Apparently Fuchsia put in a good word for her with one of her friends,” Fleetfoot answered as she set down a coffee cup. “As for the bar thing, I’m totally down to chip some bits into it.”
“Why don’t you jump on him already?” Wave Chill muttered and received a sharp elbow from a glaring Fleetfoot. “Ow.”
“Anypony else?” Soarin asked and looked around as Star Hunter looked away.
“Don’t look at me like that, Wave,” Misty grumbled as Wave Chill sighed. “I’m not into running a bar. I’ll drink there though.”
“Damn. I was hoping she’d let me chip in. Misty is usually good like that. Especially at-” Wave Chill started and was cut off by Misty’s harsh glare.
“If you like sleeping in a bed, you won’t finish that sentence,” Misty threatened him with narrowed eyes.
“I was going to say at helping her teammates, but go off.”
“You know what,” Blaze stood up and all eyes fell on her. “I’m in.”
“Blaze to the rescue,” Soarin commented with a smirk and Blaze blushed. “I already found a couples place down town we can use.”
“Just one question,” Sunchaser raised a hoof and Soarin gestured for her to continue. “Who’s gonna run it while we’re away?”
“Oh. Buck, I didn’t think of that.”
“Let me get this straight,” Fuchsia started with a bored expression as the earth pony laid down lazily on a blue couch with a foreleg flung over it and her hind legs crossed. “You want me to quit my paying bartender job, to come work at a
bar you and two other Wonderbolts are opening on the off chance it’ll be successful. And you also want me to run said bar in your absences if necessary.”
Soarin, Fleetfoot and Blaze all three looked at each as they sat in the other pony’s living room. Fuchsia had a scarily good poker face, so none of them could tell how she truly felt about the proposal.
“Well yeah,” Soarin answered and fidgeted in his chair. “It’s always been a dream of mine. You’ll get manager pay for running it while we’re-”
“I’m game,” Fuchsia cut him off quickly and he raised an eyebrow. “My job is kinda shitty recently anyway.”
“That was fast,” Fleetfoot noted. “Was it the offer of more money or-?”
Blaze whapped her upside the head with a wing as Soarin frowned at Fleetfoot and shook his head.
“Partially,” Fuchsia answered flatly and narrowed her eyes. “Okay, mostly. I don’t know how it is for you rich airheads who never really have to worry about money issues or wondering when your next meal is or worrying if you or your baby sister are gonna be kicked out because your check was shit and couldn’t make rent, but I do. Most of us in this town and around Equestria do. Must be nice to never have to truly worry about anything in your perfect little life, you entitled, rich, stuck up little sh-”
“She’s sorry,” Blaze cut her off as the three Wonderbolts grew increasingly nervous of the angry mare in front of them. “She’s an idiot sometimes.”
Fuchsia silently stared Fleetfoot down as the pegasus stared back, Soarin and Blaze both nervously clearing their throats.
“First off, my mom was a prostitute to make money to get me school supplies. Dad was a gang member and drug dealer to help make ends meet. My life was and is far from perfect,” Fleetfoot sneered and stood up. “I’m leaving. I’m still on board for this bar thing. I’ll leave you three to decide.”
Fleetfoot trotted out of the small house that had a leak in the ceiling that Fuchsia had tried (and failed) to fix herself. There were various stains on the walls that Soarin suspected to be water damage. The door slammed shut as the three sat in silence.
“I may have pushed her a bit far,” Fuchsia broke the silence and stood up.
“A bit,” Soarin admitted as the two watched Fuchsia come back with three glasses of water balanced on a tray on her back. “Do you want-”
“I don’t want help. I’m independent and you’re my guests. So you will sit there,” Fuchsia pointed a hoof at the couch before kneeling in front of the two.
“I should go find Fleetfoot. We both know how destructive she gets when she gets mad,” Blaze said nervously and glanced at the door. “She’s reckless at times like this. I’ll be back and if not, I’ll catch up later on in the week.”
“Yeahhhh,” Soarin trailed off worriedly and rubbed his head with a hoof. “I’ll do this and catch up.”
Blaze gave Fuchsia a nod of acknowledgement before taking off after the turquoise mare, shutting the door gently behind her.
“So uh,” Soarin started and looked around the cramped room. “This is a nice place.”
“Thanks. I try,” Fuchsia sighed and looked down with an uncomfortable expression. “I’d like it to be better but-”
“Money issues. I don’t believe in judging ponies for anything. Fleetfoot doesn’t either but she uh isn’t fond of ponies assuming stuff about her,” Soarin watched Fuchsia curiously. “And nor are you clearly. But you’re a decent bartender. We will look after you, I promise.”
Fuchsia looked away as she bit her lip. The last time she had heard that was back in Ponyville before she left.
“I don’t know about that. I’ve heard that line before Soarin,” Fuchsia growled slightly as she moved slightly on her old couch and the stallion sat unphased.
“Whoever said it to you isn’t me. I keep my promises, no matter what. Just give this a chance. Sure, you both were out of line but things happen. You game still?” Soarin hopefully held out a hoof and Fuchsia eyed it warily. “Wallflower spoke fondly of you. Says you’re a damn good sister and pony, just prickly and a bit rough around the edges. And the few times I’ve ordered drinks from you, you’ve proven you know your way around a bar.”
Fuchsia inhaled before giving a small, grateful smile and bumped her hoof against his.
“I’m game.”
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Main 6,Original Character,Raindrops,Spitfire,Sunset Shimmer,Alternate Universe,Drama,Random,Slice of Life,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Profanity
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The Wonderbolt Academy
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When at the Wonderbolt Academy, Raindrops is eager to try to achieve her dreams when she realizes the Academic isn't as easy as she expected.
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incomplete
| 15 | 3 |
<p>After weeks of going over applications, the Wonderbolts open up their academy for the next four months, leaving Spitfire, Soarin and Fleetfoot to train the new cadets to work together. Being in charge of a bunch of cadets each trying to prove themselves is never easy.</p><p>Cover art is done by my friend.</p>
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teen
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2024-08-12T04:05:44+00:00
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2024-08-12T04:05:43+00:00
| 120 |
Blaze tore through the sky after Fleetfoot as the turquoise mare slammed her hind legs into a cloud, watching in slight satisfaction as it dissipated from sight.
“Fleetfoot!” Blaze panted and dropped down onto another cloud the other pony was preparing to buck into oblivion.
“Blaze? What are you doing here?” Fleetfoot gave her a confused look as she hovered with a raised eyebrow.
“Well, I was chasing you. You can get pretty damn destructive when mad after all. Especially when you’re alone so,” Blaze answered and pointed a hoof to some nearby weather ponies glaring at the two. “And you also kinda pissed off the weather team.”
“Oops,” Fleetfoot shrugged though she didn’t necessarily sound very sorry. “That fucking bitch.”
“Careful,” Blaze warned as Fleetfoot sat down on the cloud next to her. “That’s Wallflowers sister. You could hurt Wallflowers feelings and then Captain Spitfire would be on your flank faster than you can say onomatopoeia.” Fleetfoot gave her a confused look and Blaze sighed.
“Onomawhat?” Fleetfoot asked and Blaze dragged a hoof down her face in frustration.
“That’s irrelevant right now. I’ll give you a dictionary for your birthday or something.”
“That was last month. You got me a new hat.”
“Oh right,” Blaze blushed and rubbed her thigh with a hoof. “Well, there’s always Hearths Warming.” Fleetfoot hummed in response and glanced down at a river that some ponies were fishing at.
“I hate when ponies assume shit about me. Especially when they start to assume stuff about how I had an easy life or whatever. Soarin can verify, I spent most time as a filly at his house when mom had her uh, customers over at home. You’re a bit too young probably to remember how often I was at your house as a kid,” Fleetfoot flopped on her back and lazily started playing with some of the cloud as she started molding it into random shapes.
“I remember bits and pieces. Nothing too crazy. I mainly remember Lyra being over to play with Sunset.”
Blaze vividly remembered all the times Sunset and Lyra ran around Canterlot, raising all sorts of hell whenever and wherever they could. If she was being honest, it got worse once the two were adults and could go to bars. The two always seemed to egg each other on to do more crazier things than the last.
“I’m calmish now I think,” Fleetfoot interrupted Blaze’s internal musings. “Ish.”
“Hm,” Blaze muttered, clearly unconvinced as she watched her like a hawk. “Are you sure? I still remember the Manehatten incident like it was yesterday. You’re still banned from the Crystaller building for what you did.”
“Yeahhhhh,” Fleetfoot rubbed the back of her head sheepishly. Apparently having a spitting competition with Surprise from the top floor of said building was generally frowned upon. She still claims she won that competition to this day. “So what do you think of her?”
“Who, Fuchsia? She’s certainly unique and has a personality, that’s for sure. But she does know her way around a bar. And Soarin clearly likes her,” Blaze answered and started preening her wings absentmindedly as Fleetfoots face fell.
“O-oh. I see,” Fleetfoot turned away and sighed, kicking her cloud sculpture aside. “I’m done talking. Can we please just go somewhere else? Preferably to get absolutely shit faced.”
“Not tonight. You have to get the recruits up early for a early morning flight, remember?” Blaze reminded her and a Fleetfoot groaned before grinning wickedly. “Oh boy, you’re thinking of something.”
“Eeyup!”
Raindrops slept quietly in her bed, Dizzy’s quiet breathing the only sound in the dark room as they each slept soundly with a foreleg draped over each other. They hadn’t necessarily cared what bed they fell asleep in, opting for the first bed they saw.
Spitfire had been particularly hard on the recruits the previous day and the two pegasus both were exhausted from the exertion.
“Everypony up!” Fleetfoot pounded on the door and the two shot up before blushing as they realized how bad this would look of any of the others walked in. “And on the training grounds in uniform.”
“What time is it?” Dizzy rubbed her eyes as she and Raindrops hastily untangled themselves, the jasmine mare looking at the clock.
“Three forty five am,” Raindrops answered with a yawn and quickly flew to her own bed, messing up her bed and tilting the pillow to the side as Dizzy gave her a confused look. “So it looks like we slept separately. I’m straight, by the way.”
“Same. I sleep with my friends all the time. It’s cool,” Dizzy said dismissively and her eyes widened and she blushed as Raindrops started snickering. “N-not like that! That came out poorly!”
“I’d say so,” Raindrops chuckled as she and Dizzy started pulling their uniforms on as Dizzy hung her goggles around her neck.
“Dropsy. Your goggles,” Dizzy pointed and Raindrops paused before grabbing them.
“Thanks Dizz.”Raindrops slept quietly in her bed, Dizzy’s quiet breathing the only sound in the dark room as they each slept soundly with a foreleg draped over each other. They hadn’t necessarily cared what bed they fell asleep in, opting for the first bed they saw.
Spitfire had been particularly hard on the recruits the previous day and the two pegasus both were exhausted from the exertion.
“Everypony up!” Fleetfoot pounded on the door and the two shot up before blushing as they realized how bad this would look if any of the others walked in. “And on the training grounds in uniform.”
“What time is it?” Dizzy rubbed her eyes as she and Raindrops hastily untangled themselves, the jasmine mare looking at the clock.
“Three forty five am,” Raindrops answered with a yawn and quickly flew to her own bed, messing up her bed and tilting the pillow to the side as Dizzy gave her a confused look. “So it looks like we slept separately. I’m straight, by the way.”
“Same. I sleep with my friends all the time. It’s cool,” Dizzy said dismissively and her eyes widened and she blushed as Raindrops started snickering. “N-not like that! That came out poorly!”
“I’d say so,” Raindrops chuckled as she and Dizzy started pulling their uniforms on as Dizzy hung her goggles around her neck.
“Dropsy. Your goggles,” Dizzy pointed at a nightstand and Raindrops paused before grabbing them.
“Thanks Dizz.”
The two stumbled to the door after verifying both had their uniforms on straight and Dizzy flung the door open before the two galloped around some other recruits.
Fleetfoot seemed to have been in a poor mood all day and none of them really wanted to test her.
“Look who’s here early,” Fleetfoot gave them dirty looks as Raindrops and Dizzy both stood outside as Fleetfoot approached them with a bored expression. “What are you, a couple of over achievers?”
“No ma’am,” Raindrops answered and forced her legs to stay still as Fleetfoot stood a few feet away from her muzzle glaring at her. “Ma’am?”
“I hope you two know I’m really rooting for you. You two are easily a powerhouse together. Don’t expect me to be easy on either of you just because I like you two. I’m gonna be harder on you because of it,” Fleetfoot stepped back slightly as she watched the two give each other stunned looks.
“I guess we will see if we can handle it,” Dizzy declared and Fleetfoot gave a dry chuckle.
“I guess we, Cadet. I’m gonna ride you two hard as fuck so don’t expect any favoritism,” Fleetfoot warned with a emotionless expression. “And no fucking each other in my dorms. I know you two slept in the same bed because I saw through your window. I don’t care if you two date, just don’t get caught.”
“We weren’t doing that,” Dizzy mumbled with a red face as she kicked at the ground. “We’re just friends. Ma’am.”
“Sureeee,” Fleetfoot drawled with a grin as they both blushed harder. “And I’m Starswirl the bearded.”
“I swear, we weren’t!”
Fleetfoot opened her mouth to fire back a witty retort mixed with her usual attitude and dirty humor as the sounds of other ponies trotting over made her gulp.
“I don’t give a flying fuck, Cadets!” Fleetfoot shouted and the two jumped back. “You two will be doing laps if you give me that shit again, clear?”
“Yes ma’am!” Raindrops and Dizzy shouted in unison as a few other recruits snickered and Fleetfoot shot them dirty looks before winking at Dizzy and Raindrops.
“Did I give you all permission to laugh? I don’t recall saying so. You’re all lucky you’re gonna be flying with me for a evening flight or else you’d all be doing laps for that outburst, Cadet Sunny Storm,” Fleetfoot glared harshly at the stallion. “Where I go, you go. I dive, you dive. Time to impress me. If you can even keep up.”
“That was a bit weird,” Raindrops commented as she took off after Fleetfoot and glanced at Dizzy. “Right?”
“Right,” Dizzy confirmed with a nod. “Really weird. Why would she even tell us that?”
“Probably her weird way of encouraging us to keep going? These Wonderbolts are a bit weird in their own way,” Raindrops suggested as she and the others went into a dive to follow Fleetfoot. Raindrops hadn’t entirely expected the mare to be as fast as she was. “But now I’m worried. She’s pretty much gonna be actively singling us out now.”
Dizzy’s eyes widened as she gulped. She hadn’t even thought of that. If she wasn’t as tired as she was, maybe she would have. But not at almost four am.
“What have I gotten myself into? I heard after this, we’re being assigned to groups based on where we came from to go on patrol around that town. Maybe you’ll run into Wallflower,” Dizzy suggested and Raindrops shrugged.
“I hope so. Derpy did give me a letter to the mare. She and Wallflower are best friends. I don’t know why Wallflower up and left so fast. All of Ponyville liked her, especially Roseluck and the flower sisters. It’s just all so confusing to me.”
“Same. But I bet we can get some answers if we find her.”
Raindrops did a barrel roll as she copied Fleetfoot, internally hoping Dizzy was right.
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The Wonderbolt Academy
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When at the Wonderbolt Academy, Raindrops is eager to try to achieve her dreams when she realizes the Academic isn't as easy as she expected.
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<p>After weeks of going over applications, the Wonderbolts open up their academy for the next four months, leaving Spitfire, Soarin and Fleetfoot to train the new cadets to work together. Being in charge of a bunch of cadets each trying to prove themselves is never easy.</p><p>Cover art is done by my friend.</p>
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teen
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2024-08-14T04:59:17+00:00
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2024-08-14T04:59:17+00:00
| 122 |
Wallflower started her morning how she always did: Wake up, use bathroom, feed Rufus, water plants, do her normal yoga workout in the garden as she listened to her loud rock music her neighbors hated with a passion.
“Easy boy,” Wallflower giggled as Rufus stood on his hind to lick her cheek. “I love you too. Good puppo.”
Rufus was a brown Germane shepherd with white spots and brown eyes. He was pretty close to Wallflowers height and the only she suspected the only reason she didn’t fall over when he jumped up on her was her earth pony strength keeping her in place.
“The back door is open. I gotta go to work,” Wallflower continued rubbing his head with a hoof and stifled a laugh as his tongue hung out and he started kicking his hindleg. “And remember, don’t hurt anypony who breaks in too bad. If they chose to at least. If they go after our plants, show no mercy.”
“Woof!”
“That’s right, woof!” Wallflower giggled and kissed his forehead again. “Stay out of trouble.”
“Woof!”
“Woof woof,” Wallflower muttered under her breath and trotted outside as the door shut behind her. “Oh boy.”
She ducked as Surprise flew over head, crashing into a tree as Wallflower uncovered her head to stare at the mare currently trying to untangle herself from the branches.
“Surprise!” Surprise snickered and Wallflower continued to stare. “You’ve really gotten good at this game of knowing when I’m coming. I’m gonna have to change things up.”
“I heard your screaming first. How are you?”
“Good except I’m stuck in a tree, you?” Surprise answered as Wallflower trotted to the back of her house. “Hey, where are you going? Don’t leave me here!”
Wallflower ignored the protesting mare as she lifted up the ladder she held on the side of her house and carried it back to Surprise.
“Oh. I see.”
Wallflower hummed as she leaned the ladder against the tree trunk, inhaling nervously as she laid a hoof on the first step before she started pulling herself up it.
“How did you even get this stuck?” Wallflower grumbled as she started tugging on one of Surprise’s hindlegs. “It wasn’t this bad when I left. It was only like, five seconds.”
“Stop! You’re gonna break my wing!” Surprise yelped and Wallflower froze. “Can you get Twilight or something? Sunset, Watermelody?”
“It’ll take too long. Try breaking some of the branches- woah!” Wallflower screamed as she fell off the ladder.
“Wallflower? You okay?” Surprise asked and tried to look back down at her.
“She’s good.” Wallflower stared up with wide eyes at the pegasi as Raindrops and Sassaflash caught her before she hit the ground. “I’m not even gonna bother asking how she got in the tree. Uh, hey Wallflower.”
“Raindrops,” Wallflower muttered and spun part of her mane around her hoof as she looked behind Raindrops and Sassaflash to see Cloudkicker, White Lightning, Sprinkle Medley, Parasol, Merry May and Dizzy Twister in blue and yellow uniforms with a few stallions. “H-hi?”
“Aren’t you all supposed to be on patrol?” Surprise gave them flat looks as Sprinkle Medley and Merry May started untangling her wings. “And not harassing an element of harmony?”
“Element of what?” Parasol asked and jumped as Rufus jumped against Wallflowers door as the dog snarled at them. “Waaah!”
“Cute dog,” White Lightning grinned at the angry dog and Rufus growled at her. “I love me some Germane shepherds. Who’s a good boy?”
Wallflower watched with a surprised expression as her dog quit barking. The only ponies her dog responded to were the elements, Fuchsia, her sisters and the Wonderbolts. He didn’t necessarily like strangers.
“Can I uhm help you?” Wallflower asked finally as Raindrops and the others all looked at each other.
“We uh we were looking for you actually,” Dizzy Twister answered with a small smile. “We all remember you from Ponyville and uh we wanted to invite you out to dinner with us. Catch up and all.”
Wallflower looked surprised again as she glanced at Surprise. The white pegasus gave her an encouraging nod with a grin. Wallflower hadn’t really expected this conversation when she woke up today.
“You can bring a friend too if you want. I know you’re not the most outgoing pony,” Merry May added as the green mare brushed her mane with a hoof.
“Sure,” Wallflower answered finally and shifted her weight as Surprise gave her a proud smile. “Uhm where and when?”
“I’ll put in a word with Captain Spitfire. She likes me well enough,” Surprise added as she spit out a leaf. “Thanks for getting me out rookies.”
“Anytime ma’am,” Cloudkicker saluted her before turning to Wallflower. “You know this place better than us. You can pick. Is Fuchsia around still?”
“Mhm. She’s with Fleetfoot, Soarin and Blaze hammering out details about the bar they’re opening,” Wallflower answered dismissively and waved a hoof. “Uhm, we can meet at the Fish Shack. I’m not entirely fond of fish but you’re all pegasi so.”
“Nah, go to Pizza Slut,” Surprise chimed in and received a bunch of confused looks. “What?”
“Never thought I’d hear my superior officer say slut,” Parasol mumbled with a blush. “And I’m fairly certain they changed the name to Pizza King because of the name.”
“Oh. Anyway, go there. They have fish pizza,” Surprise wiped some drool off her mouth.
“Can you come with me?” Wallflower asked as she faced the white mare. “I don’t really want to be alone. I was gonna ask Watermelody too.”
“Yeah sure,” Surprise shrugged and fluttered her wings for a few moments. “You all should probably get back to work. Believe me when I say Spitfire will not be happy with you all if you don’t.”
The other pegasi paled and took off down the street excluding Raindrops and Dizzy as the jasmine pegasus pulled a letter out of her pocket and held it out to Wallflower.
“It’s from Derpy. She asked me to give it to you if I ever saw you here. I didn’t read it but she does miss you a lot,” Raindrops smiled slightly as Wallflower took it and she gave a nod before flying away with Dizzy.
Wallflower bit it and ripped the envelope open as she pulled the letter out, unfolding it as she scanned the paper.
Dear Wallflower,
Hopefully Dropsy managed to get you this. I would have mailed it directly to you, but I don’t have your address. Mine is on the front of the envelope and at the bottom of the letter so we can write each other. I miss you a lot. Dinky and Amethyst do too. Dinky was asking about when Aunt Wallflower would be coming for a visit. You should come over soon.
I hope your doing well. Lyra told me she got a letter from one of her classmates talking about you. Something about how you helped save the world? We definitely gotta talk about that at some point. I heard you’re something called an element of harmony? I think that’s what Lyra said her friend called them.
Work is fairly well. Oh! Roseluck was asking about you last week. We gotta talk about them too. Cheerilee is doing well as is Berry, Cherry and Ruby. They said they missed you and Fuchsia a lot. Time Turner is going crazy trying new inventions in his lab. I’m writing this at work so I gotta quit this one fairly short. I hope to see you soon.
Love, Derpy. (And Dinky because she wanted to say bye.)
Wallflower finished reading and smiled slightly as she hugged the letter to her chest. She secretly felt like an idiot for completely forgetting to give Derpy her address. Some friend I am, Wallflower thought to herself as she internally cursed herself out.
She internally made a reminder to write a letter when she got home after she seached for Watermelody.
“Are you asking me out on a date or what is this?” Watermelody asked as she shoved some bits into her bag as she flipped her sign to closed. “I’m flattered, but I don’t swing that way Wallie.”
Wallflower spit out her water she had brought and Watermelody burst out laughing as Wallflower turned a bright red.
“It’s not like that. I mean, you’re attractive and all but I’m straight so,” Wallflower crossed her legs and Watermelody grinned again.
“Oh believe me, I know all about that. With your looks, I bet you got all the ponies lining up at your door,” Watermelody nudged her fellow earth pony and winked. “Been there, done that. And them, of course.”
“Oh my Celestia,” Wallflower hid her face and Watermelody laughed before flinging a foreleg around Wallflower.
“So what’s up?” Watermelody asked and Wallflower shifted to look up at the sky. “Let’s go sit down. Feel like we might need it.”
Watermelody continued nudging Wallflower towards a bench before she flung herself onto it, pausing to adjust her beret.
“So what’s going on? You’re normally a bit more talkative around me,” Watermelody pointed out as Wallflower wrapped her tail around herself.
“So some ponies from Ponyville are here. They’re becoming Wonderbolts.”
“Right,” Watermelody nodded as she glanced up at the clouds. “I’ve been seeing a lot more of them around recently.”
“Right. And uh, they asked me to go to dinner with them because they know me.”
“I see,” Watermelody said as she rested her hooves in her lap. “You gonna go?”
“I don’t know. My history in Ponyville was complicated to say the least. Felt like I was always invisible so to speak. Most ponies never saw me other than my sisters and Derpy. But now that I have actual friends, more ponies have been seeing me. It’s awkward to be honest,” Wallflower and tilted her head to look at Watermelody. “I was going to ask you to come with me. Fuchsia and Surprise will be there but I kinda wanted you to be with me.”
“Really?”
Wallflower nodded as Watermelody stared at her. Wallflower was probably the pony Watermelody had spent the least amount of time with. Watermelody was more outgoing and dramatic whereas Wallflower was much more reserved than Watermelody ever would be.
“Yeah sure. Just tell me when and where. If you start to feel uncomfortable, we can always leave I suppose. I thought you didn’t like me much because of how different we are,” Watermelody admitted and Wallflower gave her a confused look.
“No. You’re my friend. I just don’t really know how to go about talking to you to be honest. You have a lot of varied hobbies,” Wallflower answered and Watermelody nodded. Watermelody probably had the most varied interests outside of all the Elements. From theater to painting to napping. “I’m sorry.”
“What for?”
“Uh for making you think we weren’t friends. Isn’t apologizing what good friends do?” Wallflower asked and Watermelody burst out laughing before nodding.
“Yeah it is. You got nothing to apologize for. I’ll probably be utterly smashed by the end of the night so if you could take me home, that’d be greatly appreciated.”
Wallflower gave a subtle smile her way. She had heard all about how Watermelody liked to get drunk. She was there when Twilight had mentioned how Watermelody had kissed her, after all. She’d be lying if she still didn’t find it funny.
“Anyway it’s gonna be at Pizza King. I can come get you so you don’t gotta walk alone.”
Watermelody gave a nod. She was originally planning on saying she could walk herself but she decided not to. She assumed it was just Wallflower stalling. She liked walking with other ponies so she had no problem with that idea.
Wallflower sat quietly with Watermelody, Fuchsia and Surprise crammed next to her in a small booth as the ponies she had meet in the day sat in front of her. Watermelody and Surprise had done the most talking for her, which she was immensely grateful for.
“So Wallflower straight up started beating her with a whole stick just for destroying her garden. And she’s the Element of Kindness!” Watermelody laughed and flung a foreleg around her. “That right there told me to never fuck with Wallflower. Especially not her garden.”
Wallflower blushed as she received a bunch of stunned looks.
“So we have you both to thank for saving the world really. I remember that day. Hell, I spent half of the time searching for a royal guard to report to,” Cloudkicker chuckled and dangled a piece of pizza above her open mouth. “I always did wonder what happened after. I didn’t entirely expect a whole new princess to come out of that.”
“None of us did,” Fuchsia commented and eyed them suspiciously. “How’s Berry, Cherry, Cheerilee and Ruby doing?”
“They are all doing good. They miss both of you obviously. They’re always talking about you. News about the elements haven’t really reached all of Equestria. The only reason they said they were proud of you is because Derpy told them about what happened apparently,” Sassaflash swallowed her pizza and smiled slightly. “You are all they talked about after it. Roseluck and her sisters are too.”
“Why would Roseluck care?” Fuchsia cut in with a confused frown. “She doesn’t even really know us.”
“Talk to Derpy. She and Time Turner want to tell you themselves,” Raindrops answered after a moment of silence. “It wouldn’t be right for us to tell you.”
Fuchsia examined the jasmine mare with an unreadable expression long enough to make the mare to start sweating nervously. Fuchsia always made Raindrops slightly uncomfortable, as if she knew everything about you even if you didn’t know she knew.
“Okay,” Fuchsia relented her stare and relaxed slightly. “We have been planning on a trip back recently.”
“Can I come?” Watermelody asked hopefully as she set down her seventh beer. Or eighth. She had long since last track of how many she’s had.
“Up to Fuchsia,” Wallflower looked at her older sister who gave a brief nod.
“I wanted to invite all of my sisters friends but I’m not well liked. I was going to let her bring up the topic,” Fuchsia explained and Watermelody yawned before leaning against Wallflower.
“Oh this is cool. I get to see Pinkie Pie! Yippie!” Surprise cheered and the table jumped slightly. “Best cousin reunion ever!”
“Oh boy. Now we have a flying version of Pinkie Pie,” Dizzy mumbled under her breath as the others all laughed. Truly a terrifying thought if she was being honest.
“Eeyup!” Surprise giggled as she popped up from under the table and booped her on the nose, causing her eyes to cross.
“You okay?” Watermelody asked quietly in Wallflowers ear. “Let us know if they get annoying and I’ll put them in their place.”
“Thanks Water. You’re a pretty good element of loyalty,” Wallflower smiled at her and Watermelody blushed as she rubbed the back of her head.
“You’re making me blush,” Watermelody muttered and Wallflower gave a quiet laugh behind a hoof. “I try to be.”
Wallflower playfully nuzzled the mare as Watermelody continued to blush a pink color, ignoring the others watching.
Maybe High Winds made a mistake the other day teaching Wallflower how to flirt, Watermelody thought to herself.
Watermelody took another sip of her beet before slamming face first into the table and passed out.
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The Wonderbolt Academy
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When at the Wonderbolt Academy, Raindrops is eager to try to achieve her dreams when she realizes the Academic isn't as easy as she expected.
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<p>After weeks of going over applications, the Wonderbolts open up their academy for the next four months, leaving Spitfire, Soarin and Fleetfoot to train the new cadets to work together. Being in charge of a bunch of cadets each trying to prove themselves is never easy.</p><p>Cover art is done by my friend.</p>
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2024-08-17T04:08:21+00:00
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2024-08-17T04:08:21+00:00
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Watermelody groaned quietly and smacked her dry lips together as a wet tongue started to lick her cheek as she forced her eyes open, wincing at the sunlight coming through the pale green curtains.
She stared at a large Germane Shepherds brown eyes staring back at her curiously before licking her again.
“What in Celestia’s name?” Watermelody mumbled and pushed herself back. She slowly realized the blankets above her followed by a soft pillow under her head. “Where am I?”
“My house,” Wallflower answered with a small smile from a chair across from her. “Good morning.”
“Good morning. Now how did I end up here exactly?” Watermelody asked and pushed down vomit as she locked eyes with the dog. “I woke up with him licking my face. I didn’t fu-”
“No, not at all!” Wallflower waved her forelegs around in front of her a bright red face. “Nothing like that. Rufus is fixed so even if you did nothing would happen except me being really, really mad at you. I don’t even know why you’d do that with a dog in the first place.”
“I never would!” Watermelody shot back and turned green at the mere thought. “Can we please change the topic? To literally anything else.”
“Gladly. Well, you got really drunk and drank Surprise under the table. Honestly, you could probably rival my sister in a drinking competition though I don’t it. Berry Punch has a strong liver and stomach. Anyway, you passed out on the table and I carried you home with White Lightning and Raindrops. Sassaflash and Dizzy took Surprise to her place,” Wallflower explained and Watermelody grimaced.
That explains my pounding head.
“Do you want some water?” Wallflower asked as Watermelody sat up with a groan. “I take that as a yes. Be right back.”
Wallflower exited the room as Watermelody stared at the ceiling before closing her eyes, the pounding in her head making her internally regret challenging Surprise to a drinking competition.
“Hey,” Wallflower nudged her after setting down the glass and some pills. “It’s been ten minutes. Wake wakey.”
“Urghhh,” Watermelody groaned and sat up again. “Thanks Wallie.”
“Anytime. So uh,” Wallflower laid on the cool hardwood floors on her stomach and stretched out. “Other than go to plays and paint, what do you like to do?”
“I usually just hit up the clubs,” Watermelody tapped a hoof against her chin before she downed the water and pills. “Being an artist isn’t glamorous as many think. It doesn’t make a lot of bits. I very briefly danced in a club to help make some money to get along in my art career.”
“Really?” Wallflower gave her a skeptical look. She didn’t really pay attention to papers or well, anything really outside her friends and her plants but she did know Watermelody’s parents names. They were quite well known in the Manehatten stock markets, after all. Most ponies didn’t get far in Manehatten without having interacted with them at least once. “I’ve heard of your parents. Couldn’t you have just borrowed bits from them?”
“My Ma and Pa are unique ponies. They never really approved of my art career,” Watermelody admitted and looked away with a sad smile before holding up a hoof to stall Wallflower from speaking. “Don’t get me wrong, they love me and I love them. They gave me everything as a filly I’d need to succeed as an adult. Good education and stuff. They still send me letters all the time and I send them letters back. They wanted me to follow in their hoofsteps and well, being a stock broker wasn’t me. Hell, you see my cutie mark. It’s a music note. That’s not related to being a stock broker.”
“Well, yeah. My mom wasn’t really a good pony herself,” Wallflower commented and closed her eyes briefly. “She was annoying to say the least. She pretty much was always out with different stallions or mares often leaving us at home to fend for ourselves. Cherry and Cheerilee looked out for me and Berry a lot.”
“I wish I could relate. At least you had them, right?” Watermelody offered weakly as she flattened her ears against her head.
“I guess.”
“So uh do you like to sing? I love singing,” Watermelody smiled weakly. She didn’t necessarily want to make the other mare feel awkward, especially considering the family topic was tense.
“Sometimes when I’m alone. Singing is okay. I don’t think I’m too good at it in all honesty,” Wallflower admitted as Watermelody gave her a doubtful look.
“Well, sing me a song. I’ll be the judge. It’ll be like one of those shows we always hear about, ya know?”
“Sorry but no. Maybe another time when I’m not super worried about ponies outside hearing. Some came knocking on my door before and tried to hire me for some school as a teacher. Obviously, I ran away.”
“From your own house?” Watermelody pointed out with a raised eyebrow as Wallflower blushed before nodding. “Why didn’t you just run inside instead of away?”
“Ya know, I don’t know.”
“Mind if I stay for a bit?”
Wallflower paused for a moment and smiled finally.
“I’d like that.”
“This,” Spitfire proclaimed and waved a hoof at the machine in front of the assembled pegasi. “Is called the Dizzatron. It’s goal is to get you very, very dizzy. After fifteen seconds, you’ll be released from the safety belt inside and sent twirling through out the sky. Your job is to regain control and land back here. If you don’t regain, we have two ponies with clouds to catch you.”
Parasol looked at it nervously and gulped as Spitfire walked down the row of ponies, eyeing them each before pausing and staring at her.
“You. Get in the Dizzatron,” Spitfire ordered and pointed a hoof as Parasol looked past her nervously. “Now!”
Parasol gulped again and fluttered over to it as Fleetfoot helped her in.
“You’ll be fine. If you don’t regain control, Lightning and Fire Streak will catch you, okay?” Fleetfoot said casually and adjusted the other mare briefly. “Now just sit there. It’s enchanted to release when the lever is pulled, okay?”
“Did you do this?” Parasol asked and looked down at the ground.
“Yeah we all did. Sunchaser currently holds the academy record for it. Now good luck,” Fleetfoot winked and flew back to join Spitfire. “She’s good.”
Spitfire nodded and gave Twilight a nod as the unicorn pulled a lever. She had spent hours reading the instruction manuel. It was pretty straight forward. Parasol spun around in a circle as she resisted the urge to vomit.
“Release!”
Twilight’s magic pulled the lever at Spitfire’s orders as Parasol launched out and went spinning as Spitfire watched intently as the pale yellow mare recovered and landed in front of her stumbling.
“Nice work. Twenty five seconds,” Spitfire glanced at her stop watch. “Go stand next to Fleetfoot.”
Parasol hid her grin as she joined the turquoise mare as Spitfire pointed at Merry May.
“Next!”
Raindrops and Dizzy watched as each pegasus got chosen before them as they each either came to a stop on their hooves and slammed onto the ground, a few occasionally landing in the safety net.
“Raindrops, you’re up!” Spitfire called out and the jasmine mare bumped hooves with Dizzy before flying with Fleetfoot to the machine and getting pushed inside.
“Oh sweet Celestia,” Raindrops whispered and held on as she started spinning around.
“Release!”
Raindrops went flying head over hooves and stopped after a few turns, flying back down and sliding around as she tried to stop in front of Spitfire.
“Landing was shit but you did well. Work on your landing more,” Spitfire glanced at her. “Fifteen seconds. Not bad. Dizzy, get up there. You’re the last one.”
Raindrops turned to watch with her friend with a smile. If anypony could do well at this, it was her. Dizzy held onto the metal bar and started spinning around as the group watched.
Raindrops was starting to get Dizzy just watching as Spitfire ordered her to be released and Dizzy went flying.
“Oh shit,” Spitfire whispered as Dizzy hastily spread her wings as the mare screamed and started to plummet. “Dizzy! Hang on!”
Spitfire took off and jumped slightly at the yellow blur past her as she and Fleetfoot both stared with wide eyes.
“Was that Raindrops?” Fleetfoot asked as the mare caught Dizzy with the two behind her followed by some other Ponyville ponies.
“Looked like it. She’s never been that fast before.”
Raindrops stared at Dizzy as the two landed and Fleetfoot gave the orange mare a worried look.
“Broken wing it looks like,” Merry May noted as she examined the wing hanging limply. “Probably from when she smacked it on the machine. Her trying to fly is what did it in.”
“Shut that stupid thing down,” Spitfire snapped at Fleetfoot and Twilight. “Nopony has ever been hurt like this by it. I don’t want it used till we figure out why it happened now.”
“Yes ma’am!” Fleetfoot saluted hastily.
“Have Twilight look at it. She’s smart. And somepony take Dizzy to medical please,” Spitfire jerked her head to the looming white building.
“Am I getting out?” Dizzy asked worriedly as Raindrops shifted to place her on her back.
“No you’re not,” Spitfire answered and hung her sunglasses around her neck. “Once you’re cleared in medical, you’ll be helping me do paperwork and cooking if they let you. Nice save Raindrops.”
“Thanks. She’d have done it for me,” Raindrops blushed slightly and nuzzled her friend. “You’re way strong than me Dizz.”
“Is Raindrops getting kicked out? She has no wing pony. I don’t want her screwed over because my injury,” Dizzy scoffed and Spitfire frowned with Twilight.
“I’ll give you a temporary replacement. You’ll be with Whiplash till Dizzy here recovers. Everything you do to help me will be counted as training,” Spitfire patted Dizzy with a hoof. “Focus on healing. Use this as a lesson. Even Wonderbolts get hurt.”
“Yes ma’am!” Dizzy nodded and tried to salute as Spitfire shook her head and pointed at her wing sternly. “Oh. Right.”
Spitfire watched Raindrops and Merry May walk away with Dizzy wincing as Spitfire glanced at Twilight with a worried expression.
“We gotta figure out why that happened. Only a few ponies have been hurt on the Dizzatron and it’s not something I like to have happen. Especially on my watch.”
“Agreed,” Twilight shifted her weight nervously and glanced back at Fleetfoot and another Wonderbolt covering the Dizzatron with a tarp and a red x mark on it. “Glad she wasn’t killed.”
“Me too,” Spitfire exhaled. “Me too.”
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Main 6,Original Character,Raindrops,Spitfire,Sunset Shimmer,Alternate Universe,Drama,Random,Slice of Life,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Profanity
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The Wonderbolt Academy
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When at the Wonderbolt Academy, Raindrops is eager to try to achieve her dreams when she realizes the Academic isn't as easy as she expected.
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incomplete
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<p>After weeks of going over applications, the Wonderbolts open up their academy for the next four months, leaving Spitfire, Soarin and Fleetfoot to train the new cadets to work together. Being in charge of a bunch of cadets each trying to prove themselves is never easy.</p><p>Cover art is done by my friend.</p>
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teen
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2024-08-20T19:22:38+00:00
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2024-08-20T19:22:37+00:00
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Dizzy experimentally lifted her wing with a scowl and wince before she folded them at her side. Or well, folded one of them. The other was still in it’s cast. She idly spun around in her chair for a few moments before picking up another stack of papers. Stupid wings, Dizzy thought bitterly with a sigh.
“You know, messing with it only will make it take longer to heal right?” Spitfire commented dryly as she pressed a hoof into an pot of ink before placing her hoof on a letter.
“Sorry Captain.”
“Don’t apologize to me. Just don’t do it again,” Spitfire wiped her hoof off on a towel and sighed. “If you like this better, you can do this full time. I need an assistant.”
“No offense ma’am but this is boring. I’d rather be out there flying,” Dizzy gestured outside and Spitfire smirked at her.
“Good answer. This is boring as shit but necessary. Like this letter,” Spitfire held up one. “Is from a kid in Rainbow Falls that has a fatal disease that I’ll be meeting next week. It’s one of the few times I like opening letters.” Dizzy stared for a moment before her eyes glanced away.
“You like being sad?” Dizzy tilted her head in confusion and Spitfire shrugged.
“Reminds me I have more emotions than just anger. Anger issues runs in the family,” Spitfire answered and started writing down on a piece of paper. “Some ponies say my sister and I are on the same level of anger. Only difference is mane color, eye color and cutie mark. And the horn.”
“Uh no offense, but I can confirm you are terrifying. Lieutenant Fleetfoot and Commander Soarin scare me too. And I thought he was the quiet one.”
“Who, Soar?” Spitfire snickered and slid her sunglasses onto her desk. “He’s one of them. The Streak twins are pretty quiet.”
“Hm. Commander Soarin can be loud when he wants to be. He scared me and Raindrops senseless,” Dizzy admitted as she slid a folder into a filing cabinet. “Hey, what’s in the cupboard?”
“Whiskey. Some opened, some unopened. And you can’t have any. It’s for special occasions,” Spitfire shot her a smirk. “Sorry Cadet.”
“I don’t drink anyway so,” Dizzy turned away and yawned. “Not anymore at least.”
“We have some Wonderbolts like that. I think Rapidfire hates alcohol. He’s super religious and all, church every Sunday.”
“And you guys don’t care?” Dizzy asked with a surprised expression. “Huh.”
“We’re ponies just like you. Why would we care if he is into drinking water and eating bread during some weird sacrament thing? We all went one year because it was his father’s funeral right after. It was a bit uncomfortable but I have to admit, he looked nice in a suit and tie,” Spitfire looked outside and sighed.
“Something on your mind, ma’am?”
“No.”
Dizzy nodded and retreated to the spare desk Spitfire had allowed her to use till she was fully healed. It was a bit crammed but Dizzy was fairly certain it wouldn’t be once she was able to fly again and Spitfire had the other desk out.
“Dizzy, why did you want to become a Wonderbolt?”
“Uh well I guess why not? I’ve always been a good flyer and well, it pays more bits than any other job. I’ve always liked helping ponies and you guys do that a lot.”
“I see,” Spitfire hummed and raised an eyebrow with an unreadable expression. “Really. What’s the reason?”
“I don’t know fully. I knew what the Wonderbolts represented and I guess I wanted to be apart of that. A lot of ponies look up to you all and not just pegasi. Earth ponies and unicorns too. There’s this kid in Ponyville who does crazy tricks with her scooter. She has a wing deformity but she doesn’t give a damn. She’s going places,” Dizzy grinned slightly before looking away. “I’m super proud of her.”
“Why be proud of a random kid?” Spitfire asked in confusion and looked up again. “Why exactly are you looking like you’re gonna be crying or some shit?”
“Well,” Dizzy scuffed a hoof and shrugged. “She’s my kid but Scoots has no idea.” Spitfire sat up straighter with wide eyes before rolling a hoof in the air.
“Carry on. This sounds like a story I’m interested in,” Spitfire commented and glanced at the files in her desk. Naturally, she had files on every Wonderbolt and recruit. But Dizzy’s said absolutely nothing about a kid. “If she’s there, who’s watching her?”
“Whoever is at work at the orphanage. I don’t really like talking about this. Only my closest friends know so I shouldn’t be even talking about it,” Dizzy sighed and Spitfire shook her head. “I can’t tell her. Not yet till I’ve proven to myself I can be what Scoots needs.”
“Spit it out. I’m your Captain, it’s my job to worry about you even if you don’t want me to. I worry about all my cadets and teammates. So speak.”
“Well, her dad kinda you know,” Dizzy made a cutting motion across her neck and Spitfire nodded slowly.
“So dead,” Spitfire mused and Dizzy nodded. “You have my sympathies.”
“Thanks. Anyway, I got super you know, depressed afterwards. I didn’t really know how well of a parent I’d be on my own. Especially with trying to provide for me and her, keep a job and pay rent was stressful. So I opted to give her up so she could have somewhat of a better life than I could give her. She has friends and is super optimistic. She’s turned out well,” Dizzy admitted and looked outside. “Some days I regret my decision. I regret it a lot, believe me.”
“Sometimes, it takes a lot of love to admit you can’t take care of a kid. I know some of my Bolts who had family like that,” Spitfire answered and Dizzy shrugged. “You can always adopt her and tell her the truth after. I can’t guarantee you’ll always see her once you become a Wonderbolt. I only get a few days off, after all.”
“Maybe. My friends will be so pissed at me. I never told them. Only two or three ponies in town know.”
“They’re your friends. I’m not the best at friendship but I’m fairly certain they’d understand. You all seemed tightly knit when you got here. You and Shampoo have gotten along well too,” Spitfire pointed out dryly. “Twilight is pretty decent at being the friendship expert. I’d go to her when you can.”
Dizzy gave her a confused look and Spitfire bit back a remark. She should have known not many ponies from outside town would know who Twilight was.
“Purple unicorn. One of Princess Celestia’s students and element of harmony. Nice mare,” Spitfire clarified and Dizzy gulped.
“One of her students? Who’s the other?”
“My sister,” Spitfire answered proudly and glanced at a picture of her, Sunset and Blaze on the wall. “And by the way, you’re gonna make a damn fine Wonderbolt. If you survive Hell Week of course.”
“Hell Week?” Dizzy looked worriedly at her and Spitfire grinned widely.
“Oh yeah. We’ve all been through it. I forgot you can’t attend it this time because you can’t fly but you’ll be getting up with the others early. You can watch. Now I want you to go find your friends and tell them what you told me. That’s an order, Cadet.”
“Yes ma’am,” Dizzy started to salute and Spitfire held up a hoof, pointing at her wing. “Oh. Right. Injured stupid wing.”
“Mhm.”
Dizzy flung herself down on her bed as Raindrops finished listening to the orange mare, idly tapping a hoof against her chin.
“That explains a lot,” Raindrops said finally and looked at her. “You and Scootaloo are both orange. Both pegasi. Both have purplish eyes. Yours are more rose colored though. I’m not surprised.”
“Yeah I suppose. She’s a good kid,” Dizzy agreed and Raindrops nodded. Raindrops was pretty wary of Scootaloo, Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle. Those three caused chaos wherever they went. There’s a reason Ponyville has insurance for whatever damage they cause. “Sorry.”
“S’all good. You just meet me at the beginning of the month anyway. How’s your wing?” Raindrops eyed the bandaged wing. “I broke my wing once in a tornado from the Everfree trying to break it apart. Got stuck in a tree with Cloudkicker.”
“I remember that,” Dizzy snickered and Raindrops rolled her eyes before stifling a yawn. “Photo Shoot took a picture of it. I was there that night. That was a wild shift.”
Raindrops simply snorted in response. Wild in her eyes was an understatement. Half of Ponyville had left the town when they heard about said tornado. Hell, Raindrops herself was worried about her own house if they didn’t break it apart. She hated the Everfree with a burning passion. Place wasn’t normal.
“You know, I bet she’d be bouncing off the walls if she found out where you were,” Raindrops commented and pulled her blanket over her. “Scootaloo is obsessed with the Wonderbolts. I blame Rainbow Dash for that one. You can always use that for your benefit, Dizz.”
“Maybe,” Dizzy mumbled and looked down in thought as Raindrops shut off her lamp on her nightstand. “Night Dropsy.”
“Night Dizz.”
Dizzy watched the other pegasus shift in her bed before breathing quietly as Dizzy quietly pulled out a quill and piece of paper from her saddlebags.
Dizzy glanced at Raindrops sleeping form and inhaled, beginning to write.
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TheKing2001
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562786
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Main 6,Original Character,Raindrops,Spitfire,Sunset Shimmer,Alternate Universe,Drama,Random,Slice of Life,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Profanity
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The Wonderbolt Academy
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When at the Wonderbolt Academy, Raindrops is eager to try to achieve her dreams when she realizes the Academic isn't as easy as she expected.
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incomplete
| 15 | 3 |
<p>After weeks of going over applications, the Wonderbolts open up their academy for the next four months, leaving Spitfire, Soarin and Fleetfoot to train the new cadets to work together. Being in charge of a bunch of cadets each trying to prove themselves is never easy.</p><p>Cover art is done by my friend.</p>
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teen
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2024-08-21T05:26:56+00:00
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2024-08-21T05:26:55+00:00
| 39 |
Raindrops sat in on a bench as she idly listened to Dizzy telling they’re mutual friends about the secret daughter thing. Parasol and Cloudkicker seemed the most mad out of the group. Raindrops personally opted to stay quiet unless Dizzy asked her to speak.
“I thought you trusted me,” Parasol said finally and shifted in her seat. “We’ve known each other for years yet you tell her-” Parasol jabbed a hoof at Raindrops who continued eating. “Before you even told me?”
Raindrops pushed down her anger and kept eating. Raindrops was fairly well known for her explosive anger that rarely came out. She didn’t get angry often but when she did, most ponies tended to listen or stay away. Dizzy shot her an apologetic look and spoke before she could.
“She’s my lead pony and she was there at the time. She needed to know first. And I do trust you Parry,” Dizzy answered and rested a hoof on the light yellow mares back. “And Raindrops deserved to know. I trust her just as much as I trust you all. She’s a good mare and a good friend.”
Raindrops and Dizzy smiled at each other as they both gave subtle nods to each other.
“Obviously not enough to tell us about your daughter,” Cloudkicker scoffed and looked away. “You’re only thirty three so you were-”
“Twenty six when I had Scootaloo. Fluffy Wings uh passed a few months before then,” Dizzy idly pushed her breakfast around her tray. “It was a difficult time. I didn’t really go out during the entire time I was with her. Of course, Rainbow Dash knew what was up so I got to keep my job.”
“Does she know?” Sassaflash asked with a raised eyebrow and Dizzy nodded slowly. “What?”
“She looks after Scootaloo for me. I tag along often. When I can’t go with, she always tells me how she’s doing. Cheerilee talks to me about her school work,” Dizzy explained and White Lightning nodded along. “You and Sprinkle understand. Scootaloo is pretty close with your kid.”
“Cotton Cloudy does like her a lot,” White Lightning admitted after a moment. “You do know we would have helped look after her, right? Hell, I attended your husbands funeral.”
“You’re right. I’m stupid as Tartarus,” Dizzy buried her face in her hooves as the group collectively glared at Parasol and Cloudkicker.
“Nice going,” Banana grumbled quietly and rolled his eyes. While the desert tan stallion didn’t really know Dizzy that well, he did admire her fairly well. She was nice to him the few times they talked. “Now she’s gonna in a piss poor mood for days.”
Cloudkicker and Parasol gave each other sheepish logs before they both sighed, Parasol jerking her head towards Dizzy.
“You can always make it right,” Cloudkicker suggested and Dizzy eyed her behind a hoof. “After this, adopt her. Then you can either tell her the truth or not, up to you. I’d personally tell her though.”
Dizzy hummed in response and Cloudkicker shot Parasol a look that screamed help me.
“Whitey had a point. I would have personally helped with Scootaloo if needed. She’s pretty impressive actually,” Parasol smiled and nuzzled Dizzy. “Those scooter tricks are nuts. I’m still offering to help look after her. You’re my friend, after all.”
“After this, I might see about it. If they let me. I was stupid,” Dizzy slammed a hoof against her face and Sprinkle Medley scowled at her.
“I hate when my friends say that about each other. You were in a difficult situation and had lost your husband then had a kid. I don’t think any of us judge you too badly for that decision. Sometimes, the hardest thing to do is give up. But it takes a certain amount of love to admit you can’t take care of a life. You can’t take care of somepony else until you get yourself right,” Sprinkle lectured and fluttered her wings as the Wonderbolts eavesdropped from their own table.
“She has a point,” Wave Chill said after a moment. “Can she even have a kid and be a Bolt?”
“Well yeah. More than a few have kids in our ranks. Most have families or had families. Hell, Silver Zoom has a kid,” Sun Chaser answered with a yawn. “It’s too early.”
“Agreed. I haven’t seen Captain Spitfire all morning. That’s not like her,” Lightning Streak shook his head.
“She’s helping Watermelody and Twilight with something. She’ll be out all day,” Soarin answered. “I have a class to teach. Big test apparently that Twilight came up with.”
“Oh boy. They’re in trouble,” Misty commented with a laugh as she noted High Winds absence. “Where’s High Winds? Helping Twilight?”
“Yep. Apparently all of the Elements are. Don’t know about what but it’s apparently important. Probably that weekly letter deal,” Blaze waved a spork around with a wing. “Good luck Soarin. You’ll need it.”
Soarin had a feeling she was right. He’d much rather be flying or setting up details about his bar. But they only had three more weeks till the academy trainings were done and he trusted Fuchsia to set up the layout. After all, she was the one who actively worked in a bar at the moment, not him.
“Everypony has their quills, you’ve all studied for this. I’ll be at the desk uo front. You have two hours to finish this and no notes allowed!” Soarin explained and pointed at the chalk board. “I have faith you all will do fairly well. Time starts now.”
Raindrops and her friends each picked up a quill in their wing as they started writing. Dizzy had been allowed another Wonderbolt to write her answers in for her that she pointed out.
Dizzy whispered her chosen answer into Lightning Streaks ear and he colored in the circle with an unreadable expression. One of the things he agreed on was not helping her in the slightest, no matter how attractive the mare seemed.
Soarin had been wary of allowing him to help her. Everypony knew Lightning was the more flirtatious member of the group. He was nicknamed Hasty Fling for a reason. The only ponies he didn’t hit on were his teammates specifically the stallions. Males were pretty much a strong no go for him.
Whiplash eyes scanned his sheet with a sigh. He personally hated tests. But he knew he had to at least do well on this to get in. Most Wonderbolts weren’t stallions and he intended on changing that. Mares were simply lighter than most stallions so they usually got accepted more.
He glanced down at a sheet hidden inside his wings and wrote down the answer on his test. Raindrops’ eyes widened slightly as she watched and they quickly narrowed.
She and him made eye contact briefly for a moment as her eyes locked onto his wing and he paled, watching Raindrops hesitantly raise a hoof and he quickly shook his head.
Raindrops pauses and sighs as she lowers her hood back down.
“What’s up Raindrops?” Soarin called out from his desk as he set down a book he was reading. He personally didn’t care for romance but apparently somepony who last used the desk had left it on the worn surface. He figured he might as well take advantage of the source of entertainment, no matter how much he might hate the content inside.
Raindrops and Whiplash both made eye contact. Raindrops personally hated cheaters and was a firm believer cheaters never prospered. But she also didn’t want to crush his dreams. Or well, not without him explaining himself to her first.
“Nothing sir,” Raindrops lied as she forced a smile upon her lips. “Nothing at all.”
Raindrops trotted out of the classroom with Dizzy as they both headed back to their quarters. The two felt equally good about their scores.
“Raindrops. Wait up!” Whiplash called out and the two paused as Raindrops eyes hardened.
“What do you want, Whiplash?” Raindrops flared her wings out and Dizzy watched awkwardly.
“I’ll uh be right over here while you two talk,” Dizzy’s eyes flicked between the two before hastily excusing herself.
“Out with it,” Raindrops gestured impatiently with a hoof.
“Thanks for not ratting me out in there. You could have, but didn’t so thanks.”
“Hmph. I don’t know what your end game is but you could get kicked out if caught. And if I get dragged down with you because of it, I’ll be your worst nightmare,” Raindrops threatened as she pressed a hoof against his chest. “And that’s a promise. I keep them too.”
Whiplash shuddered slightly at her touch as she continued glaring at him. Her hoof was surprisingly soft as she pushed him a few feet back with a scoff.
“What’s going on here, cadets?” Soarin asked as he stood in the doorway watching intently.
“Nothing sir,” Dizzy cut in quickly as she rejoined the two. She didn’t know what was said but she presumed it was something he did to make Raindrops made to have her shove him. “They were just arguing about whether the Cloudsdale Cumulus would beat the Las Pegasus Stratoms this week at the hoofball game. You know how hoofball makes ponies act.”
“Fair enough. And Cloudsdale will win. Obviously,” Soarin added with an eyeroll and turned away.
“I don’t know what is going on between you two but figure it out,” Dizzy placed herself between the two. “It’s hard to lie to the Wonderbolts. I won’t always be here to break this up. So sort it out.”
“Fine,” Raindrops tossed Whiplash a glare. “We will. He can explain to me later. I’m going to go sleep. Let’s go Dizzy unless you wanna hit the showers.”
“Bed sounds good.”
Dizzy shot Whiplash an apologetic look before galloping after Raindrops.
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TheKing2001
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562786
| 10 |
Main 6,Original Character,Raindrops,Spitfire,Sunset Shimmer,Alternate Universe,Drama,Random,Slice of Life,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Profanity
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The Wonderbolt Academy
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When at the Wonderbolt Academy, Raindrops is eager to try to achieve her dreams when she realizes the Academic isn't as easy as she expected.
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incomplete
| 15 | 3 |
<p>After weeks of going over applications, the Wonderbolts open up their academy for the next four months, leaving Spitfire, Soarin and Fleetfoot to train the new cadets to work together. Being in charge of a bunch of cadets each trying to prove themselves is never easy.</p><p>Cover art is done by my friend.</p>
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teen
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2024-08-22T03:37:04+00:00
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2024-08-22T03:37:04+00:00
| 42 |
Fuchsia and Watermelody set down a circular table in the corner of the bar, both wiping sweat off their eyebrows as they both examined the interior of the room as Soarin continued cleaning up a back room.
“Last one,” Fuchsia leaned against the shiny oak table. “Thank Celestia and the maker.”
“Yeah. I gotta bring over some paintings Soarin asked for. Something about livening up the place,” Watermelody started looking around at the bare walls. “Sheesh. It could use it.”
“Wish Wallflower didn’t work today. She’s scarily strong,” Fuchsia muttered and took a sip from her water bottle with her cutie mark on it. “Like, probably throw a manticore strong.”
“Seriously?” Watermelody gave a tired laugh as she leaned against the table. “You’re joking.”
“Nope,” Fuchsia deadpanned and Watermelody sat up straighter at her serious expression. “I’m not one to make jokes often.”
“Damn. So she could easily do this by herself without even needing us,” Watermelody mused as they both made out Soarin singing and the two snickered, Fuchsia nodding.
“Easily.”
Watermelody didn’t necessarily know what to say to that. Wallflower never lift anything super heavy around her, only the occasional plant or basket of apples.
“She doesn’t broadcast it often. She got made fun of for it in the past so don’t confront her about not telling you. She will tell you, or more accurately show you all when’s she ready,” Fuchsia warned and flicked an ear. “Why did Soarin stop singing?”
“I don’t know. Soarin!”
The two mares shot each other wary looks and trotted into a back room that had a small kitchen, the two staring at a trembling Soarin ontop of a counter.
“What in Equestria is going on in here?” Fuchsia demanded finally and Soarin pointed a shaky hoof at a spider on the wall. “It’s a spider, what about it?”
“I hate spiders!” Soarin answered and Watermelody bit back a laugh.
“You’re a literal Wonderbolt who does dangerous life threatening stunts, perform in front of millions of ponies and a member of the literal Equestrian military and you’re scared of a teeny spider?” Watermelody asked with a grin.
“Shut up,” Soarin snapped and glared at the two as Fuchsia and Watermelody grinned at each other wickedly.
“Oh don’t worry Soarin. I’ll protect the Wonderbolt from the big bad scary spider,” Fuchsia mocked with a grin and Watermelody burst out laughing.
“Oh yeah. That spider is terrifying!” Watermelody added and Fuchsia giggled before laughing loudly. It was a surprisingly sweet sound considering Fuchsia was an abrasive sounding mare normally.
“I swear, you two are insufferable,” Soarin grumbled and hid the small smile on his muzzle as the two mares kept laughing. “You girls are worse than Surprise and Lucky Charm.”
“We’re not laughing at you, we are laughing with you,” Watermelody clarified as she and Fuchsia supported each other.
“I’m laughing at me,” Soarin grumbled and watched as Fuchsia slammed a boot against the spider. “Thank you.”
Soarin jumped off the counter as Watermelody nuzzled him with a wide grin as he blushed.
“Was that so bad?” Watermelody teased with a grin and winked at him. “You can always get us to kill the big bad spiders for you.”
Watermelody flicked her tail under his nose and trotted out towards the bar, leaving a stunned Soarin and Fuchsia behind to watch her leave.
“What just happened?” Soarin asked finally as Fuchsia snickered and bumped her flank against his with a large grin.
“What do you think, Soarin?”
“What’s with him?” Spitfire asked as she pointed a fork at Soarin. “He’s not even eating his apple pie. That’s not like him at all.”
Soarin sat a few tables away, idly pushing his apple pie around as Spitfire and Blaze both locked eyes as the two had a silent discussion.
Blaze gave a subtle nod and abandoned what remained of her dinner as she approached Soarin, nudging him with a smirk.
“Come on, let’s go for a flight,” Blaze suggested and Soarin nodded slowly.
The two were watched leaving by the others as Lightning Streak raised an eyebrow.
“Captain, why have Blaze talk to him? Why not one of us?” Lightning asked curiously and Spitfire pointed at his flank causing him to look at his lightning bolt cutie mark. “My flank?”
“Blaze has a burning heart for a cutie mark. It’s her greatest asset and her biggest weakness. She wears her heart on her sleeve and it’s what I love about my sister most. Her talent is understanding ponies emotions and helping them under stand them. Blaze is the best pony to help Soarin sort out whatever is bothering him.”
Blaze dropped down on a cloud next to Soarin as the two stared at a reflection of the moon over the water.
“So you know Watermelody, right?” Soarin asked and Blaze nodded.
“Of course. Element of Loyalty. Closest ally to Princess Celestia and both my sisters. Good mare though a bit dramatic at times for my liking. What about her?”
“There was a weird moment at the bar with Fuchsia. She nuzzled me Blaze. Just out of nowhere. I’ve never seen her act so-”
“Flirty?” Blaze suggested and Soarin nodded. “I have an idea of where this is going.”
“Yeah. I mean, of course Watermelody is attractive. She’s creative and quick on her hooves. She’s the Element of Loyalty for crying out loud so I know she’d be obviously by my side no matter what.”
“I’m sensing a but coming,” Blaze commented and shifted on her cloud as Soarin nodded again. “And it’s related to Fleetfoot, isn’t it?”
“You know about that?” Soarin gave her an incredulous look and Blaze rolled her eyes in exasperation.
“Soarin everypony knows about that,” Blaze scoffed and paused before amending her statement. “Well, everypony but Fleetfoot that is. She’s oblivious somehow.”
Soarin sighed and shifted his weight on the cloud and Blaze rested a wing on his back.
“Soarin, I love you like a brother. Brother I never had. You’re gonna have to make a choice, keep chasing after Fleetfoot or go after Watermelody. You and Fleetfoot have always been here for me along with my sisters. You personally took care of a bully when I was in middle school. Only you can make that choice and you’re obviously gonna have to hurt one of them in the process,” Blaze leaned against him and Soarin wrapped a wing around her before nuzzling her forehead. “Naturally, my own love life is admittedly poor so I’m just following my flank and my mark so.”
Soarin snorted and stretched his forelegs out.
“I hate romance. It’s so complicated,” Soarin grumbled and Blaze snickered before brushing her mane down. “I can’t even imagine what it would be like being your horseshoes. Sunset and Spitfire are fiercely protective of you. I’ve seen them scare your boyfriends off countless times.”
“I love them with all my heart but they can be annoying. It’s like they only see their baby sister and not an adult mare. They make me mad,” Blaze admitted and shook her head. “But this isn’t about me, we’re here about you.”
“So what do I do? Oh, what have I gotten myself into?” Soarin groaned and removed his wing, flopping onto his back on the cloud.
“Talk to her,” Blaze answered bluntly and finished brushing her orange mane. “Whichever one you like the most, go to her. It’ll hurt the other but would you rather hurt watching both mares go away to other stallions?”
“You know what I’m starting to realize? Children of Stormy Flare don’t hold back at all. And here I thought it was just Spitfire and Sunset who were as blunt as you just were. I guess you have a point. Thanks Blaze.”
“Anytime Soarin,” Blaze winked and the smaller mare hugged him. “And no matter what decision you make, I’ll be here to listen about it.”
“Thanks. And Blaze?” Soarin nuzzled her with a smirk. “I love you too. You’re like a sister to me.”
Blaze nuzzled him as the two hugged on their cloud.
“Now go get your mare Soarin,” Blaze pushed him forward with a grin.
“Thanks Blazey. And you’ll find a pony, mare or stallion or whatever you’re into,” Soarin winked and prepared to fly as Blaze laughed loudly.
“I’m into stallions. I don’t judge my mares are Sunset’s thing. I much prefer my stallions,” Blaze grinned and Soarin gagged.
“I’ve heard enough. Time to go before I hear something I don’t wanna know,” Soarin plummeted off the cloud and Blaze watched him soar back up into the sky with a chuckle.
Blaze glanced around and snuck quietly down the hall of the Wonderbolts cadets rooms, pausing at a room and knocking quietly as she shifted on her hooves.
“Oh hey,” Banana yawned into his hoof as he looked around. “What’s up Blazey?”
Blaze blushed and nuzzled him with a grin.
“Nothing. Just wanted to see you,” Blaze admitted and leaned up to kiss his cheek. “I’ve missed you a lot. It’s been hard keeping it a secret from my sister.”
“Yeah, my commanding officer dating me behind the Captains back. It’s pretty difficult,” Banana agreed and kissed her forehead. “You look nice.”
“What, don’t I always look nice?” Blaze teased and leaned into his hug. “You’re doing great. I’ve heard nothing but good things about you from my sister.”
“You do. One day we’ll be up there together. Stupid rules forbidding my superior officer from dating a cadet,” Banana grumbled and wrapped his wings around Blaze. “This is a huge risk, you know? I thought we agreed to only see each other during training.”
“I’m feeling romantic tonight after giving Soarin some advice. Sue me.”
“The Commander finally going after the Lieutenant?” Banana asked with a smirk and Blaze shrugged.
“Who knows. Whoever he goes after, I’ll support him. Just like I’ve been supporting you dear,” Blaze nuzzled him again and smiled fondly at him. “I’m just glad to finally have a boyfriend without Spitfire or Sunset finding out. They ruin all my relationships.”
Banana chuckled quietly and the two hugged quietly in the shadows, missing Fleetfoot watching in stunned silence from around the corner.
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Caladis
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562790
| 1 |
Spike,Twilight Sparkle,Twilight Velvet,Drama,Sad,Slice of Life,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
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Spike's Sorrow
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Spike has a secret he's been keeping but he can't deal with it anymore
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complete
| 97 | 7 |
<div class="bbcode-center" style="text-align:center"><p>Story is set at the end of Season 3</p></div><div class="bbcode-center" style="text-align:center"><p>* * *</p></div><p>Spike has always felt a little out of place but he did his best to meet expectations. He enjoyed being a member of the Sparkle family, and did everything he could to help. </p><p>As time passed on, Spike wistfully accepts that he isn't really Twilight's little brother and he isn't sure he wants to be just her assistant anymore either. What he needs... is a mom.</p><div class="bbcode-center" style="text-align:center"><p>* * *</p></div><p>Cover art is by dSana from the comic <i>The Shadow Shard</i>, pg. 92.</p><p>Featured 8-2-24, 8-3-24, 8-4-24 and 8-5-24. My first ever story featured for 4 days.</p>
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everyone
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2024-08-02T21:18:46+00:00
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2024-08-03T23:05:32+00:00
| 1,440 |
Since his birth at the horn of Twilight’s magic, Spike had grown up in the Sparkle household, raised alongside Twilight Sparkle and Shining Armor as an honorary third sibling. He was included in most family activities, but not all, and he did have a few cases growing up where he felt like a burden or like an outsider. He was the only dragon in Canterlot, and he stuck out like a sore claw, though it was obvious that Velvet did her best to minimize that.
It wasn’t until he got older that he realized how expensive a gem was compared to a hayburger, and in the absence of meat, he needed a lot of gems. Fortunately for the family, Princess Celestia seemed willing to provide all the gems he needed given that Twilight Sparkle was her personal student, but he secretly worried what would happen if Twilight was, for some reason, no longer the Princesses student at some point in the future.
Twilight Velvet was a good housekeeper and Night Light was a good provider but neither felt like his parents to him. Spike was overjoyed to spend the majority of his time with ‘his sister’ Twilight Sparkle, but he always had felt that the bond went deeper, at least for him.
Years and years in the tower… first at ‘home’ in the family tower and then in the Canterlot Castle tower where Twilight lived as Princess Celestia’s personal student when she became old enough to live on her own, had defined his life. As he grew older, he became less of a younger brother and more of a servant to the mare that had given him life. He accepted his situation wistfully.
He loved her and he hated her.
He had tried to push her to make friends in the hopes that she would be more of a friend to him as well, since he couldn’t be her son. Her refusing to attend Moon Dancer’s party disheartened him but her being sent to Ponyville to oversee the preparations for the Summer Sun Celebration with the order to make friends gave him hope. He was happy to be allowed to tag along as her personal assistant to Ponyville, not that he would ever be anything else.
Living in the library in Ponyville wasn’t much different than living in the towers in Canterlot. There were lots of books and Twilight always seemed to have something that was super urgent to do that half of the time didn’t include him.
Eating that perfect apple in front of Twilight and Applejack just before she got the Grand Galloping Gala tickets had been satisfying for him because denying her the apple when she was clearly hungry was a subtle payback for her denying him the love of a mother. Applejack had said nothing of it, apparently happy that even a dragon could like her apples, but Twilight looked mad about it. Her admonishment for him eating the apple felt like the scolding of a mother, which made him feel better in a very odd way.
For Twilight Sparkle was his mother… whether she wanted to admit it or not. She may not have laid the egg, but she did hatch it. Like most reptiles, he had imprinted on her, and she was his mother, not that he would ever be able to tell her that.
A whole year of adventures in Ponyville with her new friends as an Element of Harmony had opened her up to new frontiers of friendship and family, the other elements becoming as close as sisters to her. Too bad that they also didn’t see Spike as a brother.
He, himself, had enjoyed becoming friends with all of them and pursuing Rarity’s hoof had been fun, though he wasn’t sure if he loved her or if her simply loved the fact that her cutie mark was diamonds and she always seemed to have extra gems for him to snack on.
Yes, Rarity used him, and he knew it, but it was no worse than Twilight had done, in her own way. In Twilight’s service, Spike had cooked, cleaned, ran errands, handled her checklists, wrote her letters for her, sent letters to the Princess for her, and tried to remind her of important deadlines that occasionally slipped her mind. All for her sake. Did she thank him for his hard work? Sometimes… not often enough in his opinion.
Sweetie Belle and the other Cutie Mark Crusaders were fun to play with when he had time or a day off, and that gave him extra excuses to spend time with their families when Twilight didn’t need him, which she often professed to not need him, to his dismay.
What struck him as odd was that none of his friends seemed to have moms either. Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle both were being raised by their sisters and Scootaloo was being raised by her aunts. Spike didn’t know which is worse… having your mom die when you were so young that you didn’t remember her or knowing who your mom was and still being raised by a different relative, spending almost no time with them.
In Spike’s case, he never knew who his dragon mom could have been, as even Celestia didn’t seem to know where his egg came from before it was taken by her school for gifted unicorns. Growing up, he had been expected to call Twilight Velvet ‘mom’ but it never sat right with him.
The events of the Canterlot wedding made things interesting, as his only older brother had become a Prince from his marriage to their old foal sitter, which happened to be a princess. Defeating the Changelings made Twilight a heroine, but it did nothing for him. He wasn’t even on stage with the other Elements of Harmony when they got their medals.
He was still a sidekick at best, and barely an honorary younger brother that both Twilight and Shining Armor seemed to forget about. The fact that they had never included him in the Sibling Supreme crown thing was proof of that.
The next few months were even rougher for him as the tasks that Princess Celestia seemed to give the Elements got harder and more dangerous.
Spike had been pleasantly surprised to become the Hero of the Crystal Empire in the King Sombra incident and he kinda felt bad about Twilight thinking that she had failed, but then, now she knew how he felt, not that he would ever rub it in her muzzle.
Taming Discord was more of a Fluttershy problem and Twilight finally earned her wings as a Princess of Equestria after fixing an old spell first created by her idol, Starswirl the Bearded, that had never worked as intended. Twilight becoming a Princess was a shock for him and for all of her friends but his smile when he bowed to her that first time had been genuine, though sad, because Twilight being a princess would make her even less of a mom for him now that she would slowly have to be a mom for all of Equestria just like Princess Celestia was.
Being in Canterlot again during the coronation of Twilight Sparkle as the Princess of Friendship brought back many old and lonely feelings for him.
* * *
Velvet turned a corner in their old Canterlot Tower home and saw Spike on the couch.
“Can I get you a drink or a gem, Spike?”
He sighed. “No… I do need advice though.”
Velvet sat down beside him. “Of course, Spike. Anything for my foal.”
His voice was wistful. “…But I’m not your foal… I’m Twilight’s foal. She hatched me. You may have helped raise me, but Twilight Sparkle is my mother. She only sees me as an honorary younger brother or as her personal assistant, but I know in my heart that she is my mother and I want to express how I feel but I don’t know how…”
Velvet’s heart panged with guilt as she hugged him. “It may be my fault that Twilight sees you as a brother and not as her son. She was so young when she hatched you that I didn’t feel like she was ready to be a mother, so I took on that burden for her. I’m so sorry, Spike…”
Spike jumped up to hug her back. “I don’t blame you, but I still don’t know how to express how I feel.”
Velvet paused. “If you like, I could talk to her for you?”
He rubbed the back of his head but nodded. “I don’t want her to feel guilty about it, but I’ve felt this way nearly my entire life. You’re a good mom, Velvet, but you’re not my mom.”
Spike watched the pain from his statement radiate on Velvet’s face before she turned to leave the room. She was clearly holding back tears. He called out to her before she fully left the room, hoping to lessen her pain.
“You might have to settle for being my grandmother instead, if you can get Twilight to accept her role in my life.”
Her sorrow slowly became a smile as tears rolled down her face freely. Losing a son was hard for her, but she seemed to embrace the idea of being a grandmother.
“Well then, I need to get you a drink and some gems. Grandmare’s got to spoil their grandfoals.”
Velvet brought back a gem and some tea. Spike ate the gem and drank a little tea, showing the minimum amount of gratitude from a guest before getting up to leave.
With concern, Velvet called out to him. “Where are you going?”
He sighed. “I’m going to take a walk. I’ll be back tomorrow."
Her eyes widened in disbelief. “Tomorrow! Why stay out so late?”
Spike hiccupped, biting back tears. “I can’t handle this anymore. If Twilight doesn’t want to be my mother, then I don’t belong in the family. Tomorrow will be the last time you ever see me if Twilight can’t embrace me as her son.”
Velvet’s tears returned hot and thick as the gravity of the situation hit her like a brick.
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The coronation and parade were quick by the standards of hosting one. Twilight had become a princess, but she wasn’t ruling over anything yet, so the party was short. Returning to her family’s tower, she was surprised to see that Spike wasn’t there.
“Hi mom. Where’s Spike?”
Velvet sighed, evidence of her crying recently no longer on her face. “He went for a walk. I think we need to talk about your relationship with him.”
Twilight sat down on the couch with a frown. “What relationship? He’s my number one assistant and nothing else.”
Velvet met her gaze. “That’s the problem. I raised you to treat him as a younger brother and yet now he’s just your assistant. Now that you are a Princess, is he going to drop even lower and become a literal servant, your highness?”
The question shocked Twilight as she winced as if slapped. “No! I would never treat him that way. Where is this coming from?”
A tear rolled down Velvet’s face, causing Twilight to freeze. When her mom cried, it was serious. Twilight wrapped her mother up in her hooves and with her wings, trying to give comfort and support.
“Mom… what’s wrong?”
Velvet sighed. “It’s Spike. He imprinted on you when he was born. For his entire life, he has seen you as his mother and yet… he got treated like an unwanted younger brother that slowly became more of an assistant or a servant than family. He wants to love you as his mother, but he wasn’t sure how you would take that… and then, tonight… he said that he would leave and never come back if you didn’t want to be his mom because this is too painful for him. I believe that his exact words were that he can’t handle this anymore.”
Twilight’s jaw hung open in shock. “He’s going to leave and never come back? Why didn’t you stop him!” Her voice had risen significantly.
Velvet yelled back. “Because it’s not my place anymore! I raised him as my son, but he doesn’t see me as his mother. You are his mother, Twilight, and if you care enough to be worried about him, then go find him.”
Tears rolled down Twilight’s face. “Is there a book I should read about this?”
Velvet shrugged. “There are more than a few on how to be a mother. I’m sure you could find one on how reptiles imprint themselves on their mothers. The thing is… you’re still focused on the wrong thing. Your son needs you to go find him and hug him and tell him that you love him. You can’t be worried about acting like a bad mother when at the moment you aren’t acting as a mother at all.”
Twilight set her jaw and ran out of her parent’s home in search of Spike. She had never considered that he might see her as his mom, which made her treatment of him even worse.
She ran around the city looking for him for over an hour when she finally found him sitting on the ledge of a bridge, looking at the moon.
Her heart was in her throat. Was he going to jump?
“SPIKE!”
He yelled out in surprise, a claw clutching his chest as he tried to catch his breath. “Jeez, Twilight. You scared me so bad that I almost fell off the bridge.”
He jumped down off the ledge and back onto the cobblestone street, dusting himself off while she ran as fast as her legs could carry her and wrapped her hooves and wings around him, crying ugly tears onto his shoulders.
Spike stood stock still, shocked at her uncharacteristic emotions. “Are you okay, Twilight?”
She shook her head and continued to hold him. He stood there awkwardly, not sure what to say.
Finally, through her tears, she rasped out. “I can’t believe that I almost lost you. I can’t believe that I didn’t see the signs before. I can’t believe that I allowed myself to think of you as anything less than my son… I love you, Spike. Please don’t leave me.”
He gasped. Those words. The words he had longed to hear for so many years were finally his.
Twilight fell back onto her flank, so tired from the drain of emotions after a very long day that Spike was left holding her hoof and looking at his mom lovingly, with a new amount of love and respect.
She was still crying when he finally let go and she placed her hoof back on the ground. He smiled and placed his own arms behind his back, now knowing exactly what to say.
“…Mom, I love you too.”
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In the frozen wasteland of Winter Peaks, an amnesiac alicorn awakens within the remnants of a long-abandoned stable. Stepping into a harsh and perilous landscape, she battles the unforgiving elements and the mystery of her lost memories.
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<p>In the unforgiving expanse of the frozen tundra known as Winter Peaks, an amnesiac alicorn stirs awake within the haunting remnants of Stable 375. Encased in frost and steeped in the silence of a long-forgotten world, she emerges from her slumber, blank memories swirling like snowflakes in her mind. The heavy door, sealed tight against the biting cold, stands as a barrier to the past she cannot remember.</p><p>Determined to piece together the fragments of her identity, she embarks on a perilous journey, seeking answers that remain tantalizingly out of reach. With each step deeper into this desolate wasteland, she confronts the echoes of an untold past, glimpses of who she might have been flickering just beyond her grasp. Whispers of lost memories tug at her heart, urging her onward into the depths of Winter Peaks.</p><p>Editors: Altarya Luna, , Cubones.</p><p>Please support the original FoE story Fallout Equestria by Kkat</p>
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Deep within the shadowy confines of Stable 375, a suffocating darkness enveloped the space like a shroud, broken only by the flickering of overhead lights that struggled against the encroaching gloom. The air was thick, laden with a grotesque mix of stale, recycled breath and the sharp, cloying stench of something far more sinister. A rancid aroma clung to the walls, a malodorous cocktail of chemicals mingled with the metallic tang of dried blood, whispering tales of desperation and violence long past.
Scattered across the cold concrete floor were skeletal remains lay twisted and contorted in ghastly positions, their hollow eye sockets staring vacantly into the abyss. Fragments of clothing clung to the bones, tattered and stained, the glossy surfaces of the floor glimmered under the erratic light, revealing scattered bullet casings that crunched beneath phantom footsteps, each one a testament to the violent chaos that had once erupted within these walls.
Dark streaks marked the walls like macabre brushstrokes, the dried blood had pooled and settled into sorrowful patterns, weaving a horror story of its own across the sterile surfaces. Amid the horror, immense test tubes stood at attention, silent sentinels cradling alicorn-like ponies suspended in vibrant, rainbow-colored liquids. Their once-vibrant forms now rotting and twisted against the glass confines. The hues of the liquid shimmered around them, contrasting sharply with the morbid decay, creating a surreal tableau of life eluding death.
The glass tubes were in various states of disrepair, some cracked and leaking their iridescent contents. The rainbow-colored liquid pooled dangerously, forming grotesque puddles that mixed with the congealed blood and chemicals on the ground. This noxious blend embraced the remnants of life once vibrant in this suffocating space. Hissing machines echoed through the chambers, their weary tones sounding like mournful cries, lamenting the fates sealed within the glass.
Beyond the tubes, the walls themselves seemed to breathe a heavy sigh, each crack and crevice speaking of neglect and despair. Shadows gathered in the corners, twisting and stretching as the flickering lights played tricks on the eye, giving form to the phantoms of those who had once occupied this dreadful sanctuary. The atmosphere buzzed with a heavy, suffocating dread that settled over the entire space, an unshakable presence lingering on the edge of the imagination, hinting at the horrors that had transpired.
In this tomb of a once-vibrant dream, the stark contrast of life and death echoed through every inch of Stable 375, a haunting reminder of what was lost and the darkness that lingered.
Deeper within the stable lay a room with reinforced doors, sealing it off from the chaotic remnants of the rest of the facility. As the heavy door creaked ajar, the oppressive atmosphere inside seemed to drown out the world beyond. The air was thick with the metallic tang of dried blood, pooling in dark patches across the cold, unforgiving floor. The sight that greeted any who dared enter was a chilling testament to the horrors that had unfolded within these walls.
Bodies littered the ground, cold and lifeless, their faces frozen in expressions of terror and pain. They were not mere remnants; they seemed to tell stories of the horrific violence that had erupted. Gunshot wounds marred their forms, blackened edges framing jagged holes that had once housed life. Some were riddled with bullets, the entry wounds oozing brownish-red stains that had long since dried, forming grotesque maps of horror upon their skin. Others displayed gaping exit wounds, the flesh torn apart as if something monstrous had clawed its way through, spilling gore and tearing the fragile tissue asunder.
The walls bore the evidence of desperation; trails of blood slid down the unforgiving concrete in macabre rivulets, creating a haunting display of violence and chaos. Each drop told a story, swirling and mingling to form dark patches that spoke of the final moments of those who had fought and fallen. Weapon fragments lay scattered among the corpses, their metallic gleam dull against pools of blood beginning to dry, twisted remnants of the confrontation that had turned this room into a tomb.
Near the far wall, a few bodies leaned against the cement, contorted into grotesque shapes as if they had fallen mid-struggle. Some raised forelegs clinging at invisible foes, while others clutched their wounds in a futile bid for survival. The sight of a body with a shattered rib cage shot through with splintered bone was particularly haunting; it was as if the very essence of life had been exhumed from within, leaving a shell that echoed with unspeakable agony. Each corpse seemed to cling to the faint whisper of life that once animated them, now just chilling relics of a time before despair.
In the center of this macabre tableau stood another test tube, cradled within the wall like a grotesque treasure. It housed a perfectly preserved alicorn, suspended in a vibrant fluid that contrasted violently with the carnage surrounding it. The tube hummed softly, alive with the sound of machines monitoring the alicorn's vital signs.
When the failsafe was triggered, a flickering red text showing the words network connection failure. The tube hissed as it opened, releasing a cloud of mist that swept over the floor like a shroud. As the alicorn fell from her liquid prison, she coughed the remnants of the fluid from her lungs, each sputter echoing through the stillness, her eyes adjusting to the stark light illuminating the nightmarish panorama. The air was thick with despair and as she blinked the haze away, the weight of the slaughter surrounding her settled upon her like a shroud.
Her vision was partially obscured by the viscous remnants of the fluid from the test tube, a thick sheen that clung to her lashes and blurred the edges of her surroundings.
With a swift swipe of her hoof, the alicorn struggled to clear the liquid clouding her vision, yearning for clarity to navigate her unfamiliar surroundings. Her gaze finally focused on the gruesome array of corpses strewn across the stable's floor, the sight sending a chill down her spine and a wave of dread washing over her. Her stomach twisted and her heart raced uncontrollably, battling against the rising tide of nausea that threatened to overwhelm her.
Summoning her strength, the alicorn slowly pushed herself up to her hooves, her legs quaking beneath her weight. She stumbled, narrowly avoiding a fall and fought to banish the horrific images surrounding her. Stretching her limbs in a desperate attempt to ground herself, she turned inward, grappling with the pressing question echoing in her mind. "Who am I?" she whispered, narrowing her eyes in concentration while racking her memory for any shred of identity that could anchor her.
Suddenly, a sharp, acrid smell invaded her senses, the air thick with an unbearable stench that made her nostrils flare. She recoiled, gagging at the noxious mixture of dust and decaying flesh hanging heavily in the room. The odor seeped into her consciousness and she felt bile rise in her throat, bitterness stinging her mouth. The acridity burned her throat and before she could contain it, a scream of anguish escaped her, reverberating off the walls. Collapsing to the floor, she gasped for the slightest breath of clean air.
The alicorn searched frantically for fresh air, desperation clawing at her throat. Each breath came in shallow gasps, amplifying her sense of suffocation. Her eyes, wide and frantic, fixed on a locker in the dim light ahead. Summoning what little strength remained, she tried to call for help, but the sound that escaped her was a weak, gurgling moan. She hesitated and then brought a hoof to her mouth, only to feel the warm trickle of blood spilling forth, mixing with the dust that coated the floor beneath her.
Horror coursed through her as she stared at the pool of crimson spreading out, a stark contrast to the dull surroundings. She was injured—deeply and irrevocably. The realization sent a chill racing down her spine. Panic tightened around her.
Blinking to clear her vision, the sight of her blood pooling below deepened her dread. "Who am I?" she croaked, the words escaping her throat like a jagged whisper, heavy with confusion and fear. With each strained syllable, more blood dripped from her muzzle, a visceral reminder of her dire situation. The metallic taste filled her mouth, a stark reminder of her fragility at this moment. She began crawling to reach for the locker, pulling herself up straining her body in the process.
Overwhelmed by vulnerability, she leaned against the cold metal of the locker, feeling its unforgiving surface against her side. What am I? she thought to herself, a feeling of existential dread creeping in alongside her physical pain. Each throbbing pulse in her head seemed to mock her plight, and the shadows of the dim room loomed ominously, concealing answers she desperately sought. Struggling to remain upright, she clung to the locker, desperate to stay on all four of her hooves, willing herself not to succumb to the darkness threatening to close in around her.
Desperate for something to drink and some clue to her identity, she silently mouthed her gratitude to nobody when she discovered that the locker was unlocked, the metal door creaking slightly as she pushed it open. As she eagerly fumbled to open it wider, the sudden movement caught her off guard, and she found herself losing her balance, toppling sideways.
With a soft thud, she landed on the ground, her legs splayed beneath her. Dazed but undeterred, she quickly glanced inside the locker, her breaths quickening as her eyes fell upon a few items nestled within the shadows. Amid the dim light, she spotted a metal canister that had somehow survived the passage of time.
Pushing herself up, she reached for the canister first, her hooves trembling as she grasped the cold metal. Tipping it slightly, she heard the sound of water sloshing within. Her heart lifted at the thought of refreshing relief and with a determined twist of the cap, she hungrily brought it to her lips. Cool, crisp water flowed into her mouth, quenching her thirst and revitalizing her weary spirit. As she drank, she could feel the vitality returning to her limbs, the heaviness of fatigue beginning to lift.
A burning sensation intensified however, causing her to choke. Coughing violently, she felt the blood rise in her throat, a painful reminder of her dire state. She spat onto the floor.
Fear and dread mingled with intense feelings of concern and pain as the alicorn stood on shaky hooves, her heart pounding in her chest. What if my injuries are fatal? The thought pressed heavily on her and she squeezed her eyes shut for a moment, trying to block out the chaos swirling inside her head.
Leaning against the cold metal of the locker for support, she felt another surge of warmth rise in her throat. The metallic taste of blood returned and she gasped as more trickled from her mouth, hot and alarming. Panic clawed at her insides and she instinctively pressed a hoof against her mouth to stem the flow. Her pulse quickened, the pounding echoing in her ears as anxiety seeped into every crevice of her mind.
With trembling limbs, she forced herself to breathe shallowly, concentrating on steadying her racing heart. Slowly, she glanced around the dimly lit room, desperate for something… anything… that could help her. Her gaze fell back to the canister, still half-full of water. Maybe, despite the pain, if I can just take a few more sips, it might provide the strength I need. Summoning the last shreds of determination, she reached for it, her hoof trembling as she brought it to her lips once more.
This time, she took smaller, gentle sips, feeling the cool liquid settle in her stomach. Water coursed through her and she focused on the sensation, grounding herself in its refreshment. Closing her eyes, she allowed the coolness to wash over her, battling the encroaching hopelessness.
This is not the end. The words were a lifeline thrown into choppy waters, instilling in her a reason to push through the pain. With each careful sip, she envisioned not just survival but a journey forward.
Cautiously, she set the canister down and took a moment to breathe. Leaning against the cold metal of the locker, she wiped the blood from her mouth and steadied herself, forcing her stance to be a little taller. She was still here, still fighting. Whatever had happened to her, she would uncover the truth that lay ahead.
In her panic, the alicorn finally took a moment to observe her surroundings. The flickering ceiling lights dangled precariously, casting erratic shadows across the room. The walls were marred with dents and scorch marks, bearing witness to a violent past. Her gaze swept down to the floor, which was horrifyingly covered in corpses and spattered with blood; she dared not look closely at them, afraid of what she might see.
As she tried to steady her racing heart, her attention was drawn to an unfamiliar object lying nearby. Its sleek, metallic form shimmered in the dim light, catching her curiosity despite her fear. Instinctively, she reached for it, hoping it might hold some clue to her predicament. But as her hoof closed around the object, she inadvertently triggered it.
A sudden whoosh filled the air as a bright laser blast erupted from the device, streaking toward the wall and leaving behind a blackened scorch mark. Startled, the alicorn dropped the object, her heart leaping into her throat. The sound of the blast echoed ominously in the confined space, reverberating with the silence around her and further deepening her sense of dread.
What have I done? she thought, her body tense with adrenaline. The world felt more chaotic than ever and she struggled to keep her thoughts from spiraling into despair. Desperation clawed at her, but amid the turmoil, a flicker of resolve ignited within her. Whatever had happened here, she needed to find a way out and understand the truth of her situation before it consumed her completely.
The alicorn surveyed her surroundings once more, the metallic tang of blood still lingering on her tongue as she felt the warm liquid trickle down from her muzzle. With a heavy heart, she wrapped her hoof around the canister, shutting the lid closed with a resigned click, noting that the precious fluid inside was nearly gone.
Her gaze drifted back to the locker, the only other item within catching her attention. A flash of sadness hit her as she approached it, her eyes landing on a torn and bloody letter. The rest of its message was obscured, marred by a blotchy hoofprint, but she could still make out the beginning.
“Hey Stormburst, you are going to come back to see your daughter, right? She misses you,” it read, the words tugging painfully at her heartstrings. The name, Stormburst, resonated within her, stirring a sense of familiarity and loss that she couldn’t place.
As she stood there, the combination of fear, confusion and an aching yearning for reconnection washed over her. Who was this daughter? Where was she? The longing embedded in the letter reverberated through her, amplifying her urgency to find answers. At that moment, the alicorn resolved that she wouldn’t just survive; she would uncover the truth behind this cryptic message and discover the bonds that had been lost.
With renewed determination, she steadied herself, focusing on the path ahead. Whatever awaited her, she was ready to face it, fueled by the hope of reuniting with the missing piece of her past.
Turning around, her heart sank and she stood frozen, staring at the lifeless body of the pony sprawled a hoof step or two away. The once-vibrant sky-blue coat was now dulled, matted in patches, and a white mane—once fluffy and proud—lay tangled on the cold floor. The pony’s eyes, once bright with a spark of life, were now dull and glassy, fixed in a gaze that seemed to reach out towards her, no not her, the locker. She felt an overwhelming wave of sorrow wash over her.
The air hung heavy with silence, amplifying the sound of her breath as she glanced at the ajar locker nearby. It dawned on her that the bloody note nestled within was not just a piece of paper; it was a tether to the past, a connection to a life once vibrantly lived.
As her hooves brushed against the edges of the note, a chilling realization struck her. The body before her hadn’t just fallen—their last desperate act had been a reach for this very note. They had fought to grasp it, and in her frantic search, she had inadvertently moved what could be assumed to be Stormburst’s body further away from that final connection. The weight of her actions settled heavily on her shoulders; she had disrupted the scene of their struggle, obscuring the last moments of a life filled with hope and determination.
Her breath caught in her throat as she recalled the hazy image of what could be assumed to be. Stormburst’s outstretched hoof, reaching out toward the note. Guilt surged through her veins.
Had they been hoping to recover something precious long lost to them? The thought gripped her with anguish. She had pulled them away from what they had desperately sought.
A tear slipped from her eye, tracing a warm path down her cheek before falling to the floor. It landed softly on the cold ground, mingling with the blood that had once spilled from her mouth, a stark reminder that had unfolded. The scene felt unbearably bleak.
With trembling hooves, she slowly knelt beside the fallen pony.
“I didn’t mean to…” she whispered, her voice barely more than a breath. It hung in the air, the weight of her regret palpable.
Taking a step back, she bowed her head in respect, her heart heavy with the realization of how pivotal those final moments had been.
With that vow in her heart, she steeled herself for the task ahead. She felt a deep connection to the lifeless form before her, and understood that transcended words born from guilt. A Promise that she would uncover the truth of what had happened and make amends for her selfish actions. Stormburst’s story would not be forgotten. I am very sorry for my selfish actions, I might have known you. I disrespected your body, and now I gotta make this right to feel better. Damnit
Wiping the tears away with her hooves, she felt the grime cling to her fur. The dust and sticky liquid that had collected stained her once-pristine hooves, a grim reminder of the chaos that surrounded her. Looking down, her mane hung in disarray, streaked with a disturbing mix of dried blood, tube fluid and a viscous substance that felt foreign to her. Each movement sent chills coursing through her, a sensation too intimate and unsettling.
As if to further intensify the discomfort of her messy situation, the fluids dripped slowly from her hooves, pooling at her feet and mixing with the already present blood on the ground. It created a grotesque tapestry of loss, chaos, and an overwhelming sense of dread. The sharp metallic scent, once familiar, now overwhelmed her senses, making her stomach churn.
Amid the carnage, she felt a wave of uncertainty wash over her, a suffocating doubt that clawed at her mind. How did it come to this? Why was she here, surrounded by the remnants of something tragic and irreversible? Her heart raced, thudding heavily in her chest, each beat echoing her growing anxiety. She took a deep breath, trying to center herself, but the stench, the chaos—it invaded her thoughts, leaving her feeling vulnerable and exposed.
The alicorn turned in place, searching through the haze for any clue as to what had happened. It felt as if the ground beneath her had shifted, leaving her disoriented and alone. She could almost hear the whispers of the past mingling with the echoes of the present, urging her to remember, to understand.
With a trembling resolve, she took a hesitant step forward, bracing herself against the weight of the world around her. She had to uncover the truth, no matter how grisly it might be. This was about more than just her self-discovery; it was about confronting the shadows that haunted her, the memories that lay tangled and buried beneath the murky evidence of what had transpired. And somewhere within that darkness, she hoped to find a glimmer of understanding—a way to reclaim not just her past, but her very essence…
To add yet another complication to this increasingly difficult situation, the alicorn noticed that the whites were marred by angry, engorged veins that snaked across her gaze. Each blink felt like a strike against her resolve, the burning sensation reminiscent of hot embers dancing behind her eyelids. The tears that had once flowed freely now clawed at her spirit, leaving behind traces of salt and despair that only heightened her sense of vulnerability.
Her other senses awakened to the crushing weight of her surroundings; the sensation of the sticky fluid caked on her hooves felt repugnant, the harsh metallic stench hung thick in the air, clinging to her like a heavy fog and the oppressive atmosphere pressed down on her, invading her thoughts. With every new disquieting detail, her mounting discomfort grew exponentially, each element a pinprick to her already frayed nerves. It was as if every little thing conspired to push her closer to the brink, threatening to shatter the delicate balance she fought so hard to maintain.
A tight knot formed in her stomach, a breeding ground for the anxiety that churned within her. The world around her felt chaotic and unpredictable, a swirling tempest of shadows and noise that sent her heart racing in tandem with her spiraling thoughts. The pounding in her chest echoed like a war drum, resounding with a primal call to fight or flee. She felt a surge of energy racing through her veins—a desire to scream, to claw at the faceless horrors lurking just beyond her immediate grasp.
Yet, even as despair threatened to drown her, a flicker of determination ignited deep within her core. She realized, buried beneath the chaos and confusion, that she had a choice. To succumb to the suffocating despair or to rise and confront the shadows that writhed around her. She inhaled deeply, filling her lungs with the acrid air, and closed her eyes for an instant, grounding herself in the present.
With every breath, she focused on releasing that tension, allowing her shoulders to relax and her jaw to unclench. It was a feat of will—the kind of conscious control that felt foreign yet necessary. As she released the tight grip of anxiety in her limbs, she visualized each muscle loosening, melting away the invisible chains that bound her. She could feel the warmth of her body returning, the blood flowing more freely as the rigidity gave way to a soft, buoyant energy.
Each exhalation seemed to wash over her like a gentle wave, soothing the jagged edges of her discontent. She followed the rhythm, inhaling strength and clarity, exhaling doubt and fear. The frantic tempo of her heartbeat gradually slowed, settling into a steadiness that provided a comforting backdrop to the tempest of thoughts swirling in her mind.
With this newfound awareness coursing through her, she redirected her focus away from what threatened to pull her under. Instead, she wrapped her thoughts around the flickering flame of determination that still burned within her. The situation remained daunting, yes, but she felt lighter, more capable. As if shedding a heavy coat that had weighed her down, she stood taller, her posture no longer one of panic but of purpose.
After what felt like an eternity spent in the previous room, she found herself in a different space, one that contrasted sharply with the oppressive confines she had just left. This new room was larger, though the stark walls and cold, industrial design still evoked an eerie ambiance. The air felt stale, heavy with the scent of dust and neglect, but it was more spacious than its predecessor—allowing her to stretch her wings, a small comfort amidst the mounting unease.
As she ventured further, she took note of the jagged edges of the walls and the vacant windows, some cracked, others completely boarded up. The light that filtered through, subdued and gray, played tricks upon her senses, casting long shadows that seemed to shift and breathe with a life of their own. Her hooves echoed softly on the worn floor panels, a reminder that she was alone in this expansive silence, though the emptiness was far from comforting.
Her eyes darted around the room, absorbing every detail, every nook and cranny that might hide a clue to the strange happenings she’d encountered. She located various remnants of furniture—broken chairs, splintered tables, and shattered glass—left in disarray, as if a sudden upheaval had swept through and scattered them like leaves in a storm. The chaos told a story of abandonment, but it also reignited the questions that gnawed at her mind.
What had transpired here? How many souls had passed through this place, and who had come to put an end to their journey? The looming questions rattled around in her mind, growing sharper with each thought.
She explored, scanning the walls for signs of life, any indication that some pony had once called this place home. There were vestiges of faded photographs and peeling posters, the edges curling as if the memories etched within them longed to escape this prison of neglect. The images were wearied and ghostly—faces once full of life, now mere specters trapped in time.
Her gaze fell upon a door at the far end of the room, slightly ajar, a sliver of darkness beckoning her closer. The faint sound of dripping water echoed from within, a rhythmic pulse that seemed to sync with her heartbeat. Taking a deep breath, she moved toward it, each step tinged with a mix of trepidation and determination. She needed answers, and whatever lay behind that door held the potential to uncover the truth.
Pushing the door open, she stepped into a smaller, more intimate space. The atmosphere shifted immediately—it was colder here, the shadows deeper.
Her eyes adjusted to the dim light, and just as she took a cautious step forward, she misjudged the height of the room and smacked her head against the low ceiling. A muffled groan escaped her lips as she staggered back, rubbing her forehead in annoyance. But as she lifted her hoof to soothe the throbbing ache, it collided painfully with the ceiling again, reinforcing the cramped nature of the space.
"Of course," she muttered to herself, irritation lacing her voice. The room’s low roof seemed to close in even more, the shadows pressing down around her as if mocking her misstep. She took a deep breath, trying to shake off the moment of clumsiness, but the sting in her head only added to her growing frustration.
The cramped space around her felt stifling, the walls barely allowing room for her to move. It added an odd sensation of vulnerability, as though each scuff and bump against her surroundings was another reminder of her isolation. Shaking her head to clear the fog, she forced herself to focus on the symbols that adorned the walls, trying to ignore the throbbing in her skull.
She blinked several times, allowing her eyes to adjust to the dim light that filtered through the cracked window. Shadows loomed, casting an eerie ambiance throughout the room, but slowly, details began to emerge from the darkness. When her vision cleared, one particular object drew her attention: a poster clinging to the wall.
She stepped closer, curiosity piqued. The poster depicted a mare, her coat a deep, midnight blue, standing with an air of regality. The crescent moon emblazoned on her flank seemed to pulse with a gentle glow. Wings unfurled gracefully from her sides, appearing almost weightless, giving the mare an ethereal presence. This poster was astonishingly pristine, the colors vibrant and bold, untouched by the dust and decay that surrounded it.
It felt surreal to witness such clarity in a place that had clearly been forgotten by time. The rich blues melded seamlessly with silvers, each hue reflecting the light that permeated the room. The intricate details of her flowing mane seemed alive, as if they danced with an unearthly wind, and the mare's eyes, large and expressive, exuded wisdom and strength. They seemed to follow her, connecting them across the span of time.
The alicorn glanced left and right, ensuring she was alone in the dim room. The poster had captured her attention completely, its vibrant imagery almost pulling her into its world. With a tilt of her head, she leaned in closer to read the text that arched boldly across the top.
To the Lunar Republic, serve for Equestria today to stop the zebra menace! The words echoed in her mind, stirring a mix of emotions—curiosity, concern, and a sense of urgency. The Lunar Republic? A call to action? It felt like a rallying cry from a time long past, yet surprisingly relevant in its tone.
Her eyes widened as she absorbed the implication of the message. The phrase ‘stop the zebra menace’ ignited a series of questions. What had transpired between Equestria and the zebras? Had fear and misunderstanding fostered division? What the fuck happened here? So many damned questions…I hardly feel any closer to a conclusion. Does this even involve me? She thought to herself.
The alicorn approached the wall with deliberate calm, her hoof extending to the edge of the poster. The worn paper felt delicate beneath her touch, a remnant of history that stirred a quiet respect within her. She took a moment to absorb the imagery of Luna, elegant and powerful, her presence immortalized in vibrant colors that spoke of a time steeped in both beauty and conflict.
With gentle care, the alicorn began peeling the poster away from the wall, her movements measured and precise. The atmosphere around her was thick with memories, and she could almost hear the echoes of voices from the past—reverberations of a struggle that had shaped the very fabric of her world. As she extracted the poster, the dim light flickered, capturing the hues in a new luminescence that momentarily stole her breath.
Holding the poster firmly in her hoof, she stepped back, gazing at it with a mix of reverence and determination. The calm resolve within her deepened as she considered the significance of what she now held. This was not just an artifact; it was a symbol of a legacy, a connection to a past rich with lessons waiting to be uncovered.
As she turned to leave the room, she could feel the weight of expectation resting heavily on her shoulders—not a weight of anxiety, but a solemn responsibility. The path ahead was uncertain, filled with questions that demanded answers. Her hooves moved steadily across the floor, each step echoing with purpose rather than urgency.
As she methodically rolled the poster, the colorful image of the alicorn transformed from a sprawling display to a compact tube, the beauty of the artwork now safely contained. Once rolled up, she used her hooves to hold it tightly in place while tucking it under her wing, looking for a way to secure it.
The alicorn stood in the center of the dimly lit room, taking in her surroundings with a mix of curiosity and determination. Shadows danced across the walls, revealing hints of forgotten belongings shrouded in dust. Ancient tapestries adorned the walls, their colors muted but still rich with stories of a time long past. The air was thick with an aura of mystery, and the faint aroma of old parchment mingled with the palpable sense of history.
With a gentle flick of her ears, the alicorn turned her head to scan the room more thoroughly. Her striking eyes swept across the eclectic collection of artifacts that surrounded her. A weathered globe, a stack of brittle tomes, and curiosities that hinted at arcane knowledge caught her attention. Yet, amid this treasure trove of relics, one object stood out: a terminal sitting against the far wall.
Drawn to it, she stepped forward, her hooves echoing softly against the stone floor. The terminal seemed both out of place and oddly familiar; its surface was cluttered with buttons and switches, while a screen flickers erratically, casting an eerie glow in the otherwise shadowy room. Intrigued, she leaned closer, her breath shallow with anticipation.
As if sensing her presence, the screen suddenly brightened, illuminating her features in a soft light. Words came into focus: "Welcome back, Petrichor." The name sent a jolt through her, a resonance within that she couldn’t quite grasp. What was Petrichor? What connection did it have to her?
The alicorn's wings fluttered slightly as she contemplated the message, the warmth of purpose stirring within her. This room, with its myriad secrets, was now alive with possibilities. She felt an urge to unravel the mysteries this terminal held—answers perhaps tied to her own identity. With renewed determination, she prepared to delve deeper, ready to explore the depths of the enigma before her.
After seeing the strange greeting, the alicorn took a moment to absorb the information displayed before her. Several names were listed on the screen, each neatly organized in its own tab, including Petrichor. Other names like Storm Burst, Fallon, JesterLet, Magnetopause, Angina, Krypton, and Anaemia appeared in stark contrast to her own. The sheer number of names overwhelmed her, each one a new thread in a tangled web of mystery.
She focused intently on the screen, trying to decipher its meaning. Was this some kind of roll call? A list of individuals connected to her somehow? The questions tumbled through her mind like autumn leaves caught in a whirlwind, each one leading her closer to the truth. Did any of these names resonate with her? Every name felt like a whisper from the past, echoing faintly yet tantalizingly just out of reach.
Petrichor was the only name she felt a flicker of recognition for. Something about it stirred deep within her, an instinctive awareness that begged her to explore further. But what about the others? Did Storm Burst or Fallon have significance? Were they allies, foes, or mere names forgotten in time? Her unusual red and blue eyes reflected a kaleidoscope of emotions—curiosity, trepidation.
Taking a deep breath, she recalled faint memories that flitted just beyond her consciousness. The feelings of camaraderie, challenges faced, or perhaps battles fought—all blurred yet vivid.
With a steadying breath, she extended a hoof and selected the tab. The screen shifted, revealing new information that might finally unveil the significance of her name and the roles of those around her. Determined, she read on, ready to unravel the tapestry of her past and uncover the truths intertwined with her identity.
Upon pressing yet another button on the terminal, the alicorn was greeted with a message that her file seemed to be deleted. This only made her more confused, as if she were being denied access to information about herself. She felt a rising sense of desperation and anxiety as she struggled to remember anything about who Petrichor was, why was that name familiar? She wracked her brain, trying to recall her name, as well, but all that came to mind was a name that had a familiar ring to it, a name that felt like it was just out of reach.
Seeing that all of her attempts to access other files only resulted in their deletion, a spark of anger ignited inside the alicorn. Her heart raced with frustration; the barrier between her and the truths she desperately sought only seemed to grow thicker. “Why won’t you let me remember?” she muttered, the words barely contained within her.
With a sense of desperation, she began to frantically press button after button on the terminal, replaying the sting of failure with each click. Each attempt felt like a futile struggle against an unseen force, as most of the files she sought were either void, erased, or entirely inaccessible. The glowing screen taunted her, an infuriating reminder of her elusive past.
Just as she was about to lose hope, a glint of light caught her eye. In the midst of the chaotic array of tabs, there was one file still available for her to access, the one labeled “Stormburst.” Her gaze fixated on it, and a chill ran down her spine. “Stormburst… Why does that sound familiar?” she whispered, suddenly a wave of recognition crashing over her.
The name hit her like a thunderbolt. Stormburst was the pony whose lifeless body lay in the other room, the once-vibrant soul now silenced. Memories flickered in and out of her consciousness, tinged with an unsettling blend of familiarity and loss. She felt a tug of connection, an aching realization of the bond she might have shared with this pony.
With her hoof hovering over the button, she hesitated, caught between sorrow and curiosity. Did this file hold answers about how Stormburst had met her tragic end? Or would it unveil painful truths about her own past she was not prepared to confront? Part of her ached to learn more, while another part whispered caution, urging her to tread carefully.
Slowly she inhaled and pressed the button to open the file entitled 'Stormburst.' As the screen loaded, a text message popped up, drawing her full attention.
Reading the words, her heart sank. The message was brief, yet it carried a heavy weight of sorrow and finality.
The alicorn blinked at the message, feeling a wave of profound sadness wash over her, seeping into her very core. "Hey Stormburst! Your daughter misses you! When are you going to come home?"
A daughter? The realization struck her hard, like a sudden chill in the air, and she felt a knot form in her stomach as she read on, each word becoming heavier. This wasn’t merely a message; it was a lifeline to a life that had been stripped away too soon.
"You work such long hours over there in 375." The alicorn’s chest tightened as she contemplated the sacrifices Stormburst had made, laboring away in the confines of her duties, unknowingly neglecting the heartbeat of her family. This realization filled her with a deep sense of regret, as she grappled with the awareness that the cost of those responsibilities had robbed a child of her mother's presence.
"She's turning 5 soon." Five years—a lifetime for a child—and Stormburst hadn’t been part of those precious moments. The thought hollowed her, making it hard to breathe as she absorbed the weight of that absence. The alicorn felt a profound ache within her, an empathetic sorrow that expanded with each passing moment.
"SweetHeart and LoveHeart love you." Each line resonated with both longing and an aching sense of loss, illuminating a bond that felt both foreign and intimately close.
With each click, she felt the weight of her anxiety rise. To her dismay and mounting frustration, nothing else of substance emerged. The text appeared to abruptly end with the last message she had read, leaving her feeling suspended in uncertainty, like a ship lost at sea.
Exhaustion washed over her like a heavy blanket, and with a deep sigh, she let her head hang low, the burden of newfound revelations pressing down upon her. She struggled to process the information, her thoughts swirling around like leaves caught in a gust of wind, elusive and disordered. The mixture of grief and vulnerability enveloped her, dulling her senses as she grappled with the implications of the words she had just read.
In the quiet of the room, a warm tear slipped from her eye, trailing down her cheek, unexpected and unwelcome. Startled, the alicorn instinctively raised her hoof to wipe it away, only to realize that several tears had followed in silent procession, cascading down her face in a poignant testament to her emotional struggle. She brushed her hoof against her skin, feeling the warmth of her sorrow lingering there, a tangible reminder of the turmoil brewing within.
The revelation about Stormburst’s daughter and the life she had writhed under brought a weighty silence to her thoughts, each question sharper than the last. How could a mother, burdened by duty, create such a profound distance in her daughter's life? The questions gnawed at her, relentless and heavy. It was as if she could sense the cries of a little girl echoing in the stillness, a haunting melody of longing that melded with her own deep sorrow.
Yet even amidst the turmoil, a flicker of resolve ignited within her. She brushed away her tears and refocused on the monitor, determined not to let despair cloud her purpose. She scanned the interface anew, her gaze sweeping across the screen, searching for any scraps of information that might offer clarity about her current circumstances— what if about the life Stormburst had led and how her fate intertwined with her own.
"What else can I find?" she murmured softly, her voice barely more than a whisper in the stillness that surrounded her. The feeling of isolation weighed heavily, yet in that solitude, she found a peculiar sense of solidarity with the family left behind. Each moment spent seeking answers reaffirmed her resolve to uncover the truth, to piece together the fragmented life that remained in the wake of such overwhelming loss and perhaps in doing so, offer a glimmer of comfort to the daughter who had once cherished the fleeting presence of her mother.
She blinked, coming to a startling realization: the steady drip of blood from her mouth had ceased. The open wound within her must have finally stopped bleeding, leaving behind a stinging reminder of her turmoil. It was a small reprieve, yet it transformed the moment, she simply struggled, she didn’t have time to question the hows or why’s.
Suddenly, the alicorn's search was rudely interrupted as the terminal blared an automated warning, its voice echoing sharply in the otherwise quiet room. "Power failure in 5 seconds," it announced, sending a jolt of adrenaline through her veins. Panic seized her as she grappled with the reality of the situation, her mind racing with uncertainty.
She began pressing buttons frantically, each click a desperate attempt to silence the blaring warning. "Stop! Stop!" she shouted, rasping and coughing. Her voice barely rises above the cacophony of alarms, but to no avail. The mechanical voice continued its countdown, indifferent to her mounting dread. Every second felt like a lifetime as adrenaline flooded her system, drowning her in a tide of fear.
As the seconds ticked away, the walls around her felt like they were closing in. She scanned the dimly lit terminal for any glimmer of hope, a way to escape the impending disaster. Would the lights go out? Would the very air around her diminish, leaving her gasping in darkness? The thought sent her heart racing anew and she forced herself to take a shaky breath, striving to think clearly amidst the chaos in her mind.
"What do I do?" she muttered, her voice trembling as panic continued to mount. Her thoughts were tangled and frantic. The fear of dying alone in this cold, mechanical chamber overwhelmed her.
Desperately, she rounded the terminal, searching for anything. Was there a switch she had missed? A backup power source? As the countdown reached two seconds, she flicked at every lever and button, her heart racing against the ticking clock.
The power countdown reached zero and the alicorn shut her eyes tightly, bracing herself for an end she had feared since the moment the warning had blared through the terminal. Darkness enveloped the room, thick and suffocating, as a chilling silence wrapped around her like a shroud. For a few moments, she was suspended in a void, suspended between hope and despair, her heart racing in anticipation of an inevitable fate.
In her panic in the darkness she dropped the poster.
Time seemed to stretch into eternity before she finally mustered the courage to open her eyes again. To her relief, the familiar contours of the room materialized in the dim light, but she was met with a sight both unsettling and strangely comforting: the backup power had kicked in, casting the space in a strange red glow. The room was washed in crimson, the shadows stretching unnaturally along the walls.
Still shaken by the harrowing experience, she took a moment to steady herself, her breath coming in shaky gasps. The palpable fear of death lingered in her mind, a haunting reminder, but a part of her was inexplicably relieved to be alive. She would continue to uncover the truth.
However, beneath the eerie ambiance, a new sound tugged at her attention—a grinding noise resonating from somewhere beyond her sight. It was a sound she had not heard before, a low, mechanical rumble that seemed to reverberate through the very walls. Tension prickled at her senses, making her aware of an unseen presence stirring in the shadows.
Curiosity mixed with trepidation as she stepped cautiously toward the source of the noise. With each step, the grinding grew louder, echoing like some ancient beast awakening from a long slumber. What was happening? Was something unlocking, or was it a warning of yet another danger?
Peering carefully into the dimness, she squinted to make out the details. The oppressive red glow pulsated there, illuminating fragments of machinery long forgotten—broken panels, scattered tools, and shattered glass that crunched under her hooves, careful not to cut herself. The air felt heavy, pregnant with secrets that hung solemnly in the silence, interrupted only by the relentless drip of water echoing from somewhere deep within the dark recesses of the room.
Her heart thudded quietly as she leaned closer, her ears perked and alert. It was then that she noticed a fleeting shadow flitting just beyond the doorway—the flicker of movement that sent a chill crawling down her spine. A pulse of instinct urged her to retreat, but curiosity pinned her in place.
With resolve steeling her limbs, she turned back to the way behind her, turning her head back around. Glancing at the barred entrance before she took a deep breath. “No turning back,” she muttered under her breath, coaxing herself into action. She stepped forward past the opened barred gate.
Then she pushed against the door, the metal groaning in protest. It began to yield slightly, and the sound of the bars rattling against their frames echoed ominously.
“Just a little more…” she whispered to herself, her focus steady as she concentrated fully on this task.
With a sharp clang, the door broke free from the rusted lock that had held it in place, swinging outward with a metallic screech. She was triumphant but in her hubris she slipped forward and fell. She laid there groaning “Ow… fuck, that was dumb…” She rasped, cause she fell on her stomach and began catching her breath, she looked ahead. Beyond the threshold lay a dimly lit corridor, the faint sound of dripping water echoing softly in the distance. Shadows danced along the walls, waiting to envelop her in darkness.
The alicorn hesitated for a moment, caught between the oppressive atmosphere behind her and the beckoning unknown ahead. Gathering her courage, she rose to her hooves and stepped through the doorway and turned her head to the left.
To her astonishment, she saw that the bars of an adjacent doorway were open, the metal glinting invitingly in the flickering light. It was as if the room had shifted, granting her an unexpected passage. A thrill of uncertainty coursed through her—what lay beyond that doorway? Was it a means of escape, or another trap waiting to ensnare her?
Taking a cautious step toward the now-open bars, she scanned the area, her heart pounding as her instincts screamed both for her to investigate and to be wary of the looming shadows. The allure of the unknown pulled at her, and with a deep breath, she prepared to venture further, drawn to the possibilities that lay ahead.
As she ventured deeper into the corridor, the grinding sound she had heard before dulled into a distant echo, replaced by the sounds of her hoofsteps striking the cold floor. The walls felt damp beneath her touch, and she noticed small flickers of glowing fungi dotting the surfaces, illuminating the path ahead with an eerie bioluminescence that pushed back the shadows.
Turning a corner, she felt a sudden draft that sent a shiver down her spine. It brushed against her, as if urging her to go further. The corridor opened up into a larger chamber, and as she stepped inside, she was met with a sight that stole her breath away.
The room was vast, filled with strange machinery and remnants of whatever experiments had taken place here. Broken glass and wires lay strewn about, evidence of a hasty evacuation or a catastrophic failure. In the center of the room stood a large console, its screen flickering erratically, displaying lines of code and cryptic messages.
Drawn to the console, she approached with caution. Her magical intuition sensed that this might hold the key to understanding the secrets of this forsaken facility. She studied the interface and her heart sank as she deciphered the phrases: "Power surge," "Containment breach," "Evacuation protocol activated."
Stepping cautiously closer to the terminal, the alicorn scanned the flickering screen. The once erratic display gradually stabilized, revealing rows of text alongside graphical interfaces that detailed the inner workings of the stable. There was a multitude of data just waiting to be unraveled.
She examined the buttons and controls, trying to make sense of their layout. The screen shifted rapidly, showcasing streams of information—a collection of logs, protocols and annotations. She focused intently, hoping it would provide answers about this forsaken place.
The first log she scrutinized was marked “Stable Overview.” It explained that the stable was designed for research and containment of entities and phenomena deemed too volatile for the outside world. The alicorn noted the implications of being in a place dedicated to studying extraordinary and potentially dangerous forces.
Next, she examined a subsection labeled “Incident Reports.” Her curiosity piqued as she read through accounts of various containment procedures and experiments. She noted how certain tests had resulted in unforeseen complications, requiring quick thinking and resourcefulness from the researchers. The logs documented the challenges faced in handling unpredictable entities and the rigorous measures taken to ensure stability within the stable.
One entry stood out, titled ’Recent Status Updates.’ She skimmed through notes mentioning a system showing signs of wear, along with warnings about power levels dipping dangerously low.
Shifting her focus to a design schematic, she followed the lines and diagrams illustrating the layout of the stable. Several areas had been marked as offline, which explained the flickering lights and sporadic sounds she had encountered.
An options tab labeled “Initiate lockdown” appeared, prompting her to think critically. Activating it could potentially stabilize the stable's functions, ensuring that vital systems remained intact. However, it could also mean trapping herself within.
Weighing her options, she considered the risk. The alicorn needed to make a decision that could affect not just her, but the future of the stable itself. With resolve, she prepared to commit to her choice, hoping it would pave the way for a solution.
She decided to leave it alone, feeling uncertain about the implications of activating the lockdown. The alicorn weighed the potential risks and benefits in her mind, realizing that activating the system could lead to outcomes she couldn’t foresee. The thought of being trapped was daunting enough, but she worried about the possibility of triggering other unintended consequences that might jeopardize her safety further.
Taking a step back from the terminal, she paused to gather her thoughts. The flickering lights and the low hum of machinery served as a reminder that she was not far from danger; she had already seen signs of instability. She understood that sometimes, the best course of action was to observe and gather more information before making a decision.
Resolute in her choice, she carefully turned away from the console, opting to explore other parts of the stable. She hoped that by navigating the environment further, she might uncover more clues that could help her understand the situation and perhaps offer a safer path forward. With cautious determination.
Looking around, she noticed a tube that looked remarkably similar to hers, filled with a vibrant royal blue substance,with a label attached to it. It was slightly faded, however the name ‘Blue’ was clearly legible. This caused her to tilt her head in confusion, as it did not help explain what was going on here. She looked around and spotted something else on the tube. There was a section of the label that was completely illegible. Curious, she tried to make out the contents, but it was impossible to read, and her eyes struggled to focus. She needed more information.
Determined to uncover the truth, she glanced around the room, scanning for anything that might provide more context. Her gaze landed on a small storage cabinet tucked away in a shadowy corner. It looked old and worn, the door ajar slightly. With a quick step over, she opened it further and began to sift through the contents inside.
Among the dusty vials and old laboratory tools, she discovered a folder with documents that seemed more intact than the rest. She pulled it out and flipped it open, eager to see what secrets it might hold. The pages were filled with meticulous notes about the blue substance, detailing its properties and various experiments conducted on it.
Her eyes widened as she read about its effects—it was capable of inducing hallucinations and heightening cognitive abilities in subjects, but it also wielded severe side effects, including erratic behavior and psychological strain. The alarming nature of the substance sent a shiver down her spine.
The notes indicated that the compound was highly unstable, raising her concern even further. Whoever had worked with it had stepped into dangerous territory and she couldn't shake the feeling that this place might hold even more lurking threats.
The alicorn pondered the mysterious blue fluid, she employed a methodical process of elimination, attempting to piece together the fragments of her existence. The blue substance, contained within the tube, held an undeniable connection to her. The label stated ‘blue.’ If that was true, then perhaps her name was indeed ‘Blue.’
It felt like a stretch; after all, names didn’t typically stem from mere labels. But given her current circumstances—confusion reigning in a strange place—it seemed to be the most plausible explanation. She clung to that thought as a potential anchor in her quest for identity.
If it had the potential to induce hallucinations and heighten cognitive abilities, what had that meant for her? Did it mean she was enhanced or altered in some way? Perhaps her very essence was tied to the blue fluid and her identity held significance beyond just a simple name.
Once she had gathered her bearings and calmed her racing heart, the alicorn closed her eyes for a moment, allowing herself to take a deep breath. The persistent, red glow enveloping her felt both ominous and surreal, making it difficult to orient herself. She focused on her thoughts, grounding herself in the present.
I am Blue, she reminded herself, acknowledging the name that had begun to feel like a part of her identity. I am here to understand what has happened to me and who I truly am. Replaying her thoughts about the mysterious tube and the blue fluid, she felt a mix of curiosity and trepidation about the answers that awaited her.
Blue stepped outside of the room. With a clearer mind, scanning her surroundings once more. The corridor stretched before her, dimly lit but revealing enough of its nature to guide her. The walls were lined with strange markings and the air was thick with a sense of history.
I need to find answers, she thought, setting her resolve. She stepped forward cautiously, her hoofsteps echoing softly in the silence. The corridor twisted and turned and the alicorn found herself lost in her thoughts about the purpose of this place. Was it a facility for research? Experimentation? Or perhaps a gateway to something extraordinary?
Her throat felt dry as she croaked out a weak "Hello?" The word echoed back to her, sounding almost foreign in the silence that enveloped her. Coughing lightly, she winced at the discomfort in her throat. What the hell is wrong with me? she thought, still feeling that annoying parched sensation clawing at her insides.
In a moment of frustration, she smacked her forehead lightly, a gesture of disbelief. Fuck, I dropped the water...I should’ve taken it, she cursed silently, shaking her head at her own carelessness.
With the sting of irritation fading, she steeled herself, recognizing that dwelling on her mistake wouldn’t help. Alright, I can’t let this stop me, she thought, pushing her worries aside. I need to figure out where I am, what I am and what the hell happened. Her mind was a whirlwind of unanswered questions and disjointed memories.
The dim, flickering lights of the corridor cast eerie shadows on the cold metal walls as she took a deep breath, filling her lungs with the faint, sterile smell of the place. Each step felt charged with urgency as she moved forward, recalling the strange machinery and those fleeting, shadowy figures that had made her heart race with fear. Had she really seen them, or was it merely a trick of the light?
This is insane, she thought to herself, determination flaring up like a flame. Behind her, the water canister she had dropped lingered in her mind, but the desire to move forward overwhelmed any second-guessing. There’s gotta be something here that explains what’s going on.
As she ventured deeper into the corridor, the faint hum of machines resonated through the walls, a steady reminder of the otherworldly nature surrounding her. This place was alive with energy, but she felt utterly alone. The sterile atmosphere sent chills down her spine, amplifying the fear that thrummed beneath her resolve.
With each determined stride, her heart raced and her senses heightened. She passed doors that were partially ajar, the darkness beyond them inviting yet ominous. One glance into a room revealed an array of strange equipment, screens flickering with static and charts filled with indecipherable data. “What the hell is all this?” she rasped to herself, curiosity battling the growing unease.
Time to uncover the truth, she thought, eyes steely with determination. She knew she had to press on, to face whatever mysteries awaited her. As she stepped further into the unknown, the silence wrapped around her like a thick blanket, but she welcomed it, ready to tackle whatever lay ahead.
Clenching her jaw, she stepped into the next room, heart pounding with a mix of fear and anticipation. Whatever answers she sought were waiting for her, and she would uncover them. Even if it meant delving into the strange darkness that loomed before her.
She stood frozen for a moment, the weight of her oversight settling heavily in her gut. The poster, vibrant and enigmatic, had seemed so trivial amidst the chaos of her departure, yet now it loomed in her mind like an unsolved puzzle.
With a sense of urgency, she hurried back to the small room where she had left it, careful to retrace her steps. The air felt thick with tension as she navigated the maze of dimly lit corridors. Each flicker of the fluorescent lights above sent shadows dancing, teasing her imagination with fleeting silhouettes that seemed to shift just beyond the corners of her vision.
When she reached the room. She quickly scanned the area, her eyes searching for the familiar edge of the poster. "Please, please be here," she muttered desperately.
She stumbled slightly, catching herself on the edge of the desk as she fought to regain her balance. A stark realization swept over her: the sticky fluid that coated the floor was unlike anything she had ever encountered. It glimmered under the faint light, reflecting hues of blue and violet, reminding her eerily of the poster’s intricate designs.
“What is this stuff?” Blue muttered to herself, her heart racing as she forced her gaze back to the desk. There, amidst the clutter of wires and another half-empty water canister, lay the forgotten poster. The vibrant colors stood out against the grimy surface, a stark reminder of her mission.
Gathering her resolve, she reached for the poster with her hoof, but as she did, she slipped again on the sticky floor, causing her to stumble once more. “Get it together,” she whispered, frustration bubbling beneath her determination. She lowered her head carefully this time, using the edge of the desk to steady herself and avoid another fall.
As she finally grasped the poster with a determined grip, she felt a strange sensation—a ripple in the air, as if something unseen was awakening around her. The symbols etched along the walls danced in her mind; they were calling to her. But what did they mean?
Gritting her teeth, she stood again, acutely aware of the squeaking noise her hooves made as they pulled away from the gooey substance. It was unnerving, but she didn’t have time to dwell on that.
Blue panted heavily, coughing from the strain of speaking and the exertion of rushing back to the room. Her throat was painfully dry, and the scratchiness in her mouth reminded her of her desperate need for more water. She was good for an hour but she’s feeling pain again. Her body felt exhausted, each movement a reminder of the sticky substance that gripped her hooves
“I might as well take that canister too,” she rasped, spotting the battered canister in the corner. With a quick motion, she picked it up, hoping it still contained some of its precious contents.
Tilting the canister to her lips, she drained the last of the cool liquid inside. Relief rushed through her as the water soothed her parched throat, but it was short-lived. She pulled the canister away, her heart sinking as she realized she had consumed the last of it.
“Just great,” she groaned, glancing around the room. The mix of frustration and worry settled heavily in her stomach. With no more water available, she felt the anxiety of survival creeping back in
Her gaze landed back on the blue substance pooling ominously on the floor. Could it provide some much needed hydration, or would it only lead to trouble? The thought sent a shiver down her spine, but she knew she had to make a choice.
With determination mixed with trepidation, she inched closer to the shimmering liquid, feeling drawn to it despite her doubts. “I need to take a risk,” Blue decided, her voice steadying as she approached the unknown.
Steeling herself, she dipped her hoof into the warm liquid. When she lifted it to her lips, she hesitated for only a moment before tasting it, hoping it would be the answer to her predicament. As the sweet liquid touched her tongue, a surge of energy coursed through her, eclipsing her previous fatigue in an instant.
“This is…incredible,” she whispered, both amazed and wary of the newfound vitality thrumming in her veins. She couldn't deny the urgency clawing at her.
The warm liquid coursed through her, Blue felt an unexpected wave of rejuvenation wash over her. The exhaustion that had weighed her down melted away, and the ache in her muscles seemed to evaporate. Confused, she couldn’t understand how this transformation had happened so quickly, but she didn’t have time to ponder it.
Urgently, she scooped up more of the blue liquid, her instincts pushing her to consume as much as she could. The taste was foreign, unlike anything she had ever experienced. It was sweet yet slightly tangy, a combination that both intrigued and delighted her palate.
I can’t place it, she thought, savoring the flavor as she gulped it down eagerly. It certainly tasted good and with each sip her strength surged back, revitalizing her spirit.
Blue paused for a moment, This could prove useful later, she thought, glancing at the now half-full canister in her hoof. With determination, she moved back to the shimmering pool, eager to gather more of the mysterious liquid.
Carefully, she inverted the canister removing the water near the pool, and then tilted it, dipping it into the warm, glowing substance. The blue liquid glided into the canister with ease, filling it to the brim. Watching it swirl inside, she marveled at how vibrant it looked, almost pulsing with energy.
Once she was satisfied with the amount, she secured the lid tightly, a sense of accomplishment washing over her. “Now I have a backup,” she assured herself, feeling confident by her foresight.
Peering around the room, she felt a renewed sense of clarity. With the canister safely filled and her body invigorated, she was ready to explore the mysteries that awaited her. “Whatever lies ahead, I can handle it,” Blue declared, her heart racing with anticipation as she stepped forward, ready to uncover the secrets hidden in this enchanting place.
Carefully, Blue maneuvered the filled canister towards her left forehoof, placing it neatly under it and close to her body, right next to the poster that was positioned beside her torso under her wing. It felt reassuring to have such a vital item secured by her side, especially with the uncertainty that loomed ahead.
With a wary gaze, she glanced outside into the main hallway. “I need to get back to where I was last,” she reminded herself, her resolve beginning to harden. The corridor beyond seemed dimly lit, stretching out in front of her, filled with shadows and potential dangers lurking just beyond her sight.
With one last look at the shimmering pool, Blue stepped confidently into the corridor. Determination fueled her as she began to retrace her steps, ready to uncover the answers waiting for her.
After squinting for a moment to adjust to the dim light, Blue finally managed to discern two distinct paths ahead, each marked with signs pointing to specific locations. The air felt thick with expectation as she contemplated her options, reading the labels carefully:Attention Personnel:
Please Follow Safety Procedures At All Times
Left Wing
1. Stable 375 Entrance
2. Overmares Office
3. Head of Security Quarters
4. Barracks
Right Wing
5. Storage
6. Testing Labs
7. General Sleeping Quarters
Each location held its own mysteries, and Blue’s mind raced with possibilities. The Barracks could be a place where she might find others—or perhaps allies. The Sleeping Quarters offered the chance for rest, but could also have very needed supplies, Well not that I need them, since this liquid seemed to give me the vitality to move forward. Blue thought to herself.
The Testing Labs sparked her curiosity; what experiments had been conducted there? Did they hold clues to the past? The Overmare’s Office was a tempting prospect, likely filled with important records and information. Storage could yield useful supplies, while the Main Door Entrance beckoned with the promise of freedom beyond these walls. Lastly, the Head Security Sleeping Quarters felt somewhat foreboding, but who knew what equipment or intel might be hidden there?
Blue observed all the signs, her breath hitching in her throat as she contemplated her next move. The Barracks seemed like a sensible starting point; it might house survivors or at least remnants of what had transpired. Yet, there was something unsettling in the air, an unshakable tension that made her hesitate.
As she looked down both directions, her heart tightened at the sight of the collapsed hallway ahead. Twisted metal and crumbling concrete littered the ground, mingling with the fallen debris that lay over the bodies of dead ponies. The scene was grim, a silent testament to the chaos that had once unfolded here. As she took in the desolation, feeling a rush of sorrow for lives lost and stories ended too soon.
Gritting her teeth, Blue steeled herself. She couldn't allow fear to paralyze her, not nowThis stuff I drank is making me feel less afraid… This shit is strange… Taking a deep breath, she turned her gaze back towards the sign marking the Barracks. If there were any survivors or useful information to be found, she might discover it there.
With a resolute nod, she chose her path and began to tread toward the Barracks. Each step was careful, her senses alert to any signs of movement or danger. She had to find the strength to face whatever lay ahead, for the answers she sought were buried within this resting ground of memories and loss.
Blue’s gaze swept across the left wing, noticing signs of struggle littering the floor—upturned furniture, marks on the walls and the faintest smudges of what could have been blood. Each detail painted a chilling picture of the chaos that had once unfolded here. The remnants of a confrontation lingered in the atmosphere, a palpable reminder of the horrors tied to this place.
However, as Blue took a deeper breath, she noted the stale air around her was different; it lacked the pungent, rotting flesh smell that had permeated the room she had emerged from. While this subtle change indicated she might be distancing herself from immediate danger, a glimmer of cautious optimism barely penetrated her burgeoning sense of dread.
What if danger was merely lurking just out of sight? What if I'm walking into a trap or stepping into the territory of whatever had claimed this place? I can't ignore the gravity of the situation
Remembering her purpose, she decided to move with both caution and resolve.
Blue moved close to the doorway on her left and observed a broken sensor, its cracked casing and flickering light suggesting it had once been part of a system designed to control access. With a scowl of determination, she grabbed the two items from her wing and set them down on the ground, eyeing the door with a mix of frustration and caution.
“Great, just what I need,” she muttered, her gaze narrowing at the rusty handle. This wasn’t going to be easy. She thought, gripping the handle and twisting it with all her might…but the door didn’t budge. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” she huffed, annoyance washing over her.
Stepping back, she assessed the situation. The hinges were probably rusted shut, and she could feel her patience wearing thin. “I refuse to let this door screw me over,” she growled with a muffle.
Her eyes scanned the hall, landing on a jagged piece of metallic debris on the floor. That looks useful. Snatching it up, she approached the stubborn door again, her heart pounding with adrenaline and intention. “Let’s see how tough you really are,” she muttered under her breath, finding a sturdy position for the makeshift lever.
With the metal firmly wedged between the doorframe and the door, she braced her hooves against it. “Alright, time to give you a reason to move,” she barked, pushing against the door with determined force. The metal creaked loudly, protesting against her efforts. “C’mon! Open up!”
With a final intense shove, the door snapped open, the hinges screeching in defiance. Blue staggered in, eyes quickly adjusting to the dimness that wrapped around her like a shroud. Surprisingly, the air was fresh, almost sterile, as if the place had been maintained despite its dilapidated appearance.
“Wow, this actually smells clean,” she remarked, furrowing her brow as she surveyed the cramped room. Dust laden furniture loomed around her like forgotten sentinels, each piece a reminder of the past. A battered table took center stage, cluttered with yellowed papers, and cobwebs hung in the corners like ghostly veils.
Blue stepped further into the room, something caught her eye. In the far corner neatly folded on a worn-out couch, laid a shirt. She squinted, making out the text printed on the fabric: ’Solarium Enterprises.’
“What the hell?” she murmured, a mix of curiosity and suspicion rising within her. This place feels abandoned, yet that shirt looks almost too pristine. Was it a clue to the history of this building, or simply a remnant of someone who had left it behind in a hurry? she contemplated.
She made her way over, her hooves silent against the floor as she approached the couch. The shirt was crisp, the fabric slightly worn but devoid of dust, as though it had been cared for even in this desolate place. She picked it up, turning it over in her hooves. The logo was simple—a stylized sun rising over a horizon, encapsulated by the company name.
“Solarium Enterprises…what were you up to?” Blue muttered, contemplating the implications. The name sounded vaguely familiar, sparking a distant memory—something about development, maybe? A scan of the room told her there were no immediate answers there, but it definitely added another layer of intrigue.
Setting the shirt down carefully, she looked around the rest of the room, her instincts on high alert. If this shirt was here, what else might be hiding in the shadows?
“Alright,” she declared to the empty space. “Let’s find out what you’re hiding.” Determined, she pressed on, the mystery of the shirt only fueling her resolve further as she moved to explore deeper. She couldn’t shake the feeling that this place and perhaps Solarium Enterprises itself, held their own secrets waiting to be uncovered.
Blue stepped into a cramped bathroom, the frame of the door creaked softly, releasing a cloud of stale air heavy with neglect. The walls, once painted a cheerful mint green, had dulled over the years, fading to a desaturated hue adorned with mottled water stains. Mismatched tiles beneath her hooves were chipped and worn, the history of the room laid bare.
Her gaze fell upon the small sink, a porcelain relic showing signs of rust around the faucet and the mirror.A battered sheet of glass hung slightly askew above it. Blue’s heart raced in anticipation as she walked closer. Wiping away a thin layer of grime with a determined hoof and as the surface cleared, her breath caught in her throat.
For the first time, she truly saw herself. Her coat was a soft azure, cool and calming, but what struck her most were her mane and eyes. The mane was a vibrant green, wild and untamed, with a bold streak of red—like a fierce lightning bolt cutting through the sky. It framed her face, cascading around her cheeks and giving her an air of untapped energy.
But it was her eyes that held her gaze the longest. One was a deep, piercing blue, vibrant and calm, while the other gleamed a striking red, fiery and intense. The stark contrast felt like a riddle waiting to be solved, a story of her own yet to be written.
Blue leaned in closer, her voice a whisper barely breaking the silence. “Is this really me?” She let the words linger, staring into her mismatched eyes, which seemed to hold fragments of her past. Each gaze reflected different emotions, one of unwavering determination and the other, a hint of vulnerability.
“I look…strong, yet so fragile,” she murmured, tiny tremors of self-doubt mingling with the awe she felt. “What have I been running from?” She brushed a hoof through her green mane, Futilely trying to tame her wild whirlwind locks
Blue let out a long, thoughtful sigh as she stared at her reflection for a moment longer. It was a small victory, seeing herself clearly and it made her feel a fraction more confident. She lifted her hoof, gently brushing it along the curve of her horn, feeling the smooth contours and the subtle warmth that radiated from it. “So this is me,” she whispered to herself, a hint of wonder in her voice.
Then, she turned her attention to her wings, spreading them out slightly. With a delicate touch, she traced her hoof along the soft feathers, marveling at how they felt beneath her touch. Both fragile and strong, ready to carry her into the unknown.
A sense of joy blossomed in her chest. This body, her body, was equipped for exploration. “I’m ready,” she murmured, appreciating the unique gifts she possessed.
Finally, with a resolute nod, she exhaled softly and stepped away from the mirror. Without another thought, Blue walked out of the bathroom, the weight of lingering doubts lifting ever so slightly as she embraced the day ahead.
Blue entered the room to her right, her gaze sweeping across the familiar setup of cages and lockers that lined the walls. It all felt hauntingly similar to the other rooms she had explored, yet a sense of unease tugged at her as she took in the metallic confines before her. “I really hope I don’t find anything too unsettling in here,” she said to herself, her voice a mixture of determination and apprehension.
Approaching one of the cages, she noticed it stood empty, a testament to its previous occupant or perhaps a hint of what was to come. “What on earth happened to whoever was in here?” she wondered aloud, trying to piece together the story behind the vacant space. “Did they escape, or were they taken away?”
Her gaze shifted to the other cage, securely locked and ominously closed. “I can’t help but think there’s something…or someone…still trapped inside,” she murmured, a shiver of concern threading through her. “This is no way to treat any living creature.”
Blue hesitated for a moment, then stepped closer, her hoof hovering over the iron bars. “I need to know more about this place,” she said resolutely, feeling a surge of curiosity pushing her forward. “There has to be a reason for all of this.”
Her eyes scanned the lockers that stood nearby, each one a potential treasure trove of information. “Maybe the answers are hidden in there,” she speculated, her excitement mixing with the unease still swirling in her chest. “I have to find out what’s going on.”
Blue approached the lockers and began inspecting them closely. She quickly realized that they were situated behind the solid bars of the cage, rendering them completely inaccessible. “Well, that’s just great,” she muttered, frustration creeping into her voice. “How am I supposed to get to anything in there?”
She pivoted on her hooves, scanning the room for any sort of mechanism or tool that might allow her to interact with the lockers. “There has to be a way,” she said, her determination refusing to wane despite the challenge. “Maybe there’s a key or a lever hidden somewhere in this room…”
As she continued her inspection, her gaze traveled back to the cage and a sudden insight struck her. “Wait a second…” she murmured, pieces of the puzzle beginning to slot into place. The design of the cage, the orderly arrangement of the lockers—it all clicked. Her ears drooped slightly as realization washed over her. “This cage isn’t for containment…It’s meant to protect someone’s belongings.”
A wave of embarrassment surged through her, and she shook her head slowly, the corners of her mouth turning upward in a wry smile. “I'm really glad there wasn't anypony here to see that. Here I was, thinking I’d find something sinister, and it turns out it’s just a very secure storage space" she chuckled softly to herself, a mix of relief and self-deprecation in her tone.
Blue’s heart rate began to settle as she laughed off her earlier tension. There was no threat here, just a peculiar setup. “I guess that’s what happens when you’re always looking for the worst in places,” she reflected aloud. “But there’s still got to be something worth exploring in here for.”
Determined to make the most of the situation, she began examining the cage more closely, searching for any clues about its original purpose and perhaps a way to access the lockers safely. “After all, if someone had gone to such lengths to protect their possessions, there might be a story worth uncovering,” Blue said.
Inspecting closer through the gaps in the cage, Blue squinted and noticed that the lockers were slightly ajar. Her heart quickened; perhaps she could still access the contents if she could just fit her hoof through the bars. “What’s inside those lockers?” she wondered aloud, curiosity piqued her interest once again.
As she turned to check the door of the cage, she was taken aback to find it surprisingly unlatched. She gave it a gentle push and the door creaked open with an unnerving groan. Hesitation gripped her and she shook her head slowly, suddenly feeling an icy chill creeping up her spine.
The room, which had felt warm and slightly humid moments before thanks to the dilapidated humid walls full of water damage and mold, was now growing distinctly colder. Blue shivered as she became acutely aware of the shift in temperature. “Where is this chill coming from?” she murmured, glancing around the dimly lit space.
An uneasy knot formed in her stomach, and she felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end. “This doesn’t feel right,” she thought. The atmosphere had shifted dramatically, as if the very air was thick with something unspoken.
Drawing in a deep breath to steady herself, Blue took a cautious step into the cage. “Okay, let’s see what these lockers are hiding,” she said, her voice firm but tinged with apprehension. The contrast between the warmth she had felt earlier and the sudden cold enveloping her now was unsettling and a part of her wondered if she should turn back.
Stepping closer into the cage in front of her, she noticed something unusual out of the corner of her eye. A faint light was filtering in through the broken parts of the ceiling, where jagged shards of debris hung precariously. The white glow seemed to illuminate the dusty air, casting eerie shadows across the ground.
She hadn’t realized just how exposed she was to the elements until this moment. The warm, humid atmosphere that had initially blanketed her had now been replaced with an unsettling chill and the presence of the light creeping in made her acutely aware that the sanctuary she thought she was in was more vulnerable than she had believed. "Great…just what I needed. A chilly reminder of how precarious this whole situation is."she mumbled to herself, a hint of sarcasm in her voice.
The broken concrete across the ceiling cracked like a spider web and didn’t just allow light to filter through; it also left open gaps for rain or snow to make their way into the space, further exacerbating the cold. “I might be in trouble here more than I thought…especially if the rest of this place is ready to fall apart like that ceiling,” she whispered, feeling more vulnerable than ever at the thought of potentially being buried in concrete and cold white stuff.
Determined not to allow her anxiety to take hold, she refocused on the lockers, which loomed in front of her like silent sentinels. Leaning in closer to examine the first locker, her brow furrowed in curiosity. "What a hodgepodge of memories," she muttered as she spotted the faded baseball cap. "I bet this was someone's favorite…their lucky charm." She rifled through the yellowed newspapers, her eyes skimming the headlines. “A championship win, huh? Seems like there was life and excitement here once upon a time.”
As she pulled out the rusty toolbox, her ears perked up at the clanking sound of old tools bumping against one another. “Well, this doesn’t look like it’s seen any action in years! Stan’s Fix-It Shop? I wonder if Stan ever had a bustling business or if he just kept this mess here to remind him of better days.”
Moving to the next locker, Blue’s attention settled on the stuffed bear. "Aww, poor little guy,” she said, gently lifting it out. “Looks like he’s been through a lot. At least you will never have to be alone again, I'm taking you with me, oh fuzzy little one.” The journal caught her eye, and she flipped it open carefully, glancing at the doodles. “Dreams of adventure in a place like this? A bit ironic, don’t you think? I wonder if they ever got to go on any real adventures.”
And then, there was a jar. Blue peered inside, silently counting the trinkets. “Wow, talk about a disaster. Buttons, broken jewelry...and even a key? What do you even unlock with this?” Blue said, picking up the key and twirling it between her hooves. “Maybe it’s the key to something valuable or maybe just a long-lost jar of pickles.”
As she stepped back and noticed the old photographs, Blue let out a soft chuckle. "Look at those smiles! They seem so full of life and yet…everything here lies forgotten,” she pondered, picking up one of the photos and studying it for a moment. “I guess time has a funny way of making us invisible.”
Finally, her gaze landed on the glinting coin at the bottom of yet another locker. “Ah, now this is intriguing. One shiny coin in a sea of dust. Maybe it holds the luck of all the memories left behind. Might as well keep it as a good luck charm for my own adventures.”She said, carefully picking it up and taking a moment to feel its weight in her hoof.
With each new item she uncovered, Blue made sense of the echoes of the past that surrounded her. “What a strange little world this place was,” she mused, her curiosity piqued even more as the cold air whispered secrets through the cracks in the ceiling. “I wonder what else I might find hidden in here."
Blue caught a doorway in the corner of her eye and she turned towards it. The door stood slightly ajar, framed by a weathered metal arch. Dust clung to the handle, a testament to the years it had remained untouched. The dim light from the room spilled onto the floor, creating a stark contrast with the shadows that pooled around the edges.
Intricate carvings adorned the doorframe, remnants of a design that once held significance, now nearly hidden beneath layers of grime. A faint whistle of wind slipped through the gap, rustling the dust motes that hung lazily in the air. Blue stepped closer, curiosity piqued by the tantalizing hint of something beyond.
The silence around the doorway felt thick, almost palpable, as if the space held its breath in anticipation. She leaned in slightly, peering through the opening to catch a glimpse of what lay beyond. However, all she could see was a dim corridor stretching into darkness inside, hinting at stories yet to be uncovered. The atmosphere felt charged, alive with possibilities, but Blue held back considering the weight of the moment and what might lie in wait just beyond her reach.
The heavy metal door creaked softly as Blue pushed it open, revealing a stunningly pristine room that seemed untouched by time. The cool, still air enveloped her and she took a moment to absorb her surroundings. As she stepped inside, her voice broke the silence.
“Wow,” she murmured, glancing around in awe. “This place is incredible.”
Walking further into the expansive space, Blue admired the high ceiling adorned with intricate plasterwork. “It’s like stepping into a different era,” she continued, her voice a mix of disbelief and wonder. “Look at the artistry on the walls. They’ve taken such care to preserve every detail. I wonder why this little cove was able to withstand far better than the rest of this dilapidated place…”
She approached the large, ornate wooden table in the center of the room, running her wings over its smooth surface. “This table…it's so beautifully crafted. “It's like it’s waiting for a feast or a gathering that never happened.” she commented, a hint of reverence in her tone.
Blue glanced at the plush chairs with their deep velvet upholstery. “Can you imagine the conversations that might have taken place here?” she said quietly, her mind racing with possibilities. “It feels like the kind of place where history hangs in the air. What stories must this room hold?”
She paused, letting her imagination wander. “There’s something almost magical about its stillness. It's as if time has chosen to stand still here, just to keep this moment alive.”
Blue blinked, and tapped her head. “I’m talking to myself… Well, at least it’s keeping me sane.”
Blue took a deep breath, her voice softening. “This room…it’s peaceful. It makes you feel like you can breathe, like all the chaos outside doesn’t matter for a little while. It’s hard to believe such a beautiful space exists, hidden away like this.”
With a contented sigh, she stepped back and soaked in the tranquility. “I could spend hours here, just thinking and dreaming.” Her gaze lingered on the untouched beauty around her, feeling a deep connection to the room and its silent stories.
Blue studied the room with a mix of intrigue and curiosity. The three bookshelves rose against the walls, their wooden frames dark and polished, giving the impression of age and durability. The shelves were filled with books, but as she tilted her head to examine the spines, she found them blank, void of titles or any indication of their contents. It was perplexing, like stepping into a library where all the knowledge had been erased. She could swear she felt a slight dusting of magic lingering in the air, as if the books were waiting for the right moment to reveal something important.
The tapestries that adorned the walls caught her attention next. Each one was woven with intricate detail, depicting mares in uniforms that bore the number “375.” The fabric shimmered softly, catching the light in such a way that made the figures come alive with movement. The mares stood confidently, their expressions firm and resolute, suggesting strength and unity. Beneath each image, the names "Karel," "Lilypad," "Union," and "Buckingham" were prominently displayed, elegantly stitched in gold thread. The craftsmanship was impressive, each character a testament to the skill of the weaver.
Blue traced the outline of one tapestry with her hoof, her gaze drawn to the details—the way the uniforms hugged the bodies of the mares, the slight variations in their poses, the expressions that conveyed a sense of duty and determination. The way they looked at one another hinted at camaraderie, as if they had faced challenges together. She wondered about the stories behind each of these mares, their lives, and what had led them to be immortalized in fabric.
Turning away from the tapestries, she noticed several posters clustered on the walls, their designs varied yet all seemingly promotional in nature. One read, "Join Stable-Tec Security and protect the future of ponykind," with bold letters that seemed to jump off the wall. The message felt urgent and rehearsed, like a rallying call. Alongside it, another poster highlighted "Head Security Bruce: Employee of the Year," showcasing a well-groomed stallion with a proud smirk and an official-looking badge pinned to his uniform. The juxtaposition of the mare-focused tapestries and the singular stallion poster created an odd mix of camaraderie and competition, hinting at a well-structured organization.
“Maybe there’s something to be learned from its perfection. A reminder that amidst everything else, there can still be places that offer serenity and grace,” she said, beginning to yawn and get blurry vision from her yawning.
Blue continued to explore the room, her gaze was drawn upwards to a brass sign mounted above the door. ‘Head Security's Sleeping Quarters,’ it read in elegant lettering. She paused for a moment, her brow slightly furrowing as she processed the words.
"Huh," she said, shrugging her shoulders dismissively. The name meant little to her, a relic of a role she had no context for. It sounded important, sure, but without any memories or understanding of what it entailed, it didn't hold the intrigue she might have expected.
With a relaxed sigh, she glanced around the rest of the room, taking in the lavish details and the heavy ambiance. “Guess every place has its own stories,” she remarked lightly, still grappling with the unfamiliar atmosphere that stirred both curiosity and a sense of being out of place.
The previously intimidating aura of the security sleeping quarters dissipates into the pleasant calm of the room. “Doesn’t matter who stayed here,” she mused aloud, her voice casual. “What matters is that I’m here now and I'm safe for now.”
Blue's eyelids grew heavy as she stood in the head security sleeping quarters, the weight of the day's exploration finally catching up to her. The once-vivid colors of the room began to dull, and every attempt to focus felt like a monumental effort. Her thoughts started to drift, floating away like leaves carried by a gentle breeze.
"I just…need a second…" she murmured to herself, trying to fight the sudden fatigue that encapsulated her body. Her voice felt distant, as if echoing from a far-off place. Trying to shake off the feeling, she could feel herself fading away as she swayed side to side. The edges of her vision softened and she could feel a magnetic pull toward the cozy looking ground.
With a final fleeting thought of wanting to stay alert, Blue’s legs began to give way beneath her. She tried to catch herself, but the world around her spun in a dizzying whirl of colors and sounds. The brass sign above the door blurred into an abstract shape faded into indistinguishable shadows. Shapes twisted and turned in her perception, no longer recognizable yet strangely comforting. In that moment, every ounce of energy slipped through her hooves like sand and she surrendered to the encroaching darkness.
As she sank to the floor, the comforting embrace of unconsciousness enveloped her. The sounds of the room were now a distant hum.The rustle of fabric and the soft creak of wood blurred together into a soothing lullaby.
And with a gentle exhale, Blue fell into a deep sleep. The overwhelming forces of fatigue claimed her completely. In this quiet sanctuary of the head security quarters, she was free—if only temporarily—from the weight of the unknown that awaited her upon awakening.
Blue blinked and squinted, trying to adjust her eyes to the oppressive darkness surrounding her. The void felt heavy, pressing in on her from every direction. The space was unfamiliar, cold and isolating. The only sound piercing through the silence was the soft, haunting cry that echoed around her.
The innocence of the sound twisted into something unnerving, tightening a knot of fear in her stomach. It was a helpless cry filled with sorrow and confusion. It sent sickening shivers down her spine. “What is this place?” she thought, her heart racing as she strained to hear more details or to catch a glimpse of her surroundings.
She took a cautious step forward, her hooves barely making a sound on the ground. The darkness concealed everything and she couldn't help but feel vulnerable. Each breath she took came with the weight of uncertainty and the sound of the crying only grew more insistent to the point of being heart-wrenching. It called to her, as if beckoning her deeper into the shadows. Begging her for attention and salvation from the lonely abyss itself.
Instinctively, Blue oriented herself in the direction of the cry, wanting to lend comfort even as fear gnawed at her resolve. She couldn’t see anything, couldn’t gauge what was hiding in the depths of this dark space or what might lunge at her from the obscurity.
Taking a deep breath, she willed herself to focus. “I need to stay calm…I can't just leave a defenseless creature all by their lonesome…wherever they are,” she whispered to herself, though the quiver in her own voice betrayed her. Carefully, she scanned her surroundings, searching for anything that might provide her with a hint of safety, a pathway out or even the source of that sorrowful wailing.
With another firm step forward, Blue sought to follow the sound. However, the darkness felt endless, engulfing her thoughts and clouds of doubt swirling in her mind. Was it a child? A creature in distress? She couldn’t shake the need to find out, even as the dread of danger grappled her curiosity and sense of morals.
“H-hello? Is someone there?” she called out, her voice steady but soft, hoping to break through the veil of uncertainty.
The crying paused for just a heartbeat and her heart raced with relief. But then it resumed, a low, sorrowful sound that seemed to resonate within her chest. With a determined flick of her tail and clenching of her jaw, Blue steeled herself to move forward. There had to be something or someone on the other side of this darkness.
Blue's heart raced as the relentless crying reverberated through the darkness, each anguished note. Slicing through the silence like a knife. Panic clawed at her insides as the howling waned with intensity all around her. “What the hell is going on?” She pressed her ears against her skull in a futile attempt to block it out, but the wailing only intensified, enveloping around her like a suffocating shroud.
“Please, stop!” she called out, her voice cracking with anxiety, but the cry only became louder. An echoing wail that filled her with a sense of overwhelming dread. It felt as though the very darkness was closing in on her, tightening around her neck like a vice.“This is absurd!”
Drawing in a sharp breath, she tried to compose herself. I can’t let this consume me, she thought stubbornly. The growing noise unnerved her, swirling around like an insidious fog; there had to be something or someone behind the madness that needed her help.
“Keep moving," she muttered to herself through gritted teeth, fighting the rising tide of fear that threatened to overwhelm her. But even as she waded deeper into the shadows, the sound consumed her thoughts. Not merely a cry but a chorus of torment, pulsating and looming larger evermore all around her.
“Is anyone there?” she shouted, her voice sharper now, tinged with desperation. “This is fucking ridiculous!” She could feel her frustration bubbling beneath the surface, but with it came a fierce determination. The darkness felt alive, as if it was taunting her, torturing her to come closer.
The crying morphed into a heartbeat like rhythm, a steady thrum of anguish wrapping around her, almost beckoning. “What the hell do you want from me?” she shouted into the void. Each question hung in the air, unanswered and lingering, deepening her discomfort.
But amidst the chaos of her racing heart, a spark ignited within her. A raging need to confront whatever was causing this pain. Fueled by resolve and the fierce unwavering inferno inside her , Blue broke into a gallop. Charging forwards to the cacophony of pain in the eternal darkness.. “I’ll find you!” she declared defiantly, her voice piercing above the tumult. A fierce challenge to the abyss surrounding her. “Whatever you are, I swear, I'll help!”
With each determined stride, she pushed into the unknown.
The pleading and crying only seemed to grow increasingly unbearable as she ran, each note rising to a deafening crescendo that rattled Blue's senses.
She stopped running, she couldn’t take the sounds of screaming anymore.
She clutched her head with her hooves, eyes wide in shock. "For fuck's sake, make it stop!" she yelled, her voice nearly drowned out by the anguish around her.
lLike an emotional tidal wave crashing down upon her, leaving her gasping for breath amidst the noise. The walls of darkness pressed closer, and she could feel the weight of the pain pushing against her from all sides, giving blue a huge sense of claustrophobia. Frantically, she tried to focus, to think through the chaos, but her thoughts were consumed by the desperate cries that filled the air.
The anguished wails shifted yet again, piercing through the chaos like a razor. Among the cacophony, a distinct voice emerged—a mare’s voice, trembling and heart-wrenching. “Please! You have to believe me! They killed everyone! They took my daughter!” The desperation in her words sliced right into Blue’s heart, igniting a sympathetic pain that spread through her like wildfire.
Blue's breath caught and for a moment, she felt as if the world had stopped. “No…no…” she whispered, gripping her chest as sorrow flooded her senses. The image of a mother’s grief, raw and unbridled tore at her very core. “How can anyone do something so horrific?” The mare's anguish echoed in her mind, reverberating through her thoughts like a relentless drumbeat. “What kind of monster would take a child?"
“I have to help her. Whatever it takes, I won’t let her suffer alone!” she said fiercely, her empathy transforming into a fierce resolve.
Each step was as much a battle against the overwhelming sorrow as it was against the cloying darkness. She could feel the mare's pain wrapping around her like a shroud, tugging at her heartstrings and demanding her attention.
“Where are you? I’m coming! I’ll help you find your daughter!” Blue called out, her voice steady and infused with urgency despite the churning emotions inside her.
However, as the unchecked chaos of cries and pleads crashed over her like relentless waves, her legs began trembling beneath her. The weight of the anguish all around her pressed down heavily on her chest, suffocating and disorienting her. In her desperate attempt to distance herself from the pain, she felt her resolve crumbling like dust caught in the wind.
Without thinking, Blue collapsed once again to the ground, her wings folding protectively around her as she instinctively curled into a fetal position. Her body shook with the strain of her emotions and she buried her face against her forelegs, trying to block out the torrent of sorrow surrounding her.
In this small cocoon of vulnerability, a mixture of fear and heartache bubbled within her. A pit of anxiety that threatened to engulf her entirely. She took shallow breaths, trying to steady herself, but the symphony of grief was relentless and its symphony echoed throughout her thoughts.
“Why is this happening? Why can’t I help them?” she whimpered, her voice muffled against the feathers of her wings. The guilt surged within her, intertwining with her own panic, pulling her deeper into despair. Each cry was a reminder of the pain she couldn’t alleviate, the suffering that felt all consuming.
In this position, she allowed the tears to flow freely, mourning not just for the voices echoing in the darkness but for her own helplessness.
The hollow ache of the loss of connection…understanding…and safety seeping into her very being. With her body curled tightly, she sought comfort in the weight of her wings, hoping they would shield her from the overwhelming cacophony around her.
Then, without warning, sharp red flashes sliced through the shadows, illuminating the void in stark, horrific bursts. Each flash was like a strike of lightning, revealing fleeting images of turmoil and suffering.
With every sudden burst of light ripping away the looming darkness, the sight became more vivid and horrifying under its crimson luminescence. Blue could see her hooves, once pristine and powerful, now soaked in crimson, as if she had waded through a sea of blood, anguish and despair. The stark reality of the blood staining her once immaculate fur brought a wave of nausea, crashing over her like a cold tide.
It was not just a mere visualization; it felt all too real…as if the sorrow and pain of those she could hear had seeped into her very soul.
“NO! What’s happening!?!” she screamed, her voice raw with terror and heartbreak.
The sound echoed back at her, drowning in the overwhelming symphony of despair. Panic surged through her, magnified by the ghastly sight of blood—her blood? No, it couldn’t be, but the haunting vision gripped her mind, refusing to release its hold.
Clutching her head with trembling hooves, she fought against the tide of terror rising within her. The cries grew louder, the pleading more desperate and it felt as though the very air was alive with bleeding sorrow. With each flash of red, she felt the echoes of countless beings’ pain entwining with her own and it left her feeling utterly desolate, her entire body drenched in blood.
Blue let out a howl of agony, driven by the terror and guilt ripping her apart from the inside.
“I’m so sorry!” she cried into the void, as if her words could somehow paper over the wounds she had not caused, yet felt responsible for.
The intense flashes flickered like the heartbeat of a creature in torment, amplifying her own fears as if they bled together with the cries she sensed around her.
In that fractured moment, tears streamed down her cheeks as she desperately sought to find a way to cleanse herself of the red stains and the anguish wrapped around her. She felt completely lost, ensnared in a horrific nightmare where shadows danced with malevolence and the moans of the suffering echoed tirelessly.
“I can’t take this anymore!” she screamed desperately, feeling her mind crack under the weight of unspeakable horror.
Just when it seemed she could endure no more, a subtle shift began to tug at her consciousness, like the gentle pull of a current beneath turbulent water. It whispered through the turmoil, urging her away from the nightmare that sought to consume her.
The sensation of pain began to dissolve, slowly at first, like mist receding from a clearing. The overwhelming clamor of wails and cries quieted to a distant murmur, replaced by a gentle stillness that felt both foreign and comforting. She felt herself awakening, as if being drawn back to reality from a realm of torment.
Awakening to her surroundings once more, Blue felt the aftershock of the dream ripple through her. Her body was still trembling as if still caught in the throes of that gruesome nightmare. She blinked rapidly, trying to shake off the lingering shadows that clung to her mind, but the vividness of her experience still echoed in her thoughts.
As she rubbed her eyes, she became acutely aware of her physical state. Her fur was damp with sweat and trails of tears had glistened against the soft strands, leaving her feeling helpless. The cool air of the room contrasted sharply with the heat radiating from her body, making her feel both chilled and unnerved.
Taking a deep breath, Blue attempted to center herself. “It was just a dream,” she whispered to herself, though her heart still raced as memories of the chaos rushed back. She needed to collect her thoughts, to ground herself in this moment and distance herself from the torment she'd just experienced. However, the overwhelming sensations, the agony and the screams…all felt too real to be a simple night mare.
As her breathing became more rapid and labored, Blue felt panic rising within her like a tidal wave. The images from her dream flashed in her mind: chaos, darkness and pain—a nightmare that seemed to claw inside her soul. She pressed her hooves against her cheeks, she could feel her blood rushing through her veins.
Rooted to the ground as if weighed down by an unseen heaviness. Words failed her; she couldn't articulate the turmoil swirling around in her mind. With each breath, the sensation of suffocation tightened around her throat, and memories of torment enveloped her like a dark shroud. The anguish she felt, every scream and cry from her dream penetrated her thoughts, refusing to vanish into the recesses of her mind. It was as if an invisible force held her captive, leaving her unable to speak or move, paralyzed by the echoes of her own fear.
Desperate to escape the lingering shadows, tears began to flow freely down her cheeks, each droplet a release of the pent-up anguish that had taken root during her restless slumber.
Blue hugged her knees tighter against her chest, seeking comfort in the familiar warmth of her own body. The aftermath of the nightmare pressed down on her like a crushing weight and she was overwhelmed by the sheer enormity of her emotions. She wept for the torment she had endured in her dream and for the feelings it had dredged up from the depths of her heart. Feelings she had tried so hard to suppress, but no matter how much she tried she couldn't stop her tears.
She let it all out, sobbing on the ground and wailing silently, searching for a flicker of normalcy amidst the oppressive weight of the horror she had just experienced. Each sob shook her body, a visceral release of emotions that had built up like a dam ready to burst. It was cathartic, yet deeply unsettling as the echoes of her nightmare wouldn't cease reverberating in her mind.
Time seemed to lose its meaning as she remained there, curled up on the cool ground, the world around her fading into a blur of colors and shapes due to her tears. It felt like an eternity until her wails and sobs slowly diminishing into quiet breaths. With each exhale, she fought to regain a sense of calm, desperately searching for anything that could tether her back to reality.
Blue shifted her hooves, planting them firmly on the ground for stability as she tried to focus on the present. She could hear her heart racing, but each slow and steady breath she took was beginning to help sooth the racing rhythmic beating of her heart.
Inhale…hold…exhale…inhale…hold…exhale…
Still trembling from the remnants of her emotional upheaval, Blue looked around the serene surroundings, desperately trying to grasp what she had just experienced. Her throat ached, raw from the wails and sobs she had unleashed.
“What was that dream?…It couldn't have been…but then why did it feel so real?” The words stumbled from her lips, barely more than a whisper, yet they hung heavily in the air with a fragile plea for understanding.
Even as the details began to fade from her consciousness, the emotional weight clung fiercely to her heart. The feelings of anguish and helplessness felt all too familiar; they were like thorns, piercing through her attempts to maintain her composure. Blue squeezed her eyes shut, knowing that with time the fragments of the nightmare would eventually dissolve. All she needed to do was continue slowly breathing and letting these horrid emotions work their way out of her system. .
Blue's body slowly returned to normal, the shakes and trembling fading away, but the mental shock of her dream lingered.
As she sat there, trying to process everything she had just experienced, she made a mental note to herself:
“If possible, I sleep around the company of others I trust. That way I might feel safer than being alone and they might be able to shake me awake. Especially if I encounter the same thing…whatever it was” she murmured, a wave of frustration washed over her, mingling with the confusion swirling in her mind as she took that mental note.
The vulnerability she had felt during the dream had been overwhelming and she wanted to make sure it didn’t happen again.
Feeling exhausted from all the crying and emotional strain, she looked around for a place to rest. Her gaze landed on the inviting sofa in the corner of the room she had not noticed before. It looked comfortable, perfectly situated by the warm and cozy atmosphere. She was also able to make out a bed further into the room. While soft and inviting, it felt too isolating right now under the dim light around it.
Walking over to the sofa, Blue tested how comfy it really was with her forehooves before settling in. It seemed just the right fit for her at that moment being extremely soft yet secure. Curling up like a cat among the snug cushions, she tucked her forelegs beneath her. The warm light from the overhead lights acted as a blanket and protected her from the cold.
As she nestled in, Blue closed her eyes and took a deep breath, inhaling the comforting scent of the fabric.
Inhale…hold…exhale…inhale…hold…exhale…
Each breath seemed to lighten the weight of her worries.
For the first time since the dream and emerging into this desolate place, she allowed herself to let go of the tension that had built inside her. The world outside faded into a distant hum and her thoughts drifted like leaves on a gentle breeze.
Choosing the sofa over the bed felt like a small act of self-care, a simple decision that seemed to bless her with comfort and security. As she began to genuinely relax, the shadows of her earlier fears began to dissipate, replaced by the soft embrace of rest and the warm light.
Blue surrendered to the soothing pull of sleep, inviting peace to wash over her. The worries of the waking world slipped away, and she prepared herself to face whatever lay beyond the realm of dreams, knowing she could tackle it anew when she awoke.
Inhale…hold…exhale…inhale…hold…exhale
Slowly, she began to feel the tension in her body ease. Doing her best to focus on the present, on what she could control and gradually, her breaths became deeper and more calming.
As the world around her faded, she surrendered to the hope that maybe, just maybe, this time she would finally find the rest she so desperately sought.
Blue woke up and rubbed her eyes with her hooves, blinking against the soft light that filled the room. Pleased to not be haunted by flashes of that nightmarish dream, she took a deep breath. The lingering tension from her earlier struggles had finally faded away, replaced by a sense of relief that washed over her like a gentle tide.
Yet despite the restful reprieve, she still felt sore and tired. The alicorn shifted in her spot, wincing slightly as she adjusted her wings, which were stiff from the long hours she'd spent in restless slumber. The faint aches and pains throughout her body were the physical reminders of how hard she had pushed herself to navigate the challenges of this unfamiliar place.
As slowly rose from the sofa, the room around her came back into focus. Still, she couldn’t ignore the weight of exhaustion that clung to her like a heavy cloak. Stretching out her legs and body, she forced herself to take a few fragile steps across the room, each one a reminder of her resilience. She appreciated the small movements that were helping her exhaustion begin to fade away. Slowly stretching, Blue continued to try and shake the last lingering effects of sleepiness, her limbs unfurling.
Flexing her wings delicately, feeling the gentle creak in her joints, she maneuvered her way to the door. Pushing it open and walking carefully outside.
Just when she was about to leave the head security's sleeping quarters, when her gaze caught onto a hooflocker nestled beside the bed. Curiosity piqued, she stepped closer, eager to see what else might be tucked away in this space.
She struggled a moment before finally prying open the lid, a jumble of items greeted her, but one thing quickly caught her eye: a finely-crafted head security outfit. The fabric was dark and sturdy, emblazoned with the words 'Head Security' on the chest, along with a large number '375' stitched alongside it.
"What's this doing here?" she muttered, reaching for the outfit. She couldn't help but admire the quality; it was clearly made for someone of authority.
But it was the intriguing device beside the outfit that drew her in. It was sleek and metallic with a strap affixed to it, as if it was meant to be worn. Without thinking much about it, she picked up the device and after some fumbling around finally managed to strapped it around her foreleg feeling the cool metal against her fur.
“I guess no one would mind if I borrowed this,” she said to herself, her voice barely above a whisper. “This outfit might just give me the edge I need and offer some needed protections. Especially with all of that broken glass and rubble strewn about this place.”
The uniform felt both enticing and intimidating in her hooves. “If I'm going to navigate whatever's left of this place, I might as well look the part,” she reflected aloud, an excited shiver running down her spine.
There was something about the uniform that made her feel like she had a purpose, a connection to the authority that had once governed this space. “Who knows? Maybe this is my ticket to understanding what’s really going on here. Whatever happened to the original head security, I can’t let their legacy fade without learning the truth.”
Blue took a moment to fully appreciate the head security uniform before putting it on. The fabric felt sturdy yet comfortable against her fur and she couldn’t help but admire how the dark colors contrasted with her own coat. As she slipped into the uniform, a feeling of confidence surged within her. This was more than just clothing; it was a statement of authority.
Blue glanced over her shoulder at her wings, then looked back at the uniform. "Well, this makes things interesting," she said with a chuckle. "Looks like I'm not the first one with wings to wear this. Whoever used to wear this must have known how to make it functional for somepony like me. It's nice to see that I'm not the only one who's needed a uniform that accommodates…unique features."
She flexed her wings slightly, feeling the fabric move easily with her. "Guess it just goes to show that thoughtfulness and cooperation go a long way."
With the outfit in her possession and the device strapped to her leg, Blue took one last moment to gather her thoughts before stepping out of the quarters. “Let’s find out what secrets lie within these walls,” she said, determination blazing in her eyes. She pushed the door open, ready to face the unknown that awaited her.
Once she had exited from the pristine sanctuary, she noticed the device securely strapped to her foreleg. Now that she was more focused, she could see that it had dials on its surface. Each dial was marked with cryptic symbols and numbers, adding an air of mystery to the already enigmatic contraption. She leaned in closer, examining the dials one by one.
“This is interesting…” she mused, her brow furrowing in concentration. “Now what do each one of these buttons do?” Blue twisted one of the dials cautiously, half-expecting something to happen. The device whirred softly at her touch, its surface glowing faintly in response. Excitement bubbling within her.
“Okay, so you’re alive…what do you do?” she said with a hint of amusement.
After twisting another dial, she noticed the symbols begin to shift, displaying different readings and numbers. She let out a soft gasp, her heart jolted. “Is this some kind of control panel!? Could it be related to the security systems around here?” she speculated.
Feeling a mix of anticipation and giddiness, she adjusted a few more dials. As she did, faint sounds began to echo from the device with pings and beeps that seemed to map out some sort of information.The intricate array of buttons and lights felt both foreign and strangely familiar, as if the device were an extension of herself. She could see that it wrapped snugly around her limb, almost like a second skin. With each adjustment she made to the dials, Blue felt more empowered, the lines of communication opening up in ways she hadn’t anticipated. “I wonder if this is connected to the security protocols…?”
Looking back around to the security sleeping quarters, she knew she needed to learn more. “Well, it seems like I’ve got some exploring to do. Let’s put this uniform to good use and see what secrets and answers lay ahead in this place” She said, determination lighting up her eyes. Ready for any challenges ahead.
Just when she was about to continue onwards, the device whirred to life, a cheerful voice announcing: "Welcome Back: User Immortal." Blue's eyes widened at the name, and she quickly scanned the screen that glowed in front of her. The label on the screen read "PipBuck: Loading Prefered Settings"
"Interesting name," she murmured, glancing over the information cycling through the screen. . "So this must be a PipBuck, a personal device meant for tracking and managing various functions...and it seems like it belonged to someone with quite the reputation." She couldn't help but feel a thrill of curiosity at the nickname of the previous user. Despite her excitement, a twinge of discomfort at the thought of tampering with something she didn’t fully understand nagged at the back of her mind.
“Alright, maybe I should ease into this,” she said aloud, as if talking to the PipBuck itself. “No big surprises just yet.”
Carefully, she examined the interface without pressing any buttons. The screen displayed various icons and information, including what looked like a map and a health monitor. All of it was fascinating, but she decided she’d rather maintain her current situation than risk accidentally activating a function that could get her in trouble.
“Let’s explore a little, PipBuck,” she murmured, moving slowly toward the cabinets. “Just you, me and a world of mysteries waiting to be unraveled.”
Navigating the darkened hallway, her senses heightened, knowing that she had to be on guard for anything ahead. The oppressive silence of the abandoned place was unsettling, every echo and creak amplifying her anxiety. Suddenly, her hoof struck something hard and metallic. She glanced down to find a twisted piece of a pipe, likely discarded during the chaos that had once filled these halls.
Instinctively, she crouched down and inspected the makeshift weapon. It was cold to the touch, covered in grime and had jagged edges. Despite its condition, it seemed like the perfect tool to defend herself, if the need arose. She felt a flicker of reassurance; it was something tangible that might help her banish away the horrors, in a world that seemed to perpetuate nightmares.
Blue gripped the cold pipe between her teeth, a sharp chill radiated through her mouth, starting from the metal and spreading to her tongue. The surface felt damp, possibly from ages of dust and moisture that clung to it in the musty, old room. The taste was a strange mix—tinged with metallic sharpness, it carried an underlying bitterness reminiscent of rust and decay, a stark reminder of the age surrounding her. Shaking her feelings away, she pushed onward, cautiously stepping deeper into the darkness. Each creak of the floorboards caused her heart to race, but the added weight of the metal instrument gave her a small sense of courage.
She turned a corner, the air grew colder and an uneasy heaviness settled around her. It felt as though the shadows themselves were watching, waiting for her next move. That is until she stumbled into the room, having tripped over something sticky and cold obscured in the dark.
Blue’s heart stuttered in her chest as she regained focus and caught sight of the grotesque scene before her. The flickering light was casting eerie shadows over the dozens of bodies sprawled across the cold, grimy floor. Each of the icy blue-furred ponies lay motionless, their gazes vacant, as lengthy glistening tendrils protruded from their mouths like grotesque, nocturnal vines. The sight was so surreal and horrifying that her mind struggled to process what lay before her.
She stood frozen in place, her breath catching in her throat. The room was heavy with an unsettling silence that felt almost suffocating. Was this some kind of sick joke or a nightmare from which she couldn't awaken? Instinctively, her grip on the broken pipe tightened, yet it felt inadequate against the horrific spectacle.
Questions raced through her mind. Were these ponies once alive? What had happened to them? As she took a tentative step closer, uncertainty gnawed at her. Every instinct screamed at her to turn and flee, yet a darker curiosity rooted her to the spot.
Forcing herself to examine the scene further, she noticed that the bodies vividly contrasted against the dull, dank surroundings. Despite being in the midst of decomposition, their fur still glistened like new under the dim light. Each single corpse she could see had seemed to have died in different poses, yet strangely enough, none of them bore any visible wounds. For all she knew, they could have all succumbed to some malevolent force or been victims of a fate far worse than death itself.
Blue looked around the hallway, her eyes scanning the dusty floor for something to throw. The silence felt oppressive, making her feel restless and anxious. She spotted a piece of debris—a chunk of material roughly the size of a rock, dull and rough-edged, half-buried in the dust. Grabbing it with her hoof, she held it up, weighing it thoughtfully in her grasp.
This should do, she thought, feeling a momentary surge of determination to break the heavy quiet.
With a swift motion, she aimed at the pile of lifeless figures in the corner and hurled the debris. It sailed through the air and struck with a sharp thud, the sound slicing through the stillness. For a heartbeat, she held her breath, watching intently to see if any of the figures would react. But they remained motionless, their bodies shrouded in dust and shadow, completely still.
A wave of sadness washed over her as she leaned in closer, her gaze lingering on the silent forms. These ponies once had lives, dreams and stories, she thought, a heavy ache forming in her chest. Now they’re just...gone, she continued to express her thoughts.
This place was a tomb, and she was intruding.
Swallowing hard, Blue took a shaky step back, her instincts urging her to escape the horrifying sight. Just as she turned, however, the room seemed to shift around her, a soft sound of slithering making her freeze again. She felt an icy chill and the hair on the back of her neck stood on end. Whatever darkness had claimed these souls might still be lurking nearby.
Gathering her resolve, she gripped the pipe even tighter in her mouth and took a cautious step back toward the door, her heart racing. No longer could she afford to be a passive observer; she needed to find answers and or escape from this place before it became too late.
The question remained: could she bear to uncover the truth that lay hidden in this nightmare?
Carefully maneuvering around the bodies and pushing open the second-to-last door on this floor, Blue hesitated as it creaked ominously on its hinges. Now open, the door only seemed to reveal an expanse of darkness that felt alive, almost as if it were breathing. The air that spilled from the room was cool and stale, wrapping around her in a chilling embrace. Without a light to guide her, she was left with only the faintest hints of shapes beyond the threshold. A daunting proposition for anyone, let alone someone as wary as she was.
Her heart pounded in her chest, the echoing rhythm of water droplets underscoring the silence that enveloped her. What awaited her in that suffocating blackness? Shadows twisted before her in her imagination, each one morphing into amalgamation of monsters; every creak of the old building only seemed to amplify the stillness, heightening her sense of dread.
Taking a few shaky steps inside, she strained to listen for anything, trying to pick up on any sounds that might betray the presence of other beings. The rustle of fabric and or the scuff of a hoof…anything to suggest she was alone and the monsters in her imagination were not real. .
“H-hello?” she called into the dark her, her voice a fragile and muffled thing that rattled in the silence. It hung there for a moment, swallowed by the shadows with no reply. The absence of sound tightened the knot in her stomach and she mentally cursed her inability to find a source of light. She could feel the darkness pressing in, wrapping around her like a fog, making it hard to breathe.
Reluctantly she ventured deeper into the room, relying on her instincts and the rough contours of the obstacles around her path, she slowly navigated further in.
Suddenly, a soft scuffling noise startled her, reverberating in the depths of the room. Blue froze, eyes straining to pierce the darkness, feeling the adrenaline coursing through her veins. With her heart racing, she felt the cold grip of fear.
What the FUCK was that!?! She thought in a panic, momentarily frozen in fear. With every second that passed, the silence felt heavier.
Having had enough heartwrenching frights for one lifetime, she began taking a step back the way she came, when she felt the faintest hint of a draft brush against her cheek.
Pivoting around in a flash, Blue’s heart thundered in her chest as she found herself gazing at a pair of icy red eyes staring right back at her from the doorway. Blue stood rooted in place, as the huge red eyes seemed to pierce her through her sanity and time stretched painfully in that stillness. The air felt thick with tension and her body instinctively tensed up as she fought the primal urge to scream and flee. However there was nowhere to run besides deeper into the darkness. The ice-covered monstrosity was blocking the door she had just come through and she had no way of lighting her way out of here. Its body was covered in frozen icey goo that seemed to freeze the very air around it, blanketing its whole body in a layer of white frost. Even from this distance she could almost taste the icy air it radiated all around as it curled into her lungs. All she could do was stare in horror, the threshold of her sanity breaking apart under that crimson stare.
Then, as abruptly as it had intensely focused on her, the creature turned its attention away from her, seemingly uninterested in the fragile pony trembling before it. It began to eerily roam the dark room she was in, slithering through the shadows, trailing icy frost behind it that glimmered with light like lost stars in the darkness.
Being out of immediate danger, Blue let out the breath she had been holding onto for so long. Breathing in short frantic gasps, her mind racing with fear and confusion.
The realization that the creature ignored her created an unsettling space of silence, amplifying her fear and worried mind. What was this abomination? How did it sneak up behind her? Where did it come from? Was she so insignificant that it didn't deem her a worthy meal…or was it simply indifferent to her presence?
The contrast between her terror and the creature's eerie calm sent shivers down her spine. Each dripping bead of frost that fell from the creature's body felt like a promise of something looming, something she was not yet prepared to face. She felt as though death itself was in the room with her and it had found her unworthy of its cold embrace, caring more about idly exploring its surroundings.
Blue fought the urge to scream, the sound echoing in her mind like a battle cry against the paralysis that gripped her. She had so much adrenaline rushing through her, making her shake violently from head to hoof. Regaining control of herself, she began forcing herself to back away further into the darkness of the room. Anywhere else would be safer than having to be near that thing. But as she moved back inch by inch away from that writhing monstrosity, the contrasting darkness of the room began feeling as though it was suffocating her.
Her only options were to either go deeper into that abysmal room or face the chilling mass wandering about in the hallway leaving a trail of icy light.
However, the way she could see the creature leisurely gliding along the floor made her think it was simply exploring its surroundings and not hunting. Though she was still apprehensive since each of its fluid jiggling motions unnerved her immensely. The only saving grace was that It paid her no mind, its attention captured by the shadows in the corners of the room, lost in its own world.
With panic threading through her limbs, Blue decided to shakily follow the trail of light being left behind by the creature trying her darndest to be brave. A passive monstrosity was still better than walking blind through that pitch darkness at the end of the day.
“What do you want?” she managed to muffle with the pipe in her mouth, perring at the creature who was far too engrossed in its exploration to hear her.
The icy tendrils of fear wrapped tighter around her chest and she fought to steady her mind. She couldn’t let herself be consumed by this dread. She had to find a way to understand this creature or perhaps simply survive its presence. Taking cautious measured breaths, Blue tried to focus on her surroundings hoping for something, anything that might help her make sense of this bizarre encounter.
Slow and hesitant, she followed at a distance, her heart still racing but a flicker of determination and curiosity igniting within her. There was something about this creature, something more than its terrifying façade and deep within her fear, she sensed a thread of curiosity and urgency.
Perhaps it would lead her to a way out of the darkness or perhaps she was being too naive and it was leading her into a trap deeper in this nightmare. Only time would tell and for now she was resolved to stay close enough to find out, even if every fiber of her being screamed to run.
Blue felt a surge of relief when she could finally see flickering lights in the distance again, signaling that the darkhallway had led to a completely new area. While the creature continued on its merry path completely oblivious to her presence, she sharply turned towards the opposite way. Wasting no time, trotted away trying to put some distance before finally feeling safe, adrenaline fueling her escape. The icy chill from the creature still lingered in the air, curling around her like a ghostly reminder of the horror she had just witnessed.
“Finally…I think I'm safe now.” She tried reassuring herself in muffled words, still a bit shaky from the experience.
As she navigated furthur through this completely new area, she noticed that the atmosphere of her surroundings had changed.The oppressive shadows receded slightly, replaced by the eerie glow of fluorescent lights flickering overhead, illuminating her path. The ground beneath her seemed to be made of solid concrete, the sound of her hooves echoing softly against its cold surface. She could also swear that unlike the expansive rooms before, this area seems to be smaller and more compact. Feeling as though the walls were slowly pressing in on her, decorated with various pictures of smiling ponies watching her every move.
After what felt like an eternity of tense silence, Blue stumbled into the next room, her breath hitching in her throat at the sight that greeted her. Dominating the far wall was a giant door, its surface cold and metallic, adorned with strange symbols and a digital panel that flickered sporadically next to it. The panel was embedded with an array of buttons and a small screen that pulsed lightly, casting a cold blue hue that seemed to beckon her closer.
To her right, a row of lockers stood like veteran wardens, each one more worn and battered compared to their counterparts near the head of security, their surfaces scratched and dulled from constant use. They seemed to hum with untold stories and Blue’s curiosity piqued despite the lingering fear that made her pulse race. Part of her wanted to explore, to see what secrets lay within, while another part urged her to keep moving on and witness what was beyond those vast metalic doors.
Walking over towards the lockers, her heart still hammering a bit fast in her chest after what she just experienced. Maybe there was an object, a tool, or even a piece of information that could help her escape this twisted labyrinth. Maybe something better than a twisted pipe that might protect her from horrors similar to that icy creature lurking about the shadows. Blue shook her head a moment trying to shoo away any lingering images of that monster from her mind and lowered her head down, gently dropping the pipe. She was annoyed with the constant muffled words and carrying it her mouth just left her with a yucky metallic taste on her tongue. Reaching out and tugging at the nearest locker’s handle, she was disappointed to find it stubbornly locked, its surface cold against her touch.
Damn thing must have been rusted shut she thought, moving to the next one and trying again. This time, she heard a faint click, though the door didn’t budge. Fear prickled at her senses as she glanced back at the door, half-expecting the icy creature to come barreling in, drawn by her noise of the lockers.
With trembling hooves, she crouched down to peer through the small gap between the partially ajar locker door and its frame. It was dark inside and her heart sank a little as all she could make out were oddly shaped shadows. But she also thought she caught a glimpse of something shiny, a glimmer of a metal object that could be useful.
Fighting her instincts to run, she braced herself and pushed the locker door open wider as quietly as possible. The hinges creaked as it opened, revealing a chaotic jumbled mass of scattered items within. At the back of the locker, nestled among a collection of discarded gear, she spotted the glimmering object: it appeared to be a pocket-sized flashlight, its casing slightly tarnished but seemingly functional.
With hope, she reached in and grasped the flashlight, pulling it out gently. It felt surprisingly solid in her hooves and she flicked the switch on with a tentative flick of her hoof. The beam flared to life, illuminating the dark corners of the room around her and almost blinding her with its strong incandescence. The glow not only cast away some of the oppressive shadows but also provided an anchor of safety amidst her rising fear.
Feeling a bit more secure with the flashlight, she straightened up, glancing between the giant door and the other lockers. Perhaps she could try to unlock more of them, or maybe she could find a way to open that imposing door and uncover what lay beyond it. Either way, she knew she had to keep moving; the sense of urgency was building again within her not wanting to encounter the creature again.
Just as she stepped closer to the door, a faint sound echoed from the depths of the corridor she had just fled, sending a wave of icy panic surging through her once more. Whatever had been lurking was still out there and it sounded like it was getting closer.
Blue took a deep breath, the flashlight steady in her grip and knew she had to make a choice to either brave the unknowable door or delve deeper into the lockers to uncover anything that might aid her in this nightmare.
Blue decided that having some survival necessities were paramount and began rummaging through the second locker, her hooves moving with a sense of urgency. The moment she spotted a worn jacket folded neatly on one of the shelves, a spark of hope ignited within her. It looked warm and could offer much-needed protection from the chill that permeated the air. Without hesitation, she slipped it on, feeling the soft fabric wrap around her. Adjusting the sleek black jacket, she felt her wings slip gracefully through the holes in the back, the fabric hugging her form snugly while allowing her freedom of movement. The only downside was that her wings would not be protected against the elements. Aside from that, It was a perfect fit and surprisingly comfortable to wear on top of her security barding.
That was just the beginning. Blue continued to investigate, her eyes widened in disbelief at what lay beneath the jacket. Nestled in the back of the locker were several boxes, each with a name that brought a rush of adrenaline through her veins. '.45 ACP Ammunition' & '.375 MAG Cartridges' bold lettering was engraved on two of the boxes. Shaking one of the small boxes a tiny bit, she could hear its contents shifting faintly and jingling around.
Although she wasn't sure why, opening one of the boxes and looking at the glistening copper casings, a torrent of faint memories were suddenly rushing back to her. Like a foggy cloud of knowledge having learned what felt like a lifetime ago about self-defense and firearms safety.
Next, her gaze fell upon two sleek pistols resting side by side, their metal surfaces glinting under the flashlight’s beam. They were intimidating and yet beautifully alluring at the same time. A 1911 semi-auto heavy pistol and a .375 stainless steel revolver, two dangerous and magnificent works of machinery. Both pistols shined bright silver under the light, their weight on her hooves heavily radiated the potential safety they would bring, if she could learn to use them properly. Out of the two guns, the 1911 pistol had several beautifully designed engravings depicting the moonlight stars on both sides. It also had a grip carved out of dragon scales and words along one side that read ‘Luna’s light shineth in darkness, and the darkness comprehended it not’. For a moment, she felt overwhelmed by the sheer magnitude of her discoveries, a strange mix of fear, exhilaration and empowerment washing over her.
Just when she was about to wonder how she would take them with her, she noticed a pair of matching holsters hanging inside the back of the locker. Taking a few moments to clumsily figure out how to put them on, she was soon able to secure them tightly next to her shoulders.
Finally, she caught sight of a stun baton, its sleek design gleaming ominously under her flashlight. Its ebony color paired nicely with the pistols and was in much better condition compared to the pipe she had picked up before. With this, she could still defend herself without having to resort to more lethal methods. Reaching for it, she felt its cool surface in her hooves, feeling her pulse quicken as she tried imagining how best to wield it…especially without stunning herself.
Blue stared at her findings in awe, hardly able to process how lucky she had just been finding all these treasures and what is signified for her moving forward. Why was she feeling such excitement from the discovery of weapons? If such dangerous things were so common to find, did that mean that danger was a constant issue around these parts? The thrill of potential survival now at her disposal ignited a spark of courage within her, pushing the fear ever so slightly to the back of her mind.
This was more than just a means of defense; it was a chance to reclaim some measure of power in an environment where she had felt utterly powerless. But at the same time, she understood that they were more than mere tools…capable of snuffing out life. The understanding of what she truly held and might be forced to do tugged at her conscience. Each weapon carried a weight of responsibility, a reminder that violence could easily spiral out of control. In that moment she wrestled with her emotions, fear and excitement waltzed together within her casting a complex shadow over her heart.
Glancing back at the giant metallic door, the thought of stepping through that threshold now bore an entirely new significance. With the jacket keeping her warm, the stun baton ready in her wing grip and the pistols safely secured to her sides, she felt a determination stirring within her now that she had a better chance at surviving.
These are tools for survival, nothing more,” she whispered to herself, trying to ease her aching conscience and stay focused.
Blue finished securing her weapons, a soft, mechanical voice echoed in her ears, emanating from the Pipbuck strapped to her wrist.
“Attention: Weapon Initialization Sequence Activated.”
“User: Immortal. First! Let’s ensure your armaments are ready for action. Starting with Grace, your one and trusted 1911!”
Blue nodded, a slight smile tugging at her lips at the thought of the weapon’s affectionate name.
“To load Grace, begin by ejecting the magazine.”
With a swift motion, Blue did just that, and the Pipbuck chimed in approval.
“Excellent! Now confirm the magazine is fully loaded with the correct caliber: .45 ACP otherwise at best your weapon will not fire. Insert it back into the grip until you hear a distinctive unmistakable click.”
She followed the instructions and racked the slide with a satisfying ka-chink.
“Good job! Grace is ready for action. Remember, every shot counts; precision is key.”
Her heart beat a little faster as the reassuring mechanical voice pivoted its focus.
“Next, let’s prep Faith, your reliable .375 revolver.”
With careful intent, Blue pressed the tiny button to open the chamber. The voice encouraged her with contagious levels of excitement.
“Ensure the cylinder is empty before loading. Now, load each of the six chambers with the magnum rounds. Be mindful of your inventory; know how many rounds you have left.”
She methodically filled each chamber, feeling the weight of responsibility settle in as she closed the cylinder with a smooth flick of her wrist.
“Perfect! Faith is fully loaded and standing by. Each bullet is vital—make sure you aim wisely.”
Taking a deep breath, adrenaline coursing through her veins, Blue nodded resolutely.
“Continue to stay alert! For your survival depends on knowing your weapons, their names, and your abilities. You and your companions—Grace and Faith—are meant to face what lies ahead together as friends!”/b]
Fully prepared now, she walked over to stand before the colossal metal door, feeling a mix of adrenaline and jitters. No longer having to feel utterly scared and useless against the horrors of the world, being able to now alter her fate with the help of these tools.
“Here goes nothing,” she muffled softly to herself.
Whether this door led to her salvation or danger, she was no longer the same scared pony she had been moments before and would valiantly face the future ahead. Maybe she would even find out who she truly was and unveil the truth of this dark place she had awoken in. The door in front of her was massive, its size easily dwarfing her slender frame..
Taking a look around the area, she could not find any blatant way to open the heavy and imposing stable door. She could see that it was secured tight by heavy mechanisms, meaning that a console that controlled heavy machinery…or a crazy amount of explosives would be the only way for it to open. This place certainly seems secure, but knowing that did little to alleviate her growing anxiety.
“That flickering panel thing looked promising, maybe I shou–” Blue had begun to ponder out loud, but cut herself off hearing a noise somewhere in the distance.
Pressing her back against the cool imposing surface of the metallic door, her heart began racing as she tuned into the unsettling silence of the corridor. in front of her, she could hear a creature lurking among the shadows in one of the adjacent rooms down the corridor.. She could hear it moving about, but for now, it seemed oblivious to her presence.
With a quick glance back at the flickering terminal, she noticed that its flashing yellow light was illuminating a pair of saddlebags resting next to several white boxes next to it. Quietly sneaking her way over, while shooting quick glances at the darkened corridor, she was dreadfully aware that time was not on her side. Upon reaching her goal, she inspected them, noticing that they were well worn but still sturdy to be used. Giving her a bit of joy that she would now be able to carry more stuff with ease and not uncomfortably cram it into her jacket’s pockets.
Setting down the poster and canister she had tucked under her wing, she began organizing her supplies with haste along with the stuff she found in the locker. It was essential to keep her supplies secure and organized, especially in a place as unpredictable as this.
In swift, fluid motions, blue packed all the items into the saddlebags, her eyes darting back to the pitch black corridor. With a determined flick of her hoof, she zipped up the saddlebags, ensuring everything was tightly enclosed and ready for action. Once the bags were filled to her satisfaction, she slung the pair of saddlebags onto her back, adjusting the straps and positioning them securely behind her wings.
The creature may still be lurking nearby, but she now felt more than prepared to confront it, if it decided to attack her.
Peering over her shoulder again, she surveyed the darkened corridor. Taking steadying slow breaths, Blue listened intently, her ears swiveling to catch any hint of sound of movement. The atmosphere around it was thick with tension, muffled sounds of something rummaging around could be heard faintly echoing in the air.
The last thing she wanted to do was aggravate the creature with any sudden sounds, but she had an inkling feeling that getting the metallic door open would be extremely noisy. She needed to determine how far away it truly was, hopefully was nowhere near and she would have ample time to escape this place.
Carefully, she moved towards the corridor, taking cautious, measured steps to minimize any noise. A shard of glass cracked subtly beneath her hoof, making Blue wince at each sound, mentally chastising herself to tread lighter. As she approached a corner, she paused, pressing her back against the cool wall. Breathing slowly, she strained to hear anything beyond the faint echoes of her own heartbeat.
Minutes felt like hours as she awaited, dreading to hear the return of the icy creature that had been stalking the area. In the stillness, Blue focused on her surroundings. Dust motes floated in the sparse light, peacefully drifting around like tiny clouds. Down like a tiny sparkle
Then, she heard it—the soft, shuffling sound of slithering against the concrete floor, barely audible but unmistakable...It was drawing closer.
As it approached, Blue’s heart thundered in her chest. This was her moment; she needed to decide whether to confront the threat or find a way to evade it. Taking out and gripping the stun baton tightly, she prepared for whatever might come around the corner, her instincts honed and ready to strike.
“Stay calm, you’ve got this.” she muffled to herself, reminding herself of the resolve that brought her this far. Blue took one last breath, ready to face whatever awaited her in the shadows.
Sneaking a peek down the corridor, something caught her eye—a glimmer of light reflecting off a smooth surface. She leaned closer, her fear momentarily stilled and she spotted a small figurine resting beside a mound of rubble.
It was a delicate sculpture of a night-blue alicorn, intricately crafted with an elegance that captured her attention. The figure’s delicate features were strikingly reminiscent of the moonlit night sky, cascading with silvery details that shimmered softly in the dim light.
Mesmerized by its beauty, she slowly made her way towards it completely ignoring her fight or flight instincts, still being in possible mortal danger. Reaching down to tenderly pick it up, she brushed off a layer of dust and debris off the figurine. Cradling it close to her, she felt that this divine work of art was somehow more important than she could ever know. Turning it around in her hooves to inspect it, she could see that there were some letters writing at its base.
The name etched there sent a strange wave of Deja vu washing over her: “Luna.”
“To our Mother of the Night, may the cosmos shine bright under her loving gaze. May her wonderland of dream hold and protect us evermore,” she read aloud, the words an echo of reverence and love, almost like a prayer.
In a world so filled with chaos and nightmarish uncertainty, the figurine made her feel a connection to something greater than herself. It was as if a divine cosmic being was now watching over her and giving her that sense of guidance she sorely needed. It was as if this Luna herself was watching over her with her shimmering moonlight,even in the darkest of places.
Feeling emboldened and protected by the words of Luna’s prayer, Blue gently placed the figurine in her saddlebags alongside her supplies, ensuring it would be safe and never leave her side. Blessed with an unexpected surge of strength, the dangers of the corridor didn't seem quite so daunting anymore; after all, she didn’t quite feel alone anymore.
She could also no longer hear the creature move about in the darkness, igniting a flame of faith in her heart, reaffirming that Luna was now watching over her.
With her heart now steadied and her determination renewed, Blue boldly made her way back to the flashing panel without a smidgen of fear. Taking a closer look at it, she noticed that it was a complex array of lights and buttons, each glowing ominously. She brushed her hoof against it, feeling the cool metal beneath her touch.
“Okay, Blue, you can do this. Just a little tinkering...what's the worst that could happen?”
she muffled, trying to steady her nerves since she wasn't exactly sure what she was doing.
Pressing a button that flickered a soft blue hue, she flinched, half expecting the thing to explode in a shower of sparks…but nothing happened.
A second button caught her eye, glowing red like a warning beacon. “Maybe not that one…” she muttered to herself, attempting to bite her lip in concentration; however, the pipe was still in her muzzle. Big red buttons always meant something bad, didn't they? Furrowing her brows, she contemplated her next move.
“What if I try this one instead?”
Gingerly, Blue pressed another button and a series of thumping sounds reverberated through the corridor, making her heart jump in response.
“What does that mean?” she murmured, even more unsure now. Maybe dealing with machines was not her forte
“Are you even working, you piece of junk?” she said with annoyance, accidentally slamming her hoof down on the big red button in a small fit
Suddenly, an emergency siren blared all around and bright yellow flashing lights began illuminating the entire entrance. A robotic voice could be heard all around saying something in broken static:
A massive crane carrying a cylinder-like drill emerged from the ceiling, moving slowly towards the massive metallic door and locking itself in place. Slowly, the lock mechanisms that were holding the door in place were released and the drill began to slowly open the door at a snail's pace.
Completely caught off guard by the loud alarm noises and blinding lights, Blue’s breath hitched in her throat. She had barely registered that the door began to crack open when her stomach dropped. A sliver of snow was flowing in through the cracks, oozing inside as though it were a malevolent force spreading its freezing tendril in from the outside.
“Come on, just handle it!” she continued to whisper fervently, urging herself into action and trying her best to acclimate to this sudden chaos. “Think! There has to be a logical explanation behind that stuff pushing its way inside! Maybe it’s just a stray animal…or a big version of a creature standing right behind the door,” Blue said to herself, her imagination playing tricks on her and making her imagine the worst possible things. It also didn't help that there were loud siren sounds, flashing light, the groaning of the colossal door as it opened and the howling of wind rushing inside bringing along with a torrent of frost.
But deep down, dread clawed at her thoughts. The room felt charged, and she could almost hear the heavy, rhythmic thumping of her heart echoing within. “Stay focused, remember that Luna is watching over you and there is nothing to be afraid of,” she chastised herself.
“Why did I think messing with the panel was a good idea? What were you expecting to happen? Why did I have to press that red button?!? Nothing good ever comes from pressing mysterious red buttons!” she softly wailed, believing that her curiosity and sudden bout of bravery had actually doomed her.
The door groaned louder now, swinging wider as the drill mechanism fought against its rusted edges. A gale force of that frosty snow was now rushing in, blanketing the entire entrance in a whirlwind of ice crystals. The noise was so jarring that it began hurting her ears, heightening her anxiety. Each creak and groan echoed in her ears, sounding like a growling predator ready to gobble her up.“No! Not like this!” Blue hollered, taking a few shaky steps back.
“What do I do? What should I do?” she said quickly considering her options, be it combat that new monstrosity or hide hoping the Luna figurine would conceal her from danger.
“I-If it’s something dangerous, I’ll need to be ready. Luna will be watching over me no matter what happens, I just need to breathe and assess the situation bit by bit,” Blue said, shaking her head and trying to clear the panic fogging her thoughts.
The door finally swung open, revealing a blinding white veil, disintegrating all the lingering shadows with its light. Blue crouched low, shaking with fear, ready to react to the emerging mystery.
Blue stood trembling watching the blinding light coming from where the giant door used to be, feeling the cold washing over her. Cold snow swirled all around her, making her shiver under its tempest.
Just when she was acclimating to the cold, she heard it…
The unmistakable sound of slithering, her ear instinctively flicking back in recognition, coming from the still darkened corridor. Just beyond the light, separating her from the creature that was lurking in the shadows. The noise sent a spike of fear coursing through her veins, each wet sound hitting the floor and hiss urging her to flee.
Turning her head slightly, her eyes darted towards the open corridor. The darkness loomed, thick and suffocating, as though it were alive and breathing. The slithering grew louder, a dreadful reminder that the creature was still here and was getting closer attracted by all of the comotion.
She may have been armed, but in all honesty just looking at the creature filled her with dread. Deciding that escaping into that blinding snow was a far better option, she propelled herself to gallop at full speed towards the light.
Behind her, the slithering escalated, followed by a low, menacing growl that echoed off the walls of the stable. The monster was right behind her and every instinct screamed for her to run. But she couldn't look back, otherwise her heart might stop at the sight of those crimson blood eyes. The thought of imminent death sent a fresh wave of adrenaline surging through her. Don't look back, don't look back! she screamed in her mind, imagining the creature nipping at her tail .
With adrenaline urging her forwards, she jumped and burst forth into the white veil beyond the door.. The freezing wind hit her like a wall, the sudden drop in temperature almost stopping her in her tracks. But she pressed on, urgency propelling her into the swirling chaos outside. The snow crunched beneath her hooves, deafened by the maelstrom of snow raging about outside.
Blue didn’t look back; she couldn’t.
Her breath came in quick, desperate gasps as she raced onwards into the blinding snowstorm , driven by the sheer need to survive.
“Run” she whispered urgently to herself, the sound nearly lost in the storm. She could feel the presence of the creature lurking behind her, its slithering shadows just a heartbeat away. The stable wasn’t safe and neither was standing still in this storm.
Blue continued to gallop away, determined to put as much distance between herself and the horror that pursued her. Although she could feel as if she would explode from the immense exertion, she would not let the monster catch her. She would face whatever challenges awaited her, no matter how terrifying.
FOOTNOTE
RANK UP: BROADCASTING MIND
You have acquired the ability to communicate telepathically with those around you. You can not only convey your thoughts directly to others but also hear their unspoken feelings and intentions. Deepening your understanding of their emotions and motivations. Use this skill wisely, no one likes a nosey neigh–bor.
BONUS SKILL: ALICORN PROWESS
You are given more than extra skill points to allocate, aren't you lucky!
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<p>Derpy Hooves has been blind her whole life. But if you try to talk down to her, she’ll put you in your place, and she won’t hold back.</p><p>An entry for <a href="/group/215333/beans-writing-group" rel="nofollow">Bean’s Writing Group’s</a> <a href="/group/215333/beans-writing-group/thread/541572/the-new-blood-contest-second-edition" rel="nofollow">The “New Blood” contest: Second Edition</a>.</p><hr/><p>Featured 2024-08-03 to 2024-08-05.</p><p>Reviewed by <a href="/group/216036/war-we-are-reviews-sp/thread/545220/we-are-reviews-flash-review-5" rel="nofollow">Swordtune</a> on 2024-08-21.</p>
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As a foal at school, I didn’t like team sports. I couldn’t play a game I couldn’t see, and that made me never want to play at all. The teachers never excused me, though. I had to suffer the indignity of being picked last, and I had to suffer when the teachers told me I couldn’t just stand in a corner, and everypony on my team had to suffer because they were, in effect, one pony short. When my team lost, they blamed me for being a terrible player, not the teachers for demanding I do something I couldn’t. It was even worse when the teachers made rules that said a team couldn’t score unless everypony had touched the ball or been part of the play. The only sports I liked were individual sports like running or flying. As long as I knew the course, I was as good as anypony else and often better. Not that I could convince anypony of that. Even if I won a race, ponies still whispered that it was only because everypony else was going easy on me.
Ponies who don’t know me sometimes assume that I’m mentally disabled. They look at my crossed eyes and think, “She looks stupid,” and then, in an inexplicable leap of bad reasoning, they conclude, “She must be stupid.” When a tourist comes to the post office’s front desk, and I say, “What can I help you with?” and there’s a long pause, I know what to expect.
There was one just last week. He waved a postcard in my face. I could tell it was a postcard because he shoved it so close to me that it touched my muzzle. In a loud and slow voice, he said, “I … WANT … TO … SEND … THIS … TO … MANEHATTAN.”
Every time this happens, I talk faster. I never realize I’m doing it until the words are already out. Sometimes I think I talk faster because other customers are waiting. Other times I think it’s because I want the already sluggish and tedious and insulting interaction to be done already. I have to restrain myself from being sarcastic. Once, when I shouted “TALK NORMAL” in a customer’s face, my supervisor Gentle Gait told me that I was on the verge of an official reprimand.
“Yes sir, right away. Would you like a single postcard stamp or a whole book?” I fetched stamps from beneath the counter. I know where they are by feel.
“ONE.”
I gave him a single postcard stamp and took out more stamp books from beneath the counter. “May I also recommend the latest in the Waterfowl of Equestria series? Our newest Equestrian Architecture stamp showcases the magnificent Fillydelphia Central Railway Station. We also have buckball-themed stamps, Canterlot castle stamps, and our perennially popular Princesses Reunited stamps.” I spread the books of stamps on the counter.
“NO.”
I replaced the stamp books. “One bit, please.”
“HAVE … A … NICE … DAY.”
You too, jackass!
My vision is so terrible that I’d be blind even if I weren’t cross-eyed. I can just barely see well enough to not bump into things, but that’s all. Nopony knows how to make glasses powerful enough to correct my vision. Things only come into focus if I use a powerful jeweler’s loupe. It makes my field of view tiny, but it’s all I have, so misplacing it is terrifying. Even with it, I don’t have what the doctors call “binocular vision,” the ability to see in three dimensions.
That’s why I usually don’t work the front desk. On paper, I’m not supposed to do it at all, since I’m a mail carrier, not a clerk, but sometimes Gentle Gait needs the help. He’s nearing retirement, not that he'd ever admit it. They made him a clerk when I took over deliveries. If you asked him, he’d say that he could still service his old routes just as easily as he did twenty years ago, but that’s his pride talking. He wouldn’t make it down one whole street before his joints started talking back. When the weather is right, you can hear him creaking as he shuffles around the post office. So any time he says he’s going to deliver mail, I whine about not being able to see well enough to help in the front, and it triggers a mix of condescension and chivalry in him. He generously volunteers to stay, and in exchange, I agree to deliver what he still thinks is his route. He hasn’t figured it out yet.
Not that I mind. I get myself in trouble when I’m up front. Last year, a panicked stallion came up to me and said, “I was told my package would arrive by today!”
Without even thinking, I replied, “You weren’t told by anypony who matters.”
He growled, “This is not how you get a five-star review.”
“This is a one-star location.” That time, Gentle Gait really did reprimand me.
Gentle Gait has slowed down enough that we need extra hooves, so I tricked him into thinking he needed to train his successor. We hired an earth pony who was in the Royal Guard until a few months ago. He lost his left lower hind leg in a training accident and was granted a medical discharge. A veteran’s assistance program connected him with us, and he just started this week.
On his first day, he said, “Hi, I’m Sturdy Crest.”
“I’m gonna call you New Colt,” I informed him.
“Can I give you a nickname, too?”
“Absolutely not.”
I felt uncomfortable around New Colt. I would never have hired a disabled pony myself because there’s no telling what you’ll get. I’m a good employee because I never let my blindness get in my way. Most of the time, you could even forget I’m blind. But New Colt might be useless. I can’t tell yet. All I know is that whenever I see him, I remember that he’s disabled, and that makes me remember that I’m disabled, too, even if I think I shouldn’t really count.
New Colt walked by my desk in the sorting room. I knew it was him because his prosthetic leg makes an odd, unhooflike click against the concrete floor. I was sorting mail into my mailbag. I have a special mailbag with lots of pockets, and before I start my route, I sort every recipient’s mail into its own pocket. Since addresses are short, it doesn’t take me long to read them even though I need my loupe. I have a good memory, so I remember exactly what’s in each pocket. I know every address in Ponyville, and with my mailbag slung over my neck, I become unstoppable. I’d be a Power Pony, if the Power Ponies were mail carriers.
The clicking stopped, and I knew New Colt was watching me. I stuffed a letter into my mailbag, took the next one from the stack, and began reading the recipient’s name. “R—A—”
New Colt interrupted. “Do you need help with that?”
“No.”
“Are you sure? Because I could—”
“No. I’m not a charity case. Neither are you. You do your job and I’ll do mine.” I pretended he wasn’t there and kept sorting. He was silent a moment longer, and then the click of his prosthetic leg continued.
I don’t have to be around New Colt much because I spend most of my day making deliveries. I usually make two trips for letters within town and one more for ponies who live outside town like the Apples and Fluttershy. Sometimes I have to make extra trips for packages. No single route takes long, but in busy seasons like Hearth’s Warming, delivering everypony’s mail often requires overtime.
The biggest wastes of time are ponies who want to complain. If Cranky is at home when I deliver his and Matilda’s mail, he complains just about every time. It’s always the same: “I want you to stop delivering ads.”
“Sir, I’m a mailmare, not a DJ. I don’t take requests.”
“It’s not a request. I’m your customer, and I’m demanding that you stop delivering ads to me.”
“Sir, you’re not a customer, you’re a recipient. The customer is the pony who paid to have this mail delivered. That pony pays my salary. If you don’t like receiving this mail, you’ll have to contact them.”
“I’m a taxpayer! I pay your salary, not the stupid ponies sending junk mail!”
“No, sir, my salary comes from the post office, and the post office is funded by paying customers. Personally, I think all your mail is junk, but I have a professional obligation to deliver it to you anyway. Have a nice day, sir.”
Even ponies who try to talk to me usually don’t try for long. Being blind means I can’t see who I’m talking to. I swivel my ears in their direction, but there’s no reason for me to turn my head, so I don’t. Even if I did, I couldn’t meet their gaze, and that makes most ponies uncomfortable. But that’s their problem, not mine, and I’m not going to lose sleep over it. There are lots of ponies who aren’t worth my time.
Like the stallions who look at me and think, “I bet I can score with the retard.” One time, I was at Sugarcube Corner, and there was a group of young stallions, really barely more than colts, sitting at a table and laughing with each other. One of them got up and approached me. “Hey there, filly,” he said.
“Not interested,” I said.
He sat down next to me. “Ever had a stallion show you a good time?”
I snorted. “Like you ever could.”
“We can go places you’ve never dreamed of. I can—”
“The only place your sorry hind is going is the trash.”
“Come on, sweetheart, I just—”
I pay a lot of attention to voices, and I know just about everypony in town. “Quick Draw, isn’t it? With a name like that, I bet you don’t last long enough to satisfy a mare.” There were snickers from his table.
“How about I show you just how long I last?”
“You know I deliver your mail, right? So I know what magazines you subscribe to.”
“Uh…”
He didn’t know where I was going, which was good because I was making it up. “Do you want your friends to know that you subscribe to Playmare?”
“What?”
“‘Showbiz stallions reveal all.’ ‘Twelve pages of frontier stallions.’ ‘College colts tell you what they really want.’”
“I don’t subscribe to—”
“You don’t? Must be your father then. Hard for me to tell, though, since you still live at home. You may have that little flat of your own in the backyard, but honestly? It looks like an outhouse.” His table laughed, but Quick Draw had gone silent. “It makes sense that it’s your father’s subscription, though. It explains why, every time I deliver your mail, your mother has a different stallion over.”
Quick Draw slammed his hoof on my table. Instantly, Mr. Cake was between us. Mr. Cake is a softie, but when he looms over you, you can feel how tall he is, especially if you’re not yet a full-grown stallion. He said to Quick Draw, “You’re disturbing the other customers.”
Quick Draw stomped out. A moment later, his friends followed him.
I held up a hoof. Mr. Cake said, “No, that doesn’t get a hoof bump. That was too much.”
“I knew you had my back.”
“You lost me a customer. He’s not going to come back soon.” He returned to his place behind the counter and chuckled. “‘It looks like an outhouse,’ though! That was good.”
I’m not opposed to dating even though it’s usually a waste of time. I have a weakness for stallions with deep, rich voices. A low voice makes me imagine that he has a gorgeous body, one with a dense, untamed mane, hooves as tough as granite, and powerful muscles that ripple as he walks; a flawless body worthy of being chiseled into marble and put on display in a museum. Big McIntosh has the kind of voice I like, but I’d never go out with him. He never seems to notice what other ponies say about him, which makes me think his mind is a few apples shy of a bushel, if you know what I mean. I don’t want ponies thinking I’m stupid by association.
I made it back from my route and started sorting mail into my mailbag for my next route. A surprised yelp and a crash interrupted me. From the other end of the mail room came the sound of boxes falling, metal creaking, and paper scattering. I dashed to the source of the noise. I still had my loupe, so I looked around. New Colt was on the floor, an astonished look on his face, his prosthesis detached from his leg. The shelf next to him had fallen over.
Gentle Gait tottered up and asked, “Are you alright?”
“It slipped off”—New Colt waved his stump at his prosthesis—“and I stumbled into the shelf.”
Gentle Gait knelt and began picking up letters. “Well, nothing to do now except clean up.”
“Don’t worry. I’ll take care of it.”
“It’s no problem. Around here, we all help each other out.”
“No!” New Colt exploded. “You don’t help me! You coddle me! You treat me like I’m a foal who can’t do things for myself! And you’re right!” He waved his leg stump in the air. “Look at me! Nopony thinks I can work here! I’m a mangled wreck! I’m here because I’m a charity case, not because I can do the job!” New Colt raised his head and glared at me. “What are you looking at?” he demanded. “Huh? Tell me what you’re looking at!”
I put down my loupe. “I’m not looking at anything. I’m blind. I’ll always be blind.”
Profanity erupted from his mouth. Kicking his prosthesis, he raved, “What good is an earth pony who’s weak? Who’s slow? I’m not good for anything now! It would have been better if I had died!”
I waited, silent, looking down through my crossed eyes at his blurry, indistinct form, until his tantrum had ended and he lay on the floor, gulping air, hot from the effort of his futile thrashing. Then I picked up his prosthesis and laid it next to him.
He murmured, “Does it ever get any better?”
“No. And if you keep pitying yourself, I’ll kick you in the face.”
New Colt wailed, a pitiable cry of despair and helplessness, and tears coursed down his cheeks.
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562820
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Bon-Bon,Lyra,Original Character,Queen Chrysalis,Alternate Universe,Crossover,Human,Adventure,Comedy,Romance,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Death,Profanity,Sex,Violence
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I Expect You To Die
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Ex-Queen Chrysalis and a god of blood are in a messed up romance. It's going to be a problem for everyone.
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incomplete
| -1 | -1 |
<p>According to the MSPA wiki, the etymology of the word kismesis stems from the combination of the word "kismet" (loosely meaning fate or soulmate), and the Greek goddess "Nemesis".</p><p>The concept of a kismesissitude (or to the average person who doesn't wanna say that every time, a blackrom) is one that hasn't graced the Equestrian multiverse a lot. But recently, one universe, touched by the blight of a narrative not unlike Homestuck, has seen a blackrom blossom between the mercenary ex-queen of the hive, and an intense blood god from a dead narrative. </p><p>Will they be able to keep their strange relationship professional in the workplace, or will their explosive love-rivalry have disastrous consequences for the ponies, the people, the universe, and the concept of love?</p>
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mature
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2024-08-03T09:26:08+00:00
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2024-08-05T06:38:46+00:00
| 155 |
The time on this week's doomsday counter ticks down. You're at about half a minute left. Your coworkers, Sweetie Drops and Lyra Heartstrings, are busy deactivating a missile that'll probably destroy all of Canterlot, or something.
You don't particularly care what it's gonna do, it's just another day in the job for you, and that job is preventing doomsday devices from activating.
[=>Insert name], member of the World and Star System Upkeep Protectorate.
WaSSUP.
Oh, yeah, right, your name. Only took making a sequel about you and your hate-mate for the audience to learn it.
Your name is MYRA SANGRE. You are a SEER OF BLOOD. The irony of your naming convention doesn't escape you.
You work for the S.M.I.L.E. agency as an infuriatingly good wellspring of information.
"What is the override grid-password on this gamma-spanner phase flux?" Lyra looks over to you.
"Press A-32, type in KRONOS, hold the button down until you input the code."
"How do you even know that?!" Sweets growls in frustration as they both work tirelessly.
"Dr. Eadlocke is basing the design of his tech off of a combination of video games, Skaia tech, and elaborate references to the Earth we both came from - references to the better Pixar movies, specifically."
It may look like you're standing around in the silo, doing fuck all while the launch ticks down to zero, but in reality, every drop of blood in your body is pumping both oxygen and information into your brain. You're currently digging through Eadlocke's past to see when he assembled the doomsday device that sits before you now.
You know what they say. Strand a guy on an island with an alchemiter and eventually he'll build a bomb.
Or maybe that's just you.
Either way, you're not particularly freaked out. You've seen plenty of Spy movies. They always, always, manage to stop the detonation at 00:00.04 seconds or something.
Fifteen seconds.
"Sangre!" Lyra shouts. "I'm seeing four cartridges, each are a different color. There's a black, a yellow, a reddish-purple, and a blue."
With the ability bestowed upon you by your godtier, your blood drips into the past. You gaze into what has come before.
Dr. Eadlocke - and you know he only calls himself that because it sounds like "Dreadlock"* - is previously shoving an ink printer into the bomb.
"And they'll never guess CMYK! They don't have printers here, those stupid ponies! Another invention that they could've prospered from with my help, but NOOO! They don't neeeed it!! They have MAAAAGIC!!" He says in the past that you are currently watching.
* Which is a little bit fucked up, because he is absolutely white.
"Blue, Reddish-purple, yellow, black." You reply in the now.
"Okay! There's one more password in the console!" She squints.
Ten seconds.
"What.. is the air speed velocity of an unladen swallow?"
"African or European Swallow."
"Wha- I don't know that!"
"No- that's the answer!"
"Huh?"
Five.
Fuck.
Three.
You dive for the keyboard.
Two.
AfricanOrEuropeanSwallow
One
Enter.
The missle silo releases pressures and deactivates modules, almost disappointed, as the vox intercom robotically announces, "MISSLE LAUNCH ABORTED. ALL PERSONNEL EVACUATE IMMEDIATELY. SELF DESTRUCTION IN: THREE MINUTES."
Well of course, you gotta have the self destruct sequence. Absolute classic.
Your body relaxes, sliding down from the console like porridge and onto the floor, where you lay for a precious few seconds.
If you weren't a god, your life woulda ended right then and there. But it would've been really painful regardless. Gotta appreciate the little things.
Oh, yeah, and your friends would've died. That would suck way more.
You grunt and groan your way back up onto your feet.
"Remind me to make you guys binge some of the more mainstream movies before the next assignment." You fully stand up, wobble as your heart rate kicks up for a moment from the orthostatic change, and plant a foot on wide-brimmed ferrule of your cane, whereupon physics makes it stand up so you can grab it by the handle.
There. Better. Your legs strain less. You take a swig of your canteen. The salty electrolytes coat your throat.
Way less at risk of passing out now. Hell yes.
"How many times do I have to tell you not to drink on the job?!" Sweets gets on your case.
"And how many times do I have to tell you that salt is good for me?" You retort. "Humans and ponies have different physiology. We don't get drunk on salt!"
"Sure," Lyra snorts, "and Harry DuBois was a magnesium based life form."
Sometimes you regret allowing Lyra to play that game.
The three of you gallop down the hallway toward the nearest exit as sirens blare and alarms flash. The nearest exit stands across a bridge that spans the front of the volcanic waterfall that was being used as a geothermal energy source for Eadlocke's operations. The heat is almost unbearable as the lava grows more and more volatile.
Yeah, shits gonna blow. You start to hurry your way across the fifty foot bridge - only for a black blur to tackle you to the ground. Lyra and Sweets stop and look to you in shock. You get to your feet, stumble for a second, and take another swig of salty drink.
Two beady eyes of insectoid hatred pierce into yours.
Here's a fun fact: Ponies are a lot taller than fanon calculated.* Which means that powerful creatures like Tirek and Celestia are VERY tall.
Chrysalis, is also very tall. Not a queen anymore, she has pursued a new line of work, her relatively small, fresh hive acting as mercenaries for anyone that'll hire.
And ever since the influx of humans on Equus, there have been plenty of willing contractors.
* At least in this universe. These things get muddied by the multiversal makeup of existence.
You grin wildly. "Buggieeeeee."
She sneers vehemently at you. "Mealworm."
Oh you hate her guts. You hate her guts so much that you'd gladly take a strap-on and pin her down to rearrange those guts, and hear her call you obscenities the entire time.
Hey, wait a second, focus, you can fuck her later.
"Get a move on, girls." You crack your neck. "I've been waiting for this for a LOOOONG time."
"You're gonna get caught in the blast-!" Lyra shouts.
"I'LL BE FUCKIN FINE! I can fly, you two can't! Vamoose, dammit!!"
Sweets and Lyra share a glance, then look at you, and snort almost simultaneously. They turn tail and run for the exit.
You and Chrysalis circle each other on the bridge, the lava flaring up and splashing around dangerously close.
"SELF DESTRUCTION IN: ONE MINUTE."
"Been a while, huh, you venomous bitch."
"Too long. I shall relish this, little pestilence."
One particular glop of magma hits the floor.
You charge at each other.
=>
You lay on the side of Chrysalis' barrel. She hasn't woken up yet.
The lava flow cascades down the sides of the island, far away from the cliff face you find yourself chilling out on.
Officially, you knocked her out, but she definitely fucked you RIGHT up. That armor is hard to get through.
You'll call it a draw.
You take the time to appreciate her chitin. It's smooth. Sturdy. Broken in a few places from the swing of your cane, but it'll be good as new in a few molts.
You brush the chitin with your good arm. Then, you inspect the broken one.
She got you fucking good. A nasty bend in your cane, a snap somewhere in the forearm, a few cracked ribs, maybe a few damaged organs?
She's damn good, and getting better. This is only.. what, your third encounter with her?
It drives you nuts. You can't help but have.. you're really not sure what to call it, it's the hateful equivalent of butterflies in your stomach.
Scorpions in your spine? Eh, you'll work on it.
You grab your arm and attempt to force it back into the right shape. It helps that you practice blood magic, you can realign the shards of bone inside you more easily.
"Come on. Come ON. Mother(snap)FUCKER!"
"You saved me." Ah, she's awake.
"Yeah."
"I thought you said that one of us would die after a glorious battle." She growls at you.
"Meh, I was hyping it up. Besides, I dunno about you.."
You look over your shoulder at her. "But I'm having the fuckin time of my life with you, and I really don't wanna dispose of you so easily. Unless, of course, you want to die..."
She sizes you up with a squinty glare, then looks out to the distance, watching the lava barrel down to the ocean. "No. You haven't sated me yet."
"Hopefully I keep you hungry. I like it when you try to eat me."
"Burn in Tartarus."
"You first, fuckface."
You two begin to lean closer together.
"I will only be there first, so I can be your personal hell."
"I'd rot in Hell with you and you know it."
"My, such strong words. Do I really captivate you that much, little godling?"
You butt heads.
"Maybe you do. But you would've just sloshed away anyone else's mind with your venom. So I know you see something in me too."
"I see a target."
"And just what are you aiming at it?"
"You would like me to spoil the surprise, wouldn't you? You little pest."
Your lips are so close. So god damn close--
"Myra! There you are!"
She's gone before you even have a chance to react.
DAMMIT.
You groan, and look over at your teammates.
"Thank Celestia you're alive!" Lyra hugs you. Ow. Your arm.
"Celestia had nothing to do with my survival and you know it. Also, ow, my arm."
You're more of a Luna fan anyways. Can gods worship other gods? Like you KNOW Luna and Celestia are more powerful than you. Fuckin' naturally, they've been at this for, what, two thousand years?
"Is your arm broken?" Sweets asks, pulling out the first aid regardless.
"Yeah."
Lyra mercifully pulls back. "I thank her anyways, I'm not about to start worshiping you when your first instinct when seeing Chrysalis is to run at her, magic flaring."
"Hey, it was a success."
"Oh yeah?" Sweets challenges while she wraps a makeshift sling around your arm. "And where is Chrysalis now?"
Ah, fuck. You hadn't thought that far. You think for a moment. Sweets squints at you.
"My intention was to subdue, not apprehend. Besides, if the leader of the Mercenary Hive went missing, after an operation where SMILE was involved, they'd be all over Canterlot within the month. We can't afford to risk losing marepower when we're already having to deal with the NeoState of Terra." You bullshit a legitimate explanation on the spot.
Sweets considers your words, making a face, running those gears in her big huge brain.
"Ugh, I guess you're right." She resumes seeing to your wounds.
"Yeah. Stupid humans and their stupid power grab attempts.." Lyra snorts. "Uh- no offense."
You wave her off. "None taken. I don't like humans much either." You take another swig of your-
"Hey!" You shout as the flask flies away from your hand and into the lavaflow.
"It's one thing to be drinking on the job, it's another to be drinking while you're injured!!" Sweets scolds you.
"Look at me! Do I look drunk?!" You shout back. She points to a tree a few meters away. "Walk to that tree and back in a straight line!"
You get up, way too fast for your heart's liking, and try to steady yourself on the cane. It stands way too low, and you realize that it's out of commission and way beyond repair. You toss it aside.
Fuck.
Okay. It's not that far of a distance.
=>
"You're drunk." Sweets growls at your prone form.
"I'm not drunk. It's the POTS kicking in." You protest as the mares place you on a makeshift stretcher made of canvas and stray branches.
"Sure, sure, and I've got lumbago." Lyra jokes.
You REALLY regret letting her play that game.
You feel Lyra's magic lift up one end of the stretcher, and Sweet's obscene strength carry the other.
"When we get back, I am referring you to Sapient Resources to get you help with your drinking problem." Sweets declares.
"It's not.. salt doesn't..!! Gaaaah!!"
Your head is swimming. You hate this. You hate the fact that even though you're immortal, you're still subject to your disability.
How can a god of BLOOD have a BLOOD PRESSURE DISORDER?
At least Chrysalis isn't here to see this.
<=
I had to hold my breath to prevent laughing.
I looked on with glee and delight as Myra was carried out by their partners,
who were chastising her about an alleged drinking problem.
I quietly emerged from the tropical foliage I was camouflaged within,
and picked up Sangre's discarded cane.
What a delightful trophy, I thought.
What's even better is, she was telling the truth.
She HAS a weak heart, or some sort of blood illness.
It was one of the first things I learned to exploit about her.
Even then, the infuriating little half-ape can fight against me just fine.
She lasted a minute in front of a lava fall!
The sheer heat should've made her pass out in the first ten seconds!
Resilient little worm. I do not know if I should admire it,
or see it as more reason to kill her sooner. But then,
none would stand up to be my rival. I'd get bored.
And she is, unfortunately, quite the fun enemy -
and moreover, her disposition toward me is.. genuine.
That's the most confounding part of this... relationship.
Her eyes shine with the burning flame of joyous delight when she sees me.
She frequently sends me goading letters in the mail. She hasn't divulged
my presence in the field to her superiors - only the encounters
with my changeling henchmare crews - contractors from my company.
She cares, but in such a spiteful, negative way I never thought possible -
hardly ever fathomed, even. No other creature in this world has
regarded me with anything beyond groveling fear at best,
and cold murderous intent at worst.
I almost kissed her, too.
I almost kissed her. I almost kissed her! I almost kissed her!!
Ugh, dammit.
"Boss?" One of my subordinates chirped in the brush.
"The rest of the hive wishes to know your status and is awaiting orders."
I sighed. ".. The mission is over. We have leeched off of Doctor Eadlocke's
food supply for long enough. Have everyone regroup at Arachnia-Congo.
Tend to their wounds as best as you can. We move in three dawns."
"Three dawns?" My underling tilted her head.
"The ponies see no use for an island smothered in magma.
They will not search this place. We hide here,
see to those that need care, and move out when the time comes."
..
"Permission to speak freely, Boss?"
"Granted."
"That's.. kinder than you would've done as a queen."
I gave my drone a hard glare.
"If you believe my newfound wisdom to be faulty,
we can arrange the schedule so that you're
flying on that shredded wing in the next six hours."
"N-no, ma'am! Boss, apologies, Boss! You're in charge for a reason!"
"Good. You have your orders, Sergeant Pliocene.
I will rendezvous with the rest of the company on my own time."
The little one saluted me and shifted into the foliage.
I hold a strange relationship with my little ones. They are a family,
yet also a mercenary company. Literal brothers and sisters in arms,
and I, the Boss, their Mother. But until only recently,
I regarded them as mere disposable pawns,
as if the entire world were one great chess board.
Nowadays, I am.. closer to them. Ironically,
my lack of political power has yielded me the most loyal hive thus far.
Funny how that works.
A bright red flare shot off in the distance.
It was the agency's signal for "Mommy, I frew up, please come pick me up."
Also the signal that my spiteful little mite was departing.
Using my changeling magic, I sent out a telekinetic message to her..
=> We'll meet again, Myra. I hate you.
You hate her too. Biiiiiitch. When the others aren't looking, you roll over to face the general direction she'd be standing, and flip her the bird with a smirk.
You watch the sunset as the reconnaissance boat appears over the horizon. The stars begin to take their place in tonight's performance, and as the two goddesses work their literal magic in the sky, you ponder to yourself, when will your turn come about? How will your domain expand, when as a Seer, your role is to advise from the sidelines?
You're not sure.
Your thoughts drift to Chrysalis. Stupid, sexy, Chrysalis. Fucking Buggie. There's a reason you pulled her out of the volcano after knocking her out. It's obvious. You still want her around. But moreover, you know she wants you around. None have dared to challenge her in the way you have, you make her happy - driven, even. You saw how she was in that prison cell. Pathetic. Tired. Ready to let the void take her.
In a world as mad as this one, where the humans have been trying to take on other countries through their usual method of "bombs first and diplomacy later" since the day they arrived aboard Skaiatech Starships, Chrysalis is constantly taking extremely dangerous work from those bastards. Inevitably, in her pursuit of power, glory, and food, she will take on a mission that makes her too public.
From there? It's only an inevitability. You'd be ordered to kill her. There's no way that she could take on the full brunt of your magic. But the way she's going, her trajectory only points in that expectation, that thought..
<=
I couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt as I saw the medical ponies examined her prone body.
Oh, little godling, I thought to myself, look at you. Despite your divinity, you are still flesh and bone. Your callous nature is overshadowed only by your internalized self-hatred. I can taste it on you, and I can tell you need me. I am the one thing keeping you alive. You sought me out because you needed a reason to awake every morning, lest whatever sordid history you have catches up to you, and drives you to walk into the sea.
How lucky, then, that I enjoy the way you taste. But one day, I will break your heart, as I have time and time again. It is a tragic part of my nature. And from there? Well..
<=>
At that moment in time, as you
gaze into the receding island flora, you
ponder the exact thought that
summed up how you felt
about Chrysalis, her violent lifestyle,
and where this toxic yuri might end up,
if you don't play your cards right.
There was only one thought I
had felt about Myra at that
moment in time. One I hated,
one that felt like I would endeavor,
yet inevitably fail, to prevent.
One I would fight regardless,
because she makes me feel alive.
<=>
"I Expect You To Die"
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562820
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Bon-Bon,Lyra,Original Character,Queen Chrysalis,Alternate Universe,Crossover,Human,Adventure,Comedy,Romance,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Death,Profanity,Sex,Violence
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I Expect You To Die
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Ex-Queen Chrysalis and a god of blood are in a messed up romance. It's going to be a problem for everyone.
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incomplete
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<p>According to the MSPA wiki, the etymology of the word kismesis stems from the combination of the word "kismet" (loosely meaning fate or soulmate), and the Greek goddess "Nemesis".</p><p>The concept of a kismesissitude (or to the average person who doesn't wanna say that every time, a blackrom) is one that hasn't graced the Equestrian multiverse a lot. But recently, one universe, touched by the blight of a narrative not unlike Homestuck, has seen a blackrom blossom between the mercenary ex-queen of the hive, and an intense blood god from a dead narrative. </p><p>Will they be able to keep their strange relationship professional in the workplace, or will their explosive love-rivalry have disastrous consequences for the ponies, the people, the universe, and the concept of love?</p>
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mature
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2024-08-07T11:10:05+00:00
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2024-08-09T23:26:56+00:00
| 70 |
"So, that's your field report."
"Yup."
"You confronted the changeling enemy."
"Uh huh."
"They somehow broke your arm, whereupon adrenaline kicked in.."
"Yeah."
".. and you threw them over the edge with a broken wing, where they fell into the lava flow underneath you."
"Sounds correct." That part is absolutely a lie, but you can't let them know about Chrysalis.
"You need help with your drinking problem."
"IT'S NOT-"
You take a moment to steady yourself in front of the HR- wait, no, Sapient Resources, so it's SR, representative.
"It's not a drinking problem. I have a disability."
"What kind of disability requires you to drink large quantities of water with salt mixed in?"
You clear your throat.
"Postural Orthostatic Tachycardia Syndrome, otherwise known as POTS, is a condition where prolonged standing, or change in posture, prone to standing primarily, causes my blood pressure to drop and my heart rate to spike. The reason this does not occur in creatures such as you or griffons, as a random example, is because of your quadropedal nature. You see me? I'm walking around on two feet. All my organs?"
You gesture to your chest.
"Waaaay up here. So thanks to my irregular blood pressure, my heart has to put a lot of work into pushing that blood up against gravity into my organs. This causes symptoms such as susceptibility to heat-related issues, chronic dehydration, fatigue, dizziness, nausea, vomiting, and occasionally fainting."
The stallion in front of you tilts his head. "And what does this have to do with your tendency to drink salt?"
You push up your glasses to pinch your nose. "In humans, a high diet of sodium - salt, increases blood pressure, which treats my condition. There is no known cure for this, and since this affects my ability to work effectively with any job whatsoever, it is classified as a disability by human law."
The stallion slowly raises his eyebrow. "But you're not under the purview of human law. This country runs under equine law."
Why are boys always so idiotic, no matter the species?
"Yes, but this country doesn't even know what POTS is. No pony or other sort of creature has had to face this condition before. I'm informing you that humans have dealt with it."
The stallion sighs. "You do understand-"
"Yes, I understand that salt is considered a regulated recreational substance by equinity. I am aware that if anypony else had a swig of my electrolyte mix, they run the risk of sodium poisoning. I assure you, it's medically necessary."
The stallion - Paper Shuffle - snorts at the interruption. "Alright, if this truly is the case, I am going to need you to find a human doctor to corroborate it and have them sign these papers."
You take a stack of dry looking legal-medical jargon, and captchalogue it.
The guy looks around, confused. "Where did it go?"
"It's in my inventory."
He blinks at you. To prove your point, you pull the papers out of your inventory, and then put them back in.
He really doesn't know what to do about that.
"Is that all you need from me?"
"Well, besides the usual two topics of 'try not to shout at your fellow agents' and 'stop getting in unnecessary life or death situations'.."
"Unnecessary is objective there."
"You killed somepo- someone again!"
"An enemy combatant who was capable of perfect disguise and could've been gathering intel on us if I didn't. Besides, it was out in the ocean; legally, I'm kosher."
"Ko..sher..?" Paper tilts his head.
"Human religious word when it comes to eating certain food or something; I'm using it as a way to say that I'm fine. We're fine. Humans, historically, have killed more of each other, for less justifiable reasons."
He sighs. He knows you're not wrong.
There's a new stereotype out there, that Tirek somehow descended from humans, which explains his "violent conquering nature" so "half-ape" has become a blightful epithet against centaurs everywhere.
It's a bit fucked up and racist, but you know Equestrian history. They used to be so bad they wouldn't even interbreed with other kinds of pony.
Besides, humans really have no right to throw stones when it comes to "who is less racist".
"Alright. Please, just, avoid, killing, in the future? I can see why every other member of Sapient Resources refuses to deal with you."
"I can avoid crashing while driving in the snow, doesn't mean that sometimes it happens anyways."
"A horrifically apt metaphor! Thank you, please, get out of my office."
"Am I still employed?" You smugly ask, knowing the answer already.
"..Yes, you are. Our success rate has gone through the roof since we brought you on, just, please, try to make this easier for everyone involved?"
"No promises, but I'll try."
"Do, or do not, Miss Sangre! There is no try."
You close the door behind you and float your way out of HQ's campus.
You.. are going to punch George Lucas in the face. And then also Blank Page, for introducing Star Wars to ponies.
Wait. No. He's not in this universe. Dammit!
You instinctively reach for your flask, only to realize that there is a note in the pouch where you usually keep it.
"Myra, I'm taking personal action to help you with your drinking problem. I have the canteen, and you will get it back once I've washed all the salt out. -Bon Bon"
Mother FUCKER.
You best go find some water, you're already parched from that meeting.
<=
I watched Myra emerge from the Canterlot headquarters,
and walk down the street, with a fresh new cane -
one that looked sturdier, I suppose to beat me over the barrel with in the near future.
I followed her down the street, watching as she took twists and turns,
apparently having caught onto my tailing at some point.
I wasn't trying to hide, anyhow.
Eventually, she whipped around and confronted
me by blasting a gout of blood magic in my direction.
"Hey, mealworm." I smugly grinned.
"..Buggie..?" She tilted her head, in a disgustingly cute way.
"You know anypony else this good-- hey, hey, hey, stop that, stop that!! Put me down!!!!"
While I was making the mistake of being boastful at tricking her about tricking her,
she had grabbed the underside of my barrel, and lifted me up by my front legs,
my other two dangling in the air.
She was holding me like she would a cat.
Despicable. I wouldn't have been as upset by it if I didn't notice she was wavering back and forth.
I gave her the darkest glare I could.
"You tiny.. smol..! One apple tall." She whispered in delight of my alleged cuteness.
I wasn't even "tiny". I was disguised as a reformed changeling,
which had the average height of any Equestrian mare, but her strength allowed her to pick me up regardless.
Stupid half-human, half-whatever-else-she-was strength.
"You will put me down now, or I'm turning this into a war crime tribunal."
"Oh, I'll put you down alright." She said as she held me aloft with one arm,
and used her free hand to make.. a gesture.. of injecting (..?) something into her neck.
She dropped me, unceremoniously, into a puddle of muck.
I glared daggers at her. Perhaps even bullets.
I didn't have it in my mental budget for glaring missiles. Not yet.
I shook myself off and ran some magic through me to clean my chitin.
She stumbled back to relax against the wall opposite to me, and asked,
"So, what brings you to the City of the Sun?
Last I checked, your ugly mug was wanted by the crown."
She was breathing more heavily than usual.
I sneered at her. "My company has shore leave for the next few days,
before we ship out on another assignment. Guard work in the Griffon Empire,
they have an archaeology expedition and need the marepower
to fend off any creatures that might perceive the pathetic little scientists as a meal."
I tasted her emotions shoot up in excitement, then crash back down.
I hated when she tasted upset. She grabbed me by the neck,
aimed my head at hers, and stared into my soul with her horrifically keen eyes.
"You better not die on me out there."
"I refuse to allow wildlife to be my end." I returned fire with my own eyes.
"Good." She then let me go, feeling, somewhat better. "Shore leave, huh?
And your first thought was to come find me, even though if you get caught, you're a dead mare?"
"How nice to know that you truly care about me~!" I replied with saccharine smugness.
Ow!
She kicked my leg! I kicked hers back!
"Fucker!"
"Vermin!"
Before either of us knew it, we tumbled out into the streets,
wrestling each other. Ponies squealed and whinnied and nickered
at the sight of us fighting, only for us to crash into a fountain.
Even then, we still continued to lash at each oth-
"So are you just like racist against changelings or something, Sangre?" somepony casually asked Myra.
We both froze, and turned to face her. It was her coworker.. Lyre? Lyra.
She was sipping some kind of beverage, probably a disgusting milkshake,
and the Candyass was standing right next to her, shaking her head disapprovingly.
"Or is this your salt problem rearing its ugly head again?"
"It's not a goddamn--!"
I couldn't help it. I was rolling over laughing.
I eventually recollected myself, still giggling, while Myra looked at me grimly.
Served her right for kicking me!
"Junebug was ripping for a tussle, like the old days!"
Junebug? Aww, that was so sickeningly sweet, she already had a fake alias for me.
"You missed our little scraps and you know it!" I decided to allow this game of improv to begin.
"I did, Junie, but you can't just tackle me after I got off the job."
Oh, you little worm!
"I didn't tackle you! You tackled me-"
"You two know each other?!" Lyra interrupted me.
"Sure. She was actually the first creature I ever met in this universe." Myra shrugged, ironically telling the truth.
"Really? Where you from, Junebug?" Candyass asked me.
"Appleloosa." I decided to lie.
For some reason, Myra gave a horrific shudder and groan when I gave that answer.
"You alright?" Lyra asked on my behalf.
"Yeah, it just, that place is too damn hot. Can't stand it. Hot places make my condition worse."
I could feel her lying by telling a truth, but I decided not to press it since it would've blown my own cover.
"So, what were you two up to?" Lyra continued, "Besides property damage."
"Gonna see if we can't find a place to legally spar in the city.
I wouldn't have done the damage if somepony had a touch of patience!" Myra shot a look to me.
I was so going to get her for this.
"Ooh! Ooh! Can I watch?" Lyra excitedly asked.
Candyass rolled her eyes.
We shared a glance.
"Y'know what? Yes. Yes you can." Myra said with an enthusiastic grin.
"I'll do better than you, just you watch!" I declared.
On the way to the training fields, however,
I noticed that Myra had to constantly stop
to take a rest on every bench we passed by.
It was getting annoying.
"Where's your canteen?" I asked her impatiently. "You usually fare better with it."
"Sweets has it."
I looked over to the offending mare, who turned her nose up at me.
"I'm just helping my coworker with her drinking problem." Sweets declared proudly.
"Are you sure that's..?" I began to ask, but..
"Which one of us has been having to deal with her drinking salt on the job?" she challenged me.
I tilted my head innocently. "Oh? You're coworkers? Where do you work?"
She opened her mouth to speak, then huffed.
I could taste her annoyance with me, and it took great effort not to smile.
"We signed an NDA, so I can't tell you."
I shrugged. "Okay, but, I'm warning you, she tastes.. fuzzier than normal."
Lyra shrugged dispassionately. "Probably withdrawal symptoms."
I sneered at them when they weren't looking.
These were the ponies that my mealworm trusted her life with?
We continued to the fighting grounds proper, and began to spar.
=>
She's fighting differently.
Like duh. Obviously. This is Chrysalis, Mistress of Disguise we're talking about. But she's fighting differently, and it's throwing you off your rocker.
It really doesn't help that Sweets took away your fucking canteen. You dodge left, strike back with your cane, she swings the staff at you - you didn't even know she had that training.
The best you can do right now is to try and play it smart. Too much exertion, and THWACK, you take the staff to the face. You stumble, cuss, and magically gather the blood pooling under your eye and nose.
You cover the wound, and shape the rest into a makeshift spear. You block, force down the staff with the spear, and
Huh?
Wait.. you're on the ground.
Ka-thump-Ka-thumpKa-thump-Ka-thump.
Everything's..
<=
Before I had the chance to swing at Myra again, she collapsed.
Ha! She couldn't even handle me in disguise with one of my worse fighting styles, how could she...
I paused for a second, and then gingerly approached her. She tasted.. wrong.
"Mealworm?" I whispered.
"..Myra. Myra, this isn't funny. You lasted much longer than this in front of fucking lava. Get up."
Her eyes drifted to me, and I tasted a pang of hazy emotion fly towards me, then slowly
fizzle out. Her typically keen eyes were unfocused, dispassionate.
How long could she last without her salt?
Oh no. Nononononono. Not like this, Myra, please.
"Hey! You two! Something's wrong!"
Candyass and Lyra looked up from their chat, and galloped over.
"She isn't responding. She isn't moving! What's wrong?!"
"Hey.. you don't think.." Lyra hesitantly asked.
"No, it's not the POTS thing! She made that up!"
"Wait.. You don't think that her condition is real?!"
Candyass scoffed and rolled her eyes. "Of course not!!
She claims she needs the salt because her heart rate goes up if she doesn't.
Can you believe that? It's the most ridiculous thing I've-!"
"LOOK AT HER! DOES THAT LOOK LIKE FAKING IT TO YOU?!" I screamed,
gesturing to the prone catatonic human before us.
"You want proof?! Check her heart rate, right now!!"
Candyass was taken aback by my outburst and demands.
She began to confront me, but Lyra put an ear to Myra's chest,
and her expression turned to horror.
"Bonnie.. that's not a normal heartbeat."
=>
Shapes and noises. Haze. Something presses to your chest.
Then something else.
You feel yourself being moved. Your chest is burning.
You're so goddamn thirsty. Everything is starting to hurt.
Water. Oh, by the gods, nectar of life, the water. You greedily gulp at it, and the world begins to return.
You haven't had any water today at all, much less salt. Dumbass. You're dehydrated and you just got into not one, but two scuffles with Buggie.
Buggie!! Ah, fuck, she-
She's the one giving you the water. She has genuine worry written all over her face.
You finish drinking and lean back against the tree you find yourself under.
She's screaming at Sweets and Lyra. You try to focus on them, but the Haze is strong.
".. of course I don't, she's using it as an excuse..!"
"...tried to explain this and you didn't..!"
"...she has a problem!"
"Yeah! That problem is YOU!" Buggie screams and crushes the bottle in her magic while it's still in front of your face, causing the water to geyser out directly into your panting mouth and nose.
You eventually manage to clear your airway again, and you're a bit more able to focus.
What was it that Bon Bon said?
Your blood drips into the past.
Bon Bon scoffs and rolls her eyes. "Of course not!! She claims she needs the salt because her heart rate goes up if she doesn't. Can you believe that? It's the most ridiculous thing I've-!"
You look up at her. She looks back at you, expressionless.
"I have the greatest friends in the universe." You sarcastically growl, before getting up, and using your godtier powers to fly out of the field.
"Myra! Wait!!" Lyra shouts.
Whatever.
<=
I watched as Myra soared off into the distance,
and I snarled at Candyass, then flew off myself.
I could see she hadn't fully recovered from that fall,
and I was not about to let her be a moron and die by flying into something.
I think now, more than ever, I need to get her to listen to me.
And I'm good at getting creatures to obey.
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PaprikaBluesAndCo
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562820
| 3 |
Bon-Bon,Lyra,Original Character,Queen Chrysalis,Alternate Universe,Crossover,Human,Adventure,Comedy,Romance,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Death,Profanity,Sex,Violence
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I Expect You To Die
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Ex-Queen Chrysalis and a god of blood are in a messed up romance. It's going to be a problem for everyone.
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incomplete
| -1 | -1 |
<p>According to the MSPA wiki, the etymology of the word kismesis stems from the combination of the word "kismet" (loosely meaning fate or soulmate), and the Greek goddess "Nemesis".</p><p>The concept of a kismesissitude (or to the average person who doesn't wanna say that every time, a blackrom) is one that hasn't graced the Equestrian multiverse a lot. But recently, one universe, touched by the blight of a narrative not unlike Homestuck, has seen a blackrom blossom between the mercenary ex-queen of the hive, and an intense blood god from a dead narrative. </p><p>Will they be able to keep their strange relationship professional in the workplace, or will their explosive love-rivalry have disastrous consequences for the ponies, the people, the universe, and the concept of love?</p>
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mature
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2024-08-10T07:50:19+00:00
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2024-08-10T11:00:01+00:00
| 60 |
I eventually found her. She had gotten away from Canterlot proper, sitting on the other side of the mountain.
On the edge of a cliff.
Idiot. That is the worst possible place to be! I thought.
I heard her talk to herself as I approached.
"Lyra and Sweets don't believe me, HR wants me to get a fucking human doctor's note, Chrysalis is gonna be gone for weeks. I'm gonna go crazy! I already wanna kill someon-"
I landed a few meters away from her.
"You here to mock me for my weakness, Chrysalis?" She gazed coldly to me, flexing her hand, ready to return fire. She had power in spades, held back only by her weak heart, and something she called, "The Seer's Binding".
"No. I have come to stop you from being an idiot."
That vocal jab was enough to defuse her rage.
"How could I possibly be an idiot right now?" She wildly gesticulated.
"You have suffered a fall from your condition. Your coordination is marred, and you are currently sitting on the edge of a cliff. I'm here to get you somewhere safer."
"..Wha-?"
Before she had the chance to protest, I engulfed her in my magic and carried her towards a clearing, away from the edge.
She glared at me the whole time, attempting to use her blood magic to break free. I placed her down on a log, and stared her straight in the eye.
"I am going to retrieve some salt for you. You will stay here, and not fly anywhere else, or I will kill you."
"Oh yeah, fuck face?!" She immediately stood up, gathering power, far too fast, and collapsed.
"Idiot." I growled as she fell onto my body. "I am trying to help you. Your godhood will not save you from your thick skull."
She said nothing, and allowed me to set her down upon the log once more.
"I will not repeat myself a third time. You will remain here, and rest. I will retrieve some salt for you. Do I make myself clear?!"
"Transparently." She growled.
"Good girl." I cooed, and got a very lovely reaction out of her from it.
And with that and a newfound grin, I flew off in search of electrolytes.
=>
Dammit, dammit, dammit, dammit.
Another day, another pileup of intrusive thoughts on the stream of consciousness.
They don't believe you. None of them believe you. They're no better than the humans. Except maybe Chrysalis. Actually..
You allow your blood to seep into the pulse of the narrative. What are those friends of yours up to?
The two agents scurried down the streets in the direction of where Myra had flown off, only to stop at the railings edge. The overlook yawned before them, their hometown of Ponyville a day's commute away.
"Bonnie.." Lyra began to say.
"No, no, stop. I love you, but stop." Bon Bon bluntly stated.
"We really hurt her feelings!"
"She needs our help with her addiction!"
"But what if Junebug was right? What if it's real?!"
"That doesn't stop the fact that her consumption of salt is making her a liability."
Just then, a red and orange changeling passed by, giving the duo a judgemental stare.
"Junebug!" Lyra shouted. "Did you see where she went?"
"Yes, I did. It's none of your concern, she's safe and being taken care of. She asked me to tell you two that she is leaving for the Neostate, so she can get a human doctor's note, or something. She will be back in three weeks."
Oh, great. Now Chrysalis is making you do it, too. Does she not believe you either? Are they all lying pieces of shit?! Maybe you should kill one of them. Show them what happens when they disrespect
"STOP THAT!" I shouted, and smacked Myra upside the head. "I can taste whatever Nightmare is trying to fester in your head."
I shoved the bottle in her face. "Drink."
She snatched it from my grasp and chugged. I felt her rage begin to subside as she did.
You wipe your mouth off and give Buggie a look. "So you don't believe me either?"
"Of course I believe you."
"Then why did you tell the others that I'm leaving for Terra?"
"Because," she says smugly, lifting your chin up with a forceful hoof, "I see a win-win for the both of us. You get your little excuse note for your employers, and I get lots.. and LOTS of time with you."
"Wait.. are you taking me?"
"Silly human. Of course I am."
You squint.
"Why?"
"Well, after I told you I'd be gone for a while, I tasted your emotions crashing, and I could not stand to leave you in such a pathetic state. Consider this a gift, Mealworm."
There's more to this, but you're not sure what. Before you have a chance to really think it over, she undoes her disguise, turns around, and flags her tail.
Holy H.R. Geiger on the Moons of Darsalon making out with an anthropomorphic terminid.
Your brain short circuits just as you figure out what her plan is.
You pass out for the third time today.
<=
Carrying around an unconscious human would have attracted too much attention for my disguise, especially after I just informed somepony that said human was leaving the country.
Instead, I shrouded her in some casually stolen canvas, and carried her back to my hive's airship.
It was docked and disguised as a changeling trade vessel, but those in the know could recognize the battle standard of the Battlehive Mercenary Co. My current pride and joy.
I allowed myself a smile as the guards standing outside saluted me on approach. I returned the salute with a nod, and entered the ship.
"You couldn't have just waited until I was awake?" Myra mumbled in her canvas.
"Shut up!"
=>
Chrysalis has supplied you with more salt. You mix it into some water, squeeze some lemons in there, and take a swig.
Tastes horrific. Perfect. Your throat feels significantly less parched.
You find yourself sharing a seat with an undisguised Chrysalis in her airship's mess hall, currently unoccupied, save for the two of you. It's reminiscent of Chrysalis's old Hive, except modernized to be navigable enough to fly as an airship. Crunchy on the outside, chewy on the inside. You find it strangely welcoming.
Your blood surveys the surrounding area, the literal pulse of the city, and right now, you can tell that Lyra and Bon Bon are still looking for you.
You really do not wanna see them right now.
"Better?" Buggie asks you.
"Yeah. Thanks."
..
"You've been uncharacteristically kind today-" You say, before-
"Don't you start!" She hisses. "I simply don't wish for my greatest enemy to fall to something as stupid as her own heart condition!"
You can't help but chuckle. "Yeah. Imagine the obituary. Local goddess of blood has died. Badly. Because her blood is so sucks."
She thwacks your hand with a hoof. "Speak properly or I'll fry whatever parasites are in your head."
"Present company included?"
She smiles angrily and-
OW! She bit you!
You slowly realize that you don't.. entirely mind.
You feel something drain out of you, not through the bite, but generally. Oh. Oh Sweet Bro and Hella Jeff, she is FEEDING ON YOU. She's eating your blackrom love for her, and it feels.. REALLY good.
You didn't even know it'd feel this damn good. Maybe that's part of the deal, is to make it almost addictive. Like those vampires from the Dresden Files. But the White Court can't even hold a candle to the sheer beauty of Chrysalis. As much as you hold disdain for her, she is undoubtedly sexy as fuck. Stupid sexy Buggie. You grunt, wrap a hand around her mane, and give her scritches behind her ear. She chirps in delight, and you begin to reach up with your other hand-
"Excuse me! Did a changeling come through here with a human just now?" Lyra asks outside.
FUCK
You slam your free hand on the table, pull back and growl at the door leading outside. Chrysalis jolts, pulls back, and changes back to her disguise. Cuter, but less beautiful. Fucking dammit.
Her eyes dart from you to the splintery impact where your hand is, then composes herself.
"We will deal with them in a moment. But first.. I must ask that you do not leave my quarters during the trip."
"Aww, don't wanna introduce the kids to the girl you're hate-dating?"
She flinches.
"Oh, shit, really?"
"No, I-"
She sighs.
"It is only inevitable that my children will recognize what is occurring between you and I."
"Same goes for my coworkers, I think."
"Exactly. We cut it close with the island, my children are beginning to gossip."
"That was, what, our third encounter out on the job? We can't exactly do what we do in public.. Not without acting.."
"Normal." She finishes your sentence with a dark venom.
"Yeah."
Going on a regular date wouldn't work. Even with the disguise, everything would just feel disingenuous. You can tell, even now, as "Junebug", she is not able to be totally herself around you.
Makes the big bug cranky, it does. You don't blame her.
It doesn't help that no one else gets what's going on, so you're pretty sure that if you tried a regular date, you'd get pulled aside by concerned stallions asking if you're okay.
And everything is much more than okay. You've only been at this for a few months, and Chrysalis..
Chrysalis is the only one who's understood what a kismesis is, in every timeline you've been able to see with you in it.
Celestia didn't get it. Luna went Nightmare Moon on you. Cadence.. is married, typically. Applejack and Rainbow Dash had their own thing, vacillating between the blackrom quadrant and the typical flushed one of standard romance.
The list goes on, but Buggie is at the top.
"And, lemme guess. You're worried that if I get spotted, the kids are gonna have those rumors confirmed, and act differently around us."
"Yes."
"They'd try to make it 'normal'."
"Yes."
You lean back in your chair.
"..Let's call it.. a temporary truce." You snap your fingers.
"A truce?"
"You had one of your own contact me in order to hire me on for temporary work, and in return, you're going to make that pit-stop in Terra for me."
"And what do I get in return, in this hypothetical deal?"
You press your elbows on the table, steeple your fingers, and do your best Gendo Ikari impression while you think.
".. I'm acting as recon for the archeology dig. My ability to pick up on previous events nearby will allow your forces to strategize accordingly to any potential threats, keeping your Hive safe."
She grins. "See, you can be smart when you really put your heart into it~." She says in a tone that mocks the episodic lessons of the children's TV show she came from.
You step out onto the gangplank. Lyra and Sweets are waiting for you.
It's a good few seconds before either of you speak up.
"Myra, I'm sorry-"
"Yeah, it's fine, whatever." You interrupt her. Your half hearted acceptance of her apology seems to sting harder than straight up denying it.
Sweets looks.. less remorseful. "We wanted to make sure that Junebug wasn't acting maliciously."
"I am right here!" She protests.
"Yes, and as far as I'm concerned, you could be potentially foalnapping Myra."
"I am right here!" You protest.
Sweets seems unconvinced. "What are you leaving Equestria for?"
You sigh and show her the paperwork.
"Look - it's gonna be a few weeks before our next assignment anyways. Sapient Resources needs me to find a human doctor to confirm my condition is real." You inject a bit of venom into the word real, and to her credit, Sweets flinches a little. "So I'm heading to the NST to do that. Junebug's being kind enough to gimme a lift there via airship, so the travel time will be shorter."
"Does she.. own this thing?" Lyra asks.
"No, but she knows the Captain personally."
Sweets regards the airship suspiciously. You're not sure why. That's the problem with being a Seer of Blood - you're not omnipotent. New developments are completely beyond your purview, so you're not sure what she's thinking at all.
You turn around to leave, only for Lyra to say, "Myra? We're still cool, right?"
Before you turn back around, you already know she wants a hug. You might as well oblige.
"Sure."
You give her the hug.
"I promise I'll take the salt thing seriously. From here on out."
"Thanks, Strings."
You look back to Chrysalis, still in her disguise. "I'm heading home to pack. Just come get me when we're gonna pull anchor."
She nods, and returns to the interior of her ship.
Lyra and Bon Bon traveled through the Canterlot streets.
"Something feels, off."
"You've been saying that for the past few minutes, honey."
"I know! But I'm genuinely worried about Myra."
"About the drinking problem, and how it turns out she might've been telling the truth the whole time?"
"That too, but! I've already done a background check, there's nopony from Appleloosa with the name Junebug."
"That was fast."
"I have connections. It's what makes me a good agent."
"Well, she's a changeling, and the Reformation was only a few years ago, so maybe-"
"And! She was talking with somepony before we recovered her during the last mission! Who was she talking to?"
"Herself? You know she's a bit messed up in the head." Lyra tilted her head.
"...Okay, point taken, but I think she's keeping something from us. Think about it. She claimed to have killed 'the changeling enemy' in her report, but there's no way she could just KILL Chrysalis. Then we found her talking to some mysterious person afterwards. And now, she's just so conveniently leaving with a changeling and using her quest from SR to leave the country!"
".. I'm following you down this thread of logic, but I'm not liking the spider web at the other end."
"We have to face it, my heart. It's a horrific idea, but I think.. Myra is in cahoots."
"Cahoots...? Is that a word-"
"Cahoooooooots!"
Lyra blinked. "Are you sure you're not just, lashing out because it turned out you may have been hurting someone the whole time?"
Bon Bon glared at her partner, then sighed. "Only partially. Still. Trust but verify. We need to make sure that Myra isn't acting against the crown's wishes. For Princess and Country!"
Bon Bon produced a camera from her saddlebag. "And the first thing we're going to do is figure out what the symbol on that Changeling ship means!"
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Wise Cracker
|
562821
| 1 |
Ocellus,Original Character,Comedy,Random,Slice of Life,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
|
Hearts and Hooves and A Lot of Wrong Moves
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It's the first Hearts and Hooves Day for Ocellus and her boyfriend. Unfortunately, Ocellus forgot, and now it's a rush to find the perfect gift for the changeling she loves. Assuming she even knows what 'love' means to a changeling...
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complete
| -1 | -1 |
<p>Ocellus has been hard at work, studying the magic of friendship. So hard, in fact, that she forgot what day it was.</p><p>Hearts and Hooves. The first Hearts and Hooves since she and Scoots got together, in fact. </p><p>In a panic, Ocellus tries to find the perfect gift for her boyfriend, and tries not to get caught up in self-doubt and philosophical debates about what 'love' even means to her. </p><p>And she definitely doesn't want to stop and think about the effects of a caffeine overdose to stay awake.</p><p>Note: while this is technically a sequel, no prior reading is required to understand this story. The important things are repeated, and the events of the prequel have no direct influence on this story.</p>
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teen
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2024-08-03T12:08:19+00:00
|
2024-08-03T12:26:47+00:00
| 93 |
There was nothing quite like waking up after a good night’s sleep. Ocellus knew the feeling all too well, and it was nothing like what she was feeling at the moment. While she preferred the soft beds of the School of Friendship to the slimy rocks of the Hive of old, she’d made a bad habit of falling asleep in her books. She never dreamed when her head was on the paper, always waking up in a panic but too tired to actually move and get into a proper sleeping position. She blamed it on Pharynx and his survival training. Blaming Pharynx for things was always a safe bet.
The knocking on her door woke her up.
“Ocellus? It’s time to get up. Everyone’s in the cafeteria already,” Smolder said. “See you there.”
“Ugh,” Ocellus groaned to no one in particular.
She rose up quickly, as fear gripped her heart for a moment, then relief. No drool on her study material this time. Headmare Starlight would never let hear the end of it if she damaged another book. After confirming she hadn’t gotten anything wet, another wave of panic rushed over her.
“What time is it?”
No response. The dragoness had already left.
Not even bothering to look at the clock, Ocellus flew out through the halls of the school, towards the cafeteria. Judging by the sunlight, it was probably still breakfast time. The last bit of anxiety finally left her body when she arrived. Smolder and Silverstream were sitting at their usual table, talking among themselves. Ocellus calmly grabbed a tray, got herself some breakfast, and went to sit with them.
“Good morning, Ocellus,” Silverstream started.
“Fall asleep in your books again?” Smolder asked.
“How can you tell?” the changeling took a tentative bite of some eggy bread, topped with strawberry yoghurt.
“You’ve still got some drool on your cheek right there.”
Ocellus wiped it off. At least it hadn’t dripped. “Oh. Yeah, I fell asleep. This literature study has really been taking it out of me.”
“What’s the study about?” Silverstream asked. “Shapeshifting magic throughout the ages?”
“You’d think so, but no. Headmare Starlight wanted me to gather all the information on the effects of sleep deprivation and their correlation with magic and friendship problems.”
Both of her friends present stared at her.
“What?” she asked.
“Do you think maybe Headmare Starlight is trying to tell you something?” Smolder asked.
“That I should focus more on magical problems and not just diplomacy? Sure, I thought of that ages ago.” She shrugged. “I mean, technically our Hive doesn’t need me as an ambassador, remember? Pretty much any changeling who’s spent a long time away from home can do that job. And that’s if Pharynx doesn’t want to do it.”
Silverstream and Smolder exchanged a glance.
“Well, I guess if there’s anything important to tell you, they’ll just tell you,” Silverstream said. “It’s not like you’re failing any classes.”
Ocellus shuddered. “Is that why Sandbar, Gallus, and Yona aren’t here? Are they studying?”
Again, the two exchanged a glance.
“No, Gallus is out for a field study, and Sandbar and Yona are out on a date.”
“A date? On a school day?” Ocellus swiveled her ears in confusion.
Smolder shook her head. “Umm, Ocellus? What day do you think today is?”
“It’s Monday, right?”
The dragon’s eyes widened. “Whoa, you really have been overdoing it. No, today’s Wednesday. Regular school’s only half a day today, and we have a home study day, remember? We basically have a day off.”
Now Ocellus felt her wings bunch up under her carapace. “What? That can’t be right. We already had a Wednesday.”
“Exactly, and now we’ve got another one,” Silverstream joked. “I hear in Manehattan they have one every week.”
“I know that,” Ocellus said. “But we had a full moon two weeks ago. So if today’s Wednesday, that means-” Her stomach knotted.
“Now she’s waking up,” Smolder said with a grin. “Welcome back to the living, Ocellus.”
Silverstream started counting on her claws. “Today’s the second Wednesday after the first full moon of Spring. It’s Hearts and Hooves Day.”
Ocellus froze in mid-bite. The first thing that moved was her left eyelid, twitching uncontrollably.
“Uh oh, I think we broke her,” Smolder said, waving a clawed hand in front of the girl’s face. “Ground control to Ocellus, do you copy?”
She snapped out of her reverie, and straight into a panic. “It’s Hearts and Hooves day, really?”
Silverstream nodded.
The changeling grabbed her head, breathing quickly. “That can’t be right. This has to be joke.” She slammed both hooves on the table, though that still sounded pretty soft. “That’s not funny, you two!”
“Sorry, but it’s not a joke,” Smolder said. “And we wouldn’t pull that kind of prank on you.”
“Yeah, I don’t think anyone would,” Silverstream added. “I mean, everyone knows how much you care about schedules and plans. That’s not the sort of thing you mess with.”
“Discord might,” Smolder noted.
“Sure, but that’s Discord. He’s not going to drop in on us today. He’s probably busy with Fluttershy or something.”
Ocellus kept on listening, and her heart sank down deeper and deeper by the second. “I can’t believe I missed Hearts and Hooves Day.”
“You didn’t miss it, exactly,” Smolder said. “It’s only ten in the morning.”
“It’s ten o’ clock already? The day’s half gone!” Ocellus threw her head back, wincing.
“So? It’s not like you have a special somepo-oh, wait, you kinda do now, huh?”
Ocellus glared at her dragon friend.
“Sorry, I forgot about Scoots for a second. You’re both so casual about the whole thing, it’s easy to forget you two are an item.”
Silverstream, evidently, had not forgotten. “And it’s your first Hearts and Hooves together, too. It’s not like you to forget a big day like that.”
“I didn’t forget what day Hearts and Hooves Day was, I forgot what day today was,” Ocellus objected. “Big difference. Not that it matters. I haven’t gotten Scutum anything, I couldn’t think of any nice gifts he’d like.”
“Is this even something you celebrate?” Smolder asked. “I mean, technically you’re celebrating two ponies accidentally poisoning each other, right?”
Ocellus sighed. “Doesn’t matter. It’s the thought that counts, and Hearts and Hooves is supposed to be a day to be together with the one you lo-” She stopped herself, regaining her composure. “It’s supposed to be a day to spend with your approved partner, and he’s mine.”
“Approved partner, huh? Way to be romantic about it,” Smolder snarked.
“You must have had something planned, though? A little outing? A cute peck on the cheek? A real declaration of love?” Silverstream fluttered her eyelids.
Smolder nodded in agreement. “Yeah, why not do all the sappy stuff from those romance books Professor Rarity made us read?”
“Because that’s not how a changeling is supposed to do things.” Ocellus sat back and put a hoof to her chest. “That’s not how I do things. I thought I had more time. I was planning to make my plans today, finalise them tomorrow, and then spend Hearts and Hooves Day with Scoots. I can’t believe I missed that much time just trying to study.”
“And losing sleep,” Smolder said.
“And worrying,” Silverstream added.
She almost dropped her head in her breakfast at that. “Gee, thanks. Okay, I can still do this. I can still make this Hearts and Hooves Day perfect. I’ve studied the Friendship Journal enough to know not to try all of this on my own, so… ca-can you help me, please?”
“Sure, we’ve got nothing to do today,” Smolder replied, with a nod from Silverstream. “But try to remember that this isn’t a big deal in the first place? This is Scutum you’re talking about here.”
“So? You don’t know him like I do.”
“But he’s a boy, and boys usually don’t do this sentimental stuff.”
Ocellus smiled. “Maybe not for themselves, but Scutum is different. He’s an artist, and a model. He knows what’s beautiful. And he’s probably got a perfect gift planned for me, too. I can’t let him down.”
Huh, that’s weird. There’s a lot more couples running around in Ponyville today.
Scutum had just gotten off the train when he noticed Ponyville’s change in scenery. It was always a silly place, sure, but some days were worse than others. Today was a new record.
All around, he saw mares walking together, stallions walking together, giggling and kissing each other. Here and there he even spotted a rare mare and stallion couple, which was downright outlandish in Ponyville, from what he’d seen of it. The taste of love hung in the air, of outward affection and sappiness.
What is this weird mix in the air?
I haven’t tasted this since my last expedition, and even then it was only on a holida-
Uh oh.
“Hey, Scutum!” a voice called out to him.
A familiar drawl, coming from a filly whose coat was bright yellow, mane and tail red. Scutum mentally reminded himself of the colours, and let his changeling senses take the girl in. Size, weight, hardness of hooves, softness of mane, approximate smell, and most of all colour.
It all registered, and for more than merely his eyes.
Still working. Colour’s still coming through.
“Oh, sorry, did I spook ya? Or are ya still doing that thing from the surgery?”
“Surgery thing,” he admitted. “It’s fine, I’m being silly. Yellow, red, green eyes, right?” he pointed at at each part to confirm.
He ended up looking down at himself in the process. Orange carapace, purple in the mane and tail area. Somehow he’d ended up with cosmetics that looked more like moth wings than the usual dragonfly elements in the Hive, he still didn’t know why. He knew he looked good, though, with his more bug-like and angular torso, since a lot of folks commented on it when they met him. He had a good shape to him, that’s what everyone said.
The colours, though, those worried him, still.
“Yup, still workin’.” She smiled brightly at him. Most of the ponies Ocellus had introduced him to knew about his condition, or his former condition, that is. They also knew it was supposed to be completely fixed by now, and as such he didn’t need to worry. Apple Bloom was one of those nicer ponies who didn’t mind him double-checking. “Have ya got a minute?”
“Sure, Apple Bloom. Is this about Ocellus?” Scutum wasn’t too close to her, but he knew the filly and Ocellus were friends, after that incident with Cozy Glow and a few other misadventures. He guessed that Apple Bloom was here with a message.
He was wrong.
“I’m looking for Rumble, have you seen him?”
His ears swiveled in confusion. “Rumble? No, I only got here a few minutes ago.”
“And you’re not meeting him today, I presume?”
“Wasn’t planning on it, but I think I forgot what day today was.”
“It’s Hearts and Hooves,” Apple Bloom said.
“So it’s… the second Wednesday of Spring?”
“Second Wednesday after the first full moon of Spring,” she clarified.
“And that’s why you’re looking for Rumble,” Scutum noted. “To celebrate Hearts and Hooves with.”
She looked away with a blush. “Well, I wanna give him a card, at least. And I wouldn’t mind if he gave me one, or any of the fillies in class. Or any of the colts. Come to think of it, I need to check what my odds are with the bookie.”
Scutum narrowed his eyes. “What odds?”
“That Rumble’s ga-oh, never mind, you wouldn’t know. Or I guess you probably would, but that’d be cheating. Anyway, bottom line is: he’s gone OWFL on us and all the girls in town are wondering why.”
“He’s gone awful?”
“Off Without a Filly’s Leave. Technical term.”
Scutum shrugged. “I couldn’t tell you where he is. Like I said, I only got here a little while ago, and I didn’t see him.”
“And he didn’t say anything to you? I heard him mention he was gonna do another shoot with you.”
“Yup, beachwear catalogue in Phillydelphia, junior sizes. He didn’t enjoy it too much, but he wasn’t upset or anything. He didn’t mention today, either.” Scutum snorted. “I wish he had; I might have remembered then.”
Apple Bloom perked up and gestured to his chest. “Oh yeah, Ocellus probably has somethin’ planned for you today. Don’t let me keep ya, then. Just make sure you tell Rumble all the fillies are looking for him and his friends?”
He blinked, trying to parse that whole message. “Wait, what? His friends, too?”
“Yeah, he ain’t the only one missing. Button Mash, Tender Taps, every colt in Ponyville’s plum disappeared and nobody seems to care. And I don’t know if you’re up to speed on it, but Rumble’s got a bad habit of playing ringleader in this’ere sort of shenanigans.”
Given how he acted during the photoshoots and what he heard from his brother/chaperone to said shoots, Scutum wasn’t surprised. Rumble was a nice enough kid, but he had a strong willpower and a sense of justice that rivalled that of Pharynx. Unfortunately, he also had a sense for drama. Not that it wasn’t justified, sometimes, but he wasn’t about to bring that up here. “Have you called the guards?”
Apple Bloom shook her head. “I asked Derpy Hooves about it, since she usually keeps an eye on the colts in town, and she said it’s fine. But I couldn’t squeeze more out of her. So, umm, if you see any Earth pony colts or Pegasus colts, spread the word, please? We just want the eligible bachelors to come out of hiding already.”
Scutum nodded, pondering. “Just Earth ponies and Pegasi? Not Unicorns?”
“There aren’t any Unicorn colts in Ponyville.”
“There’s two right there.” He pointed to Snips and Snails, who were walking along the main road, enjoying a taste of the plethora of chocolates that came with the holiday.
Neither of them was sharing their treats, with each other or with a girl.
Apple Bloom dismissed the remark. “I don’t think most fillies count them as ‘eligible’ for this type of discussion, if you catch my drift. It’s mostly Rumble and his friends we’re looking for. I’d ask ya to turn into a bloodhound or something, but I already tried tracking’em down with Winona, and apparently Rumble’s learned how to mask a scent. Even our boar Wilbur couldn’t find him, or any of the other ones.”
Scutum snorted out a laugh. “Yeah, that’ll be my fault. Rumble wanted to know some changeling tricks, you’re not gonna find him with a dog, or a boar. Sorry.”
“Not your fault, that’s just boy stuff. So, are ya planning anything with Ocellus today?”
“Not yet, but I can plan on the move. Have you seen her today yet?”
“No, she’ll be at school. Last I heard, she was diggin’ into the books real hard, so she might be kinda…”
Scutum sighed in sympathy. “Tired?”
“More like exhausted, is what I heard. Do you need me to run interference for you while you get ready?”
He smiled down at the filly. “No, you have your own business to attend to, and Ocellus doesn’t like surprises anyway. Thank you for the offer, though, and good luck on the search. I can’t promise I’ll find them, but I do promise if I find any of the boys, I’ll let them know you’re on the lookout.”
“Perfect. Thanks, Scoots!”
She turned tail and galloped off, no doubt checking another potential hiding spot for the boys.
Scutum rolled his eyes. “Okay, first things first.”
Cranky Doodle Donkey’s place was a ways away from Ponyville proper, being a former observation outpost for the Royal Guard. The road to it was flanked by hills, and the hills were adorned with various trees, perfect spot for an ambush or whatever sort of defenses the residents might want to erect.
It was also a good hiding spot, provided you were on friendly terms with Cranky, or his wife.
Both donkeys passed Scutum by as he went towards their house.
“Hello, Cranky Doodle, Matilda.”
“Hey, Scutum,” Cranky greeted.
“Out for the day?”
“Yup,” the donkey replied.
“We’re celebrating Hearts and Hooves in Canterlot, at the opera,” Matilda said.
“Got any house-sitters?” Scutum asked.
“Chestnut tree, third one on the left,” Cranky Doodle replied. “Please keep them watching the house from outside? I don’t want to pull anyone from my chimney like last time.”
“To be fair, Pinkie usually makes it through easy enough,” Matilda noted.
“Yeah. Her haunches are getting thicker,” he replied.
Matilda gave him a friendly slap against the shoulder.
Scutum bid them good day and went up to the chestnut tree he’d been pointed to. Looking up, he couldn’t spot anything out of the ordinary. He knocked on the trunk three times, in a particular pattern he’d been told was Royal Guard official code.
“What’s the password?” the tree asked.
“A horse is a horse, of course, by curse. The steed that did the deed is indeed a cad. But worse is the curse that made the horse now glad.”
The voice in the tree asked, “Is that the password?”
“It is now,” another voice replied.
The changeling rolled his eyes. “Come on guys, it’s Scutum. Who’s up there?”
“Are you alone?” the first voice whispered.
He sighed with a smile. “Yes, I’m alone. Come on out, please, ponies are worried sick.”
Rumble came gliding out of the tree, followed by Button Mash sliding down the trunk like a firestation pole.
“It’s just you two? Where’s that dancer kid, Tender Taps?”
“He’s scouting the perimeter, making sure no one’s tailing us,” Button Mash replied. “You know, since he’s light on his hooves.”
Scutum suppressed a smirk. Pharynx would have loved these kids. His mind started wandering to what a playdate with them and the Hive’s young ‘lings might look like. He quickly dispelled that thought, though, as Pharynx would never let his own forces be outsmarted by ponies, and as such would probably cheat.
“Good thinking,” Scutum said. “And the other boys?”
“We sent Live Wire and Brass Tack out for supplies, so we have some food coming in,” Button Mash said.
He couldn’t quite connect a face to the names, but he knew those two were Unicorns, at least. “Invisibility spells?”
Rumble beamed. “Yup.”
“Did you seriously force all the boys in Ponyville to hide from the girls, Rumble?”
“No.” Rumble pouted. “That would be awful. I only suggested it, and once a lot of the boys realised what they were in for, they joined in. I didn’t get any of the boys who’ve already got a special somepony, or any of the weaker ones who might tell on us.” He glared at nothing in particular. “The last thing we need is turncoats in our operation.”
“Speaking of which, you weren’t followed, were you?” Button Mash asked.
He looked down at the colt. “Come on, this is me you’re talking to. Nopony follows a changeling if he doesn’t want to be followed. You’re clear. But why go through all this effort? It’s just a holiday.”
“Just a holiday where the girls are likely to try and poison you,” Rumble argued.
“Yeah, you weren’t around last time,” Button Mash said. “The Cutie Mark Crusaders know how to make a love poison, and they’ve used it before.”
“I highly doubt they’d do that again, then.”
“I know, that’s exactly what we’re afraid of!” Rumble argued. “Ever since Zecora got arrested for hate speech, Apple Bloom’s been learning potion making from Meadowbrook.”
“And Meadowbrook doesn’t play around or make mistakes like Zecora did,” Button Mash added, shuddering. “She’s old-school. Waaay old-school.”
Scutum went to sit in between the boys. “Okay, be honest with me here. Do you really think they’re planning to poison you?”
“Yes,” both of them replied in perfect sync.
“And even if they’re not, why would we want to spend Hearts and Hooves with any of the fillies in town? Especially the Cutie Mark Crusaders?” Rumble asked.
“They seem to like you,” Scutum noted. “Are they mean?”
“They’re not bullies, no, not usually. But they don’t leave you alone when you want them to. They can’t take a hint, and they expect boys to take every single hint and read their minds or something.” Button Mash shuddered.
“You weren’t there when they asked me to help with their camp. Or when I got roped into their camp in the first place. All those girls do is put me down, and pretend like they know better. I’m sorry, but I don’t need that kind of grief from a girl. I get it enough from Thunderlane. Just because he’s okay with girls driving him straight into the hospital, doesn’t mean I need to risk it.”
Scutum had noticed that. Rumble was a decent enough model, good at following directions, not bad at showpony stuff. But when you got him alone and talking, he obviously had issues with his brother, and with girls. The changeling had tried, gently, to offer advice on the matter, as one professional to another, but so far nothing had stuck.
In hindsight, the age difference was probably a stumbling block there.
“Where is Thunderlane, anyway?”
“In Canterlot, doing a Wonderbolts derby. And good riddance.”
“Come on, kiddo, you know you don’t mean that. Your brother’s just looking out for you.”
“No, he’s not. He wants me on a leash, doing anything that isn’t flying, and he’s got a whole bunch of ponies on his side. Why shouldn’t I get some ponies on mine?”
Button Mash nodded. “It’s not easy for colts in Ponyville, and it’s getting harder every day. Half the time nopony even realises how many Unicorn colts there are, it’s like they’re invisible. You know, when they’re not… turning invisible for their own safety.”
The counterfeit penny finally dropped for Scutum. “Ah. So this is a protest action, then.”
The two colts exchanged a glance, shrugged, then nodded.
“Fine. I can respect that.”
“You’re not gonna rat us out?” Button asked.
“Oh, I wasn’t planning to, no matter what. I only wanted to make sure you guys are all safe. Someone’s gotta keep an eye on you.”
“Derpy Hooves knows where we are,” Rumble noted. “At least you can trust her.”
“Good. I don’t agree with it, I think you’re making a mistake, but I can respect it.”
“Thanks,” Button Mash said.
“Yeah, you should hang out with Thunderlane more, maybe that’ll rub off on him.” Rumble blinked and thought about that for a second. “Actually, on second thought, he might rub off on you. Stay away from my brother, please?”
“I will. But can you promise to at least treat the girls in town normally when there’s no holiday?”
“No offense, but I don’t think you know what ‘normal’ is for Ponyville fillies. It’s not like you and Ocellus,” Rumble said.
“Wait, really? You’re dating Ocellus?” Button Mash asked. “I didn’t know that.”
Scutum chuckled. “Guess I don’t swing by often enough. Yeah, we’re… together, sort of. Ever since that thing in Geneighva, we’ve been, umm… special some-changelings, I guess you’d call it?”
“You’re lucky,” Rumble started. “Ocellus doesn’t boss you around, or try to humiliate you into doing things her way.”
He paused, hearing the sincerity in Rumble’s voice. The boy sounded hurt, and tired, emotionally speaking. Then again, that may have been one of the other changeling senses kicking in, specifically the one that singled out easy targets for replacing. “Is that what the Cutie Mark Crusaders do to you two?”
“It feels like it.”
“Maybe you should tell them that,” Scutum suggested.
“Maybe we have, and they didn’t listen,” Rumble argued.
“That bad, huh?”
“Worse.” The boys both grimaced. “But, umm, come to think of it, is that why you like her?”
“What do you mean?”
“You know, why you two are together,” Rumble said. “Is it because she’s nice to you?”
Scutum shrugged. “Being nice is a default. You can’t be with someone who isn’t nice to you, but being nice isn’t the reason, no. It’s… a couple of reasons.”
“But you’re not doing anything with her today?”
“I was going to wait until school’s out. Now that you mention it, why aren’t you in school? Is it a bank holiday?”
“It’s Wednesday. Afternoons off,” Button Mash replied. “And we started class early in the morning, so we stopped before lunch.”
“Oh, right. Forgot that part. I guess I could try to find a gift, then.”
“You still haven’t answered the question, though. Why does it work for you?”
“Well, for starters, I’m older than you two, and so is Ocellus. Things happen when you grow up, and some of those things make it easier to pair up with someone. You start seeing things differently, feeling differently. And why Ocellus?” He grinned. “I guess you’re going to have to learn how to look for a girl that isn’t going to drive you insane at some point.”
“Which’ll probably be from outside of Ponyville,” Rumble snarked.
“Anyway,” Scutum continued. “It’s best if you have some idea of where to start. If you really want to know what to look for in a girl, here’s what’s worked for me so far.”
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It's the first Hearts and Hooves Day for Ocellus and her boyfriend. Unfortunately, Ocellus forgot, and now it's a rush to find the perfect gift for the changeling she loves. Assuming she even knows what 'love' means to a changeling...
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<p>Ocellus has been hard at work, studying the magic of friendship. So hard, in fact, that she forgot what day it was.</p><p>Hearts and Hooves. The first Hearts and Hooves since she and Scoots got together, in fact. </p><p>In a panic, Ocellus tries to find the perfect gift for her boyfriend, and tries not to get caught up in self-doubt and philosophical debates about what 'love' even means to her. </p><p>And she definitely doesn't want to stop and think about the effects of a caffeine overdose to stay awake.</p><p>Note: while this is technically a sequel, no prior reading is required to understand this story. The important things are repeated, and the events of the prequel have no direct influence on this story.</p>
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The girls moved into Smolder’s room for privacy’s sake, since the dragoness was, out of all of them, the girl with the single highest sense of privacy, something Ocellus suspected was linked to draconic hoard-making. Her paper on the subject was still being peer-reviewed.
“Okay, so you need to find a good gift for Scutum, fast,” Smolder started, pacing around her room. “That’s pretty easy: figure out his type first.”
Ocellus blinked. Her head lolled off to the front a bit before she snapped awake. “His type?”
“Yeah, his type. What does he like most? Emerald, ruby, sapphires? He likes you, so it’s probably emeralds, right?”
His type, gem-wise. Gems would be nice as a gift, and Ponyville had a lot of options. The town still had a lot of antique shops, and all the stuff was pretty cheap now that the antiquarians were moving out to places with fewer earthquakes. “I’m not sure. And I don’t think jewelry is really his thing.”
“Oh!” Silverstream jumped up. “There’s a glassblower not far from Carroussel Boutique, they do custom art pieces. You could ask for a glass sculpture with your colours.”
That sounded perfect. Or at least, it would have been, five days earlier.
“I’m pretty sure that sort of thing takes time, which I don’t have.”
Smolder shrugged. “You could always make something yourself. How about writing a poem?”
“I’ve tried poetry, it doesn’t work out.” Ocellus blushed.
“Can’t be that bad,” Silverstream offered.
“Everything I write comes out as a checklist.”
“Okay, guess it can.”
Smolder counted on her claws. “So no gems, no poetry. That just leaves magma baths. Lots of boys like to relax in liquid hot lava. Well, you know, if you’re fireproof and all.”
Ocellus nodded, before rubbing her eyes. There was a throbbing starting behind her left ear. “A spa date would be a good idea… if it was any other day. I’m pretty sure they’ll be booked.”
The dragon girl flew up and shrugged her shoulders. “I’m all out of ideas, then.”
Ocellus blinked and sighed. The room was darker than she remembered, it made her sleepy. “Silverstream? What do you think I should do?”
Silverstream held up a finger. “You know what they say: the love of a boy goes through his stomach.”
Ocellus chuckled nervously. “Eheh, that’s nice, but, um, please never say that when there are other changelings around? A lot of them take things a bit too literally.”
“Really?”
She shuddered. “You should have seen the beauty pageant when the judges told us to ‘change into our bathing suits.’ Lots of flopping on the ground.”
Smolder stared in surprise. “Wow. So we’re talking one-pieces only, right? Otherwise, how does that even work when you turn into a two-piece? Where does your mouth go? And what happens to your bu-”
“Not important right now!” Ocellus shouted, mostly to keep herself awake. “What kind of food is good? What’s romantic?”
“Salmon eggs?” Silverstream suggested. “That’s a royal family favourite.”
Ocellus blushed. “M-maybe not a good idea.”
“Umm, omelettes are good, if you want something a little rustic?”
“No.”
“Quiche? That’s nice and in the middle, not too fancy, not too common. We always have quiche on big events with the public. Everyone likes quiche.”
Ocellus groaned. “Is there anything that doesn’t have eggs in it?”
“Why do you have a problem with eggs?” Silverstream asked. “Does Scutum have an issue with eggs?”
“Not exactly, but it’s our first Hearts and Hooves Day together,” Ocellus reasoned. “The idea of him and me having eggs together feels a little inappropriate. He’s smart enough to get the wrong idea, remember?”
Silverstream, thankfully, caught her meaning. “Oh. Oops. You can go flying somewhere romantic. No crowds, enjoy the scenery.”
“That’s not a gift; that’s a walk with extra steps,” Smolder objected. “Unless you go someplace special, it doesn’t mean anything.”
“And I don’t have anywhere special on short notice,” Ocellus noted.
Silverstream pondered that. “I guess going scuba diving is out of the question, then, too?”
“Ocellus doesn’t have scuba gear,” Smolder said with a roll of the eyes.
“I don’t need it, either,” Ocellus added. “Shapeshifter, remember?”
“Oh yeah…”
This was, however, the best idea she’d heard so far, if not for one niggling problem. “Going swimming would be a good idea, but it’d have to be somewhere around Ponyville, which means it’s somewhere close to the Everfree Forest.”
“And most things in there don’t like changelings,” Silverstream realised.
“Sure they do. Especially with mustard and ketchup,” Smolder joked.
Ocellus rubbed her head. She couldn’t think of any ideas.
“Are you okay, Ocellus?” Silverstream asked.
“Yes. No. I think I am. I can see the problem now, at least. I can’t ask for any good ideas because you’re not me. I need to think of something. And I can’t think when I’m this tired.”
Silverstream went to pat her on the shoulder. “We have the rest of the day off. You can take a nap and think about it when you’ve rested. You can’t risk burning yourself out like this.”
Ocellus nodded. “You’re right.”
“Good. We’ll go into Ponyville and if we see Scutum we can just-”
“I need to get to Sugarcube Corner. One goblet of the Brown Bear Double Decker Coffee Guarana Stacker will get me through the day and I won’t be wasting time with sleep. Thanks, Silverstream.”
“Uh… you’re welcome?”
As wobbly as a bumblebee drunk on mead, Ocellus flitted out through the corridors, out towards Ponyville.
Scutum regarded the crowds walking along the main shopping street of Ponyville, trying to come up with ideas for a gift. His sense of shape reached out here and there, picking up size, weight, proportionality. His sense of love, as a taste, likewise reached out idly, to find anything to latch unto.
His attention settled on a married couple: a buff Pegasus stallion and a svelte-looking mare.
They were window-shopping from the looks of it, and teasing each other. She already had a bag with things, he appeared to be looking for something to get for himself.
They were definitely married, if recently: the magic of the ceremony still lingered strongly around the two. Newlyweds were brighter like that, or hotter. Spouses of a few years had a more blinking presence about them.
He tried not to stare, and closed his eyes instead, thinking.
Is that gonna be me in a couple of years?
Is that gonna be us?
Opening his eyes again for a quick glance, he got more details. The husband was a painter, given the splotches around his hooves. That got the ideas flowing, at least.
What if I got her a painting? She likes to swim, maybe an ocean view would be good?
No, she’d worry about where to put it. The Hive doesn’t have a lot of straight walls, so it’d be too easy to fall.
And going by his physique and that characteristic walk, he was a former Royal Guard.
Workout gear, perhaps? That’s just silly. Ocellus is in fine shape, if anything she’s a little on the thin side now, after her last growth spurt. Nothing for exercise, she’d overdo it or she’d feel guilty for taking a break.
The wife, then, had subtle hints of a herbal aroma around her, and her cutie mark had an essence of boiling water, implying something like a tea merchant. He didn’t recognise the mare, or the mark, but the tea got him thinking.
There’s an idea. I could get Ocellus a tea set, maybe?
No, she can’t use that around school, not with her yak friend. She’d be too worried about it breaking.
And she can’t keep it at the Hive with her little siblings running around. No, nothing fragile.
Some teabags, maybe, something to help keep her calm? Next year, for sure, but this is our first year together, it should be something to mark the occasion, something lasting. She wouldn’t want to drink a gift like that.
Abandoning the high street, he went to sit on a bench and took out a locket from under his wingshields.
In it, he had a picture of him and Ocellus, together in Geneighva. They both smiled warmly, cheeks pressed together, grabbing each other’s sides to pull tight.
He’d never felt happier, or warmer.
The sense of shape that changelings had was a difficult one to explain to other species, at least the ones who didn’t have transmutation magic. As Scutum understood it, changelings could detect identity as a separate notion, even register small changes due to motion.
And with that sense of shape came a sense of rightness, of belonging, of things fitting together well or not at all.
That picture represented a few minutes of things feeling more right than ever, and the days that followed had been a pleasant afterglow.
We’ll always have Geneighva.
That had been the start of it, really. They spent more time together, when they could, and they talked about important things. One such important thing was how they saw their future, and the way they saw it was, for now, together.
Scutum was happy when Ocellus was close by, and she felt the same about him.
That picture was the closest they’d been so far.
I can’t even remember feeling someone so soft, so warm.
Warm and soft, warm and soft. What about a spa date? No, they’ll be booked to the gills today, and Ocellus doesn’t like crowds.
A flight around Rainbow Falls? No, Apple Bloom said she’s tired from studying, nothing exhausting.
We could go underwater somewhere, maybe? But that’ll be in the dark, then, she might get drowsy.
Then he spotted another pair, though not a married couple. Not even dating, he realised, though they were acquaintances.
Soft and warm?
One was a blue Pegasus mare, the other a white Unicorn stallion.
Rainbow Dash the Wonderbolt, and Mister Sage, the print pony.
That’s worth a shot.
He trotted up to them, ears perked. He must have forgotten to switch his senses back to normal, because he accidentally caught the tail end of their conversation.
“You can’t just leave! Where would you even go?” Rainbow Dash asked.
“Back to the old country, up North,” Sage replied.
Wait, what?
“But isn’t that deer country now?”
“Yeah.”
“So you’re okay with just not having any ponies around at all anymore?”
“It’s not like Pony-ville is any better,” Sage argued. “I can’t stay for much longer, Rainbow Dash, I just can’t. Ever since the yaks moved in three houses down, we get earthquakes every other week when they have their friends and family over. And I can’t say anything about it or I’ll get in trouble. I’ve already had to add protection spells to my shop.”
Scutum slowed down.
“Come on, that’s not fair,” Rainbow Dash objected.
“No, it’s not. Not to me, it isn’t. This is a real problem, that they’re causing, and I can’t do anything without getting accused of a crime. I just have to tolerate all this. But I can’t, and I can’t do anything to change it. That’s two out of three stress responses down, third one’s the only option.”
“But who’s gonna proofread my fanfics?”
“I have a Sending spell, Rainbow Dash. I’ll give you the address once I find a place, it’ll probably be a few months anyway. I’ve got a lot of shop to move. Speaking of which, a friendly face.”
Scutum froze. He thought he was being stealthy. “Umm, am I interrupting something?”
“Not at all,” Sage said with a smile. “If you’re looking for Ocellus, I haven’t seen her yet. And if you’re wanting to make another order for the Hive, the next delivery should be en route in two weeks. It’s been somewhat delayed due to… seismic activity.” That smile faded into a grumble.
“Right. New neighbours. Sorry about that. I guess we won’t be getting any more books from your shop, either, then? If you’re moving?”
Sage sighed. “You caught that, huh? I am sorry to say that I will be moving my business, and it will be moving to somewhere farther from the Hive. But I can still do custom orders, I’m sure. It’d be difficult, but feasible. Besides, there are plenty of other print shops in Equestria, and regular book shops that don’t have to print things on the spot.” He shook his head and chuckled mirthlessly. “You won’t miss me, I’m sure. Actually, you could probably set up shop at your Hive, if there are any volunteers.”
“I’ll be sure to ask, then.”
“Please do, I’ve still got time to do quick tutorials. And you don’t have to apologise for anything, for the record. You’re not the one quaking the ground. If anything, changelings have been my best customers in years. You’re more polite than a lot of ponies, these days. I would miss that. But you’re not here to listen to a Unicorn ramble, are you? You’re looking for something for Hearts and Hooves?”
“Yes, sir. I kind of forgot what day it was, so I was hoping…”
Scutum explained the situation to the stallion, and asked if Mister Sage could deliver.
Sage said ‘no.’
Ocellus went straight to the bakery, or as straight as she could with her eyes taking turns opening up. Breakfast had delayed the onset of fatigue somewhat, but it wasn’t a fix, and once her food had settled down she felt drowsier and drowsier by the second.
Thankfully, she knew where she could get a more lasting solution.
Wobbling through the doors of Sugarcube Corner, Ocellus was relieved to see that Scutum was not there yet. Missus Cake was going from table to table, serving couples their orders. When she saw the changeling girl, she greeted her jovially.
“Ocellus, hi! Happy Hearts and Hooves Day. Are you alone today, dear, or are you planning a surprise?”
Ocellus did her best not to squint. Her eyes wanted to rest so badly, but she couldn’t risk closing them for long. “Umm, I’m alone for now, but planning a surprise. I only need a quick boost first.”
“Been studying too hard again?”
“There is no ‘too hard’ when it comes to studying.”
“If you say so, dear. There’s an empty table in the corner, there, if you want to stay hidden.”
Ocellus went to sit and let out a sigh of relief. Soft, padded seats and walls, it almost made her nod off. She snapped awake.
“So, What do you need?” Missus Cake asked. “The usual?”
“No. I’ll have the Brown Bear Double Decker Coffee Guarana Stacker, please. A large one.”
Missus Cake flinched. “A-are you sure? Pinkie Pie only added that to the menu as a joke for Princess Twilight. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone drink that one large. Even you haven’t gone over a small one yet.”
“It’s an emergency.”
“And come to think of it, isn’t caffeine an insecticide in the first place? I’m sure that was a question on the last quiz we had…” the mare scratched her head, thinking.
“I’ll take my chances. I need to be awake today, and there’s only way to do that.”
“If you say so, dear.”
Ocellus nodded, and paid up front.
When the order came, Ocellus blew on it carefully, then took a sip.
Flash Bee honey, Saddle Arabian coffee, and rainforest guarana, which was basically stacking magically charged sugar upon caffeine upon caffeine, hence the name.
In an instant, her eyes stopped feeling heavy, her heart beat faster, and her headache went from gently pulsing to an insistent throbbing.
Perfect.
“Okay. Step one: stay awake. Step two: find something to get Scutum.”
“Oh, the orange boy?” Missus Cake asked. “I’ve seen him around, Pinkie Pie seems to think he’s nice. If you need ideas, I know one thing about boys: their love goes through the stomach. Do you know what his favorite treat is?”
Ocellus took another drink. The throbbing headache subsided, or levelled out, at least. “Does every mare in this town think that?”
“It’s true for most stallions. Although, now that you mention it, I am starting to wonder if that’s not something Spoiled Rich spread as a rumour to boost chocolate sales. Still, it’s a good place to start, isn’t it?”
Ocellus realised then that she hadn’t even mentioned Scutum’s favorite treat to her friends. “Maybe. His favorite used to be banana split, vanilla and chocolate ice only, no strawberry.”
“Oh.” The mare scrunched her nose. “Does he not like strawberry?”
“He does, but he used to like his food to be black and wh- never mind. Nowadays he likes dried fruit most. Dried strawberry, dried melon, dried pineapple…”
“Saddle Arabian treats, you mean?”
“Uhuh.”
“I don’t think we have those around here. This far north, any spare fruit we get is turned into jam.”
“Oh, I know. I wouldn’t give that to him anyway.”
“Why not?”
“N-no offense, but the whole ‘love goes through the stomach’ thing is kind of a sore spot for us changelings. We’re still not sure how to handle that, with how things have changed. We don’t have traditions, or rules. We didn’t even used to have parents the way you do, or private property, or money.”
“Oh, dear. I think I see your problem now. You’re not just dealing with personal questions, but historical ones, too. You want to do things traditionally, but you don’t have your own traditions yet, and pony traditions aren’t going to help you figure things out, are they?”
“Sorry.” Ocellus took another big sip of her caffeinated treat. Her heart gave out a protesting ‘thump,’ but she hid it. “That’s why I need to focus. I know I’m not supposed to be working today, but-”
Missus Cake kept her head on a swivel, always checking if anyone needed her. No further orders came. “No, that’s fine, deary, you don’t need to feel bad about that. Look at me: I do a lot of work today, and I’m glad to. And for what it’s worth, you and I are not the only po-err, creatures who are working on Hearts and Hooves. Rarity’s working, too.”
Ocellus took another sip, and almost spit it out when she realised.
“Rarity? Of course! Rarity would know what I can get, wouldn’t she?”
“She has been doing a lot of stallion’s fashion recently, and I hear she has her own special somepony now.” Missus Cake winked.
“Really? Who?”
“I have no idea, and even Pinkie Pie hasn’t figured it out yet. But that’s not important. What’s important is that Rarity knows a thing or two about boys.”
“And she knows a lot about nice things. Thank you, Missus Cake, you’re a lifesaver.”
With three big gulps, Ocellus downed the rest of her energy drink.
“Oh, my. That much coffee, I hope your heart doesn’t explode. Then again, I suppose you do have a spare.”
“That’s a myth, actually,” Ocellus corrected. “But don’t worry, if my heart starts acting up, I can just turn into something with a bigger one.”
“Ah. You learn something new every day.”
With that, Ocellus flew off, wings buzzing like an angry hornet.
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Hearts and Hooves and A Lot of Wrong Moves
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It's the first Hearts and Hooves Day for Ocellus and her boyfriend. Unfortunately, Ocellus forgot, and now it's a rush to find the perfect gift for the changeling she loves. Assuming she even knows what 'love' means to a changeling...
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<p>Ocellus has been hard at work, studying the magic of friendship. So hard, in fact, that she forgot what day it was.</p><p>Hearts and Hooves. The first Hearts and Hooves since she and Scoots got together, in fact. </p><p>In a panic, Ocellus tries to find the perfect gift for her boyfriend, and tries not to get caught up in self-doubt and philosophical debates about what 'love' even means to her. </p><p>And she definitely doesn't want to stop and think about the effects of a caffeine overdose to stay awake.</p><p>Note: while this is technically a sequel, no prior reading is required to understand this story. The important things are repeated, and the events of the prequel have no direct influence on this story.</p>
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Ocellus was hyped-up on caffeine and nerves by the time she got to Carroussel Boutique.
“Professor Rarity?”
She stopped when she saw the mare, and the other pony with her.
Or rather, Ocellus didn’t see the other pony, but she detected them. Her changeling shape-sense was telling her there were two ponies in the room, but she only saw one.
“Oh, hello, Ocellus. What can I do for you?” the Unicorn greeted, folding up some clothes in her magic.
Ocellus blinked, confused. “Umm… are you the only pony in here?”
“Yes,” Rarity replied. She put away a dress into a box and moved a rack out of the way to approach the girl. “There’s no one in the changing rooms, if that’s what you’re asking.”
“No, it’s just…” Ocellus shook her head. “You know how changelings can tell the shape of a thing, so we can turn into it?”
“Yes?”
“Well, that sense is telling me we’re not alone in here.” She tried to focus on the input. “There’s someone else in here, it feels like.”
“O-oh?” Rarity idly pushed up her mane, looking away. “And, just so we’re clear, are you sensing a colt or a filly?”
The signal was warped for some reason, she couldn’t place it. Her senses were telling her there were two ponies in the room, but the second signal was being blocked or mingled with something, and yet it was clear enough to be distinct. “A colt, I think. Unicorn colt.”
Rarity let out a giddy, if quiet, giggle. “Sorry, darling, I don’t mean to mock you. If you are sensing a colt in here, I think perhaps you need to cut down on your coffee consumption. I could imagine perhaps you’re sensing Sweetie Belle’s magic lingering around, but there are no colts in my shop right now, as you can see. You must be quite hyped-up if even your senses are being affected like that.”
“How can you tell I had coffee?”
Rarity pointed to the girl’s hind quarters. “Your wingshields are rattling, darling. Now, what has you so out of sorts that you’re sensing ponies that aren’t there? Shouldn’t you be out enjoying the day, or enjoying some rest, at least?”
“That’s what I came to you for. Today’s Hearts and Hooves Day.”
“I have heard, yes.”
“And I’ve been so busy with school work I… I forgot.”
“That doesn’t sound like you at all.” Her expression changed to one of grave concern. Somehow, Professor Rarity’s penchant for drama always felt comforting to Ocellus. It was easy to read, impossible to misunderstand. “You of all students would know what Hearts and Hooves Day is, I should think.”
“I did. I forgot what day today was.”
The mare nodded emphatically. “Ah, yes, that explains it. And what is it you need from me?”
“I need to think of something to get for Scoots.”
“Scoots being Scutum, your, ah… boyfriend? Special somechangeling?”
“Approved partner,” Ocellus corrected. “But I guess that’s the old term for it. ‘Boyfriend’ is what you’d call it. I need to find something he’ll be happy with, but I can’t think because I haven’t slept and I’m running out of time and I need help, please. I just want to do something nice for him. I already asked my friends and Missus Cake, but the only thing I got out of them was that ‘the love of a boy goes through his stomach’ and, well…”
“That sounds rather racist, if you ask me,” Rarity blurted out.
“I wouldn’t call it that.”
“I would. Even ignoring your relationship with love, do you have any idea how offensive that phrase is to ruminants? I’ve had plenty of clients with four stomachs, what are they supposed to think?”
Ocellus opened her mouth to argue, but she had to admit, ruminants did add a level of complication to the matter. “I don’t mind, personally. They’re only trying to help, it’s probably true for them, but for me it’s not. Anyway, Missus Cake said you were working today, too. So I came here as fast as I could.”
Rarity smiled in sympathy. “I am sorry to hear you’re not well, Ocellus, and I appreciate the vote of confidence. But why not ask Fluttershy? She shares more of your, umm, temperament, if you don’t mind me saying. And she has been a model, like Scutum has, if I recall correctly. So wouldn’t that make her a better choice?”
Ocellus looked away. “No, I know what you mean. But I thought you would be more help, Professor Rarity. You know romance better than anyone, and you know beauty. You know what makes ponies happy. And I can’t afford to waste time with this. Fluttershy’s more like me, sure, but I’m struggling with this, so a pony like me probably would, too. I need a pony who can do this sort of thing, so I’m cutting out the middle mare.”
Rarity chuckled. “Goodness. No pressure or anything.” She gestured for Ocellus to follow and they both sat down on a set of pillows, which Ocellus presumed is where Rarity usually did her more casual discussions. “Alright, let’s start with the basics: what sort of boy are we dealing with here, exactly?”
Ocellus blinked, and drew a blank. “Umm…”
Rarity levitated a cup of tea to her lips and took a sip. “Well? What sort of a boy is he? I haven’t seen or spoken to him that much, so I don’t really know, aside from the superficial.” She smirked impishly. “He’s very handsome by pony standards, I’ll grant you that. Good strong triangular build, very masculine, much more angular than usual for your kind, if a little bit on the lean side. That’s teenagers for you, I suppose. But what is his character? Is he sensitive, is he brash and brave, contemplative or shy, is he artsy or athletic?”
That, Ocellus could answer easily. “N-no. He’s not an athlete, exactly. He’s a model, and an artist.”
“Good start, but those are occupations, darling, not character traits. Let me rephrase: why do you like him? Besides whatever appearances he may have.”
“Umm, we grew up together, kind of?” Ocellus shrugged.
“Lots of boys and girls grow up together, darling, that’s not a reason to fall in love. If it were, all of Equestria would be singing ‘Sweet Home Alabarna’ all day,” Rarity joked.
“He’s… he’s nice.”
“Is he only nice to you, or is he nice in general?”
“No, he’s nice in general, it’s just… I’m not sure I really know.”
Rarity pointed to the girl’s chest. “Well, I certainly don’t mean to upset you, Ocellus, but as Applejack would say: there’s your problem, right there. You can’t think of a good gift for someone if you don’t know what they like.”
“I know what he doesn’t like. Does that count?”
“Of course. But there’s more to happiness than avoiding things you dislike.”
“I know that. I’ve read all the books on this, but I’ve never really thought about it. It all happened so fast, and I just went along with it,” Ocellus said.
“Then it must have at least felt right.” Rarity leaned forward, cup in her hooves. “Let’s try a different angle, then. Has it ever felt wrong?”
“No.” A dreamy smile formed on Ocellus’ lips, despite her best efforts to suppress it. “It’s always felt right. It’s weird, I can’t really think about it, but I can feel it.”
“So you do… love this boy, yes?”
Ocellus cringed. “I think so?”
“Have you told him? In so many words?”
She shook her head. “I get anxious every time I try. My head starts hurting, my stomach gets upset. But I know it feels right when I’m with him. That counts, doesn’t it?”
“Yes, love does have a way of dulling one’s more cerebral functions, so to speak. That is a good sign, at least. I’d still try to consider why, though.”
“A-and… if I can’t think of any real reason… would it be okay to ask…” Ocellus tried and failed to get her voice up to its normal volume, falling silent despite herself.
“Ask what?” Rarity leaned in again, to better hear.
“Missus Cake said you have a boyfriend, now, too.”
Rarity hummed to herself, a beaming smile on her smile. “She caught that, eh? Pinkie Pie is not the easiest mare to throw off a trail.” She nodded. “Yes, it’s true. I have been… involved with a fine stallion for some time now. It’s been quite the ride, and not an easy thing to keep hidden. But I wouldn’t change a thing.”
Ocellus felt her heart flutter. “Is it okay to ask why you like him? I don’t need to know anything secret, I promise. But I need something to hold onto here, I need something to compare to.”
“Understandable. You are the more analytical type, after all. What can I say about my dear paramour?” Rarity looked up and tapped her chin, thinking. “He is kind, but firm when he needs to be. A hard worker who knows when enough is enough. He’s always willing to push himself for the sake of others. Truth be told, I think he’s shown great promise as a father figure, that was important to me, also. And not to brag, but I did manage to snag him, so to speak, before the other mares in town got a chance.”
“So it’s because he’s like you, then. And because you think he’ll be a good dad, eventually. If you have foals.”
Ocellus noticed a shiver go through Rarity at that, one she couldn’t place. It wasn’t one of disgust or fear, but almost of surprise? Which made no sense, because they were talking about some obvious subjects here.
Rarity smiled once it passed, though. “Of course, darling, ‘if.’ If I ever decide to have foals, then it will be important to have a strong father figure in the house. That is doubly true in a town full of mares, like Ponyville is. There’s more to it, but I’m afraid I can’t quite say. My special somepony is someone of some importance, subject to gossip and media frenzies. We both decided it would be best if we kept our relationship a secret for as long as possible.”
Ocellus let her head hang, but nodded. “I understand.”
“One thing I’ve found that works for me, though, is this: if you cannot figure out the ‘why,’ look at the ‘when.’ I know I have a… small, barely noticeable habit of overworking myself ever so slightly, and my special somepony has, shall we say, been through that proverbial wringer enough to see the signs. When I am absorbed in a new design or a project, he stops me when he needs to. Likewise, when he is over-exerting himself, a little flutter of the eyelashes and a quick little demand for attention distracts him enough to take a break.”
Ocellus could feel her eyes water. “So you have someone who can stop you from doing the wrong thing. That sounds like it’d be perfect.”
“I wouldn’t say it’s perfect, but in your case I can see the appeal, confidence-wise, I mean. Don’t confuse the help of a partner with giving up control, that’s important. It’s a complementary relationship, darling: he has his vices, I have mine, we both look out for each other. I couldn’t tell you the amount of times I’ve had to tell him to leave poorer-” Rarity stopped herself mid-sentence. “To leave things be as they were. He’s a bit… interventionist by nature, and while I sympathise, I don’t always agree. We have similar weaknesses, but seeing them in each other makes us more aware of it in ourselves, if that makes sense.”
“Because you’re seeing the same weakness in someone else, you know what it looks like in yourself,” Ocellus concluded.
“Exactly.”
She shuddered and pouted, pondering. “Yeah, me and Scutum are nothing like that. He’s confident, I’m not. He shows off his body, I never could.”
Rarity shook her head and grimaced. “Oh, I distinctly recall you looking quite fetching in that cheerleader outfit, Ocellus, you shouldn’t talk yourself down like that.”
“That’s different. Scutum doesn’t sleep in Ponyville, he doesn’t even come by that often, and he has more friends than I do. Every time he visits, it’s like he’s lived here forever. He talks to ponies so casually, and they talk to him like they’ve known him for years. That’s nothing like me.”
The mare’s ears twitched. “You don’t say? I hadn’t noticed.”
“I guess you wouldn’t. When he’s waiting for me, he usually hangs out with Rumble and his friends, ever since-”
“Since little Rumble got that modelling job, yes, now I remember. Your Scoots and Rumble are on good terms with each other, I keep mixing up the names. Right, I suppose that does make you somewhat of an odd couple, in that regard.”
“See what I mean? What if I haven’t been feeling love this whole time? It doesn’t work the same way it does for ponies. What if I’ve been wrong? What if he doesn’t really like me, and he’s been wrong about what he’s feeling?”
“I think the caffeine is triggering your panic reflex now, darling,” Rarity started. “Don’t let the adrenalin rush cloud your judgement. Don’t get ahead of yourself, and remember why you are here in the first place. You are here because you need a gift, you can worry about everything else later. And on that note, you know you can simply give him something pretty, right? Or something practical? Didn’t you say he’s an artist? Some fine quills or brushes or charcoal to sketch with, perhaps?”
“He’s learning how to be an artist,” Ocellus explained. “But he, umm, he was born wrong. I don’t know if I’ve told you.”
Rarity winced and pressed a hoof to her forehead. “Right, right, Starlight mentioned that. Born colourblind, which in your society means-”
“Crippled, and useless, and disposable. At least the way we used to do things. That doesn’t work the way it does for ponies, either; he couldn’t detect colour in any way for most of his life, including when he tried shapeshifting. He was lucky he could pick a pony in greyscales for expeditions, but if he tried to turn into a piece of furniture? Black and white only. And no one knew for so long, not even me. If Chrysalis had found out, well…”
The mare sighed and absently rubbed her belly, as the thought probably made her queasy. “Yes, the old wolf cub treatment, eh? I see. I suppose books on colour theory are out of the question then, too.”
Ocellus shook her head. “I know those are good, I know he’ll appreciate it, but still… I don’t want to remind him of that, not today. But I can’t think of anything that would work.”
“With colour being such a common factor, I’m not sure I do, either. I don’t know the boy’s sensibilities myself.” Rarity gave off a playful pout. “Rather wish I did, he sounds like a model I could work wonders with. But, if all else fails, there are two things you can give your special someone that will always succeed.”
“What?”
“A strong hug, and a gentle kiss. I may not know the specifics of changeling romance, but a show of affection never fails.”
“But it’s our first Hearts and Hooves Day together. I need it to be special. I need it to be something to remember.”
“Then I’m afraid my only real advice would be to give him a kiss he cannot forget. But given your obvious reservations to that sort of thing, I cannot recommend that in good conscience. I’m sorry, Ocellus. I wish I could be more help, truly I do. Do you know if he likes surprises, at least?”
“I’m not sure. I know I don’t. Is that bad?”
“Not at all. I’m not overly fond of surprises myself, especially when it comes to the important things. No, I like being able to plan for things just like you, and I can tell you there is nothing wrong with that.”
“Except when you oversleep and you don’t have time to plan.”
“There is that, I suppose. So what is the plan now? What will you do?”
Ocellus gritted her teeth. “I need to find something. There has to be something in Ponyville, anything.”
“You’ll be off, then? I could always find a good scarf or a custom shirt, something nice and dapper.”
“Some other time, maybe, when I have a better idea. For now, I think it’s best if I go out again. If Scutum comes by here, could you stall for time?”
Rarity nodded. “I’ll drag him into a fitting session for you and keep him busy as long as I can. If he comes by here, that is.”
“Thank you.”
“Anything for a proper romance, darling.”
“Wait, but what about your boyfriend? Don’t you have plans?”
“Oh, he’s off to a Wonderbolts derby in Canterlot, we have plans for later. Never you mind that, you focus on what you need to do.”
“Will do.” Ocellus got up, and heard her stomach growling.
“Oh, and darling? Don’t forget you still need to eat? Skipping lunch is not going to help you think.”
Ocellus flitted through Ponyville, flying low so as not to stick out. Scutum was probably in town already, she couldn’t afford to run into him, not now.
Okay, jewelry? Nothing colourful.
Tea set? He might get the wrong idea.
Crooked kayak?
She stopped by one of the bridges on the edge of town, right by the Ponyville Kayak club. All the boats there were bent, somehow. They weren’t broken or structurally damaged, but every single kayak and canoe bent at a right angle. “Huh. That’s odd. If I didn’t know any better, I’d almost think that was-”
“Duck!” a voice called out.
Ocellus hit the ground right in time to see an arrow hit a mare ten paces ahead. A second arrow followed soon after, and hit the mare next to the first one.
Lyra and Bon Bon. They were both struck.
And even from that far away, Ocellus could see the little heart bubbles floating and popping over their heads as they suddenly started fawning over each other.
By now, she’d summoned enough mental clarity to recognise the warning voice. She turned around to face the sharpshooter draconequus. “Discord? What are you doing?”
Discord had adorned himself with a set of feathered wings, as well as a quiver of arrows and a tiny shortbow. He also had a halo, that was attached to his head via iron wire, and a rope harness that wasn’t attached to anything to hold him airborne. He came floating by in his best Cupid impression. “I’m spending the holiday doing what I do best: sowing a little chaos. That’s LyraBon sailing away, right there.” He took out a messy parchment and crossed out a line on it.
Momentarily distracted by the sacrilege, bad disguise, public drugging and, worst of all, sloppy notekeeping, Ocellus growled at the near-omnipotent spirit of chaos. “If Princess Twilight finds out about this…”
He snorted and cut the ropes holding him up with his bare fingers, landing him neatly on the ground. He snapped his fingers to get rid of the wings and halo, but kept his weapon and ammunition. “She’ll have to answer to Princess Cadence first. I’m not doing anything that pink Princess doesn’t do on a daily basis. Can’t blame a draconequus for having his favorite ships, right? Speaking of which, do you think anyone minds I made some adjustments to the local kayak club’s gear? I’m not sure why, but seeing a straight ship in Ponyville just feels wrong.”
That confirmed her first suspicion. Discord was bored. Nobody liked him when he was bored. “Discord, that’s not right. You don’t know what kind of damage you’re doing.”
He snarled. “They’re kayakkers, they deserve it after what they tried to pull last time I was in town.”
Ocellus tried to think of what that might have been, but nothing came up. “I mean damage to society. You don’t know if you’re harming anypony by shooting love arrows willy-nilly.”
He cleared his throat with a dramatic flair. “Excuse me? Okay, first of all: I am not firing love arrows willy-nilly. I have a very strict, very progressive and publically accepted list of ships that I support. So I am firing love arrows deliberately, thank you.”
He held up the list to her. It looked like a spider’s web, if the spider had been simultaneously drunk and subjected to experimental doses of caffeine and mushroom extracts. A lot of the supposed couplings were crossed out on only one side, and replaced with another.
“You know, a lot of those couples look like you’re replacing one pony with another. So you can’t really have a set list of ships, right?”
“Oh, no, I assure you, the ships remain the same, even when you replace both ponies. I had this discussion ages ago, I’m sure Theseus wrote it down somewhere.” He tossed the list behind his shoulder into oblivion. “Secondly, I am not doing anything wrong here. What am I harming? Society?” He waved a claw over his face to conjure up some form of clown make-up, then waved down to remove it. “I’m not making anyone gay, unlike some ponies I could mention.” He glared back at Ponyville, specifically at the Writer’s Guild headquarters.
Ocellus knew he was glaring at the Writer’s Guild, because that was the building that always had interesting clouds over it for some reason.
“Speaking of which, have you seen Rumble?” Discord took out another arrow, this one a different shade of pink than the others, and with a different tip, with pink and blue stripes. “I hear there’s a bounty out on his head and I’ve got an arrow with his name on it.”
“Thunderlane’s brother? You want to make him gay?”
“It’s the popular thing to do.”
“Discord, please don’t.”
“Which is exactly why I won’t do it. I’ll turn him into a girl instead. I hear the odds are fifteen to one he’s trans, and there’s only one way to find out. I’d like to get my pay-out before it drops another five points. His voice dropping has already cost me a fortune, I’m not taking any chances.”
Ocellus glared at him.
Discord threw his hands up in innocence. “Hey, don’t look at me, I didn’t start this! I’m only planning to finish it. You know how crazy ponies have been getting better than I do. All I’m doing is holding up a mirror.”
She sighed in resignation. “Okay, fair point. I’m too tired to argue, anyway. But can you at least promise not to use any magic on children unless they ask for it? Even if you think ponies are crazy, you do still understand consent, right? I don’t think Spike would appreciate it if he heard you talking about that sort of thing.”
“Eh, I suppose. Fine, I’ll hold off on that particular piece of artillery.” Discord stowed the arrow away in his quiver. “But Rumble starts asking for a bow in his hair, I’m taking my shot at him.”
“That’s progress, I guess.”
“Yes, ‘progress,’ is what you all like to call it. Trying to put me out of a job, is what it is,” Discord grumbled and gagged. “Taking all those chaotic and outrageous things and trying to normalise it, yeugh. What are you doing out here, anyway? Shouldn’t you be with your boyfriend? Or did he decide to turn into a flea and hide somewhere under your wing?” From out of nowhere, Discord flipped an oversized nickel, one with a pony on it. The pony was holding a bouquet of flowers.
“No,” she replied.
The nickel pony’s flowers wilted.
“Oh.” Discord stuck the coin in his ear. “Well, I’ll get that second nickel sooner or later. Stupid Loki...”
“I forgot today’s Hearts and Hooves Day,” Ocellus started. “I’m trying to think of what I can get him. What about you? Shouldn’t you be with Fluttershy?”
“Fluttershy? On Hearts and Hooves Day? Did someone hit you with the crazy arrows, by any chance?”
“No?”
“Good, I’m saving those for a special occasion. I don’t need the hassle of losing ammo before I need to. Anyway, today’s not a good day to be around Fluttershy, not for me. Today’s the day she always gets greeting cards and propositions.”
Ocellus blinked. “Propositions? Of marriage?”
“Of sponsorships. You’d be surprised how much money you can make just to spit out platitudes about silly morals without actually acting moral or doing anything productive. Fluttershy is very polite to them, but that also means it takes a long time before ponies get the message. So I prefer to enjoy this day a little more… actively. I always liked Hearts and Hooves, had a nice flair to it.”
“Wait. You like this holiday? You like love?”
“Of course I like love. Can’t get a giant wooden horse through the gates if there’s no love involved. Love is chaotic, it’s unpredictable. It’s funny, when it’s not being so disgustingly sweet and mushy.” He gagged.
An idea popped into Ocellus’ head then. “Oh. Then I don’t suppose you could help me with a problem I’m having?”
“Why would I?” He leaned in and leered ominously.
“Aside from it being love-related? Maybe to get back into Headmare Starlight’s good graces after almost killing us.”
“That was one time.”
Ocellus thought back. “Was it, though?”
“Okay, two. Three… maybe five.” Discord tapped his chin, and started growing extra fingers to count on. “But definitely not more than seventeen!”
“And your stunts in the cafeteria.”
“Now, are you referring to the pheasants or the orca? Because I’ll have you know the orca was absolutely not my fault, natural causes, completely out of my control.”
“Or, umm, you know, because I’m desperate, and I really don’t know who else I can ask at this point. I could, maybe, make it worth your while? If you need anything in return?”
He chuckled, before straightening up with a bright smile. “And what could a changeling possibly offer m-wait, you mean you’re up for a warlock pact?”
“Maybe?”
“Oh, I haven’t done one of those in so long. Alright, then, let’s talk.”
He snapped his fingers, and time stopped.
“Let’s talk terms first: what is it you want?” All around them, screens appeared showing Ocellus on a throne, Ocellus poring over documents, wearing a wizard’s hat, or a black outfit and sunglasses while she was doing what looked like yoga while dodging arrows. “Power, information, control?”
“Umm… information. I need to know the exact steps I need to take to make this a perfect Hearts and Hooves Day for me and Scutum.”
“Hmm…” Discord stroked his goatee, and the screens disappeared. “A time loop spell, then? Redo the day over and over until you’re both satisfied?” A gopher popped out of the ground, wearing the sunglasses Ocellus had seen seconds ago. The thing pointed at its shadow, gave the draconequus the thumbs up, then dove back down into the ground.
A time loop did sound like a good way to get through the day. Every story she’d ever read about such magic centered around making a perfect moment. Still, she was smart enough to see the problem. “No, no. I woke up exhausted this morning, and if I can’t change that, then I can’t find the right answer.”
“A revitalisation spell, then?” he offered. “Delay the fatigue until tomorrow?”
“No. Even if I have all the energy I need, my mind would still be working without sleep, without any real rest.”
“Catnap spell? Give you that sleep right here and now, five minutes, wake up completely refreshed.”
“That is tempting… but I can’t guarantee that will give me what I need. No, I need a divination spell. I need to know where I have to go, and when, and what to say, to make it perfect. I need to find a gift for him, and I need to make him happy. Can you do that?”
“Oh, divination?” The draconequus gagged and spit out a crystal ball to stare into. It showed a pair of ponies arguing about who was first in a race, Ocellus didn’t get it. “I don’t know, it’s all so boring and rigid. But I suppose I’m not against a little stacking the deck.” A snap of the fingers, and the crystal ball turned into a tarot deck, which then became a house of cards that looked like the Leaning Tower of Pinto. “Alright, then. Just for today, I’ll give you the perfect instructions. If you’re not satisfied, I’ll turn back time only up to the point of the pact. And that’s assuming you are not satisfied.”
“And in exchange? Do I have to rob some arcane vault, or prank a politician?”
“Please, what do you take me for? I was never a demanding patron, even to the ponies who shot Uncanny Blasts like it was confetti. No, there’s only thing that’s really valuable to me.”
She cringed. “And that is?”
“Entertainment. Last time I got to do a real game show, the Pillars were roaming Equestria. I want to see how you tackle one of those.”
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It's the first Hearts and Hooves Day for Ocellus and her boyfriend. Unfortunately, Ocellus forgot, and now it's a rush to find the perfect gift for the changeling she loves. Assuming she even knows what 'love' means to a changeling...
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<p>Ocellus has been hard at work, studying the magic of friendship. So hard, in fact, that she forgot what day it was.</p><p>Hearts and Hooves. The first Hearts and Hooves since she and Scoots got together, in fact. </p><p>In a panic, Ocellus tries to find the perfect gift for her boyfriend, and tries not to get caught up in self-doubt and philosophical debates about what 'love' even means to her. </p><p>And she definitely doesn't want to stop and think about the effects of a caffeine overdose to stay awake.</p><p>Note: while this is technically a sequel, no prior reading is required to understand this story. The important things are repeated, and the events of the prequel have no direct influence on this story.</p>
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When she found herself teleported into a gameshow named ‘Leopardy,’ Ocellus was starting to have second thoughts. Discord stood in front of a big screen with the name of the show, as well as a list of topics like ‘Rewritten history,’ ‘That’s not how biology works,’ and ‘Famous statues of Antiquity.’
She was pretty sure any question regarding the last one would have ‘Discord’ as the answer, but the other two she noticed could just as easily involve him, she realised.
Before Ocellus could voice any concerns, Discord conjured up a microphone. “Welcome to ‘Leopardy,’ the best game show in Equestria.”
“Are we being recorded?” she asked. “Or is this a live broadcast?”
“Oh, right, I don’t have a license,” he replied, slapping his forehead. “No, this is for my entertainment only.”
“You care about having a license for things?”
“Hey, I may be near all-powerful, but I’m not taking on the Equestrian Revenue Service, okay? That’s the only branch of government I can’t saw off for kindling.” He shook his head and snapped his fingers. Next to him, and filing cabinet appeared, and he started rummaging through it. “Now let’s see what we have in terms of options.”
Ocellus gulped as he tossed out a few large cats, who thankfully ignored her.
The draconequus didn’t notice, fiddling through the files. “Hmm… Twelve Labours? Always fun, but where am I going to get a flock of Stymphalids at this hour? No, no. Trials of Baleful Polymorph? Doesn’t really do much on a changeling. Slaying The Dragons?” He raised his eyebrows and stowed it away under his shoulder, grinning evilly. “Saving that for when I DM on Tuesday… Eureka!” He held one of the papers up high and turned to face Ocellus. “The Earth King’s Gambit. Perfect mix of modern and classic, feels a lot older than it is, a masterpiece of a trial. So glad I stole it.”
“Should I be worried?” Ocellus asked.
Discord snapped his fingers again to change his clothes. When the smoke cleared, he looked dressed in a regal outfit, one with a lot of white and green, and a golden apple design here and there. It looked vaguely familiar, like an outfit that belonged in the old Eastern Unicorn kingdoms.
Why Discord called it the Earth King’s Gambit, then, she could only guess.
“I have three tasks for you,” he started. “Finish them all and you’ll get your wish.”
“And if I fail?”
“That depends on how hurt you get in the attempt.”
She didn’t get the time to object. Another snap of the fingers, and she found herself in a massive cave, at least a hundred paces in radius. Light shone from green crystals, and water flowed on the edges.
In the middle, though, there was an elevated platform, the size of a small sports field, no more than shoulder height from her perspective. And in the middle of that, there was a bushel of keys.
“I seem to have lost the keys to my house,” Discord started. “Would you mind fetching them from that completely innocent and inconspicuous platform?”
Of course this was a trap, but the question was: what kind? The first thing Ocellus checked was the crystals. Her shape senses didn’t detect any kind of electrical charges, and in hindsight she figured Discord wouldn’t want to be so cliché as to deploy a bug zapper against a changeling. As crude and chaotic as he was, the spirit of disharmony still had standards, she knew that much.
Second, she checked the ceiling. There was water flowing on the edges, and again she could detect no electrical charge. Spells and enchantments, maybe, but those tended to ping differently to her senses.
And that, of course, left the floor. She noticed the cave floor was unnaturally even, meaning it had been levelled. She also noticed grooves in the floor, very regular and geometric grooves. More than likely there were pressure plates strewn about, and knowing Discord they would trigger something funny, like tree sap or a paint bomb.
Not the sort of trap to use against a creature that could fly. She opened up her wingshields and looked to her host, who merely shrugged.
Motion sensors, too, most likely, and ranged traps. A cave that high, the ceiling must have been littered with traps, too. She went straight up, to the safest place in the room: right in the middle. Then she bolted straight ahead.
There was a whirring underground, and Ocellus felt the air leave her before her ears caught the wind. A tornado had formed around the platform in mere seconds, knocking her off course. She was buffeted by the winds and slammed hindquarters first into the ceiling, at which point the winds died down and she dizzily flew to the outer edge.
“Oops, I forgot to mention! There might be a little bit of a draft going!”
She flew down to Discord. “What even is that?”
He chuckled. “Oh, that? A little something I used to have fun with when the Pegasi tribes were still around. It’s a wind barrier: you step into it, winds kick up. It’s a test, you see: Pegasi like to say they can fly faster than the wind. I like taking them up on that challenge.”
“But I’m not a Pegasus,” Ocellus argued.
Discord scoffed at the notion. “Well, we’re all for equality these days, aren’t we? Anything a Pegasus can do, you can do better. I’m sure you can speed through it if you use an adrenalin boost or something. Try flexing your muscles, and yelling, and turning your hair blonde, I hear that always works for monkeys.”
She huffed. There was no reasoning with Discord, clearly. Bracing herself, she mentally calculated how fast she should go and at what angle. The winds below had a wind-up time, and they’d pelted her outward and upward. Her best chance, though her caffeine-fueled heart hated the sound of it, was a straight dash at top speed.
She revved up her wings to full power and headed in.
Again, the winds caught her and slammed her into the wall.
“Atta girl!” Discord yelled out. “Keep doing what you’re doing! Just try harder, it’ll work eventually!”
Very funny.
He’s right, though, I can’t do it.
I can’t swoop and dive like a Pegasus pony can.
Not in this form, at least.
She reached out into her memories, to a day spent with Professor Fluttershy. She’d gotten a close look at a large predator then, one that could pluck a fully grown pony off the ground like it was nothing.
Green flames surrounded her, and when they passed, she spread her arms, now massive and powerful wings.
“Oooh, eagle form!” Discord laughed. “Never seen a shapeshifter try that one before.”
Three wingflaps, and Ocellus could guess why. The weight gave her more control, sure, but those big wings ended up catching more of the winds and it wasn’t long before she was flung right back to square one, letting out an indignant squawk.
“Oh, this’ll keep you busy for hours, I’m sure.” Discord conjured up a clucking cuckoo clock that sounded like a turkey for some reason. “Let’s hope you don’t get hungry too soon.”
Ocellus closed her eyes.
Focus. There’s a solution to this, there has to be.
Giant eagle is heavy enough, but too big.
If I try something smaller, that won’t have the weight.
Can’t fly like an eagle, can’t fly like a bat, can’t fly like a dragon, can’t fly…
It finally hit her.
Can’t fly. That’s it!
She flew up to the ceiling, to the edge of the wind barrier, then turned back into her normal form and started walking on the ceiling.
“Gonna try the old spider climb trick? Hope you have a strong back!” Discord called out.
Already, the winds were revving up.
So was she.
With a mighty leap, she went straight down into the winds, until they hit full power and started pushing her away again.
Then she turned into a blue whale.
Riding gravity’s pull on her massive cetacean weight, she smacked down on the platform, then dropped the heavy shape as the winds raged around her. She picked up the keys, the winds died down, and a flowerpot smashed into the ground right next to her.
“What was that?” she asked, gesturing the shattered pottery.
“Not again.” Discord teleported to her to inspect the thing, and scratched his head in confusion. “You know, it’s the strangest thing, that happens every time I run into a whale and I can’t figure out where these pots keep coming from.”
“Weird. I’ve got the keys.”
“Ah, and in good time, too. It really is amazing what you can do when you break the chains of habit, isn’t it?”
“I guess so. What’s the second challenge?”
A snap of the fingers and a burst of stars later, and she found herself on a balcony overlooking a jungle. That is to say, it was a jungle with a roof, since she could see the walls reaching around the balcony. The whole thing was painted a dark blue with a star pattern, but none of the constellations were right, presumably because Discord didn’t care for astronomy.
“This is my aviary,” the draconequus said. “And wouldn’t you know it, I need to do a check-up on one of my birds, but I can’t find where he is. Go in there and fetch him for me, would you? He’s trained to respond to his name.”
This was, of course, another trap. Ocellus leered at him, suspicion clear in her voice. “What kind of bird is it? A phoenix? A giant changeling-eating eagle?”
“A bird of paradise,” Discord replied. “Do you know what they look like?”
She shrugged. Ocellus had seen plenty of birds of paradise on school trips, as well as lessons from Professor Fluttershy. They were colourful, broad of wing but not large of stature, and they had fancy tails. “Sure.”
“Perfect. Now, the bird you want to find is named Apus. He’s very precious to me, and he’s well trained, so you don’t need to worry about him hurting you. Call out to him and he’ll sit on your arm, no problem.”
She closed her eyes to think. “It can’t be that easy. What’s the catch?”
“You are a smart girl, yes. As you might have guessed, there are other birds in there, that may not be so friendly. I’ve also got a guardian patrolling the premises, for any interlopers that take a wrong turn at Applecorky when they teleport. You’ll know the guardian when you see him. I suggest you make sure you get the right bird in your sights before you make any noise.”
Ocellus sighed. “Okay. How many birds of paradise are there?”
“Ones that look like Apus? It’s only him. He’s one of a kind.”
“Good to know.”
Preferring the cautious approach, Ocellus turned herself into an eagle again and did a quick swoop over the area.
Down below, angry squawks reacted to her presence. She recognised the sounds, and she felt the heat build-up.
Phoenix nests.
She dodged one firebolt, then another. She could only barely see the phoenixes themselves through the canopy, so she decided to fly down and transform into a barn owl.
Much better.
The barn owl form was unfamiliar, but much more appropriate. She had sharp eyes, quick wings to duck between trees, even if she did have to sacrifice raw speed for dexterity.
Let’s see… peafowl, phoenixes, sparrows, secretary birds, ostriches…
A familiar chirp caught her attention, and she made a sharp turn towards it.
Bird of paradise. Got you.
She found the thing sitting on a branch, preening itself. It was a fine-looking specimen: emerald wings and back, little downy crown on its head, and long, fine tailfeathers.
She transformed into her normal form and called out gently. “Oh, Apus? Here, Apus.”
The bird flew up, and the sky came down on her.
“What the…”
The ceiling of the aviary came down towards her, the walls closed in around the makeshift jungle. Stars moved in ways that weren’t natural, and then it finally dawned on Ocellus.
Those weren’t stars.
That was a coat.
She’d just drawn the attention of a bird big enough to snatch an Ursa Major, with an Ursa Major’s coat to boot.
The guardian. That thing is the guardian.
Apus, understandably, wanted no part in this, and he booked it right when a massive eye appeared in the night sky, followed by a beak.
Don’t get distracted. You need that bird. “Apus! Here, Apus, here!”
The guardian screeched, and Apus fled further. Ocellus almost wondered how that guardian was even supposed to get to her with its massive size, but apparently the thing was part fluid. It managed to shrink down from ‘mythical titan you’ll never run into’ size to ‘very real, barely documented for obvious reasons, apex predator’ size and homed in on her.
She chased after Apus, wings buzzing and burning from the exertion.
“Apus! Apus, here! Apus, come here!” she shouted as more birds flew up from the trees.
Then she saw two Apuses, and two more. There was a whole flock of birds of paradise, in fact.
“Wait, that was the wrong one?” she asked.
“Might have been a good idea to ask more questions first, huh?!” Discord shouted from the balcony.
Oh, that no-good, double-crossing…
A loud ‘caw’ interrupted her inner cursing.
Don’t get distracted. You need to find the real Apus.
But seriously, who puts that many birds of that many different species together?
And who names their pet bird after a constella-oh, you have got to be kidding me.
She looked back at the giant bird as it came in for another circling swoop over the jungle. The wings, the crown, the tail, it all matched, though the proportions were slightly off.
One of a kind, he said.
Ocellus flew straight up above the canopy and extended her arm.
“Apus?!” She closed her eyes, bracing for impact.
A light tap on her arm was all she felt. Shrunk down to normal size, the bird made up of night sky sat calmly. Ocellus could feel her heart pounding, and her stomach trying to untie all the knots it had gotten itself in.
She flew the bird over to the balcony, and Discord took over. The star bird cawed happily at his owner, even as he got his feathers checked and his beak inspected.
“That was… terrifying. That’s the biggest creature I’ve ever encountered.”
“And yet it was the one thing you had to get.” Discord petted his bird’s head like it was a cat. “Funny, isn’t it? How the thing that scares you most can be the thing you want the hardest.”
With the adrenalin still rushing through her system, Ocellus wasn’t in a philosophical or psychological mood. “Sure, I guess. Third challenge?”
Apus was let go, and Discord snapped his fingers.
They materialised in a fighting ring.
“Oh, no, don’t tell me it’s combat?”
“Come now, you must have seen this coming,” Discord said. “When all the gamey is done, a good fight will still be the best entertainment to be had.”
“Fine. Bring out your three contestants.”
“My what?”
“Your three contestants. That’s the catch, isn’t it? You’ve got two scary monsters waiting in the wings, and one creature that looks harmless, but really ends up being the worst of the bunch. You want me to pick the harmless one, so just bring it out already.”
He scoffed. “Honestly, what do you take me for? I like my classics, sure, but I’m not an old hack. No, I had something much more interesting in mind. A little bit of karma, if you will.”
“Karma?” Ocellus felt a lurch, a tugging under her hooves. Her shadow moved, even though she didn’t.
Then her shadow got up and blinked.
Volume flowed into the thing, along with greyed-out colours. It flapped its wings as its red eyes opened, a wicked grin on its face.
“Oh, no.” Ocellus shivered.
“Neat trick, isn’t it?” Discord joked. “Little something I picked up from a boring old four-eyed loser, the spirit of daddy issues, if you can believe it.”
The thing hissed at her. It didn’t have the holes of her old form, but it had all the threatening presence, all the aggression that was forced upon her to fuel that vampiric magic her kind used to use.
“Don’t worry about destroying it,” Discord said. “It doesn’t have sapience, it’s barely sentient. It only pretends, much like you used to. But it still has your memories, your skills, your power. Only one thing that it lacks, really.”
Ocellus took a step back, and the thing rammed into her, sending her flying across the arena.
“Your kind-hearted nature!” Discord shouted. “Good luck beating yourself up!”
Think fast. I’m supposed to fight this thing.
But it’s me. How do I fight?
Apparently this Anti-Ocellus fought by turning itself into a cougar and pouncing.
Ocellus defaulted into a squirrel form to dash and zig zag away from the feline, confusing it in the process. That only bought her a few seconds, though, as the Anti-Ocellus shifted into an falcon and homed in on her.
I can’t dodge that in this form, or any form. Block it!
The falcon ended up bumping into a green elephant trunk, and Ocellus tossed the thing onto the ground before stomping down, hard.
Raising her massive paw up, she only saw a hole.
Burrowing. Good, it’ll be a little while before the next attack.
What would she do?
What would I do?
Those big elephant ears caught a familiar and haunting buzzing sound.
Neighsian hornet. Can those things sting through elephant hide?
The buzzing closed in on her.
Can I risk it? It wouldn’t kill me, but it’d hurt enough to break my concentration.
Where’s it coming from? Is it circling or dashing?
Her mind reeled. Then a moment of clarity pierced through the haze.
Wait a second, what am I doing?
Cutting out the middle pony, she turned into a rock, fast enough to make the hornet bounce off her granite surface without any further damage.
Anti-Ocellus took a cue from her original and flew up before turning into an anvil. Ocellus, likewise, went back to her normal form and rolled out of the way.
Her speed’s the same, her reaction time’s the same.
She has the same sorts of ideas as me.
That only leaves one way to beat her.
Ocellus rose up on her hind legs, readying for the next attack. She’d always been taught to favour the ambush predators, since they were more efficient in solo combat. Anti-Ocellus, predictably, went into another feline form, this time that of a black panther.
The thing leaped at her and bit her in the neck, just as she shifted into another form, that of an eel, this time.
Then, all Ocellus had to do was flex.
Teeth closed around her, but didn’t pierce her flesh.
Gotcha.
The panther was frozen around her, save for a few errant twitches. The teeth hurt, sure, but she wasn’t bleeding.
Discord called out. “Wait, what’s going on here? Ref, what is she doing?”
A second Discord, this one in a referee uniform complete with a coach’s whistle, appeared and inspected Anti-Ocellus. The panther fell over, leaving Ocellus flopping on the ground in her eel form.
The Discord ref poked her and immediately backed away. “Yow! That’s no regular fish, that’s an-”
Ocellus turned back and wiped herself where the bite marks and drool had marked her. “Electric eel. It’s a dirty trick, but surprisingly effective against opponents that like to bite. So, are you entertained now?”
Up above, Discord was rolling on the floor laughing, while Ocellus felt her shadow flow back into her.
“Bwahahahaaa! The changeling… turned herself… into a bugzapper!” he cried out. “Oh, that has to be the funniest thing I’ve seen since the beauty contest!”
Ocellus’ ears perked. “Wait, what?”
“What? D’oh, I mean… yes, you have passed all the tests.” He teleported next to her. “And here is your prize.”
He conjured up three doors.
“Any one of these doors will give you the perfect day for Scutum. Just open one and you’ll get exactly the perfect day.”
“Really?”
“Absolutely.”
“No tricks?”
“Just a time limit. You have ten seconds to choose.”
“What?”
“I mean, all this divination is very precise, it comes down to the second. Nine.”
“But what’s the difference? Is there one that’s boobytrapped?”
“No, seven.”
“But what’s the correct one?”
“They all are. Five.”
“But, but…”
“Four, three, two… one.”
Just as Ocellus tried to reach for the middle door, they all disappeared.
Her heart sank. “No, I did what you asked.”
“Yes, and then you refused to collect your reward.” Discord did a little golf clap to applaud her. “Very brave, very smart.”
She pawed at the ground and waved in the air where the door had been. “No, no. You have to let me get this. We had a deal.”
“Yes, we did. And you were so busy worrying about what to get that you didn’t get anything. My end of the deal is held up, yours is as well.”
She felt tears start to form in her eyes. “Discord, please, I’m begging you. I’m tired, I can’t think straight, you have to give me something!”
“D’oh, of course you get something. It’s not your fault you’re a bundle of nerves wrapped in transmutation magic. Here, consider this my gift. And stop crying, you’re sucking all the fun out of this.”
He snapped his fingers, and she was back in Ponyville.
“Oh, Ocellus, hi!”
Right in front of Scutum.
She was bruised, battered, and tired, and she was standing right in front of her boyfriend.
Ocellus sat down before she could collapse.
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Wise Cracker
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562821
| 5 |
Ocellus,Original Character,Comedy,Random,Slice of Life,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
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Hearts and Hooves and A Lot of Wrong Moves
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It's the first Hearts and Hooves Day for Ocellus and her boyfriend. Unfortunately, Ocellus forgot, and now it's a rush to find the perfect gift for the changeling she loves. Assuming she even knows what 'love' means to a changeling...
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<p>Ocellus has been hard at work, studying the magic of friendship. So hard, in fact, that she forgot what day it was.</p><p>Hearts and Hooves. The first Hearts and Hooves since she and Scoots got together, in fact. </p><p>In a panic, Ocellus tries to find the perfect gift for her boyfriend, and tries not to get caught up in self-doubt and philosophical debates about what 'love' even means to her. </p><p>And she definitely doesn't want to stop and think about the effects of a caffeine overdose to stay awake.</p><p>Note: while this is technically a sequel, no prior reading is required to understand this story. The important things are repeated, and the events of the prequel have no direct influence on this story.</p>
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teen
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2024-08-18T08:53:17+00:00
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2024-08-18T08:53:17+00:00
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Ocellus stared at him for a moment. Tears welled up in her eyes, and as much as she wanted to, she couldn’t stop herself.
It was too much. Her composure broke, and she started crying, then bawling.
Scutum backed away and looked around, scanning the vicinity like any good drone would. “W-what’s going on?”
“I didn’t get you anything,” she admitted. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.”
He breathed a sigh of relief and went to hug her. She didn’t hug him back, too embarrassed to move or even think at this point. Didn’t seem to make a difference to him. “Hey, hey, it’s okay, you don’t have to cry over that. Now tell me what’s wrong, there’s gotta more to it than that. Did someone get under your skin? Do you wanna go get some tea, or sit by the duck pond?”
Ocellus clenched her eyes shut. He always knew what would cheer her up.
“No. I overslept this morning, and then I realised I’d missed a few days. I wanted to get you something. I was going to get you something, but I lost track of time and I couldn’t catch up. I’ve running across Ponyville all day, and I still couldn’t come up with anything.”
He gently pressed her head against his chest so she could hear him breathe, calm and slow. “That’s okay. I’ve still got you, don’t I?”
“That’s true.”
“And you really tired yourself out that much that you’re crying over it?” Scutum wiped at her eyes to dry them off.
“Not just that.” Ocellus sighed. “I just… none of my friends knew what to do. Missus Cake wasn’t any help, Professor Rarity gave me some advice, but it didn’t fix the problem.” Finally, she managed to wrap her arms around the boy. “And then Discord showed up. He put me through this game show.”
Scutum chuckled to himself. “So that’s what the bruises are from.”
“Yeah. It’s fine, it doesn’t hurt, not really. I think he was trying to tell me something, or teach me something, but I couldn’t guess what.”
“So spell it out for me, maybe? You know I’m good with that kind of stuff.”
“I know the first two: you’re a lot freer when you break the chains of habit, and sometimes the thing you’re most scared of is what you want most. But the third round, he had me fighting myself, or my shadow.”
“You fought yourself? Wow. Who won?” he joked.
She forced out a smile at the dad-tier joke. “It was a shapeshifting duel. My opponent went for something bitey, I turned into an electric eel.”
“Oh.” Scutum looked up at the sky. “And that wouldn’t have worked if you hadn’t let yourself get bitten. It’s easy, then: sometimes a small failure is what you need for a big win. Local minimums and maximums and all that, we saw that in-”
“Math class in Fillydelphia, right. I forgot. I almost had it, too, my wish, I mean. Discord had the perfect gift ready, the perfect day. But he hid it behind three doors. He said any one of the doors was fine, but I still couldn’t decide which one. I ran out of time.”
“You worried too much about what I’d think, so you didn’t pick anything.” He kissed her on the forehead.
It took all her mental fortitude not to turn into a puddle right then and there. “I guess that’s the small failure, then. But where’s the big success?”
He gently put a hoof under her chin to tilt her head up. “Ocellus, look at me. I’m not upset, I’m not sad, I’m not angry at you. You didn’t do anything wrong. I know you study hard and I know sometimes you overdo it. If I ever thought it was going too far, I’d tell you. I’m not smart enough to be subtle with that kind of thing.”
She chuckled. “That doesn’t make it okay.”
“It does to me. Just because today’s the holiday, doesn’t mean you have to get a present on the day, does it?”
“But that’s how it’s supposed to go.”
“Oh.” He shrugged. “Well, sorry, then. My gift won’t be here for a week or two.”
She blinked in confusion. “You… wait, you didn’t get me anything, either?”
“Not right away. I didn’t know what day it was, either, but, you know, I improvised. I had to think a little, and then I commissioned someone.”
“W-what did you commission?”
He took his locket from under his wingshields and opened it. “We’ll always have Geneighva. Mister Sage from the print shop used some magic on the picture to make it bigger, portrait-sized.”
“You commissioned a portrait-sized picture?”
“No, that’d be silly. I… I wanted to get you something you’d like. Portraits don’t really fit in the Hive, since our walls aren’t that flat, and with your little brother and sister running around, I didn’t want you to worry. Then I thought maybe you’d like a book, but you’re surrounded by books all the time, you’d stress yourself out over that. Then I figured maybe some workout equipment, since you’re sitting still so much, but I didn’t want to risk you overdoing it.”
“And I probably would.”
“Exactly. I couldn’t think of anything better than a portrait, so I went back to it and workshopped it a little. I talked to Mister Sage, and he told me he has a friend up North who’s an artist. They don’t just do paintings, but they print on fabric, too. So I put in an order.”
She chuckled. “That is kind of funny. ‘I went to Geneighva and all I got was a T-shirt,’ that’s a classic.”
“It’s not a T-shirt; it’s a pillow.”
Her heart skipped a beat.
He blushed and looked away. “Since… I know how much you like soft things. Pillows don’t break that easily, they can be fixed, the print can be restored. And I know you need a place to rest your head more than anything else. But it won’t be delivered until two weeks from now. I hope you’ll like it.”
She rested her head on his shoulder. “I think… I’ll love it.”
He nuzzled her cheek. “You feel tired, Ocellus. More than usual. Are you sure you’re fine?”
“I am now.”
Her mind raced. Her breath started to slow, and her head felt heavy. “I just need to rest a little. Can I rest with you?”
“Always.” He gave her another peck on the head, and led her to a nearby tree so they could sit in the shade. “And when that pillow gets here, you’ll get to rest with me even when I’m not there.”
She lay her head down on his lap. Even with everything feeling so heavy, her mind still tried to find an answer, come up with a solution. She couldn’t let the moment pass without giving him something.
“I love you,” she blurted out.
Tense silence fell for a moment. “I love you, too, Ocellus. Now go to sleep.”
“One hour. When the bells ring, you need to wake me up. And then… I don’t know. We should do something.”
“I’ll think of something in the meantime.”
“And you promise you’ll wake me up?”
“I promise. I’m not leaving your side.”
With that, she let go, and fell into a light sleep, a little catnap to catch up with the changeling boy she loved.
Ponies went by, coming and going. She vaguely heard him comment on some pony moving away, and one of the boys in town getting into some crosshairs or other. Change was in the air in Ponyville, though she couldn’t say if it would be for the better.
It was white noise to her, the sort that helped her sleep, and he knew exactly when to lower his voice or when to switch topics.
Part of her idly wondered just how much Ponyville had changed since she’d first arrived, or even before that.
With so many foreign students now pouring in, and other visitors, it felt odd to call ‘Pony’-ville now, at least from her perspective. Scutum certainly sounded like he agreed with that.
She couldn’t live here after graduation, she decided.
Another sigh, and she forced herself to stop thinking about the future, if only for a moment.
The future didn’t matter, not now.
Today would be perfect, and she’d be together with the boy she loved.
And no matter what, there would be more days to come, together.
And she could overthink and worry about all that tomorrow.
The End.
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Dragolord19Delta
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562823
| 1 |
Fluttershy,Twilight Sparkle,Anthro,Porn,Romance,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Fetish,Sex
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Twilight's Favorite Student
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Fluttershy, a shy Pegasus and a student in a prestigious Equestrian boarding school has a huge crush on her teacher, Twilight Sparkle, a talented and mysterious unicorn.
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<p>Fluttershy, a shy Pegasus and a student in a prestigious Equestrian boarding school has a huge crush on her teacher, Twilight Sparkle, a talented and mysterious unicorn. Despite their differences in age and species, Fluttershy can't stop herself from lusting after the older mare, and her fantasies slowly consume her.<br/>But little does she know, Twilight harbors her own desire for the younger mare...<br/>Tags: <span class="spoiler">futa/female, musk, mind break, roleplay, anthro, schoolgirl/teacher, spanking, blowjob, standing doggy, breeding kink, Futadom, ahegao<br/><br/>Twilight is 23, Fluttershy 21</span></p>
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mature
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2024-08-03T09:50:10+00:00
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2024-08-03T09:50:10+00:00
| 1,681 |
"Fluttershy."
Her name cut through the haze that filled the animal lover's brain, the word was spoken so softly, but with an undercurrent of force behind it, telling her without any uncertainty she had been given a command, and should follow. Her head snapped upward from the book she'd been pretending to read, but in reality had no memory of what it's contents had even been, or the last ten minutes. Her heart, which had seemed permanently lodged in her throat these past few days, lurched painfully.
Twili-Ms. Sparkle was looking at her expectantly, a delicate hand curled elegantly beneath her chin, her elbow perched atop the hard mahogany wood. "Please answer my question."
"Um, yes?" Fluttershy tried, her voice small and meek, a tremor making her sound ever so much more confused and unsure of herself than she already felt.
A delicate purple brow rose over glasses and Fluttershy ducked her head, her cheeks aflame. She had absolutely no idea what had just been asked, and the way Twiligh-MS. SPARKLE was looking at her made her feel like a dunce, an utter fool, who couldn't even comprehend her own name.
"The answer is," Ms. Sparkle continued, and Fluttershy's stomach clenched. The disappointment in her teacher's voice was so clear, that she wanted to curl up into a ball and never show her face to society, especially not her teacher. "Not a yes or no answer."
Fluttershy swallowed, her throat clicked and her eyes blurred with tears. Her bottom lip trembled and her grip on her pencil tightened until the edges dug painfully into the palm of her hand. This was torture. True, slow, painful, and humiliating torture. "I, I'm sorry, I-"
"Don't apologize, simply answer the question."
The words were crisp and held a firm authority to them. The order was absolute. Fluttershy stared blankly down at the blackboard where her teacher's elegant script sprawled. Her mouth opened, and she closed it. It felt like her brain had turned to mush. Nothing inside her head seemed capable of coalescing into a single coherent thought.
Ms. Sparkle sighed and shook her head, a flicker of emotion showing across her lovely features. One that made Fluttershy feel sick. She could hear the echoes of the other students laughter from the back of her mind, could still taste the lingering bitterness of the spitball that had hit her in…
"Since you can't seem to pay attention to me, perhaps some copying on the board is what you need?" Ms. Sparkles' tone had changed, now sharp and disapproving. Fluttershy's insides curled and her vision wavered.
"Y-yes, ma'am." Her voice sounded distant to her, and she realized, as she rose slowly, how shaky she was, her palms were sweating profusely, her fingers trembled, and her knees felt weak.
She glanced quickly at the board and then made her way around her desk, the quiet room seeming louder than ever. Her hooves clicked, echoing against the hardwood floor, and her breath rushed out between her lips.
"I'll go easy on you," Ms. Sparkle spoke and Fluttershy let out the breath she'd been holding, relieved. Then the other Equestrian stepped closer to her. A shiver stole through her body when she inhaled the enticing scent coming off of her teacher, and her head was turning against her will, her body swaying closer of its own accord. A rap to her flank jerked her back.
Ms. Sparkle was staring at her sternly. "Eyes forward and start writing. No dallying. We both know you're capable, put some effort in."
"Y-yes, ma'a--" But her teacher rapped her flank again, the ruler hitting the side of her rump and Fluttershy jumped, a surprised squeak leaving her.
"Eyes. Forward." Ms. Sparkle's voice brooked no argument. "If I have to tell you that again, there will be consequences. Am I clear?"
"Yes, ma'am," Fluttershy replied instantly, her mind racing. Eyes forward, eyes forward. She stared straight at the black stone before her, the chalkboard looming. She hated, absolutely despised the way her hooves were shaking, the way she could feel her thighs tremble and sweat sliding down her neck. She did NOT want her teacher to see the state she was in.
"Now, I want you to write, 'I shall obey the teacher' 25 times, and then..." Ms. Sparkle trailed off, her silence unnerving, but the ruler sliding across her skirt-covered rump wasn't any better. She could feel her rump twitch and clench, and then there was heat and tingling. "After, I'll give you a reward."
"Y-yes, thank you, ma'am." Fluttershy breathed, and then she took her first step toward the dreaded task. She swallowed thickly as she picked up the chalk and began her work. She'd only managed one line before a firm rap on her rear made her yelp and jump, her entire body going tense as a thin streak of heat and pain shot up her spine.
"Eyes. Forward." Came her teacher's crisp, commanding tone.
"Y-yes, um, yes, right, yes ma'am!" She babbled.
"Continue."
Fluttershy swallowed and, breathing in deeply, exhaled shakily, before obeying the command.
It was after her second line, when she was writing the word, 'Obey' for a third time, that she heard the tell-tale sounds of the ruler swishing, and braced herself. The sting was instant. Her muscles locked and her rump clenched as pain blossomed across her skin, followed by a warmth that went deeper, and tingled.
"Mm-mmfffph." Fluttershy whimpered, her tongue caught between her teeth, a desperate, needy sound leaving her throat.
"Don't dawdle. Keep writing." Ms. Sparkle reprimanded.
Fluttershy sucked in a ragged breath and nodded her head, her mane falling over her shoulder. "Y-yes, Ms. Sparkle." She could feel her throat tighten, her mouth was watering, and she had to swallow several times to rid herself of the saliva building behind her tongue and threatening to slip past her lips.
As she wrote the words, her ass burned. Each new sentence she completed was marked by another sharp tap against her quivering flesh, and by the fifth smack she could feel her panties becoming uncomfortably soaked and her pussy ached.
By the fifteenth, she could feel herself swaying and her breath came faster and faster.
"Your posture is horrible. Stand straight."
Fluttershy swallowed hard against the lump of nerves and arousal sitting heavy in her chest, and her legs were trembling almost as badly as her wings as she stood straighter. "Y-yes, ma'am." She murmured, her voice barely above a whisper as her mind screamed. She wanted to press her thighs together, rub them, anything to get rid of the persistent ache between her legs.
She needed more... more. Her entire backside was tingling and stinging, and all it did was make her arousal worse. By the final word, she could smell the evidence of her own desire.
"Done? Good." Ms. Sparkle's shadow loomed behind her as Fluttershy bowed her head and panted, her mouth hanging open, and the musky scent of her dripping cunt filled the room. "Bend over."
"Wh-what?" Fluttershy half-turned.
"Did I stutter?" The question was curt, and Fluttershy reacted instantly.
"N-no, ma'am." She squeaked, her heart fluttering and her body trembling. She leaned over and placed her hands flat upon the blackboard, a few inches away from her sentences. Her breathing was ragged, and she could see how her arm shook, and her body swayed, and she could feel the slick of her own arousal sliding down the inside of her legs. Her tail flagged, rising and falling.
"Ms. Sparkle, please, I-I'm sor-"
"Shush."
The word was spoken softly but Fluttershy obeyed. She stared forward and wished her bangs were longer so she could hide her face.
What hit her next wasn't a ruler. It was the flat of Ms. Sparkle's hand. And not on her upturned rump, but right against her aching cunt."AH AAAHHNN!" The cry tore itself from Fluttershy's throat and she trembled. Heat bloomed outward and her pussy pulsed and gushed, and her eyes rolled and her wings fanned out. The sensation was indescribable.
It was amazing.
"Oh, Celestia, Oh, oh, nn-aah." Fluttershy moaned and then jerked upright, her wings spread wide, her hands going back to the blackboard but Ms. Sparkle had already seen it.
"I thought I told you to keep your hands on the board. I was nice enough to bend you over and help you. That does not mean you can disobey."
"I'm sorry!" The apology was rushed and high-pitched. "Ms. Sparkle, please, I'm sorry, I-I'll behave."
"You had better. " A finger traced her soaked panties, the nail teasing her through the cloth. "A naughty student like you must learn her place." A pair of fingers dipped inside her panties and pulled, and the underwear tore with a resounding rip. "And students who cannot behave must be ...punished."
The finger returned, and there was no fabric between it and her hot, eager, sticky pussy. The digit slid into her effortlessly and Fluttershy made a noise that sounded akin to a whimper, a gasp, and a groan all at once, her wings shivering, her thighs squeezing, and her cunt pulsing.
"Spread your legs." Ms. Sparkle ordered, and Fluttershy obeyed, panting. The finger was pulled out of her, and before she could whine or complain, it was back. Only this time it was joined by another. Fluttershy threw back her head, moaning, her legs shaking.
"Please, oh, please." She whimpered.
"Please what?" The voice was a low purr, and Fluttershy's pussy clenched.
"Please. Please ...oh. M-more." She gasped as the fingers sped up, curling within her, the digits scissoring apart and pushing further up until they were hooking and hitting some spots that made her mind short-circuit and her vision darken.
"More? You're a greedy little slut, aren't you?"
Fluttershy's thighs clenched, and her hips jerked. A jolt of raw pleasure surged upward, and her thighs trembled and she cried out.
"Does that feel good?" The purple unicorn pressed against her back and Fluttershy could feel the heat and the rigid points of her teats.
"Yes, Ms. Sp-sp-sp-!" It was lost to a high keening as the thumb working her clit moved faster, and the fingers inside of her twisted and bent. Fluttershy could feel her body tense, her muscles tighten, and she could feel her wings jerk and her legs shake.
"Good. Because this is a punishment." The fingers inside of her disappeared, leaving her empty, leaving her feeling hollow, wanting, desperate, and the pressure of the other's body against hers faded as well.
"No! No, please, Ms. Sparkle, don't stop, please, I-." She began to turn.
"I said stay." The command was growled, and Fluttershy went stock still, her eyes widening. The only sign of the other's presence was the soft, measured breathing. "I believe, I've been too generous."
"Wh-wha-" Before Fluttershy could utter a complete word, something thick and heavy, and so very hot, slapped her ass. A sound of wanton need left her lips, and Fluttershy was dimly aware of a distant echo from her teacher as 11 inches of pure muscle and throbbing veins were pressed between her cheeks and she rocked her hips back, mewling.
"Ahnn, I'm so sorry. So, so, sorry. Ms. Sparkle, I'll be good, I swear, I will, I~ah~" She let out a whine that would have made a puppy proud, a pathetic, pitiful sound, and was rewarded. The shaft between her cheeks shifted, the blunt head pushing between her thighs, teasing her.
"Yes! Yes, oh, Celestia, Ms. Sparkle." Fluttershy babbled, her chest rising and falling, and she gasped when two warm hands grasped her breasts, and fingers found her nipples, rolling and pinching the sensitive flesh until they were stiffened peaks.
"No bra? What a bad little slut you are. Were you hoping for this?" Ms. Sparkles' voice was husky, and the rumble was low against her ear, Fluttershy keened, her insides pulsing, and she felt her juices dripping down onto the other mare's length.
"Yes. No, I-I." Words escaped her.
"Do you always run around wet and needy?" Ms. Sparkle continued, her voice thick.
"Only because of-of...mmm-ah!" The moan was dragged from her throat as her teacher rocked her hips, her shaft dragging along her clit and Fluttershy could feel her whole body grow hotter, her skin prickle, her core tightening.
"Of who, exactly?"
"You, Ms. Sparkle." Fluttershy sobbed it, unable to handle the way her cunt clenched and the ache in her body.
"Look at me."
"I ca-nn-AHH!" It was an agonized wail, as the purple mare pulled her back and slammed her lips against Fluttershy's. As her tongue slipped between her lips, the thick head of her shaft pressed to her entrance and thrust up, burying itself, spreading her open, filling her completely.
"MMMPHMMMMM!" The kiss muffled the scream, the tongue plunged into her mouth, and the hands squeezed her breasts and there was pain and a sense of overwhelming pleasure and it was everything.
Fluttershy felt as though her entire being had shattered, as her teacher ripped the orgasm from her. Her entire body clamped and shook, her pussy rippling and her fluids gushing, splattering the other's legs, and Fluttershy was left gasping into the other's mouth.
A small, almost cruel, laugh.
"That was fast." Ms. Sparkle cooed as her hands slid down, settling on the other's belly and hips before they tightened and jerked. "Now, it's time for the reward...My slut."
"Re-RewAHH-hAH-AHHH!" Fluttershy's eyes rolled, her mind went blank, and her entire body shuddered again, as magic wrapped around her, lifting her from the floor, while the thickness within her pulsed.
"Yes, that's right. I can feel how needy you are, how wet and dirty." There was a roughness to Ms. Sparkle's voice. It was as if she was holding herself back.
"Yes!" Fluttershy cried.
"Are you sure, because I could just leave you, hanging." Ms. Sparkle's smirk was evident in her voice.
"No! Oh, no, p-please. I'll be a good girl, Ms. Sparkle, please." Fluttershy gasped as she felt herself rise, the shaft leaving her, leaving her empty and her hips wiggled, her mouth falling open.
"And how will you do that?"
"I'll be a good little fuck toy. Oh, Ms. Sparkle, just give me more, more." Fluttershy whimpered and lifted her hips, her head tilting to the side, and her tongue lolling out.
"Good girl." And then she was filled again. Fluttershy's mouth fell open, her tongue extended and her eyes rolled, and she could hear a buzzing, a humming, the sound of the unicorn's magic. She was forced up and down, fucked like a doll.
"YES!" She wailed.
"This is what a horny, needy slut likes, isn't it." Ms. Sparkle hissed.
"Ye-ahh, yes, yes, y-es, yes." Each word was punctuated by the thrust of her teacher's cock. Each one was deep, almost to the base.
"Filthy. " Ms. Sparkle snapped, and Fluttershy agreed.
"Yes, filthy!" She screamed, and the pace increased, her ass bouncing against her teacher's crotch, her body shaking, the only thing keeping her upright was the magic that held her.
"And these fat tits! Look at the way they bounce." Hands grabbed her shirt and tore the last few surviving buttons, freeing her bare flesh to the air, and the mare behind her took full advantage, her fingers digging into the supple mounds, and her thumbs toying with the perky buds. "They're almost cow-like."
"Nnggghhh." The thought was shameful and made her pussy squeeze, her body arch, and Fluttershy could feel her insides ripple again, her breath becoming short, her heart racing.
"Oooohhh..." The word stretched from Ms. Sparkles' lips, becoming almost cruel, "Is that what you want? To be used as a breeding slut by your teacher?"
"Uhn-yes-ee-ya-mm~!" Fluttershy couldn't speak, focus, or think, the only thing she could do was hang there, suspended in the air and taken. Her tongue and eyes lolled, her mouth open, her wings twitching and her tail lashing.
"Hmm, I'm not sure that's good enough. Come on, dear, tell me, how much of a dirty bitch do you want to be?" Each sentence was followed by a thrust, her hips moving faster, her thighs meeting her ass with audible claps.
"Nuuhhaaa, I-ah, want, oh, Ms. Spark-ah!" Fluttershy's lips were sealed as Ms. Sparkles' covered them, her cock pounding harder, driving her deeper, and she was barely aware of her own movements.
Her hands went back, and gripped the other's hair, pulling her closer, their mouths melded together, their bodies pressed, their hearts hammering. She had to hold on, her hips bucking back, her pussy convulsing, squeezing tighter, and her stomach was so hot, the heat was spreading.
She was so close.
Then Ms. Sparkle's hands tightened their grip, pulling her closer... and down. The shaft within her became impossibly thicker and then there was warmth, a surge.
The first rope hit the deepest part, the second the third, and forth, and it was as if every inch of her, was enveloped in liquid fire and Fluttershy screamed and came.
***
Twilight panted, her eyes shut tight, her arms wrapped around the shuddering body of the yellow Pegasus. The soft, feathery wings twitched, beating feebly, the smooth and rounded rump squirming and twitching on top of her lap, and Fluttershy whimpered and shivered, her face tilted, her neck bared.
Slowly, Twilight reached out, cupping her girlfriend's chin, and pulled her into a slow, easy kiss, her lips brushing against the other's, and the yellow Pegasus melted, a quiet sigh escaping the Pegasus, who slowly relaxed, and Twilight was faintly aware of how much tension and stress she'd been carrying.
When they broke apart, the yellow pony leaned back and laid her head against Twilight's shoulder.
Twilight couldn't help but grin as she leaned against the desk, her arms still wound around her girlfriend. "How was that?"
"Really good," Fluttershy said, her eyes closed, her voice dreamy.
"You okay?" Twilight asked, a note of concern in her voice.
"Uh-huh." The response was slightly delayed. Twilight had to bite her lip, and she rested her head against her lover's shoulder.
"You ready for the aftercare? The water, food, blankets and snuggling?" Twilight asked, pressing a soft, sweet kiss to her jaw.
"Yeah," Fluttershy whispered, her smile widening, and her wings flexing, her body shifting.
Twilight smiled and pulled on her magic, and with a soft pop, and a flash, the two were teleported to the bathroom.
Once there, she was quick to fill the tub and helped her lover slip inside. As soon as Fluttershy settled in, Twilight began filling a basin with more water. She retrieved several clothes and began gently sponging her lover and herself.
"How do you feel?" Twilight asked, running her fingers through the feathers of her wing.
"Tired, sore, wonderful, and my butt is going to have an imprint of the ruler." Fluttershy laughed.
"Well, that was kind of the point." Twilight giggled, and a small burst of magic shot out and popped a candy into her girlfriend's mouth.
"Thank you." Fluttershy sighed, leaning back and relaxing as Twilight moved to the next wing.
"What do you think of the new scenario? Was it too much?" She asked, trying to keep the nervousness out of her voice.
"No. It was... hot. But, maybe…"
"Maybe what?" Twilight looked up, her eyebrow raised.
"I think we might need to find a different position," Fluttershy muttered, and Twilight paused.
"Oh?"
"Um, the standing doggy is fun, I'm not complaining, but... my legs nearly buckled a couple of times." The yellow Pegasus admitted, her eyes closed, and her face flush.
"Okay," Twilight nodded, biting her lip. She could do that, after all, they had a lot to play with and explore.
"Still, did you have fun?" Fluttershy turned her attention back towards her.
Twilight kissed her forehead. "I did."
"Good." Fluttershy gave her a brilliant smile and relaxed once more.
"Do you think you can handle some food before sleep?" Twilight asked, her magic already pulling a sandwich and bottle of juice from a small cabinet.
"Uh-huh," Fluttershy whispered and opened her mouth.
Twilight snorted and lowered the food to her partner. "You really are spoiled."
"Because you spoil me." Fluttershy chirped before taking a bite of the floating sandwich.
"Well, it's not like I can help myself." Twilight shrugged and resumed washing Fluttershy.
"I love you," Fluttershy whispered.
"Love you, too." She dropped another kiss on her forehead and kept working.
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On a seemingly normal day, Discord notices Fluttershy acting odd. Things take an interesting turn when he hears her say something that leaves him speechless.
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<p>On a seemingly normal day, Discord notices Fluttershy acting odd. Things take an interesting turn when he hears her say something that leaves him speechless.</p><hr/><p>Took a Break from Friendship and Harmony: Darkness Awakens to make a little something I've been meaning to do for a few weeks. Hope you enjoy this! 😁</p><p>Sex tag for a couple of heated scenes and a minor hint, but nothing deserving of the M rating.</p>
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Discord moaned with a lazy smile as he felt his body receiving massages. He laid down on the couch in his home in his chaotic dimension with his eyes closed as a pair of white gloves squeezed his arms, legs, back, and tail muscles tenderly.
“Oh yeah…that’s the spot.” he murmured as he let out a relaxed sigh.
In the following weeks after the Summer Sun Celebration, which happened to be Celestia and Luna’s final once due to their retirement plans, he’d done nothing except for relaxing in his dwelling in between his weekly tea parties with Fluttershy.
Ah, Fluttershy. He remembered how stressed out she was after the Summer Sun Celebration, and all it took was a surprise spa appointment that he signed her up for to ease her worries and return her to her normal mood. She of course thanked him with a hug before they both went their separate ways, promising to see each other very soon at their next Tuesday Tea.
Discord’s relaxed smile turned into a happy one as he thought about the yellow Pegasus. He’d come a long way since his reformation and never thought in all the time he existed he would obtain the one thing he never thought he wanted.
A friend.
A small chuckle escaped him as he remembered the day when he and Fluttershy first became friends. It was after he heard that Celestia wanted him to be reformed and to use his magic for good purposes instead of evil. In his stone statue, he merely just rolled his eyes with a scoff. There was no way in the wide world of Equestria he would ever parade around and do good deeds for the amusements of the ponies, he had thought back then. That is, until a certain Element of Kindness touched his heart unexpectedly.
When he invited the rest of the bearers of the Elements of Harmony over to Fluttershy’s cottage for dinner, they were uncomfortable by the M.C. Escher interior and suspicious of the Draconequus’ real motives. He knew they didn’t trust him and didn’t mind in the slightest. It was then when he was being accused of several wrong things during the dinner when Fluttershy defended him and called him his friend. For the first time in his life, he was genuinely surprised by her unexpected declaration. When she confirmed their friendship was true, he felt touched, like someone had tugged at his stone cold heart and started it after being dormant for over a thousand years.
It was then when Fluttershy left him with a scowl and said that she wasn’t his friend after he turned the flooded water in Sweet Apple Acres that he realized that their friendship meant more to him than spreading chaos, and the thought of losing his only friend made him sad, thus resulting in his reformation.
Discord let out a sigh. He would never forget that day, not to mention all the times he and the yellow Pegasus spent together. ‘I should probably thank her for-’
He opened his eyes suddenly and sat up as a lit lightbulb materialized above his head. The gloves that were massaging him back away at his sudden move as the Draconequus smiled to himself while rubbing his hands together craftily. “I should thank Fluttershy for being my friend!” he said as he stood up and snapped his fingers, causing the gloves to disappear in a flash of light.
He teleported outside his house and summoned his thinking tree as he dangled from one of the branches by his tail. “Now then, what to do, what to do…”
“I suggest you do something grand.” a voice from his left spoke up as Discord turned to see a clone of himself wearing a pair of glasses and sitting in a wide and comfy chair floating next to him. “Don’t do something like you did back in Season 7. That was quite the fright.”
Discord nodded in agreement, remembering when he turned his home into something more normal for Fluttershy’s tastes, only to discover that being normal was making him fade away. “Well what do you suggest?” he asked. “I’m not a wise old geek like you.”
“True, mainly because you never listen to any of my ideas,” his clone commented. “However, I think you’ll like what I have in mind for you.”
“I’m listening.” the Lord of Chaos let go of the branch as he floated in mid air and shifted his position to rightside up.
“I suggest you take Fluttershy someplace with lots of nature and have a picnic with her, because you know her. She loves animals, or anything naturey.”
Discord nodded as he rubbed his chin in thought with his lion paw. The only question is, where could he take her, somewhere with lots of animals and flowers and…
“Wait a minute, that’s it!” he suddenly shouted. “The Canterlot Gardens!”
“Oh?” His clone raised an eyebrow in curiosity and interest. “Why there?”
“While it’s where I spent the last millennia as a lawn ornament, Fluttershy told me once that she loved the garden when she visited it during the Grand Galloping Gala. While her visit ruined that evening, she was still happy to go there. So…”
“...If you take her there for a picnic…”
“Then that’ll show her how much I appreciate her!” Discord concluded excitedly as he summoned a picnic basket. “Ohhoho, this is a brilliant plan. We can even have tea together.”
The front door to his house opened as his Tea for Two tea set floated outside and into the basket.
“As well as my famous cucumber sandwiches…”
Ten cucumber sandwiches on a single tray floated from the kitchen and into the basket.
“And we can even have some chocolate milk!”
Two glasses of chocolate milk with straws in them floated into the basket as the lid closed. Discord snapped his fingers, causing the front door to change from being open to close in a flash of light as he addressed his counterpart. “I don’t know how to thank you for the idea you helped me come up with.”
“No problem, m’boy.” the Discord clone smiled at him. “Now don’t just float there, you have a Fluttershy to thank.”
“That I do!” the Lord of Chaos said confidently as he snapped his fingers and made his clone disappear before disappearing in a flash of light.
Discord teleported in front of the front door to Fluttershy’s cottage as he knocked on it and waited patiently. No response came from inside. After a few moments of more waiting, he knocked on it again, only to receive similar results.
“She’s probably in her animal sanctuary.” he said aloud as he teleported to Sweet Feather Sanctuary.
He reappeared in the trees next to the small river and wooden bridge that went over it as he pulled out a pair of binocular goggles and peeked out from behind the leaves with just his head sticking out, immediately spotting Fluttershy crossing the wooden bridge with an unhappy expression. He knew he shouldn’t be spying on his friend like this, but curiosity got the better of him and he couldn’t bring himself to stop. Thankfully, neither Fluttershy or the animals saw him.
“Anybody know where that useless list of Fluttershy’s chores is?” she asked in a mean tone as all the animals turned to look at her.
Discord raised an eyebrow. ‘Useless list? And since when did she speak in the first person?’
He watched the yellow Pegasus continue to walk with a scowl until a familiar voice caused her to stop with slightly dilated pupils.
“Hey, Fluttershy!”
She looked up onto the tree where the voice came from to see Dr. Fauna smiling down at her with Smokey, Softpad, and Smokey jr. next to her. “I was starting to wonder if you’d make it back.”
“Fluttershy! Oh, yeah, uh, that’s me. Definitely Fluttershy, uh, hundred percent.” the yellow Pegasus confirmed.
Dr. Fauna and the three racoons next to her looked at each other with confused expressions as she turned back. “Okay?”
“See how ‘shy’ I am?” Fluttershy turned away with a forced cute look of shyness with a smile to match.
Discord looked at her through his binocular goggles with even more confusion. His number 1 friend never confirmed herself like that, not even with fake shyness just to prove it. She didn’t even need to do that anyway. Just what was going on with this pony?
“I talk to animals, I wanna marry Discord.”
Wait, WHAT?!
Discord stared at her with the biggest amount of shock he’d ever felt in his entire life as he slowly pulled back behind the leaves and removed the binocular goggles from his eyes, which were dinner plate wide as he processed what he just saw.
Fluttershy entered the animal sanctuary and asked where her list of ‘useless’ chores is in the first person, she confirmed her identity to Dr. Fauna with fake confidence and acted being shy, and to top it all off, she said that she wanted to marry him. HIM! The legendary spirit of chaos and disharmony!
‘Fluttershy wants to marry ME?’ Discord thought as he pulled out a q-tip and cleaned his ears. “Perhaps I misheard her.”
He summoned a television screen and a pair of headphones as he picked up the remote and turned on the flat screen. He summoned a pear of 3D glasses and put them on as he put on the headphones and pressed play on the TV remote. He pressed the right arrow button and skipped past the things he just saw ever since coming into this tree up until the part where Fluttershy turned away cutely with a smile and pressed play.
“I talk to animals, I wanna marry Discord.”
He pressed the left arrow button and rewound a few seconds back to her cute turn away.
“I talk to animals, I wanna marry Discord.”
He rewound the video feed the same amount of time as the previous attempt as he pressed the record button.
“I talk to animals, I wanna marry Discord.”
The Draconequus pressed pause on his remote as pressed play on his recording and set it to repeat, listening closely.
“I talk to animals, I wanna marry Discord. I talk to animals, I wanna marry Discord. I talk to animals, I wanna marry Discord. I talk to animals, I wanna marry Discord. I talk to animals, I wanna marry Discord. I talk to animals, I wanna marry Discord.”
Discord then set the recording to the 4 words that captured his attention and set it to repeat.
“I wanna marry Discord, I wanna marry Discord, I wanna marry Discord, I wanna marry Discord, I wanna marry Discord, I wanna marry Discord, I wanna marry Discord, I wanna marry Discord.”
He made his television screen, headphones, and 3D glasses disappear in a flash of light as he began to process the information given to him.
Fluttershy wants to marry him.
The fact that she openly confessed this with no embarrassment or shyness at all was quite the bombshell. No one had ever wanted to marry him before, and he was now feeling mixed emotions over the breaking news.
He was conflicted between shouting in joy and sharing the news to the entire world starting with the MANE 6 and the 3 princesses, laughing at how utterly ridiculous and hilarious this was, or just letting his jaw drop deep below the earth’s crust.
Yet here Discord sat, filled with nothing with the largest amount of shock and confusion he’d ever felt. “What in the name of Scorpan is going on with Fluttershy?” he muttered under his breath as he put back on his binocular goggles and stuck his head out from behind the leaves.
“Your list is over there.” Dr. Fauna pointed to the said list as Fluttershy turned to look at it, which coincidentally happened to be nailed into the tree where the Lord of Chaos was spying on her from within the leaves up in the treetops.
“Ah yeah, there’s my dull list of chores that I will absolutely not rush to because I definitely do not have better things to do.” the yellow Pegasus said sarcastically as she stalked over to it with another scowl.
Discord peered down at her as she made her way towards his hiding spot and pulled back inside the leaves. ‘Now’s my chance to see what’s going on.’ he thought as he made his binocular goggles disappear and teleported from his hiding spot.
He reappeared in front of Fluttershy as she jumped with a small scream. “Hello, Fluttershy!” Discord said cheerfully as he scooped her up into his arms and gently squeezed her. “It’s so good to see you, my dear.”
Unbeknownst to the Draconequus, ‘Fluttershy’ was really Angel inside of his caretaker's body. While the Pegasus-turned bunny wanted to reel back in disgust and insult the Lord of Chaos, he knew that it would only reveal his true identity.
Wrapping his forelegs around Discord’s chest, Angel/Fluttershy forced a smile upon his features. “Hi, Discord. It’s so good to see you.” he said, making his female voice as sweet and happy as possible.
The trick worked as Discord squeezed the yellow Pegasus for a second before placing her back on the ground. “Now, I’m sure you’re wondering why I’m here,” he said. “But rest assured, it’s for a very good reason.”
“Well, I am pretty curious.” Angel/Fluttershy said as he made his expression into one of curiosity.
“To answer your question, I wish to treat you to a picnic.” Discord replied. “However, I can see that you’re busy here in your sanctuary, so I understand if you’re not available today.”
“Sorry Discord, but you’re right. I’m too busy to have a picnic today.” Angel/Fluttershy said with fake disappointment as he gave the Draconequus an adorably sad look. “Maybe we can hang out together tomorrow.”
“Perhaps. I am free if you’re wondering.”
“I think a picnic tomorrow sounds like a lovely idea.” the Pegasus-turned bunny smiled at him before an idea struck him. Throughout all of Discord’s visits to Fluttershy’s cottage, he could very well see that the chaos spirit was an absolute sucker for the yellow Pegasus, similar to how happy she is every time she sees him. Perhaps he should have a little fun with him.
“Well then, you got yourself a day out with your best friend in the world.” Discord grinned down at Fluttershy before bowing. “Adieu, my dear.”
“Wait.”
Before he could snap his fingers and teleport back to his dimension, Fluttershy jumped onto him and wrapped her forelegs around his chest, nearly knocking him down as she gazed up at him with a sweet smile. “Don’t go yet, you just got here.”
Discord looked down at her for a moment before slowly wrapping his arms around her body, noticing how every single animal in the sanctuary was watching them, including Dr. Fauna.
He snapped his tail tuft and teleported them to a more isolated part of the animal sanctuary.
“Thank you.” the Pegasus-turned bunny smiled at him as she nuzzled into his neck, causing an odd feeling to radiate from within Discord’s body.
“My my, what’s gotten you so happy, Fluttershy?” he asked. “I never knew you to nuzzle me like that, not that it’s a bad thing.”
“It’s because I missed you.” Angel/Fluttershy said as he smiled warmly at him. “It’s been far too long since we last saw each other.”
“We saw each other on Tuesday for our tea party, remember?”
“Oh, y-yes. Sorry, I forgot.” the yellow Pegasus grinned sheepishly, causing the Lord of Chaos to give him a confused look. “But anyway, I missed you. I missed hearing your voice and feeling you against me, and I really love it when you make me laugh.”
Discord remained silent, curious to see where this was going.
“Discord? There’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you for a while.” Angel/Fluttershy said as he turned away shyly.
“What is it?” he softly asked.
“I…I…I love you.”
For the second time that day, he was left speechless. He opened his mouth to say something, only for nothing to come out. ‘She…she loves me?!’
That’s when it all made sense. Throughout their entire friendship, Discord noticed how Fluttershy became more comfortable around his presence and became happier when his visits became more frequent. Despite all the mistakes he made, the Element of Kindness always found it within her to forgive him and give him more chances.
“I know this sounds like a joke, but I really do have feelings for you.” Angel/Fluttershy snapped him out of his thoughts as he looked to see him gazing at him lovingly.
“You…you do?” Discord asked shakily, still in disbelief.
“Mmm-hmm. I love you.”
The Draconequus felt a smile pull at his mouth as he cleared his throat. “Well I uh, I am one of a kind after all, though I never expected you of all ponies to have feelings for me.”
Angel/Fluttershy placed a loving kiss on his cheek, causing his heart to skip a beat. “Well I do.” he stated confidently. “I love you, Discord. I love you with all my heart.”
“Well…I…l-love you too.” Discord murmured shyly with a bashful smile, feeling as if his heart was melting within his chest.
The yellow Pegasus smiled lovingly at him before an idea formulated in the Pegasus-turned bunny’s head. He was going to regret it immensely, but if it meant messing with his caretaker’s chaotic friend, then so be it.
“Well, now that we’re alone…” Angel/Fluttershy said, making his female voice seductive as he began to pepper Discord’s face with kisses, fighting the urge to gag.
“Fluttershy…” Discord spoke up as he pulled his head away from her, still holding him in his arms. “Now isn’t the time to do such a thing. Plus, we aren’t even married.”
“We will be in the future.” the yellow Pegasus purred as she reached up and successfully planted a kiss on his chin. “Besides, what’s wrong with a little love?”
“Nothing’s wrong, but now isn’t the time and place for such things. Besides, don’t you have to get started with your list of chores?”
“Oh they can wait.” Angel/Fluttershy shrugged nonchalantly.
“But-”
He was cut off as she pecked him on the lips, giving him the cutest look he’d ever seen her make, granted the only one before she resumed her loving look. “Whatever my chores are can wait.”
“Flutter…”
His voice trailed off as he felt her tongue slowly slide up the left side of his long gray neck, causing a shiver to go run down his spine as her tongue reached below his ear. She lightly nipped it, causing the Draconequus to jump before peppering his face with more kisses.
“It…smooch…can…smooch…wait.”
Not taking no for an answer, Angel/Fluttershy pressed his/her lips against Discord’s as he fought with all his strength to not give in. he was a master with self control when it came to his emotions (most of the time) and used all his will power against the new found desire for his friend, but her lips were so delicious, and it was making it harder for him to resist.
Fluttershy pulled away and lightly stroked Discord’s chin with a seductive look as he felt a low rumble sound emit from his throat.
He was fighting the urge to purr.
“Don’t you see? There’s nothing wrong with a little love.” the yellow Pegasus murmured in a sultry tone. “So go ahead, love me. I won’t mind.”
Feeling all his strength failed him, Discord pressed his lips against hers as they shared a passionate kiss. He moved forward until her back was against a tree as they moaned against each other's lips and closed their eyes, blushing passionately.
He slipped his snake-like tongue through his lips and licked hers in permission, causing her to open her mouth a fraction and allow his tongue to slip inside her mouth and rub against her own tongue. They both let out low moans as they pulled each other closer, deepening the kiss.
It was becoming harder and harder for Angel to not push away the Draconequus in disgust and throw up, but he had to admit; Discord’s lips did feel good against Fluttershy’s, and he had no idea he was such a skilled kisser. If they kept this love making up, they could…they could…
No longer taking it, Angel shoved Discord away and fell to the ground as the Draconequus stumbled back before righting himself, snapping out of his daze. He looked to see his favorite pony in the world glaring at him fiercely.
“Why did you do that?!” Angel/Fluttershy demanded, not at all bothering to hide the hatred and disgust in his female Pegasus voice.
“Fluttershy?” Discord looked at her with confusion and concern. “What’s wrong?”
“You, that’s what! You kissed me!”
“Only because you made me.” the Draconequus argued. “And you even seemed to enjoy it.”
Feeling a wave of disgust overcome him, Angel ran to the nearest bush and released all the vomit he held back. Discord watched it with even more confusion. Why would Fluttershy suddenly want to make love to him only to force him away from her with anger and disgust.
After releasing one last wave of vomit, the yellow Pegasus turned back to him with a hateful glare, further confusing him. “Don’t ever do that ever again.” she said coldly.
“What?” Discord uttered with confusion, hurt mixing into his voice. “But I thought you loved that kiss.”
“Loved it? Loved it?” Fluttershy bursted into laughter and collapsed onto the ground, but these weren’t her cute and sweet giggles, this was a mean laugh mixed with cruel amusement. “I didn’t love that kiss, and I don’t love you!”
The Draconequus felt a stab at his heart. “But…you said that you love me.”
“I lied.” the yellow Pegasus said bluntly as she stood up and faced him. “I never loved you, and Fluttershy would never love a bitch like you.”
Discord froze. There she goes again, speaking in the first person, and not only that, but she called him the ‘B’ word. While it did hurt to receive such a comment, it caused another huge wave of confusion. What was wrong with this pony? It was as if she wasn’t Fluttershy herself.
Wait a minute.
He stared down at his friend as he began to contemplate the way Fluttershy was behaving ever since returning from who knows where else. She didn’t sound soft nor her usual self, she never acted like she was shy and openly admitted to wanting to marry the spirit of chaos. Not only that, but she never made love to any male, nor mare, in her animal sanctuary.
That’s when the answer spoke out to him.
Discord glared at the so-called Fluttershy as he leaned down to her eye level. “You’re not Fluttershy.’ he growled. “Who are you?”
Angel/Fluttershy smirked at the Draconequus. “Figure it out yourself, Dishrag.”
‘Dishrag? Who on earth would call me Dishrag?’ Discord thought. ‘The only one who’d call me that besides Rainbow Dash would be…’
Realization hit him. “Angel?”
Seeing his cover blown, the Pegasus-turned bunny shot the Draconequus another smirk. “Took you long enough to figure that out.”
“What are you doing in Fluttershy’s body, and where is she?” Discord demanded.
“Heck if I should know. Zecora gave us a potion that made us switch bodies.”
“But where is Fluttershy?” the Draconequus repeated. “If you stitched bodies like you claim, then you have to know where she went.”
“I didn’t see her.” Angel shrugged as if he didn’t care. “She’s probably experienced what I did when I was still a bunny. Maybe now she’ll understand me better.”
“Understand you better? What are you talking about?”
“If you find Fluttershy and switch us back she’ll explain it better. Oh, and by the way, did you like that kiss?” the Pegasus-turned bunny fluttered his female eyelashes.
Discord felt a blush of anger, embarrassment, and disgust heat his face as he huffed out a small cloud of smoke and glared at the troublemaker. It took all his willpower to not grab Angel by the neck and squeeze it tightly. “I’m going to go and find Fluttershy.”
“Sure, go on. What’s stopping you?”
“Nothing.” The Draconequus leaned close to Angel’s pony ear. “But let me go ahead and warn you.” he spoke in a low and dangerous tone. “If anything bad happens to Fluttershy, I’ll make my rule over Equestria seem like child's play compared to the punishment I’ll have in store for you. Got it?”
Angel gulped with a nod, knowing full well that a powerful being like Discord could do anything if you got on his bad side.
“Good.” Discord nodded. “I’ll be right back, but stay here.”
And with that, he disappeared in a flash of light as Angel let out an annoyed sigh. “Oh how I hate him.”
Discord reappeared in the air and put on his binocular goggles as he searched the ground for Fluttershy, or at least a distressed white bunny. His gaze soon turned to a nearby pathway as he spotted a white bunny trying to communicate with Princess Twilight Sparkle and Spike.
‘Target located.’
He teleported down to his targeted location as Twilight, Spike, and the white bunny he assumed to be Fluttershy jumped a little at his sudden appearance. “Hello, my friends. I’m terribly sorry for the intrusion but it seems that Angel here has strayed far from the animal sanctuary.” he said as he scooped the small lagomorph into his hands. “So, ta ta!”
He disappeared in a flash of light as the Princess of Friendship and her number 1 assistant shared confused looks before shrugging and going about their business.
Discord, Angel, and Fluttershy all appeared inside her cottage with Angel and Fluttershy sitting on the couch and the Lord of Chaos standing in front of them.
“Before we move any further, let’s go ahead and switch you both back to your normal selves.” the Draconequus said as he summoned a magic wand and made it glow, pointing it at the pair as they suddenly found themselves being rushed back into their respective bodies.
“No need to thank me.” Discord said as he made his wand disappear. “Before I forget…”
He scooped Fluttershy up into his arms and hugged her, happy that she was back as herself. “It’s good to see you, Fluttershy.”
“It’s…good to see you too.” The yellow Pegasus mare smiled as she hugged him back before sitting back down on the couch. “ But why did you switch me and Angel back to ourselves?”
“Which brings me to my question.” Discord said in response as he summoned a chair, notepad and quill, and a pair of glasses on his face. “Why did you both switch bodies?”
“Well, me and Angel were getting frustrated with each other.” Fluttershy explained. “He’s constantly trying to get my attention whenever he feels like it. Whenever I'm busy with the chores at the animal sanctuary or grading homework and assignments at the School of Friendship, he interrupts me and always says that I don’t give him enough attention. It makes me think he doesn’t care about how important my tasks are.”
“Mmm-hmm.” Discord hummed as he wrote down her. “Anything else?”
“Angel can get really picky with what he wants to eat, and he’s really demanding and impatient when he’s hungry.”
“Big surprise.” the Draconequus muttered under his breath with an eye roll.
“What was that?”
“Nothing!” he grinned innocently before returning to his psychological look. “Is that all, my dear?”
“Yes.” Fluttershy replied as he nodded and stopped writing.
“Alright, and what about you, Angel?” Discord turned to the white lagomorph. “What is it that you want Fluttershy to understand?”
Angel turned away with a huff as he folded his arms together. He squeaked, “I don’t wanna talk about it.”
“Really? Not in the slightest?”
He turned around with surprise. “You can understand what I’m saying?’
“Of course I can.” Discord replied bluntly. “I am the master of all things impossible after all, and understanding the many different animal languages across Equestria is one of them.”
“Wow, I didn’t realize that before.” Fluttershy said with amazement.
“Well I am full of surprises.” the Draconequus boasted before returning to the task at hoof. “So, Angel. What’s been on your mind to make you switch bodies?”
“Well, since you asked, I’m sick of Fluttershy always taking so long to do what I want.” Angel replied. “She’s too busy to even give me the attention I want. Plus, she’s always babying me.”
“I don’t baby you, Angel.” Fluttershy argued. “And we’ve talked about this; my tasks can’t wait, and you should really learn to be more patient.”
“But I don’t wanna wait.” he glared at her. “Even though you’ve been in my body for a little bit, you still clearly don’t know what it’s like to be a bunny.”
The yellow Pegasus glared back with frustration. “And you still have no idea how busy I am, young man.”
Discord watched the two of them. While it was rather entertaining to see them quarreling like siblings, he knew he had to do something to get them to understand each other. Perhaps having them in their opposite bodies was a better idea after all.
‘Wait a minute…’
He cleared his throat and got Fluttershy and Angel's attention as they turned to look at him. “If I may, I have a solution that’ll help you.”
“What is it?” Fluttershy asked.
“You both should go back into your opposite bodies.”
Both the yellow Pegasus and her pet bunny raised a brow at him.
“Think about it.” Discord held up his paw, pausing them from any kind of questions they were going to ask. “Zecora gave you that potion to swap bodies so that you could understand each other, right?”
They both nodded.
“Well, I think you both should spend the rest of the day as your opposite selves. That way, you both can gain an even bigger understanding towards each other.” he explained. “I mean, you both had a small glimpse, and I highly doubt it was good enough for you both to come to an understanding.”
Angel and Fluttershy turned to each other. “I…guess it wouldn’t hurt to continue being a bunny.” the yellow Pegasus said.
“And being a Pegasus could have some advantages.” Angel squeaked.
“Well, alright then.” Discord made his glasses and notepad disappear. “Are you both ready to be in your opposite bodies?”
Fluttershy and Angel looked at each other for a moment before nodding. “We’re ready.”
Discord snapped his fingers as a bright light illuminated the duo on the couch. Once the light subsided, they looked to see that they were once again in each other’s opposite bodies.
“The spell will wear off once you finally know what it’s like to be your opposite selves.” Discord explained. “No go on, the day won’t last forever.”
“Yeah, let's get this over with.” Angel said as he rose to his hooves and marched out the front door boldly.
Fluttershy looked up at Discord with a nervous look.
“Don’t worry, my dear.” he smiled at her. “You’ll be fine, and if a predator tries to eat you, they’ll have to answer to me.”
The bunny-turned Pegasus hesitated for a moment before hopping outside, giving Discord a smile as she went off.
Discord summoned a watch and looked at it. It was a few minutes past 9:00 pm and Fluttershy and Angel had yet to return. The Draconequus had been laying down on the couch all afternoon patiently, dozing off a couple times. Despite feeling extremely bored, he stayed strong in hopes that Fluttershy and Angel would return.
His ears perked up when he heard the front door open as he turned to see none other than Fluttershy and Angel. From the looks of it, they looked as if they’d suffered the hardest day of their entire lives. Fluttershy’s mane and tail had several small twigs and leaves in them and there were scratches along her legs. Her eyes were half lidded and there were bags underneath her eyelids. She carried Angel, who was fast asleep against her chest in her foreleg.
“Ah, I see that you’ve returned, Fluttershy,” said Discord softly. “How did today go?”
“It was exhausting,” the yellow Pegasus groaned as she took a seat on the couch next to him. “I got chased by several predators and nopony could understand me when I tried to talk to them. I got lost on my way back to the animal sanctuary, but I managed to get there. But when I did…”
Discord nodded. ‘I really should’ve put a warning spell on her.’
“Oh Angel, he messed up more than half of the chores.” Fluttershy continued, looking at her sleeping pet. “He was supposed to give Purry the cat her bath, but he just threw her into the pond, causing her to attack him. When he was supposed to give Harry a massage, he accidentally squeezed his muscles too tightly. Let’s just say Harry didn’t take that too well.”
“So, to sum it up, Angel was the worst animal caretaker you’ve ever seen.” Discord concluded.
“Well, I wouldn’t say the worst.”
“You don’t have to hide it, my dear. I know you too well to see that you’re too kind hearted to tell the harsh truth.”
Fluttershy looked away for a moment before nodding. “You’re right. It took me and Dr. Fauna all day to redo everything that was messed up, but we finished without incident.”
“That’s good.” Discord commented. “And I assume you both understand each other now?”
“Yes, and we even promised to always talk about our problems.” she nodded as she scooted closer to him and leaned against his side with an exhausted sigh.
The Draconequus smiled at her and draped his arm around her shoulder as she nuzzled into his side with a small smile. He felt a tug at his heart as his smile fell. Now was his chance to talk to her about what he experienced earlier this afternoon.
“Fluttershy? Can we talk…In private?” he asked hesitantly.
She looked up at him. “Well…sure. Just let me go and put Angel to bed and wash up and I’ll be back down.”
Discord nodded as she stood up and carried her pet bunny upstairs. He then heard the gentle closing of a door followed by the opening and closing of another door as he waited patiently. After several minutes, he heard the bathroom door open and close as Fluttershy descended down the staircase, no longer dirty from the work at the animal sanctuary.
‘Hm, she smells nice.’ he thought as she went up to the couch and sat down next to him.
“What is it you want to talk about?” Fluttershy asked as she looked up at him.
“Well…” Discord hesitated. This is where things got hard. How would she react when she learned about the way Angel behaved? Should he lie, or be openly honest about his experience earlier this afternoon?
“Tell me.” The yellow Pegasus took his lion paw into her hooves as she gently stroked it. “Tell me what happened.” she spoke in a soft and gentle tone.
The Draconequus felt an odd sense of comfort and warmth from her motherly comfort as he let out a sigh. “Earlier this afternoon when I popped in to visit you, I saw that you weren’t acting like yourself, completely oblivious to the fact that it was Angel in your body.”
He paused as he noticed that Fluttershy was still holding his paw and not saying anything, patiently waiting for him to continue.
“While he was pretending to be you, he said something very bizarre.”
“What was it?” Fluttershy asked.
The Draconequus hesitated for a second. “He said that you want to marry me.”
Her eyes widened. “What?!” she nearly screamed as her hooves flew to her mouth, hoping she didn’t wake any of the sleeping animals in her cottage. Thankfully, not a single soul awoke from their lumber.
“Angel said that you want to marry me.” Discord repeated softly. “And if you don’t believe me, check this out.”
He snapped his fingers as a small television screen materialized and floated in front of Fluttershy. It began to play a video as she watched it intently.
“I talk to animals, I wanna marry Discord.”
The video paused as the yellow Pegasus felt a blush coat her cheeks
“That’s not the only thing your so-called ‘Angel’ did today.” Discord spoke up as he fast-forwarded the paused video to when he and the Pegasus-turned bunny were alone in a secluded part of Sweet Feather Sanctuary. He pressed the resume button on a remote he randomly summoned as Fluttershy watched it, afraid where this was going.
Her blush soon spread across her face as she watched Angel and Discord kiss each other passionately.
Out of all the things Angel had done, this was by far the most appalling thing he’d ever done since she took him into her care. Not only did he toy with Discord’s emotions, but he forced himself upon the chaos lord.
“Oh…my.” Fluttershy uttered as the video screen paused the video and disappeared into thin air.
“I know, this was quite the experience.” Discord agreed. “I mean, we both know you don’t want to marry me, let alone attracted to Draconequui.” he hesitated for a moment when he noticed his number one friend turn away. “Right, Fluttershy?”
She continued to avoid eye contact with him as she felt another blush coat her cheeks. What could she say? Should she say that she does want to marry him? That she does have feelings for him? Even if she did tell him the truth, he would reject her, especially after being toyed.
She felt a claw gently turn her head towards him as he looked at her with concern. “Is everything alright, Fluttershy?” he asked softly.
Fluttershy hesitated for a moment before gulping. “Discord? There’s something that I’ve been meaning to tell you.”
‘Uh oh.’ he thought nervously. Was this deja vu?
“I...I…I…I have feelings for you!” she quickly blurted out as Discord froze.
‘Please tell me this is a joke.’ he thought. Usually he was the one who joked around, not when he was the joke.
“I have feelings for you, Discord.” Fluttershy repeated. “I hadn't realized it until you faked getting hurt from King Sombra’s magical blast. Throughout all the time we’ve spent together, you’ve been nothing but the sweetest being I’ve ever met. You make me your 1st priority every time and never fail at making me laugh or feel happy.”
Discord looked at her with bewilderment. ‘Is it true? Is she really in love with me?’
She paused for a moment before continuing. “I know you make a lot of mistakes, but nopony's perfect. But to me, you’re perfect in my eyes.” she smiled warmly at him.
“I…I am?” he uttered quietly.
“Mmm-hmm.” Fluttershy nodded. “It doesn’t matter how many bad things you’ll do, you’ll always have a place in my heart.”
Discord felt tears forming at the back of his eyes. ‘Is this how sappy you ponies are?’
“I love you, Discord.” The yellow Pegasus wrapped her forelegs around him as she nuzzled into his fur.
The Draconequus felt a lump form in his throat as he reluctantly wrapped his arms around her and pulled her up to his chest. “No one has ever loved me before.” he murmured as he inhaled her sweet flowy scent.
Fluttershy surprised him by pulling away and kissing his left cheek. “Well I do. And when you’re ready, we can get married and spend the rest of our lives in your dimension.”
Discord looked at her with surprise. “You want to live with me once we’re wedded, in my realm?”
“I do.” she replied honestly. “Don’t get me wrong, though. I love my cottage, but I like your home because it’s so fun and exciting there. We can have all the fun we want there and do any impossible thing together.”
“Do you really want to do all that with me?”
“I do.” she smiled warmly at him as he suddenly found himself smiling back. For the longest of moments, they smiled warmly at each other. Nothing else seemed to exist except for each other, and no one else seemed to exist.
They slowly began to lean towards each other, completely oblivious to how close they were getting to each other’s faces. Discord realized what was going on as he pulled up and cleared his throat, feeling a blush coat his cheeks. A rare sight for an all powerful being of chaos. Fluttershy also realized what was going on and avoided eye contact with him with a blush of her own.
They both looked away from each other with shy smiles as the Draconequus cleared his throat. “Well then, I should probably be going.” he said suddenly as he summoned a watch. “It’s getting quite late.”
“Y-yeah, you’re right.” Fluttershy nodded as she hid behind her mane for a second before wrapping her forelegs around his neck gently. “See you for our tea party.”
“I’ll see you then, and we can even have it at my place.” Discord smiled as he put her on the ground.
“I’d like that.”
He nodded in agreement. “Farewell for now.” he bowed before placing a kiss on her cheek and disappearing in a flash of light.
Fluttershy stood there, frozen in a trance as she began to process what just happened.
Discord, the legendary lord of chaos and the spirit of disharmony, had feelings for her. While he didn’t openly admit it, she could tell by the way he just treated her with that little kiss on her cheek. It wasn’t a mocking kiss, but one out of love.
He loved her.
A wide smile spread across her mouth as she silently squealed like a fangirl and pranced into the kitchen to prepare herself some dinner. ‘He loves me, he loves me, he loves me!’ she thought happily.
Meanwhile in the chaos dimension, Discord laid down on the top of his bed with his eagle claw on the cheek that Fluttershy kissed. He’d never been kissed before, and it felt so right to receive one, especially from a pretty mare like her.
‘I can’t believe she actually likes me,’ he thought. ‘And just think; in the future, we’ll be married and we’ll live happily ever after.’
The very thought caused his heart to flutter with happiness as he laid down on his back and let out a sigh, smiling lovingly as he imagined a future with the cutest mare in the history of Equestria. They could even start a family together and have a couple kids.
A frown formed on his mouth. ‘Why would she want to be with someone like me?’ he thought with newfound doubt and sadness. ‘Especially when there’s something that I’m hiding that’ll not only break her heart, but doom all of Equestria.’
Completely unknown to the ponies of Equestria, Discord was indeed doing something against them, and it had to do something to do with three certain villains working together to exact their revenge.
Five years later…
A long and royal white carriage flew through the evening sky of Equestria and entered a portal that led to the realm of Discord as it sailed through the gravity-free endlessness of insanity and landed on the piece of land that happened to be the home of the Lord of Chaos.
It landed in front of the front door as the door on the right side of the carriage opened, revealing none other than the spirit of disharmony himself wearing a suave white tuxedo and white top hat.
He held out his lion paw and assisted a certain yellow Pegasus out of the carriage before it disappeared in a flash of light. Smiling up at him was Discord’s newly wedded wife, Fluttershy.
She was by far the most beautiful bride he’d ever seen. Her stunning wedding dress made her look like a combination between a nature goddess and a princess. She wore white slippers on her hooves and her make-up was done up on one side, running down in a wavy and curly pattern with different kinds of white and pink flowers in it.
Her newly wedded husband scooped her up into his arms bridal style and carried into their home, where they will be spending the rest of their days together as he closed and locked the front door with his magic and teleported them into their bedroom, closing and locking it with every possible lock he could summon and even soundproof the room as he gently laid his bride onto their bed.
“Finally. Alone at last.” Discord murmured as he sat down next to her and smiled. “I can’t believe we’re finally married.”
“I can’t believe it either.” Fluttershy smiled back. “And to think, five years ago we confessed our feelings for each other.”
“I know, it’s been so long since then, and now we’re finally together. I still can’t believe you still love me even after my…ahem…mistake with Chrysalis, Tirek, and Cozy Glow.”
Fluttershy gave him a sympathetic smile as she sat up and placed a hoof on his lion paw. “Discord, you know I forgive you, right?”
“I know.” Discord sighed with a frown. “But the guilt won’t leave me. Perhaps the ponies of Equestria were right when they said I should’ve been turned to stone with them.”
“They weren’t and still aren’t. You don’t deserve to be locked away for a long time, especially when you’ve got me to help make things right.”
The Draconequus smiled slightly. “I guess you’re right, my love.” his smile disappeared as he lowered his ears with a sad look. “I’m still sorry though. I truly do regret every bad thing I’ve ever done.”
“It’s time to leave them in the past and move on.” Fluttershy spoke softly as she embraced her husband. He turned and wrapped his arms around her body as he took the time to enjoy the feeling of holding his beloved in his arms and inhaled her flowery scent.
He remembered all those years ago when he confessed to unifying Cozy Glow, Chrysalis, and Tirek. The memory of Fluttershy’s heartbreak was almost as clear as the mare in his arms right now, and he should’ve considered himself lucky when the princesses let him off the hook on condition he never set foot in Equestria for three years.
Discord still felt bad, but he knew Fluttershy was right. He had to move on, and let the past remain in the past.
“Discord?”
He pulled away and looked down to see his wife giving him a sympathetic look. “Is there anything I can do to make you feel better?”
“Well…” he thought for a moment. “How does a kiss sound?”
“That sounds fair.”
He leaned down and pressed his lips against hers as they closed their eyes with moans.
They wrapped their arms around each other’s bodies as the Draconequus laid down on his back. He felt a gentle hoof slowly caress his chin as he let out a low cat-like purr.
Fluttershy pulled away as she continued to stroke his chin with a smile. “I can tell you’re cheering up.”
Discord huffed. “No I’m not.” he forced a depressed look on his face. “See?”
The yellow pegasus tried to hide the giggles building within her, but failed miserably as she bursted into laughter.
“It’s not funny.” he glared at her.
“Yes it is.” Fluttershy giggled. “I know that stroking your chin makes you happy.”
“It does not. You’re just being overly imaginative.” Discord pouted as he sat up, knocking her off him as she laid on her back and giggled up at him.
“You don’t have to hide it. I know you’re trying not to smile.” Fluttershy said as she sat up and gave him a knowing look.
Her husband turned away with a huff as he pouted, feeling the corners of his mouth twitching. In an attempt to make it stop, he summoned a roll of duct tape and tore off a couple pieces as he tapped them to the corners of his mouth and pulled them down as far as he could, sticking the other ends of the tape pieces to his chin. “See? I’m not smiling.”
It only made her release another fit of giggles. “Oh Discord, you’re so funny when you’re stubborn.”
“What does that have to do with me smiling?” he asked with a raised eyebrow, feeling the corners of his mouth fighting against the duct tape.
“Well, for one thing, you do want to smile. You’re just too embarrassed.” Fluttershy replied once her giggles began to die down.
“I’m not embarrassed, and I don’t want to smile at the moment.” Discord said defiantly as he tore off the pieces of duct tape and made them disappear. “Besides, what can you do to make me smile?”
“Oh, I don’t know.” his wife reached behind her and tore off a feather from her left wing.
“Don’t even think about it.” the Draconequus said in a warning tone. “I’ll make you sleep on the couch tonight.”
“Would you really do that to your wife?” Fluttershy asked innocently as she gave him a cute look. “If you do, you’ll have no one to sleep with on your 1st night as a husband. Plus you won’t have anyone to comfort you whenever you need it.” She stood up and got off the bed as she made her way towards the bedroom door. “But if that’s what you want, I completely understand.”
Discord felt his eye twitch. This pony was so irresistible, and above all she knew him more well than anypony.
He snapped his fingers and teleported her back on the bed. “Fine, you’re off the hook.”
“Good.” Fluttershy smiled triumphantly as she picked up her feather and gave her husband a mischievous look. “And this time, I’m gonna make sure you smile, and you won’t do a single thing to resist me?”
“Resist wha-”
Discord couldn’t even finish his sentence as his wife jumped at him and knocked him onto his back with her pinning him to the bed. He suddenly began to feel her feather tickle his neck as he began to hold back snickers, feeling the corners of his mouth curling up.
Fluttershy pulled away and smirked at him. “Are you smiling now?”
“No.” he replied instantly. “You can’t make me, even if you tickled my tummy.”
“Really?”
Discord regretted his words as the yellow Pegasus scooted back and began to unbutton his tuxedo. “Fluttershy, I know we’re married, but don’t you think you’re rushing just a little bit?” he said with uncertainty.
She was halfway through unbuttoning when she heard her husband voice his concern. She surprised him with a seductive smile. “Oh, I don’t think it’s too early at all.”
“Um…really?”
Fluttershy shook her head. “Now that we’re married, we can do whatever we want together. Besides…” she gave him a sultry look. “I know you want to see me without my dress on.”
A blush coated his cheeks as she giggled at him. Where on earth did the Element of Kindness learn to talk like that?
Noticing his distraction, she continued to unbutton his groom tuxedo until his chest was bare. She leaned down and began to wriggle the feather against his stomach, causing the Lord of Chaos to fight the urge to burst into laughter with a smile. It was too hard, and the ticking wasn’t helping either.
Finally, after a few more minutes of keeping his mouth shut, Discord bursted into laughter as he tried to free himself from his wife. “N-nohoho, pleahese! Stohop, stop!”
Despite knowing that he was laughing with a smile, she had to get the wall of denial to finally crumble. Fluttershy pulled away, much to his relief, only to grin playfully at him and lower her wings onto his tummy and continued the tickle torture.
Discord’s laughter became hysterical as he wriggled with all his might from her grip, succeeding after two failed attempts as he swiftly pinned his wife to the bed, not even caring that his top hat fell off his head and onto the floor. “Oh, you shouldn't have done that, you naughty little pony.”
Fluttershy tried to move out of the way as quickly as her muscles could allow, but failed miserably as her husband pinned her to the bed tightly and began to wriggle his lion fingers and eagle talons along her belly.
She bursted into laughter and fought against his strong grip. “Discord, I’m sorry!” she said in between laughs. “I won’t tickle you like that again! Just please, stop please!”
“Stop?” Discord said innocently. “But I’m just beginning to enjoy this.”
He extended his snake tail from around him and began to use his tail tuft to increase the torture, causing his wife to scream with laughter and fight harder against him.
“Discord…I can’t breathe…please, stop…” Fluttershy gasped.
“Oh alright.” Discord groaned playfully as he stopped his revenge, allowing her to take in shaky deep breaths. “But let this be a warning, my dear. If you tickle me I’ll get you back.”
Despite being out of breath, Fluttershy let out a shaky giggle. “I understand.”
“Good.” he smiled with satisfaction as he took off his tuxedo. “Finally. I thought I'd never be rid of that itchy thing.”
To prove his point, he began to scratch himself as he ran his lion and eagle claws all over his body, even using his lizard foot to scratch his lower half like a dog. He soon finished his scratching fit as he laid down next to his wife.
“I’m glad that you feel better.” she smiled at him.
“As am I, and I rather like being happy if I do say so myself.” the Draconequus agreed as he pulled Fluttershy towards him and hugged her against his chest. “I’m rather glad that we’re finally together.”
“Why’s that?” she asked him as she looked up at him.
“Well, for one thing, who could resist a mare like you? You’re cute, kind, beautiful, and really caring to those around you. Heck, I’d say you’d be a better ruler than Twilight.”
“Really? Do you really mean that?” Fluttershy asked with a small blush.
“I really do.” Discord replied honestly before giving her a seductive look. “And who knows? Maybe you’re even better when we’re in bed together.”
He raised his eyebrows at her suggestively as she widened her eyes with a blush. “Wait.” she said as she sat up. “Don’t you think this is a little too sudden?”
Discord chuckled. She was acting like him now. “Not at all. We are married after all.”
She realized that he was right as she let out a sigh and smiled at him. “Oh, why not?” She gave him a seductive look. “But don’t think you’re gonna take it easy on me because I’m smaller than you.”
“Fluttershy, I’ll let you do all the kissing even if I’m a slobbery mess.” her husband grinned at her before lowering his voice. “So come closer, my love. I want you to prove to me just how much you love me.”
The yellow Pegasus thought for a moment before nodding at him. “Alright, but I won’t be gentle.” she spoke in a low husky tone as she scooted up to his neck and slowly licked it all the way up to his cheek.
“Fluttershy…” Discord sighed as a shudder traveled down his spine.
She pecked him on his other cheek and nipped him on the ear, causing him to jump as she peppered his face with kisses before kissing down his neck. Once she reached his chest, she scooted back up to her husband's eye level and gave him a wink as she closed the distance between them and pressed her lips against his with a moan, causing him to close his eyes as they shared a passionate kiss.
They wrapped their arms around each other and pulled each other closer as they deepened the kiss with reddened cheeks. Fluttershy slipped her tongue through her lips and slid it into his mouth as it found the serpent-like tongue of her husband. They both let out low moans as the Draconequus helped her out of her wedding dress, taking the time to enjoy the feeling of her fur against him as he made sure to leave her white slippers on. For some odd reason she looked rather sexy with just her shoes on and her hair like the way it currently was.
Once she was completely bare, Fluttershy pulled Discord closer to her and deepened the kiss further as they let out more moans and flushed a deeper shade of red. The Lord of Chaos loosened his hold on his wife and slowly but gently ran his hands around her body as she let out a moan of pleasure. She felt his eagle claw slowly inch down her back and towards her hind quarters as she pulled away from the kiss and gave her husband a devilish smile.
“My my,” she said in a low tone. “Just where is that claw of yours going?”
“Oh, um…n-nowhere.” Discord replied nervously. “Sorry. I just thought-”
He was cut off by a pack to the lips as Fluttershy gave him the most seductive look she could muster, which in his opinion was her best look so far this evening.
“I never said that you had to stop.” she said as she lightly stroked his cheek with her hoof. “In fact, I really love to do what you want us to do.”
“You do?” her husband asked in surprise. “Do you really want to…well…it?”
“Mmm-hmm.” Fluttershy replied. “Now that we’re married, you can do whatever you want with me, just like I can do whatever I want with you.” She ended that last part with a sultry smile and raised her butt into the air as she swayed it from side-to-side and fluttered her eyelashes at him. “So go ahead, take me. I won’t mind.”
Discord let out a groan. Whatever self control he had shattered in an instant. This mare was just too darn cute and attractive to resist. “Oh Fluttershy…” he moaned and pulled her towards him and pressed their lips together. They got lost in a fit of passion as they made love for the very first time.
Fluttershy and Discord laid next to each other as the Draconequus held her in his arms like a teddy bear. She nuzzled into his fur with a content sigh as she smiled to herself.
“Hey Flutters?” her husband softly murmured as she looked up at him.
“Yes?” she smiled at him.
“Are you sure you still want to be by my side? We won't last forever because…well…”
His smile fell as a look of grief formed on his face. He felt a soft hoof caress his cheek as he looked down to see his wife smiling at him.
“Discord, I won’t be around forever, but I’ll do everything in my power to make you as happy as possible.”
“Really? Do you really mean that?” he asked.
“I do,” the yellow Pegasus smiled sweetly at him. “I meant it when we said our vows, and I still mean it now.” she pecked him on the cheek. “I love you, Discord. I love you with all of my heart.”
He fought against the tears threatening to form in the corners of his eyes as Fluttershy pressed her lips against his, causing him to return the pressure as they closed their eyes and let out loving moans.
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Twilight keeps hearing strange noises echoing from her son's room. Yet every time she snoopy inside, she finds him just reading a book or playing games, never making those strange noises when she can see. Stranger yet, his blanket has a odd smell...
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<p>Twilight keeps hearing strange noises echoing from her son's room. Yet every time she snoopy inside, she finds him just reading a book or playing games, never making those strange noises when she can see. Stranger yet, his blanket has an odd smell... and it giggles.</p><p>The first chapter is mostly comedy with a little bit of explicit. I tried to push the idea on for as long as I could but it kept falling apart very fast. Still very funny, but not as explicit as I expected to turn out. As for the other two chapters... <span class="spoiler">the next two chapters are full on porn and the two get revenge of mommy dearest</span></p><p>Chapter 1: Monday<br/>Chapter 2 Tuesday<br/>Chapter 3: Thursday</p><p>Warning: <span class="spoiler">Blanket masturbation</span>, <span class="spoiler">Lover can shapeshift into ANYTHING</span>, <span class="spoiler">Hiding disgusting fun behind Mommy's back fetish</span>, <span class="spoiler">That's not a dildo</span>, <span class="spoiler">Too realistic to be a dildo worship</span>, <span class="spoiler">Threesome</span>, <span class="spoiler">Incest</span>, <span class="spoiler">Mindbreak</span>, <span class="spoiler">DP</span>, <span class="spoiler">Double Creampie</span>,</p>
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It was a somewhat quiet evening within the Castle of Friendship. Despite this, it was also a rather odd sight to see. For within the place, the alicorn of friendship was the only one doing chores. Her little assistant, practically her son, had been locked in his room all night. Twilight was wandering the halls, gathering up clothes and stuff from the guest room. She was forced to do all his work, because he refused to leave his new bedroom.
Some months ago, the alicorn decided to give Spike his own bedroom. After all, he was a full grown dragon now, not practical or wise to keep him coup up in her room. Plus, rumors had been going around that since he grew into his prime, she could no longer keep him in her room, unless she stopped treating him like a son and more like. She waved her head back and forth, draining the thought away. There was no way she could ever see him more then her son. As such, giving him his own bedroom seemed like the obvious option.
However, it only created another problem. In particular, he had been spending hours upon hours in the room. It had become a bit of a worry. The first week he barely left the room, only coming out for food and drink, but that was it. It wasn't so much the fact he spent all his time in the room, but the things he did there. Strange noises she kept hearing as she walked by. The alicorn didn't know what he was doing in there but frankly didn't want to consider.
But after weeks of her doing all of his chores were slowly starting to grate on her nerves. She just had enough and wanted to step inside. Temping the edge of his personal domain, she knocked on the door twice over. He didn't reply at first. The alicorn leaned her ear close to the door, but didn't fully place her head again it. There was giggling from more then one source. Her eyes widened, was there somepony else in the room with him?
"What is it?!" His voice sounded strained, but managed to stop her from reaching the doorknob.
"Uh... it's me. I wanted to talk to you." She wanted to bring up all the problems gathering around the castle. How it was rather impossible, even for an alicorn, to upkeep this entire place alone.
"Well, can't it wait till later. I'm a bit busy." His voice sounded strained and hoarse. A slapping sound padded softly before each breath.
"Spike... what are you doing in there? You've been in your room all day." She tried to lean her head against the door. The sounds on the other end were growing strangely pronounce. However, she couldn't get a full detail of what was happening on the other side.
"I've been... busy... Twilight. Can't this wait until later." He tried to keep his voice down, but it sounded as if he was speaking through clenched teeth.
"I've been doing all the chores around here!" She pleaded carefully. The alicorn didn't want to force him out of the room, but this work was becoming very tiresome. "I can't keep doing this all alone, Spike."
"Can't it wait!" He started to grunt. Something was truly wrong and the alicorn couldn't figure out what? Concern replaced her desire for help and she braced herself against the door.
Strangely around it wouldn't open. There was no lock on it, so could he be blocking it? No, his voice was coming from the far side of the room. It was where his bed would be. She glared at the thought that he had been laying down this whole time while she was slaving out here. And again, there was that strange slapping sound.
"Twilight! I said not right now!" He screamed at her. This was the first time he ever sounded so angry with her.
Twilight's motherly instincts kicked in and her strength was tripled with the classic trope. A desire to punish such attitude overcame her concern and plea for help. The alicorn turned away and kicked her back hooves, full forced into the door. However, even stranger was that it suddenly flew open with ease.
A faint glow flew by at the edge of Twilight's sight and drew her to her son's visage. Just as he said, the dragon was sitting on the bed, holding a rather large book over his lap. His eyes were glued to the page as he frantically flipped the pages. His face was covered in the deepest sweat she ever seen, but otherwise he seemed fine.
"Why would you yell at your mother?" She marched to his bedside.
"Twi... Mom!" He shifted back and forth between those words, wrapping his legs in the covers. "It's not what it looks like..." His eyes shifted to the book, as if not even noticing it there at first. "Yeah, I'm just reading a book!" He exhaled heavily, almost like the classic childish lies he used to give her as a baby dragon.
This whole scene left her greatly concerned. Leaning over, she examined the book, only to find it was just a common logbook. One he was using to keep track of inventory within the castle. This didn't seem to have anything to do with him not wanting to leave his room. She was about to speak, only to be stopped by a very, very soft moan.
The alicorn's eyes shifted left and right, but she could find the source. Odder yet, when her eyes came back upon Spike, he was holding one over the middle of the book, pressing tightly. This whole scene was getting stranger and stranger as the book began to softly shake on his lap. Her eyes scanned the bed, noticing a large bump in the blanket. The covers were tucked so tight, they weren't even moving. But the lump seemed to be shivering.
Her eyes narrowed and her horn glowed. There was another voice in the room and her dread overcame any trust she had for her son's privacy. The alicorn's horn glowed and the dragon's eyes went wide. In a quick move, the blanket was thrown completely off.
And yet all she found was a video game controller. Her eyebrow raised in confusion. There was no reason for Spike to act this way, nor for him to have a video game controller under the covers. He was a full-grown dragon now, not a child needing a blanket to hide his toys. She threw a shading glare back at him and pushed the giant book over his body. "If you wanted to play video games, you could do it more quietly." She placed it in his hand, unsure if the confusion on his own face was from being caught or something else. "And please, I need your help around here. I'm not your slave."
The dragon sighed, closing his eyes, taking the device carefully in one claw. He gave her a sweating smile and apologized. "I'll help you once I get done with this level."
"Thank you..." She turned away, only to be stopped cold by another noise. This one wasn't soft at all. It was an outright groan, not a long shutter. She flipped back around and saw even stranger stuff. It looked almost like Spike was shushing the controller. Odder yet, the controller was now twice as big and the book was nowhere in sight. Instead, the controller was now firmly over his lap.
"Careful," Spike whispered as he shifted the controller up and down, pressing down on his groin.
Twilight turned back around just as quickly, waving her head back and forth. She was completely unsure of what she had just seen. But as soon as her eyes left Spike another moan followed. It was a long and loud shutter that filled her ears. It wasn't the voice she heard from the doorway, nor was it her own gasping. It was coming from Spike but was clearly not his voice at all.
Flipping back around things just kept making no sense. The giant book was back, along with the controller, even though that was gone a second ago. Spike was leaning back, his mouth hanging wide, breathing heavily. His eyes fighting a wince. "Damn it, I just died in the game!!" He claimed between two very hard breathes. "Please, Twi... I need to finish..."
The alicorn was not convinced in the slightest, but his tone sounded so desperate. "Okay, okay, just..." She was stopped from leaving again, upon noticing another major problem. The TV screen had been off the whole time. Spike wasn't playing a video game. There was the assumption he might have been lying to her, but why so blatantly? She was right there, still standing at the edge of the room. "Just tell me the truth..." She grumbled and faced him again.
Odder still was both the controller and the book were completely gone and now he was covered in his blanket once more. Only this time, it was a different colored blanket, a distinct orange and green. She couldn't remember buying such a cover for him. Maybe it was something Rarity gave him. But that didn't answer the strange sounds, the odd vanishing or the fact her son was covered in so much sweat.
Spike was full shivering in between breaths. His legs were buckling underneath the covers, but they were the only things down there. What was going on? Could it be a leg cramp? Or some sort of curse cast by Discord? She knew the two were best friends now, so maybe Spike was trying to hide the fact that he might be bullied. His arms raised over his legs and his tail slashed back and forth, before curving.
The alicorn took a step closer. This was just too bizarre to ignore now. The mare needed answers directly from her son. So she stepped back carefully over as quietly as possible. She was unsure if he still knew she was there as he was still wincing and grunting rather hard. Reaching his bedside, a mix of words bubbled in her head before she just decided to just blurt it out. "Spike is everything okay--"
"Fuck!!" The dragon's heavy breathing was cut short and the answer to all her questions came in full. A distinct stain flowed through the covers.
The alicorn was left shivering too now until a full blush covered her face. Soon enough a few drops of white soaked through the surface. "Spike!!" She full-on screamed at him. "You could have warned me!!" All her other questions and concerns faded as her spells wrapped around the blanket and lifted it off. Much to her regret and revulsion, the obvious was clear.
A very wet dragon penis slowly receding back into his pocket. His shame was on full display as she dropped a heavy pillow on him. "Take a shower and throw the rest in the washer when you are done!!" The alicorn had seen more than she ever wanted to. "I can't believe you did that right in front of me?!"
"It's not what you think?!" He tried to plead his case, but his mother was already running out of the room with what she thought was his blanket. The dragon reached out in vain as a pair of green hooves reached back for him from the shape of the cover. It was for not as Twilight was too fast, taking the 'blanket' out of the room and to the washer. Spike fell back and let his pride adjust, before sitting up. "Damn it... Me and Thorax weren't done yet?!" He rolled his eyes and stepped off the bed. "Stupid alicorn can't let me and my coltfriend have some privacy. No! She has to throw him in the washer!!" He grumbled.
******
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Lighttone GryphonStar
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562834
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Spike,Thorax,Twilight Sparkle,Comedy,Porn,Random,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Fetish,Sex
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Hiding the Stains
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Twilight keeps hearing strange noises echoing from her son's room. Yet every time she snoopy inside, she finds him just reading a book or playing games, never making those strange noises when she can see. Stranger yet, his blanket has a odd smell...
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incomplete
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<p>Twilight keeps hearing strange noises echoing from her son's room. Yet every time she snoopy inside, she finds him just reading a book or playing games, never making those strange noises when she can see. Stranger yet, his blanket has an odd smell... and it giggles.</p><p>The first chapter is mostly comedy with a little bit of explicit. I tried to push the idea on for as long as I could but it kept falling apart very fast. Still very funny, but not as explicit as I expected to turn out. As for the other two chapters... <span class="spoiler">the next two chapters are full on porn and the two get revenge of mommy dearest</span></p><p>Chapter 1: Monday<br/>Chapter 2 Tuesday<br/>Chapter 3: Thursday</p><p>Warning: <span class="spoiler">Blanket masturbation</span>, <span class="spoiler">Lover can shapeshift into ANYTHING</span>, <span class="spoiler">Hiding disgusting fun behind Mommy's back fetish</span>, <span class="spoiler">That's not a dildo</span>, <span class="spoiler">Too realistic to be a dildo worship</span>, <span class="spoiler">Threesome</span>, <span class="spoiler">Incest</span>, <span class="spoiler">Mindbreak</span>, <span class="spoiler">DP</span>, <span class="spoiler">Double Creampie</span>,</p>
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mature
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2024-08-20T19:37:45+00:00
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2024-08-20T19:37:45+00:00
| 269 |
It was mere days after Twilight's discovery in her son's room. He was eighteen, so not too strange, but the smell alone still lingered in her nostrils long after cleaning the deed. She tried not to think about it since it was her son and all that weirdness that came with it. Checking through books, doing random friendship missions, and even helping out on Applejack's farm. Okay, that one might not have been the right choice for a distraction either, that red stallion was such a hunk of muscles that she was already full blushing sweat before they even started.
Arriving back home, the only saving grave she had was her son was busy elsewhere. Twilight had the castle all to herself, and she knew exactly what she needed to curve this blister haze. Rushing up to her room and locking the door, she lit up her horn and opened the special draw hidden in the curtains above her bed. However, shockingly the compartment was empty.
"What?!" She opened her wings and flew up to give a better look. Yeah, the entire was void of sticks, balls, pads, two prongs, three prongs, and even her fuzz balls were gone. "I can't believe it! Where are they?!" She shrieked at her most private objects missing. "No, there have to be here!" The alicorn used her wings to rip out the drawer completely and swing it about. Nothing rolled out at first. After two or three more hard swings, a strange toy plopped out over the bed alongside some wood chippings.
Her eyes widened and she raced over, clearing the bed of the rest. Holding it tight in her hooves, she scanned it with utter confusion. This didn't match the shape or color of anything she had in her collection. It was neon green and looked so accurately detailed. There was even a button on it that was shaped like a bug with antlers. "I don't remember buying this brand."
Twilight took a deep breath and sat back on the bed. Her eyes glazed over the length of the toy as she continued to examine it. It not only looked so real, it felt so flaccid at first and was slowly growing more firm as she fiddled with it. It was acting almost too much like the real thing. Such a visage shaping into quite the long and large length was leaving her in an even greater haze than before.
Her wings slowly folded behind her and she licked her lips. She was already getting wet from the visuals. The temptation was too great as confusion was replaced by a need. Opening her legs, she stopped just mere centimeters from her pussy. No matter how real this looked, it had to still be plastic. Thus some lubricant was needed first.
However, much like with the empty drawer, all her prize lube was missing too. This left her even more flustered, better handled this the annoying way first. The alicorn placed it against her face and gave it a long, sensual lick. She was pleasantly surprised it didn't taste like the rubbery plastics. In fact, it was even giving her the taste of actual flesh. Biting down revealed a nice stretching outer layer and a soft inner wall that was slowly growing harder with the size.
"Okay, what's going on with this toy? It's starting to really turn me on even more." Twilight winced and opened her mouth, dropping the tip inside and taking it in a few inches. Her tongue rolled along the underside as she even began to suck on with great vigor. Stranger yet, it seemed to react to her motions, subtly thrusting back like one of Rarity's pumps. Was this one of hers? That hot bitch certainly knew how to rub a good one-off. The quick thought of her ex was enough to push the toy in more.
With each bobbing motion, the toy was going deeper and deeper, hitting so close to Twilight's throat. She would need to wrap it into a spell less she might accidentally swallow it whole. Don't want to go through that again, but that nurse certainly knew how to give a good head. And oh, that doctor's cock was so hot and heavy in her pussy. All these raging thoughts were leaving her burning for more.
The toy hadn't touched her pussy and her body was already convulsing. It was like she was getting face fucked by a real stallion. And each quiver and stutter from the toy felt like that imaginary stallion was edge closer to something. Her mind told her to pull out, a classic reaction of not wanting to swallow. Yet, it was just some toy, so why not keep sucking. It wasn't like a real cock was about to plow the load.
Wait a strange taste passed over her tongue. It was so much more salter and sweeter than any precum she ever tasted. Why would that thought cross her mind? This was a toy, there was no way it was pre-upping right now. It had to be her own sweat and her imagination playing tricks on her. But it was a delicious treat and she wanted more.
She moaned through her lips and the slurping as her lips were now smacking again the very base. Twilight opened her eyes wide upon feeling something expand over her chin. Looking down revealed a fully, super realistic ball sack now attached to the toy. That wasn't there before at all. This was way too detailed to be anything Rarity would have. The alicorn tried to process this sudden change, but now the toy was moving without any regard for her hooves on it.
Her eyes rolled back as the tip forced its way into her throat. It was so deep she couldn't breathe, yet she couldn't stop loving it. She was so lost in the moment that her own tongue was pushed against her lip as she felt her gag reflex kick in. Her head dropped onto the pillow with her mouth wide open. The bedframe shook like a real, honest, hardcore stallion was beating into her face right now.
Her legs shook as her eyes began to water. That strange taste was building up so much that the tip was pushing against the back of her throat. The gurgling of her voice box echoed through her skull and her lungs began to burn for oxygen. Just when everything was about to go blank, the strangest yet blasted forth.
Long, hot rope splashed down her throat. It felt and tasted exactly like cum. Her head was swimming as each shot went into her mouth and down her throat. It was so warm and sticky that her stomach was filling up quickly. Her mind was so lost and her vision blurred as she felt her own orgasm rip through her.
Finally, the toy pulled out, allowing Twilight a moment of air and a few last spurts of cum onto her face. It was so hot and heavy against her. The alicorn rolled over and coughed, the substance burning her nostrils and leaving a heavy coating over her lips. After a few more breaths, she managed to push herself up and looked back. "Wha..." She blinked, seeing the toy still standing tall and firm. A thick rope of cum oozed down the shaft as it rolled onto her sheets.
"This can't be possible." She stared at the mess in utter awe consciousness faded from her eyes.
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Lightning Shepherd
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562836
| 1 |
Main 6,Mane 5,Twilight Sparkle,Alternate Universe,Random,Sad,Science Fiction,My Little Pony: A New Generation,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
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Twilight and the Robots
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Twilight makes some robots to keep as companions over the gap in between G4 and G5
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complete
| -1 | -1 |
<p>After Twilight's friends passed away due to old age and being bored of being alone with Spike, Twilight decides to make some robots of her friends younger selves to keep her company. Though when they discover that they are robots of her friends as a replacement, how would they react.</p>
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everyone
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2024-08-03T15:55:45+00:00
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2024-08-08T12:58:26+00:00
| 99 |
In the sunset filled dawn of the castle Twilight has been having difficulty sleeping as she missed her friends badly after they all pass away due to old age, well except for Rainbow Dash who died of going too fast in her old weakened state that she couldn't handle the speed and ran into a wall.
That was when something crossed her mind, the thought of "making new friends". But she decided that she would do it in the morning as she went to sleep with the thought of making herself some friends to help her in her duties, but to also remind and be her friends during her era of reigning.
Later in the morning, "Ha Ha, she works" she said as Twilight triumphantly was able to make her first robot, the robot had a navy blue mane with strips of a gorgeous hue of purple and pink in her hair, she also had a light purple horn and a beautiful hue of purple in her eyes.
That was when the cute light purple robot started moving her eyes and tilted her head as she asked Twilight "Who are you?"
Twilight responded that she was her "mom" and her name was Moonlight Shimmer, even though her resemblance of Twilight when she was a unicorn was uncanny.
That was when Moonlight hugged her hardly like a son would hug her mom, and of course Twilight embraces the hug of her creation and kisses her on the cheek.
While Twilight was sitting and hugging Moonlight, Spike comes in and sees her and Moonlight hugging. Spike then said "Twilight, I am sorry to interrupt anything but the press is here again to interview you again."
Twilight then told Spike she will be there in a minute.
Moonlight then asked "Who is Spike?"
Which Twilight then explained everything about how she got her Cutie Mark and how she and Spike are technically brothers and how Spike is technically her uncle.
After her millions of interviews and questions Twilight spent a little bit of quality time with Moonlight while also explaining about how she is the ruler of Equestria. But deep in her mind Twilight felt the longing of wanting to see her friends again so another thought popped into her head, "if I can create a robot of myself, I can easily create a robot of all my friends.
So Twilight put Moonlight to bed as she slept peacefully Twilight heads to her lab and creates the base and all of the robots, as all she needed to do now is turn them on, but decided on waiting until it was morning so they don't get confused on the sleep cycle.
After Twilight raises the sun she heads to her laboratory as Moonlight sleeps in one of the many guestrooms she has in her castle, and "wakes up the other 5 robots". The first one that woke up was the one with the Rainbow colored mane and and the sleek blue wings, next was an orange colored pony with her signature hat, the next one was a white unicorn with the purple mane, next was the yellow pegasus which she cowered behind the rainbow maned one, and finally the pink pony woke up and started bouncing around.
That was when the blue pegasus got defensive over the yellow pegasus as she said "Who are you, and what do you want?"
As the white unicorn stepped in a puddle of oil and complains about how her hooves are covered in oil.
The orange pony then lassoed up the pink pony as she complained to stop jumping against the wall. Of course after all of the ponies calm down she explained how they are her best friends and how they all are the 6 guardians of harmony.
Every pony accepted that except the blue pegasus whose name is Rainbow Dash. But the orange pony who is Apple Jack told Rainbow Dash that she is the element of Loyalty.
Of course the Pink Pony named Pinkie Pie was already planning a party.
The white unicorn named Rarity kept complaining about how dirty Twilight's lab is.
The yellow pegasus named Fluttershy was also opening up a bit, but deep in Rainbow Dash's mind she has a sensation that the whole truth hasn't come out of Twilight's mouth.
That was when Moonlight came in looking for Twilight and saw the other 5 pony bots, and freaked out a bit. Of course though she comforted Moonlight.
Then she explained how she is her daughter and explained the other 5 were her best friends, eventually they all got comfortable around each other and decided to wander around the big castle as Twilight went on her way to keep her kingdom steady.
While Twilight was busy working the pony bots decided to wander around a bit, of course they all thought they were actually ponies, as Twilight treated them just as any pony but when they ran into Spike he seemed confused. "Hey Moonlight, Hey guys. Heh Heh" Spike said as he was confused to see 5 dead ponies alive.
Yet they all didn't seem to think anything suspicious about how Spike was acting as they treated him like the mane 6 would have treated him, and the others went on.
Though Rainbow Dash stayed behind and asked Spike, "Why are you acting suspicious, I know Twilight is hiding something, but I don't know what?"
Spike then answered, "I am just as confused as you are as Moonlight popped out of nowhere and Twilight started treating her like her daughter, and the fact that you 5 are alive."
That was when it hit Rainbow Dash, so... We're dead she asked Spike.
Of course Spike answered questionably, "What I really don't get is how you are alive, like I get how Twilight could have reversed time on the others, but you..."
Rainbow responded, "But what?"
Spike then explained how she "died", which caused Rainbow Dash to gag a bit.
Rainbow then said depressingly "If I am dead, then who am I as she looked at a mirror"
Spike then noticed something underneath her mane and said, "Hey Rainbow, do you know what that little thing is under your mane"
Of course Rainbow then noticed the little flap underneath her mane. "No" she replied to Spike
That was when Spike flipped the flap open and then gasped.
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Lightning Shepherd
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562836
| 2 |
Main 6,Mane 5,Twilight Sparkle,Alternate Universe,Random,Sad,Science Fiction,My Little Pony: A New Generation,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
|
Twilight and the Robots
|
Twilight makes some robots to keep as companions over the gap in between G4 and G5
|
complete
| -1 | -1 |
<p>After Twilight's friends passed away due to old age and being bored of being alone with Spike, Twilight decides to make some robots of her friends younger selves to keep her company. Though when they discover that they are robots of her friends as a replacement, how would they react.</p>
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everyone
|
2024-08-04T02:32:30+00:00
|
2024-08-06T14:49:22+00:00
| 119 |
Spike then gasped at what she saw underneath the flap Rainbow Dash had on the back of her neck underneath her mane.
Rainbow then responded, "What? What do you see?"
Then it hit Spike, "Rainbow, you are a robot."
Rainbow then said "wait WHAT?"
Spike then realized that is why the others are alive, "Rainbow I think you all are robots."
That put Rainbow Dash in shock as she realized that she and her friends are robots.
Rainbow then snapped as she told Spike "Come on Spike, I want to give Twilight a little piece of my mind."
As Discord suddenly appeared out of nowhere and told Spike, "can you two be quiet, I am trying to get some sleep here" as he notices Rainbow Dash.
Discord then asked, "Rainbow Dash, how are you still alive, and young?"
Rainbow then replied to Discord about how she was a robot made by Twilight and wanted to give a piece of her mind as she ran off to look for Twilight.
Meanwhile in the castle Library the other pony bots and Twilight have been organizing books in their proper places, as everyone was enjoying the work Rainbow Dash barges in and tells Twilight angrily, "A word please Twilight."
After Rainbow Dash said that Moonlight got pissed for Rainbow to yell at her "mom", but Twilight stopped Moonlight and went with Rainbow Dash.
Rainbow then complained when she was going to tell them they are robots. Which of course then makes Twilight realize Rainbow figured out about her making them so she just told her everything. But when she was done Rainbow realized that Twilight didn't create them as tools or anything, Rainbow realized that Twilight was missing her friends, even though she has Spike and Discord.
Rainbow then hugged Twilight as she got up, but that was when Moonlight ran out of the library tearing up and the other 4 come out angry as they toss Twilight the original copy of Journal of Friendship as they saw blueprints, old pictures, and her notes on them and how the real ones died.
Apple Jack then yelled angrily at Twilight about how she disappointed them, and all in their minds they thought they were tools as in her diary (Journal of Friendship) didn't mention anything about her true feelings.
This action caused Twilight to head to her room and lock it as she cried on her bed depressed. Of course Apple Jack thought she succeeded in rebelling against Twilight. As Fluttershy goes after Moonlight to comfort her and Rarity tries to cheer up a depressed Pinkie Pie. Rainbow though went after Twilight and Apple Jack saw this which pissed her off.
Apple Jack then said, "Why are you going after her, she lied to us and planned on using us."
Rainbow didn't turn back but she said "Twilight may have lied, but she was telling me what her heart was saying. She was lonely and missed her friends as she cared so much about us. She told me that she didn't want to use us as tools as she is all alone with no one to comfort her. Spike may be her advisor, but he was like a brother to her, and Discord is just Discord, but when she first made Moonlight it reminded her of her younger self... Eager to learn new things and as sweet as she was."
After this it pierced Apple Jack's heart as she realized that she was right as she listens to Twilight cry in depression. As the others regroup around after hearing what Rainbow said as Rainbow knocks on Twilight's door as Twilight slowly lets her in.
After this action they hear Twilight cry louder and then stop as Rainbow Dash comes out with a sad Twilight. Then Apple Jack apologized for what she said to Twilight and the other apologized except Moonlight, who hugged Twilight which she ended up crying on Twilight.
With this action Twilight embraces the hug and comforts her daughter as she tears up on her. With this the other 5 joined into the hug and let go. After this Twilight told them the truth and why they were made, yet even after telling the truth Moonlight could not accept that she was made to look exactly like Twilight.
Of course Twilight saw this so she decided with the help of Rarity to do a lot of dyeing and painting to her coat to make her look like her own pony. They dyed here mane with a tint of light purple and painted her coat all purple, with a star like Twilight's and with eyes of beautiful amber.
With this Moonlight liked her new look and she hugged Twilight, but Twilight said, "You shouldn't thank me, you should thank Rarity."
Moonlight then thanked Rarity and then admired her new look.
After some years of Twilight living with the 6 Pony bots, Spike, and Discord bad things happen as Opaline invades Twilight's castle, as Twilight defeats her and transfers her magic into the 3 Unity Crystals and locks her away, she has to go into hiding, but as Spike and the dragons flew away and Discord goes into hiding under Canterlot, yet as the Mane 6 and Twilight have to go into hiding, she decided to turns them into a stone statue over the memorial of all of her friends and lock them away until someone awakens them.
Before she turns them into stone though she wishes them all a goodbye knowing she may probably never see them again, and after she said that, all of them rush in for a hug, and Twilight embraces the hug knowing it may be her last, but as the others let go, Moonlight stayed hugging Twilight as Moonlight always considered Twilight to be her mom, even after she found out she was a robot made by Twilight.
Twilight then said, "I will miss you too Moonlight Glimmer, yet you know as well as I do that I have to go.
Moonlight replied, "I will miss you Twilight, I hope we can see each other again, even if it is at the end of the world." as she was tearing up.
Twilight then turns them into a stone statue and leaves them to go hide.
Later after the Unity Crystals were reunited by the Mane 5... The stone memorial started to crack.
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Crusty Comrad
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562837
| 1 |
Other,Comedy,Random,Slice of Life,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Profanity
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Dimlights Adventure
|
Ponyville has a new resident, a nervous Batpony who is looking to start a new life. What adventures will the new friends he makes drag him into?
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incomplete
| -1 | -1 |
<p>The story of the Batpony and the new friends he will make in PonyVille at the PonyVille Workers House as he attempts to built a new life in this quiet rural town. Joined by his new friends Work Horse who runs the Workers House, and Grease Trap, the local handypony.</p>
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teen
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2024-08-03T14:34:32+00:00
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2024-08-04T15:50:52+00:00
| 86 |
As the train entered the station, most of Ponyville was a buzz with word about the newcomer, a Thestral, a BAT PONY, had moved to Ponyville. The better part of the town, and even the newspapers became a battleground between the same foolish superstitious ponies who ran and hid from Zecora, and the overly enthusiastic integrationists, who heaped praise upon the newcomer (though most of them hadn’t yet learned his name).
Dimlight Echo was extremely tired after getting off the train from Las Pegasus. Exiting the train to the (always) unexpected brightness of day left him disoriented, but a sudden wave of sound penetrated his ears, the scream of a dozen ponies, if not more. He hasn't slept since yesterday afternoon and he was blinded, afraid, and just bolted. A sudden thud and impact felt through his spine ended his panic.
The Ponyville welcoming committee collectively gasped in horror as the newcomer they had spent all day preparing for… ran straight into the nearest wall full speed. He wasn't moving…
*****
By Luna, I think I ran into a wall again. I try to open my eyes, but its even brighter than before. Oh moon why is it so bright in here?!? It feels like… I'm lying in a bed? Oh god I'm in a bucking hospital. Again.
“Luna help me, why did it have to be like this?”
“Twilight he's awake!” a brash marish voice shouted, flying out of the room.
The sound of hoofsteps entering the room echoed in my ears, I still refused to open my eyes, it was far too bright in here.
“Are you sure dash, it looks like he's still out.”
“He just spoke! I heard him!”
Hoofsteps approached me closer, then a magical sensation overtook my whole body and I panicked. Before I could tell what happened I was tangled in a bedsheet lying on the cold tile floor.
“Ow” I said, more disappointed in myself than in actual pain.
“See! I told you!” dash yelled as I reached to cover my ears.
“Why is everything so loud and bright here?” I asked.
I came to a small town looking for a slow quiet life. So far, all I found was a place brighter and louder than Las Pegasus. Maybe this was just 1 big mistake. Should I just go back home? Im pretty sure I could get my old job back if I begged hard enough, being a lighting technician at a giant company wasn't that bad…
“Hellooooo, mr Thestral are you alive?” Dashes voice brought me out of my thoughts.
“Yes, for Luna’s sake im alive, can someone turn down the lights already!”
That was mean, I shouldn't have been so rude about it.
Less than 3 seconds later and I could feel the light level in the room lower through my eyelids. Thank Luna. Finally I could get my bearings.
“Is that better?” I heard the caring voice of, what did she call her? Ah well it doesn't matter. I finally was able to open my eyes and blink the whiteness away. It was still uncomfortably bright but that was nothing new to me. After a solid several moments of looking at the ground blinking in silence I looked up and… horn, wings, princess, here…..
*****
“Celestia's sake!” rainbow dash yelled “He passed out AGAIN!”
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Crusty Comrad
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562837
| 2 |
Other,Comedy,Random,Slice of Life,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Profanity
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Dimlights Adventure
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Ponyville has a new resident, a nervous Batpony who is looking to start a new life. What adventures will the new friends he makes drag him into?
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incomplete
| -1 | -1 |
<p>The story of the Batpony and the new friends he will make in PonyVille at the PonyVille Workers House as he attempts to built a new life in this quiet rural town. Joined by his new friends Work Horse who runs the Workers House, and Grease Trap, the local handypony.</p>
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teen
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2024-08-03T14:34:38+00:00
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2024-08-03T14:34:37+00:00
| 78 |
Chapter 1: Registration
“And that's how I completely missed my welcome to PonyVille party.”
“Awe, that sounds awful.” said the orange-brown mare behind the desk.
“Sorry you had such a rough first day.” She said, her red and yellow candy cane striped hair bobbed in front of her glasses as she spoke.
“I honestly expected it to go worse.” I said.
…
…
….
“How could that have possibly gone worse?” she asked me, apparently confused.
“Uuuhhhhh…….”
“Whatever, not important we have to get started on your profile!” The mare started excitedly.
“My… profile?”
“Yeah, it's like a resume but more personal, it's standard protocol in work houses in this part of Equestria so people know who they are hiring for a job.” she said while organizing a frightening number of papers behind the desk.
“Uh, are you sure? I… im getting kinda nervous I don't know if im up for all that…'' I said slowly sinking lower in my chair.
“Nonsense!” She yelled
SONG TIME (To the tune of Sinking Ships)
-Singing-
You know, I think you'll find that this task is simpler than it looks.
You just answer my questions and I'll handle the books.
For in this house our labors counted equally by hoof.
So you'll do fine as long as you can,
Show up! cause being there is half of what it takes
Just do your best and focus on the pride in what you make
The owners of big companies can't tell you what to think
So just hold on and tell me what's your…
Date of birth and place of birthing. School and clubs and place of worship. interesting facts about yourself and reasons you are worth it. And now sign, on the line.
And then, it's on to the next big section!
Show up! cause being there is half of what it takes
Just do your best and focus on the pride in what you make
The owners of big companies can't tell you what to think
The one main factor to your income is the total time you sink.
-Spoken-
“Wait, so you're saying I can get paid just for showing up somewhere and not doing any work?”
“Well, technically, but that's really not the point i was trying to-”
“Why doesn't everyone do that?
“Well, it defeats the spirit of the system. we have a good thing going here, and nopony wants to be the one to ruin it for everypony else, you should really just…”
-Singing-
Show up! cause being there is half of what it takes
Just do your best and focus on the pride in what you make
The owners of big companies can't tell you what to think
So just hold on and tell me what's your…
Credit score and current address, mate and children, type of magic.
Sign you have no history of causing grief of havoc.
Sign again, Your name in pen. And initial date and notorate it.
You'll find joy in what you do no matter what it is
Just stick around and you'll find our town is a place that you would miss
Find your place and purpose and you'll see it for what it is
And what is is…
Is a place you can make your home!
SONG END
“So is that it then?” I asked the mare behind the counter.
“Nope, 2 more things, first i need a picture to put with your profile.” She said pulling out a polaroid camera.
“Ok just give me a second to- ACK!” I'm blinded by the sudden flash of the camera and fall to the ground, blinding the white spots out of my vision.
“PERFECT, i always get the best photos!” Her hoof extended right in front of my face holding a square, that's all i could see, but as i kept blinking, i found myself looking at the most flattering picture of me i've ever seen, the contrast between my blue eyes and red/orange hair, the bluish undertones of my gray coat, and an angle on my face i've never achieved looking in the mirror before. I was absolutely stunned. So stunned in fact that I completely forgot to be mad about a camera being flashed in my face.
“Wow” I said “That really is a good photo.”
“I know right!?!, now to the last part” she said while helping me up off the ground.
“The last part?” I asked, nerves creeping their way back into my voice.
“INTRODUCTIONS!” She yelled, and I flinched.
My hoof was seized and swung too and fro, no amount of resistance could have stopped it, though I didn't actually try to resist.
“My name is Work Horse, and you can come to me anytime you need work, I always have something for you to do! If you haven't made lodging arrangements we also have bunks here available to any local workers registered with the house. It also happens to double as the local orphanage!”
“Now that you're registered please follow me into the back and We can discuss what work opportunities we have for you this week.”
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Crimson_EXE
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562847
| 1 |
Main 6,Original Character,Princess Celestia,Princess Luna,Alternate Universe,Anthro,Crossover,Dark,Science Fiction,Thriller,Call of Duty,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
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Infected
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Two guys go to a gaming con one dressed as a exo zombie the other dressed as a security survivor from call of duty advanced warfare.(Displased story.
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incomplete
| -1 | -1 |
<p>Hey names Jeffrey. <br/>Have you ever read one of those stories where a guy goes to a con dressed as some other creature from a franchise then they find a sketchy guy selling items that just so happens to have one item that you don't have that's from that franchise and get sent to a alternate version of Equestria after purchasing said item, you know the story. Well that happened to me and my friend/roommate Jack, now I'm a mentally advanced EXO zombie well Jack is a security guard survivor from call of duty advanced warfare fighting off other zombies from said game alongside equestria's elite zombie hunting team.</p>
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everyone
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2024-08-03T20:39:26+00:00
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2024-08-04T16:22:51+00:00
| 188 |
I heard a knock at my bedroom door.
"Hey J are you ready yet?" "the game convention starts in half an hour!" My roommate Jack said.
"Almost this military gear is hard to put on and it's not even the real deal can't imagine how actual soldiers are able to put on their armor so quickly." I called back.
I was dressing up as an EXO zombie from call of duty advanced warfare now I've only played the map outbreak so as far as I could tell there are no EXO zombies that had not only full Atlas corporation armor and also had an exosuit the only time I saw it was in the beginning cutscene, anyways Jack was dressed up as one of the security guard survivor he also wore an exosuit.
After a few more seconds I was ready and I was heading out the door.
We headed to the car and got in and I decided to put on A little bit of music to pass the time.
We arrived with just enough time to get a good parking spot.
Now Jack has connections to the gaming convention so he was able to get two VIP passes.
We decided to check out the stalls first see if they had anything that would make our costumes all the better, we didn't really see much of anything until we came across this one stall with the guy dressed up as the merchant from the resident evil games we saw that he had two bulldog shotguns for sale (couldn't get the picture to work so had to do a link for what the bulldog is Click here) we both look at each other and nod and head up to the guy failing the two bulldog shotguns.
"Hello see anything you like?" The merchant asked us in a raspy voice.
"Yeah how much for the two guns?" I asked the merchant.
Well you two are in luck I have a discount for those who have the most accurate costumes to the beans they are betraying as and you too look exactly like and EXO zombie and the security guard from well EXO zombies normally these two would be $100 each but for you two with how good your costumes are it's only $50 each." The merchant told us.
"What do you think Jack?", "we get half off because of how off the Mark costumes are." I said to my roommate.
"Yeah I'm all for it J." Jack replied
So we each pull out 50 bucks hand it to the merchant and get our bulldogs we walked off But then I remembered we want to see a certain show but I couldn't remember where it was being shown at, so I went back to the merchant and asked him where it was, he told me it was down a hallway next to his stall, we followed his directions for a while until I started feeling dizzy and then I blacked out.
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Crimson_EXE
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562847
| 2 |
Main 6,Original Character,Princess Celestia,Princess Luna,Alternate Universe,Anthro,Crossover,Dark,Science Fiction,Thriller,Call of Duty,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
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Infected
|
Two guys go to a gaming con one dressed as a exo zombie the other dressed as a security survivor from call of duty advanced warfare.(Displased story.
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incomplete
| -1 | -1 |
<p>Hey names Jeffrey. <br/>Have you ever read one of those stories where a guy goes to a con dressed as some other creature from a franchise then they find a sketchy guy selling items that just so happens to have one item that you don't have that's from that franchise and get sent to a alternate version of Equestria after purchasing said item, you know the story. Well that happened to me and my friend/roommate Jack, now I'm a mentally advanced EXO zombie well Jack is a security guard survivor from call of duty advanced warfare fighting off other zombies from said game alongside equestria's elite zombie hunting team.</p>
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everyone
|
2024-08-03T22:56:01+00:00
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2024-08-05T20:15:08+00:00
| 226 |
The first thing I noticed when I became conscious was the pain.
"Uhho I feel like I got hit by a truck." I hear a low raspy voice.
"I-IS that my voice?" I ask my self.
With a sad sigh I say "yep that's my voice."
"Just then I remembered who I was with at the con.
"Jack, Jack, Jack where are you!" I called out.
After a couple seconds I hear Jake say."oh good I see you're awake Jeffrey, any idea where we are?"
"Well if I'm correct which if I am I hope the natives aren't scared of us I think we're in Equestria more specifically the everfree forest." I told my friend.
You see the only reason I could guess that is because I've seen it on a TV show called My Little pony friendship is magic I'm bit of a brony.
Anyways I think Jeffrey won't cut it anymore at least not to the ponies since I'm actually a exo zombie so how about EXO Z as my full name, also this is like those displaced stories then we should probably find civilization and find out what this Equestria is like."I say to my friend.
"Okay let's do it." He tells me.
When I get up I noticed not only my bulldog but also a Atlas 45 which I pick up and hanging on my hip.
"I sense several living beings to the north so I believe we should head that way."I told my friend.
After walking a ways I tell my friend. "I think we're getting close to the edge of the forest." That's when we hear the roar of what sounds like a wave of zombies.
"That can't be good." My friend tells me.
Hoping we aren't too late to save everypony we run out of the Forest and pull out our bulldogs, luckily it seems everypony made it inside in time. Just then zombies started running through the town entrance.
"Let's Lock and load Jack." I tell my friend.
Fortunately for me already being a EXO zombie the other zombies seem to ignore me unfortunate for my friend is that he is one of the survivors so they we're focusing on him so I helped him out with all that I can, also in this real life scenario it seems that the zombies tend to drop ammo refills more often than in the actual game, just then a bunch of ponies wearing exosuits and armor entered the fight, one of them was actually about to shoot me until a pony that seemed to be their captain saw me kill another zombie that was about to harm one of the pony soldiers, the captain was a mare with a white coat, a two-tone blue mane and a horn, her eyes were the color cyan, she wore purple combat armor, after all the other zombies were killed the captain came up to us with a scowl on her face.
All right zombie how come you're killing your own kind and not harming any living creature around here or at least going after a living creature and don't act like you can't talk if you're smart enough to use a actual weapon and and making killing a zombie that was about to kill one of my stallions a priority then I know you're smart enough to talk
"Well first let me introduce myself and my friend here, my name is EXO Z my friend here his name is Jack as for the reason I'm not evil like the other zombies so I just think it's the right thing to do to protect the innocent." I tell the captain now that I told you who I and my friend are and why I'm doing what I'm doing, what is your name.
"Well if you must know I am Captain armor shine I'm captain of the death reapers we are a group of zombie slayers, even though you're a zombie you helped us fight against those other zombies for that I think you and I believe you showed my group more than enough proof that you're on our side in fact you did so well that I believe we can work together so are you willing to slay every evil zombie you come across without hesitation and become the first zombie death reaper, your friend may join too if he wishes."she said
I'll do everything in my power to make the citizens of this land safe, what about you Jack." I said
"I'm in."he said
Good then you'll start as soon as the next zombie attack happens am I understood?" she said
"Ma'am yes ma'am!" both me and Jack say.
"Good then I'll teleport us to canterlot and enroll you in our ranks, I will also have to tell Celestia and Luna about you too hopefully they won't freak out at right away and will allow me to actually finish what I'm trying to tell them."
Then her horn started to Glow and one moment we're in ponyville the next we're in what looks like some barracks.
"All right you two stay here while I go talk to the princesses and hopefully they'll give you their blessings to stay here in Equestria and help us fight these zombie hordes." Captain shine tells us.
So while we waited we decide to start up a conversation with the rest of the team.
"So what do you guys like to do when you're not slaying zombies?"I asked the other slayers.
A stallion with an orange coat a red mane and wings, with blue eyes, he wore gold combat armor with purple cargo pants he had Wing blades that were enchanted to create an energy chainsaw on them, answered with. "Nothing much mostly just play cards clean our weapons or talk about our pasts, recent events and other stuf."
"So are we going to have to talk to the princesses or something cuz I would think they would want to see us after the captain tells them about us?" Jack asked.
"Probably names lieutenant chainsaw by the way."the stallion answered.
That's when Captain shine walked back in to the barracks, all right you two the princesses want to meet you so be on your best behavior." she told us.
"Understood ma'am." both me and Jack said.
The next thing we knew we were outside the throne room.
"Well time to make a good impression." I told Jack
Then the doors open and we entered.
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FanOfMostEverything
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562856
| 1 |
Aria Blaze,Limestone Pie,Pinkie Pie (EqG),Adventure,Comedy,Romance,My Little Pony: Equestria Girls,Profanity,Violence
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Sour Notes
|
Insanity is hereditary. You get it from your siblings.
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complete
| 89 | 4 |
<p>The Pie sisters all love each other. They even like each other, which is more than some siblings can say.</p><p>They do not, however, <i>understand</i> one another. And that applies to Pinkie trying to make sense of the others as much as them trying to wrap their heads around her.</p><p>But they're still there for one another, because that's what family's for. Even when family comes home bleeding and lovestruck in equal measure.</p><p><span style="font-size:0.75em">A regrettably ineligible entry in </span><a href="/group/216924/the-eqg-anniversary-contests-spring-fling" rel="nofollow"><span style="font-size:0.75em">Spring Fling 2: Rainbow Rocks Boogaloo</span></a><span style="font-size:0.75em">. Remember, folks, always read </span><span style="font-style:italic;font-size:0.75em">all</span><span style="font-size:0.75em"> of the rules. Rated Teen for the couple being unbound from the constraints of TV-Y7.</span></p>
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teen
|
2024-08-05T12:46:55+00:00
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2024-08-06T01:10:05+00:00
| 528 |
Pinkie hummed to herself as she zested a lime. The oven was preheating, her oldest sister was home from college for the summer, and all was right with her world.
The sound of a combat boot against the front door only made her perk up more. “Hi, Limestone!” she called, waving before her sister could even see her.
“Hey, Pinkie,” came the response. Even as she noted Limestone’s unsually calm tone, more cause for concern followed. “First aid kit still in the medicine cabinet?”
Several things happened in quick succession: Pinkie turned off the oven, ran to the front hall, dropped the lime on the counter, and spent a slim fraction of a second wondering about the order of things before getting a good look at Limestone and deciding it didn’t matter. “Oh my gosh, are you okay!? You look like you got jumped by a bear!”
Limestone shrugged, then winced. Given the dried blood soaked into her hair, the thin cuts along her limbs, and the tears in her tank top and cutoffs, a wince seemed to be underselling it. “More of a shark. She really liked getting bites in when she could.”
That explained the curving indents along her neck. “‘She?’” Pinkie echoed.
“On a related note, I have a date tonight.” Limestone worked her way around Pinkie, beelining for the bathroom with only a slight hitch in her step.
Pinkie followed physically, if not conversationally. “I feel like we skipped some steps. Is this what it’s like talking to me? If it is, I owe a lot of apologies…”
“Some of that may be a concussion. She also liked her headbutts.” Limestone got into the first-floor bathroom, opened the medicine cabinet, and frowned. “Why didn’t you say you moved it?”
“You never gave me a chance. Wait here." Pinkie took Limestone's arm and guided her to sit on the toilet. The lack of any resistance only made her more concerned. "Plus, I’m still stuck on ‘My sister’s getting a date with the girl who assaulted her.”
Limestone did roll her eyes at that, a slim but welcome reassurance that Pinkie's sister was still in there. “Oh, like half your friends aren’t gay.”
“They are, which is why that isn’t the sticking point! Marble!”
Marble was also home for the summer from her time at the University's of Abyssinia's private pre-enrollment program. She rushed down the stairs, quick as her twin and ten times as quiet. “Hmm?” she said, poking her head into the bathroom. She gasped as soon as she saw Limestone.
The older Pie grinned. At least her teeth were fine. “Eh, you should see the other girl.”
“Can you get the first aid kit?” Pinkie said with a sigh. She dug through her hair with one hand as she jerked her other thumb at Limestone. “Someone needs to make sure bare-knuckle Casaneighva here doesn’t pass out.”
Marble nodded, said “Mmm,” and ducked back into the hallway.
Pinkie extracted what she was looking for and slowly moved in in front of Limestone. “Okay, follow the lollipop.”
Limestone quirked an eyebrow. “Concussion protocol?”
“Pinkie Pie style.”
That got a chuckle. “Not gonna lie, kind of surprised you know what you’re doing.”
Pinkie managed a shaky grin. “You’ve met Rainbow Dash, Limestone. You’re not my first concussion risk. Besides, Mom and Dad are on their second honeymoon, Maud’s on a date right now, and you know what state you’re in. That means I have to be the responsible one.”
“Horrifying,” said Limestone, a smile still on her own lips as her eyes tracked the all-day sucker.
“I know, right?” Pinkie moved on to the next step. “Now, how many ladyfingers am I holding up?”
“Three.”
“An’ nao?”
“Two. Can I have one?”
Pinkie swallowed, then smiled. “Sure!”
“Thanks.”
“Mmm,” said Marble, first-aid kit in tow.
“Thanks, Marble.” Pinkie exchanged the third cookie for the box, then pulled out the disinfectant and a box of bright green adhesive bandages.
"Huh," said Limestone. Pinkie noted how her pupils dilated evenly. "Is that the same box as when I graduated?"
"We haven't needed them nearly as much, silly."
“Hmm?” said Marble as she helped Limestone get up and rinse the blood out of her hair.
“I was getting there." Pinkie took Limestone's place on the toilet; there were only so many places for three young women to put themselves in a half-bath. "So who is this girl who swept you off your feet and into the pavement?”
Limestone shrugged, head still in the sink. “Never got her name. We just agreed to meet up at this one taco stand at six.”
"Mmm!"
"Nah, you two know what you're doing. I'm sure we'll have me patched up by then."
The casual confidence in Limestone's voice in reference to anyone else only made Pinkie more worried. She tried to focus on the current discussion rather than dwell on that. “Well, what does she look like?”
“Almost like your friend Twilight Twinkle’s evil sister, just with green highlights.”
“Huh." Pinkie tapped her lip as she passed Marble the disinfectant. "That sounds familiar, but I can’t quite put my finger on it. How’d you meet?”
“Well, I was jogging in the park—”
"Mmm?"
"Of course I didn't!" Limestone cried. "I took the bus home. Wasn't even the most messed up person there. So, jogging in the park, doing my thing, when behind me I hear someone shout..."
“On your left, shitstain!”
Limestone shifted right reflexively, then picked up the pace to stay by the side of the twin-tailed brat who so casually insulted her. This was supposed to be her decompression time, away from family, from school, from all the stressors that usually had her half an inch away from screaming her head off. The last thing she needed was hassle from random strangers.
("Hey."
"I love you both, but it's me, Pinkie. What doesn't get on my nerves?"
"Yeah, fair.")
Once she caught up, she casually said, “You know, it’s funny. People don’t usually volunteer to have their jaws broken.”
The girl spared her a glance. “And yet here you are.”
"Cute."
That got a smirk Limestone longed to wipe off the nuisance's face. "Bitch, I'm adorable."
"You'll look better with a fat lip."
The smirk quirked with further amusement. "Who even says that anymore?"
Limestone's scowl deepened. Any heat in her cheeks was from exertion, never mind that she wasn't even breathing heavily. "I come from an old-fashioned family. Sue me."
That got the bitch to snort with laughter for some reason. "Oh, you think your family's old-fashioned. Try dragging a sister kicking and screaming into the nineteenth century."
Limestone quirked an eyebrow. "Try two parents."
"Oh, we're doing a race to the bottom?" The other woman's eyes all but sparkled with anticipation.
"You will be," said Limestone, cracking her knuckles.
They wove around a puttering senior citizen. "Lady, I literally live in a van down by the river," the asshole said flatly. "I'm already there. If you want to join me, that's on you."
Limestone's lips briefly quirked upwards. "Nice self-own. Want to save us both time and trip over your own feet?"
"Oh, you wish I'd make it that easy for you."
"That is why I am asking."
The other woman rolled her eyes. "Cute."
"Bitch, I'm—"
That brought the other to an abrupt halt, leaving Limestone stumbling forward a few more steps before she backed up. "Okay, okay, banter established. You going to do something about it or wha—"
At which point Limestone threw the first punch. Which, to her credit, her opponent ducked. She then sprang up with an uppercut that left Limestone backpedaling, followed by a kick to keep her from closing the space again. "If you're serious," the purple girl said, guard up, "I know a few bushes where we can duke it out without anyone interfering."
"Like cops?" Limestone risked a glance to see if her action had any unforeseen consequences. Thankfully, she'd gotten lucky thus far.
"Exactly."
"Lead the way, then."
They exchanged a nod, the purple girl taking the lead. "You know, most people back down when I start actually hitting them."
"I'm a business major," said Limestone. "Most conversations I've had for the last year have ended with me wanting to punch someone. Now I actually get to."
The other furrowed her brow. "I don't get the specifics, but I know how not being allowed to punch things feels."
"Do you have any strong feelings about AI?"
That got a few moment of silent contemplation as they reached a stand of especially thick undergrowth that would shield them from any onlookers. Finally, her guide hesitantly asked, "They should have stopped making Eliminator movies after the second one?"
Limestone shut her eyes and basked in the moment.
After a few seconds, her new best friend cleared her throat. "Are you actually crying right now?"
"I'm just... so happy," said Limestone, wiping her eyes.
"Yeah, I can tell," said the other girl. Limestone couldn't tell if she was actually disgusted or had just gone back to her resting bitch tone. Either way, she jerked a thumb towards the rest of the park. "Look, if we're not going to keep hitting each other, I'm—"
At which point Limestone threw her second punch.
Pinkie said nothing; this was far outside her own friendship experience, and she doubted Twilight's much vaunted sister-in-law-to-be could offer much either.
As she closed the container of disinfectant, Marble wasn't so restrained. "Hmm."
Limestone blushed, which made for an interesting counterpoint against the many neon green bandages. "Look, Pinkie's the social one. Besides, you haven't had to listen to dipshits insist that automated text vomit is The Future™ all year."
"Hmm?" said Marble as she led the way out of the bathroom.
"Oh, that's easy," said Pinkie, happy to chip in on familiar territory. "Like This™."
"Mmm®?"
"Close."
Limestone sighed. "You get enough self-important legacy brats trying to chat you up, you learn a thing or two whether you like it or not."
Pinkie led them into the kitchen. The lime was a little dried out, but nothing irrecoverable had happened. She started the oven again and said, "So did trying to tear each other to pieces ever actually turn into angry makeouts, or are you two just going to go fight in a Dobbin's parking lot later?"
"A proper young lady does not kiss and tell," said Limestone, arms crossed and nose in the air.
Pinkie gave that a nod. "That's what Mom says, sure. Pretty sure the only proper young lady here is Marble."
Marble blushed at that. "Mmm..."
Her sisters both perked up at the admission "Good for you!" cried Pinkie, who had moved on to sifting flour.
"If he ever hurts you, let us know." Limestone drove a fist into her palm. "I'll crush him like a grape."
"Mmm?"
Limestone looked over her outfit, wincing as she stuck a finger through one of the holes in her top. "Oh. Yeah. She really did a number on it, huh?"
"Eh, Rarity says grunge is coming back," said Pinkie, kneeling to get a better sightline as she measured out the wet ingredients. "So, round two. Fight?"
"We're not even going to a Dobbin's. Pretty sure you won't have anything to worry about there."
Pinkie bopped Limestone on the nose with a wooden spoon before she started mixing the batter. "Well at least get her name, silly. I'm sure I've met someone who looks like Twilight but mean and slightly green. I just can't think of who."
“And you never got her name?” said Adagio.
Aria rolled her eyes as best she could amid the other sirens' less than tender ministrations. At least it was a nice enough day that they could put out a folding chair for her rather than try to maneuver in the van. “I think you can agree what we did was much more important.”
“Yes," said Adagio, pulling another splinter out of Aria's knuckles, "but now we don’t know if this seductress has any siblings.”
“I’m soooo jealous," added Sonata, who was doodling with the styptic pencil again. "And you couldn’t even feed off her negativity!”
“Could still taste her." Aria grinned in anticipation. "Dinner’s gonna be great. Might start another fight there, get kicked out of Taco Rico.”
Sonata gasped, bolting up from where she was supposed to be dealing with the gash on Aria's shin. “But… but I love Taco Rico!”
“I know." Aria sneered. "And this way you won’t be able to drag me there every other day.”
“You’re the worst!”
“You are!”
“Ladies!" Adagio punctuated the shout by jabbing the tweezers between Aria's ribs, getting her to sit back down. "And I do use that term loosely. Can you at least stop being idiots long enough for me to finish putting Aria back together for this evening?”
“Fine, fine. Why does Aria always get the good nemeses?” Sonata muttered as she sulked her way into the van.
“Because you have resting cute face,” Aria called after her.
Squeaking springs announced Sonata flopping onto the couch. “Do not!”
“Stop bickering," Adagio said in her "I am actually one step from killing you" voice, "or you’re both getting an eyeful of disinfectant.”
“Fine,” chorused her siblings, basking in the ashen glow of sisterly love.
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Slippery Slope
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562858
| 1 |
Applejack,Main 6,Pinkie Pie,Rainbow Dash,Twilight Sparkle,Anthro,Porn,Random,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Fetish,Sex
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Suiting Up
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Twilight and her friends put each other on for a night of fun.
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complete
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<p>When Pinkie Pie procures a batch of lifelike skinsuits that perfectly resemble the Mane Six, Twilight and her friends engage in their deepest desires and put each other on for a night of fun.</p><hr/><p>This was inspired by an awesome series of images made by a friend in my Discord server! Thumbnail is a cropped image used with his permission.</p><p><b>WARNING: This story has no literary value whatsoever, expect pure smut ahead!</b><br/>Story contains: skinsuits, dirty talk</p>
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mature
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2024-08-03T21:17:04+00:00
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2024-08-03T21:17:04+00:00
| 428 |
If you'd like to see the full NSFW thumbnail, I'm not allowed to attach it here, so please DM me and ask, or join my server to see the full set of pics, I swear it'll improve the reading experience :3
"It's a shame that Fluttershy and Rarity aren't here to join us," said Rainbow Dash, tantalizingly dangling the Fluttershy skinsuit in front of her. "I bet Fluttershy would have loved seeing herself with a cock this big."
"Well, we tried our best," remarked Applejack, "but you know how big those two are on keeping their dignity intact." She sighed as she began slipping her leg into the hollow Rarity skinsuit. "I guess I always had kind of a thing for Rarity. At the least, I hope she'd be flattered that I’d want to try her on. And no means no, so we'll have to do without them, I'm afraid."
"Are you kidding?" exclaimed Pinkie Pie. "Those two are probably holed up in their rooms, going to town on themselves in their suits already! Reaaally says a lot that they haven't returned the ones I lent them, and that they haven’t been out in public much as of late…" She slid her arms into the currently inverted Twilight skinsuit's arms, readying to suit up.
"Alright, girls. Quiet down," Twilight sighed as she began straightening out her Pinkie skinsuit with her magic, getting rid of all the folds and creases. "No need to be disappointed; 'Fluttershy' and 'Rarity' will be with us in just a moment, after all~"
"Yeah!" exclaimed Rainbow Dash. "That's some good thinking. And then they'll be the ones wondering where Rainbow Dash and Applejack wandered off. They were so eager to wear these skinsuits and have some fun with their good friends, after all." She winked at Twilight, who winked back.
"Come on, Twilight. I'm already wet just thinking about it," whined Pinkie Pie. "I'm horny already and I don't think I can last another minute without putting this thing on."
"That's not just 'this thing,'" said Twilight, "that's me. The prettiest (and sexiest) skinsuit in all of Equestria." She stuck out her tongue. "You’d better play me really well, okay?"
"Don't you trust your bestie, Twilight?" Pinkie held up one of the Twilight skinsuit's dangling, empty arms and flopped it in Twilight's direction. "I've known you forever!"
"Well, seeing as I'm about to become her, I guess you're right," said Twilight.
While Twilight and Pinkie were having their little back and forth, Applejack and Rainbow Dash were trading glances at each other.
"Maybe it's better Fluttershy and Rarity ain't here after all," Applejack mumbled.
Rainbow Dash snickered. "Yeah! Can you imagine how red Fluttershy would get, seeing herself tugging at her face, stroking that big dick until she cums? I think that might just scare her right away. I'll let her have her own little private time away from the rest of us."
Applejack gave Rainbow Dash a wink and a nod. "Yeah, I reckon so." She turned to Twilight and Pinkie, who were still chattering. "Now, I don't mean to butt in, but I've been yearning to get this skinsuit on as well."
Twilight sighed again. "Alright, girls. Sorry about that. So, are we ready to become a new us?"
"Ready!" the girls exclaimed.
"Great," said Twilight. "Then, it's suit-up time."
Stepping into the middle of the room, she began stretching out the bottom of the suit, causing its pink legs to distort unnaturally as she slipped her hooves through them to wriggle in. "Just follow my lead now, take it nice and slow." The other girls nodded and went to work.
Rainbow Dash and Applejack followed suit, their hooves slotting neatly into the Fluttershy and Rarity skinsuits, making sure they fit snugly by wriggling their new hooves. Pinkie's skinsuit was a little unconventional: since it was in two parts, she took the pieces starting from the torso upward and wriggled her head and arms into it, almost like a rubbery sweater.
From there, the processes began diverging a little, each mare having to deal with their own separate new appendages they had to put on. While Twilight had to hoist up Pinkie's chubbier legs over herself and slip her tail into Pinkie's much poofier one, Rarity's white, lithe legs were a pretty snug fit for Applejack already. Applejack shivered as she felt Rarity's smooth legs tightening around her own, almost like a second skin. Rainbow Dash had to work around Fluttershy's cock, almost using it as a handle to hoist up the rest of her lower body. It was weighty and long, dangling from her crotch with noticeable heft.
Meanwhile, Pinkie's fingers protruded unnaturally from the Twilight skinsuit's arms as they tried digging deeper into her skin, until eventually, the skinsuit fully stretched and Pinkie found her fingers fully wrapped within Twilight's. The feeling of Twilight's skin tightly hugging her own body was intoxicating, like a tight embrace. Shifting her shoulders back and forth, she prepared to stuff her neck through the hollow neck insert and into Twilight's inviting, empty mask.
The room was quiet now except for the sounds of stretching rubber and occasional grunts or groans. As Twilight, Rainbow Dash, and Applejack pulled the suits over their nether regions, they moaned as the skinsuits encased them in their most sensitive areas. Twilight and Applejack had to resist every urge not to start stroking their new pussies on the spot, given how wet they were already. Meanwhile, to Rainbow Dash, it almost seemed as if all sensation from her dripping cunt went numb, and soon it was replaced by the erect fullness of Fluttershy's rapidly hardening cock. She released it with a yelp, every touch against it sending jolts of pleasure up her spine. Though no one mentioned it out loud, the scent of arousal hung thick in the air, mingling with the smell of latex and rubber as they all adjusted their new faux skins.
Pinkie heard the girls' moans from deep inside her own skinsuit and laughed. Her voice came out muffled from inside the material. "Not sure who's getting it better—you guys getting to explore your new mare and stallion bits or me, who..." With a big heave, she grabbed Twilight's mask and tugged it all the way down over her head. It stretched awkwardly, empty mouth and eye holes warping around Pinkie's face, limp horn and snout dangling and wobbling around.
Pinkie improvised, sticking part of her mane into Twilight's horn to cause it to shoot out with a pop. Twilight's face squeaked vigorously against hers. She followed it up by sticking her tongue within Twilight's rubber tongue insert. Stretching at her cheeks, she pulled them all the way back, causing her eyes to line up perfectly, but her own pink mouth to protrude slightly from Twilight's slack and open one.
"...Me, who gets to steal Twilight's face earlier than all of you." Because she wasn't wearing Twilight's face all the way, it almost sounded as if she was talking in a dual tone, Twilight's and Pinkie's voices overlapping with the same timbre. She tugged at the skin fold under her eye, revealing pink fur underneath. She grinned and stuck her tongue out at the real Twilight.
Twilight flushed a shade of crimson more than she already was. "Gosh, Pinkie. That's super freaky but crazy hot! Seeing myself covered over you like that, nnf…"
"Yeppers!" exclaimed Pinkie. "You're a sexy mare, but even sexier when draped over somepony else. And I must say, my ass suits you quite well."
Twilight yelped, realizing she was leaning back and giving her friends a full view, and quickly covered her behind with Pinkie's tail. A moment later, she lifted it away with a wry smile. "I don't think I have to worry so much," she said, "given it's Pinkie's ass you're seeing and not mine. And soon she'll be showing you a lot more skin too~"
"You got that right," agreed Pinkie, who continued stretching Twilight's face over hers. Now, more in Twilight's voice, she added, "and you'll be seeing a lot more of 'Twilight' too." Tugging Twilight's snout over her own one last time, she pulled at it and released it with a loud snap, and all at once, all of Twilight's features lined up perfectly over her, leaving a foolproof disguise.
"Half the suit and I'm already squirming," said Rainbow Dash. "Come on, I can't wait to get this thing on all the way." With a great heave, she hoisted Fluttershy's limp and heavy torso over her own, relieved Fluttershy's small, perky breasts were not as heavy as her brand new member. Yellow arms dangling uselessly at her sides, she held her arms together and almost dove into the suit, watching elatedly as the hollow arms became filled out with her own and, almost as if pumped to life, snapped attentive at her sides. Carefully, she inserted her wings into Fluttershy's empty wing slots, cooing as the delicate membrane enveloped her.
Applejack watched all of this with great fascination, her breath coming in faster as she watched the visceral transformation. Almost absent-mindedly, she grabbed her Rarity suit by its rubbery head and began pulling it up in a more deliberate way. Wouldn't want to ruin Rarity's delicate mane, of course. But nonetheless, the process was much the same, and soon she was wriggling her own fingers up Rarity's arms as well.
For Twilight's part, instead of picking Pinkie's skin up, she let it dangle down, and instead bent down even further to lower herself into Pinkie's loose skin. Bending, then straightening her elbows, one arm was filled with a satisfying schick, then another. Now, picking up Pinkie's head, she prepared to pull up the rest of her suit.
"Pinkie," said Rainbow Dash with a smirk, "you've been staring at us for like a minute now. Save that for after the suits are on! Come on, keep putting Twilight on."
Pinkie scoffed. "Don't worry. If you mean Twilight's legs, it's no harder than putting on a pair of pants. Imagine that—putting on your friend's skin like a pair of pants! A pair of purple, stretchy, very aroused pants." She laughed at her own joke and grabbed the detached skin from the bench next to her. "Okie-dokie-lokie, one fully suited Twilight coming right up!"
The other mares nodded and resumed their suiting up processes. They all gasped a second time as they lifted up their respective skins by their heads, feeling new breasts encase theirs and leaving only their heads unmasked.
"This is one heck of an exciting new experience," said Twilight. "Do you think I should write to Princess Celestia about this one?" She giggled as her friends responded with a resounding no.
"Well, it was worth a try. Faust knows I'd like to see Celestia and Luna wear each other for a while. Maybe they'd be into it as much as we are."
"At the very least," said Applejack, "if Princess Luna has seen some of our dreams, she's had plenty of time to decide. Or plenty of time to participate on her own."
"I guess so," said Rainbow Dash dreamily. "I guess being able to control all the other ponies in our dreams is a kind of suiting of its own. Like, she could just disguise herself as anypony she wanted and do anything she wanted to us. Sounds totally awesome." Gosh, she was jealous indeed.
"We can make it happen too," enthused Pinkie. "Just give me some time, and I'll have more suits at the ready so we can suit up as any mare, stallion, or creature from our wildest dreams. Getting to fool the ponies of Equestria for real, not just in some dream! Imagine how fun it would be to prank some unfortunate stallion by putting on some cute mare you didn't even know."
"Yeah," Rainbow Dash said dreamily. "And pretty hot. Count me in." She extended Fluttershy's arm, and Pinkie shook it with Twilight's hand. Rainbow's empty Fluttershy mask jiggled as it dangled from her neck, and Pinkie twitched as she was tickled by Fluttershy's cock lightly brushing up against her fur.
"Okay, girls!" chipped Twilight. "Last step. Here we go!" She took Pinkie's head dangling from her neck, lowered her head, and slipped it inside.
Rainbow Dash and Applejack followed suit, inserting ears, snouts, eyes, and manes into Fluttershy's and Rarity's awaiting heads. They all huffed as they adjusted their new facial features to perfection like they'd seen Pinkie doing a few minutes earlier. While it was quite straightforward for Rainbow Dash to slip her own face into the confines of her childhood friend's, Twilight had to help herself and Applejack out. In a moment of inspiration, she concocted an improvised plan using portals to conceal her own horn right on top of Applejack's head, allowing them to both slot into their respective disguises with greater ease.
At the same time, Pinkie sat back on the bench and held out the Twilight skin's legs in front of her, kicking her hooves into them quickly. Sticking out her tongue in concentration, she slotted them in about halfway before hopping to her hooves, standing straight up and hopping around, each hop carrying Twilight's skin further up and over her.
Twilight, Rainbow Dash, and Applejack moaned as hollow space filled up and holes were stretched over their eager faces. The more the hollow masks gave way to their own, the more their voices began to morph into those of the ponies they were putting on.
They were all so close now. Just a few finishing touches.
In one sweeping move, Pinkie slid the last of Twilight over her, tail popping all the way into Twilight's and yanking Twilight's waist over hers. Tucking in the skin folds to make the seam less obvious, now she was the one moaning as Twilight's marehood enveloped her own.
"Twilight Sparkle, Pinkie's perfect purple ponysuit puppet, at your service! And- o-ohhhh," she murmured, feeling arousal bubbling within her. "See? Told ya it wouldn't take so long."
It was Rainbow Dash who finished next. "Oh, come on!" she groaned. "How come you always win the weird stuff, even in this?" Realizing she said it in Fluttershy's voice, she cleared her throat. "Um, I mean, that's quite impressive of you, Twilight. Hi... I'm Fluttershy." Her dick twitched, betraying her newly acquired air of innocence.
Next, all of Rarity's features snapped perfectly over Applejack's. "Rarity, Equestria's newest fashion extraordinaire! Clothing designer and a piece of clothing being worn all at the same time, ready to bedazzle! Why, wouldn't it be just the twist if the pony most opposite my tastes were the one wearing me right now?" She giggled delicately and fluttered her eyes at the others.
Just to herself, she added, "Wow, Applejack, you sure know how to fill me out. Why, I absolutely adore being worn as your second skin, darling."
Twilight was the last to finish. "And best for last," she proclaimed. "Pinkie Pie! Equestria's funniest, horniest, silliest, craziest baker and now secret skinsuit maker! It's time to party!" With a small blush, she looked shyly at 'Twilight'. "Gosh, your voice sure is hard to get right. Did that come out okay?"
'Twilight' giggled. "Why are you asking me, you silly filly? I'm Twilight Sparkle! I couldn't possibly know how that chaotic brain of yours could possibly work, Pinkie." She grinned cheekily.
'Pinkie Pie' laughed. "I guess you're right. In that case… it sure would be a shame if everypony knew about this mare's scandalous secrets…" She turned toward her friends and presented her glistening pussy, stroking circles around it as she moaned. "And this party pony is feeling a little feisty just about now…"
"Ohhh, Pinkie, you've always been the wild one," said 'Rarity' seductively. "Just imagine all the scandalous things we'll do!"
"Oh, I don't know about that," said 'Fluttershy' meekly. "I couldn't do that sort of thing, even with a friend… h-hey!"
Against her will, she saw her hand glow purple with Rarity's magic, as Twilight lit her horn still hidden underneath the Rarity skinsuit and began dragging Fluttershy's hand closer to her, fingers jerking awkwardly before landing in 'Pinkie's' honey pot.
"Fluttershy, you're supposed to be innocent," 'Twilight' whispered playfully. "But with that big cock, you're anything but!"
'Fluttershy' blushed as 'Pinkie' let out a guttural moan from all the fingers 'Fluttershy' had so roughly plunged into her. "N-not fair…"
'Rarity' chortled amusedly as she felt Twilight's horn light up and tingle above her head. She turned toward 'Twilight', who was staring expectantly at her. "Well, while our friends seem occupied with each other," she said seductively, "why not show this unicorn mare how to have a good time?"
'Twilight' nodded eagerly, and soon they lunged at each other, masked mouths entwining in a series of intense and passionate kisses.
"Ohhh yes," groaned 'Rarity', feeling the heat build between them. "Let's play this game of desire to the fullest, darling. Show me what you've got."
'Fluttershy' continued to finger 'Pinkie' with renewed vigor. "Mmm, you're so wet," she whispered breathlessly. "Feels like you're just begging to be taken."
'Pinkie' shuddered as the pleasure built within her. "I can't hold back any longer! Fuck me, Fluttershy, fuck me until I can't think straight!"
'Rarity' turned her attention back to 'Twilight'. "You’d better fill me up… with all your ‘magic’, darling."
'Twilight' nodded eagerly and pulled 'Rarity' closer, their lips meeting in a heated kiss once more.
The intoxicating scent of their excitement, the tight embrace of their suits against their bodies, and the electric anticipation drove them all wilder, arousal only heightening as the night drew on. As the suited mares lost themselves in pleasure, they all shared one thought in common: this was going to be a long night, and a night to remember…
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Epipole
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562861
| 1 |
Other,Dark,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Death
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The Hayseed Settlement
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A collection of local legends, concerning the founding and destruction of a settlement within what would become the Hayseed Swamp.
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complete
| -1 | -1 |
<p>A collection of local legends, concerning the founding and destruction of a settlement within what would become the Hayseed Swamp.</p>
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teen
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2024-08-03T21:53:03+00:00
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2024-08-03T21:53:03+00:00
| 45 |
In the one hundred and forty-third year, a young sorceress, learned in the arts magical and mundane, traveled south of the Horseshoe Bay in search of new land to settle.
On the fifteenth day of the fifth month, the sorceress arrived at the mouth of a major river and sought to establish a settlement.
The sorceress directed the earth ponies in tilling the fields, and aided in the construction of irrigation channels;
The sorceress directed the construction of great open-topped vessels for the pegasi to direct the rain into, and established a schedule for the local weather;
The sorceress constructed a granary to store the harvest, and aided the unicorns in constructing a barrier with which to keep out the wild beasts;
And the sorceress established a school for the village’s young, and upon the proper time the sorceress collected the tax and arranged for its delivery to Canterlot.
Through the sorceress’s words and deeds, the village gathered a bountiful harvest upon the turning of the seasons; and so it is said that a wise and powerful leader shall deliver great prosperity onto their ponies.
And so the village came together to construct a grand tower for the sorceress. The earth ponies quarried great blocks of stone and delivered them to the site; the pegasi delivered furnishings from across the land; the unicorns lent their power to the sorceress’s finest enchantments; and an emissary from Canterlot arrived to grant the sorceress a noble title.
Just as a wise and powerful leader shall deliver great prosperity onto their ponies, it is said that such a leader will receive great prosperity in turn.
In the one hundred and eighty-second year, there was a prosperous settlement upon the mouth of a major river south of the Horseshoe Bay. It was ruled by an old and powerful sorceress, who was obsessed with controlling her ponies from her tower. This was of little concern to the villagers, for in those times it was said that all great leaders must have some strange behaviors; and the sorceress was indeed a great leader, for the settlement had greatly prospered under her rule.
However, the sorceress’s desire for control would only grow. Eventually the sorceress sought to obtain a level of control which was altogether improper for a leader to desire, and she intended to use the villagers to aid her in this goal.
First, the sorceress took the unicorns of the village. She would appear among the dwellings and disable one or two unicorns, and she would bring them with her back into the tower. Some resisted, but though the village had a school it did not teach the magical arts, and so none had the ability to defeat the sorceress. In this fashion, the sorceress took eighty-three mares, twenty-two stallions, and sixteen foals.
Though the three tribes had long since learned to live beside each other in peace, in this time it was rare for ponies of one tribe to truly care about members of another. And so the remaining villagers did not overly worry themselves - the unicorns did not contribute to working the fields or keeping the weather, and so they were not vital to the functioning of the village.
Second, the sorceress took the pegasi of the village. The sorceress would ambush pegasi as they slept, in twos or threes, and she would take them into the tower. There were some pegasi who could fly fast enough to evade the sorceress, and high enough to escape her reach; but the sorceress was patient, and every pegasus eventually sleeps. In this fashion, the sorceress took two hundred and eleven mares, sixty-seven stallions, and forty foals.
At this time only the earth pony villagers remained, and they were still unconcerned. The pegasi did not work the fields, after all - and the village had irrigation channels to gather water from the river, and so it was said among the villagers that the pegasi were not vital to the functioning of the village.
Third, the sorceress came for the earth ponies of the village. The earth ponies gathered in great bands to defend each other upon realizing the threat, but they could not contest the sorceress’s magic and could not fly out of her reach. A number of them attempted to escape and seek help from a nearby settlement, but were ambushed on the road. A number more fortified themselves within the dwellings of the village, but the sorceress was patient and had grown in strength. In this fashion, the sorceress took seven hundred and fifty-nine mares, two hundred and ten stallions, and one hundred and eighty foals.
If the villagers still had pegasi or unicorns among them, they could have perhaps escaped the sorceress’s reach; and if all the tribes of the village worked together, they could have perhaps defeated the sorceress.
And so it is said that to ignore the contributions of the other tribes is to invite disaster for yourself and your kin; and it is said that a threat to your neighbor is a threat to yourself, no matter your neighbor’s tribe.
In the fifth month of the one hundred and eighty-third year, there was a dark sorceress in a tower near the mouth of a major river. The sorceress sought knowledge of how to seize the emotions from a pony, and how to dominate a pony’s very mind. The sorceress, in seeking this knowledge, performed acts so profane as to create enemies of all the tribes.
On the eleventh day of the fifth month, a group of scholar-mage unicorns teleported nearby to the tower, whereupon they used their magical senses and instruments to determine the nature of the sorceress’s actions.
For one day and one night the mages cast their strongest spells. The mages employed fire, ice, lighting, and various other energies both magical and mundane in a bombardment strong enough to sunder any fortress. But the sorceress was herself learned of the magical arts and of great power, and used both to defend from the mages. When the sun rose the next morning, the tower yet stood.
On the twelfth day of the fifth month, a war-band of pegasi flew from the north; they beheld the ruins of the nearby settlement, and learned the nature of the sorceress’s actions.
For one day and one night, the skies themselves raged against the tower. The pegasi employed winds strong enough to clear a forest, bolts of lighting thicker than a pony’s trunk, and a tornado the size of the tower itself. But the tower was of the finest mundane construction, and all of its windows and hatches had long since been sealed. When the sun rose the next morning, the tower yet stood.
On the thirteenth day of the fifth month, a militia of earth ponies marched from the west. Through their connection to the land they learned the nature of the sorceress’s actions.
For one day and one night, the earth ponies communed with the land. Great tremors rose from the depths of the earth; the river burst its banks and flooded the area; the rock and soil softened, causing nearby buildings to sink and collapse. It is said that even to this day, the land is completely unsuitable for farming or construction. But the tower was constructed upon a rocky outcropping and had an extensive foundation. When the sun rose the next morning, the tower yet stood.
On the fourteenth day of the fifth month, an emissary from Canterlot arrived bearing two messages with the royal seal. The emissary approached the tower and, opening the first message, began to read it to the sorceress.
The message consisted of a plea from the royal princess. “Come to your senses!” Wrote the princess, “If you surrender yourself, there need not be any more death. You have until the sun sets on the fourteenth day.”
The sun set; there was no response from the sorceress. The emissary approached the gathered war-hosts and opened the second message. It contained orders from the royal princess; the hosts were to leave the site of the tower, and must be at least twenty leagues away by dawn.
On the fourteenth night of the fifth month, the unicorns teleported back to their towers and campuses, the pegasi flew back to the great northern cloudbanks, and the earth ponies marched back to their homes and farms.
On the fifteenth day of the fifth month of the one hundred and eighty-third year, it is said that the sun itself came down from the heavens in order to render its judgment. Of the sorceress and her tower, nothing remained.
It is said that, sometime during the third century, in a poisonous swamp somewhere south of the Horseshoe Bay, a tree grew from a rocky outcropping. It is from this tree the changelings were born.
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Foal Star
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562863
| 1 |
Princess Celestia,Princess Luna,Royal Guard,Slice of Life,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
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Phoenix Flu
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The Royal Guard doing a night shift one evening are suddenly regressed into foals and Princess Celestia and Luna both have to team up caring for them and administering a cure
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incomplete
| 10 | 2 |
<p>This story takes place mid-season two.</p><p>Cannon Feather is a new royal guard doing his best to keep the castle safe, but one evening, he and all of his brothers and sisters on duty suddenly, without warning, regressed into foals. It doesn't take long for the princesses to discover this and put a plan in action to find out what caused them to regress and find a cure. The Princesses learn it's an ancient disease called "phoenix flu," and they now have to quarantine the castle to keep it from spreading and care for the foals as they administer the cure. Meanwhile, Cannon Feather and his fellow royal guards get up to some fun shenanigans to keep the princesses busy.</p>
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teen
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2024-08-03T22:43:04+00:00
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2024-08-03T23:16:35+00:00
| 292 |
It was another dull day as a royal guard. Cannon Feather was the standard pegasus guard, with a blue mane and eyes. His cutie mark was a safety cone with two wings sprouting from it. The only thing that made him stand out was that his left wing was shorter than the right one and was a bit deformed. He just started as a royal guard watching them, dealing with the nonstop boredom of staring down a wall and wondering if anything interesting would happen. But at the same time, he was glad that nothing crazy was happening as he wanted to make a good impression. The stallion sneezed and wiped his face with his hoof as he continued his watch.
“Bless you.”
“Thanks.”
He turned to his wing pony, an older grey-coated unicorn with a greying silver mane, green eyes, and a subtle beard growing around his face, and said, “I apologize, but I think I’m catching a cold. It kind of came out of nowhere.”
“Don’t worry about it, kid. Maybe you should take some sick leave? You’ve been running yourself ragged since joining the guard.”
“Just trying to show that I’m useful. Make a good first impression, you know?”
“You can’t make a good first impression being sick and getting others sick too. I’ll talk to Captain Shining Armor into getting you some sick leave; he’s more reasonable than you think.”
“Okay, you’re probably right,” the stallion mumbled as he sniffled. He didn’t want to be treated like a foal the first month on the job, but Bucket had a point: He felt under the weather and could rest.
The stallion was led down, then sneezed, and without warning, he was staring upward, seeing everything seemed to be much larger than him. At first, the stallion was confused, seeing that he was now looking upward and his partner was the same size. He was petite, chubby, and looked a lot like a foal. Bucket looked around and asked, “Wh…what’s happening!?”
He looked around as their armor and spears were scattered on the ground. Cannon rose up on his chubby legs and waddled to Bucket Bridle, “Hey Bucket! I think we got turned into babies.”
“Ya think!?” the former stallion shouted, getting up and looking around his own chubby body. He looked at himself in the reflection of his helmet and grumbled, “Yeah, we got turned into babies, alright?”
Cannon blinked, surprised that his wing pony was taking this so casually, and asked, “Uh, ya not surprised?”
The colt shrugged, “Eh, crazy stuff like tis happens often here. We should go find Captain Shiny and warn him, though. But first, we need foal supplies. My wife dropped some off in the barracks while I cared for my son today.”
Cannon Stepped back and waved a hoof in front of him, “Seriously, no way!? Ya not saying we need diapers?”
“Hopefully not, but it’s better to be safe than sorry. Come on!”
“Fine.”
Cannon Feather waddled after he followed Bucket Bridle to the barracks, and it was quite a trot as their smaller bodies made the trip much longer than if they were adults. However, as they approached the barracks, they looked around, seeing some soldiers fast asleep. Still, to their dismay, the former adult all were babies now nestled in their blankets, some sucking on them or their hooves.
Cannon then whispered to Bucket, “Should we wake them?”
Bucket shook his head. " In my experience, babies fast asleep should stay asleep; they’ll just cry or get cranky. Besides, we work together faster to figure out what’s going on ta better.”
They then slowly trotted through the dark room, doing their best not to make any noise. They eventually came to Bucket’s cot. He took out a diaper bag, and they dragged it out of the room. Once they were out of the barracks, the slightly older colt pulled out the supplies and two diapers.
Cannon blushed and whined, “Do we seriously gots to wear them?”
“Sorry, I'm not going to risk you making a mess. We babies, I don't know how much control we have.”
They then took turns powdering each other's flanks and then strapping themselves in fresh diapers. Cannon admired the cute blueprints of swords and shields. It was still embarrassing, though.
“We also should fill up before heading to find Shiny.” He pulled out some bottles, made some formula, and shook them using the little scoop. Cannon watched it bubble and froth and saw it steam a little. “What is that?”
“Magic formula my wife gets for our baby automatically warms up. No bottle heater is required.”
The two then took their bottles and started to suckle down the contents with Cannon, loving the smooth, slightly sweet flavor. After finishing Bucket, they put the empty bottles in the bag before going on their way.
The two colts made their way up the stairs as they both struggled quite abit in their new pudgy bodies and eventually made it to Captain Shining Armor’s office. The two guards posted there were now foals, too! Both were fast asleep around their armor and suckling on their hooves. Bucket groaned, “Hopefully, Captain Shiny didn’t get turned into a foal, too! Hurry!”
The two colts burst through the door and found it empty until a bubble shield went around them, and a tiny white-coated foal came out, “Got ya!”
Cannon fell into it and plopped back down on his padded rear as Bucekt snapped, “Come on, Shiny, it’s me, Bucket Bridle!”
“Bucket Bridel? Ya got turned into a baby, too?”
“Yeah, not just us, but a lot of royal guards are babies now.”
Shining dissipated the bubble as they turned to see him in the light. The former Captain of the guard was now a chubby little colt with little whisps of his blue mane and tail. He also still had his cutie mark, though, which Cannon checked his flank to see if he still had it. The colt then rolled his eyes, “Ugh!? So it’s just you two!?”
“Yeah, we saw your guards posted outside, and they're now babies, too. Whatever is going on, it’s spreading.”
Cannon then asked, “Do you know what’s going on?”
Shining shrugged. “I don’t have a clue. I was busy doing paperwork, then I found myself shrinking, and now I’m like this!”
He threw a hoof over his body, “We gotta find out who's doing this and stop them before they turn princesses into babies! Or worse, my marefriend finds me like this!”
Bucket nodded and said, “That would be bad. We should prioritize ensuring their safety; it’s our first priority as royal guards, babies or not.”
“Yeah, just because I am a baby doesn’t mean I am not gonna help the princesses!” Shining Armor declared.
Cannon scratched his mane and replied, “Um, you guys are forgetting something. We’re foals!? We can’t do anything, even if we get to them!”
Shining shrugged, “They’ll underestimate us, or at the very least, we can check and make sure they're okay. Ten find other guards who aren’t babies and make sure they are on alert. We can’t just sit around and do nothing.”
“So…we should go to ta princesses quickly!”
“Right! I thought I saw Princess Luna heading to the kitchen.… I was too embarrassed to go to her, but we should go check on her or try to communicate with her.”
“Alright, captain Shining, you lead the way,” Bucket replied.
He then got in front of the trio and pointed a hoof forward, “Move out!” as the three ran across the hall and headed down the stairs.
The trek down the stairs took abit longer than anticipated, but the three eventually made it to the kitchen. There, they saw Princess Luna munching on some cookies. As Bucket Bridle was going to say something, Shining Armor ran to her, shouting, “Hey, Princess Lulu! We guards who got turned into babies—you need to warn your sister and help us turn back to adults!”
She looked downwards and said, “Well, look, do we have a foal here?”
Shining started to get angry, stomping his little hooves, and snapped, “What? Don’t act like you can’t understand me!”
Luna levitated him up with her magic until he was eye-level with her, chuckling, “My goodness, it’s way past your bedtime, little one, and also, you look way too young to be without what do they call them now…diapers?”
The colt kicked and cried, but she nestled him onto her back. " Do not worry, little one. I will find some foal supplies and tuck you to sleep. In the morning, I’ll go find your parents. I’ll bet one of the staff brought their foals to work and left them here. Whoever did will get quite the scolding for being so neglectful. You could get lost or hurt.”
As Luna trotted to her bedroom, Cannon whispered, “From what we saw, it seems like they can’t understand us.”
Bucket just sighed, shaking his head. “I was going to tell the captain to wait in case Princess Luna can’t understand us, but he just ran off!”
“Guess he’s gonna get babied for a while, huh?”
Bucket couldn’t help but snicker, then said, “He’s never going to live that down, but luckily, Princess Luna isn’t a baby herself, which is a good thing. Hopefully, the same is true for Princess Tia.”
Cannon blushed, seeing the captain continuing to kick and cry as he said, “We can’t do anything for him now; let’s go to Princess Tia!”
The two then came to the stairs, and at the foot, the two peered upwards as Bucket groaned with a pouty expression, " Stairs again, it was a pain crawling down them; it’s gonna be harder getting back up.”
Cannon maneuvered his body, grasping the ledge of the first step, and wiggled about until he got up, then lent a hoof. Bucket grasped his and groaned being yanked up, and then Cannon nudged his wing pony. “See, you got nothing to worry about. We're going to help each other.”
“Ok,”
The two little colts then started to climb together, coordinating their efforts, taking turns pulling each other up each step and eventually reaching the top as they ran down the halls towards Princess Celestia’s chambers.
The two colts were getting pretty exhausted, having made their way up the stairs as Bucekt whispered, “Being a foal is hard. No wonder my son sleeps after going up and down the steps back home. This is so hard for a baby.”
“Yeah, it takes so much effort to do something so simple. I can’t wait to be back to normal.”
The two colts continued their way to Princess Celestia’s chamber; the guards posted were also babies and fast asleep. Bucket sighed, “This isn’t good at all.”
Cannon was starting to get worried and asked, “Ya think we can turn back to normal?”
“The princesses know lots of strong magic, and I'm sure they’ll turn us back to normal when they realize we’re adults. We have to wake Tia, and I hope she realizes that we are her guards!”
They then went into the princess’ chamber. Lucky for them, the door was slightly ajar, so they pushed it open, revealing to their relief that Princess Celestia was fast asleep in her bed. They then heard horrible gurgling sounds. Not from the princess, they turned to see Philomena coughing and sneezing, making horrible gurgling sounds as it slept.
“It sounds like Philomeinia is sick. Can we help?”
Bucket shook his head, “No,” and added, “First of all, we babies, and even if we were adults—I don’t know anything about Phoenixes, it's best we try to wake Tia!”
The colts ran over to the bed, and then they both looked up to see the foot of the bed was a few feet higher than them. Bucket tried using his magic, but it fizzled and sparked, “Ugh, my magic is useless…any way we can get up there?”
Cannon smirked as he threw out his wings, stepped back, and said, “Can ya give me a boost?”
“Maybe abit, but I won’t be able to levitate ya up there. My horn isn't working.”
“No need, just give me abit of a lift, and I’ll fly to her.”
Cannon then ran forward as quickly as his chubby little baby legs could carry him. He then jumped and flapped as hard as he could, with Bucket grunting. He used whatever stamina he had to boost Cannon onto the bed with a little plop and crinkles from the diaper. Cannon shook himself a little, then waddled over to Celestia’s nose. His eyes were wide, seeing how big the princess was up close, her muzzle being as big as him, and her long, light rainbow mane now swirling around her. He gently came up and tapped a hoof to the mare’s face and whispered, “Tia, wake up, please.”
The princess’ eyes went wide awake as she cried, “Huh, what was that!?”
Cannon fell backward as Celestia looked somewhat confused about seeing a baby near her. She levitated him up to her face, rubbing the sleep from her eyes to make sure she wasn’t dreaming, and then said, "Oh my, what are you doing here?”
“Hey, what about me!”
She then turned to see the little grey-coated unicorn colt and picked him up as well. " Two babies!? Did somepony leave either child here?”
Princess Celestia then lifted the foals onto her back, went to Philomena, and gave her a painful expression: “Oh, Philomena, it pains me to see you like this. I do hope you get better.”
She then headed outside and saw the two other foals on the ground. Princess Celestia blinked and turned the two foals on her back, and it didn’t take long to realize she knew where they came from. “Are you all royal guards?”
The other two nodded and cried, “Yes, you're royal guards!”
Seeing she couldn't understand them, she didn’t acknowledge what they were saying and sighed, “Okay, let’s try to stay calm! First, I needed to find my sister and have her help me find every pony in the castle that had been turned into a foal. Just hold onto my mane, ok?”
The two foals did as they were asked, grasping onto the mare's long strands of hair as the mare threw out her wings and zoomed down the halls to her sister’s chambers.
“Where’s the baby? There he is!” Luna squealed, throwing out her wings from her eyes and making silly faces as the cute baby unicorn colt she found kicked and giggled. The baby was now in a plain white diaper, making his little kicks more adorable.
Luna then tucked the foal around her waist, took out a bottle of formula, and plucked it into his mouth. The colt didn’t take long to suckle down the contents as she cooed, “Such a good baby, yes, you are. After this, you’ll go right to sleep, I guarantee it.”
She then heard her sister shout, “Luna! Are you ok? Answer me!”
Luna blinked as she saw her sister suddenly burst into her chambers with two baby colts on her back. Celestia turned to her and sighed in relief. “Oh, thank, Faust. You’re not a foal.”
The alicorn let out a laugh and scoffed, “Sister, of course, I’m not a foal. Did you have a nightmare?”
She then turned to see the baby angrily bouncing up and down, pointing at the foals on Celesita’s back. " Odd, where are these foals coming from? I swear if one of the castle staff let their foals run loose, they will get more than just a scolding for being so neglectful.”
The princess gulped and said, “Sister, these foals ARE royal guards; something or somepony is turning ponies back into babies! We need to gather everyone affected immediately and ensure they’re saftey.”
Luna blinked and turned to the one she was taking care of. He nodded in agreement, pointed a hoof to his chest, and gasped, “Oh, Faust, I think you’re right.”
She then got up, placed the colt onto her back, and said, “Let’s go; there’s no time to waste!”
It took an hour of the two princesses scouring the halls of the castle and placing all of the regressed royal guards in the throne room; they found some foal supplies and set up a playpen along with some toys to keep the colts and some fillies currently awake busy. Also, about a dozen of them were cranky, and some were crying. But Luna took it upon herself to care for them and was doing her best to hush them gently, ricking them in her wings and plopping bottles or pacifiers into their mouths. After that, the two princesses created a magical barrier around the castle, and then Celestia took out a scroll with a complete listing of who was on shift or using the barracks as sleeping quarters that night. Luckily, the foals’ surprisingly still had their cutie marks. Hence, it was the best way to identify who they were before they were regressed. After ensuring they were all safe, she sighed in relief, “The good news is that we have a full accounting of every guard, and they all are safe,” she then put the scroll away then looked about among the dozen foals some fast asleep while those awake sucking down bottles of milk and added, “the bad news is that every soldier on duty has been turned into a baby.”
Luna slowly got up and gingerly stepped around the little ones and said, “Well, at least they’re safe, and that’s what matters, but how could this happen? If there was a culprit using age spells, which, from what I remember, only a pony who is well-versed in magic can perform, and to do this many would be nearly impossible unless they were an alicorn.”
“Quite right. The first suspect I had in mind was Discord. He would turn all of my guards into helpless foals for his own amusement. But Twilight and her friends just turned him into stone a month ago. It couldn't be him.”
“Then, that leaves that something caused this, some sort of magical curse or ailment.”
Celestia nodded as she tapped a hoof to her chin, thinking of anything she could remember from her studies and experience. The only thing she could think of was a poison joke, but they wouldn’t all be foals if that was the case. She stopped thinking about what caused this for now and said, “Right, can you do me a favor and watch them while I do some research? You seem to be doing well with them.”
Luna put a hoof to her chest and said with pride, “Of course, as you know, I’ve put my fair share of cranky babies back to sleep being the guardian of the night. Do not worry; they will all be sleeping soundly in no time.”
Celestia couldn’t help but smirk and teased, “Well, Nanny Luna, don’t forget you’re also in charge of diaper duty.” She lifted a diaper bag to her sister, who scoffed, showing it off. “Please, the princess of the night does not fear a few soggy diapers. Now quit stalling; go do your research. I will watch over the foals as if they were my own.”
The princess of the sun left for the royal library while Luna lay down with the babies, gingerly tucking them under spare sheets. Celestia then turned off the lights with her magic as the tip of Luna’s horn glowed, using it as a nightlight, and she continued to watch over the dozen foals seeping around her. The princess of the sun was touched by how maternal her sister was and considered that maybe she should set up ways for her to show this side to the populace. It would help ease the tensions of her being used to being Nightmare Moon and would help her sister be more gentle and not just be seen as some pony to be scared of. That was a topic to bring up another time. She’ll focus on finding a cure for her poor royal guards.
Princess Celestia spent the rest of the evening burning the midnight oil, scouring through dozens of books, from hexes to curses to strange magical plants to even superstition and unexplained phenomena. But she couldn’t find anything related to a “regression” epidemic. After raising the sun, Celestia decided to take a break to check on Philomenia. Her pet phoenix was still sick, coughing and crying sorrowfully as it seemed too weak to stand on her perch. After giving her phoenix some food, water, and medicine, it dawned on her…this all started last night when Philomena suddenly got sick. She was reaching, but could Philmoenia’s illness be the cause? She went to her bedside table and picked up a book on phoenixes she was reading before going to bed that night. She then flipped through it to a page she bookmarked and read about the disease known as “phoenix flu” and saw that if a phoenix gets sick, its rebirthing effects could cause mortal ponies to regress into foals and that alicorns are not affected; it even stated that the ponies affected luckily did not lose their memories and they did keep some faculties. She then skimmed through the book, flipping through the pages, looking for a cure, finally seeing that there was a case of it being reported as an epidemic thousands of years ago. The only cure was the princess in the tale gave her milk to the foals, and they returned back to normal.
She paused and dropped the book. Alicorn milk!? Her cheeks were red. Seeing that either she or her sister would have to….would have to… Princess Celestia shook her head, thinking she’d find a way to make it work without it being too weird. The alicorn princess then went to the throne room to check on her sister and the foals. She found Princess Luna looking somewhat exhausted but overall contemptuous of her job. She looked up and whispered, “So, did you learn anything?”
Celestia nodded and explained to her sister what she had read and the rather embarrassing cure she had discovered. Her sister’s eyes widened, her cheeks flushed red, and she squeaked, “Alicorn milk!? Are you serious!?”
The princess of the sun held up a hoof to calm her sister down and whispered, “Listen, we can find a way to make it less weird, but I know a spell that can help us lactate. I had to use it a few times. But it will take a few hours for it to take effect; until then, I’ll just care for the foals throughout the day while you get some sleep.”
Princess Luna begrudgingly nodded and said, “Okay, sister. I trust your judgment; just make it quick.”
Celestia lit her horn and sent a warm glow over them both as it finished. Luna looked back and lifted a leg to check her underside. It wasn’t much different. "It doesn’t seem it worked,” she said.
“As I said, it will take time to take effect; I also recommend drinking a glass of milk before bed to restore the calcium loss from the spell’s effect.”
Luna grumbled as she put her leg down and said, “I don’t look forward to being swollen with milk, but if it’s to help these poor guards, then it’s a small sacrifice to make.”
“Indeed, I do need to send letters to the rest of the castle staff stating that the castle will be closed today and that my assistant Quill Feather will run the kingdom as my proxy… I’ll explain that a magical disease is on the loose, and everyone currently inside has to be quarantined for a day. I’ll purposefully be vague on the details as I do not wish for anypony to know what has occurred for both us and the ponies affected. This will also give us time to administer the cure to our guards, turn them back to normal, and create a cover story as well.”
“Good idea. The fewer ponies know the truth, the better I can imagine the press ridiculing these poor guards even though none of this is their fault.”
Celestia looked downward and said, “Admittedly, this is all my fault. I should have been aware that something like this could happen with Philomena. She never gets sick other than the times she rebirths herself, but I should have read up on this story and taken precautions.”
Luna trotted over, nuzzled her sister, and said, “You did nothing wrong, dear sister, nor did Philomena. It’s just a small, silly curse that we can easily cure. Trust me, we can do this.”
Celestia couldn't help but smile at her sister, and her reassurance did help her not dwell on things. “Well, I better get to work then, and I’ll whip the babies and us some breakfast…would you mind keeping an eye on them for just abit longer?”
Princess Luna waved a hoof with a laugh, “Of course not! They’ve been wonderful and are so much easier to care for than actual foals. They barely cry, and I've only had to change a diaper here and there. I’ll keep them occupied as they wake up.”
“Thank you, sister,” Celestia said, walking towards her room to begin writing the letters. However, at the top of the stairs, she looked back at Luna lying back down with the foals, her horn aglow, and saw how she shook some baby keys and played with some of the ones waking up, keeping them engaged. The princess of the sun couldn’t help but smile and think that Luna should explore this maternal side more as she went to her room to try to mitigate any chaos quarantining the castle would create.
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The world will be destroyed because of MY stupid mistake. You know what I do...? Two words: Changeling VARIANT
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<p>The world will be destroyed because of <i>my</i> stupid mistake. You know what I do...? </p><br/><p>If your guess was, transport a family and their friends into Equestria with some friends in the middle of the Everfree forest in a hole with a tree that produces babies and some knowledge about the world I put them in? Then <i>you're</i> correct!</p><p><span style="color:#EA80B0">Hey! What about me?! </span><span style="font-style:italic;color:#EA80B0">And</span><span style="font-style:italic;color:#EA80B0"> my sis!</span></p><p><i>Um, Shut up! You're going to give spoilers!</i></p>
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I am in a horrifying situation.
First, I’m in a giant hole underground with a bunch of gross sleeping bug-horses with no exit, and two mini ones are lying next to her but I’m not moving because... I don’t know, but I just can’t! Second, she looks like a smaller(not mini) than most of the sleeping bug-horses. Only three were around, but still a little taller, the same height. The rest were tall(the rest, were only two), maybe an adult. Third, There’s a baby horse with a white coat and braided, red and yellow, striped hair and tail. It had unpainted green eyes while glancing at a watch on its hoof. The horse was floating in front of a tree that managed to change and looked like it came straight for a cartoon show.
I already confirmed this wasn’t a dream. Usually when I rarely lucid dream I could wake up whenever I wanted or, if that didn’t work, it always worked if I bit anywhere, then I’d wake up with the place I bit in the dream hurting.
I took a deep breath to calm myself which proved to be a mistake, the baby horse noticed her. Its eyes widened.
” Wait... You’re awake?! It’s not time yet if you’re awake the others might...’It took a deep breath.
“I- You’re a talking horse,” I muttered.
” Oh god...Well, that cuts things short and makes things real harder for you...I was going to make the entrance, or, exit to the burrow but...Well, ImsupposedtoexplainityoubutnowIhavetogosoImgoingtohavetoinsertinformationintoya’llbrain’s! BYE!”. And with a snap, the horse was gone, leaving a note fluttering down.
Argh! MY HEAD! I suddenly had a massive headache, it felt like a piano landed on my head from a tenth-story building like it was a 19’s cartoon! It was enough to make everyone groan and even hiss. When I could finally stand the things that I thought were gross creatures were looking familiar... It was my family(plus friends, but at this point, they’re practically family)!
Mom, Dad, my older brother, Simon, Simon’s friend, Zachi, my Friend, France-soir. Even the smaller ones I recognized as my little brother Kepler, or Kep and his friend Zephi, who is also Zachi’s little sister(I don’t know why their family is obsessed with names starting in Z and ending in I)
They’re Changelings, weird Changelings, we all are! I mean we have very thin griffon tails and eat memories- wait. Where’d I learn all that from? The baby horse-foal gave us information...That means we know everything about what we are and where we are!
“Ugh...Where are we... My head...” The familiar voice of Simon. When I turned to see him I saw his new orange wings buzzing. He had orange eyes, the inside of the frill thingies, and that stripe band thing. “Violly? Why are you a Changeling..? Why am I a changeling...? What even is a changeling?! Why do I know so much about Changelings and how we are variants? This shouldn’t happen in a dream!”
“Simon, You’re stressing...’ The familiar calm voice of Zachi calmed my brother down(No, they're not dating but I'm surprised they aren't). She was like Simon, but instead of the things being orange, It was copper, literally. It was shiny like copper, even the wings were kinda shiny.
“Thanks-wait...My brain never copies you so perfectly! This is real! Okay, Simon...As long as you are not dead and still have your humanity, you are good...Okay, I’m done” he sat like a dog like it was completely normal.
‘Violly? You seem like you woke up before us, do you know what happened to...Us...?” Zachi turned to her.
“Well it’d be better if I’d-”
“VI...?”
Something tugged at my leg. The nymph that was leaning on my leg was tugging at it. He had yellow eyes and the other nymph, his friend Zephi, had soft blue eyes “What are we?”
“Well... I think I can explain, but we should wait till everyone’s awake...She looked back to where the foal disappeared, the letter on the ground.
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"So you mean to tell us a random foal accidentally killed our world and decided to make us...This!" Mom's Silver-white eyes narrowed.
"I mean...That's what the note said...?" I responded. Dad and Mom woke up, like the others, Dad had bright green eyes, the inside of the frill thingies, and that stripe band thing while Mom had Sliver-white eyes, the inside of the frill thingies, and that stripe band thing.
"I hope this is just a dream.."
"Well...All that matters is that we're alive and staying alive...But our first priority should be getting out of here. Let's search our brains to find any useful information" Simon stated. Though he can be nervous, Simon is always positive in these types of situations.
The only one who hadn't woken up was France-soir who I dragged over to the right of me. We were all sitting in a circle under the tree, I had the-my tail curled around me. It felt like the Tree was watching us, more like watching over us, but I shouldn't interrupt our meeting. The wood part of the tree was a grey color while the leaves were a muted dark aqua green. The eggs hung on each their small thread attached to branches. The tree was short but the tallest branches still were taller than even Mom or Dad. The trunk had a gaping black hole that seemed to be infinite.
"We can fly, I think..." Dad said skeptically
"We can glow!" Kep eagerly shot up his hand like he was in class.
"We do magic...?" I said uncertainly.
"But magic isn't...Oh..." Zachi muttered.
"Well, all this information won't work out now...We'll have to dig."
"What about the magic?"
"We don't know how to use magic yet..."
Simon went away from the tree and started to dig, in a few minutes there was already a decent-sized hole in the wall.
"Well, looks like you're a digger, Simon!" Zachi joked.
"What?" Simon turned back.
"Weeell, ants have roles in colonies. Apparently, so do Changelings, and since you are incredible at digging you are a digger."
"Haha, so funny. For that, you have to help me dig an entrance out. Oh, and make sure you dig slightly upwards."
Zachi sighed and giggled a little before joining him. She matched his digging pace, maybe even faster
"Looks like you're a "Digger"!" Simon teased.
"No...! I'm a Turbo Digger!"
"Ha! I doubt it!"
"I'll race to prove it!"
"It. Is. On!
The digging intensified and in about five or six minutes they were already done probably around five feet.
"Those two have not changed one bit..." Mom sighed before laying on both hooves.
"Yea... I may or not be a "Digger", but I'm still going to dig out my room. The note says this tree makes babies, or, Nymph changelings of our type so we have to protect it, which means we have to make this our home. If I finish I'm going to make a nursery where the eggs, once they potentially hatch or fall from the tree, stay." I said.
"Wait eggs?" Dad questioned.
"The fruit-looking orbs on the tree, right now they're small and white but as time goes, I think they'll grow bigger, maybe even gain color," she explained, walking over to a spot beside the tree, to the right to be exact.
"Oh, Well, Me and your mom should do the same." he looked back to Mom who was already getting up.
"Ok, Bye Mom, Dad."
"Bye Violet!" Her mom said.
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I burst through the ground and the rest of the ground fell to show a tunnel. I turned, smugly smirking. Simon shook and buzzed his wings, getting rid of the dirt that fell on him.
"Looks like I am a Turbo Digger!"
"Hmph! Turbo Digger sounds dumb anyway..." He grumbled. He took a fresh gulp of air. "Ahh... Fresh, not stuffy, air..."
Looking around, we were in a medium-sized clearing where sunlight shined, great for sunbathing. Past that was a creepy dark forest. And the strangest of all a White pony with a blonde puffy mane and tail with light pink highlights and red eyes. it was about the same height as Violet. Her(it looks like a she so I'll just call it that) horn was glowing light pink and beside her was a smaller, about the same size as Kep foal. It was in a light pink arua, floating. It was pink with a white puffy mane and tail that had a bit of confetti in it, it had wings as well, furry bat wings. The white pony was backing away slowly, her eyes wide in fear.
A roar came from behind the pony, she snapped her head to the sound.
"What was that...?" Simon asked, worried.
"I don't know..." I responded, staring at where the sound came from.
"Well whatever it is, let's get back inside before it gets here!"
"What about the pony!"
"The note says to avoid ponies unless "Disguiesed"!"
"The note said to avoid ponies a week after we arrive!"
"Oh...Well, Hey pony!" He turned to the pony who turned and stared at him. "Come here before you get eaten or something!"
The pony looked to the forest behind it and back to us several times before dashing into the hole, keeping its distance. it put the foal down to the ground. We could hear loud stomps.
"Okay, now we need to seal the entrance, something not dirt!" I urged. "Check your memory!"
"Um, Uh... We can make silk using our mouths, it can be soft to hard!" Simon shouted out.
"Ok...Do it!"
"I- Ok!"
Simon spun silk quickly around the entrance, he wasn't fast though, so they got to see the beast that roared. It was a lion with a scorpion tail and bat wings. It sniffed and looked around looking for something, or someone. soon enough, the Snake-bat-lion monster went away.
"T-Thank you...Weird Bug-ponies..." A voice from behind her stammered, the pony.
"Zachi. We're Changelings"
"Uh...Tangerine!"
"SunRun." the pony said, she gestured to the peacefully sleeping foal "This is my sister, CottenLace"
Tangerine? Really? I wish there was a way to communicate without...There is? It's called the hive mind? Perfect!
"Simon. Tangerine, really?"
"Zachi? How are you talking, how am I..? Oh, something called the hive mind."
"Yep! But why Tangerine?"
"More like why didn't you change your name, preferably something nature-like. The note said so!"
"I know but my name I complicated enough, plus, I like it! Besides, my name could be something short for Zachirubis."
"What's that?"
" A custom fruit I asked Chatgpt to make"
"Wow...Funny. What will you do when she asks you what it is?"
"Heh, I'll just tell her it's the eggs on the tree and they're called Zachirubis eggs because they're named after a long-extinct rare fruit that looks like the eggs but has a copper coloring. hm, I should anouce it publicly later" She internally smirked.
" Clever..."
"Hellooo? Equm to Zachi, Equm to Tangerine!" SunRun was now closer to Zachi and 'Tangerine'
"Oh sorry! Come on, let's go down to the others." Zachi apologized before starting to tort down the tunnel.
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Me, (And Dad since he's apparently a Digger as well and finished off his and Mom's room and decided to help out) Just finished off my room. It was tall instead of wide, we even had to dig downwards after up since Dad was scared they were going to breach the surface. The design I was going for was using the newly discovered silk ability I had found out after desperately wanting to confirm we had something to build with that we didn't need to collect. It would be a series of platforms she could fly onto and form. Two large ones, one at the top right and one at the bottom left, would act like beds. Top for regular usage and bottom for if I am too lazy or tired to fly. Flying was relatively easy, we just buzzed our wing continuously till it became like an instinct. I call myself a weaver because of the speed I can make the silk, took only maybe five minutes before I finished.
Then Zachi and Simon, or now 'Tangerine' brought in a pony and her baby sister. Her name is SunRun while the sleeping little sister was CottenLace.
"Thanks for saving me and my sister from the Manticore... I never thought a Creature would protect me, No offense!" CottenLace thanked them.
"Yeah, Yeah. Non-Taken...It was the right thing to do...Plus you could teach us more about the outside world." Zachi responded, completely disregarding the fact she exposed us just spawning in the world.
"Yea- Wait what?"
"I mean, We just woke up with only our instinct and a note to guide us."
"So you know nothing?"
"We know a few things..."
" I can't just leave you with no Knowledge In the middle of the Everfree forest... Come on, I might have some books in my bag, guessing you don't know magic so I Should-."
"Hold up! Before that, we, as in, All the diggers, Dad, Zachi, and Tangerine, need to dig out a nursery. And all the Weavers, Aka me, will spin out a comfortable floor." I walked over to the spot to the left of the tree.
"Alright! Let's get to work..."
...
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FruitiPebbei
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562869
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Changelings,Original Character,Timberwolves,Human,Adventure,Drama,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Death,Profanity
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New Life Flickers
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The world will be destroyed because of MY stupid mistake. You know what I do...? Two words: Changeling VARIANT
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<p>The world will be destroyed because of <i>my</i> stupid mistake. You know what I do...? </p><br/><p>If your guess was, transport a family and their friends into Equestria with some friends in the middle of the Everfree forest in a hole with a tree that produces babies and some knowledge about the world I put them in? Then <i>you're</i> correct!</p><p><span style="color:#EA80B0">Hey! What about me?! </span><span style="font-style:italic;color:#EA80B0">And</span><span style="font-style:italic;color:#EA80B0"> my sis!</span></p><p><i>Um, Shut up! You're going to give spoilers!</i></p>
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2024-08-19T03:49:34+00:00
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2024-08-19T04:16:51+00:00
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*****
....
.When I heard that Violet wanted the new "Nursey" to be long, I didn't think it would be that long. She had us slaving away for thirty minutes! It wasn't just a question of digging it long; she also insisted that it should be dug downwards so that the hatchlings, once the egg hatches, wouldn't escape. On top of that, it needed to be baby-proofed by smoothing the edges. Violet barely did anything, instead choosing to chat with SunRun and France-soir( I swear I saw France-soir's smug light yellow eyes looking at them as if to say "Oooo! Look at them, working their butts off while we relax!"). They didn't even give us breaks to rest our sore hooves...
Finally, we got the cue to stop, and I just collapsed. Does Violet think we're ants or something? I mean, we kinda are, but I'd say we're more like bees than anything.
Zachi slumped down on the wall behind me, and Dad joined us as well.
"Seriously... Who does Violet think we are, putting us to work like this?" Zachi scoffed.
"I know, and we're all older, so we should be able to say no at any time," I replied, looking at the laughing Violet, SunRun, and France-soir.
"Do you *really* want to suffer Violet's wrath?" Dad muttered.
We all shivered as we recalled what happened when we experienced it all together for the first time.
"You're right," I said, sitting up. "And now that she's this, Changeling, she will be more powerful that... We should try not to mess with her.."
" As much as I hate to interrupt your little conversation. I need ya to get out, now. I and France-soir need to get to work."
" Really Violy? Fine."
"Don't be silly Zachi! You guys may be sore but if you work together, Simon, Zachi, your room, or rooms, can be complete in no time! Oh and advise you to use your colored silk! Your colors are nice, unlike my dark purple silk. Make sure you dig a room for SunRun or I'll kill you! Okay now get out.
"Right away-! Wait, we have Colored Silk?"
"Yes Ma'am!"
"Of course!"
We all scrambled to fly out before Violet destroyed us, I completely ignored the fact we had colored silk, plus we picked up SunRun to make sure she didn't have to use her magic (Mainly to make Violet a little happier by helping her new friend). We dropped SunRun down by the tree before landing ourselves.
"What does this Tree do anyway? How does one even grow underground?" Sunflow looked up at the tree.
" From Violet, it makes Changeling eggs... Don't know how it works or how it grows underground; all I can think of is magic..." Zachi responded, heading to Mom and Dad's room before stopping at the entrance. Our parents had a small door big enough to fit them like Violet's room but this was had a soft silk curtain.
"Ugh! Can't we just dig out the rooms already!" I groaned. You may think that I already got over my sore hooves, Fuck no! The faster I complete this, The faster I can rest (Maybe even ask SunRun to use her magic to heal me!)
"You can do that. Me and Sunny here will visit our little sibs!" Zachi pushed aside the curtain aside.
"Fine! I will!"
He stomped his way to a spot beside Mom and Dad's room. Dad also followed not sure what to do by his guess.
"I'll prove you wrong, Zachirubis..."
"You see that? That is how you make someone work for you! Mind if you move into my room while you're here? I'll give you separate parts and everything 'cause I think these rooms are going to be big." I snorted. If you annoy Simon enough to make him stomp, whatever you tease him about he'll do quickly and way too much... Now that his body is made for digging, by the time we finish two things, he'd be almost done with the digging.
"Uh, Sure! As long as my sister gets a room above or below!" SunRun agreed, heading into the room as I followed.
"Oh trust me. Your Sister will be able to move in with plenty of space!"
The room was simple. It had a large hammock-like silk connected to both sides of the wall, mom was laying with a happy but tired look on her face. It was a medium-sized room, just big enough for the three little siblings to run around playing tag and I almost tripped over them. Still, I fell over after tripping on a pebble, a pebble, underground.
I could hear SunRun as she tried to stifle a laugh, as the kids stopped to check on me.
"Are you okay, other bug-pony?"
"Sis..? Are you okay...?"
"Yeah, yeah...It's okay. I'm glad you two are getting along just fine, though." I stood up on my hooves and then sat back down.
"Sunny!" The pink foal ran to her big sister, who then hugged her."You're back!"
"Hmh"" She lifted her sister into the air."...And Changeling, not bug-pony..."
"Chan-ge-wing?"
"Uh...No, Change-ling!"
"Cha-n-ling..."
"Try again..."
"Cange-ling?"
"Alomst..."
"Cageling!"
"Euhhh... Close enough...."
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Kepernyos
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562882
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Original Character,Princess Celestia,Princess Luna,Slice of Life,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
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Dialectic
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A liberal politician and a conservative ruler sit down to have a discussion about Equestria.
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<p>Following a surprising election result, a liberal politician and a conservative ruler sit down to have a discussion about Equestria. </p><p>Who knows? Perhaps they’ll both learn something in the process.</p>
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everyone
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2024-08-04T17:52:14+00:00
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2024-08-06T13:19:38+00:00
| 146 |
The Gold of Zebrica was one of the most prestigious coffee houses in all Manehattan. Its patrons included writers, journalists, artists, and of course, activists. Besides being a place for drinking, card games, and news reading, the establishment also served as a site for political discussions.
On this morning, the coffee house was occupied by a group of thirty-two, most of them being younger earth ponies. They were liberals; members of one of the political cliques frequenting here. This typically noisy company was now strangely quiet, its members only talking to each other in hushed tones.
They were waiting.
At the center of the group sat their leader, a yellow earth stallion with a light brown mane. He was older than most of his peers, but no less energetic when it came to debating or public speaking. He had an uncanny passion about him that earned the respect of many, but also made him a lot of enemies. Today, however, he was still like a statue, his face impossible to read. He occasionally glanced at the clock on the wall but otherwise didn’t move or speak.
He was waiting.
Finally, the entrance door opened, and the murmuring in the hall came to a sudden halt. All eyes turned towards the newcomer.
“Fifty-four to forty-six!” he declared triumphantly. “We won!”
The gathering erupted in cheers. Ponies jumped from their seats and hurried to the middle to welcome Aden Aurum, the soon-to-be prime minister of Equestria.
Aden tried to put on a dignified face as he received their never-ending rows of congratulations, but inside he was joyous. On this day, history was made. Finally, for the first time, the nation would have a liberal government.
“My friends!” he said. “A great responsibility rests on our shoulders. We must reform Equestria!”
“Huzzah!” cheered a pegasus as she opened one of the champagne bottles with a loud pop - only to find a dozen drinking glasses turned towards her a second later.
“Equality instead of privileges!” somepony shouted.
“Huzzah!”
“Entrepreneurs instead of landlords!”
“Huzzah!”
“Freedom of the press instead of censorship!”
“Huzzah!”
Aden still had a few more things to say, but in the end, he allowed himself to be swept away by the wave of celebration. He too held out his glass.
Among the excited conversations, no one paid attention to a pony who quietly added:
“Republicanism instead of tyranny…”
…or were they just pretending not to hear him?
The following week found Aden at the palace of Canterlot, facing a certain door.
Once more, he was being forced to wait.
He now held the mandate of the people to form a government, but it was hardly sufficient on its own. He needed the approval of one last pony. The will of hundreds of thousands of voters mattered little when the mare who awaited him inside could end it all with a single word.
As the minutes slowly passed by, the politician started to suspect that he was kept waiting on purpose. Perhaps she wanted to show her displeasure? Remind him of his place? Everything seemed possible. In a deeply conservative Canterlot, not many were enthusiastic about his electoral victory. Aden knew that age and privilege only led to backwardness.
So who could be more backwards than an immortal monarch?
As if responding to his borderline treasonous thoughts, the door opened, and a guard came out.
“The princess will see you now,” she said, stepping aside.
Finally. Aden felt the tension leaving his body in an instant; determined, he entered the room…
…only to stop dead in his tracks as he realized that the princess awaiting him there was not Celestia.
Behind a flowing star-mane, inquisitive turquoise eyes were measuring him. It was as if the dark alicorn cast a shadow over the entire room.
What? Why is she here?
The makeshift etiquette lessons of the last few days utterly failed to prepare him for this.
After standing there for a few awkward moments, Aden gave into his instincts, and quickly kneeled.
“G-greetings Princess Luna,” he managed to blurt out. This was definitely not what he was supposed to say, but he couldn’t think of anything better at a moment’s notice.
“In the name of the Equestrian Crown, we welcome thee, Aden Aurum,” Princess Luna said in a measured tone, ignoring his faux pas. “You may rise and be seated.”
As Aden complied, he managed to calm himself somewhat, but nevertheless, his thoughts were in a disarray.
Prime minister-elects were inaugurated into their offices by Celestia herself. This has always been the tradition ever since the current system was put into place. The party or coalition that won the elections has elected their candidate, whom Celestia would authorize to form a government.
But if the other princess was here instead of her, that could’ve only meant two things: either Celestia wanted to humiliate him before categorically rejecting his appointment…
…or she has actually started giving political authority to her sister, which… is a troubling change of things, to say the least.
He needed to figure out what was going on here. Right now.
“It’s a great honour to finally meet you, Your Highness,” he said.
“We are pleased to hear that,” came the reply.
“I cannot deny, however, that the circumstances of this meeting…” Aden was struggling to find the right words. “…are, well, rather surprising to me.”
The alicorn’s facial expression didn’t change, but the subtle movement of her eyebrows betrayed her displeasure at his words.
“We are co-rulers of Equestria, Mister Aurum, and as such, we possess the same powers as our sister.”
She said this like it was the most obvious fact in the world.
Now it was the stallion’s turn to hold back a frown. The questions in his head were multiplying by the moment.
“Naturally, I acknowledge the supremacy of the Crown in affairs of state,” he replied cautiously.
“We do not doubt that.”
And yet, the smallest edge in her voice said otherwise.
As they both fell into uneasy silence, the politician attempted to gather what little he’d known about Luna. The younger alicorn appeared on the scene about three years ago. Celestia introduced her to the public as her sister, who returned to the realm after a long absence; it drew quite a bit of attention at the time. Aden, like many others, wasn’t sure what to make of this; two alicorns bearing the title of princess, but only one of them exercising actual power.
Until now, apparently.
“You come from Manehattan, do you not?” she asked, switching to a more conversational tone.
“Yes, Your Highness.”
“Unfortunately, we are yet to visit that city, but we’ve heard that it is certainly deserving of our attention.” The alicorn shot a questioning glance towards the earth pony.
“Yes, well, Manehattan is indeed a fascinating place, Your Highness,” Aden said, glad to have something to talk about. “It’s a city of industry, commerce, and innovation. It has always been the most important port city of Equestria, and in the last century alone, it nearly tripled in size, expanding to the mainland. While it was originally an earth pony city, it’s now home to many pegasi and unicorns as well, not to mention immigrants from other countries; a true testament to diversity.”
“We see that you are very proud of your home. Has your family been living there a long time?”
“From father’s side, yes, while my mother was the daughter of a Fillydelphia merchant.” Aden was starting to feel more confident now, so he decided to test the waters a bit. “But with all due respect, this has little to do with my ancestry, Your Highness. In Manehattan, it’s not an important issue whether somepony is native or an immigrant. We believe that a pony’s actions speak louder than their family tree. It’s a city of opportunities where anypony can try to make their luck, no matter where they came from originally.”
There was a not so subtle jab at Canterlot culture there, and the princess no doubt noticed it. She opened her mouth, probably for some kind of retort, only to change her mind and settle for a surprisingly Celestia-like smile.
“We trust that we will not be disappointed by your city, Mister Aurum.”
It was obvious that she had different opinions, but she didn’t pry any further. Aden knew that his description was selective at best. Manehattan did have her problems, as all places did.
“Your cutie mark is very unusual,” the alicorn remarked next. “A torch? It is not something we would expect on a politician, if you’ll forgive our bluntness. May we ask you what is the meaning behind it and how you received it?”
Aden was hardly surprised at this question. Obsession with cutie marks was another thing he hated. He knew that the elites of Canterlot had a habit of ostracizing ponies who possessed cutie marks believed to represent ’lowly’ occupations. Just another way of entrenching the current hierarchy…
“The torch on my flank is a symbol of freedom and enlightenment, Your Highness. The story behind it is quite mundane, however. I received it while I was reading a book on the importance of liberty.”
That was a lie. In reality, he wasn’t much of a reader as a young colt; he preferred hanging out with his friends and engaging in some good old-fashioned troublemaking. One night, while crossing through some alleyway in the shady part of the city, they found a strange piece of paper, which turned out to be an illegal anti-monarchist pamphlet. After reading it, the others had a good laugh, and probably forgot about it, but Aden was intrigued and decided to keep it.
Admittedly, most of it was an incoherent, conspiratorial tirade accusing Princess Celestia of tyranny and not caring about the plight of the common pony. However, the anonymous author did include a few tidbits of genuine liberal thought in it, which was enough to ignite the colt’s imagination. Even at the age of ten, he resented the blind authoritarianism of society around him, but he couldn’t put his feelings into words until that pamphlet had done it for him.
Why is the world the way it is? And why should it stay that way forever?
He did not understand the meaning of his newly earned cutie mark, but he didn’t care. At that moment, he felt a sense a certainty; he knew what he was meant to do. It wasn’t until years of studying that he came across the metaphorical image of the torch-wielder leading ponies from a state of ignorance to enlightenment.
As all of this was flashing through his mind, Princess Luna raised an eyebrow.
“So you believe that your political beliefs are what define you above anything else?”
“I would say so, yes. Ever since I became aware of this, I’ve been advocating for liberalism.
“Well then, Mister Aurum,” she said, smiling encouragingly. “Advocate for it before us.”
The moment of truth, he thought.
“You see,” she added, “We have been away from Equestria for a long time. And while we have learned a lot since our return, we still lack a precise understanding of the politics of the country. We know a little about your views, of course, but we would greatly prefer it if you explained it to us in your own words. What is this liberalism, and how can it benefit Equestria?”
Aden nodded. He had, of course, voiced his views to all kinds of ponies over the years. As such, he understood the importance of knowing his audience, and choosing his words accordingly.
Unfortunately, the mare before him was quite an enigma. Based on her presumed age and status, he had to assume that she wasn’t all that different from Celestia, but still… behind the expected layer of formality, she did seem genuinely curious. What if he could actually convince her?
Aden decided to take a gamble. He took a deep breath, and began:
“Liberalism is a result of the last century’s philosophical advancements, Your Highness. In accordance with many of the greatest Equestrian thinkers, we profess that all ponies are born free and equal, and should remain as such. Our laws should not discriminate between peasants and nobles, workers and burghers, but treat them the same. Whether somepony is worthy of an office shouldn’t be decided by the privilege of their birth, but rather by their actual ability. Moreover, there should be an expansion of voting rights so that more ponies would be allowed to decide on the future of the country. This is equality. As for freedom, it’s quite simple: everypony has a right to live their lives the way they want. As long as a pony fulfills their civic duty, and doesn’t cause clear harm to others, no one should dictate to them how to live their lives. They shouldn’t be punished for disagreeing with Your Highness’ decisions, or for becoming wealthy, just to give two examples.
"In a liberal society, everpony would be happier, as they could put their destiny into their own hooves. Laws would be more just, as they would be made by representatives elected by the people. Everything would work better, as the country would be governed by talented professionals. Liberalism would propel Equestria to a golden age of freedom and prosperity!”
Aden hoped that she appreciated his boldness. If he was facing Celestia, he certainly would have worded things a bit differently.
The princess smiled again, and slightly leaned back in her chair.
“Your assumptions are certainly very interesting, Mister Aurum,” she said. “However, it behooves us to inform you just how flawed they truly are.”
Without missing a beat, she immediately went on the attack.
“You are no doubt familiar with the earth pony saying: ’keep your hooves on the ground’. Liberty is a noble idea, but not everypony can make good use of it. Ponies are a flawed lot, who are often led astray by their passions and instincts. Laws and traditions exist to moderate them; without those, they would ruin themselves and their peers.
"You might think of each pony as an island in itself, but the truth is that we all exist as parts of a single gargantuan creature named Society. We are its brain, heart, lungs and muscles… and just like the disease of a single organ can leave the entire body bedridden, so too can the actions of a single pony affect all others. By elevating the individual above the herd, you encourage ponies to care only about themselves, and neglect their duties to the families, their communities, and to the country itself.
"As for social equality, it simply cannot be accomplished by the stroke of a quill. How can we possibly involve in politics ponies who are barely literate? The very reason for Equestria’s success is that everpony accepts their Harmony-given place in it. Do our cutie marks not exist to show us what we were meant to be? If the nation’s leading positions were decided on elections where everypony can vote and everypony can be voted on, that would only lead to petty and demagogic politics. Ponies would see only what is good for them, not what is good for Equestria.
"Wise governance is only possible by focusing on what is instead of what ought to be. It seems to us that you and your liberals are chasing utopias, Mister Aurum.”
Aden spent a few moments digesting what she said. Contrary to her claims, the princess came well prepared for this debate. Still, there was nothing in her rebuttal that he hadn’t dealt with before. He heard the same old arguments from his own father, the honorable judge of the city of Manehattan, back in the day when he was but a teenager fond of reading ’subversive’ literature.
The difference was, he couldn’t call his current opponent a ’stubborn old fool’. He had to take a step back.
“Naturally, I understand your concerns, Your Highness,” he said politely. “The ideal liberal society I described obviously cannot be created within the current confines of Equestria. My goal is not to replace well-working institutions.” Aden slightly leaned forward for emphasis. “However, there are some specific reforms that I believe would greatly benefit our nation.”
“By all means, do list them.”
“Let’s take education, for example. Your Highness has touched upon an important issue with illiteracy. According to the latest census, thirty-five percent of Equestrian foals are not receiving a proper schooling. In some regions, the proportion of illiteracy among adults reaches as high as eighty percent! Many schools are not properly equipped, and are short on staff too. This has to be changed. We should increase the budget on education, develop a centralized curriculum, and make schooling mandatory. A well-educated populace will obtain essential skills they need in the everyday life, such as financial responsibility. Or… responsible voting.”
“It’s not possible to overcome the natural deficiency of intelligence through education only,” Luna countered, but the uncertainty in her voice was noticeable.
“With an appropriate education system, we could make a responsible citizen out of anypony. I’m sure of it.” Aden said with conviction.
The princess didn’t reply, and the stallion, pushing his momentary advantage, continued:
“Did you ever travel by train, Your Highness? (She nodded.) An amazing contraption, isn’t it? The pressure generated by steam gives it such a power that it can carry hundreds of tons of cargo at as much as seventy-eighty miles an hour! Or, what do you think about telegraphs? They allow instantaneous messaging between any two points in the country.
"These technological marvels didn’t just appear out of thin air. They were invented by engineers who acquired the necessary scientific and technical knowledge to make them a reality. Their use was kickstarted by entrepreneurs who understood what a revolutionary effect they would have on our lives. This is all thanks to free enterprise and the free flow of knowledge, Princess. There are many useful novelties that could have spread in Equestria a long time ago, if innovators’ efforts weren’t blocked by disinterest and conservatism. This is why we think it would be preferrable if the state loosened regulations on trade and merely ensured the fairness of competition. A truly free market will find the most efficient way of making Equestria prosper. The technological progress we are witnessing is a self-evident blessing for everypony, increasing productivity and-”
“Self-evident, you say?”
Aden grew quiet as he suddenly became aware of the silent fury eminating from the alicorn.
“These words might sound attractive to those ignorant of the issue, but I have seen the consequences of this so-called ’progress’ myself.
"Already tens of thousands of ponies have lost their livelihood because they couldn’t compete with machinery. In but a few years, entire communities have dissolved, their residents forced to migrate to the cities. And what awaits them there? Filthy slums and exhausting workdays, violence and crime. I’ve seen it all, Mister Aurum. Their dreams are dark and restless.
“Ponies are not meant to live like this” – she said in a somber tone. “We have always tried to live in balance with nature. It is our responsibility to take good care of the flora and fauna of this land. But now? Everything was thrown out of balance. It shocked me just how many forests have disappeared since my youth. We pour poison into the rivers and pump poison into the air. Once upon a time, I wished that ponies stayed awake so they could marvel at my night; but now when they do, they can’t even see my stars due to all the smoke in the cities!”
Aden was silent.
He wasn’t sure how he should reply all of a sudden. He expected Luna to merely come to the defense of old traditions and privileges, but the princess has shown a remarkable amount of social awareness for a mare of her station. And he couldn’t deny that some things have changed for the worse since his colthood. He too, saw those coughing, wheezing equine wrecks emerging from the factories of Manehattan at the end of their twelve-hour shifts. There simply weren’t enough weather pegasi to keep the city’s air clean anymore, either.
“We will find the solution to end squalor and pollution,” he said eventually. “While modernization may have its drawbacks, it is still our best hope for raising living standards for the average pony.”
It was a decent deflection, he thought. He didn’t want to admit just how uncomfortable this topic was to him.
The princess looked at him like she was reading his thoughts, but she mercifully decided to drop the subject.
“And what, pray tell, is your ’solution’ to us?” she asked instead.
“Us?”
“Myself and Princess Celestia,” she clarified. “You said that you want equality before the law, Mister Aurum; but it did not escape our notice that you neglected to mention the two of us, who are very clearly not equal to other ponies. In fact, the law doesn’t bind us whatsoever. How exactly do you plan on dealing with this contradiction? As I recall, you assured me that you respect the authority of the Crown.”
Aden frowned, but he knew that he had to bring his line of thought to its logical conclusion. There was no turning back now.
“Princess Celestia is the natural ruler of this nation. She possesses special magical powers and experience that make her the obvious choice to be the leader of ponykind. And you too, Your Highness… I, uh, understand you were also our ruler previously, so this should also be true for you.”
Princess Luna’s eyes narrowed, but she did not interrupt this time.
“That said,” Aden continued, “we are in the 12th century now. Equestria should no longer be an absolutistic monarchy… or rather, diarchy, sorry. A written constitution would lay down the basic workings of the state, and clearly define the legal authority of the diarchs. In practice, this wouldn’t decrease your powers, as Princess Celestia has already relegated a lot of hers to the government and parliament. A constitution would only codify what was already in practice.”
A dark smile crept on the alicorn’s face.
“Once again, you are making assumptions, Mister Aurum. What makes you think that the Crown has given up on those powers forever?”
“Because Princess Celestia could no longer handle everything herself effectively…” he said automatically before he realized that he was being led into a trap.
“That was the case before, indeed. But there’s two of us now, isn’t there? I would be more than happy to assist my sister and relieve your future administration from a few burdens, such as, let’s say, foreign policy; as a ’natural leader’ of Equestria, like you put it.”
A stallion’s face hardened.
“That would be a wrong decision, Your Highness. For multiple reasons.”
“But there’s no written law against it, is there?”
Aden gritted his teeth. Only now did he realize where she was leading him.
“There are unwritten laws,” he admitted begrudgingly.
“Ah, so our Equestria isn’t as tyrannical as you just wanted to imply?” Luna allowed herself a self-congratulatory smirk. “Me and my sister’s rule has always been based on tradition and precedent, Mister Aurum. We are not going to just take over ministries on a whim. Your concerns are wholly unjustified. Frankly, I’m still not convinced that your liberalism is needed at all.” She gave him an almost bored look.
At this point in his life, Aden was used to being dismissed by other ponies; what he wasn’t used to is being dismissed with one hoof already in the door. The rational part of his mind suggested for him to backtrack again and try to compromise, but this time, he refused to listen; that damned pride he inherited from the old stallion finally compelled him to strike back at the smug alicorn.
“But you could do it.” He slowly rose in his chair, and looked directly into her eyes. “There is no real obstacle to it. You could dissolve the government. Abolish the entire parliament and just rule by decree. Some ponies might grumble about it, so what? Most of them can’t even entertain the thought of you being wrong about anything. And besides, who would dare to challenge those who move the heavens over their heads? If you two truly have the power, all you have to do is hold back the sunrise, and you could force your will on the entire world!”
He didn’t get the reaction he expected. At the last sentence, the eyes of the lunar princess snapped wide open and her body tensed. She glared at Aden, averted her gaze, then looked at him again as her expression went from surprise to anger, from anger to panic, from panic to… shame?
Aden’s first thought was that she was going to kill him on the spot like a wrathful god.
His second thought was that she was going to flee in tears like a scolded filly.
But she did neither, and the politician realized that he had to salvage the situation somehow.
“Forgive me, Your Highness,” he said quickly. “I lost my temper.”
After a few tense moments, the mare took a deep breath and slowly composed herself. She spoke up in a quiet tone:
“Mister Aurum, if your constitution… if your constitution defines what we can and cannot do, then it consequently has to sanction our punishment should we ever violate it. Do you agree that my sister and I have to stand trial if we broke the law, just like any other pony?”
He really didn’t want to say it in that moment, but only one answer existed.
“Yes.”
Dead silence settled between them. The alicorn stared at Aden for a few more moments, then she slumped back into her chair, seemingly lost in thought. They both knew what this simple ’yes’ meant: he said what nopony dared to openly say before. The alicorns were living gods. The mere thought of prosecuting them seemed absurd.
Minutes passed, and Aden was getting increasingly uncomfortable. He knew that his outburst was a serious mistake. He never should not have opened up to the alicorn like this to begin with.
“I too, have to ask for your forgiveness,” Luna said finally with a slight bow. “I did not wish to provoke you. I simply wanted to know the truth.”
Aden awkwardly squirmed in his seat. He no longer knew what he should say to the princess; he didn’t even know what to think about her. He made all these clever plans on how he was going to impress Celestia, but it all went downhill from the minute he saw the other alicorn. For the first time since the start of this conversation, he was unsure what to do. Strangely enough, the mare opposite to him seemed to be in a similar predicament.
Calm down, he said to himself. What’s done is done. He told her plainly what he thought. If she decides to show him the door after this, so be it. He will try again.
They can’t ignore him forever.
His mind now at relative ease, Aden forcibly relaxed his body, and, for the first time since his arrival, looked around in the room.
He assumed that this was Princess Celestia’s usual office, and indeed: the carpets, the furniture, the curtains all had small stylized suns on them. The table they were at seemed to be at least two hundred years old, and the cabinets weren’t much newer either. That said, compared to what he saw in the other parts of the palace, this place was kind of… moderate. It was more practical than luxurious. All the white and gold colors gave it a pleasant, sunny look.
And so Princess Luna felt very much out of place here, where everything was designed for her sister...
Suddenly, realization hit Aden: this meeting wasn’t just about him. It probably was a test for her as well. A new princess and a new prime minister; they were on more equal ground than he previously believed.
Aden found this thought somewhat comforting.
The next thing that caught his attention was the guard behind him. He believed that it was the same mare that escorted him in, but it was hard to tell, as the royal guards were hard to differentiate in their enchanted armor.
Aden was puzzled. What was she doing inside the room? Wasn’t her post outside?
“Well, Mister Aurum,” Luna unexpectedly broke the silence, derailing his train of thoughts, “it was a most educational experience conversing with you, but you must have a lot of work to do. By our royal powers, we now authorize you to form the next government of Equestria.”
A wave of relief washed over Aden.
“T-thank you, Your Highness. I promise to-”
“It is not your promises we need. Kneel down.”
Aden complied.
“Repeat after me: I, Aden Aurum do solemnly swear…”
Princess Luna found herself staring at the door where the newly appointed prime minister just left.
And yet, she could still clearly hear his words of accusation.
If you two truly had the power, all you had to do was hold back the sunrise, and you could force your will on the entire world!
Where did this come from? Did he actually know about Nighmare Moon? Or it just a coincidence?
The princess wondered just how many others shared the opinion of the earth pony politician. She understood that the days when she and Celestia were looked upon with religious adoration by their subjects were long gone. Ponies in these modern times were much more cynical; like this Aurum, who wanted to make laws restricting the authority of the princesses, because he wouldn’t trust them.
Luna might’ve let it pass if the liberal merely criticized her own lack of experience, but he made it obvious that his grievances were mostly with her sister.
What insolence! Celestia dedicated nearly the entirety of her incredibly long life to the service of Equestria. She did more and knew more than anypony. What right did others have to dictate what she should or should not be allowed to do?
Why couldn’t they simply trust her?
The creaking of the antique door announced the return of the guard. As she entered, Luna gave her a knowing look, causing the mare to wink back. Suddenly, her body twisted; a large horn grew out of her forehead, while her mane and tail transformed into a colorful banner. In just a few seconds, Celestia stood before her at her full height.
Luna wasn’t impressed.
“You are aware that you could have turned invisible just as easily, right?”
The white alicorn gave her a small smile.
“It’s not the same. I like to mingle among my little ponies from time to time, to understand what their lives are like. I would only be a distant observer while invisible.”
Luna sighed.
“We shouldn’t have switched places. You could have gotten much more out of him.”
Celestia settled next to her younger sister.
“It is a disadvantage of reigning for so long,” she explained, “that ponies have become more aware of my habits, and thus they have found ways to deceive me. Aden obviously came well prepared to defend his views in front of me, but you managed to throw him off a bit. You made him believe that you are easier to influence, and this loosened his tongue. Now we know what he wants.
“The gradual but complete transformation of Equestria in accordance with his liberal principles, ” Luna said.
“Yes. The question is: shall we allow him to do it?”
“You are not… opposed to him?”
“Honestly? I’m not sure what to think.” Celestia admitted.
“What he said didn’t really convince me.”
“Me neither. But I’m afraid that is still only two opinions weighed against a hundred thousand, even if we merely count the margin of the liberal victory.”
Luna could hardly believe what she was hearing.
“This is not a democracy, sister,” she pointed out. “You could have rejected him. Isn’t it our duty to do the right thing, even at the cost of being shunned?”
“I believe I left that decision up to you.”
Luna flushed in embarrassment as she realized that the elder alicorn was right. Who was she trying to fool? She pretended to be Celestia’s equal in front of Aden, and yet, when push came to shove…
…she could only think of what Celestia would do.
And Celestia never rejected any of the previous prime minister-elects who came to her.
“But to answer your question, I don’t know what ’doing the right thing’ means anymore.” Celestia walked towards the window and looked down at the city below her. “I ruled this country for a millenia according to the old principles I laid down long ago. Sometimes I was a bit loose with the law, sometimes I made compromises, but generally speaking, I managed to keep things the same. And my ponies were happy.
“But recently… I mean, in the last hundred years or so,” she chuckled. “Equestria transformed so quickly and so dramatically. The invention of machines changed the way ponies work. The resulting industrialization has led to urbanization, which created what they now call ’mass politics.’ These, in turn, have empowered the middle class that forms Aden’s core of supporters: businessmares, industrialists, and intellectuals, mostly earth ponies. As the demographic and economic centre of the country shifts towards the eastern cities, they are starting to demand policies that favor them instead of traditional bases of power like Canterlot. They produce the most wealth, so they think it’s only fair that their interests are better represented.”
Luna snorted.
“Bah! These liberals speak of fairness, but what do they care for the working ponies toiling in their factories or the farmers going bankrupt in Middle Equestria? Self-serving hypocrites…”she angrily mumbled under her breath.
The solar princess turned around and gave her a concerned look.
“Is everything all right, Luna?”
“Yes,” she said instictively, only to shake her head a second later. “It’s just what he said about our possible accountability that got me thinking…”
“About Nightmare Moon,” Celestia stated.
“I never really answered for my crimes a thousand years ago.”
“Luna…”
“Treason. Rebellion. Murder. No mere misdemeanors, sister.”
“Luna, we talked about this.” Celestia said. “That wasn’t you. You are not responsible for what happened…”
“Of course I am responsible!” Luna snapped, interrupting her. “It was I who allowed things to get that bad. I was the one who let the darkness into my heart. Willingly.” She huffed. “I am guilty. They could very well drag me before the court of Equestria.”
She let out a bitter laugh.
“But it wouldn’t stop with me, would it? If my actions as Nightmare Moon ever came to light, ponies would soon start wondering just what prevents you from doing the same. Your inherent benevolence? They no longer believe in such things, sister! Not only have I damned myself, but I undermined your own rule as well!”
As Celestia listened to her rant, the usual mask of serenity slowly slipped from her face, leaving only sadness. She opened her mouth to say something, perhaps to repeat her previous statement, but no sound came.
“The truth is,” said Luna quietly, “I simply cannot measure up to you, Celestia.”
The Sun Princess hung her head, and sighed deeply.
“That makes two of us.”
At Luna’s questioning glance, she continued:
“You judge yourself too harshly and me too lightly, my sister. In the past, I have also done many things that make me feel ashamed. I might have been inexperienced and desperate, but that is no excuse for the tyranny of my early years. And unlike you, I never suffered from magical corruption, nor did I end up being banished for a thousand years. Few ponies bother to study ancient history nowadays; but those that do will forever know me as the mare who sent thousands to their deaths because they refused to worship her.”
Luna listened to her in silent shock. She tried to imagine Celestia as a ruthless tyrant, but it didn’t fit into her image of her sister at all.
Celestia finally looked at her, and forced a weak smile on herself.
“No one is faultless, Luna, especially not us immortals. I have forgiven you as both sister and ruler, and that’s all that matters. I will not forsake you ever again, no matter what the future holds. I swear to you.”
Stretching her wings, she embraced the younger alicorn.
“Thank you, Tia.” Luna said in a trembling voice, letting her tears flow freely.
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Applejack,Rainbow Dash,Alternate Universe,Romance,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
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She is the one.
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Rainbow Dash hopes that she finally found the relationship that lasts for more than a few weeks.
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<p>For some odd reason Rainbow Dash can never have a lasting relationship, but when she sets her eyes on a certain farmpony, she knows she has found the perfect marefriend, let's just hope the trend of failed relationships doesn't continue.</p><p>A fan fic made because Rainbow Dash is always really bad at asking ponies out, so this is a what if, where Dash just asked to go out on a date.</p><p>This is my first time writing anything independently so this is probably not very good lol</p>
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everyone
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2024-08-04T20:50:48+00:00
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2024-08-04T23:41:03+00:00
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An older filly was heart broken her coltfriend had died in a housefire...
"Why does everything have to be taken away from me! Every coltfriend I've had have either ran away or died!
From the street all that could be heard was incoherent screaming and wailing sobs...
A long, long time later...
Rainbow Dash never had a lasting relationship It was her curse. She had dated 23 stallions, and 8 mares, and seeing all of those ponies leave her was rough. At least she had her best friend Applejack, they were usually working the farm together when Rainbow Dash wasn't at work. Her work sucked, it was barely legal, staying alive from a loophole in the legal system, and didn't even pay that much. Her one salvation after work was seeing Applejack's face, and it was quite a good face. Rainbow Dash loved her with all of her heart, and Rainbow Dash finally decided that she was going to ask Applejack out tomorrow.
'I hope this doesn't go like every other pony i've asked out.'
The next day...
Rainbow Dash and Applejack are working on the farm together, well, were working on the farm, now they are on a hill overlooking the sunset. The two were silent as they napped in the comfort of the grass below them, eventually Rainbow Dash broke the silence.
"Hey."
"Yeah?"
"We have been friends for so long and..."
"Uh huh."
"...Do you wanna go out on a date?"
Applejack paused for a bit taking in what her best friend just said but eventually she responded.
"Sure."
"Oh, nice, I'll be honest, I didn't expect you to say yes."
"Where do we go for our first date?"
"Uhhhh, there's a pretty cool bar over near Twi's castle."
"Wisp's Whiskey?"
"Yeah, that place."
"Meet tomorrow at 7:00?"
"Sounds good."
6:37 PM: the next day...
Rainbow Dash is flying back home from a long day at work, panicking about her date in half an hour, and when she finally got home she quickly pulled together an outfit and flew out the door as quickly as she came in.
'Dang work giving me so much to do on such an important day.'
She was going to be late and she knew it so she quickened her flaps and rushed to her destination.
'I NEED to be on time, please... I don't want to screw this up on our first date.'
When she spotted her date on a table inside the bar she slowed her flaps and descended on to the ground and entered the bar.
'Barely on time but at least i'm not late.'
"There you are Dash, thought you were gonna be late!"
"Sorry about that AJ, I had a really long day at work."
"It's okay I understand, I know you wouldn't miss this for anything."
"Yeah you're right."
"Dash are you okay, you seem awfully nervous?"
"I'm okay, just a little scared of messing things up with you."
"Dash, it's okay you aren't going to mess things up, and even if you do I can't stay mad at you forever."
"Thank you, It's just that I care for you so much and I don't want to lose you."
"It's okay sugarcube, I'll still be here whenever you need me."
"Thank you AJ I- I just- I want to- can I say- I LOVE YOU!"
Applejack chuckled a little bit and then said.
"I know that already, why else would you ask me on a date?"
Rainbow Dash's cheeks turned pink and then she mumbled out.
"I don't know I guess I'm just being stupid again.
"It's okay sugarcube, we all mess up some times. And golly you are not stupid, I'd say easily you are smarter than me!"
"Thank you AJ I just want to say..."
Rainbow Dash took a large breath
"...can we kiss?"
To Rainbow Dash's suprise Applejack started to lean towards her with a worried yet loving look on her face. Rainbow Dash returned the gesture, but before their lips met they heard a loud cough to their side.
"Are you gonna order?"
"Hey man you totally ruined the moment, but I'll take a fruit salad."
"I'll take the same."
As the waiter walked away they looked back at each other but, unable to create another moment like the last one, they decided to talk about random things.
"How is Scootaloo?"
"Doing well, she's finally getting decent air during flight. How is Applebloom?"
"Doing well, she's finally past her rebellious teen age."
"That's good, although I'll miss her helping me with pranks though."
"Dash, no!"
"Did you hear about Lyra and Bon Bon proposing to each other?"
"Yeah they'll make a good couple."
"Man when will the food get here?"
"Dash it's been 2 minutes."
"I know but fruit salads don't take that lon-"
Rainbow Dash was interrupted by another loud cough.
"Here's your food."
"Thanks."
They ate their food in silence occasionally looking at each other with a happy smile. They paid their bill, and Rainbow Dash flew them to a hill overlooking the sunset. They look out, silenced by the beauty of the sun shining it's glorious rays across the sky. They watched in go down past the horizon, and then Rainbow Dash spoke.
"I've been thinking."
"Yeah?"
"Will I be missed when I'm gone?"
"Of course you'll be, we'd miss you alot, especially me."
A good moment of silence passed then eventually Rainbow Dash hugged Applejack.
"I love you so much AJ."
"You know what, I love you too."
And finally they ended the kiss started 20 minutes ago.
1 year later...
Rainbow Dash and Applejack were sitting on the same hill as where they first kissed. They were quite tired after their wedding was rudely interrupted by Discord getting drunk and raining hell on the wedding party. It was still a good wedding though as the two were successfully wed.
"Hey AJ"
"Yeah?"
"Can't believe it's already been a year."
"Wow, it has been a whole year hasn't it"
"And I still love you just as much as before."
"You're adorable."
"NO I'M NOT!"
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Changelings,Gilda,Original Character,Shining Armor,Twilight Sparkle,Alternate Universe,Human,Adventure,Dark,Science Fiction,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Death,Gore,Profanity,Sex,Violence
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A Soldier's Harmony: Untold Tales
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From the beginning of a saga to the end of an era, the untold stories of A Soldier's Harmony will finally be revealed!
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incomplete
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<p>From the uncharted battles of Sergeant Dean Forester to the secret struggles of the Equestrian resistance, these stories reveal the untold sacrifices, friendships, and discoveries that define their fight against the Dark Elves. Witness the intimate and heroic moments left behind the scenes, where every choice has the power to alter destinies.</p><p>This will be a series of short stories or background events that are not talked about in the main story.</p><p>(Cover art is not mine and is subject to change)</p>
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2024-08-05T03:39:26+00:00
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2024-08-05T03:39:26+00:00
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Flashes of light raced past his face. Stars, black-holes, planets and the cosmos, crossing across his irises in a wonderful display of light. A warped edge loomed at the corners of his vision, distorting the mosaic of colour and causing him to squint in concentration. He held a device in his right hand, his grip like iron so as not to lose it in the void between worlds. His brown trench coat flapped behind him, and his black ball-cap stuck to his head like glue.
Far ahead, he could see a speck. A figure. It's physical form was wreathed in shadow, seeming to coalesce and meld into the background. However, while he could see the figure with his own to eyes, he could also sense it's presence. Malice, hatred, and the putrid smell of death seemed to leech away, giving him a path to follow in the void.
He pushed himself more, angling forward as he picked up more speed. His device entered a personal pocket dimension, and he saw the figure's head turn ever so slightly, its red eyes widening in surprise milliseconds before he collided with it. His arms wrapped around it's torso, and he heard a wicked snarl escape its rotting mouth. It's own hands wrapped around his waist, and the sudden feeling of his stomach rising into his throat threatened his concentration.
A thunderous crack sounded around the two beings and the galactic background was replaced by blues, greens, and whites. The world seemed to slow as the man's eyes widened underneath his hat. He could see buildings rapidly approaching, and adjusted his momentum in a different direction.
The figure he was holding onto let go of his waist and brought it's right hand into the air before slamming it down on the side of his head. The man grunted in pain as he was shot towards the ground like a rocket, his figure a blur as dust billowed from his point of impact.
The sound of crashing could be heard in the distance and the man shook the daze out of his head. He slowly stood, a strange bioluminescent plant falling from his head in the process. His previously indifferent expression settled into a heavy scowl as he levitated off the ground. He recognized his surroundings: the strangely alien trees, the fantastical elements in the air and the ever present smell of magic.
He was in another Equestria.
Another thunderous crash, and the sounds of screaming echoed into the air. The man did not hesitate as he launched into the air, immediately breaking the sound barrier and causing the trees nearby to bend away from the sheer pressure of his speed. His eagle like vision searched the ground for his adversary, and after only a moment, he spotted it, or rather, her.
Landing with force in the middle of the oddly medieval town, he watched as the his foe turned to face him. The town itself was in ruins. Buildings collapsed, rubble strewn about, and dozens of bodies. The man's scowl somehow deepened as his foe lifted a struggling stallion in her telekinesis. His legs kicked, and his body wiggled in an attempt to escape, but the man knew it would be impossible. The two red eyes of his foe glared at him from under her hood, and a wicked grin full of sharp teeth slowly appeared on her shadowed face.
"Back and forth and forth and back. You do not seem to know when to give up, Guardian. Ten worlds we have visited, and ten worlds has the same scenario occurred."
The stallion whimpered as she slowly drew him closer, and the Guardian took a half step forward as he balled his fists.
"You have trapped us here, Destroyer. Had you not pulled me through that accursed portal, we would never be in this situation!" The Guardian growled as he pointed a finger at the Destroyer. "Because of you, we are trapped with these... aliens!"
The Destroyer gave a tsk as she brought a gnarled hand towards the stallions face. There, she dragged it down his cheek as she leaned in to seemingly examine him further.
"These worlds are without the protection of their Archangels as they are not human. These aliens as you call them will make the most wonderous of servants. Look around you Guardian. This is not the same location! We are getting closer to the core, and you know it. You saw the layout of the continents before we arrived. You saw Mankind was once present. This is a land of opportunity!"
She raised her arms and made a pulling motion. The stallion screamed in pain as his bones began to break and his muscles began to tear, and the Guardian heard a little girl cry out from across the town. With a snarl, he pushed his own hand forward with unrivaled speed. An invisible force latched onto the Destroyer's left leg before pulling her to the ground. The stallion whimpered as he was dropped to the ground, and dragged himself behind a pile of rubble as the Destroyer got back to her feet.
"Enough of this! These people do not need our intervention!" Electricity crackled around the Guardian as he spoke, and his voice seemed to multiply in the air. Many onlookers coward in fear as they watched the man begin floating above the ground, little arcs of lightning sparking at his feet. "Whether we are close to the core or not does not matter! So long as I breathe, you will never succeed in your plans for domination! Hear me, Destroyer, for our fight ends now!"
The sky shook, and the earth trembled. Storm clouds were brewing in the distance, and a light drizzle of rain had begun. It was as though a mighty Titan had befallen the inhabitants of this little town, and all were silent as they watched the exchange. The Guardian's coat billowed around him, and his arms rose as he glared down at the Destroyer. Ten worlds he had been forced to enter, and that was ten too many. The Destroyer had done enough damage back home. He could not let this continue.
"So..." The Destroyers voice was like ice, her eyes narrowing, "You finally decide to unleash your full power. If this is where you wish to make your stand, then so be it. The inhabitants of this world will burn before I am allowed to fail. Prepare yourself, Guardian. I am going to kill you, as I killed those you loved. I will no longer hold back."
Rising from the ground herself, the Destroyer cackled. The sky began to blacken, and the wind picked up exponentially. Sleet poured from on high, and the two beings, an Angel and a Demon, faced each other one last time. The inhabitants of the town watched in awe and terror.
Finally, a flash of lightning illuminated the two beings, and just as fast, they collided mid-air.
The shockwave caused glass to shatter, and the rain to part. Ponies covered their ears in pain, and anyone standing was blasted off their hooves. The rain began to pour harder, and the crash of thunder echoed across the land.
The Destroyer was the first to recover from the impact, and flashed across the sky like a wraith as she slammed into the Guardian's stomach. He grunted in pain as he hurtled towards a nearby mountain, but his eyes never strayed from her form as she took off after him. As she approached, the Guardian flipped in the air and brought his arm up, effectively close lining the Destroyer and causing her to tumble through the air. He did not waste a second, and flashed downwards at supersonic speed into her back. The sheer speed and power he was outputting put them both through the mountain and out the other side. Rocks, trees and dirt exploded outwards as they shot through the air. The Guardian yelled as he brought went in for a right hook, but the Destroyer was quick and deflected it with her forearm.
Off balance, the Guardian careened sideways, leaving him open. His rival brought her leg up, and with a devastating kick, sent him crashing through a forest. Trees were uprooted and tossed aside like toys, and a mile-long trench scarred the earth from the Guardian's impact.
"You will bow before me, Guardian. You are still reluctant to hold back! This world has no Archangel, and therefore does NOT FOLLOW OUR RULES!!"
The Destroyer propelled herself downwards at a speed to fast to catch with the naked eye. The Guardian had enough time to cover his face before a shockwave of dirt, stone, and bedrock billowed outwards and smashed him to the ground. The storm was at its peak now, and lightning flashed in time with the Destroyers impact. Cracks fissured inside the earth, and a mighty earthquake the likes of which had never been seen rocked the continent, if not the world.
Standing and coughing, the Guardian tried to see through the dust clouding his vision. His heart thumped in his chest, and a feeling of dread overtook him as he lifted into the air.
Rising above the cloud of dust, his eyes scanned the direction they had come from. It wasn't long before he was glaring at what used to be the town several dozen miles away. Nothing was left. No buildings, no ponies, nothing. Looking around, he noticed the wildlife had suffered a similar fate. Everything had been turned to a desolate wasteland from the Destroyers attack, and the Guardian felt himself begin shaking. Miles and miles of nothing but ash.
"So you see, Guardian. It is inevitable. You cannot stop me, as I cannot stop you. We are forever locked in this eternal struggle for dominance in a series of worlds unknown to us."
A group of beings had arrived at the destroyed village, causing relief to seep through him. Hopefully they could find some survivors. A large white horse followed by a smaller blue one were quickly closing on his position. He frowned, as he knew who those two were. They could not be allowed to interfere.
"You are wrong. I will beat you. You cause so much pain, so much suffering... and for what? To see the world burn? To have unwilling followers that heed your every will like you are some kind of god?"
The Guardian turned as his adrenaline began to kick in once more. The storm, which had slowly been dying, began to pick up once more. Lightning flashed, and the Guardian's eyes were alight with righteous fury. Hail began to fall, and a tornado materialized in the distance, blocking the two approaching equines.
"Done playing games are we?"
Slowly turning, the Guardian faced the Destroyer. There was a moments pause, a small hesitation. For a brief instant, the Guardian's mind told him to stop, that he was about to do something he would regret. But then knew thoughts approached. He saw his mother and brother, murdered at the hands of the monster before him. He saw his girlfriend, skewered as he arrived seconds to late to save her. He saw the worlds he had been to, how he had made friends on the first, only to have them taken away.
An inner darkness boiled inside him, ready to explode. he had tried to subdue her, to make her see reason for so long. Lives had been lost because of his choices. Seeing that Demon sneering at him, her face filled with triumph at his turmoil caused his blood to boil. A sense of nostalgia hit him, and remembered a similar feeling when they had first clashed. He had lost. This time, he would not.
The hail slowed, then stopped. A nearby lightning bolt arced through the sky in slow motion, its light reflecting the fury in the eyes of the Angel. Energy began to coalesce around the man, and without a word, he propelled forward at the speed of light, causing an eruption of molten air to trail in his wake.
The Destroyer merely felt the impact before she was hurtled through the air, gasping in shock and pain. Blood exploded from her mouth, a foreign taste, and she watched the Guardian before slamming into the side of a cliff. She had a mere nanosecond to react before he was on her once again, but this time, she was ready.
The two exchanged flurries of punches and blows, kicks and maneuvers. They traveled fast, moving around the globe twice in their battle. Beings from around the world saw the exchange, two titan's fighting for a fate unknown to them. The sky was alight with fire, and the earth shook as the storm began to expand. Pure energy surrounded the two beings, becoming larger by the second as shockwave after shockwave rippled through the air. Towns were destroyed, forests were annihilated, and the earth fissured and cracked from the brutal fight far above.
Then finally, it stopped.
The Guardian stood, his chest heaving and blood pouring from the corner of his mouth. His eyes glared hatefully at the being laying before him, her own bloodied form hacking a wheezing. It was here that the man raised his right fist. It raised and raised, but it did not come down. And finally, as he prepared to deliver the blow to end it all, he heard crying. A small, heart-wrenching sound that cut through the chaos and fury within his mind.
Turning, the Guardian's eyes zeroed in on what appeared to be a griffon child walking through the rubble of what was once a town. It held a teddy bear with a red bowtie in one of her claws, while the other tried to dig under a plank of wood. He could see a lion's paw sticking out from the rubble, unmoving. He watched, frozen, as the cub called for her father through her tears.
Blinking from his stupor, he finally noticed the rest. His surroundings were once again destroyed, and smoke billowed through the air. Looking down at the Destroyer, he heard her chuckle.
"You and I are not so different, it seems. Here I am, trying to rule this world, and you stand in my way. I raze a town to the ground to prove a point. Then, here you are, trying to stop me, but I do not cooperate. You finally snap, all the death, the suffering, and the loss. It rears its ugly head, and suddenly, you realize you caused more harm than good. Sometimes, all it takes is a little snap before we go too far."
Silence.
The Guardian backed away from the Destroyer, and she did not get up. His eyes traveled down to his hands, covered in more than just the blood of his foe. He looked back to the child, who now sat squeezing her teddy bear, tears pouring from her eyes. A flap of wings caused the man to blink and look up. He met the face of a beautiful mare, her coat as white as snow, and her mane vibrant like a rainbow. With her was a dark-coated mare, younger but just as striking. A sense of loss and longing passed over his face as he saw her, but it quickly faded as they approached. Both stared at him, uncertain, with strange relics floating around them. So focused on them was he that he failed to notice the Destroyer chanting under her breath.
"Thou hast caused much destruction this 'eve, Human," the solar princess stated, a waver in her voice. She sounded younger, jumpier, and more olden-timey. The Guardian did not know when he had entered this world, but it had to be far before the Element bearers, or even Discord. He remained silent. The storm was gone, leaving ash and smoke to float into the air.
The silence remained for some time before the two spoke once more.
"As the Diarchy of Equestria, and on behalf of this world, we decree thou art encased in stone for all time henceforth," the Lunar Princess stated.
There was no room for argument, and the Guardian knew it. In the back of his mind, he convinced himself that he deserved it. All the pain and suffering he had caused because of his loss of control. He suddenly felt tired then, and he seemed to age twenty years before the diarchal rulers.
Standing up straighter, the Guardian stared down the two Princesses. He knew his decision was too fast, too hasty, but he did not care. He needed a break, and he needed to think. Glancing at the Destroyer, he realized this would be his only chance to put her away without further bloodshed.
As the gems around the two alicorns began to circle faster and faster, the Guardian stood tall. He had done something horrible, but as the beam of rainbow shot into the air, he promised himself to do better. He was a hero, one that was needed. If this was what it took to end the monster known as the Destroyer, then so be it.
The Rainbow light washed over him, and he felt his limbs hardening. Almost as a last thought, he glanced into the sky with his eyes and said a quick prayer. Then, accepting his fate, he let the rest of himself solidify, finally allowing him peace.
The same could not be said for the Destroyer. As the Rainbow light touched her, she began to cackle manically. Her cackling grew louder and louder as she began to shrink, causing the eyes of the diarchs to widen in alarm. There was a flash of light, then an explosion. When the dust settled, a smoking mark sat where she once did.
As the Elements of Harmony powered down, the two rulers looked at each other in concern. History would need to be rewritten in order to ensure peace, and the two gave each other a tired nod. The Lunar Princess grabbed the Human in her magic before they both made their way back home.
All the while, neither noticed the traces of time magic that lingered where the Destroyer once lay.
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Meeting Her... Neighbors?
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Coming home from Star-Swirled, Lemon Zest decides midnight is a great time to introduce her girlfriend, Vinyl Scratch, to Lemon's eccentric, musician neighbors and friends.
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<p>The summer Star Swirled Music Festival was great. Besides getting to see a whole bunch of her former classmates again before college, Vinyl Scratch got to play her biggest gig yet, capping off the second night of the festival -- and Lemon Zest, her girlfriend of two years, was there to cheer her on.</p><p>After driving Lemon back to her place, Lemon has one of those ideas. You know, the kind of idea that shows some serious problems if you think about it for more than a few seconds, but she's so excited about it that it's hard to say no.</p><p>Minutes after midnight, Lemon has decided she wants to introduce Vinyl to those eccentric, reclusive neighbors of hers that she's always talking about. These neighbors are her friends, and they're also fellow musicians, who played their first set in ages at Star Swirled, back on day one.</p><p>It's just gonna take maybe ten minutes, and then the rest of the early morning is theirs to spend together.</p><p>...It does not take just ten minutes.<br/>Furthermore, Vinyl already knows these people.</p><hr/><p>Rated Teen for Lemon Zest swearing like she's still a teenager (which an 18-year-old numerically is); drinking while under 21; (references to) smoking weed while underage; and one or two vague, oblique references to sexual acts.</p><p>This story was written for the <a href="/group/216924/the-eqg-anniversary-contests-spring-fling" rel="nofollow">Rainbow Rocks 10th Anniversary Shipping Contest</a>.</p>
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“Yeah, I just like driving at night more,” announced Lemon Zest, apropos of nothing. Well, other than her being the passenger of a white convertible speeding down the highway at night. “Like, I don’t go night-driving for fun like Izzy, but it’s a heck of a lot chiller when it’s just me on the road to, like, Pop-Goes-the-Weasel or wherever the munchies are taking me, haha.”
Her driver said nothing, which may have been because she would have had to compete with the pumping dubstep that thumped and ratcheted through the radio, like a raging minotaur going ham with a pair of power drills in a storm drain.
In other words, it went hard.
But the driver did dial down the volume when she heard Lemon’s voice. It didn’t have to go down that far; Lemon was a loud talker in her own right, thanks to years of hearing damage.
She continued without waiting for a reply. “Like, yeah, I know it’s supposed to be more dangerous or something ‘cause you can’t see shit or whatever, but that’s what headlights are for, right? So I dunno what the big problem is.”
Another noise-factor in the driver’s continued silence might’ve been the wind whipping past her ears. The top was down on her convertible, the breeze carrying her and Lemon’s hairs in trailing streaks of electric blue and acid green. As they zipped past a 24-hour diner, the grease and sweetness of late-night breakfast wafted through the air.
That top wasn’t going back up; as summer evenings went, this was as hot and muggy as any other – and besides, what’s the point in owning a convertible if you don’t ever convert?
“Besides, like, even if I wrap myself around a tree, it’s not like anybody except me beefs it. Daytime, I’m saddling a lotta folks with medical bills if I screw up, but at night, I ain’t hurting anybody.”
But to be perfectly honest, there was only one reason the driver was silent, and that was because she was mute. There were many things she might have said to her passenger, but signing and driving at the same time was exactly the kind of recklessness she really wanted to object to.
But there was something she could do.
The driver took a hand off her steering wheel to rest it on the shoulder of what used to be Lemon’s Crystal Prep jacket just a few months prior, before she ripped the sleeves off and turned it into a battle vest. That hand traced its way down Lemon’s arm until it took her by the palm and laced their fingers together, weaving stark white with ruddy pink.
“Aw, shit, man, you’re right. I’m sorry, I forgot it’d hurt you too, haha…”, she chuckled, nervous with guilt.
The driver’s hand squeezed tighter, before letting go and returning to the wheel.
A few seconds passed before Lemon spoke up again. “Hey Vizzy, ‘sit cool if I take over the aux cord?”
Vizzy (or Vinyl Scratch, as she wrote it) nodded and gave a quick thumbs-up. Normally, her rules were “Vinyl’s car, Vinyl’s music”, but she made an exception for Lemon.
So, Lemon plugged her phone in and started blasting her metalcore playlist instead, swapping the sterile, machine artifice of wubs and dubs for the viscerality of bloody screaming and the grimy riffs of the guitar.
In other words, it went just as hard.
Vinyl didn’t used to listen to all that much in the way of metal or punk. Then she met Lemon. It was at the Friendship Games, back in 2015, when they were both still in highschool. A bit of headphone swapping in the interest of cultural exchange led to numbers being exchanged too, and then, well…–
Just as she was about to reminisce about the early days of their relationship, Trixie Lulamoon’s show-van suddenly veered – fifteen miles over the speed limit – around to pass them in a non-passing stretch of the highway. It was marked for non-passing because it went around a blind turn over a sheer cliff. The frightened shriek Trixie let out as she pulled back out of the oncoming lane just in time for a semi-truck going the opposite direction (and blaring its horn) to roll through almost made up for the heart attack she gave Vinyl, who’d stomped on the brakes so hard her foot hurt.
“Haha, damn,” commented Lemon, completely unfazed, before going back to listening to the radio.
Several songs passed in shared wordlessness, Vinyl’s girlfriend of almost three years contentedly banging her head to the breakdowns, before Lemon piped up again. “Oh shit, we’re in Canterlot already. Sick.”
That late at night on a Sonday, the city streets were almost as empty as Lemon liked them, but they wouldn’t be so perfectly desolate as she hoped. Plenty of other Canterlites had to come home from the Star Swirled Music Festival, too.
In the suburbs where Vinyl went to school, they passed Bulk Biceps escorting Ditzy Doo to her door like a proper gentleman. Meanwhile, that Wallflower girl they brought with them started the walk home alone, so as not to make things awkward by letting Bulk drive her home, too. She probably didn’t have to; Ditzy didn’t have a jealous bone in her body, and Bulk was absolutely smitten with her.
They got stuck at an intersection behind Snails, who took nearly a full cycle to realize the light turned green, even as Snips hollered at him to “Just go already!”. Their one-sided married-old-couple sort of argument carried out their rolled-down windows until they finally turned out of Vinyl’s way. It was weird to think of those as anything but freshmen, but they’d be graduating next year, if they managed to hold onto their C-minus-averages.
As they cut through downtown, they spotted Sunset Shimmer lurching out of the RV she and her besties (and, as the rumors had it, her polycule) drove to Star Swirled in. She staggered, dead-tired, down the city sidewalk, towards a lonely brick rowhouse, at the door of which she stumbled onto her knees and kissed the welcome mat as though she’d been in exile for several weeks.
Everyone Vinyl went to school with was madly in love with somebody, huh? Or at least, it felt that way. Maybe it just felt that way because she was one of them?
Lemon’s schoolmates were the same way, from what Vinyl had seen. She could tell there was something passionate going on between Sunny Flare and Sour Sweet, the moment the two of them happened to be in the same room as Vinyl, and she did not particularly want to find out what kind.
Eventually, the particular girlfriend-girlfriend pair in Vinyl’s car reached the wealthy neighborhoods, where both of their families lived. Vinyl’s was rich enough from her father’s robotics job to fund certain hidden modifications to her ride that weren’t exactly street-legal… while Lemon’s parents literally founded the Lema-Lima soda company, making them some of the richest people in Pedestria.
They were stopping, of course, at the Lemon family mansion first, which made Vinyl’s place look like a cardboard box. The gate guard let them into the driveway, where they rolled past fountains sculpted to look like tipped-over soda cans and bottles brimming over with fizz, up to the garage for the detached house that Lemon basically moved into, just far enough from the main building that her jam sessions didn’t carry all the way over.
(In theory, the Lemons had a valet that could have taken over the parking for Vinyl’s car, but after the man accidentally activated its special features that one time, he’d refused to ever get inside without some sort of proof the machine had received a certified exorcism.)
Anyways, the car was parked and it was time to get out.
Lemon was barely onto her feet before Vinyl had circled around and threw her arms around her.
“Hahaha, love you too, Vizzy!” The hug was swiftly reciprocated. Lemon was the type to thump her girlfriend in the back a couple times when she hugged her, which was exactly what DJ P0N-3 needed after the long, high-energy show she capped Star-Swirled off with. It was as close to the professional back-massage she deserved as she could get at that hour. Even if it took only a few knots out of her back, it was a blessing.
And, like all hugs they shared, it was over too soon. Lemon broke off first, offering, as recompense, a kiss on the cheek and her full attention, the latter of which was the most precious gift she could offer.
|So…|, signed Vinyl, |is it just me, or was that the hypest Star Swirled ever?|
Lemon didn’t know any Pedestrian Sign Language when they first met. Their chats back then were mostly by text, same as with most of Vinyl’s classmates. But one day, before they started dating, Lemon randomly surprised her with a simple signed |Hello|… fingerspelled because the internet wasn’t doing a good job teaching her, but that wasn’t the point. The point was, she’d decided to pick up PSL just for Vinyl.
It probably should have been obvious to Vinyl that there was something deeper than just friendship going on, but to be honest, Vinyl was trying to avoid thinking about love back then.
The tensions surrounding the Battle of the Bands, back in freshman year, didn’t all go away when the thrall of the sirens (literal, actual sirens from Sunset’s pony world) was dispelled. For most of CHS’s students, the things they did and said while under the influence of the Dazzlings’ songs were just meaningless aggression: lies were hissed and insults spat, not because anyone believed them, but because the people spewing them were angry and just wanted to hurt whoever pissed them off. Those were usually pretty easy to apologize for.
But some people already had that venom hidden inside them, all neatly bottled up, and they were just too polite to let it out… until the sirens’ song coaxed it from their lips.
Octavia Melody was a very polite young lady, as the teachers liked to say. Her sense of etiquette was unparallelled in the school – even Rarity was a little more likely to commit a faux-pas here or there than Octavia. She appreciated the quiet and the arts in equal measure, and her parents had ensured she knew four languages going into highschool, one of which was PSL. How someone like Vinyl managed to earn her affection and become her girlfriend was a miracle she didn’t want to question.
Maybe she should have.
Things were going smoothly as ever between them when the Dazzlings came to CHS. Octavia was set to perform at the musical showcase that got recycled into the Battle of the Bands, while Vinyl… kinda got blocked by the rules requiring fully original compositions, so the mashups and samples she usually worked with needed to be thrown out the window. She just didn’t have time to sort out a set she could guarantee was clean, so she was just going to support Octavia from the audience. It was going to be so romantic.
But then the sirens entered the picture, and everyone who listened to their songs started getting snippier, surlier, more competitive, or all three.
Vinyl wasn’t affected because she happened to be listening to her own music whenever the sirens showed up, and Octavia… she handled it with all her usual tact and grace.
She didn’t even mean it in a mean way when she said dubstep was an aging fad and Vinyl needed to look into a new genre if she wanted to find success as a musician. She was genuinely looking out for her girlfriend. Why did Vinyl have to get so defensive? Why was she acting like such a child?
Despite those remarks, Vinyl did still watch Octavia’s performance in the bracket, even if she didn’t really want to, anymore. Attendance was kinda obligatory.
And when Octavia lost in round one, Vinyl tried to console her.
“I suppose this makes has-beens of us both,” was all Miss Melody bitterly mused, before storming out on her own.
Vinyl wouldn’t see her again until after the spell was lifted. Octavia immediately, sincerely apologized for hurting Vinyl’s feelings. She truly regretted the injury she had caused her girlfriend, from the bottom of her heart.
But she could not bring herself to take anything she said back. Not without sacrificing her honesty.
The two of them carried on in that zombie of a relationship for another year. They didn’t even do anything together the following summer, but when sophomore year started, they just returned to their old routines, going through the motions. This went on for a semester and a half, before Octavia politely thanked Vinyl for her time and apologized that she would be cutting things off, one unassuming day in the Aperil of 2015, just a month before the Friendship Games.
Being single again hurt worse than any given day of being together with Octavia, but it was also liberating. No unspoken expectations Vinyl was expected to mind-read, no elegantly-masked disrespect, no quietly-festering contempt, no criticism for her passion.
So Vinyl wasn’t looking to dip her toes back into love again, and definitely wasn’t sure what to do when, at nine AM on a random Satoeday, Lemon called her – even though (for obvious reasons) she didn’t like taking calls – sounding high as a kite, and explicitly, directly confessed her love multiple times over. She wanted to be Vinyl’s girlfriend.
Vinyl ended up asking for more time to think about it, hoping Lemon would forget, and sure enough, she did! …Which is why she asked again, a few days later (and sober this time), as though it was the first time she’d asked.
Second time was the charm. Vinyl said yes, because she had thought about it, and what she realized was this: Lemon Zest was basically the complete opposite of Octavia Melody: carefree, informal, straightforward, fun. Heck, she even wanted an open relationship, if that was alright, and while that might have been a breaking point with anyone else, it was just another way Lemon was the opposite of Octavia, and that was enough to get Vinyl to try it.
Given that the two of them had made it through two school years and almost three summers together without any serious fatigue… they were making it work.
Anyways, by this point, Lemon had become fluent enough in Pedestrian Sign Language over the course of their relationship to follow Vinyl’s gestures, though she stumbled over a lot of the signs herself and preferred to just talk back if she could. This was absolutely fine with Vinyl – though, it would help if she didn’t get lost in her own head when she was supposed to be listening to her girlfriend’s answer.
Vinyl smiled apologetically. |I’m sorry, I… missed all that.|
“Hahahaha, yeah, you went on a wicked face journey. No probbo though; lemme just take it from the top:
“Hell yeah it was! Shit was killer. Got to scope out all the up-and-comers, got to pig out on funnel cake, got to cheer on my favorite musicians in the whole world! I had a fuckin’ blast, hahaha.”
Vinyl affected her posture with mock injury. |Hold on. ’Musicians’ plural?|
“Oh come on, babe, you know you’re the best!” Lemon ducked in to plant another kiss on Vinyl’s lips. “But just because you were the highlight doesn’t mean I wasn’t gonna be there for my best buds playing their first concert in fuckin’ forever, too.”
|The other Shadow-Bolt girls? They have a band?|
“Nah, nah, nah – god I wish, though – my other buddies.”
|…I didn’t see the Rainbow-Booms| – the amount of times they came up in casual conversation, it was quicker to sign the band’s name like that than to fingerspell it every time – |on the lineup.|
“Nope! Not them, haha! My other, other buds.”
Vinyl’s hands stopped signing and came to a rest on her chin while she tried to figure out which of her girlfriend’s many, many, many best friends she was talking about.
It couldn’t have been her garage-bandmates because then Lemon would have been performing onstage with them (and Vinyl would have scheduled her sets around being able to go see the Meat Rinders, as they were calling themselves that week).
As far as Vinyl knew, Lemon never mentioned anything about her various weed dealers being musicians.
What did she know about them? Well, she was pretty sure the act in question played on day one, since she spent most of day two with Lemon, so she ventured to guess, |Are you talking Post-Crush?| That fit with ‘first concert in forever’, being a stop on their reunion tour, but she wasn’t sure if K-Lo was on the same level of ‘buddy’ as the sister of buddiest-of-buddies Indigo Zap.
“Well, yeah, I saw them too, and I guess Sunset and Pinkie too for some reason, but that’s not them, either.”
Maybe earlier in the day, Vinyl could keep this guessing game going, but late as it was… |Last guess, and then you have to tell me: was it your mysterious, reclusive neighbors?| This was frequently Vinyl’s last resort answer, both a joke and completely serious.
“Hey, you got it! That’s thems!”
|…Your neighbors played at Star-Swirled.|
“Yuh-huh.”
|Cool.| She honestly should have expected that. From the tidbits of gossip Lemon shared about them, they seemed eccentric enough to be inexplicably involved in just about anything under the sun, sorta like how Sunset’s pals seemed to just happen to be there whenever some freaky magic incident was going down. |Were they any good?|
“Hell yeah!” Though, Lemon lowered her voice, as if these neighbors were listening in, and added, “Though they played a lot of new synthy stuff and, man, I dunno, I just like their old stuff better. Their bass riffs are fuckin’ diiiiiiiiirty, man – I can’t get enough.” She shivered with delight as whatever tune she was alluding to wormed its way through her brain.
Frankly, she was maybe a bit jealous that another artist’s music was having this effect on her girlfriend. Maybe. But, admittedly, she didn’t really shoot for arousing with her own compositions. Energetic, thrilling, intense, for sure – but nothing particularly horny. She probably wouldn’t have been allowed to play at so many CHS events otherwise. Hard to justify getting too mad at losing a game she wasn’t even playing.
Vinyl clapped her hand on Lemon’s shoulder, just for a second. |Easy there, tiger. You look like you’re gonna ear-orgasm| – there was another portmanteau Vinyl had half a mind to put in the dictionary – |and I didn’t bring a mop.| That last sign left her hands in the perfect position to mime the act of actually mopping up.
That got Lemon laughing – really laughing, not just chuckle-saying “hahaha” – and that was worth so much more to Vinyl than holding onto envy. As much as Lemon found everything a little funny (and more so if she was high), it was a lot rarer to say the right thing to break through that equalizing wall of passive humor and make her straight-up double over, clinging to the hood of Vinyl’s car for support.
It took the girl a solid minute and a half to get over her giggles. Vinyl wasn’t even really sure what she signed was that funny. |You… cool?|
“Yeah, haha, I’m good.” Lemon pushed herself off Vinyl’s car – a little too hard, but Vinyl was right behind to catch her. “Now I wanna find out how they liked Star Swirled. I didn’t see any of ‘em today, so I couldn’t ask. I think they left after their set.”
|Did they have another show scheduled somewhere else?|
“Nah, I think they just wanted to get outta there.”
|Then it doesn’t sound like they wanted to be there.|
Lemon shrugged. “Maybe. They’re wicked antisocial. But I know for a fuckin’ fact they had a blast putting on their show. They looked fuckin’ more alive since they moved back in.” (These neighbors of hers had only returned to their estate three years ago, after a long absence.)
|Fair enough. I guess I shouldn’t speculate about bands I haven’t seen.|
At that point, it looked like inspiration slapped Lemon across the mouth. “…Well, hell, you wanna meet ‘em?”
|…At this hour?| Vinyl glanced at the clock on her dashboard stereo. 12:07 AM. She’d usually be hopping in the shower before bed about now.
“Pfft, they’re not gonna be asleep yet, haha. These guys’re real night owls.”
|I was thinking more about my sleep.| Well, that wasn’t entirely the case. She was tired, sure, but if Lemon wanted to spend the rest of their night together some other way, Vinyl might be up to it. Meeting Lemon’s neighbors was not in the list of activities ‘some other way’ could entail.
“Ahhhhh, come on! It’s right across the street! Shouldn’t take more than a couple minutes!”
|I don’t know.| It’s not that she didn’t want to – she loved meeting other musicians. Just… eventually. Not necessarily at midnight, unplanned and unannounced.
Lemon took her hand in hers, leaned in close, and puppydogged her soft, lemony eyes up at her with a long, pitiful “Pleeeeeeeeeeease?”
You know what? The middle of summer was made for bad decisions. |Okay,| she signed, with her free hand, before pulling the other free (Lemon knew better than to hold on too tight) to add, |Let’s go.|
But not by car. With one press of the remote in her pocket, the engine went to sleep. All the heavy musical equipment she’d had installed kinda did a number on the gas mileage, and Blue Planet had a whole lot to say about that when he found out the wub-whip’s dark secret. She still felt a little guilty about driving it to school, but on the other hand, if she didn’t bring a mobile transforming DJ station everywhere she went, the Battle of the Bands would have gone down a lot differently.
Besides, it was a pleasant night for a walk. It had cooled down just enough to be comfortable with her jacket unzipped, the crickets were playing their violins, and she needed a good stretch after the car ride here, anyways.
|You got any jams for a midnight stroll?|, she signed, but Lemon was way ahead of her, plugging the Y-cable she kept in her back pocket for just these moments into her phone, so they could both listen on their own headphones.
Hand in hand, ears in cups, they began their walk back down the Lemon mansion driveway. Lots of couples held hands, but their setup was special: Lemon’s hand went around whoever’s phone they were using, Vinyl’s hand around Lemon’s hand, and both of their thumbs poised over the skip button if they weren’t feeling this one.
The current track wasn’t a skipper, though. Apparently, the genre for their walk was hip-hop, which was more Pinkie’s and Indigo’s scene, but it’s what Lemon’s erratic mood swerved toward, and Vinyl was always happy to listen to the beat under the words.
And this, like every other music choice the two of them made, went hard. Her head was already bobbing with the first harsh, industrial drones of the backing track.
“Yeah, hahaha, pretty good, ain’t it? I know Doom Grasps’s supposed to be, like, hipster-baby’s first alternative rap before moving onto stuff that’s underground underground – like, Antimony Fandango subscriber starter kit shit – or at least that’s what the internet tells me, but I dunno, I could stay and listen a while. MC Glide fucks that flow good and hard, haha.”
…Hard to make out that flow when Lemon wanted to talk over it. Not that Vinyl didn’t hang on every word the chatterbox said.
“I mean, not as bad as Izzy gets. Like, shit, dude, when Indigo actually plays me someone new, it’s always the dopest shit, but god, she’s always stuck on like three songs when she’s got the aux. Fuckin’… Bratty Albano spits fire all over his discography, but my girl’s just got Yoga Pants on her playlist five times in a row, I swear!”
Vinyl silently chuckled. Rainbow Dash was like that, too, or so she heard.
It wasn’t long before they reached the other side of the street and the kinda-rusty-looking gate meant to keep out the rabble.
…It didn’t do a good job, though. It stood wide open, without a guard in sight, and creaked rustily in the gentle breeze.
This… wasn’t really how Vinyl expected Lemon’s neighbors to approach security. Like, even though her own family were Sci-Twi rich, not Lemon ultra-rich, they had a security guard (granted, that was more because her father brought work home often enough for corporate spies to potentially target their place, rather than any fear of the burglaries their state-of-the-art home security system was made to stop). It just didn’t seem right for anyone loaded enough to live next to Lemon to just… leave their gate open.
Predictably, they demonstrably weren’t expecting guests, because all the lights along the path were off. The only light she could see coming from anywhere on the premises seeped from a single window of the house itself. Thankfully, the moon was out to light their way.
…Not that there was anything pretty to look at. The dry, brown grass grew up past the knees, riddled with weeds (or, as Wallflower insisted, native grasses, wildflowers, and saplings). Speaking of trees, actually – the landscaping in general was weirdly wooded, like the mansion hadn’t had a groundskeeper in so long that an entire forest sprung up around the sidewalks.
All in all, the vibes were screaming ‘long-abandoned house, haunted by either ghosts or squatters’, and Vinyl wasn’t entirely sure she felt good about this adventure anymore. Part of her wanted to sign something to Lemon, but… holding onto Lemon’s hand kept her from losing her cool even worse.
And Lemon just kept walking along, like nothing was wrong.
As they neared the porch, Vinyl spotted dim flickers of light bursting from a darkened window. Rationally, it was just someone watching TV or getting some late-night gaming in – but on the other hand, perhaps it was some kind of sinister alchemical witchcraft, which was probably as real as everything else Vinyl thought was fake until it showed up at her highschool one day.
While Vinyl was working that over in her head, Lemon dragged her up to the front door, paused their music, and said, with a grin that always came before poorly-thought-out mischief, “Vizzy, go over there,” pointing to a particularly unlit corner of the porch. “Light’s busted on that side. You’ll be a surprise.”
|You sure?|, Vinyl signed, refusing to budge from Lemon’s side. |What if they answer the door with–| The first signs that came to her head were the set for ‘dark magic’, but thankfully something that looked less deranged came to her head: |I don’t know – a gun?|
“Nahhhhh, they won’t.” Lemon scratched the back of her head, but that smile refused to be wiped off her face. “Well, one of ‘em might have a bat or something – but don’t worry, it’s just for show. She likes to act like a scary bitch but she’s actually pretty chill. You know, like ZoZu!”
ZoZu, or Sour Sweet, was… still kind of scary, actually. Yes, her Sweet-then-Sour deal was mostly a persona… but the real woman underneath was mostly just Sour – a walking knot of anger trying to reinvent other emotions from first principles. And if she could ever be called ‘chill’, she was chill in the way a spider waiting in its web is chill.
…But she was also Lemon’s close friend, and that meant Vinyl was getting to know her, too. Once she got past Sour’s suffocating intensity and abrasive personality, Vinyl began to appreciate the great (albeit morbid) sense of humor and an indirect sort of honesty that were hiding in plain sight. Sour Sweet was definitely an acquired taste, but one which Vinyl was on the way to acquiring.
Maybe these neighbors of Lemon’s were like that, too.
|Alright,| Vinyl decided. |If you trust them, I trust them. But if we end up in the hospital, I’m writing ‘I told you so’ on your cast.|
“Wicked! Here,” – Lemon pulled her headphone jack out of the Y-cable and handed the phone to Vinyl. “Hold onto that for me.”
And so Vinyl stepped into the shadows.
After flashing a thumbs-up, Lemon casually raised her fist and hammered the front door like she was with the FBI. Each deafening blow chipped off flakes of (likely leaded) paint. “Doorbell doesn’t work either,” she casually explained, under the booming thuds.
All at once, the light that was on turned off, the flickering light froze on an eerie purple glow, and a third light clicked on behind a window on the highest floor. The porch light flicked on, too, but just like Lemon said, only one half of the porch lit up, and it was not Vinyl’s half.
Minutes passed without any other indication anybody had heard Lemon’s racket. Then, the heavy stomping of boots on squealing floorboards emanated from multiple directions inside, bleeding through any hole it could find in the old house and converging behind the door.
Vinyl’s apprehension was still mostly under control as the denizens inside began fidgeting with the lock. It’s not like she was certain she was about to die or anything.
…But she had a pretty strong feeling she was about to get yelled at by multiple angry strangers, and maybe have a gun pointed in her face for emphasis. It wouldn’t be the first time Lemon’s habit of kinda just ignoring most social graces had landed them both in hot water.
So, she was prepared to back off and scram with Lemon in hand, if she needed to.
That plan did not fly out the window when she happened to recognize the women who opened the door. In fact, she got that plan fired up and ready to go the moment she saw the violette with the pigtails and a heavy pipe wrench in her palms, the bluette with the ponytail and a disarmingly innocent smile, and the golden diva shrouded in curling locks of amber, poised to shove the aforementioned blue girl at them.
These were the Dazzlings.
The sirens.
The three sirens that entranced the school and led to the breakdown of Vinyl’s last relationship.
The sirens Vinyl also incidentally helped beat by freeing their enemies, The Rainbooms, from a trap they weren’t getting out of on their own.
The same sirens she helped again by mixing up the backing track for “Got the Music In Me” and playing it live with The Rainbooms as they crashed the Battle of the Bands and bested the sirens in magical combat (which was also kinda the point at which Vinyl’s expensive hobby started turning into a career).
Those sirens.
And they looked deeply unhappy to see Lemon.
“Are you ffffffucking kidding me, grasshead. What the fuck is your problem?”, growled Aria Blaze, lowering her weapon until it hung limp at her side. “It’s midnight. I’m trying to watch some damn TV. Take a hike.”
Before Lemon could respond, Adagio Dazzle declared, “I’m going back to bed. You two have fun,” and then booted Sonata Dusk out the door, before slamming and locking it behind her sister(?).
For her part, Sonata lost her balance, stumbling past Lemon, tripping down the porch steps, and landing on the pavers, but other than some groaning, she seemed to be fine. She was back on her feet in seconds.
“Hiya, Lem,” she said, wiping the dirt off her graphic tee (a joke about two living tacos, one of whom had a bite taken out of it and looked depressed, while the other asked, |Do you want to taco ‘bout it?|).
“‘Sup, Zona.”
“Not much. Just decompressing.” And then, on the way back up the steps, she added, “Oh, hi, DJ P0N-3.”
If Vinyl wasn’t already staying still for the ruined surprise, she would have frozen solid right there.
Sonata likewise stopped in her tracks, blinked a few times, and stared at the unexpected DJ.
–And then she bolted for the door, drumming her hands and shrieking, “Lemme in! Lemme iiiin! DJ P0N-3 found us and she’s back to finish the job! We never shoulda gone to that stupid festival!”
But the door remained closed. In fact, Vinyl could swear she heard the volume on that distant television going up a few notches. Sonata’s sisters(?) weren’t listening.
Hopelessly, Sonata threw her back to the door, shielding her face with her arms and shouting, “Don’t turn me into a robot! I’m too dumb to be a good cyborg!”
But when no field-cyborgification was forthcoming, Sonata peeked between her bare blue wrists and saw Lemon snickering into her hands, and Vinyl raising hers in what even the PSL-illiterate understand to mean, |I’m not gonna hurt you.|
“…You’re not here to cut out our brains and put them in a fishtank that turns into a mixing booth?”
|What?| Another sign that Sonata should have been able to read.
“Dude, what?”, Lemon also asked, still laughing at what she must have assumed was just some high-concept bit. She turned to Vinyl. “You weren’t even at their show yesterday, were you?”
|No. I didn’t even know they were performing in public again.| Considering they lost their voices when the Rainbooms’ kelematechnics smashed their amulets…
“So did she maybe go to your…”, trailed Lemon, trying to think this through. “Wait, wait, wait, ‘again’? So you have heard of The Dazzlings?”
|Yes.|
“Why didn’t you say so?”
|You… never actually mentioned them by name.|
“…Huh. I thought I did. Whoops, haha. –But yeah, The Dazzlings are my neighbors. How sick is that?”
Vinyl glanced back and forth between the show-offy grin on her girlfriend and the now-less-terrified-more-really-confused side-eye Sonata was giving the both of them. Before she could figure out how to tactfully answer that question, however, Sonata instead asked, “Hey, uh, Lem? Why’dja show our, like, eighth-worst enemy where we live?”
“Your what?!” As much as Vinyl had been waiting for her chronically-oblivious sweetheart to notice the tension between them, it still hurt to see her confident ease do a backflip, break its neck on the concrete, and shatter into a bewildered backfoot. “So wait, wait, you two already know each other and you don’t like each other?”
Sonata walked over to the side of the porch opposite Vinyl, putting their mutual friend between them. “You know how we told you about that chick who crashed the Battle of the Bands (even though she wasn’t a contestant!) and helped those Rainbutts (who were disqualified!) kick our asses before we even got to finish one song? That was her.”
That was a serious misrepresentation of events! Vinyl had to set things straight. |One: they were trying to take over the world!| Or at least, that’s what the Rainbooms claimed. She… kinda missed all the build-up to their climactic confrontation. |Two: they locked the Rainbow-Booms under the stage so they’d be disqualified as no-shows.|
“No, Trixie did that,” objected Sonata.
Vinyl raised a brow over the rim of her shades. She wasn’t expecting Sonata to know PSL too. That kinda took away any hope of privately signing anything to Lemon. But she kept her cool and carried on her counterargument with, |And the world domination?|
“Oh, no, yeah, that was super us.” It wasn’t so much an admission as an unrepentant (even nostalgic) statement. “But Lemon already knows that.”
Vinyl looked to her girlfriend, expecting… she didn’t know what she expected.
All Lemon had to say for herself was a shrug and a, “What can I say? Trying to take over the world with evil music is fuckin’ sick.” She shrugged a second time. “It’s not like they can do it again.”
“And you can thank this dork jockey over here for that,” said Sonata, pouting and crossing her arms. “For realsies, why’dja bring her here? What’s going on?”
“I wanted you guys to meet my girlfriend, Vinyl Scratch.”
Sonata blinked. Then blinked again. Finally, she said, “Wow! And I thought Aria had bad tas–” Lemon whipped her loose headphone cable at Sonata, catching her in the arm. “Owie!”
“Dude, don’t talk about Vizzy like that.” She continued to twirl her headphone jack like a flail.
“Fiiiiiine,” groaned Sonata, still rubbing the fresh white welt, “but mostly because I’m not really that mad at her.”
|You aren’t?|
“Not as much as my sisters. Don’t get me wrong – I still think you pulled some no-fair out-of-nowhere bullshit – but like, at least we got to run away afterwards? If we did beat the Rainbooms and make them our thralls, then the next guys would be the cops and the army. They’d probably figure out the headphones trick like you did, and then it’d all be over, and I don’t like getting shot at or put in a cage under Zone 51 and dissected alive. So, like, I’m not gonna thank you, but I can’t get that mad at you, either. …‘Specially if you’re not here for robot-y revenge.”
“Wait, yeah, what was that about turning you into a robot?”, asked Lemon.
“…Something Ari told me, and I’m starting to think she made it up to scare me.”
Nobody really seemed to know how to carry on the conversation from there. Silence reigned for a minute or so before Vinyl asked, |Did your sister really lock you out of the house?|
“Yeah.” As if to prove it, she rattled the unturning knob. “She does that sometimes.”
|So… when does she usually let you back in?|
“When she gets the mail. Hey, are you losers hungry?”
There was absolutely no pause between those two statements. Vinyl wasn’t sure what to make of the non-sequitur, but Lemon answered with a resounding, “Fuckin’ always!”
“Then let’s go,” she said, with a wave of the arms, and went down the porch steps, Lemon following right behind.
Vinyl started to sign, |Where are you going?|, but nobody was looking at her. They were already several strides down the grass-choked path.
She wasn’t happy with this change of plans. Lemon said they’d be back at her place in ten minutes, but now they were getting something to eat? And, okay, at least one of the sirens didn’t seem that dangerous anymore, and maybe, in theory, Vinyl could make friends with them at some point, but did they really have to do that tonight? Vinyl wanted to spend her time with Lemon, not Lemon and her retired magical supervillain neighbor.
There was a way out of this. She could always just run up, tap her girlfriend on the shoulder and let her know she’s heading home. But would she really prefer to spend it alone than with a third wheel?
…Would she really prefer to leave Lemon alone with a not-so-mythical siren, regardless of how much they hung out before, or how open their relationship was, or how much of that fabled seductive power was gone now? Vinyl tried not to mind who else Lemon fooled around with, but she really didn’t want to think about having to share Lemon with any of The Dazzlings.
Ugh. Well, the thing about summer being for bad decisions was, it was also for dealing with the outcomes of those bad decisions. Vinyl hurried to catch up.
About halfway back to the gate, Sonata swerved into the tall grass, taking a skinnier sidepath that Vinyl had completely missed on the way in. She’d been assuming Sonata would lead them to the gate, or maybe the garage-y structure that looked like it was converted from some stables, so they could go out and hit up some fast food place, but here they were, disappearing into the forest.
“Watch out for massasaugas,” Sonata advised, brushing through the foliage. “Ari stepped on one like a year ago and its teeth got stuck in her boot. Didja know rattlesnakes are actually, like, super tasty?”
“ZoZu legit says the same thing, haha. What’dja do to it?”
“Well, I hit it with a shovel until it stopped moving.”
“After that, I mean.”
“Oh! Yeah, so, after I cut it up, I tried my chicken taco mix on half the meat and I made a sorta gumbo-y dealio with the other.”
“Damn, now you made me even hungrier.” She playfully punched the siren in the arm, and the siren shoved back. Even though it looked just as playful, it tweaked a protective nerve in Vinyl that made her move to stand between the two of them.
“It was really, really good,” Sonata continued. “I woulda done something with the skin but I kinda tore it up. Whoops.”
At that point, two low-hanging branches crossed over the path, which Sonata had to duck under, but once she was on the other side, she announced, “Here we are!”, her voice muffled by the layered leaves.
Lemon stopped just long enough for Vinyl to grab her wrist and give her the ‘are-we-still-sure-about-this’ head-tilt. As chill as Sonata seemed, she still wasn’t entirely sure she wanted to follow her into the woods.
“Don’t worry, the night’s going great! You got Zona to come around! I’m just gonna have to reintroduce you to the others some other time,” she assured Vinyl, not entirely grasping her concerns. “Now c’mon! I’m starving!”
And with that, the oblivious dope she was in love with scurried under the branches.
Well. Not like Vinyl was gonna turn back alone. Into the woods she crawled, and – oh, there was an entire second house behind those trees.
This place might have been in even worse condition than the main one. She could point out the cracked foundation or the odd dangling shutter, but the big, obvious problem was the tree that just sorta fell on the roof at some point, long enough ago that the bark had all rotted away.
Sonata was already at the door, tucking a key under the faded welcome mat. “So, this is our guest house. Haven’t had guests since the second or third time we went on tour, though!”
While Sonata’s eyes were on her, Vinyl took the opportunity to sign, |Second or third time? How long ago was that?|
“Let’s see… I think it was 1850-something? We went to the South to soak up all the bad vibes, and we kinda got stuck there a while. Like, decades. It sucked sooooo bad.”
…So the Rainbooms weren’t mistaken: these sirens really were immortal.
Vinyl primed a follow-up question, but Sonata had already turned around to enter the decrepit guesthouse.
Fortunately, this hole did seem to have working electricity, unevenly flickering on when the siren brushed her arm along a wall. And following her inside, Vinyl was at least happy the floors were kinda swept…-ish. It looked like someone lived here, at least, even if that someone slacked on the upkeep.
But then Vinyl saw the lightswitch. There it crouched, plateless, just nakedly crammed into a hole crudely dug into the wooden wall.
Sonata caught her staring at this insult to the trades and said, “Yeah, we didn’t really start using this place, either, until we came back for the Battle of the Bands. We had to replace the wood stove in here and since we couldn’t just charm an electrician anymore, Aria figured it out herself.”
|Couldn’t you just… hire one?|
“Probably? But Ari and Dagi (mostly Dagi) won’t let me just get a guy for it for the same reason everything’s” – she gestured all around her – “still the way it was when we moved back in. They don’t really like having humans who aren’t under our spell snooping around.”
“Except for me!”, interjected Lemon, as Sonata led them through the dusty living room.
“Oh, no, ha; they don’t like you snooping around, either. They just can’t stop you without calling the cops and having even more humans snooping around.”
Lemon wasn’t one to let Sonata telling her that her sisters actually didn’t like her get her down. “Nahhhhhh,” she said, with a dismissive wave, “they’re just tsunderes like in Sunny’s mangas or whatever. They just won’t admit they like me, hahaha.” Well, Vinyl had to admire that unwavering spirit of hers, even if her analysis wasn’t all that sound.
“Eh…”, Sonata doubted, before changing the subject – coinciding with her pushing through a loosely-mounted pair of saloon-style doors whose unoiled hinges whined at her passage. “Anyways… welcome to… my second kitchen!”
The doors didn’t quite swing shut behind her, so Vinyl and Lemon slipped through without making nearly as much noise.
Vinyl was prepared for the worst. If this was as much of a sty as the rest of the sirens’ mansion, she resolved to turn around and go home, with or without Lemon.
…But inside was honestly the cleanest space she had seen since setting foot on their property. There were still dust bunnies in the corners of its aged hardwood floors, but the marble counters were clear and the lavishly-decorated china dishes that stocked the cabinets were all put away behind fancy crystal-glass windows. Some of those windows were broken, but someone had gone to the effort of covering over the breaks with empty trash bags to keep the dust out.
“So… DJ,” Sonata said, settling on a nickname, “you got anything against beef?”
|…I’m trying to cut down on red meat.|
“Well, too bad, ‘cause that’s what I’m making. That’s not a dealbreaker, is it?”
Vinyl never actually agreed to a meal in the first place, she wasn’t that hungry to begin with, and she wasn’t lying about cutting down on red meat. She was about to sign, |It is,| and tell Lemon she was ready to go home when her girlfriend gave her the brightest, widest grin and grabbed her by the hands.
“It’s worth it, I promise,” she gushed. “Zona’s a really good cook.”
“Uh-huh! Best in the world!”, said cook hollered, from the bottom of a freezer-trunk that bit down on her waist like a toothless mimic, leaving her… shapely… round… pyjama-shorted butt… dangling outside.
Vinyl shook her head and looked away. Unfortunately, she chose to look at her girlfriend, who was definitely, unambiguously staring at the siren’s ass, too. Now, obviously, having an open relationship meant there weren’t any rules against checking out other women (sometimes, they even got together and compared notes), but…
But Vinyl was jealous. She couldn’t help it. She wanted Lemon’s time and attention, and here Lemon was, giving it to Sonata. Just because Vinyl avoided caring who else Lemon had the hots for didn’t mean she wanted to watch her crush on somebody else, let alone – again – a siren. Vinyl wasn’t sure she was in the right to feel this way, but she couldn’t convince herself she was wrong, either.
Sonata burst back out with a frozen packet of ground beef, and said, as she ripped it open, “So?”
Whatever else factored into her decision, she didn’t want to just yield Lemon to Sonata. |I guess a little won’t hurt. I’ll stay for a bite.|
Lemon cheered. “Trust me, Vizzy, one bite’s all you need to be hooked for life!”
There was one thing Vinyl wanted to clear up, though. |That sounds like drugs. Or magic. There’s no magic in your cooking, is there?|
“Just the magic of friendship (bleh)”, Sonata bluhhed, before dumping the meat in a pot on the stovetop and… pulling an industrial-grade hairdryer out of a drawer. “Don’t tell Dagi I’ve been keeping this here. She’s been looking for it for months.” She then proceeded to start blasting the frozen meat with hot air from above as the burner warmed up from below.
Since the siren’s eyes were fixed on her cooking, Vinyl had Lemon relay her followup question: “You’re into friendship now, too?”
Sonata snorted. “I’ve been making friends since we got stranded here, silly. It’s not hard, and that mean unicorn and that loser princess and her dumb friends definitely didn’t invent it.” She set the hairdryer aside and started dashing spices into the meat quicker than Vinyl could keep track of. “There’s pleeeeenty of old Meskiddan ladies in Canterlot who wanna talk about their families and swap recipes and stuff. I even know some of them from back when they were young hotties. Like, know know.” With a giggle, she put on a voice that was about 80% generic old lady to 20% Meskiddan and quoted, “‘You remind me of a girl I used to know.’ Heck, some of them still even got it, if you know what I’m saying.”
Great. Cool. Now Vinyl had confirmation that Sonata was interested in girls and had a very active sex life. Because that’s what she wanted. Very cool.
Vinyl changed the subject before Sonata could decide they didn’t get it and needed elaboration. She had Lemon ask, “So where did you learn sign language?”
Sonata didn’t look up from where she was eyeballing the appropriate amount of water for a pot of dry, brown rice. “Oh, yeah, that’s a funny story. So, you know, we don’t exactly live like it, but we’re still rich. We’ve been rich baaaasically since the Boytish moved in and started calling this place Pedestria. It’s weird: the more money you have, the easier it is to get more of it, and all it takes to get to that point is getting written into a few old widows’ and widowers’ wills.”
The can opener forced Sonata to pause the story while she cracked open the black beans and the diced tomatoes, leaving Vinyl to silently hope the sirens never accelerated the timelines on any of those wills.
“But even after the stock market happened,” she continued, “we still sometimes just seduced people for fun – no songs, even; all game – just to get away from each other for a few years. And back in the fffffifties, I wanna say,” – that would have been before PSL was officially recognized in schools, Vinyl observed – “there was this really rich, suuuuuper pretty heiress who was completely deaf. I remember her name because it was kinda funny: it was Pearly Whites, but she never, ever smiled.”
A new cold wave of disdain surged through Vinyl’s gut. This Ms. Whites being treated as a trophy for her disability rubbed her absolutely the wrong way.
Meanwhile, the only thought that occurred to Lemon was, “Haha, that’s a dentist-ass name.”
Sonata giggled. “I know, right? Anyways, obviously, our songs wouldn’t work on her, even if Ari got mad and cheated, so getting Pearly eating out of one of our hands woulda been, like, the true test of our skills. Especially because we definitely weren’t the only three vying for her. She had suitors, like, up and down the block.”
Once she got the beans warming up on the stove, next to the (regrettably fantastic-smelling) beef, Sonata pulled out a bunch of unlabelled jars and a mixing bowl. One of them looked like some kind of flour, so she must have been making tortillas from scratch.
…Kinda going all-out, wasn’t she?
“But everybody struck out with her. All the suitors, and Dagi, and Ari, and me. And, f’realsies, you shoulda seen how mad Dagi got that she couldn’t just shake her hips to get Pearly drooling after her. You could build a sauna around her; that’s how steamed she was.
“After a while, this game kinda started eating into our grazing-on-strife lifestyle, so Ari and Dagi kinda started focusing on that. But not me! I kept–”
Mid-sentence, Sonata ducked out of sight, behind the island in the middle of the room, for several seconds before whopping out a heavy, antique wood-and-steel tortilla press, which she set on the counter with the utmost care.
“I kept trying,” she restarted. “Eventually, I saw her doing hand-gestures with her family butler and the other help.” Between every sentence, she pressed out another tortilla with a lot of straining and grunting. “So I sorta charmed my way into her staff.” Press. “Then I got the run-down on sign language from them.” Press. “It didn’t take me long to learn at all.” Press. “I’m way better at picking up new words than the others.” Press. “Sometimes Dagi still says ‘everypony’.” Press. “And Ari likes to say ‘fuck’ a lot but I used to be able to get her so mad she’d say ‘rutt’ instead.”
Funny anecdotes aside… |Back to the story. Let me guess what happened next:|, Vinyl instructed Lemon to relay, as Sonata kept churning out raw tortillas, |you made all the other servants look bad until you were positioned to make your move on her.| It was an accusation she made without thinking about how exactly that would give her an advantage if Aria and Adagio couldn’t get anywhere with her, but Vinyl was too irritated to care about that.
Lemon hesitated. “Uh, Vizzy, you sure you want me to say it like that?”
Sonata looked up from her tortilla-pressing. “Say it like what?”
Vinyl repeated herself, just as brazenly.
Sonata giggled. “Nah, but it probably woulda been faster if I thought to do that. That’s the kind of plan Dagi’s good at making, but like I said, I was alone. What actually happened was, I cheated the game to get her.”
|What? I thought you couldn’t sing to her.|
“Oh, I didn’t cheat that way, and honestly, it’s not really cheating. I just figured out she had an interest in medical science and let her write and sign about it to me until she was head-over-heels for her bestest listener ever, even though it all kinda went over my head.” She smiled, deviously.
Vinyl didn’t get it. |So wait, you just… got to know her as a person and let her fall in love with you?|
“Yeah! Totally against the spirit of the game, but it worked.” As Sonata started frying the tortillas, corn oil hissing and crackling in her pan, she let out a wistful sigh. “Pearly and me had a good decade together before I started getting too mood-hungry not to feed with my sisters, ‘cause that’s really the most efficient way to do it, and she was getting kinda bored of me, anyways. Sure, I was a great listener, but she really wanted a brainiac equal.” She gazed in silence at the pan for several moments before continuing. “I think she actually did hook up with a dentist? And I like to think she hooked him with the skills I taught her. She had some crazy tongue game by the time we called it off.” She looked up from the stove, meeting Vinyl’s blush with a grin.
Vinyl didn’t want to be embarrassed. She wanted to be righteously indignant. |You stuck around? I’d have thought you’d ditch her the moment you won.| She wasn’t trying to start a fight; just to put the siren on the backfoot.
But Sonata didn’t seem to take any offense to that. “Nah, that’s more Ari’s style. I’m not sure she’s even into love? But, like, remember all that stuff about being adored in our songs?”
|I never heard any of your songs.| She tapped on her headphones.
“Oh, right. Well, uh, anyways, being loved is a kind of being adored, even if Dagi was mostly thinking about the whole world being our fans when she spun those lyrics through our gems. And being loved kinda needs you to give love back, so… yeah.” The sudden scrape of a knife against a stone cutting board was shortly followed by the aroma of onions, tomatoes, and lime juice. “I loved her as long as the need to eat anger would let me, but you know, it wouldn’t be the first time that dumb side-effect of our immortality made me have to walk away.” She shrugged. “Guess I can thank you for not having to deal with that anymore.”
Cool. Great. There might have been bits of that story Vinyl could object to, but for the most part, it didn’t even make for good fuel for her dislike of this particular siren. What a waste of her time.
And yeesh, Sonata was as passive in the face of open hostility as Lemon. Why was a trait she appreciated in her girlfriend so frustrating from this woman?
That wasn’t where the similarities ended, either, as much as Vinyl hated to acknowledge it. She was stuck in a room with two attractive, airheaded musicians with no filter – one of whom she couldn’t get enough of, and one of whom made her want to leave the room. She hated to admit that she found Sonata attractive, because that made her feel unfaithful, even though that wasn’t a boundary in her relationship with Lemon. She hated to admit that she found Sonata annoying (albeit hard to describe as monstrous, anymore), because that made her feel like a hypocrite who couldn’t really call herself in love with her girlfriend.
How on Pedes was she supposed to square this contradiction?
What had been a really great day right until midnight sure was going terribly.
“Aaaaaand tacos are done!”, Sonata announced, as she bundled an arm-full of condiments from the fridge to the counter. The shredded cheese and sour cream were store-brand, but the guacamole came in a mason jar that suggested Sonata had made that herself, too.
Though, when she checked the sour cream, she made a hideous face and hastily chucked it into the trash can. “Uhhhh, be right back,” she said, covering all the pots and pans to keep the heat in. Then, fetching a conspicuous crowbar from an umbrella stand, she declared, “I gotta jimmy the window open on the main kitchen and get some more of that,” and hustled off without another word.
Vinyl turned to Lemon, working up the nerve to ask her if it was alright to just leave–
–and then Sonata poked her head back into the guesthouse kitchen. “Don’t tell Ari I have this,” she said, waving the crowbar. “It’s not hers, but she doesn’t want me to have it, either.” And then she left.
This time, Vinyl waited a few seconds to be sure she heard the front door slamming shut before getting ready to speak–
–but Lemon spoke first. “Hey, uh, is everything alright?”
Reflexively, Vinyl signed, |Yeah,| but then, |Actually, no. I can’t stand Sonata.|
“Yeah, that’s the vibe I got.” She threw her head into her crossed arms on the table. “Man, I wish I knew there was bad blood between you and The Dazzlings. I’m a fuckin’ dumbass – but what else is new, haha… ha…”
Part of Vinyl was cranky enough that she wanted to call Lemon out for moping about herself instead of paying attention to Vinyl’s feelings, but that part was unable to influence her all that strongly, as it was too busy waging war against another part, which insisted that feeling mad at Lemon was proof she’d wasted the last two years of both of their lives.
So she placed her palm on Lemon’s forehead, lacing her pale, white fingers through those greasy bangs of green, lifting her girlfriend’s head until her chin was resting on her arms. Vinyl pulled back and signed, |Sure, but you’re my dumbass.|
That got a giggle out of Lemon. “Thanks.”
But steering Lemon’s mood back towards the happy was pointless if she was gonna follow that up with, |Is it alright if I leave? I don’t mind you staying,| she forced herself to allow, |but I just want to go home at this point.|
Lemon frowned. “I… guess…”, she was about to concede, but then she shook her head. “No, please, just stick around for the meal. We’ll head out right after, I promise.”
|I know it’s rude to make her start cooking| – she signed, even though Vinyl didn’t make Sonata do anything – |and then walk out, but I don’t want to eat anything she made.|
“You need to eat something!”, Lemon objected.
|Why?!| Vinyl took off her shades to make the frustration and confusion she was trying to get across as clear as day. |I can just say I lost my appetite! It’s fine!|
“No. This isn’t about manners.”
|What is it, then?!|
“Babe, you skipped dinner.”
Vinyl tilted her head. No, she…?
“I tried to get you some funnel cake or churros or, like, anything, at Star Swirled, but you didn’t want any before your show, and then you drove right on past the diner I thought you wanted to stop at, so I know you haven’t eaten since lunch.”
Lemon was right. Vinyl hadn’t eaten.
Her girlfriend reached across the table to lace her fingers with Vinyl’s again. “Ain’tcha hungry?”, she implored, letting go so Vinyl could give her answer.
|No, I–| The rumbling of her stomach chose precisely that moment to betray her. |Okay, fine. I am hungry.|
“Right, and I don’t want you going home hungry, so I thought, ‘Hey, why don’t I get her some of the best fuckin’ tacos I’ve ever had?’ And, you know, I can have you meet some more of my friends at the same time.”
“Did I hear you guys are ready for some Sonatacos?!”, hollered Sonata, holding aloft a fresher tub of sour cream, with the crowbar slung over her shoulder.
Lemon looked pleadingly at Vinyl. At the same time, Sonata lifted the lid off the meat pot and that greasy, spicy, savory scent coiled her hunger into an aching knot.
With a sigh, she nodded her head and signed, |I’ll eat.|
Lemon pumped her fist. “Hell yeah! Me, too!”
Sonata was already plating her own. “Then come serve up!”
While Vinyl did get in line, she stood back and watched the others prep theirs, first.
The chef herself was going all-out with her fixings. There was not a single topping she excluded, from the laboriously-precise sprinkling of shredded cheese to the garnish of fresh pico de gallo she’d chopped up.
Lemon followed closely behind, going heavy on the beans and meat but putting the rice on her plate instead of in the shell. She skipped the dairy altogether (which was usually a sign that she planned on hanging out with Vinyl later and didn’t want the consequences of dairy to interfere), piling on the salsa and guac in their stead, and finished her plate of four with a thorough dribbling of hand-squeezed lime juice.
Finally – and still with some reluctance – Vinyl dished up, too. She’d start with one taco and see how she felt from there. She filled it up on beans and rice, no beef – again, trying to cut down on red meat – and shared Lemon’s appreciation for veggies, although she almost wished Sonata had thrown some bell peppers and onions on the stove. In any case, she had an unfortunately-wonderful-smelling vegetarian taco on her plate as she headed back to the table.
Though, when Sonata saw how little Vinyl had grabbed for herself, she presumptuously spooned a scoop of rice onto Vinyl’s plate, which only further irritated her, but what was Vinyl gonna do? Scoop it back into the rice pot?
The others dug in first, not even sorting out the beverage situation until Sonata was halfway through taco one of six. With a mouth full of mush, she waved at the fridge and slobbered, “I got Tiaras in the fridge. Help yourselves!”
|We’re not 21,| objected Vinyl, not that she even actually cared about the drinking age, herself, nor that she necessarily intended to drive home that night. Crashing in Lemon’s bed and driving home in the morning was always an option. She just wanted to spurn Sonata’s generosity.
Lemon certainly didn’t obey that particular law, bursting into laughter and getting up to raid that refrigerator. Waggling one of those Meskiddan beers in the air, she asked, “Want one, Vizzy?”
Vinyl shook her head. |Just pour me a water. Please.|
“Uh,” Sonata interjected, “use the pitcher in the fridge. The filter on the sink’s kinda going out.”
It wasn’t until Lemon was back with Vinyl’s drink that she took a bite of the taco and then another and then another and then it was gone. It was gone. She barely even remembered how it tasted, other than the fact it was good.
And she wanted more.
She heard Lemon and Sonata snickering as she got up to load more tacos onto her plate. These were mostly more vegetarians, but a beef taco somehow, mysteriously, made its way onto her plate as well, so she might as well try it.
She slowed down with the second one and actually savored it. For being thrown together in maybe half an hour, in a dismal little kitchen, it tasted better than anything she’d get anywhere except a Meskiddan family’s restaurant.
And, bite by bite, she found that her anger and apprehension were… dissipating. Her contempt for Sonata cooled into disdain, into dislike, into the forgive-but-don’t-forget optimism she imagined Sunset must have felt with so many of her friends, and her mistrust was buried under every sign she’d ignored that, as much as Sonata was, by no means, as innocent as she pretended to be during the Battle of the Bands, she also wasn’t a total puppy-kicking bitch and had her moments of compassion, too.
Vinyl’s frustration with Lemon vanished completely, forgotten like so many other minor squabbles they’d had. She reached over and took Lemon’s hand in her own, squeezing it tight.
Gosh, was she really just cranky because she was hungry?
As she was milling that revelation over in her head (while her teeth milled over some expertly-seasoned beef), a fourth person entered the kitchen.
Aria Blaze stopped at the entrance and stared at Vinyl Scratch. Everyone – even Sonata – flinched. But before anyone could say anything, her eyes flickered over to Lemon and the hands the two of them held. With an exhausted, wordless groan, she turned toward the stove and started shovelling meat and nothing else into a taco shell, which she ate by the sink, glaring at Vinyl the entire time as chips of tortilla and grounds of beef tumbled to the floor.
Dread and displeasure flooded Vinyl once again, though not as fiercely as they did with Sonata. The blue siren, at least, was playing nice. There was a snowball’s chance in Pandemonium that the surly violette would be half as friendly, and Vinyl doubted that just eating more food would help her get over whatever Aria might do and say to her.
But then, Aria walked out just as wordlessly – though not before snatching the crowbar off the counter along the way.
When the front door once again slammed shut, Sonata piped up first. “Wow, that went really well!”
|I guess?|
“I mean, she’s probably gonna yell at me about it tomorrow, or maybe tell Dagi to yell at me about it, but hey! I thought we were gonna have to break up a fight!”, she said, glancing at Lemon.
Vinyl signed, |And I guess it means we’ve already got our introductions out of the way, if I end up back here some other time…|
Lemon gasped, her eyes twinkling like she had a front-row view of a pyrotechnics-heavy metal show. “Wait, you’re not just cool now, but cool with coming back, too?!”
|Well… maybe, if I’m in the neighborhood.|
Sonata hummed, feigning reluctance. “If you waaaaant, maybe I’d be fine with it. I wouldn’t mind cooking for more than just my sisters and Lemon and me. Maybe I’ll even make chicken, next time.”
|I’d honestly eat beef again if you cooked it,| Vinyl admitted. |But I would prefer chicken, yes.|
“Gotcha. Then as long as you two don’t join Sunset’s dumb circle and lead them here, you’re welcome in my kitchen, even if my other sisters don’t like it!”
|Thank you.|
“Though… come to think of it, maybe you guys should get out of here before Dagi comes down, too. I think she left her window open and the smell’s probably gonna wake her up, if it hasn’t already. You really don’t want to try making friends with Crabby Dagi.”
“Haha, that’s fair,” Lemon said, getting up to grab a couple more beers for the road. “Gracias por los tacos, Zona.”
Vinyl nodded in agreement.
“De ‘nata!~” – Lemon snorted – “Thank you for introducing me to your girlfriend, Lem, and thank you, DJ, for not dragging me into your workshop and turning me into a robot!”
Vinyl still had no clue where Sonata was getting that from. Was she confusing her for Micro Chips or Sci-Twi or something?
In any case, Sonata showed them to the door, where, on the porch, Vinyl signed to Lemon, |Sorry for being a grouch. You were right,| then leaned in to plant a kiss on Lemon’s cheek (and discreetly clean off a stray smear of guacamole that had made its way there). She could come back for the beer on her lips when they were alone.
“Awh, okay, you guys are kinda cute,” Sonata admitted. “Now get going! I just saw Dagi’s light turn on!”, she warned, pointing to a glimmer of light through the canopy that shrouded the guesthouse.
“Yeah, okay, seeya!”
|Bye!|
Thankfully, Lemon knew the way out, leading Vinyl through the trees and between the tall grasses with an eager sort of haste. Soon, she and Vinyl put the gaping gates behind them, crossed the street, and made it back up to Lemon’s own garden suite, where Lemon asked her, waggling one of her leftover beers, “So… wanna sleep in my bed tonight? ‘Cause that’s what I wanna do.”
The decision was easy for Vinyl to make. She pushed away the beer, got in her car, cranked the ignition… and parked it in Lemon’s garage, in case it rained overnight. Then she took the beer, and took her girlfriend inside.
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The Ballgown
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Luna gets a new fancy dress and decides to use it to have a kinky evening with Twilight.
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<p>Luna gets a fancy ball gown made that is large enough for a certain purple unicorn to hide within so that they can have some kinky public fun. She then walks through the castle while the purple unicorn has her fill of fun before stopping for a short meeting with Shining Armour.</p><p>Contains: Public Exposure, Twilight eating out Luna in front of her brother, lesbian sex in public, sex during combat.<br/>Featured on the front page 06/08/2024!<br/>(Done as part of my 10 year anniversary transformation drive! <a href="/blog/1046556/10-year-anniversary-transformation-drive" rel="nofollow">https://www.fimfiction.net/blog/1046556/10-year-anniversary-transformation-drive</a> ) <br/>Cover art by Rinikka, used with permission. Original image is nsfw.<br/>If you like my work, consider buying me a coffee! <a href="https://ko-fi.com/hatterthehorse" rel="nofollow">https://ko-fi.com/hatterthehorse</a></p>
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Clothing was something that not many really thought about on the day to day beyond picking out outfits, but for hundreds of years clothing had been used as a symbol.
Armies marched into battle in their uniforms and were placed into caskets with those same clothes, nobles, kings and queens used them as symbols of status and power, and for the day to day people, a lot of them needed clothing simply to survive.
For the magical ponies that lived in the lands of Equestria, clothing wasn’t a need. They had fur to protect their bodies and as long as they had a roof over their head, they had little need for protection from extreme weather.
This meant that clothing was almost always a status symbol or for the purposes of work. Clothing was extremely fancy, sometimes featuring incredibly rare and expensive gemstones.
Princess Luna was one of the highest powers in all the land, one of the two rulers of Equestria that operated the upper government and had to deal with all kinds of upper class snobs on the daily.
It was therefore understandable that she had grown tired of overly fancy clothes adorned with gems and finery that simply served to make the clothing look tacky (Not in the good way that related to horses either). Still, she did like her clothing, but only specific designs made to her exact standards.
She was an old fashioned nag, she liked big ball gown dresses with frills that expanded ones figure to the point they looked like a pear. That style of dress had mostly fallen out of fashion now, something to do with mares not wanting to lug around a wire frame that was required to support the largest of these
Still, the midnight blue mare had a soft spot for them. A soft spot that she rarely got to enjoy due to the fact that large wire framed ballgowns weren’t really suitable for meetings or other business engagements.
Today however, she had set time aside just for the purpose of enjoying herself. She had paid one of the finest dress makers in all of Canterlot to make her a dress. And she could barely restrain her excitement to see what he had for her.
She hadn’t even taken her carriage tonight, the large mare that towered over all the other ponies strolling down the street in the middle of the night with all the confidence of someone that owned them, which might have been because she did.
The shop was tucked away between a bank and a bakery, it was small and clearly family owned. The original owner had bought it hundreds of years ago and passed it down to his children, and they had stubbornly refused to budge from their prime spot even if their business had expanded well beyond the size of the shop they were currently limited to.
Her metal clad hooves clopped their way over the cobbles, using her large horn to summon a telekinetic field to pull the door open, a little bell hanging over the door giving a soft jingle as she stepped inside.
Outside, it was dark, there was only a tiny sliver of moon tonight and while the stars were twinkling away, the amount of light that they provided was minimal.
Inside the shop, it was even darker. The smell of various fabrics filled her nostrils, along with a light floral scent, and she had to pause for a moment to get her bearings, before she wrapped her horn in the dark blue glow of her magic, using it as a light source.
Around her, the shop came dimly into view and it was what someone would expect from a shop of its type, thick and thin rolls of various fabrics lined one wall, and on the other there was a wide array of pre-made dresses going for understandably high prices with how fine the craftsmanship was.
There was an oak counter with a till which was where money was exchanged, and as for the owner of the shop, he was against the back wall next to the counter-top. His head was rolled backwards and this might have been quite concerning were it not for the loud snoring coming from his mouth that told Luna he was still alive and just asleep.
She gave a gentle smile towards the old stallion in the fancy armchair and considered not waking him for a moment, because he was having a really good sleep and appeared as though he needed it.
She slowly trotted over to him, reaching out a hoof and setting it softly on his shoulder, shaking him gently.
The older stallion slowly peeled open his brown eyes, staring up at a pony twice his size peering down at him and trying to not look intimidating. Of course this didn’t work, because to his sleep addled mind it seemed as though he was going to get eaten, and he suddenly startled awake.
“Ayah!” He cried, and of course this spooked Luna, who jumped backwards about a foot. For a brief moment both of them simply looked at each other and tried to come to terms with what had just happened.
Then the old stallion wiggled his top lip, and long with it, the wispy mustache that decorated it.
“Oh, Hello Princess. You startled me.” He stated, failing to hide the fact that he was slightly disgruntled with his tone of voice.
Princess Luna did her best to not giggle, raising a hoof up to her lips to silence herself before she accidentally offended him.
“We are sorry subject, that was not our intention, we’ve come to collect our ballgown as promised!”
The old stallion blinked and wiped the sleep from his eyes.
“Of course Princess. It’s just in the back room if you’d be so kind as to follow me!” He said, the brown earth pony rising to his hooves with no small amount of popping and clicking as his joints and bones sang their complaints.
Once he had fully managed to stand up without every bone in his body giving out, he made his way behind the counter and to a simple wooden door. It then took him several moments of digging around in his tweed waistcoat to find a set of keys, and then several more moments to find the lock.
This whole time, Luna was buzzing with anticipation, picturing her dress in all its glory and wondering just what the stallion had in store for her. She held back her excitement however, managing to maintain a stoic expression despite the fact she would currently be hopping about excitedly if she had the choice.
The door opened, and Luna followed the stallion inside, able to see the silhouette of her dress, which was perfect on its own. Her dress looked so big and poofy, and fancy!
Despite her best attempts to maintain stoic, it did nothing to calm her heart, which was fluttering with excitement as the stallion fished about on the wall for the light switch.
A set of light bulbs overhead burst to life and almost burned Luna’s eyeballs from her sockets, but when she blinked the temporary blindness away, it was worth it.
Her dress was perfect. It was everything that she had wanted, and it had been crafted by some of the finest hooves in the land.
It was made out of midnight blue fabric that matched her fur perfectly, puffing out into a large hoop. Normal dresses didn’t make the hoop large enough for what she wanted, but this one was big enough to contain a pony.
The rich midnight blue fabric beyond the hoop turned into a form hugging dress that encroached onto corset territory, although she never wore corsets because they were horribly uncomfortable. The best part however, was the stars.
They were made of silver fabric, and there were hundreds of them, all stitched into the fabric one by one by the skilled dress maker that was currently standing next to his work and looking incredibly pleased with himself.
At the middle point of the dress, there was a silver band, and then over the top part of the dress the stars were replaced with little moons in all their various phases, creating a perfect contrast.
It was everything that Luna had wanted from a dress. She loved it, and in her mind she wanted to rush over to the dress maker and wrap him in a hug. But of course that would be improper, so she simply gave him a slight smile.
“Thank you, dress maker, it is everything that I hoped for… And more.” Her words alone were enough to almost bring him to tears, but she tried to not focus too much on that, focusing instead on the dress and how nice the fabric was going to feel when she put it on.
She’d helped pick everything herself. Although she was doing her best to hide the very obvious excitement she felt towards the outfit, she couldn’t quite restrain herself from putting it on as quickly as possible.
Luna reached out a hoof and gently felt over the fabric. It was soft to the touch and quite heavy, just what she had wanted. It was triple stitched by hoof with expert precision to prevent it from coming apart. She was excited to feel the soft minky fabric against her body.
Slowly, her horn lit up and she lifted the dress from its perch, pulling it onto her body. A shudder rolled along her spine as she felt the velvety fabric rub over her body and hug perfectly to her form. As was expected from such a skilled tailor, it fit perfectly.
She pulled it around her chest, using a metal clasp in the shape of the crescent moon (just like the cutiemark on her flank) to secure it in place. Luna was in awe of the soft fabric hugging over her form and the large hoop that dragged softly behind her, reinforced with a wire frame.
Once again her horn ignited with magic, lifting the back of the dress up so that it didn’t drag along the floor, not wanting to wear it out before she got to wear it to several fancy events at least.
Turning herself to the dress maker, she gave him a bright smile, letting her facade fall for just a moment to show him just how truly happy she was with her dress.
“Thank you very much. It is perfect in every single way! WE TRULY LOVE IT, LOYAL SUBJECT!” She said, accidentally allowing her excitement to get the better of her as the royal canterlot voice suddenly blasted from her lungs, almost loud enough to make the shop shake around her.
Whoops. Before the shopkeeper and dress maker could comprehend what was happening however, her magic wrapped around herself and in an explosion of mighty magical energy she vanished.
Teleportation. She didn’t want to risk getting a dress this fine dirty. It had cost quite a lot, but now that it was hugging perfectly around her form she was certain that it had been worth every single bit and quite a lot more on top.
Suddenly, she appeared in Canterlot Castle in an explosion of magic, startling a half asleep batpony guard who was slumped down against the side of his spear.
Having a living goddess suddenly appear in front of you wearing a very fancy ballgown was certainly a shock to the system, and after the gray pony in the heavy armor had fallen to the floor, his first instinct was to reach for the bugle around his waist, almost going to sound the alarm.
Thankfully, his half asleep brain managed to recognize the form of his Goddess a few moments before he started making a terrible racket and woke the whole castle up.
“P-Princess!” The bat said in a startled fashion.
Luna towered over him, leering in close with a grin on her face.
“Yes, loyal subject?” Luna asked. She was aiming to rattle him just a little, to ensure that if the castle was attacked or put under siege, he wouldn’t be caught sleeping at his post.
“I-I..” The guard shuffled himself into a salute, “It is good to see you looking so lovely! Please have a safe evening!”
Luna gave the half asleep guard a nod, “Thank you. Please make sure to get the correct amount of sleep tonight.”
With that, she headed back to her room. The inner parts of the castle were protected by anti-magic fields and other defenses that meant it was impossible for even an alicorn to teleport themselves into the bedrooms belonging to either of the princesses.
Her bedroom was pretty ornate. Well, cluttered. But it was good clutter. There was a large mirror against one of the walls with a set of draws in front of it, and then her four-poster bed with an array of plushies laid out across it.
She had a fondness for plush toys, and a fondness for the magazine human monthly, even having her own human original character as a plushie that was currently resting against her headboard.
His name was Samson. His class was Binman, often considered one of the lowest jobs within human society, but it was actually one of the most important. He got a bonus to strength and spirit for having to haul bins around, and then she’d mutliclassed him into a handy-man which gave him a bonus to the repair action and added to the wisdom score (Which was separate from intelligence, because intelligence was used for jobs like scientists and math teachers, but wisdom was used for engineering and building stuff because it was a measure of practical problem solving ability. It wasn’t a perfect system of course, but Luna liked it.), he also started with a claw hammer and he was in love with this posh woman who worked as a lawyer, but she didn’t even know he existed and it was all leading into this huge romance plot that she was planning to write at some point but hadn’t had chance to get around to because most people just wanted to use their human original characters for fighting or fucking instead of long story based roleplay which she wanted to test out her ideas and-
Luna was rambling. She stemmed the flow of thoughts. Suffice to say, she was a very normal mare that could be trusted around human males if they ever existed.
She pet Samson atop the strange blonde patch of hair that grew from the top of his head and then turned back towards the mirror to examine herself.
She looked perfect. There was no other way to describe it. Her cyan eyes stared back at her as she used her horn to light up the magically powered overhead light, filling the room with a dull light.
The silver clasp of the dress shone softly in the light coming from overhead, and the silver stars and moons that decorated the back and front of her dress practically shimmered.
The most important part was still that large hoop however. It was actually making it difficult to turn around in her room. It was perfect for what she had planned.
Was she telportingg around far too much? Possibly. Was it a waste of the immense magical potential she had been gifted to be using it as a glorified bus service? Maybe. Did she care? Not in the slightest.
Her horn ignited and the world vanished in an explosion of magic as she suddenly appeared in the room of Twilight Sparkle, Princess Celestia’s favorite student and someone Luna liked a lot too. They normally spent hours of their rare free time discussing Human Magazine.
The purple unicorn with the dark navy blue mane was currently sound asleep, which was good because otherwise she would have got a lecture about learning to knock and how barging into people’s rooms like this was rude.
Trotting forward calmly she made it to the side of the unicorn’s bed and stared down at them, listening to them snoring soundly away to themselves, seemingly sound asleep and locked deeply within their dreams.
Luna’s horn glowed gently again and woke the unicorn up in a very specific way. The large blue alicorn was not just the princess of the moon and the stars, but also the princess of dreams. She had almost complete control of dreams, and that meant that she could shake the unicorn gently from her slumber while leaving her feeling like she was still in a dream.
Twilight’s purple eyes slowly opened, finding herself staring directly at Luna before she blinked the sleep from her eyes. “Ah… I… Princess Luna?” She asked in a half asleep fashion, and the Moon Princess gave a nod in response, followed by a bright smile.
“Yes Twilight?”
Twilight climbed herself from out of bed and shook her head softly, then lifted up one of her hooves and stared down at it, attempting to determine if she was still dreaming or not, and Luna made a point to distract her from this.
“You’re still dreaming. And I am not really here. This is all just a dream.”
Twilight nodded, buying into the little fib instantly.
“I understand that it has always been your fantasy to do something with a dress like this. And as you have remembered me as the Princess of Dreams, this is your chance to do so!”
Twilight blinked. “You… Ah, you mean the thing I sometimes dream about?” She asked, her dark navy tail (which had a pink and purple highlight running through it, just like her mane) swishing apprehensively behind her.
Luna nodded, then gave a comforting smile before using her magic to lift up the hem of her dress. The unicorn looked like she was questioning whether or not to do it for several seconds, before a bright smile spread onto her face as she accepted the fact that this was certainly a dream.
“OK!” Twilight said, scurrying from her bed without a thought given to her appearance as she climbed under the dress. She was a unicorn, and so was smaller then Luna by quite a margin, and when she dropped the hem of her dress down, the thick fabric made it impossible to tell what was hidden beneath.
With that, Luna gave a bright smile. Her tail, which shimmered and moved magically, taking on the appearance of a swathe cut from the night sky itself soon flagging up until it rubbed against the inside of her dress.
Her pitch black private parts were exposed to the unicorn. This situation had gotten sexual fast and it made her tingle excitedly thinking about how happy this was going to make Twilight.
She’d had so many dreams about a situation just like this, and while it was a major breach of trust to ever speak about the contents of anyone’s dreams, knowing how desperate the unicorn had been for something like this made her tingle in ways that were hard to explain.
“Alright Twilight. I am off to my meeting now. You stay quite down there, or you’ll expose us!” Twilight let out a soft squeak in response to show that she understood, and Luna felt her private parts become even more moist.
This was so improper. Having a dress made just like this, such a fine gown for such an improper thing. But Luna didn’t much mind, her hooves began to clop softly along the tiled floor of Canterlot Castle, which Twilight had been staying at to try and get some extra studying in, and the shy unicorn mare followed behind her, hidden beneath the large hoop of her dress.
She trotted out of the bedroom and was instantly met with the shocked faces of two stoic unicorn guards that were stood either side of Twilight’s door, placed there to ensure that nothing bad happened. Twilight’s room didn’t have the same level of teleportation protection that the Princesses’ did, but it didn’t matter because it would still take an alicorn to bypass it.
“Greetings Guards! Good work so far, I was just ensuring that the anti-magic spells were still functional and that nobody would be able to bypass them.”
The two guards looked to one another in an unsure fashion, before one of them gave a nod and then his horn ignited, raising his spear from his side and pointing it towards her.
Luna had been expecting this, and gave a bright smile in response.
“Halt! We can’t just have anyone wandering around the castle, even if they appear to be a princess!” The unicorn said, managing to stop his voice shaking which might have been the most impressive thing of all.
Luna gave an airy laugh, then suddenly felt Twilight give a gentle lick to her most private parts, managing to make her expression shift ever so slightly before she regained herself, her lips briefly parting to wink excitedly and spill her clit outwards like some forbidden pink pearl nestled between her lips.
“Understandable Guardspony, but I assure you I am Princess Luna.”
At this point, the two guards looked to each other. They weren’t sure what to do, were they really about to risk wrongly arresting a princess?
The two of them pointed their spears at her firmly, although the second guard that hadn’t spoke couldn’t quite keep his magic from shaking softly as he did so.
“Very sorry Ma’am, but we’re going to have to place you under arrest, we’re going to have to take you to the cells.”
Luna let out a soft laugh in response to this, it had been just what she expected from the most elite guards in all of Canterlot. Twilight sparkle, who was still hidden underneath her dress, was really getting into it now, licking her tongue at Luna’s clit and trying to break her focus.
Honestly, Luna respected it. She hadn’t accounted for being stopped by the guards like this, and that was foolish of her. But the Princess Of The Night had always had a devilish streak in her, and so she suddenly ducked into a deep bow and allowed a terrifying grin spread across her face.
“So be it then, a lesson!” And with that a pitch black halberd seemingly made out of glass containing hundreds of stars appeared next to her. It was blunt of course, but the weapons used by the guards were very real.
The guard made her so proud. He barely even flinched, drawing his spear back and stabbing right for her vital points. Outside, the guards were much more lenient, but inside the castle they were trained to kill as any intruders were far more likely to be immensely powerful.
She dodged to the side with a simple step, only mildly being distracted as Twilight suddenly grabbed onto her fun button with magic. It sent an electric sensation dancing through her body, the tingle of magical energy racing along her spine making it slightly more difficult to fight, but she had hundreds of years of experience so it mattered little.
As for the second guard, he proved loyal to his comrade and attacked with the same gusto, jabbing his weapon forward and trying to drive Luna back towards the wall.
It was exciting, it got her blood rushing and her heart pumping, or maybe that was Twilight, who had now wrapped her lips firmly over her clit and was suckling on it like some kind of forbidden treat.
It barely slowed Luna, who used a wide swing from her halberd to drive the guards back, then followed up with the pointed tip to keep them at a distance, limited in her movement options by the fact she currently had a greedy nerd locked firmly onto her clit by their lips.
Battle. Battle was good. The two guards covered each other well, looking out for one another as Twilight drove her tongue into Luna and began greedily digging it around as if she was searching for something.
Luna could barely keep the serious expression on her face, but she used her magic to dampen any sound from escaping the hallway as the second guard stepped back, finding his bugle and blowing into it, trying to summon reinforcements.
Luna was in a state of calm, a zen state perfect for combat that was only slightly broken up by the odd lick and suckle on her sensitive fun button by the nerdy unicorn hiding under her dress. She wasn’t trying to seriously hurt these guards, but she did want to give them a proper test.
Her hind legs shook slightly and one of the stallions suddenly dived for her, jabbing and stabbing at her rapidly in an attempt to once again drive her against the wall.
This time Luna didn’t bother backing up or defending herself, she moved forward, gracefully getting around his guard, and the moment he turned to try and get a better bearing on the situation and drive her off, her weapon smacked into the side of his head, as it was held in her magic and not her mouth.
The stallion had clearly been startled by this, and luckily for him she had ensured that her weapon was blunt, but his armour almost came off as he dropped in a heap.
Twilight Sparkle was taking this time to get even more cheeky with her teasing, stepping up behind Luna and now poking something at the entrance to her snatch. Luna was pretty embarrassed by this point due to the fact that she was currently leaking all down the inside of her own thighs.
She wasn’t sure what it was that Twilight was poking her with, that might have partly been due to the fact she was currently in a spear fight, but she manged to get in close to the second guard and use the handle of her weapon to give him a good conk over the skull.
The two dazed guards stumbled back to their hooves. There was a fire inside of them, a light that couldn’t be put out. These ponies would fight to defend their kingdom to the last.
“Stand down!” Luna’s voice boomed, causing Twilight to jump slightly, but after a few moments she went back to teasing and licking with just as much vigor.
“You have the option of becoming members of the night guard due to your exceptional combat abilities proven here. Thank you for partaking in this test!” And with that, Luna moved passed them with all the confidence only a mare like her could summon up.
The two guards either side of her didn’t press their attack, but Luna was suddenly torn away from everything when Twilight gripped onto her flank and suddenly pushed her horn into her snatch.
The Moon Princess bit down on her lip to stifle her moan and took a slightly funny step, hoping that the dazed guards behind her weren’t still watching. Twilight’s horn was pretty short and didn’t reach that far inside of her, but it had a texture unlike anything Luna had felt before, sending strange new sensations dancing through her body.
Hopefully that short bout wouldn’t make her late for her meeting. She doubted that it would, but she also had a very cheeky unicorn currently horn fucking her. It wasn’t something Luna had ever thought about, but it felt surprisingly good.
She turned down a hallway and tried to ignore the soft squelching noises from her snatch being used, tried to sync up her steps with those of the unicorn behind her, and tried to make the incredible blush that had spread onto her face look less obvious.
The guards, thankfully, or unprofessionally, didn’t pay any attention to any of this due to the fact that they were all half asleep, and after a short walk over several flights of stairs and down several long hallways, she made it to the room she was looking for.
It was somewhere she held her more private and clandestine meetings, a room with double doors and a set of guards stood outside of it, although they paid her no mind, even with all the strange signs. She used her magic to push the double doors open, strolling confidently inside as one of her legs did a strange shaky thing.
Twilight sparkle had ignited her horn, and now that tingling sensation that had once been focused on her clit was now focused along the entire inside of her snatch, the purple unicorn clearly trying to wrap her clit in magic once more, but the inside of Luna’s vagina was doing an adequate job of blocking her magic.
Inside, Prince Shining Armour was waiting for her, and she stood next to the couch and gave him a slight smile.
Prince Shining Armor was Twilight Sparkle’s brother. Luna had been planning this for a long while, and wanted to make sure that it was perfect for the concerningly perverted nerd.
He was a strong stallion, once serving as the Captain Of The Guard, although now he was a Prince of a distant empire along with the Princess Of Love, Cadance.
“What was this about, Princess? I was surprised to receive your summons, but thankfully I was staying nearby.”
Luna managed to keep her expression straight as Twilight moved her horn back and forth even faster. There had been a slight, tentative pause as if she was listening, maybe not believing that it was actually her brother’s voice, and then it had driven the kinky slut to violate Luna even harder with her horn.
She pulled out with a soft squelch that made Luna flinch slightly. Shining Armor didn’t seem to notice however, and Luna soon shifted her expression to a smile as she stepped closer towards him and motioned towards the table.
“I am sorry for calling you here so late, but I work at night and I rarely have time to meet up with friends such as yourself. You don’t need to worry, I just called you here for social reasons.”
As she said this, Twilight was actually starting to get her close to a climax, something that she was trying to ignore as she waved a hoof to the table, which currently had a teapot laid out on it, along with a collection of different teas and a set of cups.
“Do you have a favorite type of tea your highness?” She asked.
Shining armour seemed taken aback by her words, but after a moment he straightened up and let a relaxed smile spread across his face. She could practically see the tension melt off him now that he knew he didn’t have to be in super serious Captain Of The Guard mode anymore.
Twilight was currently latched onto her clit again, making Luna shake slightly as her juices began to flow everywhere, her hole clenching and begging to be filled up again.
“No, any tea is fine. Thank you for inviting me here. It’s been a hard few weeks getting things done and I needed some time to just relax.”
One of Luna’s legs was shaking as she wrapped her magic around the teapot and began heating the water within using her magic, actually having to use a lot more of her immense focus to heat it properly with how close she was getting.
Twilight must have been soaked in her juices at this point, the potent scent of Luna’s musk forming a mind hazing fog beneath her breath, filling the air with a distinct scent of sex and sin.
Shining Armour was going to notice for sure. Luna could barely keep herself contained as her forelimbs began to quiver. Once the water was heated up, she added the tea and then… Awkwardly stood there.
Of course she couldn’t sit down, Twilight would be exposed for sure. The only thing she could really do was stand there and try not to look awkward. It didn’t really work.
Shining Armor blinked softly at her. “Sorry to ask Princess? But… Why are you wearing such a formal dress to a social event such as this?”
His nose twitched at the air. She was counting down the seconds until the tea was ready, but her heart beat was currently going through the roof. She couldn’t contain herself, the soft suckling and squelching noises were sounding through the air and almost outing her in an instant, but she tried to maintain composure.
The strong stallion’s expression shifted beneath his two toned blue mane and then his rich blue eyes filled with a different kind of expression that was almost impossible to read.
Buck, his guard training was really messing the Princess up right now. They were going to be exposed for sure and she had no idea how to react or what she was going to do.
“Pardon me Princess, but I must comment that it smells of sex in here. It’s something I noticed when you entered… Are you having problems with, well ‘heat’?”
You could have heard a pin drop. The blunt way in which it was stated caught her totally off guard, but it only made the arousal she felt climb even harder and now she felt like she was going to burst.
Damn, no wonder Twilight got off on this, it was certainly… Something. She used everything in her power to fake an airy laugh.
“You are a bold one, Shining Amrmoro…. Armour, but I am fine! I am just waiting on the teaahaah!” Twilight stroked her clit harder using magic, then sent a teasing jolt into it, before her hoof suddenly swung forward and caught Luna completely off-guard, filling the air with a loud SMACK.
Luna felt her heart stop for a brief moment now that she knew the game was up. They were exposed for sure, all the thick fabric and dull room lighting in the world wouldn’t be able to cover that up!
Shining Armour was going to discover her, he was going to discover she was allowing his little sister to eat her out and play with her like she was some common whore for coin.
He was going to judge her for it, how was he going to react? Was he going to get angry? She felt so very dirty.
And it got her off so very fucking hard. Her hooves set firmly down against the table as her hind legs spread themselves, waves of pleasure crashing through her as her rich cyan eyes rolled back in her skull.
Her snatch began to tense and clench like crazy, milking and imaginary length as it winked repeatedly and sent a shower of marecum raining down on Twilight as a reward for her sins, splattering across her face like warm rain as Luna desperately used her front hooves to keep herself propped up.
Luna’s front legs were shaking, rattling the tea cups on the table, in fact her whole body was shaking, her tail was trying to flag up even higher as she gave into the pleasure, letting it wash over her and cause every muscle in her body to tense and then relax with a new buttery feeling following shortly after.
It took her breath away and clouded her thoughts, for all her thousands of years being alive, when she came all of that was stripped away and she was just another mare being blown away by a cocktail of hormones, chemicals and sensations that left her heavy headed and lead limbed.
The waves of pleasure left just as quickly as they had arrived, leaving behind her heavy limbs and dazed thoughts as she once again found herself focusing on the Prince that had once served as the Captain Of The Guard.
The well toned white stallion’s expression was bordering somewhere between shock and several other expressions that were impossible to read with her feeling like she was.
Once again, you could hear a pin drop. Luna had to say something. She had to get her mind working, say something that could fix this.
Then Twilight climbed from under her dress, face drenched in marecum, breath heavy from the exertion of eating out Luna, and body drenched in the Moon Princesses’ scent.
Right. She thought this was a dream, and now Shining Armour’s expression was firmly settled on shock.
“A… Whoops.” Was the only thing that Luna could force her heavy tongue to form.
Silence hung heavy in the air.
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<p>Conflict was commonplace within the early Changeling lands, before Chrysalis and unification, everyling knew only service to the Queen, the hive, whether with their life or their own will. In the midst of life, they are in death. A young Changeling and her last loved one are thrown into the midst of conflict between her hive and its rivals, for which neither will stop at nothing to achieve total victory.</p><p>Still in the works, stay tuned for more additions</p>
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The sky was bright, clouds few and far between, the sun gazing down onto the realm of Sicarus. A young drone hauled a crate full of fertilizer down the beaten path, gazing up to the sky over the hive's walls, the sunlight sparkling in her ocean-blue eyes. She sighed softly and smiled, rushing down through the busy street. To any creature, life as a Sicari drone seemed more like indentured servitude, if not slavery. However, the Changelings did not see life any other way, only service to the Queen and the hive. She went along, reaching a large plantation just near the edge of the hive where another drone waited. He smiled warmly and waved before approaching to help with the heavy load.
"Do you Need a hand, sister?" He took the crate off her hooves, patted her head, and looked down. He was a much older drone with crisp red eyes and wings similar in hue.
"Thank you, brother." She nodded with a faint smile as she shook her head to remove the dirt and grime. "I... I hope I got everything right this time; the exchange was crowded."
"No fret, Kitu, I'm sure you got the necessities." He pried open the crate, revealing some bags of seeds and other goods, nodding as he hauled a bag out. "Grab the other; we must fix some trampled crop." He beckoned for Kitu to follow, and the two traveled down a short pasture that cut through a large farm. In the middle of one of the plantations lay a crater for which a group of drones dumped dirt with primitive shovels and small wagons; one of the drones went to greet Kitu's brother, not taking notice of her yet.
"Greetings, Divek; you brought the supplies, yes?" Divek nodded. Kitu somewhat stood behind her brother in his shadow as they spoke before being gently pushed forward by him after being told to hand over some of the supplies. Kitu shyly presented a bag of fertilizer, not making complete eye contact as it was taken by one of the drones. "C'mon Kitu, let's get to it." Kitu slowly looked up after the group went back to tending to the crater, glancing up at Divek, who smiled back and patted her head gently.
Hours had passed, and the sun was near setting as Kitu was about to plant the last few seeds from her bag. Everyling else had finished up and either chose to head home or stay to get more work done. Divek lightly patted her on the back. "All done here?"
Kitu glanced up. "Mhm..-" She was cut off by a sudden yawn before brushing off the dirt from her legs. Divek stretched, glancing over to his colleagues, who waved him over. He glanced down at Kitu.
"Why don't you fetch some spades from the tool shed so we can finish here?" Kitu stood on her hooves and nodded, trotting through the plantation down to the edge of the farmland where a large yet old shed resided. She shook her head to remove some dirt before opening the door. Though Kitu still tried to find the required spades, it was dark and cluttered. She noticed the silver glint from a crate on a prominent shelf high on the shed wall. Kitu tried fluttering her wings, slowly hovering herself up to reach the shelf. Kitu tried staying steady, eventually reaching the uppermost shelf. She glanced back to her wings, slowly attempting to shift forward before accidentally accelerating and hitting her head on the box.
"Ngh!" The force knocked her out of the air, hitting the ground as the shelf wobbled; before Kitu could realize it, a large spade from the topmost shelf, the same spade she was attempting to get, fell right and just barely missed her entire leg, causing her a deep cut with the shelf itself collapsing, its top being caught on the opposite side of the wall with all the equipment falling and landing on top of the young drone battering her already injured body causing her to shriek out in pain. She struggled underneath the rubble, her hind legs stuck underneath a crate, including her wound, causing her much pain as it was pressed into the dirt floor of the shed. "H-Help! Divek! Please!"
Divek's head jumped up from the sound of crashing and screaming as he quickly hurried to the shed. Some of his colleagues followed behind, and they immediately busted into the shed and pushed away all the debris and boxes covering her. He delicately lifted her, Kitu grabbing onto him and sobbing into his shoulder the moment he pulled her out of the rubbage. Her teeth clenched and gripped her brother tight as blood dripped from her legs onto the ground. Divek gently rested her on the grass with her back against the wall.
"Focus on me, sister. Just hold on." Divek tried to focus her on his eyes as he elevated her leg and tended to her cuts, holding her hoof as the other farmhand drones stood around and watched. Kitu, with her teary eyes, tried to concentrate on him, though she slowly blacked out.
Her eyes jumped open, hearing the calls of the guards and the soft rumbling in the distance. The soldiers around her immediately scrambled to her feet. Lost and confused, she looked around, pressing herself against the barrier she rested against as the chaos ensued, the rumbling getting louder, though it was hard to hear it all over the thumping of her heart as she tried to look around for her brother. She looked at her hoof, being held by her brother as he was quickly tightening a bandage around her leg, the same place where she was hurt. He gave her a quick hug, seeing she came too.
"Thank the hatcher, you are awake; I thought I nearly had lost you." Kitu slowly recollected herself; she straightened her helmet and attempted to stand, her leg still stinging with pain, but it wasn't enough to keep her from walking. "Thank you, brother, I feel... I feel ok despite the pain." Divek just smiled and patted her head as Kitu faintly grinned back. One of their senior officers called them to get moving, Divek responding with a quick salute and guiding Kitu to their position among the fortifications. Over yonder, they saw a few sapper drones retreat from their unfinished structures on the camp's exterior, running back to cover as the distant rumbling became quicker and louder. Albeit terrified, Kitu felt comforted by the presence of Divek, whom she stayed very close to.
Divek noticed her shivering, turning to smile and patting her helmet. "No fret, sister, we will stick together." While his smile reassured the young Kitu, he too was terrified; soldiers of the line were not briefed on what they would be facing, but rather who. The hive of Volistad, Sicarus' oldest and numerous rivals since its founding, intended to finalize their feud with Sicarus by conquering the hive and assimilating it into their own. Volistad was very backward though daunting; they staggered behind its neighbors technologically and culturally, clinging onto the past and especially the more primal method of warfare, while outdated, still proved devastating. It was under Sicari nobleman Lykus Sicari who led this defense, a very overconfident and smug individual with more concern for their image. The rumbling got louder, and the sky was cloudy and gray, making it hard to see what was coming for them, though everyling was told to the holdfast.
Kitu looked up at her brother, giving a soft smile in return for his attempts to calm her and a soft nod. She was lost for words; she wanted to say much, but her fear kept her quiet and still, though she intended to stay as close as possible to him. Lykus arrived at the fortifications, where Kitu and her brother were stationed, dressed in dark purple soft silk robes decorated with shiny medals. He pulled out a spyglass with his hooves and scanned the exterior before being interrupted by a watchman running up to him.
"My lord, we cannot see them. The fog is too strong, and the clouds are too dense. They can be anywhere." Lykus turned his head to the concerned soldier and waved him off.
"An unseen enemy is strong, but the strategy we have developed is unmatchable by any primitives." The soldier softly bowed his head, apologizing before returning to his post. The anxiety held strong throughout the ranks of Lykus' army, as shown through the frightful eyes of every drone, once commoners, now soldiers. Only the veterans did not show much fear but no delight either; they knew who they were dealing with even if the others did not. The rumbling stopped, causing everyling to look around. Kitu softly glanced at Lykus before looking back and forth as the lord snapped out.
"Well? You all look like cowardly rats waiting to be gobbled up by vultures. Raise yourselves and find those slime!" One soldier blew a short tune into his horn, sounding an order to advance. The soldiers all got into their formation. Divek held Kitu's hoof as they were led into a rectangle-like formation with swords drawn and pointed out. The marching order was given, and the large columns of Sicari soldiers set forth. The fog had thickened, and Lykus remained back at camp with his advisors and some officers as he watched the advance from his spyglass.
"Sire? Perhaps they fled?" One of his advisors inquired. "This is the tenth rumble we have heard, but they don't seem here anymore." Lykus rolled his eyes and snapped back.
"The last time we faced these worms was at Yurvik within the Great Marshes; they were numerous but mindlessly ran into our defenses and didn't even contemplate retreat; they are still here." His remark made the dissenting advisor silent as they all looked outward to the field. The columns were ordered to a halt once the advance reached far enough without spotting anything. They stood in formation for hours. The fog slowly began to dissipate, but to the dismay of the Sicari army, their foe not only had not attacked as expected initially but had seemingly built up a large fortification, almost matching Lykus' design, which caused the noble to lower his spyglass in complete shock slowly.
"What is this..." He raised it again, closing his other eye as he tried to determine the situation entirely.
"It appears to be a fort... My lord..." One of his advisors replied almost sarcastically, which Lykus was not pleased to hear, and immediately turned to snap once more.
"I can see that, Cauleincour. Do you think I'm blind? Unless you explain how these brutes learned to pick up a hammer, I suggest you hold your tongue." He scoffed and turned back, looking it over. A scout soon descended, landing beside Lykus and bowing his head.
"My lord, there is no activity from the fort but no sign of any retreat." The scout removed his helmet and stood still, awaiting a response.
"Gone? Preposterous, they're still there." He took a few steps up to the fortifications, looking upon the fort as the fading fog slowly revealed it. He inched down with his spyglass, his soldiers still in formation, though they, too, were confused. He scowled and slammed his spyglass shut as he pivoted to face his advisors.
"Perhaps this is just a ruse to drain our resources. Or a trap?" An advisor inquired. Lykus did not contemplate anything they said despite the circumstances, raising his hoof to silence them as he thought for a moment.
"Have our regiments fall back to our outer defenses and have all ballistas and mage companies focus fire on that monstrosity." He made a quick gesture to the scout and some officers, who quickly took off upon receiving their orders. Lykus turned back around, glaring over to the Volistad fort, and his advisors quietly muttered to each other. Kitu rubbed at her bandaged leg.
"What is going on, Divek?" Kitu softly spoke to her brother.
"I don't know, sister, I don't know." It wasn't long until their officer gave the withdrawal order, Kitu's regiment making a full one-eighty as they seemingly marched back. Kitu stagged, being bumped forward by the soldier behind as she tried tugging at her bandage to keep it from falling. The regiments trekked a mile back to their fortifications; sappers continued their construction as the regiments dispersed out of formation and repositioned along the defenses already established, using the half-finished palisades and other small wooden fortifications as cover with the Sicari standard being planted on the grass field in the middle of the set of defenses. Kitu separated herself from the leading group, trotting a few feet away to rest on a fallen log, her brother following suit.
"How is the leg?" Divek looked down at her. Kitu carefully removed a piece of her equipment near her leg; the bandage was dirty and stained with blood. Even looking at it caused her to wince, gently gripping it with her hooves.
"It still stings, but I'm fine." Kitu shrugged lightly, extending her leg to get a better look. Divek softly sighed and patted her head.
"Here, I think I have another bandage; let me replace that." Kitu softly nodded, biting her tongue as Divek knelt to remove the old bandage. As he tended to her wound, sudden thuds were heard in the distance behind the Sicari fortification, gaining the attention of everyone within the camp as large flaming steel arrows darted through the sky and struck the Volistad fort, causing large explosions and balls of fire to shoot out into the sky, shooting debris and wooden splinters in multiple directions. Everyone stood and watched, though their attention quickly being taken off the mighty display as a few dark-cloaked individuals hastily made their way down the clearing the soldiers were resting upon, carrying large staffs on their back, their snouts covered with only their glowing eyes being seen within their thick hoods, Sicari battlemages. Kitu perked up at the sight of them, one even briefly making eye contact with her as they passed.
The battlemages got into position just outside the fort's exterior as heavy flaming arrows continuously pelted it. One by one, each individual began casting a spell using their staff, sending a sizeable destructive burst of green energy and balls of flame at the fortification, adding to the terrifying display of destruction and devastation being brought upon the Volistad fort, flames shooting up into the sky with ash and soot slowly falling from the sky as smoke flooded the open air. The display lasted for hours till dawn, the sun beginning to set, and the fortress was scorched and ablaze, lighting the darkening sky. The fire danced in the air for a few hours, though soon the fires died down, the smoke simmered though still thick and dark. Divek finalized his treatment of Kitu's hurt leg as he tightened the bandage, helping her stand as their regiments were called to organize into formation once more. The mages made way for the regiments, readying to advance with the army. Kitu could not keep her eyes off both the mages and the fort. Most parts of the fort had crumbled; the wooden palisades scorched with some of the iron (find word) melted into slag from the intense heat brought forth by the Sicari barrage.
"Ready arms!" An officer cried out, everyling drawing and preparing their blades. The call caused Kitu to snap out of her short trance, hastily bringing her weapon out as she quickly realized what might happen. She glanced up at her brother, who stared forward with his grip on his pike as tight as ever. He was scared, and so was she. Slowly, one by one, each regiment began to advance; as they encroached, the fortress felt much taller than it was a few miles back, still fuming with smoke choking the sky. While the war drums beat, there was a sound missing that every soldier noticed, especially the veterans. No screams or sounds of pain, nothing. Just the simmering ashes and crackling fires, the front rows of each regiment were ordered to advance their whole division, clearing up the rubble and debris to make way. The first regiment marched through the clearing, mostly comprised of veterans and the more experienced soldiers, their eyes focused forward as they immediately broke formation upon entering the clearing, spreading more apart as they held their weapons drawn forward. A soldier trotted to the left to inspect a mound of dirt, the mound's surface scorched by the bombardment.
"You there! Stay away from that-" An officer tried calling out, though, without much warning, the mound exploded, sending everyone within a short radius flying back as other mounds around the encampment also burst out, producing the same amount of damage as the first with dirt and debris shooting into multiple directions. Volistad swarms began pouring out of the holes they created, wearing absolutely nothing. They lunged and darted towards the closet creature they saw, using their razor-sharp teeth and claws to maul and rip apart the poor souls in their way. The sudden attack created chaos within Kitu's regiment; being next to send in, the mayhem being seen just from outside the fort. Lykus watched through his spyglass, seeing the explosions shoot into the air, hearing his men's screams and the Volistad swarm's war cries. He quickly shut his spyglass and commanded his scout.
"What are those pathetic excuses of chivalry standing there for? Send them in!" The scout quickly bowed and darted into the sky to relay the order. Kitu's heart raced. Low to the ground like the other soldiers in her regiment, many crawled for cover as light shrapnel shot from the clearing from the explosion. Though before long, the order to rise was given, Kitu slowly got up, holding at her leg with the help of Divek, who looked at her with worry.
"Stay close to me, sister; we will make it through this." A loud horn suddenly blared out, and the order to charge was given. Row by row, each went straight into the fold, immediately coming into contact with Volistad drones who showed no mercy to their adversaries. Then Kitu saw it all: corpses littering the battlefield as the fighting worsened, and a third regiment barged in from the opposite side of the fort, though the Volistad army did not falter. A much larger drone charged Divek; he ducked down and thrust his blade forward, impaling the creature in the chest; he twisted the knife a bit and pulled out before the drone could fall on top. Kitu tried to stay close, though terrified; she managed to avoid being struck by a few crazed drones as they lunged at the Sicari forces; after pushing away the gored drone, Divek immediately rushed to his sister as he pulled close to cover. Divek's armor covered in gore nearly caused Kitu to puke, though she suddenly clung onto her brother. Divek panted and looked down at her.
"With me now, sister, we mustn't falter here." He stood up, hastily guiding her to join their comrades in arms to force the Volistad swarm to withdraw. Kitu only watched in horror as she saw the members of her hive lying dead or nearly passed writhing on the ground beside her as they rushed to the aid of their comrade in arms. The adrenaline rushed through Kitu's body, her heart pounding, eyes darting in every direction as she and Divek swiftly made their way to the brunt of the action. Most of her regiment hunkered down on the west wing of the fort, the Volistad swarm throwing themselves against the Sicari blades as mindlessly as Lykus would have expected, though something about them compared to previous encounters had changed.
A Sicari battle mage managed to summon a small defensive shield, allowing the Sicari soldiers to fight from the safety of the Mage's magical shielding. Even the Mage, known to be the Elite of the Sicari military, was beginning to falter, with his robes torn and staff cracked, his face partially revealed, though it is forbidden in their culture. Divek, with his sister, rushed to his Sergeant, who stood behind the bulk of his soldiers.
"Good! We needed more fillers. Our Mage cannot hold this defense forever. Ready yourself!" The officer spoke, his voice filled with courage, though with a hint of tremble. "Each one of you reinforces both wings!" Divek nodded, looked to his sister, and didn't say anything as he let go of her hoof.
"Brother? What are you-" Kitu's eyes widened with a slight tilt of the head as she tried to grip his arm desperately.
"We must split for now, sister. Do not worry; I promise to see you when this ends." He spoke softly to her, placing one hoof on her shoulder. Kitu didn't cry; she could only stare into his eyes as Divek did the same. He slowly stepped back, Kitu's hoof sliding off his arm as he gave her a soft head pat before departing to his position amongst the other soldiers. Kitu watched, fear decorating her eyes, and her mind filled with thoughts and possibilities of what could be, her heart racing, legs trembling, all so loud she could barely hear the carnage. From there, she could no longer see her brother, who was blocked by rows of soldiers. It was then the shield Mage collapsed; the shield failed. The troop charged, slamming against the Volistad drones who waited outside the perimeter of the remnants of Lykus' failed offensive established. Every soldier charged with their blades pointed forward, clashing hard with the swarm; the outlooked appeared grim. icari soldiers were pounced on and essentially torn apart by savage drones, impaled by their blades or the sharp fangs of the Volistad warriors.
Despite their ferocity, the raw aggression of the Volistad horde began to falter under the relentless pressure forced onto them by the counter-offensive. The Sicarus army's disciplined approach and superior tactics overwhelmed their primitive adversary. The once-chaotic melee began to subside as the swarm was slowly driven back, their once-confident roars replaced by desperate howls of retreat. Once their morale improved, the organized and disciplined Sicari forces succeeded in their charge. Kitu, rather than joining the rest of her comrades, instead searched for her brother amid the chaos, running through the charging lines of soldiers. Fighting continued despite the Volistad retreat; she eventually found herself out of the crowds of soldiers. They saw a few Sicari drones fighting off a group of Volistad warriors accompanied by their mages, dressed more primitively decorated with stones and gems than their Sicari counterparts.
Amidst the counterattack, another Sicari troop came charging from the sky, piercing the Volistad swarm; though not as coordinated, it caught the Volistad swarm off guard as they struck from multiple directions, though they refused to relent, sacrificing every drone to ensure the Sicari force received the bloodiest nose in its history. The ballistas fired off in the distance, and once more, sizeable flaming steel arrows came barreling from the sky, striking the large crowds of warriors, creating a magnificent yet horrifying display of explosions and sounds of arrows whizzing and striking the surface with large thuds enough to shake anyone in a short distance. Despite the brutal assault, the swarm fled the battlefield, though their return was inevitable.
"Brother! Divek!" She called out. The sky had turned dark and grey, choked by the smoke and ashes of the fires that littered the fortress. She tripped on a fallen drone before she could reach her brother, sending her to the ground with her helmet flying off. Kitu yelped out in pain, having struck her hurt leg upon falling as she could only watch her brother from afar while struggling to get back to her hooves. Divek struck down a Volistad soldier, helping out one of his own before spotting his sister. e smiled with a soft wave, his armored uniform covered in scars and the foe's blood. However, with a sudden flash, one of the Volistad mages caused a large explosion within the field between Divek and her sister. A blinding, incandescent light instantly consumed the world. Kitu reached out for her brother, her eyes wide and her heart sinking as she lost sight of him; ultimately, the blast either eviscerated or sent everything in its vicinity flying.
Then everything changed; her ears rang, and the sky darkened as twilight dawned over the battlefield. Dazed by the shockwave, she could barely think or see, nearly blacking out. Some time had passed, night had entirely fallen, the fortress empty beside the corpses littering the field with every corridor stinking of death and destruction. Kitu slowly rose, coughing and struggling to stand on all four hooves, ash and soot coating her head and armor. She remained motionless on the ground like the carcasses surrounding her for some time, her heart thumping, face nearly buried into the heated soil. Her mind tried to process what she had witnessed, nearly impossible for her to fully digest; in the blink of an eye, her brother was gone forever, though parts of her refused to accept it; however, she did not doubt her own eyes. Letting out a visceral groan, she glanced around in a daze; she limped forward, slowly and surely regaining her bearings as she desperately searched for her brother. Her eyes wander, only able to find the corpses of friend and foe alike. She approached the scorched ground, the last place she saw her brother. Kitu spotted a helmet embedded into the ground, its surface partially obscured by dirt and debris from the explosion. She used her hooves to tug the helmet out, nearly fused in with the scorched earth.
It was her brother's helmet.
A lump formed in her throat as she carefully lifted the helmet, revealing more of its battered surface. The rim cracked, and one side bore a significant dent. She could almost hear Divek's voice, which had teased and comforted her equally. The helmet was a stark reminder of his absence, a symbol of the sacrifice that had taken him from her. Kitu sank to her knees, helmet still in her hooves, the weight of her loss pressing heavily upon her soul. The world seemed to stand still as she clutched the helmet tightly, her tears mingling with the dust and grime on her cheeks. At that moment, Kitu held onto the last tangible piece of her brother, the only thing that could bridge the gap between his vibrant life and the silence that now surrounded her. She clenched tighter, baring her teeth and fangs as she growled, shutting her eyes with tears streaming down her face, though she hardly made a noise but a light growl.
However, out of the corner of her eye, she spotted something in the distance that stood out amongst the silent field. The scene was almost an afterthought to her grief. Yet, amidst the wreckage and the carnage, a young, cloaked figure rested on his knees, another drone, perhaps a few years younger than her, with an air of raw sorrow mirrored her own. H was kneeling beside the body of a Sicari battlemage, his master. The Mage's robes, once vibrant with magical symbols, were now stained and torn. The Apprentice's face was streaked with dirt and tears; his eyes locked onto the corpse with an intensity born of deep pain. Kitu carefully approached; though she recognized the cloak the Apprentice wore, she was still not confident whether it be a friend or foe, though the aura the drone gave off was just enough to assure herself. In Sicari culture, the title of Mage, let alone battlemage, was highly prestigious; they held significant influence in the grand scheme of things and had broad access to unlimited information, books, training, and even positions within the Sicari bureaucracy. They commonly held titles of war leaders, though, in the circumstances of Lykus' mobilization, that feature became obsolete, for they were as much cannon fodder as the rest of the Sicari soldiers in defense of the hive.
The young Apprentice cradled the head of their fallen master in his lap, eyes closed while muttering soft words for which Kitu could not make out what they were. His hoof traced the Mage's covered face as though trying to memorize every detail before it faded into the memory of the battlefield. Kitu wished not to disturb, but eventually, her hoof steps alerted the mourning individual as she got closer. His eyes opened as he cautiously stood up, facing away. In Changeling society, it was hard to know who to trust. Both Sicari and Volistad can shapeshift at will, so it is reasonable for the Apprentice mourning in the middle of a former battlefield to have immense caution when dealing with a stranger. Kitu froze upon seeing the Apprentice rise to his hooves, staring him down, her eyes still swollen with tears, tail drooped, but her ears still perked up as the Apprentice slowly turned to face the young soldier.
"My master has... has fallen, please, I just wish to mourn. I am no enemy. I am nothing no more." He spoke with little strength, slowly turning to face Kitu as she stared on, still holding onto her brother's helmet. They stared at each other, Kitu's teal glowing eyes meeting his purple shade. She noticed he lacked much damage on his face compared to her, though he wore no cover over his face and snout like his master or any other mage. Though both had many differences, they certainly had one thing in common.
"I am no foe, I..." The Mage spoke up before she could finish.
"You lost someone in this mess, too, I can tell." He gestured to the helmet in her grip. Kitu glanced down before closing her eyes and softly nodded. The Apprentice approached her; his head lowered as ash fell gently from the smoke-choked dark sky. They were nearly a few inches apart, staring into each other's eyes again, the silence returning. The Mage finally spoke.
"I am Beryl Miratus, Apprentice of the fallen Lokil Miratus, once great Mage and protector of Sicarus. Our paths have seemingly crossed; I have been taught that everything happens for a reason; there must be one for our encounter. So, who are you?" Kitu, still in a daze of grief and sorrow, sniffled softly and gulped, speaking softly.
"I am Kitu Elder. I was a farmer in the Kempta province before the war started. I lost my brother in the conflict; this is all that is left." She nudged her snout down to the scorched helmet still firm in her grip. Beryl provided a soft head bow, glancing back at his former master.
"An honor, Lady Kitu. May we mourn together then, the Hatcher may bring mercy to our fallen kin." Beryl respectfully bowed his head, Kitu mirroring the same graceful courtesy. Beryl shifted back to the corpse of his master, softly lowering his head before turning back to his new friend.
"If you don't mind, I could use a hoof paying final respects to my master." Kitu nodded softly, tears still dripping from her face, though something about her encounter with the Apprentice made her feel less broken. Kitu and Beryl spent the next hour burying his master, each paying their respects in their own way. Beryl stood in front of the grave, as unmarked as it was, holding his master's staff in his hoofs as he stared down at it. He sighed, resting it on the dirt that concealed the corpse. The two spoke for some time, discussing home and good times to get their minds off the significant loss they had just experienced. From there, Kitu felt less lonely in this world, having someone to call a friend, though the term was everything but accepted in most Sicari and every Changeling culture, though still, she enjoyed having one.
Time had passed, and Kitu had returned to camp along with the remnants of Lykus' assault on the fortress. Beryl came with her, though he chose to distance himself from the common soldiery, but to Kitu's suggestion. Lykus himself stood from his command post from where he commanded the near suicide attack on the Volistad fort, a smug yet unimpressed expression painting his face. Kitu wore Divek's helmet, placing it on her head as she trotted down the dirt path, glancing past all the wounded, graves being dug, and supply wagons packed. Kitu, all silent and stern, joined her fellow soldiers, resting on the ground off to the side of the dirt path. She took short glances around, many covered in bandages, some missing entire limbs, though they all shared one typical detail, their eyes full of dread and fear. Soon, Lykus, accompanied by his advisors, toured down the camp, still decorated with a smug scowl with his medals and decorations jingling as he walked.
"What a pathetic display." He scoffed, being loud enough for everyling around to hear. "The Volistad menace will return, they will attack Sicari, and this "army" is all we have to defend it, if you lot even deserve to be called one." His advisors remained silent, though their demeanors seemed less sympathetic. Lykus huffed, walking up to the row of soldiers nearest to him, Kitu in particular, grabbing her forcefully and lifting her. "And you, just covered in dirt and grime with the eyes of a coward. Disgraceful." Kitu did not resist, staring into his eyes as she felt nothing at that moment, her mind still processing everything. Beryl watched from the woodlands near the columns of soldiers she was in; his ears perked up as he listened. Lykus eventually dropped her, walking down the column as he scowled and scoffed at almost every soldier. Beryl watched from afar; his ears perked up, leaving him to witness Lykus' outburst. He lightly scoffed, noticing his outburst, which focused on his friend, though he could not do much.
"Our battlemages gave their lives to protect you, scum, and yet you could not produce a more effective victory." Lykus finally reached the finale of his rant, shaking his head and turning to face his advisors, refusing to even look at his army. "We leave in an hour to return to Sicarus. Still, with little victory to bring with us, we will prepare for Volistad's inevitable assault." He fixed his butterfly silk cloak, trotting off with his entourage. Kitu stared at him the entire time he walked, even when he left, even while she was called to her feet along with every other drone as officers called them to attention; she stared forward, and as everything came together in her head, her resentment grew. His words led to every ounce of sadness and terror within her being replaced with hatred and spite, the voice of Lykus echoing through her head as all the emotions bottling inside her made way for her final resolve.
Revenge.
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Silent Whisper
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562929
| 1 |
Night Glider,Spitfire,Alternate Universe,Drama,Romance,Thriller,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Violence
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M.F.E.O.
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Hate and love are not opposites.
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complete
| 27 | 1 |
<p>There's nothing more beautiful, nothing more destructive, than being the perfect match for somepony else. </p><p>And us? </p><p>I'm afraid we're made for each other. </p><p>Isn't that wonderful?</p><hr/><p>Hate and love are not opposites.</p><hr/><p>I've once again written something that defies summarization without completely spoiling itself. CW for <span class="spoiler">Descriptions of wings being broken</span> and <span class="spoiler">toxic yuri once again</span>, rated T just to be on the safe side. Aaaand I know it's kind of an older acronym, but MFEO stands for "made for each other," in case you were curious. ♥</p><p>Coverart by me, full size version <a href="https://imgur.com/a/kH2OKov" rel="nofollow">here</a>!</p><p>This fic was written during the Genre Swap 4 panic for the <a href="/group/214527/quills-and-sofas-speedwriting" rel="nofollow">Quills and Sofas Speedwriting Group</a>, winning second place! If you're looking for a fun place for inspiration among a delightfully diverse group of fellow writers, you can join us on Discord <a href="https://discord.gg/W45uFDg" rel="nofollow">here</a>!</p><p>Thank you to <a href="/user/571757/darkcyan" rel="nofollow">darkcyan</a>, <a href="/user/302575/The+Red+Parade" rel="nofollow">The Red Parade</a>, <a href="/user/616548/pneu" rel="nofollow">pneu</a>, and <a href="/user/521073/starcoder" rel="nofollow">starcoder</a> for prereading, and to <a href="/user/571757/darkcyan" rel="nofollow">darkcyan</a> especially for in-depth editing.</p>
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teen
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2024-08-05T20:35:26+00:00
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2024-08-05T20:35:26+00:00
| 179 |
We’re made for each other.
You know, ever since I was old enough to understand, I’ve been dreaming of this moment. The way it would feel when our eyes met, the instant connection we’d share. I’d look at you, and I’d just know, with no doubts in my mind, that you were the one. The only match for me.
It wasn’t anything like what I’d envisioned.
Now, now, no need to give me such a look! It wasn’t your fault, not at all! I’m not complaining, and different isn’t necessarily bad. There was a sort of fear that took hold of me, gripping me from the inside, clawing at my pounding heart like a drowning mare. The tales never mentioned the terror woven into the adrenaline.
And, if I’m being honest, I wasn’t sure you felt the same way. Not at first.
Spitfire snaps to attention at a faint rustling sound in the palace corridors. The beam of her flashlight catches a quick movement in the shadows that shouldn’t be. She squints at it, her vision compensating as best as it can for the contrast between light and shadow. It catches a muted flicker of black, dull cloth, wrapped around a tail whose owner is fleeing for their life. Her head jerks, following the path of the other, trying to cut it off in her beam’s circle.
For a moment, time stops, and a pair of teal eyes flash in the gloom, meeting Spitfire’s for a split second before the other mare’s gone, out the palace window, silent as an owl in flight.
“Stop!” Spitfire cries, her mind catching up to the situation as she races in pursuit, but a part of her knows she’s too late. The only indication the intruder was more than a trick of the light rests on the sill, a streak of rose red against the marble. A calling card of sorts.
She reports it the next morning, as soon as her watch ends, cursing herself for not acting quicker. Even as she’s chastised for her error, she hopes the stranger will return. A memory of teal eyes isn’t enough; she’ll have to catch the mare for herself. For her own sake, as much as for the Princess’s.
Such things could not be allowed to escape her grasp.
Ah, but our second meeting! That sealed the deal, didn’t it? I’m certain you felt it by then. We’re perfect for one another, you and I! In every exchange of words, a battle of wits. You’re my match in more ways than one. Two sides, same bit, as the merchants say!
It’s not so bad. There are ponies who wait their entire lives without- ahem, sorry, had to cough. They wait their whole lives for a connection like ours. We found each other in our prime!
Or, well, mostly my prime, now.
How fortunate I am, that you still keep me company. I hate feeling like I’m less than my best around you, but the way your gaze challenges me, I know in your eyes I’m still the pony you once pursued, no matter what I look like, now, and no matter what I’ve- well. You know.
Your voice still haunts me, did you know? Every time I go to sleep, little as I get these nights, I hear it echo in my mind. You haunt me. I’m honored by it, of course. I’d have it no other way.
I wonder if I haunt you too.
Spitfire pursues the figure as it bolts from the tower’s guest rooms, reacting on little more than instinct. “Get back here!” She shouts, her voice echoing through the halls. If her heart wasn’t pounding in her ears, she’d be able to hear the distant sound of other patrols closing in, but their haste is futile. There’s no way they’ll get here in time. “Halt in the name of the Princess!”
“Oh, is that all? It’s hardly polite, speaking on another mare’s behalf, you know!” The mare laughs between pants, taking the stairs two at a time. The next landing’s window isn’t far, and the intruder races towards it confidently. She’d clearly known the palace layout before her terrible mission. Her wingtips brush the corridor wall as she twists up the spiral steps, dusky blue feathers that would be beautiful if they weren’t attached to her.
It’s too close. Spitfire doesn’t have enough time to catch up. This room is on the very edge of her patrol route and it was a miracle she’d spotted the movement at all. “Who are you?” She cries out, her hoof brushing the tip of a black-wrapped tail before it flicks out of reach. “I demand you identify yourself, by order of the-”
In the next second, a hoof plants itself squarely against Spitfire’s chest. Her inertia drives her forward, knocking the breath out of her lungs. Spitfire doubles over, wheezing, fighting for enough air to get back in the fight.
Only, it isn’t much of a fight. The intruder just laughs. Teal eyes, ones she’s dreamt about more times than she can count, gaze back half-lidded as the hoof on her chest almost caresses her armor.
Spitfire finds herself struggling to breathe for more reasons than one.
“Terribly sorry for being so rude, Miss,” The mare whispers as she leans forward, her lips brushing against the curve of Spitfire’s ear. “You can call me Night Glider.”
And then she’s gone, spilling herself out the window, a phantom and a thief of something Spitfire can’t, won’t, define. Spitfire looks down and regards the red hoofprint against her chestplate, her cheeks flushed. The Princess won’t be pleased, of course, but as far as anypony knew, she’d lost sight of the mare as she pursued up the tower’s stairs.
“Night Glider, huh? Unfortunate name for a traitor to the crown.” She mutters under her breath, wiping the crimson stain from her armor with a swipe of her hoof. A scan of the horizon betrays no silhouettes. The mare’s long gone. “I’ll see you soon, I’m sure.” Spitfire whispers into the cool night air before she begins her descent.
Lost in thought again, are we? Don’t be shy about it! I think about those nights often as well. Sometimes I wonder what would’ve happened if I’d stayed a moment longer. I wish you could’ve seen your expression! You’re made for me, and I for you. You think differently than me, yes, but that makes you all the more intriguing, you know?
Every conversation, every touch, even your rare absences feel like we’re playing chess while blindfolded. Who can say who’s moving which piece? I have a feeling we’ve got a lot more to learn from each other.
I’ve never met anypony who can keep up with me like you can. Not before, and not since. You really are as incredible as they say. I don’t know whose version of the events spread first, yours or mine, but at the end of the night, I suppose it doesn’t matter.
We were all anypony could talk about for the longest time.
Spitfire grits her teeth as she weaves through the rafters, her quarry almost cornered but annoyingly nimble. “Do you have any idea what you’ve done?” She ducks her head at the last possible second to avoid impact with a hefty slat, wishing she’d been born with a smaller wingspan. If she’d been pursuing the mare out in the open skies of Canterlot, the whole thing would’ve been long over by now, but no, she had to keep getting assigned patrol inside the palace walls.
“Really, Miss, we must stop meeting like this!” Night Glider calls back over her shoulder. The star-white tip of her tail’s stained red where the tail wrap’s come unwound. With every brush, it paints surfaces scarlet. She balances, birdlike, on a thin beam, just out of Spitfire’s reach. “Ponies will talk!”
“You bet they will,” Spitfire growls, landing on a thicker plank that can take her weight. Bolts weren’t bred to be light, and muscle is surprisingly dense, even on a larger pegasus’s frame. Sure, she has to work harder to stay in the air, but once she gets a grip on her prey, the fight’s pretty much over. “My Princess will know of your treachery, and-”
“Yes, yes,” She chirps, bracing her slender hooves against the timber supporting her and flattening her spine against the roof. Something in the ancient tile cracks. Night Glider’s hooves drip crimson, but she pays them no mind. “You’re quite the conversationalist. Do you ever talk about anything that isn’t business?”
“Can’t help it. You’ve made yourself my business right now.” Spitfire’s cheeks flush, and she wishes she could bite back her words and change them for something, anything less cliched. The gleam in the other’s eye feels like freefall, addicting and dangerous. “You’re a terrorist, a monster, and when I catch you-”
Night Glider laughs as the weak spot of the roof crumbles around her, shards of ceramic falling a long way to the floor. “You won’t. You’ll always be a half-step behind me, and that’s what I love about you.” She practically sings as she launches herself into the sky, just out of reach. For now, not forever. “Until next time, my shadow.”
Heh, neither of us heard the end of that encounter for weeks, did we? I was in trouble for causing such a scene, wasting energy that almost got me captured, and you-
Well, you’ve told me how your Princess responded to your failure. You’ve ensured I’ve paid you back for that little date, have you not? It’s no matter. Really, I don’t mind.
You’ve given me so much. Bracelets are a form of jewelry, are they not? And these are bracelets of a sort, though they’re a little plainer than I’d expected your taste to be. It’s your attention, though, your constant attention, that’s the real prize!
Any mare would be jealous of me for receiving that honor. I should count myself lucky, that I’m not just some mare you happened to bump into on the streets. Our meeting was no mere chance, it was practically fate! I don’t begrudge you the origin of our relationship. It’s more personal this way, wouldn’t you say?
It’s been personal since long before I realized it. I’m sorry for not noticing sooner.
If I have any complaints, it would be the makeover you’ve given me, but I shouldn’t be too picky. I’ve always thought you were perfect for me, and in many ways I’m perfect for you now more than ever, yes?
It isn’t until Spitfire shatters one of her delicate navy wings against the coarse cobblestone of the castle’s courtyard that Night Glider finally shuts up.
“I warned you,” Spitfire spits, stomping her hoof down on the brittle bones of the intruder’s other wing, punctuating her sentence with a satisfying crack. “The Princess doesn’t tolerate assassins, especially those targeting her nobles. Stupid, stupid Night Glider. Did you think you could evade capture forever?”
Night Glider, to her credit, doesn’t scream, though her mouth opens with a soundless howl. The mutinous fury hasn’t quite faded from her seafoam eyes. “I’m not afraid of death.” She chokes out after a moment, her voice wavering slightly. “Not from you, and not from her. I’ve done enough for the true ruler of Equestria, the rightful Princess, and I’m not scared of you.”
“That’s perfectly fine,” the Bolt says, studying the captive. Her captive, now. Spitfire’s hoof brushes against Night Glider’s downy chest fur, almost teasingly, before leaning forward with her body’s considerable weight, watching the pinned mare struggle to draw in another breath, feeling her ribs strain. A purple hoofprint as repayment for the scarlet one the traitor had given her seemed all too appropriate. “I don’t plan on letting you die for a long time.”
There’s the struggle she’d been waiting for all this time, the beginning bloom of panic in Night Glider’s eyes as she draws in a strangled wheeze of a breath. “You? I don’t-” Her words are drowned out by a weak cough. She thrashes as Spitfire lets up the pressure for just long enough to keep her from blacking out. Her teal eyes widen in beautiful panic, her pale mane falling in wild tangles like a moon-drenched halo around her head.
It’s a sight Spitfire can’t tear her gaze away from as she reaches for a pair of manacles, deftly cuffing her wrists together.
There. Perfect.
Spitfire smiles down at her, her first smile for as long as she could remember. It wasn’t a pretty smile, judging by the way Night Glider shuddered, but she didn’t care. It felt good. “As far as anypony will know, you’re dead, and I’ll be forced to retire, due to both the trauma of the past year and the shame of not having caught you sooner.”
Spitfire tenderly cradles the mare’s cheek, watching as Night Glider weakly gasps for air. “Nopony will look for you. Nopony who matters will mourn for you. You’ll never escape, not after everything you’ve taken from me. The Princess’s respect, the peace of the latest-night watch, my reputation, my life and heart? You owe me for all of it. But don’t worry, monster,” Spitfire all but purrs as her captive’s expression flickers between resignation and rebellion. “We’ll have more than enough time together for me to collect what I’m due.”
You’re smiling again, you know. Lost in reminiscence? I bet I can guess what you’re thinking about. Did it feel nice, back then, almost winning?
Yes, almost! You shattered my wings, you’ve cuffed my hooves and chained me to your basement wall, and you still haven’t won, because you’re still as obsessed with me as the night we met.
Don’t glare at me. It goes both ways, you know. We’re equals, we’re the same, and that means neither of us can fully claim victory over the other. I’ve consumed you as much as you’ve destroyed me. It’s a romantic thought, isn’t it? We’re made for each other, like the grenade and the pin. The iron and the rust. The moon and the su-
Ha. I see I’ve gotten you properly angry. Going to try to break me once again? Go on, strike me for my heresy! You can take whatever you’d like from me, my shadow. It’s sweet that you’ve never done anything to silence me permanently. It means everything I say that ticks you off is your own fault. The things you do to yourself, it must be some form of masochism.
There’s that beautiful look in your eyes, that golden fury. You know I’m right. You’re as fiery as the lost heavens when you’re enraged like this. We were born to the wrong sides, weren’t we? It’s almost funny. Spitfire, Her Majesty’s Shadowbolt, and Night Glider, the rebellion’s assassin. Day cloaked in night, and night steeped in day. Not that it matters, outside of a poetic sense. In here, with you, it’s just us, no skies or Princesses exist.
You… what? No, no, what is it you were going to say? You hate me? You love me? Don’t lie to yourself. With us, there’s no difference between the two.
Oh, don’t cry, my shadow, my Spitfire.
I hate you too, with all I am, with all I have left.
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thathornypony
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562934
| 1 |
Night Light,Porn,My Little Pony: Equestria Girls,Fetish,Sex
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Evening Drive
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Night Light goes for a drive to relax one evening.
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complete
| 8 | 2 |
<p>Night Light goes for a drive to relax one evening.</p><p>Gay cruising<br/>Erectile dysfunction<br/>Infidelity<br/>Blowjob<br/>Handjob<br/>Crossdressing</p>
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mature
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2024-08-09T00:38:45+00:00
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2024-08-09T00:38:44+00:00
| 156 |
It was supposed to have been family dinner night, but Shining and Cadance weren't able to make it, which was too bad. At least there would be plenty of leftovers for the next day. It also freed up the evening. Already during dinner he was starting to imagine it. And as he helped Velvet wash the dishes he decided on it. Once the dishes were done, he put his hands on his wife's hips, kissed her on the cheek, and whispered that he had a late errand to run.
He went upstairs to their bedroom and opened her dresser. He took out a lacy pair of her panties, and pressed them to his face, inhaling deeply. They were freshly washed, so only smelled like fresh breeze dryer sheets, but that was fine. It was the thought that counted. He dropped his trousers and exchanged his own underwear for the panties. Then he grabbed his keys, as he had ostensibly come up to do.
It was a beautiful summer night for a drive. He pulled his car over next to a park and sat there for a moment, enjoying the fresh air. Stillness was wonderful, but not so wonderful that it felt like an intrusion when his phone buzzed with the sound of his favorite app.
He looked at the message he had gotten and smiled. He replied with the address of the park, sat back, and waited.
A few minutes later another car pulled up. A young man stepped out. Handsome, decently fit, not particularly twinkish. Night Light stuck his hand out the window and waved.
The young man approached. It was hard to tell what color he was in the fading light, but it was something close to the color of the grass. He had a sharp, clean shaven face. He looked good, but Night Light couldn't help but miss the days when men had mustaches a little.
He opened the door of his car and stared at the younger man, who proved to be submissive enough that that was enough to prompt him to kneel right there on the sidewalk. That was a good boy. Night Light reached out, put his hand on the back of the young man's head and grabbed a tuft of hair. He pulled his head forward and pressed his face into the crotch of his pants. The young man made an mmmm sound.
He remained kneeling as Night Light released his head in order to undo his fly. He fished his penis out, which his visitor took into his mouth as soon as it was clear of the pants. He let his hands rest gently on the back of the man's head again, and leaned back to enjoy his blowjob.
Despite his anticipation for this, and the young man's best efforts, he remained soft and limp. Even as he reveled in the sensation of that strong tongue swirling it around that hot, wet mouth, the man kneeling before him, servicing him, even though they did not know each other's names and never would. He cursed his age.
After a few minutes, he said "that's enough I don't think this is happening." Night Light was unfortunately becoming accustomed to this scenario, but he had found that trying to force things never helped. The young man raised his head and looked at him. "Here, stand up and I'll give you a handy for your trouble."
The young man stood up and spent a while rubbing his knees, poor thing. But then again what was the point of having good knees if not kneeling for blowjobs in sketchy places? "Enjoy being young while you can, boy" Night Light said, "sooner or later you're gonna end up like this, can't get it up no matter how much you want to." He rearranged himself in the seat of his car, pulling his pants off and tucking his dick back into the panties.
He reached out and closed his fist around the young man's penis. His own twitched a little at that but remained soft. His pulse still knew how to race though. The size was nothing spectacular, but it had a nice shape. It was uncut, with a loose foreskin that slid back and forth easily for him.
He talked as he jerked the man off. Wordless encounters were best, but he had already started talking, and might as well keep going. "I use to be a real twink," he said. "Real submissive and breedable. Honestly that's half the reason I do this. I have a lot of fond memories of sucking off old men in their cars from when I was your age. It's real fun, isn't it? Especially when they're married. Can you feel that wedding ring on your cock? Because I wanted to give something back, see? Make sure all the young fags would have trouble to get into."
The young man groaned as he rambled.
"Yeah you like that? Like getting jerked off in the park? By an old man with a wife and kids?" Night Light was certainly enjoying the thought of his wife, probably sitting in the living room reading her book. Meanwhile he was with a man young enough to be his son (that generation was in its prime twink years now and it was glorious). Gripping his dick, feeling the shaft of a hot penis in his hands had never once in his life gotten old. "You getting close?"
The young man grunted and nodded.
Night Light let go of his cock. "All right just a second here." He kicked his pants free of his feet and got out of the driver's seat. He stood and leaned back against side of the car. He positioned the young man in front of him and started jerking him off again, pointing the young man's penis directly at his crotch.
"Oh shit," the young man said. His dick started pulsing and he came, shooting his load all over Night Light's bulging panties. Night Light ran his fingers through the cum, rubbed it into the lace.
"Good boy," he said. The cum cooled quickly in the night air and he could feel the wetness in the fabric stretched over his manhood.
"You ever had a guy cum on your dick like this? You ought to try it. It feels slutty as hell," Night Light said.
The young man nodded shakily, as he zipped up his pants. Their eyes met one more time before the he scrambled off to his car.
Night Light got back into his seat and worked his pants back on. His partner drove off into the night, but he remained still, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel. The night was still young. He could certainly add another load to the wet spot in his pants, yet another man's semen to cover his cock and balls and stain his wife's underwear.
The night was young, but he was not. And anyway the casual nature of this was what he enjoyed about it. One of the things he liked about men was this quick simplicity. They met, they did their business, and then there was no complication, they just went back to their lives. There was no need to make an event out of it.
So he started his car and drove home. Just as he'd imagined, Twilight Velvet was curled up in an armchair reading a book. He could hear faint music from Twilight's room upstairs and that made him happy to hear. "I'm home," he said, and went to give his wife a peck on the cheek.
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Darth Severus
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562935
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Main 6,Anthro,Porn,Romance,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Fetish,Sex
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Sharing a Lesson
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After a friendship lesson from Princess Celestia, Twilight chooses to share this lesson with her best friends
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incomplete
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<p>Recently, Celestia invited Twilight to Canterlot to give her a lesson on friendship. With her newfound knowledge of friends with benefits, she decided to share her new lessons with her closest friends, hoping that her lesson with Celestia will bring her and her friends even closer</p><p>Fan-made sequel to the Palcomix comic "A Lesson on Benefits"</p><p>Kink Warnings<br/>All Around: Lesbian<br/>Chapter 1: <span class="spoiler">Cosplay, Role Play</span><br/>Chapter 2: <span class="spoiler">Domination, BDSM</span><br/>Chapter 3: <span class="spoiler">Food play</span><br/>Chapter 4: <span class="spoiler">Electrocution, Anal</span><br/>Chapter 5: <span class="spoiler">Tentacles, Massive Creampies</span></p>
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mature
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2024-08-05T23:07:43+00:00
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2024-08-05T23:07:43+00:00
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It had been about a week since Twilight was called to Canterlot by Princess Celestia. While there, she learned some new lessons on friendship, more specifically, the benefits of friendship. After days of research, she decided to share her lessons with her friends. She called them all to her house and told them, "Ok girls, I'm glad you came. So, I went to Canterlot last week for a friendship lesson from Princess Celestia. Rarity and Pinkie Pie helped me prepare for her lesson. Rarity, you provided the proper attire, and Pinkie provided me with some... supplies. Since I've been researching for the last week, I wanted to test my knowledge of this lesson, and to share it with my best friends in all of Equestria."
The girls smiled and Rainbow Dash asked, "So, what's this lesson about?"
"The benefits of friendship." before pulling out a hat with five pieces of paper inside of it. "First of all, we'll be drawing straws. First, each of you will pick a piece of paper from this hat. I have five pieces of paper, from Monday to Friday. Whichever day you pick will be when I come to your house to teach you about the lessons I studied with Princess Celestia. I'll also need to ask you each a few questions about your... personal preferences. Once that's done, I'll prepare myself and be over to share my lessons with you on your selected day."
Her friends were a bit confused, but nodded, taking a piece of paper from the hat.
Rarity said, "Ok, I pulled Monday."
After which, Fluttershy read her piece of paper, "I've got Tuesday."
Next, Applejack picked a piece of paper out and read it aloud, "I guess my lesson's on Wednesday"
"I've got Thursday, that's cool with me." Rainbow Dash spoke
"Which leaves me with Friday, oki-doki-loki!"
"Good, that's sorted out! Now, I'll talk to you one by one in my room and we'll talk about your personal preferences." before walking up to her room. As Rarity came in, she asked, "Ok Rarity, this may seem weird, but tell me, what sort of preferences do you have in bed?"
Rarity blushed lightly and asked, "Why do you need to know that darling? What sort of lesson is this?"
"A lesson on the benefits of friendship. Trust me, it's the best lesson Celestia ever gave me, I know you'll enjoy it."
Rarity thought for a moment, "Ok, I suppose I trust you. I honestly enjoy cosplay, with myself being either a maid, or my profession as a tailor. I don't know why, but cosplay has always turned me on." She blushed a bit more as she admitted her tastes and fetishes to her best friend, but she trusted that these secrets would be safe with Twilight.
As the others came into her room, Fluttershy admitted that she liked being dominated, which highly surprised Twilight given her friend's shy and kind nature. Applejack admitted that she had a thing for food play, especially when it involved apples, which honestly didn't surprise her. Rainbow Dash seemed to have an electrocution fetish, as well preferring anal sex over vaginal. Finally, Pinkie Pie told her that she had a thing for tentacles and being covered in cum.
As Twilight wrote down her notes, she told her friends, "Ok girls, I've gotten everything I need to know for now. Once I'm ready, I'll give each of you a call, and we can begin our shared lessons, here at my house. I'm glad I'll be able to share the lessons Celestia taught me with my best friends in all of Equestria.
As the six of them gathered in a group hug, the question in all their heads was, "What kind of lesson is this? And why do my panties feel so wet all of a sudden?"
After they left, Twilight cracked her knuckles and said, "Time to get to work, I'll make sure this is the best friendship lesson me and my friends will ever have!" before rushing into her little office and getting on her computer, ordering all the things she would need to teach her friends about the benefits of friendship.
Once she was done, she sighed in relief and said, "Ok, step one complete. Time for step two." before writing a letter to Princess Celestia, "Dear Princess Celestia, I've been studying the lessons you gave me on the benefits of friendship last week. I've decided to share your lesson with my best friends. I hope I can perform in the same way you expected of me last week. I have to admit, I'm a bit worried that things might not go as planned, but what's life without a few risks? I've got everything set up, ordered all the supplies, and was able to keep the girls in the dark about why I was asking them what turns them on sexually. I will send daily reports with results of sharing the lesson of friendship with benefits."
When she was finished with her letter, she called out, "Spike, can you come send a letter for me?"
Spike was still half asleep as he yawned while entering Twilight's office and said, "Yeah, sure thing Twilight." before being handed the letter and sending it off to Celestia.
At Celestia's castle...
Celestia was having a cup of tea, when Twilight's letter showed up. As she read the letter, she smiled and said to herself, "Well done my precious pupil, well done indeed. You and your friends are certain to grow even closer with the lessons I taught you."
And so, Twilight has prepared her friends for a new lesson on friendship, passed on to her from Princess Celestia herself. What will these lessons entail? Besides sex of course, there are many doors that these lessons will open, and by sharing her lessons with her friends, Twilight's bonds of friendship will only continue to grow.
The girls may not know what their lessons entail, but they all seem to agree that their upcoming lessons seem to brew excitement in their hearts, and in their panties. What will they think of their new lessons in friendship with benefits?
The story begins...
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Ezio1-3
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562937
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Main 6,Sonata Dusk,Sunset Shimmer,Alternate Universe,Anthro,Crossover,Human,Adventure,Comedy,Science Fiction,My Little Pony: Equestria Girls,Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles
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Equestria Ninja Girls: Mutant N Sanity
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Equestria Ninjas fic crossover with Crash Bandicoot first game.
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incomplete
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<p>It's Summer Vacation! And what better idea to spend it than on an all-expense paid trip to a tropical island? That was the plan Rarity had for the Rainbooms and Turtles after winning the trip to an Australian Archipelago called the N. Sanity ISlands. But little do they know that their destination isnt gonna be a peaceful or relaxing one. The nefarious Dr Neo Cortex has made the islands his headquarters for his plansd of world domination and the islands, indeed the entire world, is in danger. But our teenaged heroes will have help in te form of a kind-hearted bandicoot and several others. But the mission to save the world has just become a rescue mission to save Crash's sister Coco. Can they salvage this vacation and save the island? Time to get going and find out!</p><p>Based on a fanfiction story by SSL13, link here: <a href="https://m.fanfiction.net/u/1731788/" rel="nofollow">https://m.fanfiction.net/u/1731788/</a></p>
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everyone
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2024-08-05T23:43:03+00:00
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2024-08-05T23:43:03+00:00
| 218 |
In Canterlot High, the bell rings, declaring the end of the day, and the start of Summer Vacation. Everyone is excited, some more then others. Sunset, Twilight, Rainbow Dash, Applejack, Pinkie and Fluttershy saw Rarity jumping around in excitement while she was squealing about something.
Rarity had the largest sparkles in her eyes. Clearly she was excited. "Girls! You wont believe it! I just struck it big! I got a free pass to an all-expense-paid trip to a tropical paradise near Australia!"
Twilight raised her brow. She was the first to speak up. "Where exactly?"
Rarity opened the pass. "Soem place called Wumpa ISland. Part of an archipelago called the N. Sanity ISlands. Known for being very peaceful and welcoming, and full of delicious Wumpa Fruits! I hear the native aboriginals are very welcoming!"
Naturally, everyone had different reactions.
Applejack: "Fruit?"
Fluttershy: "Peaceful and welcoming?"
Twilight: "Archipelago?"
Sunset: "Odd name."
Rainbow Dash: "Islands?! Does that mean awesome waves?"
Pinkie: "And are there gonna be parties?!"
Rarity nodded. "And the pass says we can bring up to 16 people, so we can invite the Turtles, April, Karai, Casey and Shinigami! "
Sunset pondered. "That leaves one space open. I suppose maybe we can take Fugitoid with us too!"
Pinkie Excitedly jumped up and down. "Ooh! What about Sonata?"
Sunset paused. "I suppose that would be a better alternative than the PRofessor. I just remembered he did say he had some stuff to take care of."
Pinkie was so happy she did a backflip. "Yipee!"
Twlight beamed. "Then what are we waiting for? We sold get packing for our overseas trip! I will call the Turtles so they can tell the others!"
This got everyone cheering. Pinkie had already sped off to tell Sonata.
Pinkie immediately got on her phone, calling Sonata. "Hey, Nata! Nata! You there?"
Sonata is heard on the other line. "Pinkie! Nice to hear from you! Got any plans for Summer Vacation?"
Pinkie beamed. " Yeah! And you, one of my besties, is coming along!"
Sonata smiled."Sounds great! Too bad my sisters cant come. Karai got a call from the turtles about a trip somwhere and said she'd leave the place to Adagio and Aria. Wait... is the trip something I'm going to too!?"
"Definitely!"
Sonata is heard squealing in delight on the other end."I'll get ready!"
"Okie-dokie-lokie!"
Meanwhile, Fluttershy looks out the window to her animal habitats as she's packing at her own place. She's making sure all the animals have their food while she's away. But as she looks out the window, she cant help feeling a sense of unease. Angel takes note of this and nuzzles up to her side.
"Thanks, Angel. It's just, I don't know why, but I don't think New York's the only place with mutants anymore."
As she spoke, somehwere on the N. Sanity ISlands, deep iniside a large castle built by the shore, a man was brooding. He had yellow skin, black hair, and a large head. He was wearing a lab coat and had a large N o his forehead. This man's name was DR. Neo Cortex.
Dr Cortex turned to see a large assortment of Australian animals in cages, most of them scared and confused. . There are two kangaroos, a roadrunner, a dingo, a crocodile, a mountain goat, a Galapagos Turtle, a Tasmanian tiger, a potoroo, a sugar glider, two gorillas, an elephant, a koala, two komodo dragons, and two bandicoots. There were also a few tanks, each carrying a single bug or sea animal. A moth, a mosquito, a coral reef octopus, a vampire squid, and though he couldnt see it, one jar contained a single tardigrade, at least according to his lab assistants.
Dr Cortex looked to several empty cages in the corner. One was labeled "Cat", while another was labeled "Bat", and two more were labeled "Wombat". He shook his head. He had tried with those animals, but they escaped, so he was disapointed. Another failure. Even if he could mutate them, they still were of no use to him if he couldnt find them. No matter. This time he wouldn't fail.
Another man came into the room. He was a gangly man with a bald head, bushy eyebrows and a haggard look, wearing a green coat. Oddly, he had bolts on the side of his head. This man was Cortex's assistant, and arguably his only friend: Dr. Nitrus Brio. The man was looking very nervous. At his side were some of Cortex's LAb Assistants. They wear tall and lanky, with big noses and glasses. They bore expressionless faces and oddly enough looked similar. Even the female ones looked similar. Dr N. Brio fumbled before straightening himself. "Bring the Animals to the room. Dr Cortex is wanting to proceed." The lab assistants obeyed him. Cortex looked out the window at the full Moon. He can hear dingos howling from one of the islands from here. He then hears a door open and animal noises. He turned around to see the animals he captured in their cages.
"Which ones do you want to mutate first, Neo?" Brio asked by coming up to them.
"Something that could take the pain." Cortex replied. He went over to the Tasmanian tiger who growled at him, backing away from the doctor who smirked. "Hmm. This one looks a bit promising. This is the most rarest Australian animal I've found. A Thylacine. Aslo known as the Tasmanian Tiger. These creatures are almost extinct. They're so rare, it was a miracle we could snag this one. "The creature roared at him, making Cortex jump back in surprise, but he chuckled. "Brio, minions, bring him to the table! I will prepare the Evolvo-Ray!"
It's hard to bring the tiger to the table and strap it down. It roars at the minions, struggling to get out of the straps. Everyone got out of the way when Cortex starts up the machine. Dr Brio winced at the machine. "Are you sure we can't just use that Mutagen stuff we heard about from your contact in the United States, what's his name, Stockman? It would maybe be easier if we purchased some from him. LAst time we used this, well, the animals got loose! MAybe we can control them better if-"
"No!" Cortex cut him off. "According to Stockman, not only is that stuff unstable and can warp your mind, but if you touch it, you could be affected too! This is much safer and more reliable than some ooze from another dimension! Besides, what good is something you didn't build yourself? The Evolvo-Ray is more than just mutation: it's rapid evolution! This....is the future of power and soldiers! We will not fail again. "
He pulls the lever. The ray shoots the Tasmanian tiger who roared in agony. The light is too bright to see what was happening. But the roars is heard through the lab and the whole castle of Cortex. The creature began to change. It started to grow big muscles, and its body grew large. And the roar changed. The tiger is fully mutated. He broke out of the straps.
"Tiny break things!" he spoke in a deep growling voice. Cortex and the others looked in awe. The thylacine, Tiny, stood up and looked around the lab with a growl. "Where is this place? This place no familiar!" He spoke. Cortex cautiously walked up to the tiger, holding his laser gun.
"Greetings, big fellow. I am Dr. Neo Cortex. You are in my island. This room here is my lab. And...you are my creation." He said. Tiny stares at him, narrowing his eyes at him like he wanted to attack. Brio looks nervous. Cortex continued to speak to Tiny. "You say your name is Tiny, correct? Did you come up with that name?"
"Tiny named himself!" The tiger said. "But Tiny don't remember anything about past. But Tiny wants to crush things!" He slammed the nearby table with potions. Brio let out a cry. That is his work. Cortex let out a laughter.
"Excellent! Tiny is perfect for brawling!" He said. "My Evolvo-Ray worked! I'm a genius!"
"My...potions..." Brio whimpered.
"Minions! Bring out the dingo and the crocodile! I have something in mind! We are trying the same thing we did with that cat and bat!" Cortex ordered, returning to the machine. "Brio, we are making a world even better!"
"Y-yes, Cortex." Brio said, cleaning up his work while the minions are getting the dingo and the crocodile out of their cages. The rest of the animals are very scared after Tiny's mutation. They are going to be next.
While N. Brio was cleaning, he saw other empty cages and tanks, those having skunk, vulture, armadillo, rhino, lion, orca, elephant, grizzly bear, boar, gorilla and scorpion, to name a few as he sighed, knowing the results of the mutations managed to escape as well.
Meanwhile, at the airport, the turtles were in their human disguises, thanks to Donnie's device.
Rarity was standing in front of a line to their plane that would take them to Australia. From there, they would get on a boat at Sydney Harbor to take them to the archipelago. Rarity looked really excited to go. And so did everyone else.
Rainbow had already put on sunglasses and summer shirt over her swimsuit for the beach. "Aw yeah! Ready to shred some waves when we get there!"
Mikey nodded. " Heh, I hear that, dudette!"
As they got on the plan, thoughts went through their heads on what they planned to do on the island. But the Fluttershy heard seagulls flying above while calling, making her concerned.
Meanwhile, back on the ISland, Cortex was looking at his creations with pride. He had a full legion of evolved animals at his command.
Pinstripe Potoroo was a potoroo with gangster attire and a tommy gun. Koala Kong was a muscular koala with amazing strength. The Komodo Bros. Komodo Moe and Komodo Joe were expert sword throwers. Heavy Squid was an octopus with a beefy body and an arsenal of heavy weaponry, though his love of sandwiches was questionable. Count Constrict was a vampire squid who was spooky and strong. Blitzi Moth was a moth who was good with missile launchers and covert ops, though she was a bit too timid for his liking. Hilda Mosquito was a mosquito and was the perfect femme fatale, both seductive and deadly. Astro Tardigrade was a tardigrade in a spacesuit, and was the most durable and resilient soldier he could ever hope to have! Dingodile was a combined Crocodile and Dingo, and was a great crackshot with a flamethrower. Rilla Roo was a combined Gorilla and Kangaroo and was both strong and loyal. Goaturtle was a combined goat and galapagos turtle that was always itching for a fight.
Still, some creatures werent all a success. Gorillaphant, a combined Gorilla and Elephant, although incredibly strong, was a complete coward, and had broken free from his restraints and smashed his way into the wild. Two others who escaped with him wereNosedive Sugar Glider, a Sugar Glider, and Lil' Beeper, a Roadrunner. A shame too, Lil' Beeper had incredible speed, and Nosedive got away with the experimental gauntlets and tail hook he developed. Another concern was Ripper Roo, the Kangaroo he'd evolved, who was currently laughing his head off in a corner. The minions put him in a straitjacket and put him to his cell and Cortex will try to put him to therapy. The blue kangaroo goes insane whenever he hears bombs go off.
"He needs work. But the rest of the creations will do for now." Cortex said with a sigh. "It's been a long night. Must put everyone to their cells. Some seem unstable."
"But Dr. Cortex!" Brio said, stopping him. "You have two creatures left! There are two bandicoots!" Cortex turned to the little cage and see two little eastern barred bandicoots in their cage, shaking in fear. "Are you going to mutate them as well?" Brio asked.
"In time, my old friend." Cortex said. "But for now, I need to study the others. The bandicoots will wait. Just feed them or something." He walked away from the cage, leaving Brio behind. Brio looks back at the bandicoots.
"Wonder what you two would look like when you mutate?" He wondered. The male bandicoot went up to him, sniffing the air. Then went back to the little bandicoot who is a female. Brio doesn't know for sure if they are siblings or a couple. He won't find out until Cortex mutates them.
Once the mutant creatures are in their cells, Cortex was the only one up. He is tinkering with the Evolvo-Ray and kept hearing sounds from the bandicoots. He knew they are frightened, and they refuse to eat the food that Brio gave them. But they do accept the water. Cortex went over to the cage and saw that the male bandicoot is the only one awake. The female is fast asleep. The bandicoot snarled at Cortex.
"You seem aggressive, little fella." Cortex told the male bandicoot. Then, this gave him the idea. "Wait. You could be perfect to be the commander of the army I've created so far! A bandicoot commander!" He chuckled and opened the cage. "I've had plans for a commander for my army since I first started mutating with the Evolvo-ray, and I wanted it to be one of the Wombats! But both escaped, a dysmal failure. But you! I feel I can learn from such a mistake and do much better with you!" The male bandicoot winced as Cortex grabbed him, causing the female bandicoot to wake up in alarm. Cortex closes the cage and place the little bandicoot on the table and strap him down. "This will hurt a little, my new friend." Cortex said, coming over to the Evolvo-Ray. He pulled the lever, and the ray activates. The beam shoots the bandicoot who lets out a cry of agony. Cortex couldn't see the change because of the light. The bandicoot starts to grow, and its color is turning orange, and it has brown hair on top of the head. The cries of agony had changed and it's a little high pitched. The evolution is complete. Cortex rushed over to the bandicoot and see that he is not moving.
"Bandicoot! Can you hear me?" Cortex asked, snapping his fingers. He rolled the bandicoot onto his back to feel the pulse and listen for the heartbeat. But he heard a groan. He looked up to see the bandicoot started to open his eyes. They are emerald green. "Can you speak?" Cortex asked. But the bandicoot is too dizzy and weak to move a muscle or try to talk. He groaned again and rests his head on the table. "He is out cold. Best to study him in the morning. I will deal with the female bandicoot later." Cortex said. The orange bandicoot doesn't seem to be a threatening type like the others, but he will be the commander of his new friends. A killing machine.
He looks out the window at the night sky. He ponders something his client Stockman had said. Something about his own experiences with troublemakers stopping his own evil plans. Cortex smiled devilishly. He was confident nobody could stand up to his army. After all, Stockman mostly uses machines, and hardly ever uses mutagen to create his own army, although he had created many mutants in the past. Cortex knew some tasks needed real tactics, not machines. Even if he were to fight an enemy using machines himself, he would be at the controls. A machine is only as good as those that use them. "Maybe I should find Stockman's location and show off my army someday once I've started my world conquest. He'd be so jealous."
Back on the boat, Fluttershy noticed her geode glowing, same with the rest of the Rainbooms, despite them not noticing before all seven of them fired small beams into the air and towards their destination, concerning her more. The beams headed towards Cortex's Castle and hit Crash, stirring him in his sleep, before the light then headed towards a temple in the jungle with a door with an image of a strange tribal mask with feathers on top. The the beam faded at the temple entrance, and from inside, faint drums could be heard before becoming silent.But then at the last moment, the unified beam shot into the air before splitting into seven once more, going into parts unknown.
The next morning, the plane landed at Sydney Airport. Everyone is already impressed at Australia even though they still have a ways to go before their final destination. So everyone takes some time to take in the sights at Sydney before going at the harbor.
Raph was the first to speak. "Huh, I wonder what’ll happen."
Some of the group are taking in the sights, some are admiring the beach. Mikey is already riding a wave like a pro surfer, impressing some of the locals. Shini giggles at this. "The boat will be here soon."
Everyone gazes at the scenery, as well as the boat they'll be taking. LEo steps on first. "Well, it’s here. Let’s get going."
As they boarded the boat, all of them felt excited for their destination. But Fluttershy however, still felt uneasy as well.
MEanwhile on the ISland, Cortex was looking down at the unconsious bandicoot as he was waking up. "Hello. Little bandicoot. Rise and shine." A voice said. The bandicoot opened his eyes and see Dr. Cortex looking down at him. "Did you sleep well?" He asked. The orange marsupial sat up and rubbed his eyes, letting out a yawn. Cortex smiled at him and handing him the shoes, jeans, and brown fingerless gloves. "Here you go. Get dressed. There are friends you would like to meet in their cells." He told the bandicoot. He then notices the bandicoot doesn't speak to him. "Hmm. Couldn't talk, huh? You will. But, I need to call you something. What should I call you?" While thinking of names, the bandicoot got dressed in his new clothing, feeling them. He walked around in his cell, but bumped into a wall.
"Ack!" The bandicoot cried out, rubbing his nose. Cortex turned to him.
"Watch where you're going, bandicoot. I know this all seems new to you, but don't crash into anything." Cortex told him. "Wait a minute..." He scratches his beard, and made a grin. "That's it! Your name will be Crash Bandicoot!" He said. The bandicoot turned to him with a confused look. "Your name is Crash. Remember that. It seems fitting, isn't it?" The bandicoot just scratched his head in silent. "Only you could talk back. But, do you like the name? Just nod if yes." The bandicoot, Crash, just stared at him, but he grinned at him. A wide grin. "I'll take that smile as a yes." Cortex said. "Okay, follow me. You must meet your recruits." He walked out of the cell. Crash followed him out and walked up the stairs. He starts to sniff the air. Nothing special.
As the two walked down the hallway, there is Brio with the two bottles. One is purple, the other is green. Two doctors greet each other, but Brio noticed Crash who smiled at him and waved.
"Uh, Dr. Cortex, who is that?" Brio asked, pointing at the orange marsupial.
"Oh. You haven't met Crash. Who will be the commander of the recruits. I mutated him last night while you and the rest of the minions are asleep." Cortex said. "Crash, this is my partner, Brio. Think of him as your...uncle or something." Crash went up to the clueless doctor, sniffing his head and touching his face. He took one of the potions from Brio's hands. He shook it. Good thing the purple potion had a cord.
"Oooh!" Crash cooed to see bubbles in the potion. Brio quickly took the bottle away from him before he could drop it by accident. Cortex chuckled.
"Fascinating, isn't he?" He asked.
"I don't know, doctor. He doesn't seem like the type who would be the commander. He's too friendly." Brio said by pulling away from Crash who studies him. "What about the other bandicoot? Is that one mutated too?"
"Not yet. She will be soon." Cortex told him. "Now, if you will excuse us, Crash must see his new friends." He drags Crash down the hall to get to the other cell room where the creatures are.
In a dim cell room, Tiny is lifting weights in his own cell. He growls every time when he lifts it. Pinstripe is holding his tommy gun, sitting on the chair with his feet on the table. Koala Kong is napping on his bed. Dingodile is playing the harmonica. Rilla Roo is sitting in the corner of his cell, covering his ears from hearing that annoying laughter from that Ripper Roo who is in his special cell. And the Komodo Brothers are napping as well. Blitzi Moth was standing in a corner, looking into a Mirror with Hilda Mosquito. While Hilda was satisfied with her appearance, Blitzi was not, dissatisfied with her chest size compared to Hilda's. Heavy Squid was eating a sandwich in front of Count Constrict, who was scowling while drinking tomato juice. Astro Tardigrade was reading a book on constellations, and Goaturtle was kicking a punching bag.
The door bursts open and Cortex comes in while Crash is behind him. Cortex clapped his hands to get his mutants' attention. They all stopped what they are doing and see their creator.
"Gentlemen! And ladies, Allow me to introduce you all your soon-to-be commander, Crash Bandicoot!" Cortex said. Crash looked at his recruits who stare back at him. Neither of them smiled. Tiny growled at him.
"Tiny squash bandicoots!" He said, cracking his knuckles. Crash's ears went back, whimpering a little.
"You call that our commander?" Pinstripe asked in a gangster accent.
"He doesn't look tough to me." Dingodile added.
"He looks like a fox." Rilla Roo said, studying the bandicoot's appearance.
Goaturtle blinked. IT was clear he was not impressed.
Count Constrict merely hissed at Crash menacingly.
"Sssssuch a little weakling." Komodo Joe hissed with a chuckle, flicking his tongue while his brother, Moe, laughs with him.
Heavy Squid looked Crash up and down. "Vat a puny baby!" he scoffed.
Astro Tardigrade looked up from his book, then went back to reading. Clearly he believed Crash was not worth his attention.
Blitzi Moth just waved timidly at him. Hilda on the other hand, was eyeing Crash like a piece of meat with a lust-filled look in her eyes that made Crash back away.
Crash went behind Cortex, feeling frightened and insulted by everyone in this room. He turned to see Ripper Roo who laughs insanely. He doesn't know who's more threatening. The blue kangaroo or the recruits who insults him.
"Now, now, troops. Don't judge Crash here. He will be stronger than you all think. All of you, including Crash here, will be in training. You all must get along." Cortex told them. Crash's left ear twitched when he hears soft squeaky noises. He looked down to see a rat scurrying around the ground. He smiled and went after it, reaching for it. But whined when the rat ran away from him and went in the little hole on the wall. Cortex turned to the orange marsupial. "Crash, come with me. I have something to show you." He said. Once they left the room, Pinstripe let out a scoff.
"That bandicoot is a weirdo." He said. Dingodile nodded in agreement. Blitzi mumbled to herself "I thought he was nice...." though nobody heard her.
Crash took the book from the shelf and flip through the pages while Cortex picks out the books for Crash to read. But, the bandicoot isn't paying attention to his creator.
"Crash, come over here and-"
"Dr. Cortex! I've done it! I've done it!" Brio said coming in the small library.
"What do you mean? What did you do?" Cortex asked. "You didn't break my machine, did you?"
"No. I've mutated the female bandicoot for you, Dr. Cortex." Brio said. "And she has a smart brain! And I've done a DNA test on her and she is a little sister of Crash! They are siblings." Cortex sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose.
"Brio, I know we made that Evolvo-Ray together, but...don't just mutate an animal without my permission!" He said. Crash scratched his head with a concerned look on his face. Brio didn't say anything. "Where is that female bandicoot?" Cortex asked.
"Sh-she's in her new room I put her in." Brio replied.
"Might as well have her and Crash introduce. And...does she have a name?" Cortex asked.
"Yes. She does have a name. Coco." Brio replied. "She liked that name when I came up with it." Two doctors hear Crash gibber a little, like he is trying to tell them something. He points to himself, then out the door. "Uh, I think he wants to see her, Dr. Cortex. And...his jibber jabber is all he could do."
"Yes. But, Crash will talk in time." Cortex said. "Let us see that female bandicoot who is a sister of Crash."
A female bandicoot with long blonde hair in a ponytail, light orange fur, and green eyes is reading a book on her bed. She is wearing a white shirt with blue overalls, and pink shoes. Coco hears a knock on the door, and it opens and there is Brio coming in.
"Hello young lady. Sorry to keep you waiting." He said. "Here is Dr. Neo Cortex and your big brother, Crash Bandicoot." Cortex and Crash walked inside to see Coco looking at them in silent. Crash stares at her, but he smiled at her.
"Uh, hello." Coco spoke. She sounds shy.
"Greetings, young bandicoot. I am Dr. Neo Cortex. Brio here told me a little bit about you." He offers to shake hands with her. Coco took his hand and shake it. Crash walked over to her and shook her other hand, grinning ear to ear. "Oh, this is your big brother, Crash." Cortex said. Crash sniffs Coco's hair, lightly pinching her ears. Cortex sighed, rubbing his forehead. "Crash, that is not how you greet a lady." He told the orange male bandicoot. Crash stopped what he was doing, realizing his error. His ears went down in shame. Coco smiled a little at him. She held his hand.
"It's okay, doctor." She said. "Wow. We're siblings. Don't mean to sound harsh, but...we don't look related. But, Brio said that our DNA is the same. So, having a big brother is okay to me." Crash blinked at her, but shrugged. Brio leaned over to Cortex.
"Strange that our creations don't remember their past life as simple animals, but they are going to get along great." Brio said in a whisper.
"But don't get attached to them, Brio. Crash will be the commander and he will be our killing machine." Cortex said. "After his training is done, he will be ready for the Vortex."
"But, what about Coco?" Brio asked.
"You said she is smart, right? Well, she could be useful to me." Cortex said with a smirk. They are watching two bandicoot bond. Coco noticed that Crash doesn't talk back to her, only make gibbering noises or body language like he is trying to communicate. But, Coco doesn't seem to mind. Crash has grown attached to his little sister.
Later on, Crash was watching the creatures training in the room. Tiny can tear a metal board and break chains. Dingodile uses a flamethrower. The Komodo Brothers use their swords. Pinstripe uses his tommy gun to shoot the targets, hitting the bull's eye. Koala Kong is lifting weights. And Rilla Roo is eating bananas. Blitzi shoots rpgs at a target, while Hilda uses martail arts and her stinger nose on a dummy, piercing it. Goaturtle kicks a trainign dummy while Heavy Squid shoots his gatling gun at a target, filling it with holes. Count Constrict crushes a barrel to pieces with is spiky tentacles while Astro Tardigrade tosses meteor-shaped rocks at a target. As for Ripper Roo, after his training, his ability is to use TNTs and Nitro crates as weapons, but he is dangerous to be around others, even Cortex had to put him back to his cell.
Cortex orders his minions to bring in a mutant rat to be Crash's target to fight. Once the minions brought in the rat, the poor thing was scared to death. Crash watched in silent.
"No! I don't wanna die! Let me out of here! I didn't ask for this! Please!" A male rat cried out as he was being dragged inside the room and be in the center of the room. Crash stood across from him. Tiny and the rest are outside the circle of the floor, watching in delight, all excetp Blitzi, who is nervous, and Hilda who seems bored, and Astro, who is watching in intrique. Cortex stood behind Crash with a evil look. Coco stood by the doorway with a nervous look on her face. She didn't like the idea of Crash of hurting the poor mutant rat.
"This will be fun to watch." Pinstripe said with a chuckle.
"Let's see what this bandicoot can do." Dingodile said with a smirk. Crash turned back to his creator with a confused look on his face.
"Now, Crash. You saw your friends get strong and ready. So let us see what you got. Before you can begin to attack the rat I mutated for you, show us your attacks like how you show me and Brio." Cortex said. Crash took a few steps back from Cortex. He readied his muscles, and took a breath. He started to spin like a tornado. He then makes a slide attack and a body slam. He didn't look like he's in pain when he did the body slam move, but it could be a great use.
"Ta-da!" Crash exclaimed with a grin at his creator.
"Now, attack that rodent, Crash!" Cortex demanded. Crash turned to the frightened rat. His legs are shaking as he is staring back at the orange bandicoot. But, Crash didn't move. If the rat isn't fighting, Crash won't fight him. Instead, the bandicoot smiled and walked up to him. The rat covered his head with his hands, shaking.
"Don't hit me! I'm innocent!" He cried out. But he felt Crash's hand on his shoulder. The bandicoot smiled at him and shake his head, telling him that he will not harm him at all. "Huh? You...don't want to hurt me? But, why?" The rat wondered. Crash only scratched his head, mumbling a bit. He notices the restrains on the rat's wrists. Crash's ears lower a little in pity. He turned to Cortex, shaking his head at him. Dingodile threw his arms out.
"What is that bandicoot doing?" He asked with a look.
"Psh. He ain't a killer." Pinstripe said, scoffing. "He's too good a heart."
"Crash!" Cortex yelled. "Attack him! Now! You are going to be a general of the mutants! You will be unstoppable! Attack!" Again, Crash shook his head at him. Coco smiled at her big brother, but she frowned when Cortex made a angry look. "You fool! Attack that rodent now!" He demanded. Before Crash could defend the innocent mutant rat, Koala Kong came over. He grabbed the rat by the neck and threw him across the room. The rat screamed and crashed through the window, causing him to fall down to the sea. Crash slowly walked over to Cortex, ears down. The doctor shook his head in disappointment at him. Coco walked over to Crash.
"It's okay, Crash." She whispered.
"Crash, Coco. Back to your cells." Cortex said, keeping his voice as calm as possible. "I have...much to do. Training is done for today. I have to speak with these creatures here." Coco took Crash's hand to drag him out. Cortex rubbed his head with a sigh. "Such a shame. That bandicoot has too much goodness in his heart." He said.
"Why do you choose him as a general anyway, doc?" Pinstripe asked. "I can be a better general than him."
"Tiny could've squash that rat for Crash." Tiny spoke. "But Kong threw that rat out!" Koala Kong snarled at the tiger before returning to lift weights.
"He's just confused, gentlemen." Cortex told them. "He's been spending time with Coco for the past two days since. Unless Coco shows him...good is worth it than evil. Oh, I should've known! No wonder Crash doesn't fight the innocent."
"What're you gonna do to that bandicoot?" Moe asked, slicing his weapons with his brother.
"I need to experiment him more. And...put him in the Vortex I made. After that, he will become a killing machine. He will be hungry for blood." Cortex said with an evil grin. Rilla Roo made a disgust face. Tiny made a chuckle.
"Bandicoots hungry for blood. Tiny likey." He said. Blitzi shook her head. She has a bad feeling about this.
LAter, Crash is looking out the window of Coco's room, staring at the sea and the other two islands. Coco was sitting on her bed, watching her brother looking out the window. They don't know if that mutant rat survived from the fall or not. Crash felt so sorry for the guy. He wanted to know why Cortex would want him to attack him. That rat was scared to death and doesn't want to get hurt. That is why Crash decides not to fight him. But Koala Kong had to throw him out the window. Coco walked up to Crash.
"Hey. You okay, big brother?" She asked, touching his shoulder. Crash shrugged, not looking away from the view. Coco sees the two islands away from them. "You wanna know something, Crash? I had my first dream. It's about going to one of those islands. I would like to see that one on the right far away. Wumpa Island. I found the name of that island on Brio's computer. I was sitting on the beach, listening to the waves of the ocean, surrounded by sand, and a jungle behind me. If we are allowed to leave the castle, we will go there and explore." Coco told her brother. Crash half smiled. "Do you have a dream, Crash?" Coco asked. Crash shrugged. Coco can take that as a no. He doesn't know what the outside world is like. Coco only researches about it on the computer.
The door opens and coming in was Brio. Crash and Coco stared at him in silent.
"Crash, you should be in your own cell." Brio told him. "Cortex expects you to."
"Do you mean his room?" Coco asked.
"C'mon, Crash. Out." Brio said, pointing out the door. Crash sighed a little and walked away from his sister. As Crash disappeared out the door, Brio turned to Coco. "Sorry, Coco. Cortex has plans for the bandicoot. Remain here." He said, closing the door. He lead Crash down the hallway to get down to his own room/cell.
The orange bandicoot is resting on his bed, looking up at the ceiling. He turned to the window of his to see the two islands, waiting to be discovered. Deep down inside, he does wonder what those islands are like. A shooting star is discovered in the night sky. Crash smiled a little. He remembered when Coco learned that when someone sees a shooting star, you get to make a wish. Crash closes his eyes, making his first wish. He opened them again. Whatever he wished for, it will come true. He rested his head on the pillow and close his eyes to get some sleep.
Crash finds himself in a strange void, and sees a man, injured and scared, with blood seeping from a deep scratch wound on his chest. Crash reaches out to help him, but his hand passes through him. He hears Cortex cackling and turns around to see him. But there's a creature in front of Cortex. It looks an awful lot like himself, but way different: red fur, sharp fangs and claws, and a bloodthirsty look in his eyes. Crash is very scared."Finish him!" Cortex demanded. The evil version of Crash gets down on all fours and leaps at the screaming man, and suddenly....
Crash let out a cry as he woke up from a nightmare. He let out a sigh of relief. It's just a bad dream. A really bad dream. How could he dream about something like that though? Crash is no killer. Maybe the dream was a warning? Cortex did say that he wanted Crash to be a killer. He doesn't know. But, Crash decides to let it go and went back to sleep. But a feeling of unease still lingers, and as Crash began to sleep again, he had a sneaking suspicion that something bad might happen if he stays around Cortex.
Back at the island, Fluttershy felt a chill shoot down her spine. This was noticed by Shinigami, who moved closer. "What's wrong, Fluttershy? You look like you've seen a ghost or something."
Fluttershy shook her head."Sorry, it’s just… I have a very bad feeling all of a sudden."
Shinigami frowns. "That doesnt sound good. And right as we're starting a vacation, no less. MAybe youre a bit too wound up."
" I hope so too."
But then Mikey, Pinkie and Sonata were swinging around, doing Tarzan yells.
Raph and Casey are seen trying to get them down. "Hey! Stop that! This is a tropical island, not a jungle gym!"
Donnie nodded. "Huh, quite a jungle out there."
Everyone looks around and is excited. The jungle is lush, and the beach is very beautiful, and the waves are perfect for both swimming and surfing. IT all seems perfect.
Except there seem to be a lot of crates eeverywhere. Applejack Opens a crate. " Fruit?"
Fluttershy sees a crab nearby. But it's really big: about as big as a dog. Everyone looks as the crab walks towards a green crate labeled "Nitro." but as soon as he touches it....
KABOOM!!!
Everyone looks in horror as it's raining bits of crab everywhere. Rarity screams in horror as a leg falls on her and gets stuck in her hair. Rainbow Dash ponders." That was less messy then I thought it was gonna be." Donnie sees that there are crates everywhere, and losts of them are also the Nitro Crates, as well as red ones labeled "TNT". "Who would scatter these dangerous things everywhere?!"
Pinkie, Mikey and Sonata approached a TNT crate before touching one by jumping on it before the “TNT” on it turned into a 3 with a beep.
Donnie panicked. "RUN!!!!" Mikey, Pinkie and Sonata only backed away a few meters as the 3 became a 2 with another beep.
As it counted down to 1 a bird laanded on it, then:
BOOM!!!!
The explosion left nothing behind but charred feathers and the bird's talons.
Pinkie backed away. " Yikes, better not get close to it when that bomb goes off."
Leo pondered. "Where did these dangerous crates come from? And who put them here?"
He hears tribal drums in the distance. Sunset points. "Huh, we should check THAT out."
They delve into the jungle, then come upon a tribal village with large gates. A hunting party is returning with a large boar they caught. Some villagers see them and begin talking to each other in aboriginal language. Some warriors with spears march up to them. One begins speaking in English. "Who are you, and what are you doing here?" He sees the turtles. Upon seeing them, they point their spears at them. "Look out! Cortex Commandos!"
Naturally everyone is confused. Mikey is the first to speak up. "Say what?!"
Twilight tries to calm them down. "No, wait! These guys are with us! They are heroes!"
The warriors stop and begin talking to each other in aboriginal. They then turn to Twilight. "Did you come from the mainland?" Everyone nodded. "I see. This is a problem. You must speak with our chief. He will explain our situation. Honestly, you should not have come. I'm sorry to say this to you, but....you are all in danger as long as you're on this archipelago."
Rarity speaks out. "Excuse me?!"
The warriors sighed. "The chief and his daughter will explain."
He leads them to the village to a large hut with a throne. Sitting upon it is an large overweight man with a large headdress and carrying a staff. Next to him was a teenaged girl with puffy hair and a staff of her own. The chief spoke to the guards in aboriginal. After a brief exchange, he sighed. "Papu apologize. No intentions to put you in danger. My name Papu PApu, chief of village. Next to Papu is daughter, Tai'ka. Sorry for rough reception. Our island in danger, so no entry from outside permitted. Papu should have made sure passes to islands were revoked, too dangerous for civilians."
Tai'ka sighed. "My father is right. We never meant to wrap you up in our problems."
Applejack puts her hand on her hips, clearly annoyed. "Seriously though, what's goin' on?"
Papu PApu sighed and pointed to the next island in the distance where Castle Cortex stood. "Island next over base of operations of big time villain. Mad scientist named Dr Neo Cortex. Plunge our islands into ruin."
Tai'ka nodded. "My father his right. That mad man is bent on world domination. He is using a machine to mutate animals and create an army to conquer the world. His factory is causing toxic spills on that island, and worse yet, he has scattered TNT and Nitro crates on all the islands of the archipelago that is disturbing and harming the environment and wildlife. Food is getting scarce due to wildlife dying from the crates. When our guards saw your mutant friends, they believed they were some of his creations come to attack us. My father decreed that any mutant animals Cortex made that we find be killed and cooked."
Papu PApu nodded. "Anything related to that madman too dangerous to keep alive."
Raph stood up. "Hold on a second! Mutants?! If the Kraang is back, then-"
This caused PApu Papu and Tai'ka to tilt their heads in confusion. "Kraang?"
Raph comically face-faulted at that.
Tai'ka shook her head. "Perhaps you are confused. Even we have heard of this mutegen stuff. We have heard of it through a man who visited our island searching for it years ago. A man by the name of Jack Kurtzman."
Thai surprised everyone. "Kurtzman?!"
Tai'ka nodded. " But the mutants made by Cortex are entirely man-made. We heard he has created a machine that mutates animals by inducing rapid evolution, evolving them into a human-like state. He calls it the Evolvo-ray."
Twilight and Donnie's jaws dropped at that.
April sighed. "Uh... I think you broke 'em."
Papu PApu lightly bonked them on the heads with his staff."Snap out of it! You scaring kids in my tribe!"
Tai'ka Notices Pinkie, Mikey and Sonata gone."Where are your three friends?"
Everyone notices the goofballs in a hut on the other side of the village, treating themselves to a large feast.
Casey frowned. " Dude, they're gonna turn into boulders if they eat like that."
Papu PApu shakes his head. "Papu not agree. Bigger body means greater strength. Eat lots. Exercise. Get strong."
Tai'ka gets Bead of sweat. " Oh geez..."
Fluttershy suddenly ponied up and flew off after hearing something.
She flies over the island and hears a sound.
"Beep Beep!"
She sees a red blurr speeding Across the beach. As it zooms by some trees, the wumpa fruit on them disappear, as though they were picked. Fluttershy flies off towards it.
Meanwhile at the same time at Castle Cortex, Cortex is finishing his invention, the Cortex Vortex. He has plans for it tonight. He knows who will be inside this machine. He chose Crash Bandicoot. Because of what happened the night before, Cortex must put Crash under his control.
"But, Dr. Cortex! The Vortex is not ready! We don't know what it could do!" Brio exclaimed nervously.
"The bandicoot will be the general!" Cortex said. "Now, wake up that bandicoot and bring him here!" The minions left the lab to get Crash out of his room. "Crash's abilities are perfect, and he is strong enough to be the leader of my creations. He will be the most evil bandicoot that the world will ever see!" Cortex said. Grunting is heard. The minions are struggling to hold the male bandicoot. Crash tries to get out of their grasps, but they kept holding on his arms. Cortex walked up to Crash with a gentle smile. "Now, now. No need to fight, Crash. We are just gonna run a little...'check up'." He said. The minions placed Crash on the chair to strap him. Cortex went over to the lever where Brio is standing.
"Are you sure about this?" Brio asked nervously. "The Vortex isn't-"
"It's ready! I've run some tests! It will make Crash more intelligent!" Cortex says. He pulled the lever. Crash is lifted up to the machine. He continues to struggle, trying to break out the straps. As he reached inside the machine, he feels bolts hitting his entire body. He let out a scream of agony. His heart stopped pounding as bolts run through his body.
Cortex and Brio watched and listened as the machine experiments on the poor bandicoot. But, they heard a voice behind them. Brio turned to see Coco with a shocked expression.
"What're you doing to him?" She asked.
"Coco, what're you doing here?" Brio asked. "Go back to your room, now!" But Coco didn't listen. She rushed over to the controls, wanting to shut down the Vortex, but Cortex grabbed her arm and yank her away from the controls.
"This is for Crash's own good, Coco!" He said.
"You're hurting him!" Coco yelled, hearing her brother's cries in the machine. He sounds like he is in terrible pain. "Get him out of that thing!" The lights started to flicker, and everyone stopped what they are doing. Crash's screams stopped. He was now lowered down. He is out cold. Brio held Coco back while Cortex rushed over to Crash, placing his hand over the chest, feeling a faint heartbeat. Crash's fingers twitch a little.
"Crash? Crash, can you hear me?" Cortex asked, snapping his fingers. Crash groaned a bit. His eyes are still closed.
"D-did it work?" Brio asked. Before Cortex could say something, he hears sounds coming from his computer. A warning light flashed red. Bold red letters flashed on the screen.
"Error?" Cortex wondered. "But, how could that-"
"Cortex, watch out!" Brio screamed. Cortex turned to see Crash was freed from the straps, running after him. Cortex screamed and moved out of the way. Crash turned to him with a look in his eyes. He looks angry.
"Crash, easy now." Cortex says, holding his hands out, defending himself. "Easy..."
"Dr. Cortex, the machine rejected Crash." Brio said, looking up the computer results. "It seems that his brain is immune to mind control!"
"Immune?" Cortex asked in shock. "But, how is that possible?!" Crash rushed over to Coco to get her from the grasp of Brio who backed away nervously. "After him!" Cortex said, pointing at Crash. The minions started to come towards the bandicoots. Crash snarled at them.
"Crash, run!" Coco said, running towards the exit, but blocked by Pinstripe who grabbed her by the ponytail, making her cry out. Crash tried to go after her, but the minions blocked his way. Cortex got his laser gun out, pointing at Crash.
"Come quietly, bandicoot." He demanded. "No one will get hurt." But Crash didn't listen. He ran away from the doctor and the minion scientists. Coco watched her brother running around the lab to get away. But, there is no escape. Crash ran towards the window. He shuts his eyes and crash towards the window. He looked down to see the ocean below.
"Uh-oh." Crash spoke before he fell. Glass falls down with him. Cortex went over to the window to look down to see a splash below. But it's too dark to see Crash in the water. Cortex slammed his fist on the wall by the broken window.
"Curses! He got away! Such an idiot to do a stunt like that!" He growled.
"What do we do now, doctor?" Brio asked. "Without Crash, no one will have a leader of your army." Cortex then formed an evil smile. He turned to Coco who was held by Pinstripe.
"No. But, we do have a female bandicoot here." He said, coming over to Coco who glared at him. "Since Crash is immune to mind control, maybe Coco could be the general."
"No way!" Coco said. "I won't be anybody's evil leader! I will get out of here and find my brother myself!" Cortex chuckled at her.
"I'm afraid that is quite impossible, my dear." He told her, placing his fingers under her chin to look at her green eyes. "You won't be going anywhere."
"But, Dr. Cortex, the Vortex needs to recharge after it rejected Crash. It needs time." Brio said. Cortex sighed a bit. He looked at Coco again.
"Enjoy your last two days of being an innocent little girl. Soon, you will be the general. Crash is now gone." Cortex said. "If you try to escape, my minions and creations will always find you." Coco hears Pinstripe chuckling behind her. He took her back to the room and lock her up while Cortex went over to the broken window. "Run while you can, Crash Bandicoot. If you come back for your dear sister, you won't see her the same way again. But one day, you will be mine."
Coco was thrown to her room, and Pinstripe closes the door and locked her in. Coco got up from the floor. She started to pace around the room. She is hoping that Crash will be okay out there. Since he is very close to her, he will come for her. But, Coco wants to get out of this place herself for her brother's safety. She went over to the window.
"You better be alive, Crash." She said to herself. "If you are, I will get out of here and join you out there. We have to be away from Cortex."
Back with Fluttershy, she heard a crash. She flies to the sound, and sees that the sound was an anthropomorphic roadrunner had crashed into a wall, leaving a perfect hole in his shape. He is now inside a hut on the beach. Next to him is an anthropomorphic sugar glider wearing high tech gauntlets and a hook on his tail. He sighs to the roadrunner. "You could have used the door,, dude. We are trying to lay low."
Fluttershy looked at the two in intrigue. "Oh my, who are you?"
The Sugar Glider and Roadrunner looked surprised at FLuttershy. They immediatley put their guard up, ready to defend themselves, clearly ignorant that they weren't in danger.
Fluttershy put up her hands. "Wait! I'm not here to hurt anyone!"
The Sugar Glider looks at her suspiciously. "Who are you? "
Fluttershy smiled sweetly. "I'm Fluttershy."
The Sugar Glider eased up "I'm Nosedive. "
The roadrunner nodded "Beep Beep! I'm Lil' Beeper."
"You look and sound like a character from one of Pinkie's favorite cartoons." Fluttershy giggled.
Lil Beeper cocked his head."What do you mean?" Fluttershy noticed he was speaking incredibly fast, too. She could hardly keep up with his conversation She smiled. " Something tells me Rainbow Dash and Pinkie would be able to keep up with you."
Nosedive shakes his head."We've been laying low for a while ever since we escaped Castle Cortex. But we can't go the the villagers either. They'll eat us!"
Fluttershy pondered. " Hmm… Then I’ll get the others and see what we can do to help."
Lil Beeper shook his head. "We were created by Dr Cortex. That's all the villagers need to know to condemn us to death. Unless you could get a word if from somebody they trust, they'll never listen to outsiders if they say we're not dangerous."
"It wouldn't hurt to try." Fluttershy says. She then flies off. Nosedive looks to Lil Beeper."We'd better start looking for a new hiding place, just in case. "
Meanwhile, back at the village, the group was rather surprised at what happened to Mikey, Pinkie and Sonata as Tai'ka was outside with said group.
Tai'ka smiled nervously." Sorry about that. I probably should've mentioned how big the feasts can be around here."
Leo nodded. "Likewise. We're sorry our friends got so caught up in the feast. They can be quite enthusiastic."
Mikey, Pinkie and Sonata looked like they each weighed about 1,000 pounds.
Mikey: "*Urp!* "Dude, what a meal."
Pinkie: "*Burp!* Yeah, I'm definitely full."
Sonata: "*Belch!* Reminds me of a friend me and my sisters know."
Fluttershy had made her way back to the camp. "Guys, we need to speak in private."
Shinigami paused. "Hmm?"
Mikey, Pinkie and Sonata stood up like totally healthy beings, despite their current form.
Fluttershy whispered to them."And it's best if the villagers don't get involved. "
Leo nodded. " Well, if you're sure."
Mikey spoke up. " Whoa, dudes. Check this out!" He Withdraws into his shell, with it becoming a giant shelled orb. " I'm a shell boulder!" Everyone laughs at that.
Fluttershy leads them to Nosedive and Lil Beeper's but, where they can be seen getting their things together to leave.
Casey tilts his head. " Uh, dudes? Why are you leaving?"
Nosedive shook his head."We need a new hiding place. If the villagers find out where we are, they'll cook us and eat us. They hate anything to do with Cortex. And they won't listen to you if you support us since you're outsiders."
Raph Cracks his knuckles. "Then we’ll get ‘em to listen."
Applejack Facepalms at his attitude. "That’s only gonna make things worse, Raph. Yer as stubborn as a mule."
Nosedive nodded. "If you want them to listen, you'll need the words of someone they trust."
Meanwhile, on the same island....
Sounds of waves are ringing in his ears. Seagulls can be heard around him. He felt the beaks poking his body, picking on his fur. Crash groaned and opened his eyes, making the seagulls fly away from him. Crash rolled on his back, holding his head with one hand, blocking the bright sun with the other, sitting up. He can see the ocean in front of him. He touches the sand with his hand, feeling the warmth and softness of it. He began to stand up, shaking the sand off of his fur, looking around himself to see he is no longer in Cortex's castle. He is on a different island. Behind him is a jungle. But he looked ahead of the ocean to see the island with a castle. That's Cortex's castle. He just remembered something. Coco is still out there. Crash must get her out of there, but...how? Crash couldn't swim all the way to get to the castle. After jumping out the window last night, he couldn't swim. He blacked out when the ocean took him away to a different island.
"Mmm." Crash mumbled. He is scratching his head in wonder. He had to get to that island to get his little sister out of there. He turned to face the jungle. Is this the island that Coco she dreamed about? Crash took a deep breath, and head in the jungle. He passed by a few crabs that are picking up scraps. And Crash noticed a few pieces of temple are laying around. He touched the stone and sniffed it. But he is not interested in it and kept walking through the quiet jungle. He hears birds chirping in the trees, and wildlife around him. He learns about some animals from Coco's books she read him, and about nature. Now Crash is experiencing it. If only Coco is here with him, she would love this.
He stopped to see temple stairs that lead up the rest of the island. He walked up the stairs. As he reached the top, he turned back to see the view of the beach and the ocean. He smiled at the beautiful sight.
"Whoa..." He said. This island is wonderful. It would make a good home for Crash and Coco one day. Then, his stomach started to growl. He touched his stomach, feeling it vibrate. He needs to find something to eat. He walked off to the jungle to find food for him to move on. He started to sniff the air. He hears a bird flying by him to get to the ground and uses its beak to dig the ground and got a worm. The bird flew away with a worm in its mouth. Crash raises a brow after he watched. He kneels down and dig for worms. He picked one from the dirt and put it in his mouth, but he spit it out in disgust. "Ack!" He spits out the dirt and wiped his mouth and walked away from the spot. Worms aren't a good meal. Crash must find something else.
After ten minutes of walking, Crash found a tree that is filled with fruit. He smiled at the sight of them. He remembered what they are called. Wumpa Fruit. Crash started to climb on the tree and started to reach for the fruit. But the tree branch started to snap, making the bandicoot fall to the grass. The fruits fell from the tree. Crash grabbed the Wumpa Fruit and took a big bite out of it.
"Mmm!" Crash moaned happily. The fruit is unbelievably delicious. The juice is falling from his mouth, but he licked it up with his tongue. He is in heaven now. As he was eating, two monkeys are on the tree, watching him. They see the fruit next to the bandicoot. They jumped down and took the fruit from him. Crash turned to see the monkeys stealing his food. He let out a cry of anger and started to chase after the monkeys through the jungle. The monkeys screeched as they hop tree to tree, holding the Wumpa Fruits. Crash continued to chase them to get his food back. But the monkeys are too fast for him, they climbed the trees to lose him. Crash is panting from running. Then, something caught his eye. There is a temple ruin ahead of him. The entrance is covered by vines. Crash doesn't know why, but something tells him to go inside. So Crash pulled the vines out of the way and went inside the old temple.
The torches by the bandicoot started to light, catching him by surprise. Crash took one of the wall and head down the dark temple. There are cobwebs everywhere, bugs scurrying here and there. Crash uses the torch to see the ground. There are old broken objects around. Is someone living here? Crash kept walking with a torch in one hand. Once he took a step, a brick lowered. Crash looked up to see arrows shooting from the walls, making him run across in panic. There are traps here. Crash let out a sigh of relief, seeing he is not shot by a arrow. He turned and there is something inside a dim room, and there is an object sitting on the stone. Crash came close to it and sees it's an ancient mask. It's brown with eyebrows, a nose, a mouth, and hollow eyes, and colorful feathers on top, and a green goatee below.
"Hmm." Crash wondered, studying the mask. He uses his free hand to grab the mask off of the stone. But, the temple started to shake. Crash triggered a trap. He whimpered and ran for his life. The place starts to crumble. Crash threw the torch down, and held the mask close to him and ran out of the old temple. He rolled on the grass and see the temple still standing, but the doorway has dust coming out of it. The inside is crumbling. "Whew!" Crash sighed, wiping his forehead. He looked down at the ancient mask with both hands. He turned it around to see the back, and place it over his face. Nothing. Crash scratched his head. Suddenly, he hears hissing sounds behind him. He turned, and there is a snake. It's black, and it has a red belly. Crash doesn't know if it's friendly or not. As he reached for it, the snake hissed louder and almost bit Crash's hand. The bandicoot jumped back in fright. The snake slithered towards him, getting ready to strike him. Crash started to whimper, backing away slowly.
Suddenly, the ancient mask started to glow. It flew up and went over Crash's face, and his body started to glow. The music was heard. Sounds of drums and a chant coming out of nowhere. Then, the bandicoot started to spin attack the snake, sending it away. The mask floats off of Crash's face and turned to him. Crash looked up at the ancient mask in awe. It's alive. And it's eyes are no longer hollow, they are gold.
"Are you alright, young one?" The mask asked. The voice is definitely male. Sounds gentle. Crash nodded at him, still in awe. "Good. I awaken just in time to save you from a venom snake. Be careful next time. This island may be peaceful, but it can be filled with danger." The mask said. "Now, I must ask. What is your name? You are the one who has awaken me."
CRash had no idea how to respond since h cnat talk. But he had a feeling his life was about to change Big Time.
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Unknowfairy
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562938
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Pinkie Pie,Rainbow Dash,Twilight Sparkle,Comedy,Romance,Slice of Life,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
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Book Romance
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Twilight Sparkle and Rainbow Dash are crush on each other, and Pinkie Pie wants to help them get together.
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<p>Rainbow Dash reads The Daring Do books with Twilight when the two spend time together at her house. but turns out that reading becomes something else when only reading and Pinkie Pie knows so well.</p><p>(Pic is not mine.)</p>
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everyone
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2024-08-05T22:38:25+00:00
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2024-08-08T17:13:22+00:00
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It's a beautiful morning in Ponyville and Sugar Cube Corner. But not for Pinkie Pie, she's sighing deeply and has been deeply in her thoughts about Twilight and Rainbow having feelings for each other. ''This is not fair! Why do Twilight and Rainbow not just tell each other what they truly feel for each other? Ugh!'' Pinkie Pie says it loudly, but not so loud that all the ponies in Ponyville hear it. She sighs again and looks out the window with a bored face, but then, she sees Rainbow Dash flying to Twilight's house, and she gets an idea of how to get them together. Pinkie Pie immediately smiles, and when she gets something from her bedroom, she finds what she is looking for. ''Yes! I'll find it! And now I'm making my way to them, He-he!'' Pinkie Pie giggles and goes to Twilight's house like a ninja.
In a while, Twilight Sparkle is reading books as she always does, and Spike helps Rarity with designer stuff in the Carousel Boutique. Twilight thinks about her long-time crush with a rainbow mane, blue skin, moderate cerise eyes, and a Pegasus, she is the one and only, Rainbow Dash. Twilight continues reading the book, but she's still thinking of Rainbow Dash. In the afternoon, Rainbow Dash flies in the sky with super speed and makes tricks in the air. She's thinking about her friend, Twilight Sparkle, whom she has had a crush on for a long time, and soon she flies to her house to hang out with her, so she knocks on her door. Twilight hears it knocking and opens it, and she sees the one and only Rainbow Dash. She has started blushing a little bit. ''Oh, hi, Rainbow, what's up?'' Twilight Sparkle asks With a smile on her lips and a blush on her cheek.
''Hi, Twilight! Nothing much, l just thought we could hang out?''
''S-Sure, that sounds fun, Rainbow,''
''Great! l-I mean cool, whatever.''
''He-he! So, what do you want to do?''
Twilight asks, and Rainbow Dash thinks in her thoughts, and then she gets an idea.
''l just thought that if we could read Daring Do books together?'' Rainbow Dash asks with a tough voice, and Twilight, looking at her, smiles and nods.
''Sure, which one?'' Twilight asks curiously and Rainbow Dash thinks for a moment, then she knows.
''Well, Daring Do and the Marked Thief Of Marapore, what does that sound, Twily?'' Rainbow Dash asks and Twilight blushes as she says her nickname but nods.
''Uhm... I think it sounds great Dashie,'' Twilight says with a smile and she has a blush on her cheek.
''Awesome! I mean cool.'' Rainbow Dash says with a tough voice and Twilight giggles a bit.
Soon they started reading Daring Do books together, and Twilight is staring at Rainbow Dash with a happy smile as she enjoyed spending time with her. As Rainbow noticed Twilight looking at her with a smile, she started blushing, but with a smile too, while Twilight also blushed, and turned away. Rainbow Dash is confused now and tries to say something, but she is cut off by romantic music, and now both of them are staring at each other confusedly.
''Twilight?''
''Y-Yes''
''Do you put romantic music on?'' Rainbow Dash asks with concern, but she tries to be tough.
''No, I didn't. You have to, believe me, Rainbow Dash!'' Twilight says, panicking, and Rainbow Dash giggles a bit.
''Hey! Calm down, Twily. I believe you, but if not you, then who?'' Rainbow Dash asked confusedly.
''I don't know Dashie, but do you feel like, uncomfortable or not?'' Twilight asks with a blush on her cheek, and Rainbow Dash blushes, being nervous and trying to be cool.
''Well, Uhm, just forget about it, and let's read Daring Do books together.'' Rainbow Dash says with a tough voice, and Twilight becomes sad but tries to hide it.
''O-Okay, Dashie.'' Twilight sighs with disappointment.
As they read the Daring Do books again, Rainbow Dash placed one of her wings on Twilight's back, causing Twilight to blush, and she kissed her on the cheek, Rainbow blushed and looked at her, and their eyes met, and both leaning in, and their lips touched. They blush but soon kiss each other. Twilight and Rainbow Dash kiss passionately, but soon they stop and smile.
"I love you, Twily."
"I love you too, Dashie."
Both blush, and they kiss again, but they don't know that someone is watching, recording with the camera, and capturing all the action.
''Aww! You two are so cute together, and it is all in the camera!'' Pinkie Pie came somewhere, and Rainbow Dash and Twilight started blushing deeply.
''Pinkie!!!'' Rainbow Dash and Twilight yell at the same time.
"Twilight Sparkle and Rainbow Dash sitting under a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G, first love, then marriage, then a baby in a carriage." Pinkie Pie sings the song, and Rainbow and Twilight blush deeply.
''PINKIE PIE! I'm going to kill you if you tell other friends about this, and give that camera!'' When Rainbow Dash says that, Pinkie Pie smiles, and runs away, Rainbow flies after her and leaves Twilight alone. She is confused but smiles because she has Rainbow Dash now.
In one hour, Twilight Sparkle reads Daring Do books herself and soon notices Rainbow Dash.
''Hi, Rainbow, you back.''
''Yeah, but I do not get the camera back from Pinkie Pie, and she tells anypony about this. Rainbow Dash says this with embarrassment and a blush on her cheek. Twilight giggles a bit, and Rainbow smiles with a giggling.
''So, Twilight, where are we?'' Rainbow Dash asks with a smirk on her lips and Twilight blushes.
''W-well, we left off when Daring D-''
She kisses Twilight deeply, and Twilight melts into a kiss with Rainbow Dash. Rainbow smirks, she kisses more, Twilight puts its hoofs around her neck, Rainbow Dash puts its hoofs around her waist. And both kissing more, passionately and both feeling love. And both stop, smile, and start reading books together again, Rainbow has a wing on Twilight's back and both are so happy.
''I'll love you, Dashie,''
''He-he, I love you too, Twily,''
After their last kiss, they both read books, and both are very happy now that they have each other. Pinkie Pie watches from the window, smiles, and walks back to Sugar Cube Corner.
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CrimsonWolf360
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562942
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Anon,Princess Cadance,Shining Armor,Human,Comedy,Porn,Romance,My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic,Fetish,Sex
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Salt: Shining Love Salts
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After detecting a sudden and massive spike of love in Ponyville, Princess Cadence and her husband, Shining Armor head into town to see exactly what is going on. They find the source quickly enough...
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<p>After detecting a sudden and massive spike of love in Ponyville, Princess Cadence and her husband, Shining Armor head into town to see exactly what is going on. They find the source quickly enough... now there's only two questions on either of their minds: Is this weird ape thing good enough for Twilight? And why does he smell so damn <i>good</i>? Only one way to find out!</p><p>Contains: <span class="spoiler">threesome, mxmxf, gay blowjob, cum-swapping(mxf), open marriage, multiple orgasms, throatfucking, large amounts of cum, pheremone-induced horniness, crotch-sniffing, musk, and probably some others I'm forgetting.</span></p><p>Proofread and edited by <a href="/user/446033/Pillowfight" rel="nofollow">Pillowfight</a></p><p>Art by: t72b</p><p>If you'd like to vote on the next character/characters for Anon to ruin, please put your comment down below!</p><p>If you'd like to support me on Patreon and directly vote on the next character, please consider supporting me on Patreon: <a href="https://patreon.com/user?u=4398966" rel="nofollow"><a href="https://patreon.com/user?u=4398966" rel="nofollow">https://patreon.com/user?u=4398966</a></a></p><p>Please consider joining my Discord if you'd like to hang out, watch me stream art, or play video games:<br/><a href="https://discord.gg/fAWUPh8xfD" rel="nofollow"><a href="https://discord.gg/fAWUPh8xfD" rel="nofollow">https://discord.gg/fAWUPh8xfD</a></a></p>
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mature
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2024-08-18T15:28:42+00:00
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2024-08-18T15:28:42+00:00
| 2,315 |
"-I swear, I'm feeling it again. I know I'm not crazy." Cadence protested, her luscious pink wing flaring open to gesture in the direction of Equestria.
"I believe you, honey. I never said I didn't. My question is 'where' in Equestria are you feeling it? A spike of love that's got you this bent out of shape has literally never happened before so I don't exactly know if it's a good thing or a bad thing." Shining Armor replied, placatingly.
Cadence sat on her haunches on the balcony, her eyes glued to the horizon as the moon slowly made its ascent overhead. The brilliant night time auras of the Crystal Empire were starting to take shape in the twilight hour, filling the skyline with pinks, greens, reds, and blues. Truly, it was a sight to behold; one that rivaled even the hoofwork of the princess of the night whose backdrop they appeared before. Still, Cadence couldn't be bothered to spare a glance to the normally breathtaking view.
Instead, her eyes were narrowed to thin slits as she rolled her tongue in her mouth, struggling to place the feeling she felt in her chest.
"Um, Princess Cadence? Prince Shining Armor? I just put Flurry Heart to bed, so I'll be turning in for the night. You two staying out here much longer?" Sunburst asked, the crystaller stallion peering in from the doorway, his blazing orange coat standing in stark contrast to the blues and purples of the crystals around him.
"Thank you, Sunburst. We should be coming back in just a few minutes. You have a good night." Shining replied, giving a friendly nod to the stallion.
"Will do. You two have a good rest of your night." Sunburst replied, shooting Shining a quick wink before turning tail and heading away, a little more sway in his hips than was necessary.
Shining playfully rolled his eyes once Sunburst was out of view and turned back to his wife, finding that her gaze hadn't moved an inch.
"You're really focused on this. Hun, you should get some rest. There's a lot to do tomorrow-" Shining began, only to jump as Cadence suddenly cut him off.
"I've got it! We're going to Ponyville, first thing tomorrow morning!" Cadence cried, thrusting her hoof in the direction of the quaint little town hundreds of miles away.
"W-what? Ponyville? That's where you're getting this feeling from?" Shining questioned, dumbstruck.
Cadence quickly turned on him, dashing over to his side and sweeping him up into a tight hug, "Honey! Don't you know what this means?!" She squee'd.
"Uh... that we'll have to cancel all our plans to see the castle interior decorator's new dining plates?" Shining asked, hopefully.
"No! Of course not! We are absolutely picking out a new set," Cadence firmly decreed, shaking her head for a moment before grabbing Shining's head with her hooves and practically shoving her eyeballs against his, "Shiny, this means that whatever is going on is in Ponyville!" She exclaimed.
"Alright... and?" Shining replied, hesitantly.
"You're really dense sometimes, you know that, dear," Cadence deadpanned.
"And you love me all the more for it. Who else can stand there, listening to nobles complain about mundane tasks and just completely tune them out? Not you, that's for sure," Shining snarkily replied.
Cadence sighed, "Touché. Regardless, are you maybe sort of kind of forgetting that you happen to have a sister who lives in Ponyville!? A sister who I used to foalsit and and am now legally sister-in-laws with!?" She exclaimed, regaining much of her earlier gusto.
As if a lightswitch had been turned on in his head, Shining's eyes widened in excitement, "Twily! Oh my Celestia, you're right! If this really is localized in Ponyville, then maybe she finally found a special somepony!" He cheered, breaking free from his wife's grasp to practically prance in place.
Cadence watched him for a few moments until he realized what he was doing and quickly halted his excitement with an awkward cough.
"Did I ever tell you how adorable you are? 'Cause you're the cutest, babe." She smiled, trotting over to him and placing a loving kiss on his muzzle.
"Yeah, yeah... so we're heading over to see Twily then?" Shining asked, hopefully.
"There's no guarantee that it's Twilight that's the source of all that love... but given her track record, I think that the odds are in our favor. Do you think Sunburst would mind foalsitting Flurry for a few days?" Cadence asked, turning to head indoors.
Shining, quickly following after her, shook his head, "Nah, he loves foalsitting her. She 'keeps him on his hooves', as he put it."
The couple shared a chuckle, "That she does. Now, let's get some rest, dear. We've got a long day ahead of us tomorrow."
"Should we send Twily a letter, letting her know we're coming?" Shining questioned, as he made his way over to their lavish bed.
"Now why would we want to ruin the surprise?" Cadence smirked, prompting a chuckle from her husband as she blew out the lantern illuminating the room.
The Following Day
Anon stretched his arms as he yawned in the early morning light. His joints popped several times, prompting a sigh of relaxation to leave his lungs as his arms slowly fell down onto two of the fuzzy pillows snuggled against him. As his eyes adjusted to the light spilling into Twilight's bedroom through her large crystal window, he found himself covered in a number of different colors.
Twilight was laid beside him, her head resting peacefully on his chest, while Rainbow snuggled on his other side, her rainbow mane spilling over and mixing with Twilight's hair. Down between his legs, Rarity and AppleJack were cuddling together, both using each of his thighs as pillows to lean against as they hugged each other. Roseluck and Derpy were on the outside of his legs, both mares holding onto him as they nuzzled their heads against his hips in their sleep. Last, and certainly not least, Princess Luna's ethereal mane drifted overhead, prompting him to glance upward at his own fuzzy, midnight blue pillow as she finally cut off the spell she'd been maintaining all night and let out a tired yawn.
Seeing his attention was needed, Anon reached up with his free hand and scritched at Luna's cheek, earning an affectionate nuzzle and coo of happiness from the midnight mare.
"Good morning *yawn* Anon... did you sleep well?" Luna asked through yet another yawn.
Anon chuckled and reached further upward, gently caressing and rubbing Luna's ear between his index finger and thumb, "When I'm buried in mares like all of you? Always." He grinned.
"Mmhmm they say that sleeping with your partners is the best way to ensure a good night of restful slumber," Luna replied, tilting her head to grant Anon better access to her ear.
"I do recall reading that in several books about restful sleep," Twilight chimed in, stretching slightly before nuzzling her cheek against Anon's throat.
"Ah, when did you wake up?" Anon teased, kissing the top of her head.
"A few minutes ago. Just wanted to enjoy a few more minutes of this before I have to get up for the day." Twilight bemoaned, squeezing Anon tighter.
"Hey... you're hogging all of Anon's chest, Twi." Rainbow grumbled, her eyes blearily opening as her pillow was snuggled away from her by the lavender alicorn.
"You were hoggin' 'im for a good enough chunk a' the night, Dash. I think you can let Twilight get one good hug in, don'tcha think?" AppleJack spoke up, lifting her head from Anon's thigh.
The continued conversation quickly roused the rest of the ponies snuggled up against Anon, prompting several more yawns and adorable stretches from little ponies just waking up in the early morning.
"I should probably get going. I need to make my rounds and I do not wanna be late again." Derpy acknowledged, getting to her hooves.
"As do I. I have an entire litany of dresses to make today for Fancy Pants' soiree next weekend. Fleur is going to look extravagant." Rarity added.
"Same. Lily and Daisy are gonna know something's up when they smell you on me for the third morning in a row. There's no way I can make it back in time for a shower before they wake up to run the stall." Roseluck bit her lip, shyly rubbing her foreleg with her hoof.
"If you'd like, I could teleport you over to your house? Might be fast enough to beat your sisters downstairs that way." Twilight offered.
"Ya sure didn't seem so concerned about yer' sisters smelling 'im on you last night, Rose." AppleJack teased, a wolfish grin splitting on her muzzle.
Roseluck blushed, "I... that was..." she sighed, "... fair point."
"Ah, don't be so shy about it, Rose! Anon's the best. Your sisters are gonna want in within ten minutes of actually getting to know him." Rainbow offered, before laying back down on Anon's chest, hogging him from Twilight.
Partially due to the conversation at hand, and partially due to the pouting alicorn to his left, Anon chuckled, "I never thought I'd be such a hot commodity around here. Is there even like... a limit to how many ponies a guy can have in his herd?"
"Well, Rose and Derpy aren't official. They both said they wanna just feel it out before they commit a hundred percent." AppleJack reminded him.
"A shame, really. You'd both make excellent herd-mates." Rarity offered, politely.
"True, true. Speaking of, aren't you both... ya'know... running late?" Anon asked, snickering at the look of panic that quickly wormed its way onto both mares' faces.
"Oh horseapples! You're right! I gotta go. See you all tomorrow!" Derpy exclaimed, darting out of the bed and opening the window to head outside.
As Anon watched the ditzy and extremely cute mailmare go, he caught one last glance at her shapely and still leaking ass. A sense of pride welled in his chest as he saw the white dribble away from her as she flew, but his attention was quickly pulled to Rose as she practically bounced in place. The poor mare was always just a bundle of nerves wherever she went, it seemed.
"Oh, Princess Twilight, please teleport me to my house! At this rate I'm going to be late for opening the stall!" Roseluck exclaimed.
"Rose, we've already established this. You don't have to call me 'princess'," Twilight rolled her eyes with an amused snicker, "-say 'hi' to Lily and Daisy for me."
With that, Twilight's horn illuminated in a bright purple light, before flashing a brilliant white and teleporting Roseluck away with a *poof*.
"I suppose I should head out as well. Thank you all for such a wonderful last few nights. I can't wait for the next evening we all share." Rarity announced, standing up to her full height on the mattress.
Much like Derpy, Rarity's marehood was still dripping with white from the previous night, a fact that both aroused Anon, and filled him with a profound sense of pride.
With a few more quick goodbyes, Rarity hopped off of the bed and departed, leaving the herd to snuggle for a few more minutes as Twilight got to her hooves to get ready for the day. The sound of running water filled the air as she showered, quickly ending after just ten minutes. As she exited the bathroom, her coat still dripping wet, she snorted in amusement at the sight of Luna curled around Anon, her muzzle buried into his neck and her barrel softly rising and falling with each steady breath. Rainbow and AppleJack, meanwhile, had gotten to their hooves and were both stretching.
"You girls heading out?" Twilight inquired.
Rainbow and AppleJack both nodded, "Yeah, I gotta Wonderbolts practice today so I need to get going." Rainbow replied.
"Harvest starts tomorrow, so ya'll won't be seein' much a' me the next few days. That said, I do expect to make up for lost time when I can come by again." AppleJack answered, closing the distance and deeply kissing Twilight.
After sloppily returning the kiss, Twilight smiled and bid her herdmates goodbye as they both left, leaving just her, Anon, and Luna. She trotted over to the bed, hopping up beside Anon and fixing him with an amused smirk.
"Are you planning on using Luna as a pillow all morning, Nonny?" she teased.
Anon shrugged. "Well... is it my fault she's so warm and fuzzy?"
Twilight giggled into her hoof, "I suppose not. Though, Celestia is probably expecting her back in Canterlot soon. I still can't believe she hasn't told her about the herd." She acknowledged, nodding toward Luna.
Anon shrugged once more, "Eh, she probably doesn't want to make her sister jealous or worried about her or something. From what I've heard, Celestia is a bit like you in that way." He snorted in amusement, reaching over and scritching Twilight's cheek.
Though she leaned into the touch, Twilight soon shook her head and pulled away, "Well, we'd better get her back to the castle then. Celestia is going to start teleporting all over Equestria if she can't find her within the next hour and the last thing Luna needs is for her sister to find out about all of us like this." She reasoned, gesturing to the dried and sticky spots all over Luna's fur.
Anon nodded in agreement, "Alright. Time to get up, Lulu." He replied, sitting upright with a groan.
"I can teleport her to Canterlot. It's my first stop for the day anyway so it's not even out of the way for me." Twilight offered.
"Think you can keep from waking her up during that trip?" Anon inquired, gently brushing his fingers through Luna's soft cheek fur as she slept.
"I think I can manage that. Now, you go and shower, Anon. At this rate, you'll have the rest of Ponyville breaking the door down to get a piece of you, with how much of your scent you're putting off." Twilight teased, her horn igniting in lavender light once more.
Anon held his hands up in mock surrender, "As you wish, my Princess."
Twilight playfully rolled her eyes as Anon got off the bed. With no more obstacles in the way, her horn glowed brighter and brighter, before teleporting both her and Luna away with a *poof*.
With his entire herd gone for the day, Anon headed over to the bathroom and showered. Much like Twilight, it took him only ten minutes to get completely clean and presentable for the day. After drying off and walking back into the bedroom, he opened the drawer Twilight had practically stuffed with his clothing the previous day and dressed himself. He slipped into a simple T-shirt and shorts before scooping up his sweaty and dirty clothing from the day before. He moved to the door, grabbing the handle just as a sapphire aura wrapped around it.
"-thank you, Spike, but I know where Twilight's room i-" Cadence was cut off mid sentence, as she opened the door and walked straight into Anon, knocking all of his sweaty and pheromone-rich clothes all over herself.
"Oh shit!" Anon exclaimed, stumbling back from the impact.
"Hun? You okay?" Shining Armor inquired, walking over to his wife's side.
Cadence quickly levitated the clothing off of her body, though the piece of underwear resting precariously on her muzzle was the last piece to go. Her nostrils flared repeatedly as she slowly set the underwear down on the floor beside her.
"U-uh, sorry about that. Are you okay?" Anon asked, crouching down to the height of the pink alicorn before him.
"Y-yeah... I'm fine. Are you Anon?" Cadence questioned, slowly glancing up to Anon, then back to his underwear, then back to him again.
"Uh, yeah. You must be Princess Cadence and Prince Shining Armor! Oh, right, my bad!" Anon hastily replied, before bowing to the royalty before him.
"Oh please, don't. Spike tells us you've basically moved in here, and any friend of Twilight's is a friend of ours. Just call us Cadence and Shining." Shining responded, dismissively waving a hoof.
"Y-yeah... a friend..." Cadence murmured, her pupils dilating slightly.
"Something smells amazing in there. You guys cooking up eggs or something?" Shining joked as Anon stood back upright.
Anon sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck, "Uh, hehe... not exactly. I just woke up, actually. If you don't mind me asking, what are you two doing here so early? Twilight just left and she didn't say anything about you guys coming by." He replied.
"She just left? Honey, I told you we should've sent a letter." Shining sighed.
"No, no... I think this is fine. I think... we actually need to speak with you, Anon." Cadence responded, nodding as she stepped forward.
Even if Anon wanted to stop her, there was no halting the advance of the love alicorn as she trotted into Twilight's room. Shining Armor quickly followed in after her, a confused look on his muzzle. Once they were both inside, Anon glanced over to Spike, finding the small purple dragon shrugging at him. He returned the shrug before closing the door and returning his attention to the pair of royals now walking around his herdmate's room as if they were searching for something.
"So... what did you guys need to talk to me about?" Anon inquired, quite curiously.
Rather than verbally reply, Cadence closed her eyes and pointed her head skyward. Her nostrils flared over and over as she sniffed the air, prompting a concerned look from Anon. Being well aware of his particular 'gift', he knew exactly what was happening, though the prospect of the mare before him not only being married, but her husband being not even five feet away from him, was cause for great concern.
"Um... Cadence, you probably shouldn't do that-" Anon began only to freeze as Cadence suddenly turned and stared directly at him, her eyes still closed and her nostrils flaring even more.
She started walking toward him, each step purposeful and intimidating as the distance between them was closed in record time. Before he knew it, Anon was out of room and pressed quite literally against the wall. Still, Cadence pressed closer like a bloodhound, honing in on his scent until her muzzle was just a few precious inches away from his groin. Frantically glancing over at Shining Armor, Anon was taken completely aback as the stallion's attention seemed focused on the décor of the room and the view outside.
Suddenly, Cadence stopped sniffing him and opened her eyes, "I knew it! It's him! He's the reason for the spike of love I felt!" She exclaimed, startling both Anon and Shining.
"Really? Are you sure, hun?" Shining asked, trotting over to her side.
"Uh-" Anon began to speak, only to halt as Cadence picked up his sweaty underwear with her magic and literally shove it over Shining's muzzle.
With both nostrils and his mouth completely covered by the fabric, Shining had no choice but to inhale a heaping of Anon's salty pheromones, causing his eyes to nearly dilate on the spot.
"Smell that? Now smell it from the source." Cadence ordered, using her magic to rip the clothing off of Shining's face and then shove his head straight into Anon's crotch.
"Jesus!" Anon exclaimed, grabbing and trying to remove Shining's face from his crotch.
Unfortunately for both males in the predicament, Cadence's magic was simply stronger than either of their muscles, forcing them to struggle against her until she decided her poor husband had had enough. Finally, she released his head, allowing him to throw his head back and gasp for desperately needed air while Anon stepped away, the feeling of Shining's muzzle pressed firmly against his shaft and balls leaving him both terrified and slightly aroused.
"What in the ass was that about?" Anon questioned, trying desperately to hide his growing erection while his face turned cherry red.
"Well? What did you think, hun?" Cadence asked, completely ignoring Anon and looking to her husband.
Said husband was still struggling to catch his breath, though one thing Anon did notice right away was the slowly emerging endowment of Shining's fifth leg from its sheath. He quickly looked away, opting to look up at Shining's face instead. There he saw that the stallion's icy blue eyes were noticeably dilated, and staring off into space as if he was on a different planet entirely.
"Y-yeah.... Holy Buck..." Shining muttered, finally managing to say something.
Cadence giggled, "I thought you'd like that. Now, why don't we address the elephant in the room-" She tittered, turning back to Anon with a suddenly predatory smile forming on her muzzle.
"Uh... what... is happening right now?" Anon questioned, finding himself backed into a corner once more as Cadence slowly approached him.
"What's happening is that I detected a spike of love in this area, the likes of which I've never seen before. A spike of love that just so happens to have radiated from this room last night... this room that absolutely reeks of sex. What in Equestria is that amazing, delicious, salty scent that is just oozing out of you!?" Cadence exclaimed, slamming both of her hooves against the door on either side of Anon's shoulders.
Anon nervously gulped, "I-" He began, only for Cadence to just continue.
"And don't even get me started on your clothes! Even if you haven't worn those since yesterday, they're positively bathed in your sexy scent!" She cried.
"I... sexy?" Anon parroted, blinking owlishly.
"You could say that again," Shining muttered, holding Anon's t-shirt over his muzzle while he huffed the scent like a drug addict huffing paint.
"Shining, manners," Cadence deadpanned, before turning back to Anon, "Now talk! You've been bucking Twilight silly, haven't you!" She accused him.
"I, uh... I mean... yes?" Anon weakly replied, his mind struggling to comprehend the interrogation he was receiving.
"I knew it!" Cadence cheered, her wings spreading wide as she leapt into the air, "You know what that means, Shiny!" She called, fluttering back over to the bed.
"Oh hay yeah!" Shining cheered, tossing Anon's shirt over his wither and trotting after his wife.
"W-what does that mean?" Anon questioned, half parts fear and genuine curiosity in his voice.
"It means that since you're with my dear sister-in-law now, we have to make sure you can make her happy in the bedroom. I am the Princess of Love after all, so it's my duty to ensure all of my loved ones are well laid by their partners." Cadence explained, humbly holding a hoof to her chest.
Anon's eye twitched, "I... feel like I must have misunderstood something there. Are... are you asking to have sex with me?" He questioned, stepping toward the couple.
"Does a bug-bear poop in the woods?" Shining smirked.
Anon did a double take, "B-but, you're married! I mean... and Twilight is your literal sister!" He exclaimed, gesturing to Shining, "How would she take this? I don't-" He began, but paused as Cadence held up a hoof to silence him.
"Anon, honey," Cadence purred, her silky voice sending a wave of goosebumps rushing up and down Anon's entire body, "I promise you, Twilight will be okay with it. As for us, well... let's just say that we're used to sharing our bed with one or more creatures that aren't exactly a part of our marriage, if you catch my meaning." She explained, her magic wrapping around Anon's waist and dragging him over to the side of the bed.
"I... wait, really?" Anon questioned, tilting his head to the side and dropping his paltry resistance.
"Like I said, I'm the Princess of Love. Shining here is also quite adventurous, aren't you, dear?" Cadence asked, her horn flashing once more and simply teleporting Anon's clothes away.
Shining's eyes simply lit up upon seeing Anon's cock spring forth from its cloth prison, his glans bobbing up and down in front of him as the human attached to it jumped from the shock.
"Oh, I need to taste him." Shining murmured, leaning forward.
Too stunned to speak, let alone pull away, Anon simply watched as a stallion, whom he'd previously thought straight as an arrow, closed in on his cock like any one of the mares he'd been with the past few weeks. The electric thrill and the sense of naughtiness he felt from watching a stallion of all things, open his mouth to accommodate his girth was addicting, it was with more willingness and gusto that he was prepared to admit he had, that Anon thrust forward and met Shining Armor half way.
"Oh! I think he's warming up to the idea quite nicely." Cadence chuckled as Anon's cock slid into Shining's open maw.
Anon wasn't quite sure what he was expecting. The warm, moist, velveteen maw of a stallion should be just as enticing and feel just as amazing as the mouth of a mare, yet there was one thing about stallions that he hadn't considered: their muzzles. While every mare he'd been with had absolutely no problems sucking cock, their muzzles were notably shorter than Shining's. What that meant, was that the stallion could comfortably accommodate his entire length in his maw, allowing him to apply not just suction, but to roll his tongue all over Anon's cock, not just the base.
And what a tongue he had. Instantly, upon hilting Anon's cock in his mouth, Shining went to work, lavishing the entirety of his shaft as if it were his last meal. The sublime texture of the soft equine tongue rubbed all over the sensitive underside of Anon's glans, sending wave after wave of pleasure shooting up his spine. So taken aback with pleasure was he, that Anon could only grab to handfuls of the stallion's mane and hold on for dear life as his soul was sucked out through his cock.
"H-holy... shit..." Anon groaned, nearly stumbling back as Shining sucked him off with gusto.
Not to be left out of the experience, Cadence quickly levitated a chair over behind Anon, allowing him to stumble back into the seat without falling onto his rump, and more importantly, without dislodging his shaft from Shining's mouth. As Anon took his seat, the Princess of Love reared up on her hind legs beside him and grabbed his head with her hooves. Before he could even process what was happening, Anon's senses were assaulted by yet another soft, moist sensation pressed against his lips.
The kiss was full of lust and passion, leaving Anon no room to even consider fighting back as he all but welcomed Cadence into his mouth with an open invitation. Her tongue darted in, tracing all over his teeth before rolling over his own tongue. Her hooves gently pawed at his body, rubbing his chest and shoulder as her wings flared out in excitement.
The stimulation was simply too much, too good, and too taboo for Anon's poor human mind to handle. He felt himself teetering toward the edge of release remarkably fast. Whether that was because of the fact that Shining's bright blue eyes looked up to him with the most depraved, lewd look about them he'd ever seen, or the fact that his head game was simply in another league entirely, he couldn't say, but between that and Cadence completely pummeling him with pleasure in every other sense he had, it was only a matter of minutes before he felt the tightness in his groin growing to levels he couldn't contain.
Anon tried to break free, to say something to warn Shining that he was about to bust straight into his mouth, but the instant he tried to pull away from Cadence, she firmly pushed back against him, pressing him into the chair so tightly that he couldn't move. Restrained, turned on beyond all belief, and quickly losing himself to the amorous assault of the married couple pleasuring him, Anon could do nothing but groan as he was pushed over the edge.
The first spurt of his load shot to the back of Shining's throat, making the stallion pause his bobbing to instead suckle on the shaft pumping his mouth full of cum. He moaned around his mouthful, his eyes rolling back in his head as Anon filled his mouth with his salty seed.
"Oh! Is he cumming!?" Cadence exclaimed, breaking the kiss with Anon to glance down at her husband.
Shining grunted the affirmative, prompting Cadence to drop down to his side. Almost as if they'd practiced the maneuver before, Shining slurped up what cum was still firing off into his mouth before popping his lips off of Anon's cock. In one smooth motion that was so fast, Anon didn't even notice the brief lapse in warm, wet, pleasure, Cadence took his manhood into her mouth, allowing him to cover her taste buds with the last of his sperm.
Suckling every last drop of his seed as she removed herself from him, Cadence turned to Shining and pulled him into a deep kiss. Human spunk ran down both of their cheeks as they shared a cum-filled kiss, their tongues rolling over one another to share the impressive load of salty flavor before they both gulped it down.
"Oh my Celestia... he tastes so good." Shining gasped, catching his breath after spending the better part of five minutes with his snout buried in Anon's groin.
"I think I see why Twilight fell for him... among other mares." Cadence chuckled, glancing back to Anon.
For his part, Anon was struggling to come down from yet another one of the most intense orgasms he'd ever experienced. his mind struggled to reboot from the best blowjob he'd ever received, and from a stallion no less! The concept was still as jarring to him as it was exciting, but he didn't have long to ponder his possible conditional homosexual status as he was suddenly levitated off the chair and laid out on his back on the bed.
"Well well, look at what we have here, Shining." Cadence purred, licking her lips as she stared at Anon's still erect cock.
"Looks to me like the ride of a lifetime." Shining grinned.
"You thinking what I'm thinking?" Cadence asked, wiggling her eyebrows.
"As much fun as that might be... his mouth looks way too small for me. Think you're up to the task?" Shining teased, glancing down at his painfully erect cock.
"Oh, stallions... always wanting your cocks sucked." Cadence chuckled, before nodding and climbing on top of Anon.
As he was straddled by the Love Princess, Anon finally came back to his senses. He glanced up just in time to watch Shining hop onto the bed and stroll over behind him. The sudden realization of his position and what would be happening just above his head hit him with the force of a brick. His heterosexual desire to not be bathed in pony cum quickly forced him to act, lest he end up looking like a Jackson Pollock painting.
Without a word, Anon grabbed Cadence by the hips and rolled her over until he was on top of her. The sudden athletic movement from the previously comatose human caught both ponies off guard, but they were hardly upset by the new development.
"Oh? Ready to take charge now, are we?" Cadence teased, her clit winking out and kissing the underside of Anon's shaft.
"If we're doing this, we're doing it my way. Since you guys seem to have no problem sharing, I don't suppose you'd mind if I play a bit more of a role than a living sex doll for you two." Anon rebutted, glancing up to Shining.
"Hey, no complaints from me. If anything, this is a way better angle. I can thrust so much deeper into her throat this way." Shining wryly grinned.
"And you still have yet to make me gag." Cadence snarked.
"Maybe we'll change that today." Shining purred, leaning down to kiss his wife.
The two shared a deep, passionate kiss before Shining climbed over Cadence to line his cock up with her muzzle. The act brought him basically right up to Anon, his muzzle just a few inches from Anon's face as the human pressed his cock against Cadence's folds.
"Well this is certainly... an experience..." Anon muttered, trying to avoid looking directly into Shining's eyes.
"Aww, don't be so coy. You certainly weren't complaining when you had your dick in my muzzle a few minutes ago." Shining teased, sliding his own shaft into his wife's eager and waiting lips.
"That was... a first, for me..." Anon admitted, also thrusting his hips forward into Cadence's needy pussy.
As with every mare he'd fucked, the slick, clinging walls of Cadence's snatch were utter heaven, sending his cock straight to heaven as he slid inch after inch into her. He let out a small groan of pleasure as he slowly hilted inside the alicorn of love, though he did find his gaze pulled to the striking blue eyes looking up at him.
"I think if you broaden your horizons just a little bit, you might, *nghhah* find that you might enjoy it a lot more than you'd have thought." Shining reasoned, grunting in pleasure as he hilted in his wife's throat, his heavy sack blocking out her vision.
While the moment was still awkward, and Anon still found himself clinging on to some measure of his perceived sense of self, he couldn't deny that the oral he'd received from Shining was the best damn head he'd ever received. Not to mention he had downright adorable features like any other pony in the wonderful world of Equestria... and he did have a cute face that bordered on being just boyish enough to be considered slightly feminine and just angular enough to make it obvious that he wasn't a mare. The swirling thoughts made him second guess himself as he started to thrust into Cadence, each wink and quiver of her sopping pussy around his length sending waves of pleasure up his spine.
"I will admit... it was pretty damn good." Anon shrugged, slightly.
"Good enough to maybe try something a little less raunchy?" Shining smirked.
"Shining, we're both balls deep in your wife... I think we're well past saving this from being 'raunchy'." Anon deadpanned.
As the two continued to thrust away, the meaty *plaps* of their meat-sticks in the love princess's holes made a sinful symphony of depraved lust that filled the air. Were they not experiencing the absolute heaven that was Cadence's throat and snatch, they might've picked up on the meaty, wet, squelches that fought with them for decibels in the otherwise silent room.
"Haha, I know that. I'm just making a suggestion. You smell... really good and... well..." Shining trailed off, a nervous blush adorning his features.
Anon tilted his head to the side at the sight, struggling to comprehend what could be making the stallion now holding onto him for stability as he pounded his wife's throat, so nervous.
"What... are you asking?" Anon questioned, softly.
Shining looked up to him, his bright blue eyes sparkling in the light beaming in through the stained glass window. In the warm summer lighting, Anon couldn't help but admit that the stallion in his arms was actually quite cute and charming. Any regrets he felt over getting his first gay blowjob quickly fell apart the longer he looked into those piercing blue eyes-
"mwfll uouu atwap juuas kogsu aagogo!?" Cadence's muffled voice broke Anon from his stupor, as well as make Shining completely halt his thrusts.
Both males looked down at the pink alicorn, the obscene bulge of her husband's girthy cock imprinting so hard on her throat that they could both see his medial ring through her flesh.
"What was that, honey?" Shining inquired, sliding back out of Cadence's throat until she could finally speak.
"I said *cough* *cough*, will you two just kiss already!? I'm about to cum and the love you two are too bucking scared to show is holding me back!" Cadence exclaimed, glaring up at both Anon and Shining, past the dangling and saliva-soaked cock obstructing most of her view.
"I... uh... oh, fine, fuck it." Anon rolled his eyes, grabbing a firm hold on Shining's head with his hands.
The snow white stallion had no time to react as Anon forcefully turned his head toward him and pressed their lips together. His eyes shot wide open in shock, before slowly fluttering shut. Shining reached up with his forelegs and gently hugged Anon closer, happily smooching the human and tasting his salty saliva at last.
"There we go! Yeeeeeeeeees!" Cadence cried, reaching down with her hoof to massage her clit as Anon picked up his thrusts.
Not one to let Anon do all the work, Shining pressed his hips forward, signaling his wife to open her maw and accept his length once more. Inch after inch of black pony meat disappeared into her throat as she happily allowed him to fuck her face once more.
As the kiss persisted, Anon found himself welcoming the contact more and more. Shining's lips were soft, and gentle, much like any other mare he'd been with. The slightly longer fur on his face tickled just a touch as they kissed again and again, their tongue slowly reaching out to meet each other. Much like he'd experienced earlier, Anon found that Shining's tongue was much longer than any of the mares he'd been with, allowing him to quite easily roll back and forth with his own muscle, and still dive into Anon's mouth. The sensation was as sublime as it was new, and even though Anon found himself utterly satisfied with mares... there was certainly something quite compelling about the cute little stallion making out with him in this moment.
Though their kiss was a euphoric experience by itself, the pair of males found that the hard work of the alicorn shared beneath them was just as amazing. They held the kiss for as long as they could, their cocks threatening to burst as Cadence milked them both with such efficiency and grace that neither of them even noticed the downright trashy sounds she made as she moaned around and guzzled on Shining's thick cock.
Whether it was for a minute or for an hour, neither male could say, but their kiss finally broke as they both reached climax at the same time, their cocks flaring as spurt after spurt of seed shot into the waiting and greedy holes of the love alicorn beneath them. Pure, unadulterated ecstasy washed over all three of them as Anon's cock firing off inside of her, combined with the bliss from the love being shared by him and her husband, finally pushed Cadence over the edge as well. Her soft, supple walls convulsed around Anon's cock as her marecum washed over him, soaking his groin with her essence.
While Anon's load did stuff her cunt full of his seed, pumping again and again into her womb and spilling out along with her clear, sticky nectar, Shining's load was substantial even by equine standards. With his cock lodged so deep into her throat, it completely bypassed her esophagus, firing his hot, steamy load straight into her stomach. Her throat bulged not from her swallowing down the impressive load, but rather from the imprint of Shining's cock against her skin, stretching it with each shot of sperm that slid down his length.
With whatever air was still in her lungs, Cadence moaned around her mouthful, utter bliss and rapture enveloping her as she was completely filled with cum. Anon's cock was the first to peter out, having already blasted an impressive load down her husband's throat earlier, and he pulled out with a wet *squelch*, allowing a deluge of sperm and marecum to spill from her thoroughly fucked cunt, all over her ponut and into her tail. Shining wasn't too far behind, slowly pulling his cock out as the last few spurts of his seed dribbled out. She was lucky enough to catch the last of his load on her tongue, catching the musky taste of her husband as he pulled away. She quickly planted a loving kiss on the tip of his shaft as he pulled away, making him groan in appreciation as he laid down beside her.
"Well... that was certainly something else..." Anon muttered, still processing the whole ordeal.
"You could say that again. You're a great kisser, by the way." Shining complimented.
Anon blushed, "Uh, thanks... y-you too."
"Aww, you two are so adorable. We should make this a routine thing." Cadence suggested, wiping the cum from her mouth.
Before any of them could respond, a flash of lavender light startled them all from beside the bed.
"Okay, so I put Luna to bed and had breakfast with Celestia, so I think we have time for a quickie if you wanna use my throat while I masturba-" Twilight began, freezing as she looked up to see the sight of depravity and lust before her.
"Uh..." Anon muttered, his mind drawing a blank.
"Twily!" Shining cheered, a wide smile on his face as he waved at his little sister.
"I... can explain." Anon stuttered, nervously gulping as yet another dollop of cum leaked out of Cadence's pussy just beside him.
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<p>Flash Sentry has offered to take on the role of personal guard to one of the Princesses.</p><p>However, despite his preparations and research, the position comes with a requirement that he wasn't aware of...</p><p><b>AUTHOR'S NOTE:</b> This story is based on an idea that was given to me by <a href="/user/102633/Mikazuchi" rel="nofollow">Mikazuchi</a> many, <i>many</i> years ago. In fact, it was so long ago, Skype was the method through which the idea was communicated. Thanks for the idea, and sorry it took so long for me to actually do anything with it.</p><p>If you enjoy my work, did you know that you can support me on <a href="https://ko-fi.com/geodesicdragon" rel="nofollow">Ko-fi</a> and <a href="https://www.patreon.com/GeodesicDragon" rel="nofollow">Patreon</a> for as little as £1? It's not mandatory, but it is very much appreciated.</p>
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The ticking of the clock on the wall filled the room as Flash Sentry sat patiently on a hard plastic seat, the muscles in his back crying out at him to find something more comfortable. He ignored the pain, focusing straight ahead at the door in front of him, behind which was the silhouette of his commanding officer.
The door opened, and the stallion motioned for Flash to enter; he immediately got off the chair and walked into the room, stopping only to fire off a quick salute before sitting on a chair that soon had his back muscles begging him to go back to the one he had been sitting on not five minutes previously.
The officer sat at his desk, on a chair that looked to be the epitome of comfort, then took a folder from a drawer and opened it. He read it wordlessly for a few moments, occasionally casting glances at a still rigid Flash, then finally put it down and cleared his throat.
"Well, Private," he said. "I must say that I am quite surprised somepony wanted to take this assignment. Being the personal guard of a Princess isn't as glamorous as you might think; there's a lot of stuff to deal with, and I want to make sure you're ready."
Flash nodded. "Yes, Sir, Captain Ironside," he replied. "I strongly believe that I am the right stallion for the job, and I will do whatever it takes to prove that to you."
The Captain leaned back in his chair. "I will be the judge of that, Private Sentry," he said. "I've been looking over your file, and so far I can't see anything that would prevent me from offering you the position. You've got a good service record, you don't have any infractions, you've seen plenty of action – particularly against those bandits – and the Princess seems to like you."
Flash was quick to suppress the small smile making its way onto his face, disguising the action with a cough. "I aim to please, Sir," he replied. "But, with all due respect, if my record is as good as you say, what is stopping me from taking the job?"
Ironside sighed. "The role of personal guard has a lot of things you need to take on board," he said. "Your top priority is, and always will be, the safety of your assigned Princess; you will be spending every waking moment with her, after all, to the point where you'll practically be sleeping with her."
"That will not be a concern, Sir," Flash said. "I think we can both agree that our Princesses are beautiful, but my duty would far outweigh any awkwardness that may arise from such a situation."
"That actually brings me onto my next point," Ironside said. "Yes, you will be sharing a room, maybe even a bed, with the Princess; after all, the closer you are, the quicker you can respond to any threats that may arise. However, there is a certain tradition involved with the role that needs to be adhered to, a tradition that led to the role of personal guard being withdrawn in the first place. But with all the threats we've faced recently, and especially after what happened with Tirek, it has been decided to revive the position and find ponies willing to volunteer for the job, instead of us picking somepony and practically ordering them to do it."
"I have read up on the job, Sir, and I am more than happy to adhere to any traditions," Flash replied. "I will do whatever it takes if it means I get the honour of keeping one of our Princesses safe."
Ironside's eyes lit up. "You read up on it?" he asked, to which Flash nodded. "Well, that's just perfect, Private Sentry; it sure as hell saves me a ton of awkward explanations. In that case, and because you're so eager, I would like to formally offer you the job."
Flash stood up and saluted. "I accept," he said. "For Equestria."
Ironside stood up, saluted him in return, and held out a forehoof for Flash to bump. "For Equestria, Private," he said. "Wait here, and I will inform the Princesses of your decision; they will no doubt want to thank you personally for making it."
"Yes, Sir." Flash sat down again and watched as Ironside left, leaving him with only the ticking of the clock for company. A few minutes passed before Ironside re-entered the room; he was accompanied by Celestia, Luna and Twilight, all of whom fixed Flash with warm smiles and expressions of adoration.
"Here we are, Your Majesties," Ironside said. "Private Sentry here has bravely offered to assume the role of personal guard." He bowed and turned to leave. "Please take as much time as you need to talk to him about what comes next, as he has assured me he is happy to adhere to the traditions of the role."
"Thank you, Captain," Celestia said as Ironside left. She then turned to Flash, who was as rigid as a statue. "And thank you, Private; your boldness and determination are a credit to the Guard. As the newest Princess, Luna and I both agree that Twilight is in the most need of a personal guard, especially given the fact her castle is in Ponyville. So, once you have recovered from your induction, you will be transferred there post-haste."
Twilight nodded. "With your record, I am confident that you will become a valued part of my life," she said. "I look forward to working with you, Flash; I cannot thank you enough for agreeing to go through with this."
"Not many stallions wanted to do this when it was being forced on them all those years ago," Luna added. "Many tried to get out of it by any means, including injuring themselves. So for you to volunteer yourself for it shows that you are a stallion who can be trusted, and is not afraid to do what it takes."
"Yes, Your Majesties," Flash said. "I will do my utmost to ensure I am worthy of the trust and respect you have placed within me. But, Princess Celestia, may I enquire as to what you meant when you said 'once you have recovered?'"
"Oh, yes, of course," Celestia replied. "The operation is simple enough, but it can take a lot out of you. In fact, I believe Twilight has created a pamphlet for you to take a look at..."
At the mention of the word 'pamphlet,' Twilight's horn lit up and the item popped into existence, floating a few inches in front of Flash's face. He took it from her aura and looked at it; within seconds, his eyes had widened as he took in the title.
ADJUSTING TO YOUR NEW LIFE AS A GELDING
"If you read that, it should answer most of the questions you may have," Twilight said. "Since personal guards are always in close proximity to their assigned Princess, it makes sense for them to be gelded. That's why we were asking for volunteers this time around; as you can imagine, your average stallion wouldn't be willing to volunteer for such a thing, but clearly you are above average."
Flash did not respond, choosing only to remain fixated on the pamphlet with his eyes still as wide as plates. Sweat ran down his brow, and he was mentally screaming at himself for failing to do his research properly before offering himself up for the job.
He knew that backing out now would win him no favours, but at the same time he could not bear to think of the alternative. The Princesses, taking his stunned silence for a sense of resolute duty, could only smile at the stallion as they approached him.
"We salute your bravery, Private Sentry," Luna said. "You will be remembered for your stalwart devotion to your Princesses."
"Yes, thank you for your sacrifice," Celestia added. "It's not every day we meet a guardspony of your calibre."
"This might be a tad unprofessional of me, but..." Twilight wrapped her wings around Flash. "I don't know how else to thank you."
Celestia and Luna quickly followed suit; as the three of them continued to pour out their adulations, Flash only had one thought running through his mind.
Oh, balls...
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Necromancer Rosa Maledicta conquered the world. What comes next?
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<p>Friendship was magic. But now, there's nopony to be friends with. Thirty years after the Great War, our victorious necromancer Rosa Maledicta reflects.</p><p><b>Characters</b>: <a href="https://equestriaatwar.wiki.gg/wiki/Dread_League#Rosa_Maledicta" rel="nofollow">Rosa Maledicta</a> (from <a href="https://equestriaatwar.wiki.gg/wiki/Equestria_at_War_Wiki" rel="nofollow">Equestria at War</a>), Cosmos from the MLP comics, Daybreaker and a sneak peek <span class="spoiler">at G5</span>.</p><p><b>Cover Art</b>: Assembled by me but the art is mostly by Lorc, with rights only to Lorc's part of the Cover Art described at <a href="https://game-icons.net/1x1/lorc/earth-spit.html" rel="nofollow">this link</a>. The excellent font in the Cover Art is available at <a href="https://www.1001fonts.com/beyond-wonderland-font.html" rel="nofollow">this link</a>.</p>
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I trotted among the charred remnants of civilization. One last time.
It took months that stretched to years. But I did it.
I did it.
I ended war.
Skull impaled on spear. Grover VI, I hardly knew ya'. Should have watched your wingward side. Archon of your Griffonian Empire saw a developing threat and made a move.
The skies are silent.
Hellquill's Purple Plague hit all birds hard, from the sentient to the so-saccharine-sweet songbirds.
It wasn't supposed to be that way.
Songbirds of a different type prospered in the back alleys of Wingbardy, spreading wings and pleasure in turn until Beakolini outlawed vice and found out at the points of several spears and hangmare's nooses that vice was precisely what Wingbardians preferred.
Hellquill, oh Hellquill. So brilliant and devious. So hate-filled and weak. Your immune systems didn't defend you from your own weapon. Ponies in the Riverlands perished, but it was griffons who bore the brunt of your invention. Should have stockpiled more gas masks for your families.
Armies aren't too happy when they realize that everything they're fighting for perished because of governmental incompetence.
Hellquill never had a heart. And apparently a good head isn't so helpful when it's separated from its rioting military vessel.
The Riverlands--home to ponies and diamond dogs fractured into divers states no more. The dogs, seeing an opportunity, seized power and took on the role of master for once. But slaves don't make the most willing or competent soldiers--even when they're fighting for their lives. And the dogs weren't used to strategy. They blundered time and time again and when it was too late, my army was too large for anycreature to stop.
Across the ocean, the Equestrians doomed themselves.
The chittering oppression of the changelings became too much for the marvelous mares leading the resistance.
And Starlight Glimmer dropped a time bomb.
It was localized--contained.
It killed her and the Changeling's Queen Chrysalis. And it brought Cosmos, Discord's old flame, to the front. Millions were slaughtered. Discord, the chaos beast who fled Equestria at the outset of the Great War had feared that creature. Where Discord had tortured, she slayed. As powerful as Discord had been, he couldn't stomach the sight of blood. Cosmos feasted upon it. Ponies were segmented for pleasure. Until I came to set them free.
At least, that action of mine was right.
I used up so much of my magic fighting that eldritch power.
But it was right--even though it meant we all fell apart.
Everything fell apart.
It had to fall apart. Even without that drain on resources--time would have eventually presented its insidious decay. Perhaps I could have, in time, found an alternative, and perhaps not. Entropy is Queen.
Everything always falls apart.
We're mortals.
And Cosmos is back in the stars--where she belongs.
Yaks had already perished in a grand battle charge against Chrysalis' polar bear allies--pushing them into the sea and holding them underwater with yak strength--their much-less massive frames nevertheless pulling down the bears for longer than their breath could bear.
Of course, it could have been the bears' armor that sealed their fates. But, I like to remember the yaks for their resilience... and what I write becomes history. So, yak endurance will be remembered forever.
Olenian deer, such a diminished host as had survived the war, also survived the time bomb as they languished in concentrated love camps--feeding changelings with their dwindling love supplies until King Thorax liberated them on Chrysalis' death.
They rose against a rather confused benevolent Thorax and strangled him to death... and then were set upon.
King Sombra returned in the Crystal Empire. Desperate misguided ponies freed him--seeking a savior against Chrysalis. Of course the crystal ponies were not so foolish as to make the play... it was Equestrian refugees who prompted his return... and it was Equestrian refugees who paid the greatest price, for Sombra remembered it had been Equestrians who had imprisoned and bested him. He could never countenance such opposition. Their shadows hung them high.
For a while, the dark King ruled and consolidated and worked against the changelings, growing and buttressing his territory. But he miscalculated in thinking shadows could do anything against the inevitability of death. My army burgeoned with the incorporeal. So, instead of rising again, he dissipated.
Smoke and dust he had been for much of his existence and to that disassembly, he returned.
Nightmare Moon had, of course, returned by that time. Her cult arose after the time bomb. She'd spurned Sombra's entreaties of marriage and alliance, however. Thus, she stood alone against my forces. My undead overwhelmed her, corpses piling higher and higher while a fleet of vamponies struck her down. And she was devoured.
She tasted like chicken: poisoned chicken.
I used a spell to purge that final stratagem of hers.
But perhaps the miscalculation was my downfall. I had thought I could obtain great power by incorporating her negative energy. Instead, it left a hole inside.
My magic was never the same.
And the sun never rose.
Daybreaker would have been my greatest challenge. But the time bomb ended her in a unique way. She was caught mid-change. For, Daybreaker was Princess Celestia's enraged aspect--a long-suppressed id that could end the world. Would that Celestia have ended this world's suffering. If she had, many would have been spared the famine and suffering of subsequent years.
Starlight had freed Celestia from the dungeons. Chrysalis had confronted the twain. Words had been said. Trixie's torture had been revealed. And Starlight responded to the goading and avenged her friend. Celestia tried to stop her and, in stress and anger, she broke day--burning Canterlot to the ground and shaking the soil for thousands of kilometers in every direction. Tsunamis raged across the ocean, swamping even the deserted shores of New Mareland. And then the bomb went off.
Nova Griffonia, hundreds of kilometers to the north, shook from tremors of the time bomb and Celestia's daybreaking. Their last remaining spires collapsed and their elected ruler perished.
Pirates ruled for all of the few weeks it took for my ships to dock, frighten them to the high seas, and take advantage of the chaos and madness to bring it closure and peace.
It was a mercy to eliminate the multiethnic murder-pit griffonia had descended into. Ponies against griffons against polar bears against changeling refugees. Those who had been friends and who should have been friends turned against each other in argument over Celestia's final betrayal--or attempt at salvation--none could agree. Nopony who had been in the room where it happened had survived. Canterlot was gone. Ponies could not brook blasphemy against their beloved Princess. Griffons pursued order above all. And so, the great union failed.
But in my army, all serve shoulder to shoulder. I like to think I preserved some Nova Griffonian spirit. It had been a surprisingly accepting kind and intriguing country when I first sojourned to the Dread League to practice my necromancy. It has been so long since I have been young and idealistic and still had all my flesh.
Alas poor Yorick, I knew him, you know. I found his skull rotting in a field, beyond even my powers to raise as an eternal follower. The griffon had been a great mentor, shielding me from secret police hunting international criminals. Yorick had done much for me, and I'd been unable to return his largess. At least, I hadn't killed him. No spire struck him. His downfall had been a great club, likely wielded by a polar bear. Many of those served in the police. Yorick's underground crimes had probably done him in. One smuggling job too many, either moving illicit goods or illicit people. He'd benefited from the war, I discovered through spies. But although he grew fat, those boons had brought more attention, and his demise. One who had soared so high had never been buried or consumed. His sundered body had been left--preserved by magic--as an example.
I found his vessel after walls had crumbled--by serendipity. Or, was my discovery by acts of Fate... or God. Is there an afterlife?
I asked the spirits. But alas, the only spirits in my army are detached from souls and if there is an afterlife, these spirits would know nothing of it--the only ones with knowledge are those who had decamped to there.
The life I created..., it was but a facsimile.
But while the facsimile lasted, it was good.
It was what Equestria should have been.
I wish.
I wish it could have lasted forever.
My knees collapsed, my femurs split, my hooves split.
I am Rosa Maledicta--the cure to the sick madness of war.
We were supposed to live forever: undead creatures one and all.
Equal.
But friendship was magic.
And creatures without minds cannot spread friendship while they decay.
And all things decay.
My army sustained itself for years on residual friendship and spells.
But preservative spells are powerful and difficult.
Things fall apart.
Again.
And again.
And again.
I cannot move any more.
What I write will crumble to dust.
Creatures from another world, another time, another place.... Please take some lesson from this.
I shouldn't have done it alone.
If you plan to end war... by raising an army of undead. Don't just equip it. Don't just train it. Don't just make it large. Build it with friends. Keep them alive. Keep them happy so you can, at the end of a difficult day, rest and recharge. You need allies upon whose friendship you can feast.
Because, friendship is magic.
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